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ijwrsmff · 6 months

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One Piece requests are open you say!? I'm going absolutely feral over Mihawk, as always, then I saw him in the live action and foamed at the mouth. If you're okay with it, can I please get domMihawk with his wife nsfw🤌

I. Got. So. Into. This. I am so weak for Mihawk. And I could never think of him as anything but a dom XD I picture him as a pleasure dom, so the story revolves a bit around that. I was a bit out of my comfort zone with this, since I haven't written much smut. So I don't know if it sounds weird, or isn't up to par with what I usually write, so any feedback or constructive criticism is welcome ^~^ feel free to send in your thoughts and opinions in my ask box! I'd love to hear it!

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It was a relatively stressful day, trying to clean up the majority of your mansion you shared with your husband. It was massive, but so many rooms needed a good makeover. Dust and broken wood, just anything really. Some rooms were so bad it took hours to completely clean it. But if it meant making Mihawk smile, you’d do it all over again. All he had to say was redo it and you’d oblige without any hesitation.

When he came home, you were laying in bed just staring at the ceiling and trying to relax. You didn’t even get out of bed when you heard the front door open in the room beneath you. You were nearly falling asleep, and when he came in you just rolled over and smiled. One hand holding your head up as you laid sideways, just taking in his appearance. It never got old, and you were convinced you were married to the most handsome man in the world.

“Dear, I appreciate all the hard work you did to make everything look so…nice.” He walked over to the bed and played with your hair. “I haven’t seen every room, but seeing you so exhausted has me convinced you worked on the whole mansion.” He smiled fondly, and eventually removed his coat and laid down on the other side of the bed.

“It’s no problem, really! You have pirates to hunt, I’m sure you don’t have too much time for much of anything. Especially cleaning all that mess.” You laughed a bit, and rolled over to lay your head on his chest. He was always so warm, it was welcoming every time. His arm wrapped around you as the other rubbed your shoulders, making you sigh. Just feeling his touch was enough for you.

His hand wandered, rubbing up and down your arm to shoulders and back down again. It felt so nice…and as he moved to face you, he had that look on his face. That look that meant trouble…or even something more. Your theory was confirmed when that hand slowly traveled to your neck. Just one finger traced over your sensitive spot on your neck. His mark he left the other day was barely visible anymore.

Mihawk moved closer and lips were mere millimeters away from yours. “You know…I can show you how much I appreciate your efforts.” He waited for you to make the first move, or even signal you weren’t opposed to the idea. He knew you weren’t always in the mood, as everything he did was being considerate.

You leaned forward and gave him a peck on the lips, closing the gap between you. Knowing he would take the lead from there, it was no surprise when he rolled his body over yours. He remained close, biting your lower lip as a teasing gesture. You could feel the heat of his chest on your breasts and stomach, as he deepened the kiss.

He pulled back, making you whine, as he whispered “You’ve worked so hard…now allow me to take care of you.” He tilted his head and leaned back into the kiss. All you could do was nod and hum, and before you knew it his hand traced around your neck. He pulled back, but only for a short time as he trailed his tongue down your neck, to where the mark was over the most sensitive spot on your neck.

You let out a small moan as he kissed, sucked, and even bit it. Never hard enough to draw blood, just enough to make the previous mark turn a brighter and more defined color. He did love to mark you, and you loved it just as much. Sometimes, when he was feeling territorial, he left marks all across your body. You had the feeling he was about to do just that.

Once the mark was properly defined, he trailed kisses down until he reached your shirt’s edge. With little effort, he tore through the shirt and discarded it to the side, along with your bra. His lips got closer and closer to your nipple, until he swirled his tongue around it, never touching the stiff peak. It made you whine once more, and you could feel his smirk on your chest.

“Baby…please don’t tease me!” You wanted to feel as good as possible, and him being such a tease wasn’t helping. He tended to do that, but it only helped you reach your climax faster once he finally got you to it. You didn’t really WANT him to stop teasing, but you wouldn’t tell him that. Even if he already knew, being the perceptive man he was. You loved that about him.

“Darling, I plan to take my time. I’ll make you feel better than you ever had before meeting me, and treasure every inch of your body.” His smirk turned into a genuine smile, before returning back to a smirk. “I will take care of you, for as long as we live. My beautiful wife, always so eager to spend time with me…to love me…to let me show you pleasure whenever possible.”

With that, he finally used his tongue to make your nipple become even more stiff, loving the feeling of his mouth on one of your most sensitive parts. You couldn’t stop the moan that came out, and it only got louder when he softly bit at your nipple. When he removed his mouth, you even whined out a small noise, already missing the feeling.

With one hand, he moved lower on your body, until it was cupping that sweet spot between your legs. He moved his hand ever so slowly, but enough to make you feel that burning pleasure you loved so much. His thumb traced over your clit, before removing it to get rid of your pants, leaving your panties on.

You whined, and moaned, craving more. When you reached out your hands to feel him, he used his free hand to pin yours above your head. “Don’t worry about me, your pleasure is far more important.” Was all he said, grabbing the rope from the drawer next to the bed. It was softer than most ropes, as he didn’t want to risk a rope burn on your arms and wrists.

He skillfully used his hands to attach the rope to the headboard, before lowering himself so you could feel his hot breath on your thighs. “Be good for me…make as much noise as you can, and tell me how good you feel. I want you to tell me how much you love it. How much you love me.” He nibbled at your thighs, leaving a few marks with his mouth and teeth alone.

He took both his hands, and spread your legs as much as he could without causing you discomfort. Sliding your panties to the side, he slid his tongue along your lips, never touching your clit or where you wanted him most. “Aren’t you my good girl? My lovely wife, and the one I love more than anything else. Each time I touch you, you must say thank you, understand?”

You nodded, but that wasn’t good enough for him. “I need to hear you say it. Use your words, darling.” Everything about the situation made you blush more and more, it was always extremely difficult not to blush. He was good at what he did, and you loved nothing more than to let him take complete control. He refused to use his tongue anymore on you until you agreed.

“Yes sir…” It sounded pathetic, but that was good enough for him. When he slowly eased his tongue into you, all you could do was let out a moan as you yelled “THANK YOU SIR!” It felt so good, and your voice dissolved into a series of moans, as you repeated the words as much as you could.

He used one of his hands to rub your clit, which only made you moan louder. You were lucky no one else was in the mansion right now, it would be too embarrassing to let someone hear you like this. Not that Mihawk cared, if anything he loved knowing people could hear at any moment, and show them that you were his and his alone.

He rubbed circles on your clit, and slid his tongue in and out of you for several minutes, until he removed both his tongue and finger. Your voice was pathetically needy, and you made sure to vocalize your wants. Even if you could barely get words out, when you went from pleasure to nothing. You tried to close your thighs and rub them together, but his grip was too strong to allow that to happen.

“Don’t worry, love. I’ll make you feel even better.” He then did the opposite of what he was doing before, and used his mouth to suck on your clit. He pulled back momentarily to ask, “How many fingers would you like? You have to speak up, I can’t hear you enough.” He used one finger to trace up and down your slit, never entering.

“I…I want three, sir. But not all at once!” You knew your limits, and he needed to slowly ease you into it. His hands were large, so both of you knew three right off the bat was too much for your body. Even if he was already aware, you knew he wanted to hear you say it. He always made sure you vocalized anything and everything you wanted.

“As you wish, darling.” He placed his mouth back over your clit, toying with it with his tongue before sucking on it. He then slowly eased a single finger inside of you. The actions made your moans get much louder, and you could feel him smile against you. “Good…you're such a good girl for me. Keep going, I know you can be louder.” He began thrusting his finger inside of you slowly, before speeding up just a bit.

As he commanded, you moaned so loud that you knew your throat would be sore later. It wasn’t difficult to put everything you had in your moans, since he was making you feel so good. Even without all three fingers, you felt yourself getting just a little bit closer to ecstasy. When he inserted the second finger it only got harder to keep that edge away.

When he inserted the third, you practically screamed. As he spoke lowly around you, you could barely contain it. “So good for me…doing exactly what I want you to. Aren’t you being such a good girl for your sir.” His thrusting fingers sped up, and you were so close already.

“S-Sir please let me cum! I want to so badly, please I need to!” All you could do was beg. “You make me feel so good, I want to reach there! I love you, only you! Always going to be you, I want to feel this good every day, please!” You could feel yourself quivering around his fingers, as you screamed louder in wanting to reach your climax.

“Hm…Have you earned it? I want to hear you say why you deserve it.” He continued his motions, making you scream and shake trying to hold it in. “I want you to feel good, baby. But I need to know you’ve been good today.” He already KNEW why you deserved it, but the jerk you loved was making you say it. As he always did.

“Please sir! I worked so hard today, I cleaned every room, I ate three meals, I’ve drank so much water, I didn’t even touch myself without your permission! I need to cum so bad, please sir I can’t hold it in much longer!” If he continued with this, you really wouldn’t be able to prevent it from happening. You would try your best, but feeling his fingers inside you and his warm mouth around your clit, it would get more and more difficult to hold it back. But you knew better than to cum before he said you could.

“You were so good today. Cum. Cum on my fingers, you can do it love.” He moved his fingers even faster, and used his other hand to rub your clit so he could talk to you through it. “I’m so proud of you, my good, good girl. You’ve earned this and more, show me how good I make you feel. How much you love me, and everything I can do for you.” His pace was relentless, and as the greatest swordsman in the world, he was capable of going harder and faster than most people in the world.

“THANK YOU SIR!” You cried out as you did as he demanded. You came hard, and could feel your fluids coating his fingers. You screamed, and thanked him repeatedly. Declaring how much you loved him, and saying how much you loved everything he did to and for you. Your words became a jumbled mess, and you felt yourself go limp as you spasmed and twitched from the pleasure.

Mihawk smiled, and slowly removed his fingers. While he made eye contact with you, he put those fingers in his mouth and tasted everything you could give him. It made you blush, just seeing the lewd expression he made while he licked and sucked at his fingers until there was nothing left. He moaned at the taste, never removing his eyes from yours.

When he was done, he untied you from the bed, and laid down on his back next to you. You were completely spent, and he lifted you to lay directly on his chest. You could hear his heartbeat, and how it raced. “I didn’t get to make you feel good…” Was all you said as you closed your eyes, coming down from your high. His response was as expected.

“My pleasure matters far less than yours. Just knowing how good I make you feel is enough for me.” He rubbed your back, and muttered, “You were so good for me today…you make me so proud. I fall even further in love each time I see you.” Aftercare was always important, and for you, being in his arms for a while was always refreshing.

“Thank you sir…I love you so much.” You could feel yourself getting closer to falling asleep, worn out from how good you felt. He was always so kind and gentle with you…when you wanted him to be. He could be rough when you felt up to it, but he was more of a “pleasure dom” than anything else. Being his sub was all you wanted, and knowing he cared so much made everything worthwhile.

