#??? like they went around with their knifes out for a GOOD while

[forgeofthenine]

How would the Tieflings react to an Aasimar partner? How would they initially react to learning that before they're together? How would they feeI about the whole 'forces of evil seek to destroy them' thing? And how would they react if their partner just kinda drop something like "Oh yeah, my deity/celestial guide thinks you're pretty great". Also, I can't get the idea of wing hugs out of my mind (if they're a Protector Aasimar).

(We can't play as an Aasimar in game, and I'm grumpy about it. They're 100% my fave race.)

While I understand why larian didn't make aasimars a playable race I'm still very disappointed because they are far and away one of my absolute favourite races and I've played them in DND in the past. This set of headcanons ended up being way more 'story focused' than I initially expected so I might go back in and do a set of more casual ones later on, but I hope everyone enjoys them! <3

The bachelors dating an Aasimar headcanons

Dammon

Dammon hardly knew you were an Aasimar to start with, only that you were unique

With pale, milky eyes that contained no pupils you were quite the sight, and often assumed blind

This is what the blacksmith thought when he offered to help you make your way across a river

Anyone can imagine how stunned he was when you gleefully thanked him before complimenting his own eyes, comparing them to a golden halo

He soon found himself lucky enough to run into you during his travels with the refugees, always vying for your attention when you appeared in camp

You often won card games played with the others, and sung drunken songs for the children later in the night, and Dammon admired your joy in such dark times

Before long, the two of you were romantically involved and living quite happily in Baldurs Gate

You'd been there with Dammon through thick and thin, entering the city and helping him set up his own forge

The whole time he always called you his good luck charm, leading to an endearing blush and chuckle from you

That is, until a follower of Beshaba darkened your door and held a knife to your throat

It was only after that you decided to tell Dammon a long held secret, that you were descended from Lady Luck herself, Tymora

The gleeful and sometimes impetuous goddess had birthed a daughter to one of her human lovers, an Aasimar who went on to have her own family

For many generations your own family claimed descendance from Tymoras daughter, despite appearing to be normal humans

You provided proof with your birth, bearing blank eyes still blessed with sight and the luck of Tymora herself

You weren't strong like other great protector Aasimar, and you had no real contact with your now reclusive ancestor, but you tried to spread joy where you went and aimed to live a good life

Dammon, for what it's worth, took the news well and was glad to find no more secrets between the two of you

Incidentally, he also kept a much better eye on you, now he knew there was a minor target on your back

You can bet he brags about having his very own 'Lady luck' much to your amusement

Zevlor

Since the first moment he saw you Zevlor knew he was in love

Him, a young hellrider recruit, standing in front of a radiant Aasimar with the most beautiful wings he's ever laid eyes on

You were the very image of divine protection, a grandchild of the god he's devoted his life to serving, the grandchild of Helm

You spent much of your time with the hellriders, supervising their training and often joining in

Though no one seemed to realise you had eyes for one tiefling in particular, including that same tiefling

You'd often find reasons to be around Zevlor, insisting on helping him maintain weapons or offering help as a sparring partner

Even when Zevlor was a young man, years before Elturels descent, he still thought himself unworthy of your attention despite how often you gave it to him

What could a descendant of a god want with a simple hellspawn like him?

It was entirely up to you to knock some sense into him

Something you happily did one evening, pinning him during a sparring match and questioning his feelings

It was soon after he was officially courting you, much to the amusement and jealousy of others in the ranks

Everyone could see how proud Zevlor was, absolutely radiant whenever in your presence

He never worried himself too much either with worries of you being attacked, fully believing in both your own strength and the protection of your grandfather

It was a protection he often relied on once the tieflings needed to flee their home

Zevlor spent nights wrapped up in your arms and wings when you could convince him to come to bed

He carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, even when you insisted on taking some of his worries for yourself

It was only once the two of you made it to Baldurs gate, battered and scarred, that the two of you can truly relax

Calling upon your grandfather's grace for the last time to create a safe home for you and your lover

Something Zevlor is eternally greatful for, finally able to ask for your hand in marriage like he's been dreaming of for years

Rolan

Rolan had originally assumed you to be a tiefling when he first saw you in Elturel

Silver skin wasn't a particularly uncommon colour, though few tieflings in the city possessed it

It was only upon closer inspection that he realised you weren't a tiefling, you were a wholly different variety of planetouched

From first meeting you found yourself fond of Rolan and his siblings, Cal and Lia mercilessly teasing Rolan after stumbling across the two of you chatting in a bookstore

Despite your free roaming nature that often kept you travelling, staying near the wizard in training was too good an opportunity to miss and you soon settled nearby

Afternoons were spent with you watching his magic practices, teaching Cal to cook, and joking around with Lia

That is, until Elturel fell

Soon yours and Rolans easy comfort was in turmoil and your days were spent trying to protect the three tieflings you'd grown to love

Rolan himself was near as protective of you as he was of his siblings, hardly letting you out of his sight even once you'd made it onto the road as refugees

He never quite understood how you could be so happy under such awful conditions, hoping this 'adventure' of yours would be over quickly

You were sure to know it too, with him loudly complaining until you'd placate the wizard with kind words and by taking his hand in yours

Through the whole journey you were his biggest cheerleader and support, even as he lashed out after his siblings abduction

It was after that incident Rolan realised how important you were to him, seeing him at his meanest and ugliest but still sticking around

Soon after his dreams drifted from becoming an accomplished and revered wizard to starting a life with you in Baldurs Gate

That dream was near shattered, however, when he was taken into Lorroakans tutelage and found himself beaten and separated from his family

You had been fuming every time you saw him, fruitlessly trying to convince him to leave with you

His saving grace was when you and Dame Aylin came to ruin Lorroakan, your true power as an assimar becoming apparent as you stretch your wings and call upon your mother's favour

The corrupt wizard didn't stand a chance against the children of Selune and Avandra after scorning them so

Soon enough Rolan was back in your arms, and after so much turmoil he can't help but finally admit his feelings for you

What the wizard didn't expect was for you to laugh before kissing him, telling him that you'd known for months

His pout after that is legendary, but Rolan couldn't be happier than when you have your wings securely wrapped around him

#bri answers #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 x reader #bg3 x reader #baldurs gate 3 dammon #bg3 dammon #dammon x reader #baldurs gate 3 zevlor #bg3 zevlor #zevlor x reader #baldurs gate 3 rolan #bg3 rolan #rolan x reader

[p1nkprincess444]

𖤣.𖥧.⚘.𖡼 𝒦𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒶 {ℬ𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 ℳ𝒾𝓇𝓇ℴ𝓇} 𝒩𝓈𝒻𝓌 𝒜𝓁𝓅𝒽𝒶𝒷ℯ𝓉 𖡼.⚘.𖥧.𖤣

ꔫ I want to devour him whole ꔫ

word count: 1,613

contents: 18+

A = After care (What they’re like after sex)

 ꔫ Kappa isn’t too keen on aftercare unless he went especially rough on you, then he might hold you for a while and clean you off while telling you how good you were for him. 

B = Body part (Their favorite Body part of yours) 

ꔫ  Kappa loves your thighs, he loves anything to do with them. He loves how they squeeze his head when he’s giving you head, and the way they squeeze together when he’s whispering filthy things in your ear.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

ꔫ Fem! Kappa loves to overstimulate you until you squirt all over his hand. He knows it makes you embarrassed and that makes him love it more watching as your cheeks flush pink as you apologize for the mess.

ꔫ Masc! He loves watching his cum drip from your ass as he takes his fingers and fucks it back into you. He tells you what a good boy you are as he strokes your cock while pushing his cum back into you.

D = Dirty Secret

ꔫ Kappa loves when other members of the cult walk in on him fucking you. He wants them to know that you're his and nobody else’s as he slams into you making filthy noises leave your lips. 

E = Experience (How experienced they are)

ꔫ Kappa is very experienced, not only has he fucked pretty much every girl he’s met but he’s a quick learner. He’s made sure to pay attention and watch your reactions as he touches you taking in every small whimper or loud moan that escapes your mouth. 

F = Favorite position 

ꔫ Fem! Kappa has tried basically every position there is to try but his favorite is having you in his lap with his cock deep inside of you. He loves being able to take your tits in his mouth as he thrusts his cock up into you.

ꔫ Masc! Kappa loves pinning you against him with his hand wrapped around your throat as his hips slam up into yours. He’ll wrap his free hand around your cock making sure by the time he cums you’re practically begging him to stop.

G = Goofy (Are they serious or silly during the moment?)

ꔫ Kappa is rather serious in the moment, he’s more focused on his own pleasure and making you scream his name than making you giggle or laugh. On the rare occasion he is feeling less serious he’ll pepper your face and neck in kisses as he slowly thrusts into you.

H = Hair (How well groomed they are, and how do they want you)

ꔫ Kappa being a hippie has never shaved a day in his life he feels it’s “unnatural”. He wouldn’t mind if you shaved but would begin to encourage you not to when you joined the cult, he might even hide your razor.

I = Intimacy (How romantic they are in the moment)

ꔫ Kappa is romantic the first time you slept together especially if it’s your first time. He’d make sure to go slower and tell you how well you’re taking him as he thrusts his cock into you. After that he may be romantic on special occasions or anniversaries but otherwise he fucks you with reckless abandon. 

J = Jerking off 

ꔫ There are very few occasions when Kappa jerks off, he mainly relies on fucking you or any girl in the cult. When he has to jerk off though he looks at a picture of you the whole time moaning your name like a mantra. 

K = Kinks 

ꔫ His biggest kinks are knife play, choking, and gun play. He loves fucking you in missionary while choking you so he can watch your eyes roll back in your head as he slams into you. Kappa would never seriously hurt you with his knife but he loves slashing your skin just enough so small amounts of blood slide down your skin. His favorite above all is fucking you with his gun, he loves watching as you take the barrel inside you while moaning out his name. He’ll make you lick your cum off his gun as he jams it into your mouth

L = Locations

ꔫ Kappa will fuck you anywhere at anytime, he doesn’t care if people are around, if he wants you he’ll have you. He’d fuck you on the kitchen table while people were eating if you let him.

M = Motivation (What turns them on?)

ꔫ Practically anything you do turns Kappa on. You could be bending over to grab a pot from a cupboard and before you can stand up he has you bent over the counter with your under down by your ankles.

N = No (Something they would NEVER do)

ꔫ Kappa would never be submissive. It’s not in his nature to let someone have control over him. He might let you on top of him when he’s fucking you, but as soon as you try to pin down his wrist or do anything to make him feel less dominant he’ll flip you onto your back and put you in your place.

O = Oral (Preference giving and receiving) 

ꔫ Kappa loves to watch your legs shake when he gives you head. He loves the way you try to push his head away and the way your thighs squeeze around his head when you cum. He’ll keep going till you're overstimulated and crying.

ꔫ Kappa loves watching you give him head. It makes him smile watching as you try to choke down his cock. He’ll push your head down on his cock as he watches you struggle to take him. If you start to gag or choke he’ll stroke your hair as he eases your head up and down whispering degrading things.

P = Pace (Are they rough or are they gentle and caring?)

ꔫ Kappa is rough with you 90% of the time, he loves to make you whimper and whine as he fucks you as fast as he can. The rare 10% of the time he’s gentle with you would be when you’re sleeping or too tired to contribute anything back. He’ll gently kiss your neck as he thrusts his cock in slowly and deep.

Q = Quickie

ꔫ Kappa is a sucker for quickies, if he catches you going into the bathroom he’ll have you pinned against the counter as he slams his cock into you. He loves risky quickies when he knows someone could walk in on you at any second but he doesn’t care as he thrusts his cock in and out of you.

R = Risk (Would they experiment?) 

ꔫ Kappa would experiment on you but he’d be damned to let you experiment on him.  He likes to see how far he can push you till you're a sobbing mess begging for him to stop. 

S = Stamina

ꔫ Kappa has a lot of stamina but he might need to take a few small breaks in between rounds. If by a miracle you were still horny by the time Kappa was beyond exhausted he’d make you touch yourself while he watched and tell you how fast or slow to touch yourself. 

T = Toys (Do they use toys on you or themselves?)

ꔫ Kappa would try everything out on you from a simple small pink vibrator to nipple clamps and a sex swing. He loves watching you whimper and squeal as he uses the different toys as you’re handcuffed to the bedpost. He however would rather be caught dead than let you use toys on him. He needs you to know your place and how is he supposed to do that when you’re treating him like your bitch?

U = Unfair (How much they tease you)

ꔫ Kappa is big on teasing, he wants you begging for him before he’s even inside of you. Kappa would tease you for almost an hour before he let you feel the head of his cock push into you. 

V = Volume (How loud are they?)

ꔫ Kappa isn’t necessarily quiet but he’s not screaming his head off. He’s definitely going to grunt and groan but other than that he’s relevantly silent. This however comes in handy when you two are having particularly risky sex.

W = Wild Card (Random headcanon)

(sorry this one is so feminine o(╥﹏╥)o ) 

ꔫ Kappa loves the idea of getting you pregnant. He loves the thought of watching your stomach swell with his child. He tells you he’s gonna fuck you until you’re pregnant with his babies, and once you are he dotes on you every single minute of everyday. 

X = X-ray (How big are they?)

ꔫ I feel like we’re all on the same page with the fact Kappa is PACKING. That man easily has 8-9 inches. His cock definitely has veins running up and down his shaft. He is not circumcised either and he doesn’t shave ever. I could see his cock having a slight curve to it as well.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

ꔫ Kappa’s sex drive is through the roof, that man is constantly horny. There are very few moments where kappa isn’t fucking you. He honestly doesn’t care if you’re on your period, half asleep, or trying to do chores he would fuck you no matter the time of day or circumstance. 

Zzz = (How quickly do they fall asleep after?)

ꔫ Kappa isn’t one to fall asleep right after it takes him a while, but in the meantime you’re fast asleep as he lays next to you. His softer side might show as you lay asleep next to him, he might stroke your hair or hold you against him while he rubs your back.

