Alex Jacobs-Goodnight

ohmygod i stared at this until my screen went dark

dragon hybrid!maekar x wife reader

mdni(18+), monsterfucking!!, p in v, breeding mention, fluff.

all physical descriptions of dragon hybrid!maekar can be found in 1, 2, 3! happy reading! < 3

your dragon husband fucking you, and the closer he gets, the more his wings flare out, casting a shadow over both of you until all you can see is him, him, him. not the ceiling, not the room, nothing else but him.

him and those scaly, phenomenal wings. they twitch when the walls of your cunt squeeze around his cock just right, as if he's preening from the pleasure you're offering him.

maekar's tail curls languidly behind him, the sharp tip of it brushing against your ankles, wrapping around one to maneuver your leg a bit higher, angling you as he wants you so he can reach deeper inside. the touch feels warm and rough, the grip firm but gentle, never enough to hurt you, never enough to leave marks you do not want, or ask for.

"tickles," you breathe against his flushed cheek, nuzzling against the jut of his jaw. maekar's blanketing you from shoulders to knees, and it feels so good, like the warmest hearth you could ask for. the pleasure is truly a bonus.

he huffs, amused, leaning into your touch as he grumbles. "yeah? doesn't hurt, does it, my heart? feels good?" always asking, always making sure he's not too forceful, too rough, too... animal with you.

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Pairing: Michael Cavendish x widowed sister-in-law reader Summary: Michael Cavendish seises the opportunity in the tragedy, but this time he decides to take some responsibility for it. Warning(s): Porn with feelings and some plot, angst, explicit sexual content, p in v, fingering, oral (f receiving), cursing, rough sex, slight humiliation, mutual slapping, mention of character’s death, mention of marriage, happy ending. No use of y/n, the reader has no physical description. No AI involved, all of my garbage is mine, and I'm still human. English is not my first language; my apologies for any eventual mistakes. Don't copy, translate, upload, or use my works anywhere.

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The Heart of the Sea

England mid-1800s

The clamour of the street on that warm day of August was just an annoying noise in the background for him. His whole attention was on a particular window on the second floor of a building in his native neighbourhood. He had been standing there for almost an hour, brooding over the idea of entering or whether it was wise to vanish forever.

The sins we share

Pairing: Ole Munch x F!oc

Warnings: car sex, semi public sex, straight up porn, several days straight of pure sex, first excursion out as married couple

I was curled up in bed, a book in my lap, when Ole walked into our room.

"My Owl," he hummed, making his way over to the bed. I closed the book and put it on the nightstand as he crawled up next to me.

"My Ole," I cooed, pulling my husband to me. His shy smile made my heart stutter, and made heat bloom in both my face and down below.

"A man has an idea. A trip of sorts, for him and his wife," Ole started, watching my every little reaction.

"You have me curious, husband," I purred, threading my fingers into his hair.

"I.. would like to take my Owl to the special place. Where a man spoke to no one for a century," he whispered, blue eyes wary.

"I would love that, my Ole," I said, and his face relaxed. Ole then got back up and began to change for bed, discarding his kilt on the old rocking chair that held so many memories. It made me think back on the last couple of years, how we went from Ole saving my life to spending the rest of my life with him. And how the old wooden rocking chair stayed as a permanent fixture in our home. The very same chair that Ole kept sentry in after my near demise.

"My Owl, what is on that mind of yours?" He asked, snapping me out of the past.

"Just remembering the last couple of years. How everything has changed," I murmured, opening my arms to him as he crawled into bed. Ole immediately cuddled into me, burying his face into my chest.

"Things changed for the better, my Owl. For now, you are a mans wife, and the man is your husband," Ole replied, arms snug around my torso.

The man's Owl put her bag in the trunk of his car, closing it a bit forcefully. The man jumped slightly, taken aback from her strength.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, lightly touching his hand before pulling away.

"Not your fault, my Owl. One does not know her own strength," he rumbled, reaching over to lightly touch her jaw before motioning for her to get into the vehicle.

