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bluessmutifyplaylist · 4 months

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Separate Yandere Malleus (Hubby), Rook (Hubby), Leona (Lazy), Jamil (Babygirl), Azul (Babygirl), Jade (Menace), Floyd (Menace) and Sebek x Female!Tanjiro Reader SFW and NSFW please?

She’s kind, helpful and supportive, always willing to help others and she doesn’t expect anything in return? How cute (Naive), and after getting a taste of her kindness and care, he’s not going to let her go (And is now very territorial/protective of his soon-to-be wife/wifey)

Why can I see Floyd saying ‘Wifey’? (Rook would just make poems upon poems about how much he loves calling her his ‘Darling’ or ‘Wife’ and would violently tremble in joy if she just looks at him Top Tier Romantic/Stalker)

Sorry if that’s a lot, I’m a little knew to asking about Smut Requests (But I love my Twst Men so much, especially Malleus, Idia, Rook, Jamil and Azul, they just need hugs)

This is SMUT, and consensual, despite being Yandere.

Warnings: Yandere, Stockholm Syndrome(?), naive reader, creampie, breeding(?), unprotected sex, all characters are adults, sex with the intention of having children, slight dumbification, Malleus has 1 dick (sorry monsterfuckers), somnophilia in Malleus’s

Leona Kingscholar

You supported him even in his darkest moments, no matter if he was rude to you back. You were there, and the way you would take Cheka when he wasn’t feeling super great really had him appreciating you in a way that he never thought he could before. So, once you had graduated, he asked you if you would marry him.

Of course, this comes from a much darker place in him. He was never going to let you go, even if you refused him. Luckily for him, though, you were in tears as you accepted his proposal, happy to be marrying the love of your life. You were wed rather quickly, with it being a small ceremony, and it was the first time you had seen Leona cry because you just looked so beautiful walking down the aisle. That moment was one you would cherish forever.

Now, your wedding night was a different story. With how hard he was thrusting up into you, making you see stars. You could feel his cock pounding your insides, and you were thanking every god in existence that you married this man. You were two orgasms in already, and you were approaching a third, while he still had his first to go.

“Look at you, my naive herbivore being fucked dumb.” Just hearing those words made you falter and stutter your movements, but it didn’t stop Leona. He was making you ride him through your orgasm, and you were so sensitive. He let out a groan as he came inside you, saying, “I’m not stopping until you are filled with my cubs, baby, so you better keep going.”

Azul Ashengrotto

He knew you were the one when he showed you his cecaelia form for the first time. Instead of being disgusted or even afraid, you used a gentle hand as you played with the tentacles that were pulling you closer and closer. Eventually, you found yourself face-to-face with the Housewarden, and you threw your arms around his neck as you pulled him into a kiss. He immediately reciprocated, and he laid claim to you that night.

Years later, you both were married, and he was a successful business owner. You were in the upper-middle class of the ocean, and you both were talking about starting a family. You were already his housewife, keeping the house clean because you both agreed on it (and because he didn’t want you going anywhere that he didn’t have control over).

You weren’t about to complain, though, because he had you in the missionary position. It’s a bit basic, but fuck did it feel good. He was desperate; desperate to fill you up, desperate for you to feel pleasure, desperate to push himself to another climax despite the overstimulation. Your legs locked around him as he started releasing ropes of cum inside you, and you had the orgasm of your life.

“I love you, honey~” Your voice was strained after about two hours of moaning. He laid down next to you, and you laid your head on his chest. He started drawing patterns on your back, and he said I love you in return. You leaned up and gave him a kiss on the lips, and then trailed it down his chest… lower and lower, until round 2 was started.

Jade Leech

You were his the day you burst into Azul’s office and demanded that your friends be let go of their contracts. Hardly anybody would have that amount of confidence, and he found himself obsessed. He’s stalking you, he’s making sure his brother knows that you are his territory and his alone. You could always smell that he was there, as he didn’t know about your keen sense of smell. But, you didn’t mind it.

Years later, you both were married, and it was an interesting marriage. Your in-laws absolutely adored you, Floyd tolerated you, and Jade was still as obsessed with you as he was back in your NRC days. In fact, he wanted to give you a reason to stay forever, so he brought up the idea of having kids. You had many siblings back in your home world, which you never found a way back to, so it was understandable that you would want a big family yourself.

So, that’s how you got here, you being folded in half, your legs being pressed to your shoulders as he pounded you into oblivion. For the past 4 hours, you have been in every conceivable position you can think of, and this was going to be your final one. If you wanted a big family, that is exactly what you were going to get.

“Darling, how many kids do you want? Do you have an exact number? Or am I going to fuck you and keep you full of children until you say that you don’t want anymore?” Just the thought of having so many kids made you orgasm. You realized that you wanted to be with this man for the rest of your life, and you wanted to be surrounded by a family that the both of you created, and you were definitely going to enjoy the process to achieve your newfound dream.

Floyd Leech

He claimed you as his also the day you walked into Azul’s office, as no one ever had the courage, bravery, or stupidity to do it. When he went to squeeze you, you wound back enough to headbutt him, making him drop you. From that point on, you had become his new obsession. You were the only one who could beat him in a fight, so it was kind of obvious that this would happen.

As much as you Floyd simps would probably want to be married to him, he’s just not that big on marriage. He’s not that big on commitment in general. However, he knows that he’s committed to you because he wants you to be committed to him. Plus, any thoughts against marriage flew out the window when he saw you stretching and yawning.

Hours later, your neck was covered in bite marks, some a bit bloody, but he just licked it all away as his cock was buried inside your cunt. He had cum inside you about 2 times by now, and your muscles were sore from being contorted into a multitude of different positions. He had a newfound need to make you his little wifey who was stuffed with his kids 24/7.

It wasn’t until there was a bit of a bulge in your stomach from all the cum he had released when he pulled out of you. You were on the verge of unconsciousness, but you felt his arms wrap around you and pull you close. His body was warm, the final lull to sleep that you needed. It was a rare but sentimental Floyd, where he watched you, in such a vulnerable state… marriage is the best option to make sure you are his.

Jamil Viper

You were the first thing he could actually call ‘his’. He did not have to give you to Kalim, and he was never going to let that happen. In fact, during his overblot, he made his feelings known to you by keeping you at his side. However, you wanted your Jamil, not the one controlled and bound by the ink. After, in the infirmary, he asked if what you said still rang true, and that was where you had your first kiss.

Skip to years later, and you both were married. He still works for the Al-Asim family, but you couldn’t ask for a better husband. He has told you about his hesitancy towards having children of his own, as they would most likely serve the Al-Asim family as well. You understood, but you still wanted to have children with him. He told you that you could have one child for now, and see where it went from there.

Round 1 started right then and there, in your kitchen. He bent you over the counter, railing you from behind. Before, whenever you both would have sex, he would use protection. This time, though, he went in raw, and it was the first time ever that you both truly felt each other, and damn did it feel euphoric. You couldn’t even think anymore.

Of course, this was not exactly a fitting place if you were going to conceive your first child. So, he picked you up into his arms and carried you to your shared bedroom once you had your first orgasm of the night. There were many more to come (get it?) and you were barely getting started. You will not be able to walk for two days, and you will be walking out with hickies… mostly in between your thighs.

Rook Hunt

When he first discovered you, he immediately started stalking you. However, he wrote you sonnets, limericks, and poetry of other sorts for your eyes and ears. He sang your praises, and to lastly win over your heart, he serenaded you properly, under your window. You told him to wait there, and you ran downstairs and glomped him, making out with him on the ground. If it weren’t for his desire to make your first time special, you would have probably conceived a child right then and there.

However, he did wait until marriage… which was less than a year after you graduated. He had a steady income, and he already had a cottage in the forest in the Shaftlands. He always had a fantasy of a big family in a cottage, being a hunter and having his beloved wife by his side as an equal in the home. He cherished you, making sure that he provided for you in every way you needed. You became a housewife, as you would like to be there to take care of your children.

Speaking of, not a single night has passed since your wedding night where you haven’t fucked like rabbits. Sure, you both were still young, but you had been talking about this since you both were in NRC. You felt like you were ready to take on the challenge of rabbits. So, every night, you were filled with his cum. You were claimed as his, with all the hickies all over your body, with the sinful stretch his cock always seemed to give you… it was heaven in Twisted Wonderland.

It did not come as a surprise that you fell pregnant merely a few weeks after your wedding. The news made your beloved hunter so excited. Now, you could never leave him for your world. You had children that tied you to him. During your pregnancy, he is a devoted lover. He makes sure all your needs are met, and that includes the needs that are in the bedroom.

Malleus Draconia

You were his first friend outside of his retainers. You showed him kindness, and you were not scared of him at all. That alone made his draconic instincts want to kidnap you and keep you all to himself. However, he was able to hold off just a little, and you came to him on your own. The rose you had presented him with remains preserved, even years later, as it is a token of your love for him. He was a bit delulu, but aren’t we all?

It was a big request to ask you to marry him, as you would become the queen of a great nation of mostly fae folk. However, you were up to the challenge, and the people loved you. However, there was great pressure for an heir. Again, you were up to the challenge, but you discussed it with your husband first. You both concluded on a large family, so that the children wouldn’t grow up isolated (and totally not because Malleus wanted to see you round over and over again).

That night, all the staff had been advised to vacate the corridor in which your shared chambers resided, as you were not able to quiet yourself. You went a total of 8 rounds, one of which you were passed out for, but gave him the ‘okay’ to fuck you through that brief nap. Any chance of walking was out of the question. You could barely lift your head, and you had to be tended to by maidservants for a week. Unfortunately, Malleus couldn’t tend to you himself, as being the King meant that he was busy.

The entire realm rejoiced at the news of your pregnancy, and you had the world’s best doctors at your disposal. Everyone was concerned about making sure that the heir survived to take the throne, but they were also a tad worried about them being half-fae and half-human, as it meant that their lifespan would be shorter than a typical fae’s. Neither you nor your husband cared, however, as you were just happy to start a new chapter of your lives together.

Sebek Zigvolt

His pride denied him the pleasure of accepting his feelings for you in the first place, and he instead wrote anonymous poems for you that he would leave at your desk. You had no idea who it could be, so when someone claimed it was them, Sebek shouted that it was he who wrote the poems and not the plagiarist. He looked like he was about to fight the poor unfortunate soul, but you placed a kiss on his cheek, telling him that you accepted his feelings and not the other person’s.

About the topic of marriage… he would prioritize being a knight first. However, when he sees a time in his career, he will definitely get married to you. He enjoyed that he was in Briar Valley often and he just needed to train new recruits, and he would return home to you cooking dinner. As for children, the topic would blurt out of his mouth as you voiced your sadness about being lonely. You loved the idea, and as irresponsible as it was, the way you looked at him with newfound dreams in your eyes, he carried you to the bedroom and started right away.

You had discovered that Sebek had a hidden breeding kink, and he loved seeing your face as he came inside you over and over. The husband you thought you knew was giving into the primal instincts deep within him, and you were loving it. His fangs had made their mark all over your neck and shoulders, claiming you despite the ring on your finger showing you were taken.

The Zigvolt family, as well as Lilia, Silver, and King Malleus, were all excited when you announced your pregnancy. However, only the two of you would know what sinful things took place for this to happen. Know that this is not your only child, even if you don’t actually have another one. He wants at least two, and he is willing to adopt.

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ewanmitchellcrumbs · 4 months

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Hallowed

Pairing: Michael Gavey (Saltburn) x f!reader Warnings: Toxic relationship dynamics, face sitting, smut. Word count: ~1.3k

Summary: Her Early Medieval Literature essay is due, and Michael has his own cruel way of ensuring she stays focused.

