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alohaasaloevera · 1 day

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“Keith, kiss me.”

Keith wants to punch Lance in the face. Both of them know he doesn’t have the courage to— especially when Lance looks so good basking in the sunlight, almost like he’s a star himself— so he settles for a small slap to the cheek.

Lance chuckles, wiping droplets of beer from his lips. “C’mon, baby, we both know you want it,” he takes another swig, this time from Keith’s bottle, “Will it help if I say that I want it too?”

Keith swallows the spit collecting in his mouth, watching Lance’s eyes slowly drift to his Adam’s apple. His knuckles go white from squeezing too hard and trying to keep his composure straight (as if he was ever straight in the first place) as beads of sweat are forming at his hairline and slowly dripping down his face— just like the beer on Lance’s lips— his cheeks start to get undeniably warm, and Keith will bet on his father’s gravestone plus 20 dollars that it’s not from the alcohol coursing through his veins.

This whole idea was stupid. Why is he even staring at Lance’s lips?

It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. Well, nothing except the bet.

He can’t afford to lose the bet.

Keith is trapped in an internal conflict between himself and the not-so-appropriate thoughts that are ravaging his mind and (unfortunately) causing his body to react in not-so-normal ways, and the room is draped in a blanket of silence for a minute.

That minute-long streak of silence is broken when Lance promptly sits up, couch creaking beneath him, and looks Keith dead in the eyes without a single bit of hesitation.

“If you’re going to go ahead and be a coward,” he speaks, slurring half his words, “I’m gonna kiss you myself.”

Lance pushes him against the wall. Keith’s head is spinning and he’s not sure if he can take anymore of Lance as a whole ‘cause damn the things that he is doing to him: for the last thirty minutes, he has been following each and every one of Lance’s orders, only occasionally outright refusing to carry out a task; has been treating him nicely every single time it’s his turn to order him around; has listened to every single one of his ramblings; has fetched food for him every time he asked and so much more examples of uncharacteristically submissive behavior that Keith wonders if he has finally gone crazy.

His pondering is cut short when he realizes that he hasn’t gone crazy, it’s just that Lance is a persuasive fucking moron.

A moron that he wants to kiss.

He leaps forward and connects their lips.

15 seconds into the kiss, Keith registers the fact that he has lost the bet.

To be frank, he couldn’t give less shits about it. It never was a bet in the first place; just some stupid words that when in the order Lance had put them in, became something to rile both of them up to the point that they would end up making out.

They’re both so fucking stupid: Lance for even proposing the idea, and himself for blindly following along. Keith couldn’t be happier.

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yaksha-lover · 4 months

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lol this is so dumb and self-indulgent but short drabble of waking up beside malleus and leona and their bickering hehe

cw: very mild suggestive, implied throuple(?)

The first thought you have is how muggy it is. There’s a humidity to the warmth that envelops you that’s quickly becoming less than pleasant.

You try to move, but your limbs are held in place by strong sinew. Even relaxed, the muscles of the arms wrapped around your waist are impressive in their strength. Leona’s training certainly wasn’t for show.

Not to be outdone, Malleus’ own arms envelop your shoulders, inviting your head to lay on his chest.

You nudge gently at the two of them, rousing Malleus and a grouchy Leona from sleep. The latter grumbles for you to leave him be.

“It’s too hot,” you groan.

“Hmm, you didn’t think so last night,” Leona smirks at you. He leans in to run a quick, affectionate stripe up your neck with his tongue. “Ugh, you smell of lizard. The taste is all swampy.” His face contorts in disgust.

You don’t see Malleus roll his eyes, but you’re sure that’s what’s happening on the opposite side of the bed.

“How interesting. I was just about to remark that it smells of wet cat.”

The two glower at each other. You’re forced to sit up and shield them from each other’s view so they don’t start wrecking your furniture in their spat.

“Can we please save the fighting for after breakfast? I’m too hungry to deal with this right now.”

“Who said anything about fighting, my love? It’s only some gentle banter between…classmates.”

“Classmates? You’re literally sharing a bed right now.”

“Don’t say it like that,” Leona makes a face. “I’m sharing a bed with you, herbivore. Unfortunately, he happens to be here too.”

“For once, we are in agreement, Kingscholar.”

“Hey, don’t lump yourself in with me. We got nothing in common.”

“Except for me.”

Leona rolls his eyes. “Except for you,” he concedes.

“And being non-human, rich, royal princes who lack emotional support from their families and are often misunderstood as being-”

“Yeah, yeah. Keep talking and we’ll miss breakfast.”

Leona and Malleus both stand to get properly dressed, but you remain in bed, content to watch them.

You’re still a bit drowsy from sleep. You pop your eyes closed, hoping a few more seconds will make you feel less tired. “Will someone help me up?”

When you finally open your eyes, you’re greeted with two hands offering themselves to you; one on each side. Seeing this, Leona and Malleus glare at the other, but you take each of their hands in one of yours, and that seems to placate them enough to not argue as you walk.

#help #why did i write this #i never get tired of writing leona beefing with everyone #twst x reader #malleus x reader #leona x reader #malleus draconia x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #malleus draconia #leona kingscholar #twst #twisted wonderland

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ganseysmagiciansz · 11 months

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imagine this: YEARS in the future gansey finds himself gravitating towards the name noah in an unexplainable way. he sees the name noah written on an underpass wall and can’t help staring at it for so long he’s fixated in place, his mother mentions her friends grandchild noah and he can’t figure out why he can’t get it out of his mind. he reads the name noah in a book and can’t seem to turn the page. and he never figures it out. he never figures out WHO noah is, but he names his child noah anyway.

sorry

#the raven boys #the raven cycle #trc #trb #the gangsey #gansey #trc gansey #the dreamer trilogy #noah czerny #is this too long?#sorry #why did i write this

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chvnssecret · 2 years

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Things Stray Kids like you doing (NSFW)

Chan

He loves it when you sit on his face/ride his face. Any given moment, he will lay back on his pillow, and flicker his fingers at you in a ‘come here’ motion. There’s nothing more he loves than to just be buried between your thighs, lapping your juices all over his tongue whilst squeezing your ass.