As you fell asleep, he muttered, “Don’t worry, love. Rest. I’ll be right here when you wake up.” He wasn’t really tired, but he was one to keep his promises. You knew he would be there. He never left you when you were coming down, knowing it was far more comforting when you were in his arms.

He always took great care of you…and you knew in your brain and heart that he would continue to do so. Mihawk was there for you, your loving husband. Knowing he loved you made the world of difference, and you would continue to love him for the rest of your days. Just as he would to you. There wasn’t a man in the world you would rather be with than him. He would love you, treasure you, be there for you, listen to you, whenever you needed or wanted. That was all you really needed. To know he would never leave you, and travel the world just to come home to you.

You loved him with all your heart, and would risk everything just to be with him and make sure he was safe. Your husband…the words were familiar, but made you smile every time. So as you fell asleep, you smiled, just knowing he would be there when you awake. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind he would love you as much as he could. His soft spot, his soft side that only you saw. He was perfect in every way.

You would love him in life, and as your vows said, even loving each other in the world beyond. Whatever awaited you in the future, you knew it would be a future with him.

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slashingdisneypasta · 8 months

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Hades x AFAB!Reader || Drabble

HELLL YES I'M USING THIS GIF.

Plot: So apparently your hot new God lover is not comfortable with the idea of using his cock on you (Apparently his cum is similar to something called... 🔥hot glue??🔥 Which does NOT sound good for your insides- ), so he improvises.

Warnings: Smut!! And, I hate this word but its the word, so- Dildo use. *sigh* 🤦‍♀️ (This word for me is what moist is for Lily Aldrin in HIMYM) Also monsterfucker themes, small gagging mention, Hades drawing out your orgasm for his own sake. Starts out gentle, gets rough.

Tagging: @disney-android-foundation , @marinerainbow , and @ryantryan6969 . I forgot to tag again! I'm so sorry! But here we go, half an hour later XD I hope you're in a Hades mood!

"Yeah," Hades' smirk is scary, sexy and sharp, looking at the... thing, he's created. "that should do it."

Your eyes are wide, and your cheeks and neck and chest are aflame from the kisses and being propped on the table with your legs parted, feet set on either arm of Hades' throne. Right where he wants you to be, caging him in. "That-... I, uh... Hades... that should do it, for- for... what?"

Its an odd thing, for sure, in his hand. Its cylindrical, thick and long with a soft, rounded tip that's slightly puffier than the rest of it. And at the other end of it theirs a wider, flatter part; A base. And the thick cylinder part is slightly... curved, too. You're not quite sure what you're looking at, though theirs definitely a thought nagging in your minds-eye, so you're just sitting there hot, breathless, exposed and baffled until Hades' takes notice.

When Hades notices your confused eyes, still clouded with the lust he built you up to already but also just... confused, his smirk becomes more devious. No longer can you see his teeth, just lips spread long, high cheekbones, narrowed eyes- and a glint.

"Oh trust me you're gonna love this handy little thing when we're done tonight- I might even let ya keep it, if I'm feeling charitable. A gift; from me to you, babe. Compliments of the house~"

"Its... well- it looks weird."

"This, doll, is an exact replica- of that thing I toldya we're not uh... using, today."

Immediately your face gets hotter, like its caught on fire. THATS what was nagging at you!! That- This thing- its a- its his-

You just called a God's manhood weird-looking. Oh n- Suddenly Hades changes his grip on it, holding the base and moving- disappearing from the throne before your eyes and reappearing again, standing tall before your far littler, mortal form. When the thing kisses your bare and already soaked hole, all thoughts vacate your mind and your hands fly to his toga; gripping the fabric in your fists.

"Trust me, eh? You're gonna love it when I'm done. Would I steer you wrong, babe?"

Dragging your eyes from the thing, up to Hades' eyes, eyes you already feel like you're falling in love with despite the short time you've been spending time together, you give it a think. Would he?

Or- more importantly, do you care? Right now you're absolutely dripping, curling your toes in anticipation of the thing stretching you out (feeling needy just at the feel of it ghosting against your slick skin), clenching Hades' toga in your fists like it'll lesson your achiness at all, and you feel so high on lust you'd do just about anything to be filled. His kisses were like a terrible drug, his tongue hot, thick and skilled teasing yours for what felt like forever, torturing you forever, until he finally attempted to reach his hand up your thigh. You're practically shaking with want. You've never felt it this bad, before. No one's ever turned you into this much an oversensitive mess before just with kissing.

To be fair though you've never been with a God, before.

After a moment you give a nod, desperate to have something fill you- rub against your clit- drag you to the edge by force. Fuck you.

"That's my favourite new plaything~ Okay, now listen,.. " You watch Hades lean down closer to you with glazed-over eyes, until he passes your lips by and you let out a sigh and drop your forehead on his shoulder, as he instead whispers hotly in your ear; "Here's the deal. You come, when I say so. I don't wanna hear any 'Hades I couldn't help it', cuz see I'm not gettin' anything outta this, am I babe?- what am I getting outta this? Nada. We're not even using my actual equipment, here. For your safety. Yah... So you're gonna have to put on a show for me, yeah? So c'mon, gimmie somethin to look back on. Be my personal pornstar."

You're already slipping away into foggy-brain mode, ready to disappear into the feeling of getting fucked, losing yourself in his voice. "Mhmm, o-kay." The smell of smoke is starting to overwhelm you, too, taking over your senses. It fills up your nose when you're this close to him, it warms your body, it leaves a barbecue-like taste on your tongue.

"Gonna haveta hear ya say it, babe. Remind me what's our deal?" The fake-cock presses against your folds, almost-almost breaching the entrance and stretching you and you give a hopeless whine.

"I'll... mm... you're missing out, so- so I'll... "

"Hmmmmm?" Hades decides to be an ass and strokes the thing up an down your folds, making it even harder for you to think. He also presses a simmering kiss to the top of your head to hide his chuckles, the bastard.

"... I'll be a p- pornstar for you... "

"That's right." Theirs a soft kind of pride in his voice that makes yours your insides squeeze, just as he slips the objects head into your pussy; beginning to massage it at a gradual pace in and out, going in deeper and deeper until the whole thing disappears in and out of your little, drippy, stretched entrance. You're gritting your teeth and pressing your forehead hard into his shoulder before you know it, feeling the throws of hot, throbbing pleasure building in you already.

While you're moaning and taking the fake cock in, the curve stretching you open and grinding perfectly against your sensitive clit (just enough to feel good but not enough to help you over the edge), Hades glides the long sharp fingers on his free hand along your thigh down to your knee- then pushes it back gently so your legs are open wider. It somehow maximises the feeling in you and you cant help the way your walls twitch around the thick, slimy instrument. How your hips roll towards it. "Hades! Hades hades hades- please please- "

"Good work, doll!, keep begging and you might just get watcha want outta me~ Maybe." His pumps get ever-so-slightly faster, filling you up more insistently, causing the sloppy suctioning sound of your tight wet cunt to get embarrassingly loud in the big empty room- making him smirk. "Sweetheart trust me you look good there... gonna be hard to talk shop here later on, if ya catch my drift. Eh?~ "

The thought of Hades communing with other gods, or the fates, or just Pain and Panic with his hand under the table pumping his leaky throbbing cock because of you flickers through your brain and makes you squeeze the toy inside you. "Hades! Hades! I- I c- I need- Please please, right there right there! I need y- ahhh," You want to reach down and touch yourself desperately, help yourself selfishly to an explosive climax around this perfect hard toy, but you behave yourself. You bite your lip and fight the urge, wanting to please him. "Faster please!! F- Faster, harder, in m- Ahh!"

Letting out a frustrated, orgasm-mad whine as the toy just continues to drive continuously into you at a moderate pace, only stimulating you enough to make you crazy with want, you decide to play with him some. Stretching slowly, you lean up to graze your lips against the heated skin of his neck. Then your tongue (The tip, then the full flatness, and then you give gentle suck~ Reminding him what you could be doing to him down there. Torturing him as bad as he's tortured you), and as your hands glide down his warm clothed chest, Hades grunts; frustrated himself as your mischievous fingers near his actual cock. "Babe, you know you're playing with fire he- "

Even through his toga, you can feel his length burning up and painfully hard. Gently stroking it, your relax down from his neck as you just weakly take the pounding in your core; delicately playing with his cock meanwhile. Sliding your hand up and down the hidden body part, which may be even thicker then the toy actually, making him twitch.

You almost lose yourself in this, the slow, torturous pleasure and the feeling of Hades' cock under your fingers. After a few moments of this, you notice the fake one shoving into you rougher, making the pressure inside you start to build up slowly so you look up at him; Eyes widening at the look on his face immediately.

With a pent-up frustrated frown at you, Hades starts to ram the damn thing into your hot, puffy walls; ripping you apart and abusing your little clit without a seconds notice. The fire on top of his head flashes orange and you know you did it. "Fine Y/N- you wanna act like a whore, okay. Trust me, I can treat you like a bitch if you want to be."

Your orgasm builds faster then before, the thick curved thing pounding into your pussy again and again at a filthy inhuman speed, fucking you hard and so rough your mouth hangs open obscenely as you press your forehead once again into Hades shoulder- hard. The heel of his hand brushes your skin every time he thrusts the toy inside your meaty walls and its a little detail that reminds you its him. Its not a soulless fucking machine. Its him. You stretch your thighs open wider to increase the feeling, unable to do much other then that but take the fucking- its just how you wanted, its better, its yanking your climax out of you desperately and selfishly.

When you're so so close, Hades makes you stretch your head backwards on your neck and kisses you again; making you gag on his long inhuman tongue for working him up like you did. You let out a strangled moan, shocked that it feels good having your ability to breath stolen from you in such a vulgar way, and stretch upwards towards him, trailing your tongue languidly against his in responce.

When he finally forces an orgasm out of you you're left twitching and shaking against Hades' chest.

"Thereee you go, that was my personal pornstar. Could use some work learning not to ever, mess with me- but for a first go I think that was pretty great. Full marks." Hades chuckles, nudging your chin upwards again - gentle this time, - to look at him. Theirs that devious smirk and those mischievous yellow eyes, looking at you like you're a tasty treat. "Now how about a smile? Maybe a 'thanks. lord of the dead, I feel fucking amazing'?"

With a tired sigh and a spent grin that turns slightly cheeky, you nod okay. "Thank you, oh lord. You did pretty good, too."

Hades' face looks thoroughly unamused at your smartass responce but in the moment with your pussy still throbbing you think its the cutest expression, ever. Then he releases your face and shrugs, an indifferent look on his face now. "Eh, well, I guess you don't want the bath I was gonna draw for ya-- fit for a god, with uh, you know, ambrosia, and stuff. Oh well, see ya next time toots- "

Oh that sounds good, damn. You look after him with sad wide eyes and frown, softly. "... a bath?" Your sweet, tired, fucked-out voice draws him right back in and his voice is gentle on his next words.