Author's note: Can be read as part two of this fic, but also works as a standalone. Day six of the Smuffmas prompts - "future and face sitting". No tag list. Follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on post notifications.

She lounges on Michael’s bed, clad in only knickers and one of his t-shirts, a copy of the Canterbury Tales grasped lightly between her fingers. Her eyes move over the words of Chaucer, but take none of them in, how could they? His long fingers draw lazy circles on her ankle, her legs stretched out up to the pillows where he reclines, the duvet wrapped around his bare midriff while he reads from a textbook called the Book of Proof.

Life feels simpler since Michael has entered it, despite the turbulent beginnings. She has given up her friends, under his advice, and there is now far less pressure to conform. Her only focuses are her studies and pleasing him, the latter of the two she takes great pleasure in.

It is always on his terms; when they see each other, what they do, how they do it, and despite his obvious initial inexperience he is a fast learner. His ability to make her fall apart, to make her relinquish all control is something he does expertly. The slight fear she feels towards him only adds to the excitement; he could destroy her if he wanted to, but if she plays nicely then he won’t, and she is more than happy to play nicely when the rewards for doing so are as satisfying as they are.

She sighs, his fingers upon her flesh making her core throb with want, even from the simple gesture of absentmindedly touching her leg. She lets her book slip from her fingers, raising up on her elbow to look at him.

“Michael…” she whines.

He looks at her impassively, adjusting his glasses. “The first of your three essays is due soon, isn’t it?”

“Mmm,” she responds with a roll of her eyes, flopping back down and stretching her arms above her head. “Early Medieval Literature.”

His hand moves from her ankle, fingertips ghosting over the exposed skin between the hem of his t-shirt and the waistband of her underwear. “And what have you written?”

She shivers beneath his touch, squirming slightly. “Am I really here to study?”

“I’ve no interest in sleeping with a failing literature student,” he pulls his hand away and she immediately misses his warmth. “So tell me.”

She groans in frustration. “Oh, I don’t know. Probably something about irony in the Merchant’s Tale.”

His textbook thuds closed and she hears the heavy sound of him dropping it onto the bedside table. When she chances to glance up at him she sees he is sitting straighter in the bed, his gaze hardened as he looks at her. “Probably?! You mean you haven’t started it? Have you even thought about your thesis statement, your in-depth analysis or how you’re going to conclude your ideas, if you’ve even had any?”

“Oh, come on,” she says softly, sitting up and reaching for him. “There’s still time. Can’t we just–”

“No,” he cuts her off. “I’ve been spoiling you, and it’s made you stupid.”

“I’m not stupid!” She protests. “If I remember correctly, it was you who called my degree a ‘glorified book club’.”

“You still need to try,” he tells her, frowning.

“You don’t try,” she argues with a shrug,” and marks in your first year don’t count towards the final degree.”

“I don’t have to try, but I still get firsts in everything. Marks this year may not count towards the final degree you get, but they count towards you keeping your scholarship. Think about your future instead of being a fucking brat for once in your life.”

His words are a sharp sting to her already fragile ego, and she lowers her gaze, fighting the sudden urge to cry.

“I’m not touching you again until your essay’s handed in and I’ve seen what your mark is.”

Her head snaps up, eyes wide with disbelief as she looks at him, searching his features for any indication that he’s being unserious. She finds none; he really means it.

“And you’re not to touch yourself. I’ll know.”

The next two weeks are torturous for her. On the occasions that Michael does invite her to his room, there is no more casual half dressed lounging on his bed. Instead, he has a study space set up for her at his desk, and won’t allow her to speak or leave until she has at least a thousand words written.

They meet up in the library during free periods so that he can read through what she’s written, and her skin burns hot with humiliation each time he screws up a page and throws it into the waste paper bin, calling her arguments “lazy” and “uninspired”.

It lights a fire of determination beneath her, but bubbling under the surface is also a heightened state of arousal, driven by the lack of intimacy, and the fact that she finds that she likes it when he is so authoritative over her.

By the time she has finished, she has produced an essay that both her and Michael are satisfied with; it discusses the use of irony in Chaucer’s poem, the Merchant's Tale. She has used a number of excerpts and lines from the poem for analysis, revealing the instances of irony in each, and from this has determined that the irony Chaucer used in the Merchant's Tale is controlled.

Her eyes light up when Professor Ware hands it back, and she sees the 85% that’s circled at the top of it.

A first.

She feels giddy with excitement as she knocks on Michael’s door that evening, brandishing the now dog-eared pages at him as he opens the door.

“A first, I got a first!” She squeals, watching as he takes the essay from her, his eyes moving slowly over the top page.

“Hmmm,” he settles it down on the desk, removing his glasses and placing them on top. “Take off your jeans and underwear.”

“Wha–what?” She stammers, her grin fading.

“You want your reward, don’t you?” He asks, moving to lay back on the bed.

She swallows thickly, excitement fluttering in her lower belly, as she quickly complies, ridding herself of the clothing that covers her lower half.

“Come here,” he commands softly.

She joins him on the bed, a gasp leaving her as he manhandles her until her knees are positioned either side of his head.

“My clever girl,” he whispers. His words could be mistaken for softness, were they not directly juxtaposed by the rapid darkening of his blue eyes, and the way his thumbs drag across the indentations between her thighs and pelvis. “I knew you could do it, you just needed a little…push.”

He drags his tongue from her opening all the way to her pearl, and her jaw goes slack, the wet sensation making her clench as she falls forward, hands clawing at the wall in front of her.

His grip on her thighs tightens and he tugs her flush against his face, the sloppy sounds of him devouring her are lewd combined with the wanton cries of pleasure that tumble from her lips.

She feels her mind go blank as he inserts his tongue inside of her, keeping it rigid as she begins to grind herself in a circular motion, keeping his nose pressed against where she needs it most, desperately chasing the release she’s needed the last couple of weeks.

His hum of appreciation reverberates through her core, and as he withdraws from her, plush lips wrapping around her sensitive bundle of nerves she feels herself fall apart as the growing ache intensifies, completely at his mercy as he laps at her, while white hot waves of pleasure wash over her.

She raises up when it becomes too much, jerking at how oversensitive she feels and gazes down at him through heavy lidded eyes, breathless.

He looks like an utterly different person without his glasses, almost kind, though she knows better. His chin is shiny with her slick as he smirks up at her.

“You’ve worked so hard,” he says quietly, though the edge of malevolence to his voice is unmistakable. “But don’t worry, you can give that pretty little mind of yours a rest while I fuck you stupid again.”

She is powerless to resist as he tugs her back to his face once more, beginning the exquisite torture all over again.

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screeblees · 9 months

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Yandere ! Boss x Star Employee ! Reader in an Office Setting Headcannons

I haven’t posted in a bit but I’m back!! With Yandere! Boss and his headcanons!

Also answered an ask about Yandere! Boss here !

Though they are shorter than my Yandere! Friend headcanons (which can be found here !)

Find my Masterlist here !

Please enjoy!! <33

❥ Yandere ! Boss who is widely thought as as cold, calculated and completely work-orientated. He’s impossibly good at his job and expect nothing but the best from his lazy team of employees.

❥ Yandere ! Boss who was first drawn to this outstanding Employee ! Reader who went above and beyond for their job, working their hardest and staying overtime to finish all their work to the highest quality. You clearly wanted to impress him, how cute!

❥ Yandere ! Boss who was already a firm and involved in his employees’ work, made a point to be harsher on you in particular as he knew you could be even better than you currently are, having you redo work to better the quality and stay even later after hours. If this was an excuse to be alone in the office together, well, there’s no-one else around to say so.

❥ Yandere ! Boss who so-happened to assign you a desk in direct view of the blind-covered windows of their personal office. He’s just making sure their Star Employee won’t be distracted or interrupted as no other employee enjoyed going too close to the Boss’ office.

❥ Yandere ! Boss who enjoys watching your focused expressions as you work, knowing he are indirectly causing those frown lines between your brows.

❥ Star Employee ! Reader who just wants their cold, mean boss to like them. He’s so much harsher on you than your lazy coworkers who do the bare minimum and go out for drinks, why doesn’t your Boss get on at them?

❥ Yandere ! Boss who gifts you hints of his smile when your quality of work grows under his firm guiding hand. Pleased that you are reacting so well to his feedback, and wondering just how well you would do under his direct control.

❥ Yandere ! Boss who grows irritant at the sight of you taking one of your breaks to stand by the water cooler and chat with your coworkers instead of working through it in hopes of not needing to stay back after hours like you usually do. Although he must admit, he has learned much about you through eavesdropping on your conversations, though he remains irritated all the same.

❥ Yandere ! Boss who has read and reread your file and memorised it word for word, knowing your full name, date of birth, past employment, and most importantly; address.

❥ Yandere ! Boss who may or may not drive by your home on occasion (every other day), especially on your days off which so happen to coincide with his.

❥ Yandere ! Boss who only agrees to go out for a drink if he knows you’re going, which is usually only on special occasions such as a birthday or promotion, otherwise you’re stuck in the office for hours long after your official work day finishes (with said Boss).

❥ Yandere ! Boss who rewards you for your work and immense effort with subtle praises which he quickly learn is a very effect form of motivation for you and is more than happy to indulge when the quality of your work meets his impossibly high expectations (impossible for any of your coworkers, at least).

❥ Yandere ! Boss who’s attitude gradually warms towards you, even letting the odd flirty comment be said once work is done and dusted.

❥ Yandere ! Boss who usually despises office gossip, utterly revelling in the rumours surrounding the two of you and your long after-hours stays in the office. Maybe leaving suggestions for the other employees to see and draw ideas from.

❥ Yandere ! Boss who is very assertive, especially about his feelings towards you and what your limited options entail, meanwhile you are all too happy to listen to every word your beloved Boss says. He’s always right, after all.

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dreaming-about-fanfictions · 2 years

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heavenly. ~ morpheus x reader (18+)

Summary: There are no words for how heavenly the sight of Morpheus falling apart underneath you is. II smut

Words: 719

Warnings: smut smut smut

Pairing: Morpheus x fem!Reader

Head thrown back, eyes closed, lips parted, hair tousled – a memory of your hands gripping it when he slid inside of you –, Morpheus is a sight for the Gods as you move on his lap.

The sounds escaping his mouth when you leave a trail of kisses on his neck are downright heavenly and the way he grabs your thighs, fingers burying themselves into the softness of them, makes you shiver.

The moonlight dimly illuminates his pale face and the stars and galaxies move slowly in the inside of his coat that he spread underneath you. When your name falls from his lips, soft and murmured like a prayer not meant for your ears, he shows you his true essence for the first time, becoming the very definition of a dream.

You lean back, looking for support on his legs, to see him better, to drink up his presence, drown in his sounds, melt in his touch.

“You’re distracted.” It’s a statement or an accusation, you’re not sure but it bothers you nonetheless. You don’t want him talking, you want to hear what sounds you can draw out of the Endless with the simple movement of your hips.

His eyes are now open, hands holding on even tighter. You don’t stop and feel him shudder. “I’m watching you,” you whisper into the night, a smile tugging on your lips. “Not such a bad idea after all, wasn’t it?”

He hears the challenge in your tone, the spark in his eyes tells you and the raspy tone confirms it. “I still prefer you underneath me, my love.”

You roll your eyes and your rhythm changes. You speed up, hips moving in the most delicious way and it makes him fucking moan. “Keep telling yourself that,” you chuckle, knowing full well that he will get back at you for this later on. But now, he is too occupied with the way you feel all around him.

