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buckyalpine · 7 months

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Alpha quarterback Bucky x Omega cheerleader reader

I need alpha Quarterback Bucky with a cute little cheer leader omega. I'm so feral today, sorry but also send help. Because he is an absolute fuck boy but your his favorite little rut toy.

“Alpha” you squeak as he takes your hand and presses it against his thick bulge, finding you in the locker rooms after a game.

“C’mere pretty mega” he practically purrs against your neck, catching you by surprise. He picks you up with ease, setting you onto the counter while his sinful hands start to kneed at your hips, pulling your tiny skirt up, tearing off your cotton panties. You whimper with need, the scent of your arousal nearly making him drool. He shamelessly pulls his cock out, pumping it, flicking his cock head against your swollen clit making you whine, smearing his arousal over your sensitive nub. “Gonna help your alpha, baby?”

It's a game you both play. After all, he wasn't really your alpha. He hadn't marked you. You weren't his. But that doesn't matter right now. Not when his leaky cock is begging for relief.

You nod, gasping when he pulls you off the counter, bending you over, his tip rubbing up and down before sliding in with one thrust, his head thrown back when he start to build up a steady pace, slamming your hips to meet his.

"A-Alpha!" You cry out, grasping the edge of the counter, his cock deep in your pussy, his unforgiving thrusts speeding up. "Oh god, please!"

He watches your face twists in the mirror reflection, his cute little cheer leader who screams his name both on the field and with his cock deep in her, no one suspecting the innocent omega to be so cockdrunk over the college football player.

“That’s it, good little mega, so fuckin good” He groans, his thighs tensing as his knott begins to swell, panting and grunting, his dick almost hurting with how hard he was for you. No one made him more animalistic than you, your sweet scent making him leak into your pyssy. "Gonna give you my knot, you want that 'mega?"

Your sweet neck is so tempting to him and he wants to sink his teeth in, marking and claiming you. He nudges his nose against your juncture, nipping softly making you whine, craning your neck to give him more access, your desperation making it harder for him to resist.

"Don't tempt me 'mega" He warns, biting softly, his hand coming to wrap around your throat.

"P-Please! Fuck, yes, please, gimmie your knot alpha-want-want it!" You stutter out, eyes rolling back as he growls, fucking you harder, his hand coming around to toy with your clit, rubbing it with his calloused fingers.

"Greedy little 'mega" He moans, struggling to hold back any longer, his cock bursting with cum when he feels you clench around him, "Oh fuck m'cumming, take it babydoll, take my cum"

He pants against your neck, staying buried deep in your pussy while his cock softens, the mess he made inside you slowly seeping out.

“Hmm” a low growl emits from his chest, watching his seed drip between your soft thighs, milky cream sticky and thick. “Can’t wait till the day get to fill you up with pups, mama”

He shoves two thick fingers back into your sensitive pussy making you cry out, his pink lips hushing you with a deep kiss before pulling away and giving your ass a spank. He leaves you panting and messy, fucking your brains out like he owns you, leaving for practice seconds later.

Of course, he thinks he’s just using you. He thinks this is just a game to play. He smirks when he sees you in your uniform again, giving him a shy smile as you approach him after a game. He loves that he has you at his beck and call whenever he wants, your little omega pussy all jus for him.

That is until he smells the scent of another alpha near by and he nearly bares all his teeth, shoving you behind him so your out of sight, protected behind his large form. He knows Walker has had his eye on you every time they visit the campus, the blonde rival happy to try and make a move on the sweet cheer leader with no alpha.

"What's wrong Barnes, scared of a little competition" Walker taunts and Bucky nearly pounces on him, his hands still balled into fists, holding back when he feels your hand grab his wrist.

"Alpha lets go" you whisper and his protective side immediately comes out, seeing you distressed worried face.

"Since when was he your alpha, hmm, 'mega?" Walker smirked making you whimper from embarrassment, immediately letting go of Bucky's wrist.

He wasn't wrong.

Bucky felt a different surge of anger flow through his veins while Steve stepped in between the two men before things got ugly. Bucky shoved Walker out of the way, scooping you into his arms and straight to his place, unable to bear the thought of another man trying to touch what's his, hating the way your face had fallen after what he'd said to you.

You were his Omega.

He was your alpha.

As soon as he gets you in his room, he throws you on his bed, tearing your clothes off without a care in the world. His natural woodsy scent of pine and leather make you wet, your pussy aching, feeling so empty while he tosses his own clothes aside. There's no time to prep when he man handles you onto all fours, spanking your ass when you arch your back, presenting for him, his thick cock humping your folds.

"Whose your Alpha" He demands, dragging his tip up and down at a torturous pace, spanking you again when you wiggle your hips. "Say it!"

"You James, Alpha please, need-need yo-OH GOD YESS" Your words slut into screams of pleasure as he slams into you and fucks you hard and fast, his swollen balls hitting your clit with each stroke.

"That's right. You're mine. My fuckin' omega, m'you're alpha, you hear me?" He forces his cock as deep as it would go, as if trying to claim every bit of your body from the inside and out.

"Mine. Mine. Mine" Bucky growls, slamming into you with unrelenting thrusts, shaking away the disgusting thought of another man trying to have you, his girl, how dare anyone else trying to lay their hands on you. He stars at your sweet unmarked neck, drooling at the touched skin. He wanted nothing more than to show everyone exactly who you belonged to.

"Wanna make you mine forever 'mega" he warns, holding back from sinking his teeth in, nearly whining with his eyes shut. "Wanna mark you, let me mark you up sweet girl, show everyone who you belong to"

"Mark me Bucky" You cry out, his hands coming on top of yours, fingers lacing together as he continues to rut into you.

"Gonna mark you up and fill you till your swollen n'round. Wanna get you nice n'heavy till those little uniforms don't fit n'all you can wear are my clothes, let everyone know who you belong to" He growls, his cock starting to swell like never before, the feeling almost painful.

"Please alpha, please-wan' it-need it!" You beg, gasping at the feeling of his base growing, his moas filling the room. He licks and nips at your neck, whining when you clench around his cock, moving and giving him more access to your skin.

"Mine" He grits before sinking his teeth in, pleasure and pain filling you, a different kind of relief flooding your senses as his knot pops, the both of you collapsing in his bed, his cock still deep inside you. He holds you tightly in his thick arms, soothing you with soft caresses along your sensitive skin.

"You're mine omega" He pants, kissing your mark, cradling your fucked out form to his chest, "All mine"

My bad.

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brummiereader · 3 months

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MASTERLIST PART ONE

Unchained Melody (Part Two)

Summary: Thrown back into the life you abandoned, you are left to find your own way in your former home as Tommy's refusal to say what needs to be said leaves a heavy tension between you both. With your husband's avoidance and unwillingness to talk, you quickly learn for yourself the many things that have changed in Arrow House, and of the Governess you believe has taken your place. Do your worries hold any weight? Or are they simply the fears of a woman trying to recover who she once was?

Warnings: Language, angst, postpartum depression, mutual pining

Word Count: 4359

"Your wife?..."The Governess laughed, a scoff catching in her throat as her eyes darted to Tommy and away from the disgusted look she was giving you when her smirk suddenly dropped at the unamused glare your husband was sending her. It took mere minutes for the news of your shock return to make its way around the vast estate of Arrow House, each and every worker peering into the foyer of your former stately home to get a glimpse of the woman that had returned from the dead. You could feel every stare, hear every whisper. And as your eyes cast down to your muddy shoes and those of the pristinely dressed woman in front of you, shame engulfed you and your legs slowly buckled. The only thing keeping you up, being that of your husband's tightening grip, warning you not to create any further commotion.

"Tommy?" the woman looked to him, her brow furrowed, the tone in her voice abruptly changing from one of disbelief to irritation. "Mr Shelby" she corrected herself when Tommy cocked a brow in response to her lapse in formalities, formalities that had already been blurred in your long absence. For just as shame and regret engulfed you whilst you stood there leaning into your husband's hold, Tommy found himself scrambling for some form of professionalism with the Governess he had hired, as his own guilt quickly weighed heavy on his already burdened shoulders.

"Mr Shel.." she voiced again as Tommy walked you forward, a grunt shuddering past her lips as your husband's shoulder crashed into hers in passing, unwilling to answer questions from anyone, questions he himself did not yet have the answers for.

" Move" he commanded, pushing you forward to follow behind Frances and your sleeping son cradled warmly in her arms as she made her way up the long staircase, every step followed by the piercing stare of the Governess as she slowly turned around and watched you from below in the foyer.

" Get back to work!" She barked at the employees of Arrow House, glaring at each and every one of them as she stormed through the entrance heading for the library, the loud echoing of her heels resonating through the walls of the grand home coming to an abrupt stop when she slammed the door of the study firmly behind her.

" Quiet now William" Frances gently hushed your son's movements from the sudden noise briefly awakening him from his deep slumber, your husband's insistent grip tightening once again as his irritation with everyone's reaction continued to be taken out on your already sore arm.

" No. You stay with me" Tommy said when you went to follow William and Frances into the nursery, a surge of panic quickly engulfing you seconds later when he pulled your trembling body to the bedroom you once shared and William left your line of sight.

Letting go, Tommy stretched the strain from his fingers as he watched you kneed circles into your bruised flesh. Had he hurt you? He silently asked himself as he clenched and loosened his fist from the throbbing pain shooting through his bones. Why didn't you say anything? He thought to himself as he watched you with a furrowed brow, troubled as to why you didn't tell him to stop, why the woman stood before him hated herself so much that she had surrendered to the acceptance of pain without once flinching, nor uttering a word. Did you think you deserved it?

"Everything...everything is as you left it" Tommy sighed as his fingers came up to pinch his brow and the frustration growing within him for how he had behaved, everything but how he imagined he would've reacted in the lonely nights he had spent without you. What the fuck was wrong with him? He cursed himself once again. Never once had he laid a finger on you, never once had he wished you harm, and yet in the space of a few minutes he had done just that.

Willfully pushing down his anger through gritted teeth, Tommy watched you as you looked around the room, your fingers gliding over the satin bedsheets, your hands gingerly reaching out for your once cherished possessions carefully arranged like a shrine in your wake. He wanted to shout, he wanted to show you the depths of the darkness your absence had plunged him into. But instead, for the briefest of moments, Tommy found himself gazing at you, lost in your movements as the fading sun over the grounds of Arrow house cast a dusky orange glow around your body through the netted curtains.

As the memory of your last night shared together came hurtling back to him, tormenting him with time lost and moments stained, Tommy quickly span around, swallowing his mounting emotions and forcing them back from whence they came." Frances..." He said clearing his throat as he stood firmly with his back to you, adamant on you not seeing any more of the pain he had kept locked away for almost two years. "... Frances will run you a bath and burn those rags in the fire" he said sniffing back his tears, reaching for the door handle as his spite quickly returned.

" Tommy I..." Your voice drifted to him, cutting yourself off as you watched his firm grip on the brass knob tighten, feeling as if you were overstepping a line into his broken heart.

" Just tell me one thing Y/N. Was it because of me? Was I the reason you left?" He asked, his voice quiet, uncertainty and worry laced in every word, his restless thoughts as to what had you leave still fogged in a cloud of confusion and self-blame.

" Tommy no, of course not..." You assured as you hurried to him, abruptly recalling as you came face to face with the solemn heaviness weighing down his tired features and the loose tears pooled under his lashes. Had he really thought that? All this time? You asked yourself as you stood there in horror that he would believe such a thing, that you had let him believe such a thing. " Tommy wait, please!" You pleaded as he swiftly opened the door and slammed it behind him, leaving you in your own pool of tears as you sank down onto the bed.

Steadying himself with clenched fists around the landing banister, Tommy chocked out a cry as a sudden release of weight lifted off his shoulders. " Fuck..." he breathed heavily, resting his forearms over the wooden staircase as his fingers laced through the top of his hair, his body draining of the blame he had condemned himself with as your sobs echoed through the halls of Arrow house.

Thundering down the stairs and away from the sound of your cries luring him back, Tommy headed for his office, stubbornly enclosing himself away from the desperation of wanting to hold you and the will to let the fortress he had built around his heart come tumbling down. Stiff upper lip, keep calm and carry on. The British way. And what Tommy would soon learn, the wrong way.

" Thank you, Frances" you said handing her the last of your clothes as you dipped your foot into the heated bath whilst she lovingly folded them one by one into a neat pile, ignoring Tommy's orders to have them thrown on the fire he had already lit in the master bedroom.

" Everything is here for you Mam, fresh towe.." Frances said when your frustrated sobs caught her attention.

" Fuck sake" you began to cry as you tried to pull the comb through your knotted hair, surrendering to ever recovering your luscious locks as you then began to frantically scrub the dirt from your skin until your flesh turned bloody.

" Mrs Shelby! You'll scrub the skin of your bones" Frances hurried to you, gently taking the sponge from your trembling hands as you reached for her arm, clutching it in desperation.

" He's disgusted by me, with what I did, how I look.I...I cant...I can't get the knots out" your panicked voice tried to make sense of your hectic thoughts as you looked down at your marked skin.

" Would you like me to stay, Mam? And help?" She said taking your shaky hands within hers as her gentle smile looked down at you. Nodding, you let go of her arm as she pulled a wooden stool to the side of the bath and began to brush through your hair, gently loosening your matted locks. " Always did have such a beautiful crown of hair" she said combing through each section as you bit your trembling bottom lip.

" You don't have to be nice to me, Frances" you said as your hands flew to your face, hiding the barrage of emotions that was seconds away from flooding down your cheeks.

" And why ever not?" She said with a furrowed brow as she came to a stop.

" It's ok, I deserve it. You can say it. Everyone is thinking it" you cried, pushing your tears away as your chest filled with a shattering pain, and you began to sob into your hands.

" Mrs Shelby..." she sighed, her own eyes filling with tears for the sweet woman that had always treated her and everyone else who worked in the manor with the upmost respect and care. "Every worker here on the grounds of Arrow House has nothing but fond things to say about you. And not one judges you for the torment we all saw you battle through"

" You're very kind Frances, but...but I'm afraid my husband doesn't share those sentiments. He hates me " you cried looking down at your ring finger, the indent from where your wedding band once sat still visible to this day, a reminder of the abandonment you had committed and the marriage you had left behind.

