You admire your handiwork. Thick pink rope is wound around your boyfriend’s body, accentuating his prettiest parts. He’s trembling beneath you, eyes wide and brimming with tears. His poor, neglected cock weeps against your stomach.
You hum and rub against it, wiping away his tears with your thumbs and cradling his face in your hands, your stomach slick with his precum. He leans into the touch, sputtering.
“ ‘s too much!” he moans in desperation, but you ignore him. He pouts, but can’t seem to break eye contact with you.
A part of you wants to baby him, but you remind yourself that he wants this. Well, he wants what you want.
You can hardly bear your excitement at such a pretty sight only your eyes are permitted to see.
“Is it really, Cho?” you ask, sharply tugging his nipple piercings poking out from the triangles of rope across his voluptuous pecs. He winces and leans forward into your chest. You laugh and flick his pert nipples and he gasps and bites his bottom lip.
You can tell he desperately wishes that you will relieve him of his restraints so he can toss you onto the bed and give you all of his cum, but he also can’t focus on much else when you have him under your control like this; the tight, scratchy ropes digging into his skin, vibrator buzzing inside of him, your weight pressing against his crotch.
“So dramatic,” you tisk, and turn the vibe in his ass up a level. He gasps and grinds his hips sluttily, trying to disperse the sensation, but you press his knees down.
“M-mommy p-please..!” he whimpers pathetically against your chest, hot breath and tears tickling your skin. He furrows his brow and presses his lips together.
You grin, amused by the nickname. “What is it, Cho? Good boys use their words.” Your finger drags up his neck, lightly tickling him, before you tilt his chin up so he’s forced to look up at you. He’s silent, seemingly mesmerized by your face.
You grow impatient, poking him hard on the nose with one of your manicured fingers. “Cho. Use your words.” Your voice holds a menacing weight to it that makes him shiver beneath you.
He nuzzles against your hand, grateful for the tenderness of your touch and gulps, composing himself. “Help me. touch um…touch it. Please” he says in an even, bashful tone.
You’re surprised that he’s even able to talk coherently, so you let his vague request suffice. You shift back on his knees, wrapping your hand around his neglected cock. He throws his head back and groans, so very grateful for something to fuck. His hips bump lightly against your palm.
You chuckle and speed up the pace of your hand and turn up the vibe, paying extra attention to his sensitive tip, swirling around globs of precum with your thumb. His low groans quickly turn into needy mewls as he breaches his orgasm, thrashing beneath you and struggling against his binds.
Right before he comes, you remove your hand and lick up the mess of pre that coats it, teasing him with the lewd sight. Not like he can see much of anything with the tears clouding his eyes.
Smack!
The loud crack of your paddle against Choso’s ass reverberates through the silence of your serene room.
You’ve been flogging him for what seems like hours. He’s face down, ass up on the bed, still bound like a present. No, more like a dog. This situation is very alarming to him, fight or flight definitely activated, but he can’t seem to quell his arousal!
He’s so weak for you. Your voice. Your touch. no matter how cruel or condescending.
“mmmm…more!” he finds himself chanting weakly, clinging white-knuckled to the now tarnished bedsheets. He has completely let himself go, staying still like you’ve taught him. Taking everything you give him with a melty grin.
You’re seated behind him, and he so wishes he could see your face, see your doe eyes darkened with primal delight. How could someone so tiny, so adorable do this to him.
Your hand slides down his spine and you fist his hair. “Oy! Stop drifting off!” you say in exaggerated annoyance, delivering a particularly sharp blow to his ass. The vibrator continues to pulse within him. His consciousness keeps slipping, desperately trying to stay in this moment with you.
“m sorry mommy” he finds himself murmuring. “I love you s’ much, feels so good.”
He feels your weight shift as you lay on your side next to him, your tantalizing form finally gracing the corner of his vision. Your hand wraps around the bottom of his chin, forcing him to look at you. He melts. You look as if you’re staring at your favorite meal. He bucks his hips involuntarily, wishing so bad your pussy was wrapped around his cock. Wishing he could give you everything he has.
A mischevious grin makes its way upon your lips as you tap your pointer finger against the bed. “Lay down.”
He immediately complies, collapsing, yelping at the feeling of his neglected cock pressing against the duvet. He tries so hard not to cum. Not to disappoint you. He clenches his thighs together pathetically.
