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Rumira sketch but it’s actually polytrix Zoey is just in the background. I may finish this later.

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☮︎⋅⋆˖˙ tamed .✦ ݁˖ w.b

𑣲 pairing. will byers X f! reader 𑣲 wc. 1.8k 𑣲 genre. smut

𑣲 warnings. unprotected p in v, dom brat tamer! will, oral, teasing, swearing, spanking, dacryphilia, alt universe will byers!, intended lowercase.

𑣲 synopsis. you push will too far, and he shows you exactly what happens when you challenge him.

ᯓ★ first will smut ever, comment if you'd like to be added to the taglist! feedback is much appreciated!!

<𝟑 .ᐟ masterlist | st masterlist ⋆˚꩜｡ based on this ask.

you’d been mouthing off at him all day. little comments, eye rolls, pretending you didn’t hear him when he told you to get off the bed so he could finish packing. and will…will loved you, but he loved putting you in your place even more. you knew you pushed it too far when you said, "maybe if you weren’t so obsessed with controlling everything, you’d actually—" his jaw flexed and you felt your stomach flutter. "come here," he said, voice low in that tone that meant there was no arguing. you smirked anyway, kicking your legs over the edge of the bed. "and if i don’t?" his eyes narrowed, slow and dangerous. "you will." you opened your mouth to tease him again, but he grabbed your chin between his fingers firmly, not painfully, but enough to shut you up. his thumb pressed against your bottom lip, pushing it down until your mouth hung open for him. "you want to act like a brat," he murmured, leaning close, "so you’re going to take what brats get." heat pooled in your stomach immediately.

he guided you to your knees with a hand on the back of your neck, your body obeying before your mind caught up. the carpet scratched lightly at your bare knees as he unbuckled his belt, slow on purpose, letting the metal clink just because he knew the sound made your breath hitch. "eyes on me," he said. you looked up, wide eyed, already teary in anticipation because you knew what he did to you, how deep he went, how intense he got when you pushed him and you loved every second of it. he smirked at the shine in your eyes. "that’s it. pretty even when you’re about to cry." your cheeks burned as you whispered still determined. "maybe i’ll bite." he grabbed your jaw again, firmer now. "try it." your thighs squeezed together. he slid his thumb along your lip again, pushing inside your mouth. you sucked it without thinking, earning a sharp exhale from him. "open," he ordered as he pulled his cock out of his pants. you did. he slid into your mouth in one slow, heavy push, thick and warm against your tongue, forcing your lips to stretch around him.

your eyes fluttered, watering already. "there you go," he said under his breath. "my brat, all talk until i get her right here." you moaned around him. he groaned at the vibration, fingers threading into your hair until he fisted it at the roots. then he pushed deeper. your throat tightened automatically, tears slipping out the corners of your eyes, and he watched them fall like it did something to him, because honestly it did. "fuck…" he whispered, brushing one of the tears with his thumb only to push your head back down again, guiding you in a steady rhythm. your spit dripped down your chin, his hips rocking slow at first, letting you struggle and adjust, listening to every shaky breath through your nose. "look at you," he said softly, voice shaking with restraint, "eyes all glossy, drooling for me…you like this. you like when i fuck your throat like you’re nothing." you whimpered around him, tears spilling faster. he groaned, head dropping back for a second before he pulled you off him with a wet gasp. a string of spit connected your lips to him, your chin messy, your eyes red and glossy.

you were breathing hard. he wiped your tears with his thumb again, not gentle, just enough to smear them. "say it," he said. your voice was wrecked. "say what?" he grabbed your hair, tilting your head back. "that you’re my brat. that you need me to tame you." you swallowed, trembling with need. "i’m your brat." "and?" "and i…i need you to tame me." his pupils blew wide. "good girl." he shoved his cock back down your throat, this time snapping his hips forward, and your throat took him deeper than before. your hands clawed weakly at his thighs, not to stop him, just because it was overwhelming in the best way. your vision blurred from the tears, from lack of air, from the sheer intensity of him using your mouth exactly how he wanted. "fuck, baby— look at you, taking it…crying for me…" he groaned, almost desperate, guiding your head faster. "such a good fucking brat." your throat burned, your eyes streamed, and the mix of pain and pleasure made your core throb so much it almost hurt. he moaned low and deep, lifting your head to slow down before he lost control too soon.