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The man groaned softly as his Owl's hand rested slightly higher on his thigh. The drive to the remote cabin was quiet, but it was comfortable. Neither of them felt the need to fill the void with voices, for the tender touches spoke volumes.

"Are you alright, my love?" The Owl asked, and he grunted in response. Small fingers trailed up and down his thigh, sending jolts straight to his groin. The man moved one hand off the steering wheel, gripping Alyx's hand tightly.

"My Owl... are you trying to tempt me?" He growled, starting to search for a somewhat secluded spot.

"What if I am, my husband?" She teased, leaning over to press a tiny kiss to his neck. The man snarled softly, finally finding a long wooded drive. He quickly pulled off down the drive, going far enough back to where no prying eyes would see their coupling. The car was soon thrown into park and shut off, the man drawing his woman into a searing kiss.

"Back seat, now," he hissed when he pulled back, noting how his Owls breathing changed. As she crawled over the seats, the man took the more practical route to the small back seat. As soon as he slid in and the door clicked shut, his Owl was on him. She straddled his lap, arms snug around his neck, as kisses were peppered across his face. He noted that, while he got out, the Owl had slipped her obscenely short shorts off. He growled as the kilt he wore was pulled around his hips, exposing his already hard and leaking cock. The Owl whined and ground against him, finally pressing her lips against his.

"Need inside, my Owl," he rumbled against her lips, hands gripping her hips tightly. His Owl moaned and nodded, taking his aching cock in her hand, lining up the tip with her drenched pussy. She sank onto him, hands fisting in his hair and shirt. Her head dropped to his shoulder, panting heavily as she rolled her hips.

Ole nuzzled into my temple as I rode him, breathy moans and pleas filling the car. He muttered softly into my neck, old phrases and words I couldn't understand filling my ears. His fingers dug even harder into my hips, pulling me down onto him faster. I whimpered as I picked up the pace, his thick cock hitting deeper inside me each time.

"My Owl.... Please," Ole ground out, teeth grazing along my shoulder.

"Claim me, Ole. As hard as you need," I cooed, pressing a kiss of my own to his left temple. He took little time to adjust our positions, ripping my shirt and bra off in the process. My legs are soon thrown over his shoulders, thighs wrapped around his neck. Ole wasted no time slamming into me, setting a relentless pace.

"You. Are. MINE." I screamed out as Ole leaned over, caging me underneath his large body. I barely felt the car rocking with how violent our fucking was; All I could focus on was my husband's cock splitting me in two. Long, nimble fingers tangled with mine, pinning my hands above my head.

"Yes! All yours!" I sobbed, already beginning to come around his length. Ole groaned, eyes rolling back slightly as I shattered around him. He soon followed, stilling and coming deep inside.

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Arms tightened around me, keeping me close. Ole leaned back against the door, fingers twisting around in my hair.

"We should.. be going now, my Owl," he said, sitting us both up. I pouted but nodded, moving off his lap. Ole fixed his kilt as I slipped back into the front seat.

The cabin came into view as the Owl's hand gripped his thigh lightly.

"It's.... It's beautiful here," she whispered, eyes filled with wonder. The man smiled faintly, watching as Alyx got out of the car, admiring the peaceful scenery around them. The man soon followed, grabbing their bags from the trunk before gently leading his Owl inside. Once the door closed behind the man, and the bags were dropped, the Owl launched herself at him. The man barely had time to react, even when his body did instantly, when his Owl wrapped her legs around his waist. Hands snaked under her ass, holding her in place as the man carried her to the bed. Their lips remained fused as they tumbled down, the Owl pinned under him. The man pulled back, earning a loud whine from his woman.

"Sit up, my Owl," he murmured, nimble fingers fumbling with the button on her shorts. The Owl threw off her shirt before helping the man with the scant material. Soon, small hands began peeling off his own clothing, lips following the formers path. The man found himself laying back against the wooden headboard, the Owl kneeling between his legs. What didn't help was that he was already hard as hell.