Minho

He loves you being on your knees for him. You don’t even have to be giving him head, but simply sitting there and showing him that he has control is enough to rile him up. He loves your doe eyes that look up at him, all innocent and practically begging for him to touch you.

Changbin

This man loves it when you moan his name. It gives him butterflies and always makes him want to make love to you even more. Bonus points if you moan it into his mouth. But no, seriously, he always thinks that his name only sounds pretty if it’s coming out of your mouth.

Hyunjin

He loves it when you suck on his fingers. They’re long, and he likes you showing him how much you can take, before you take him fully. He’ll tap your lips in order for you to open up, gently placing his fingers in and putting pressure on your tongue to make you gag. It turns him on so fucking much.

Han

When you swallow his cum/let him cum inside of you. He loves filling you up, no matter which way. He loves the way you keep sucking him whilst he’s cumming and sensitive, moaning on his cock and swallowing his juices. The way your pussy seizes up around his length as he shoots his load into you. He. Loves. It.

Felix

He loves it when you ride him. Dominating him in general, actually. Telling him ‘no’ and controlling things your own way. There’s just something about your stern tone, as you roll your hips on his cock, that makes him so horny and needy.

Seungmin

He loves when you address him as ‘sir’ or ‘master’. It’s that small part of domination he has over you that he loves. The name just gets him going, and definitely makes him want to fuck you harder. If you even try to address him by his government name, he’ll edge you until it’s ‘master’ or ‘sir’.

Jeongin

He loves it when you scratch his back during sex. Nothing quite gives him pride like when he sees his back bleeding after a few rounds. They’ll scar, but he’ll still be shirtless around the boys because it fuels his ego. He just loves knowing that you’re feeling good because of him.

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isaacthedruid · 8 months

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she magging on my the til i archives

they magging on my thussy til i archives

he timming on my stoker til i fucking explode

she elias on my bouchard til meow (or: til i- if you ever want to know what you father looked like-)

they martin on my killbill til i blackwood (or [MARTIN STABS DEEPLY; THERE IS A SINGLE GASP]

he jonathan on my sims til i ceasely watch (or: til he finds two ribs in my desk drawer)

she ate on my sasha til she not

they jurgen on my leitner til i brutal pipe murder

he distorting on my michael til i spiral

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she elias on my bouchard til i- apologies for the deception, jon...

#i wrote these with my friend annika in a vc at 10pm #tma #the magnus archives #tma spoilers #she blank on my blank til i blank #why did i write this #martin blackwood #jonathan sims #tim stoker #elias bouchard #tma memes #tma shitpost

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kit-williams · 13 days

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Sickeningly Sweet

The culmination of mine and @sculptorofcrimson's mega post about Valdor... you should probably read that to get an understanding of what is going on.

@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon

As always thank you @squishyowl for the divder

tw: smut. yandere valdor. mindbreak or at least mind broken

This was written in like an hour

She hardly recognized herself in the mirror anymore... the slightly golden tinge to her eyes stared back at her with such sadness that was uncommon for her given her background... she made the most of everything... she really tried with this... as she could feel the way the comb just glided through her long brown hair... something happened when she got scared.

He had stumbled back when she let out that final desperate scream before she devolved into sobs... her eyes and her hair changed not long after that... but now no one came to visit... no one came to check up on her... she felt so sad and empty for the first time in her life... she covered her face and let her tears fall for herself for a moment before she knew he was there licking them away like a dog. And she once more felt the weight of the laurel upon her head.

The days felt so numb... and at times she felt like a doll being preened over and kept clean and loved... but she felt so achingly lonely. Ever since Valdor had come into her life... everything went insane... suddenly the Inquisition was doing its best to interrogate politely ask her what was going on. Suddenly there were machinations that she wanted to be ignorant about thrust into her face... then the Enemy was moving around, as Valdor had told her about some of the things that attacked the ship. They knew he was guarding something... he swore he wouldn't let them get her Him.

Her last attempt to pull away to get away from the golden nightmare ended in so much death and it was all her fault. She wept again... and once again his tongue lapped up the tears. Time was a blur for her as she tried to stop eating but while it kept him at bay for some time... she should have remembered he wasn't fully against hurting her and the subtle threats he wove got her to eat once again....

She hardly noticed the change in room as Valdor shuffled her around again... but all she could do was look up at him pleadingly to not kill them... silently praying to the Throne that she wouldn't have to watch him butcher people who were simply trying to treat her as human because that is what she was! But time still blurred for her and she couldn't take it any more... the crushing silence he held only to hold her so devotingly and whisper such praises... perhaps that is why she turned so inwardly with her own fingers as company. And still he watches even as she finishes even as she licks her own fingers clean... she can't even feel something alone.

How long has it been? She wonders as she hardly leaves her room anymore and feels herself wilting as the thought of that... "Valdor." Her voice cracks from disuse and there he is.

"Yes my Emperor?" He says with that calm voice.

"I feel lonely." She admits letting the tears flow. When he kneels and leans in to lick up her tears once more she presses her mouth to his and pushes her tongue against his. "Please... Valdor... Please... I need." She begs as she wraps her arms around his neck not knowing exactly what she was begging for. Perhaps for something carnal... as she remembers when he first appeared she felt that lust as who wouldn't?