he pulled you off of him again, your lips swollen and wet, your breathing frantic. he stroked your cheek with the back of his fingers. "you did so good," he whispered, kissing the tears on your face. "knew you would." you shivered, leaning into his touch, eyes half lidded with need. "get on the bed," he said, voice darkening again. "i’m not done taming you." you stumbled a little getting up from the floor, legs shaky, throat raw, spit still glistening on your chin as you undressed yourself, will watched every movement, chest rising and falling like he was holding himself back from grabbing you again. you crawled onto the bed like he told you to, your knees sinking into the mattress as you looked over your shoulder at him. "like this?" you said it on purpose, sweet voice, mocking innocence. his eyes darkened. "don’t play with me." you smirked. "then make me stop." he was on you in seconds. he grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your stomach, pushing your face into the pillows, your ass arched up perfectly for him. his hand slid up your spine, slow and claiming, until it wrapped around the back of your neck.

not squeezing, just holding you there, reminding you who was in control. "you can’t help yourself, can you?" he murmured against your ear. "you always have to push me." you wiggled your hips, teasing. "maybe i just like when you snap." he sighed under his breath, one hand squeezing your ass hard enough to make you gasp. then he spread you open, dragging his fingers along your soaked slit, groaning when he felt how wet you already were. "all that attitude," he said, rubbing you slowly, "and yet you’re dripping for me." your hips bucked. "shut up—" his hand cracked against your ass, the sound sharp in the room. your breath hitched, your eyes going wide against the pillow. "what was that?" he asked, palm resting warm on your skin. you swallowed. "n—nothing." "good girl." he didn’t give you time to think, he pushed his aching cock into you in one steady, deep thrust, filling you so fast and so fully that it punched a moan straight out of your throat. your fingers twisted in the sheets. "oh—fuck!" he gripped your hips and pulled you back onto him again, harder this time.

your breath broke into little sobs with every push, your eyes watering all over again. "there they are," he whispered, brushing your hair out of your face as he fucked you from behind. "those tears i like." you shivered. "i’m not— i’m not crying—" he grabbed your chin, pulling your head back so he could see your face. "don’t lie to me." a tear slipped down your cheek at the exact moment he slammed into you again, deeper, and you whimpered. he smirked against your cheek. "beautiful," he said softly, almost gentle, even while his hips were anything but. you felt your body melt, spine arching, pushing back on him without even meaning to. he noticed immediately and held your hips down, controlling the pace. "no," he said, voice low. "i fuck you. you don’t fuck yourself on me." you whined, trying to move anyway, your body desperate for more. he pinned you harder, thrusts slower, making your breath catch and your eyes roll every time he bottomed out. "look at you," he panted, leaning over you, chest pressed to your back. "so needy. my brat always pretends she doesn’t want me until i’m inside her."

you shook under him, overwhelmed, tears dripping onto the sheets. "will—" "what, baby?" "too—it’s too much~" he kissed your shoulder, sweet in a way that only made it worse. "you can take it." he slid one hand under your stomach, finding your clit with steady, slow circles that didn’t match the rough pace of his hips at all. that contrast made you gasp, your whole body tightening. "fuck! will~ please—ahh" "please what?" he asked, rubbing you just right, thrusting into you just hard enough to make your voice break. "use your words." you shook your head, overstimulated, legs shaking. he thrust harder, making your breath stutter. "say it," he whispered. you finally sobbed, "please—want to cum—please~" he groaned like the words hit him right in the chest. "such a good girl—shit." he fucked you faster his fingers working your clit until you were shaking so hard you couldn’t keep your hips steady. your climax built quick, sharp, ripping through you like your body couldn’t hold it back anymore. you came with a choked sob, tears spilling freely, your whole body tightening around him. you felt him shudder behind you, his breath hot against your neck as he held your hips still and fucked you through every wave.

"that’s it," he groaned. "cry for me— fuck!" your walls clenched around him so hard it pulled a rough moan out of his throat. he pulled out just long enough to flip you onto your back, wanting to see your face when he finished. you looked up at him, tears streaked across your cheeks, lips swollen, chest rising fast, biting your bottom lip hard as he stroked himself once, twice, and came hard all over your stomach and chest with a deep groan, eyes locked on yours the whole time. your breath trembled. his breathing was still uneven when he leaned over you, bracing one hand beside your head, the other gently brushing a tear off your cheek with the back of his knuckles. the shift in him was immediate, still flushed, still catching his breath, but softer, warm, almost reverent as he looked at you. "c’mere," he whispered, voice rasped. he dipped down before you could answer, pressing his lips to yours in a slow, lingering kiss. nothing rushed, nothing greedy, just the warmth of his mouth moving against yours, deep and steady. his hand slid to your jaw, thumb stroking the curve of it as he pulled you closer, kissing you like he needed you to feel every quiet emotion he couldn’t speak yet.

