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Rhysand’s Wings
Rhysand x Feyre The Story takes place in A Court of Mist and Fury
Rhysands' violet gaze dawned on me. After our first time, well, first of many, I was growing more and more curious about the capability and the potential of what I could do to his wings. It kept crawling back to me, the few murmurs and taunts about how sensitive to the touch Illyrian men's wings can get. How I can bring him to completion by my mere contact, just has to be in the right spot.
Been a While, Hasn’t It.
Originally from one of the chapters that was dulled out as this was getting to be too much for a single chapter-- enjoy <3
DARKIPLIER x READER
TW // CNC, Blood, Knives, Mind Corruption, Pain Inducing Scene
Both Partners gave verbal consent beforehand, this was a planned scene. Don't sue me.
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But, you didn't like this. You didn't want it to go where it was heading.
"You'll learn to like this, my dear. It's just something to get used to." He tried to comfort you. His voice was so soothing, but you tried to not let it get to you.
But, what frightened you the most is that you found yourself to be fully undressed.
"Please, don't do this." You begged, shaking your head while you felt a hand graze over your calf, and up to your knee.
"But baby, isn't this what you deserve?" Dark cooed while he lingered over you, now directly above you.
You didn't respond as you felt your mind just accept this.
"God, you're beautiful." He growled, forcefully kissing you. Something about him was so intoxicating. His touch, although you were terrified was so alluring. You wanted to be in his grasp. This was far better than anything you have had yet with him... so might as well take it.
"See? I can be soft and gentle, this is how I normally am, my sweet. Don't you forget that?" He assured you, slowly moving his bites and nibbles down your jaw, you felt a forced whimper come up your throat. Your body was enjoying this, but was your mind?
Your thoughts battled each other, whether you should let this happen, or struggle. Maybe you do want it.
"Yes, maybe you do." His breath was ice cold, sending shivers down your spine as he began to leave deep purple marks along your neck and down to your collarbone.
You felt his kisses slowly meltdown to your breasts, leaving all sorts of bite marks scattered on them. Your subconscious forces your hips to buck slightly for more, Dark looks up at you- a seductive grin plastered on his face.
To be practical, you were grinding on him, to the point that you realized it- somewhat feeling something firm that was covered more or less rubbing against your heat that began to grow. His breath hitched in the pleasure you are giving him.
"Aren't you a needy girl, huh." He cooed, watching your body be desperate for his soft and sensual touch. You nod, embarrassed- you looked away.
But, his hand gripped onto your jaw, making you stare at his dark gaze.
"But, I am afraid I cannot fulfill your needs just yet, darling. You have to have patience, you have to wait for it." That once nurturing body language that he obtained was soon fading away, as he now had you wrapped around his finger, and he's going to enjoy it.
His calloused hands that caressed you in ways you couldn't comprehend left your body, the bed now empty- the only pressure on it was your restrained self. As he got up, he left to get something across the room. There was a metal basket- what was contained inside it was hidden. He picked up the tiny holder and set it on the end table near your head.
He looked down at you, but all you saw was his silhouette, stalking over you. Little did you know, he was just gazing down in admiration. You, submitting to him this easily. He picked up this tiny thing from the basket, but you still couldn't see it as he was blocking the moonlight that came glistening through the windows behind him. You watch him take this small thing- hovering it over your skin. A small drop of water, cold cold water, fell onto your skin.
Of course, it's ice.
He then slowly traced it along your skin, the icy sensation going through your spine as your back arches, trying to avoid it-- but unable to. Your breath hitches as the ice tread its' way to your areolas- circling one just lightly enough to make them hard. He then lifts the ice, going to the other, then back down onto your chest, sliding it down to your stomach and abdomen. The cold residue of water rests on your skin.
"It's so peculiar when I see you enjoy this, I can see it in your eyes," Dark suspired, now letting the melted ice pool on your abdomen. The cold water now dripping down your sides as you feel yourself arch your back again- it doesn't help that when you do that, the water is now down your back, seeping into the made bed beneath you.
"Even though you deny it, don't you, pet."
That name ticked off something in your head, the need to struggle- you had to. You can't just let him corrupt your mind this easily. Although you want him to win, you want to fight. Let him earn this control over you, and so you did.
Dark hovered over you again, this time just observing you- your body language.
"I thought I was closer than this... alright then." He got up again, then taking off the blazer he had one, now revealing the vest that covered his white button-down. He then rolled up his sleeves up to his elbows, revealing his toned forearms and hands to their complete power.