"What do you need of me my liege." She feels his breath against her cheek and ear as her mouth moves desperately against his chin and throat... eyes closed tight to not break the illusion of her not thrusting desire onto him.

"Please touch me." She mewls at him and once more feels his mouth against her own as she moans eagerly into his mouth. The tunic she had been given now coming into play as his warm finger just brushes against her sex. She jolts at the contact moaning as she feels the digit sinking into her.

Pulling open her top she plays with her own breasts just to feel something just to feel the high in this as she keeps her eyes closed or stealing timid glances... but his gaze at her is terrifying in a way... so overwhelming.

However the slow pumping of his digit wasn't doing enough for her right now. "Valdor please I need you." She whimpers rubbing a foot against his inner thigh trying to encourage a reaction from him as she looks up at him with those eyes.

The ghost of a smile on his lips as his eyes hold some predatory look in them... as if she was a rabbit caught in a trap, "My liege is in need and removing my armor will take time... let me please you now." He pulled his finger out and tasted it... she watched him close his eyes for a moment savoring it before leaning in and licking the lips...

His name was a ghost on her lips before she suddenly screamed it out as he dove in with a hunger that sent a jolt of life into her. Her thighs squeezing his head and her fingers gripping the dark hair of his mohawk. She didn't see or chose to ignore the way he watched her writhe against his mouth... the way his eyes focused on her own as they flashed a bright gold... each lick pouring life back into this shard of the Emperor that was becoming like tarnished gold... dull and lifeless.

His tongue cupped and pressed against her bud as he wrapped his dearest liege shard in the finest golden chains of his devotion... she craved such companionship... it was something he had to discourage at first as who else but a loyal servant could bring their liege such pleasure. His tongue moves deeper and she screams with such desperate pleasure, "Valdor! Valdor please! I'm so close!" She sobbed as her faithful servant held her thighs gently just watching her come undone with a final shriek.

He made sure not a drop of her was wasted... she flushed as she could hear the wetness of his licks and laps as he cleaned her with such devotion. He knew her routine having seen her with a paramour before he knew for certain she was his Beloved... it was all a bonding ritual that would bring him into their good graces again. The concern that entered her gold eyes... "Do you need to be taken care of?"

"Do not worry about me." He said watching her nod as she got as comfortable as she could to snuggle in the afterglow of that sensation. And as Valdor played his role in her post coitus bonding ritual he knew... he knew his Beloved shard would be less... and less... and less... and oh so very less likely to pull away from him again like they tried to.

#warhammer 40k #yandere custodes #yandere constantin valdor #constantin valdor #adeptus custodes #tw: smut #tw: yandere #why did I write this #oh yeah to get sculptor to let me finish my god damn Dark Angel #for the masterlist #doesn't feel like my best but then again Valdor was kinda just SPRUNG on me

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random-and-average · 10 months

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Yandere Miguel O'Hara with a Duplicating!S/O (via Yellow Cosmic Stone)

If anyone has seen that one clip from Kid Cosmic where Papa G is building, then you'll understand why I came up with this idea. Plus, the Papa G Stomp goes hard. On another note, I'm still trying to find a way to make Shadow Wizard Money Gang S/O exist. Shadow Spider Money Gang, perhaps?

TW: mentions of the following: NSFW, stalking, and murder

The mere existence of said stone is enough to give the Spider-Man a migraine

Will it disrupt the canon? Where the hell do they even come from? The fact that it's the yellow cosmic stone instead of the cosmic stone implies that there are multiple in existence, so where are the rest of them? Will those stones disrupt the canon?

After all, if one stone is able to give you the incredibly powerful ability of duplication, who knows what these other stones are capable of!

You will be interrogated about how the stone came into your possession, there's no doubt about that

From then on, Miguel will have two goals: preserve the spider-verse and contain all the stones (as he considers them to be "anomalies")

Lyla will for sure be working day and night to determine the true nature of these cosmic stones

He will try to take the yellow cosmic stone from you as well

Depending on how much you enjoy your power of duplication, he won't be getting it anytime soon though

Now, what he thinks of you depends on your reaction to his affection, so let's get into that!

Against It:

To put it bluntly, you're a pain in Miguel's ass. He still loves you though despite that

You will be kept in his room or be monitored by him or a person he trusts (like Lego Spider-Man)

He'll also look into ways to neutralize your power if he isn't able to take the stone from you

Should you escape from him, he'll order any iteration of you to be brought back to him with minimal damage

(I generally headcanon Miguel to be gentle with his S/O, regardless of their situation, and would only hurt them unless it's absolutely necessary, even then he'll try not to hurt them too much)

Since the guy has "observed" (*cough* *cough* he monitored and stalked you *cough* *cough*) you in the past, it doesn't take long for him to realize the difference between the real you and your clones: the real you wears the stone in the form of a ring

After that revelation, any clones of yours start to serve a different purpose while he and a specific group of Spider-People search for the real you

Should the clone be extremely submissive, Miguel would "experiment" with it before ultimately killing it as humanely as possible

(This is how he discovers his breeding kink as well as how arousing you can be when you're in an apron, among other things)

Should the clone be extremely rebellious, he will rough it up a bit, but not enough to make it disappear, and let it go to deliver a message to you: "Stop being childish and come back to me, mi amor. I only want what's best for you."

However, if the clone strikes a perfect balance between the two, he'll essentially air his grievances onto it and kill it afterwards

"Cariño, why do you do this to me? I love you so much, yet you continually refuse me. Don't you know that I will do anything for you? I will destroy hundreds of universes if it means you will stay with me."

"Uh, excuse me?"

