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[drowning-in-cacophony]

stitches

For @flashfictionfridayofficial Prompt 225: I Can't Tell

[Summary: a man has a one-sided conversation] [cw: vague allusions/mentions of stitched lips]

“Well,” he says with a clearing of his throat, tipping his head back against the wall. “They did say there would be consequences, right?”

Curled on her knees next to him, she rests her temple against the wall too, letting out a sigh through her nose. There’s a piece of straw tickling her knee; the light that’s casting down through the grate is starting to gently rise, the moon giving way for a bright sun that’ll signify the sleep of the world outside. They should try for some rest of their own, after the night they’ve had; she already knows there’ll be no shut-eye.

“It’s definitely going to make everything harder, when we get out of here,” he adds on, maybe just to fill the air, because nothing he’s saying is new news. He throws her a side glance. “It’s not something you can mime, right? Or write down?”

She shakes her head. Almost grimaces, until she thinks better of moving her lips. He does grimace, wide and easy.

“Thought so.”

His skull thumps against the wall again, hard enough to jolt through hers. Shooting out a foot to deliver a sharp kick to his ankle is the form her vengeance takes; he grimaces again, show-off.

“Sorry.” A pause, as laden as a heavy cart. “Am I being selfish? I haven’t even asked you-”

She cuts off his words with a shake of her head, as sharp as the kick. His eyebrows tie and knot, lips pursing, and now she might be a little jealous of how many ways he can move his mouth compared to her.

“You don’t want to focus on it? I don’t blame you. Though you should be pissed at me, right? It’s my fault.”

She shrugs; no point in letting him off entirely easily. He’s right, it is his fault. His fault she’s here, his fault she’s the one with this consequence. They’ve both got burdens because of his actions, but at least his are more metaphysical than just physical.

She won’t reach up and touch them again, but she doesn’t need fingertips to remember what they feel like. The slender shimmering stitches.

His hand shifts in the hay dirt ground. Reaches for her knee, perhaps a touch clumsily. The rising light catches off the edge of his irises, burning the sincerity bright. “I am sorry. You weren’t meant to get caught up in all of this.”

I agreed to help, she’d say if could. She knew the risks of sneaking around, stealing into the Library where none are meant to step without permission. The stakes were high enough – are high enough – that he’d judged it acceptable to bring her here, that she’d thought it worth it to risk it. On one hand, it is. She knows what they need.

She just can’t tell him, and there’s no guarantee that when They decide to release him, They’ll let her go with him. They do like their tricksy edges to their games.

He sighs – through his mouth, bastard – then shakes his head. “We need a plan.”

She nods – he’s right about that. The only way to get somewhat on top here is to be one, two or even five steps ahead. A hard ask considering, but they’ll have all day to think on it. Moon’s first rise will bid the next move They’ll make.

“Do you think-” he cuts himself, but she catches the flicker of his eyes to her mouth. Wonders, for a moment, if they’re still all bloody. When They’d cast her into here to wait for him, she’d had a go at gently dabbing around what she could feel, until the inside edges of her sleeves had been stained a dark ichor. But then the stitches themselves attract attention on their own, if only for the thread used. Greatly cherished back home, stronger than even the most tightly woven thread, and it’d be perfect on a bow, or to secure a talisman so well it’d never get lost.

And now it’ll keep the secret she has behind her lips. All her secrets, forever, maybe. Unless they make a deal, find someone generous – she’s trying not to think about the likelihood of that.

Yet he is, clearly. Wondering if They’ll deal with what They wrought, after he or both of them are likely conscripted into a deal of Their own making, to benefit Them alone, something he’ll try using to his own advantage anyway. Or will They leave it on their shoulders to fix?

All things she, again, would prefer not to dwell on.

So she shrugs again, a little sharply over the tense sadness that’s buzzing under her skin. Nudges him with her foot, directing him back to the idea of planning. That’s what’s important here. The most pressing issue. The sooner they plan, the better prepared they’ll be to argue for both of them to go, and then that means maybe she can try other ways to divulge the secret they risked much for.

He looks for a moment longer. Sunlight cresting around the edges of his hair – and perhaps that’s it on top of everything else, for Their string does glow magnificently in sunlight, she’s heard. He’s always been a pragmatist, maybe a touch selfish too, because he’d asked her here and now he gets himself to push aside the consequence he helped wrought. Focuses back on why they came.

To help him.

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

Reader Receives WandaNats Nudes Accidentally

Authors note: For my ease, all of the drabbles for the couples will have reader receiving the couples nudes in the same manner (Though circumstances do differ). I apologize if this becomes repetitive.

Warnings: smut (fingering and mirror sex)

Word count: 902

WandaNat Masterlist Marvel Masterlist How They React To Masterlist

   Wanda lets out a small mewl as Natashas fingers curl inside of her and she leans further back into the redhead's embrace. The feeling of her girlfriends hardened nipples against her bare back has Wanda feeling even more flustered, and she closes her eyes in an effort to regain some semblance of composure

   “Ah ah, open your eyes” Natasha commands, monetarily halting the movement of her fingers, “You're supposed to be watching how I fuck you, remember?”

    Wanda squirms slightly, but nods her head, “Sorry Tasha….”

    “It's alright” she replies, kissing the side of the younger woman's neck before she starts pumping her fingers once more, causing a moan to escape the brunette, “So pretty…”

   All Wanda can do is whimper in response as she subconsciously spreads her legs further apart, which only causes Natasha to chuckle at her neediness. The older woman moves the hands that had previously been resting on Wanda's waist up to her chest, first just feeling each shuddering breath she was taking before groping her

   “O Bozhe(Oh god)!”

   Natasha can’t help but smile against her girlfriend's bare shoulder, there is absolutely nothing that compares to this. She loves being able to make the younger woman fall apart like this while bringing her the heights of pleasure and the fact that Wanda trusts her with such vulnerabilities always has her own heart racing

   They both look in the mirror's reflection, watching how Wanda's pussy eagerly swallows the older woman's two slender digits, her arousal dripping down the Russians wrist and onto the bed sheets below. The sight has Wanda feeling even more turned on, but also slightly embarrassed by the vulnerability and mess

   Natasha can sense this and not wanting her girlfriend to worry she offers up some praise, “Thats it dorogoy(sweetheart), you're doing so well”

   Wanda shudders as the words are whispered against her, and her walls flutter around Natashas fingers indicating she's approaching her release. Nat brings her thumb to circle the younger womans clit as her fingers start thrusting even faster, and she brings her other hand up to squeeze her neck

   “I know you're close….cum for me”

   “Ah! Tasha!” Wanda shouts, her legs shaking as her walls clamp down on her girlfriends fingers and her juices gush out onto the redheads palm

   Nat continues to gently pump her fingers to help her ride out her orgasm and only pulls them out when she hears Wanda whimper, telling her without words that she's too sensitive to continue. She brings her fingers up to her own lips and sucks them clean, savoring the taste of her girlfriend while still making eye contact in the mirrors reflection, causing Wanda's now free hole to twitch around nothing

   Once her fingers are clean an idea enters her head and she quickly grabs her phone from beside them. Wanda groggily watches as she holds it up beside them, pointing it towards the mirror and the thumb of the hand that had still be wrapped loosely around her neck rubs a soothing circle

   “Look at your reflection, detka(baby)” she listens and hears a picture be taken, and it must turn out well based on the reaction of, “Perfect”

   Nat kisses her cheek as her hand moves back down to rest on her waist, but before she can set her phone down again Wanda's turning slightly, “Can you send it to me, please?”

   Nat smiles, “Of course lyubov'(love)”

   She quickly sends it off, not noticing that she's hit the wrong chat before she helps Wanda to the bathroom. By the time she's done helping clean her up and get her into her pajamas a bit of energy has come back to Wanda and she excitedly makes her way to grab her phone. She's happy with what she sees, and finds it very hot. Until she notices that its actually been sent off to the groupchat with their bestfriend and not so secret crush, Y/n

   “Tasha…lyubov'(love), you sent it to our chat with Y/n….”

   The Russians green eyes go wide with anxiety and she squeaks out a small, “Shit”

   Downstairs you're in the compound's kitchen, unfortunately listening to Steve drone on about something regarding the new training routine when you hear your phone go off. But thanks to Captain blabbermouth you can’t yet check it, which sucks considering that it's most likely from one of the beautiful and amazing women you get to call best friends and certainly don't yearn for in a more than friends way.

   Finally his speech is over and you quickly grab your sandwich and start to head off for your room before remembering the message and pulling out your phone. When your eyes take in the sight of a naked, spread open and clearly freshly fucked Wanda whose leaning against an equally naked Natasha who has ahold of the younger womans throat, you nearly drop your sandwich in the hallway

   Your mind races as you try to comprehend everything, but the shock must make you take too long because suddenly a text from Wanda is coming through, Y/n, are you ok?

   Am I okay? Wands, I’ve just seen you and Natty nude after sex…I think I’ve ascended 

   “Yeah, she's fine” Nat says with a smirk beside the brunette before sending a reply, Well, if you enjoyed it so much, why don't you ascend your way to our room 

    Without hesitation you drop your sandwich and hastily make your way to the elevator down the hall, Yes ma'am

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[justmeinadaze]

Sexy (Eddie X Plus Size Reader)

Someone sent me a message with a personal ask about a plus size reader who's a bit insecure about her body with a praise kink with Eddie so I bare you this. Remember, you are beautiful inside and out <3.

Warnings: Mentions of insecurities with being a plus size girlie; Eddie is comforting as always <3

Word Count: 902

“Fuck, baby, that feels so good.”, Eddie exhales as he licks his lips and his palms squeeze into your meaty hips as you roll them against him, pushing his cock deeper inside of you. “B-Bounce, sweetheart. I want to see you dripping all over my dick.”