#kappa black mirror #kappa x reader #kappa #rory culkin #i love rory culkin #i ❤ rory culkin #rory culkin x reader #clyde electrick children #charlie walker #scream 4 #scream #rory culkin smut #robots #black mirror #culkin cult #ns/fw #alphabet

[max-vandenburg-is-life]

Damn not gonna lie besties that was a slow episode

#before i do anything else I'm gonna rant here about the finale #so yeah the ep was slow i think that's the way to call it #so let's start first the part where they're entering the castle why was it so long #??? like they went around with their knifes out for a GOOD while #then the guy he who remains being the bad guy was not impactful idk how to say it #is he Kang??? I've heard that name being thrown around these past days #I think something this show did really wrong is that they don't explain stuff well so the guy was telling everything and i was kind of ??? #thank god for the actor who plays that guy he was talking for a long time but he was very fun to watch #anyways so then when they told his backstory i was thinking 'haven't we gone through this already' #like yeah? all the timelines existing is bad bc chaos and stuff? and there was a war a long time ago when the timelines battled each other? #like we already knew this #out of everything he said i feel like the only important part is that now a lot of evil versions of him are gonna appear #like that's it and he was talking for most of the episode #then when they finally got to some action it didn't last long #and the kiss... well... I'm not a big fan of the ship it feels weird to me but whatever #anyways sylvie betraying loki? like when they said it was gonna be a big betrayal i was expecting something totally different #like idk? was it really that bad? like tehy had different opinions on what to do and both of them wanted to do what they wanted #like is it a big betrayal because she kisses him just before like she was using him? i mean i guess is that bc otherwise i don't see it #anyways that's it #there's really not much to comment about because not much happened in the ep #like it was just talking and talking‚ but like not interesting talking #yeah so there's that #the best parts of the ep were definitely the miss minutes jumpscare and the last min of the episode #gonna reblog some memes now #bye #loki #loki spoilers #loki show #marvel #an original post no way

[the-faultofdaedalus]

I had a dream that the king and the queen of a small country had a daughter. They needed a son, a first-born son, so in secret, without telling anyone of their child’s gender, they travelled to the nearby woods that were rumoured to house a witch.

They made a deal with that witch. They wanted a son, and they got one. A son, one made out of clay and wood, flexible enough to grow but sturdy enough to withstand its destined path, enchanted to look like a human child. The witch asked for only one thing, and that was for their daughter.

They left the girl readily.

The witch raised her as her own, and called her Thyme. The princess grew up unknowing of her heritage, grew up calling the witch Mama, and the witch did her very best to earn that title.

She was taught magic, and how to forage in the woods, how to build sturdy wooden structures and how to make the most delicious stews. The girl had a good life, and the witch was pleased.

The girl grew into a woman, and learned more and more powerful magics, grew stronger from hauling wood and stones and animals to cook, grew smarter as the witch taught her more.

She learned to deal with the people in the villages nearby, learned how to brew remedies and medicines and how to treat illness and injury, and learned how to tell when someone was lying. 

Every time the pair went into town, the people would remark at just how similar Thyme was to her mother. 

(Thyme does not know who and what she is. She does not know that she was born a princess, that she was sold. She only knows that one night after her mother read her a story about princesses and dragons, her mother had asked her if she ever wanted to be a princess.)

((Thyme only knows that she very quickly answered no. She likes being a witch, thank you very much, she likes the power that comes with it and the way that she can look at things and know their true nature.))

The witch starts preparing the ritual early, starts collecting the necessities in the winter so they can be ready by the fall equinox. Her daughter helps, and does not ask what this is for, just knows that it is important.

The witch looks at Thyme, both their hands raised into the air over a complicated array of plants, tended carefully to grow into a circle, and says, sorry.

Thyme wakes up in a clearing she recognizes well. Her mother is not there. 

The house she had grown up in is a pile of logs on the ground, destroyed and broken and in disarray, and Thyme is afraid. She calls for her mother, once, twice, and then rolls up her sleeves and begins the trek towards town. 

Her home is not here, she has neither her bow nor her knife, and if she means to figure out what happened she needs supplies. People are always in need of a witch, she knows, and her mother taught her long ago the value of a silver tongue. 

Except.

She walks out of the woods, and the town is... different. Smaller. The mill she knew so fondly, that she used to climb in with the other children of the village, isn’t there. 

There’s no indication it was ever there, and all at once, Thyme realizes what the ritual was for. 

It was a time-spell, and now she is in the past. The house is in ruins because her mother has not repaired it yet, the mill is gone because it has not been built yet. 

She is here, because...

She does not know. 

And now, it is up to her to take care of herself.

She learns the date from the villagers, gets herself a room at the inn and a good hot meal in exchange for looking at the innkeeper’s son, who has been wracked with cough for weeks now, apparently. 

His face is one Thyme knows, one that in her days were covered in wrinkles and laugh-lines, and as she goes back out into the woods to collect the herbs she needs to cure the boy, she thinks.

The boy will take the inn over from his father, and he will always welcome Thyme’s mother in with open arms for saving him when he was a child. Either the story had been wrong, or Thyme has already broken things. 

Thyme does not know which one she fears more.

She waits in the village for a full turn of the moon for her mother to come. She knows that this is when she should have come in to town. She knows that she should show up here, any day. 

The boy’s cough gets better and when it’s gone completely Thyme buys herself a knife at the blacksmith’s and returns to the woods, to the clearing she calls home. Hands on her hips, she surveys the once-cottage, and makes a plan. 

The house takes a long time to build. She buys an axe, makes a bow, and sleeps under the stars while the house is very slowly built back up. Walls, roof, floors, and then a fireplace, big and wide enough to fit a cauldron, built from special bluestone she hauls from a nearby hill one lump at a time, all the better to brew inside. 

Mama, she thinks wryly, you better be grateful for this. 

She hunts for herself, mostly, snares rabbits and shoots down deer, strips them of their skin, treats it and leaves the fur out to dry. They’ll be good blankets, a good winter cloak, someday. She knows what plants she can eat, what plants will be good, and she survives. She builds. 

She does not tell the villagers her name, and they know her only as “the witch.” 

Thyme eventually stops waiting for her mother. She watches herself in the mirror, and aches at how much they look the same. How much she’s turning out like her mother. 

She helps the villagers, occasionally travels further to heal illnesses in other villages, but mostly stays to herself, in the woods, collecting books and herbs and the house grows more and more as she remembers it. Her hair, that used to be so dark, raven’s hair, her mother would say, braiding it back for her before she learned to do it herself, gets shot through with white and goes grey. 

There’s wrinkles on her face that didn’t used to be there. 

Thyme stops waiting, and becomes the witch of the these woods.

And then. 

The King and Queen of these lands show up at her door, and they are holding a baby girl. 

Please, they say, We need a son. Give us a son. 

And Thyme, who now has a scar on her cheek from a branch whipping at her too fast to avoid, who knows that her mother had had the same scar, looks at the baby, meets her eyes, and knows that they are her eyes. 

I’ll give you a son, Thyme tells them, as if through a trance, but the cost will be your daughter.

They agree, as she knew they would, and she makes a boy out of clay and wood and she remembers learning how to make constructs like these with her mother, she breaths life into it and sends it off with the King and Queen and she holds their baby in her arms. 

Black hair. Dark eyes. A quiet baby, who looks up at her with a solemness that Thyme’s not entirely sure babies are supposed to have. 

Hello, little one, Thyme says, holds out her finger for the baby to grasp, feels her voice crack down the centre like a burnt-out log when the infant holds her finger in her chubby little hand. 

She’s a princess. This baby is a princess, and this baby is her, and her mother has never existed. She knows all these things now, but the thing that she knows most strongly is that she will protect this child, and not only because this child is her. 

(It is alright to be selfish, Thyme, she remembers her mother telling her, it is alright to take things for yourself. You do not need to give yourself away, remember that.)

She has to build a crib and cradle for the baby, and until it’s finished, until she knows that the birchwood and blanket is as comfortable as it can be, she sleeps with the baby -- with Thyme, her name will be Thyme, and she smiles as she thinks it -- on her chest. 

She goes into the village, walking through the woods as baby Thyme looks at the trees and the plants with wide eyes, brings her to a farmer who has raised three girls, knocks at her door, and says, help me. 

The witch doesn’t know how to care for a child, and she is going to learn. She must learn. 

The farmer helps her gladly, something in her eyes that tells the witch that she misses having children, that however much she loves her girls, grown and adventurous, sun-browned and strong from working the fields with her mother, she misses caring for an infant. 

She learns how to make formula out of goat’s milk, how to burp the baby, how to change and wash her. She learns how to tell why the baby might be crying -- even though baby Thyme rarely cries, prefers to watch the world with her big, dark eyes -- and how to fix what might be wrong. 

She sits with the farmer as Thyme plays with a doll carved from a cow’s bone, and learns how to thresh wheat. 

The farmer never asks where the baby came from, but does remark how alike they look, that Thyme looks just like her mother, and the witch smiles at that. 

Thyme seems to grow quickly, learning to crawl, and then to toddle around while hanging off the furniture, and the witch cries at Thyme’s first, unsteady and unsupported steps, even as she builds high shelves into the rafters of her home so that Thyme won’t end up eating things she shouldn’t.

The witch takes Thyme into the village more and more, first in a bag tucked up close against her chest, and when Thyme grows more, holding her hand as she runs through the woods as fast as her little legs will carry her. Every time Thyme runs off to bring back a flower, the witch feels a surge of fondness she refuses to suppress. 

The mill is built, and the witch watches as Thyme runs off to play with the other village kids, brave and fearless and so, so curious. 

She teaches Thyme her first charm when the girl is eight, and Thyme takes to the craft like she takes to memorizing the names and uses of plants, like she takes to a bow and knife, like she takes to books, exactly as the witch knew she would. 

Sometimes, the witch hates the lie she’s made Thyme into. She agonizes over it, over she should tell the girl her true parentage, should spill this secret like a cut bag of wheat, but--

She does not want Thyme to know that she was traded away so easily. She does not want Thyme to know that to her birth parents, she was worthless. 

She asks, though. Asks, do you want to be like the girls in the books? a princess? and is warmed to the core when Thyme answers no. 

Yes, the witch had known what she had answered. Yes, the witch knows that Thyme loves her life, her studies, the woods, her home. 

(Yes, the witch knows that Thyme loves her mother, because the witch loved her mother. She knows this, and still, she asks.)

The witch teaches Thyme how to make constructs, how to animate them, is proud beyond words when on her fifth try, casting over a wood skeleton covered in clay, the shape of a rabbit, the thing shivers to life, and hops over to push it’s nose into Thyme’s outstreached hands, the girl beaming so brightly that the witch thinks the woods might be glowing with it. The rabbit-construct is lumpy, and uneven, it’s movements slow and unnatural, and she has not yet taught Thyme how to cast the illusion spell onto it that will make it look real, and alive, but Thyme looks so happy that the witch nearly, nearly, forgets her guilt at the purpose of this spell.

Thyme grows, first into a teen, skinny and narrow from how she had shot taller like a willow tree, bony and sharp and lean, and into a woman, growing broad from good food and hard work, takes to hiking into the woods for days at a time with only her knife and her bow and a pouch of herbs, returns home with wild hair the witch combs out for her as Thyme tells her of her adventures.

It matters not that the witch knows all of these stories, knows them because she lived them herself, when she was a girl. She listens to her daughter, dragging the comb through her tangled hair, asks about the falls she found, the cliffs, the animals, the herbs, makes sure that Thyme knows that she will be listened to, that she deserves to be listened to. She listens, because she knows that no matter how much Thyme loves going on these adventures, she also loves coming home, and sharing in these simple, cozy moments.

Winter comes. With the cold comes a grief, a guilt, that weighs heavy on the witch’s heart. She begins preparing for the ritual, for the time-spell that will send her daughter backwards and into loneliness and into the position to save herself from what her true parents would force her to become, backwards to learn the truth, backwards to become her.

She knows why she must do this. She has scryed on her construct, the prince, the soon-to-be-king, every moon since she sent him away and took herself in his place. She sees what he has grown into, she sees what the power has done to him, she sees and she knows that she and her daughter would have suffered greatly in that role. She sees him make hard choices.

She sees him go to war.

She sees the illusion she cast over branch and clay bleed. She sees him, bandages around his torso, arm hanging awkwardly by his side, leave the castle, and wade into the lake outside of it’s walls. She sees the clay in the lakebed melt towards him, heal the wounds, make him fit to wield a sword the very next day.

She does not want that. She does not want that for her daughter.

It is alright to be selfish, Thyme, she remembers her mother saying to her, remembers saying to her Thyme, bleeding for others is a gift. It is valued, but it is up to you to give it.

Spring comes. Reedy plants are tended into a circle. Summer comes. Fires are burned over the dirt, ash mixed with soil. Fall comes. The heart of a boar is buried under the circle, placed to rest with gentle words. The witch and her daughter, Thyme and Thyme, stand together, hands raised, looking at each other.

The witch whispers, I’m sorry.

And her daughter disappears.

#my writing #original writing #witches #fairy tale #HOLY SHIT I STARTED WRITING THIS A LONG-ASS TIME AGO #anyways. here's thyme.

[luminnara]

Obsession | Billy Loomis x reader

Billy x GN!Reader

Billy is obsessed with the reader and doesn’t know whether he wants to fuck you or kill you. Little does he know that there’s more to you than meets the eye...

aka Billy Loomis may have met his match lol

PART TWO!

Billy x reader, Stu x reader, and poly!ghostface x reader requests are now open!

Warnings: Stalking, obsessive behavior, mentions of sex/sexual implications, descriptions of violence 

Billy Loomis was obsessed with you.

He’d never admit it out loud, but he was. You were new in town, and the moment he laid eyes on you, he knew he had to have you. He wanted to know everything about you--where you lived, what you ate for dinner, what you wore to bed. There was something about you that fascinated him, and in his effort to understand what exactly it was, he found himself watching you whenever he could.

He watched you walk up to Woodsboro High every morning while he sat with his friends. He couldn’t bring himself to listen to Stu’s bad jokes or Randy’s stupid movie explanations. Fucking Randy...god, he wanted to kill him. 

Soon, he always told himself. Soon he’d get his chance to kill Randy and every other fucking idiot in Woodsboro. 

But would he get rid of you, too? He couldn’t decide. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to rearrange your guts figuratively or literally. 

You confused him. 

You made his chest tighten in a way he wasn’t used to. Sometimes, you even made him feel sick. He didn’t have a word for what you made him feel, and the longer he watched you, the worse it got. He would probably save himself a lot of trouble if he just killed you and got it over with, but it wasn’t in the plan, and he wasn’t sure that he wanted to lose his favorite entertainment. Watching your every move had become something of a one-sided game for him, something that he could focus on when he wasn’t scheming with Stu or stringing Sidney along. You never even did anything particularly remarkable, following a normal, boring schedule most days. 

So why couldn’t he look away?

Billy didn’t know, and it pissed him off. 

One of his favorite hobbies became sitting in the tree just outside your window. It was far enough away that he was safely hidden in the shadows, but close enough that he could see you sitting on your bed as you flipped through a magazine. You never even did anything exciting, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. He’d memorized your features ages ago. He knew exactly how often you tended to shift around. Hell, he could even time your breaths. 

He had a knife in his pocket. He could just kill you. Right then and there. You had no idea how close he was, completely unaware of the danger lurking right around the corner. 

He could enjoy it, too. He could take the time to appreciate your screams and those wet, unmistakable sounds of a knife plunging into your flesh. He could gut you like a fish, use you as practice for when his real killing started. 

But wouldn’t that be a waste of a perfectly good fuck? 

As he sat there, he wondered how your skin would feel as he ran his hands up your sides. He wondered what you would sound like underneath him. He wondered how long it would take to make you scream his name. 

Maybe he wanted both. Maybe he wanted to make you scream in both pain and pleasure. Maybe he wanted to smear your own blood across your lip as he fucked you.