Miguel does not feel any guilt towards killing your clones, by the way

To him, they're just imposters or cheap imitations that can't compare to the real you

Though he will never admit it, he does resent them to an extent

They're your clones, literal duplicates of you, yet they fail to recreate that je ne sais quoi that makes you you and instead dare to degrade your smile and your presence

Miguel only loves you, not some fake

And he doesn't know how long he can last without the true you in his life again.

Fine With It:

You're definitely granted a lot more freedom if you're fine with or reciprocates his love, such as being allowed to roam the base

Although, you're still not allowed to use the stone unless you absolutely have to

However, he'll (begrudgingly) let it slide if you use your duplicates to help around the base or even his dimension

Unknowingly, this makes some other Spider-People, as well as some civilians, yandere for you, but Miguel ensures that they know their place (Plus, that's a story for another time)

Don't think that your good deeds aren't rewarded though since he'll definitely reward you with whatever you want afterwards

However, helping him on missions is a definitive "no," and that's non-negotiable

I think, regardless of what powers you have, Miguel would never put you in danger by having you help on missions

He cannot bear to lose you. He wants you safe and that means staying back in his dimension

#yandere miguel o'hara #yandere male #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere spiderverse #miguel o'hara x reader #why did i write this #i'm a bit goofy ngl #this crossover doesn't even make sense

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thefangirlphenomenon · 9 months

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[context: for my 2nd semester at uni we have to post some of our writing online and we have to pick social media sites to advertise said writing on]

I said I was going to make tumblr posts about my writing and my lecturer's reaction to that was "are you sure your audience is on tumblr?" "who even uses tumblr?"

is my audience on tumblr? where else do people actually read long form content anymore, other than tumblr? what better place is there to pretentiously ramble about my love of media than the hellsite that started it all? is my audience on tumblr?? the day I opened tumblr, it felt like I had found my people. ma'am, respectfully, i know where the mentally ill people are and they're all on tumblr with me. I do not appreciate her hoity toity superiority.

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animentality · 3 months

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Gortash:

Dark Urge:

Gortash:

Dark Urge:

Gortash:

Dark Urge: Ok FINE, I apologize for misunderstanding what you meant when you said you wanted me to eat you out, ok?!

Gortash: Ketheric is going to wonder why I have to stand through our entire next meeting.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #enver gortash #dark urge #durgetash #this is sooooo not funny #why did i write this #why did i POST this #raaaaaaaaraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

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keigo-takamis-no-1-simp · 3 months

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ＨａｗｋｓｘＲｅａｄｅｒ：ＢｉｒｄｏｆＰｒｅｙ

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Hawks x female! Reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: When you get bored at home waiting for your loving husband to come home... you think of a way to get him to come back sooner. It works- for a price.

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: Smut

𝙲𝚆/𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜: Face-sitting, degradation, creampie, rough sex, penetration, female-parts, sex (ofc)

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 1784

Note: I have NEVER written smut before so I am so, so sorry if this is awful. Spicy stuff happens after the cut. This is- part of something I am challenging myself to do as a writer, I guess? I sure as hell ain't goin to heaven after this shit--

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

You’d been teasing him all day, just to see what he would do. Since you had the day off, you were bored. And what better way to deal with it than making your boyfriend horny as fuck when he’s in a meeting?

It started off with pictures of your body- nothing too revealing, but enough to make him want more. He opened the messages, but didn’t do much more. You huffed, before an idea crossed your mind.

Shifting onto your back, you spread your legs. Wearing little more than a bra and panties, your hand reaches up. With his feather around your neck, you knew he’d hear everything you did. Every little noise, whimper, or moan- which is exactly what you wanted.

You begin to rub yourself over your panties, letting out a soft sigh as you feel the gentle pressure. After a few minutes, you slide your hand into your them, the feather in hand. It had bristled up a little, and the feeling of it against your clit was utterly delicious.

Letting out a soft moan, your head tilts back. “Kei…~” You whine, shifting a little to continue to build that pleasure. It had been so long since you both had sex, and you missed him like hell.

After a few moments, the sound of the front door jerks you from your thoughts. That meeting should’ve been another 10 minutes tops, and it took 15 to get home-

Your thoughts are cut short from a familiar winged male opening the bedroom door with more force than needed. His face is flushed, short hot breaths escaping his lips. His feathers are slightly ruffled, and his wings were spread just a little more than usual.

He was beautiful normally, but this was hot.

“Baby bird…~” His words are a low growl as he stalks towards you, before crawling onto the bed. “Just what the fuck do you think you’re doin’, hmm?” He rips the covers away, exposing you playing with yourself.

Your stomach drops, but in the most pleasurable way possible. His eyes- like a predator eyeing it’s prey.

A dark chuckle escapes his lips as his eyes darken just a little. “Mmmm… that’s what I thought. Playing with yourself like a little whore, hmm?~” He tuts a little, the feather coming from your hands to his own.

“You’ve been such a naughty little bird, sending me pictures in meetings, playing with my feathers in a way you know I can’t ignore…” He pushes your legs apart, crawling in between them to hover right above you.

His hot breath fans your chest as he takes in your flustered form. “Just couldn’t wait till I got home, huh..?” You don’t respond, and he trails his fingers through your hair. Suddenly, he wraps some of it around his fingers and pulls.

A quiet moan escapes your lips at the feeling, and that simple noise sparks something in those darker amber eyes of his. “Such pretty noises… but they aren’t words, baby bird.” He clicks his tongue.

You’d already been quite bratty… so why stop now? You pout up at him, as much as you can with his hands in your hair, anyway. You knew he enjoyed the fight.