At his words, your rhythm gradually came to a stop causing his eyes to snap open as he pushed up onto his elbows. 

“What…what’s wrong, babe? Everything…ok?”

“Yeah, um, can we…can you be on top?”

Blinking up at you, your boyfriend suddenly noticed that your eyes weren’t filled with lust anymore but pain. 

“Yeah, baby, sure. Does it hurt? Do we need to take a break or—”

Your lips cut off him off as you cup his face in your hands. You had been dating Eddie Munson for a few months and you loved everything about him. While in school he liked to come off as “mean and scary” but with his friends or alone with you, he had the sweetest heart you had ever seen. 

While the other kids made you insecure, he made you feel beautiful. The first time you were intimate with him, he took control which is honestly the way you preferred it and he never seemed inconvenienced by your body in any way. 

It always lingered in your mind through. 

When he would rest his head on your chest and wasn’t able to wrap his arms all the way around your stomach like you could with him. When his lips would travel along your flab you wished you could have abs like he did. When people would snicker as he held your hand, a part of you felt like it was your fault and you should let him go to be with someone who visually was more appealing. 

But you loved him so much…

Which is why when he flipped you both over till you were on top of him you didn’t protest. You wanted to make him feel as good as he made you feel but you struggled to get out of your head to enjoy it yourself. 

“No, Eddie. I just…”

Wrapping his arms around you to hold you in place, he shifts his body till he was sitting up and leaning against the headboard so he could give you his full attention. 

“Talk to me, princess. You know you can tell me anything.”

“I just…I feel like…when I’m on top or I bounce…I look gross.”

The metalhead’s eyes widened as if you had said the most shocking thing he had ever heard.

“But you don’t. You’re extremely gorgeous, Y/N.”

“Pfft, thanks.”, you giggle. “But from this angle you can see my double chins and then my stomach and boobs are like…jiggling and I just…”

“You say these things like they’re bad.” 

Eddie smiles when your eyes playfully narrow but when you extend your arm to lightly punch his chest he grabs your wrist and pulls you forward till your nose is hovering just above his. 

“Seriously though. Y/N, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve seen in my entire life. The first time I saw you I thought one of my campaign princesses came to life. These things here?” He pauses as he gently pinches your thighs, tummy, and cheeks. “They make you, you.”

Eddie smirks when your forehead falls on his and your arms circle around his shoulders. 

“You like that, baby? You like it when I compliment you?”, he murmurs against your lips as your hips start to roll against him again. “Because it true. I never say anything I don’t mean. Fuck, my good girl.”

“Eddie.”

“Does my beautiful girl like to be praised? Of course she does. Focus on me, sweetheart. L-Let me focus on your body and how sexy it is when you ride my dick.”

Placing your hands below his ears, you cling to him as you begin to utilize your knees to bounce up and down on his lap, mewling as his thick cock stretched and hit every button inside of you. 

“That’s my good girl. Shit, just like that. Your little pussy takes me s-so well.”

“Fuck, Eddie.”

“That’s…that’s it, pretty girl. I love the way my name sounds coming out of those…sexy lips. I love that your mine.”

“Oh my god. Say it again.”

Your boyfriend breathily laughs as his palms roam your skin. 

“Your beautiful face, these perfect tits, your tummy, t-these eatable thighs, and this gorgeous ass…”, he recites as he smacks your behind. “…are mine. You are mine, Y/N.”

Feeling your body begin to tremble, he immediately cups your cheeks in his hands. 

“Open your eyes, baby. I want you to look at me as you cum.”

“Fuck.”

Rolling your waist, your gaze never leaves his as you cling to one of his wrists and your jaw falls open as you come undone. 

“Good, good girl. That’s my girl.”, Eddie chants as his grip on you tightens and spills into the condom. “Fuck, that was amazing. I love you, sweetheart.”

You smile weakly as you fall against his chest and he gently pets your head, playing with your hair. 

“I love you, baby. I’m sorry for being…me.”

“Hey, you never have to apologize for that. It wasn’t just a heat of the moment thing, Y/N. I meant what I said. I love you and your body. You and this sexy ass are safe with me.”

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Eddie Asks/ Donate to Me

[simplyraeblue]

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please stop (but actually don't) (kirishima x reader)

ALL CHARACTERS AGED UP !femreader when your boyfriend kirishima is obsessed with seeing you overstimulated bc he has a pleasing kink (man LOVES to see you crashed out) WARNINGS: swearing, NSFW, sexually explicit content, oral (f receiving) smut, y'know the usual •◡ ◠ word count: 902 A/N: since my bakugo x reader has been doing well... here's another dose ya fiends! It is shorter, but don't worry, there's more MHA smut to come ;) Also, I'm still very new to writing smut so bear with me, and feel free to offer suggestions!

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you weren’t sure what day it was, how late it had gotten into the night, or even what your name was at this point. How many orgasms have you had? You had lost count after the third one, tears welling in your eyes at the overstimulation.  

“K-Kiri, I can’t.” you whined, tugging on the red head of hair that sat between your legs. As if he wanted to torture you, Kirishima licked one last stripe up your swollen clit before looking up at you. 

“c’mon baby, just one more for me.” he gave you his best puppy dog eyes, knowing you’d fall for it. It wasn’t that you didn’t feel amazing, it was that the man never let up until you were crying from overstimulation and unable to respond to words.  

Kirishima loved pleasing you, it was his favorite thing even above fucking you. He even called it ‘making love’, although your sex didn’t resemble those words with the way he drilled himself into you endlessly until you were a puddle of mush under his touch. But with his focus on pleasuring you, he could do it over and over without losing his own stamina, and he loved seeing you crashed out from orgasms.  

And the sight of your face, as you came down from your release, was his own form of heaven.  

“’n can’t” your voice came out as a whimper. Kirishima merely hummed into your thigh as he placed a soft kiss on your skin. “Baby it’s too much.” 

“please, my love?” he asked, and before you could answer he kissed your clit, making you moan in response. As you struggled to catch your breath, he placed more kisses all over, soon replacing his lips with his tongue. “wanna make you feel good, please just let me make you feel good.” 

You couldn’t say no, at this point, you couldn’t say much of anything between the moans Kirishima was now dragging out of you with every gentle caress of his tongue between your folds. When you felt two of his fingers enter you, you gripped his soft hair tighter, allowing your hips to grind his tongue in response.  

“don’t stop, p-please don’t stop,” you begged him, feeling him chuckle against you. The overstimulation was making you see stars, drool pooling in your mouth as you squeezed your eyes shut in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Kirishima gave you head like your juices were the only thing that could hydrate him. He was relentless, and even after he was drawing you towards another orgasm you realized it wouldn’t end with this one.  

“I won’t stop baby, don’t worry,” Kirishima responded, increasing the pace of his fingers working inside of you. You felt him hit the soft spot that he loved so much, curling his fingers to keep striking it over and over.  

That knot was already beginning to form in the lower region of your abdomen, tightening easily after already being prepped. Had it ever really been released? Kirishima continued to fuck you with his fingers, his mouth sucking and licking at your clit sending electricity straight to your brain. Your body reacted with your back arching, drool now seeping from your open mouth as you moaned his name. 

“Kiri, please I’m gonna.... nn gonna cum again.” you were surprised your fucked out brain could even form the words, but he already knew it was close by the way your walls tightened around his fingers.  

He wanted to taste you again, he would beg and plead for it if he had to. “be a good girl and cum on my face. Now.” Kirishima took your clit into his mouth again after speaking, sucking it between his lips and giving it a light nibble as he curled his fingers faster inside of you.  

The knot inside of you snapped, and your body spasmed as your released crashed over you. With your ears ringing and Kirishima’s name on your lips, you felt yourself gush on his fingers; all the while he lapped up every bit of your juices. You grinded into his tongue and fingers for what felt like minutes, allowing yourself to give into every muscle spasm. 

When he finally felt like he’d succeeded, Kirishima released your clit from his mouth and began placing kisses and nibbles to your inner thighs (right next to the numerous hickies he’d already left there). “mmm taste so good, my love.” he hummed as he pulled himself up to cup your cheek in his hand, kissing your lips tenderly. “that’s my beautiful girl, all crashed out for me just from my mouth.” 

“n-no more, Kiri I can’t take another one.” you murmured between deep breaths, and you wiped his face to clear your slick from it before kissing him again.  

“you’ve already made such a mess for me.” he was right, your juices had squirted all over the bed (or at least what his mouth missed). “why stop now, we already have to clean up.” 

“nnn Kiri...” you whined, before you suddenly felt his cock teasing your entrance. You looked up at Kirishima with wide eyes, finding his blown-out pupils and smirking lips.  

“are you sure you don’t want me to pull another orgasm out of you?” 

You couldn’t say no to that, and now, a full hour later, you found yourself being carried to the bathtub by Kirishima, completely spent from even more orgasms.  

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[echobx]

Double the Fun - Rafe Cameron × polyam!fem!reader & JJ Maybank × polyam!fem!reader

summary: y/n shows the two men a position she always wanted to try out [fic belongs to this au but can be read by itself]

word count: 902

warnings: smut, mention of porn being watched, dvp, p in v (unprotected), (double) creampie, riding & backshots, very light making out

author's note: always wanted to write this, it's probably not good bc I never wrote something like this before, but I hope you like it anyway

kinktober masterlist ✘ It's... complicated? fic

“That's definitely not what I expected,” JJ nods, halfway to an impressed smile as he looks at the screen. “Logistics will have to be considered, and I'm still not gonna look at you, dude,” Rafe grumbles from your left. “But you see that it's doable?” you grin, proud over the idea you got a night earlier and that turns out to not be too difficult to do. “Yeah, but everything is possible in porn,” Rafe scoffs lightly. “After all this time, you're still scared I'm gonna see your cum-face?” JJ laughs and you lightly slap his arm. “Fuck off, Maybank,” Rafe spits before turning his focus back to you and the laptop, that was still playing the porno, in your lap. “You really wanna do that?” “Positive,” you nod, and he takes a deep breath. “All right.” 

