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My body: You're getting headaches and dizziness and blurred vision. You're craving steak. You literally ate the salad off of your sisters plate the other night at the restaurant and it was just a side of spinach leaves, because it 'looked good'. You haven't taken your iron tablets for a month. How can I make it any more obvious to you you idiot??
One of my favourite things about a certain mystery mini series based on a book that I will not name because I don't wanna spoil it for anyone (even though its very old and the statute of limitations m u s t be ended by now. surely), is that you have this full cast of actors who you don't really know all that well-- and then you have Very Popular Classical Actor known for playing Evil Villains...
And they still expect you to be surprised in the end.
Inkubus having an older brother (not necessarily blood related, just both being ancient lust demons) who is equally as wicked and cruel and prideful, just maybe a tad more sophisticated, and just loves to mess with him in a mean older brother kind of way. Altogether he's very similar to Ink, but more settled. He's a couple centuries older and theirs stillness in his bones. Unshakeable. He doesnt care about mortals and their drama, he certainly doesnt care what they think of his dealings. Give the credit to chickens, for all he cares. But Oh, does he find it hilarious how much stock his younger brother puts into it. And what is it he's calling himself?? Inkubus?? With an inverted K!? Oh thats embarrassing, even for him.
He pops by every few years, m u c h to Inkubus' displeasure. Just appears and hangs out for a week or two, teasing him about every little thing he does purely for his own amusement. And he's never rattled, which just drives Ink further up the wall.
Inkubus having an older brother (not necessarily blood related, just both being ancient lust demons) who is equally as wicked and cruel and prideful, just maybe a tad more sophisticated, and just loves to mess with him in a mean older brother kind of way. Altogether he's very similar to Ink, but more settled. He's a couple centuries older and theirs stillness in his bones. Unshakeable. He doesnt care about mortals and their drama, he certainly doesnt care what they think of his dealings. Give the credit to chickens, for all he cares. But Oh, does he find it hilarious how much stock his younger brother puts into it. And what is it he's calling himself?? Inkubus?? With an inverted K!? Oh thats embarrassing, even for him.
He pops by every few years, m u c h to Inkubus' displeasure. Just appears and hangs out for a week or two, teasing him about every little thing he does purely for his own amusement. And he's never rattled, which just drives Ink further up the wall.
"Don't get tattoo's, you're a woman, it's annattactive"
Its so embarrassing for you that you think I'm trying to attract you. I'm exclusively trying to attract fictional men played by Robert Englund and Disney Villains. Thank you and goodbye now.
I swear my dad just gave the same exact uncomfortable girl dad laugh as John Dutton did when Beth said the blush got fucked out of her years ago. Because I casually used the word 'garrote'. !! Huh?? What of it?? XD
Plot: Scarecrow tries to convince you he doesnt give a damn about you.
"Now you've made your choice. And you're going to regret it. Forever. And all you'll have... is an empty heart. And a chipped cup." - Belle, Once Upon A Time
Warnings: Angst. Glinda.
Glinda was making him do this, you knew it. But it didn't make it hurt any less.
You don't even know if she wants him. Maybe she just doesnt like her favourite little tool to have his attention anywhere but on her. Her plans. Or who knows? Maybe she is in love with him and she just has an extremely weird way of showing it, but either way- you k n o w that you mean more to him then his turned back is making you feel right now. And that just makes it worse.
"... don't do this." You whisper. Small, timid, afraid. You half hope he'll stop this at the sound of the tremor in your voice, turn around and wrap you up in his long limbs and a tight hug. Like he would have before Glinda stuffed her poisonous words down his canvas throat.
... But he doesnt, of course; he's different now.
Scarecrow doesnt look at you at all, just continues fiddling with a dubious looking gadget at his work bench. Theirs an air of disconnect in his voice when he talks, like he doesn't care and quite frankly he's annoyed that you're bothering him with this. "You know I never had a heart, like our dear old friend Nick. I don't even know how you convinced yourself that I cared this long. Foolish, even for you."
He always had it in him; the potential to be this. The calculated, cruel curiosity that meant nothing else mattered until he got his answer. The lack of empathy when the scenario became his research or their lives. But despite that, Scarecrow was good. He was so good; thats why you loved him. There was no heart in that stuffed chest, no, but he knew who he was and what was right and who mattered to him. What was important. He knew.
He was wonderful. Always knew just what to do when you were in trouble or lost or sad.
But then he let Glinda manipulate him, like a brainless idiot.
She made him think only she saw the greatness in him, and that his kindness held him back. And you saw what he did to that flying monkey- she turned him into a monster.