Your breath hitches when he presses you down onto him and his hips rock up. A curse leaves your mouth that turns into whimpers and soft moans as he moves with you. One of his hands travels down but you push it away. He groans.

“Later,” you murmur. Now, you want to see him being lost in you, want to see him unravel. The thrill that rushes through your body feels unreal – it’s the pure thought of the God of Dreams, an Endless, falling apart from your touches, that turn you on even more.

Morpheus is close, you can feel it. His voice grows darker, his moans louder, and in your own body, the knot tightens. It tightens and tightens and when his movements begin to lose control, become more erratic with each thrust, it doesn’t take long for you to see stars in front of your eyes. You come, soft and trembling, back arching and with his name on your lips. He follows you shortly after and fuck, you just know that the image of him will never leave you again.

The waves of your orgasm wash over you and suddenly you lack any strength to hold yourself up any longer. He wraps an arm around you when you sink down to rest on his chest. He’s still breathing heavily, even when his fingers trace lazy lines on the skin of your body. You smile.

“You are awfully proud of yourself right now, aren’t you?”

The smile only widens at his words. “I have every right to be, Dream Lord,” you tease him. “I proved you wrong.”

He laughs silently underneath you. “Did you now?”

“Mhh,” you make and prop yourself up on the elbows. “Admit it, you loved having me on top of you.”

He watches you, mischief in his eyes. “Not more than having you underneath me.”

“As if. I believe the whole Dreaming heard you just now.”

He moves quick. So quick that you can’t help but yelp as he flips you over, pinning your wrists above your head. His lips hover about yours, his breath a ghostly touch, and your heart starts to beat faster. “My love, it doesn’t matter if they heard me. They didn’t hear you,” he murmurs, “and I believe that is the true shame here.”

They hear you after that, Morpheus makes sure of that.

thank you for reading! <3

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noyasmashing · 15 days

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I LOVE YOUR FICS OMGGGG 😭😭

could u write like kageyama where he has like a high prestige (??) especially when he's being sub on the bed, he wouldn't let out his moan but finally being such a loud and whiny baby when u flick his nipples with ur tongue and play with his sensitive member 😭😭😭

IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG 😓

ALSO!! I know my writing keeps switching from past to present tense-it’s a bad habit i’ve had but i’m too lazy to fix it, plz just ignore

CW: Dom reader, nipple play, gn!reader, some crying, hand job, a bit of marking of you squint

Tobio was quietly slumped in the corner of the sofa, nestled comfortably between the cushions. His gaze was fixed on you, as you were completely engrossed in the movie playing on the screen. The tension in the room was intense, and you could sense his longing for your attention.

As an advertisement briefly interrupted the film, you glanced over at him. His face contorted into a pouty expression, clearly communicating his feelings without saying a word. The sight almost made you laugh, but you didn’t want to make him feel bad.

You pushed yourself up from your spot at the opposite end of the sofa and made your way towards him. "Tobioo," you coo’d softly, causing him to nibble on the inside of his cheek. For the first time since the movie started, he looked away from you.

"W-what?" he stuttered, sounding slightly annoyed at your attempt to engage with him despite his obvious staring.

"You're hard," you purred, draping one leg over his lap, you settled yourself on top of him. He didn't meet your gaze, but he nodded silently, looking down at his fidgety hands.

You used your palms to steady yourself on his shoulders, dipping down to his level, until your eyes finally met. You closed the gap with a controlled kiss that quickly turned messy as Tobio greedily took in your tongue. Sweaty hands clasped at your shirt desperately, his needy reaction giving away everything he was feeling in that moment.

Pulling away gingerly, your hands clinged at the hem of his shirt, while his pants for air fanned your neck. "Can I take this off?"

A breathy "yes" escaped him. You could feel his needy erection pressing against you through his pants. But he would have to wait a little longer.

You lifted his cotton shirt up, over his head, unintentionally ruffling up his hair in the cutest way. But what was even cuter was his perky pink nipples that made you grin. Noticing your expression, he shrunk under your intense gaze, not wanting to admit the effect you had on his body.

Tobio couldn’t help but let out a sharp gasp, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Your tongue teased his collarbone, tracing a path of tantalizing warmth against his pale flesh. Simultaneously, your hand skillfully worked to free his erection from the confines of his underwear, eliciting a shiver of anticipation from him.

Drawing your teasing mouth away from his sensitive skin, you took a moment to prepare, spitting into your hand to use as lube. The sight made Tobio's breath hitch, an embarrassing whine escaping him. He reached out to put a hand on his mouth to stifle any sounds that threatened to escape, but you quickly snatched his hand away, ensuring he couldn't silence himself.

“Do I need to tie your hands up again?” You questioned harshly, your thumb teasing his slit that was dripping with pre-cum. The intensity of your touch sent a shiver down his spine, “no please, ‘m sorry!” pleading not to face the humiliation of being bound by harsh ropes.

You hummed content with his response, tongue pressing firmly against one of his cute nipples. He wanted to try to stop you, but the pleasure was too much to care, causing his mouth to go all slack, eyes helplessly rolling back, with a needy whine.

Restraining himself from thrusting into your hand, he struggled with the unfamiliar sensation of being touched in such an intimate area. As you continued to suck and bite lightly, his back arched, granting you better access to his sensitive nipples.

“Your nipples are so cute! You look so pretty like this!” You enthusiastically praised rolling one between your index and your thumb, his eyelashes fluttered, tips of his ears flushed with heat, his thighs quivering as moans spilled from his parted lips.

He hated how much he loved your words, he wanted to be pretty for you. All he could do to respond was let out the loudest, prettiest, “Ahh- nghh!” He had completely lost himself in the moment when your wrist twisting back and forth as you focus on his red tip.

That, combined with the biting at sucking from your mouth, not to mention your free hand teasing his chest, occasionally running over his hard nipple, was too much for him.

"[N-name], please I-I... it's- gonna cum!" he rambled, his hips involuntarily buckling into your firm palm. The desperation in his voice was palpable as his member throbbed and twitched with the need for release. With skilled hands, you focused on his sensitive tip, eliciting pretty whimpers from him. “Did I say you could cum?” You asked harshly dragging your mouth away from his chest.

He let out a pitiful cry, tears threatening to fall from his long lashes. His most pretty tactic to get some of your compassion.

“Ah, n-no, no you didn’t-fuck fuck fuck!”

"You know what I want to hear," You sing, running your finger up and down his weeping cock. He stops his eyes from rolling back, but his head fell back onto the couch as he let out a pained sob.

“Nghhh, can I cum please? I wanna so bad, it hurts, please [name], please.” He shamelessly begs, his prestige melting away from the intense pleasure you placed under him.

You nodded with smile at his words, “Cum for me, my good boy,” You encouraged, and with that thick white ropes of cum coated his tummy. His body trembled with the force of his orgasm, instinctively attempting to close his thighs, but you held him in place. The intimacy of the moment hung heavy in the air, the aftermath of pleasure leaving Tobio vulnerable and undone under your touch.

This time, it was him to speak up, “uh—can you do…do that again.”

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garoujo · 2 years

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COCKWARMING — GENSHIN IMPACT

feat : diluc, childe, itto, kazuha + xiao

ღ warnings — f!reader, cock warming, needy boys, some making out, itto obviously has no self control, not proof read cos i’m lazy sorree :,) lemme know if i missed anything !!!

ღ note — hewo yes i changed the colour of my header again coz yk … i wanted it to be a lil more neutral like my blog :3

・✶ ｡ﾟDILUC RAGNVINDR

diluc loves being wrapped in you after a long day, even sometimes when he’s at the winery or sat in his quarters and you come in looking all pretty … he can’t help but pat his lap, giving you an expectant look as his hand smoothes up your thigh, but everytime he has to desperately hold onto his self control.

“you are s-so beautiful.” diluc grunts when you sink yourself deeper onto his cock, his fingers digging into the squish of your hips as helps to ease you down. he feels like a mesh of sensations and limbs whenever it comes to you, sparks and squeezes — kisses and sexuality, he can’t help but lose himself in the soft kiss of your thighs against his or the rhythmic sways of your hips that let him feel more of you.

the moan that falls from his lips is almost shameless when you sink onto him completely, twitching around the blunt head of his cock as he smears hot, messy kisses along your cheeks — easing you with the stretch while his fingers draw mindless shapes along your skin, squeezing ever so slightly to keep you close. you feel his fingers curl over your thighs and into the give of your ass, and diluc lets his head rest back against his chair as you unbutton the top buttons of his shirt for him— the room suddenly becoming warmer than it once was. “unbelievable, that you’re all mine, i mean.”

he can feel the alluring press of your whimpers when you lean into kiss him, making his cock throb from his place nestled inside of you as he grits his teeth, groaning as he feels a familiar heat burst along his chest and neck. he’s unable to stop the way his hips chase more of you as he bites down on his lower lip — muffling a grunt when he rolls his cock into your pussy and he feels like he’s just tasted heaven when the moan that falls from your lips feels like it drips through him. “apologies, it’s h-hard to control myself around you.”

・✶ ｡ﾟTARTAGLIA / CHILDE

he loves cock warming you but will also absolutely loves having the opportunity to tease you how he likes — even though he’s so desperately trying to hide how much your tight walls are affecting him, especially when they’re squeezing around his sensitive cock so tight.

“getting impatient are we?” childe goads, smirking up at you while you straddle his lap, pretty pussy stretched around his cock after he decided he had to get a little closer to you after a long day. he’s almost insufferable, almost, you know he’s teasing you — deliberately grazing his cock along the swollen spots inside of you that have your thighs twitching, needy mewls falling from your lips like drunken prayers just so he can tell you he’s “oh don’t mind me, just getting comfortable.” through one of his handsome smirks.

the way he rocks into you is calculated, feeling his fingertips graze down the length of your spine before he’s pulling you closer — deeper against his so you can feel how well he fills you at this angle. but he’s not the only one who can tease, so you don’t think twice about tracing your fingers along childe’s jawline, making sure to trace them under the collar of his shirt, teasing where he’s undone the first few buttons and you watch him swallow heavy before he’s biting on his lower lip, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

but you’re not done until you’re deliberately grinding yourself down on his lap, your doughy pussy squeezing around his cock until his head is dropping back and you can hear the way he tries so desperately to swallow a groan, one that’s low and ragged and makes your toes curl from where you’re sat. “now, now.. don’t play with me, sweet girl.”

・✶ ｡ﾟARATAKI ITTO

he thinks the idea is so nice, like cuddling except better because he gets to rest his big, heavy cock in you? except you’re so warm and he’s already so hard when he sinks into you — it’s almost instinctive, the twitch of his hips and the way he’s gritting his teeth, balls twitching and so desperate to be emptied …

“pffff—no way i can definitely do it, babe.” was what itto had said a few moments ago when you’d brought up the idea, but now, when you’re trembling from the initial thick spread of his cock, you can already see his resolve crumbling. it only takes a few seconds before his hips are twitching and he’s tugging you into the movement with a strong flex of his biceps, holding you against his broad chest as you straddle his lap.

he’s so big, needy and he already feels dumb with how tight your pussy is squeezing him, it’s like you’re asking—begging him to move, to flip you over and fuck you and itto feels like he’s about to lose his fucking mind. “holy shit, have you always been this tight, baby? phew—i dont r-remember you bein’ this tight, oh yeah that feels so good.”

you can feel the couch creak behind the force of his ‘accidental’ thrusts and tugs, feeling the way his hot breath is fanning along your neck — his face stuffed into the dip of your shoulder as he pants like a wild animal. but even his needy grins and humps feel so good with how well he fills you, and you know he’s not going to last much longer. so you give him a teasing little bounce when you feel the throb of his cock, pulling a growl from your oni boyfriend before he’s manoeuvring you with pure, frenzied need. “n-no fair, baby. you kept teasing me, hhnn—you planned for this outcome didn’t you, right?”