“Mm, but you came, didn’t you?~” You tease, before he tugs harder, ripping another moan from your throat. His face is inches from your neck as he growls. His hot breath fans your throat, teeth inching dangerously to your jugular.

“I guess I’ll have to remind you just who’s in charge, angel… and it isn’t you.” A feather flies from his plumes, wrapping around your wrists just enough to make sure you can’t move them. He wraps his hand around them, pinning them above your head. Your chest sticks out just a bit more from the angle.

“So pretty.. It’s a shame, really..” He murmurs, disappointment clear in his tone. You shift, letting out a quiet whine. Before you can speak, he clicks his tongue again. “No, pretty bird… you had your chance. It seems like I need to remind you just who’s in charge, hmm..?”

Heat rushes to your core at just how low his voice is. Oh, you fucked up. But this is exactly what you wanted. “Just sit still… you’re too horny to wait for me, hmm? Fine then…” His eyes flick up to yours for a moment. Even though you could feel just how hard he was, he stops for just a moment.

“You can answer one question- what are our colors?” You falter, but you’re grateful. Despite how turned on he was, he always asked.

“Red means stop…” His tongue trails down your stomach, and your words catch in your throat. “Yellow- Yellow means slow down, and… and green means it’s all good…” He hums in approval.

“One last one. What’s the safe word?”

“Treehouse.” “Good girl… fuck… I’m gonna absolutely wreck you sweetheart. But first… I have an idea.” He shifts, laying on his back as he gently guides you onto his face.

“You’re gonna sit on my face until I’ve had enough. Sound good, little bird?~” Before you can respond, his arms wrap around your thighs. Pulling you down, your heat directly on his mouth.

A quiet moan escapes your lips as his tongue traces your folds. “Fuck, Kei…” He slaps your ass cheek, and you whine.

“Who am I?” He all but growls against you.

“Sir..” You whimper, swallowing hard as his feathers dig into your wrists just a little more.

He lets out a low chuckle, before giving you a harsh suck on your clit. “Good girl.” The moment he properly tastes you, he hums in approval.

A moan escapes your lips as he goes back to tongue-fucking you, making noises and holding you down like you were his last meal. Fuck- he was hot. And the fact he was holding you down on top of him?

If there was any anxiety about suffocating him, he left no room to argue. If he wanted to suffocate himself on your pussy, he was gonna do it.

His lips shift, now wrapping around your clit. A mewl escapes your lips as your legs spread a little wider. He chuckles, the sound going straight to your core.

When another whine leaves your lips, this time when he slows down. He hums, the vibrations making you jolt. After a few moments, he lets go of one of your thighs, sliding in two of his fingers.

A deep moan escapes your lips this time. “F-fuck-” You can’t help but grind down onto his face, and he grips your waist tightly. When his fingers find that spongy spot inside of you, another moan escapes your lips. He chuckles, before abusing that spot.

It doesn’t take long before that coil tightens almost painfully in your stomach. You’re panting, moaning, practically riding his fingers and his face– and with a nip to your clit, you fall apart on top of him.

He’s quick, hardly letting you savor your orgasm before having you face down and ass up. “Such a good slut- who’s my good little whore, huh?” He slaps your ass, pulling a mewl from your throat.

“I-I am-” He slaps your other ass cheek, a warning growl emanating from behind you.

“I am?” The dark, dominant sound of his voice makes your thighs press together a little. But you wanted to see how far you could push him… his punishments were always good. So, she just nods. He sighs a bit, clicking his tongue.

“Naughty bird… here I was, about to reward you for taking everything so well..” There’s faux sympathy in his tone. His hand gently rubs one of your ass cheeks, before slapping it hard. You yelp out softly, though there’s a soft moan mixed in.

“Ah, that’s right… you like that sort of shit dontcha?” He chuckles, the sound holding a promise of danger. One that you like. “Fine… I’ll make it hurt then, princess.”

Without warning, his hard cock slams into your core, giving you no chance to accommodate him. A mixture between a moan and a cry escapes your lips. He stills his hips completely against yours, his lips against your ear.

“Color, love?” His voice is raspy, and you clench around him at the sound.

“G-green, sir-” You whimper, biting your lip. His feather holds your hands in front of you on the bed, unable to hold your upper half up. He hums in approval again, his tongue tracing the shell of your ear.

“Good girl…” He murmurs, before pulling out a bit. Without warning, he slams back into you, setting a brutal pace that has you seeing stars. Mixtures of “oh my god” and profanities are pulled from your lips as the head of his cock slams against your cervix.

“Such a good slut- gonna fuck ya till ya can’t walk- that want you want? Tell me you want it-” He grunts, panting as he continues to slam into you. Your mouth opens to respond, but you can’t get a word out. The only thing spilling from your lips is moans, whimpers, and a little bit of drool. That feeling of warmth in your stomach returns quickly, the coil tightening again.

“Can’t even talk back anymore, huh?” He chuckles, grabbing your hair and pulling you up by it, then holding you by the throat. “Such a pretty little whore.. And all fucking mine.” Each word was punctuated with a deep thrust.

And with that, the coil snaps. Your vision goes white as you clench down around him. Moaning out loudly, your eyes roll into your head as your tongue lolls from your mouth.

After a few more thrusts, he buries himself into you, and you can literally feel the warmth of his release settling in your womb. A soft whine escapes your lips at the feeling. His feather lets go of your wrists, gently trailing your back before going back to his wings.

He’s panting, before peppering kisses on your shoulders. “You took me so well, such a good girl…” He murmurs, letting himself slide out of your tight hole. His cum begins to dribble out, trailing down your thighs. You whine again, now for the loss of feeling. He laughs lightly, turning you around to kiss your forehead.

