#they had to be scraped down slowly after baths

[foldingfittedsheets]

I think something a lot of other people can relate to is the way that you get so conditioned to discomfort that you stop registering it.

I remember sitting at the table with my family, eating dinner as a child. I’d try to eat, because of course I was hungry. But sometimes the flavor or texture was so repugnant that it moved into a category of Not Food.

“Two more bites before you can leave the table.”

“I can’t,” I’d say, trying to explain the impossibility.

But because I was a child they heard, “I won’t,” and made me sit at the table. I’d sit in dull agonized silence, bored and hungry for hours until bedtime when they’d give up. I’d hate myself for not eating and my parents for forcing me to sit there. The few forcefeeding moments ended in vomit.

They’d say, “If you don’t eat this you can’t eat a snack later,” and I moved past trying to communicate my discomfort into accepting that I’d just be hungry.

That state of affairs didn’t last, because my parents realized nothing could force me to eat so they catered to my palate, worrying they’d starve me. But the message stuck. If you can’t do anything about a situation, just accept the suffering.

A few years later my mother called me off the playground to ask, “Are you limping?”

I shrugged. My feet had hurt for a long time, but that was just the way things were now. My mom pulled my socks and shoes off and gasped. The soles of my feet were covered in huge painful planters warts.

“Why didn’t you say anything?!” She demanded but I could only shrug at her. I’d learned a long time ago that saying things about my discomfort didn’t matter, so now I had no words. Sometimes things hurt and sometimes they don’t. I simply accepted and did my best.

Now as an adult trying to learn to improve my own conditions can be hard. If I make food that I can’t eat I’ll force myself to sit at the counter still, full of guilt and self loathing, trying to will myself to eat it.

At first I needed my betrothed to gently take it away to present me with something I could eat. Now on my own I can usually admit that it’s not happening before too long and get something else, but I still feel guilty.

Laying in bed at night waiting for my betrothed to finish getting ready I let out a huge sigh of relief when they turned the lights off.

“Why didn’t you turn them off if they bothered you?” they asked the first time it happened.

“I didn’t even know it was bothering me until it was gone.”

Assessing my physical state now to see if I can improve it is something I’m still relearning but I’m relieved to finally have the space and support to do it.

#ramblies #autism #as an afab kid I didn’t get diagnosed but given my poor social skills and general vibes it’s astonishing I wasn’t #I didn’t learn to implement social masking until way later #also those warts too months to get rid of cause they were too big to burn off #they had to be scraped down slowly after baths

[oceanlix]

Day 1: Beomgyu

Pairing: Beomgyu x female reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 1087

Warnings: Begging, whining, riding, breast play, nipple sucking, hair pulling, marking, biting, dirty talk, praise, creampie

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“Please,” Beomgyu whimpers, hands on your bare waist. “Please sit on it.”

Normally you wouldn’t even need him to ask, but you’re tired tonight. Exhausted even, if you’re being honest. Even if he were to do all the work, you don’t think you can keep your eyes open much longer.

“Gyu,” you sigh, but he’s already pulling you down into his lap, hard length pressing against your thin panties. You jolt at the sensation, his lips kissing down your neck eagerly.

“Please, you can even go to sleep if you want. I just wanna be inside you. I won’t even move, I promise!”

You really can’t deny your boyfriend when he gets all cute and whiny like this, his eyes glossy and desperate. You push aside the exhaustion and nod your head, smiling tiredly when he squeals as you stand up.

He’s quick to push down his underwear, placing a quick kiss to your hip before he practically rips yours off as well. He’s so cute when he grabs his cock, pumping it in his hand eagerly. You wish you weren’t so tired as he guides you back into his lap; you want to see his face go slack as you bounce on his dick. But that’ll have to wait for another night.

He slides his cock up and down your folds, gathering your wetness with desperate little gasps. Beomgyu laps at your tits in his face, gently caressing your side as he slowly pushes his cock into your warmth. You let out a contented sigh as he fills you up, stilling once he bottoms out. To be honest, you didn’t really believe him when he promised you could just cockwarm him, but he’s doing a good job of holding himself back. Even if you can see his arms trembling with desire.

He sucks on your nipples to keep himself distracted, your body slumping against him as you run your fingers through his hair. Beomgyu loves to be close to you, not always in a sexual way, but he really needed you tonight. The feeling of your warm cunt wrapped around his dick is the best kind of stress relief, not just for him but for you too. It had been a long and stressful week for both of you, and you needed to unwind together. Tomorrow you’ll probably take a bubble bath together, but this would work just fine for now.

“Gyu,” you whisper, a few minutes into watching him shake against you. He pulls his mouth off your tits and looks up with glossy eyes, his spaced out expression making you lose track of your thoughts for a second.

“Yeah?” he asks after a few beats of silence. You slowly shift your hips in his lap, a gasp falling out of his mouth. “Baby, please, I can’t-“ he starts, but you gently grip his chin and pull him in for a kiss.

“You can fuck me,” you tell him, letting out a small giggle. Beomgyu is slow to respond, blinking at you as he thumbs at the skin of your waist. “Come on, I thought you wanted to feel me?”

Your boyfriend growls a little, lifting you off his lap and rolling the both of you over until you’re underneath him. When he presses his cock back inside of you, you moan softly, nails scratching down his back. You still feel exhaustion tugging at your entire body, but the desire for your man is currently much stronger. You tug his hair at the nape of his neck when he hikes your leg up, angling himself deeper into your cunt.

“Knew you couldn’t resist,” he mumbles into your chest, teeth scraping over your nipple. You twist your fingers in his hair harshly and he groans, thrusting into you sharply. “There she is, there’s my girl.”

His strokes are long and deep, just how you like them. Beomgyu always takes care of you, stimulating every part of your body perfectly. He’s had years of practice, after all. You just allow yourself to lay there and take it, too tired to participate much more than you already are.

Beomgyu keeps talking you through it while he litters your chest with sloppy kisses and bites. You’ll look a mess tomorrow, but the two of you aren’t going anywhere anyway. He’ll be the only one to see the purple and red marks, likely in the mirror when you have lazy morning sex.

“Love how you let me use you like this,” he says into your ear, before capturing your lips in a wet and filthy kiss. You hum against him, your body rocking rhythmically as he pounds into you. “You must really love me, huh?”

He’s playful when he says it, smirking down at you, but you know Beomgyu so well. He needs to hear the words even if he pretends he doesn’t; your little softie boyfriend. You stroke his neck and sweetly smile up at him, always ready to say the words he needs to hear.

“I love you so much, Gyu,” you say. You mean it with all your heart, of course, and Beomgyu knows this. But it’s always nice to hear anyway, and coupled with the sight of your breasts bouncing as he fucks you, he almost blows his load right then and there.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he growls, squeezing your waist in his hands. You giggle and run your hands down his chest, using your nails to scratch lightly over his abdomen. He whimpers, his hips stuttering as he feels his orgasm approaching faster than expected. He goes to pull out, only you wrap your legs around his waist and shake your head.

“Don’t,” you tell him, lips quirking up at his confused expression. “I want you to cum inside.”

Beomgyu doesn’t question his sudden luck, groaning against your tits as he thrusts once, twice, before releasing his load. It triggers your orgasm, causing you to cling to him as you ride out your highs together. You squirm at the feeling of his hot seed filling you up, a new sensation you’ve never felt before. You can’t say you hate it, especially not when he lifts his head to look at you with those glossy eyes of his.

“I started birth control,” you tell him, giggling when he kisses your chest a dozen times.

“God, how did I get so lucky?” he murmurs, just before kissing you sweetly. You twirl his hair in your fingers and smile against his lips, silently wondering the same thing.

#txt smut #beomgyu smut #beomgyu x reader #txt x reader #beomgyu fic #smutmas 2023 #my fics #400

[devilishchaos]

Hi, I just read your Miami fic and it was awesome! If your requests are open, could write more Rúben smut, where is making love you to during your anniversary night, him being really gentle and end up with cockwarming until morning xx

Anniversary | Rúben Dias Imagine

Rating / genre: M (18+); smut, fluff

Pairings: Reader x Rúben Dias

Summary: Y/N and Rúben have soft anniversary sex.

Warnings: Explicit smut, oral sex (f receiving), explicit talk, unprotected vaginal penetration (don't do it!!! stay safe!), hair grabbing, use of pet names "baby", "babe", "princesa", size talk just for a sec, google translated portuguese

AN: Thank you so much. I loved this request, I just had to deliver <3 They have sex in the morning, I hope this is okay with you :) enjoy x

Word Count: 2 143 words

This is a work of fiction. The story, names, characters and incidents either are product or the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Your eyes opened slowly as you were dragged out of your dream. You felt fingertips gently trailing up and down your bare spine, the touch a familiar one. 

Rúben laid next to you in bed, though he’d been awake for a while. The noise coming from the raging storm outside had stirred him out from his own sleep. He enjoyed laying in the dark, listening to the storm and tracing shapes onto your skin. He loved to feel the movements of your steady breathing under his touch, it brought him comfort that nothing else could. 

Your eyes adjusted to the dark, watching lightning flash behind the sheer curtains. You had no idea what time it was, the storm making the sky pitch-black. 

“Good morning, meu amor.” he spoke in his deep, husky morning voice. You rolled over to face him, offering a sleepy smile. He leaned in and kissed you slowly. Nothing about this morning was rushed. You and Rúben were in your own little world. 

Your fingers went into his soft hair, deepening your kiss. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t get home earlier last night.” Rúben apologized softly when the two of you split for air. 

“It’s okay, amor.” you said quietly, letting him slot one of his legs between yours. 

Rúben had gotten caught up at the Etihad Campus the night before, filming content for the City youtube channel, and you were already in bed when he’d finally returned. He had managed not to wake you as he climbed into bed and you were just happy to wake up to him in the morning. 

His lips were back on yours then, his hand on the small of your back pulling you closer to him. He had stripped down everything before getting in bed the night before and you hadn’t bothered to get dressed after a bath. 

It was all skin-to-skin contact, warm and soft, as you sleepily made out in bed. You sighed quietly into Rúben’s mouth and he smiled against your lips. 

“Happy anniversary. Eu te amo.” you whispered softly as he kissed your neck and he hummed against your skin before pulling back to look at you. 

“Happy anniversary, princesa. Te amo mais.” he said, rolling you over so he was on top of you. 

You shuddered as thunder shook the house, rolling through the city. Rúben smiled gently down at you and you exhaled deeply as he kissed down your body. 

“You’re so beautiful.” he hummed against your skin, making you blush at his sweetness. 

“It’s dark.” you giggled quietly. 

“I know what you look like.” he defended himself as his tongue pushed out from between his swollen lips, flicking over the perked bud in the center of your breast while his long fingers knead and twist the other. You tilt your head back, your eyes fluttering closed as your jaw falls slack, panting breaths filling the quiet between the two of you. When he scrapes his teeth over your sensitive skin, your breath comes out as a moan and you can feel his lips curve into a smile against your breast. 

Rúben’s knee disappears from between your legs, leaving your damp, throbbing center with nothing to push against, and you whimper slightly. “Shh..” he murmurs against your skin and shifts his body so that he’s on his knees in front of you, pressing his mouth to your sternum, down your stomach as his fingers grab greedily at your hips. 

When he looks back up at you, eyes hazy and heavy with lust, bright red spots appearing over your skin where he’s mouthed at your body, hair mussed from his fingers, Rúben can’t stop himself from letting an eyebrow slide up, a smile forming on his lips. 

When he leans back into your body, his lips fast and sloppy now as he presses wet, open mouthed kisses to your stomach and hips, you let your head fall back against the silky pillow and your fingers ghost up to curl in his hair. Rúben’s hands slide behind your thighs, gripping the swell of your ass before he tugs you, to the edge of the bed. You jerk forward, grateful for the closeness he has created as his shoulders press in between your thighs. 

“Rúben- ” you whisper and you realize it’s the first word either of you have spoken in a while amidst the sounds of moans and panting. 

“Shh, babygirl.” he says, taking your face in between his hands. He brings your face to his, pressing a gentle kiss against your mouth “Let me love on you.” he pulls back from your lips and his hands slide to your shoulders to gently push you back against the bed. Rúben’s head dips and you feel his warm mouth pressing against the top of one thigh, then the other. When his hands grip your knees, sliding your legs farther open, you feel your heart racing in your chest with anticipation. 

Rúben’s facial hair tickles where it comes in contact with your thigh as his mouth trails down the inside of your thigh, pressing a gentle kiss where the skin dips between the swell of your thigh and your sex. When he replaces his lips with his teeth, biting suddenly and harshly, your thighs try to come together, closing around his head as you gasp. You relax your muscles as his teeth ease and he pulls back slightly to run his tongue over the indents he’s left behind in your skin. 