・✶ ｡ﾟKAEDEHARA KAZUHA

he loooves it, sometimes he just loves sinking into you — smoothing his hands along your body as he worships you, places kisses along your skin and pours praises around you that feel like honey when his cock is twitching inside of you. he could stay like this all day, wrapped in you.

it feels so content, the way kazuha leans forward to capture you in a breathless kiss, hands roaming around your bare back as he squishes his chest against your own. you’re almost shivering from the lack of real stimulation, the feeling of his featherlight touches along your skin only making you even more desperate for him to touch you in other places and he knows that, you can tell with the way he’s smiling against your lips, sighing dreamily when he pulls another intoxicating whisper of his name from you.

“you’re so warm.” he whimpers in your ear, pressing closer until his body is almost wound around yours and your fingers are twisting in his hair, trying to push your pussy down deeper around his cock and you hear his voice wobble with his next exhale.

“you’re so cute.” kazuha sighs, brow crumbling as his arms flex around where they’re keeping you close to him, watching the way you shiver and whine for him only intensifying the dizzy spin he feels in his mind as he melts into you — completely infatuated with the way your lips are still moving against his as he lets his tongue glide against your own, feeling your walls tremble around his cock.

・✶ ｡ﾟXIAO

he loves the idea, especially when he’s tired and sore and you’re slinking into his lap telling him you know what’ll make him feel better. it does, you do but he’s so sensitive and you’re so warm, panting as you sink down onto him — his fingertips already gripping you tight to keep you still before he loses it.

xiao can’t help the desperate rise and fall of his chest from where it’s pressed against your back, his arms hooked around your waist as he keeps you close — his cock twitching inside of your tight, warm walls. “s-stop squirming.” he can feel the back of his neck stinging with a flush when he twitches inside of you, whimpering from behind gritted teeth as he tries to bury how needy he sounds into your skin — hoping you don’t notice the way you’re able to reduce him to putty so easily.

but there’s an anxious restlessness in his fingertips, feeling them squeeze at your waist every few seconds like he’s desperately trying to stop himself from gripping you tighter — rolling his hips into you just so he can feel the way your pussy clenches around him the deeper he goes. but the way you purr for him, melt into his touch like nobody ever has — it has xiao dizzy, yearning to take more of what you offer him while he can.

your warmth around his cock and the feeling of his skin being pressed against yours eases him as much as it excites him, but when he feels you grind back into him — pulling another muffled moan from his parted lips, he’s almost embarrassed with how quickly he feels his cock throb inside of you, hissing with his next breath as his arms around you pull you closer. “i s-said.. stop moving.”

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psychedelic-ink · 6 months

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ㅤㅤㅤ✦ 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒

ㅤㅤmike schmidt x f!reader

genre: smut, minors dni, pwp

word count: 1.8k

summary: mike is in some dire need of control in his life, and you're prepared to give that to him.

warnings: soft bondage, unprotected piv, oral (mike receiving), dirty talk, good girl, mike thoroughly enjoying you begging, creampie

a/n: i've been thinking about this man's tie for way too long, i had to do something about it. i also blame @cupofjoel for fully dragging me down this new hyperfixation. You can thank her for reminding me that Mike has a squeaky bed 💜

**divider made by @saradika xx

You sit patiently on top of Mike’s squeaky bed. It’s a gray morning. Clouds hover thick above the city, soft rain droplets hitting the window panels. You look out, observe each and every drop that trickles down. You miss him. It’s been a rough month, his new job at Freddy Fazbear’s really hammering the fact that Mike’s not well. His guilt and grief heightening with every passing night. Which was why you offered that Abby should stay with your roommate, at least for one night, and Abby adored staying at your place. You had even bought her a brand new sketchbook and a new set of crayons.

Finally, the door creaks and without even meaning to you jump. The sky is darker than ever now, the rain getting heavier by the minute. Your eyes shift to the entrance of the bedroom, only to see a tired Mike staring back at you.

“Hey,” he greets you, voice hoarse from lack of sleep. “Sorry, I’m late.”

“Long night?”

“Yeah.”

He shuts the door behind him and makes his way to you while loosening his tie. Your eyes linger over his hands, his neck. Mike swallows thickly, and your mouth dries at the sight of his Adam’s apple moving. You part your legs and he drops to his knees between them, he cradles your face so soft that your heart stutters a bit. His thumb draws lazy circles over your skin before he brings you to his lips, tongue slipping into your mouth and tasting you. “Missed you,” he gasps, following the confession with another kiss.

Mike drags his lips down to your neck, sucking the sensitive skin, a breathy moan escapes your lips. “Missed you too,” you answer. Your fingers move down the fabric of his tie, you twist your wrists, circling the smooth and cold material around your skin. “Use me,” you whisper into his mouth. “Show me how much you missed me.”

When you’re as desperate for control as Mike is, it’s hard to resist such a request.

He tugs at the tie, it slips away smoothly from underneath his collar and finds its place around your wrists. Not too tight and not too loose. He makes a hurried knot, the type that you know he’ll be struggling to loosen when all of this is over.

Mike stands and takes a step back, his forefinger hooked around the tie, he pulls you along with him. Your breath catches as you fall to your knees. His cock strains against the fabric of his pants and all you can do is stare. Arousal builds between your legs, your thighs helplessly moving against each other for some kind of relief. Lips parted, Mike pulls down your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb and then follows the outline of it.

“So pretty,” he says. “Are you going to be good for me?”

“Yes.”

His lips press together with a curt nod. You can see the muscles in his jaw tensing, the veins in his neck more visible compared to how they usually are. With one hand he unzips himself, your heart beats rapidly as the same hand slips underneath the waistband. His pants slip down a bit, exposing more skin. Pulling out his cock, he strokes himself only inches away from your face. Precome gathers at the tip. The head a beautiful shade of red. You try to remember when was the last time you got to enjoy each other this way and you can’t.

Mike lifts your arms by the tie, “Open your mouth.” And you do. You stick out your tongue as he slips into your wanting mouth. He thrusts shallowly in and out, teasing you, using you just like you asked. Your eyes flutter, his cock going deeper down your throat, his head falls back.

Your fingers twitch and you desperately want to touch yourself. Your underwear dampens with slick, your nipples rising with attention. Mike buries himself into you with fervor, hips snapping into the heat of your mouth. You finally close your lips around him, sucking him hard as the bulbous head of his cock makes you gag around him.

“Fuck—” He holds himself deep inside, your nose buried in the curls, your nostrils flare as you try to breathe. Your body shudders. Come and saliva drips from the corner of your lips, a mess that goes down the column of your neck. “Feels so good baby. . . look at me.”

You do but barely. Your eyes tear up as you meet his heavy gaze. The brown of his eyes looks almost black. His brows knit together and he pulls out, only to shove every bit of himself inside, he moans with his eyes still fixed on yours and you choke. “Fuck,” he groans. “Fuck fuck fuck. Why do you always have to feel so good?”

Suddenly your mouth is left empty and you gasp for air. Your arms fall limply on to your lap. Mike hastily kicks off his boxers and pants, his cock wet and glistening.

“Get on the bed,” he orders. “On your side. I want to see you when I fuck you.”

Very clumsily, you get to your feet and move to the bed. The springs squeak at the added weight, the sound nearly buried by the noise of the rain but not quite. Mike rips of his shirt and your stomach bottoms out. His hands squeeze your ass before he tugs off your sweatpants and panties. You gasp at the sudden cool air. Body both cold and aflame. His cock presses against the base of your spine while he gets behind you. His hand nudges between your thighs, lifting one leg over his waist. He feels how wet you are. Feels how badly you want him. With two fingers he plays with your puffy clit, lazily stroking the sensitive nub until a fresh gush of wetness coats him.

“That’s it. . .” he coos, warm breath fanning your ear. “Such a good, obedient girl.”

Squeezing your eyes shut, you whimper. Your hips roll back, blood rushing to your ears, a hum fills them. You need him so badly that it hurts. Too long. It’s been too long.

“Mike. . . please. . .”

“Please,” he mimics you, amused. “God I love the sound of you begging. And actually listening,” he kisses the space right behind your ear. It tickles. “Just one more time, what do you want? Ask very nicely.”

“Please fuck me. Please.”

He makes a sound of approval, you feel the press of his forehead against the back of your neck without a word, he fills you to the brim. You’re so wet that he slides in with ease. Your back arches, your jaw grows slack. Pleasure washing over you and licking the base of your neck. His cock throbs balls deep inside of you.

“Mike,” you whimper. “God, Mike—”

He takes hold of your chin and forcefully twists you enough to meet his gaze. His one hand slides up your shirt and grabs your breast as he crashes your lips together. His tongue moves eagerly, hips rocking into you. The bed creaks with his every thrust. But you’re too far gone to care about the neighbors. He fucks you until all the air exits your lungs and you part away from his lips, he keeps your head turned to him, watching your eyes become glazed as he hammers into your deeper—harder.

“Touch yourself,” he says into your mouth. “Make a mess, baby.”

Another moan drops from your lips when his cock hits you just right, your body quivers and you can barely register what he’s saying. He pinches one of your pebbled nipples and your cunt tightens around him. His pacing slowing down into a leisure roll of hips.

“If you don’t listen I’m going to stop,” he says, a threat made with the softest of voices. “You don’t want me to stop now do you?”

“N—No. . .”

“Then touch yourself.”

Sniffling, you move your tied hands between your legs. You start to draw tight circles around yourself, your body clenches and your eyes flutter closed. Feels so good. Your cunt flutters around him and his lips touch your cheek, a choked groan made into your skin.

Mike resumes the pacing of his thrusts. The springs of the bed protesting loudly at the force of his hips. His hand trails down to your stomach and squeezes the soft flesh, the drag of his cock along with the sloppy fingering of your clit makes your head spin. Wet squelches echeo in the room. You’re so close—So damn close—

You cry out, his name dropping from you lips over and over like a chant. You cunt clamps down around him, gushing as he fucks you through it. Your hands ball into fists, your body pushing against his thrusts. He shoves his tongue between your lips and ruts into you, he whimpers. You feel the swell of his cock, his muscles growing taut.

“Gonna—gonna come—” He hisses through grit teeth, his hips jerk once, twice and by the third time he’s spilling inside, teeth sinking into your neck as he moans loudly. The sounds he makes accompanied by the squeaking bed.

Your eyes roll to the back of your skull. Your entire body loose and pliant to his touch. Your breath hitches. Your pussy still squeezing and fluttering around him as he continues to come. He peppers your skin with soft kisses, licking the salt of your skin.

Mike pulls out with a groan and flips you to your back, he unties your hands, “God, you gotta stop me coming inside,” he huffs, albeit a bit unheartedly. He spreads your legs, watching your glistening cunt overflowing with come. With a heady faze, he pushes it back inside. “You do look good like this, can’t deny that.”

“Happy that you’re enjoying the view,” you smile. “Now, come here.”

You spread your arms and he lays on top of you, nuzzling your neck. You hold him tight as his hands lazily caress your hip. “Do you feel better?”

“I do,” his eyelids grow heavier and heavier, the long night finally catching up to him. Rain still hits the windows, lulling you both into sleep. “We should take a shower,” he mumbles.