“Alright, baby bird… let’s get you all cleaned up, hmm?” He coos, brushing your hair away from your face. You lean into his touch.

Keigo was a lot of things. Dominant, rough, unrelenting- but kind, gentle, and caring. You hum in response, approval clear in your tone. Now… all that’s left of the night is for him to spoil you with his love. And you knew he wouldn’t hold back on that either.

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wretchedbirdthing · 5 months

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“Well done, Aka.” Yukari smiled warmly, her tone soft and comforting.

“My most loyal of shikigami. It would only make sense for your reward to be proportional to the quality of the work you’ve done for me.”

Creating a gap in front of the two, she reached inside with one hand and smiled at the tengu. Without breaking eye contact with her, Yukari wriggled her arm. Aka’s ears perked up as she heard the tell-tale shaking of a particular jar. Instantly, she began to drool, her eyes widening into dazzling red saucers. Such a reaction made Yukari smile even brighter.

Aka’s breathing hastened as Yukari pulled her hand out, holding a lavishly decorated purple tin labeled “The Good Birdseed” in large, cursive letters.

#touhou #aka yakumo #yukari yakumo #i don't think i'll be able to finish my fic for the anniversary #i'm so close it's just the yukari parts that i'm struggling with #hopefully this will suffice..#(i wrote this in like 5 minutes as a joke)#akaposting #I’m sorry for feeding her birdseed #I won’t do it again #why did I write this #I’m so sorry please forgive me #I guess this is my one month anniversary post..

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dontyouworrydaddy · 11 months

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I should let you go

Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader

summary: Leon was sure you were dead. He held you till you took your lost breath. So why are you alive now? Why can’t you remember him?

warning: violence, angst, mention of death, blood

“This has to be a sick joke” Leon whispers as soon as he sees you. He doesn’t get it. How can you be alive when you clearly died in his arms years ago?

“Please don’t leave me” Leon desperately says as he clutches you to his chest, refusing to let you go. But you lost way too much blood. You shouldn’t have been so stubborn and accepted help but you wanted to prove yourself. You wanted to show him that you didn’t need anyone to look after you. But this clearly went wrong and now you’re dying. You lost way too much blood and you don’t even know where your left side is. All you can focus on is Leon. You want him to be the last person that gets to hold you and you want him to be the last person to talk to you. But with your last energy you push him away from you since the building is gonna explode soon. He looks at you shocked. “I love you Leon. But please run and live before it’s too late” you tell him and see him standing up. He is clearly hesitating and before he runs off. He kisses you and tells you that he loves you. And then he starts running. You cry now and you’re making yourself ready to face death. But before death can even get you, you feel someone picking you up. And those hands are unfamiliar….

You‘re now standing in front if him, looking very much alive. But there is something about you that makes you look so unalive. Like you’re not really living.

“Y/N. My dear-” before he can finish his sentence, you run and attack him and he is defending himself. He is completely confused. Are you mad at him for leaving?

“She doesn’t know who you are. Well… Maybe she does but she can’t control her body.” The enemy appears from behind you and you quickly get back again, standing next to him. You clearly don’t look human.

“I bought her back to live. And let’s say it wasn’t very… how can I put it in words… pleasant? A few years of torture and isolation. She was very lonely in a room with no windows just her bed and herself for 5 years. That must‘ve been very very shitty.” the enemy laughs and you just stand next to him, not reacting.

“I know you’re somewhere in there. Please snap out of it” Leon yells at you but he doesn’t get any attention from you. You didn’t even blink. You did nothing.

“Well Y/N, I allow you to welcome your friend. Go and kill him and be back home afterwards” he says before he leaves you to kill Leon.

Leon won‘t do anything to hurt you. He will let you hurt him if he doesn’t react close enough. He doesn’t want to harm you.

You’re still the woman he loves. The woman he had his first everything with. The woman he wanted to marry and have a child with. He never wanted to be a father but when he met you… he changed his mind.

As you kept attacking him he tried to talk to you and tell you that you still can control yourself.

“Baby please. Remember the first time we kissed. You were nervous and kept hiding your face with your hair because your face was red” it doesn’t seem to work. Nothing seems to work.

As you push his weapon away, you put a gun to his head.

You don’t talk.

“I love you Y/N. I never stopped loving you. And everyday I keep remembering how I left you there and it was eating me alive. I wanted to die because I couldn’t live without you anymore. I love you so much it was hurting my whole body. I couldn’t eat for days because I kept thinking about you. I constantly threw up because the image of you lying in your own pool of blood would keep popping up in my head. And you know what? I never threw anything from you away. Your clothes? Still sitting next to mind. Your purple Calendar with stars? It’s still on the wall. Your post it that says I love you? Still on my mirror. Even your stuffed bear. I was sleeping with that bear because it smelled just like you. And I didn’t throw away the shirt that was covered in your blood because it was the only thing that kept me going for revenge. So if you shoot me, I‘d die happily knowing it was you but I‘d still be feeling guilty because you’re being help hostage and being used” he confesses and feels ready for you to shoot him. He closes his eyes and waits for the feeling of pain but it never comes.

As he opens his eyes he sees that you’re struggling and your hand is shaking. Your gun falls from your hand and many tears are leaving you eyes.

He sees you struggle and comes to hug you. You hand is still in the position where your gun was a few moments before. He knows you’re trying to fight your way back. You try to control your body again.

You feel the enemy coming again and take all the courage and energy you saved to turn you and him over. Soon there is a gunshot echoing through the huge hallway and Leon jumps. He looks behind you and sees him. He doesn’t waste a second. He takes out his gun and shoots him multiple times.

