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#just a short little drabble
jqnehr · 4 months
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Neuvillette has cried over you.
The man feels unworthy of you. Of your eyes, ones that look at him with such unadulterated adoration; of your smile, one that never falls when with him, one that rivals the sun and stars in all their shining glory; of your presence, a presence that serves as a balm to his frayed nerves and weary bones after another long, gruelling, dull trial; and of your touch, one that always brushes back his hair with pure tenderness, one that cradles his cheek lovingly as he lets the dam break and tears fall forth. 
Whenever the self-deprecation settles in, whenever the sun’s rays are blinded by the clouds gathering, preparing to pour forth its dismal tears, you are always there to kiss his cheek and murmur soft words of reassurance, to make him understand his worth. That always makes his heart tear open a little bit more—not for it bleed out and its beats slow to a halt, but for his sheer love for you to surge forth like the seas’ waves as a storm sweeps its waters up high, to crash down heavily, enveloping you within its clasp.
He has cried over how much you adore him, and he has wept over the fear—that overwhelming, all-consuming and unrelenting fear—of you leaving him. If the Chief Justice’s spirits are always dashed when you leave only temporarily, how will he manage the pain of your permanent departure, one that is inevitable?
Neuvillette curses his immortality. He laments over a human’s short lifespan, one that lasts for barely a century. Eighty years seems like a millenia to a mortal person, but it is a mere blink for a being such as himself. 
He is only left with the moments he has now—moments he must cherish and lock away deep within his heart while he can; steel himself for the preordained—for that is all he is left with.
One day, he will hold your hand for the final time—and that will be the final time he ever lets someone hold his hand.
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katsumiiii · 2 years
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katsuki who comes to bother you while you’re working. marching in with that signature scowl, hero uniform dirtied and ruffled. your coworkers always watch him in awe, gawking as he approaches you, sweat dripping down his brow.
“you workin’?”
“what else would I be doing tsuki?” you cock your hip, tapping your nails on the marble countertop below you.
“just askin’. you busy right now?” he leans his neck in towards your forehead, towering over the low hanging lights decorating the ceilings.
“maybe. why?”
“tch, why r’you so snippy sweetheart?”
you sigh as he smirks, crimson irises sparkling in amusement, “because katsuki. everyday you come in here asking the same exact questions. you don’t even bother to buy anything, and you always scare my coworkers in the process!”
his head shifts to the left, glancing at your coworkers who shiver in response. he rolls his eyes, flexing his fingers “ain’t shit to be scared of. maybe yer coworkers are just puss-”
“katsuki!”
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pettydollie · 28 days
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TREV STEALING U FROM MATT
“hi trev” you coo, the dog strutting over to plop down on your lap. you and matt are watching sam and colby on the couch. it was supposed to be a cute lil romantic hang out but now trevor’s in the mix
matt loves trevor, he really does. but gahdayum, he never leaves you alone. he scoffs, “fuck off” he makes a shooing motion with his hand that was on your shoulder a second ago. your mouth drops open.
“stop it don’t be mean,” you pout, giving trevor a belly rub after he turned over on his back, craving your attention. “get your own girlfriend, you’re a big boy.” matt leans over to tap trevor’s nose.
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catfuyus · 4 months
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"hmm?" mikey hums as you press gentle kisses into his neck. it's kiss after kiss. your lips never tiring of his skin. he's sat up in bed with your blanket rolled up on his lap. it's early morning and the time change has the sun lightening the backdrop of the curtains.
you're already dressed for work. makeup on and coffee made. he said he was going to the gym with baji this morning, otherwise he'd still be sleeping warmly in the bed you two share.
he hasn't opened his eyes from the moment you flicked on the dim lights to the moment you gathered up your belongings for work. not even now, as you press loving kisses into your boyfriend's face, knees on the mattress as you lean over the side to hold mikey's face in your hands. kissing his cheek, kissing his head, kissing his neck.
when you finally pull away about to head off to work, mikey's arm snakes around your waist and pulls you back towards him, locking you in place. eyes still closed, man still half asleep.
"mikey," you giggle, whisper his name in his ear as you press another kiss into the side of his face. "i'm gonna be late."
"mmm," he grunts in response, moving himself closer to you to give you access for more kisses.
you take his face between your two hands, plant a nice steady kiss against his sleepy mouth, and pull away. mikey smiles and finally lets you slip away as his eyes peek open. you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. you're just so beautiful. and you're all his. your kisses are his and your hands are his. your smile belongs to him.
"don't forget you're meeting up with baji this morning," you remind him as you grab your purse and keys in the doorway.
"I love you," mikey's sleep heavy voice responds as you open the front door. he rubs his eyes as he admires your form standing in the doorway.
"I love you too baby, see you soon," you smile and lock the door. the sky is pink and rosy as you get into your car. brisk air waking you up as you take another sip from your hot coffee. the earth is alive, the coffee is warm, and mikey loves you so much.
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saetoru · 11 months
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the first night al-haitham spends with you, he’s unsure what to do with his arms.
“just wrap this one around me here,” you giggle, maneuvering his arm to curl under you. he does so stiffly, laying on his side like a log as you press close against his body. “now lay the other one over me.”
he does—and by that, he simply plops his other arm to lay flat over your torso.
“this is a rather awkward arrangement, don’t you think?” he raises a brow.
“it’s because you’re laying like a robot. loosen your limbs,” you huff, “you might as well eat nuts and bolts for breakfast.”
he’s not good at these kinds of things. he wants to tell you that—that if you’re looking for a boyfriend to hold hands and cuddle with, he’s probably not the best candidate. or the second best. or even the twentieth. he’s probably the last person on the list that you could get intimate with.
yet here you are, curling his arm around you like there’s any hope of him getting this right.