"Its in progress, sweetheart."

With that and a happy hum from you, Hades seals his lips to yours for another long, languid kiss while the bath is drawn for you.

#Disney Hades x Reader Drabble #Hades x Reader Drabble #Disney Hades #Hades #Disney Hades x Reader #Hades x Reader #Smut #Drabble #Disney Villains #Disney Villains x Reader

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feyhunter78 · 1 year

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What about 6 or 20 (author’s choice) and young Elrond? Thank you ❤️

I went ahead and did #20, and I think it came out pretty well!!! (Also, this def has some Bridgerton inspo, and you'll see it in the dialogue) Thank you for your patience! <3 I was supposed to get lasik yesterday then last minutes the Dr came out and was like "actually nvm we have to do a different procedure, we need to reschedule." So it's been a weird day or so for me XD

The Object of All His Desires

This is prompt #20 from the list, which mean you can no longer request #20 for Elrond!

Elrond prided himself on his silver tongue. How he could spin an ordinary tale into an epic for the ages, or how he could turn a simple idea into a speech fit for a king. But when it came to you, he often found himself tripping over his words. His tongue suddenly swelling and becoming too heavy to move properly when faced with your radiance.

A perfect example would be now, as you stand before him tears in your eyes, clad only in a nightdress and robe as you stand outside his door, chest heaving, lips trembling asking him why was he ignoring you? Why was he acting so cold and callous towards you?

“Elrond please, you must tell me now. If I have done something to upset you, or I have offended you, torment me no longer and bid me to leave your sight never to cross your path again.” Your voice shook, eyes brimming with tears as you clutched at your robe for stability.

“No, you have not offended me, I bear no ill will towards you y/n, I promise you.” He said hurriedly, ushering you inside his chambers.

“But if I have not, then why have you been avoiding me? I have searched my mind and cannot find a reason.” You continued, voice filled with sorrow, as you wrapped your robe further around yourself, not meeting his eyes.

Elrond’s mind was a mess. He had been avoiding you because he could no longer contain his affections. Every moment he spent in your presence, he had to fight back the urge to blurt out his feelings in the most undignified way. But to see you so distraught, so uncertain, tore at his heart and his resolve.

“I have been battling within myself for some time, and I wished to spare you of my turmoil.” He said gently, hand twitching with the urge to reach out and comfort you. But he could not, if he did, he would find himself unable to let you go.

“We are friends, you can always come to me with your difficulties, you know this.” You said, lifting your gaze to his.

Elrond hung his head as he saw your tears, glistening like diamonds as they fell. “Of course, I do, but this particular matter is one I must solve myself.”

You took a step forward and took one of his hands in yours. “No matter is too dark or difficult that the light of friendship cannot help resolve it.”

Your voice was so gentle, so earnest, that his fingers curled around your hand, and he fell to his knees, head still hung low. “Y/N, I do not deserve this kindness, if you knew the depths of my desire, the dreams I have had you would scorn me.”

Your voice grew in strength before softening once more as you caressed his jaw. “Never, I would never scorn you. Elrond, you have a piece of my heart that no one else shall ever have, and that is not easily dissuade.”

Elrond looked up at you, oakwood eyes filled with a mix of admiration and anxiety. “I’ve never wanted anyone or anything the way I want you. It’s terrifying. And so, so beautiful.” He said, voice reverent and trembling, he pressed your hand to his lips, the warmth lingering.

“I do not know what to say.” You said breathlessly, heart pounding in your chest.

“You need not say anything, I could no longer remain quiet, my affections for you have grown too large in my heart. Y/N I merely needed you to know how much I love you.”

You sunk to your knees and cupped Elrond’s face. “I do not know what to say except that I have loved you for as long as I can remember, and I will never cease to love you.” You pressed your lips to his, pouring every ounce of affection and feeling you had into the kiss, hoping he would understand the longing you’ve carried for so long.

When you broke apart, foreheads resting against each other, he took your hands and kissed them both. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” He whispered, and you whispered it right back before connecting your lips once more.

Tag list: @nyctophilic0vitnir, @elronds-pointy-ears, @elrondscalaquendi, @dilf-superiority

#young elrond #elrond x reader #rop elrond #elrond rop #elrond x you #elrond peredhel #meg's writing #prompt game #thanks for the request!#I hope you like it!!!#elrond #rop #rop fanfiction #this one I really liked how the style of the writing ended up #i love writing men on their knees it's just such a great display of devotion and men should bring that back #young!elrond #young elrond fanfic #bridgerton inspired #anon request

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chiharuhashibira · 8 months

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Here's the third part of 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮. Really loved writing this huhu

So we know the drill already XD Let's get started~

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒀𝒐𝒖

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙸𝙸𝙸

𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐗 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐀𝐔)

<𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫>

Content Warnings: Curse words, Slightly Suggestive, Angst/Drama

"Where are we going, though?"

You asked as Sanemi walked you towards his car. He opened the door for you without answering your question, so you didn't go in. "Aren't you going to wait for Genya-kun?" you asked once again, knowing that he usually drives his little brother home.

Sanemi looked up at you, giving you a weird stare. He hates talking about his little brother because he doesn't want to appear soft for anybody. He also does that because he doesn't want anyone to think that he favours the boy because he's his brother. Sanemi doesn't want Genya to be in trouble because of him, so he just treats him like another normal student at school.

But yes, he loves Genya so much, despite how harsh he is with him.

"Obanai's going to take my brother home. There is no need to worry about the boy. Can we go now?"

Sanemi's getting more impatient as he looks at you with crossed arms. The sun will set in a few more hours, and the man wants to spend the day with you. You wanted to, but you don't want to make it as easy for him.

"I'm not the kind of woman that you can just grab and take anywhere that you want to."

He rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh. "Shit, you're definitely getting on my nerves. I know that you're not an easy girl, but I just want to take you out and make up for whatever happened earlier. Why are you mad at me in the first place? I can't fucking fathom what bad thing I did."

You avoided replying because you felt embarrassed. You can't simply say that you ignored him out of jealousy for his ex-girlfriend; for one thing, Sanemi isn't your boyfriend. You aren't even sure whether he still wants you to be his girlfriend or if he's just bored and playing with you.

So to stop any more conversations, you went inside his car, closing the door beside you. Sanemi was astounded by your action, but he didn't protest. He went into his car and turned the key to start it, a tint of red painting his cheeks.

"If I'm mad at you, I won't come in. So, stop asking and drive."

You stated coldy, turning to look at him with a poker face. You're definitely Giyu's best friend with how you imitate his expressions. However, yes, you just want him to stop asking questions, as you're not comfortable answering them.

Sanemi looked at you and gave you a smile. "Yes ma'am~" He teased with a smile plastered on his face.

The drive was silent, and you'll swear that you can hear your heartbeats getting faster with the clock's ticking. Sanemi's breathing is calm, and you watched him through the mirror as he drove, eyes focused on the road.

Those eyelashes are irresistible. It compliments his eyes so much that they appear more beautiful than before. His scars aren't even ugly at all; you loved them. A part of you wanted to touch it, wondering how it would feel against your skin, but it was too early for that.

"Can I hold your hand, Y/N?" He asked, catching your eyes through the mirror. You turned red, gulping, but still you nodded. "If you want to..." Of course you wanted to feel his hands again, and when he finally entwined your fingers and rested them on your lap, your blush became redder.

Sanemi's sweet. You can't deny that. Even if his tongue can lash you with curses, he definitely has this side of him that clearly makes you feel special.

"Shinazugawa-san, why are you doing this?" You asked, wanting to make everything clear.

He didn't waste any seconds and answered you quickly with an unwavering tone.

"I want you to be my girlfriend."

"But why will you do this suddenly? Like, why last night?"

The man suddenly turned red, and you don't know why. So you caressed his hand with your finger to calm him down.

"Why the hell would you ask about that?"

"I mean, why the hell not?"

"Ugh... fine. It's because I confirmed last night that you're single. Fuck, I always thought that you were with that lousy Tomioka."

Laughter suddenly echoed inside his car. You couldn't stop yourself from laughing at his statement. Why in the world would he think that? Since you ship Tomioka to Shinobu, he has no chance with you despite your close relationship with him.

"Giyu's like my big brother. What the fuck!" You laughed again, making Sanemi pull his hands away from you. He pouted, annoyed with himself for blurting that thought out loud.

"Laugh all you want! But you had that vibe with him!"

"Duh! Tomioka-san's my childhood friend. Of course, we'll have that vibe. And besides, I think he secretly likes Kocho-chan back..."

"Oh? He likes Kanae?"

The smile on your face faded as the name escaped from his lips. Sanemi didn't notice this change and continued with his words.

"Eh? I don't think a lousy boy like him would have a chance with Kanae. The girl's into real men."

"Ah, okay."

Real man like you then? You wanted to ask back, but you didn't have the energy to do so. So instead, you just looked out the window and rested your head on your hand.

Silence blanketed the two of you, and finally Sanemi noticed the tension building up. "Oi. I'm sorry to tell you that. I know Tomioka is your friend, but he needs to wake up. I mean, perhaps Tomioka's a good friend to you, but he's not Kanae's type."

"Not Kanae. I'm talking about Shinobu." You said it firmly, which made Sanemi stop talking. "Oh..." escaped from his lips as he cleared his throat and continued to drive.

This man's really taking a step towards your heart and ends up taking two steps back with his actions. You don't hate him, but it's just annoying to hear him speak about Kanae over and over again.

"I guess the guy will do well with that hot-headed little girl."

"Can you stop the car?"

You said that, which shocked your co-teacher. "Uh? Y/N? Why? You know that I'm not on good terms with Tomioka, right?"

"Just fucking stop the car, Sanemi!"

Saying his first name for the first time in this situation made your heart hurt. "I'm sorry, okay? Y/N... please?" He said that, and for the first time, his voice softened up, sounding a bit scared.

You looked at him, and you'll swear that he doesn't look as confident as he did a while ago. Your heart ached a bit watching him like that, but you're not in the mood to console him.

"Why, because Kanae likes a man like you? Why did both of you break up, then? Why don't you go back with her instead of wasting your time with me?"

Sanemi's grip on the steering wheel tightened as those questions escaped from your mouth. The day has been too long, and you're too exhausted to deal with his shit at the moment.

"Stop the car, Shinazugawa-san. I want to go home. Please."

He didn't answer any of your questions, but instead, the man said, "Just let me drive you home. Okay?" You nodded.

You finally reached the front of your house, and Sanemi made sure to park his car properly despite his shaking hands. Yes, shaking. The man seemed to be in a vulnerable state as he tried to touch you, but you swatted his hand away. Perhaps you've hit a painful wound on him or something.