Tears fill up your eyes at his nasty, scathing words. "You're such a liar. You care about me, and you know it. I'm the fool?? You're letting Glinda turn you into a plaything."
At that he drops the thing he was working on and abruptly turns around, anger in the movement that makes you flinch; no longer disinterested, at least. His ego hurt. But he doesnt lash out; he reaches back and grips the bench so tightly in his glove hands that you hear the wood creak under his strength. "... watch what you say to me, Y/N. I'm doing you a favour." His words are steady, but in a way thats terrifying. Like he's only just controlling himself. And there's a knew darkness in his button eyes that you cant explain, that makes you feel cold and alone just looking at him. He raises his head to look at you and you're encompassed by that feeling; trapped. Those eyes suck you in like a black hole, almost like he's trying to keep a part of you here. With him. Stolen away and kept secret. "You were an experiment that has thoroughly run its course. I should dismantle your body and use you for something else now, something improved, but I'm allowing you to leave here with all your limbs, organs, bones, and skin. So be grateful to me, hm?" He turns away from you again, with a shrug. And you should feel relieved to not have him looking at you like that any longer, to not have that gaze laving all over you, but you're trembling. That was the last he would look at you.
That air of disconnect returns to his voice. "And get out."
... one last silent moment passes you by, just the two of you alone, before you take in a shaky breath and you force your eyes to become hard on his back. He will not hear you cry over him- not this version of him. Not this monster he is now. "... fine. You've made your choice."
"Gee thanks for your approval. Didnt I say get out?"
"I would have loved you despite what you've become. I would've- well, it doesnt matter." Turning away and heading for the door, you finally allow heartbreak to turn your frustration to hatred. "Don't come crawling back to me when you regret this."
"Oh, no fear of that."
"For your sake I hope not."
~
The door to his new laboratory slams closed so hard that it shakes, and Scarecrow is finally, blissfully, alone. To his thoughts, and his inventions, and his books. No more distractions, no more friends, no more you. Well, there's Dorothy, the the Tinman, and the Lion. But he can manipulate his old friends easily enough, luckily they aren't as bright as you are. And of course, Glinda has her eyes and ears everywhere, even here in his private chamber, but he's glad she saw that. She was supposed to. He'll never see you again, he expects, and thats how he protects you from her.
Glinda was never going to allow you peace as long as you remained near to him. Ideally, he's certain, she would have had him dissect you, but that would be a waste, and the Scarecrow was not wasteful. He would not waste you.
... an innocent little soap bubble wanders silently into the room then, behind him. Inconspicuous, despite the shimmering pink tint. The only reason that Scarecrow notices at all is because he was expecting her.
The bubble gives a little pop!, and there in all her seductive glory appears Glinda the good witch. "Well done, my Scarecrow~ "
"Pleased, Glinda?"
"Oh, I wouldn't say that. The poor girl looked heartbroken when she left. Such a shame~ " He could hear the pout on her glittery pink lips right there in her voice, but Scarecrow is smart. And he doesnt allow her to know how badly he would like to ring her pretty neck for it. "I do think you did the right thing, though. Don't you?"
"Mhm." Hopefully she takes his disinterest as a lack of attention paid- he's extremely busy with this gadget for the Woodman, after all. "She was a distraction. Dangerously close to wasting my valuable time."
"I agree, Scarecrow, I do, but I wonder... " The witch wonders closer to him, so close he could feel her chest brushing against his back and her damp breath on his canvas skin. She peers over his shoulder, her lips near to his ear. This should make him dizzy. The close proximity, the scent of her flowery perfume, the touch of her breasts. But she was not Y/N. However, this is an extremely dangerous thought to have. "I do wonder,.. why you didn't use her body for your research, my dear. I expect that would have been lovely and convenient, don't you?"
With a frustrated sigh of annoyance, Scarecrow rolls his button eyes upwards to the ceiling. "The girl was defective. I couldn't have used her."
"Hm. She looked perfectly fine, to me."
"Not all defects you can see on the outside, Glinda." Like your reprehensible personality, you old witch.
Apparently its the Scarecrows lucky day, because whether she believes him or not, Glinda allows it. She wanders away from his body again, allowing him to relax again and hope she leaves. She never was all that interested in him, after she got what she wanted. "... well thats a shame."
"Hold still, will 'ya?" The mean bastard said- or rather ordered- as he roughly pinned your hips down and still, pushing his cock further inside you. As far as he could go at least; he was already so deep inside you, "The point 'a this is that you don't get to move 'til I'm done. Got it?"