 He didn’t get a chance to continue with his maybes because as his thoughts wandered, you stood and went to the open window. He perked up, his attention back on you, tracking your every move. He already knew what you would do, because you did the same thing every single night without fail; you were going to close the window, pull the blinds, and then get changed. He knew that last step because he could always see your silhouette, and it always made him want to break the window and join you. Then, after you treated him to a nice little show, you’d turn the lights off and go to bed, and he would eventually slink away home, or to Stu’s.

It was a simple routine. Just like your morning routine, and your school routine, and every other goddamn routine you had. You were so predictable. So normal. It almost made him angry. How could someone be so boring? He had never seen you break it. Not once. And it had been weeks since you moved into town. 

Billy watched as you reached to close the window. Yep. There it was, the same goddamn thing as every other night...he noticed that you were moving more slowly, though. Maybe taking your time to enjoy the nice weather? Or maybe he had been watching you too closely lately, if he could practically predict your heartbeats at this point. 

“You know, I really thought you’d be more interesting.”

Billy froze. 

“Guess I was wrong.”

You were staring right at him, and he was acting like a deer in headlights. 

“Oh, come on, Billy.” you smirked, leaning on the windowsill. “You didn’t think I didn’t notice, did you?”

“The hell are you talking about?” he hissed, not moving an inch. 

“You, duh. The way you’ve been watching me ever since I moved in?” you laughed. “I’ve been waiting for you to fucking do something. I don’t really like making the first move, you know. And it’s been so boring sticking to this stupid routine...”

He was gawking at you, his eyes wide in surprise. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know what to think.

“Anyways, I really should get to bed.” you shrugged. “Same time tomorrow night, I assume?”

Billy nodded in astonishment and you just smiled at him. Then, you closed the window like always and pulled the blinds down, and Billy was left wondering if he admired you, or hated you.

#scream #billy loomis x reader #ghostface x reader #scream x reader #slasher x reader

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Ban Coming In Your Bedroom For Cuddles

Ban X FemReader

Warnings: Suggestive themes and drunk Ban

The Boar Hat was hopping this evening, customers poured in one right after the other. And it seemed like when one left, three more came in to replace them. You huffed, trying to rush around to keep people happy. Ban was in the back in the kitchen humming a tune while he cooked. He was in too good a mood for how hectic the bar was. Every time you came back to the pick up counter he'd throw a wink your way before turning back to the food he was preparing. You flushed every time too. He knew what he was doing to you and you had half a mind to use him as a target for knife practice.

"Miss," a customer called from the nearest table taking your mind off the fox sin.

Now as Meliodas shooed the drunk patrons out at closing time, you sighed in relief melting into a bar stool.

"That was brutal," you whined wiping sweat from your brow.

Ban chuckled untying the apron around his waist before circling the counter. He slid a plate of food before you before he sat down on the stool beside you. He reached down searching for the booze bottles under the counter.

"Thanks for the food," you mumbled taking a bite. You couldn't help but sigh in contentment. Despite his looks Ban was an amazing cook. He laughed again seeing the joy in your face as the flavor danced across your tongue.

"Glad you're enjoying it," he cooed guzzling ale like his life depended on it.

"It's delicious but you ought to pace yourself there. You're drinking like you're a fish."

"It's fine," Ban waved a hand continuing to drink. He spilled more down his neck the ale trickling over his scar and the veins in his neck. "Enjoying the view?" His smirk pulled his lips up to reveal fangs and your cheeks to darken a deep red. Shoving the rest of your food in your face you gathered your dishes and jumped up.

"Thank you again! I'm going to take a bath and go to bed."

"Want some company," Ban hiccuped. "I can wash your back."

"No thank you," you snapped. "Good night!" Taking the stairs two at a time you slammed the wash room door. He was so handsome it infuriated you.

Sinking into the heated water you sighed letting all tension melt away. Tired achy muscles gave way and all stress went away. Until you started to think about Ban again, now the water was too warm. He had such a power over you and you were afraid he knew it. The universe was truly unfair to give such a man as him such devilishly good looks. Shaking those thoughts away your drenched locks spraying water droplets around, you gave up trying to relax. Drying off and changing into your pajamas you went to your room. Moonlight lit your path to the bed and despite your raging emotions you were completely exhausted. Despite how rough the job had been today you were thankful that you were so wore down, cause you fell asleep quickly.

You slept peacefully a dreamless sleep that nobody could imped on. That's when your bedroom door opened. Unfortunately you were in a deep sleep unable to hear the intruder step in and close the door. The bed sunk down by your side before your eyes finally flew open and all senses screamed. Arms wrapped around your waist keeping you from whirling around and attacking.

"Goodnight," Ban's familiar voice slurred pulling you closer into his muscled form.

"Ban," you squeaked trying to get away. "This isn't your room! Get out!"

"Don' wanna," he whined nibbling on your back.

"Ban!" You squirmed, elbowed, and tried shoving him off the bed. To no avail as he held on like a tick. All the fight finally left you as you realized that he wasn't letting go nor was he going to go away. While you liked Ban, you knew about his past and how traumatic it had been for him. And while he did enjoy drinking just to drink, you knew at times that he drank just to numb the pain away, when bad memories came back. Tonight was one he wanted to just forget as he whimpered in his sleep. Your heart broke despite still being embarrassed that you were sleeping together in your bed. Maneuvering with difficulty you came face to face with Ban. His forehead was scrunched up in fitful sleep. Your arms wrapped around his upper back bringing Ban closer before burying a hand in his thick locks. Ban mumbled in his sleep nuzzling deeper in your chest. Your cheeks heated up but you didn't let go.

"I'm sorry," you whispered. "I can't imagine how you feel and I will be here for you whenever you need someone."

"You promise," Ban asked his voice muffled but you could hear the smirk in his voice.

"You jerk! How long have you been awake?!"

"When you turned around," he answered. "Your chest is really soft (Y/N)."

"Shut up," you blushed trying to pull away. "Go to your own room ya drunk!"

"I'm gonna stay here," he stubbornly held on even when you tried pushing him away by his face. "I need you and you just promised me."

"I didn't mean it."

"Of course you didn't. Give up, I'm not leaving and I'm tired."

"Fine," you relented. "But only for tonight."

"Only for forever," Ban retorted and you sighed. Moments passed of silence before Ban noticed that your breathing had softened again. He was so thankful that he had you. You brought him a joy that he hadn't felt in awhile and now that he was here with you he didn't think he would be able to sleep alone again. Leaning in he kissed your forehead gently before laying back down. And though you would never admit it out loud that night you slept better that night with him than other night before then.

#Ban X Reader #Ban / Reader #Ban #Seven Deadly Sins #Ban Imagine #Seven Deadly Sins Imagine #Imagine #Not My Gif #My Writing

[itsmadamehydra]

Made the money

pairing: Fezco x fem!reader, Ash x reader (platonic)

summary: It was the carnival night and you had the greatest idea to make the agreed amount of money fast.

warnings: language, suggestive, mentions of violence, drugs and alcohol, intended sexual assault.

a/n: okay, so first fanfic published here...yaaay! And I'm terrible with warnings, trying to get better at that and englsih is NOT my fist language ;)

It was the night at the carnival and the small constructed family had a deadline to reach

Fezco had always been one to love to do the budgets and get excited to count it all at the end of the day. He wasn’t in love with money, but it somehow reminded him of his school days.

Y/n was his crazy girlfriend that always had some batshit crazy ideas on how to make the money or get to the said amount quicker and this night was no exception.

Ash had made his silent vow to always protect her and he supported her ideas…even if they weren't the most reasonable.

“Yo, this shit is about to get started,” said Fez before getting out of the truck, “We about to make some good money here.”

“We definitely are, these morons love getting high and drunk more than anything else.” y/n responded from the back, finishing to put on her attire.

“Exactly and yo! What the fuck are you wearing!?”

Ash turned his head as fast as he could searching for her. Y/n was smiling at her ginger’s words while tying her hair up into a high messy bun and laughing.

“What? I'm ‘bout to get your money with this! Don’t you think so, little guy?” said putting an arm around her Ash boy shoulder and kissing his head.

“You ain’t gonna be dressing like that tonight, ma.” Fezco’s tone was serious just as his face.

“What? Now you trying to control what I wear or what?” she barked with the only intention of teasing him.

Fezco inhaled and exhaled trying to put his thoughts and words in order, “You know I ain’t like that, ma. You know more than anyone I love how you dress and show your body and shit but we are gonna have some weirdos out tonight and I don't want anything happening to you, baby.”

Y/n couldn’t help but feel her heart warm at his words, she loved that guy so much. She let go of Ash before taking half of her body out the window and taking Fez by the neck into a kiss.

“Fucking love you, know that?”

“Damn right I do, ma.” he said before taking you again into another more heavier and passionate kiss.

“Yeah, yeah, we understand. We all understand!” said Ash interrupting their moment, “I swear to god if y’all keep kissing like that ama vomit.” he faked gagging before heading to the back.

You two couldn’t help but laugh together with your lips still closed. Y/n couldn't help but to look at her man with pure adoration when he put his tongue in between his teeths and stole a few more quick kisses from him.

“Hey, listen to me, okay?” he said, grabbing her face in between his hands and caressing her cheekbones, “I know you and your crazy brain but please wear a shirt or something. I got a few at the back, grab one of those.”

“But I don't need them!” she scoffed, “I’m perfectly fine like this.”

“You are, you are but…you know, ma. Something could happen.”

“It's not like am naked, it's just a top and shorts.”

“Yeah, a top that belongs to the bikini you bought not too long ago.”

“Hey—”

“Yo! You two stop fuckin’ arguing and start moving, we have money to make.” Ash muttered tired of listening to the both of them.

“You heard him.”

“Yeah…i did,” fezco exhaled and kissed her one last time before murmuring, “Just put the fuckin’ shirt on, ma. I love you.”

“Love you too…jerk.” Y/n said, murmuring the last part when he was far enough and making Ash laugh.

“You crazy, y/n.”

“C’mon…I ain’t Cassie at least.”

The night went on and yes, Y/n had put the shirt on only after one old white male asked to see and touch her breasts.

Ash of course took care of it by taking out a knife and trying to slaughter his throat before being contained by Y/n arms and kisses on his head.

The night was almost ending and Y/n was dancing at the rhythm of the music, swaying her hips and singing along. The amount of customers had lowered and everything was moving slower.

“Y/n, i don’t know if you’ve noticed but we haven't even gotten to the amount of money accorded and you are back there dancing as if you were in a strip club or some shit.”

“Hey! Don't say that…I wanted to be a stripper once, you know?”

“For real?”

“Yeah! Even had some pole dancing classes…” she stopped the music and went to sit beside him, “I know a real quick and very effective way of getting to the amount fast.”

“Oh, hell nah! Fez gonna be mad.”

“Who cares?” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “You know what? Fuck it, ama get that money.”

Ash tried to talk her out of it but it was too late. Y/n had already taken his brother’s shirt off and brought her short shorts higher exposing more of her buttcheeks.

People seemed to like that, maybe a little too much.

In a matter of seconds the front part of the truck was filled with teenagers, adults and more trying to buy, and y/n was more than pleased to assist them with a fake innocent smile and laugh.

Just a few minutes later, they had recollected way much more than the accorded.

“That’s the last thousand, baby?” she asked, looking over Ash’s shoulder.

“We did like 5k more than the agreed,” Ash muttered, looking amazed at her, “Your plan actually did work, sis.”

“I know, am fuckin’ a g.”

“Who’s the genius and why are you like that?” said fezco, interrupting them and leaving the box with from the other gaming stall they had.

“Before you say anything, just know that your girl’s plan and attire got us around 5k more than we expected…and in just an hour.”

"I made the money, babe."

“Fuck, for real!?” Fez walked over to her and hugged her hard, lifting her toes from the floor, “We definitely ‘bout to have a good night after this.”

“Mmm, yeah? Cuz mama needs to be taken care of, I'm exhausted.” she said, lowering her hand until his waistband and playing with it.

“Oh, really? I got a few ideas you might like.” he muttered, pressing her body onto his and grabbing her exposed buttcheeks with his two hands and squishing.

“Could you like stop talking about having sex later tonight infront of me?”

So, yeah. Y/n had some really crazy ideas but they always worked…at least most of the time.

#fezco x reader #fezco #euphoria #fezco fanfic #ashtray #fez x reader #fezco euphoria #fezco imagine #fezco x y/n #angus cloud

[fezcosbluntroller]

Go to - Platonic ash x reader

Major Season 2 Episode 8 spoilers!! Please do not read if you haven't watched it

Summary: The night of Lexi's play, After a fight between you and Fezco you hadn't seen or spoke to him in almost two months, unknown to you (because you attended the play) during the raid instead of Ash not doing what Fez says he runs to your place, what can he say you're both of their go to

warnings: Mentions of murder, fluff, you taking care of ashtray

"You sat in the theater, watching in awe as you watched your best friend finally accomplish she's always wanted, unknown that you wouldn't be able to apologize to your ex boyfriend and try to fix things for another five years.

Faye could hear the drill whirring on the outside of the door, Fez glanced at the door before kissing Ashtray's head "Just go! Go Ash go and I'll fuckin call you when I got shit figured out" Fez mumbled to him wiping his face clean of tears, Custard's dead body sitting on the couch, Ash knew he fucked up this time, it wasn't like mouse, this wasn'y a simple hide the body and forget about it, somebody was going down, and Ash knew he had to be the one who took the fall.

"Ash! Go! We both can't fuckin go down for this! Fuckin go! f-..find Y/n! She'll make sure you're fuckin good!" He whisper yelled so the swat wouldn't hear where one of their suspects were going. Ash stared at his brother, glaring before running out through the back door dodging the police, his lungs burnt with how fast he was running, tears streamed down his face as he heard swat screaming along with his brother. He held back a sob bursting through your basement door, the door you left unlocked incase Fez or Ash needed a place to go while you were gone.

When you arrived home it was late, Rue saying her goodbyes from the sidewalk, Ashtray was hiding, incase swat just tried to come by and search, Your footsteps echoed through the dark empty house, but you could feel it, somebody was here, watching you. "Hello?.." You called before smacking your forehead "This is how basic bitches die in movies, alright who the fuck is in my damn house?!" You yelled hearing your basement door open, turning around quickly you aimmed your knife at the door seeing Ashtray, bloody nose, and dried tears, something happened. You rushed over dropping the knife to the ground, cupping Ashtray's cheek looking over him for any other injuries. "Ash, what happened are you okay?..Where's fez?..Ash fucking talk to me" You snapped, you didn't mean to get rude, but his silence and blank stares scared you. "Custard.." Ash mumbled "Fuckin rat...I..I killed him?...a-and we got raided.." After those words you tuned out Ash, piecing together what was happening, if Ash was at your house it only meant one thing, Fez was gone.

Once Ashtray noticed your glossy eyes he stopped talking and hugged you "Tell me he's gonna be okay, Ash....please?.." You whispered trying to keep your voice strong, you needed to be the one reassuring Ash, not the other way around "He'll be okay...He's a fuckin g, y/n/n..Ain't nothing gonna take him down..he said he'd call you once he got settled wherever he was going." Ash said loud enough for you to hear. It felt like you stood there hugging ash for hours, in reality it was only about 45 minutes, but you both needed it, Fez was a huge person in both of your lives.

