#i'm good here

[potatoplace]

SORRY i sent in the request with 💜❤️‍🔥💘 but i meant to add angst (so like a mix of smut and angst) and also 💜 x reader

I'm Good Here

Rhysand x Reader

Warnings: forced bond acceptance, smut, mild angst cause of that (not dub-con, it's mostly sorted before then lol)

Notes: lol you're ALL GOOD don't worry about it 😂 I added a lil fluff towards then end cause I wanna see these two HAPPY, even if it's still a brand new revelation lol. I hope you like it!!

💜 Rhys ❤️‍🔥 smut 💘 mates

18+ only pls

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Dread filled you as a golden tether snapped in your chest, forever binding you to the male in front of you.

Violet eyes went wide for a split second before narrowing, all of his attention now focused solely on you.

This couldn't be happening, you weren't- you weren't even meant to be here. If not for your sister falling ill, you never would have been forced to feed the High Lord sitting on his throne in front of you, you never would have been tied to him for all eternity.

A strong, tanned hand grabbed hold of your wrist, and in an instant you were winnowed out of the throne room of the Hewn City, appearing in a lavishly decorated bedroom.

Already, the heat of the bond was burning within you, even though you had unwittingly accepted it.

Judging from the fire in violet eyes, the same effect was happening to your High Lord.

"Now, now, none of that 'High Lord' business," he purred as he held your hands softly in his. "As my mate, you can call me Rhys. Or whatever you'd prefer, I don't care much so long as you want me."

Want him?

"Yes, my sweet little mate. Y/N, correct?" You nodded slowly, your mind trying to... Reconcile the High Lord you knew to the male in front of you. "Well, Y/N, since we were... unfortunate enough to have the bond accepted with courting," Rhys said, his voice strained. "I'm afraid we don't have much choice in consummating it, but- if you'd wish to leave after, I... All I ask is that you let me offer you protection and provide for you."

You blinked at him, trying to process his words but failing miserably. There was something in them that set your heart at ease, enough to allow you to finally give in to the heat that was now burning through every inch of you.

Your mouth met his firmly, your feet on their tiptoes to reach him. That was all Rhys needed to hoist you into his arms, your legs locking around his hips as he walked the two of you to the bed, gently laying you down and following swiftly after. His lips reconnected, the taste of them sweet from the fruit you'd given him only minutes before, a reminder of the bond pulsing through you.

A tug on the golden thread from him had you gasping, your eyes flying open to meet his, a wicked look dancing in them.

A moment later a tickling sensation breezed across your skin, your eyes looking down to see that your clothes were no more, instead just the slightest hint of dust covering you.

"I'll take my time with you later, but right now, I need to fuck my sweet little mate," Rhys said lowly in your ear, one of his hands already lowered between you.

Just the brush of his cock against your folds had a breathy moan leaving your lips, the noise repeated when he bumped against your clit teasingly.

"Mate," you groaned, letting one of your feet bump his leg.

He let out a chuckle before pressing in slowly, for which you were grateful. Even the overwhelming arousal of the bond wasnt enough to fully prepare you for the stretch, the tiniest bit of pain flaring before it was extinguished by exquisite pleasure.

You both sighed once he was fully seated within you, relishing in the feeling of being so full, and filled by your mate no less.

Your heart sung at the thought, the feeling matched from the other end of the bond.

Moving now, darling, Rhys whispered into your mind, the warning barely preparing you for the snap of his hips, moving out of you only as much as he needed to before burying himself in you once more.

He set a slow, firm pace, increasing as your walls began to flutter.

You could barely breathe when his thumb circled your clit quickly, sending you toppling over the edge after a hard thrust from your mate, a loud moan tumbling from your lips.

Rhys followed you a moment later, his hips twitching as he kissed you, groaning into your mouth when your walls squeezed him before he pulled out.

He stayed over you, his eyes clearer now that the bond had been sated for the moment. "I meant what I said, you know," he said quietly before rolling off of you to your right side, his muscular arms wrapping around you.

"About...?" you trailed off, before it came back to you. "Oh- about me being able to... to leave?" Rhys nodded, a sad look in his eyes. "I... I think... I'm good here, for now."

Stars sparked up in those pretty, violet eyes, a small grin making its way onto his face. "I'm glad to hear that, Y/N. I'm good here, too."

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[liefstevicky]

I'm just gonna pretend Monza didn't even happen. I'm mentally still in Zandvoort anyways and Baku is next so 0 worries, solid strategy, can recommend.

[jattawa]

people unfollowing me bc i don't like/don't wanna post vegaspete lmaoo

[luvleekaotix-imagines]

bloodlust (Alucard x reader)

A/N: Let’s not be good people today. Tentative interest on both sides. Warnings: hellsing-ish levels of violence? There’s only like one explicitly descriptive part.