“In a bit,” you say, playing with the messy strands of his hair. “I’ll wake you, just rest a bit for me alright?”

“Yeah. . . okay.”

It doesn’t take him long to start snowing softly into your skin. Very slowly, you manage to pull a blanket over you both, his come sticky between your legs. Lighting strikes, the room filling with a sudden burst of light. The following roar of thunder doesn’t bother you.

Seconds later you also fall into the sweet embrace of sleep. The promise to wake him soon forgotten as the two of you find solace in each other’s arms.

#mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt x fem!reader #mike schmidt x f!reader #mike schmidt fanfiction #josh hutcherson character fanfic #fnaf movie fanfic

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abiiors · 1 year

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Cold Shower

Warnings: minors dni!!! Smut, unprotected smut, she/her pronouns, the word “juxtaposition” appears because this is matty’s pov sorry. a bit cringe ngl (the foreplay bit is good tho)

wc: 2.1k

Heat has settled like a heavy blanket all over the house.

All day Matty has been trying to figure out what’s wrong with the air conditioning. He’s not much of a handyman to begin with and now the thought of having to sacrifice his lazy day with her on stupid household appliances makes him fume even more.

He’s only wearing thin cotton boxers, yet sweat trickles down his back in rivulets and gathers at the base of his spine. He would have gone for a swim if the sun weren’t so blazing hot outside. Instead, his mind wanders back to her and what she might be doing up in the bedroom.

Before he left her to go inspect the sudden lack of cool air, they had both been in bed; legs intertwined, her fingers brushing his chest occasionally, his drawing circles on her hips as they both read their books. Well, he read his giant Serious book while she read her smutty trashy romance. And while he always teased her about it, he couldn’t help abandoning his book to peak into hers.

Right as the couple on paper have their first passionate kiss in the rain.

His frustration grows as he thinks of the soft surprised sounds she makes every time there’s unexpected intimacy on the page, almost as if she’s experiencing it herself. The way she ends up lightly gnawing on her bottom lip to stop herself from grinning wide. Matty teases her about that too; actually, he doesn’t stop teasing her until she inevitably chucks the book at him and hides her face in the pillow.

He abandons all thoughts of fixing the AC and makes his way back to the bedroom.

‘It’s hopeless,’ he announces loudly before he even properly enters the room, ‘I’ll call someone tomorrow but we can get a hotel room if it’s too hot for you…’ Matty trails off when there’s no response. Instead, there’s soft, even breathing.

Her long legs are sprawled on top of the sheets, naked entirely apart from the very short hipster shorts that she wears around the house to combat the heat. And right now, they do wonders for Matty’s imagination as he stares at the curve of her ass. Then slowly at the thin tank top that sticks to the contours of her body, to the loose hair that flutter on her neck. She’s almost asleep. Almost, if it weren’t for the restless pout on her face.

‘Baby…’ he moves towards her.

‘Hmm?’ she responds sleepily and the soft sound makes his blood rush down south.

‘Are you sleepy?’ He sits at the edge of the bed and takes her feet in his lap, moves one finger up her calf and watches her squirm a little.

‘No,’ she smiles at him, ‘just lazy. I can’t really sleep in this heat,’ then suddenly she remembers and props herself up on her forearm. ‘What happened to the AC?’

He shrugs, ‘I’m not a handyman.’

‘Then you’re not coming anywhere near me today,’ she shrugs in return, ‘it’s so hot I can’t even think about cuddling right now.’

‘Oh, absolutely not,’ he grabs her leg and pulls her towards him. She shrieks and laughs when he falls on top of her, sweaty bodies colliding as Matty attacks her with kisses all over her face and finally as he captures her mouth in his.

Lying on top of her doesn’t really help with his…situation. If anything, he can feel the front of his boxers tightening as she sighs into the kiss.

‘Babe, I know what you want,’ she speaks against his mouth, ‘but I think I'm going to melt into a puddle if we keep going.’ He’s about to open his mouth to make a lewd joke but she shuts him up with a glare. ‘Not in a good way.’

‘Alright then.’ He hooks an arm under her legs and before she has the chance to question it, she’s up in the air, being thrown over his shoulder while he practically beelines to the bathroom.

Her ass is up in the air, right in front of his face while he fumbles with the shower controls. He expects more shrieks and laughter as soon as the cold water hits them. Instead, she lets out a loud moan that shoots straight to his dick.

‘Fuck,’ she sighs again, ‘this feels so good!’

He lowers her gently, noses touching each other as droplets of water cling to her eyelashes and rest on her lips. ‘Better than this?’

Matty grinds his hips into hers and groans softly when she throws her head back. The water has already soaked through her top making it translucent. Her nipples stand out against the white fabric, pebbled and pink. ‘Nothing is better than this,’ she whispers and kisses him deeply.

His movements are frantic, a hand coming up to protect her head as he slams her back against the wall and deepens the kiss. His tongue flicks against her lips, tasting the water and remnants of her lip balm while she palms him through his boxers.

‘Off with these,’ she moves her hands frantically, ‘I need to feel you.’

And he needs to feel her too; so desperately that he might just try to rip her clothes off her. She tastes sweet; like the honeycomb ice cream she had been eating earlier. They don’t break the feverish kisses as he shimmies out of his boxers and Matty shivers when her hand wraps around him.

‘Fuck!’ he groans loudly in her hair, momentarily forgetting everything as she moves her hands up and down his length. ‘Darling, you feel s–so good.’

Then almost as if he has snapped back to his senses, he hooks a finger under the band of her shorts and peels away the soaked fabric from her body. Wet curls fall into his eyes, partially obstructing his view of her but it’s not like he can keep his eyes open for long as she strokes him over and over.

A loud gasp fills the bathroom when his fingers touch her swollen clit. Her grip on him goes slack, hands stilling in place as she moans out his name. Fingers moving, in circles, over her slit and parting her folds, he basks in the way his name sounds from her mouth.

Matty, Matty, Matty… again and again and again, every time he teases her entrance with his fingers and grips her waist to keep her from falling.

‘Need you, Matty,’ she whines, ‘please, PLEASE.’ And she sounds so sweet begging for him that he plunges her fingers in and kisses her hungrily to swallow her moans.

He nearly moans in return when she clenches around his fingers, tight and wet and needy; always needy for more. He imagines how she would feel around his dick, although he knows the feel of her very well. All the groves and contours of her body, the way she tastes everywhere, the way she sounds depending on where he touches her. Her back arches off the wall, tits brushing onto his bare chest and he increases his pace.

‘Perfect girl,’ he tells her, ‘my gorgeous, perfect girl.’

She becomes more and more like putty in his hands with each thrust of his fingers. His body screams to be closer to her, closer than he already is but he needs to see her fall apart around his fingers first and by the looks of it, she’s not far away.

‘I’m so close, baby,’ she whimpers and buries her face in his chest, ‘harder, please, ple—’ the words turn into a strangled scream when he roughly flicks her clit with his thumb.

‘That’s it darling,’ he encourages, ‘be a good girl now.’

She tries to hold on longer, almost as if she’s savouring the feeling of his fingers inside her, wanting to stay in this moment as long as possible. But he hooks his fingers inside her, and finally broken moans and gasps echo around the room as Matty feels her cum all over his hand.

He is so tempted to bring the hand up to his mouth and get a taste but he keeps moving his fingers in and out. Lets her ride it out until she can finally open her eyes.

Then, as if he’s possessed, he holds out the hand in front of her. ‘Lick it clean,’ he rasps, low and barely restrained, still a command. ‘All of it.’

Her cheeks flush and he almost laughs at the juxtaposition. Seconds ago she had been screaming all sorts of obscene things and now the thought of licking her own release off his hand is what makes her blush. But she maintains steady eye contact with him, pupils dilated, eyes wide, water clinging to her eyelashes as she slowly does as she’s told. Then, for extra measure, swirls her tongue around his fingers and hollows her cheeks to suck them clean.

‘You’ll be the death of me, you know?’ he groans softly and her answering hum sends a jolt through his whole body.

‘Kiss me?’ she asks sweetly once she’s done.

And Matty’s more than eager. Now all he tastes is sweet honeycomb ice cream mixed with the taste of her and for a moment all other thoughts go out the window. That is until she pumps him harder and lines him up against her once again.

‘Want me inside you again?’ he smirks.

‘Will you give me what I want if I say yes?’ she asks coyly.

Matty moves closer, trapping her between him and the wall, and makes sure that his very hard cock sits right between her folds. The sensation intense enough to drive both of them crazy but he’s relentless and determined.

‘Oh how generous of you,’ he teases and presses onto her further. She moans again and looks at him desperately.

‘I want you, I want you, I’ll keep saying it,’ she breathes, ‘I want–fuck,’ he pushes his tip inside and nudges her to continue.

‘You…’ she moans right in his ear as he pushes in the rest of the way.

For one tender moment, his heart swells at the thought of her wanting him so much. Her saying it to him over and over again, and not just in the bedroom. Not just for sex.

But then she drags her nails down his back and all tender thoughts fly out of his head. Matty unleashes himself, thrusting into her over and over, recklessly, hard and fast. What was meant to be slow love making on a hot summer day has turned into so much more.

The shampoo bottles fall and clatter on the floor as she grabs the rack to support herself. But he doesn’t slow down and she doesn’t tell him to slow down. She leaves scratches on his back; a reward and an encouragement. Softly bites onto his shoulder to muffle her screams. And although he would love to be all marked up for the whole world to see, he wants to hear her screaming his name much much more.

‘Louder, baby,’ he commands, ‘the louder you scream for me, the harder you get it.’

Instantly, she obliges and lets go of all inhibitions. There’s only her and her scent that surrounds him and her voice that echoes over and over again.

They grab at each other frantically, like they would fall apart if either let go until some body wash clatters to the floor and she laughs.

‘God, Matty, you drive me crazy,’ she whimpers as she clenches around him one more time, tighter and tighter. She’s on the edge again, ready to let go again.

‘Cum for me again, baby,’ Matty whispers in her ear and bites her earlobe, ‘I know you want to.’

She nods with her eyes closed, breathing hard. And he keeps thrusting into her at a bruising pace even when she falls apart for the second, on and on and on till the pressure at the base of his spine almost makes him lose it.

‘Matty,’ she pants but she’s incapable of forming words, forming any thoughts. So cock-drunk and blissed out that he moans at the expression on her face. Moments later, his legs tremble as he feels himself spill into her over and over again. Until all he sees is black for a solid two seconds.

Miraculously, they hold each other up on shaking, trembling legs; still locked together, panting in tandem. The shower is still running; even now when the water is nice and cold, both of them feel the heat coursing through their veins.

‘God, we’re like animals in heat,’ she laughs into his chest. ‘We were supposed to cool down!’

‘We will,’ he kisses the top of her head, ‘in five more minutes. Or ten more minutes. Or whenever I can bring myself to move away from you.’

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bloatedandalone04 · 1 year

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Fever Dream

➪the one where you and hayden celebrate his birthday.

Warnings: fluff, domestic af, hayden being adorable

Happy 42nd birthday to the man himself <3

Word Count: 1.2k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine <3

The light from the sun lit up the room, the recently opened curtains doing nothing to keep the heat or brightness out.

That wasn’t what woke him up, though.

Oh, no. The sudden weight on Hayden’s waist was what did that.

His eyes opened and instantly landed on you, the grin you wore making a smile form on his lips that he had no control over. His hand reaches out and runs over the skin of your thigh, his fingers lazily drawing various shapes as he gazes up at you. “Good morning,” you say cheerfully, looking down at the ring that hadn’t left his finger since the day you slid it on there. It was a match to one of the two on your own finger, with the exception of his band being a little wider than yours.