“are you sure this is—”
“here, i have a better idea,” you interrupt. suddenly, you’re hands are shoving him away, making him blink as you roll him around to turn and face away from you.
“what are you—” your arms wrap around him, and your chin rests on his shoulder as you press a gentle kiss to his skin. it’s warm, feeling you pressed against him like this. it’s nice and comforting and it feels like home.
and sure, maybe he lays a little stiff, maybe he’s unsure what do with his arms as he awkwardly lays there on his side, but you wrap yourself around him tightly, pressing a few kisses to the side of his head as you smile against his hair. he can feel you—he can count the beats of your heart and if he tries hard enough, he can feel the way the rhythmic pounding is just as quick as his.
“there,” you murmur, satisfied with yourself. a part of him feels he should turn back around and get it right—that he should be holding you and not the other way around.
but then you pull him closer against your chest, and he can’t help but melt into you. “this will get uncomfortable for your arms rather quickly,” he points out.
“shh. just sleep,” you click your teeth.
he thinks it’ll be harder to sleep with someone here, someone breathing and moving against him and keeping him locked in place. but oddly enough, he falls asleep quicker than usual that night—and every night after too.
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jethrowest · 5 months
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the taste is just a memory you hold…
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Prompts for @cozycornerkinktober: overstimulation/double penetration. briefly mentioned since this is a drabble, but i wanted to contribute!
Warnings: incubus homelander- need i say more? fun, freaky tendril shit. slight dubcon. happy reading! 18+
The days blur together now.
He doesn’t limit his visits anymore. You used to only see him at night.
He’d start off slow, simply studying you while he sat in the chair in the corner of your room. Then he would move to the edge of your bed.
He had quickly grown tired of that, however, and after a few evenings of nothing beyond having his piercing gaze all over and through you, he would trace your skin. Your neck had been first, observing how you reacted to his touch. Once he seemed satisfied, he would slink across your body and envelop you.
Sometimes, if your focus isn’t immediately robbed, you catch sight of fingers bleeding into the darkness. He is mostly concealed, offering glimpses of handsome, ethereal features that glint beneath the moonlight. His eyes shimmer and glow a faint red. You can’t tell what clothes he wears, if any at all.
When he drapes himself over you, attaches himself to you, you feel the weight of a man, but don’t see it.
Inky tendrils disappear inside your stretched center; your open, silently screaming mouth. They make you quiver and shake. Make you clench and cry out.
Your orgasms overtake and consume you, leaving you sore and wrecked. Those very coils disperse and permeate within, leaking from you like your pooling arousal, sliding down your thighs and soaking your sheets.
It becomes so frequent, so haphazard, that you begin to wonder if you leave the house. If you wake up. If you’re currently in a dream.
Hours, minutes, seconds later, you stand in front of your full-length bathroom mirror, staring hard at your reflection. Hoping answers will seep past your pallid complexion.
Instead, something black starts to collect on the floor, spilling from between your legs.
Your knees buckle. You almost fall forward; nearly come from the way it eases inside out, thorough and swollen.
The sensation of something indistinguishable expanding within your most vulnerable, sacred areas and slipping through your cervix until it breaks free is indescribable. It’s unlike anything you’ve experienced, and it is equally petrifying as it is delicious.
It’s fucking biblical.
And it doesn’t stop until something you haven’t witnessed in its entirety takes shape.
He flows from you. Stands behind you. Grabs you and pulls you flush to him, pale hand unwavering at your throat.
When you regain balance, you notice that he is now whole to you. Blond hair adorns his crown, irises sparkle blue with a hint of crimson, and rows of teeth are a brilliant, perfect white. Sharp.
Beautiful, elegant robes cascade to the ground, fanning into a velvety scarlet. He smells sweet and warm, like fields of strawberries drenched in sunlight. He smells of the earth and what lies below it.
His slender nose drags along your pulse point. His tongue follows. He inhales greedily.
“How long have you been here?” you ask. Outside. In. It doesn’t matter what you’re referring to. You’re delirious when you question him, as if you’ve already been fucked an unfathomable amount of times, only being held upright by his presence. Your mind is coated with a thick fog.
You notice a small, strange grin lift the corners of your lips. The action feels foreign to you, almost like he’s controlling your mouth.
Your heart dilates, breaks apart and produces two separate beats, thudding in unison. Your cunt flutters, adding a third.
Will time come back to you? Greet you with welcoming arms that tell you it’s always been yours?
He laughs, a low, penetrating sound. “Oh my precious little lamb…” That voice lives in your bones, dense and deep.
“What gave you the silly idea I ever left?”
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puppyeared · 3 months
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Been LOVING your lil magician folks recently please continue they're beautiful and very cute and cool and also very well-designed!! 🥺❤️
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thank you for the kind words !!! im not much of a writer, but i do have some sort of story in mind for them.. theyre bitter rivals who end up as roommates bc of their scatterbrained elderly landlord lol
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Mutt
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Summary: After an ambush, Soap learns to trust the newest member of the 141
Pairing: Johnny Soap Mactavish x Fem!Werewolf!MC (call sign is Mutt)
warnings: vague description of violence and injuries. 
word count: 800
thank you to: @captainsamwlsn @thesadvampire @humanransome-note @joel-mlller and @luxuryberzatto @madhyanas @littleferal and @djarin-junk for helping me with this story and rattle off in your ears about Mutt! I love you all so very very much <3
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     “What are you?” 
     It was a valid question given the circumstances. 
     Soap could hardly count himself as conscious at that moment. It was a wave, pulling him back and forth until he was able to force his head to the surface, gasping for air and able to just barely look at his surroundings before he was pulled under again. 