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Jim Bickerman
His beard scratched at the skin of your cheek, though you could also feel that amused smirk on his face even while he pressed kisses to your cheek. His calloused hands traveled down to your currently bare hips and thighs, letting out a chuckle when you tried to subtly roll your hips on his dick, "Ah, c'mon sugar, just a little longer? I think you need this as much as I do anyway~"
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Jafar
You let out a content moan as you leaned back against the vizier's chest. It had been such a long and unforgiving day, and now, you two were relaxing with each other; his cock buried balls deep inside your warm cunt, and you were all too happy to enjoy this perfectly full feeling. The sinful purr Jafar let out was enough to make you clench more around him, but then he spoke, "When I am sultan, my first order will be to set aside more time to enjoy my servant more often~"
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Greasy Weasel
"Mi vida~" His husky voice was laced with lust- more so than usual, he loved it when you were in this state- as he took a break from sucking on your neck to breath in your ear. Not once did he stop rubbing your clit or loosen his grip on the leg he was propping up for you. You could tell with the occasional rocking of his hips that he desperately wanted to start thrusting and chase his own pleasure. But he wouldn't. He knew you needed this right now, "Relax, mi amor~ Just let me take care of you tonight~"
(You probably already know who this is, but I felt like going on anon tonight XD I hope you enjoyed these! ^^)
I... THANK YOU! These hit the exact spot I needed!! I see that cheeky little smile but these genuinely helped so much!! Omg, I was just sitting there reading them and rereading them for like 20 minutes, I swear XD
I had to write more for them!! <;3<3<3<3 I hope thatâs okay !
Warnings for, obviously, cockwarming and smutty themes- and also, periods. Also because this is very self-indulgent the reader is an afab female.
Otis B Driftwood:
"Hold still, will 'ya?" The mean bastard said- or rather ordered- as he roughly pinned your hips down and still, pushing his cock further inside you. As far as he could go at least; he was already so deep inside you, "The point 'a this is that you don't get to move 'til I'm done. Got it?"
~
Feeling sleepy, warm and fulfilled, you stretch your arms up and arch your back like a cat before sighing, dropping your arms onto Otisâ shoulders, and nodding. âYeah,â You yawn, shifting only enough to press your pelvis against his. âI got it⌠â
âHmm, lookit that⌠âHe grins cruelly. Being too tired to be scared of him right now, and feeling too lovely and full because the bastard actually has the perfect cock for you besides, you just blink at him; a hazy look on your face.
âHm?â
âYou couldnât even last 2 seconds keeping fucken still. Youâre that dumb.â
Rolling your eyes gently and sighing quickly, you give a sad little pout. âSorry, Otis⌠I just⌠wanted to be closer to you⌠â
Looking at you like this, so weak and dumb in his lap painting his hard dick red with your cunt-blood, Otis - for once, - gives you a pass. Youâre just too fucking cute like this, and feeling so good and hot around him, that he cant bring himself to push you off even for a goddamn second. No. He wouldnât even let you go if someone walked in and shot at him. Youâre gonna sit and squeeze his cock until youâre crying and begging for him to move, and then⌠well, he probably still wonât. Ha. Sucks to be her.
â⌠Okay, baby doll,â He smirks, leaning back slowly until heâs lying down, and gestures for you to follow and lay on his chest- which youâre all-too-happy to do, snuggling into him like a hot water bottle. His beard tickles your nose but that just make you smile into his neck, nuzzling into him more and giving him a little kiss. âStay still okay? Gonna take a nap. Donât fucken wake me.â
âOkay Otis⌠love you⌠â
Jim Bickerman:
His beard scratched at the skin of your cheek, though you could also feel that amused smirk on his face even while he pressed kisses to your cheek. His calloused hands traveled down to your currently bare hips and thighs, letting out a chuckle when you tried to subtly roll your hips on his dick, "Ah, c'mon sugar, just a little longer? I think you need this as much as I do anyway~"
~
Giving a heavy groan, full of exhaustion and frustration, you settle more closely into Jimâs lap with your legs draped around his hips, and wrap your arms around his neck; Hugging him close and burying your head in his shoulder. You nod. âYouâre right about that⌠â
âRelax, honey, Iâll take care aâ you.â Not that its going to be easy at all, he thinks, shifting uncomfortably at the feeling of your sweet little cunt bleeding and throbbinâ round him. Heâs gonna try, though. For you. You just looked so damn worn out when you came home, complaining about the people you work with and your cramps, and the smile you gave him was so tired- he just wanted to cheer you up.