He has a smile on his face because gets to have you again and continue with his dreams but as he looks down at you, you collapse against his chest. He immediately catches you and now the smile washed from his face.

You’ve been shot. Now you’re leaving him again.

You can’t do that. No you can’t do that to him. Not when he got you again. Not when you’re with him again.

“Please. No” he is whispering now. His heart shatters and it feels like someone is stabbing him. Literally.

“I‘m so happy you came” you tell him. All your life you‘ve been held hostage someone in your body. You knew what you were doing. And it was breaking your heart knowing you took innocent souls. But you were never able to control yourself. Not until now. You tried way too hard. Tried to get out and gain control again. But it never happened.

“I love you Leon. I‘ll wait for you” you tell him with your last energy before you close your eyes. Again you’re leaving him. But this time he‘s not leaving you behind.

He holds you and kisses your cold forehead as he carried you out of this hellhole.

“I love you more” he whispers as he takes you somewhere quite with a beautiful view to bury you. And he doesn’t leave your side. Not now. Not ever.

He disappeared from the world and just lays next to you before he buries you.

You left him again. Twice.

#re4 leon #resident evil #resident evil x reader #fanfic #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x you #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy is my boyfriend #leon kennedy is so cute #I‘m crying #why did I write this #resident evil leon #resident evil 4 #resident evil 6

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diangelosarmy · 1 year

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Ever since Apollo had been restored to God status, he’d been visiting camp more. Sometimes even spending the night in his own cabin, in the bunk that belonged to Lester. This was such a time, but there always came a point he had to leave. Still, the Apollo cabin always seemed in good spirits when he came to stay, even if it was sometimes embarrassing. Apollo was bidding each of his children a farewell on the porch of cabin 7. Nico di Angelo was also sitting lounged against a support beam. He was a little nervous to hang around the first few times Apollo had visited, but the god didn’t seem to mind his presence and that was enough for Nico.

“Oh Will, I almost forgot!” Apollo beamed, literally. “I’m just doing you a favor, so know that I mean nothing else by it alright?” Will’s expression quickly shifted to confusion but before he could ask, his father had turned away from him and in a single long stride landed in front of Nico. “What-“ Nico started, but he didn’t get a chance to finish either. In one surprisingly fluid motion the God had grabbed Nico by his shirt, hauled the demigod to his feet, and firmly pressed his lips against Nicos. Nico’s eyes went wide and his hands reached out in vain to push Apollo off of him, but he couldn’t pry himself away until the God dropped him. He failed like a wet cat and fell backwards. Will and Nico both flushed deep red. It was Will that managed to find his voice first. “Dad, what the fu-“ Apollo cut him off again “Ah, Ah, watch the language around your father” he winked as he said it. “Take a look” he gestured toward Nico.

For the first time attention turned off Apollo and toward Nico, who was still sprawled out on the ground. “What?” He demanded “What is it?” Starting from his face Nicos skin slowly darkened from the pale white it had slowly become to the Olive tan it had once been. Freckles dotted his nose and cheeks. His hair lightened from black to a dark chestnut. Even his eyes had lightened and seemed to take on golden flecks in the center. “You’re…tan” Kayla offered. Nico looked down at his hands and noticed the difference. He hadn’t been this shade since he was a child, spending his summers in the Italian sun. Not even when the Argo II had circled the African coast. He figured he’d spent too much time underground , or absorbed too much darkness to allow that anymore. “How did…” he trailed off and looked up at Apollo. Apollo winked again and did a little two finger salute “Sun kissed” He said nonchalantly “Mortals do pick up on some things. Don’t worry” he said clapping Will on the back “He’s all yours, just thought you might appreciate a little reset” Will just looked between his boyfriend and father, still too stunned to speak. “Anyway, Love you guys! Gotta run!” He exclaimed and burst into a nearly blinding flash of pure light before disappearing completely. The remaining Apollo cabin as well as Nico stayed in silence for a few long, long minutes. “Will?” Nico eventually managed as he picked himself up off the ground. Will looked at him for a long moment. “You look good. Don’t ever do that again”

#Solangelo #nico di angelo headcanon #heroes of olympus #pjo #nico di angelo #toa #percy jackson #will solace #trails of apollo #willico #hoo #pjo apollo #lester papadopoulos #this is dumb #why did i write this #diangelosarmy

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worm-on-my-way · 9 months

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honestly i feel like when people say noel should have been the angriest boy in town or smth i feel like they deeply misunderstand what they meant by that or what the romantic ideologies even were.

when they call him a romantic they mean it as in the romantic era so i just wanna list some of the stuff cos i have been learning about it and its super interesting

the romantic movement was a protest of sorts towards society moving towards a more modern world, it countered industrialism (factories and big office buildings), urbanization (cities and the removal or changing of land for human habitation), consumerism (the process of buying and selling at large rates) and secularization (lack of spirituality or religion)

the romantics main beliefs centered a lot around the idea of the self, innocence, the deification of untamed nature and a sort of manic expression of emotion, they were artists and poets and writers and musicians who made pieces criticizing the afformentioned topics or praising what they deemed good. (fun fact the romantics actually created the word "sublime" as a way to describe the awe of nature and how it compares to humanity, they were very big on the humans being less than the world around them type mindset)

so to link some of their beliefs to noel,

again they were big on the sense of self so a story that was basically a self insert works very well

monique is a very emotionally driven character, the story was very much focused on the drama of her suffering, every action she made was emotional

the idea of the tragic hero is very much pushed for in moniques story i think because we mainly get to see her side of the story and a lot of sympathy is put on her tending to make her flaws or bad actions justified (the romantics were exremely egotistical)

the setting of the story being post war france and focusing on the grimey dark side of the city that isnt always shown, france is portrayed as a very mournful and angry place with a lot of suffering and that very much alines with the romantic mindset (but also if the positive sides of paris were to be shown it would also make sense refrence 'composed of westmister bridge' by william wordsworth)

the scene of the priest leaning down to monique while she was on her death bed and asking her if she wished to say something to god and her choosing to basically challange or insult him was a good representation of the romantic beliefs towards the christian church, while the romantics were supportive of religion and spirituality they had a lot to say about the church mainly of its corruption as back during that era the church had much higher influence and some of the blame for that could be shoved onto the church.