     “Does it matter?” 
     It was dark out. He remembered it being dusk when they set out on their mission, the sun slowly setting in the horizon as Price told them to radio in at any issue and meet at their rendezvous point as soon at possible. 
     Fuck. 
     He broke the surface once more to notice that he wasn’t moving, but swaying side to side. Each step that crunches the ground is not his, but the blood drip, drip, dripping down, leaving a foreboding trail of their journey, is.
     Your shoulder digs into the crevice of his chest with each movement. 
     “Yer carryin’ me, Mutt.” 
     “I am.” 
     You never spoke much. Johnny had equated you to Simon in that way, quiet and foreboding. Your actions spoke where your voice rasped in the shadows. Tucked in the corner booth of a pub when the others went to celebrate a job well done. The loyal guard dog, waiting on its haunches for an order. 
     He was the one who would move to you first. Setting a beer in front of you before sliding into the seat across from you with a tap of his knuckles on the polished table. His knee would bump yours every time. You’d never complain. 
     “Big scary bastards, the both of you.” 
     But then you’d give him a grin, a flash of your crooked canines so fast it was gone when he blinked. 
     “Well it’s a damn good thing you talk enough for all of us then.” 
     Jonathan Mactavish was only a stone’s throw from 215 pounds but you carried him without complaint. The swaying with each step made his head spin and looking up was too much work for him to trust himself not to vomit. He let his eyes drop and stare at the ground, watching you take one step after another in a steady rhythm like an infant listening to their mother’s heartbeat. Through the darkness, he’s able to make out the shadowed shape of your feet in the night.
     “You’ve got no shoes on, Mutt.” 
     “Feels better this way.” 
     He can’t see much. Even if it weren’t for the blood loss and what he’s going to safely assume is a grade two concussion, it’s far too dark out for his surroundings to be seen as anything more than vague shapes and textures he can almost make heads or tails of.
     Your eyes are focused on the trail ahead, already accustomed to the darkness in a way he’d never seen anybody else without night vision goggles or a Mag-light. 
     “Tried to reach Price but the comms are busted. You got your bell rung pretty bad back there but-” You shifted your grip on his body and he felt something sharp press against his ankle, a gentle warning that mouthed at the skin of his Achilles's tendon. “We're only a few miles away from the rendezvous point. Think you can keep it together until we get there?”
     Claws. You had claws. 
     Through the nausea rolling through his body and the lights dancing behind his eyes, Soap could feel the fog begin to clear from his head. A flash of orders rising from his memory like the vision returning after a flash grenade. 
     He remembered seeing you charge through the muzzle flash and smoke like a vision. Uniform stained with the viscera of your enemies so dark he didn’t recognize you at first. The moment you came toward him he was raising his gun until he heard you speak.
     “You know me, Johnny.” 
     But he didn’t. Not really. 
     When he looked at you there was no familiarity or trust. He knew the color of your eyes and the curl of your lips in a snarl but nothing else. Not your name or family nor the reason you joined. 
     In the darkness, moonlight glinted against your eyes and he found himself thinking of the coyotes in Las Almas that watched him and his team from the shadows, pacing with a choir of chattering yips and howls in the darkness, waiting for the proper time to pounce.  
     He’d never admit it but there was a pause, when his hand held the barrel of his gun steady at your head.  Just as long as the width of the shallow breath trapped in his lungs, a split second where his pointer finger twitches, where the voice in his head urges him on. 
     “You never answered my question.”
     He knows nothing of you except that the blood in your mouth was spilled for him. 
     “I’m your teammate. That ought to be enough for you.” 
     It would have to be. 
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willowser · 9 months
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bodyguard au + bathtime fic for kiri ?
oooooh, this is fun !!! i'm thinking of like, some situation in which you are the child of someone who is big and wealthy, maybe owns a few different multi-million dollar corporations and perhaps doesn't do it all legally 👀
kirishima has always been in the service of protecting your father !! you know him because he is a forever shadow in your home, quiet and large, peeking out windows and making sure doors are locked. he only speaks if you speak to him first, but his answers are always cut short when your father is around.
— so on a night when he has to go out of town, you're a little delighted to see kirishima sitting at the kitchen table when you get home from work.
"hi," he tells you, rising to stand leagues above you. his face is sweet, despite his wide stature. shy. "your dad asked me to stay with you until he comes back, i hope you don't mind."
oh, you don't mind at all.
it's probably really fun !!! and you make the two of you dinner and he relaxes a bit after eating, even takes off the dark jacket he's always in. his forehead shines a little, like he's sweaty, and he hikes the sleeves of his white button-up to his elbows underneath the fluorescence.
he's still is a bit hard to talk to, but he listens as you prattle on about your day, scooting around the kitchen as you clean up. he offers to finish for you, but you shoo at him to sit back down and after a little bit of insistence from you, he finally agrees to have a beer. or two.
that loosens him up enough that the conversation flows a bit easier; you learn his first name, and his cheeks go red when you repeat it with a grin. he tells you a little about his mom, that he's an only child, that he never went to college: very basic stuff that paints a vague picture of him.
you know your father does some shady things, deals with shady people. why else would he need a giant for a bodyguard, that could probably snap a man's neck without even trying ?? kirishima tells you little things, but he doesn't go too deep. doesn't reveal what twists and turns he made in his past to put him here.
eventually you leave to get ready for bed, and the soft look on his face ALMOST has you sitting down for more with him. he shifts his eyes to the table, then, like he knows he's been caught staring too long and you wonder — when the last time was that he did anything for himself ?? not for your father, or even for you, but. for eijirou.
regardless, you slip on up the stairs and take your time making a nice bubble bath, putting on some light music. there's a bar on the second floor and you steal a bottle of wine from it and two glasses before nestling in the warm water, spreading your legs out to test how much room you have in the gigantic tub.
and then you call for him. a little more urgently that necessary, but it brings him to you quicker, suddenly appearing in the open doorway of your bathroom with wide eyes, flushing down his neck when he sees you.
you lean against the edge of the tub, smiling as you prop your chin in your hand. "i was wondering if you could help me wash my back."
the question seems to buffer in his mind for a long time before he's finally blinking, adam's apple bobbing. and then he's bringing the bathroom door behind him as he begins to unbutton his shirt.