“Morning, baby,” he mumbles back, rubbing his eye with his free hand and looking at the alarm clock on the nightstand. It read 9:23 in the morning and Hayden was surprised you were up before him as you were usually not a morning person whatsoever. “You’re up early.”

You nod and watch as he turns back around to face you, pushing the comforter down a bit and exposing his bare chest.

“What’s the occasion?” He asked with a small smirk, already knowing the answer.

“Only the most important day of the year,” you answer, placing your palms flat against his chest, your fingers gently digging into the defined lines. “The one day I can spoil you without having to hear you complain about it.”

Hayden hummed, wrapping his hands around your wrists and giving them a sharp tug that had you falling against him. Your chest pressed to his as his hands moved to your waist, keeping you close to him with a lazy grin on his face. “I’m still going to complain about it,”

His hair was messy, his eyes half open and his face glowing from getting a decent amount of sleep. He looked perfect. He looked damn near edible.

Your eyes flicker over every freckle that littered his face before landing on his lips, the same ones you kissed for hours on end last night. Lifting yourself higher on him, you press a chaste kiss to his mouth before pulling away all together and straddling his hips once again.

He pouted at the short lived kiss, making you place one hand over his mouth when he tried to lean up and connect your lips once more. Keeping your hand pressed against him, you reach behind you with your other and grab the gift bag you bought earlier in the week.

You squeal in surprise when you feel his tongue stick out and lick a stripe up your palm, quickly pulling your hand away with a look of fake disgust on your face. “Ew, gross,” you laugh quietly, wiping your hand on his shirt that you stole the night before.

You never thought you’d be one of those girls who wore their boyfriends clothing, but here you were. Hayden owned so many t-shirts, all so different from each other, it was hard to resist slipping one over your head every once in a while. Plus, they smelled like him - a smell that became your favorite scent in the world.

He didn’t seem to mind, either, as his pupils grew every time he saw one of his shirts cascading down your body. They were always so big on you, something that brought out a possessive side to him that he didn’t even know he had until he met you.

You place the bag on his chest with a smile on your lips. “Happy birthday!”

Hayden grins up at you, his eyes squinting slightly due to the sunlight. “Thank you,” he carelessly pulled away the blue tissue paper you so carefully tucked away in the bag and grabbed the glass mug from inside. He shook his head as he looked at it, reading the cheesy pun that was printed on both sides of it.

“Now you have another one to have on display since you refuse to actually use them,” you tease, laughing when he rolled his eyes.

“I’m saving them for retirement,” came his reply, one you’ve heard countless times now. “And I don’t want to accidentally break one.”

“Well, lucky for you,” you trail off, shrugging your shoulders and making the shirt fall off a bit, exposing your bare shoulder to the chilled air of the room. “To accidentally break one, you’d actually have to use it first.”

Hayden took one hand off the mug and gave the side of your thigh a gentle slap, making you jolt forward in surprise. Your mouth shut as he set the item aside and reached in for the second object, pulling out a chain with a clasp on the end of it.

“Open it,” you encourage quietly, watching with a nervous smile as he did as you said. Inside the clasp was a small picture of the two of you on your wedding day, your smiles as wide as ever as he held onto you from behind. You bit down on your thumb as his smile grew, his eyes never leaving the picture. “That’s my favorite picture from that day.”

It just so happened to be the one you never got printed into a bigger version to hang on the wall amongst the others. You didn’t see the point of putting a picture he already saw everyday in the clasp and instead remembered that this specific one was pretty much one of a kind.

“Do you like it?” You ask once you realized he hadn’t said anything.

His blue eyes meet yours and he nods, the small smile never leaving his lips. “I love it,”

You sigh in relief and reach out to hold the chain in between your fingers. “I was thinking you could attach it to your keychain, or wherever, really. It’s totally up to you. Maybe you want to just keep it in your drawer or something,”

Hayden silenced your rambling by leaning up and pressing his lips to yours, effectively shutting you up. He pulled away slowly, his eyes opening and staring into yours. “Thank you, baby,”

The way he murmured the pet name had your heart beating rapidly in your chest and heat flooding your body. Before things could get too heated, you pulled away and swung your legs off the bed. “You’re welcome. Now, come on, I have our whole day planned-”

You were cut off by your own squeal as Hayden dropped the chain onto the sheets and wrapped his arms around your middle, pulling you back and nearly tossing you beside him on the bed.

Your head hit the soft comforter when you landed, his arms tightening around you as he moved to hover over you. The sheets fell from his body and pooled around his legs as he placed multiple open mouthed kisses on your neck. “We’re going to be late for breakfast,” you say through laughs, titling your head just slightly as he trailed his lips up to your jaw.

Hayden hummed, running his nose over your cheekbone, his hooded eyes meeting yours. “I’m sure whatever you had planned for breakfast would’ve been amazing,” he trailed off, grabbing your hands in his and pinning them above your head. His eyes flickered between yours and your lips, a cloud of lust quickly forming in the blue orbs. “But I’d rather have something else.”

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collinrobinsonsglasses · 4 months

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Hey babes!!! Love your work so much, keeping me going in this trying time (cancellation)

Ive had this silly little idea bouncing around for a while. I was thinking like Noble turned Pirate Reader x Izzy hands

maybe the reader is really good at sword-fighting and Izzy doesn't know how, with some angst but a happy ending? Im sure whatever you do will be amazing!!! Thank you so so much <3

Izzy Hands x Reader (GN)

Masterlist

I hope this is what you were looking for <;3 @im-a-fungi1234

Swordplay and Secrets

After years on the job, Izzy developed a keen instinct for sizing people up quickly, based on their skill with a sword and their interactions with fellow pirates. Despite his confidence in this ability, you remained a mystery to him. The moment Blackbeard ordered the crew of Queen Anne’s Revenge to aid Stede Fucking Bonnet during his capture by the Spanish, Izzy’s attention was drawn to you. He observed as you effortlessly cut down men with your sword, displaying a level of confidence and eloquence he rarely witnessed among other pirates.

After a week aboard Bonnet’s ship, it became glaringly obvious to Izzy that you and Jim stood in stark contrast to the other fucking morons on this crew. Both of you possessed formidable combat skills, Jim in knife fighting and you with a sword. What set you apart even more was your reserved nature. Jim appeared guarded and often simmering with anger, whereas you maintained a polite and unassuming demeanor when interacting with your peers. In contrast, the rest of Bonnet’s idiots on board had no issues drawing attention to themselves and behaving like utter twats.

It bothered Izzy to no end that he wasn’t able to figure you out. The puzzle became a fixation for him, especially as his captain sank deeper into the clutches of Stede Bonnet, a situation beyond Izzy’s control at the moment. Recognizing the potential danger in not understanding who you were, Izzy was determined to uncover more about you. Izzy harbored a general distrust for people already, even the pirates he felt he understood. On the quarterdeck, he observed you attempting to impart a lesson on swordplay to Bonnet’s scribe on the main deck. Izzy couldn’t shake the feeling that it might be a lost cause; the scribe came across as particularly lazy.

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“Lucius, focus. I thought we were here to practice,” you chided, your words directed at Lucius, who glanced up distractedly toward the quarterdeck.

Lucius had been the person you connected with the most on The Revenge. Aside from Captain Bonnet, he shared the most similar background with you.

“I don’t know how I’m supposed to focus, babe, when Dizzy Izzy is up there shooting daggers at us,” Lucius grumbled, nodding towards Izzy who observed from above. “What’s his deal?”

“Just ignore him” you urged, subtly glancing up towards Izzy. “I feel like he’s always just staring.”

This comment elicited a smirk from Lucius. “Not at me, he’s not.” Lucius whispered.

“Sword fighting is like dancing,” you began, ignoring Lucius’s comment. Your words caused him to audibly groan. “Each strike is a coordinated step. You have to be able to lead and follow, anticipating each move like partners in rhythm.”

“For the record, I hate dancing,” Lucius whined.

You attempted to teach Lucius the art of sword fighting, emphasizing the importance of balance, footwork, and precise strikes. However, it became apparent that he was quickly losing interest. He struggled with the movements, and after a few attempts, he let out a sigh of defeat. Part of you couldn’t shake the disappointment as you realized that in Stede’s crew, finding someone decent to practice sword fighting with was proving to be a challenge. You had hoped that teaching Lucius would offer an opportunity to hone your skills, but his quick disinterest was clear. Your father, a master swordsman, had instilled in you the importance of these skills. Learning to wield a sword had once only been a way of connecting with him, but now it served as a skill for your survival.

A sense of loneliness crept in as your mind drifted back to your home, the family, and friends you left behind. You came from a noble family, a family secretly grappling with financial struggles. Outwardly you and your family always maintained the air and manners of nobility, even though you lacked the comfort of wealth. You never truly felt like you belonged in that world. The desperation within your family eventually led to your departure, seeking a way to support them. Piracy had become the only realistic option, even though it left you feeling like an outsider. Stuck between two worlds, you found peace in the civility aboard Stede Bonnet’s ship, grateful for the steady income it provided, which served as a lifeline for your family. The sole confidant in your past was Lucius, and while he understood your perspective, you couldn’t shake the suspicion that the rest of the crew wouldn’t share the same understanding.

Suddenly, Israel Hands appeared before you and Lucius. “Fuck off, Mr. Spriggs,” the first mate spat at him. Lucius shot you a worried look but promptly followed the instructions, likely relieved to have an excuse to escape the lesson.

Once Lucius was out of sight, Izzy turned back around, eyeing you curiously. “Who taught you sword fighting?” Izzy questioned accusingly.

“My father,” you replied plainly. In your upbringing, the importance of listening to those stationed above you was stressed, but you learned that sometimes, answering as simply as possible could get you out of tricky situations. This was not the first time Izzy had asked you questions about your past, but he was getting more persistent.

“Who is your father?” Izzy rolled his eyes, edging closer to you in an attempt to appear intimidating.

“No one that you know, sir,” you replied curtly. You had no interest in divulging your background, well aware that it would only complicate matters. Witnessing how the crew reacted to Stede Bonnet’s station, you understood that maintaining a low profile was crucial. The crew’s tendency not to take him seriously reinforced your resolve to keep your head down and focus on making enough to support your family.

Izzy was visibly getting annoyed as you continued to dodge his questions. You observed his furrowed eyebrows raise, and you sensed that an idea had crossed his mind.

“Let’s have a duel then. If I win, you tell me who you are and where you’re from,” Izzy challenged.

You considered the offer, a part of you hoping that a victory on your part would finally put an end to Izzy’s inquiries.

“Fine. If I win, you stop asking,” you replied with a sigh, agreeing to the duel in the hope of putting this matter to rest once and for all.

The clash of steel reverberated through the air as you and Izzy engaged in a fierce sword fight. The dance of blades unfolded with a relentless intensity, each parry and thrust executed with precision. For much of the duel, you seemed to have the upper hand, skillfully anticipating Izzy’s moves and countering with calculated strikes. Despite the circumstances, a sense of enjoyment crept over you. Engaging in this sword fight felt like a proper duel. It became a form of meditation, your mind fully immersed in the combat, anticipating every move Izzy might make. In that moment, all other worries dissipated, leaving only the dance of steel.

As the battle reached its climax, Izzy found himself on the defensive, struggling to keep up. However, with a swift move, he expertly kicked a leg from under you, sending you sprawling to the ground. In that moment of vulnerability, Izzy seized the opportunity. With a swift motion, he pointed his sword at your neck, and looked down towards you with a smirk.