"My Owl, what are you-" a deep growl ripped through him as the Owl started to suck on the tip of his cock. Deep brown eyes met his as more and more of his cock entered her mouth and throat. The man tangled his fingers in the Owl's gilded bronze hair, fighting the urge to thrust up into her warm mouth.

"My Owl.. A man can't... A man can't last much longer," he moaned, starting to push her head down onto his throbbing dick more. The Owl smirked around him, bobbing faster, in time with his hand. The man felt his eyes roll back as he came, ropes of white painting her mouth and throat. His chest heaved as Alyx crawled up to straddle him.

"My Owl, rest.. for a moment," he choked out, embarrassment starting to paint his cheeks red.

"My love, there isn't any reason to be embarrassed. In time, you'll last for a while as I suck that glorious cock of yours," she crooned, leaning over to kiss him tenderly. The man's head reeled from both coming and the kiss. His hands, despite them shaking heavily, rested on her thighs, grounding him.

After several more rounds of toe curling fucking, we lay sprawled on the floor in front of the fireplace. Ole's fingers lazed up and down my back, tapping along my spine.

"My Alyx, are you.." I hummed and propped up onto a forearm. I leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to his bare shoulder.

"My Ole, I'm alright. I promise, I would tell you otherwise," I murmured, rubbing small circles across his chest. The arm around my waist pulled me closer, tugging me over him.

"Good. Rest now, my Alyx. For a man will need more soon," he growled, nuzzling into the crown of my head. I smirked against his skin, heat pooling low within me again. I wriggled down and was met with Ole's half hard length under me.

"My Owl... Careful," Ole growled, both hands gripping my ass. A thought soon crossed my mind, and I slowly sat up. Ole's chest started to heave as I bit my lip.

"Can we try something new?" I asked, watching how Ole would react. His brow furrowed, but nodded for me to continue.

"There is.. another hole we haven't explored yet," I started, and recognition flared in his eyes. Ole slowly nodded, hands gripping my thighs hard.

"My Owl, are you certain?" He murmured, adjusting me in his lap as he sat up. Our chests pressed together, hearts syncing as one.

"I am. I've never been more certain," I assured, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. Ole growled deep in his chest, burying his face into my neck. I moved a hand behind me, taking his cock in my hand. Ole groaned as I moved up onto my knees, lining the head of his cock up with my ass.

The man felt just how tight his woman's ass was, how his dick stretched her open. His Owl shivered and gripped his shoulders tightly, burying her face into his throat.

"F-fuck..... Daddy, please," the Owl whimpered, and the man froze. Never before had Alyx called him any names besides his own. The Owl rubbed her nose against his, snapping the man out of his reverie.

"My love, I-" the man cut his woman off, pulling her off him before rolling. The Owl soon lay under him, her stomach pressed against the rug. The man straddled her thighs and pushed back into her asshole, splitting his woman open again. One hand wrapped around her throat, fingers gripping her jaw and tipping her head back. The other hand and forearm rested on the floor next to his Owls head, the mans body covering his womans.

Ole picked up his pace, hips slapping against my ass roughly.

"Ole, my love! Daddy, please!!!!!" I screamed, feeling the man above me shudder.

"Again... My Owl calls me that again," he moaned, nosing against my right ear as his pace grew rougher. I grinned as I began to push back against Ole, feeling his thick cock pushing ever deeper into me.

"Yess, again," I groaned, slipping a hand down to rub my clit.

"Say it again." I grinned and felt my pussy begin to tighten as Ole kept his relentless pace up.

"Fuck me harder, Daddy! I beg you!" I screamed, and he snarled. He then moved to pull me up and setting me on all fours, hands gripping my hips with bruising force, driving into me brutally. I wailed as I came around my fingers, Ole stilling within me. His cock throbbed inside me, ropes of cum filling me past the brim.