✨️ trope game ! ✨️
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VH - Divide And Conquer
(Tw: attempted torture)
“I can't believe we finally have caught the legendary Vampire Hero”, said Villain.
The two Heroes glanced at each other and shrugged. The taller one frowned.
“Legendary ?” he repeated.
Villain looked at him with interest.
“Oh yes,” he said. “Many have fallen before your might, Vampire Hero. At least two or three of my opponents are behind the bars because of you.”
“Two or three and you call that legendary ? You're easy to impress.”
The other Hero was nervously following the exchange. Compared to his companion, he seemed much younger and frailer. His eyes were shinier and shinier with tears that did not quite fall. When at least it looked like he couldn't take it anymore, he stepped between the two, saying:
“Stop ! It's my fault ! It's all my fault if we got caught. Hurt me, not him!”
Villain gave the young Hero an amused look:
“Why is that little thing with you, Vampire Hero ?”
His interlocutor shrugged:
“You know. He's new. I'm supposed to show him the ropes or something. You have to teach them some way or some other. ”
“Is that so.”
Villain lift the smaller Hero's chin with a finger:
“My dear little one, how can I hurt him ? Many have tried and many have failed. I'll just make him have a nice little sunbath so he's neutralized. But since you've asked so nicely, I will take care of you.”
“Surely there must be another way ! I'm sure you can do better. I-I'm sure that deep inside, you're a little pure of heart.”
“ You heard your protector, you need to learn.”
He grabbed Hero by the arm, who turned his head toward the man who accompanied him. The latter just shrugged.
“Do you think he cares ?” simpered Villain to his ear. “Oh, he doesn't. He might be on your side, but Vampire Hero is evil. You're better off with me.”
Hero whimpered but didn't resist as he was dragged into the stairs.
“There are seventeen steps. Do you hear the sound they make ? There's an echo, so the prisoners down there can hear me coming. It’s all in the anticipation.”
In a sweet voice, he kept describing their surroundings while they were both descending into his torture room. During all the way, the small one didn’t dare fight back. He soon found himself tied up to a chair, helplessly squirming, his eyes giving a pleading look more than ever.
“So, young Hero,” purred Villain, “as it is your first time, I will make you a favor.”
“R-Really ?”
“Yes. Do you see all these instruments in the shelf in front of you ?”
Hero looked at the whips, the canes and the nails, and shuddered so violently it almost looked fake.
“I'm going to let you choose one among them. If not, I will choose, and you won't like it very much if I do.”
“You don't have to do this ! I-You just will make Vampire Hero angry and you don't want to !”
“You think he will rescue you?”
“I know he will.”
“How touching. But for now you're mine. So make your choice, before I get impatient.”
Hero pondered for a few seconds, then whispered:
“Um – the taser ? Yes – the taser, please.”
“If you ask so nicely.”
Villain delicately took the black rectangular shape in his hand and switched it on.
“Why, if I might ask ? Do you think it will hurt less than the others ? Let me prove you wrong.”
The half-hour that happened then looked much more pleasant for Villain than for Hero. And yet, as time passed, Villain felt somewhat uneasy. That had nothing to do with torturing a man, of course. He liked the thrashing, he liked the begging, he liked the naive faith of the innocent who was certain that he could be saved. Maybe that had something to do with the other Hero. While Villain was amusing himself, Vampire Hero was out of his sight. He might have been careless. He glanced at his watch, but Hero making a rather unconvincing whimper forced him to turn his head.
Perhaps that was the problem. Villain was used to the sounds of pain – the gasps, the moans, the howls, the cries and the pleas. He loved all of them without distinction, and of course he knew that they were a little different with each person. It was a familiar melody that Hero was singing, but thinking about it, it was slightly out of tune, and it got progressively worse. It was getting on his nerves. These rookies these days – they didn't even now how to scream right.
“Let's have a break,” he said.
“Oh well, I guess I’ve held that long.”
Villain raised an eyebrow, amused:
“Getting defiant, are we ? Careful, you sound like you’re disappointed.”
He stared into his prisoner’s eyes, hoping to get a look of terror, but all he got was a frown. Hero...genuinely looked displeased.
“Sorta”, he said. “In my time I didn’t have this kind of toys to play with. I guess having a little blue spark in your hand looks fun, but that doesn’t look like it does that much damage.”
“In your time ? What are you talking ab- wait.”
Hero tilted his head. For a moment he sounded impassible, but he broke soon enough. A loud, loud laugh resonated in the room, while the prisoner was squirming in his chair for a very different reason than before. His way of moving betrayed no pain at all.
“Are you shitting me,” said Villain, whose voice was now icy.
Hero grinned:
“You tell me, pal. I can’t believe you swallowed my “pure of heart” bullshit. I was laying it on so thick.”
Villain glared at him.
“Not that you were especially subtle either”, Hero added. “Oooh, the anticipation !” Do that again?”
Villain stood up and went to the door as fast as self-respect allowed. There was no one left under the sunlight. The guards were on the ground, unconscious.