A sudden surge of anxiety gripped you as Izzy’s sword found its mark, pointing at your throat. The anonymity you had enjoyed among your crewmates, the chance to start anew without the weight of a title, was suddenly under threat. The idea of revealing your true identity to Izzy filled you with a sense of dread. The prospect of disclosing your background to Izzy meant potentially forfeiting the freedom you had found among the crew.

Izzy withdrew his sword from your neck, smoothly returning it to his side, allowing you a moment to sit back and catch your breath. After a while, Izzy, wielding his sword with gentleness, used the flat of his weapon to gently lift your chin, ensuring your eyes met his. As your eyes locked with Izzy’s, a defiant glare emanated from your stare.

“Who is your father?” Izzy repeated.

In a hushed tone, you admitted, “He’s a duke,” the defiance still present in your unwavering stare directed at Izzy. With a deliberate motion, you shifted his sword aside with your hand and rose to your feet.

Izzy sneered, his expression twisted with disgust. “Oh I see. You’re just another rich twatty playing at being a pirate for fun. You’re just like Stede fucking Bonnet.”

This was the reaction you had feared all along. A surge of rage consumed you at the insinuation that your life as a pirate was a frivolous choice. In response, you turned away from Izzy, no longer willing to listen to his insults. However, his firm grip on your arm halted your departure.

“Did I speak out of turn?” Izzy taunted with sarcasm, trying his best to sound proper.

You weren’t sure if it was anger or lingering emotions about your family, but tears welled up in your eyes. “You don’t know anything about the sacrifices I’ve had to make,” you spat at Izzy, attempting to hold back tears, though a few managed to escape. Swiftly wiping them away with your free hand, you jerked your arm from his grip and hurriedly descended below deck.

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Izzy observed you leaving, a sense of vindication washing over him for what he said to you. He was tired of nobles deciding they wanted to be pirates on a whim. However, he couldn’t shake off his confusion at your reaction. Unlike Stede Bonnet, you didn’t exude pride, but the idea of a noble on a pirate ship didn’t make sense to Izzy. Abruptly, Mr. Spriggs materialized at his side, a presence Izzy had overlooked in his intense focus on winning the sword fight.

“Well Dizzy Izzy, that was pretty fucked up,” Lucius started.

“Fuck off,” Izzy grumbled, feeling uniterested in engaging in the conversation.

Lucius paid no heed to Izzy’s dismissal, crossing his arms as he spoke. “It’s actually quite sad,” he remarked with a frown. “Their father squandered the family’s fortune through gambling, and now they send all the money they earn back to support their mother and siblings.”

Izzy held his silence as Lucius revealed more about your circumstances, a wave of guilt washing over him for the harsh words he had directed at you.

“They mentioned piracy was the only option they had.” Lucius concluded, walking away with a satisfied air about the point he had made.

“Fuck,” Izzy whispered, his regret palpable, and he descended below deck in search of you.

Izzy discovered you in Bonnet’s ballroom, seated amongst the scattered cannonballs. The dim light revealed traces of tears on your cheeks.

Izzy approached quietly. He gestured toward the vacant spot next to you on the floor, whispering, “Can I sit?”

You nodded in acknowledgement, but your gaze remained fixed ahead, deliberately avoiding any eye contact with Izzy.

Izzy began, "Mr. Spriggs told me about why you're here. I said some things I regret. It's honorable that you're trying to take care of your family."

"I just chose the least honorable way to do it," you replied. Despite the weight of the conversation, a small smirk played on your lips, and Izzy was relieved to see that you weren't in tears. "If I had a choice, I wouldn't be here," you continued.

"Where would you be?" Izzy asked curiously.

"I miss my family, but I never really felt like I belonged there either," you whispered, a hint of sadness in your voice.

"Maybe you wouldn't have chosen this life, but you belong here," Izzy whispered back. "Piracy is a place for people who feel like they don't belong anywhere."

As Izzy glanced over at you sitting beside him, an unexpected emotion washed over him. In this moment, he found himself admiring and respecting the choices you had made. Moreover, it was the first time in a long while that Izzy had encountered someone capable of wielding a sword as skillfully as he could.

Izzy chuckled, "You almost kicked my ass during that fight."

"You kicked me, literally," you replied, playfully rolling your eyes. "That's the best fight I've had in a while."

"It's because you're surrounded by a ship full of twats who wouldn't know what side of a sword to use," Izzy grumbled.

Your laughter filled the air, causing Izzy's heart to skip a beat for a moment.

"We should fight more often," you suggested with a grin. "If I win, you have to tell me something about yourself, and if you win, I'll tell you more about me."

"Deal," Izzy replied quickly, a genuine eagerness in his tone. He wanted to learn more about you, intrigued by the prospect of unraveling the layers beneath the surface. The fact that you were interested in knowing about him surprised and pleased him. People rarely asked Izzy about himself anymore; they tended to accept the rumors at face value. He hoped the future would bring more sword fights and late-night conversations with you.

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cottonlemonade · 2 months

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Change Of Plans

word count: 735 || avg. reading time: 3 mins.

pairing: UniversityAU!Semi x chubby!Reader

genre: smut, established relationship

warnings: mdni, nsfw

synopsis: you tease him in front of his friends

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It was raining outside and you were feeling particularly bratty today. The original plan had been to go to the park for a cozy picnic in the clear October sun but instead you had to opt for watching the heavy grey clouds march along the sky, the rain racing down the large window of the common room.

You sighed and pouted. Staying in with your boyfriend would have been perfectly fine, but the others had caught you before you could sneak away to his dorm room and invited you to a movie marathon. Spending time with his friends would also be perfectly fine, if it weren’t for the fact that you had barely seen Semi in the last couple of weeks, due to the fact you were both busy with uni.

Caught up in your somber thoughts, you were a little startled feeling Semi‘s warm, strong arms snake around you from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, angel.”, he murmured. You could just make out his face in the faint reflection on the window. He turned his head to kiss your cheek.

“It’s not like you can control the weather, baby.” you leaned back against him, making him tighten his hug and kiss the crook of your neck, exposed in your oversized sweater, lingering for a second too long, slipping his hand easily underneath the hem to gently knead your soft tummy.

“I‘m sure we can sneak out after the first movie.” He set another kiss to your temple.

“Found it!” Shirabu came into the common room, smiling and waving a DVD box through the air. As he fumbled with the TV, the other guys and you settled onto the couch and surrounding armchairs.

Some poor drenched delivery person had arrived just a few minutes prior with a whole load of food and snacks that were now spread out on the common room table.

Semi, ever the gentleman, covered your lap with a fluffy blanket, before slipping under it himself and putting his arm around your shoulder so you could lean comfortably against him.

Tendou sat to his other side, staring at his phone.

You made it through about ⅔ of the first Hobbit movie without any incidents. The sky darkened further, drowning the dorm in a solemn half gloom.

Semi had absentmindedly started to caress your shoulder, drawing patterns on your skin, giving you goosebumps even in the cozy warmth of the blanket and his body against yours.

As if on accident you laid your hand on his thigh, a normal thing to do, so he didn’t question it. But as the minutes crawled on and you felt increasingly needy for his touch, you moved your hand up his leg, inch by tantalizing inch.

From the corner of your eye you saw him biting his lips and shift a bit when you got a little too high. He threw you a quick inquiring look, chewing his lips unconsciously, his breathing getting shallower. You pretended like nothing was happening and started to palm his cock through his sweats, unable to conceal a tiny smirk when you felt how hard he already was. Apparently you weren’t the only one who had missed the moments in the small hours of the morning when everyone was asleep and you could be sure to stay undisturbed.

He had stopped to move his hand on your shoulder, probably concentrating on keeping quiet as you increased the pressure ever so slightly. Semi was in hell. He wanted to take you to his room already, to have you all to himself, kiss you until you were out of breath while working his magic fingers between your legs. He wanted you to straddle his lap and just roll your deliciously plush hips until he came deep inside you. He just needed release, but that was impossible at the lazy pace you were going. He actually let out a gasp when he felt your warm hand finally slip into his sweats, which was gladly covered by loud war cries from the movie, so the others didn’t notice. He leaned close to your ears, biting his lips as not to whimper and whispered “Please stop, baby…” torn between actually needing you to stop and oh so much needing you to continue.

“Dude, it’s literally the middle of the day.” he heard Tendou‘s low voice from his other side, feeling his friend’s knowing smirk.

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devilat-thedoor · 7 months

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Sinful, soft, sub!Sammy thoughts on a rainy Saturday morning?

You pumped his length, keeping a tight grip in your fist, “You’re being such a good boy, Sammy baby… Just a little longer, okay? Can you hold on for me?” You were on your knees in front of the chair, staring up at him with soft doe eyes.

His face was twisting as he fought off his climax, “Please, I- Can I please?” He gripped the arms of the chair, his fingers digging into the leather, “Babe, I can’t- I can’t wait.”

“Yes, you can.” You slowed your strokes to an almost stop as your free hand caressed his thigh, “I always take care of you, don’t I?” Leaning forward, you flicked your tongue right below his tip, feeling the way he twitched in your palm.

The second your tongue made contact, he was a whimpering mess, “Y-yes… Always t-take care of m- god… Please don’t stop.” He pleaded, his brows pinched so tightly, “Oh please, I’ve been so good. Just-.” He squeezed his eyes shut, holding his breath as a last ditch effort to subdue himself.

You loved to hear him beg. The soft, whiny tone of his voice was the sweetest song, “You have been good, my sweet boy.” You picked up the pace again, rolling your hand around his lubricated cock, “So pretty when you beg.” You pressed a kiss to his hip before dragging your teeth along the bone, “Look at me, Sammy. I want everything you’ve got.”

That was the permission he was seeking. His mouth dropped, face contorted into an almost painful expression as he let go, trying his damndest to keep his eyes on you. His release spilled over your knuckles as you worked him through it, drawing every last drop. You could feel his thigh muscles tensing under your hand as he muttered a slew of barely coherent ‘thank yous’ mixed with pitchy whimpers and grunts. When you were sure you’d gotten every drop out of him, you wrapped your lips around his tip, swirling your tongue over the flesh. Sam’s hands immediately went to your hair, balling up and yanking hard, “Fuck- No, I- babe, I can’t… It’s- awwe fuuuuck…” The overstimulation brought him to a second orgasm.

You released him from your mouth to gaze up at him. Tear stained cheeks and gasping breaths racking his body. You stilled your hand, holding him loosely as you peppered his cock with little pecks, “You did so well, sweet Sammy. Always my good boy…” You climbed up, straddling his lap as he relaxed into the furniture, “I love you, you know that?” Cupping his face, you gave him a long, loving kiss.

He took your hand, fitting his fingers between your own as he gave a lazy nod, “I love you too, but I’m in control from now on, okay?” His arms wrapped around you, hugging you to his exhausted frame.

“Sure, baby. Whatever you want…” You giggled, knowing damn well he was bluffing.

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scummy-writes · 23 days

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This Is Love

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Gilbert/Reader (No pronouns/body description, but reader uses a strap on)

Words: 1173

Tags: Pegging, biting, scars, very very very vague spoilers for his route

Intimacy is…odd. Regardless of how coveted it is, witnessing it, letting it sink in that you’re bathed with it, is a strange sensation.

The movements you make are unpracticed, distracted by the awe of having Gilbert stretched out below you. His smile is crooked, still smug despite the flush decorating various parts of his body - cheeks, chest, and the glistening tip of his cock. The ruddiness compliments his lustful gaze and lightly strained breath of his, and with his knees spread apart, your view is graced with the results of your earlier ministrations. His cum is splayed out on his lower stomach in thick spurts, and out of the few trails there is one oozing down his side.