“It's gonna be fun,” you smile at them, kissing each man’s cheek before the “crazy” part began. “What about foreplay?” JJ asks just as Rafe was ready to sit down on the edge of the bed. “Why would you need foreplay right now?” Rafe asks, slightly annoyed by JJ, as it happens more than you want it to. “Can you just be nice,” you sigh, turning to JJ and pulling him into a longing kiss. His hands find your waist as he pulls your naked body into his. It doesn't take long for one hand to slip down and plunge a finger in your wet cunt. “For the first time ever, I'm scared it won't fit,” he whispers to you, but you have to chuckle. “Guess I have faith for all of us. I'll make it fit, pretty boy,” you promise him before turning around and straddling Rafe as he sat still. “Do I get a kiss too?” he pouts at you. “You're so cute,” you sigh, pushing him to lie down and leaning over him to kiss his naked chest, while your hand grasped for his dick, pumping him a few times before guiding him inside you with a groan. “Fuck, you're so tight, baby,” Rafe throws his head back as you start rolling your hips over him to get rid of the first bit of tension that always overcomes you when he's inside you. “Any last words?” JJ smirks as you look back at him, your back arched as you lie half on top of Rafe, waiting for JJ to join your pussy too. “Fuck me,” you hush, and you wish you could see more, wish you had set up a mirror to keep watch on how he slowly pushes into you, both you and Rafe groaning at the increasing tightness inside of you. Maybe having both of them in one hole wasn't the ultimate best idea you ever had. “How much?” Rafe presses out, his face contorts, and you soothe him with a few kisses. “Halfway. Why? You're done already?” JJ quips, Rafe glares at him over your shoulder. And as if to prove a point, JJ forces himself into you with a single harsh thrust, bottoming out and making the three of you groan in unison. “Oh God, this is heaven and hell,” you laugh, trying to hold it together as your body adjusts to the two men nestled deep inside your guts. “Jesus, fuck- Can I fuck you now?” JJ laughs maniacally, but Rafe is quicker, bucking his hips up inside you and causing both you and JJ to scream of pleasure. “Maybe we should do one after the other,” JJ says after clearing his throat, but Rafe doesn't seem to care, he starts fucking you like he usually would, with the bonus of making JJ’s eyes roll back at the shaving of their dicks against each other. But your mind is barely present, any time you feel like you might form a thought or bring out a couple of words, one of them decides to take over the other and fuck you harder than seconds before. In some crazy way, they figured out a rhythm where they can both enjoy you at the same time without having to give up too much of their own power and pleasure. “Such a whore,” Rafe chuckles, brushing your sweaty strands from your face as you try to keep it together, but he knows you're close. “Two dicks really are not enough, baby, are they,” JJ kisses your shoulder, still pounding into you from behind while Rafe does the same from below. “Can't-” you cry, tears streaming down your face at the overwhelming pleasure they are causing you. JJ’s hand snakes around you, playing with your clit while Rafe kneads your breasts, and you fall apart in a matter of seconds, squirting all over Rafe’s stomach. “Finish up,” Rafe tells JJ, who starts to fuck you faster, letting his dick slide in and out of you with ease until he halts and fills you up with his cum. “Incredible,” he pants, stumbling back as Rafe grabs hold of your hips and plows into you from below, pumping JJ's seed deeper into you until he can't hold on any longer and fills you up too. He falls completely limp under you, his arms coming up to hold you close while his dick grows softer inside your pulsating cunt. “Next time we do this, you're off birth control,” he promises, and you can only conjure a tired nod before you fall asleep in his arms. 

please don't copy and/or post my work onto other platforms! ~e©ho

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[lowkeyrobin]

JAMES HOOK ; perfect revenge

summary ; after also turning into a weird flamingo hybrid with uliana, hook tries to conjure up a plan for revenge for you. and ulianna

warnings ; language, bullying

disclaimers ; reader is a siren (on land)

requested by ; @stargener

word count ; 902

masterlist

Uliana cackles, using her tentacle to hand you two flamingo feathers.

"That's too many!" Bridget exclaims

Uliana glares at her. "Does it look like I care?"

You swallow your feathers, giggling back at your friends.

"You're just jealous," She rolls her eyes, following your actions. "Of my beauty."

"You'll regret that," Bridget mumbles.

You and Uliana giggle and cackle, you leaning over her shoulder to look in her portable mirror. You smile, tilting your head as you watch your hair glow a bright pink.

Uliana jumps back, coughing up feathers with a worried, scared look. Her hair also glows pink, the color spreading from the fringe to the occipital rather quickly as she frightfully looks around, seeing all eyes were on her and you.

"You look a little.. pink" Hook giggles.

You begin to do the same, looking back at Hook, unable to call for him as you hack up feather upon feather. You fall to your knees, watching feathers magically grow from your skin, a thick coat of them burying into your flesh.

"Someone should help them!"

Your shaky hands are held in front of your face, you watch as your fingers grow into claws. Hook's expression clearly falters, seeing you watch yourself turn into some hybrid monster.

The laughter fills your ears, the smiles and giggles the only thing your brain would process. They stare at you as you sit hopelessly, watching yourself fall to the magical trickery. You'd never felt more weak. As your reputation quickly drips down the drain, you think of how you wouldn't be feared any longer, how you'd end up becoming a victim to your own creation.

"Yeah, someone should help them" Hades mutters, Maleficent smacking him.

Harry looks between the couple and then at you two, watching Morgie try and help Ulianna up from the ground. He's quickly smacked back, landing on his ass as Uliana rises, showcasing her new face job. Her face represented one of a flamingo, beak and all.

Her screams are turned into bird honks as she quickly chases after Bridget and Ella. She chases them away toward a side yard, the AK's following quickly. Hades and Maleficent shrug, following the crowd. Morgie does the same, breaking into a sprint after watching Red and Chloe chase after Uliana.

Hook rushes to you, paralyzed in fear and embarrassment on the concrete. His hands float over your shoulders, not exactly wanting to touch you.

"Go get them" You snarl, wanting your boyfriend to leave you be.

He quickly nods, rushing after his friends, his heeled boots clicking on the pavement.

Your limbs were coated in feathers, your hands now claws, your hair bright pink. With wide eyes, you stumble over to the fountain in the courtyard, hoping and wishing the magical water would rid you of your now hideous appearance.

Water was your home, maybe even just sitting in it would make you feel slightly okay.

You place your feet in the fountain, drenching your boots. You sit down criss-cross, running your head beneath the running water, a shiver running down your spine as the cold liquid hits your feathered skin.

You feel the feathers fall from your limbs, your skin revealed once again, leaving large dark marks on your skin, like strawberry skin but ten times worse. Your claws shrink back down to your normal hands, your hair's new pink glow fading as it rinses away from your scalp.

"Y/n?" James speaks from behind you, having rushed to your aid after Ulianna fell into the magic spring water pool not far away. "Are you alright, darling?"

"No," you quickly answer, eyebrows furrowed out of your internal anger.

He slowly approaches, trying to bring you away from the fountain, to dry you off at least. "My love-"

"Shut up."

You lounge in your dorm with James, trying to push your head anywhere that wasn't back earlier in the day. Your head rests on your pillow as you stare at the ceiling, allowing you to count the stars in the night sky through the skylight above your bed.

You wanted to get back at Bridget, but didn't know how.

She subjected you to humiliation, to embarrassment. She wasn't anything, she had to bribe people with food to be her friend. She was a pathetic excuse of life and a waste of space. She'd grow to be nothing-

"I have an idea," James speaks, turning back to look at you on your bed, having been looking out the window.

You turn your head to look at him. "What?"

He slyly smiles, a mischievous look in his eye. "We embarrass her at Castlecoming. She wouldn't miss it for the life of her, we make her fall to the floor, ugly as an ogre."

You blink. "You sound like you're talking about me," you mumble, rolling your eyes as you turn on the bed, your back facing him.

He sighs, pulling you up from the bed. You stand on your feet, your pajamas resting upon your frame as he laces his hand into yours, his hook carefully resting over your shoulder.

"We'll get her back, my lovely siren royalty." He smiles, his eyes gazing upon your lips before looking back at you in the eye. To say he was in love was an understatement. "You know I'd do anything for you, right?"

You lightly smile, glancing down before looking back up at him. "Yeah"

"Good"

[farfromstrange]

Fictober Day 18: Mirror Sex

Fictober Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Prompt: Mirror Sex (✨)

Summary: Matt decided to move a mirror before your bed.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), mirror sex, slight dom!Matt, dirty talk, use of "good girl"

Word Count: 902

Read Me On AO3! (Coming soon)

He turned the floor-length mirror you brought into the relationship toward the bed. You didn’t think much of it, at first—you were too focused on his head between your legs, lapping at your pussy like a man starved, to pay much mind to the inanimate object—until he told you, “Turn around. On your stomach, now.”

That is how you got here, ass in the air and staring at your reflection in the mirror as Matt thrusts his thick cock into your cunt from behind. 

“Look at you,” he grunts, pushing his hips into yours. “Tell me what you see.”

He can hear it. He can hear how fast you’re breathing, those moans that get stuck in your throat when you are overwhelmed, and he can feel how tightly your walls are clutching him. Matt can feel you all around him, but he can’t see you. He can’t see your eyes rolled back into your head, can’t see the way your back is arching, or how your skin glistens in the purple light of the Billboard streaming in from outside. He can’t see how fucking lewd you look, and you have hardly seen it yourself. 