The Owl lay prone underneath him, panting heavily. The man eased his softening cock out of her, leaning over to kiss her back. Soft moans filled the cabin as the man placed more kisses along the Owl's spine.

"Little Owl, are you alright?" He asked, breath whispering across her overheated skin. She hummed and attempted to turn over, but was struggling. The man smirked and got up, pulling his Owl up with him. She leaned heavily into him, legs shaking. He then lifted her, cradling Alyx close to his chest. She curled into him more, nuzzling into his neck.

"I'm alright, my love. And I thoroughly enjoyed how rough you got," she purred, yawning deeply. The man's smirk turned into a soft smile as he laid down on the bed. His Owl slid off him, curling up into his side instead. He then pulled the thin quilt over them both, tucking it around his Owl protectively. She hummed softly, resting her head on his chest.

"My love, thank you for bringing me here," Alyx whispered, fingers slowly moving across his chest. The man turned to place a soft kiss to her forehead, lingering there for a while.

"When the man spent a century here, he welcomed the solidarity for the first couple of years. Then, it became a nuisance being alone. Then, just.. Lonely. A man missed having others around, even when they are nuisances themselves. When a man met his Owl, his world felt complete. Peaceful, even. The man grew to feel, to be afraid. Afraid for himself, but mostly afraid for his woman. Now, a man can never go back to the silence."

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The man finished doing his business when a soft groan filled the room. He hummed softly and turned back to the bed, watching his woman stretch out. Deep brown eyes met his, and a deep flush spread across her face and chest.

"My wife," the man crooned, slowly approaching her side. The Owl rolled onto her stomach, reaching out for him.

"My husband," she replied, her voice soft with remnants of sleep. The man crawled over the Owl, curling against her back. A deep moan rippled through his chest, making the woman under him shiver. Soft whimpers filled his ears, her round ass rubbing against his hardening length. He growled softly, rubbing his nose against the shell of her ear.

"Temptress.... you tempt a man with your beauty, with your desire. I crave it," he moaned, rubbing the tip of his cock along her slit. The Owl whimpered and pushed her ass against him more, silently begging him to fill her up. The man slowly eased into her warmth, moaning in time with his woman. One arm soon wrapped under her neck, the other wrapped around her waist.

"Husband, please... harder," Alyx whined, but the man growled softly.

"Slow, my Owl.. Need you slow," he murmured, savoring the feeling of his wife under him.

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Ole held me close, easing in and out of me achingly slowly.

"My Owl.. need you. Your peace," he crooned, pressing soft kisses against my neck and back.

"I'm yours, Ole. Now and forever."

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Four days later

I loathed putting clothes back on after five and a half days. Ole wrapped an arm around my hips, nuzzling my temple. He wore his kilt and boots, not yet getting around to putting his shirt back on.

"Little Owl, we will return soon. A man swears this," he purred, and I nodded against him.

"Good. I know there are still plenty of surfaces here to fuck on," I replied, leaning up to kiss his jaw. Ole growled softly, smirking.

"There will be plenty of time for those surfaces to be thoroughly enjoyed," he murmured, leaning down to kiss me deeply. When he pulled back, his eyes said it all. He didn't want to leave just as much as I did.

"We must go back, my Owl. A man promised to bring you back here soon," Ole swore, and I nodded sullenly. His soft smile made my face warm, my heart stammering.

"Pack, my Alyx. But, know this. The past five days? Those are the sins we share."

Took me long enough to write this. And it isnt nearly as long as I had hoped it to be. But, after Finn and his Mama, I'll write more for the Munch's soon!

I am in love with one man,

And he is Sam Spruell

Bleed for Me

Chapter 1

My friends were all frozen in their seats, eyes all wide and faces pale.

"Y-You're sure it was a....." Everest started, and I nodded.

"A demon, yes... I still can feel the energy, the raw power of the being. This is different than any other demon I encountered thirteen years ago. This one... I couldn't make out any distinct facial features, but.. the eyes..... they were blue, but where the whites should've been.. there was only red. And I could make out that this demon had long hair, like mine," I replied, voice betraying the terror I felt inside of me. What we didn't know was that the demon was waiting, already poised to strike again.