" He blamed himself Mam, as men often do when their heart is breaking" she said as she returned to combing your hair and you listened intently to one of the few people close enough to have seen your husband's turmoil after the regretful night you had left. " Do you know why William calls you Mummy, Mrs Shelby?" Frances said, changing the subject to one that might uplift your spirits rather than dampen them anymore than they already were.

"No. Please, please tell me" you replied clutching to the side of the bath, clutching onto every word Frances said as the shock and confusion from hearing your son utter the one word you never thought would grace your ears earlier that day.

"Every night before putting little William to bed, Mr Shelby would sit with him and show him your picture. Not one night did he forget. He'd insist the poor mite stayed awake until his eyes were heavy as he hurried home from the city to tell him all about his Mummy. So that when he did fall asleep, his dreams would be of you" she said moving to the last knot in your hair as your heart tugged in your chest and the tender gesture Tommy fulfilled every night in your absence ." Does that not sound like a man who still loves his wife?" She asked as you turned to face her, nodding your head as tears wetted your cheeks. " Many things have changed since you left Mam. But there were many Mr Shelby could not part with. So they stayed. You stayed"

Sat alone on the edge of the bed dressed in your former clothes, your hair perfectly coiffed, your nails immaculately manicured, you waited in silence, not knowing what was expected of you now you had been thrown back into the life you once left, thrown into trying to find the woman you once was within the space of a few hours.

Tommy hadn't returned to you since slamming the door to your shared bedroom earlier that day, slamming out what needed to be discussed and the built up emotions that needed to be released. And with William being taken care of by the watchful eyes of a plethora of nannies, all under the command of who you could only assume was the Governess you had met hours earlier, you were left restless, awaiting the next moment you would be confronted by your husband again. Deciding not to prolong the inevitable, you gingerly opened the door to the bedroom and made your way down the long staircase, briefly coming to a halt at the sound of William's joyous giggles as he played in the nursery mere meters away. Tommy was keeping him from you. You were certain of it. And could you blame him? What right did you have to insert yourself back into his world when you had already given up the most cherished gift your life could have blessed you with. Motherhood. You thought to yourself as you came to the bottom of the stairs to see Tommy standing in the archway of the front door talking to the stable hand.

"Mrs Shelby" the older man beamed upon seeing you standing before him, the most sincere of smiles gracing his face as Tommy turned to look your way.

And there it was. Capturing him once again in the briefest of moments as time warped and he watched you step towards him, rid of the ragged clothes and muddied skin that hid your radiating beauty he could only gaze at through your cherished photos and portraits. Were you still his? He sheepishly thought to himself as he quickly glanced up from the floor to see you desperately holding out on his every move, his every word. As the question of your remaining love weighed heavy on his thoughts, melancholy feelings returned and Tommy did what he does best. He left. Snatching away his hunger to wrap his arms around you, he fled for a second time, leaving you with words unspoken and a heart heavy with shame.

" Not the welcome you were expecting, Mrs Shelby? Do I even call you that?" a voice approached you as an overpowering powdery smell of roses and soap filled your senses. " Left not only a troubled man but a difficult child in your wake" she said as you turned to face the Governess staring down at you. Judging you, once again." Over indulged and unable to soothe himself back to sleep. He should have left the breast after a month" she remarked flatly, as the only thing you thought you had done right by your child was cruelly snatched away from you within seconds. " The lower class, and poverty-stricken nurse their children. What a burden you must have put on Mr Shelby with the restless night's your refusal to do as any woman of your previous statue would do" she said belittling you once again as you turned to leave, feeling your frame shrink with each step at the insignificance this woman had made you feel without no mercy or regard to your feelings." What kind of mother, what kind of wife would do what you did?" She said as you came to a sudden halt. Brushing your tears from your cheeks, a sense of composure overcame you in response to the woman who was but a mere stranger to you, with judgmental words not even your husband had uttered to you. You were still Tommy's wife. William, still your son. And as you turned to face the bitterness and disregard she had for you and everything you once were, you corrected her not on her assumptions of you or the words you felt you were due, but on one thing.

" Mrs Shelby. You refer to me as Mrs Shelby"

As night fell, and a blanket of stars covered the skies of Arrow House, you lay in bed tossing and turning to the sound of William loudly wailing in the room adjacent to yours, as Tommy, you could only assume, was sleeping elsewhere, avoiding you once again. Why wasn't anyone going to him? You thought to yourself as you threw the covers off you and made your way to his door. Were they expecting you to go? Now you was back? You nervously pondered as you hovered by the door slowly opening it to see your son stood in his cot, his checks reddened from his restless cries.

" Mummy..." he wept loudly upon seeing you, his arms reaching out for you as you stood back and watched, your hands sweaty your face heated in panic.

" Shh William, it's ok" you said gingerly approaching him as he furiously strained his arms above his head for you to pick him up. " William, I...I don't think I'm allowed" you said nervously looking back to the door, every part of you wanting to sweep up your child and cradle him tightly in your arms. " I'm here William" you said giving in to every motherly instinct you possessed as you went to lift him out of his bed when the door creaked opened.

" Oh, Mrs Shelby! You gave me a fright" Frances said as her hand flew to her chest.

" Im sorry. He was crying. No...nobody came. I...I was only...please don't tell my husband" you panicked as you took a step back, scared your actions would see you cast from Arrow house. Never to see your child again.

" Enough of that. Take him, he's your child" she reassured you, gently guiding you forward. Lifting William from within his cot, you wrapped your hands around his small frame as his arms hung over your shoulders, and he gently sobbed into your chest. Overwhelmed with love, tears streaked your cheeks as you cradled the side of his head in your palm and placed a longing kiss to the crown of his head, breathing in the sweet smell of his hair as a surge of peace overcame you. " There we go" Frances smiled, watching Williams eyes get droopy with sleep as you rocked him back and forth in your arms, the sudden quietness quickly alerting Tommy who was sat on the steps outside the house, smoking himself through a packet of cigarettes like he did every night as he waited for the tormenting sound of his child's cries to settle.

"Why didn't anyone go to him?" you asked as William's body went heavy with sleep and his hiccuping sobs slowly started to fade into gentle breaths.

" The Governess has insisted on him self soothing. But William is a sensitive soul, and I've learnt over the years that one method doesn't work for all" she said stepping closer as she brushed the hair from his face. " You'll find any one of the staff up here on any given night, trying to get him back to sleep. Even our cook, Mr Giles on occasion, if the Governess is not standing guard" she said as Tommy approached the nursery, looking through the crack of the door to see you standing with his son in your arms, fast asleep.

" Frances..." you said turning to face her. "...Will he ever forgive me?" You asked as you rested your cheek on William's head, holding him as close as you could to your broken heart, hoping the severed bond would mend, and you could regain the years you had lost.

" I think he already does. That's the beautiful thing about children. They have only love in their hearts" she replied giving your arm a gentle squeeze.

" And Tommy?" You asked, yearning for your husband's forgiveness as you sought reassurance from Frances for a second time.

" When the storm has passed and the clouds have parted, he will be wanting the warmth of the sun back in his life. That i don't doubt" she replied as Tommy turned to leave for the four walls of his office and the bottle of whisky calling his name, ready to drown himself in the hurt he couldn't yet part with. "Hold your son Mrs Shelby. Don't ever let him go" she said, her parting words leaving a profound sentiment within you as you slowly walked to the rocking chair, turning it away from where you once sat and to the soft silver glow of the moon casting dreamy shadows onto the nursery floor.

"Oh I do like to be beside the seaside. Oh I do like to be beside the sea" you sang caressing William's face, looking down at his lips puckered together as his head weighed heavy on your chest and the gentle sound of his breathing played a calming melody to your ears " Forgive me William. I wasn't myself" you said as a tear streaked down your cheek and you brought his hand clutched tightly around your thumb to your lips, placing a tender kiss to his fingers" Sleep my sweet boy, sleep"

Standing by the fireplace in one of the many guest rooms of Arrow House, Tommy flicked the ash from his cigarette into the flames, welcoming the radiating burn from the orange glow under his calloused skin. He too had become accustomed to pain in your wake. Inviting it in like an old friend to feel something, anything that would make him feel alive again and not the emptiness that had encompassed him.

" Do you think she knows?" A voice alerted him as the door opened and Tommy lifted his head.

" What do you want?" Tommy huffed, turning his eyes back to the roaring fire and away from the Governess who was now slowly approaching him undoing the buttons of her ivory blouse.

" Do you think she knows about, us?" She asked again, running her hands up the front of his shirt as she leaned in to place her ruby lips to his when Tommy raised his cigarette, taking a long drag before blowing the fumes in her face. With Tommy's blatant annoyance with her unwelcome presence going amiss, she continued her endeavor, sweeping her hands over his torso and down to his belt. " You seem stressed" she said biting her bottom lip, unbuckling the clasp and sliding her hand into his briefs as a scoff left Tommy's lips and he shook his head in disbelief at the sheer brazenness of her actions. " Come on Tommy, let me make you feel good" she said as she stroked his softened cock up and down in her hand, her brow scrunching together in annoyance when her efforts were left in vain, leaving an unenthusiastic, unaroused Tommy smirking down at her. " Fine, have it your way" she smiled kneeling before him as she pulled his briefs down when Tommy's patience grew thin, and he suddenly grabbed her by the chin.

" My wife, the mother of my child, sleeps in the next room" he said clenching his jaw, his anger rapidly rising in response to her blatant disrespect for your presence and the day's events.

" Your wife" she scoffed, grabbing hold of his wrist as his grip tightened. " Is that what you call the woman who couldn't even look after the son she clearly never wanted?"

" Don't you dare fucking speak of her like that again, do you hear me?!" Tommy snapped, pushing her face away, causing her to stumble backwards onto the hardwood floors.

" Just like that then. She comes back and it's all over? " she said standing up, trying to compose herself from the embarrassment of Tommy's rejection.

" Just like that" Tommy replied, throwing his hand out and the burnt cigarette into the fire as he stormed past her heading for the door when she grabbed his arm.

" It was me who kept you company all the nights she abandoned you because she couldn't, cope. Me alone" she seethed, mocking you of the torment you had endured.

" What?..." Tommy laughed shaking his head as he looked down at her in disgust. " You thought you could replace my wife, eh?" Tommy said as he closed the gap between them, now inches from her face. " Sweetheart, you were just a fuck" he whispered in her ear as the Governess face twisted in fury, and she pushed past him storming to the door. " Don't think I don't know what your poisonous mind wants. You've long outstayed your welcome. Pack your things and be gone by the morning" Tommy said lighting another cigarette as the Governess span back around to confront him once again. He needed to be rid of her and quick, before you, his wife found out about his lapse in judgment with the most unsavory of women.

" You seem to have forgotten Tommy" she said as her lips curled into a triumphant smile. " I signed a contract written by you that's deadline doesn't end for another six months. And If the terms of that clause are not met. Well..." she said smirking as she crossed her arms, ready to deliver what she felt would have Tommy suddenly change his mind. " I'll go to the police, and spill all your little secrets"

" I own the fucking police love" Tommy laughed taking a drag of his cigarette, her threats but a mere annoying natter in his ear than anything worthy of his attention.

" Oh yes, you're very protected aren't you Tommy? Your dealings go as far up as Winston Churchill himself. What would the papers make of that? A man of government working with a razor gang?" she said with a giggle as Tommy's head snapped to her. "You really should have kept your correspondences out of sight while you had me bent over your desk, fucking your grief away" she spat opening the door as Tommy followed suit, furious his dealings and the business associates he wished to keep in tact, and away from prying eyes were now in jeopardy of falling apart over a few quick shags.

" Mrs Shelby, good evening" the Governess smirked, doing the buttons of her blouse up as you shut the nursery door behind you and she sauntered past.

"Y/N..." Tommy said as he came to an abrupt stop whilst you stood there in silence, yours eyes darting from his unbuckled belt to the sheepish look in his eyes not even he, the master of deception could mask.

Frances was right. Many things had changed in Arrow House. Many things.

PART THREE

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brainrotfm · 4 months

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the world put you in front of me and we aligned

pairing: ryomen sukuna x reader

word count: ~1.5k

short description: the king of curses has never been asked for comfort before, but that doesn't mean he won't indulge you.

notes: no beta barely edited probably ooc; no content warnings just the fluffiest lil thing you'll ever get from me, mwah! manga credit used for header image [nsfw, 18+]!

"Tell me what you need, little one, while I still feel patient."

"Well I-I... I don't know how to ask for that," you reply sheepishly, ducking your head to hide the flush that was starting to prickle across your cheeks at your own discomfort. Two fingers caught your chin, evading your retreat into yourself, tilting doe eyes back into the intense, scarlet-hot gaze of the man towering over you still, not one to back away from an uncomfortable situation so easily.

"Use your words, brat," Sukuna purrs cheekily in return, gravelly and low but warm like molasses, trying to lure you out of whatever self-conscious spiral he was watching you fall into - it wouldn't work. Not when he was willing and able to catch you.

The way he touched you, the way he looked at you, the way he spoke to you: it would sound silly if you tried to say it out loud, but there was no other word that came to mind but reverence. Utter devotion or nothing at all, there was no in between with someone like him. Were you projecting? Did the passion between you two feel too good to be true, not because of him, but because of you?

Because you couldn't handle being seen by him, could you?

It wasn't easy, but it was familiar; you didn't, couldn't, ask for help, because you didn't have the vocabulary to explain what you needed help with, exactly. No one could snap their fingers and make all your problems go away; if they could, you wouldn't ask for that, because a charmed life had no real value. And yet... no matter what you said, there was an unflappable feeling in your gut that Sukuna would scorch the earth to give you whatever you desired, the closest thing to a god you may ever see.