Dark then took something out of his back pocket. Something metallic- and he flicked it open. The moonlight reflected off the sharp edges.
"You know your safeword." He reminded you, you nodding in return. The flattened edge of the pocket blade hovered over your thighs.
He stood at the side of the bed, still in the way of your direct light with the moon, but still had a light on where he wanted it the most.
"Oh so bare thighs you have, pet- I can remedy that." Dark glided the tip of the knife just barely at your skin, making you jolt in shock.
You felt a slight sting when you did move, causing him to lean to your face, pressing his free hand onto your throat.
"I suggest staying still if you don't want to suffer the consequences." His tone was stern. One wrong move and you would be out of there with more than a mark.
You nodded quickly, his grip on your throat loosened, but was still there- just keeping you still as best as he could. The restrains sure did help.
The tip of the knife went back onto your skin, not enough to break any tissue- but to feel a sharp edge. It was cold, it honestly felt even colder than the ice, but maybe that's the point.
It then started, you felt a much more striking sting, the warm blood trickling down into your inner thighs and onto the black bedding beneath you. You whimpered, your breath hitching as he continued making his art on your thigh. Tears began to pool at the edges of your eyes- an occasional few drops slid down your face into your hair.
"Keep breathing and it will hurt less, I promise," Dark said, not looking at you while you stared at his shadowed body standing by you.
He is very perceptive, monitoring you at all times- it was very helpful.
After a couple of minutes, you felt him lean over, applying pressure onto the bed as he began to lick up some of the blood that was still on your thigh. Although it was one way to clean up, it was still a painful one as his tongue glided over the mark he left on you.
"Would you like to see it?" He went over to the end table, grabbing a handheld mirror.
You didn't respond, so he showed you anyways. He reflected the mirror in a way so you can see his signature, carved into your right thigh. It was bloody but perfectly outlined.
You only could react in a muffled whimper as you bit your lip, the pain the only thing on your mind. You had a love/hate relationship with it.
"The stinging will be gone soon, there will be many other things for you to focus on, don't worry Bunny." Dark set down the mirror and knife on the end table.
As much as he seemed to be caring and nurturing over you, how you're doing- you knew he enjoyed seeing you in this state, in this pain he's causing. This way of submitting and letting him do this to you, yet you think you're fighting it. Pitiful.
Isn't it fun when a thought pops up in your head, and it isn't even yours?
For what seemed like an impulse, Dark went to the foot of the bed, undoing the shackles that were on your feet. One after another, you scrunched your leg, sort of defending yourself- a shield in a way. But, would it block him from getting what he truly desires.
Dark knew you would react this way, unfortunately. His goal by the end of this all is to embed himself into your mind, submitting to him instantly- no fear, no doubt, just him.
He slid a box out from under the supported bed- a thin yet sturdy black rope was now in his possession.
You watched him in silence as he began to grip onto your leg, tying a knot around your thigh, wrapping it around to your calf. The only audible thing was your breathy whimpers and the friction of the rope and his aggressive clutch.
He then did the same to your other leg, now both legs bound their respective calves. You lied there, on your back, each hand-tied cuffed to the ropes on the opposing corners on the headboard, and legs wounded in a beautiful black rope.
"Thank you for being so patient, princess."
Reblog if you think it’s okay to platonically say “I Love You” to your friends
Slams the reblog button so damn fast
uh-huh.
okay but has anyone made an imagine with Billy or Steve with this song or no??? it came out in 1983 (came out around April so, it can be the reader having a Sixteen Candles moment with either Billy or Steve in the current year 1985 obviously but whatever floats your hair boat)
Making a blurb for it right now hun <3
For the character- you never know who it may be <3
Calling a canon bisexual woman a lesbian becuase she has a female love interest or is in a wlw relationship is bisexual erasure and biphobic!!!!
Same thing goes for bisexual men and mlm relationships!!!!!
REBLOG THIS VERSION TOO YOU COWARDS
Same thing for bisexual people in m/f relationships that people call straight.
My Dreams are Always Cruel to Me
Music Behind It: Song for the Sleepless (click here) Summary: Steve comes over for something he regrets telling you, so he does it harshly.
Genre: Sad Fluff
Warnings: Sad stuff, i guess.
A/N: I feel like trash, so I came up with this. Maybe add another part if anyone wants it!