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"Alyx, do you mind if I sleep in your room with you?" Everest asked, and I nodded as we all trundled upstairs. We stayed up until 1:45 am, talking.

"If anything happens, try to break from the paralysis. Or, there is the option of not sleeping," Jake said, shrugging tiredly.

"You know I can't break out of the paralysis, Jake. Even if I did..." I trailed off, not wanting to think of the implications. He smiled sympathetically before heading into one of the guest rooms. Jordan and Ryan did the same as Everest and I went into my room.

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Everest's hand curled tighter into mine, her mind far away in a dream. I checked the clock again, noting it was 3:33 am. Normally around the time I would be in full blown sleep paralysis. I looked over in the corner, where the figure had shown up a few nights ago. The corner, thankfully, stayed form free. I felt sleep finally pull me under, my body relaxing fully. The last thing I heard before falling asleep was a soft voice in my ear.

"Sleep well, my little dove."

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The sun was just cresting the tops of the trees when my friends joined me on the back deck.

"Anything happen last night?" Jake asked as he sat down next to me. I shrugged and took a long sip of coffee before answering.

"No sleep paralysis last night. Did hear something, though..." I replied, shivering at how soothing the voice was. All four leaned in as I lowered my voice.

"The voice... first of all, it was extremely soothing and sultry. I've never heard any other voice so smooth... But it was what the voice said that has me reeling still. Because all I heard was 'Sleep well, my little dove.' As if the thing gave me a nickname," I whispered, shivering despite the morning's warmth.

"T-the demon gave you a nickname already.... holy shit, woman," Ryan whispered back, hands shaking so badly that his coffee threatened to spill over. I nodded as the others' terror showed on their faces.

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Two days later

"Cregan, come in here for a moment." I groaned inwardly as my boss called me into her office. I shrugged out of my embalming gear before making my way to the office.

"Yes, ma'am?" I asked as I entered Gwen's office.

"Sit, please. Alyx, I've been reviewing your work recently. And, I must say, I'm very impressed by the progress I'm seeing. I know you just recently transferred from the funeral directing side to being an embalmer. I want you to know that I am incredibly proud of the person you've become," she said, and my heart hammered in my ears. My shoulders sagged as I realized I wasn't in trouble at all.

"Gwen, thank you. It means so much hearing this from you," I replied, shaking from relief and adrenaline. Her soft smile made her look ten years younger; Younger than she already looked. Despite pushing 48, Gwen looked to be in her mid to late 30's, with the energy to match.

"Which is why I'm also offering you a higher position. Same hours, but better pay and position. You'd be a senior embalmer," Gwen told me, assessing my reaction to the news. My eyes widened, and my breath hitched in my throat.

"I wholeheartedly accept the position. I won't let you down," I said calmly, and she grinned.

"I know you won't."

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I trudged up the stairs to my room, dead tired from the day. After the meeting with Gwen, I had three more embalmings lined up. Which, for those who are unaware, embalmings take a couple hours each, at least. I finally made it to my room, grateful to be home. I slowly changed clothes, sore from the six embalmings today. As soon as I was about to lay down, a creak sounded behind me. I jumped and spun around, coming face to face with the demon from the corner.

"Hello, little dove. Thought I'd make my presence known officially," they purred, staying half hidden in the shadows.

"W-what do you want with me?" I stammered, noting the claw like ring in it's right hand glint in the lamps glow. It then stepped into the light, allowing me to see it- no, see him fully. Blue eyes looked back at me, but they weren't normal. The blue lay against red sclera, where normal eyes lay against white. Long black hair fell past his shoulders, nearly to the bottom of his chest. Multiple chains and relics adorned his neck, along with several other rings on his right hand. A frayed red leather jacket encased his bare torso, leaving little to the imagination.