He wants you to experience this in a way close to what he is experiencing every time he fucks you. Every time he gives you pleasure or takes it in return. He wants you to see what he is doing to you, and paint him a picture his brain will never forget. 

The room is filled with the obscene slapping of skin against skin, wetness trickling down his cock and onto his thighs, as he takes you hard enough for your pussy to remember him for days to come. 

You won’t be able to walk when he is done with you.

He curls his fingers around your neck and hoists you up. “Eyes up,” he commands. “Focus.”

You cry out. The sight of you is entirely too much. 

“Tell me what you see. C’mon.”

You can see his hand around your throat, his index finger resting against your lips as you choke out pieces of a sentence. 

Your breasts jolting every time he thrusts into you. 

Your back arched.

His cock disappearing in your wet cunt.

Your swollen clit. 

Hickeys on every inch of skin he could find before. 

And you can see him. You can see his brows furrowed, lips parted and abs straining. His thick thighs are broad enough for you to catch them behind yours, thrusting and thrusting and thrusting, barely pulling out before he slides back into you. 

You can barely breathe, barely even talk. When you go silent though, he squeezes his fingers against your pulsepoint, and he commands you to tell him again. To tell him what you see. 

It is like watching porn, almost. You watch yourself get taken apart by him, and it pushes you closer to the edge. It curls the beginnings of an orgasm in the pit of your belly, so intense that you can’t help but cry for mercy. 

Matt hoists you up even higher, chest against your back. His heart is hammering to the beat of yours. 

“See that?” He cups your pussy. “See how fucking wet you are, sweetheart? Hm?” 

He has never looked hotter, you think. Eager fingers rub at your clit, and you watch as he brushes against his own cock. It makes him hiss. It makes him twitch, buried deep in your velvety walls. 

God, you won’t last like this.

His fingers speed up. “I want you to see what you look like when you come,” he says. “I want you to watch. Watch you come all over my cock. Watch me fill you up. Watch…”

You clench around him, eyes threatening to close. He takes your breath away with a simple flick of his fingers, and you have no choice but to watch as your orgasm washes over you.

What strikes you most though is what he looks like when he comes from this angle, spilling deep inside you. You feel him, and you can see him, and you come the hardest you have in your entire life. 

For a moment, you black out. You can’t see or feel anything other than his cum leaking out of you. You can’t breathe under his hand, but oxygen seems useless anyway. You’re not alive, you’re not existing, you’re just there. You’re there and nowhere, floating in a bubble between space and time as you so often do, but it takes an eternity for the wave to subside. It continues to crash and drown you, and it almost kills you. 

Matt barely catches your fragile body as you collapse in on yourself. 

“Shhh,” he coos, lowering the two of you back down on the bed.

He is fragile—overly sensitive and overstimulated, too—but in this moment, you are all that matters to him. 

“You so well,” he tells you. “Take a deep breath.”

You inhale, following the steady rise and fall of his chest to come back to reality. 

“Good girl. I’m so proud of you.”

When you look in the mirror this time, you find yourself safe and sound wrapped in his arms, and everything falls back in place.

“That was…” you trail off. 

Again, Matt shushes you. He squeezes your hand. Three times. I love you. 

You squeeze back. Four times. I love you too.

You might keep the mirror where it is, after all. 

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[yeonbinwyd]

If I win …

pairing: sub!fem reader x dom!Soobin

synopsis: a competitive game between friends lead to some more after a bet is lost

genre (w/tags): smut, minors dni, breeding kink, oral, size kink, praise kink

a/n: I always write soob short idk why LOL

Word count: 902

“Come on. Let’s be fair.” You complain. Soobin had both controllers above your head, out of your reach.

“You have to be cheating.” He retorts.

“How? It’s Mario Kart” you fight back. Soobin was always better than you when it came to video games but Mario Kart was your game. You knew that was the only one you could beat him in. He hands the controller back to you.

“Fine if you’re so confident. Then beat me again. If you win I’ll do whatever you want but if I win you have to do whatever I say.” He wagers. It was on and you really

wanted to prove him wrong. The two of you set off the starting line. You manage to cut in front of him and maintain a lead until the very last lap. You both turn the last corner and he hits you with a red shell turning you over. He speeds past you going for the win. He gets first place and he raises his arms up in victory.

“So you have to do whatever I want“ he parades inyour face. You roll your eyes.

“Ok anything you want. Let’s go.” You demand. He approached your face closely with a sly smile.

“I want you to suck my dick”he requests. Your eyebrows raise slightly. Soobin has always hinted in being interested in you but this is the first time he really pushed for it. You two casually flirted too but nothing serious has come of it.

“Ok sit down” you say with confidence. Accepting the challenge. With a surprised face, he doesn’t waste any time and sit back on the couch. You get on your knees before him hesitantly.

“Don’t back down now” he teases with his legs spread open. He rested a hand on his lap, motioning you to come closer. You place both hands on said lap, rubbing against him causing him moan deeply. His moan is all the motivation you need. You hook your fingers in his waist band while maintaining eye contact. You slip his shorts and boxers down, exposing him. He was already getting hard. His cock, massive and heavy, sprung free. You entangle your fingers around him, giving him a light squeeze. His jaw drops, already starting to feel euphoric by your touch. You mock him by dropping your jaw, teasing him with your tongue on his tip. Finally giving it a lick, he bites his bottom lip. You take him in your mouth slowly, circling around it, going up and down. It was difficult, he was getting hard and whenever you would try to go further, he would suffocate you a bit.

“Mm just like that” He throws his head back while pushing your head down deeper. You choke before going again.

“Good girl” he praises while he holds your hair back. Soobin can’t take his eyes off of you but as you continue, he can’t help but shut his eyes tight in pleasure. You get used to his size and barely start to deep throat.

He moans even louder unable to control himself.

“Fuck me” he demands. You release him and give an affirming nod. He brings you to your feet then helps you out of the pants you were wearing. Next he pulls your panties to one side. Holding your hand, he guides you to take a seat to ride him. You place yourself at his tip. You prepare yourself with a deep breath as you slide down. As you slide down, he groans in estacy, feeling every inch of you. He buries his face in your neck, to muffle his loud moans. You being so tight is almost unbearable to him, he’s over the moon. You slide down completely, taking him in, gripping on to his shoulders for leverage. You can feel his cock throb inside you.

“Oh fuck you feel so good. You’re amazing.” Soobin continues to praise you while brushing the hair out of your face. He wants to see you taking all of him. All the faces you make and the sounds that come out of your mouth excite him. You keep riding him, building up pressure. He’s going more and more crazy. Soobin begins to thrust upwards to meet your hips, causing more friction. His big hands grab your ass, helping you go faster. You whimper as your eyes roll back.

“Soobin please...” You begin to beg. His thrusts become overpowering.

“Mmm Keep going? You’re doing so great baby.” His words of encouragement help you persevere. He lifts you up, placing you onto the couch. You instinctively wrap your legs around him , keeping him close. Soobin starts ramming into you. His whines become more desperate and higher. You start to become breathless, unable to rationalize the pleasure you’re feeling. He presses his lips against yours, to help control the noises coming from him, sloppily kissing you. His keeps drilling in you, he can’t let up, he’s addicted to the feeling of you.

“I’m gonna cum oh my god. I’m gonna fill you up.” Soobin manages to say in between kisses. You look into his eyes, putting him over the edge. Slamming hard into you, he cums profusely inside. Him rubbing you so much at your core,you cry out, cumming shortly after. He pulls out watching the cum drip from you. He’s in awe that he produced so much.

“You’re mine now” he claims

[winchester-girl67]

Imagine... Dean Coming To You For Comfort

Summary: Dean looks for comfort after a nightmare. He enjoys being the little spoon. 

Requested by anonymous: “could you write a fic where dean just needs some comfort from the reader? it could be platonic and dean just had a bad day or a nightmare and doesn't want to be alone and wants to be held without asking"

Pairing: Dean x reader 

Word Count: 902 

Warnings: language, nightmares, implied violence (hunting a vamp nest), brief mention of a gun reader keeps under the pillow, a little angst, emotional hurt/comfort, cuddling, fluff 

A/N: Found this in my wips, it's a little short but sweet. Enjoy. 

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“I said, I'm fucking fine, okay?!” 

Dean's words echoed in your ears. You'd only asked him the once and he just snapped at you, so when you got back to the bunker you beelined for your room and slammed the door. 

You didn't get food, you didn't shower off the motel shower from a few hours earlier like you usually would, and you didn't get any sleep either. ‘Monopoly’ speaking, you did not pass 'GO'. You just pouted in your bed. 

The hunt could've gone better; it also could've gone worse. 

You stared at the ceiling, still awake and wondering how to reproach Dean. He was clearly not fine but until he was able to admit that, there was no getting through to him. Dean was just too stubborn when he was in these moods and honestly you were a little, too. You wanted to help, but you didn't want to swallow your pride and walk down that hall just to have him yell at you again. 

You weren't a masochist. But you still laid there, in bed, overthinking everything that went wrong with the hunt. 

First of all, you should've brought Sam with you, or Cas. Dean said it would be simple enough though with the two of you. It wasn't and you almost got killed. Dean, of course, wasn't letting himself forget it. You could see that written all over his face on the ride home. 

Stopping your mind from racing wasn't easy. You counted the dots on the ceiling tiles as you listened to the ticking of Dean's wristwatch on your arm. He'd synchronized it to the time on his cell and given it to you before the hunt so you could stay structured in your plan against the vamp nest. 

It was smart, until it wasn't. There were more than you expected and you always jumped the gun and went in first. Standing still wasn't the easiest thing for you to do with all that adrenaline pumping in your veins. And you were used to hunting alone. Before the Winchesters came into the picture. 