His eyes follow yours, and you know there are unspoken rules that he’s letting you break just for tonight as you both watch droplets stain the bed sheets.

Your palms rest on his inner thighs, covering a myriad of bites and hickeys you’ve left him, and Gilbert sighs. Pleasant, a twinge of excitement for what’s to come. His patience is being tested, but he just eyes the strap-on you wear, licking his lips, and you know he’s remembering the taste of it from just moments ago.

After all the time spent trying to tease him, you finally begin to ease the tip of the dildo into him, watching as his expression sinks into relief. His eyes close, eyebrows drawn as pleasure and hints of pain mix together. An intoxicating sight to witness; the conquering beast’s mouth hung open in a long groan of your name, taking every inch you give him with a lazy eagerness.

You’re almost jealous of the toy, for drawing out sights your fingers couldn’t bring forth, but you’re too enamored with the vision before you, how it pales in comparison to your idle daydreams.

Although he’d rather not, you give him time to adjust. Ignoring how his legs wrap around your hips seductively, you lean to take kisses from his bruised lips. Gilbert smiles into the lazy kisses, nipping yours, goading for rougher movements, for bruises etched into his skin.

With difficulty, you maneuver against his bites. Lapping against his tongue, moving past to claim his jaw, his neck. Yet Gilbert persists. He uses what leverage he can to try and get your hips to move, to nudge you into forgoing kindness with him, distracting you with teeth and nails in the hopes that your thoughts will cloud with lust.

For a moment, your hips do falter- you push deep into him, wrangling another gasp from his lips. And in that second, you pull back, keeping a hand on his chest so he can’t follow.

“That mouth of yours is dangerous.”

Gilbert grins with that chuckle of his, uncaring that he’d been caught.

“Mmmh, I’m curious how you plan to handle that?”

Nails scratched the fabric of the pillowcase as Gilbert’s body arched, a shuddering moan muffled once more. Each slow thrust you delivered had him melting beneath you, yet still clearly trying to keep his lucidity. He would force his breathing to steady, to bite lip or pillow to stifle the noises that came out unbidden.

Bemused, you placed a biting kiss between his shoulder blades in an attempt for his control to falter, to encourage pliancy. And another. And another. Until a trail of crimson decorated his neck, melding with his flushed skin.

His breathing was turning ragged, his face buried as he gripped the pillow tighter. As if following a buried instinct, you thrust harder as your name weakly left his lips. With each pump, Gilbert’s body shuddered, tensing so tight as he braced himself for the movement rather than accepting it eagerly. It was only reassurances that coaxed his face out from fabric, and you were allowed a glimpse of how his eyes watered, at the saliva coating his bitten lips.

“Relax for me- relax.”

His hazy gaze can hardly meet yours, and it seems so far away from the Gilbert you’ve known. A blink, two, and that tension within him eases. His grip is present, but loosens, and a deep groan finally escapes. His eye rolls back, hips now trying to meet yours as your thrusts push further into him. Now, he uses forearms for leverage. Now, his moans leak out alongside his precum, mutterings of your name, murmurs for more.

You give it to him, watching his lapse of control, how he accepts it. Accepts the tremors overtaking him, a broken groan as he allows himself to cum on your cock. He stills, to catch his breath, watching his cock dribble out the last bit of pleasure he can manage.

Though the stimulation is clearly shaking him, Gilbert huffs as he pushes his hips back impatiently. He’s eager to drown in this ecstasy that only you’ve given him, using the last of his strength to fuck himself more.

With hands on his hips, you encourage him. Between kisses and praises along his neck and jaw, you meet his desperate pumps until he stops with a strangled cry, melting into the sheets once more.

Coaxing him through his breathing, your hand slides along his lower back as you ease your cock out of him, enjoying the gasp he lets you hear. It’s only then that you realize that a beast lays beneath you, lost among pleasure.

A beast with bloodstained claws, who would bare its teeth on a whim. Wheezing your name while your hand hesitantly traces the faint scars on his back, your breath slowing as you gaze at the more vibrant scratches along his shoulders and sides.

Lapses in his guard were a rare gift, even after all this time, and each one left a pit in your stomach, twisting as you remembered past promises you had sworn to keep. You're not happy at the memory, wanting to just bask in the fact that he relinquished himself to you in this moment. That it was your touch delivering this unknown pleasure onto him.

Your finger moves down his spine in idle thought, your high ebbing away with each new thought. Even after such a session, his body is already losing the heat you had provided.

Gilbert’s lips drop your name more insistently as his palm pats among the sheets, searching for your hand in his. When you give it, there’s a lack of strength in his grip. His eye meets yours, struggling to focus as he bathes in the afterglow. He doesn’t speak, exhaustion catching up, but once you’re in his sight, in his grasp, his eyelid slowly falls.

With it, the pit in your stomach fades, the breath you didn't realize you were holding as well.

Gilbert was a beast, undoubtedly so. But underneath, there was still that softness deep inside, one that he succeeded in hiding at times: Your Gil. Stretched out in front of you, with trust and love.

You lean over to brush his bangs from his sweaty forehead, a faint smile overtaking you, relieved at the warmth that lingers.

.................... this isn't really insanely sexy....

Well! [Clasps hands] its a pegging fanfic. It has details. I have had multiple people look over this (thank you @crystal13unny , @solomons-poison , @m-mmiy , and @drewadoodle !!!), and I am still conflicted about a lot of this. Because of that, some day in the future I may try to write another Gilbert pegging fanfic that focuses more on the smut aspect. Or, if not a pegging fanfic, then him getting plowed in some way.

I may also... rename this and reuse the title for a different fanfic in the future. Maybe not, but i Might.

Thank you for readin! Would love to hear any (positive) thoughts you guys had with it. Otherwise, if you did not enjoy it, pls leave me alone regarding it.

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captain-pheonix · 3 months

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Currently menstruating, id like to see the TF2 men (or support classes) experience the wild ups and down of mother nature when Reader lashes out at them over something comically stupid and then starts crying dramatically out of guilt for being so mad. Then goes back to happy and normal a moment later. Because i am an emotional wreck when the blood flows and i need an outlet for it. Thank youuu!!! Angle 📐 😇🪽

A/N: I know your pain bbg ❤️ tysm for sending it in Angle! I did a sort of half oneshot half headcannons thing, hope that’s ok, here you are! (Sorry this took a bit, life had been terrible recently)

Warnings: talk of menstruation (duh)

Scout:

- Whenever your on your period he would probably go to Medic for advice and some remedies

- He might think it’s really gross but he knows you can’t really control it after he got it explained to him

- He might notice if something is a little off about you that day

- Maybe by the way you seem annoyed or you trying to fight a fed up expression

- Most likely you would just be hanging out in his room at the base, laying in his bed and Scout drawing in a notebook, chatting with you

“Hey, d’you wanna try drawin’ somethin’? I’ll teach ya!”

“Oh, sure? Why not.”

- While you two are drawing you start having trouble following along with him

- The lines don’t match up with the ones you draw next and you start getting annoyed

- Eventually, you snap and just tear the paper in half

“Why are you such a good artist!? It’s unfair!”

- You get up off the bed and start pacing around, uncontrollably fuming

- After going from one wall to the other, you look back up at Scout’s crestfallen expression, sad kicked puppy eyes with a hint of realization

- The tears start falling and Scout smiles and lets out a little sigh, and beckons you to come sit beside him

“Hey, sweetness. C’mere.”

“No, no, no, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you.”

“It’s all good. I get it. Just let me take care of you.”

- Scout presses a kiss to your forehead

Sniper:

- Would likely enjoy it quite a bit if you just wanted a few lazy days with him

- He might go get candy and snacks to take care of you for the week

- He might not fully understand how periods work but he’s probably heard some things

- you two could hang out in his camper and read magazines/listen to music/cuddle

- maybe you start thinking about how you have chores to do and how you’re not doing anything

“Jeez, what is wrong with me? Why can’t I just get up and do dishes or something?”

“It’s alright, roo. You have all the time in the world. Just rest.”

“But—I mean c’mon, I have to do something.”

“Well, do ya feel up to it?”

“Uh…no, I’m in a lot of pain, but—“

“So don’t.”

- the feeling that you need to something starts making you feel bad about yourself and you start silently crying and trying to wipe your tears away

- when Sniper notices he gets concerned and wraps his arms around you

“Hey, hey, you alright?”

“Yeah, heh, sorry. Stupid hormones.”

- Sniper just huffs a laugh and keeps hugging you

Demoman:

- ok let’s be real he would offer you some booze for the pain and stuff

- a movie night would work nicely, because demo could probably pass out sometime during it and it would be a calm night

- the characters in the movie start making you angry, but weirdly angry

“Why do we have to watch this? It never ends up well for the main character! This is depressing!”

“Uh..We could watch something else, ya know.”

“WHY AM I SO ANGRY ALL OF A SUDDEN? WHY DO WE HAVE TO WATCH THIS STUPID THING?!”

- Demo turns off the TV

- you start crying after realizing you snapped at him

“Wait—no no I’m sorry.”

“Hey, lad/lass, c’mere.”

- Demo and you end up cuddling and then both passing out on the couch

Spy:

- I feel like he might know a bit about periods

- But it would really gross him out

- At least he might romance and charm you to make you feel better

- 100% get you fine wine and snacks to make you feel special and loved

- Lounging in his smoking room 10/10, might even offer you some of his special cigars or something if you smoke

- Treats you like high royalty

- Probably goes to medic for painkillers and other things to make you feel better

- Totally a chance to learn to dance to some music on the record player in his smoking room

- I feel like making a bunch of mistakes would set you off

“This isn’t working. Why aren’t my feet working? You’re the best teacher there could be, what am I doing so wrong!?”

- You break away from Spy and hide your tears by turning away from him

“Mon Chérie, are you alright?”

- He walks back in front of you to see you crying

“I’m...sorry.”

- Spy gives you a forehead kiss and wraps you in a warm embrace

- 10003939/10 gentleman he rubs your back until you feel better

Heavy:

- Heavy would likely not care at all, growing up with 4 other women for most of his life

- Considering this he would probably be at least a little educated

- Any questions he had would likely be answered by Medic

- I feel like Heavy would be one of the most understanding mercs

- At Heavy’s turn for making dinner, you decide to go help him because you feel like you’ve been lazy all day

- You burn your hand and start cussing wholeheartedly

“Am I just that bad at cooking!? I’m honestly so useless. Why can’t you teach me to be better!?”

- Heavy’s just straight up confused for a second

“Oh..oh no. I’m sorry.”

- tears start falling

“Is ok. Heavy understands.”

- bear hugs and then finishing up dinner <3

Medic:

- Bro has every remedy on hand and definitely tracks it for you

- So he would already know hormonal vs. Actually being mean/sad

- A good scenario might be a lazier day when you just hang out in his lab, and he educates you more on what he’s doing and why

- It starts you feeling like you’re not good enough and that Medic is so much better at his job than you

“And das how it’s done! Fascinating, ja?”

“Yeah. I guess I just wish I could do all this great stuff like you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, c’mon, you know everything! You know so much you can just do surgery on someone and everything works out!”

“Well, it’s not that simple,—are you crying?”

- You just nod

“Ah. Come here, mein liebling.”

- gives you hugs and kisses until you’re better 🥰

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Thank you for reading!! Again, I’m so sorry that took so damn long. I’m getting back into writing today!

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