the idea of innocence also comes up but this time as the lack of it being a negative thing, monique selling her child may also be used as an analogy here

the idea of nature and its basically godly status does not seem to be present in the life of monique but we will take what we can get i suppose

ok my little essay is over i just wanted to rant about this because its so cool anyway go read 'London' by Blake peace out

#why did i write this #i feel very stronly about this subject apparently #i have been enjoying my english classes #ride the cyclone #noel gruber

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mymultiverse00 · 7 months

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Mrs. Blum

My head is pounding. Over and over again, it’s drumming out a cadence in 4/4 time that I can feel behind my eyes, and in my ears, and all the way down to my stomach. I feel sick and hung over, but I have no idea Why I’m hungover. I don’t remember getting drunk last night. Actually, I don’t really remember anything from last night, but whatever I got up to has left me feeling sick as hell and I do not like it.

I pry my eyes open slowly and am momentarily blinded by a blazing hot sun shining in through a wall of very tall windows. Where the Hell am I? I wonder, taking a moment to try to focus on what’s going on outside, sitting up with a start when I finally start to recognize the landmarks. There’s an enormous fountain outside with dozens of people standing around it, and loud music playing in the distance. The Eiffel Tower stands across from that, looking very regal and pretty, but somehow not quite the right size. Eventually, my turtle slow brain clicks over. I’m in Las Vegas. Why the hell am I in Las Vegas? I really need some answers.

I look around the room a little and confirm that I am in a very large suite at the Bellagio Hotel, and judging by the overturned bottles and dirty glasses everywhere, I’ve been having a party. A tiny twinge between my thighs and complete lack of clothing tells me I’ve also been having sex, and likely quite a lot of it, but with who? That mystery is about to solve itself when the bathroom door suddenly flies open and a very naked and very aroused Roland Blum steps out.

“Roland! What the fuck are you doing here?” I shout, yanking sheets and blankets up over myself to hide my naked body.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Y/n!” He growls back. “Could you keep your screeching to a minimum this morning? I’m hungover as fuck and that’s not helping.”

“Sorry, you just surprised me is all, but what in the world is going on here? What are you doing in my hotel room and why the hell are we in Las Vegas?”

“Well, Mrs. Blum,” he began, swaggering over to join me on the bed. “First of all, it’s our hotel room. And second, it was your idea to come here in the first place, but I guess you chose to forget that.”

“My idea…? Wait. What did you just call me?”

“Mrs. Blum. Unless you want to keep your maiden name like some kind of bra burning feminist? We got married last night, kid.” He flashes his left hand at me, showing off a gold wedding band.

“What?!” I squeaked, scrambling to check my own ring finger and finding an enormous diamond resting there.

“Yeah. You came over to my place last night, crying about some shit that probably doesn’t matter and I offered to fuck you. You said the only way you would ever fuck me is if we got married so… there you go,” he concluded with his hands spread wide like some corny magician, giving me that self satisfied smile he always wears when he knows he’s won an argument.

“So you’re telling me, you drove us all the way to Vegas - to marry me - just so you could get some pussy?” I ask in disbelief.

“You’re damn right I did.”

“Huh.” I sit back against the headboard, taking in this new information and trying like hell to recall any of those events. “Was it any good?”

Roland gives me an offended look. “I’m gonna pretend you didn’t ask me that, doll.”

“Well, I don’t know! I’ve never had sex with you before, not sober or as a married woman. I have nothing to compare it to.”

“Well then, let me tell you, wife,” he says lasciviously, slowly pulling down the sheets to expose my bare breasts to his eyes. “Married pussy is the best pussy. You wrapped your long legs around my head so goddamn tight last night, I thought I was going to pass out a couple of times! Then you did this thing to my ass…,” he shivers at the memory. “You’re a real freak, Y/n, and I gotta say, I like it!”

“And you’re ok with being married? To me?” I ask timidly.

“Fuck yes, Y/n. I’ve wanted to get inside your snatch for years! I got my trophy now, and I’m keeping it.” He leans over and kisses me roughly on the mouth. His beard tickles, but in the best way.

“So what do we do now?” I ask.

“Well, if you’re hungry, I can feed you my dick. If you’re not, I’ll eat your ass until you pass out. After that, who the fuck cares?”

I giggle. I’m beginning to come around to the idea of being married to this foul mouthed lawyer, and I’m thinking it might be helpful if I could remember having sex with my new husband, so I give in.

“Tell you what, husband. I’m going to order some room service from downstairs and then I’m going to eat it while I sit on your face.”

He growls in response, sliding in closer to me so his massive cock rubs against the side of my thigh. He starts sucking a bruise onto the side of my neck and pulling at my nipples.

“After we eat, if you’ve been a good boy, I’ll let you rail me against those big glass windows over there, for all the tourists to see.” His head pops up and he smiles widely.

“Goddamn it, Y/n. I fucking love being married to you.”

“Good. Now, I’ll sort out my breakfast, why don’t you sort out yours?”

“Yes, Mrs. Blum.”

The End

#roland blum #reader insert #Roland blum x reader #not beta'd #why did i write this #the good fight #michael sheen

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