Needless to say, everything that went wrong after that was about ninety-percent your fault. The other ten was simply a miscalculation.

You'd known the Winchesters for quite some time but moving into the bunker with them was fairly new. In the back of your mind, you hoped Dean wouldn't ask you to move out. You kinda liked not being completely alone anymore. The world was tough and they felt like family already. It would break your heart for sure; shatter any trust you had left. 

Your bedroom door creaked open slowly on its old hinges and a shadowed figure peaked its head inside your room. You held your breath for a moment and gripped the cool handle of your gun underneath your pillow. 

Always on guard. Even if the bunker was the safest place you'd ever been. 

"Easy, Y/N, it's just me." Dean said, pushing the door open the rest of the way so the light of the hall revealed his features. 

His expression was soft, too soft -broken like a man with the weight of the world on his shoulders and the nightmares to prove it. His hair was disheveled and he rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands. 

"Just wanted to check on you, I'll let you get back to sleep. Sorry I woke you, sweetheart." Dean breathed deep and slowly started to shut your door. "And sorry I yelled." 

"Wait," you sat up and placed the gun on the night table next to you before switching the light on low. "Come here. Close the door." 

You flipped back the covers, shuffled over to make room and patted the mattress beside you. Dean wiped the frown from his face with his hand and did as you said. He shut the door and settled into bed next to you. Tense and unmoving once he rolled onto his side facing away from you. 

He couldn't ask, but he didn't need to. 

You clicked off the light and tugged up the covers to his chin. Your palm rubbed over his shoulders and half-way down his back, then circled up again until you felt his muscles begin to relax. 

"That feels nice," he breathed and sniffled a little. 

You continued your motions for a while longer until his breathing evened out, you could tell he was still awake but knew he didn't intend on talking things out. That wasn't Dean. So instead, you rubbed up and down his arm and molded your chest into his back, settling into your position as big spoon. You squeezed him and held his hand against his chest. 

"Thank you," he sighed and weaved his fingers through yours. 

Dean didn't talk about feelings if he didn't have to. And for someone so 'tough', more often than not, he liked to be the little spoon. Especially to your big spoon. 

There was an unspoken understanding that neither of you were ever to bring it up in the light of day. But things were just different at night and being vulnerable and open didn't feel as achy and oozy. 

Feelings were allowed to be felt in the dark. 

He'd be gone before you woke, starting breakfast and roasting coffee in the kitchen, but for now your pieces could hold his pieces together. 

And maybe you could both finally get some sleep. 

_________________________ Dean: @akshi8278 @laycblack @thoughts-and-funnies @mrsjenniferwinchester @crustycheeks @kazsrm67 @sexyvixen7 @lyarr24 @suckitands33  @eliwinchester99 @yvonneeeee @igotmajordaddyissues @djs8891 @leigh70 @globetrotter28 @backseat-of-deans-67chevy

SPN: @hobby27

[angel-taser]

Praising Sukuna and he flips out | Sukuna x Cocky!Reader | Barely suggestive

Synopsis: You tease Sukuna ONCE and now he’s all flustered, so when you call him out on it he decides he wants to get you back!

A/N: I’ve been thinking about this scenario for DAYS-!!! DAYS I SAY! It’s probably very ooc but the idea is fun so enjoy! Sorry if it isnt the best, I was rushed and just writing whatever I thought of!

Content Warnings: Reader is cocky, Sukuna is cockier but gets put in his place, Flustered Sukuna, female reader, appearance of true form!sukuna with non canon physics at the end, Implied smut at the end, or at least smth spicy! Ooc sukuna probably

Word Count: 902

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Sukuna enjoyed toying around with curses before exorcising them. It gave his sadistic mind something to do when he didn’t feel like massacring the city. Yuji had switched with him because the brat didn’t have the energy to fend off the last few curses before help arrived, Sukuna wasn’t mad about that though.

He laughed as another curse died from his hands. “Oh this feeling is exhilarating! One more to go,” he said aloud, a grin pasted on his tattooed face.

“Oh really? Well thanks for doing the dirty work,” a voice said from behind him.

He whipped around confused as to who dared to interrupt him. It was you. You were a sorcerer at Jujutsu High, one of the assistant teachers. He heard Yuji talk about you a few times, about how good you were as a sorcerer. Sukuna couldn’t help but be intrigued by your presence.

“Eh?! What the hell woman I have it under control!” He snapped at her as she approached him, her smile unwavering.

“And you did such a good job,” she cooed. “But mama’s got it from here,” she added, patting Sukuna’s cheek before unsheathing her katana which was embedded with cursed energy.

Sukuna froze, his heart started pounding. What the hell? Why did he like that? His eyes narrowed at her as she watched her beat the final special grade curse that was left in the building. His face felt hot, he was sure it was almost as red as his eyes.

She looked back at Sukuna once she was done and couldn’t help but laugh. “What? Something the matter?” She teased, walking over to him. He stepped back.

“Back off woman! I don’t know what the hell happened but don’t let it get to your head!” He growled, turning away and walking down the hallway.

Y/N chuckled. “Well, the King of Curses has a praise kink? That’s interesting…” she mumbled to herself.

~~**~~

The next day, Y/N set out to find Yuji. Maybe he knew something about this.

“Hey Yuji! C’mere for a second!” She called out to him as he was training, a bright smile on her face.

He looked at her confused and jogged over to her. “Hey! What’s up?” He asked her, a smile on his face to match hers.

“Is Sukuna upset up there?” She asked, poking his forehead with a grin. Yuji’s eyes widened at the question.

“What?”

“You know, is he being all mopey? Last time I saw him he was practically a puddle on the floor, an angry one,” she said, standing up straight again.

Yuji scratched his chin thinking. “Actually, yeah he has, ever since I let him out again he’s been all grumbly, do you know why?” He asked her.

Y/N smiled wider. “No way! I was right!” She laughed, a hand on her head in disbelief. “I think the King of Curses doesn’t know how to handle a woman complimenting him,” she cooed with a chuckle.

Yuji’s eyes widened. “No way! Are you serious?!” He said in disbelief.

Y/N nodded. “Yep! I witnessed it first hand,” she sighed with a smile.

A mouth popped up on Yuji’s cheek. “You bitch! You didn’t do anything it just caught me off guard! Don’t let it get to your head!” Sukuna’s voice roared. This only made Y/N laugh.

“So defensive, I guess he really doesn’t like finding a weakness huh?” She hummed, poking Yuji’s cheek. Yuji covered his mouth holding back a chuckle.

Sukuna growled and chomped his teeth at Y/N. “You just wait, I’ll get you back!” He snapped at her.

“Get me back huh? We’ll see about that, have fun training Itadori!” She said waving at Yuji as she left.

“I’m gonna get her back,” Sukuna mumbled before retreating back into Yuji’s mind.

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That night, Y/N was in her pajamas, laying in her bed scrolling through her phone. The events from today lingered in her mind. What did he mean he was gonna get her back?

There was a knock at the door. She groaned and got up, who the hell is awake at this hour?

She walked over and opened the door, her eyes widened when she was met with a tattooed chest, her eyes went up to meet the face of the man in her doorway. It was Sukuna, he has a mask that looked like it was made of wood on the one side of his face, a shit eating grin plastered on his lips. He had an extra set of arms under his shoulders.

“What the hell-“ Y/N mumbled. “Where’s Yuji-“

“The brat is fine, this is my OWN body,” he chuckled, forcing himself into her room. “You know…your little comment has been wracking my brain,” he hummed looking around her room.

Y/N watched as the large man looked around. “Really?” She gulped, her voice strained with weariness.

Sukuna nodded. “Oh yeah~ it got me thinking~”

“A-about what?” Y/N stuttered.

His ruby eyes met hers. “What kind of things make you do that?” He hummed, tilting his head.

Her eyes widened, taking a step back in shock. “Excuse me?” She coughed out. Two large hands grabbed her waist.

“What makes you tick~? We’re gonna find out~” he snickered, his two other hands finding the curves of her body.

He observed how she writhed and blushed under his touch, small whimpers leaving your mouth as she did.

“This is gonna be fun, pet~”

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A/N: I AM TOO SCARED TO WRITE SMUT BUT MAYBE IN THE FUTURE! But yeah I hope you enjoyyyyed~! Might rewrite it when I have more time and confidence lmao. Til next time!

Bye Pookies!💕

[sweetestcaptainhughes]

Hungover

GIF isn’t mine. create to creator @gabelandeskog

Word Count - 902

Possible triggers - I truly can’t think of any, maybe alcohol use? It’s really just some pure fluff I thought of after waking up very hungover this past weekend.I guess use of Y/N if that’s considered a trigger? 

Summary: After a girls night out waking up extremely hungover and Quinn has to fill you in on what happened once you got home last night. 

As you felt yourself wake up, the first thing you felt was the dryness of your mouth and not even 10 seconds later the pounding of your head. Then as your stomach churned as you were fighting the urge to not wince in pain from the mixture all of a sudden realizing how drunk you actually got the night before. You could feel the light being so bright before you even decided to open your eyes and that’s when you decided to cuddle further into your boyfriend with a moan of pain. 

“Make it stop please.” Y/N barely whispered to Quinn.

He couldn’t help the light chuckle escape his lips as he turned his body so he was facing his girlfriend. Quinn wrapped his arms around you and kept your legs tangled. “Make what stop baby?” he asked teasingly knowing damn well you want the pain to stop. 

You peaked one eye open barely and then immediately closed it. “It’s too bright in here, please make it stop.” you softly demanded. But even in your sick state you knew it was impossible to already make the barely lite room any darker. 

“Yes let me get right on that, I’ll just tell the sun that my precious Y/N isn’t ready to face the day yet because she drank too many tequila sunrises last night.” As he continues to chuckle and hold you tighter. 