"I just want you to hold me," and the words sounded silly as soon as they left your mouth. He was a CURSE for god's sake, or at least, he was one. By all accounts, he was a monster, a being of the lowest morale, and there was nothing that would make him to succumb to the petty whims of the human he just so happened to have a dalliance with. A blip on his cosmic radar, a temporary satisfaction in an endless lifetime. He didn't have the time to waste, the capacity to care, the attachment to give --

Except as soon as the words left your mouth, the smallest of smirks twitched the sides of his lips. As always, you yielded when given a command, and he was always filled with a silent pride by your willingness to succumb for him. Without a word, Sukuna scooped you from the couch bridal-style, earning him a startled yip that turned his smile wider. You felt the echo of his chuckle rumble deep in his chest as he carried you into the bedroom, a protest on your lips that this isn't what you meant, not everything was a code for sex... "Sukuna, I..."

The complaint died in your throat though, not having time to manifest as you squeaked instead; Sukuna had kneed his way onto the bed, still not dropping you as he set his back against the headboard and gingerly, with all the tenderness in the world, set you down across his lap. It would've brought tears to your eyes, if you hadn't been so bewildered by this side of your lover, one who got you both off thanks to his penchant for sadism, but this time...

This time, he used his immense reach to grab the comforter, pulling it over your bodies. This time, he used the hand still wrapped around your back, propping you up, to begin tucking in the seams of the blanket, bounding you tightly against him. This time, the heat of your combined body warmth overpowered your cyclone spin of anxiety. This time, his free hand came up to cup your cheek for a moment, looking into your watery, hazy hues before placing the most delicate kiss against your forehead. This time, you would even call him chaste, not a word you ever imagined using in reference to Sukuna. This time, he looked for nothing more, wordlessly pulling your face into his chest as the arm around your back tightened its hold. This time, he really did just... just hold you.

It was too much.

By the time your cheek had pressed against heat of his skin, you were a goner. Maybe you were just that obvious - maybe he saw how pathetic and hopeless you felt, and knew that no amount of his usual teasing would cajole you out of your reverie. You're not sure he could feel sadness; you're not really sure he ever had, but you appreciated this act of softness from him. (He could, though rarely, and he did, though oftentimes only because of you, or in this case, for you). Shaking like a leaf in the wind, you curled as far into him as you possibly could, and with a heave, an onslaught of tears began to leave your body like the damn had broken at the end of a wet summer.

Where did he learn comfort like this? A large palm rested against your lower back, splayed open and anchoring you to his lap, not letting you budge an inch, even if you wanted to. His other hand had curled around the side of your neck to its nape, pressing you against him, silently insisting you stay as near to him as possible, to ride out whatever anxiety had taken you so far from him tonight. He would wait. You had only asked to be held, so he remained silently, trying not to focus on the way your pathetic little hiccups would make his heart squeeze, or why the white-hot lick of anger curled beneath his skin at seeing you in this state.

The more you succumbed to your sadness, though, the worse it seemed to get; the riptide of emotion had grabbed you by the ankle and sought to drown you in its depths tonight. Sukuna noticed immediately when your breaths had grown panicked and short, hiccups faltering into staccato sobs, and your heart began hammering out of rhythm with his own.

No, no, that would not do. You were supposed to be soothed. You couldn't see his brow furrow sullenly, confusion flickering behind maroon eyes, a sound akin to a growl unfurling in his chest. His exasperation with your befuddling human emotions was short-lived. The growing rumble in his chest had finally moored all your senses to the same shore, grounding you in tandem with the anchor points of physical touch.

Once he realized you liked it - and he should've realized you'd like it, you often enjoyed his primal sounds in other scenarios, too - well, of course he continued, your emotional fulfillment his main concern at the moment.

You must be dreaming. That was the only thought in your head as your hiccups waned into pitiful sniffles, doe eyes sore and half-lidded in the shelter of Sukuna's chest. "R-ryo...?" you managed to bleat, softer than he'd ever heard his name on your lips before, and the use of his first name had your lover purring again with a low timbre hum, giving your entire form an encouraging squeeze to signify his attention.

"Don't go... please, don't go," you whined, barely above a whisper, and something in chest shattered at your unwillingness to be without him, now that you had let him in to that tightly locked room he'd call your heart. If he had thought dominating your physical body had been pleasurable, there was an absolute intoxication that came from you being this kind of vulnerable with him; where he had always assumed he'd feel disgust, he felt a dizzying delight in pacifying you this way, still a dance of your bodies, just with different choreography than he'd ever known before.

"Oh, little one," the king of curses assuaged in a tone of equal measure, his whisper husked as he ducked to kiss your forehead again, reveling in the enchanting sigh he earned from you at such a simple affection. With that, he began to rustle you into place for sleep, more delicately than he'd ever handled you before; though, it could be noted that he was still a selfish man, and didn't give you any room to move or curl away from him, intent to keep you tucked against his chest for the rest of time if it meant witnessing you like this, at your most docile.

Your pretty face was folded into the juncture where his chest met his neck, and he could feel your breathing settle into dreamy sighs, comforted and cared for exactly the way you'd asked, so trustful that you would dare to sleep in his presence, the sweetest of lambs curled up and comfortable in the middle of the lion's den. He could kill you, right there. He would kill for you, right then.

"There is nowhere I could go that I could not take you," Sukuna promised softly into the darkness of your room, hoping you'd hear his promise in your dreams. Now that he knew this, he never wanted to know anything again.

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vivwritesfics · 3 days

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I need just the tip with hangman

Heed the warnings for this one - but at the same time I need this Hangman to rail me within an inch of my life lmao, I could write so much for these two

Warnings: smut, age gap, power imbalance, virginity taking, innocence kink, fingering, p in v

The Squad didn't know that Maverick had a daughter when that mission happened. No, they found out about his daughter after, when things were normal and Penny invited them all over for a barbecue in the garden.

Upon hearing that Maverick had a daughter and she was on her way, they all expected her to be Bradley's age or near enough.

They didn't expect her to be in her early twenties.

They didn't expect her to be a stunner.

Maybe it was the beers that gave Hangman such loose lipped. But he couldn't stop that 'holy shit' from slipping out. Who could blame him, though?

But then...

"Bradley!" She ran into Roosters arms and wrapped her own arms around his neck. Figures, Jake couldn't stop himself from thinking as he looked at them.

He didn't interact with her at that barbecue, but he was acutely aware that her eyes didn't leave him. After a few more drinks she whispered something in Bradley's are, something that had him standing up and saying 'No way!'

The next time Jake saw her was at the beach. She giggled, waved and batted her eyelashes at him before she ran back to her friends.

Jake couldn't take his eyes off of her if he wanted to. Everything she did, it was like she was putting on a show for him and only him.

But, even then, Jake didn't approach.

It was only when he found her at the hard deck. He didn't know she was there looking for him, the handsome aviator that her dad knew.

She sat alone, drinking as she waited for Jake to walk in. And, when she did, she was on her feet, standing beside him as he leant against the bar, ass sticking out.

Jake was sweating. Here was Mavericks daughter, pressing her ass against his dick.

"Hey, Hangman," she said as he turned towards him and wrapped her lips around the neck of her bottle, deep throating it.

Jake visibly gulped. His hands were on her hips ss he stared down at her and leaned forward. "Does this shit work on the boys your age?"

She shrugged her shoulders in such a sweetly, innocent way. "I wouldn't know," she said, breath hot on his ear.

Holy fuck, she was a Virgin.

There wasn't much that could restrain Hangman at that point. But Penny's eyes on him certainly did. He kept her near him thought, kept an eye on her while they drank.

And, at the end of the night, he took her back to his truck.

"Is your dad gonna kill me when I drop you home?" Jake asked when he began driving.

Her fingers danced up his thigh and she let out a hum. "Not if you take me back to yours ," she mused as she popped the button on his trousers.

How was Jake supposed to say no to that? He sucked in a breath as he went past her place, continuing on to his own. Her breath hitched when she realised, but Jake didn't notice.

Jake parked up outside of his place. He helped her out of the truck, but they didn't get further than that. No, Jake had her against the truck, lips bruising against her own.

She moaned against him, hands pulling at his hair. Jake threw his head back, a moan coming from the back of his throat. "Holy shit," he groaned as she attached her lips to his neck.

With her legs around his waist, Jake carried her into his house, with his hands under her ass, squeezing and kneeding at the flesh. He managed to open the door and dropped her on the bed.

But then his hands were on her thigh, pushing her skirt up. Suddenly, she was nervous under his pretty gaze. "Wait," she squeaked, grabbing his wrists.

Jake let out a breath as he looked at her. He moved his hand to her knee and moved his thumb from side to side. "What is it?"

"I-I've never done this before," she whispered, and Jakes eyes softened.

He leaned down and kissed her, softly this time. "I'll take care of you," he whispered against her lips.

She nodded. "I've got you, Bug," Jake whispered as his hand moved down from her knee. His fingertips brushed her thighs and touched her through her underwear.

"Holy fuck," she whispered.

Slowly, he pushed her underwear to the side. His rough fingertips were gentle against her clit, and every touch had her crying out for him. And, each noise she made was music to Jakes ears.

The way she writhed beneath him, Jake couldn't stop watching her. He kept his thumb pressed against her clit, his long fingers pushed inside. One at first, but even that had her gasping.

"Hangman," she cried, throwing her head against the arm of the sofa, back arching.

There was something about that, something about her calling him by his Callsign. It unlocked something animalistic in him. But he was still taking things slow and gentle.

As he worked her open, he freed himself from his trousers. She opened her eyes and looked down at him, looked down at where his hard on hit his stomach.

"Jake," she squeaked, and he stilled his fingers. "I-I don't think I can take that," she whispered.

He didn't mean to smirk, but he couldn't help himself. "Too big for you, Bug?" He whispered as he pulled his fingers out of her cunt. He placed them between his lips, tasting her, releasing a hum. "So sweet, Bug."

She whined beneath him, hips moving on their own.

"How about just the tip?" He asked almost sweetly, and she rapidly nodded her head.

Jake rolled the condom into his length. He stood before her and she reached down to wrap her fingers around him. It was such a pretty sight, one Jake didn't think he'd ever get enough of.

He eased himself forward, nestling the head of his cock between her folds. She let out a whine and grabbed his hand, squeezing as he eased himself forward.

"Just the tip," he reassured her, squeezing her hand.

The way she squeezed him, it was almost too much to handle. Jake pulled back and eased himself in again, this time a little further. Her breath caught in her throat and he pulled back again.

"Sorry, Bug. Just the tip, I know."

Jake couldn't wait to have her bent over the arm of the sofa, cock splitting her folds as he ravaged her.

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kai-anderson-whore · 11 months

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Temptations (Kit Walker x nun fem reader) smut

Requested by @mrsmarch64 thank you so much for this request sorry it took so long to write 🥰

Summary: reader is one of the sisters at the asylum and has the hots for kit which leads to something else

Warnings: smut, kit being accused of crimes, asylum, sex, oral reader receiving, virgin reader, Christianity, religion, getting caught, punishment, solitary confinement

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Working in the asylum was hard you didn't like the hard punishment the patients get expecially one person in particular kit walker. You knew from the get go he was innocent you saw it in his eyes when you would have discussions as part of his treatment.

As the months grew you began to have feelings for kit, he didn't know until he caught you giving him lingering glances in which he gave you a smirk in return. You knew you shouldn't feel such feelings towards anyone the feelings of lust, desire, neediness. But that all changed when kit came along.

You and kit were in the kitchen he was helping you make bread for the local bakery. You were kneeding the dough whilst kit was cleaning up some of the dishes that you weren't using anymore. "You know sister y/l/n I still don't get why your the only one of the nuns and workers that is nice to me why" kit's voice broke the lingering silence between you both.

You were caught off guard you stopped kneeding the dough you breath hitched in your throat. You didn't know how to approach this or what to say, "well I could tell you were innocent from the moment I saw you kit I saw it in your eyes and in your time spent here you never laid a finger on anyone only spoke your innocence and truth".

Kit watched you closely noticing you haven't moved from your spot your eyes focused on the dough in front of you. "Sister your the only one who believes me here I can't thank you enough" kit whispered you hadn't realised he was right behind you, "you don't have to thank me" you whispered back the heat rising through your body.

You knew you shouldn't feel this way you made a vow to God you knew it was wrong to even feel this way. You felt kit's hands on your arms his mouth closer to your ear feeling his hot breath on your neck the scent of his last cigarette still lingering almost bringing you to your knees.

"But I want to sister, I saw the way you look at me it's definitely not how the lady of the cloth should look at someone" he chuckled his hands rubbing your arms your breath hitched feeling like shocks of electricity through your body.

"Kit we can't what if we get caught and plus I'm a woman of God we simply can't it's a sin" you whimperd feeling his erection against your back making your mind cloud with lust. You wanted to desperately just let him take you then and there but you had it drummed in your head that it was sinful and in this places eyes it was probably the worst thing to to give in to your sexual desires to a patient.

"I mean with the things that happen in here I think this is the last of anyone's problems sister" his breath tingling on your skin sending shivers down your spine but you knew it was right plus you couldn't fight it anymore you wanted him and he wanted you. You turned around now pinned against kit and the counter. Kit's arms on the counter shielding you in a devilish smirk on his lips his eyes scanning you like prey making you weak at the knees.

His eyes bored into your nervous ones, you could see the lust in them how they darkened as he thought about all the unholy things he wanted to do with you right now. You swallowed a lump in your throat trying to speak but before you could even get a word out kit crashes his lips on yours. Filled with hunger and passion your eyes wide open in shock before slowly closing them responding to the kiss.

You hands on the back of his neck holding him close the worry of you not being a good kisser in the back of your mind. Kit's hands on your hip pulling you closer till his erection poked your thigh, he pulled away from your lips traveling to your neck sucking and slightly biting on the exposed skin. "God I want you so bad" he groaned you couldn't help but let out a small moan a sound that never left your lips before turning your cheeks a flush pink shade as kit continues his work on your neck.