You tried your best not to look at him, but that ended badly as tears started to well up in your eyes. Why would Sanemi wake up this feeling in you and do that? You know that he didn't mean to hurt you, and he didn't know that what he was saying would hurt you.

Before you could open the door, Sanemi pulled you into his arms, and that made your eyes go wide. You didn't expect him to hug you tightly, and with that, your strength ebbed out of your body. He tried to form words, but it seems that he too doesn't have the strength to do so.

You pulled out and went out of his car, and without looking back, you entered your home and closed the door behind you. Sliding down on the floor as the last of your toughness finally faded and a single tear fell out of your cheek.

You like Sanemi back, and you wish that you could say it back, but your insecurity is just getting the best out of you right now. Questions filled your head, and it was deafening.

𝑻𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅…

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𝑬𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑻_𝑻

This chapter made me sad T_T It's Lany's fault! His sad songs played on my playlist and pooooffff it inspired me to write this angsty chappy.

But I swear~ the next chappies won't be as sad as this. Pffft of course! I want a happy ending with my Sanemi T_T

Anywayssss! Feel free to request more! ^^

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

<𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫>

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blackjackkent · 2 months

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Had Hector check out that weird door that Jaheira couldn't get through and it just leads to a passageway to the sewers. Not super clear on what you would do if you came into the palace from that direction because there doesn't seem to be a way to get back up once you're down there, but luckily that doesn't have to be my problem today. XD

Onward to the last door in the dungeons!

More doors!

The doors on the left and right appear to be jail cells; the left is full of children and the right some adults. I think these might be the captured Gur that we promised to try and rescue. The door straight ahead leads to a very large room that looks plot-important so we'll go there last.

Narrator: Approaching the cells, you're met by hollow-eyed faces. There's an almost physical stink of decay and neglect.

"Gods..." Hector mutters. "These poor people..." How long have they been down here? And what's been done to them? He has a sudden sinking feeling that he may not be able to fulfill his promise to the Gur after all; those red eyes say all too much.

"Oh, they're disgusting," Astarion mutters, wrinkling his nose as they approach. "Cazador never fed on wretches like this. How did they get here? What is Cazador doing with them? My brethren spoke nothing of this..."

One of the men in the cell looks sharply towards them as Astarion speaks. Then he steps against the barrier, and those glowing red eyes burn with pain.

"You. I know you..." the man groans hoarsely. "You're the one from the tavern. You smiled... and joked... and got me drunk..."

Astarion goes completely still and his eyes go wide. Hector is sure that, were it possible, he would go even paler than he already is. "You..." he whispers. All the disdain has vanished for a moment; he looks shocked to his core. "No." He takes a step backwards. "You're dead."

"You called me... so many sweet things..." the man says. "My name sounded like a lyric on your tongue..."

"Sebastian..." Astarion answers, and it's as if the word is wrung from him without his consent.

The thrall's eyebrows lift. "You remember me..."

"You were handsome," Astarion says haltingly. "Shy. You'd never been kissed..."

"You taught me how," the thrall says bitterly. "And then you destroyed me."

On the last word, without warning, he surges forward with a roar, shoves an arm through the bars of the door, reaching out to try and grab Astarion, to strike him.

But he can't reach, and slumps against the door, falling to his knees.

"It can't be..." Astarion whispers unsteadily.

(A/N: INCREDIBLY SAD HECTOR FACE happened here. :( )

Hector is feeling a little ill listening to this all play out. The abject cruelty shown by Cazador, the terrible pantomimes Astarion was forced to play out-- the bewildered grief and anger on his companion's face which so often shows such a carefully constructed shell of disdain...

One would think I would be more used, by now, to the terrible things people with power do to those who lack it. I have seen it so much in this city, and among the Absolutists... but every time it feels worse than the last, not better...

"Who is he?" he asks Astarion softly.

Astarion swallows. "It's not just him," he says. His voice is unsteady, just on the edge of trembling. "I know so many of these faces. They're... my conquests. I pursued them, seduced them, then brought them to Cazador. He told us he was feeding on them."

His fists clench at his sides. "But he turned them to spawn," he hisses. "He turned very last one so he'd have souls for this cursed ritual!"

Hector's eyes widen as he looks around, taking in all the faces of these poor broken creatures. Oh, gods... A chill runs through him as he remembers the cell full of children behind him.

"How long...?" Sebastian groans out.

Astarion flinches. "What?"

Sebastion stands, very slowly, returning that fixed gaze to Astarion's face. "How long have I been down here?"

It will be a bad answer, Hector is already sure. He feels himself struggle suddenly with the urge to babble out words of reassurance - we'll save you, we'll kill Cazador, we'll end this whole terrible nightmare of a place - but what reassurance can there be, really, to these people whose lives have already been shattered?

Let Astarion answer.

Astarion's eyes drop to the floor. "One hundred and seventy years," he mutters. "You were one of my first."

Sebastian's shoulders slump. "My friends..." he whispers. "My family. They're... all gone..." His glowing eyes narrow. "You took them from me! You took everything from me!" His voice builds to a desperate roar.

Hector draws back a step, puts a hand to the side - not quite touching Astarion's arm but gesturing him back. [PERSUASION] "We'll set you free," he says firmly.

Sebastian's head twitches slightly, a half-shake. "Free?" he says bitterly. "We'll never be free while that monster lives."

"That's why we're here," Astarion says sharply, eager to turn the subject from his past failures to his present hope of success. "To destroy Cazador."

"You can't," Sebastian says despondently. "It's not possible."

"We'll find a way," says Hector.

"And then?" asks Sebastian, rounding on him. "What happens to us?"

The question gives Hector pause for a moment. It's a valid one, really. His instinct is to tell them to run from this place and never look back - but if Astarion is right, they're spawn now just like him. And Astarion feeds on animals, but can such a crowd of people all be depended to maintain such discipline?

"What do you want to happen?" he asks slowly after a short pause.

Sebastian looks at him with a steadiness that does him credit given the length of his torture. "I don't know. I just don't want to die down here. Please... Whatever you do, just do it quickly. I can't go on waiting..."

Astarion is clearly fighting the urge to look away, but he holds the other man's gaze as he answers. "We'll be back. You have my word."

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #ughhhhhhhhh how fucking awful #fuck cazador

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catgirl-frostmoon · 10 months

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Memories Come in on Little Cat Feet

@fyeahghosttrick it be the #ghost swap and it be for you, @katecattus I ended up following three of your prompts (mostly by accident, mind you XD). Here they are: Prompt #1 Anything on how Yomiel met Sissel, could be at any point in their lives, any situation, just give me a first spark that attracted them to each other Prompt #2 I don’t get tired of Yomiel in prison, so anything on that note, be it a story or an art would be nice Prompt #3 The main cast interacting with Yomiel post canon. Make it an accident or something planned, apologetic on one or both sides, but something with a feel-good vibe And here’s the Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48004426 ____

It has been said that 'the fog comes in on little cat feet'; perhaps that is why your thoughts came in like fog, a gradual build-up of emotions and memories.

That's when I met you, old friend.

I had ransacked your body, claimed it as my own. I had pitter-pattered those little cat feet - no, little kitten feet, given how small you were (as small as you are now, because I took away your ability to grow up) - off in search of food, of water, of comfort and 'home'. All I could hear originally were your base thoughts: 'I need food', 'I'll die of starvation', 'it's just so cold', and 'I'm lonely'. 'I'm lonely, lonely, lonely, abandoned by all those who might love me.' (I was so lonely, too. That's almost certainly what drove us together.)

So I took you out, traveled away from the corpse I didn't realize was mine, and gathered you food, and gathered water water, and gathered even the occasional appreciative human. In those days, as you slept on the brink of consciousness and I had forgotten my own twisted existence, life was vaguely peaceful, a sort of fuzzy cohabitation where neither party was truly in their best minds. And then I found her, dangling down from our ceiling, and everything I had forgotten came rushing back.

All the memories of yours that had crept in like mist, the immediate recollection of who was in front of me - they made me realize that I was somehow in someone else's body, rummaging around a house I just traveled to on subconscious instinct alone, parading around some cat while my own body was gods-know-where and my fiance was, well. I don't even remember what happened directly afterwards; I know I retrieved my corpse at some point and had puppeteered it back home, but how exactly I did that has only gotten fuzzier over time. Despite the whole "taking over your body" thing, I still had yet to fully absorb the implications of my abilities, or my state of being, because wow, who'd have thought that the lack of feeling was some weird side effect of being a walking corpse and not just an awful trauma response? All I know is that a few days later, I was somehow taking care of the starved kitten I accidentally saved, adopting a name for you I never thought I'd use again.

…I think it was that convergence of memories that netted you the name Sissel."

And so, the ghostly black cat who moved as though he was transient, blue mist - he blinked back, his fur rippling against the blood-red backdrop. "I see."

(I'm fighting the urge to facepalm, Sissel, because that was a non-response if there ever was one.)

"Yes, well," a slight bristle here, a twitchy whisker there, "I'm not sure if I have any good responses to this." (I can't mess up on my words here…!)

"Cat got your tongue?"

"...."

"...still," the man-formerly-in-red-but-now-currently-in-pink spoke with an-almost smile, a sight more common as each day in the new world passed, "thanks for listening. You and the other Sissel check up so frequently that I can almost push past the leftover despair." And with that, his not-quite-smile darkened with melancholy, a much more familiar sight. "Almost."

And so, in lieu of a response, Sissel leaned himself into Yomiel's shoulder; an ethereal feeling, as everything in the ghost world is, but a comforting touch nonetheless. "Then," with a patented cat smile, "I'll just keep asking you questions until you can truly smile. Okay?" And without waiting for a response, the mental link ended, the world no longer painted in hues of red, a ghostly black cat no longer (visibly) gracing his presence.

"I'll hold you to it."

#Ghost Trick #Ghost Swap #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #I feel like I'm going to implode in a mixture of nerves and illness #But I hope you like this!!!!!!!

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ridiasfangirlings · 7 months

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i dont even know how but (again from the south park episode about paris hilton kidnapping butters as her pet..) some famous influencer woman kidnapping yata

Yata’s so cute and small, no wonder he was kidnapped XD I imagine in this case it being something like he’s dragged off to be some famous influencer’s ‘assistant’ and Yata has no idea how this happened but also he can’t get away because that would require him to yell at a girl. Say there’s some lady in Shizume who’s been making waves as an up-and-coming influencer type, she makes constant liveblogs about the city and all the weird things that happen here. At one point she’s filming a ‘visit lesser known locations with me’ vlog and she decides to stop at Bar Homra. As it happens Kusanagi is out and Yata’s helping with the customers, as soon as this girl walks in Yata’s all blushing and stuttering because oh no women. The influencer initially ignores him, instead just being all OMG look at this bar it’s so quaint. Yata doesn’t know what quaint means but don’t insult Kusanagi-san’s bar. The lady looks at him and she’s like aw look at this guy with his beanie and his red hair, he’s so charming, hey come take a video with me.