Whenever you two finally did leave the hug Ash went to the kitchen with you, watching you start to cook dinner for him "So...You're not mad..? i-it was my fault Fez went down" He said, his voice barely above a whisper but you could still hear the shakiness of it "No..I don't think it's your fault...You did what you thought was right, Ash...You were protecting your brother..and he was protecting you" You said sternly starting to make pasta for him, he stayed quiet playing with the placemats that were on your kitchen island. You finished the pasta rather quickly, faster than normal, but it still tasted amazing, you and Ash sat in your living room watching old movies that you had. You didn't realize how late you had stayed up until Ash's alarm startled you and made you take in that the sun was rising.

"Ash...You've got school bubs.." You whispered rubbing his back, him using your side and arm as a pillow "Fuck school" You heard him mumble into the throw blanket you had thrown over him earlier. "Nah uh, At least go half day?" You whispered to him watching him sit up "Then I will pick you up and...buy you more smoke if you want?" You bribed raising your eyebrows at him "Fine...be there at 12.." He grumbled standing up to stretch "You have extra clothes upstairs" You smiled at him, there was both fez's clothes and Ash's clothes upstairs, you all three agreed if there was an emergency they'd come over to your house, even after you and Fez split he still knew your house was welcome to him and his younger brother. You got up making Ash breakfast in the mean time while he got ready for school.

Setting the cereal and toast down at the table you grabbed your phone glancing at it, still no call from Fez.

"Shit you didn't have to make me food, y/n" Ash's voice broke you out of your trance, how long were you staring at your phone? "Of course I did, Ash...Just cause...your brother and I aren't on good terms doesn't mean I love you any different, you're like my little baby" You smiled as Ash grimaced, he ate while you were quick to get ready, planning on going up to the police station to see if Fez made bond and how much it'd even be. "You ready ash!?" You yelled from your front door, hearing soft footsteps coming closer to you, Ashtray walking past and out to your car.

The drive was quiet, a comfortable quiet, until you pulled up to the school "You gonna come get me if Fez calls right?..Or fuckin...add me to the call or some shit" Ash asked looking at you, if it wasn't so obvious you wouldn't be able to see the scared little boy Ash truly was, just wanting his big brother back. "of course ash..Same goes for you..we're in this together" You said raising your fist letting his fist bump you before he opened the door "Hey. I love you Ash, call me if you need or want anything" You said giving him a soft smile, you had to remind yourself constantly, despite how he acted Ash was just a kid, not even old enough to legally work or drive yet. "I will." He said shutting the door looking at you for a moment before walking away, giving you a soft wave goodbye "Ash! I said i loved you!" You whined looking at him, there was no way in hell you were gonna let him think he can act like a tough guy with no feelings. "I love you too mom!" He yelled sarcastically, but the smile on his face when he turned around and flipped you off showed he meant it, you weren't gonna lie though, being called mom made your heart flip. Now that you were done taking care of Ash for a moment it was now time to take care of Fez and bring him home.

-

soooo? Part two of when you reconnect with Fez or leave this here?

#fezco euphoria #fezco x reader #fez x reader #ashtray euphoria #euphoria #euphoria fez #platonic ashtray x reader

[sofiakistein]

let's have some fun - barbatos

↳ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: barbatos x fem bodied! reader

↳ ⚠️𝖙𝖜: MONSTER-FUCKING, non-con, Barbatos' demon form, penetration. All characters are 18+ here.

↳ 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1.2k

↳𝖆/𝖓: ok, so I recently noticed that Barbatos' tail has two ends and I definitely have to write it, also, if you want me to write more about the characters' demon forms then do it bc I'm down bad lol. If something is not tagged then lmk bc I'm too lazy to go over it again

prompts

Back in the human world, you were not the worst student of them all, your grades were not that bad, and overall, you would describe yourself as a good student: although, in the Devildom, things had changed.

For some reason, your grades were worst than Mammon's, and that was something you were not proud of; you knew you needed to do something to turn the table in your favor once again. That's why you thought it was a good idea to ask Barbatos for some help since you were aware of his infinite knowledge. He accepted kindly as ever, wanting to help you- little you knew his true intentions.

Ever since you first stepped into the Devildom, Barbatos caught an eye on you. The thing is that the butler always felt like he couldn't have the chance to enjoy something for himself as he always served Diavolo- until he met you.

Barbatos thought that you were different from all the humans he had met and that he could have fun with you. That's why he immediately accepted when you went over to talk with him.

Everything was going out as normal as usual. You were concentrated on your lectures while Barbatos supervised you until you felt something cold moving over your back; at first, you thought it was a rat since the library was quite old and Satan has told you those animals used to eat the corners of some books, but you were surprised when you realized it was not an animal- rather a demon.

Barbatos' demon form was at its finest, the dim light of the place making him look more terrific than he is. The thin horns on his head look as sharp as a knife, and the thing crawling on your back was his tail, which until now you realized has two ends, and one of them was going around your neck.

You were scared, because even if daily Barbatos was a kind and sweet man, right now, he looked nothing like that. Suddenly, everything around you became blurry, maybe it was the fear inside you, or perhaps the tea Barbatos gave you earlier had a curse on it, and you didn't notice.

And when you were completely asleep, he took you to his bedroom inside the Demons' Lord Castle. He put you carefully in his bed and waited a couple of minutes to start with the real fun; he dedicated that time to admire your body, the dress you were wearing that day was slowly going up on your thighs, leaving your skin exposed.

With his tail, he began to go down across your legs feeling the warmth of your skin with it. One of its ends kept going around your skin as the other was slowly going up on your body, touching your tummy, chest, and clavicles over the dress you were wearing. The sensation was different but not bad- it was better than he had expected.

The parts of your body that he could have been touching with his hands were now under the touch of his tail, and that was the cherry on top. Smoothly, he took off his white gloves and leaned over you on his bed, you were still asleep since the curse was still in place; with such cuteness, he grazed your lips with his index and middle finger, and the touch made you gasp lightly.

If that was how you reacted when he touched your lips, how was it if he touched other parts?

While his tail was still caressing your legs and upper body, he decided it was time to take a step further; that's why he moved his tail to your hips, and with his bare hands, he opened your legs to expose the cute pink underwear that you were wearing that day.

Humans really are incredible.

Barbatos knew it was wrong, but he didn't care because he sure was enjoying himself. Carefully, his tail made its way to your clothed cunt, touching it and feeling how slowly it was starting to get wet with every move he made on your body; you let go a soft moan when he touched your clit over your panties.

Barbatos wanted to keep hearing those sounds.

He placed his hands behind his back as always, and let his tail do the dirty job. He kept rubbing your clit over your underwear until he saw how your arousal was starting to stain the fabric. Perfect.

He made your panties to the side, and Barbatos swore he cummed to the view of your wet pussy; he lifted his head to look at your face, and he thought that you couldn't be prettier biting your lower lip and fisting his sheets, the same you were dripping on.

One end of his tail started stimulating your clit again, making you go back to moaning softly while the other found your entrance and teased it for a little bit. Barbatos wasn't sure if it was safe to fuck you with his tail, but he still was doing it anyways now that he had the chance.

Making sure to not hurt you, Barbatos put his tail inside you, and a loud, high-pitched moan escaped your lips. You felt tight, warm, and wet, and he sure loved the way you were coating his tail with your juices; he couldn't wait for the day to fuck you with his dick instead.

He never stopped rubbing your clit, and he even found the perfect stop to press and make you moan the loudest. If you could only see yourself being fuck by Barbatos' tail... your body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, your legs were shaking, and your knuckles were white with how hard you were fisting his sheets. You were breathing wild, and Barbatos was not going to give you time to catch your breath until you cum.

And you did. Your back arched in pleasure, and your legs stopped responding for a second while Barbatos admired and felt how good your pussy was clenching around his tail. Slowly, he made his way out of you and waited for you to recover from that experience.

Both the ends of his tail were coated with your arousal, and he didn't think twice before taking them to his mouth and licking them clean; your taste was as sweets as his signature cake, and maybe it was his new favorite ingredient.

Once Barbatos was sure that you were okay, he lifted you from his bed and took you again to the library, where he sat you on the chair you were in and accommodated your body to make it seem that you fell asleep on the table, then he sat next to you and lifted the curse.

You woke up confused, you felt sticky and strangely tired. The last thing you remembered was Barbatos in his demon form, with his tail crawling up over your back.

"MC, you're finally awake!" Barbatos spoke with joy. He had a cup of tea in his hand.

"Did I- Did I fall asleep?" you asked, still confused. You accommodated o the chair, yawned, and stretched your arms, then you noticed that your legs were weak. "For how long?"

"Oh, just a couple of minutes," he answered as if nothing had happened recently. "Do you want some tea?"

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[animeomegas]

Kinktober - Day 19

[Aizawa (BNHA) + Excessive amounts of cum]

Summary: How were you supposed to know that the woman you saved would panic and accidentally use her sex quirk on you? IT was probably for the best that you just went home and slept the quirk off, but Aizawa wants to check for hidden dangers first. Alpha!Dom!GN!Reader

Warnings: Mention of mugging

Shouta’s eyes couldn’t stop drifting towards his mobile phone that was laying silently on his desk, not matter how much he tried to focus on his class.

You’d sent him a message a couple of hours ago:

“Got hit with a quirk during patrol ☹ I’ll be fine, hopefully home soon. Don’t worry about me and finished classes :D”

Shouta was nervously anticipating the end of the day so he could go and check up on you. Surely you couldn’t be that injured if they were letting you go home so soon… What sort of quirk had you been hit with? Shouta had tried to ring you for more information, but all of his attempts had heeded no response. You probably turned it off while the doctors were treating you.

There was only five minutes left until the end of the school day. Shouta clenched and unclenched his fists under his desk. Shouta had already called in about taking the night off from patrol so he’d be able to run home the second this class ended, and if you weren’t there, he was going to run to the hospital to find out what had happened to his mate.

…

Shouta opened the front door with a little more force than necessary, eyes immediately focusing on the pair of your shoes that was laying innocently by the welcome mat. You were home. Some of the tension drained from his shoulders.

At least he knew you weren’t dead.

He walked briskly into the living room and there you were, sitting on the sofa, fiddling with your phone. You glanced up as he walked in.

“Shouta!” you exclaimed. “I was just about to message you, I-“

“What happened?” he demanded, immediately grabbing you by the shoulders and scanning you to search for any injuries.

“It was nothing,” you tried to reassure him, but the way you didn’t quite meet his eyes led him to believe it wasn’t as ‘nothing’ as you were claiming. Seeing his eyebrow raise you continued. “It was nothing! It was just a mugging between civilians but there was this one woman who startled when I dragged her out of the way of a knife and her quirk activated on me, that’s all.”

“What quirk?” Shouta asked, voice firm. Why were you talking around it? He was fed up with waiting. He needed to know you were okay.

Your face went bright red… What?

“Itwasase….q..r.k…” you mumbled, still not looking at him in the eye.

“A what?”

“…”

“…”

“A… sex quirk.”

Shouta blinked at you as his brain scrambled to catch up with what you just said. You were pointedly staring at the floor.

What the fuck?

...

The awkward silence was somehow worse now that you’d both sat down together, two cups of tea resting on the coffee table.

“So, you’re saying that this woman hit you with her quirk accidentally,” Shouta started, pinching the bridge of his nose. “And now you… release at least ten times as much semen as normal when ejaculating for the next 18 hours.”

You balked and choked on your tea at his blunt wording.

“Don’t just say it like that,” you whined, burying your face in your hands. “How can you keep a straight face? There were police officers who explained how the quirk worked to me, and I’ll never be able to look any of them in the eyes again!”

Shouta barely stopped himself from rolling his eyes. Sometimes, you had far too much in common with his students for his liking. You were both in your 30s for goodness’ sake.

“It doesn’t sound dangerous, but have you attempted to ejaculate yet?” Shouta asked. Once he knew for sure that there was nothing dangerous going on he’d be able to relax properly, peacefully waiting out the next eighteen hours, hopefully with a nap or two if he was lucky.

But you didn’t seem to find his question as simple as he’d hoped, sputtering like Shouta had just suggested sticking one of his jelly pouches up your arse. Shouta just looked at your flailing in silence. He wasn’t in the mood to be embarrassed: he’d been stressed all day about you being attacked and injured. The relief that you were okay was enough to kill any other emotion for him.

“No! I didn’t- I haven’t- Shoutaaaa,”you whined again. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“You probably should cum once, so we know what’s going on,” he deadpanned. “If you needed help, you should have just asked me.”

You made a noise like a suffocating whale. This time Shouta actually did roll his eyes.

He was going to have to take this into his own hands so he could finally relax and maybe enjoy this rare night off. He wanted a nap.

…

‘Fuck’ was the only word flowing through your mind right now. You felt like your heart was going to beat a bruise on your chest.

Shouta, your beautiful mate, had taken the matters of double checking this mysterious quirk into his own hands. He was now kneeling on the carpet in front of you, looking a little out of place in his work clothes, methodically opening up your shorts and pulling out your cock for what was probably going to be an equally methodical handjob.

How was he able to do this with such a straight face? How could he kneel down like that in front of you with the same demeanour he used when bandaging small injuries after patrol? Did he really see this as a medical procedure or something?

Medical procedure was definitely not what was running through your mind.

Your thoughts were dragged back to earth when Shouta wrapped his large hand around your cock, drawing circles around the head of your cock a couple of times before starting to stroke up and down.

“Fuck,” you ground out between clenched teeth. It felt deliriously good. As far as you knew, the quirk didn’t make you any easier to arouse, but the long period of celibacy caused by yours and Shouta’s busy lives and unfortunately timed injuries certainly did. You were rock hard after about thirty seconds of attention from your mate. You might have been embarrassed if it didn’t feel so perfect.

You were distantly aware that your scent was getting a little uncontrollable, but you didn’t care because at that moment, Shouta leant forward to put his mouth on the tip of your cock. He was probably only doing it because you didn’t have any lube to use, but you still couldn’t stop yourself from reacting like it was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to you.

“Hnng, oh, that feels so good Shouta,” your hand buried itself in Shouta’s hair without your conscious permission, running the soft, black strands through your fingers. “You’re so good at this.”

It was easy to forget why you were doing this, to just pretend that you and Shouta had finally managed to get a night together without a quirk incident as a catalyst.

Suddenly everything felt weird.

Hot, very hot, like all the skin in your stomach and crotch was bubbling lava all of a sudden.

You were going to cum.

“Shouta, I’m-“

Too late.

You came fast and hard, the first shot going straight down Shouta’s throat because he was still sucking on the head of your cock. You saw his eyes widen as he pulled back quickly and started to choke. You had just enough time to see Shouta spit out some cum, (more than you’d normally have for your entire load), before you shot for a second time, this time on Shouta’s face as he still choked and coughed.