Your hands pressed against his chest as his own went to the back of your thighs guiding you on the counter your uniform bunching up revealing your bare legs to him. His lips pressing up your leg till his head was under your dress placing a kiss on your clothed clit an audible gasp leaving your lips. Your skin burning with desire while kit's fingers hooked your underwear peeling them off your legs and onto the floor.

"You ready sister y/n?" He asked looking up at you through his long lashes the sight made you even more wetter. You nodded your head unable to let the words leave your lips. "I'm going to need you to use your words sister" kit softly chuckled a small smirk tugging on his lips seeing the effect he had on you already. "Yes kit please" you whimperd pushing your thighs together desperate for some sort of friction.

Kit slotted himself between your legs kneeling down placing his lips on each of your thighs one last time before pressing a sloppy kiss on your clit. A loud gasp leaving your lips, your head pulled back, jaw slack the feeling overwhelming yet so good. Kit kitten licked your clit stimulating you hearing the sounds of your moans fill his ears.

"You know sister your gonna have to keep quiet" he teased yet warned.

All you did was nod trying to keep your mouth shut in fear you would get caught. Kit continues his work on your throbbing heat the pleasure unbearable for you since this was the very first time you did anything of this sort. Kit then darted his tongue in your entrance his nose brushed over your clit adding a whole new pleasure to the mix. You had to put your hand over your mouth to block out the moans leaving your lips "Oh god" you moaned against your own hand as you felt yourself close to the edge.

Kit never missed a beat bringing you to your first orgasm keeping your hand secured on your mouth tears brimming your eyes completely overwhelmed of the feeling of euphoria. Kit went back to licking you through your high your legs slightly shaking from overstimulation. Licking up your arousal kit pulled away from your heat standing straight licking his lips. You went to jump off the counter to return the favour but kit stopped you before you could even get off.

"What you doing?" He asked his brows furrowed, "returning the favour" you said feeling slightly embarrassed kit smiled shaking his head. "Nah you don't need to worry about that this is about you right now I want to make you feel good" he stated kissing your lips again letting you taste yourself on his tongue. freeing his painful erection kit lined up with your entrance you took a deep breath squeezing your eyes preparing yourself for what's coming next.

You felt the pain as he slowly pushed into you. "I'm gonna need you to relax I know it hurts but I promise it will go away" he reassured you peppering your face with his lips distracting you from the pain. Before you knew it he bottomed out staying still letting you adjust to the foreign feeling. Kit stretched your walls perfectly as you told him to move once the pain turned into pleasure.

Thrusting into your wet pussy, your hand holding him close by the neck your breathing was heavy the sweat building up as he thrusted into you with a passionate pace. The thought of getting caught and the fact you gave yourself to god left your mind all that occupied it was kit and the way he made you feel.

"Your so beautiful" he whispered against your lips making you want those plump lips on yours.

"Kiss me" you said kit smiled before giving in to your need for his lips. Kissing you with the amount of passion his hips gave into you. It felt more than a quick fuck meaningful if you will. Kit swallowing your moans feeling that knot form one more time until.

"WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON HERE!" A voice startling you both heads snapping to the person who caught you. Your heart dropped seeing sister jude standing there in horror kit pulled out of you quickly fixing yourself dreading what's to come next.

"Sister jude I'm so sorry" you pleaded making your way over to her. "My office NOW you too Mr walker" she said coldly your heads hung low following your boss into her office for your punishment.

Standing behind the chair sister jude sat on her own eyeing you both up clearly thinking about the punishment you both will receive. "You sister y/n I expected more from you not to give into the temptations of the devil" the disappointment oozing in her tone. "I'm sorry sister jude I know I shouldn't have but I'm only human I just wanted to see what it would be like just once" you whimperd the tears brimming your eyes.

"No sister jude it's all my fault I came onto her please don't punish her" kit pleaded with jude who scoffed at you both. "You are both equally as guilty" you couldn't even hear anything anymore everything else was a blur all you remembered was the backs of your legs stinging and you were sent to your room as well as kit you were also punishment in some sort of solitary confinement in your room for a week.

All you could think about is kit and the whole kitchen situation late at night. You missed him already you wondered if he regrets it since it got him into trouble but you wouldn't find that out till you were out of punishment.

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fleursbending · 1 year

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𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓, 𝐈'𝐌 𝐓𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : sully!family x daughter!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : you try to prove to your family the endurance you behold. but your trials and tribulations get the best of you. 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : requested, yes | no. based on a few chosen lyrics from the song this is me trying by taylor swift. not proofread sorry! 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : angst no comfort, dialogue-heavy, character death oops, deviates from the original atwow movie plot!

𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲 : - ‘eveng - child // tsmuke - sister // iknimaya - rite of passage // muntxate - wife // ngaytxoa - i'm sorry // 'ite - daughter // sa'nok - mother // olo’eyktan - clan leader // tsamsiyu - warrior // 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 2k words.

I've been having a hard time adjusting.

Life in the Hallelujah Mountains was a direct juxtaposition from whence you came. The ruggedness of the rocks, the sound of your feet making contact with the stones beneath you. There wasn't any shrubbery to whack out of your face. Instead, it was squeezing around the commune of people and narrowly avoiding knocking into tents.

You missed the plushness of the earth that would encompass you, guiding you to another adventure. Instead of your feet aching at the impact, they'd sink into the soil. When you'd inhale, the oxygen granted you serenity.

Up here the air was a little thinner, not enough to affect your oxygen on a larger scale - but it didn't pass you. Nothing did.

You made sure your father knew of such grievances.

I had the shiniest wheels, now they're rusting.

A prodigy had been birthed within you the moment your soul graced the world. The people were more than hyperaware of it. Especially Mo'at who looked like she'd seen Eywa herself as Neytiri cradled you for the first time in her arms.

That was before. When wielding a bow and arrow came easy to you, when you'd been the youngest to have a successful hunt, when you'd come back from a fishing trip with your dad with enough to feed the whole clan.

After coming in the form of your brother who was proving to be someone who looked and felt like he was more deserving of the role of Olo'eyktan one day.

The berries on top came in the form of leaving the communities rendition of Home Tree up to the mountains where the Sky People could no longer target them.

She'd never felt this weathered down, this loneliness ebbing away at all her wasted potential. The regrets anchor themselves then, a stark reminder that this war was brooding and vicious. At a young age, she must force herself to become capable.

I didn't know if you'd care if I came back.

When the day came for you to prove just that, you did so within a blink of an eye. You didn't know the consequences that would come for doing so, all that was drilled in your mind was "my family."

So when your mother's arrows came flying in the dark of the night to try to save you from your kidnappers. The rain casts itself over and your little sister Tuk is getting choked out by one of the soldiers. This was your time to truly try.

I have a lot of regrets about that.

You barreled in, ripping the soldier's hands from your sister's neck, and pushing her behind you.

"Go tuk, run!" Urgency is crystal in your voice, and Lo'ak can only give you a quick glance of fear before grabbing your sister in haste.

He was waiting for you.

"No, Lo'ak - go! I'll follow after you, okay?" You grunt, trying to battle this soldier off.

He soundlessly nods, gulping and blinking the tears that prickle at his eyes before disappearing into the foliage and eclipse of the night.

If only her stubborn self just kneed the soldier in the groin and left with them.

Could've followed my fears all the way down.

The trepidation began to bubble in the pit of her belly, and it sunk deeper and deeper the more the soldier overpowered her.

A wrangled cry escapes her throat as a very distinct "pop" echoes through the brewing chaos. He'd dislocated her shoulder. She didn't have time to dwell on it though, her uninjured arm reaching for the knife and unsheathing it from the soldier's grasp.

Everything slows down then.

Somehow she's being pushed onto the floor, and the knife that was once pressed to her perpetrator's neck was now inching into her stomach.

Oh, she's hurt. Blood pooled in her mouth then, the man letting out a menacing laugh - gun in hand and about to land a bullet to her head when an arrow shot into his instead.

And maybe I don't quite know what to say.

"My dear 'eveng, no!" She hovers over you in worry, looking around before muttering apologies. The knife was still lodged in your gut as she tried her best to lift you up and carry you to safety.

Your hand gripping the handle of the knife weakens, slipping in and out of consciousness as your mother tries her best to find the others.

"Ngaytxoa, sa'nok." You rasp out, chest shuddering at the sheer effort such a minor action took.

She hushed you, worries growing at how pale you'd already gotten as she enters a clearing.

"Muntxate?" A hushed whisper comes from in front of you.

It makes your mother jump in fright, jostling you a little making you let out something akin to a wail.

"Ma Jake, help her! I do not know what to do!" Your mother sobs in defeat, crouching to gently lay you down on the soft patch of grass beneath you.

"D-dad..." You grunted as his hand pressed on your dislocated shoulder.

I just wanted you to know, that this is me trying.

"Ma 'ite, what happened?" Your sempul's eyes glaze over in worry taking in your form. He did not know anatomy well, but the placement of where you'd been stabbed would have definitely gotten some of your organs.

"I had to save her dad, I had to save Tuk" She mumbled, eyes lost and looking at the night sky peering at her through the branches of trees.

"Tsmuke!" Tuk whines out, kneeling by your head at the mention of her name. She'd forever be in debt to you, and while she was young - her heart knew what was coming.

Lo'ak, Neteyam, and Kiri, follow her movements. All of them settled by you, not knowing what on earth to do but be there for their sibling.

Jake gave them all a look then, a twisted confirmation - an ending to your chapter. This wound was lethal, and you were suffering.

They told me all of my cages were mental.

Neytiri and Jake had never felt such utter distraught until today's events. Sure their kids were mischievous, always finding themselves up to no good. But they thought they had this handled, each battle they've gone into - they've lost some...not all.

Yet this felt too cruel, too world-altering and crumbling. Their child, is so frail and withering.

You and Neteyam were their mighty tsamsiyu's. Never did they want to have to see you go like this. Not when you had so much ahead yet to experience and live through.

They knew you were going through your own external crisis, and now more than ever - your parents wished they'd been more of a lending hand.

So caught up in raids, so caught up in making a stand - protecting their people. That their daughter had swept herself under a mat right before their eyes.

Her cages were going to finally win today, how ironic.

I was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere.

As the eldest Sully daughter, you were more than self-aware of the baggage that came with who you'd become. The mantle to live upon and make yourself a dazzling star to gain the approval of your people.

You won over the people, and their hearts and souls. Strong in their eyes, almost the exact replica of Neytiri.

A healer apprentice under Mo'at, yet still going hunting with your father and brothers. There was a balance you'd manage to create that aided in you spreading out all the help and effort you could give.

But spreading yourself out so thinly can only last for so long.

Fell behind on my classmates, and I ended up here.

Even if you were the eldest though, you knew Neteyam was the one to become Olo'eyktan. It was what your Tsahik wanted, after all, Eywa had spoken it to her after Neteyam successfully finished his Iknimaya.

The tasks that filled up every inch of your day began to dwindle, and the people's hearts swayed to another. Your own brother, yet you didn't blame him for it.

For now, he to had to bare the weight that comes with a treacherous amount of responsibilities. The weight that comes with being named the future Olo'ekytan of your clan.

Therefore your uselessness began to amount...to nothing. Your father began to pour his efforts and lessons into Neteyam, who before used to just be a bystander - it was his turn to be molded.

Sure, you still were a daughter of the infamous yet famous Sully's, but the desire to be more than that no longer was set aflame.

Pouring out my heart to a stranger.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, - I just wanted to live up to you both. I wanted to be better, I just wanted to protect our family." She whispered, voice growing fainter as time ticked by.

"That's not on you to do!" Jake wept then, infuriated at the circumstances. It should have been him who suffered at the hands of the sky people, it was him they wanted anyway.

"At that moment - it felt like it, sempul." She insisted, her weak hand grasping his own that hovered over the knife still embedded in her.

"Leave it, I'm going to be okay. You're going to be okay."

A sharp gasp leaves his lips, before forcing them closed. His head shakes, shoulders quaking as he tries to muffle his cries.

Neytiri lets her hand rest on his shuddering shoulder as she leans down to press a feather-like kiss yet filled with so much purpose to your forehead.

She tries to explain.

"What your sempul is trying to say, is that it should be us who had been there. Not hiding in the dark, by your side."

At least, I'm trying.

A broken scoff escaped you then, "Can you just say thank you? I'm trying, I tried. I just wanted to show you guys I still had it in me. I wanted to save my little sister. I wanted to be of use, I wanted to help."

Neytiri doesn't care for the tears that cascade down her face, instead thumbing her daughter's ones away instead.

"I knew you always had it in you, baby girl. I'm sorry if it seemed like I ever stopped. I'm so sorry." Jake's voice wavers, cracks, a tear of his dropping onto your cheek - masked by your own that moves like a silent ship.

He was determined then, your efforts would not go down in vain.

And it's hard to be at a party when I feel like an open wound.

A smile graced her face then, one of acceptance. The clock was going to halt soon and she hopes that her intentions did not come off as something vengeful and selfish. But from a place of genuine protection and vigilance.

One fleeting look at them gave her great comfort though, they knew.

She etched the faces of her family into her heart then, even if they looked like they were in as much pain as you currently were. You wanted them to be the last thing you'd see.

The pain numbed then, the cries of anguish from the people that love her the most in this unsure world - muted.

The one thing that never faltered was the tight grasp of your father's hand that held onto your own, a gentle reminder that he was there as his thumb rubbed a soothing motion on the back of your hand.

Right by her your mother caressed your hair, occasionally leaning down to press another kiss to your head. Her cries oddly quieting, instead, revenge began to paint scenarios in her mind. All while she reminisced of everything you had been and what you were becoming.

"We're here, Tsmuke." Neteyam whispered, Kiri and Lo'ak chime in with a wavering hum of unfortunate understanding.

Hidden between the lines of such a simple statement, it's alright - you can let go and rest now.

Her heart stills then.

I just wanted you to know, that this is me trying.