“How -”
He turned back. Hero was now standing up, neglectfully throwing away the remnants of the straps that held him a moment before. He dramatically exclaimed, a hand on his heart:
“Oh no, he got away ! My, my. Poor little me. Tell you what, though. If Vampire Hero were so legendary, you should have bothered to know what he looks like. I didn’t mean to pass for someone else, but you’ve so graciously given me the opportunity.”
“It can’t be ! How could the – the other have escaped then ?”
“I hate to break it to you, but they are several heroes with super strength.”
Villain blushed and stayed quiet, his lips pursed. Hero picked up the taser, looked at it with curiosity, and switched it on. With a smile – a very worrying smile - he got closer.
“Hey, I warned you. I told you that Vampire Hero was going to rescue me.”
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Vampire Hero is a recurring character. His job is to troll current villains. Check the Vampire Hero Masterlist or Tag for more snippets with him.
Or back to Hero x Villain Masterlist.
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hello!! can you please write a drabble for connor with an s/o who just finished their last final, and now they just want to nap and cuddle with him? gender neutral please! thank you!!
05/03/2024: Hello! First ask of the year! I certainly can try, friend! Thanks for your undying patience! Shit has happened, bros, but I've just been re-reading my old fics and they've brought me some long lost joy, so I am trying to make a comeback! (Please reblog this so people know I'm posting again -- with evidence!) This is a perfect thing to write on the day of my exam results (we passed, guys!) so now I can reflect on the traumatising experience that was exam season.
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Finally (Connor x GN!Reader)
You put down your pen with a sigh of relief.
Finally, it was all over.
These last few weeks were torture; hours of studying a day, taking a break only to eat or to steal some hours of restless sleep. Your brain fried while you studied, and you half wondered how you made it through exam season alive.
A few hours ago, you were on the verge of throwing up your breakfast. Now, as you turned the lock to your apartment door, you could only feel intense fatigue. Gentle noises from the kitchen put a smile on your face. Connor was never a loud person, in both words and actions.
"I'm back," you announced, entering the kitchen to find Connor making two cups of tea.
"Y/n," he greeted with a reassuring smile. "How was it?"
"Not terrible, but could've been better," you shrugged. At this point, you really couldn't care. It was over, and that's all that mattered. A yawn overcame you. "Tired now, though."
Connor nodded, pouring water from the freshly boiled kettle. "I made us some tea. What would you like to do to celebrate?"
You thanked him gratefully, moving to take your favourite mug off of the counter. "Honestly? Can we go back to bed for a while? I want to sleep these past few weeks off."
"Of course." He followed you as you led the way to your shared bedroom. Teas placed on the bedside counters, you changed into some comfier clothes and all but collapsed into bed. Connor climbed in with slightly more tact, and you crawled into his arms. He pulled you close with one hand and opened a book he was reading with the other.
His thumb gently traced the skin of your arm, soothing and constant. It wasn't long before your eyelids began to close, fluttering in time to his heartbeat.
Sleep came soon after.
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pahtoosh · 11 months
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Can you write Bucky Barnes x little reader where he playfully tickles her with his mouth (kisses, raspberries, gnawing/biting)?
mouthed and dangerous
masterlist
18+
wc: ~460 words
warnings: lots of kisses! ticklish reader, fluff, deep questions about birds.
a/n: get it? like ‘armed and dangerous’? hehe
pairing: mafia!daddy!bucky x gn!little!reader
⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆ ⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆ ⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆
“Daddy? Do you think a real pelican can hold Marlin and Dory in his mouth and not eat them like Nigel?”
Bucky opened and then closed his mouth. It wasn’t often that the mafia boss was rendered speechless, but you managed to catch him off guard. “That’s a good question, angel. Maybe you should ask Sammy the next time you see him.”
You nodded and snuggled back into Bucky. Sam liked birds, surely he would have some ideas on the realism of Finding Nemo. You tried focusing on the movie but it was difficult with Bucky tapping his foot. You were sitting on his lap and the movement sent vibrations throughout your body. He’d been fidgeting a lot for the past few minutes.
“Daddyyy, stop bouncin’. I wanna see Nemo.”
“Oh, sorry baby.” He stopped bouncing his leg but then replaced the habit by toying with your hands.
“Dada!” you giggled. “No more! It tickles.”
If you weren’t facing the other direction, you would’ve seen the mischievous glint in Bucky’s eyes.
“Does it now?”
“Yeah. And I wanna wa-“ your squeal cut off the rest of that sentence.
Bucky was full-on tickling your sides now. You flopped onto your side on the couch, still laughing and trying to escape.
He mirrored your position and held your wrists by your head, trapping you. He blew a raspberry on your belly, making you shake with laughter.
Then, he grinned down and leaned in to give you a kiss. It seemed innocent enough and you even thought you were free from his assault but then he playfully nipped at your jaw and collarbone.
“Nooo! No bite, Dada!”
He looked at you incredulously. “No bite? What can Daddy do then?”
You thought about it for a second. “Kiss!” You thought you were so smart, but Bucky had a taste of your infectious laughter and he wasn’t going to stop just yet. He placed a bunch of featherlight kisses in the crook of your neck. The brush of his lips and breath made you giggle so much it was nearly silent. He called this your “sweet spot” because any tickling in this area rendered you a useless puddle.
Finally, you managed to choke out “N- no more. No more kiss.”
Bucky obeyed your wishes and stopped his attack. You looked at each other, just trying to catch your breath.
“Can Daddy have one more kiss?” he asked.
A beat of silence passed.
“Just one,” you said, nervously.
He gave you a soft peck on the lips and then helped you sit back up.