Yata is of course tongue tied and this lady just bulldozes right over him all hey why don’t you show me more places like this, talking to her audience all this guy has offered to give me a tour and Yata’s just like wait I did what. The lady drags him out just as Anna’s coming downstairs. An hour or so later Kusanagi comes back and wonders where Yata went, Anna helpfully tells him that Misaki was kidnapped by a lady with a phone. If it was anyone else saying this Kusanagi wouldn’t believe them but he’s not going to argue with Anna so he’s just like ‘I….see,’ wondering if they’ll need to rescue Yata at some point. He figures Yata’s a grown adult and can handle himself though, it should be fine.

Meanwhile Yata is absolutely not fine, he’s been roped into carrying all these bags for the influencer and lugging around camera equipment and having to be her guide when he just wants to leave. Everytime he tries to say something though she’s got her camera (and also her boobs, even scarier) in his face and he can barely get a word out. Eventually the influencer gets annoyed because ugh there’s these guys in blue uniforms blocking where I want to get my shot. Yata feels some uncharacteristic relief as he immediately looks for Saruhiko, like please get me out of this. The Blues are shooing everyone away from the scene though and Yata’s trying to get a word in edgewise, like I just need to see Saruhiko it’s an emergency.

That’s when he hears this mocking ‘what are you doing here Misaki’ and Yata has never felt more relieved to hear his first name said in that tone. Pride is all to the wind now, he’s like there’s this weird girl dragging me around can you just get me out of here. Fushimi of course finds this whole thing hilarious, like what Misaki did you get kidnapped by a girl. Yata’s all shut up I did not (but also please make her go away). Fushimi is toying with the idea of just leaving Yata to his fate or making him beg for Fushimi’s help when imagine the influencer girl shows up again all ‘come on, Misaki-kun.’ Fushimi’s eyelid immediately twitches at the sound of someone else using Yata’s first name and Yata can’t even yell at him for pulling his knives on a girl, at least now Yata is finally free.

#Yata Misaki #Fushimi Saruhiko #Talking K #and that's how Yata almost became some influencer lady's pet chihuahua #until Fushimi shows up and is like excuse me that's my emotional support gang member #Yata would normally save himself but y'know it was a girl she was scary okay

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marinerainbow · 5 months

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Moony got the second biggest amount XD You know I love your wolf man! ^^

13, 14, 18, 20

You picked 18, Wicked... For any particular reason? 😏 XDDD

13. Name one thing their parents taught them.

If Moony was born and not drawn. I'm not sure what his homelife would be like yet though (I've got a very angsty idea... But I've also tortured my OC's enough 😭)

The wolf drummed the pads of his fingers on the table for a moment as he thought. It didn't take too long for him to answer, though, "My dad. He taught me how to use tools from a young age. He was a carpenter, so he knew a lot about that stuff. It helped me get into construction work, so I guess he also helped me with my career."

14. Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any?

Yes, he does. To both of those questions. He jokes that some of the things he likes are guilty pleasures when they really aren't, like margaritas. There are others he feels genuinely guilty about, like the opportunity to just wreck shit up (some asshole at a bar, a plate smashing wearehouse, etc). He doesn't like that side of himself very much.

18. Kissing: tongue or no tongue?

The canines cheek fur puffed up a little before he rubbed the back of his neck bashfully. He seemed to now find the wall very interesting, "Well... The first option. I like how close you can get with french kissing. But you know. Teeth." He sheepishly smiled a little and pointed at his canines. They weren't completely exposed like they would be in a snarl, but you could still see his sharp fangs, "Nobody wants to get their mouth cut up."

20. What do they like that nobody else does?

"This is probably gonna sound pretty weird, but I've been taking an interest in true crime shows and documentaries lately." Moony replied, "I guess some people like it too? But it can get pretty depressing, so I'm not surprised that not a whole lot of folks dig it.

"... I honestly didn't think I'd like it considering everything, but I just found it while browsing channels one day, and I just got into it. I've even found Cake on my lap watching it when I fall asleep with the TV on, actually. So I guess I've got a little buddy to watch it with me, hehe."

I hope these answers were satisfactory! Thank you for sending them in! ^^

#asks #Moony Wolf #OC answers #My own OC's #wfrr #who framed roger rabbit

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thatonecoryosimp · 2 years

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Okay- okay- I fell in love with your XD x Y/n x Techno and I was thinking if it’s okay if you could do a corruption kink with any god of your choice? (Maybe like Foolish or XD)?

Oh, darling. You are speaking my language! I'm so sorry this has taken so long. My mental health hasn't been all that great. And if you don't like how this turned out you can request to have it redone! Also, I made this fem!reader with gender-neutral pronouns.

I also chose XD since I'm a bit more familiar with him.

7/1/2022

He was always with them. Not like they were that aware of his presence. However, he made sure that they also knew they weren't alone. Letting them catch a shadow here or there. Maybe a small inclination that there was someone watching them.

There was something about his little human that made him so attached. They were so... naive. So blatantly unaware of the cruelness in the world. And the best part? They were beyond innocent. And XD lived for it. He craved them.

One night he just couldn't take it anymore. He had been watching just like usual when he saw them subtly rocking their hips against their bed. He could see the look of confusion on their face when they felt pressure growing between their thighs.

They were so sheltered and busy growing up that they were never made aware of anything to do with sex. They would always right off the feeling as something weird that only they experienced.

XD couldn't help himself any longer. He appeared in their room out of their immediate sight. He watched them rock a bit faster before he spoke.

"Do you need help, dove?"

Their head shot up and toward him. They let out a little squeak as they pushed themself up.

"I can help you, y'know. I can show you if you'd like."

They glanced at him and then down again.

"You can do something about this... feeling?"

"Yes, I can, dove. If you'd like me to."

They seemed to consider for a second before nodding.

XD reached out and tilted their chin up, "Words, dove."

"Will you please? Will you help me?"

"Of course."

XD pushed his knee onto the bed. Settling his weight. He slowly pushed them back onto the bed. He sat his other leg on the bed before throwing the first over their waist. His hands traveled to their shirt. Pressing his fingers to their covered nipples and flicking them slightly.

They let out a little whine and he chuckled.

"Such a sensitive little dove."

He pulled their shirt up and sighed. Letting his hands travel down to their waist before slipping his fingers under their shorts and pulling them down.

"No underwear, huh?"

He saw them blush and look away.

He grabbed their face and pulled it to where they were looking at him.

"Now don't be shy. We're just getting started."

He pulled his mask up just enough where his mouth was visible. He sunk down farther on the bed and pulled their shorts all the way off.

He got close to their cunt before flicking their clit with his index finger. They let out a startled cry as his long tongue started slowly tracing from their slit to their bud.

He got closer and pushed his tongue in. His hands grabbed their thighs as he started tongue fucking them. They jerked away at first from the unfamiliar feeling before grounding their hips against him.

He felt their hands in his hair, tugging it harshly as he sped up a bit. He listened to all of the noises he was pulling from their lips. He lost himself in their whines and moans for more. He could feel their walls tightening as he continued. He managed to work them over the edge and then pulled back.

He moved so they were eye level before licking his lips and leaning to their ear.