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nayomi247 · 1 month

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A Deal With The Devil

A/N: This came to me like a week ago right before I was about to fall asleep. I just knew I had to do it. NOT PROOF READ

Pairing: Lucifer/Human f!Reader

Contents: Smut, fluff, kissing, bondage, begging, biting, p in v sex, dirty talk, dom Lucifer, overstimulation, mentions of past abuse, confessions

Work below the cut🤞🏻

You never considered yourself to be religious, but there became a point in your life where you'd turn to anything. Even if you ended up on your knees with the devil himself's cock in your mouth.

As a human, you had a multitude of problems going on in your life, that including being in an abusive relationship with your boyfriend. Of course you wanted to leave, but you had no where to go. So, like any sane person, you turned to the devil. You offered him your soul for the disappearance of your boyfriend.

But he wanted more than just your soul. No one had the guts to summon him in years; and with his marriage falling apart... to say the least, this man was lonely. Well, one thing lead to another, and now here you sit, on your knees with the king of hell down your throat, both of your wrists tied behind you.

"Shit.." He groans, his hands holding the sides of your face as he shoves his cock further into your mouth. Your eyes water at the burning sensation down your throat. "Doin' so good for me princess." He whispers, running one of his hands through your hair. "That- fuck- tongue of yours is sinful."

Your eyes move up to meet his. He swears that just by the way you look at him he could cum right there. His cock begins to shake, heavy breathing and grunts falling from his lips. He quickly pulls out and moves back.

"You're so beautiful." He places a hand on your cheek. "On the bed." He commands. You comply, standing up and sitting down on the edge, not able to get up there very well considering the fact your hands are still tied.

He makes his way over to you, picking you up by your waist crawling further up the bed. He flips you over and places your head on a pillow, lifting your ass in the air.

He rubs his hand over your skin, kneeding at the soft flesh. "Are you ready?" He asks. You hum and nod the best you can. He lines himself up, ans slowly enters your dripping hole. A whimper falling from both his and your lips. He slowly begins to move, making sure to take his time with you.

You whine and bite your lip, loving the way he fills you up. He drags in and out, starting to quicken his pace lightly.

"Fuck-" He says lowly with a pant. "You like this hm? You like having my cock inside you?" He grins, eyes closing to revel in the feeling. You moan, tears starting to stain your newly puffy cheeks.

He leans down and bites lightly into your shoulder, soothing the spot with his tongue right after. You whimper at the familiar coil starting to tighten in your stomach. "S-so.. close." You manage to say. "Yeah I know pretty girl, I can feel you clenching around me." Lucifer responds, picking up his pace and grabbing your hands as a stabilizer.

"Please.." You babble, surprised you can even form a coherent thought. "Please, what baby?" Lucifer coos at you, rubbing your back with his free hand. "Please.. let me cum." You whine, drool dribbling down your chin and onto the mattress. "Tell me something first," Lucifer starts as he leans down close to your ear. "Tell me who makes you feel good."

"Y-you do.." You whisper. "What was that sweetheart?" He asks. "I couldn't hear you." His teeth sink back into your shoulder.

"You!" You cry "It's all you! Fuck-! It's you Lucifer!" Your eyes squeezes shut. "Good girl." He smiles to himself and pulls back, pace faster and more ruthless than ever before. You bite down on your lip hard as he thrusts into you like it's the last time he ever will get to. But you both know that isn't true.

Your orgasm hits you like a train, making you shake and cry out his name into the pillow. He brings his hand around to in-between your thighs, rubbing your clit to make sure you get the most of this. You whine, falling to the bed. He swells with pride, knowing he's the only one who gets to see you in this state.

After you've calmed down, he begins to move once more. You shake your head, breathing beginning to pick up once more.

"Luci I can't." You say "Trust me Angel, I know your limits." He coos, rubbing an arm, which is still tied behind your back.

His breathing starts becoming heavier, moans falling from his lips. You knew he was close. "Oh- Oh my stars.. fuck sweetheart, you're making me feel so good." He grunts, fucking you into the mattress with a brutal pace. Once again, your orgasm overtakes you, you cry out his name once again. He isn't far behind, snapping his hips forward one last time before finishing in you.

He pulls out and falls beside you, his chest rising and falling deeply. He reaches over and pull the rope, setting you free. You sit up, legs shaky as you crawl over to him. You fall atop him and sigh.

"Too much?" He asks, kissing the crown of your head. "Uh uh." You say with a shake of your head. He wraps his arms around your frame and starts to rub his hands up and down your back.

"Isn't Lilith expecting you soon..?" You question, pulling your head up to look him in the eyes. He sighs and shakes his head. "She can wait princess." He smiles and kisses you lightly. You smile back at him, laying your head back on his chest. He holds you tightly against him. Then suddenly- "I love you." He whispers and you tense up, not expecting that.

His grip on you immediately releases and he starts stammering. "I- I.. shit. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I should um-" He goes to get up but you cut him off with a kiss. He's taken aback, and it's shown on his face. You smile at him as he goes back to stammering, this time inaudible babbling.

"Shh." You shush him with another kiss, your hands moving to each side of his face. "I love you too, Lucifer." He finally stops, laying there for a moment. You can see him trying to work it all out in his head. You love him too?

He smiles widely, face flushed. He also places his hands on your cheeks and he brings his lips to yours with a passion and tenderness you've never known before now. You both lay there, limbs entangled and hearts full.

You don't care that he's married. Though he isn't truly yours, he would always have your soul; and you'd always have his heart.

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HELLO!!! First actual story is out! I'm actually really happy with how this turned out even if it wasn't my original vision. I hope you guys like it regardless🫶🏻

Requests are always welcome!!

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beyondthesefourwalls · 1 year

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Rooster, angst, sand and “Who did this?”💕

Ooooh I loved this one SO much. I may just have to revisit it in the future..

Hope you like it!

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warnings: angst, physical violence against women, gross men

One Call Away

Bradley throws open the door to the Bronco, nearly tripping over himself as he jumps out of the vehicle. He’s taking off out of the parking lot and down the hill to where you said you were before the door is even done slamming behind him. You had texted him an SOS along with a pin of your location nearly 20 minutes ago, and hadn’t answered your phone when he had called you almost immediately after receiving it. You hadn’t responded to any of his follow up texts either, and he had broken every speed limit on the way here. He didn’t know what was going on, but you needed him, so he had to get to you. You had been his best friend for longer than you hadn’t, and he had been in love with you for nearly just as long, even if you were oblivious to that. He would always come when you called.

The beach is dark and empty of other people, but he spots your figure near the shore line almost instantly; he never had issues finding you, even in the most crowded of rooms. You’re sitting with your arms wrapped around your drawn up knees and Bradley doesn’t slow down until he’s close enough to hear you crying and see that you’re trembling. You're in nothing but a thinly strapped dress and while it’s not cold, the ocean air isn’t as warm as it could be, either. He’s slipping his Hawaiian shirt off his shoulders and settling it over yours without a second thought.

“Hey,” he says softly. Your shoulders tense in a way they never really have due to his presence alone, and Bradley is immediately on edge again. He sits down beside you in the sand slowly, so as not to startle you. He’s not oblivious to the fact that you haven’t looked at him yet. “What are you doing out here by yourself?”

You borrow your face further into your knees. Bradley scoots a little bit closer, his body near flush against yours. “Can you look at me? Please?”

Slowly, almost as if in slow motion, you raise your head to fulfill his request and look at him. Finally seeing your pretty eyes eases some of the tension he had been feeling at first, but then it returns tenfold.

Bradley feels bile in his throat and fury immediately flood his veins when he sees the cut on your lip and bruise on your eye. But he can see how shattered you look, how scared and small you feel, and he does his best to keep his anger masked. He raises a hand slowly, making sure you can track every movement, and gently lays a hand on your cheek. “Oh, sweetheart. Who did this to you?”

“I had a date tonight,” you tell him. You wince as you try to send him a sarcastic smile. “It…didn’t go very well.”

“A guy did this to you?” he asks. A tear slips down your cheek when you nod.

“I told him I wanted to leave,” you say, whimpering when he ghosts his thumb over the darkening bruise at your eye, checking to make sure nothing was broken. He apologizes immediately. “And he got handsy. He paid for dinner, so I ‘owed’ him.”

Several feelings go through him at once, each one worse than the last. He swallows past the lump forming in his throat, knowing he needs to ask. “Did he…did he go any further?”

You understand what he’s asking and he lets out a sigh of relief when you shake your head. When you tell him you kneed him in the crotch and punched him back and made a run for it before he could take it any further, he feels pride swell through him. That’s his girl.

“I just kind of ran. Then I realized how far away from home I was. And I didn’t…I didn’t want to call an uber or something because I had already met my quota of creepy men for the night, and I-” your voice cracks, and it’s like the emotions you had been pushing down, however futilly, bubble out of you. Sobs wrack your body and Bradley is pulling you close to him, enclosing you in his arms. Some of the tension he had been holding falls away when you don’t flinch or hesitate to wrap your arms tight around him. He lets you cry against him for as long as you need. When you apologize for disrupting his night, he’s shushing you immediately.

“I’ll always come when you call me,” he promises with a kiss to your hair. “I don’t care where I am or what I’m doing. I could be across the damn ocean, but I don’t care. I will always be here when you call. Okay?”

You nod, and for a few minutes you simply exist together sitting in the cold sand, your cheek pressed to his chest and his resting against the top of your head.

“I need his name, sweetheart,” he tells you, and when you go to protest, he shakes his head. “No man gets to put his hands on you and get away with it. His name. Please.”

With a sigh, you utter a first and a last name. Bradley tenses for a moment when it’s one he recognizes from Top Gun. A steely determination fills him and he files it away, pressing another kiss to your hair.

“I’ll take care of it. Come on, let’s get you home, okay?”

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levmada · 1 year

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//male!reader, praise, oral (m!receiving), canonverse, overstim

It’s too much energy to open your heavy, tired eyes when you speak. “You’re affectionate this morning.”

“Hm.” Levi clings a little tighter, if laying flat on top of you wasn’t enough. Instead of a rebuke, he buries his face in your neck.

He’s much smaller than you, and so his weight resting on top is comforting somehow. You slide your hand up his back and rub in slow circles. The warm, rippled sensation of his bare muscles are satisfying to the touch. Soothes your scuffs and scratches since you got back from an expedition the evening before. That would be why Levi is clingy, and why he didn’t act annoyed when you pointed it out.

Nothing necessarily happened—no close calls. But it was an expedition. A rough one, at that.

You kiss the top of his head, nosing his silky hair and the breezy scent of fresh soap. Something so familiar brings you home somehow, even though you’re safely behind the Walls again, and together in your bed.

He raises his head. There are tired wrinkles under his eyes, but there always are. He looks ethereal in the golden morning light. Although his hair is a bit of a wreck.

Smiling, you rake your fingers through the wild tufts.

His eyes flutter. With a fond sigh, he lays his soft lips on yours, gentle, but passionate.

There’s always a chance that when you all leave the Walls, you won’t come back. It’s a little easier for you to get used to, knowing what Levi’s capable of. He’s simply not like anyone else, but the same can’t be said about you. You think… despite the fact he trusts you, or, even if you were somehow at his level, he’s scared of losing you. He’s scared of losing.

You tilt your head, capturing his lips once more. A silent sigh washes over your face.

With a wet smack, he pulls away. “Your breath stinks.”

Then he kisses your chin, trailing deep, open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

“I wonder who kissed me first,” you muse, teasing. You woke up to him on you like this—Levi definitely didn’t sleep much. It’s hard to, after.

“Hm.” He nibbles at a spot just above your collarbone, and thumbs at your nipple, toying almost. “Must’ve been a ghost.”

Your breath hitches. “Must’ve been.”

You affectionately play with his hair and turn your head to make more room.

But he’s already on his way down. He kisses your left chest, right over your heart as his palms kneed, then press your soft pecs together. A hot ache stirs down below. You nibble your lip and squirm.

“Like playing with these. Easy to make you hard.” He watches your shifting expression through his lashes, demure, as his thumbs flick your nipples.

“Easy to make me beg, you mean,” you breathe, hard now. You’re confident he can feel it pinned against his navel.

“You should spread your legs.”

You obey, wiggling your briefs down while your at it, as his mouth gets busy kissing down and down. Your cock slaps your navel once freed, messy and leaking, you can feel.

Levi seems plenty satisfied to leave them at your thighs. His head disappears under the duvet, replaced by the feeling of his heavy tongue gliding up your cock.

“Oh,” is punched from your chest, further dissolving into a soft, satisfied moan as he buries it in his mouth, smoothly to the bottom, all at once. Lithe palms find your thighs, pinning them down and apart.

It’s almost like he’s doing it just because he wants your dick in his mouth. There’s no rush to his firm sucking, despite how quick he got to it.

Well, he can have you. You curl your toes and rub his shoulders as all that soft, tight heat sucks you in over and over again. Under the blankets, you can spot the slight shifts when he bobs his head. You want to see him.

He slides it down his throat again, swallowing as he squeezes your thigh, and his hand disappears. It reappears, squeezing and working your balls.

“Levi,” you gasp, squeezing his nape. You don’t want to gag him, but his mouth is too good.

He moans when you lay your hand on that spot, still swallowing, lazily now. The vibrations send delightful shivers up your spine. He squeezes your round balls.

“I wanna see you…” Your palm slides into his hair, tugging faintly.

He moans a disagreeing sound in answer, and sucks tighter as if to argue. You know he’s hollowing his cheeks, swallowing deep. It’s throbbing on his tongue, you can feel, pulling another rich noise from him.

There’s no way he can breathe down there, and he can’t see you, so why? Maybe he’s getting even more pleasure out of this than you. Giving you head—making you feel good, making you come—for his own comfort isn’t the first odd thing about Levi. It’s charming.

So you tilt your head back and simply enjoy it, letting loose all the sounds he’s stealing from your heaving chest, mindlessly stroking his hair.

“God, you feel so good… Keep going. Suck it just like that.”

By his needy increase in speed, you think he likes the praise just as much as sucking your cock in of itself. His relaxed pace never falters, but in his occasional whines and his tongue lapping into your slit like a thirsty kitten betrays how needy he is for you to come down his throat.

“Levi… Levi…” Your thighs tense.