“It wasn’t tequila sunrises, it was run punches!Thank you very much!” you softly argued. 

He chuckles at the fact that even when you feel like dying you can’t stop yourself from correcting him. “I would ask if you had fun with BF/N but since I remember last night and you coming home I already know that you did.”

“You were awake when I came home?” you ask softly, finally deciding to open your eyes and look at your boyfriend. “I don’t remember that. Actually I don’t remember anything from last night past getting in the uber with BF/N.” 

“Yes BF/N called me from the uber also drunk out of her mind but more sober then you and told me that there was no way she could get you out the uber by herself and demanded I meet you downstairs. You did fight me on properly getting ready for bed and I will say I have the battle scars to prove it.” As Quinn lifted his arm you saw the red marks of the scratches on his arm. 

You let out a gasp of surprise as you went to grab his arm and bring it to your mouth to softly kiss the scratch marks as you mumbled your apologies. “It’s okay baby. I know you were really drunk and to be fair it was either my arm or your ankle as you fell on your ass. I will always pick up on me getting hurt over you.” As he scooted even closer to you if that was even possible and you both closed your eyes fully ready to go back to bed for a few hours. “Hey don’t go back to sleep baby, we gotta get up soon for lunch remember mom and dad are in town?” 

You actually let out a sound of your mouth between a whine and moan. “No, I forgot. I’m so hungover” you sigh. 

“Okay well do you want some Advil now and water? I tried to get you to take it last night but you refused and passed out before I could convince you.” He softly asks as he strokes your hair, something he knows always brings you deep comfort even when you're hungover you’ve been in months. 

“Yes please.” you mumble. You feel the weight of the bed shift as Quinn reaches over to the bedside table and grabs the Advil and bottle of water he left on the table last night on purpose. 

“Here baby you gotta sit up a little to take it. “ You sit up barely but refuse to open your eyes, Quinn chuckles as he drops medicine in your already open mouth and brings the lid to your mouth. Once the water touches your lips it feels like you're a new person. You take the bottle out of Quinns hands and drink a decent amount until your stomach decides if you drink anymore you might vomit. 

As you lay down to get comfortable you say “remind me to never drink again, I’ve never been that hungover.” You hear Quinn chuckle at your recent declaration. 

“Babygirl you know I love you but you say that everytime you wake up the next morning hungover as fuck.” As he wraps his arms around you. 

“And I mean it!” As you find yourself snuggling deeper into his chest. You can feel the rumbles under you from him continuing to laugh at you. 

“Okay okay 10 more minutes and then we have to get up or we will be late for lunch considering we are suppose to meet them at 1 and its already 11:30.” 

“Okay.. hey quinny?” you ask as you look up at him, as your head lays on his chest.

“Hmm” he asks.

“Thanks for always taking care of me.” as you hug him a little tighter. 

The last thing you remember before you drift back to sleep is him kissing you on the forehead. “I’ll always take care of you baby. I love you.”

Authors note:

Thanks for reading. Please let me know what you all think, this is the first time I'm posting on this blog.

[the--rebel--fae]

Was wondering if I could get a little something with Angel? A bit angst -> fluff maybe he comes back after a rough fight with val and just starts throwing himself on reader until they get him to talk about it and comfort him by reassuring him that they don’t want him for his body like others do.

Angel doesn’t get enough love on here and I’m done with it😭

Thanks Pookie! Much love!

A/N: Of course you can my dear! I totally agree Angel needs more love! I did it slightly differently but I still incorporated as much of your request as possible. Writing Angel is apparently a lot harder than I thought, but I still loved doing this. I hope you like it!

Pairing: Angel Dust x Reader

TW: A little bit of swearing, angst but then comfort, slightly suggestive--It's Angel Dust that's a given, and small references to abuse.

Word Count: 902

A Hazbin Love

“You know Husk, I knew you were good at creating alcoholic drinks, but,” You took a sip of your coffee and rested a hand on your cheek, enjoying the taste of the rich caffeine as it started to work its way into your system. “This coffee is probably the best I’ve ever had.” 

It was generally pretty quiet in the mornings in the hotel, but you’ve been nursing a rather nasty headache after fighting with your best friend and unfortunately for your heart–crush, Angel Dust

You kept seeing how he was treated by that horrible bastard Valentino day after day; and early this morning after hearing he was going to work, you well… snapped.”

Your heart hammered in your chest as you continued your frantic descent down the stairs of the hotel, almost accidentally knocking over Sir Penitous in the process.

“Angel,” you panted, trying to bring breath back into your lungs. “You need to somehow get out of this. I know he owns your soul, but maybe there’s a way–”

Angel Dust whirled on you. A mix of pain and anger on his face. “What? A way out? Hah, Dollface don’t make me laugh. You think if there was a way I wouldn’t have tried?” He ran a hand through his hair, an action you’ve seen him do many times when he was upset and didn’t know how to process his emotions properly. 

You tried to put a comforting hand on Angel Dust’s arm only to have him bat it away. “Look. (Y/n) You’re looking out for me, I get it. Charlie tried this before and it only made it worse. So back off.” Angel Dust sighs and turns to leave but then pauses and glances back at your hurt expression. “Why do you even give a damn anyway? You’ve always stuck your nose up at my work every time I tried to talk ‘bout it.”

You clicked your teeth and balled your hands into fists. “Hah. You know why I cringe every time you talk about your work? Because I see how it destroys you. Every. Time. I’m not some prude like you want to believe Angel. But I’m your best friend and I care about you dammit!”

“Then stop caring!”

“I can’t! You’re my best friend and–and I’m in love with you!”  

You ran your hands through your hair remembering when you yelled that. The second that was out of your mouth you froze and Angel Dust just walked out the door and didn’t say a word.

“Well, I made it strong just for you kid, after that conversation a few hours ago I can tell you needed it.”

You cringe slightly at the reminder of what happened between you and Angel. “Thanks Husk. I-I just hope he doesn’t hate me. I–” you cringed. “I don’t think I could live with myself if that happened.”

“You really think I’d hate ya toots?” A familiar voice that makes your heart twist sounds out just mere feet from you.

You go and glance at Husk, only to see he already made himself scarce. Sneaky bastard, he probably knew Angel was coming over you think. 

Turning in your seat you let out a small gasp seeing the state that Angel Dust is once again in. A light bruise over his left eye, his fur ruffled in various places, but even still, to you, he looks as handsome as ever.

“I-I just thought with the sudden confession,” You trail off, your voice getting caught in your throat.

Angel Dust walks forward and gently wraps you in a hug. “Yea, that surprised the hell outta me but,” Angel Dust chuckled. “To be honest toots, that confession of yours is the only thing that kept me goin’ today.”

Angel Dust picked you up so you had to wrap your legs around his waist. “Now I’m gonna show you how much that actually meant to me.”

You bit your lip, as much as you really wanted to see where that takes the two of you, you knew that it was Angel’s way of evading and avoiding any real feelings. You pushed off of him gently and shook your head.

“Angel, I don’t want you to just throw yourself at me and think that I just want a physical relationship. If we are to be in a relationship, I want all of you, not just the physical aspect. I want dates, inside jokes, nights of just cuddling together.”

Angel Dust gave a confused look but then his eyes started watering and he plunked down into a nearby chair and put his face in his hands and his shoulders started to shake. The tears flowed freely now. “I-I want that, I truly do but I just…I don’t know how. Thanks to Val all I know is the physical part. I’m just…broken that way.”

At his words, you felt tears prick in your eyes. You walked around to the front of the chair and rested your head in his lap. “Angel, I’m so sorry you have to go through that. It’s not right. That’s why I was so upset this morning. But you’re not broken. No matter what you think. And I’m here for you. Forever and always.”

Angel whipped away his tears and put a hand on your cheek making you look up at him. “You sure (Y/n)?”

You found yourself leaning into his touch. “Positive.”

Hope you enjoyed love! I always love getting the chance to write for Angel Dust, the man needs more love. So feel free to request for more of him anytime!

And if you guys want even more stories--like maybe your own personalized several-page long one-shots or even a multi-chap fic take a look at my Etsy Shop! I do commissions! I even have listings for Hazbin Hotel!

[m00nkissedlover]

・｡sick day 🌡️

"inside this place is warm, outside it starts to pour"

regulus black x sick! reader | word count: 902 words

summary: in which regulus takes care of you while you're sick 🌡️

warnings: none!

note: since i'm sick rn, i decided to write this little self indulgent fic :D

you had thought that dancing around in the rain would be fun and romantic, right? wrong. a few days ago, your rather plain date with regulus in the hogwarts courtyard was interrupted by a sudden shower of rain. despite it not being a downpour, it was still quite a bit of rain. and as regulus ran for cover, holding his bag over his head, you stayed put. you even stood up, twirling and skipping around on the rain.

"y/n, get over here!" regulus had yelled, trying to fight the smile forming on his lips.

"no, you get over here! let's dance in the rain!" you suggested, not having a care in the world.

regulus just rolled his eyes before quickly running out to pull you back inside.

"look at you, you're soaked." he muttered, taking off his jacket and putting it around your shoulders as he shook his head.

"don't come crying to me when you get sick..." you just smiled at him, finding his curly wet hair and slightly flushed cheeks rather adorable.

"don't worry. i'll be fine, reggie." you'd come to eat those words.

fast forward to present day, you're tucked under your duvet cover, sneezing and sniffling, coughing and grumbling due to the slight pain in your throat. and who was sat in a chair right by your bedside wringing out a rag to put on your forehead? none other than the same slytherin who'd yelled for you to take cover with him inside.

"and this is why we don't dance around in the rain." he quipped, earning himself an annoyed groan from you.

"but it was fun..." "and look where your 'fun' got you." you frowned at his remark, sneezing and letting out a miserable grumble.