You push a hand into his hair, pushing the bangs back and digging your nails into his scalp as his head dips to the other thigh. Rúben replays the same touches, biting and soothing your soft skin on the other side, and you feel your chest rumble with a moan as you think about the matching bruises you’ll be sporting on the insides of your thighs for the next few days. His fingers slip in between your folds, sliding through the slick arousal that he’s built in your core. 

“Ohh, Rúben..” you whisper, not sure what you��re going to say - maybe, “you don’t have to.” or “please, just put your dick in me..now.” - but he cuts you off. 

“Don’t speak.” he says, glancing up at you from between your thighs and you can feel his words against your throbbing centre. You hold his eyes with your own for a moment, seeing the glint of lust and passion in his, and nod slowly. 

“Be my good girl.” he purrs, the words slightly muffled as he presses them into your slick lips and you feel a shiver running down your entire body.

With one last glance up at you, Rúben’s mouth presses to your core, parting your swollen lips with his fingers so he can slide his tongue from your throbbing hole to the swollen bundle of nerves above it. His tongue, wide and gentle, slides over your pussy, forcing you to roll your hips slightly over his face. His nose brushes against your clit with the motion and you gasp at the friction. Rúben takes this as a cue, bringing his mouth up to the sensitive bead and sucking it between his lips. He rolls his tongue over it then around as he suckles gently. Your fingers curl, scratching his scalp as you slightly force his face closer, desperate for more. 

“Oh, God..” you gasp, your back arching slightly and Rúben’s hand disappears from where it’s been kneading the soft skin of the inside of your thigh. Two of his fingers are suddenly pressed against your hole, teasing before sliding in easily in your vagina. You feel him filling you, knuckle by knuckle, as he continues to move his tongue over your swollen bud. 

Rúben’s fingers curl inside of you before he pulls back slightly, beginning to use his hand to thrust deep into the part of you that aches with how badly you want him, how badly you need him. His fingers slide against your walls, satisfying that part of your brain that’s been crying out for more. Amidst your own panting and whimpers, you hear him say something, mouth still between your legs and you push his head back from your thighs. 

“What did you say?” you ask breathless as your chest expands rapidly, your cheeks hot as he looks up at you. 

“I love you so much, baby.” Rúben says, and the look on his face is like he’s drunk “‘I’m  so lucky..” he says again, fingers still thrusting in and out of you with each word “..lucky to know you..” he presses another kiss to your other thigh “..lucky to touch you..” his mouth is against your clit “..lucky to love you.” 

He runs his tongue over it, to ghost over your sensitive bud, bringing it back between his lips, and this time he lets his teeth scrape gently over it right as he slams his fingers deep into your body. The feeling that’s been building in your core, the tightness that has had you writhing under his touch, suddenly peaks and your jaw drops open, your hips thrusting against his hand and mouth as your fingers grip his head. 

Rúben’s fingers make smaller pushes now, gently guiding you down as he keeps his mouth in place, his tongue running over the pulsing swell in his mouth. Your muscles tighten around his fingers, gripping him as you spasm through your release. When your body finally eases, the muscles in your body loosen as your release washes through your body, Rúben pulls his hand away from you, sitting back on his heels as he wipes the back of his hand over his slick chin and lips. 

Despite the storm outside, you felt safe with Rúben and you were melting in the softness of the moment. 

“Ready?” Rúben asked, kissing your lips before settling between your legs. You reached your hands out to him and he intertwined his fingers with yours, kissing the backs of your hands. 

“Want me to hold your hands?”

“Yes, please.” you nodded and he smiled in the dark. 

Your breath caught in your throat as Rúben eased inside of you. He praised you for taking him in so well and you breathed as you adjusted to his cock. You never quite got used to how big Rúben was, despite your frequent sex life. Once he bottomed out, he stilled for a few moments to let the dull ache subside. 

“I love feeling you stretch to take all of me in.” he hummed, and you squeezed his hands. His lips brushed over your cheekbone, pressing gentle kisses on your face. 

“Rúbenn..” you moaned as he slowly rocked his hips, pushing all the way into you. His breathing grew heavier as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. 

You let go of one of his hands to pull him down to kiss him passionately as he continued to thrust into you. You were like velvet around him, every part of you so soft. You were addicting and Rúben was mesmerized by how perfect you were for him. 

“Rú, I- I want- ” you were cut off with a gasp as the head of his dick brushed against your g-spot. 

“Tell me, amor. What do you want?”

“I want to be on top.” you got out through whimpers of pleasure. 

Rúben snuck an arm under you, holding you tightly against him, staying nestled deep inside of you. He moved to sit up against the headboard, your legs still wrapped around his hips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, moaning into his mouth as you rocked your hips against his, nearly crying out at the deeper angle. 

“I love seeing you ride me like this.” he praised, reaching down to gently massage your clit, feeling your walls tighten around him. You kept your movements slow and steady, the pleasure making Rúben’s head fall back. You kissed the column of his throat, his deep moan sending a wave of arousal through you. 

“Babe, I’m so close..” you whimpered and he increased the pressure on your clit, making you cry out his name.

“Cum for me, baby..cum all over me.” Rúben breathed and a shiver rolled down your spine. You rolled forward as you came, squeezing your husband’s shoulders. Your breathing became uneven as your nerves sparked with electricity. The sight of you coming undone above him had Rúben spilling inside of you with a deep moan that echoed through your bedroom, mixing with a boom of thunder. 

I love you’s were murmured in the dark, kisses pressed to your head as you caught your breath. You laid on Rúben’s chest, keeping him buried deep inside of you, even after you were done. You squirmed a bit at first, but Rúben rubbed your back lightly and your eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of being full.

#ruben dias #ruben gato dias #ruben dias fic #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias imagines #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias x you #ruben dias x y/n #ruben dias smut #ruben dias fluff #football imagine #football imagines

[mykneeshurt]

Shower sex with 141, Rudy and Alejandro + Keegan? 🤤

WHEW! I need a cold shower after that! AFAB reader

Warnings - 18+, smut, explicit smut, praise kink, hints at voyuerism, p in v, f oral receiving, m oral receiving, masturbation, unprotected sex

Price 🥃

Price loves nothing more than bending you over in your corner shower. It’s a decent size but with his buff body in there with you? Whew it’s a tight squeeze.

He loves to wait until you’ve had a chance to unwind as the hot water engulfs your body. When he feels satisfied that you’ve had some time to your self he’ll join you. And it surprises you every time.

He opens the curved doors and slips in behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You feel so soft against his body, he loves how the water makes you feel so slick beneath him.

He starts off by nipping at your neck, then your ear as he whispers sweet praises in your ear. ‘Look so good love’ … ‘mmm smell divine’ … ‘can’t wait to feel you.’

He kissed you under the rainfall shower head for a while, teasing your lips with his teeth. Slowly working his hands down to your core. He gets you to beg every time, every single time. You don’t know how he does it.

When he can’t take anymore teasing he presses your bare chest into the tile, the cold texture causing your nipples to harden. He lines his cock up against your slit before pushing in at a devilishly slow pace. He starts off slow before building a fast but gentle pace. He loves watching the fat of your ass jiggle with every thrust. The sound of your skin slapping together.

Holding onto your waist he grips you like a vice, muttering against your skin. ‘Fuck love’ … ‘can’t take it, feel so good on my cock’ … ‘gonna cum in this lil cunt alright?’

Soap 🧼

You love to surprise Soap when he’s in the shower. While it’s not his favourite place to fuck you he’ll never pass up an opportunity to feel you. Slipping behind the curtain you join him, his eyes light up almost instantly. A cheeky grin plastered on your face.

You kiss him first, deep, passionate kisses, Soaps a very good kisser. Attentive and loving. He backs you up against the tile wall, hooking your thigh around his waist. He likes to take his time with you, first he runs his fingers along your slit. Teasing your sensitive clit with every scrape of his finger tips.

You arch your back off the tiles and closer to his chest, eyes screwed shut as he inserts one finger, then another. He’s slow, methodical, massaging your pussy as he watches you bit your lips. Making them swell. When he feels your begin to clench he removes his fingers and pushes into you.

His cock stretches you in the most perfect way, it burns but tingles. Cupping your jaw he begins to move, again, steady, slow, methodical. Feeling every ridge in your cunt as he watches you gave contort in pleasure. Kissing you again he inhales your moans as he grunts himself.

Scraping your nails along his chest he hisses through his teeth, ‘Atta girl’ … ‘keep going’ … ‘cum on my cock, that’s it.’ And you do, hard. Throwing your head back, chest heaving as you cum around his cock you moan into oblivion.

Ghost 💀

As I’ve mentioned before Ghost loves a bath, so he has both. He spent a lot of money on his bathroom so it’s the best of the best.

One day you’re feeling particularly horny, he’s out running errands but came back early. He hears your soft delicate loans coming from the bathroom, as he peers through the door he sees you straddling the powerful shower head. Moving slightly the floorboard creaks causing you to whip your head up. Instead of being embarrassed you beckon him in with a finger.

Ghost stands over you unable to take his eyes off your naked body dripping with water. You looked ethereal in the soft bathroom lighting. Eyeing his crotch you bite your lip, he knows exactly what you want. Pulling out his cock he teases your lips with the swollen head of his cock.

Without any hesitation you open and take his cock into your warm wet mouth. The sudden change in sensation and temperature causes him to whimper. A low breathy whimper beneath his mask. This spurs you on so you begin to move your head, feeling your own orgasm brewing.

Gripping your hair he guides your head and mouth along the shaft of his cock. He can’t find any words to say, he wants to praise you, love you, encourage you, but they won’t come. Instead he’s choking on his breath as he watches you Bob your head back and forth. You look up at him with doe like eyes, big and innocent. Such a juxtaposition, you were anything but innocent.

You moan around his cock, the vibrations reverberate up his spine and into his chest. You’re close, he knows this. ‘Cum for me baby’ he manages to choke out as he sees your eyes flutter, your orgasm teetering closer. When you finally fall over the edge you keep his cock in your mouth, groaning and moaning. The sounds muffled by him filling your mouth with his cum.

Gaz 🇬🇧

The barracks were close to empty when you were showering, you liked to shower at night away from the crowds of people. But tonight Gaz decided he wanted to join you. You’d both gotten back from a crazy ass mission and you needed to unwind. He’d text you earlier in the day to meet him there after midnight.

You went about your normal shower routine waiting for him to show up. Just as you were above to give up hope the curtain flew open and Gaz’s lips were on yours. He was hungry, needy, desperate. He shoved you up against the wall and devoured your neck ‘need you so bad babe.’

He lifted you onto his hips and wasted no time in slipping his cock into you. It was rough, fast and ready, his pace was brutal and he thrust into your cunt. You hardly had any time to breathe in between thrust, you gripped on to his neck, your nails leaving crescent shaped indents. ‘You take it so well, fuck, so good’ he moaned into your ear.

He came soon after, finally feeling so relief from his release. Knowing you hadn’t come yet he sank to his knees and ate you pussy while he finger fucked his cum back into you.

Rudy ❤️

After a hard mission Rudy came home and sat under the shower letting the water wash away his sins. Seeing he wasn’t himself you joined him, straddling him in your wet room.

It didn’t take long for you to distract him, the water dripped down your face and onto your breasts. It was picture perfect for him. He brought your lips to his in a soft and loving kiss as he pulled you into him. Wanting to feel your body on his, reminding him where he was.

He seemed distracted still, ‘Rudy, take me please.’ Feeling him grow hard beneath you, you raised your hips and sank down onto him. His mouth fell open and a breath filled gasp came from deep within his chest. As you started to move on top of him he held your back and waist, feeling your muscles move and contract.

You bucked your hips as you rode him, the water spilled over you both enhancing the sensations you felt. Slamming your hands on the wall next to his head you watched as his eyes flickered, how the rolled back into his head. ‘Cum for me, fill me Rudy please’ you begged in his ear ‘fuck, cum for me baby.’ Your sweet voice pulled him closer to his orgasm, when he finally felt his release he buried his head in your neck. Thanking you for knowing what he needed.

Alejandro 🌹

In your home in Mexico you had an outdoor shower for getting in and out of the pool. One extremely hot day you were getting ready to go for a dip, Alejandro was relaxing on a lounger as he caught a glimpse of you showering. He watched as the water slid down your curves, hugging your breasts and ass. He needed to have you.

He made his way over and pulled you in close to him as he began kissing your neck. You moaned as you put a hand out onto the clay wall to steady yourself. His hands moved down your body feeling every part of you underneath his calloused hands. ‘Alejandro! Someone could hear us!’ While there was a small clay wall around the outdoor shower, the houses in your neighbourhood were close together.