Within moments of rapidly bobbing his head, when his sucking becomes greedy, a gasp steals the air from your lungs. “Baby, I’m gonna come—”

To none of your surprise, he sinks all the way down and swallows, ripping you over the edge. You hear yourself yelp his name and break out into uncontrollable shivers. Your throbbing cock twitches heavy buried in his mouth, tight and hot as you shoot your cum down his throat. He squeezes and tugs on your balls as if to milk every last drop out of you. Your whole face feels hot.

“P-Please please.” You don’t know what you’re begging for when you’re completely soft, and he hasn’t faltered at all. Tangled in your fingers, you pull his hair a little tighter than you meant, which just makes him louder.

A muffled whimper can be heard before you feel him drag your hand down, lacing your fingers on the sheets beside your hip, which squeeze. He wants to keep going. Thrills shoot through your belly.

“Hah…” You find yourself smiling. “You want more…? You can have more. Harder, baby.”

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eyebagshawty · 5 months

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petit-etoile here requesting astarion x tav, maybe a touch inspired by the e.e. cummings quote "I will rise / After a thousand years / lipping / flowers / And set my teeth in the silver of the moon" !! can be ANY version of tav tho i like durge a ton :33

I Will Wade Out

Pairing: Astarion x Dark Urge!Reader

Warnings: mentions of trauma and past abuse, maybe a little bit of spice

A/N: You just happened to pick one of my favorite poets, I decided to get really poetic hhh also I heavily listened to Margaret by Lana Del Rey while writing this :,)

I will wade out

till my thighs are steeped in

burning flowers

I will take the sun in my mouth

and leap into the ripe air

Astarion tackled you to the ground in a bone crushing hug, the rays of the sun shining golden on you both. It made his red irises look like bright rubies, and his ring on his left hand glinted in the beams. The ring of the sun walker.

“Darling, I was sure I’d be cinders,” he chuckled through his tears of happiness. You kissed away each track running down his cheeks, your fingers fisted in the lilies that surrounded you both.

“So I take that as a yes?” You picked up his ring finger and kissed it, rubbing his knuckles simultaneously. Your eyes were glassy, boring into his with so much love it would have made your past self sick. Astarion nipped at the side of your neck, pressing his lips to the never quite healed bite marks that laid upon it.

“What else would it be, my sweet?” He rolled so that you were on top of him, bringing his hands to your hips and kissing your collarbones. “How could I ever say no,” he whispered. Your lips met, and he kneeded his fingers into your hips as he nibbled at your bottom lip for entrance. He drew a bit of blood, and you opened your mouth to which he instantly soothed the small cut with his tongue, drawling a low moan out of your throat.

He moved his hands to the globes of your ass, causing you to slowly grind against him. He let out a breathy whine. “Aeterna amantes,” you whispered into his mouth as he got to work on your trousers.

Alive

with closed eyes

to dash against darkness

in the sleeping curves of

my body

Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery

with chasteness of sea-girls

Will I complete the

mystery

of my flesh

As the sun sets and the sky turns to hues of navy blue and deep orange, you remember when Bhaal had punished you for rejecting him. In a sense, he had rejected you right back. As each of your bones cracked in different directions, Astarion had screamed your name. You remember when the light began fading from your eyes, the last thing you’d seen being Astarion’s destroyed and panicked expression above you.

“Please, please, please. Darling, wake up. This isn’t funny,” he’d whimpered as he held you close to his shaking chest. “We were supposed to be free. No no no, you cannot do this to me.” As his broken sobs echoed through the temple, Shadowheart placed her hand on his shoulder. He hissed and jerked his shoulder back as if she had burned him, clutching you closer to his chest.

“Astarion… they’re gone.” Her eyes were glassy along with the rest of the party, who stood in stunned silence around your crumpled frame.

“You don’t get to say that!” He bellowed. His eyes softened as he looked down to you. As he stroked your hair and weeped over you, not caring who saw, he heard the scuffle of bare feet coming towards him.

“Thou hast defied Bhaal, thy liege and father, and in doing so hast earned a place among champions and heroes,” Withers proclaimed. Astarion stumbled back as he thought he saw one of your eyelids twitch. “But, alas, thy courage was in opposition to the divine cosmology that bound thee to the Lord of Murder.”

Withers walked up next to your body, and although Astarion protectively moved towards you, Karlach pulled him back and shook her head. “Thou art now faithless — godless — and doomed to walk the Fugue Plane for eternity,” Withers continued. “I will not permit that, though all the powers of life and death dictate that it be so. So rise, Challenger of Gods, and prepare for battle once more. Death will not claim you whilst I endure.”

You’d scrambled to a sitting position, screaming and coughing up blood. Astarion rushed over to you and held you close as you’d cried into his chest. “Everything is okay, my love. I’m here. I’m here.”

“Darling, what’s going on in that pretty little mind of yours?” Astarion reached over and brushed some hair out of your face. You both laid bare on a blanket in the grass looking up at the stars. You looked over to him and gave a soft smile.

“Just thinking about that moment. In the temple. You were so gentle with me.” He smiled as you spoke, his big round eyes glowing in adoration. “It’s almost odd. We’re both so free now.”

He kissed your temples, then your forehead. “Oh my little love. I’ve been scared most of my life — well, unlife rather. But the fear of losing you… it had me terrified,” he whispered. He interlaced your fingers together. “Now that nothing can hold us back, I want to experience everything. With you, my treasure. Shall we venture inside for some tea?”

You smiled and accepted his shirt around your shoulders as you gathered your things. “Tea sounds wonderful,” you beamed.

I will rise

After a thousand years

lipping

flowers

And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

The wish spell had worked. At first, Astarion was scared and a bit angry, but with reassurance from you and your closest companions he relented. You were immortalized — aeterna amantes in every sense of the word. You lied in the bed you shared with Astarion; the one you both made love in after your eventual wedding, the one you both cried in each others’ arms in, the one you both came home to every night for so long.

You lifted your hand towards the ceiling and examined it — your skin, your fingernails, the still pristine carmine jewel in your wedding ring. You were 1,587 years old. That is 1,559 years after you left behind your old self; the so called Bhaal-babe that conspired to end the world as everybody knew it. Since Astarion had been freed from Cazador’s rule and given the choice of anything he wanted. And he wanted you of all things.

You heard a loud gasp next to you, and Astarion flew to a sitting position, letting out heavy and panicked breaths. You placed a hand on his and looked over with concern. When his eyes met yours, he immediately calmed, letting out a string of soft and relieved curses. “Apologies, my dear. Nightmares got the best of me.”

You wrapped your arms around him and placed your head against his chest. “I’m here. Which ones this time?” He squeezed your hand and you squeezed back.

“Cazador… You… kidnapping,” he huffed out. He placed a kiss onto your furrowed brow. “Hells it just feels so long ago I wish it would go away.”

“You’re not alone, Star. I dream of Alfira every year or two… I miss her.” He rubbed circular motions into your back. He knew the guilt you would always feel for her, how she didn’t deserve it.

“I understand, my love.” You leaned up and chastely kissed him, pouring in that sweet sadness that comes with self reflection. He returned the gesture, fervently kissing back in a way that soothed your mind. “Now, how about some midnight tea,” he said, barely above a whisper, a smile ghosting across his face.

“That sounds nice,” you whispered back. You gathered a blanket around your bare shoulders and followed him to the kitchen, sitting down at the table as he placed the kettle on the stove. When the tea was done he brought you a mug, and you hissed when the liquid immediately burned at your lips. Astarion chuckled.

“Well my dear, it’s fresh off of a million hot flames, what do you expect?”

You flicked his shoulder. “Shut up,” you laughed back.

“Since this tea is going to take forever to cool, you’re free to feed from me tonight if you’d like,” you said as you shot him a coy smile.

“Are you sure? Maybe we should get you something to eat first for your head—“

“Come on, Astarion,” you cut him off jokingly. “I’ve been literally stabbed through the skull before. Some wooziness is nothing.”

He held his hands up and shrugged. “Well then, who am I to refuse?” He stood up from his place at the dining room table, and you tilted your head to the side to give him access. His fangs pierced through your skin, and in a way it soothed all thoughts from earlier that night. You smiled and placed your hand on his bicep, squeezing it when you were ready and he’d had his fill.

Aeterna amantes, you thought to yourself.

#astarion x reader #baldurs gate 3 #fanfic #astarion ancunin #bg3 #18+ content #astarion romance #astarion x tav #bg3 smut #bg3 romance

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whumpasaurus101 · 7 months

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Whumptober, day one

YAY!!! First day of @whumptober Lets see how this goes YUDJUHDDHJ

No. 1: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.”

Safety Net | Swooning | “How many fingers am I holding up?

Sidekick stumbled backwards as Villain advanced towards them. They could hear their own heartbeat in their ears, thumping loudly as if crying out for help.

“Give it up, kid. Tell me where Hero is and you and I can get along.”

Sidekick took a shaky breath before slowly bring up their fists, ready to fight as they got their footing back, “Not happening,” they rasped, hating themself for how weak their voice sounded, “I'm not going to stop fighting back.”

A cruel smirk cracked along Villain’s lips as they raised their fists too, “Me neither.”

This time, Sidekick lunged forwards first. They went to swing at the villain but their wrist was quickly grabbed, along with their other one before Villain drove their knee up into Sidekick’s stomach.

Sidekick cried out as they hunched over, only resulting in them being kneed in the face. They fell to the floor, not getting any break as Villain was quick to straddle their hips, delivering punch after punch.

Sidekick screamed out, letting out all their energy, grabbing both of Villain’s wrists before throwing them off of them. This time they straddled Villain’s hips. They shot out their witch blade, placing it just at Villain’s throat as they caught their breath, “You- you're going to leave me alone,” Sidekick growled, surprising themself at their own tone, “You're going…gonna leave me and Hero alone.”

Villain simply scoffed, “Oh please, you think you scare me? You're nothing but a weak link to Hero. They only hired you because they felt sorry for you.

And that was when Sidekick did something they were trained not to do. They let it sink in. Their grip on Villain loosened and they gulped. But Villain then turned Sidekick to the floor, snatching the blade from the other’s hand and drove it into Sidekick’s torso, ripping a scream from the other.

“Damn, I really thought we would get along,” Villain hummed, “Welp! See you around kid,,, or not,” Villain giggled before running off to the shadows who engulfed their figure- leaving Sidekick by themself.

Sidekick was gasping for breath, shaking hands pressing down onto their wounds as they broke down into sobs, god, they were pathetic.

Rustling from a nearby bush made Sidekick flinch, only further upsetting their wound as they whimpered. “Ple-please, Villain, I-I swear I don't kno-”

“Sidekick?”

Sidekick’s eyes blew open, “Hero?!”

The hero ran over kneeling beside their sidekick as their face contorted in guilt, “Oh, bud… I'm so sorry…” They took in their sidekick who lay on the ground, sweat coating their face and hair, skin paler than usual and blood everywhere.

“It's okay, you're gonna be okay, buddy.”

Sidekick whimpered and nodded, leaning into the gentle touch in their sweat-soaked hair, “Hu-hurts..”

“I know… I know, I’ll make it stop hurting soon, we just need to bring you back the the HQ, alright”? Sidekick nodded slowly, their eyes fluttering closed but they opened them back up at Hero’s voice, “Heyhey, don’t be falling asleep on me, it would be one boring car ride back without you talking to me.”

They both shared a laugh but Sidekick winced as their wound filled with fire. Hero gulped before they held up five of their fingers, “Hey, how many fingers am I holding up, bud?”

Sidekick squinted up as they tried to focus their vision on Hero’s hands, “Fff-fi-five?”

“Yeah! Good job! That’s how many sweets I’ll give you when we get home, got it?” Sidekick smiled and nodded, “Th’nk you..” They were going to be alright… but Villain’s words still cut deep into their heart. They were weak…

#whumptober 2023 #whumptober2023 #no.1 #beating #stabbing #sidekick whumpee #hero caretaker #villain whumper #hxv #heros and villains #stabbing tw #whump #whumpee #whump drabble #whumper #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #lee wrote something :o

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thebibutterflyao3 · 4 months

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Day 28 - Prompt: Weak @wolfstarmicrofic

January Daily Series - 623 words

<<<Previous Part OR Start Here

Remus fidgeted in the seat Sirius had gestured to when they arrived at his flat after the pub. Neither were pissed, but they definitely weren’t sober either. Their snogging session in the backseat of Lily’s powder blue Subaru was proof of that. She’d told them off twice before dumping them at the kerb outside of his building and calling him a weak-kneed simp.

“Are you sure we shouldn’t wait until tomorrow?” he asked, rubbing his sweaty palms against his jeans.

Sirius reappeared from the kitchen with shears in hand. “Why? Did you change your mind?”

“No, but when you asked to come home with me, I wasn’t expecting a haircut.”

A sly grin slid over Sirius’s face as he crossed the room. Immediately, Remus knew he shouldn’t have said anything. There was little chance of that grin meaning anything good.

“Oh? And why did you think that I wanted to come home with you?” he asked. Sirius tucked his hands behind his back and aimed an innocent expression at him filled with wide eyes, pouting lips, and entirely too much eyelash fluttering to be genuine.

“Now wait, I don’t expect sex or anything. It just seemed like you wanted to keep snogging. Or did I misunderstand?”

Sirius shrugged as he came to a stop in front of Remus, bumping into his knees. He reached out and ruffled Remus’s curls with one hand. “I’m open to more snogging, but this is a mess.”

“It’ll still be a mess in the morning,” Remus pointed out. “But we won’t be tipsy then.”

“Oh. You want me to stay the night?”

Remus blinked slowly, then frowned. “Well, yes? Why wouldn’t I want you to stay?”

“You didn’t ask me to.” Sirius tapped Remus’s nose playfully as the sly grin returned. “So, how was I supposed to know that?”

“Fair, but I do…want you to stay.”

“You’re sure?”

Fuck yes.

What Remus wasn’t sure of was where this was going, but Sirius’s mischievous expression was warning enough. He’d seen a little of Sirius’s “chaos” first-hand, but the stories he’d overheard at the pub suggested he proceed with caution when Sirius had that look in his eyes. However, his brain short-circuited when Sirius leaned in.