Smack!
you creep onto all fours, straddling the backs of his thighs, and continue to deliver blow after blow to his ass.
And he comes. Right then and there. Letting out a pathetic, garbled noise. His bound hands grasp at nothing.
You laugh, putting the paddle down and coax him onto his side, reaching for the remote of the vibe again and turning it down to an agonizingly slow thrum. He moans unashamedly, the pleasure and excitement pulsing through his veins as he revels in the feeling of your tits pressed against his back. He feels so dirty.
You reach around, your fingertips pebbling down his pelvis before you grasp his cock. “N-no! ‘s too sensitive!” he can’t help but cry.
“Give me one more? Mommy might give you a reward, sunshine”
his eyes were rubbed raw, tears long since dried yet he still smiled. He still hopes for a better day, he still breathed, he stilll fought. He had lost his body along time ago, somewhere between the blood moon dying and his mum too. his dad had never been kind, kindness had never meant love. He missed his mum every day, every second, every moment. his fingers dirty, gripped the pendant, the last real thing, the only thing that had been his lay rest on the one thing that could save humanity. him.
You can choose which one of the boys, but at least 3 of them! Their reaction to their S/O making little animals or things with food instead of eating! Like the apple crab-
-Lamp
Crisp: let's say you did make the apple crab for him as a sweet treat after dinner. Let's also say he's thinks it's the most adorable thing he's ever laid eyes on(he doesn't hesitate to eat it. Rip the crab)
Gen: you know that one tumblr post floating around where someone made Rayquaza out of cucumbers? Yeah let's say that's what was made.
Bro is taking thirty pictures, phenomenal lighting. He's also sending it to his group chat, showing his coworkers, and posting it to his tumblr blog.
This also gets out into the fridge until it needs to be thrown out lmao. This man LOVES pokemon(and also hates cucumbers so win win).
Twigs: you ended up making a shark out of bread. Twigs has a strong love for marine animals, and quite literally thinks it's too cute to eat (thus begins an inner turmoil with himself because where he came from no food could be wasted...but also you guys are well off enough that it doesn't matter.)
In the end he ends up eating the tail, and then has an emotional breakdown over 'ruining' your hard work (it was made to be eaten)
It’s said that the moles on your body are places where your lover kissed you the most in your past life. Eddie doesn’t know that but he always kisses you on the moles on your face, on your hands, and on your legs and never fails to make you feel loved. But the moment you tell him about it he makes sure to always kiss you on your moles at least once every day.
Bwahh okay- okayokayokay cringe culture is dead, I'm doing this.
Here's a Melvinborg x Reader I wrote a while back, go crazy
CW;; Cursing
Note;; This is from Melvinborg's P.O.V. and it's BEFORE he was in the car accident, so he's just a silly 29yo Melvin with no Borg.
How did they expect him to make something like that in such a short amount of time? An invention of that much power would take weeks, months even! The fact they expected it to be done within the week was absolutely ludicrous. Why couldn't he of just graduated from Elitinati instead of needing to work here? Maybe he'd be more successful and he wouldn't need to have this stupid office job. One could dream.
This job was absolute bullshit.
With an exasperated sigh, he walked to his office, which was rather small considering how the budget for this company was incredibly low. He probably wouldn't have been hired if they weren't so desperate and he wasn't sure if he should be greatful or unimpressed. As long as the bills were paid, he supposed it didn't matter. He still hated it here though.
As he rounded the corner to reach his office, he had accidentally ran into someone. Now who on earth was stupid enough to just blindly walk like that? He thought to himself in annoyance before realizing his glasses had fallen off. "Oh- Oh no, I'm so sorry!" He heard a voice speak up; it was rather high pitched. He quietly grumbled to himself as he attempted to find his glasses, "Just watch where you're going next time." He muttered, blindly moving his hand around the ground. "Here, let me help," The voice spoke again before he felt his glasses being put onto his face. He blinked a few times, adjusting to his clear sight again before turning to yell at the person. He stopped before saying anything, his mouth just hanging open.