This only spurred him on, ‘let them hear mi amor. Let them hear how pretty you sound when you cum.’ Knowing he wasn’t going to let up you smiled up at him reigniting the kiss. He slid your bikini pants to the side and massaged your clit as he peppered kisses along your collar bone. Raking your nails through his hair only encouraged him, he slipped two fingers into your dripping cunt. Causing you to moan into his neck, you arched your back wanting to feel closer to him.

‘Need you Alejandro’ you whispered. He turns you round and bent you over as he slid his thick cock into you. You tried desperately to store your moans but he knew exactly how to drive you wild. You could have sworn he was doing it on purpose.

Keegan 🗡️

Keegan loves nothing more than worshipping you no matter where you end up having sex. Under the powerful rainfall water head he kisses you deeply first, grazing his hands over your jaw, your neck, your collarbones. This man makes you putty in his hands. He twists his hands in your hair pulling your head back, exposing your neck.

He licks from your collar bone to your jaw, before biting your bottom lip. He builds you up so well, teasing you constantly. He trails his fingers gently over your slit, being careful not to touch your clit. He wants you to beg. To come undone in his hands. You whimper beneath his touch ‘please Keegan.’ The sound of you beg is other worldly, he gets high from your whispery moans and pleas.

When he’s finally unable to control himself anymore, he places his hand around your neck as you hitch a thigh over his waist. ‘Ready?’ He scans your face for any discomfort and to double check you still want this. You nod firmly, wanting nothing more than him inside you.

Once he’s satisfied he slips into your cunt, slow at first before building up his pace. He feels so good, he makes you feel full, ‘touch yourself’ he commands. Dropping your fingers to your clit you satisfy the throbbing need deep within you. Keegan places his face in the crook of your neck ‘wanna hear you baby, moan for me, lemme hear that pretty voice.’ Not one to disobey him you whimper and moan against his skin, the phonetic moans drive him to the edge.

‘That’s it, take it baby, just like that Fuck’ he groans. You can feel your orgasm coming, and coming fast. Muttering under your breath Keegan can feel you beginning to tighten. ‘Cum for me, right now, cum on this cock’ his voice is dark and gravelly. You do as you’re told and allow yourself to fall over the precipice of pleasure.

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[psychedelic-ink]

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐒.

DAY EIGHT OF HAUNTED HOEDOWN

prompt: cult au + “do you like it when i bleed for you?”

pairing: cult leader!din djarin x f!reader

genre: explicit smut, minors dni

summary: din initiates you into the cult.

word count: 1.1k

warnings: dubcon (power imbalance), manipulation, innocence kink, corruption kink, blood/blood kink, blowjob, soft dom!din kinda

Your eyes follow the man in armor in front of you. 

It’s just you and him, no one else. No one to hear you scream or beg while you are initiated. He removes the plates of his arms one by one, the majority of his armor staying along with his helmet. There’s a fire burning behind him. The flickering orange and yellow bathes his armor in light and you stare, mesmerized by how shadows deepen all around his armor. 

“You can’t leave after this,” he says, voice modulated. “You will be one of us.” 

“Can I see your face then?” you ask innocently, batting his eyes at him. He tilts his head, observing your soft smile and clutched thighs. You want to see him. Be with him. He had been protecting you for years, looking out for you, teaching you the way and how to live a happy life. He’d told you once, how he cared for you, but couldn’t give you a name or show you his face until you were properly initiated. That was the creed. 

He stills for a moment. You see the tension building in his muscles and doubt begins to swirl in your chest. You want to please him and the thought of saying something that might upset him makes your stomach churn.

“Yes,” he answers finally, every word pronounced carefully. “I don’t show my face to anyone though, I want you to remember that and know how special you are to me. Understood?” 

You nod and he shakes his head, “Use your words mesh’la. Use my name, it’s Din.” 

“Yes, Din,” you answer. Your cheeks warm up. His name hits your tongue just right, as if your mouth is made to repeat his name over and over again. 

Satisfied, he nods and pulls out a sharp dagger from his waist. The gleam catches your eye and your pulse quickens. You have no idea how the initiation works, your excitement courses through your veins, and pounds in your ears. His visor reflects your wide-eyed expression. 

“On your knees,” he says. 

You quickly obey, ignoring how the stone scrapes your skin. He displays his forearm, bringing the sharp edge of the dagger to his skin. Din cuts himself slowly, blood trickling instantly from the long wound. Your heart jumps, eyes going wide. You almost feel a cut of your own tingling over your forearm and it pains you to see him bleeding. 

But also, you know this is not something he does for everyone. 

Your pupils dilate, mouth flooding with saliva with the prospect of pressing your lips against the crimson blood. 

“Repeat after me,” he says, drawing you away from your disrespectful thoughts. You nod. The blood ebbs like spiderwebs across his skin, coiling around his bare wrist and dripping from his fingers to the cold stone ground. 

He begins, voice soft and words slow, “I swear on my name and the names of the ancestors. . .” 

 “I swear on my name and the names of the ancestors. . .” you repeat dutifully. 

“that I shall walk the way of the mand’alore. . .” 

“that I shall walk the way of the mand’alore. . .” 

 “and the words of the creed shall be forever forged in my heart.” 

 “and the words of the creed shall be forever forged in my heart. . .” 

“This is the way.” 

“This is the way.” 

He curls two bloody fingers under your chin and tilts your head further up. You feel the warmth of his essence on your skin, the scent of iron filling your nostrils. “Do you like it when I bleed for you?”

“Yes,” you answer without thought, feeling the blood moving down your neck, following the path between your breasts. He slightly bends his knees, leaning over you as he tugs your bottom lip down with his thumb. You exhale when he smears the tender flesh with his blood, marking you, and you taste him. 

He sighs, “Maker, I can’t wait to ruin you.” 

Din pulls away and you lick the blood from your lips. Oddly enough he tastes sweet to you, even though you know it’s impossible. Your eyes drop to the front of his pants where he unzips himself, your mouth goes dry at the size of his hard cock. He’s not too long, but the thickness of it is enough for you to shudder with pleasure. 

“Have you ever sucked cock before?” he asks, coming closer and tracing your lips with his bloody fingers. Insticeticly, you part your lips and he slips them inside, he groans as you swirl your tongue, cleaning him off. 

“No,” you answer. “It never seemed that appealing to me.”

“How about now?” 

The drop of his voice, the rasp beneath the words, all of it makes your mind go completely blank. Silent. You swallow around his fingers. He withdraws his fingers, “It’s very tempting,” you breathe out, tongue swiping over your bottom lip. 

Din ignores your answer, “Open your mouth. Wide,” he groans and when you do, he pushes himself inch by inch into your mouth. Tears build in your eyes and he cradles the side of your face with one hand, keeping you still. He doesn’t stop until you’re choking around him, a moan echoing from underneath the helmet. 

Tears fall one by one as he begins to thrust his hips, burying his cock down your throat with every move. You brace yourself by placing your palm on his thighs. The muscles bulge underneath your hands. Arousal pools between your legs. He’s using you just like you wanted, owning you and making you yours. 

“That’s it. You’re doing so well,” his head tilts back, pushing you down until your nose is buried within the dark curls. You can barely breathe. The mixture of precome and blood heavy on your tongue. You feel him pulse as your throat convulses around him, then he pulls back, a growl reaching your ears. “My sweet girl, always so eager to please.” 

Din pulls out slowly and you can feel the slickness on your tongue. His hand slides from your chin up the side of your head. His rough thumb traces your lower lip. You can feel his gaze like a brand on your skin. he takes a deep breath and exhales before taking himself into his hand. The head of his cock is an angry shade of red, precome glistening beautifully at the slit. 

Before he can command it, you open your mouth and stick out your tongue. He fists himself before spilling his hot cum all over your lips and chin, dripping down your face. His moans and whimpers are beautiful, a sight only you’re allowed to see. 

There’s so much of it, his cock continuously twitches and throbs in his hand. He ruins you, just like he promised. Staining you with his seed. Your insides clench when you imagine Din coming inside instead of on your face. 

When he’s finished, he tucks himself back into his pants and reaches for his helmet. 

“As promised,” he says, voice hoarse, scratching your ears just right. 

You finally see the real face of the man in armor.

And he’s beautiful.

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin x f!reader #din djarin x fem!reader #din djarin au #din djarin smut #cult leader!din djarin #hauntedhoedown #pedro pascal character fanfiction #the mandalorian fanfic #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x you #the mandalotian x fem!reader #the mandalorian x f!reader

[corrodedhawkins]

Withdrawal: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Follow up to Prozac

Content warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), language, oral (f!receiving), fingering, crying (non-sexual this time), Eddie being a very supportive but also very horny boyfriend, multiple orgasms and praise.

This fic deals with mental health, mental health medication, withdrawing from medication, the possible side effects of these medications, including sexual dysfunction and the shame that can come with them. Please skip this if any of these things are triggering for you.

Authors note: this is inspired by me finally getting off of my SSRI and being able to feel my clit for the first time in five years. We’re celebrating

After years of being on an SSRI and attending weekly sessions, your therapist thought you had made enough progress to taper you off of your Prozac and onto an NDRI with less side effects. They had warned you the withdrawal process would be difficult, but nothing could have prepared you for what hell the next few weeks would be.

Your emotions were all over the place, and you found yourself screaming one minute then bursting into tears the next. The brain zaps were horrible, jolts of electricity shocking you so suddenly you nearly doubled over every time.

Eddie, bless him, had been a saint through the whole process. He let you scream and cry, and when you were done, he’d scoop you up into his lap and you’d fall asleep against his chest, exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster.

He would stop at the store on the way home to grab your favorite ice cream, candy bar, or anything else he thought could make you smile. You had to admit, it was hard to be upset when Eddie was shoving a bag full of chocolate, bubble bath, candles and a book into your arms as he ushered you into the bathroom.

Three weeks into withdrawal you finally start to feel better, your emotions much more stable with only the occasional brain zap. As supportive as Eddie had been, he missed being intimate with you. The second he was sure you were feeling better, he practically shoved you down onto the mattress. He crawls between your legs, whispering a, “missed you”, to your pussy before diving in.

Your snort of amusement turns into a cry of pleasure as you feel Eddie’s tongue lap at your clit.

“Holy fuck”, you stare down at him, propping yourself up onto your elbows. “Wha-what are you doing?”, you gape.

Eddie lifts his head from between your thighs, blowing a strand of hair out of his face. “Eating your pussy?”, he answers slowly, tone questioning.

“No shit”, you slap at his shoulder weakly. “I mean, what are you doing differently? Feels really good.”

He ducks back down to mouth at your clit, sucking the bud into his mouth as his tongue swirls around it. You feel him smirk against you when your hips jolt, hand flying to bury your fingers into his hair.

“You mean this?”, he asks before diving back in and sucking harshly at your clit. His big hands grab your hips to keep you still, pinning you to the mattress.

“Hah-yes. D-don’t know where you learned that but it’s good.”

As much as he loves seeing you enjoy yourself, his confusions wins out. “Baby”, he murmurs as he kisses your inner thighs, his day-old stubble scraping against the sensitive skin. “M’not doing anything differently. This is what I always do. Want me to keep going?”

“Please”, you breathe.

You feel him nod against you as he peppers kisses from your inner thighs to your slit, tongue darting out to lick a stripe from your hole to your clit.

“Ohmyfuckinggod”, you yelp, throwing your legs over his shoulders for leverage. You buck up as much as you can in his hold, grinding Eddie’s nose into your clit as he laps up the slick dripping from your hole to the sheets below.

“Can I have your fingers? Please?”, you whine pathetically as Eddie reaches up to shove two fingers into your mouth. You immediately suck on them, getting them nice and wet.

With one last swirl of his tongue against you, he pulls his fingers from your mouth and taps them against your hole. “This what you want?”

“Yes”, you cry, a little louder than you meant to.

Eddie chuckles, placing a kiss to the inside of your knee. “S’okay, I got you.”

His fingers inside of you is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. They drag against your g-spot, sending sparks of pleasure up your spine, your thoughts a mess of “whatthefuckwhatthefuck”.

The usually elusive orgasm builds quickly, one hand tangled in his curls as the other grips the sheets below. “Please don’t stop”, you beg.

“Not stopping”, he promises, thumb reaching up to swirl circles around your clit as he speaks. “I can feel how close you are, sweetheart. You gonna cum for me?”

All you can do is nod frantically, hand tightening against his scalp.

His mouth replaces his thumb on your clit, keeping the hard but steady pace of his fingers curling up against your g-spot.

It only takes seconds before you’re crying out, muscles seizing before you’re shaking apart as you cum against his tongue.

Sagging back against the pillows, you ride out your orgasm until you’re overstimulated, shoving his head away as you catch your breath.