“Yes.”

“And where am I going to sleep tonight, Remus?” Sirius asked, tossing the shears on the dining table next to him. He planted his hands on the back of the chair beside Remus’s shoulders. “I can’t say that your sofa looks all that comfortable.”

Remus cleared his throat as he actively fought the urge to drown in the absurdly bright blue depths of Sirius’s eyes. This was a trap. He could see it, smell it, and practically taste it. The temptation to kiss Sirius to cover that base too was stronger than he cared to admit.

Don’t say “my bed.” I don’t need those images in my head right now and I’ll sound like a twypsn.

There had to be a correct answer here, but for the life of him, Remus couldn’t find it. His flat was tiny and options were pretty limited

“I’ll take the sofa,” he said finally, swallowing hard. “You can stay in my room.”

“Really? You would sleep on the sofa?” Sirius sounded as incredulous as he looked.

Remus nodded and determinedly looked away from Sirius’s entirely-too-kissable lips. “Of course. I want you to feel comfortable here.”

Sirius pressed his thumb into the cleft of Remus’s chin and tucked his index finger underneath, then he turned Remus’s face until their eyes met again. The touch was gentle, but firm. He narrowed his gaze momentarily as he searched Remus’s face.

“Who the fuck are you Remus Lupin-”

“What?”

“-and how are you real?” Sirius continued, shaking his head in awe.

Next Part>>>

#wolfstar microfic #the marauders #marauders #sirius black #wolfstar #remus lupin

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the-modern-typewriter · 2 years

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Hello! Could you write a snippet on a hero x villain relationship where they're both cursed to live as long as the other one lives (which means they cannot kill each other & if one of them gets hurt the wounds also appear on the other's skin) but they used to be lovers so they kind of just hold the biggest of grudges against each other but deep down still miss the love & intimacy they once shared. Sorry if this is confusing, I can't find a better way to word it

"You know," the villain dragged the tip of their weapon across the floor, scarring through it. "This would be so-" they swung, decapitating the head off one goon and then another -"much easier-" a third crumpled to the floor, screaming, "if you could resist the urge to play the hero." They shoved the sword through the stomach of a final goon, before looking at the hero. "For five minutes."

"They were awful people!" the hero protested. "Someone had to stop them."

"We're bleeding," the villain hissed. "You ruined my goddamn coat. Again." They stopped, the tip of the blade pressed beneath the hero's chin - which, really, was just a bit overdramatic as they both knew the villain wasn't going to hurt them. At least not in any permanent way. "And getting kidnapped is a terrible example of stopping someone, fyi."

"I was gathering information."

The villain glared at them. "It's like you don't even want to be immortal."

Some days, the hero wasn't sure they did anymore. Eternity was a long time. Especially alone.

"No point being immortal," the hero said instead, with a shrug, "if I have to change my whole personality and hide in my super high security compound all the time instead of helping people or doing anything. That's not living."

The villain's jaw clenched. They cleaned the sword with deliberate spite on the hero's jeans, before sheathing it and moving to pick the hero's cuffs.

Without the villain's gaze piercing their face, the hero closed their eyes briefly. "Look," they said. "Things got out of hand. It's not like I-"

The villain hurled the cuffs on the floor with a loud clatter.

"And I know you only came to save me because -"

The villain caught their chin in a biting grip, squeezing as they dragged the hero's head to the side, so they were facing each other. The hero's breath hitched. They could see the indentation of nails forming on the villain's skin, where they held the hero.

They eyed each other.

The hero swallowed.

It had been a while since they'd last seen each other. They tended to stay close, due to the connection, but they didn't see each other. Not in person. In person always felt...the distance made it easier to forget the full force of what the villain was, what they had been, the aching familiarity of them.

Seeing the villain was like having an old fatal wound torn open all over again. Seeing the villain was the memory of nights cuddled close, of how they had so wanted a chance to be together forever, how chasing that desperate dream had ruined them.

If they wanted to pass on a message to each other, they could just scrawl it on the back of their hand and have it show up on the other's in a matter of moments. Convenient, but...

Some days, the hero woke up with kiss-bruised lips like a personal attack, and some times the villain woke up with an eager mark upon their throat. When the villain charmed and seduced, it was the hero who would buckle weak-kneed against a wall too at the onslaught of touch and feeling. Some times, the villain told their partner to do exactly what the hero had always done, playing the memories like a tune on the hero's skin as they lay alone in their bed.

They were never sure if the villain meant that as fondness or cruelty. They weren't sure if the villain knew either.

Little signs of life. Little signs of I am here and I will always be here.

They had rules. There had to be rules when anything one of them physically felt was echoed in ghost in the other - pain, pleasure, all of it thrumming in a connection that they could try to drown out, but couldn't.

Mostly, they kept to the rules. Mostly.

"I'm sorry," the hero said then, softer - because when they'd felt the first punch land, when everything went to hell, their first thought had been for the villain. It always was.

I'm sorry I hurt you.

I'm sorry I scared you.

I'm sorry I did this to us.

"I'm just - sorry," the hero said.

"You look like crap," the villain replied, and let go. "You're coming home with me until you're less of a liability."

"Actually-"

"-Wasn't a request." The villain turned, and stalked away. "Come."

And the hero was tired, and aching, and they wanted a hot bath and a way out and a way back to before it all began. They didn't want the fight that would come if they provoked the villain any further on one day than they already had. They'd done that before.

So they followed.

And they let the villain take care of them.

And they tried not to let their stupid heart think it was anything other than self-preservation anymore.

#hero x villain #villain x hero #writing #creative writing #fiction #fic #ficlet #story #villains #heroes #heroes and villains

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babybatscreationsv2 · 2 months

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Bats I’ve got a somewhat-specific prompt for you, if you’re up for it:

-Starker. Dark non-con situation. Maybe mafia or kidnapping or whatever floats your boat.

-But it’s established relationship so the non-con has been going on for a while

-Peter is used to resisting /fighting back but today for the first time he doesn’t. In fact he actually asks Tony to slap/spank/hit/hurt him mid-fuck because it’s the only way Peter can get off anymore

-Tony mocks him mercilessly for this

It's finally done 🥰

Peter's back hit the bed hard forcing a gasp from his lips. Tony's weight dropped on top of him, pushing him down into the mattress. Those dark eyes staring down at him made his heart race. A hand wrapped around his wrist, squeezing, pinning him down, while Tony kissed the side of his neck and kneed apart Peter's thighs. Peter whined, a high and pathetic sound, while he squirmed weakly beneath him.

"Are you tired today, sweetheart?" Tony's voice was mocking and amused. "You're barely putting up a fight."

Peter squeezed his eyes shut. He tried to make himself move, but it felt so good. Tony's grip was crushing his wrist leaving a bruise that would last a week. His thigh was pressing too hard into his groin and the hickies he sucked into his neck were far from what anyone could call a 'love' bite. And he loved it. And he hated himself for loving it. Because this wasn't the first time Tony had taken advantage of him, but was the first time he'd given in.

Tears welled in his eyes and shame burned in his belly. He closed his eyes to hide from it all and Tony slapped him for it.

"Look at me, baby. You know the rules. You're gonna watch me violate you."

Peter stared up at him, mouth hanging open. He shivered at the way Tony grinned at him. That cruel smile made him so hard. It wasn't fair. He'd been brainwashed into it, it wasn't his fault.

Peter whimpered as Tony pushed his cock inside, always raw because he liked to watch the cum drip out of him. He was too practiced at taking cock. It didn't hurt like it used to. It almost turned him off. Then Tony hit him again, sighing blissfully as the tears rolled down his cheeks. Peter shivered in pleasure. Embarrassment curled under his skin with the way his legs spread without thought, like he was encouraging him.

"Who's my pretty little toy," Tony purred. He pushed in deeper and deeper. He almost seemed to pout when Peter only whimpered. "Where's all that mouth today? Don't tell me you've given up."

"No..." Peter's voice came out meek and terrified, but not for the reason he would have preferred.

"Doesn't matter. We're not really here for your feelings."

He always fucked him too hard, like he wanted every movement to hurt him and it did. But it only made Peter's cock throb and his pleasure build. It wasn't enough though. Desperation grew as Tony fucked him, hard and then slow, always dragging it out just to watch him cry. But Peter wasn't crying from the pain today.

"Please," he breathed.

"There you go, sweetheart," Tony cooed. "Let it out."

Peter sobbed. "Please... hit me," he said.

Tony paused. Dread gnawed at Peter's stomach. "What did you just say?"

"No..." Peter squeaked. Tony grabbed his jaw and forced him to meet his eye.

"Say that again," he said firmly.

"Please hit me," Peter whispered.

Tony's lips curled into a smile. "Is that why you're so quiet? I knew you were a slut. All this time you were just faking it weren't you?"

"No, I wasn't!" Tony slapped him and Peter gasped. He looked up at him, silent and horny and terrified.

"You can't lie to me anymore, sweetheart." Tony held him by the throat, slowly rolling his hips, pushing his cock in too deep, making Peter whine. "You like being abused don't you? That's fucked up, Peter."

"No..." Peter whined.

Tony only laughed and hit him again. Peter melted. He was in a haze, totally useless, couldn't do anything but moan while Tony hurt him. Fucking him however hard he wanted to, slapping his face, even punching him once. Peter just moaned, cock aching and hard against his belly. Tony wouldn't let him touch himself.

"If you like it when I hurt you so much, then you cum just like this can't you?" Tony said.

Peter cried and Tony pulled his hands away from his face, holding him down, leaning down and biting his neck. He tried to hold back, grasping that last thread of dignity, but it snapped. And he came from the pain as much as the humiliation of it all.

Tony kept fucking him through it even as he laughed against his skin. When Peter felt him cum, he relaxed thinking finally it was over, he was done. Tony would leave him alone now to cry in peace.

Instead Tony looked him in the eye and Peter found something cruel gleaming there. Then Tony wrapped a hand around Peter's cock and started to stroke him.

Peter whimpered and tried to push his hands away and was slapped again for it. Tony only moved his hand faster. Tony pinned him down as he squirmed.

"You're getting hard again, baby," Tony teased.

"No- no! Please it hurts-" Peter choked on air as he gasped. "Please stop!" He cried. He tried to escape the hand pinning him down. It never stopped being painful, but as Tony kept stroking him he felt another orgasm building. His voice rose with it, screaming now, terrified. And he had every reason to be because when he came the pain that hit before the pleasure was unbearable and then he was floating on an orgasm better than he'd ever known.

Tony let go of his cock and laughed, truly laughed. "Look at you. You're fucking broken, baby.”

#starker #marvel #prompt fill #ask #vaguekiwi

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gabessquishytum · 6 months

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yeah okay messmonte once again has me by the throat... i am having Thoughts about that post!! just imagine, hob dressing up as a werewolf because it's fun to teach his classes in costume for the day. he's got his fake ears, he's got his carefully torn clothing (showing quite a bit of his chest, because... well, he's sort of got his own pelt of fur already), and he's got a fake tail that he'd been planning on pinning to the seat of his ripped jeans.

dream, of course, has a better idea. to everyone who sees him, it certainly looks like the tail swishing along behind him is pinned to his jeans, because it's no effort at all for dream to make sure that's what everyone else sees. but when hob asked him for a hand getting the tail in place dream had instead bent him over the arm of the couch, tugged his pants down, and gotten to work getting a much more fun tail added to hob's costume.

the plug attached to the tail is... big. very heavy, and very big. hob's already whining by the time dream steps back to tear a new little hole in the seat of hob's jeans and proceeds to feed the tail through it and get hob's clothes all set in order. hob's sure the angle of the tail makes it perfectly clear where it's attached, but dream assures him that no one at all will realize. and with that, dream tells him to have a good day and be a good puppy, and he vanishes off back to the dreaming. leaving hob to figure out how to get himself to work when he's not sure he can walk and is even less sure he can sit.

he does make it to campus, eventually, though he doesn't have any time to hide out in his office and collect himself before his first class starts. but it goes alright, the plug isn't nearly as distracting once he isn't moving as much. and thankfully he'd thought to cage his cock before he left, because the plug shoves so perfectly against his prostate that hob's relieved to only feel the ache of his cock trying to get hard rather than the panic of trying to hide an erection while teaching.

what's much more of a problem is when he heads back to his department building for lunch and gets pulled into the casual little lunch party a few of the other profs are having. it's just hanging around eating lunch together, drinking punch, and eating candy, really. but his colleagues keep touching his tail. some of them pick it up to admire it and jostle the plug. some of them jokingly give it a little tug as they pass him. one wants to pull him aside for a private chat about an upcoming seminar -- and quite literally pulls him aside by the tail.

at the end of the day, hob's so desperate and weak-kneed that all he can do is collapse face-down on the couch in his office and call for dream. he can't make it back to his flat, not like this, not when his prostate is sensitized from the plug driving into it and his rim aches from holding it inside and his cock feels bruised from trying so long to get hard. he's been a good puppy, hasn't he? won't his master come and take care of him?

-🐈‍⬛

I'm feeling the petplay/puppy play tonight!!! Both me and others have noted that we would love to see more pet play with dreamling. Puppy Hob, kitty Dream? The possibilities are endless.

And of course I've got to link @messmonte and their amazing art which makes us all rabid 🐺🐺

I just love the idea of Hob being forced to go out to work and join in a party in his costume!!! His tail is so silky and beautiful everyone wants to touch and tease it, and he gets a lot of remarks about how red his face is and how he's all trembly and whimpery. His colleagues know that he's up for a little friendly flirting, and he even gets people running their fingers through his chest hair. He has to breathe through his nose and continually adjust the cage through his trousers, to stop his cock getting a serious chafing injury.

He has to describe all of this to Dream as he slumps over his desk and begs to be take home. Dream wants to know exactly who has touched him where; who played with his pretty tail, who teased him? Dream isn't mad - he's pleased, actually, he wants his pretty pet to get lots of attention. He just wants to tease Hob further by making him talk about it while his poor trapped cock throbs and aches.