Steve sat there next to you, looking at you with empty eyes. I'm so sorry" He mumbles. He avoids eye contact afterward, looking down at his fumbling fingernails. It hurt to hear him say that, you never knew this was the end. The end of your happiness with him. He was so forward and direct, so out of the blue. "I still want to be friends-" he was interrupted by your claim "You never told me. Why did you never tell me.." You say, your voice going in and out, trying to hold in your tears as you sit crisscrossed on your large bed.
"I just lost the feeling." Steve finally came up with the answer. You look at him. "That fast?" You look at him, trying to see if he really means this in his hazel eyes. "I said, I'm so sorry." Steve turns his head, looking out the window. The rain poured against it. "Go." You mumble. "W-what?" Steve leans down, looking at your eyes, they are filled with tears, real tears. he hated seeing you cry. "Just, go!" You choke up, almost yelling at him. You point at the open door. He furrows his eyebrows as he gets up to walk out, grabbing his black jacket off the edge of your bed on his way out.
When he reaches the front door. He stops. Your sobs into your pillows echoed around the vacant house. He couldn't do this to you, to himself. But, he had to. He left a letter at the door as he walked outside and closed it. He walked over when it was so sunny and nice, now it's dark and pouring rain. His hoodie drenched as he walked home. You cried yourself to sleep, from confusion and grief of what just happened.
When you woke up, you ran downstairs, hoping to see him there, waiting. He wasn't, but what was in his place was a letter. You picked it up, your name was written on it, in perfect cursive. You couldn't help but release a tear down your cheek, as it drops onto the paper. You open it, reading what it had to say.
'Y/N,
Hey, I know what I did must've hurt. I didn't say why I'm leaving because- it hurts enough for me to say it. I care about you a ton, but you know I have to go somehow. My family is moving, and I'm coming to. San Francisco. I don't want some longterm relationship, as my last was awful. Just know I love you, and always will.
-Steve
'
You lost it, dropping to your knees. That's how he would say goodbye? Really? He could've given you a hug, a memory of him. Instead, he gave you a letter, a small one. He never told you how much he cared about you. But maybe he will in the future. Whenever that may be. You want to say goodbye, in person.
Sneak Peek: A Night with His Family
Warnings: None Genre: Fluff Summary: You finally meet Jesse’s family, for dinner.
A/N: This is a Full House Fanfiction! And also no where near done, I believe. You walk down the busy streets of San Fransisco 1992, watching the cars drive past you. The streets you cross were full of diverse individuals from around the globe. As you walk down the final street around Six PM on that Wednesday evening, you see the pristine residence of the Tanners. You sigh, getting yourself ready for the big and joyous looking family indoors. You stroll up the small stairs and ring the doorbell next to the large doors. There was a faint voice inside saying 'coming! I'm coming'.
Dustin's Moving Night
Summary: Dustin finally comes home, to a vacant home and a new pet.
Warnings: None
Genre: Fluff ish?
A/N: This is pretty short, I used this for a test on a Stranger Things Discord RP server, so enjoy!
Dustin biked up the very boring hill to his house after school, not paying attention to the falling brown leaves around him. His neighborhood was very quiet, filled with older couples who have lived there for decades. Dustin's bike stumbled over something small and slowly stopped. He looks down at the front tire. "Fuuuckkkk" He grumbled. He got off to look at what happened. A nail, again.
Dustin's neighbor Daryl doesn't clean up his work after the wind drifts through the block each evening. "Not again." Dustin scoffs. The front tire deflates more and more til you can see the metal retaining the old tire together. Dustin huffs as he trots up the steep hill to his final destination. When he reaches his home, he stops there to catch his breath. "Jesus Christ" He coughs. He rested the bike against the side of the house, trying to forget about his bike. He had to study. He hated studying.
Dustin opened the unlocked door, walking into the vacant house. The last time he would ever see this house. They were moving- this was his last night there. All they had left was a TV, snacks, cat food- for their new cat, his turtle, and two beds. His mom was still at work- for some reason. Dustin exhaled sharply as he felt soft fur against his calves. Their cat, Hobbes looked up at him with his hazel eyes. "Hey, Hobbes. How are you doing" Dustin knelt to pet him? Hobbes purred as Dustin ran his fingertips across his cheek.