“Good?”, Eddie smirks, biting playfully at your thigh.

You stare at him for a moment before it hits you. “No way, no fucking way.” Your hands come up to cover your face, the realization making your stomach flip.

“What? What is it?”, Eddie’s on you in an instant, pulling your hands away from your face to get a good look at you. “Baby, talk to me.” His eyes flick over your features, desperately trying to figure out what’s wrong.

The tears you’ve been holding back fall as the care in his tone hits you. “That’s what I’ve been missing?”, you practically wail.

Eddie reaches up to wipe the tears from your face, a look of genuine bafflement etching features. “Huh?”

With a huff, you sit up and wipe the remaining tears from your face. “I just came in less than two minutes, Eddie. Two minutes.” Two fingers are thrust against his chest to emphasize your point. “And I felt everything. Nothing felt numb or dull. It’s like my clit just woke up from a thousand year slumber.”

He snorts at that, biting his lip when you shoot him a glare. “Isn’t…isn’t that a good thing?”, he asks timidly.

“Of course it is”, you try to take a deep breath and fail, the tears coming back before you can stop them. “It’s great, but now all I can think about is how I‘be been cheated out of that with you because of my meds”, you sniffle. “I’d been on it so long I didn’t even remember I could feel like that.”

“Baby”, Eddie sighs, his heart breaking for you as he wraps you in his arms, your head resting in the crook of his neck. “M’so sorry you spent so long like that. Please don’t cry.”

“Can’t help it”, you mumble, burying your face back against his shoulder.

His hand rubs over your back soothingly, waiting for you to to settle before he speaks. “Y’know, I think you’re looking at this entirely the wrong way.” Eddie pulls back and tilts your chin up to look at him.

“Hear me out”, he tucks a few strands of hair behind your ear and leans in close. “If the way you were flailing around like you were possessed is any indication, I think it was pretty good for you?”

“You’re exaggerating”, you turn your attention to his hands, fiddling with the ring on his middle finger, twisting it back and forth.

“Mhm no baby, I’m not. I almost called a priest. Got a little worried we needed an exorcism.” He presses a quick kiss to your temple as you giggle, relieved he can make you feel a little better.

“And if it felt that good”, he continues, voice dropping a few octaves. He knows what that tone does to you, the bastard. “And you came that quickly, imagine how good it would feel if I laid you out and took my time with you, pulled out every trick I know. Imagine how many times I could make you cum.”

You can hear the smirk in his tone as his hand snakes down your body, thumb swirling deliciously slowly around your clit.

A shaky breath rushes out of you, the feeling of your clit starting to throb again startling you. If you were lucky, you came once, unable to even think about a second orgasm. Apparently, things had changed.

Eddie nuzzles into your neck, sucking kisses to the exposed skin, his thumb picking up speed. “Think you can go again?”

He chuckles against your skin when you immediately nod. “Are you gonna be a good girl and let me do whatever I want with you?”

You made a mental note to send your therapist a fruit basket as you came for the third time that night.

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #melissa writes #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader smut

[klausysworld]

hiii, hope you’re doing well :D

Would you be down to write a piece where Klaus is married to a human doctor or nurse and every time he comes back after a fight and is wounded, reader patches him up. And Klaus is like u know I heal. And she’s like shut up and sit. Klaus smirks and obeys as he secretly loves getting tended to by wifey.

Healing Hands

I worried for Klaus daily and nightly. Whether he was immortal or not, pain is pain.

Watching him stumble through the front door bloodied and bruised always made my heart drop. He was careless with himself, if they didn't have the white-oak stake then he didn't worry. He often reminded me that he wouldn't die even if they tore his heart out or burnt him alive.

To be honest that didn't help my fears at all.

I would always look after him after he was injured. Whether it was a couple scrapes here and there or if it was something much, much worse.

For instance, today was simply awful.

Klaus had been missing for nearly three full days when Elijah and Rebekah came in through the door, holding him up. I rushed down the stairs and helped him back up them. Once we got him onto his bed I got my bag out which was essentially a very big first aid kit with a couple extra items, like my surgical string and curved suture needles.

I looked up to find Klaus looked back at me with a small smile on his blood stained lips.

"I'm okay" he whispered raspily.

"No...you're not" I told him and he sighed softly as I opened his blood soaked shirt to expose the very slowly healing stab wounds that carved deep into his abdomen and chest.

"I just need some blood, I'll heal in seconds" he mumbled

"Then I'll put you on a blood drip" I remarked while gently running antiseptic wipes over his wounds, trying not to let his wincing bother me.

"Love-"

"Just be quiet Nik" I whispered "Just let me help"

"okay" he murmured softly, giving in rather quickly which was more and more common recently. I gave a small smile back to him before continuing to carefully stitch him up where he should need it.

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(switch to 3rd person)

He kept still, his eyes closing as he felt her healing hands caress him better.

Klaus would never admit how much he secretly enjoyed her tending to him. It always reminded him of how much she loved him. No matter what was wrong, she was right there with bandages and wipes to help sooth his hurt.

Usually it was accompanied by a warm bath afterwards, her bare body against his while she traced the places where wounds once were. She would proceed to kiss each spot and then, at last, his lips. Then he would thank her quietly to which she would simply dismiss and once more tell him to be quiet so she could 'treat' him in another way.

By the time they're out of the water, they're probably dirtier than when they got in but neither one of them could care once they were curled up together again.

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(Back to 1st)

I had my head on his chest, tilted back to gaze up at him. My fingertips danced patterns across his broad chest while his brushes against my scalp.

The room was dark, the curtains closed and door locked. A comfortable silence had been around us for a good while now, our love for one-another always lingered in the air and both our eyes seemed to grow tired as we looked deep into each other.

His rough yet quiet voice broke the quiet but I didn't mind.

"I'm sorry I was gone for so long" he whispered and I smiled softly.

"It wasn't you fault...I'm sorry I wasn't much use in finding you" I always felt a little helpless when it came to saving people. Being a human my skills weren't ever helpful. I tried of course but I would never be as strong or intelligent as those who have lived for centuries.

"I never want you to spend restless nights looking for me. You must know by now that I will always come back to you alive, and you will always be here waiting I hope." His hand stroked the skin of my face making my lashes flutter as I nodded

"I'll always be here, I'll always look after you" I promised. I feel his forehead press to mine, the soft curls of top his head which have grown a little long tickle my face gently.

"And I you sweetheart" he smiled and so did I

"I love you Niklaus" I whispered quietly, kissing his cheek gently

"I love you more, my little nurse"

(Sorry this is so short)

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[dj-spiderman]

miggy getting a little delulu during sex and desperately tries to breed reader despite knowing that it’s not possible

DOTING DADDY SPIDERS

- Miguel O’Hara x M!reader

- Genre: NSFW (MDNI)

- Warnings: Overstimulation, Dacryphilia, Breeding kink, Mating, Selfish needs, Daddy/mommy Kink, A/B/O taken into mind but not specified, dominant!Miguel, feminization despite AMAB!reader, aftercare

- Synopsis: Miguel has his heat and uses you to try and get rid of it; all while groaning and grunting about how he’s going to fill you full of his spiderlings.

- A/N: Title is based off an article I came across because I thought it was fucking hilarious. And furthermore, this is my first time writing NSFW.

You had gotten home, or in this case Miguel’s dimension, later than usual after working overtime. You hadn’t been keeping track of the days recently, suppose that’s why you were surprised to find all lights off within the house and two glowing red eyes tracking your movements.

Miguel was in his heat.

You slow your body, maintaining eye contact with spider-halfling. “Can I at least get changed..?” You mumble, only to yelp as he pounces.

He has you pinned on your stomach, growling and whining beside your ear. His hot breath fanning against your face as he moves lower to nuzzle into your neck. His pelvis grinding against your backside, growing frustrated with the lack of entry due to your clothes.

Fed up, he straddles you and wastes no time of tearing your clothes off. Leaving you nude in a pile of your clothes as he yet again mounts onto your body. You’re not necessarily scared, nor unwilling of this, but you’re complaining about your clothes and he’s not having it.

His fangs scrape against your neck, and you’re shuddering with the familiar feeling. “Be good for papi and quiet down.” You do as he says, whining softly as his length slips into your hole without prep, but it doesn’t stop him.

He’s already thrusting without remorse, pinning you beneath him as he grunts and huffs. “Gonna.. gonna make you round with my eggs.. my spiderlings…” he snarls, one hand wrapping around your throat and the other lifting a leg of yours up.

You’re babbling and agreeing, tears of bliss rolling down your flushed cheeks. His fingers find their way into your mouth, whispering tauntingly about having your ‘pretty mouth put to use’.

His fingers eventually slip free, his hand moving to wrap around your cock, starting up a slow pace. “I heard a theory that female orgasm increases chance of pregnancy…” he huffs, nipping at your ear as his harsh thrusts continue.

He’s lost far into his primal needs and instincts, desperate to breed his mate. Lifting your hips up to angle deeper, earning squeals and moans from your loose mouth.

“Buen Chico… you’ll be such a good mami..” he groans, voice a low rasp. Your body trapped beneath his own, leaving you desperate for more.

You’re not sure how many times you’ve climaxed, nor do you care. Blinded by the pleasure as he continues pounding into your body desperately. “So good… s’tight..”

You know he’s getting closer with the way he slurs and holds you tighter, growing slower yet harsher with his thrusts before holding your head down and bottom up, pushing as far as he could and releasing a hot spillage of his seed within your needy hole.

He stays there, refusing to pull as he lies you both down slowly. “Such a good job, mami… took me so well..” he coos softly, stroking back your hair and kissing away your tears.

It takes at least fifteen to twenty minutes before he slips loose, picking up your exhausted body and heading for the washroom. He sets you down in the tub, starting up a warm bath and washing you.

“Gonna have such a healthy cluster.. make a big nest…” he rambles on and on, kissing your forehead as he dries you off and carries you back to your shared bedroom.

Rather than dress you in your own clothes, he has you wear his, and even then it’s some boxers and a large oversized sweatshirt. Refusing to let you sleep in the bed, instead guiding you to what seems to be a large hammock like web. Something he must have made while waiting for your return.

He sets you down in the sticky, yet surprisingly comfortable, web, seemingly waiting for your opinion. “Such a nice web, Miggy…” you hoarsely coo, rubbing his cheek as he purrs contently.

“You should sleep.. I’ll watch over you.” He huffs, crawling up to sit by your head, holding you close as you drift asleep.

Besides, if he was going to keep up his mating all week, he should act as a responsible and protective mate to prove he was a good father. After all, you’d be carrying his spiderlings.

#miguel o’hara x male reader #miguel ohara x male reader #miguel o'hara x male reader #spiderverse x male reader #miguel o’hara #miguel ohara #astv

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

miguel imagines - I can't stop myself from writing him

593 words

he doesn't cook often, but if and when he finally does, he loves to do it with you. he's not an awful cook but not amazing. he just doesn't have much time, patience, energy, or desire to perfect the skill. nor the temperament. but with you, all that goes out the window

you'd both make a date out of cooking together. spend the evening in the kitchen cooking slowly and maybe doing so over a few glasses of wine. there'd be latin music playing from a distant room and it would create a really homely, calm ambience

he'd teach you how to make a recipe he learned, guiding you as if you were his sous-chef. you'd slice and chop the ingredients while he stirred the pan on the heat/ did other bits to prep. he wouldn't want you too far from him, so you and the cutting board would be on the next available counter space

he'd be very touchy-feely, it would all just be so domestic and comforting, something so contrary to his work life. he'd crack a couple jokes here and there, and would softly hum along to the music (he wouldn't do that with anyone but you) every few minutes, he'd kiss your cheek, forehead, nose, shoulder, arm or hand, anything just to feel you

he'd notice you sniffle and the way your eyes would tear as you cut the onions, chuckling as he made his way over to you. "Cariño... sore eyes, hm?" he'd stand closely behind, wrapping his arms around your front, resting his hand on yours and around the knife with the other holding the produce to keep it steady. you'd close your eyes to stop the burning sensation, and miguel would guide your movements, cutting the onions for you, kissing your temple and shoulder in between. "good job," he'd say, kissing your cheek 

after dumping everything in the pan, he'd stand in front of you, mere inches apart, blotting your eyes with a paper towel, one hand would be around the back of your neck, holding as the other patted under your eyes, gently drying them. "better?" he'd chuckle, watching you nod. "Bueno,"

once everything was done he'd plate up while you'd set the table. it would all be pretty and cosy, there'd be candles, and the music would be a little quieter so you could hear one another. a very intimate, quaint atmosphere

he'd sit at the head of the table with you to his left, sitting very close to each other. there would also be some cheeky jokes exchanged due to the wine. he'd call you many spanish terms of endearment, would be so charismatic and charming. you'd both talk freely, without any judgement. maybe you'd gossip about some people at work or complain about your car, and he'd share stories about stupid things the other spiders had said recently

after you finished eating, you'd sit there for a little while, letting the food go down as you continued talking. eventually, you'd both get up, he'd wash up the dishes (saying that it was his job) and you'd clear the table, helping by scraping plates and pans, and cleaning surfaces. you'd finish much earlier than him, so you'd sit on the countertop next to him, sharing more stories and jokes

once everything was away in the kitchen, he'd stand between your legs, kissing you tenderly (possibly to stop you from talking, but you wouldn't mind) his eyes would soften and he'd smile. offering to share a bath before bed, in which you gladly accept

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#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o’hara fluff

[joelmillers-whore]

heaven and back

summary: an object on your nightstand inspires frankie to experiment in the bedroom and you’re all for it. 

word count: 1.7K 

series or one-shot

warnings: 18+ explicit, minors DNI, frankie x female!reader, no mention of y/n, smut, waxplay, bondage, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, brief degradation kink, frankie calls you a slut for like a second, breeding kink kinda?, established relationship, i don’t think i’m missing anything but let me know if i did. 

a/n: i really do apologize for not posting more, i’ve been in a bad writing slump lately and the creativity is just not coming to me. but, please enjoy this little frankie fic that may or may not be self-indulgent. as always, please reblog, comment, and like to support me.