You couldn’t stop. In only three shots you had completely covered Shouta’s face. Strands of his hair were sticking to the mess, at least, the parts of his hair that weren’t already covered in their own right.

You’d never had an orgasm so long and intense. You’re stomach muscles were starting to hurt but there still didn’t seem to be an end in sight. Shouta was obviously in shock because he remained where he had been chocking, stock still and absolutely dripping with your cum, lots of which was now pooling on his lap.

Finally, with one final, smaller burst, your orgasm petered off, leaving you panting like you’d just run a marathon and Shouta… Holy shit.

Shouta looked like something out of a bizarre pornography, some sort of hentai gone wrong or maybe the biggest bukkake session ever recorded. His hands were hovering in the air like he wasn’t sure what to do.

Your mate was drenched in your cum and drenched in your scent. You’d marked him more thoroughly than anyone else ever could. That thought made you throb and harden again immediately, even though it’d only been a few seconds since your first orgasm.

Shouta was yours, and like this, no one could ever argue or question that.

Shouta tried to open his mouth, presumably to say something but he immediately sputtered as the thick layer of cum started to leak into his mouth.

His renewed choking knocked you out of your stupor.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I’ll get you some tissues,” you panicked, scrambling up and to the kitchen to grab some kitchen roll. “Just, sit still, I’ll wipe it off.”

You wiped the cum from his eyes first, and as they were cleaned, they tentatively blinked open. Next, you wiped his mouth and cleaned up his hair as best as you could, although it remained matted in most places. You violently supressed how aroused this was making you.

“I’m sorry,” you apologised meekly, hoping he wasn’t mad at you. “I didn’t realise it would happen so quickly, I didn’t get a chance to warn you…”

Shouta sighed, gingerly rising off the floor. You were definitely going to have to pay to get the carpet cleaned… Actually, that might be the world’s most awkward phone call … Best just to replace the whole thing.  

“I suppose we now know it isn’t dangerous. …I’m going to shower.”

You looked down at your own crotch that was also soaked in cum and agreed.

“Me too, let’s go.”

And if your shower turned into a ‘can I make Shouta’s tummy bulge with this quirk’ themed experiment, well, that was between the two of you.

#kinktober #a/b/o #omegaverse #aizawa #shouta aizawa #sub aizawa #omega aizawa #alpha reader #dom reader #alpha!reader #hcs #headcanons #bnha #mha #aizawa x reader #omega!aizawa

[prurjent]

Yandere Armin

Contains~ Stockholm syndrome, manipulating, gaslighting, fem receivingc male receiving. Slight praising. Kitchen sex.

In honor of my summer break starting}

Backstory ~ y/n was kidnapped by her neighbor Armin Arlert, who developed a crush on her. Due to y/n not noticing Armins feelings, he decided to take away everything she loved till she felt the same.

Over the 4 months y/n was held captive by Armin, he would slowly tease her, but he would not rape her he had morals (ironic) so therefore he gave her sympathy till she fell in love and begged for him.

➳ begin

You sat on the queen size bed in your room staring out the window, looking out onto the ranch. From here you can see the whole farm and all the animals. As you stare out the window you could see Armin in the chicken coop running from the chickens as he had a basket in his hand.

You let out a small laugh to which you slightly regret. It’s been 4 months since armins taken you and he hasn’t even touched you. You gave up on escaping, they all resulted in you begging for Armin to help you.

You were confused it was like he wasn’t stopping you to leave. Every time you got hurt trying to escape you’d cry out and armin would patch you up and cater to you. Even though he kidnapped you it doesn’t even seem as tho, he brings you home cooked meals and gets stuff from the store in the next town for you.

You couldn’t help but start to fall for him, along with him being extremely attractive and good with his words. You picked up your book, it a basically a more complex version to the Disney movie, ‘beauty and the beast’. It was your favorite princess movie.

“You hungry? I made dinner , and I’ll be doing the laundry.” He said before his footsteps faded. You got up and showered before taking your book and going downstairs to see Armin at the table eating his food quietly. You sat at the table and ate while reading. In the book you notice the similarities between the beast and armin both caring people in they own twisted ways.

“Armin” you spoke looking at your half eaten plate, when you heard him hum you continued. “How, come you are being so nice to me?”

Armin raised and eyebrow, “why? Do you want me to be mean to you?”

“No. It’s just that you’re keeping me here-”

Armin leaned forward and wiped his mouth. “I’m not keeping you here.”

“Yes you are”

“No. I’m not” Armin raised his voice a bit. “You can leave whenever you want. I won’t stop you.” He said his blue eyes getting dark. “But it always ends with you crawling back to me and I care for you because I love you.”

“You love me?”

“Yes I love you. Why do you think I brought you here? I brought you here to protect you from the dangers of the world, y/n. There were bad people out there planning to hurt you. If you think about it I saved you.”

You looked up into armins eyes to see he was being sincere. “You were. I’m sorry, For being rude” you spoke.

Armin sighed. “It’s fine just go to your room while I clean up.” He began to get up.

“No let me wash the dishes.” You got up and grabbed his plate. Armin just watched you but didn’t complain as he went upstairs to shower. “Stupid.” You mentally cursed at yourself.

You’re heart was telling you that he was being honest, while your head was telling you he is lying. But when you think more into, Armin was always there when you need him before. When you got fired from your job, and helped you pay your bills and get you a new job. He was there when your fiancé left you for someone new.

He was always there

Without noticing, Armin came back downstairs and placed his hands over yours to stop you from almost cutting yourself while cleaning the knife. “Are you okay?” He asked.

“Yea, I’m fine.” You felt your heart racing, as you looked up to see him with a white towel around his waist water dripping from his hair, and a blonde happy trail. “Uh, Armin.”

Armin cut you off by grabbing your chin and lifting it up, your eyes met and you basically melted looking into his arms. ‘𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢’ those words repeated in your head.