“Do you wanna keep watching the movie, angel?”
You shook your head. “Maybe just more cuddles. And more kisses. But no tickle!”
Bucky laughed. “Okay, baby. No more tickles, Daddy’s had his fill.”
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evadneares · 6 months
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Frank Kafka
sometimes the things you think are right for you might give you the feeling that they aren't. you might be acting on habit and impulse, but that's the thing. everything is an impulse. especially when i'm with you. even when i know it's going to kill me, i go ahead with it because it means i'm connected to you, somehow. i go round and round in circles, and it hurts, but i felt you beside me for just a second, and that was enough.
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messrsbyler · 9 months
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green
Will’s eyes always turned a bit greener during sunsets. Although, green wasn’t the correct word to describe them. Beautiful, sparkling, infinite; those were words that could paint a picture of Will’s eyes, but none of them could depict their colour as the sun sank below the skies.
Mike imagined the sunlight of an afternoon seeping through the branches and leaves of a tree in full bloom. He thought of the halos around the green and the oranges from the clouds, the mix of shades and lights all reflected in Will’s eyes, and yet again came empty for a word to describe it all.
He was in the process of pondering over the limitations of the English language and how unfair all of it was, when Will turned away from the sunlight bathing his face and found Mike looking. A nervous smile pulled from his lips and a new shade spread over his cheeks. It was as lovely and as lacking of a name as his eyes were.
“What?” he asked.
Mike kept looking at Will and shook his head. There was so much he could fit in that question alone. He could talk about how ‘green’ was a stupid and plain word, about sunsets and trees and leaves, about heartbeats and old promises made in a basement.
Everything, he wanted to say. But just as ‘green’, the word felt too big and yet too hollow and plain.
“Nothing,” he said instead and smiled back. “Just looking.”
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localkage · 2 years
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I’m so glad to see you’re back! I hope you’re doing well. If I may, I’d like to request f!reader x Madara praise kink. And if I may be specific, reader is in a huffy mood over something and wants to have rough sex but wants to be in control and on top. And obvi Madara’s no sub but he’s super turned on by her taking control so he lets her fuck the shit outta him and maybe pull his hair? Amongst the praise could he also call reader his queen? I’m so sorry this is such a specific fantasy I have🫣
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I like madara a normal amount, I promise 😔😔
warnings: nsfw under the cut, minors do not fucking interact 🔫. madara and reader are married, fem!reader, praise kink, oral sex (fem receiving), orgasm denial, hair pulling, dirty talk bc it's madara :), big dick madara, rough sex, madara being happy in just being a good malewife and satisfying his wife and we love him for it, king shit :)))
requests are open :)
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madara is as good as a husband can be; respectful, caring and even fun to be around- he likes to gossip every now and then about the villagers, the hokage and his brother even. he loves how nice it feels when you giggle at a particular comment of his.
but most of all he's attentive.
and that is why he has the beautiful silk of your kimono bunched up your thighs, your panties pulled to the side so he can have easy access to your needy, wet pussy.
you're panting, back against the wall as you try your best to keep your thighs spread for your man, to keep yourself standing despite how weak your knees feel already.
but he's got you, a strong hand around your thigh, fingers gripping the supple skin- keeping you both firm and spread wide so he can lap at your pretty cunt.
his tongue circles your clit, then trace down your folds until it reaches your entrace- leaking and already pulsing, clenching around nothing and craving to be filled. you feel a huff of breath against your sex, almost like a chuckle, before he's licking at your dripping hole and you break into a moan with fingers running through his long dark mane- a silent encouragement as your hips buck against his mouth.
madara hums.
"you're eager today," he comments in such an unfazed tone, one that couldn't be coming from someone currently mouthing your swollen clit.
you curse under your breath, fingers gripping his hair just a little tighter and it's his time to curse as you pull him closer to your sex.
you need this so bad. you can feel the need boiling in your stomach, dripping down your thighs and you know he can feel clit throbbing in his mouth, feel it swelling with need as he suckles on the sensitive nub.
and yet, he teases you. madara pulls away despite how you pull at his hair and whimper in frustration; and you can feel the smirk on his wet lips as they press lovingly to your thigh.
"oh? did I interrupt something, my queen?" he has to hold back a chuckle at the way you look at him- disheveled and oh so angry at his little anticts. he's such a little snake. "I thought you were enjoying it?" he feigns innocence as another kiss is pressed to your inner thigh and you squirm.
you grunt. gods you were so, so very close, and the further your orgasm dissipates from your reach, the more desperate and frustrated you grow.
you fingers dig both in his scalp and in the fabric of his clothes, tugging the man up until he's standing face to face.
he stares at you with a raised brow, curiosity and provocation in his narrowed eyes. he is daring you, almost taunting you to do something about your frustration.
and you do.
you pull him close until his mouth is on yours, and his sly smirk is forced off his face in order to kiss you back. it's demanding, heated and almost heady to be pressed against him. his hands grips both fabric and skin and you can feel, despite all his teasing, how being on his knees and eating his wife's pretty pussy has affected him.
the unmistakable tent on his pants is pressed on your leg and you can feel his cock twitch beneath the fabric at the contact.
you chuckle between kisses, even as he bites your lip in retaliation. oh how revenge is sweet.
you pull him by the hair and he groans. madara looks like he wants and will devour you right where you stand, and it makes you stomach flutter in anticipation.
you inch closer to him, breath tickling his mouth and he's so sure that you're going for another kiss that he's left dazed when you pull away and brush your lips against jaw instead. oh, he likes this.