Your heart was beating to an unsteady tempo, the rhythm jarring and scattered as the organ tried to keep up with what was happening to your body. Your back arched off the bed, feverishly chasing the feeling, wanting to get closer to it— to him. But you couldn’t. 

Your wrists were tied tightly to the bed posts, the rope Frankie used rubbing against the sensitive skin, igniting a want you felt so deeply that it rushed throughout your body, licking along each and every nerve ending until you were a throbbing, dripping, whining fucking mess. 

Frankie was kneeling above you, the light cascading in through the window from the street below bathing the room in a soft, feathered glow. The end notes of golden hour drifted by without anyone noticing, bright orange diffusing into crystallized moonlight. 

There was a slight breeze coming in from the open window, making your already stiffened nipples harder, almost to the point of pain. Goosebumps erupted along your breasts, your clavicle, your collarbone. 

The pebbled skin decorated your body, the lightest of touches setting your dampened flesh ablaze. Frankie’s fingers explored everywhere the goosebumps were, groaning low when he reached your stomach, just above your belly button. 

His trimmed fingernails scraped against you lightly, making you flinch, your stomach clenching from anticipation. 

“It’s okay, preciosa, I’m going to take good care of you”, he said. 

Your heart stopped, and changed its course, fluttering at his sweet words. You looked up at Frankie, through your lashes, watching as his gaze was already fixated on you, taking you in, naked and salacious and wanting for him. 

His features were lightened by the moonlight, his face seeming younger somehow, the sheer luminescence caressing every smile line and crinkle near his eyes tenderly. 

Your eyes floated down to his broad chest, his sturdy stomach, his tree trunk thighs, and finally, his stiff cock, red and angry, with pre-cum dribbling from the tip. 

“Frankie...”, you moaned, wiggling your hips needily. 

The dulcet smell of lavender took you by surprise, you turned your head, eyes snagging on the candle you had lit before this had all started. Frankie reached over you, plucking it from the nightstand, inspecting it. His eyes snapped to yours, an eyebrow raising in question. 

“Have an idea”, Frankie said, his hand cupping the glass, rolling his wrist, letting the wax melt and congeal around the rim. “Do you trust me?”. 

You nodded, squirming against the restraints, your wrists growing slack after a minute of fighting them seemed all but pointless. 

“Y-yes”, you nearly shouted, arousal leaking down your thighs, gushing out of you. Frankie’s cock twitched with need. 

He chuckled and your insides did a kickflip. It was filled with equal parts amusement and hunger. 

“Just relax...”, he said, his voice taking on a hurried edge, clipped, like he was trying to hold himself together. 

Grabbing your hip with one hand, and tilting the candle with the other, Frankie slowly started drizzling the hot liquid onto your skin. You watched him eagerly, wincing when the melted wax touched your skin, but whimpering a second later when the pain was overridden with pleasure. 

“Ooooh”, you exclaimed, head thrashing back into the pillow, teeth sinking into your arm. 

“Don’t...”, Frankie growled, getting your attention immediately. “I want to hear all your sounds, preciosa. Every. Single. One”. 

More wax dripped onto your stomach, hardening immediately when it hit your skin, moans tumbling from your lips over and over again until you felt your stomach beginning to cramp up, your thighs shaking from the position you had been in. 

“Frankie...”, you mewled, writhing against your restraints. “I want- I need to feel you”. 

You bucked into his hand involuntarily, trying to get him to touch you. He only pushed your hip deeper into the bed, pining you down, all of his strength behind it. 

“I don’t think so, baby...”, Frankie laughed, dripping a path of wax between your breasts, his lips inches from connecting with your skin, the gentle puff of air heightening every sensation and touch, searing into you like a brand. Marking you as his. 

Placing the candle back on the nightstand, both of Frankie’s hands gripped your hips, steadying you while he slotted himself between your legs. His length rubbed up against your cunt accidentally, the feeling making your head spin. 

 “Fuck, Frankie”, you whined, your walls clenching around nothing. Another gush of your own arousal leaking from you. At this rate, you’d cum from that one touch alone if he didn’t hurry up and fuck you. 

Teasing you, Frankie did it again, dragging out the action, torturing you. His hand was wrapped around his length, the muscles in his arm bulging, swelling as he pumped himself. His tip grazed your clit, making a moan bubble deep from your chest. 

Your eyes were locked onto where his cock was spreading your lips, pre-cum mixing with your own fluids. 

“Do you need this cock? Hm? Does my baby want to be stuffed full?”. 

You nodded, a choked groan leaving you, “I need it, Frankie...”. 

Frankie stopped moving, your eyes finding his, “And what do we say?”. 

You bit your lip, the teasing driving you wild, your thighs spasming, “Please”. 

You were begging at this point, keening for Frankie to stuff you full, to pump his seed so deep into you that it painted your walls white. You wanted to be leaking him for hours. 

Taking his time, Frankie began to push into you, rocking his hips, the bones flush with yours as you took every inch of him, nearly bruising your wrists as you jerked against your binds. 

You wrapped your legs around Frankie, your heels digging into his lower back, desperately pulling him closer to you the only way you could. Your lips quivered as you sucked in a sharp breath, the air being punched out of your lungs when Frankie thrust all the way into you, not missing a beat. 

Sweat crested his brow, eyes dancing with lust, heavy-lidded— drunk with his desire for you. Frankie’s wide palms were splayed across your thighs, kneading the flesh, an attempt to stabilize himself as he lost control inside of you. 

You wished that you could feel Frankie underneath your fingers, wished you could feel how his muscles tensed each time you raked your nails against his back, leaving red and raised streaks along his flesh— marks you happily kissed away after the fact. 

When you were both coming down, heaving breaths expelling from your lungs, eyes twinkling with satisfaction, Frankie would pull you closer to him, practically moulding you to his body so that you were a second skin. 

He would get lost in comforting you, asking you if you were okay from whatever the two of you had done. Whether it was rough or sweet, he would ask you the same thing each and every time. 

But right now, there was no room for soothing words, not when Frankie was bending you to his will, rutting into you so fast and sharply that your eyes were beginning to water, your vision blurring at the edges as you focused on him, a watery image atop of you. 

“Fuck...”, Frankie groaned, head low, his messy brown curls sticking to his forehead, a stray strand falling into his eyes, “You’re squeezing me so tight, baby”. 

His pace didn’t let up and you didn’t want it to, your walls pulsating on instinct, making Frankie moan loudly into your ear, your stomach clenching, that familiar intense vibration radiating from the base of your spine and climbing higher. 

You rapidly blinked away the tears in your eyes, concentrating, focusing only on Frankie. He grabbed the back of your knees, hiking them higher, almost folding you in two, his angle hitting deeper than you were expecting, his cock brushing your cervix. You threw your head back. 

“That’s it...”, he mumbled, panting, his hot breath fanning over your neck, “Take it all, like the good little slut you are”. 

You let out a high-pitched whine, his words finally wearing you down, that tightly wound coil inside of you finally snapping. Your orgasm ripped through you, wetness seeping onto the sheets below. 

You were in a state of total bliss, your eyes literally rolling back as Frankie continued to thrust into you, your body humming and twitching. His grip on your legs was bruising, not easing until he was through with you. 

Your chest was slick with sweat, heaving as you tried to even out your breathing. You thought you’d heard him speak, muttering something incoherent. 

You gulped down a breath while Frankie’s rhythm changed, taking on a hurried note, like he couldn’t control his movements any longer, couldn’t control how much he wanted to come inside of you. 

“What?”, you whispered, pretty sure he had said something to you. 

“I’m going to fill you up, going to have you leaking me for days...”, Frankie groaned, his body vibrating. 

“Do it, Frankie”, you huffed, “Come inside of me”. 

It didn’t take much more than that before Frankie stilled inside of you, his whole body spasming as he came deep inside of you. He collapsed on top of you, heaving breaths hitting the shell of your ear, the air ghosting over you gently. 

“Fuck”, you panted, wheezing periodically, trying to even out your breaths. You moaned as you felt his release running a path down your ass. 

“I was going to say that”, Frankie joked, his voice coming out raspier than usual. 

You felt a light kiss on your shoulder, Frankie’s lips decorating your smooth skin. Your lids felt heavy as he continued tracing your neck, cheeks, and arms, making his way up your body. 

He carefully untied the ropes that had been restraining you the whole time, taking your right wrist in his hand, planting a soft kiss on it, and then repeating the same action on the left. 

“Are you okay, preciosa?”, Frankie asked, his eyes finding yours immediately, as he continued to rub at your delicate and nearly raw wrist, a desperate note to his tone. 

You nodded and Frankie pulled your body into him. You curled up against his chest, absorbing the warmth that was radiating from him. 

“I’m perfect”. Frankie grunted approvingly, stroking your head lovingly, and placed a kiss along your hairline. 

“Good...”, his hand that was in your hair snaked lower and lower and before you could take in another breath, Frankie manhandled you so that you were laying on your stomach, ass up in the air. “Because I’m not done with you yet”. 

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[jobean12-blog]

Sunshine in the Dark

Pairing: Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Vampire!Reader

Word Count: 803

Summary: You share a recent dream with Bucky and he makes it come true.

Author's Note: This is another entry for @pupandkisasaesthetics aesthetics challenge! Thank you to the beauties @sgt-seabass and @rookthorne for hosting! HUGS and LOVE! 💕The picture I got is posted below. I know it's a bright a colorful picture but when I saw it this is where my brain went. I also love this pairing because it's not the usual love story. And you can interpret what he gives her at the break in the story any way you want- could just be cuddles, could be much more intimate...anything you like from him. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰 **Dream description is in italics**

Warnings: it's really soft and sweet with a tinge of sad but it's a happy ending!

PS: this is how I picture my soft werewolf!Bucky in human form. Just beautiful and beefy and that hair and the beard and YUM!

“Tell me what it is that has you smiling like that doll.”

You walk into his open arms, tucking yourself against his chest and resting your cheek to his bare skin.

“I had the most wonderful dream,” you sigh, your smile fading.

“A dream,” he muses. “Tell me about it.”

After you remain silent for some time he strokes your back, gently coaxing you with every brush of his fingers.

“The sky stretched for miles in a brilliant expanse of cerulean blue, devoid of clouds. And the sun…it was dazzling, blessing everything in it’s path with it’s radiant warmth. My skin was glowing as I soaked it in and a soft breeze caressed it just enough to keep me cool…”

Bucky looks down at you, grasping your chin between his long fingers as he tilts your face up to meet his eyes. His brow is drawn in as his thumb sweeps across the outline of your lips.

“And?” he whispers.

“And the sun’s golden rays danced across the water, turning it into a dazzling stretch of blue and green where each gentle ripple was transformed into a glimmering ribbon of light that sparkled and swayed.”

A single red tear rolls down your cheek.

His thumb catches it and he brushes it away, resting his forehead to yours.

“You miss it,” he states sadly.

“So much.”

He presses a soft kiss to your temple, then to your cheek, moving to the other side to do the same before capturing your lips.

“If I could bring this dream to life, I would,” he murmurs against your lips.

“I know,” you answer, ghosting your mouth along his jaw and nipping lightly with your fangs.

Your lips continue to his ear, pressing a kiss just below before you run your nose down his neck with an inhale and rest your head to his shoulder.

“What would you have me do?” he asks. “Anything to have you smiling again doll.”