Without hesitate you leaned up and placed your lips onto his, shockinghim slightly before he gripped your waist. You weren’t sure about your feelings yet but you knew one thing. You felt a desire for Armin.

~~~~~~~

“Shit.” Armin moaned out softly as he gripped the counter behind him, his knuckles turning red. His plump bottom lip was enclosed between his teeth as he had his other hand over his eyes, with his head thrown back facing the roof. “Y/n”

You pulled away from armin’s his length twitching in your hand as you palmed him, jerking him. You kneeled forward placing a kiss on his v-line, causing a shiver to run up his back. His hand that was over his face fell down and gripped your hair, shoving his cock back in your mouth. He pushed your head onto him till your nose made contact with his abdomen and you were gagging, tears ran down your face, as you used your free hand to massage his balls.

Armin pulled you off as he looked down and licked his lips at the sight of your saliva connecting from your lips to his tip. Some of your saliva was dripping down the sides of your lips onto your plump breast. “You look so beautiful.” He spoke lifting you up and placing a hand on your cheek and pulling you into a kiss.

Armin lifted you up by the back of your legs setting you on the counter and his hands went under your sundress. “Armin..” you moaned into the kiss

“You know I would never hurt you right?” He spoke as he pulled from kiss looking at you, you nodded and he flashed a pearly white smiled before he leaned down and kissed your neck.

You felt tingles in your stomach, as your body temperature was rising. Armins slender fingers pulled your panties to the side before gliding up your wet clit. You moaned out, your hand flying up and gripped his shoulder. It’s been so long since you’ve lasted been touched.

His long finger slid into you with ease as you buried your face into his shoulder. Your other hand holding you steady on the counter. “Will you let me?”

“What?” You breathed out heavy as he pulled his fingers from your entrance causing you to whine only for him to stick his fingers into your mouth.

“Will you let me, please you.” He asked politely, you nodded as you continued to suck on his fingers, your tongue swirling around, collecting your juices that was lavished on his fingers before he pulled his hand from you and got on his knees.

Armin lifted your right leg up and kissed along your thigh, teasing you. “Armin.” You whined out, wanting more, he smirked at how impatient you were being and flipped your dress up. He blew on your clit causing you to moan before he glided his tongue along your entrance.

Your free hand gripped his hair as he handed his finger into you. Your nails digging in his scalp. Y you felt his fingers pump in and out of you along with his tongue. Armin felt your walls closing down on his fingers. He knew you’d be sensitive since it’s been a while since you had any pleasure. Before you could cum he pulled away.

“Will you leave me, y/n?” He asked in the most innocent voice he could muster. “If you leave, I’ll be alone, and sad, heartbroken.” He whispered placing kisses on your entrance after every word. “Do you want me to be alone?”

You looked at his doe liked blue eyes along with his wet pouty pink lips. You bit your lip as you shook your head no. “Good” he stood up still pumping his fingers in and out of you. He gripped your throat with his free hand, pulling you into a kiss “cum y/n” he ordered squeezing your neck.

As on command your toes curled and your back arched with your legs shaking. As you came on his fingers, “good girl.” He kissed your forehead.

❅part two

#Yandere Armin #anime smut #aot armin #Armin smut #kitchen smut #armin x y/n

[skjeinon]

the all star break

andrei svechnikov x reader x brady skjei

warnings: smut. just smut, no plot. 3some. rewrite from my ao3. dirty smut? unprotected sex, and slight breeding themes, nothing graphic.

word count: 3400 (ish)

summary: brady comes over after leaving something during team board game night… you know the deal.

The week had come in february, all star week. the beloved week where me and andrei could finally relax for once, laying in each other’s presence with no words and just lazy cuddles and binge watching TV between icy practices in the morning.

it was midway in the afternoon, edging on 2 when andrei and i laid together on the couch, my body nestled underneath his own. distant noise filled the room, a somber playlist playing over the surround sound of the living room. both of us had been staring holes into our phones as we laid together, our breath synced. silence laid between us like a hazy fog before he broke it, his thick accent sharp like a knife.

“skjeisys coming over, if that’s okay. he left some stuff here the other night during our game night.” andrei looked down at me, noticing my head pushed back so my eyes could meet his.

“okay, that’s alright” a smile formed on my face, leaning up to place a kiss on his lips. his lips met mine, he seemed hungry and needy as he met me in the kiss. his hand came up underneath my chin, his hand slowly wrapping around my neck, gently squeezing before his fingers lingered along my soft skin.

“andrei…” i whispered under my breath as he kept a lose touch on my neck. our bodies shifted, his legs untangling from mine as i sat up between our bodies, then placing myself in his lap. my hands around his neck as he placed his palm against the back of mine, holding my steady. our kiss continued, even deepening.

“baby..” he mumbled, i ignored the slight protest from him as i pressed my tongue against his. i could feel him against the skimpy shorts i tramped around the apartment in, trying not to make a noise when he’d shift, pressing himself into me. my hands played with the soft hair that fell around his face on a day without work.

“he’ll be here soon…” he mumbled, moving his face down into the crook of my neck, pressing gentle kisses to my skin before finding my pulse.

“you’re the one who’s… fuck.. still going!” i mumbled sweetly as he sucked the soft spot in my neck. he continued as his phone buzzed. i grabbed it to see brady had texted him again

“he’s a few minutes away..” i spoke gently, between soft gasps. “we have time.” Andrei continued to bite down my neck, gently pulling my shirt up and over my head.

i didn’t protest, i couldn’t, it felt so good. he hadn’t been like this in weeks. reaching behind my back, he unclipped my bra before removing it and moving down to bite down on my nipple. it was fast and unexpected, causing me to let out a gasp before my fingers tightened in his hair, his golden locks curling around my fingers.

“andrei.. please” soft whimpering and little whines, grinding against him, he placed his hands against my hips, holding me still against his hips, as he kept biting down my body. quickly time slipped away before there was a knock at the apartment door.

“fuck-“ i spoke as andrei looked up, pulling away from my chest. andrei got up, grabbing a blanket so i could cover myself while he went to get the door. i covered myself quickly while my shirt and bra were scattered on the floor.

“hey.” brady smiled. svech let him in and brought him to the kitchen. over the island i was on the couch, covering my upper half. the two chatted, looking over at me. they had continued to do what brady had shown up to do and brady got his stuff back before they stood in the kitchen talking. brady finally looked at me and i hadn’t been paying attention to the conversation so i gave him an innocent smile, and i took my arm out from behind the blankets to give him a short wave.

they had sat there and talked for a good few minutes, both glancing over at me as i had sat in silence, looking at my phone again with bare shoulders out of the sheets.

“we could always use help..” andrei mumbled, that you caught.

“oh really?” brady’s hand made it through his growing hair, the grey strands having had fallen over his eyes.

———————

Brady’s chest rose and fell with each breath as my back pressed against his broad chest. i inhaled sharply as his hand engulfed mine, andrei moving down between my legs while i sat in brady’s lap. andrei was using brady to keep my legs separated so he could eat me out without me closing my thighs around his face.

andrei moved down between my legs, slowly pulling the shorts from my body before he took a glance at my panties. he mumbled something under his breath before his tongue met my clothed cunt. he then removed my panties placed them next to my shorts.

“god you’re so wet..” brady mumbled, looking down at the soaked panties on the floor. “and he gets this.. every day of the year.” brady’s breath brushed against the shell of my ear. he began to place kisses against the back of my ear, moving down to my neck while andrei began to kiss up my thighs, his teeth sinking in at one point.

“ngh.. fuck” i huffed, pushing my head back into brady’s shoulder. he watched closely as i moved against andreis tongue, studying how my body reacted to the little things.

Brady slowly pushed his hand up my side, gliding his palm over my skin before gently grabbing at my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers. quietly panting, i pressed my face back, into the crook of his neck, not only embarrassed but overwhelmed as his other hand came up and gently squeezed my neck before pushing two fingers up to my mouth.

“open..” he spoke, sternly, but his voice was calm and gentle compared to andreis when he was demanding. i complied easy, my jaw dropping before he placed his fingers against the warmth of my tongue.

down below, andrei had made work with my cunt, gently sucking, and kissing at my clit. my hips rocked against his face, overstimulated from attention from the two of them.

“fuck…” i attempted to cry out against brady’s fingers. andrei moved his hands up, gripping my hips as he held them down, forcing me from grinding into his face.

“skjeisy… hold her hips down..” he mumbled, brady nodded before taking an arm and placing it over my stomach, spreading his fingers to hold me. andrei moved a hand down and started teasing at my hole, brady had removed his fingers from my mouth, allowing my sounds to break free as his thick fingers pushed into my entrance.

short incoherent whimpers left as he toyed with me, pushing his fingers into me at a pace matched by his tongue against my clit. a fountain of moans fell from my lips as they continued to play with me like an object.

Andrei began speeding up his pace, his fingers long, inserting another one. his fingers grazed over the spot that had me buckling at the knees, my vision becoming blurry as i held back from cumming until i felt brady bite down on my earlobe, the feeling only encouraging me to cum.

i felt the white hot sensation fill my senses, stars bursting behind my eyelids as i covered andreis fingers with my juices. incoherent mumbles formed from words attempting to be spoken were babbled until i couldn’t go on, soon laying into brady’s chest, heavy breaths leaving me.

“god you’re gorgeous when you cum…” brady says in a whisper against my ear, moving down to gentle bite my neck. i quietly panted, pushing my body against his, sharing body heat, being comforted by him as he rubbed his hands down my side, bringing me down from an overstimulated state.

andrei got up, placing his hands beside our legs before gently grabbing my face with a smile. “pretty girl..” he smile before kissing me.

“why don’t we take this to the bedroom? i’m sure she can’t be comfortable like this for much longer.” andrei said looking down at me, as i was leaning against brady, sprawled out. they both nodded before brady picked me up, carrying me to me and andreis bedroom.

as they opened the door, brady laid me down into the soft sheets of the familiar bed. i pushed my head back into the bed… it was so cozy. andrei made a show out of it as he stripped, slowly pulling his shirt over his head and taking everything slow until he was down to his boxers. brady was swift but not messy, he pulled off his shirt and then his shorts and his boxers remained but i couldn’t help but laugh when they were goofy unlike andrei who wore simple, red or black.

they must have had some sort of secret bro messaging system, as they nodded and somehow knew what would happen. andrei got on the bed, leaning over my body before he leaned down to kiss me again. he spoke against my lips, soft and sweet.

“you’re gonna let brady fuck you.. you’ll be a good girl for him, okay? i love you.” he spoke , waiting for my affirmation. i nodded, pulling him down into another kiss before he moved away, getting up, sitting in the chair across from the bed to watch us.

“you’re so pretty.” he mumbled, a small smile on his face. brady leaned down over me, his hands on either side of me as i pushed my hands up behind his neck, getting him to come closer so i could press my lips against his, kissing him.

i pulled him closer, my mouth open in a soft gasp, he pressed his tongue against mine as i opened my mouth for him. gentle breaths left the both of us, his breathing was heavy, but they synced as i tangled my fingers in his hair, reluctant to the kiss ending.

brady soon left my lips, now kissing down my neck, gently sucking at it until he found my pulse, causing me to suck in a sharp breath. andrei watched as he pleased me, he wasn’t jealous but he took notes. andrei knew my body better than anyone else, but watching another man please me just made it easier to tell what he needed to do better on. he tried to ignore the erection in his boxers, but the feeling was straining.

brady continued to move down my body, his hands coming to my chest before his mouth. his large hands giving my breasts a squeeze before i felt his teeth as he gently bit one of my nipples, causing my to throw my head back. my back arching into him, his hand coming under my back to hold me closer. his tongue was flat against my breast before he moved to the other.

“b-brady.. please��” i pleaded, as he looked at me, pulling his mouth away so he could see me.

“cmon.. you can do better then that.” he shook his head, his hair falling over his eyes.

andrei, sitting in the chair had been biting back on his thumb, trying not to give into his urges but as he watched brady finally pull down his boxers, laying his cock against my cunt, he couldn’t take it. he pulled himself out, slowly stroking himself as brady teased me.

“beg for it , baby.” he smiled, his usually kind smile seeming cynical. “cmon.. i know you can.” his cock was heavy against me, he was thick. not as long as andrei but would stretch me out.

“brady, please. i want you.. i’ve needed you for so long.. i just want you to fuck me till i can’t think straight. please!!” i pleaded, begging him like he asked me to.

“for so long? how long, princess.” he was looking down, watching how his cock laid against my folds, before his chocolate eyes bored into mine.

before i answered, i looked over at andrei, looking for an answer. he nodded quickly, licking his lower lip. i looked back at brady

“for a long time.. i told andrei after that fight you guys had when you were on the rangers.. then after you came to the canes, it was all i could think about..” i inhaled sharply, my cheeks were bright red with embarrassment.

“god.. you’re such a slut.” he mumbled.

“i know!! i’m such a fucking whore. please !! just fuck me!!” my hands balled into the sheets, trying so hard to not bust.

the sly smirk on brady’s face said everything that needed to be said before he slid himself into me. with no mercy, he bottomed himself out inside of me, stretching me around him. he sat there for a moment, head tilted forward, hair over his eyes as he let out a strangled groan.

“you’re so fucking tight..” brady groaned as he grabbed my hips, gripping so hard he could bruise me.

a wave of moans and cries left my lips as brady thrusted into me, moving one leg, propping it against his shoulder before reaching down. he placed his hand on my throat, hitting a deeper spot at the new found angle, causing me to see stars as he thrusted. andreis head tilted back with heavy breathing, getting off to the sound of another man using me, especially one of his teammates.

my hands balled into fists, clutching the sheets as he continued to pummel into me. i watched as his face changed with pleasure, he had always been very emotive. his jaw slacked while he pushed his head back, rough groans leaving him. his grey hairs were scattered, only adding to the view he gave me.

“ugh… you feel so good baby…”

my previous orgasm had left my body sensitive and tense and his cock, words and hands didn’t help. i could feel myself getting closer as his hand tightened around my throat.

brady moved his hand down momentarily, pressing it against my stomach, feeling himself where he thrusted into me. “i can feel myself,, right here…” he said, grabbing my hand before pressing it against my tummy.

the feeling of him in my tummy, rearranging my guts before he pulled his hand away, demanding i kept mine in place as he put it back against my throat. he looked down at me, feeling that i was close, and with pleading eyes, he could tell i wanted to cum.

“c-can i cum inside ?” he spoke, his voice was raspy. i nodded, shaking as i felt myself near my climax.

“brady.. i’m so-“ a short moan cut me off. “close. i’m so close.”

“do you wanna cum for me? cum on my cock?” i nodded desperately. “ask andrei.” he responded.

i looked over at him with pleading eyes, the sight of andrei jerking himself off was a sight to remember. “a-andrei.. can i please cum? please..” andreis eyes met mine, his eyes were lidded as he had edged himself, he nodded.

“okay princess.. cum for me, cum on my cock.”

suddenly, as his words left his mouth, a white hot sensation washed over me, my eyes rolled back as they shut tightly. a river of loud moans spilled from my lips.

incoherent moans along with an astounding string of curses left me, and as i reached my climax, so did he. andrei also allowed himself to let go, cum shooting across his stomach, his short groans turning into the sweet moans i cherished in bed. bradys hands moved down, gripping my hips with a bruising sense of strength. his hips were heavy against mine, spilling his cum into me with the effect to have his cum fill me to the brim.

slowly, we came down from the high, not wanting brady to pull out, we sat there for a few minutes, in lingering kisses. eventually he sat up, laying my leg down back to his side as he reluctantly pulled out.

“oh look at that…” he said, biting his lower lip as the cum spilled out of my tired body. “andrei, come look at her..” he smiled . andrei got up, stretching before he came to see where brady’s cum would spill from your cunt. brady had picked your legs up, holding them like a doll. your thighs had squeezed together, playing to the effect of the cum spilling from my cunt.

“she looks so fucking good.” andrei spoke before brady let go of my legs, slowly bringing them back down. brady then moved, sitting on the bed unlike andrei, placing my head to sit on brady’s thigh. andrei had moved between my legs, his hands placing down onto my sides, feeling up my body.

“you’re such a good girl.” he smiled, leaning over me to kiss me gently. i gladly accepted, smiling against his lips. “did brady make you feel good?”

i nodded, glancing back up at brady, watching us as we smothered each other like two love birds. brady moved his hand down, stroking my hair before moving his hand down to gently rub my cheek. his thumb running over my lips as andrei pulled away.

“do you think you can go one more time?” brady said, glancing at andrei. i nodded, feeling andreis hands gently rub my where brady had gripped the sides of my hips, causing bruises to begin forming.

“do you wanna lay on your stomach?” andrei had asked, knowing i liked it when he fucked me from behind anyways. i nodded, my body was weak already.

andrei helped turn my body over, laying my legs down so that my hips would lay against his. he wrapped my legs around him before centering himself, and slowly pushing into me. a gasp escaped my lips, turning into a slow moan as he leaned over me, gently pressing his hand into the small of my back in order to push my arch further inward, making it better for the both of us.

the intimacy buzzing between me and andrei made brady begin to get hard again. “fuck..” he grumbled. i turned my head to look at him, reaching a hand up to stoke him while andrei slowly began to thrust into me.

i pushed my face into the sheets as pleasure overcame me. brady knew how to please me but andrei knew my body better than any one else. he would grab my thighs and place pressure in the right places , causing me to whimper while i continued to stroke brady. brady was a lot louder than andrei, as andrei would concentrate on pleasing me rather than himself so much. but alas, he’d let out soft grunts and groans. when i’m against him, i can feel him tense up. i love holding him when we fuck, just to feel how his body responds to me. i also love when he fucks me while i lay on my back so i can watch his face and how his hair falls over his eyes.

brady pushed his head back, groaning as i stroked him, stroking my thumb over his tip, making him shutter.

andrei leaned over me, placing one hand on my back before placing the other down next to my waist.

“детка…” he blew out, caught up in the feeling of our bodies intertwined. i love when he gets this worked up.