"take your pants off and lay down on the bed," it is a command, but you utter it so hotly on his skin and you sound so sweet that it makes his dick throb in his pants at the mere chance to be released from its confines.
sure, he'll humor you this once.
you watch the man strip and each newly revealed skin makes a new wave of heat run through your spine. madara will never not take your breath away, with layers of scars on his beautiful skin, with muscles strong enough you were sure he could and did break and even killed things. but he was beautiful, alluring nonetheless.
he watched your gaze carefully, taking in your lust and relishing in the pride it brought him. to be wanted, to be needed like this by you was exhilarating and addicting.
with all his clothes gone he laid on the bed, and you felt your heart pound in your chest the closer you got to him.
you kneeled over his hips, thighs on each side, trapping him in the best way possible.
oh, he was loving this; you looked ravishing on top of him, with chest heaving with each intake of breath, how shy you looked even as you straddled him- as if he couldn't feel the heat of your pussy even while inches away from his cock, as if he couldn't see it glistening with arousal, and how your swollen your poor little clit has become. as if you are not dying to ride his cock until you come apart around it.
but madara is a good husband, a caring lover. he caress your thigh and the gentle act brings your pretty doe eyes back to him.
his gaze is so intense it nearly makes you gasp. if you were wet before, now you are sure you're soaking.
"ride me, my queen, let me see how beautiful you look," two fingers traces their way from your hipbone all the way down to your sex, spreading your damp lips apart and fully exposing you to him, "while you fuck me."
your entire body shakes at his words, at his voice, his touch and the mental image of that. you bite your lip and take his cock in your hand. it's heavy and hot around your grip, and you slowly press it on your sex, sliding it up down between your slick folds for a bit to coat it in your leaking juices.
madara exhales heavily at that and his dick twitches, beads of precum ebbing from its tip. he needs to feel you around him, squeezing his cock.
and so do you. you press his tip to your entrance with trembling fingers; the arousal is almost suffocating, you are aching with need and the feel of the thick head of his cock pressing into you, making your sensitive sex stretch for him is nearly enough to make you cum then and there.
he's so fucking big it makes your chest feel heavy. it's hard to concentrate on breathing as you lower yourself further down his dick, each inch is a delicious stretch that nearly stings. it feels so good, so overwhelming.
"fuck," you breathed out, thighs tensing and body relaxing at the same time. you don't think you'll ever get used to this man's cock- how heavy and huge it feels and how much it spreads your pussy to its limits, almost painfully. it's the kind of pleasure that makes you heady, that utterly blanks your mind from anything but him.
madara has to clench his jaw and nearly bite his tongue to stop his moan. gods, you are so fucking tight around him and your pretty little cunt is so wet, he can feel you leaking on his balls. this little game of yours- this dominance, the way you are taking your pleasure from him, it is all too fun for him to simply lose in the first round. he won't moan like bitch, not yet.
though that doesn't mean he doesn't reach for you. his fingers grip your hips tightly, and in a sense the touch anchors you from the overwhelming sensation of easing him inside you, of feeling so full with his dick. 
your lips are parted, slightly gasping for air when you tentatively roll your hips against his. you feel his cock move inside you, pressing into your walls and the way you are right now- with pussy lips quite literally kissing his groin, pressed flush, fully sheating his big cock inside you, when you move forward your body trembles and you clench from how your clit rubs deliciously right below his navel.
it feels wonderful and you could do just that, rub your poor little nub right against crotch with each roll of your hips, with his cock still buried deep inside you. but you need more, need to fuck his dick until it reaches that spot inside you, until you're shaking from your high.
you lift your hips slowly, but you impale your sweet cunt on him with such vigor that madara cannot hold back his groan this time.
fucking hell, you feel amazing.
he sounds so good and something about having your man, powerful and feared as you know he is, so willing and responsive underneath you has you shuddering in pleasure. the thrill of it- of bouncing on his cock not simply for his pleasure but to chase your own, and have him encourage you with every groan is addicting.
you reach down for him, fingers sliding beneath his head and tangling in his hair. madara can't deny that having you pull him up by his hair so demandingly is hot, makes his cock throb inside you and he pants right against your lips. you are taller than him in this position, and with half lidded eyes, you make him look up at you, moaning right against his lips.
he nearly breaks from the sensation. he never thought he'd be so into being dominated like this, that having you pulling him by the hair and forcing him to look into your eyes as you fuck yourself on his cock would get him this weak, this ready to cum like a needy fool. but can he be blamed though? when you look so ravishing and your cunt feels so tight and sweet? when he can hear every squelch as your hips come down on his and every squeeze of your pussy almost feels like its choking his cock? oh no, he can't.
so he buries his head on your shoulder and moans, hoping your skin will muffle his voice, hoping that he can feel your pussy cumming on his cock soon or he'll lose his mind.
"you feel so fucking good," he breathes out and the praise make your fingers tighten against his scalp and your slick walls on his dick. your body shivers in delight.
oh, you love to be praised don't you?