You fingers graze his forearm, the corded muscles flexing under your touch, then teasingly glide them higher until you reach his collarbone.

When you look up into his eyes, blue like the water you dreamed of, his lips twitch with a smirk and you feel the shift begin, soft fur growing beneath your fingertips. 

“As you wish,” he says, his voice already more of a growl.

The wind rushes past you, your heart pounding with excitement and anticipation. The air is rich with the scent of damp soil and pine and the light of moon filters through the entwined branches above, casting flittering shadows across the ground.

Suddenly, the forest opens up into a small clearing bathed in moonlight. Bucky slows down to a graceful trot, his ears perky and alert. Your breath catches at the sight before you.

“Bucky,” you whisper, slipping from his body but still holding tightly to his dark fur with one hand.

He stills and nudges you forward with his cold nose, staring at the cave entrance. You nod and move toward it, cocking your head when you hear a familiar sound.

You move slowly, taking in every noise and smell with your heightened senses. Bucky’s claws scrape quietly along the rocky floor, echoing off the walls as he follows closely behind and when you reach your destination, you stop dead in your tracks.

The scene is a symphony of darkness and light that unfolds beneath the soft glow of flickering candles and the light of the moon. There in the shadows the pool reveals itself, it’s water shimmering under the illumination of the countless candles surrounding it and an opening in the cave’s ceiling that allows the moon’s glow to infiltrate and bathe it all in a silvery glow.

The light flashes and glitters on the water’s surface, a mirror of liquid moonlight, moving with graceful fluidity. Every ripple becomes a cascade of sparkling diamonds, capturing the moonlight and transforming it into a thousand fleeting stars and each time a soft breeze floats on the air the candlelight falters, casting intricate patterns along the walls of the cave.

You whisper his name again, your voice breaking with emotion.

Then you hear him start to shift behind you, his bones realigning and fur receding. When you turn to look at him his muscles are still rippling under his skin, adjusting to his human form.

He strides toward you, his long hair brushing his shoulders as he bends to scoop you into his arms.

Your lips tremble as they brush his softly. “Thank you.”

He smiles against your lips and walks into the water, cradling you against his chest until you’re submerged up to your chin.

“You’ve given me everything,” you whisper, unwrapping yourself from his arms and spreading yourself out to float above the surface of the water.

“You are everything,” he murmurs.

@book-dragon-13 @hiddles-rose @randomfandompenguin @sebstanwhore @kmc1989 @littleseasiren @buckysdollforlife @late-to-the-party-81 @blackwidownat2814

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[mama-ino]

Secrets

It'd be the same routine for at least a week now. She'd do her routine. Bathe, moisturize, and spritz a light mist. Of course, Inuyasha was not fond of it. He'd fuss at her that she didn't need the extra 'stink.'

But she saw his eyes. How, after her routine, his eyes would linger.

Ever curious, she'd attempt to narrow down his fascination. She knew she couldn't just waltz up to the stoic man and straight out ask.

No, she knew she'd have to be smart about this.

She changed up her routine. New soap? Nope. Shampoo, maybe? Nah. Maybe a new lotion? Maybe unscented options? New body spray? Nothing.

The only constant that drew his attention was the oil she used. She didn't use much, but it had become her favorite.

But it was only when on her. She'd put some on Sango's hand, but again he didn't seem to notice.

However, she began to indulge in the attention.

He'd stand nearer or even at times engage in conversation with her.

It was nice to have a man's attention. His eyes on her made her feel all kinds of nice.

She blushed at the thought. Jeez, she sounded so creepy right now. He'd stepped away, but Rin and Jaken were still in camp. So he couldn't have been far.

She'd excused herself, telling Sango she needed to refresh herself.

It was warm, and she was a little sweaty. So, some distance, she finally set down her bag and reapplied deodorant. However, in her sanitary bag, she saw the oil.

"Just a little bit," she murmured, "With all this heat, I don't want to stink.

Putting some in her palm, she balanced the small bottle, finally sealing it. She sighed as she rubbed the oil across her collar bone and neck. The oil made it easy to work on the sore muscles of her shoulders.

Startled, she jumped back into a strong torso, seeing a clawed hand round her. "Do not shout," his deep rumble had her freeze. The hand that had startled her, softly layed at the top of jeans on her hip. The other slowly creeping down her arm, to take hold of her hand.

This set her insides into a weird twist. Her eyes peeked behind her, seeing his bare chest. Her face snapped away, embarrassed. He must have left the group for a moment to try and cool down.

The warmth of his breath caressed up her neck, "You continue to hide-"

She sighed, "I'm just trying to freshen up Sesshomaru-"

A growl cut her sentence short as he snatched her against him, "Woman, I know your secrets."

He'd startled a stillness over her. "Secrets," she asked, almost afraid but also extremely riled from the coarseness of his tone. His nose and lips continued to breathe her in, not at all bothered by making contact. Her thighs squeezed together, feeling all her hormones flood her, "I'm not hiding anything -"

His lips opened as he spoke against her throat, "Liar."

His lean muscles wound around her tightly, "Sesshomaru."

"You've been tempting this one for days," he growled against her skin. "You purposefully lure me to you."

She took in a sharp breath, he'd known?! He knew she had been putting on the oil he favored? Her face reddened further. He knew she'd become fond of him. He knew she had feelings for him.

His fingers left her hip, crawling up her breast to gently caress her neck. With deadly claws ever so softly scraping against her heated skin, he breathed out against her ear, "I know your secrets, Kagome."

Okay, yes. I'm late... again. But in my defense, my body hates me.

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[angellurgy]

CORPODOG

(repost from my ao3, where you are kidnapped by a security officer for a large corporation, and surgically/mechanically turned into her dog. a bit of gore, and abuse)

a bright red light blinks overhead, bathing my concrete cell in a deep crimson glow and searing through my eyelids that i kept desperately shut. it’d been this way for weeks, a constant switching between pitch black and the scorching brightness battering at my tired mind. it was incessant. it took me forever to stop begging for it to be changed. i would've taken constant darkness over the terrible flickering, but my pleas were never answered and the light stayed. i slumped in the little wooden cot my captor blessed me with, it was so small i had to curl into a fetal position to sleep but it was infinitely better than the freezing cold floor. i had to sleep there the first week. every time i woke my skin would be covered in dark marks and i'd shiver like a motherfucker. the things i had to do to earn this cot... i pray i never have to recount them.

my disassociation is broken by the sound of hard banging from the outside of my cell, the telltale sign of my captor’s return. footsteps trail through the rest of the house above me almost mockingly loud, reaching the thick metal door that holds me. a lock unlatches, followed by another, and another, and another, and the door finally swings open with an echoing thud. her towering figure looms over my huddling body from the doorway, a dark silhouette so domineering i can't help but quake in fear. she moves forward in one snap movement, wrapping my wrist tightly in her hand and tugging me up out of bed. i fall to my knees, painfully scraping against the grating concrete as she pulls me closer.

her hand grips my chin and i cower instinctually, snarling like a dog at this disgusting slight. i wouldn't submit, no matter what she tried, even if these sycacorp fucks were known for their brutality and creativity. there's been a lot of testimonials from 'reformed' anti-corpo rebels posted nearly everywhere online. thankfully, i'd dug into their systems and found what they did to those poor people, and have braced myself for every act they may do to me.

a glob of spit strikes my face while i am incapable of moving it, and she attempts to push me down onto all fours. although i may not be happy, i know fighting won't change a thing, i can see the various syringes of anaesthetics and other drugs hanging from her belt purposefully being shown off. i get onto all fours with enraged obedience, and she pulls me through the doors and up the stairs. it's the first time i've been out in… a week, i think? time truly means nothing when you're stuck in captivity, i’ve found. no lights, no windows, no clocks, it's all one moment of inescapable blank space.

i follow her guiding hand through the dark narrow halls of what i assume to be her house, passing room after room until we finally stop in front of a large white metal door, like that you'd see at a hospital. she turns back and smiles at me wordlessly before opening the door slowly, revealing to me a large steel operating table, and innumerous trays filled with various tools and sharp objects. i can already assume somewhat of what she may do, so without a second’s thought, i bolt. my brain yells at me reminding me of all the training i had done, you know running only makes it worse for their captives, stop. what the fuck are you doing? but my physical instincts override everything else. i'm actually gonna make it, i can see the door i was first dragged through, just a few more steps, just a few more and- she grabs the scruff of my neck out of nowhere, pulling me back to a stop in one tug. her strength is terrifying, and i can practically hear the grin on her face. i kick wildly and scream my lungs out as she drags me back, yelling for help as loud as i can but we both know there will be no response.

somewhere in the scuffle i manage to land a punch right into her crotch, and for a terrifying second, she stops. she's just reeling in pain, surely that must've hurt her, right? then a sharp pain hits my neck, and in less than a second my limbs are slumped, and no matter how hard i try to move them i can't make them budge an inch. she scoffs with a chuckle and throws me onto the operating table, and in the deepest voice i've ever heard she breaks the silence. "should've been good, roach" she pulls two leather straps from the bottom of the table up and wraps them over my stomach, "and to think i was even going to let you sleep through this. oh well." she reaches down away from sight, and when she comes up in her hand is a large circular saw, like one you'd use to cut through wood. she grins at me with sadistic glee and with the flick of a switch the saw is moving. i have no clue what she's gonna do to me, and that's the most terrifying thing of all. there were never any victims on operating tables in the files.. no surgeries, no saws, nothing like that! "i suppose you're wondering why this treatment huh? did you seriously think we'd just leave out evidence like that? god you poors are pathetic." she scoffs. "we had your location the minute you plugged in that usb. every second you dug through our files, every little 'firewall' you thought you broke through, was letting us find out more and more of your worthless little life. it's okay though, i'm gonna give you a life worth living, much better than the lives you roaches choose to live.

while i'm focused on her moving lips, the saw breaks through the flesh of my shoulder in my peripherals. whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck, my brain is on overdrive, it cant make sense of anything it sees. why can't i feel this? oh god was that a chunk of bone- fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. little bits of my flesh fly everywhere. i hear my bones snapping, blood pouring and pooling on the table around me, tainting my skin in my own fluids. suddenly the saw pulls away, and i am once again entirely confused. until i see her holding my right arm in her own, and she waves it at me like this is some cruel joke. i want to spit on her, i want to kill her, i want to fucking rip her heart out with my teeth. i growl at her, and it's like she can read my mind. she stares into my very soul and for the first time, for some reason, gives me a tiny, approving nod. while i'm staring into her eyes with fiery hatred, i don't even notice she's started on my other arm, until it's already detached, sliding off the table with a disgusting slap.

she picks up my lost limb, and chucks it into a bucket labelled 'disposal' like she's playing basketball. god she's disgusting, what a fucking wretch. i want nothing more than to end this glorious- fuck, i mean horrible- woman's life right here. i thrash my body with all my strength, my arms should be flailing, but they're not there. my legs should be kicking, but they're- they just won't. they won't even tremble, they only lay there traitorously like they're offering themselves, and i fucking hate them for it. she sighs, like this is some tedious ordeal for her, and brings her saw into the spot where my leg begins. i can finally get a good view, and now i really wish i couldn't. she pushes it back and forth, helping its teeth dig through my flesh. blood spurts out from me like a broken faucet, flesh and bone chips spraying about. it looks like i'm being tossed in a woodchipper with how much gore is escaping my body. i hear my bone crack in two, and she slowly pulls it away, lifting it up and forcing me to stare directly at my detached leg and into my own snapped bone.

she's broken me, she has to have. i can't take it, i try to beg over and over but my mouth won't move, i try to scream and cry and plead but nothing comes out except silent tears endlessly streaming down my face. she shushes me. she has to know i'm spent now, as she moves through the next leg quickly, letting the saw do its work digging into the cavities of my limb and slicing it off in a cut so cleanly straight it's surreal. i gasp, at least in my head, as my mouth will not produce the noises i know i am making. is it over? is this all she wanted? to leave me limbless? helpless? she tssks, again as if she can predict my every thought. i am demoralised, i failed. i failed all the victims before me, i failed everyone doing the same work as me, and most pathetically, i failed myself.