And this room of darkness I ain't undercover That won't stop my prowess rubbing off on to another Elevating higher as my body's moving lower Now I've reached my element you better move over oh

Rumour had it that if you killed enough monsters, you’d get to be one too.

How many lives had you taken to become what you were? You craved violence and blood, you craved that wild tooth-and-nail fight. You liked seeing that glimmer of fear before you snuffed out the lights. It wasn’t like you couldn’t tell right from wrong, but at times the bloodlust blurred the lines too hard for you to distinguish.

So why even try?

It might have been that Hellsing was using you, but god—you didn’t care. The things you were allowed to do—go wild, crush, kill, destroy—it made parts of your dark soul burst into flame, burning so strong that it was hard not feel alive.

But the best missions were the ones where you weren’t alone.

Integra had baited you, she knew. You were reluctant to work for her—for her Hellsing. You expected it to be boring like every other contract you had ever taken, but you should have known something was wrong from that smirk she wore. 

There was so much blood in your first mission. There were things you couldn’t explain.

There was—Alucard.

The scraps of logic in your mind pieced together that—yes—perhaps he was a monster, a real beast; something to be feared; something that would make you run shrieking into the night; something that would drive you mad. Something that could kill you.

However, on that first mission with him—while you stood staring at the carnage—your soul raged. You felt so alive watching the tall figure clad in red walk past you with a wicked grin of sharp teeth and blood. Alucard knew what you were, what you lived for and he understood.

A human should never admire a monster, but were you not a monster yourself?

Every contract job with Alucard was a joy to you. Watching him work was like watching the living embodiment of the chaos you lived for, but you would not be outdone. His violence spurred you to player harder, faster, be stronger. You had no fear of losing control, you didn’t have to hold back.

“You’re no—” The enemy soldier at your feet gurgled and coughed, soiling your boots with blood. “—no vampire, no ghoul.” They clambered backwards as you slowly followed them. There was nothing in your eyes except some kind of vicious spark. “What the h-hell are you—m-monster—or—” They pressed up against the wall and choked on more blood. They had pissed themselves long ago and there was nothing left. You could bleed, a shot had skimmed your cheek earlier and they had seen blood, but god did that even mean anything anymore? “Fuck—what the fuck—”

Your fist closed around their neck. “I don’t know what I am. I wish someone would tell me.” You were honest because what did you really have to lose? Not a moment later you dug your fingers into their flesh and ripped out their throat. Blood spurted, but their body turned to ash and everything was quiet.

The rapid beating of your heart faded as the chaos came to a close around you. It was over. You could feel the high from bloodlust slowly fade, silently hollowing you out again.

Familiar heavy footsteps stopped somewhere behind you and you turned to face Alucard. Looking at him made you feel strange. Did you want to be with him or be him? Did you want that ability to cause the levels of carnage that he could? Was that what you wanted? There was something wrong in the way you admired him when he lost control; when he left his usual visage and took on more monstrous forms, but somehow it was wonderful to you.

“Why do you look at me like that?” The No-Life King questioned you, but before you could answer, your jaw was in his grip and he pulled you forwards—closer towards his mouth full of sharp teeth that could devour you in an instant. “I’m not sure if it bothers me—or if it excites me.”

You were suddenly scared. It wasn’t a feeling you were familiar with at all. You trembled as Alucard’s tongue slowly ran along the cut on your cheek and lapped up the blood. It was cold, wet and felt so much like a threat that you tensed your jaw and stood as still as you could.

Oh—but still, somehow your soul flickered to life again.

Alucard caught that defiant look in your eyes and began to laugh before letting you go. “Let’s go, little monster, before our master beings to worry.” He turned away and you willed your legs to work and follow after him, but your steps were still shaky.

What was this feeling? You watched Alucard’s broad back and wondered if the little burst of adrenaline was from fear or something else. You clenched your fists as the two of you emerged outdoors, bathed in moonlight. You would have to stay by his side until you figured it out; it was the only way.

Whatever the fuck it was, you weren’t sure if you hated it—or loved it.

When we erupt in to the room And hear the sub go boom A feeling easy to resume This right here I swear will end too soon

[mycorrhizastar]

The vastness of the Star Wars universe is a blessing to me because i am free to devote most of my attention to what works for me personally: A cartoon set in the prequels era, and an RPG comedy podcast.

[as-z-goes]

was almostmade to believe it was weird for me to be on this app by someone chronically on twitter.... ALMOST let myself believe it smh thank god I think for myself

[latszengem]