"Absolutely delicious, my dove. I might just need another taste."

~~~

I hope you enjoyed this, my darling. Once again, I'm so sorry this took so long. I do hope it was worth the wait.

I love you my darlings. Stay hydrated and be safe.

~Jules

#dreamxd #dreamxd x reader #x reader #smut #x reader smut #dreamxd x reader smut #dream x reader smut #dream x reader

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celestialking · 2 years

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Golden possession

NSFW 18+ only - Minors/Ageless blogs DNI

Finished writing: Oct 1, 2022

Pairing: Foolish, Amab!Reader, GeorgeHD

Warnings: amab, cockwarming, humiliation, bit of jealousy/possessiveness

Kinktober

After scaring DreamXD away from you, a literal God, Foolish thought he had no one else to worry about. No one else had the guts to flirt with you in front of the demigod. Until that bastard, George showed up. Having to worry about Dream's bargain and the need to fulfill his debt was already stressful enough. So upon seeing you in the gardens being towered over by someone a little too close for his liking let's just say the day was soured slightly.

You leaned back from the God in front of you hearing a familiar voice call out to you. "Foolish," you exclaimed.

The totem hybrid whisked you into a tight hold, away from the brunette. "What're you doing here George and what's with the weird get-up?"

He only chuckled. "My name is GeorgeHD,"

Things clicked a bit slow for the man behind you but eventually he frowned, setting his chin on you. "HD? Like XD? I have to deal with another one of you jerks?"

The look on HD's face was anything but amused. "You don't have to deal with me in any sort of way, I'm only here because something caught my eye," the God responded tracing over your form.

You dropped your voice to a whisper that hopefully wouldn't be heard by anyone other than your lover. "Maybe we should avoid offending the God and getting struck down?" You offered your hand finding one of his.

"Well, I'd appreciate you keeping your eyeballs to yourself," Foolish huffed.

HD chuckled before leaving wordlessly.

"C'mon I know exactly how to end today. I know you'll like it," you giggled, dragging him along as an attempt to change the mood. Foolish seemed more flustered by the fact of you holding his hand rather than what you were implying.

The desert was lonesome, which was good because it meant complete privacy. So private that Foolish had built a hidden throne room out in the desert sun specifically made for one thing. You riding him.

"Wouldn't you agree this is better?" You finally asked after having him begin to open you up on his fingers.

Foolish watched your hips push back against his fingers. "Yes," he hadn't said much since you both sat out here but you couldn't blame him.

Your body was covered in gold jewelry he had gotten made for you. Just another claim of his that made him swell with pride. You gasped as he pushed a third finger in.

Your head tilted back allowing him to mouth at your throat. He could feel every sharp gasp and soft moan as it bubbled its way through you.

"Please," you begged.

Foolish removed his fingers. "You want to ride or-"

"just wanna feel," you cut him off.

"Okay," he hummed, helping you turn around in his lap.

Hands helped steady you over one of his cocks. It still amazed you that the shark hybrid had two. The tip bumped against your hole, but the hands on your hips wouldn't let you sink down.

"Foolish," you whined.

He giggled before letting you take control. You sat down on his cock, sighing as you were finally full. "That's it," Foolish murmured, pulling you back to relax against his chest.

It was comforting in a way. Sitting in the demigod's lap as you cockwarmed him, your hand absent-mindedly stroking his other cock. His lips pressed against your shoulder, tongue, and teeth lazily working their way to cover you in a sinful design of the shark hybrid's imagination.

"Foolish," you sighed his name leaning more into his touch.

You felt a hand reach up to wrap around your cock. He hummed, beginning to stroke slowly. His thumb brushed over the tip. You could sit like this forever, his cock buried deep as he took you apart with his hands.

The desert sun was slowly setting now. The warm sun rays washed over your body. "My divine love,"

It was a whisper but it made you dizzy just the same. His touch was gentle, mapping out every inch of your body. All for him, just for him.

When his hand quickened you squirmed. "S-slow down," The orgasm he had been slowly building up was now being barreled towards.

Opening your eyes that had fluttered shut a while ago you saw you both were no longer alone. You chose not to question how the God had found Foolish's private throne.

"We're busy," was all Foolish grunted out.

Your squirming had led to you bouncing lightly on his dick.

"Is that so?" The brunette hummed.

You couldn't quite pinpoint the emotion that filled you. There was something about GeorgeHD's hungry gaze that trailed your body that you enjoyed. A sinful desire that melted your bones, made you aware of every burning touch on your body.

The God was quick to notice and quick to put you down.

"Seems to me that they need more than just you," he grinned at Foolish before turning his attention to you. "Isn't that right pet? You need another cock to satisfy you?"

The humiliation of being called out in seconds shivered through you. The next sentence was shocking, as it didn't come from him but from behind you.

"Is he right?" Foolish mumbled. "I have you spread open on my throne and the only thing you can think about is another cock down your throat?" Your skin prickled as you were called out by both individuals for your need for more.

"Maybe,"

Foolish removed his hand, leaving you still painfully hard.

HD frowned. "I don't like sharing my pets but I suppose I could do so just this once,"

The slow, lidded glare Foolish gave him filled you with excitement. "Or maybe I should teach this God who you really belong to baby. We both know it's my name you'll be screaming,"

HD just laughed. "I know why XD likes you. You're funny. Funny and delusional. They'll forget your name by the time I'm done with them,"

There was a challenge in his voice. Maybe if you weren't already so cock drunk from your spot in Foolish's lap you would have realized how slightly dangerous this scenario was. You were going to be lucky to remember your name after tonight. Foolish's hands grasped your hips harshly.

"Challenge accepted,"

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hacked-by-jake · 1 year

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𝗠𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗲

Pairing: Doctor!Jake x FemalePatient!MC

A/n, listen carefully 2.0, it's still about my honor xD: Okay so, this here is a joke, okay?! It's not meant to be serious. A few weeks ago this was created after we had an interesting conversation on Discord. We had a list of certain terms there, these terms were 18+ and it was about what words one could use to describe it. A lot of those words were terrible, and then it escalated, and that’s how this crack fic here was born. I used some of the words mentioned in the list and marked them here in red so you know I would never use those words in real life. 😂 Another shout out to the lovely Discord people who encouraged me to post it. 🫣💚 I repeat: this is a joke. And now I'm going to shut up, have fun. 😭

"So, what’s wrong with you today, Mrs MC, you’re in my office for the third time this week, no one is sick as often as you are."

Doctor Jake entered the room and slowly closed the door behind him.

MC sat on the stretcher a little nervous and watched his every move.

"I have a sore throat and I think I also have fever"

"Sore throat and fever it is, that does not sound good, do you think that I can help you there?"

Doctor Jake came slowly towards her. The white coat stretched on his wide and muscular upper arms and he elegantly pulled off the large black glasses, to then clamp it into the collar of the black silk shirt. Right in front of her, between her legs, he stopped and looked down at her with almost black eyes.

The young woman swallowed and let her gaze slide down his upper body, getting caught on the zipper of his white doctor’s pants. The fabric at this point was stretched and she could observe a tense twitch of his schlong, trapped in the tight pants.

MC looks up at him: "I think it would be good if you, doc, would measure my temperature with your thermometer."

"Ohh, I think so too," Doctor Jake said. The next second he had stepped back from her, his finger hooked in the waistband of her jeans, pulling her butt off the stretcher.

She stood shaky in front of him as he put both hands on her shoulders and pushed her down to the floor. Her knees touched the cold tiles, she looked up at him again, her mouth right at the level of his crotch.

"What are you doing?" the young woman asked uncertainly, but in her eyes gleamed excited anticipation.

"What does it look like? I want to measure your fever, give me your hand," he demanded. She lifted her hand up to him, carefully.

With his other hand he surrounded her chin with light pressure.

"Be a good girl and open my pants."

Again the young woman swallowed but then did what was required of her. She first placed her hand on his aroused Willy, then stroked him a few times through the fabric of the pants before she used her two hands to open the button, and then the zipper. Immediately, the more than ready fever thermometer jumped at her and surprised her that it was not in a sterile storage box.

'He doesn’t wear boxer shorts' thought the kneeling woman and heat shot directly between her legs.

Cautiously, she placed her hand around the thermometer and pumped up and down carefully a few times.

The doctor stared at her obsessively.

"Come on, what are you waiting for?" he asked, "I have other patients."

Without further hesitation, the patient let her tongue circle once around the tip of the measure stick, then she opened her lips and took it into her mouth.

The doctor choked, then it turned into a growl.

With one hand he reached into her hair at the back of her head, wrapped the braid she was wearing around his hand and pushed the even deeper into her.

"What did you say, babygirl? You have a fever and a sore throat? You definitely have a fever, I feel how hot your mouth is. Did you know that yogurt is good for a sore throat? You’re lucky I got the right yogurt right here." As he spoke, he pushed the thermometer deeper and deeper into her mouth, again and again, and she almost had difficulty breathing. Nevertheless, she moved her head in sync with the movements of his hips.

"Keep it up, baby girl, and you’ll get all my throat yogurt, which is what you need now, it’ll do you good, you and me."

What am I doing here??

#Send help #duskwood smut #dwn.sfw #duskwood memes #duskwood jake #duskwood mc #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood fanfiction #ns.fw

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slashingdisneypasta · 9 months

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So I was thinking about OC x Canon stuff for a certain pervy character (I'm certain you know which one I'm talking about XD) while waking up this morning. And I got the idea of THIS excerpt for all the sex crazies, and I NEED to vent it out somehow. You can not escape. Resistance is futile >:)

Your lips found their way onto his own very easily. Just like all the times before. But this time was different, somehow. He could tell by the quick and shaky motions of your hands as you undid his shirt (or toga- for Hades). But he didn't waste time questioning it; all that mattered was you right now.

It wasn't until you pulled your lips away, just enough to breath, and you spoke with a tone that wasn't quite familiar with you, that he realized how much you needed him right now, "I don't care what you want to do to me. I don't care how long you take me. Just make me forget everything, tonight. Please."

You didn't want to think about anything today. You didn't want to remember that you needed to be at work tomorrow. You didn't want to be reminded of all your overwhelming thoughts today. You didn't even want to find out what time it was on the clock. All you wanted, all you needed right now, was him.

It feels so weird writing something that looks like it belongs in a romantic novel for the pervy villains, but this wouldn't leave my head XD did something happen to you that made you sad? Are you just in a ~state~? Are you and the pervy villain of your choice together together? Are you two just very close friends? You decide XD

Omgggggg, its amazing!! Reader astronomically horny XD (I mean, telling these men you don't care what they do to you?? Woo... ) I loved waking up to this, I really did. This is excellent!! XDD I had to add a little bit for each of them <3<3 Offender's is a little rushed but I hope you like these! XD

Baffled!Concerned!Pervy MultiVillains x Worn-Out!Reader || Excerpts / Drabbles

Plot: These are continuations of the above excerpt! So reader comes onto their pervy villain hard- but the question is, why??

Warnings: Sexual Themes and sexual references though no actual smut. Also reader is just very worn out after a long week. Freddy's is set in the Horror House, hence Tiffany's appearance XD (Bonus for you marinerainbow, since this was your idea XD)

Tagging: Will do Later

Beetlejuice:

"Please, BJ, please. I- I just- I need-... " You just let out a deep, frustrated sigh; how do you explain what you need? You need to be filled, you need his tongue in your mouth, you need to think about something other then your life right now. Something that's overwhelming and feels good.

Instead of shoving his head between your thighs, which he has done before but not successfully like this time would be, BJ doesn't move at all; Watching you. "... you good there, sugar?"

You're completely surprised by the concerned tilt of his head, how he doesn't just jump you immediately like you thought. You were sure that he wouldn't ask any questions, that's partly why you came to him, so this makes you hesitate. Makes you still, as you stare up at him; Your fingers on the lapels of his jacket and lips parted.

Beetlejuice was always coming onto you. It sounds conceited, but he was! He does! Even when you were mad at him, or you didn't want to see him. It was honestly frustrated and borderline sexual harassment.