You laughed at his jokes when he tried to do it that way, but you were still so exhausted and droopy- so, plan B.
He loved plan B, but goddamn was it torture.
â⌠knew I kept you around for a reason⌠âYou mumble, grinning into his flannel.
âYeah, happy to remind you.â That rouses a chuckle out of you, before you take in a sharp, deep breath, and sit up straight again. Jimâs eyebrows furrow, and heâs about to reach out for you again to relax- but youâre just reaching back to unclip your bra and slip it out of the bottom of your shirt. You chuck it off to the corner of the room, flashing him a side eye afterwards.
â⌠donât get any ideas.â You joke, your grin already becoming lighter and less frustrated.
Giving a shrug back and a wide-eyed âinnocentâ look, Jim shakes his head. âWouldnât dream of it, sweetheart.â
You lean forward and rest yourself against him again, curling into him and burying your nose in his shoulder once more; Closing your eyes and giving a pleased sigh when he slips his hands under the back of your shirt.
Jafar:
You let out a content moan as you leaned back against the vizier's chest. It had been such a long and unforgiving day, and now, you two were relaxing with each other; his cock buried balls deep inside your warm cunt, and you were all too happy to enjoy this perfectly full feeling. The sinful purr Jafar let out was enough to make you clench more around him, but then he spoke, "When I am sultan, my first order will be to set aside more time to enjoy my servant more often~"
~
âPerhaps weâll stow away every month for an entire week⌠âHe goes on, smirking hotly against the side of your head. â⌠I do love it when you bleed⌠â
âYeah, fucking really helps with cramps⌠I feel so much better already⌠âTurning your head, you give Jafar a little kiss on the corner of his mouth; Twisting his beard around your fingers.
At this, Jafar pauses. â⌠well, thatâs obviously a bonus.â
âHa.â You say, rolling your eyes and letting go of his beard, resting back against his chest again; His body heat amazing against your lower back. Your eyes slowly fall closed, your head resting back against one of his broad shoulders. It feels so goodâŚ
With your knees bent and pointed towards the ceiling, your pussy - stretched around Jafarâs cock, coating it in slick and heavy flow, - is bare and Jafar takes this as an opportunity to reach around and use two fingers to stroke your sensitive lips around his length- just as a âbonusâ.
Immediately your lips fall open and breathy moans start to slip from you while he grins and watches you writhe. You are beautiful, especially in this state - a mess from such a long, terrible day and all his, -, in your rightful place spread across his regal lap. Keeping him hot and wet, filling his ears with your sweet sounds⌠completely exposed and practically belonging to him.
⌠You were born a lowly servant⌠but itâs obvious you were meant to be his Sultana. And he will get you there.
Greasy Weasel:
"Mi vida~" His husky voice was laced with lust- more so than usual, he loved it when you were in this state- as he took a break from sucking on your neck to breath in your ear. Not once did he stop rubbing your clit or loosen his grip on the leg he was propping up for you. You could tell with the occasional rocking of his hips that he desperately wanted to start thrusting and chase his own pleasure. But he wouldn't. He knew you needed this right now, "Relax, mi amor~ Just let me take care of you tonight~"
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âGreas-yyy⌠â
âI know, I know⌠âTilting his head and focusing in on your pretty little cunt, all pink and spread around him, his thumb skilfully keeping you at just the right place without making you cum. He may not have as much experience with the ladies that he would like, but he does know you and your body⌠He could play you like a fiddle if he wished to. And usually, he does. âIâve got you, mi amore⌠â
But tonight is about you. Youâve had such a long couple of days, Smartass has pushed you too hard in his opinion, especially in your current state~⌠you just need a little bedroom time with him, though, and youâll feel so much better. Heâs sure.
âI-⌠I love you⌠This feels so good⌠âYour fingers curl into the fabric of his suit jacket, pulling him adorably closer- god, mierda⌠you really are irresistible in this state~ So needy, and whiny⌠Itâs taking all he has to not ravage you. Screw you, until youâre a shaking mess and the other boys can all hear you shamelessly begging for him~... âThank⌠you⌠â
âOf course, Y/N⌠âGreasy looks up, then, at your beautiful face, and canât help leaning in to give you a kiss on the corner of your mouth. You just look so sweet, and pliant⌠God, he loves you. He has it so bad. Do you even know what youâve done to him?? âAny time.â
You pull him back, then, to kiss you properly and fuck- mierda- damnit- you kiss him right now just as needily as you sound; Your lips warm and perfect, sucking against his as your tongue licks greedily along his. He allows himself to kiss you back as nastily as he wants to fuck you, swallowing your cute moans and feeling his cock twitch inside you.