“Я тебя люблю..” he pushed his head down, panting as he thrusted into me. my free hand gripping the sheets as i could feel myself nearing.

i could barley focus on brady as andreis thrusts had me seeing stars.

“oh my god… please… fuck!!” i cried out , sloppily stroking brady’s cock as andreis rhythm faltered.

“do you wanna cum for andrei?” brady mumbled, watching as i panted.

“yes…fuck yes i do!!” i cried out.

“then cum for me baby…” andrei mumbled, grabbing a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back to hear me cry out as i came. i screamed out, cumming as andrei rutted his hips into mine, spilling himself into my already filled cunt. i slowly stroked brady as i struggled to stay composed.

andrei pulled out, watching as his cum spilled out of me, he took his fingers and pushed it back in. “dirty girl..” he smiled, looking back at brady who hadn’t cum again yet.

andrei gently picked me up, holding me in his arms. “hi baby..” he smiled, giving me a kiss on the head. “you’re doing so good, but why don’t you help brady cum one more time.” he said, pushing my hair from my eyes. i let out an exaggerated groan before kissing him quickly, and moving down in front of brady.

“sorry i couldn’t make you cum the first time..” i said, leaning up to give him a gentle kiss.

“it’s alright, princess.. how are you gonna repay me?” he smiled, staring down at me, his eyes were heavy.

andrei had stepped out of the room, going to put on his shorts he had had on before going to grab some food and water for all three of us.

i moved down between brady’s legs again, starting by licking the tip, covered in precum again.

“mmh…” i let out a gentle sound before licking a stripe all the way up his member, taking him into my mouth. he was too big to fully fit in my mouth, leading to him pressing his hand onto the back of my head, slowly pushing me further around his cock.

“oh my god” he groaned out, pushing his head back. he had already neared his finish while i was stroking his cock but he just needed to be pushed over the edge. the edge being my throat on his cock.

“yes baby- im.. fuck me! i’m gonna cum!!” he whined, groans leaving his mouth, he went into a frenzy, taking his two hands against my head, pushing me down further than i could take before he came in my mouth. he let go, realizing i needed to breath, his cum coating my mouth before i pulled off of him, licking the tip before forcing myself to swallow.

“oh look at you.. good girl..” he said, smiling down at me.

i leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his lips, forcing him to taste himself. he placed his hand in my hair, deepening the kiss.

“let’s clean you up.” he said, as he pulled away. brady then helped lay me down,

before grabbing his shorts and pulling them on. he walked into the bathroom that me and andrei shared, finding a clean washcloth. he soaked it in warm water before walking back out.

“spread your legs.” he said, as i shamefully did so, the post nut guilt washing over me, he wiped away where the cum had dried and had begin to spill out of me. “let’s make sure that stays in there…” he said, pushing his fingers in me again, causing me to cry out his name. the strongest bit of sensitivity ruined me. a low chuckle left him as andrei walked back in. sitting down next to me giving me water and some junky food. brady had found a shirt, seeing it was his he handed it to me and i pulled it on before him and andrei helped me get under the covers, laying down between the two of them, their arms draped over me while i quietly ate, turning on the tv to find something to watch.

“thank you..” i mumbled past a few sips of water. andreis face pressed against my neck, i could hear a soft.

“you’re welcome princess, i love you.”

“i love you too…and you too brady.”

causing a soft squeeze around my waist.

#brady skjei #andrei svechnikov #nhl fanfiction #nhl #hockey fanfiction #carolina hurricanes fanfiction #andrei svechnikov x reader #brady skjei x reader #smut #dirty smut

[shadowwinters]

Hello ! Could you write some tooth rotting fluff with the slashers and their s/o comforting them? I don't know in which circumstancies, I just want to bear hug them and protect them from the world, our precious babies 🥺💕

(Hope the sentences are correct I'm not a native english speaker

Sending you lot of love!

Hi anon, thank you so much for sending your request! I wasn’t sure if you wanted all the slashers or just a few but here are a handful of the slashers receiving love from their s/o :) if you did not see the slasher you wanted please feel free to ask for a specific person / people! <3

Warnings: fluff, mentions of death (idk what you were expecting this is a slasher post) 

Micheal Myers: 

Okay so the stabby man was just not having a very good night.

Firstly one of the victims attempted to fight back using a knife and was able to get a couple of good blows towards Micheal which just made him mad. 

Micheal quickly finished off the victim but he still had some stab wounds he needed to take care of. 

Once he got home, Micheal noticed you right off the bat who looked over at him worriedly.

You, Micheal’s sweet s/o, fretting over the giant boogie man like this was the first time he has ever gotten hurt ( which we all know is not the case). 

Micheal felt at ease in your presence, his anger slowly going away while you gently took him towards the bathroom in the old Myers’ home. 

  You furrowed your brows in concentration attending to Micheal’s wounds while he sat awkwardly on the edge of the tub. 

Once you were done attending to his wounds you both decided to call in for the night and go to bed.

When you both were in bed, Micheal slowly wrapped his arm around you protectively while you carefully and gently wrapped your arms around his body. 

For the first time in a long time Micheal slept really well that night while being held in your arms. Just dont bring it up the next morning, he will have short term amnesia ;)

Jason Voorhees 

Poor Jason was having a rough day.

All he wanted to do was pick flowers for his s/o and go back to the cabin and receive cuddles from you.

However this was not working out in his favor, since that morning there was a major frost and all the flowers were starting to die. 

None of the flowers that Jason found were suitable for his s/o.

Sighing in defeat he made his way back to the small cabin that he called him with you.

You were in the kitchen baking Jason’s favorite treat, just as you were about to put it in the oven you heard the door open and close. 

“Welcome home Jay”, you greeted with a smile which soon turned into a frown when you saw your hunk of a man looking down in defeat.

“Hey…what's wrong?”

It was a simple question but that is all it took for Jason to almost have a breakdown right then and there. 

You were just so perfect and kind towards him and he felt like he had failed you. 

You noticed the sudden shift in Jason’s stature and quickly guided him to the couch in the main area of the house. 

Once you got him settled in on the couch he quickly held onto your frame in desperation. 

When this happened you quickly wrapped your arms around his large frame and patted/rubbed his back.

You slowly laid down on the couch and invited him to lay on top of you, which made Jason a little nervous due to the fact that he is such a large man. 

You reassured him that you would be fine and just wanted to hold him. 

With enough reassurance Jason slowly laid on top of you while putting some of his weight on the back of the couch. 

You both stayed there until your dessert almost burnt the cabin down. 

Thomas Hewitt

This day was a small disaster.

Hoyt was going on a tyrant around the house taking out all his frustrations on poor Thomas who just takes all of Hoyt’s cruel words and abuse. 

You heard the yelling and screaming coming from inside the house while you were outside hanging up laundry (like the good s/o that you are).

Once Hoyt calmed down a little and went off for a drive, you quickly went to Tommy’s aid.

Thomas was downstairs in the basement chopping meat trying to blow off some steam, he didn’t even hear you walking downstairs calling out for him until you used a sweet pet name. 

“Thomas….Thomas….my Love? Are you okay?”

That pet name quickly got his attention and he turned around and placed the butcher knife down on the table and went over to you.

That sweet man looked over at you with concern, he wasn’t even thinking about himself at that moment he just wanted to make sure you were okay. 

You quickly wrapped your arms around him as best as you could while taking in his scent. 

“Thomas…honey why don’t we go upstairs and I’ll run you a bath and give you a massage. How does that sound?” you looked up at him with a sweet smile.

He just couldn't resist you and your kind offer so he quickly closed up shop for the day and went towards the upstairs bathroom with you. 

You quickly ran him a bath and filled the tub with soap bubbles with his favorite scented shampoo and conditioner. ( He has wavy texture pattern in his hair and you cannot tell me differently, he needs proper hair care)

Thomas got into the tub with you while you washed his hair and massaged his back and shoulders. 

Once you were done with your bath you grabbed some fluffy robes and gave one to Thomas and retreated back to your shared bedroom for the evening. 

Once in bed you gently stroked Tommy’s hair and cuddled him for the evening. 

Bubba Sawyer 

As chaotic as the Sawyer’s house could be, today was an extreme case.

Poor Bubba was overwhelmed by his brothers that he wasn't even able to see you yet that day. 

 You could tell that Bubba was having a rough day so you took it upon yourself to pick some flowers for the big softie.

Once you had some free time you went out in the fields after supper and made a couple of flower crowns. 

When you were done you ran to bubba who was petting his pet chicken while looking a little sad.

Once Bubba saw you though his face  automatically brightened up.

You smiled at him and said, “here, this is for you bubs” 

He giggled at the little pet name and waited for you to put the crown on top of his head .

Once you did this you gave this man a giant bear hug and held onto him tightly. 

Norman Bates:

Today was just not a good day at the Bates Motel.

Firstly there were a whole bunch of cancellations which meant that there wouldn’t be any people at the motel for a couple of days which meant loss of business.

 Secondly someone who was at the motel the other night completely trashed the room they were staying in so that meant even more work for this poor stressed out man.

Thankfully momma Bates took care of the man who destroyed the room :)

You were helping Norman out as best as you could with everything going on 

You decided to head back to the house to make some food for the both of you while Norman was finishing up cleaning the motel. 

Once you had returned with some sandwiches and cut up fruit Norman still looked really stressed.

You decided that the man could probably use some time to relax so being the kind and caring s/o that you are you gave this man a comforting hug. 

You both stood there in a comfortable silence not needing words to be able to understand each other in that moment. 

I hope you enjoyed this read, again if you did not see the slashers you wanted you are more than welcome to request for specifically who you want! Enjoy!

#thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #micheal myers x reader #micheal myers #norman bates x reader #norman bates #jason voorhees #jason voorhees x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #bubba sawyer

[haikyuu-boys-headcanons]

𝙷𝙰𝙸𝙺𝚈𝚄𝚄 𝙱𝙾𝚈𝚂 - 𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝙴𝚇 𝙼𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂

hehe, i’m back at it again with one of these long ass posts but this idea’s literally been in my head all day long so here you go !! obvious nsfw warning :)

tw: this whole post is just nsfw and embarrassing to read so read at your own risk >:)

𝙳𝙰𝙸𝙲𝙷𝙸 » during a super intense and loud session, his voice cracked as he asked you “does that feel goOD- good baby?” to this day, he still prays that you couldn’t hear him over the sound of your own moans

𝚂𝚄𝙶𝙰𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙰 » you were riding him and he went to slap your ass, but something went wrong either because you were riding too quickly or he was shaking too much, boy ended up slapping himself in the balls. you’ve never heard that boy scream that loud in your life

𝙰𝚂𝙰𝙷𝙸 » literally pulled out in the middle of sex to get up and rush to the corner of his room to flip around his childhood teddy bears. your just laying there with your tiddies and coochie out waiting for asahi to shield the eyes of mr. wiggles

𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙺𝙰 » you two were having pretty intense shower sex until tanaka did the number one thing your not supposed to do during shower sex; this muthafucker slipped while holding you. long story short, y’all were okay but just ended up having nasty shower floor sex??

𝙽𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚈𝙰 » this tiny ass 5′2 man was unconsciously humping your leg while you were both asleep?? his presumably pleasurable wet dream had turned into a sudden nightmare when you literally had to KICK him off you to stop the humping. bad nishinoya, bad!

𝙺𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚈𝙰𝙼𝙰 » came WAYYY too early inside you, but he was too embarrassed to say anything so he just... kept going. sadly, no one had warned kageyama of the intense effects of overstimulation. he was shaking and whimpering so badly behind you to the point where you had to ask him to pull out and bring him a glass of water to calm down

𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙰 » the first time you squirted on him, he just blatantly asked you these exact few words that left you feeling mortified: “did you just piss on me?” nuh uh hinata, this water fountain ain’t yours to drown in anymore >:( 

𝚃𝚂𝚄𝙺𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙼𝙰 » kei was hitting it from the back pretty hard this time, so hard that you were suddenly... on an angle? suddenly, now you two were much closer to the floor than before. the bed ended up collapsing, yes literally collapsing due to kei’s powerful thrusts. worst part is, nobody got to finish since kei dragged you to ikea to grumpily buy a new bedframe. but hey, he bought you ikea meatballs; that shit hits so different

𝚈𝙰𝙼𝙰𝙶𝚄𝙲𝙷𝙸 » one super duper intense night, he passed out the SECOND he came. no matter how much you flicked the temple of his forehead, yamaguchi was dead asleep. you had to literally slap him awake to get him to clean up, you ain’t risking a ranky stanky UTI puthy in the morning

𝙾𝙸𝙺𝙰𝚆𝙰 » kept calling himself a sex machine during the act. i don’t know if it was due to the 6 tequila shots he had beforehand or just his inner ego revealing, whatever it was it was about to make your pussy close

𝙸𝚆𝙰𝚉𝚄𝙼𝙸 » this one time, he kept going in at a weird angle which caused you to repeatedly queef for 7 minutes straight. every time you told him to pull out and go in properly, he laughed and kept going in at that one weird angle!! was your embarrassment a turn on for him?? maybe!! but were you mortified? absolutely!!

𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃𝚂𝚄𝙽 » i’m sorry to have to be the one to announce this, but this man had the worst case of full blown bush you’ve ever seen. like, he didn’t even try to manscape or anything at all. you ended up begging him to trim just a tiny bit because you weren’t gonna risk choking on a pube whilst your going down on him

𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙸 » rubbed your left labia thinking it was your clit. and he kept doing that. the whole. fucking. time. even when you subtly moved his fingers towards your clit, he just kept going back to the left lip.

𝙺𝚄𝙽𝙸𝙼𝙸 » had the most dry and dull dirty talk you’ve ever heard. like, it’s not even dirty talk at this point; it’s just clean talk. there’s no passion when he talks! he uses the same tone he would use for anyone else at any other moment. to paint the picture, imagine riding kunimi and he’s just there with a furrowed expression like “yup, that feels really good”

𝙺𝚈𝙾𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙸 » tried to pull one of those unexpected anal scenes that he saw from a porno, without telling you beforehand. life lesson here; if you party at shit's house, don't be surprised if shit's at the party

𝙺𝚄𝚁𝙾𝙾 » you two were looking to get a little more kinky in terms of BDSM, so kuroo watched like 30 tutorials on youtube on how to safely tie you up so you won’t fall or anything. this bitch ended up tying rope knots that were practically impossible to undo, which resulted in you hanging from the ceiling for approximately 2 hours pussy-ass naked while kuroo tried to cut you down with a kitchen knife

𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙼𝙰 » wanted to spice things up with some dirty talk, like the real nasty talk they use in pornos but not the normal pornos; the shitty company ones with horrific acting. he really ended up announcing that he was going to “fuck your fucking fanny off, you twat”

𝙻𝙴𝚅 » got super excited while he was opening the lube since he hadn’t gotten to fuck you in a WHILE, which resulted the lube leaked everywhere and a giant 6′5 man slipping and hitting his head on the bed frame. worst part is; he had to go to the ER with a hard on that refused to go away

𝙱𝙾𝙺𝚄𝚃𝙾 » speaking of boners that wouldn’t go away, let’s not forget that one time bokuto took two viagras when you texted him to come over for a special occasion. he horribly misinterpreted the ‘special occasion’ text, because he showed up to your house with a huge buldge in his pants as your parents stand before him holding anniversary cards, completely horrified

𝙰𝙺𝙰𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙸 » wanted to make valentines day sex as romantic as he could, so he did the classic lighting candles and giving roses. everything was beautiful, until he accidently knocked one of the bigger candles over during missionary. this not only caused a huge ass fire in your bedroom, but he came right as the fire began to spread. boy was debating on whether his orgasm was to die for or not

𝙺𝙾𝙽𝙾𝙷𝙰 » had a nose bleed when he was going down on you and you both were immediately horrified, you thinking it was your period and him thinking he just ate coochie blood. yet as you went to go clean up, you realized his face had much more blood on it than your coochie did. to this day, he still blames it on your period 

𝚄𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙹𝙸𝙼𝙰 » threw you onto the bed and your head went through the wall. he didn’t even bother to ask you if you were okay, he just sighed and went “well, now i have to make a call to the construction guy. excuse me” and he left you and your concussed ass head sit there once again, pussy ass naked

𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙾𝚄 » during a blowjob, he held your head down right as he was coming causing the cum to shoot up your throat and somehow pour out of your nose. by the time he pulled out, he could barely breath from laughing at you. sure, the classic ‘milk shooting out of nose’ thing was funny at first until you got a sinus infection and had to breath out of your mouth for the next three days

𝚂𝙴𝙼𝙸 » always insists having sex in the most inconvenient places?? like he would pull you to side while grocery shopping and start grinding up against you as you pick which brand of cheese would be better??

𝙶𝙾𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙺𝙸 » he kept getting frustrated that his bangs were clouding his field of vision, so he irritably grabbed a hair tie and frantically tied up the sides of his bangs while he was fucking you. you immediately burst out laughing since he looked exactly like boo from monsters inc. 

𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚄𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙼𝙰 » got so drunk that he ended up fucking the couch. like he was just there on top of you, and his dick was just sliding between the folds of the leather couch. you decided to let him finish like that

𝚂𝙰𝙺𝚄𝚂𝙰 » had a really bad reaction to one of the products he used while shaving and ended up getting super irritated down there so he kept having to pull out in-between thrusts to itch his crotch. to make things worse, you joking suggested that he looked like he had syphilis and he got so disgusted at the idea of that thought that he literally had to pull out and take a breather 

𝙾𝚂𝙰𝙼𝚄 » drizzled ‘warm’ chocolate down your chest and was about to seductively lick it off until you screamed in pain and horror as the chocolate was literally burning your skin off. osamu panicked, obviously not knowing what to do if chocolate was burning his partners skin off so he just... frantically licked it off. you still had to go to the ER afterwards to get treated for mild burns

𝙰𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙼𝚄 » didn’t know what a hymen was until the first time he tried to have sex with you. no matter how much he tried to shove his schlong in, it really just wasn’t working + “yer puss is broken”