... no, actually, it was sexual harassment. Why you hadn't exorcized him, you don't know. Maybe, part of you,... likes him?

You didn't know, and you certainly didn't want to think about it right now. All you wanted to do was get filled and forget about everything- and you want Beetlejuice to be the man for the job, damnit! Where is this sudden concern for your wellbeing coming from?? Couldn't that wait until tomorrow?

With his grotty hands on your arms, BJ holds you still from jumping him, holding his head tilted to the side at you; Hair a crazy, knotted mess that you just wanna touch. The look on his dirty face, still-sneering but with soft eyes now makes your heart hurt and you take a deep breath; Fixing your grip on his lapels.

"I just... need to think about something else."

A dirty smirk slips across his face. "Like me, babydoll?"

You let out a shuddering breath, his voice and 'babydoll', creeping down your spine. "... Please... " Finally he pulls you close, your body pressed up against every inch of his as he catches your chin in between those fingers and guides you to look up at him. Theirs's a mischievous grin on his face, heat reappearing in his eyes once again, and yet he's showing impressive resolve as he talks to you lowly; His already-hard cock digging into you through his filthy pants.

"... okay here's the deal, doll." Attentive, you hold your chin up yourself, listening to him closely and watching his face carefully. You're a mess right now, made even worse by his sudden concern for you. You just want him to fuck you! Do anything to you; Tease you, pound you, use you- you know he's been waiting for a while, so where is the urgency?? "I'm gonna split you in two like you want," The words make your mouth fall open a sigh to slip out, shocking you and making his smirk get worse- nastier, sluttier, hornier. "cuz we both know I cant help myself what with you offerin yourself up to me like this~~... But after that, you're gonna tell ol BJ what's the matter, yeah? Cuz its pretty obvious, babe, you're strung out over somethin... I wanna be the one to know what."

"Wh- why??"

"Cuz you're my little breather, right? Right." He flashes a bright, mouldy grin, before reaching down and getting to work yanking his pants down. "Now bend your ass over the side of the couch- nope, don't take off your pants, I wanna do that~~"

Chucky Lee Ray:

"Huh, sudden... " As Chucky takes a moment to 'consider your offer', being an asshole, you begin to untuck his shirt from his pants. "Hm, I don't know... heheheh... feel like you should really buy me dinner first~... Wouldn't wanna make feel cheap, would you?? Heheh."

"Chucky," You hiss, taking him by the coat and yanking him to focus on you. "This is a one-time-offer. Sex without strings. Fuck me, use me." Uh, "wh- what do you want?? Blow job? Doggy?" You're desperate. You'll let him have you anyway he likes. Please, just- fuck, you want to forget everything. You want your thoughts disturbed. Disturbed, crushed, vanished, forgotten. "Whatever you want, tell me- now, or I'm leaving and I'll get it from someone else. "

"... you know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were upset." At this, you give him a scowl, and he holds it with a frustrating smirk. It feels like he's staring right into your soul, with those intense blue eyes of his, and for a whole moment you really think he's going to reject you. Or worse, try to find out why you're acting this way all-of-a-sudden. Sure, you've fucked before but not like this, you've never been like this before, and you know that he knows it. You know that he knows something is wrong; He's smart like that. And usually, that's one of the things you like about him but damnit-... just for tonight, can he just be a horny asshole, with you? No digging, no poking, no figuring you out. "... but who am I to let an offer like that fly by, eh?~ "

... You suddenly feel a flood of affection for this man wash through you; He clearly knows something is terribly off with you, you're completely strung out, but for once he doesn't try to dig into you and make you feel worse. You're so thankful and relieved, that you almost completely forget what you wanted to do, just standing there with a ghost of a smile on your lips.

So he takes the reigns for you, dragging you in for a crushing kiss that reminds you, sets the events of the rest of the night in motion. A clipped whine slips out of you, because yes this is just what you wanted, and you grip onto him tight; Parting your lips for him and kissing him back.

Freddy Krueger:

Of course, though- with Freddy it was never that easy. He never let it be that easy.

You knew that, you know him. And you were ready. As soon as that smirk slides across his face and his mouth opens to say something, you lean up and seal your lips with his; Successfully stopping it.

You just wanna make out with your perpetually horny, evil dilf friend- is that too much to ask for?? You have no energy for his manipulative shit, tonight. Nor his puns, nor his innuendos, nor his teasing. You just... want to feel good. Today- this week- the whole month past, has been exhausting. But as his slimy tongue begins to search in your mouth, you begin to feel it all inching away... pleased that your strategy worked, you melt into him; Your arms glide carefully over his shoulders and you tilt your head, only parting to breath every few moments.

As your heartbeat is beginning to feel slower, returning to a comfortably steady state with his tongue in your mouth, there's sudden footsteps to your right.

God- fucking- damnit. You knew you shouldn't have done this in the hallway.

"Well, well~~ Oh, what do we have, here??" Tiffany's voice rings out and your body goes stiff once again. Freddy releases your lips and you immediately press your face into his sweater- you don't want to see anybody, but him. Sorry, you do love Tiffany, but she doesn't exactly have what you need right now (The glass versions aren't quite the same).

"Isn't your boy toy lookin' for you??" You hear Freddy ask (As in hint, hint), your eyes falling shut.

"Mm, nope~"

"Aren't you lookin' for him??" Hint! Hint!

Tiffany giggles, a mischievous twang to the sound. "Nu uh~... "

Freddy growls, and you feel it more then you hear it; This sound a low rumble coming straight from his chest. You can just imagine the look on his face, a complete scowl and frustrated dark blue eyes. "Fine... " You know these next words are for you, as one hand and one glove come down on your waist and he squeezes; Making you sigh. "C'mon, princess, lets go to your room~~ There's a couple more things I wanna not say to you, anyway~"

Greasy Weasel:

Your lips make a trail of kisses up Greasy's neck, but somehow his words come out cock-sure still, though you can feel his fingers gripping your waist tight- almost bruising you. Just how you want him. Just as needy as you are. "You are making some dangerous requests, mon amore~ " As Greasy thinks about your words earlier, your completely meant words, you lick slowly over the line of kisses you made- desperate to get him so worked up he just takes you. "... whatever I want... however long I want... weren't you warned??"

"That you're a depraved pervert with no game, and therefor, years worth of blue balls?" You ask, pulling back from him just far enough to catch his dark eyes, heavy with lust. With a shrug, your skin buzzing at being so close to him and having him look at you like THAT. "... I mean you'd think knowing you for all these months and kissing you a few times was warning enough. I mean, I think I felt your tongue in my esophagus. But- yeah." Impatient, you reach down and carefully start to undo his belt. "Wheezy warned me. He used those exact words, actually. Now- "

As you undo his belt buckle, he watches you in a calm manor, finally enjoying the sight you know he must have only pictured before... that is until you slip the belt free and he jumps- catching your wrists and looking wide-eyed as if he only just realised that you're really truly serious. Just!? "Y/N! Y/N, mi amore, wait-wait-wait. Wait." Raising a brow in confusion, you stop and tilt your head at him as he holds your arms in his hands- away from himself.

"... Do you not want?- "

"Oh no no no, I do. I- I want to do so so many delicious things to you, amore, I can show you the list, but- Just a moment." You tilt your head to the other side, confused and frustrated. Why the hold up?? You need to be filled!- "I just... I need to ask, are you... On any medications?? Right now?? You are acting manic- "

Whatever you thought he was going to say, it wasn't that. "What!? No!"

His eyes soften the slightest bit, all the bit that Greasy is capable of, and he rubs his thumb into the skin underneath your elbows. It makes you wanna keen, wanna feel his painfully hard cock throb against you, wanna sink down on hi- "... Then are you okay?"

... Oh shit. You feel like you wanna fuck him even more for that, but you really don't want to answer him. You don't want to think about why you're wanting him so bad, needing him. You don't want to think!- period.

Taking a deep breath, you look down at your feet. "Yes, I'm fi- well, no, but- I... I just... Grease, just... please... I cant, right now. I just... want you... "

After a moment, you look up with a pained expression (So tired, so worn out, so needing to just feel good).

The kiss you get slammed with starts with the tongue, then the lips follow and it makes you absolutely dissolve into him.

Hades:

The moment that you sat down on his lap, that determined look in your eyes, Hades knew what you were going to try.

The naked need in your eyes and your kiss were explanation enough for him, apparently- after all, he was a busy man himself. Always stressed, always overworked, always frustrated and tired. And if you were offering a way to help with that~ Then he was more then happy to play along. Especially with you.

His smooth lips drew a hot line across your skin as he pressed firm kisses from your lips, to the corner of your mouth, your jaw, your throat and down your neck. Your fingers dig into the fabric pf his toga that you hadn't managed to get off of him, the feeling he left in his wake enough to make you squeeze around nothing. Its not enough, you need him, you need-

"Hhh- Hades- "

"I know, sweetheart, I know. I got you. Just a sec." He pulls back and smirks at you, and you feel devastated by it. He's so handsome. He's so perfect. You're so glad, he is the way that he is. "Just let me enjoy this for a nanosecond, okay?... we both know I've been angling for this for a while... " Yes, since you met. It took him a while but he finally managed to get you dating him a couple of weeks ago... you haven't fucked, yet.

Sighing, you lean your body forward and rest your forehead on his shoulder. This isn't enough. You need his cock, you need him to pound you, you need him to make you cum and slowly, gently pull out... just to slam back in and again and fuck you rough into another squirting orgasm. You... need... him!!...

"Its been a tough week, huh doll?" Hades asks, above you, twirling a strand of your hair around his finger, feeling you throb in his lap and loving it.

"... Yes... " You force out, feeling his hard cock just under you, right where you want him but yet so far... God its big, it'll stretch you so well...

"Gotta say- this is a pretty good way to release the tension babe. Maybe we can make this a bi-weekly thing? Or weekly? Every other day?- "

"Hades!" You cry, begging.

"Alright alright," He chuckles, and finally disappears his toga from his lap, allowing you to pull your own up over your thighs eagerly line yourself up with the monster. Just as you're about to finally finally sink down on it, Hades sticks a finger into the soft skin beneath your chin, and guides you up to connect his gaze with yours again. That smirk is still on his face, though its even darker now. "Let me take care of you, eh?"

Offenderman:

"Fender, Fender please. I'm begging you."

As you work at his belt, fumbling with the buckle from your manic neediness, Offender watches; Letting you struggle and enjoying the sight. But also taking the opportunity to find out why you're working at his belt. "Honey, this isn't like you... what's up?"

"I just want you to fuck me, Fender, what do you mean- ah!" Either you're terrible at undoing belts or you're just that worn out and tired that you cant use your fine motor skills because the damn thing pricked you. Sucking on your pricked finger, for a moment, you pause. "... Can you do this? I'll do mine- "

"C'mon, babygirl. You do me a favour and I'll do you one. Tell me what's up,... " While you cross your arms and frown, not wanting to talk about it at all, Offender puts his hands on his belt and pulls the strap back. "And I'll do these."

Ughhhh... You want that, you want him to take off his pants for you... you need him to help you... but you do not want to talk about how bone tired, exhausted you are. "I... "

"C'mon."

"I'm just... tired... and... "

The buckle slips out of its hole and you sigh, tightening your arms against your chest. "What else, baby?"

"I'm just so tired. That's all." You blurt out, dropping your arms to your sides and sniffling. "And I just- I don't wanna think, I just wanna be full, and happy. Okay?? Can you please just- help me??"

Offender's mouth is spread in a grin, no teeth and no mischief; Just him smiling at you. But then a tentacle glides up your leg and dips into your own pants, and the grin widens into that smirk you're so familiar with. "... I think I can do that... "

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gabessquishytum · 1 year

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Yellow everyone ~ This is gonna be one of the more relatively tame asks to start us off for the New Year, relatively tame XD

I think Hob would want to take things slowly sometimes you know, real slow. He regrets telling Dream this. Cause now he's on his front or on fours (but I think he'd collapse anyway XD) his eyes are rolling, tongue is hanging out and drooling, his cute cock locked inside a cock cage getting absolutely no relief, all the while a real cock grinds deep inside him so very slowly. Now I think it'd be extra fun if Dream did a little something something and Hob's cute hole is practically virgin again. So he really feels the stretch and his sensitivity seems to have been enhanced, huh weird.