Oh no no no! Immediately Greasy rips his mouth away from you, pressing his forehead against yours, breathing heavily and focusing for a moment on just bringing himself back from the brink; Getting a hold of himself. No, no. No cumming yet.
HappilyN'EverAfter!Frieda x AFAB!Reader || Smexcerpt
Plot: You wait for her in her room, head down/ass up & uhhhhyeahno and its porn with no plot, basically.
Warnings: Smut. Rubbing, fingering, eating out. The good stuff. Oh and mommy kink (she calls herself mommy and she calls you baby). Unedited.
"Huh... and whats this?"
Frieda's voice follows the swing of the door, and maybe you can't see her in your position on her bed with your head down and ass up; but you can definitely feel her eyes hot on your slick clit. Maybe it's just your imagination, but it feels like you begin dripping down your thighs in that moment.
"An attempt at your attention, m-ma'am?" You purr, arching your back further so she can better see your soaked, throbbing cunt between your thighs. It's been too long since she touched you, too busy redoing the dining room, and you couldn't take it anymore.
"This is a shameless display, baby. Do you really think I'm that cheap?" Her disembodied voice sounds no closer then it was the first time, and you start to feel a little bit ashamed. What if she's laughing at you?? Your face feels extremely hot all of a sudden and your cunt feels cold.
"I-I was... hoping... "
"You're so lucky you're cute." With that, all semblance of shame dissipates again and your cunt begins to throb once more, craving her touch. A few high-heeled steps sound, echoing loudly against the stone floor, getting closer to you and your stark nakedness patiently awaiting her.
"Oh??... "
"Oh yeah." Frieda assures, smoothing a hand up your squishy thigh over the curve of your ass. "Now come on. Spread your legs a little more for mommy, k baby? Lemme see where it hurts~ "
Oh god. "Yes, ma'am." By shifting your knees further away from eachother, giddy with desire, you do as she says. Properly baring yourself to her. "Please, do somethi- ah!"
You can hear the smirk in her voice when two of her fingers start rubbing clumsily against your hypersensitive clit and making you whine wildly into the cushions on her bed. You can feel slick bubbling past her fingers already. "There you go, baby.... does that feel better?" She asks, with a condescending tone in her voice and and a wicked cackle. "Oh, you are so fun!"
You can't make words to reply with, the pleasure building insanely fast in your hot, insanely throbby pussy. "Mmmnnn!~ "
"Awww, can't you talk?? Poor dear... "
Her middle finger slips deeply into you then, rubbing perfectly against your walls. "Does that help?~" Another slips in when you aren't expecting it. And a third, stretching your pretty pussy open obscenely wide for Frieda's greedy gaze to eat up.
"Oh- God-... " Your hips start moving of the own accord, rolling backwards against her fingers, sucking her in deeper; down past the knuckles. "Uuugghnnnn... "
"Oh., baby. You should see what I see. You are so cute."
It feels so good, you have to press your face into the cushions in order to muffle your own sounds.
"... huh. You look good enough to eat... mommy's gonna have a taste. Roll over, hm?"
With that she slips her fingers away from you and has you roll over eagerly onto your back. You can see the smirk on her lips, now, and her heaving chest as she works herself up over your bare, neediness layed out for her. Dirty old woman. "Good girl."
Finally, Frieda tucks her blonde hair behind her ears, leans down and you watch her connect her lips to your pussy. It's extremely vulgar to watch, but you can't look away. The sight of her mouth sucking on your cunt, especially when you grind further into her mouth, drives you wild. You can't help gently fucking her face, her tongue licking deep into your folds, until.yoh can't help it anymore. Your back arches against her face and your head falls back and you cum in a flood of endorphins; every nerve in your body on fire in a single, earth shattering moment. You really, really needed this.
Frieda chuckles wickedly against you, separating from your messy, messy pussy. She makes no attempt to clean you up; just simply leaves you there sticky and covered in your own juice. "... Oh baby, I hope you dont think the night is over- doya?" Then she hikes up her slitted skirt, revealing no underwear of her own and a beautiful soaked cunt, and crawls up over the bottom half of your face. You take a moment to appreciate her from this angle, catching up on your breath. Two delicious thick lips and a patch of wild dirty blonde hair, glistening with needy grease. And her extra large chest high above, fighting against the confines of her dress.
"... momma's turn now, huh baby?"
... with a salacious smirk, you happily get up onto your elbows and get to work licking up all that slick.Â