"bless you." regulus said, feeling your forehead with the back of his hand.

"you're still pretty warm..." he muttered to himself, placing the cool rag on your forehead.

"how are you so good at this?" you mumbled quietly, sniffling a few times.

"sirus used to take care of me all the time when i'd get sick as a child. i picked up a thing or two." you found it incredibly sweet that regulus had decided to spend his day caring for you instead of doing...anything else really.

your eyes followed him as he stood up and went to get a small, brown glass bottle from his bag. he sat back down, shaking the bottle before uncapping it and pouring some of its contents into the cap.

"what's that?" you asked, your eyes going from the green-ish liquid to regulus's face.

"medicine. you have to take 3 capfuls." he explained, bringing the cap to your lips. some of the liquid slipped past and you immediately frowned, your face scrunching up and a weird noise leaving your lips. it tasted awful.

"are you trying to kill me right now, regulus black? what in merlin's name is that?" you asked, the bitter taste still on your tongue.

regulus scoffed, rolling his eyes as he poured another capful. "y/n, you won't get any better if you don't take medicine. i got this specially from ms. pomfrey. she says it'll make you better in no time. now come on, open up."

as regulus brought the cap to your lips again, you stopped it by putting a hand over your mouth. "nuh uh!" you exclaimed, shaking your head, getting a frustrated huff from regulus.

"if you take it i'll....give you a kiss or whatever." he mumbled.

""or whatever?" now i definitely don't want to take it." regulus raked his brain, thinking of a way to get you to take the disgusting excuse for medicine.

"if you don't take it, i'll tell pandora you broke her hand mirror."

a slight look of surprise spread across your features as regulus mentioned the broken mirror. "how did you even know about that? i mean, i'm planning on buying her a new one, but still." "i have my ways. now take the medicine."

you stared at the capful of medicine, finally caving. you took the cap from regulus, downing the bitter tasting liquid before pouring another and drinking that too. you sputtered and spit in the air, your features scrunching as you frowned.

"there you go. want me to make you some tea to mask the taste?" regulus ask, gently tracing over your cheek with his finger. you nodded, muttering a quick "please."

as regulus fluffed some pillows for you to sit up against, you held a mug of steaming tea, the warmth emanating from it spreading through your whole body. you let out a content sigh, your eyelids a little droopy as you glanced at your boyfriend.

"thanks for taking care of me regulus." you hummed, scooting over and patting the empty space next to you.

"if not me, who else would care for you?" regulus debated for a few seconds before sitting next to you, intertwining his fingers with yours as you rested your head on his shoulder.

your heart warmed, not just from the tea, but from regulus's actions and words. you could tell that you were the apple of his eye. after a few moments of talking, you started to feel sleepy, your eyes fluttering shut.

regulus reached over and turned off the bedside lamp, gently kissing the back of your hand as he watched you drift off. maybe sick days really weren't all that bad.🌡️

© m00nkissedlover, 2024

[meanderingsofmistria]

Dance for Joy

Caldarus x gn! farmer

Word count: 902

Warnings: not proofread and honestly kinda rushed, but I was listening to some dance music and felt inspiration. Enjoy!

(I cannot wait for the day that I can smooch the dragon. Lemme plssss give the dragon a smooch)

    “Dance for me. Please.” 

     These words would have been jarring to hear no matter who it came from, but the word ‘jarring’ took on a whole new meaning when this phrase was spoken by Caldarus of all people. Or, well, creatures?

     “Why…” The farmer asks, their confused gaze falling upon the regal statue, an impressive carving standing tall and proud. 

     “The people of Mistria are joyous people-”

     “Even…”

     “Yes. Even March. Even he finds joy in this life. Though I, like many, cannot see it. I can feel it, though. Deep within me, I can feel when he is prideful, when he fashions a blade just to his liking. I can feel Lady Adeline’s desperation when her thoughts are about Mistria’s future and fate. I can feel Holt’s excitement as he thinks of a new joke to share. I can feel the joy of the people as they dance around each other at the seasonal festivals, and how their excitement and merriment are shared with each other as they enjoy themselves. And…I can feel your desire to join them, to dance alongside them. I can feel that, and I can see how you hesitate. I see and feel, yes, but I cannot understand.”

     The farmer remained silent, taking in the new information. They considered Caldarus their friends at this point. Their daily banter and amicable exchanges have slowly made them forget his true heritage. They heard his stories daily, grinned as he recalled some of his past, but at this moment they truly remembered that he was a dragon. 

     “I enjoy dancing, I do. But I don’t enjoy it when others watch me dance. I feel out of place and I get embarrassed, so even if I work up the courage to dance with them, I don’t think I would feel happy doing it.”

     The Guardian of Mistria grew silent. His words were often so expressive that one could easily overlook the fact that he didn’t have the ability to show any expressions on his stone face.

     “Farmer, tell me. Would you find joy in dancing if I were to avert my gaze. I wish only for your joy, for you to dance freely.”

     “Why?”

     Again, the farmer is met with a brief silence.

     “I feel the joy of the inhabitants of Mistria. I feel their content and their happiness. I revel in their joy and laughter…though I find myself yearning to feel yours as well.”

     This time the Guardian is met with silence from the farmer.

     “You…” The farmer pauses, collecting their thoughts. “...you yearn for …my joy?” They ask, hesitantly, as if waiting for the punchline to a joke made at their expense.

     “Yes. Although if I were to put more thought into it, I feel as though craving would better encompass my feelings on the matter.”

     A silence is shared between the two. One lost in raging thoughts, the other calmly navigating through them. 

     “There…isn’t any music. How shall I dance?”

     Caldarus was made of stone, yet the farmer swore they could see him light up.

     “I am of the opinion that the sounds of nature provide the most brilliant music. However…I may remember some music from a long time ago. Music that could be used for dancing. I am not the best singer, but I can follow a tune just fine.”

     “You’d sing for me?”

     “If you dance for me, yes, I shall sing for you.”

     “How shall I dance?”

     “You may dance however you wish, farmer. My only request is that you may feel joy in your dance.”

     The farmer smiles wistfully, feeling that aforementioned joy creep up on them.

     “Very well o’ Guardian of Mistria.” They took a dramatic bow before the statue. “Sing and I shall dance for you. Caldarus chuckled heartily, amused by their theatrics. 

     The Guardian and the farmer made good on their vow to each other, singing and dancing for hours upon hours. Even as the day turned to night, the stars provided a spotlight for their performance. The farmer danced and danced, laughing and smiling, singing along as best they could as they talked and shared stories.

     As the night continued, the Guardian Dragon found himself yearning, craving for something he could not yet have. The farmer danced beautifully. They were not classically trained, nor was their technique flawless…but they were having fun. And Caldarus felt odd about that. An odd feeling bubbling up from deep inside of him. He craved…he wanted that joy. He looked upon the farmer and watched as they danced…he wanted to dance beside them. He wanted them to look upon him with a joyous smile and dance alongside him. He wanted to hold them, smile at them, and be joyful in their presence. Ah to feel that joy, the joy of dancing. The joy of loving.

     The night progressed wonderfully, up until a point when the farmer suddenly collapsed from exhaustion, sometime around 2am, if he recalled correctly. They stopped, but he still sang. He sang to them throughout the night, until he could not sing anymore. He was regaining strength, thanks to the farmer and their offerings of essence, but he could not remain conscious for as long as he hoped. No, he could not dance with them, nor could he smile at them. But he could sing for them, if only a little, in hopes that they would dance for him another night.

(Thanks for reading! Feel free to request!)

[duffslut]

Girl in the crowd

Slash x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 902

Warnings: Fluff (kinda?)

- Is she here again? - Slash asked his bandmates, they were just finishing getting ready for the show.

- She probably is. - Duff replied, putting on his bass. - She hasn't missed a show since the tour started.

- I say she's probably just a crazy fan. - Axl said. - I don't know why you're so interested in her.

Slash shrugged, but inside he was a little anxious to know if the girl would be at the show tonight.

The band came on stage and there you were, so close on the crowd you could almost touch them. You screamed along with your friend as they started playing the first song, as you jumped and sang along you felt like you were constantly being watched by someone, but you couldn't identify who it was.

The friend who had helped you get tickets for the tour was also a friend of Izzy, the rhythm guitarist and was also at the concert with you.

- Izzy told me that someone in the band was kind of into you. - Your friend shouted loudly in your ear, trying to speak over the music.

- WHAT?! - You shouted back, but you had understood perfectly.

- IZZY SAID THAT.. - She was about to repeat the sentence but you touched her arm.

- WHO? - You asked, stopping jumping and brushing away the hair that had stuck to your face with sweat. - WHICH ONE OF THEM SAID THAT?

- Izzy said it was the hairy one. - Your friend said. - Slash. - She said remembering the name.

You turned to the stage and looked at him, and to your surprise, he was already looking at you, a shy smile appeared on his lips and then he walked around the stage playing the guitar. You stood frozen in place, Slash was into you!?

You enjoyed the rest of the show trying not to feel so intimidated by Slash's constant gaze on you, and after the band finished the last song, one of the security guards came to talk to you.

- Y/n, Slash is waiting for you backstage. - He said, touching your back and showing you the way.

You only had time to look at your friend with a shocked and slightly scared look, before walking down the hallway alone, You tried to control your walk but you felt your legs go weak, Slash was waiting for you backstage. What did that even mean? What could he possibly want to say to you? Was it he who had personally told the security guard your name and asked him to look for you? Millions of questions ran through your head, but before you could find the answer to them, you were already in front of the door where the security guard had guided you.

You were about to knock when the door opened and a shirtless Slash holding a glass of whiskey greeted you.

- Hey you. - His eyes roamed up and down your body. - Thanks for coming. - He spoke a little slurred because of the cigarette hanging from his lips.