All Hob has to do for him to cum is say one complete sentence starting from when Dream has completely bottomed out inside him. Names don't count, and single words don't count, it has to be an actual sentence begging Dream to do anything. The problem is, Dream knows every single one of his weaknesses and is absolutely shameless in exploiting them. When Hob tried to say something the first few times, Dream would give a sharp thrust or grind directly into his sweet spot, and/or his mean jerk of a boyfriend would pinch and play with his nipple piercings and he couldn't help but cut himself off with small gasps and moans. But now Dream's upped the ante, and he's fucking Hob so hard and rough that each and every one of Hob's words get broken up by each thrust and grind.

"Please-! Too mu-!"

"Ah! Dre-am! Noo~"

"Please! Hnng not ther- Ah!"

"Stop~ I can't-!"

"Slow ahn!!"

"Down-!!"

"My apologies dear heart, but I just can't understand what you're saying. Why don't," thrust "you" thrust "try" thrust "again."

Happy New Year~

-Yan Anon <3

Sjsjsndbdbdbd the DIALOGUE you have put into this ask,,, I'm dead, I am Deceased, I am speaking to you from beyond the grave. I'm obsessed with Dream being a confident mean bastard and this encapsulates it SO well,,,

I also love the idea of Hob sealing his own fate when he tells Dream that he'd like a nice, slow session of lovemaking. Hob was imagining soft, drawn out sex in the lazy afternoon sunshine but Dream, as always, has other ideas. Dream enjoys playing this little games with Hob, making little wagers to spice things up... because Hob just can't resist a bet, can he? You'd think he'd have learned better by now...

But of course Hob is enjoying every moment of the torture Dream is putting him through. It feels decadent to be fucked so slowly and with such intent, and he feels the pleasure in his entire body. And the thing is, he ought to be able to speak! Hob is nothing if not a talker, particularly in bed, and even when Dream has him dancing on the edge of an orgasm he can usually squeeze out a sentence to beg for relief. But Dream, devious fucker that he is, HAS made Hob more sensitive. And he knows exactly where to touch or bite just at the correct moment to make Hob moan or almost bite off his own tongue.

And god, he almost regrets those piercings now, because when Dream tugs gently against the metal he thinks his brain might actually melt out through his ears. He's not even saying single words anymore, just making broken little noises and whining like the good little slut he is. If his cock was free, he would have cum at least three times already, but as it is... he'll just have to keep trying. Dream has a lot of patience, and he thinks maybe Hob was right. Going slow is a lot of fun.

#yan anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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ectogeo-art · 24 days

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^_^ okay so I am sure I'm not the first to think of it but basically:

instead of their conversation getting interrupted, after the "Mr. Garak, I never knew we thought so much alike." "Life is full of surprises, Commander." exchange, they hook up, and only after that we hit unpause on the plot. (Plot~~ Sim!Garak seems to betray them, saves them, dies, Sisko sees Bashir's reaction to Garak dying, the rest of the simulation happens and they wake up in the cave). Now only Sisko (and the founders) knows he slept with Garak and he is going to pretend that never happened, especially because he realizes that Julian has deep feelings for Garak. But Sisko can't help but look at real Garak differently after that, there is probably some awkwardness or tension and Garak notices and tries to figure out the source for that, maybe he ramps up the flirting and Sisko tries to forget even more how good sim!Garak was. (Garashir are probably in the pining idiots stage of the relationship or in a friends with benefits while pining for each other situation). Sisko may try to be supportive to Julian and make sure Garak isn't just playing with Julian's feelings. I am not sure where to go from here, I think Jadzia may also notice Sisko is acting off and try to talk to him about it. There is also the question of how the founders knew to simulate sex with Garak and the options I thought of are 1) Julian's memories 2) your idea about pre-canon on Romulus siskarak 3) changelings already did some hands-on research on ds9 and that included sex with Garak

Another question is if Garak finds out, how would he feel about it? I figured he would be delighted at first, but I'm not sure about his reaction further

Sorry if I rambled too much this ask was shorter in my head 😅

Haha, omg, this is INSANE, thank you for sharing, I LOVE it! ^_^ Especially Sisko seeing Julian holding Garak as he died and feeling extra weird about his hookup with Garak after that. Peak comedy!! <3 (Though it would work well with an angsty tone too haha)

Hmmm, if the simulation's pulling stuff from ALL of their minds then maybe the simulation saw memories of Garak flirting with Sisko in Profit and Loss and just extrapolated from there hehe ("Oh, and if you'd like, stop by the shop one day. I have a number of suits that would look quite flattering on you." - like, we all know what THAT means!!! lol). Or maybe the Dominion just assigned the simulated Garak to be the confidant/honeypot of the simulation, the character meant to draw information out of the actual people and observe their reactions. Maybe they picked him based on his reputation as a spy and/or as a flirt, or maybe it was just at random lolll.

And real!Garak flirting with Sisko to try to find out why he's acting weird post-The Search is great! XD Like, I imagine Sisko is just like. Being extra nice to him or something but in a weird awkward way, bc he feels bad both for mistaking a simulation for the real him and for almost maybe accidentally being a homewrecker and breaking up garashir/preventing them from getting together. But Garak finds his aimless vague niceness disconcerting because he is used to Sisko being clear and firm with what he wants from him and where they stand. So maybe Garak is like hmmm I'm gonna drop innuendos until he either bends me over his desk or tells me what's really going on (win-win). lol

And I think it should end with Garak and Sisko hooking up for real. Like, Garak finally wears Sisko down and gets him to spill the beans about the simulation. He tells him about sleeping with simulated!Garak and also about his observations about Julian's obvious feelings for Garak. And Garak's just standing there with his mouth hanging open because he's shocked to learn that he's desired by either one of them, let alone both of them. Sisko expects Garak to feel used or disgusted, but Garak just steps into his personal space and kisses him with tongue, so grateful to learn he has a chance with Julian... and he's also not uninterested in the fact that Sisko's clearly into him too. And then!!! Well, then he and Sisko fuck, obviously. <3 Just once. <3 Garak initiates this by saying that it's only fair that, since Sisko has been with Garak, Garak should get to be with Sisko. And then afterwards Garak just leaves, armed with a new understanding of Julian's feelings... and Sisko is just left in a daze thinking like, "Man. That was hot but what the fuck WAS that." But luckily a lot of the tension was released between them, in such a way that they can maybe (MAYBE) be normal about each other for a few years. The end! I hope you like my thoughts on how your AU would play out, and thank you for letting me share my vision. XD

As for your followup ask:

wait the thought "what if /no/ garashir" just went through my mind for the first time ever, what if in this au they really are just good friends (with benefits) and Sisko was reading too much into it, maybe something makes Julian try to play matchmaker for them (hopefully the first ask reaches you before this one so there is context)

Okay I gotta admit, I'm such a Garashir=endgame girlie that I'm not really interested in thinking through/brainstorming a true no Garashir scenario, it just doesn't compute for me, sorry (but that of course def doesn't mean you can't explore it!). That said, I can buy something like Garashir not yet realizing/acknowledging their feelings at that point, or them trying to distance themselves from their feelings for each other or thinking it's unrequited. Like, it makes more sense to me if Garashir just hasn't happened yet, than if it actually is just platonic/FWB between Garak and Bashir.

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I just saw something about poly and Milo-Mal-MC?? I dont know if this is gonna be true or not, but I really hope you can have the option because, I really, really think this can be a very sweet relationship, and very necessary (at least for Milo, poor guy need a lot of attention and love), now I really excited about reading it, but other part of me are a bit afraid, making romance relationship is (in my opinion) very difficult, because you can fall very easily in stereotypes and toxic cliches, and in my opinion poly relationships are even harder because you need to pay attention to 6 bounds at the same time (Milo-Mal/Milo-MC/MC-Mal and vice versa) and unfortunately open or poly relationships still have a stigma nowadays, that means, that means that they are still not very well known and for that everyone (obviously me include) can fail in a not very realistic way

Now, with this im not trying to say you will have this problem (I mean, I dont even know if this would or would not be an option in the first place lol) on the contrary, (if happen) I have high hopes for you (not in the pressure kind, lol the bad thing about English not been your mother tongue is you can express yourself in a form you want it without looking like a robot or a scum) because I really love your story and way of writing and I really really think we all need more poly (well writing) stories.

But if I can jus say one tiny thing… as an advice you don't have to follow, there are a LOT of stereotypes and weird forms a lot of people fall when they write poly, one of them is putting the MC like the absolute pilar of the relationship, instead of a threesome (I prefer the word in Spanish "trieja" I dont know if there is a word better suited for relationships of three people in English), create relationships that are in a between poly and open relationships, I dont know if im explaining myself well enough, I think what im trying to say is, its not the same to be in a trieja relationship that a open relationship, I (personally) are okey with both of them, but if, for example, this couple was created because Milo and Mal have a super sweet badass relationship more that because there can be a very good bounce between everyone, I really, really prefer to put the "tag" open relationship having Milo two separate romances than one "poly" and in that way it could also be less weird(?) for people who are not used to polyamorous relationships, although I guess jealousy will always be there for those people :( but its true than, if this will happen, you should put a lot of options about possibles reaction MC could do or even (unfortunately) finish the relation (I really think a person can love more than one person, for that reason we can fall in love so many times lol, but I can understand that not everyone need to feel in the same way)

Im so sorry for all this text nobody ask for, I even dont know if this relation could even be real, but I wanted to express my opinion, I really courage you (if you really wanted) to try and explore this kind of love because I really think you can do something magical, but at the end is something you need to think yourself, if you will do it, there will be people who will not like it, if you will not do it, there will be people who will not like it (although probably much less) so do whatever you want xD

If you read this, thank you for your interest and patience! <3

Hey anon!

Never worry about long asks. I really love reading the different perspectives people have on how a route could go. It also helps me navigate certain moments that I may not have thought of yet.

I have not made a ton of decisions about how the poly is going to look. It's not something I've had to worry about yet because I'm not writing book 2 for a few more months. But, I can say that I think a lot of how the poly is presented, might depend on the reader. I know how I will head cannon it and gear the writing towards, but choices might actually affect how it is read. I tend to try and give decisions on who you spend time with in the game and I will be doing something similar during the poly routes. I don't believe if you are in a poly or an open relationship or if you have an understanding with another, you have to spend all your time with those other two people. I'll be giving the option for solo moments along with poly, if that is the chosen route.

As for Milo, Mal, and the MC. In reality, these three are heavy hitters. All the RO's are really. But they are heavy hitters in a way that's a bit different. I do not think their ideas and how they handle situations always align. I think they are very independent people (the route MC will start to take) and they are not very dependent on the three of them constantly being attached. They can value each others opinion and still take their own course. So, I think this will be an opportunity to negotiate something between three adults who still wish to have their own agency outside of their relationship.

I do think there will be genuine affection to see each other in the evening. I can tell you past the initial negotiations, I'm not going to put the jealousy routes between them because I'm personally kind of done with reading the rhetoric that full grown adults can't seem to work things out with each other when in a relationship. LOL! I think that there is a lot of opportunity for this to be something very deep and interesting to read. It's just a matter of convincing people it's worth their time. Which, that seems to be the harder sell. Either way though, I enjoy characters more than anything else. I enjoy deep diving into them. Putting them in situations that challenge normal beliefs (in our world or the NM) . And then sitting back and seeing what happens. I think this will be no different.

I don't know if I answered any of your questions or just rambled back at you but I hope this helps! Thank you for such a cool opportunity to discuss this.

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