The person was scrambling around, attempting to grab all the papers they had dropped. They were wearing the company uniform, even wearing the pair of goggles with it; so that meant they were one of the inventors as well. They had (E/C) eyes which were oddly captivating, and their face was red from embarrassment (or at least he assumed so). "I'm genuinely so, so so sorry, sir-" They stated, quickly grouping up their papers and trying to neatly stack them together, "That was completely my fault, I'm new here, I've been so clumsy today-" They started to rant, their eyes darting around to probably avoid eye contact. "You don't need to apologize so much, it was an honest accident." He spoke up, his face practically void of emotion aside from an eyebrow raise. "Sor- Ah, right, force of habit, whoops-" The person lightly laughed before holding a hand out to help him stand up, "I'm (Y/N) by the way! I really wish we met under different circumstances," They gave a closed eyes smile. He simply huffed, grabbing their hand and standing up. Their hand was warm.
"What's your name?" They asked, causing him to sigh. "Melvin. Melvin Sneedly." He stated, causing (Y/N)'s face to light up. "Wait really? I was told about you! Apparently we went to the same Elementary school! The boss brought it up during my background check, heh." They said, earning Melvin's attention. "Really?" He asked, staring at them curiously. "Yeah! I actually remember you a bit but it's blurry- the ol' brain isn't as clear as it used to be," They laughed nervously, "But I remember I tried to talk to you a few times! You seemed really cool! I remember some of your inventions actually!" They stated, their hands slightly flapping around in a stim.
Melvin's attention was fully gained. "Name one." He requested. (Y/N) paused for a moment, "Uh, I think one of them was the Time Toad 2000! That one was really cool! There was also the Karaoke Kitty, I remember that one pretty fondly!" They stated, catching Melvin off guard. They actually remembered the names and everything? He was pleasantly surprised. "My favorite I think was the Raisetheroofitron 2000! It was really interesting to see it in use! I always wondered how you made those! I think you're what inspired me to start inventing, actually," They added, smiling nervously. Melvin blinked a few times in pure astonishment, "You actually remembered those?" He finally spoke again, causing (Y/N) to quickly look up at him, "Well, yeah, of course I do! They were so impressive!"
Melvin paused for a moment, folding his arms. "Why are you saying this? What do you want?" He asked, earning a confused look from (Y/N). "I don't want anything. I just wanted to talk to you since, uh, you seemed cool," They explained, nervously rubbing the back of their neck, "I didn't mean to make it come off that way, honest." They added. Melvin stared at them for a moment, his eyes squinting slightly. "That's it?" He asked, earning a nod from them. "Yeah that's it. Maybe we could be friends but I didn't want to seem overbearing, y'know? Considering how you're one of the more famous people here, I didn't think you wanted to be bothered too much." They stated. Melvin went quiet again, examining them.
"Well if that's it, I suppose we could be acquaintances." Melvin stated, earning a happy smile from (Y/N). "Awesome!" They nearly shouted, their arms moving fast in a stim. "I might need assistance with a project anyhow. I could do it myself no doubt, but it might help with your work hours." He added, causing (Y/N) to quietly squeal in excitement. "That's great! I don't have anything on my workload anyway! Les'go!" They stated, running in the,, wrong direction. They quickly realized though and turned around. "I,, forgot I have no idea where I'm going." They stated, causing Melvin to let out a quick laugh before he cleared his throat. "Yes, I need to show you where my office is. Come on," He stated, gently grabbing their hand and walking to his office.
Summary: The Mikaelson's are back in town with someone that would rock the Salvatore brothers. Someone important, someone they thought they'll never see again.
Word Count: 727
Rating: General
Pairing: Salvatore Brothers x ReaderSister
A/N: This is kind of AU-ish. I'm burning creative juices, forgive me if this is weird. Also, this is my first time writing fiction again. Please don't shoot me.
Part 2 | Part 3
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It's the first night of summer, and the gang (Elena, Damon, Stefan, Lexi, Caroline, and Bonnie) decided to celebrate the end of winter by having drinks at the Mystic Grill. Upon arrival, the girls went directly to their reserved table, while the boys went straight to the bar to get their first round of drinks. The boys joined the table not long after; Stefan sat next to her girlfriend Lexi, while Damon sat next to Elena. Bonnie and Caroline are seated across the table. The conversation is light and flowing through the night.
When the clock strikes midnight, the conversation has come to a peaceful lull. The girls are huddled together talking about girly stuff. The boys are simply content watching the crowd. "It seems like every kid in town has the same genius idea to spend the first day of summer out here", Stefan observed. Damon laughed, then stood up and asked, "Well, it’s a good night. Another round?"