You were about to greet him when he pulled you inside, holding you by the waist and then closing the door behind you. You remained standing, trying to adjust your hair by tucking it behind your ear as Slash sat down and poured another glass of whiskey.

- I - I'm a big fan of yours. - You finally said something, but regretted it because you thought it sounded stupid.

He looked at you and smiled.

- I bet you are, sit with me baby don't be shy - You walked over to the old leather couch and sat down next to him, adjusting your denim mini skirt so it didn't look so short.

- I've noticed you at our last few shows. - He said and you were taken by a hot and pleasant sensation, you had never seen him so close, he was even more beautiful than you imagined. Slash offered you the glass of whiskey and you accepted it.

- You did? - You asked, finally having the courage to look him in the eyes, taking a sip of the drink.

- Yeah... - He said, and you tried to stay focused when his hand touched your bare thigh and then caressed it, his cold rings touching your skin making the rest of your body shiver. - You always seemed so sexy and so unreachable at the same time. - He said as he moved his hand up until it went under your skirt.

- Unreachable? - You said, already halfway through the glass and starting to have a little more attitude.

- Yeah, you know, your friend told Izzy your secret, and I made him tell me. - Slash said and you took his cigarette from his hand, putting it to your lips, he smiled, his face was too close to yours.

- What secret? - If it weren't for the drink, you would have been scared, but at that moment, you were aroused.

- You still a babygirl. - Slash whispered. - I can make you a woman.

You froze for a few seconds, Slash knew you were still a virgin at eighteen, you felt your head spin and immediately tried to get up.

- Stay. - He said, holding your arms and kissing you, you couldn't resist, his lips were so warm and his tongue knew exactly what to do with yours. - You want this, don't you? - He asked, holding your body on the couch.

You looked at him, his bright eyes upon you, his lips wet and his slim body absurdly attractive.

- Yes. - You murmured.

[echobx]

Kinktober 2024

author's note: this collection contains a multitude of specific warnings, including darker subjects like cnc and dub-con. for more accurate warnings please refer to the works themselves as they will go in more depth with it than what I will list here.

all works were written before October 1st and have in no way shape or form any correlation to what will happen/is happening in s4.

this series is obviously 18+ and I do not take responsibility for your reading choices, especially when you are a minor choosing to read this.

posting time: 1pm (GMT+1) // 7am (EST)

𝕆𝕟𝕖 - Rivalry

⚠︎ pairing: Rafe Cameron × fem!reader

⚠︎ theme/kinks: smut, hate fucking, anal

⚠︎ word count: 778

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𝕋𝕨𝕠 - There's a first for everything

⚠︎ pairing: JJ Maybank × fem!reader

⚠︎ theme/kinks: smut, pegging, sub!JJ

⚠︎ word count: 1k

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𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖 - The Bra

⚠︎ pairing: bsf!JJ × fem!reader

⚠︎ theme/kinks: smut, tit fucking, oral (male receiving)

⚠︎ word count: 352

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𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕣 - Everyone has a Price pt.1

⚠︎ pairing: Rafe Cameron × virgin!fem!reader

⚠︎ theme/kinks: suggestive language, mild banter

⚠︎ word count: 2.5k

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𝔽𝕚𝕧𝕖 - Games

⚠︎ pairing: Pope Heyward × fem!reader

⚠︎ theme/kinks: smut, semi-public (audible over headset), p in v (protected)

⚠︎ word count: 958

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𝕊𝕚𝕩 - NSFW Alphabet Sunday

⚠︎ character: Rafe Cameron

⚠︎ theme/kinks: nsfw headcanons

⚠︎ word count: 1.3k

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𝕊𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 - Double the Fun (part of this au)

⚠︎ pairing: Rafe Cameron & JJ Maybank × fem!polyam!reader

⚠︎ theme/kinks: smut, dvp, double creampie

⚠︎ word count: 902

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𝔼𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 - stripper!JJ headcanons

⚠︎ pairing: stripper!JJ × fem!reader

⚠︎ theme/kinks: fluffy, tiny bit smut

⚠︎ word count: 50 points

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ℕ𝕚𝕟𝕖 - Big Boy

⚠︎ pairing: Rafe Cameron × fem!reader

⚠︎ theme/kinks: smut, loss of virginity

⚠︎ word count: 1k

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𝕋𝕖𝕟 - NO WORKS ON SHOW DAY

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𝔼𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 - Everyone has a Price pt.2

⚠︎ pairing: Rafe Cameron × virgin!fem!reader

⚠︎ theme/kinks: light miscommunication, angsty with fluff

⚠︎ word count: 2.2k

⚠︎ series masterlist

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𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕧𝕖 - Daddy?

⚠︎ pairing: babydaddy!JJ × pregnant!fem!reader

⚠︎ theme/kinks: smut, daddy kink, oral (fem receiving)

⚠︎ word count: 621

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𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟 - NSFW Alphabet Sunday

⚠︎ character: Pope Heyward

⚠︎ theme/kinks: nsfw headcanons

⚠︎ word count: 1.9k

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𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟 - The Spins

⚠︎ pairing: bsf!JJ Maybank × fem!reader

⚠︎ theme/kinks: smut, high sex

⚠︎ word count: 1.5k

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𝔽𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟 - Sleepy Girl

⚠︎ pairing: Rafe Cameron × fem!reader

⚠︎ theme/kinks: smut, somnophilia, cnc

⚠︎ word count: 482

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𝕊𝕚𝕩𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟 - Post Game Stress Relief (part of this series)

⚠︎ pairing: Leo Grecco × fem!reader

⚠︎ theme/kinks: smut, oral (male receiving)

⚠︎ word count: 1.3k

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𝕊𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟 - The Experiment

⚠︎ pairing: Pope Heyward × fem!reader

⚠︎ theme/kinks: smut, semi-public (audible over headset), p in v (protected)

⚠︎ word count: 960

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𝔼𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟 - Everyone has a Price pt.3

⚠︎ pairing: Rafe Cameron × virgin!fem!reader

⚠︎ theme/kinks: smut, loss of virginity, oral (fem receiving), handjob, fingering, fluffy

⚠︎ word count: 2.8k

⚠︎ series masterlist

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ℕ𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟 - Private Chef Maybank

⚠︎ pairing: JJ Maybank × fem!reader

⚠︎ theme/kinks: cooking with cum

⚠︎ word count: 556

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𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪 - NSFW Alphabet Sunday

⚠︎ character: Leo Grecco

⚠︎ theme/kinks: nsfw headcanons

⚠︎ word count: 1.3k

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𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪-𝕆𝕟𝕖 - Dream Job

⚠︎ pairing: boss!Rafe Cameron × secretary!fem!reader

⚠︎ theme/kinks: smut, oral (male receiving), cock warming

⚠︎ word count: 472

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𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪-𝕋𝕨𝕠 - The Lego Set

⚠︎ pairing: Pope Heyward × fem!Kook!reader

⚠︎ theme/kinks: smut, overstimulation, praising

⚠︎ word count: 1.3k

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𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪-𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖 - vampire!girlfriend headcanons

⚠︎ part 1: Pope Heyward

⚠︎ part 2: JJ Maybank

⚠︎ part 3: Rafe Cameron

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𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪-𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕣 - Morning Sex

⚠︎ pairing: JJ Maybank × fem!reader

⚠︎ theme/kinks: smut, morning sex, voice kink

⚠︎ word count: 953

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𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪-𝔽𝕚𝕧𝕖 - Everyone has a Price pt.4

⚠︎ pairing: Rafe Cameron × virgin!fem!reader

⚠︎ theme/kinks: smut, p in v (unprotected), oral (fem receiving)

⚠︎ word count: 1.8k

⚠︎ series masterlist

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𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪-𝕊𝕚𝕩 - Too Drunk to Fuck (part of this series)

⚠︎ pairing: Leo Grecco × fem!reader

⚠︎ theme/kinks: smut, drunk sex, floor sex, p in v (unprotected)

⚠︎ word count: 797

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𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪-𝕊𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 - NSFW Alphabet Sunday

⚠︎ character: JJ Maybank

⚠︎ theme/kinks: nsfw headcanons

⚠︎ word count: 1.6k

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𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪-𝔼𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 - Scene. And Action!

⚠︎ pairing: Rudy Pankow × fem!PA!reader

⚠︎ theme/kinks: smut, public sex, oral (fem receiving)

⚠︎ word count: 1.4k

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𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪-ℕ𝕚𝕟𝕖 - camp counselor!JJ headcanons

⚠︎ pairing: JJ Maybank × fem!reader

⚠︎ theme/kinks: fluffy, with smut

⚠︎ word count: 20 points

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𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕪 - Lover turned Brother

⚠︎ pairing: Rafe Cameron × fem!reader

⚠︎ theme/kinks: smut, stepcest

⚠︎ word count: 1.2k

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𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕪-𝕆𝕟𝕖 - The Hay Maze (part of this series)

⚠︎ pairing: Leo Grecco × fem!reader

⚠︎ theme/kinks: smut, open-air/public sex, p in v (unprotected)

⚠︎ word count: 2k

𝔹𝕆ℕ𝕌𝕊

Birthday Schenanigans

⚠︎ pairing: JJ Maybank × fem!reader

⚠︎ theme/kinks: smut, edging, thigh riding, fingering

⚠︎ word count: 969

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The Blessing (part of this series)

⚠︎ pairing: Rafe Cameron × plus size!fem!reader

⚠︎ theme/kinks: edging, formal wear (clothes stay on)

⚠︎ word count: 840

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Good Luck

⚠︎ pairing: JJ Maybank × fem!reader

⚠︎ theme/kinks: smut, p in v (unprotected), backshots, creampie, semi-public

⚠︎ word count: 595

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