"I know, it's so strange. We're moving" Dustin frowned softly. He liked that house, even though there was some gory stuff that happened there. He got up to go to his room, the door closed shut- that's how he liked it. He opened the door, to see his turtle. "Hey buddy, missed me?" Dustin asked as he slowly walked over to the turtle's home. The turtle stared blankly at the wall behind him, the usual. He lay back onto his bed, the warmth of his blankets behind him running down his somewhat sweaty back. "I hate jean jackets" He huffs. He liked them, somewhat- just not in this heat.
Dustin sat up, taking his backpack off to grab his textbook Mr. Clarke gave him in Biology. he opened it to a bookmarked page. "Tadpoles.." He hummed. 'Why are we even learning about this?' Dustin thought to himself. He enjoys being in Mr. Clarke's class, and the topics they learned about- well most of them. Some just seemed unreasonable to him. Like, in what way would TADPOOLS help him in the future? Of course, they're cool- but not to him. He enjoys engineering the most. Being able to build things, learn about that. He couldn't have that class though, this semester. That made him extremely down that year.
Suddenly, there was a click and the sound of a garage opening. His mom was home. Dustin sat up to the sound and ran out of his room to greet her. When Ms. Henderson walked in, she hummed with a joyous tone. "Hey Dusty!" She exclaims. She loves her son with a passion. The light of her world, those shiny pearls of his. "Hey, mom" Dustin waves. His mother sat down her purse on the kitchen counter. "How was school?" She asked, turning around to give Dustin a nice hug. "It was good- I'm good," He said, muffed by her cardigan. "How was your job? Meals on Wheels is good right?" Dustin said as he finally pulled away from the hug. "Yes, yes it was so fine!" His mother smiled.
"Good. I'm glad." Dustin hummed, backing away to lean against the muted color of a wall. "So, we're out of here by seven, so get packing," His mom said, unplugging the TV. "On it mom" He huffed. It took his mind off of studying and the bike, oh lord the bike. Second time this MONTH. If he told his mother, she may not get another bike. He strolled back into his room and shut the door. His exhale was deep, filled with relief. He was fine, good- great.
Sneak Peek: Heated Showers 18+
A/N: Enjoy a sneak peek of a fanfiction coming out soon. and maybe a series i dont know you tell me man
You sit down on your mothers leather couch with your brother, Dusty and his friends. "Can you please go?" Dustin whines, turning to you after a minute of silence. "Dustin-" You were interrupted by him begging you again. "Fine! Fine! I'll go!" You exclaim. Dustin sighs, and smiles. "Thanks." He responds. His friends finally jump up off the floor, hearing a car pull up to the curb and honk a few times. "He's here!" Lucas says. Earlier, Dustin called Steve to be their carpool to the pool, and after pleading why they should go, Steve finally said yes.
Steve has liked you now for a couple of years- and hasn't been able to let that go (even when he was with Nancy). You know he likes you though, from Dustin. Dustin and Steve gossip all the time about these things, and it just spilled out of him a few days ago. You don't care about it though, because you like him too. Mike, Max, and Lucas ran out to the car, hopping into the back seat. You walk up behind them, in your one-piece swimsuit with black and yellow and pink poke-a-dots spread around it. Your skin glistens softly in the sun as you reach the passenger door handle. Steve leans forward, watching you. You hop in and buckle your seatbelt. You finally turn to glance at him. He finally breaks his gaze by shaking his head. "Hey- uh hi!" Steve exclaims. The kids stare at Steve, wondering what awkward move he will make next.
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His New Camaro 18+
Request: 'hi! may i request a billy x reader, where the reader is a top notch mechanic bc her father is one and taught them how to fix cars, and the reader ends up fixing billys car and they flirt every so often in the shop and eventually end up gettin nasty in the back seat of his (newly fixed) camaro? i hope that makes sense lol' I can do this! (I'm so sorry it's a bit late, have been working on a few other requests <3) Warnings: SMUT!, Flirty Billy, Oral (Male), Swearing, Edging, a little little little bit of dry humping, squirting, facefucking, pounding, some overstimulation, just FILTH.
I got into this one I'm sorry okay <3
Word Count: 2.4k
You opened up your father's car repair shop around eight in the morning, not expecting what would come today. A few cars come in- with you fixing their tires or their engine. It was like every normal day. But later that afternoon, a car rolled up- with its engine revving as the mysterious man hits the breaks. You got up from your chair and strolled over to the blue Camaro across the building. "Hey, welcome to the Y/L/N Vehicle Repair Shop!" You exclaim. it was what you're sort of forced to say. The man steps out of his car and shuts it.
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