i hear loud clicking by my side, along with various metallic clunking and whirring as she rummages around for god knows what. her hand presses down on my chest for support. god, that hand... it's been so long since i felt human touch, the warmth... i want more. please, i silently beg, give me more. i can't take this. every part of me is screaming at myself, but i can't help but cherish this sweet, sweet warmth emanating from her. i'm broken from my entranced stupor by the sound of flesh squelching and robotic beeping, and i see her shoving something into the slot where my arm used to be. it's a robotic limb, a sycacorp classic. the thing that really got them going, honestly. i'm struck with memories of when they first came out. i was still a child then, it was supposed to be a miracle, an ingenious revolution in prosthetics. the cybernetics linked perfectly with every system in your body and worked perfectly like a human limb, it didn't even need to be removed. it couldn't be removed, even. and for a while it *was* a miracle, but 10 years later when they'd gotten sufficient political power, the shit behind the miracle was revealed. the corp had a direct link into every single limb ever implanted in a human body. they could override its functions with the flick of a switch, and you would have no control over your own parts. most struck up terribly shit contracts working for syca in return for usage back, but some fought back, and for those, it just so happened that most of theirs 'malfunctioned', leaving them either dead or too severely injured to live a normal life ever again.

there’s something shamefully comforting about this attachment of a limb, like i’m... being repaired, like my shell is finally being fixed. yet i’ll still try to hate her no matter what, even through the haze of my broken will. she moves onto the next arm, clicking it in comfortably with a snap and the beeps of sensors coming online. the limbs are a sleek black metal, like if latex was a tough, nearly unbreaking material. all i can think of is how badly i wanted one of these as a kid, before i realized how fucked this whole thing really is. the metal was so 'badass', like one of those cyborgs from old sci-fi movies. just to see, i try to move the new limbs, and in response they scream at me with a terrible sound, piercing my ears like a dog whistle. my captor turns to me holding a large, muscular leg in her arms, the animalistic variant. i remember those flying off the shelves even for non-amputees when they first came out. i still wonder why that is. "don't worry about trying to move. you haven't been signed up as an admin for these, only a sycacorp official can program em' now" noticing the paws on the leg she drags over to me, i frantically look at my dangling arms. and there it is. the arms are the animalistic variant too, is she trying to make me some kind of fucked up art piece? i've seen videos and i know these things have no practical purposes, you can't even manipulate objects when you have them attached. she smiles at my obvious panic shining through my eyes, before sliding both legs into place. a shock runs up my body, a tingling forcing my limp body to convulse shortly as the connected limbs all interface with each other, and connect into my spine with a loud ding. "interfacing [successful]. welcome- {Mutt}!" a choppy, detached robotic lady’s voice sounds out, coming from somewhere deep inside me. oh fuck.

my new limbs spring into action, sending me flying off the operating table with enough strength to snap the straps keeping me down right off, and landing on the floor on all fours. my handler- captor, reaches down and examines my limbs, appearing happy with their placement. from her pocket she pulls out a little gun-shaped thing, and presses it into my neck, firing a sharp jolt of electricity through my veins and through every inch of my remaining flesh. i growl at her and- huh. why *am* i growling at her? my body feels woozy, like i'm disassociating yet still fully present. i look and she's staring down at me expectantly, i've never seen her from this angle before, she's so... tall. i feel shorter now, even with my canine attachments. she looks so wonderful, i wish i could die for her. what? why did i say that, i- suddenly i am rocked by the memories of the feeling of her hand on my chest, of the warmth that enveloped my entire body, the fuzziness that corrupted my mind. without even thinking i reach my head closer to her leg, and she drops her hand into my fur- i am in utter heaven.

"hey mutt, you're gonna be good for me now right?" she barks. i don't know how else to respond. yes. yes. a million times yes. i will kill and die for you and act out your every wish. i nod profusely, not even attempting to speak. "oh you sweet pathetic thing, i fixed your speech with that chip, try it out." my vocal cords strain, but i manage what should be a "yes", what comes out however, is "bark!" i want to cry. i am so overwhelmed with every emotion i can possibly imagine. my limbs move me closer, finally an action i wanted. she reaches under my chin just like before, and stares deep into my swollen watery eyes. she leans back, and i prepare for spit to strike my face, but it never does.

she pulls a cigarette from her pocket and lights up, taking a long drag and blowing the smoke into my face. "none of my coworkers thought i'd be able to turn a lowlife roach into one of our own." she mutters, "but look at this. now i have a perfect little guard dog to join me" she finishes her cigarette and throws it on the ground, grinding it down with her boot. "lets go mutt, we have other scum to catch"

#puppy writing #told yall i would #i didnt reread it but i trust it #i remember loving this one #robot fucker

[babybluebex]

𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 | 𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: an exhausted joseph in new orleans only wants one thing from you. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: joseph quinn x fem!reader (rpf) (don't like, don't read) 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: rpf (real person fiction), smut MINORS DNI, p in v sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1k 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i was just so struck by the sight of joe in this blue shirt and bootcut jeans and loafers that i HAD to write something soft based on it. maybe later there'll be something less soft about it 😈

“You looked good today,” you whispered as Joseph hugged you tight, pulling you out of bed and ruffling up your hair. New Orleans had been treating you well, exploring the French Quarter all day while Joe was working, and you had gotten into bed early to wait for him to come back to the hotel. He had slipped out of the room while you were still asleep that morning and you hadn’t seen him at all, and you were left to discover his outfit from Twitter. 

And, God, he looked good. That blue striped shirt, unbuttoned two buttons down, just enough to show his two silver chains and a tease of chest hair; dark, flared jeans that hugged his legs and ass just right; and dark Valentino loafers. The shoes were maybe questionable with the jean option, but you knew how excited Joe was when he bought them, so you weren’t surprised that he had worn them. Somewhere during the evening, his brown leather jacket was added to the ensemble, and, while it kinda clashed, it worked for him. 

“Thank you, darling,” Joe said softly. He hadn’t bothered to turn on a light as he had come into the room, and the bed was bathed in the light of the window, the convention center in view from your room. “Had a long day.” 

“I can imagine,” you told him. “One more day of con, baby, then you’re home free.”

“No, no, I love it,” Joseph told you. “I love meeting everyone. I just need to sleep.” He chuckled lightly, smoothing his hand up and down your back, letting his nails lightly trace your muscles through your shirt. 

“Come on, then,” you told him, your hands going to the leather jacket. You pushed it off of his shoulders, shaking it slightly as you pulled it from his arms, and you kissed his shoulder as you folded it in half and set it at the foot of the bed. He smelled good, his regular mint and cigarettes, but also a little like the stale air of the convention center, but you didn’t mind it. A shower would set him right, but you knew that your sweet boy was too tired for that. He was slumping into your arms as you started at his jeans, popping the side-wound button and going for the zipper, but you stopped when you felt his hardness brush your hand. Oh. 

“You okay, baby?” you asked, and Joe groaned softly into your neck, tilting his head to press a kiss to your thin skin. 

“You just looked so pretty laying there,” he told you, his voice raspy from speaking all day. He always lost his voice after cons, but a cuppa always fixed him up after a few days. “I missed you so much.” 

“Oh, Joey,” you cooed. “Well, come here, what do you want me to do?” 

“M’too tired to do much,” Joe confessed, his hand landing on your hips. “Maybe you just keep me warm ‘til I fall asleep?” 

“Sure thing, baby,” you told him, and you went back to your job of undoing his pants. He shuffled out of his shoes and helped you push down his jeans and underwear, and his cock bobbed up to his belly once it was free. You sighed softly, and tugged him by the lapels of his shirt into a kiss, slow and lazy, just the way he needed it. He kissed you back with a hand coming to rest on your cheek, and he moaned softly when your hand wrapped around his dick, slowly stroking him to become fully hard. 

“Fuck,” he whispered, his teeth scraping your lips, and you dropped his cock in favor of leaning to lay on your back. You tugged down your panties and let them join the pile of clothes on the carpet, and Joe filled your arms instantly, laying on top of you with his full weight. Joey was your own personal weighted blanket and you adored him for it, but the plastic buttons on his shirt were pressing hard into your chest, almost painful. 

“Sit up,” you whispered, and Joe groaned for a moment before he did as he was told. You quickly unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it open wide so that you could splay your hands across his hairy chest, and your hands smoothed down to his back underneath the shirt. His skin was warm and soft, little freckles dotting his paleness, and he came back to you, laying down again. His cock found your cunt in an instant, and you wrapped your legs around his middle to open yourself up enough for him to easily slip inside. 

He moaned as he filled you, a quiet sound of appreciation for you and your cunt, and you smiled and kissed his cheek. “S’that better?” you asked, and he nodded, settling his forehead against yours. 

“I love you,” he whispered, his minty breath fanning across your face. He had gum in his mouth, and you laughed. 

“Spit that out,” you told him, reaching over to the bedside table and grabbing a tissue for him. 

“No,” Joey whined. “It’s my nicotine gum.”

“Baby,” you sighed. “You can’t sleep with gum in your mouth.” 

“Then I guess I’ll stay up,” Joseph said. “Keep on my gum and maybe fuck you right.” 

“You’re too sleepy,” you told him, watching his eyes stick as he blinked. “You’ll get more gum tomorrow, you gotta go to bed.” 

“Oh, alright,” Joe mumbled, and he spit out his gum into the tissue. His hips moved gently as he stretched to put the tissue on the table, and you gasped as his cock nestled inside you perfectly, hitting that spot that made your legs shake. “Oh, yeah? You sure you don’t want me to fuck you?” 

“Go to sleep, silly,” you told him, your arms wrapping around him once more. You kissed his cheek as he cuddled back into your warmth, and you whispered, “Good night, Joey. Have sweet dreams.”

“With you, I don’t need sweet dreams,” Joe said. “You’re the best dream I’ve got.”  

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn rpf #joe quinn x reader #joe quinn #joe quinn rpf #*my writing

[intern-seraph]

give me your fire (Day 3/3)

"I’m glad you’re feeling better. Should we get out of the tub?” “Mmh.” One electric green eye drifts open to glare at you. “Not yet. I want to hold you.”

this is my legacy. dragonfucking. read the previous parts for context bc this is a multiparter!!!!

(Originally posted on Ao3)

Day 1

Day 2

cws: bath sex, double vaginal penetration, softness, fem!reader

You sit on the countertop, swinging your legs idly as Malleus runs the bath. Typically, he'd told you, one of his retainers would prepare it for him. But the thought of someone else seeing you in this state was upsetting enough for him to bar his retinue from his quarters until his heat passes. Steam steadily fills the room, tinted green and smelling faintly of mint. The water stops, and you glance over at Malleus. He meets your eyes, smiles, and strides over to scoop you up. His grand, luxurious bathtub is large enough to comfortably fit both of you and then some, but he chooses to sit you in his lap as he lounges against the side. You hadn’t realized just how stiff your muscles had gotten until you hit the hot water and feel the tension ooze out. As you go lax, he supports you against his chest.

“Still tired?”

“Only a little.” Your last word leaves as a sigh. He chuckles, then starts washing you diligently. His tail curls over your thigh, scales scraping gently against your skin. The soap he uses is unscented, but whatever is in the water leaves you with a hint of mint. When he rinses it away, he follows the water with his lips, kissing cool trails over your heated skin. Another sigh leaves you.

“You’re beautiful like this,” he mumbles. Both arms encircle your waist, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck. He lets one hand creep down your belly, and his long fingers dip between your labia. His touch is gentle and exploratory, leaving you sighing and grinding languidly into his touch. Behind you, he’s hard again. You’re not sure if it’s because of the season or if his stamina is always this insane. You’d like to find out one day. “One more round. One more, my love, can you do that?”

You take a moment to consider this. Then, slowly, you nod. He coos into your skin, tongue flicking out to taste you. You lift your hips as he shifts, reaching down to spread yourself before you lower onto him. Both of you hiss as you sink down. His claws dig into your thighs, fingers flexing and unflexing. “Mm, can we go slowly?”

“Whatever you desire.” Malleus presses a lingering kiss behind your ear. He lifts a hand to cradle your jaw and turn you to face him so he can kiss you on the lips. As he rolls his hips tenderly against you, you melt. You reach up to grip his horn and anchor yourself in place while he licks into your mouth. Your free hand rests on his tail, rubbing little circles into the scales. Meanwhile, he busies himself with stroking your clit in time with his languid thrusts. For a moment he breaks from your lips to press open-mouthed kisses to the span of your shoulders. He tongues over the imprints of his fangs, creates new ones in his wake.

Your orgasm comes quietly. A tiny whine leaves you as you tense and come, but your overall exhaustion keeps the flood of sensations brief. Malleus follows close behind, his cocks pulsing. His head falls to the crook of your neck, and you reach one tired hand up to stroke his damp hair. Little puffs of breath fan out over your skin, the ghostly brush of his lashes making you shiver with every blink.

“Do you think it’s over?” you ask after some time.

Rather than answer, he shuffles just enough for his soft cocks to slide out of your cunt. His heartbeat has steadied, and his breath evens out, as well. A soft rumble builds in his chest as he curls his body around yours. You laugh softly and tilt your head to kiss his temple. The tail draped over your leg twitches at the affection, and you give it a little scratch.

“I’ll take that as a yes. I’m glad you’re feeling better. Should we get out of the tub?”