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Stiles and His Horny Girl

I want this white man in my guts, but I can't have that so instead we get this. Enjoy :)

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You two are horny, almost all the time. Stiles, who played with himself twice a day before you got together and who damn near couldn't keep his hand out of his pants at any given moment

I feel like being in the pack with Stiles would be so stressful but make the sex so worth it

Like, it would be really, really frustrating to have no one listens to him. And when Stiles get stressed, he tends to lash out physically. Even if it's just about something like where they should all get lunch that evening.

So, you always benefit

Like when no one wanted to listen to Stiles about something being wrong with Lydia's front tire, and then the car broke down on the highway, then he had to change the tire with Scott in 97 degrees under the California sun

That night, he came home and had one of your legs over his shoulder while he whispered degrading words in your ear that had to shaking responding to ever nasty thing he said with an affirmative

Noah always knew Stiles was a bit more...excited than some teenagers. The last time he borrowed Stile's laptop, he almost had to bleach his eyes. He just didn't need to know about his son's preferences and now he just knows way too much. And since then, he hasn't been able to look at Stiles the same.

He always hoped that Stiles's delusions about sex wouldn't hinder him in a real relationship, but the noise canceling headphones he had to buy said otherwise.

You just looked so nice! When you came in for the first time, charming and sweet, he was sure that Stiles would have to try being normal for a bit. Then he came home one night and heard a moan that had him scared he'd be a grandfather soon.

No one expects you two to be the way you are. Except for Scott, he's been subjected to hearing Stiles's insane thoughts about you for the past two years since you transferred in the school. Like that time, they ran into you at the mall when you had on biker shorts and the minute you turned to walk off Stiles went from sweet, cute Stiles, to scaring the crap out of Scott with how badly he was describing his need for you.

And you were no better. Your friends were damn near victims. Hearing about how hard you fucked yourself while thinking about Stiles, seeing you turn into an entirely different person whenever he was close by. Why you wanted this guy to throw you around like a rag doll was a mystery to your friends. I mean, sure they knew he was handsome. You just had thoughts about Stiles that would kill a nun.

Honest to God, I don't know which one of you is worse. It's probably Stiles to be honest, you do egg him on though.

You don't care where you are, you want him real bad sometimes. Even if that's in the middle of the woods in the middle of the night (y'all are dying first in a slasher movie for sure) and you two are supposed to be investigating something. You'll push him against a tree, before you're making out and unbuckling his belt. He can't exactly argue when the feeling of you giving him a handjob through his boxers is making his head spin and his tip leak. Somehow you try end up dry humping (BRING BACK DRY HUMPING) before your entire body is shuddering, and Stiles is gripping your hips with his eyes shut while he stains a pair of his boxers.

Your werewolf friends have had the misfortune of hearing you two. No one, and I mean not one of them, needed to know that you like being choked. Or that Stiles liked being bitten. You two don't do stuff in front of people, because that just gives creep so that's not the move but it's not your fault half of the town has supernatural hearing. Honestly at a certain point they should just stop coming over at night.

There are times when you two are apart and can't go at it for a while. Stiles will beat his dick raw; the man is addicted to you. He's obsessed. He's pathetically rewatching videos of you two. You deepthroating him until your eyes are red and teary. You bouncing on his cock while scratching down his abs. Him eating you out while you urge him on with moans of his name. Oh, and the videos of him hitting it from the back with a hand tangled in your braids while you squeal moans of approval. It doesn't help that you both have a really high sex drive so he's basically getting laid every day then has to go to getting absolutely nothing for probably months. It's also worse because he's madly in love with you and sex helps him feel so close to you.

If you're smart forget about it. Stiles is smart but he can't focus at all. You help him by studying with him, and Stiles could listen to you talk literally all day. Then about three hours in he's focusing on your lips and the way they pucker just a bit when you bite the inside of your cheeks to focus. Somehow, he ends up slowly kissing you until you're laying down. Then oops! He's eating you out while you expertly deep throat him with your hips wiggling from the stimulation.

To cut a long ass story short, y'all are freaked the fuck out, that's it. And neither of you want it any other way.