He is (eventually) taken home straight to his own bed, where Dream bends him over and instructs him to slowly take out his tail. Dream wants to see his hole gaping from the weight of holding that fat, heavy plug all day. He wants to hear Hob whining for him like the good little puppy he is. Dream is going to take such good care of him: he'll put his cock in his puppy's hole and fill him up til he smells like cum and nothing else. Maybe afterwards Hob can warm Dream’s cock in his mouth while Dream plays with his cute little ears!

And if Hob is a very good dog who pleases his master all evening, he might even be allowed to cum before he goes to sleep <3

#🐈‍⬛ anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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hazbinfallinginaspiral · 17 days

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Conditioning (Be a Doll AU)

Vox x doll!reader

CW: Violence, Valentino, Manipulation, Mind Control, Hypnosis, Brainwashing, Begging, Electrocution, Chains (yk what it’s for), Vox being an asshole (He’s in Hell for a reason), AU typical events.

Note: Vox is manipulative, possessive, jealous, impulsive, controlling, and harsh in this AU. He can be extremely violent towards reader, and is consistently abusing them either way. He is not a good person! If anyone is sensitive to or may have a negative reaction from these topics, I recommend clicking away now.

“Stop! Just stop!” I yelled, pushing Vox away.

“Oh you’re in for it now…” Val chuckled.

Vox grabbed my arm and yanked me closer to him, a scowl on his face. “You think you can get away from me?” He asked, sending an electric shock through me. I writhed, burning pain shooting through my body. “I own you. Don’t you dare forget that.”

I slumped forward a little. “Just- just leave me alone,” I said, gasping for air. I regained my senses enough to realize I was leaning against him, so I moved back to supporting myself on my own two feet. “Just…. Please….” I was shaking as I tried to stand on my own. Despite this, I stomped on his foot and kneed him where it hurt. As best as I could manage, anyway.

“Oh, fuck!” Vox yelled, hunching over. Valentino laughed and came up behind me, stopping me from attacking Vox further by pinning my arms in place. “Oh…” Vox sighed and laughed as he stood. “I am going to have so much fun when I finally break you…” he readjusted his bow.

“No! No, no, just leave me alone!” I yelled, thrashing in Valentinos arms. Vox leaned forward looking smug. He moved to touch me and I bit him harshly. “Fuck off!”

“Ew,” Vox said, looking disgusted as he moved away to clean his hand. “Ugh. Christ, you really are like a stray!” He laughed it off and made a gesture towards Valentino.

“Time for training, little one,” Valentino purred, throwing me to the ground. Vox moved to the corner to watch as he collected himself. “You look like you’ll be a fun doll to play with.”

“I’m not an object! I’m not a toy! Stop, stop, stop,” I yelled, getting back up immediately. “Just stop it! Just leave me alone! Stop!”

“Mm..” Valentino regarded me as if I was a tantruming child. He grabbed my wrists and held them tightly, then used his other two hands to move my head. He did it with ease, moving it from side to side as if he was planning to pull it right off. “I could snap your neck in an instant, doll. I recommend getting that attitude of yours under control before I do.” He twisted my neck abruptly to the side, making it crack but not break.

I squeaked and flinched for a moment. He tightened his grip and hit me across the face, smiling all the while. I made another small noise and winced, but tried not to move.

“Shut up before I make you,” Valentino growled, letting go of my arms. He went for my throat instead, squeezing it tightly. I kicked my legs trying to get him away, and moved to claw at his hands. He stopped me with his lower set of arms. “I said to be quiet.”

Tears stung in my eyes as I stopped fighting him. I stopped moving and did my best to be quiet. I could only hope that this would appease him enough so he wouldn’t kill me.

“Good…” he said. He brought a clawed hand to my face, dragging his nails from just above my eyebrow to my jawline. He tore through my flesh, drawing blood that dripped down my face. He’d spared my eyes, but I had to close them so blood wouldn’t get in. Without warning, he punched me, threw me to the floor, and kicked me. I made a small noise, a whimper, then froze and fell completely silent, afraid I’d sealed my fate.

“My, my, you’re quite the resilient one…” Valentino muttered, appraisingly. “It’s not often I find someone who can take a beating.”

“Careful Val,” Vox said placing a hand on his shoulder. “I can’t have you breaking my newest toy so soon. We’ll have plenty of chances to test their limits.”

“Please… please…” I mumbled, breathing heavily. I was hunched over on the ground, my hand over several long ragged scratches that were bleeding profusely. They stung.

“Mm… you’ll need to teach them how to beg properly,” Valentino mused, lifting my head up to look at me. He tilted it from side to side, then trailed his claws along the scratches he’d just made, but with a gentler touch.

“Don’t…” I said quietly. I tried to pull away from him, gently pushing him away. “Please don’t… no more… no more….”

He gave me a wicked grin and pulled me back, closer. “Now, now, you were doing so good,” Val said sweetly, taking a long drag from his cigarette. He blew it directly in my face.

I tried to pull away but his grip was tight. I coughed as it hit me full force, smelling sickly sweet like honey. “Mmn..” I groaned in protest but couldn’t say anything. My thoughts were muddled, incoherent, my head was pounding.

“That’s right… breathe it all in,” he said, digging his claws into my arm as he blew another puff at me. I relaxed, the tension leaving my body. I didn’t resist him even as he continued to hurt me. “Mm… it’s so easy, isn’t it? Go on now, just give in…”

I slumped over completely, he was the only thing keeping me up. He chuckled softly and picked me up, continuing to blow smoke in my face. I didn’t move, the world spun around me and I closed my eyes. He set me on a couch and I heard a muffled conversation, presumably between him and Vox. I couldn’t focus, my thoughts slipped away as soon as they came. A few moments later the door opened and closed.

“Mm… you seem so… out of it,” Vox murmured in my ear. Valentino must’ve just left. I couldn’t form a response, too drugged and dazed to even focus. “Let me help with that.”

He sent a few shocks through my body, which hurt but helped me focus on at least looking at him. They didn’t hurt as much as they usually did. Everything was still a little blurry, my thoughts a jumbled mess.

“Very good,” Vox said quietly, an undertone of condescension in his voice. “Now, I want you to focus on me, and only on me.” He placed his hand under my chin and lifted my head so I could see him better. I was only vaguely aware of how close he was. “Do you understand?”

“Mmn… mhm..” I mumbled, with a small nod. I didn’t resist his touch at all. As he spoke I felt more and more calm and comfortable being near him. I wanted to be near him, I wanted to stay close.

“Good,” he said with a grin. He brought me into his lap with ease. His left eye turned into a red and black spiral and I leaned into his touch. “Just look at my eye now, and focus on my words. Nothing else.”

“Mm..” I relaxed completely in his arms, doing as I was told. Watching the spiral was like a nice massage for my mind, and I didn’t want it to stop.

"Focus on me, my dear," Vox's voice was like velvet, smooth and seductive, wrapping around my mind like a comforting blanket. "Let your thoughts drift away, and allow yourself to sink deeper into my gaze."

I couldn't tear my eyes away from his, drawn inexorably into the swirling depths of his hypnotic gaze. With each passing moment, the world around me seemed to fade away, leaving only Vox and his mesmerizing presence.

"That's it," Vox murmured softly, his voice a gentle whisper in the sea of silence that enveloped us. "You're doing wonderfully, doll. Now, listen carefully to my words."

As Vox spoke, his voice seemed to weave a web of enchantment around me, filling my mind with a sense of peace and tranquility. I felt myself slipping deeper into a trance, my thoughts becoming hazy and indistinct.

“I want you to understand something,” Vox said, analyzing me as he spoke. “I own you. I decide what you do and when. I decide how you think, look, act, and feel. You belong to me, and I am the center of your world.”

I nodded along, dumbly.

“Good doll,” he said, sounding pleased. “Now, say it. Repeat it back to me.”

“You own me,” I said softly. “You decide what I do and when. You decide how I think, look, act, and feel. I belong to you, and you are the center of my world.”

“And as the center of your world, I am all that matters,” he said with a nod. “I am in control of everything. My words are your reality and your reality is made up of my words. That is an undeniable truth.”

“Undeniable,” I repeated, with a nod.

“Good,” he said, grinning. “You trust me, you love me, you go to me for comfort, understand?”

“Yes, Vox,” I said with a horribly naive smile. The haze in my mind got stronger the more we spoke, the longer I looked at that lovely spiral in his eye. His words were my reality, and my reality was made up of his words. I trusted him, loved him, and went to him for comfort.

"Now," Vox's voice cut through the fog that clouded my mind, sharp and commanding. "From this moment on, whenever you hear the phrase 'be a doll,' you will obey my every command without question. You will be completely under my control, a puppet to my will and mine alone."

I nodded numbly, my mind awash with a sense of obedience that felt oddly calming. His words were my reality, and my reality was made up of his words. To surrender was to be at peace. It felt as though I was made to obey him, his every wish. I was Vox's to command, a vessel for his desires.

“Good. You won’t mind if I use it whenever I please, then,” Vox said with a grin. He cupped my face gently, keeping me close. “Be a doll and smile.”

I did. A small perfect smile graced my lips, precise like a dolls.

“Be a doll and kiss me.”

I pressed my lips to his without hesitation. There was no feeling behind it. It was measured and practiced, small and without any true meaning. As if I were acting out a script in a play. It was a kiss nonetheless.

"Now," Vox continued, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Be a doll and wake from this trance but forget what we have discussed."

As I blinked and shook off the remnants of the trance. The spiral was gone from his eye. I pulled away slightly- I didn’t move much- and looked around, disoriented and confused. My thoughts were still muddled.

“Excellent,” Vox said with a nod. He admired his handiwork, the slightly glazed look that remained in my eyes.

I felt a sense of pride at his praise for some reason. I didn’t want to- he was my captor- why would I- what was happening?

“Be a doll and get on your knees for me,” Vox said, pointing to the floor in front of where he sat.

I obeyed without hesitation, eager to please him. Why? Why would-

What was I thinking about?

The thought had slipped from my mind as soon as it came. I knelt down in front of him, my eyes on the floor.

“Look at me, doll,” he said, conjuring an electric blue chain around my neck. He yanked on it harshly and I winced at the pain.

“Sorry, Vox,” I said quietly, immediately looking up at him. “It won’t happen again.” The words fell from my mouth before I knew what was happening, before I could process what I was saying.

Why was I apologizing to my captor? He’d hurt me, he-

The doubt was washed from my mind in an instant.

“Good,” Vox said. He stared at me, seeming to be inspecting me, looking for something. “You look a little confused. Be a doll and don’t think too hard about how you got here. All you need to know is that you trust me and that I’ll keep you safe.”

Any second thoughts I had disappeared immediately, all hesitation erased. I felt at peace. My head was still all hazy, but I didn’t even care. He said he’d keep me safe. “Trust…?” I asked softly, innocently. I’d already forgotten about everything he’d done to me. I was like a blank slate at the moment, the effects from Val’s smoke lingering and Voxs hypnosis making me more submissive. I leaned towards him without realizing it, finding that I wanted to be near him.

“Yes, that’s right, doll,” he purred, tugging gently on the chain. “You trust me, don’t you?”

“Yes, Vox,” I immediately replied, as if it was only natural for me to comply. “Of course! I trust you with my life,” I said with a smile. I was almost enthusiastic about it.

“Good! See, we understand each other,” he said, playing with the chain. He was nonchalant, relaxed. “You’re beneath me and you know it. I own you and you’ll do as I say. Be a good little doll and you’ll get a reward.” His eyes trailed across my body, then rested on the scratch marks still on my face. “Be a doll and heal your wounds. I want to see your pretty face.”

I nodded and made a small hand gesture, a flick of my wrist and I was healed. I gave him a small smile, eager to please. A small sense of unease was beginning to seep into my mind, though. My bliss wouldn’t last forever.

“Good. You’re doing wonderfully,” Vox said with a smile. He kept the chain held tight in one hand, but cupped my face for a moment with his other one. He ran his fingers along the place where the scratches used to be, gentle, almost comforting. “So obedient… you’re such a good doll.”

I smiled and leaned into his touch, his praise making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. When he pulled away, I found I was disappointed. I wanted more. I wanted to be near him, but I was still stuck kneeling before him on the floor.

“Aw, you want more, do you?” He asked, a playful edge to his voice. He tugged on the chain, drawing me closer. “Be a doll and sit between my legs, beg me for more.”

I immediately complied, moving closer. I spread his legs apart and positioned myself between them, still on my knees, looking up at him, my the glazed look fading from my eyes.

“Go on,” he urged. “Beg.”

“Please Vox,” I said, looking up at him with a pleading look. I’d never begged before. “Please let me be near you, let me be closer. I want to be next to you at all hours of the day, please, please, please. I’ll do anything, I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Hmm…” Vox was smiling now, as he took it all in. “Is that all you want? To be close? Nothing more?”

“I want you to touch me, I want you to cup my face and run your fingers through my hair,” I said, the words falling out of my mouth. “I want… to kiss you, to… to hug you, to hold hands. Please Vox, anything! Even just a little, please!” I was sounding more desperate by the second, but there was some hesitation in my voice.

“Oh but I know that’s not all,” Vox said with a grin. He tugged my chain, and pain shot through me. God it was suffocating, but being near him felt so good. “You’re a needy little whore for me, aren’t you, doll?”

This time, I hesitated. “Yes…” I said slowly. My mind had slowly been beginning to clear, and now, I could form semi coherent thoughts. I paused, the gears turning in my head.

“Ah, you’re thinking again. That won’t do,” he said sternly, He sent a jolt of electricity through me. “Be a doll and don’t think about a single thing for the next hour. Just do as I say, without a care in the world.”

My mind was wiped clean, not a thought. It wasn’t the same feeling as Val’s smoke, which was disappointing. The smoke made me feel nice- I wasn’t able to do much, but at least I felt good. Now, I was sort of just existing with no other purpose than to serve Vox.

“Be a good little doll for me.”

Eager to please, submissive, compliant.

“Yes, Vox.”

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