Damon is walking back to their table when the doorbell rang through the establishment, signaling the arrival of new customers. Considering its past midnight, everyone looked up to the general direction of the door and the whole gang froze up, while everyone else went back to their business. Standing out of place in the entrance of the dimly lit bar is the Mikaelsons in all their fashionable glory. Klaus spotted the Salvatores immediately and is walking confidently to their table; followed closely behind by Elijah, and Rebekah.
Klaus smiled and unceremoniously pulled out a chair from another table and joined the table. "Hey, guys!", Klaus greeted. Elijah and Rebekah rolled their eyes, before sitting more gracefully beside their brother. The table is tensed, the appearance of these original vampires always seem to mean trouble. "What do you want?" Damon asked, clearly on edge.
"Nothing! We want nothing. We're simply passing through", answered Klaus. Stefan narrowed his eyes at Klaus' mischievous tone."Missing one sibling tonight, Klaus?" asked Caroline trying to diffuse the tense atmosphere. Only it got creepy, all the Mikaelson's are smiling - even Elijah. "Oh, Kol? He will be here in a few minutes. He's just getting our gift to you ready", Klaus answered.
"We don't need gifts from you", Damon spat.
"Are you sure?", Klaus answered.
Before anyone can answer, the doorbell rang again and Kol came waltzing in with a woman that stops the Salvatore's heart - if it was still beating. Damon crushed the glass in his hand, while Stefan suddenly stood up. The girls are confused.
"Hey, guys! Sorry, we're late. (Y/N) took forever to get ready", Kol greeted. Everyone at the table is looking at them.
"Who's the new girl?", asked Bonnie.
The girl in question smiled and reached out her hand, "(Y/N), (Y/N) Salvatore.” Bonnie shook it.
Stefan forcefully slumped back down his chair. Damon doesn't appear to be breathing.
"Wait, Salvatore? Are you related to these two?" Lexi who has been quietly observing things unfold suddenly said.
(Y/N) smiled, the kind of smile that showed her fangs. "Yes, they're my big brothers."
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Damon and Stefan didn't think it could get any worse. First, no one knew they have a sister; which means they don't talk about her. Second, she's alive for over 200 years and they didn't find her. Where was she? But how could they? They didn't know she was turned. Who bloody turned her? There are so many thoughts in their heads, they felt a headache coming.
"Don't blow a fuse brother. Ask, and I shall answer." (Y/N) said very seriously. She has the same serious and dangerous expression as her brothers. Then she smiled and, "but first I need a drink. Kol, can I get you anything?"
"The usual”, Kol answered with a pause. “You know what? I'll come with you", he walked towards (Y/M) and slung his arm over your shoulder, and you had yours around his back - like you two are best friends. The two of you happily walked up the bear, ignoring the group of undead people in the table staring at your back.
"Those two are trouble", Klaus off-handedly mentioned.
Stefan turned to him, fire burning in his eyes. "What did you do to her?", he said through clench teeth.
“What you didn’t do, two hundred years ago”, Elijah answered.
I’m trying. I’m trying so hard to be the best version of me even when I can’t stand myself in the slightest. I want someone to know that I AM trying. That I’m making an effort toward a goal that seems unattainable to me, but I”m going to do so anyways because...what’s the alternative. Live in horrible, crippling angst with myself as I beat my own mind bloody. No.
Dean will be so angry when he sees Cas again. He will yell at him, asking why did he do that. Why he had to go back there, why he didn’t listen to him calling and shouting his name.
Dean will be mad.
He will approche Cas with a serious look, jaw all clenched still screaming with a mad expression he will walk towards Cas.
Once he is close enough, he will grab Cas’s face and kiss him frantically for a long time trying to taste every single molecule of his lips.
Then, he will only separate their mouths to catch a breath, and keep shouting at Cas. While tears will come out pouring down his face. He will be angry because he abandoned him that cold night. He was left alone, with a void inside, thinking he will never be able to see him again, or feel how his lips taste like till that bittersweet moment.
Dean will kiss Cas one more time while holding him thigh, and again with a serious look, but with sparkling eyes for the tears and the joy that he can’t hide for seen him again. Dean will ask him to never do that again, and they will melt in a long embrace, and kisses will be the next language they will speak for the following hours
Dean will be really cross at first tho.