"that's it, you're being so good for me," you nearly choke, the pleasure that his words ignites trail up your spine, down into your very bones. deep inside you know this is his way of regaining some sort of control, but you don't mind when it makes you feel this good.
you moan his name, "I'm close," your warning breaks into another moan as you feel him finally thrusting up into you, he reaches so deeply into you that it makes your stomach turn and sink in mindblowing pleasure, and it finally hits that sweet spot.
you are so so close, you can nearly taste your orgasm on the tip of your tongue.
you call his name, mewl so delightlfully as he feels your pussy repeteadly clench and drool around his dick with every snap of his hips. he moans into your neck, feeling your pace get faster and rougher the closer you get. his voice is deep and filled with unbridled lust as he speaks, "come on then, take what you need, come on my cock."
your orgasm crushes through you so violently that your voice is robbed from you- the moan that desperately wanted to leave your beautiful, tempting lips die in your throat as your body is wrecked with tremors and shudders above him.
for a moment madara is so fascinated by the sight of you– of your head thrown back and eyes scrunched shut in sheer bliss, of lips parted and pearly drops of sweat dribbling down your neck to the center of your chest– that the man forgets his own pleasure, for that moment he's so enthralled by you that he neglects his own aching cock.
and when he does take notice of it, with how hard it is twitching inside of you and how he's on the brink of his own orgasm, it's too late. in seconds you lift your hips up and off him and the lack of any stimulation after being on the very edge of the precipice leaves the man so dazed he doesn't react.
lust, perplexion and frustration courses through his features but never to settle. for the first time in his life he was speechless.
your chuckle brings him back to reality, forces him to face the brutal ache he feels on his drenched cock and balls from the merciless denial.
"what?" your breath is still ragged and coming in pants, eyes still half lidded in your blissful beauty. you look stunning, abosolutely fucked out and beautiful even in exhaustion, "did I interrupt something?" but is the look in your eyes and that little smirk you have when you utter those words that does it for him.
oh, so this is how you want to play?
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quinloki · 8 months
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Birthday Request Event
"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"
Gift Details ♥ Reader: afab!reader Character: Smoker Kink: #8 Breeding Kink Prompt: #8 "Stay still." Gift Giver: @smokersbaby
Summary: Smoker wants you still, as he moves you all over the apartment in his need.
Content Notes: oral sex, vaginal sex, praising, size-based-pet names, hairy chested Smoker, short but strong ♥
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This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB
Smoker’s mouth is buried between your thighs as you’re pressed against the wall. Your legs are over his shoulders and your fingers are in his hair as his tongue dives deeper inside you. Large hands flex against your ass, holding you in place even more than the wall was – you were certain he could pin you place wherever he wished all on his own if he wanted.
At nearly seven feet in height, and a little more than half-that in width, Smoker was big. Add to that a mass of muscles and a gruff exterior, he was certainly intimidating.
A little less so with his mouth buried in your needy cunt, but you weren’t complaining.
The pleasure was building in your core, you could feel yourself dripping as he sloppily devoured you. You shuddered, legs curling as the pleasure pooled and you felt him squeeze your ass, growling into your thighs.
“Stay still.” He grumbles for probably the fifth or so time. “I’ll drop you.” He threatens, tongue lapping at your clit before it pushes into your core again.
You giggle, the laugh turning into a delicious moan before you manage to stammer out a few shaky words. “You wouldn’t drop me.” You huff, catching a glint in his brown eyes as you smoothed his hair back. “I could writhe like something untamable and you’d never-ACK!”
Your words break into a yelp as you slide down the wall, coming to a stop as your hips meet his, and your legs are hooked by his arms. You’re still wedged against the wall, but now you’re pinned against his body, not his mouth. You can’t help but notice the clear slick on his chest, or the thick erection already grinding into your slit.
“Bold talk,” he says, looking down at you. “For someone so tamable.” He insists, pushing his thick shaft into your soaking pussy.
Your hands are clutching onto his arms as the breath catches in your chest from the slow intrusion. He pushes all the way in, and the stretch is sweet as your body aches to take him. Your thighs and calves tense as he disappears into you completely. The sensation alone is almost enough to bring you to the edge and you gasp a little when he pulls back.
The first few thrusts push you up the wall a little until your fingers are barely able to reach his shoulders. He’s bigger than you, and by how much escapes your thoughts, because right now he seems impossibly large. Twice your size at least, even though you know that’s not the case. But when he’s filled you up beyond what seems possible, when he’s pressed you against the wall, when there’s nothing in your vision but his wide barreled chest, he seems larger than life.
“Look at me.” He commands. “You’re close, and I want you to look at me when you cum.”
“Sm-Smoker,” you whine, just looking into his eyes is enough to cause the rush to surge, and your fingers are trembling against the white hairs on his chest. “Pleeeease…”
“Just keep looking at me, just like that… good job.” He praises you as the pleasure tenses your body, flooding your eyes even as you struggle to keep looking at him. Heat flushes through your body as the orgasm melts into you, and he braces your back with one hand.
Still buried in you, he moves the two of you away from the wall and sets your butt on the arm rest of the couch. Crouching down he guides you back, laying your shoulders onto the seat of the couch as he resumes a steady pace. He guides your legs around his waist, one hand steadying your hips, the other steadying him as he loomed over you, using the back of the couch to keep himself in place as his pace picks up.
You can just barely reach his chest, fingers dancing over his skin as his breath falls over you, punctuated by soft, velvet words.
“You’re so good,” he assures you. “Taking me so sweetly. I’ll fill you up well, little one, don’t worry.” He promises as his rhythm becomes a little erratic. He snaps his hips into yours roughly, grunting as you squirm under him, feeling the hot flood inside you.
He leans down, pushing into you as he pins your hips against the armrest, rolling his hips and causing you to gasp just before he’s able to steal a kiss. Hot and wet, his lips devour you as his hips grind into yours. When he leans back, he’s pulling you with him until he’s sitting on his heels, hands on your hips, your arms draped over the arm rest as your body is arched and on display for him.
The heat and passion meant only for you, licks along your breasts, leaving pleasure that lasts longer than any accidental mark he might make. His thumb rolls against your clit as he moves you against his recovered cock, ready to begin the next round.
“You’re not nearly full enough.” His voice rumbles against your skin. “And I haven’t yet had my fill.” He admits, tongue and teeth against your neck as shivering, mewling, needy and delightful sounds slip from your lips.
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