“Mmh.” One electric green eye drifts open to glare at you. “Not yet. I want to hold you.”

“You can hold me in bed, where we can cuddle under the sheets.” You rise from the tub on shaky legs. He makes a displeased noise and wraps his arms around your thigh, pressing his scaly cheek against it. Sighing, you grab his horn and try to pry him off of you. “Come on, don’t be a child about this. We’re gonna get pruny.” He keeps glaring at you, the image of a petulant prince. It’s hard to imagine that this is the same man who spent the last 2 days fucking the living daylights out of you. After another minute of coaxing, he finally sighs with his whole body and clambers out of the tub with you.

Drying both yourself and your clingy dragon off is practically a sport; you have to keep ordering him to back off enough for the towel to actually hit everywhere it needs to. As soon as you’re both dry, he cuddles you close again and teleports you both back into bed. It’s so unnecessary that you burst out laughing. All the while, he rumbles deep in his chest and buries his face between your breasts. Again, his whole body curls around you, the diamond tip of his tail caressing your cheek. In his arms, you’re small and fragile but safe. You curl your fingers around his horns, holding him close, and shut your eyes.

—

Malleus’ hand is steady at the small of your back. He hesitates at the gate separating Ramshackle’s yard from the rest of campus. You look up at him, reaching over to give his other hand a reassuring squeeze. Frowning, he dips down to kiss your forehead.

“I don’t want you to go,” he murmurs. “Please.”

“I’d love to stay with you,” you say, squeezing his bicep, “but Ramshackle is my home, and I have someone to care for. You’re always welcome here, though. You know that, right?”

His face turns bright red. Then, he smiles, and he kisses you on the lips. “Yes. Of course. Come, let us get you home.” He walks you to the door, then leaves another lingering kiss. The softness in his gaze as he pulls back makes your chest hurt. “Thank you.”

“Of course. Don’t be a stranger, alright?”

Again, he smiles. He squeezes your hand, and before you can say another word, he vanishes in a cloud of fireflies. You smile to yourself and open the door. Immediately, you hear shouting and yowling. Grim comes bolting through the foyer on all fours, shouting your name and, “Henchman! Henchman! You’re back!”

You catch him just as he jumps at you, taking a step back and breathing out a little laugh. “Good to see you too, Grimmy. Have you been behaving?”

“Myah! I’ll have you know, I’m always on my best behavior! Hey, quit laughin’!”

Another flurry of footsteps comes rushing down the rickety stairs. Ace and Deuce nearly tackle you to the ground in a hug. You stumble, laughing, as they chatter.

“Where’ve you been? You know how freaky it was getting that text?”

“We were so worried! Don’t do that again!”

“Guys, guys, I’m fine, see?” You gesture to yourself, grateful that the button-up Malleus had lent you covers the lovebites on your neck. Grim bounds out of your arms to size you up with his paws on his little hips. You do a little spin. It seems to please him.

“Good! Can’t have my loyal henchman gettin’ sick!”

Another voice calls your name, and you turn to greet Jack as he bounds into the foyer. He smiles, tail wagging. “There you are! I was worried that you’d gotten into another situation.”

“Hey! I’m not that accident-prone!”

He rolls his eyes, clearly about to retort. Then his nose twitches. His cheeks flare a deep red, and he stares at you with wide, shocked eyes. “Let’s, uh, can we talk?”

“Huh? Uh, yeah. Ace, Deuce, Grim, gimme a sec.” You rush after Jack as he walks over to one of the empty side rooms. As soon as the door is shut, he’s very close, sniffing delicately. “Wh-whoa, what’s up?”

“I, uh,” he mumbles, hands braced on your arms, “I can smell it. What you’ve been doing for the past few days. It’s… pungent.”

Oh.

“Oh my god.”

“Y-yeah…” He draws back, scratching at the back of his neck. His ears droop. “I think the other beastmen in your classes will be able to tell. You might wanna get some really strong perfume to muddy the scent, unless you’re, uh, into that.”

“Oh my god.”

(It takes a week, it turns out, for your beastmen classmates to stop staring. Additionally, in every class you share, Sebek can’t look at you without his face blossoming in a bright flush. He can’t avoid you for long, because Malleus decides to start terrifying your friends by sitting with you at lunch at every opportunity.)

#twst x reader #twst malleus #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #malleyuu #twst fic #twst #twisted wonderland #smut #twst smut #nsft #seraph speaks #my writing

[klausysworld]

hello can you do a one-shot for yandere klaus mikaelson where he usually visits y/n in his wolf form

Wolf!Klaus

Pt 2 Pt3

The night Klaus had finally broken his curse, and he was running through the forest killing anything that moved, he came across a little house. Flowers grew outside of it, strawberry and blackberry plants almost fully grown.

There were birds bathing in the little fountain, some eating from the feeders and houses that were high up in the trees. He neared the water source cautiously, watching the house as he lapped at the cool water.

He could see the shape of a womens body, her. His ears perked as he heard her soft voice speaking to somebody on the phone, his head tilted as he listened to her laugh, a sound that sent shivers down his spine and had his ears falling back against his head.

He was glad he had ran ahead of Elijah, his brother would have laughed at the reaction he was having.

But that didn’t stop him from nearing her door, his large paw scraping at the wood as he sat and waited for it to open. To say she looked shocked would be an understatement, she didn’t move an inch as fear pooled in her eyes. He wasn’t able to enter her house, stupid vampire disadvantages.

He breathed her in as his head tilted the other way. Her mouth opened and close a few times as she glanced behind him and then back to his eyes. Her lips were lovely blush colour, he love how they moved as she tried to form words. After another minute or so she was taking small steps back, and yet she left the door open?

She disappeared for a moment before returning with a raw steak on a plate, he blinked at her blankly. He took a step back allowing her to put the plate outside the door and get back inside to safety before moving to eat it. His body lowering to lay before her as she slowly sat down cross legged watching him eagerly. He found her odd yet intriguing.

Halfway through his meal he felt her hand on his head, a low growl bubbled in his throat as he looked back at her. Eyes wide as her hand froze in place over his fur. Reluctantly he put his head down, allowing her to pet him. Her hands ran through his fur from his head down his neck and back, and he absolutely loved it.

Her nails lightly tickled his skin in a way that had him wanting to roll onto his back so she would rub his belly. Of course he did not out of the small amount of pride he still held onto in that moment.

He did however stand up making her panic but was pleasantly surprised when he moved to lay back down, head in her lap making her stroke him once more

“You’re absolutely gorgeous” she whispered looking him over, such soft fur for a wolf, almost as though it had been conditioned. He growled softly in return, almost like a purr to her words.

His tail began to beat at the floor, he immediately growled at his tail and urged it to stop but the way she giggled at him only made it wag harder much to his embarrassment.

As the day grew long she returned to her home and told him to go back to his fun.

But as he wondered back through the woods, and encountered other wild wolves and dangerous animals he began to worry that she would be harmed. He stayed watching her home the entire night. Eventually Elijah caught up with him and nearly had to drag him away from the house

“Niklaus you’re being ridiculous. What on earth are you waiting for?” He questioned annoyed that his brother was prolonging the deal he had made the previous night to reuniting him with their family.

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The next time he saw her was months later. He had almost forgotten about her after everything happened with the werewolf hunting and then his fathers death.

It was only when he found himself all riled up and in need of a run did he find his way to her house again. It was as though she called for his wolf. He ran directly to her home, no hesitation in any step as he raced against himself only to end up back at her door in the middle of the night.

He clawed at her door, whining for her to come see him. He grew frustrated when he listened to her sleep, her breathing still heavy as her body lay in her bed. He had not control over himself as his wolf let out a howl so loud that it shook every tree in Mystic Falls.

His tail immediately went again as he heard her footsteps approaching, the door cracking open as she looked through the gap to him. Her eyes desperately trying to adjust to the darkness and she took in the creature before her. Her brows knitting together in confused before recognition fell over her.

“What’re you doing here?” She whispered opening the door further giving him a better view of her. Her legs on full display for him as she stood in only her underwear and a shirt far too large for her. Was it a mans shirt? He didn’t like that thought, not one bit.

“Go home” she shooed, he sat before her patiently awaiting her to let him inside making her sigh

“Go, go on, back to your family” she ushered.

Instead he took a different response, his ears went flat to his head, his eyes becoming big, pupils dilating as he let out a soft whimper. He watched as her expression softened

“Are you cold?” She asked quietly glancing to the sky, clouds thick and grey making her feel worse for leaving him outside, he was rather sweet. He hadn’t given her a reason to be feared, no he let her pet him and wagged his tail for her. He was harmless.

“Okay…just tonight though” she muttered opening the door making him stand but wait for her to say those extra words

“Come on, come in already it’s freezing”

As soon as she said them he was inside, brushing himself up against her bare legs as she closed the door and began to walk up the stairs. He followed closely behind her, jumping onto her bed to which she was not keen on

“Absolutely not. No dogs on the bed, down” she pointed to the floor and he blinked at her

“Bad dog” she mumbled trying to push him ofd but he was far larger than any dog she may have encountered, more than half the size on her when it stood on all fours. She could only imagine how tall he would be if it stood on its hind legs. He growled in a warning at her, watching as she gave up and sat before him. He could see her anxiety building, the fear he would harm her in sleep.

In an attempt to comfort her thoughts he moved closer to her, pushing her to lay down and laying with his head on her stomach. Hesitantly she pet him again, slowly drifting off into sleep with him in her arms. 

He left in the morning, one last look at her peaceful face as she slept before returning to the chaos that was his life.

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Klaus found that she could be spotted around Mystic Falls far more often than he realised. She was always around at shops or just on walks. Sometimes in the grill with a friend or two. He wondered how she would react if she knew he was the wolf that lay with her at night. How she would act if he were to turn before her, from wolf to man, see her expression as she found a naked man in her bed when she awoke.

He had this thought often. Said thought was often followed by a made up scenario in his head of her kissing him, him showing her just how animalistic he could be. Though at the same time he found he wanted to make slow sweet love to her instead. Show her how gentle he would be for her.

Occasionally he wondered if she would ever let him touch her in his wolf form. He had never thought of anything like it before but imagining her sprawled out on her bed with his long tongue between her legs as her fingers clung to his fur stirred something inside of him.

He had gotten himself off far too many times to the thought of her body, to her face and how she would react to seeing him. She thought his wolf form was gorgeous then his human form would surely stun her.

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He found that he stayed at her house almost every night. It baffled him how she would allow a ‘wild animal’ to stay so close to her but he assumed she must feel safe being wrapped in something so dangerous.

Somebody who is cruel to everyone but her.

He paced her room impatiently as he waited for her to get out of the shower. God how he wanted to be in the room with her.

His claws stuck to the floor as he felt himself becoming frustrated, sexually and emotionally.

When she came back in with only a tiny towel around her he froze in place.

“Oh…what are you doing here? I didn’t let you in” she mumbled holding the towel to her tightly. Yep Klaus had taken to inviting himself in now.

“Go wait outside while i change” she told him nodding to the door but he wouldn’t budge. She didn’t feel comfortable changing infront of him, something about him was more than just an animal.

“Please Wolf, just for a minute” she pleaded and reluctantly he walked off. Waiting until she let him back in. She wore her flared jeans and a low cut top, of how he adored the v-neck tops she would wear.

He jumped up onto her bed, his tail circling her as his snout pressed to her neck, inhaling her cleaned scent. The smell of cherries and vanilla flooding his senses and he purred for her.

She stroked his fur cooing to him unaware of the way his eyes looked down at her cleavage, tongue licking his lips as he tried to subtly near her breasts. He decided to just go for it and shoved his snout between her boobs making her shriek and grab at his head. A laugh bubbled inside her as he hid his face under her top, his fur tickling her as she shoved at him

“Wolf!” She yelled pushing at him in the middle of a laughing fit. His tongue licking at her valley only tickled her further causing her legs to start kicking as she screeched. She managed to get him off her, still laughing as she lay on her back staring up at him while he stood over her with a tilted head.

He knew he shouldn’t have done what he did but thankfully she didn’t seem upset, she was still struggling to breath through her hysterical state. If he were in human form he would be chuckling too.

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It got to the point where he was stealing her things. Taking items from her wardrobe when he left in the mornings, occasionally he’d try sneak one of her teddy bears or other sentimental possessions.

He had a little collection at home for her, his room smelt of her and he loved it.

He often found he would have the panties he stole in his hand while he humped at his pillow which was cover with one of her tops, trying to replicate how he would mount her and make her his. This helped him relieve himself a lot, no longer getting overly riled up and nearly pouncing on her each time he saw her.

He still followed her in human form but it was so much easier to get close to her in his wolf form besides he could protect her much better aswell.

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