𝚂𝚄𝙽𝙰 » pinched your nipples so fucking hard to the point where you started crying. he thoughts these were tears of pleasure until you literally had to kick him off you. but hey, he gave you ice for your sore nipples and mcdonalds! what more could a girl possibly want :)

uh the end lol

also, this idea was inspired by the first haikyuu headcanon i ever read, “awkward sex moments” by @bbytetsu <3

#haikyuu hcs #haikyuu #tsukishima x reader #oikawa x reader #sugawara x reader #atsumu x rea #suna x reader #tendou x reader #ushijima x reader #haikyuu smut #kuroo x reader #kenma x reader #semi x reader #yamaguchi x reader #daichi x reader #iwazumi x reader #terushima x reader #sakusa x reader #kageyama x reader #sakusa smut #bokuto x reader #akaashi x reader #mattsun x reader #nishinoya x reader

[robynlilyblack]

Silly lion man

Sirius Black x fem! reader

[Requested – see request here]

Summary: Sirius is arranged to marry y/n and she has to stay with his family until they graduate Hogwarts, will she be the same as his parents or will she surprise him in the best way?

Warnings: swearing, Walburga being a bitch but what’s new, toxic family, wizarding slurs, hurt/comfort, blood, kissing and suggestive at the end, one really horrible moment where there is physical abuse and Walburga makes comments about the readers weight but I promise this is a nice cute story

A/n: 2.6k words, no voldy au where Regulus and Sirius have a good relationship, set the summer before the reader and Sirius’ final year, reader is a pure blooded Slytherin because Walburga and Orion wouldn’t have it any other way. I forgot how much I like writing a flirty and mischievous reader! Hope you like it, I really loved writing this one x

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You looked down at the little bit of paper your uncle shoved into your hand when he dropped you off, 12 Grimmauld place, looking up you could see eleven and thirteen but no twelve. You looked around nervously, your little suitcase next to you as you unfolded the note revealing the motion you needed to preform to reveal the house. You pulled out your wand after checking no one was around and repeated the motion.

“Fuck” you cursed to yourself as nothing happened but then the building shifted revealing number twelve

You picked up your bag, crossing the street and headed up to the front door placing a hesitant knock upon it. You were about to knock again when a house elf opened the door eyeing you as it gestured for you to follow, walking in the place was dark and cold, it was like the building equivalent of a dementor

“Stay here and don’t touch anything” the elf warns you before walking through into another room

While you sigh and place your case down two people lean over the railing on one of the floors above you

“She’s pretty” Regulus notes as his eyes trail down your figure while Sirius rolls his eyes “It could be worse mate. Besides if it gives you any peace she isn’t friends with any of your arch enemies” 

“All Slytherins are my arch enemies” he reminds his brother who makes a mocking shocked face “Fuck off Reg” he shakes his head letting out a laugh “Still I can’t believe she’s going to be staying here” he sighs

“At least you’ll have a chance to get to know her, not many get that luxury” Sirius hums sceptically “You’re going to spend the rest of your lives together, try to get to know your future misses, for me” he leans into his brothers shoulder pouting “Please” he whines annoyingly earning a playful shove

“Fine but no promises”

You were seated rather awkwardly at the table with Orion as Walburga went up to fetch the brothers and the elf whose name you learned was called Kreacher was preparing dinner. Soon she arrived, giving you a curt smile as she sat down at the opposite end of the table to her husband, this table is fucking ginormous, you think as you sat right in the middle of it with two chairs opposite you set out for the boys. Speaking off they enter casually, eyeing the new seating arrangement and sitting accordingly

You watch Sirius sits down wearing unreadable expression on his face while Regulus gives you a small nod of acknowledgment and a smile as he does the same. Sirius finally looks up, you give him a little smile which he surprisingly returns before you all turn your attention to your plates as Kreacher serves the meal. It was uncomfortable, beyond so as you all eat in silence, only the occasional clink of cutlery echoing in the room.

The silence was broken by Orion as he placed his knife and fork down with an aggressive sigh to which Walburga speaks “What’s the matter dear?” her tone monotone and uncaring, merlin even their voices are dull, you think not seeing Regulus’ lips turn up followed Sirius’ for half a second

“They appointed a Mudblood as the head of one of the offices. Ridiculous letting that kind of scum lead anything” he says with distain

The boys stay quiet but you can see Sirius’ knuckles turning white as he holds his cutlery tightly even more so as his mother replies “Can’t believe they let them into our community at all, lesser people, dirty” her voice is laced with venom

“You obviously have never seen the water pressure in a muggle home” you mutter off handily making Sirius bark a laugh as Regulus just stares in shock trying to keep a neutral expression

“What was that y/n?” Walburga eyes you not quite hearing your comment

“Nothing” you shake your head cringing as you take a drink

Walburga gives you a sceptical look before she returns to her meal, her and Orion going into detail about how they can get the poor man fired

You didn’t talk back again over the next weeks, mostly keeping to your room and only coming out for meals. The house was dreadfully boring, you couldn’t do anything as Walburga watched over you like a hawk. Sirius hadn’t tied to speak with you but he did smile when he saw you, clearly your comment had showed him you weren’t like his parents, and you didn’t know that Regulus relayed all of your funny thoughts about where Walburga could shove her ideals to him as well.

One day Walburga and Orion were going off to visit Narcissa and Lucius as they had just announced their engagement along with Regulus. Sirius had told them to fuck off when they asked him to go and you faked a stomach ache and fever to get out of it in order to get some peace. As you sat on your window seat doodling away, teaching yourself how to draw better as you had nothing else to do, there was a knock at the door followed by Sirius entering

“Hey I brought you some…” Sirius starts before stopping as he sees you right as rain “I thought you were sick” his face forms into smirk as he places down the soup he brought you

“Faked it” you shrug before turning back to your drawing, feeling Sirius’ approach you

“You’re pretty good” he compliments

“Well I have nothing better to do with my time” you huff “How do you stay sane?” you lean your head back on the wall tilts it up to look at him

“It’s a good mixture of rebellion, mischief and cigarettes” he chuckles as he sits down on the other side of the window “Although I don’t think you need help finding the first two” he sends a wink your way

“You do realise there is a reason I’m living here with you and not my uncle, right?” you eye him

“How do you know about muggle water pressure anyway?” he inquires

“Believe it or not trouble, I have muggleborn and half-blood friends” you inform him

“Trouble?” he laughs “I was going to call you that darling” he wiggles his eyebrows expecting you to get all flustered

You smirk back at him placing your pad aside and leaning forward towards him “I think I’d prefer it if you called me darling, pretty boy” you flirt back making his eyes widen in a pleasant surprise

“I think we are going to get along swimmingly…darling”

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If Walburga thought having Sirius around drove her demented, you and him teaming up had her seething. It started small, little pranks that could be written off as accidents but slowly built into pure shenanigans. The cherry on top of the cake was she had no idea that the secret mastermind behind a lot of it was Regulus. You found out that he was a legilimens, which did freak out a bit but it also helped to coordinate as he could project thoughts to the two of you and let you know when the coast was clear.

However, with the pranks and you clearly not being the good little pureblood that your uncle had convinced Walburga you were before she sighed the contract, she became meaner towards you. It was subtle at first, doing it when it was just you and her but then she began to openly state it:

“You know y/n you should wear black more often it’s such a slimming colour” she noted as you got ready to attend an event

“Y/n maybe you shouldn’t eat dessert” she said once the dinner table to which Sirius got back at her by turning her hair green and refusing to change it back whist he denied the whole thing

“You smile too much you’re already giving yourself wrinkles, my son is a flirt already you wouldn’t want to make his choice to flirt around easier, would you?”

You hated that her comments got to you, you liked the way you looked, you didn’t need to change and yet with every comment your self-esteem got chipped away. Sirius noticed you looked down so he did everything to cheer you up, even revealing Padfoot to you and letting you cuddle him in that form. Although you flirted constantly, neither of you actually did anything more than that, you were becoming best friends, best friends that definitely wanted to kiss each other to the point Regulus wants to just shove your heads together like little dolls

Currently you were all seated waiting for breakfast to be served, the one good thing about Sundays in the Black household was Kreacher whipped up whatever you wanted for breakfast, which meant you, Sirius and Regulus got pancakes. As you dug in, you, Sirius and Regulus shared looks as you waited for Walburga to re-enter the room

“Ahhhh” she screamed as the red slime hit her, staining her clothes as it clutched them, you were the first to break and start giggling “You think this is funny?” she says fuming

“Yeah, what’s wrong, I though you said red was a slimming colour…oh wait it was black my mistake” you test her making Sirius give you the proudest look as he started to laugh while Regulus just smiled

“You little brat!” she explodes “No wonder you uncle sold you like a cheap whore to me, you should be kissing my boot because without me you would be homeless, you ungrateful...little...cu…” you start to tear up slightly as she screams at you while Sirius has finally had enough

“Fuck right off” Sirius stand up gesturing aggressively “A cheap whore? She is gorgeous and witty and so much better that you could ever be. You’re just jealous you got stuck with your own fucking cousin because no one wanted to married you with that stick up your arse!” you had seen Sirius annoyed and frustrated but right now he was shaking with anger as he defended you, even Regulus looked shocked and afraid like he knew something bad was about to happen

“You’re lucky you were born first Sirius or your name would be burned so fast” she threatens

“Ooo I’m so scared…fucking do it, I dare you” he challenges

“You just wait until your father gets home you won’t be as vocal then” and with that final threat she leaves

Later you were in your room, crying quietly as you heard Orion screaming at Sirius, you looked towards the door to see Regulus with an equally as pained expression walking over to sit next to you on the bed

Your eyes widen and a gasp left your lips as you heard Sirius let out a cry in pain after a thump, the tears falling quicker “This is all my fault” you sniff

“No it not, it’s them, they are the problem. Come here love” he assures you pulling you into a hug and letting you cry into him, both of you flinching with every subsequent thump and yelp

Eventually there was silence but that was worse and you continued to sob so much so that you didn’t hear Sirius coming into the room. Regulus grimaced as he saw his brothers cut lip and winces as he made his way towards the bed before releasing you from his embrace and standing up, letting Sirius take his place

You wiped your eyes, looking around a second as you didn’t notice the switch before your hand went to Sirius’ lip “Siri, I’m so sorry”

“Hey” he grabs your hands as he shakes his head “No none of that”

“But he hurt…” you start

He lets go of your hands and he cups your cheeks “Yeah and it isn’t the first time, probably not the last either he’s just...he’s just been hiding it because you’ve been here” he explains which only makes your heart break more

“Thank you for defending me but really Siri you shouldn’t have done that” you bring the palm of his and to meet your lips “Promise me you’ll never do that again I can’t see you get hurt because of me”

“You know I can’t promise that darling, I will defend you until the day I die”

“That’s what I’m afraid of you silly lion man” you pout adorably at him

“But…I am your silly lion man” he smiles at you

“You are” you crack a tiny smile

“Do you know the muggle tradition when someone has a boo boo?” he tilts his head

“No” you shake your head but you have a feeling you know what it is

“Well they say you need to kiss it better” he taps his lip gently

“So that so?” you let out a little laugh before climbing over to straddle his lap, surprising him but he welcomes it “You sure that’s the tradition?”

“Yes, and it would be very, very rude if you didn’t honour it” he says tilting his head up towards you

“Oh well I don’t want to be rude now” you lean in and kiss the corner of his lip where the wound is lightly

“You missed” he says shorty before pulling you by the back of your head in for a proper kiss, the sting of his lip forgotten as you kiss him back, pulling away you rest your head on his, both of you smiling “Merlin you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that”

“Yeah fucking finally” your heads shoot to Regulus who comes in with Kreacher looking less than impressed “Kreach, patch him up please” the boy asks and the elf reluctantly agrees only because it was the younger master who asked

After Regulus and Kreacher leave, you turn back to Sirius and return to your position on his lap again “Please try not to take it that far again” you say genuinely to which he nods “You’ll ruin your pretty boy face” you say cheekily bopping his nose with your finger

“Only into me for my looks, I’m offended darling” he replies in a light-hearted tone squeezing your sides

“I’m not that shallow, there are other qualities I adore...” you defend “...you’re rich too” you say earning a playful nudge before you both burst out in laughter

At the giggles die down between you Sirius leans in to give you a sweet kiss “You know” he mutters as he pulls away “Our marriage contract would technically become void and release us from their clutches if we were married via a muggle ceremony” he muses

“Oh really?” your heart flutters at the thought of eloping

“Yeah, just something to think about” he shrugs “Remus has his driving licence and we were planning a graduation trip. So, instead of coming back here we could go to Gretna, for example” he smiles at you wiggling his eyebrows suggestively

“I like that but under one condition” you grin at him

“And what would that be?” he leans in closer to you letting your noses brush

“That we don’t wait until our wedding night” you mutter as your lips brush

“You are perfection” he smirks a before finally capturing your lips

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Breakfast

Stede Bonnet x Reader x Edward Teach

Summary: Stede, Ed, Y/N's enjoy their morning breakfast.

Warnings: LOTS OF FLUFFY FLUFF 💕

IT WAS A BEAUTIFUL MORNING ON THE REVENGE, everyone on board was enjoying the calm seas and the morning warmth from the sun.

The morning rays of the sun had woken up Stede first and as he laid in between the two people he was utterly in love he couldn't help but admire them both.

Stede had messed with Ed's black locks and made him stir.

"Stede go the fuck back to the sleep." Ed grumbled and snuggled into his body.

"I'm sorry but it's a lovely morning." Stede said and Ed groaned again.

"You'll wake up Y/N and you'll really be in trouble." Ed said and Y/N eyes fluttered open.

"I woke up once Stede began to kiss my cheek every five minutes." Y/N grumbled. "It makes it hard to hate you darling."

"One of things you adore about me, now come on you two! Let's have some breakfast." Stede said, and got out of bed. Ed and Y/N shook their heads and Y/N placed her arms around Ed and spooned him. Kissing his back as he tried to sleep.

"I have your favorite marmalade jam Ed, and Y/N I got you those delicious cinnamon bun cakes you like. I was able to snatch a few when we were at shop yesterday." Stede said and Y/N shot up.

"Goddamit, I guess we're up." Ed said groggily as Y/N began to scramble out of bed. Ed grabbed her waist and kissed her neck. Stede watch them as they looked adorable and came over, kissing them both on the head.

"Alright, get dressed while I'll prepare breakfast." Stede said and

Y/N had gone into Stede's dressing room and grabbed her few causal gowns that he had bought for her and placed it on. She decided to wear a corset on but she needed assistance.

She walked into the room as she put her hair up in a bun, she looked to see Ed completely out of bed and sitting with Stede as Stede handed him a cup of tea.

"Stede, darling can you help me with this?" Y/N asked and Stede nodded and placed his cup of tea on the table.

He came up behind her and grabbed the strings of the corset. Ed looked at them both as Stede tied her corset.

"Why the fuck do you wear that?" Ed asked as he got up from the table as well and came over, watching in horror as Stede tightened her corset.

"It's what ladies wear Ed- oh Stede can you loosen a bit?" Y/N said and Stede nodded and loosened.

"But you look fine without it-" Ed then came in front of Y/N and saw how her breast looked in it. "Actually you look ravishing."

"Okay my love, eyes up here." Y/N put her two fingers on his chin and lifted it up to meet her eyes. "Good boy."

"Alright sweeties, lets eat our breakfast." Stede came them both a kiss and went over to the table.

Y/N came over and Stede pulled the chair back for her and then pushed it in.

"Thank you darling." Y/N said and her eyes went straight towards the cinnamon bun that sat on her plate.

"But still that thing must feel fucking awful." Ed said as he sat down. "Even if you look hot."

"You do look beautiful." Stede added and a bit of blush coming from his cheeks.

"It may be awful but to make you two fluster and look at me like you want to ravish me is the only plus." Y/N said and took a sip of the tea. "So good darling."

"So what happens when you wear a corset?" Ed asks.

"Well the only thing is it makes our waist smaller, it can shift your organs around, I've heard from prostitute that it can stay that way permanently."

"Shut the fuck up." Ed said and Stede gave him a stern look.

"Ed language, but yes Y/N that sounds awful." Stede replied.

"Well men do like it, and women are required in society." Y/N said sadly but smiled right away. "But I do look hot."

"Most assuredly." Stede said and grabbed her hand and kissed it.

"If I see any of the men staring I'd stab them in the eye." Ed said and Y/N laughed and kissed him.

"Thank you my love." Y/N said and grabbed her knife and fork and took a bite from the cinnamon bun. She moaned at the taste and both men playfully glared.

"That's not very fair, sweetie." Stede said and Ed nodded.

"I'm not doing anything." Y/N said casually said and took another bite.

"Well alright but don't come complaining when Ed takes you to bed." Stede said as he ate toast and glanced at Ed who was still staring at Y/N.

"Complaining is the last thing I would be doing." Y/N said and moaned once again at the taste.

"Alright missy." Ed said and came over and picked her up. She squealed and Stede sighed.

"Wait! Finish your breakfast." Stede said. "I made sure to get your favorite things."

Stede pouted and Ed and Y/N looked at each other and Ed put her down.

"Alright honey, we'll eat but you should know that your gonna have to watch." Y/N said and sat on Ed's lap.

As they sat down and was about to eat, they heard the door being knocked on. Stede sighed again as their breakfast was interrupted once again.

"Captains, it's Lucius!" He shouted. "I- um, we are heading to Burn man cove and we need you to come up aboard."

"Alright darlings, breakfast can wait." Y/N said and got out of Ed's lap and before she could get to the door, Stede got up and grabbed her. "Stede!"

Stede cut her off with a kiss.

"Alright! You men can go have fun!" Ed shouted. "Grab some good stuff."

Ed came over and wrapped his arms around both of them.

"What happening to finishing breakfast?" Y/N asked Stede.

"Who says we aren't?" Stede said and grinned.

Y/N face began to blush and she kissed them both on the cheek as their day of productivity went down the drain and into relaxation in bed.

A/N: I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS! I binged this show and I love Ed and Stede!!! If you want me to write more please let me know!!! I also write other fandoms, just DM me and I can try and write it!

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