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To whoever first wrote that Merlin is only clumsy because he has to make a conscious effort and always invest a lot of energy to not allowing his magic to be instinctive : Thank you! That concept always lives in my mind for free

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yk i had to do it to them….

the louvre news has been so funny, every update makes it more lupin

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Vergil and his hydrogen baby, Nero

Devil May Cry anyone? Did you we cry? Haha I recently dabbled in some DMC and I’m officially announcing that I am a Vergil stan 🤓 my kind of character fr!

Thought I’d draw some DADgil art in reference to the one and only Gojo Satoru who is also a white haired father 🙂‍↕️ Hope you guys like this one! I might draw more DMC stuff

#devilmaycry #dmc #vergil #nero

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☮︎⋅⋆˖˙ bf headcanons — f.w

Ⱄ pairing. finn wolfhard X f! reader Ⱄ wc. 0.8k Ⱄ genre. f, a

Ⱄ warnings. implied sexual content, brief fight(s)

ᯓ★ now playing 'falling - the haim sisters' ♪

finn is the kind of boyfriend who always drifts closer to you without realizing it. couches, beds, movie theater seats — somehow his shoulder or thigh is always pressed to yours.

he loves holding hands but pretends he doesn’t notice when he’s the one who reaches first. his thumb absentmindedly rubs little circles against your skin while he’s talking.

he writes little songs or riffs inspired by you and plays them casually like it’s no big deal, but watches your reaction out of the corner of his eye. they also stay unreleased, only meant for your ears.

he texts like he talks. lots of "uhhh" and "lol wait" and messages sent in clusters instead of one coherent thought and late night calls where neither of you wants to hang up. you fall asleep listening to his breathing and wake up to a quiet, "you still there?" in the morning if the call didn't somehow end during the night.

he gets shy when you compliment him. he blushes, especially his ears. he absolutely melts when you initiate affection. you kiss his cheek or hug him from behind and he freezes for half a second before smiling like you just handed him the world.

he remembers the tiny things — your favorite snack, the way you take your coffee, the song you said made you feel safe — and surprises you with them when you least expect it.

falling asleep together is his favorite thing. tangled legs, soft music playing, his hand resting on your waist like it belongs there — because it does (obviously).

blurry mirror pics just for you. half his face cut off, bad lighting, but he knows you’ll love it anyway. he also sends you pictures of random things — street signs, cafes, sunsets, selfies at funny angles — literally for no reason at all.

soft indie playlists with titles like for late nights or you’d like this and they’re all basically love letters.

voice messages sent at 2am from hotel rooms. "i miss you" said quietly. you can hear the tiredness in his voice.

when he's angry he paces. runs his hands through his hair. sits on the edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees, staring at the floor like the answers might be written there. i think finn struggles to articulate himself when he’s overwhelmed. he’ll scream "i don’t know!" a lot, even though he does know — he just hasn’t figured out how to say it yet.

sometimes he goes silent mid argument. not to punish you, but because he’s afraid if he keeps talking, he’ll make it worse. he's not emotionally abusive or mean, but he can say stuff that he doesn't mean in the heat of the moment so really it's just best for him to walk away and take a break.

we all know the kind of humor this man has...so sometimes he can be a little cruel without meaning to be. if you're a sensitive person then this took some getting used to.

finn gets bold in private. not loud about it — just whispered comments murmured right against your ear that make your stomach flip.

he knows exactly what he’s doing when he crowds your space. backs you up against a counter, a wall, the bed. not touching at first, just close enough to make you feel him.

he’s a teaser. drags his fingers along sensitive spots — ribs, inner thighs, collarbones — watching your reactions with a smirk. loves it when you squirm or whimper quietly.

he definitely likes to spank you. loves leaving marks on you whether they're handprints, bite marks or light bruises, he just loves marking you up as his in general. he also likes to yank your hair.

he's a big worshipper. if he doesn't want to make you his bitch that night then he's on his hands and knees kissing and massaging your stomach/legs, pretty much anywhere and everywhere.

he yearns for you, looks up at you with those big brown eyes of his as he eats you out. THIS MAN IS AN EATER. he'll beg you on his knees to eat you out for the 2nd time that day and you'll say yes because you love watching him between your legs..and feeling him.

he loves to watch his cock disappear inside you and then pull out slowly, only for your greedy cunt to suck him back so deep inside you that his tip kisses your cervix. you both roll your eyes back and moan at that.

breeding kink/loves to creampie you. practically begs and whines for it. loves to watch his cum ooze out of your core. he's also a panty thief, he'll pocket your panties right in front of you after giving them a nice long inhale. yes even if you share the same bedroom he'll still do this. he's a pervert when it comes to you.

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Prideful dash lol