"What do I want with you, little dove? That's easy enough. I've been watching you since you turned twenty six. For two years, I've watched from the shadows, waiting. Biding my time for the perfect moment. Then, the weirdest thing happened," he crooned, abnormal eyes shimmering.

"And what happened?" I asked, terrified of his answer.

"The bond between life partners snapped into place. The other night, when I stood next to your bed," he purred, coming even closer. His scent soon overwhelmed my senses; notes of pine, cashmere, wood smoke and brimstone permeated my nose, the scents mingling and calming.

"Life... partners..?" His smile shouldn't have been as handsome as it was....

"Yes, little dove. You're mine, and I'm yours," he cooed, finally standing in front of me. He cupped my chin, tipping my head up.

"I don't even know your name," I mumbled, way too comfortable being this close to a demon.

Bleed for Me

Synopsis: When an ordinary human woman begins to suffer from sleep paralysis, it catches the attention of not just her friends. For there is a silent guard keeping sentry over her. But, what none of the humans realize, this sentry is from the Further. The demon realm. And this particular being? He just so happens to be the most manipulative, yet charming there is. And there isn't anything he will let stand in the way of being with his woman. Even if it means changing her to be just like him.

Pairing: Cyrus (Insidious out of the further) x F!oc

13 years ago

"ALYX CREGAN! GET YOUR ASS BACK OVER HERE!" I cackled as I ran from my best friends, Everest and Jordan. The twins, Everest and Jordan Miller, sprinted after me, both laughing hysterically.

"MAKE ME!!!" I screamed back, making a quick turn to dash up the stairs at school. I took them two at a time, nearly tripping. The reason why I was running from my friends? I told them about the sleep paralysis I had recently. What we didn't know is that it was going to come back around 13 years later.... With a visitor.

Present day

"Hey, Everest? You remember when we were in high school?" I asked, pulling half of my unruly black curls up into a hair tie. She nodded in the mirror, brushing the hair out on the right side of my head.

"Why do you ask, Alyx?" She asked, cutting the hair close to my scalp.

"Cause the paralysis is back," I admitted quietly, and her hands froze. Her deep grey eyes met mine, and I nodded.

"Then we figure it out, like we did thirteen years ago." It was so matter of fact, that my heart squeezed in my chest. She then did the same to the left side of my hair, cutting close to the scalp before grabbing the electric razor.

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Jordan, Everest's twin brother, sat next to our other two best friends, Ryan and Jake, on the couch. When we walked in, they all grinned.

"You look like the female version of the Undertaker. Just, without all the tattoos," Ryan commented, grinning. I scoffed and gave him the middle finger, moving to sit in my double wide recliner.

Ryan was Jordan and Everest's cousin, whom I've known all three since we were ten years old. Jordan and Everest both had the same dark auburn hair; Jordan has soft hazel eyes while Everest has those dark stormy grey eyes. Ryan's mop of near bleached white blonde curls stuck out everywhere, contrasting his dark umber eyes. Jake was the odd one out. His thick curls were dyed a dark blue, matching his ice blue eyes.

"You know what, Ry. Ssshut the fuck up," I hissed, and he howled.

"You just had to pull an Ole Munch reference didnt you!" He laughed, and I grinned, despite the scar running down the right side of my face. It started at my hairline above my eye, running down to my jaw, narrowly missing my eye.

"You know I did!" I crowed, jutting my head up playfully. Everest was shaking with laughter, tears streaming down her face.

"I swear! I still remember the night you showed us that episode! I thought the boys were all gonna pass out!" She choked out, referring to the fourth episode of our favourite show Fargo. I grinned more, pulling a near flawless Green Goblin grin.

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Conversations flowed easily with my friends. It was nearly midnight when Everest brought up my paralysis.

"Alyx told me something earlier, when I was shaving the sides of her head," she started, looking at me directly. I sighed as the guys positioned themselves to face me.

"The paralysis is back. And Ev, I didn't tell you the worst part of it." Her face fell when I said that. Ryan and Jake shared a look as Jordan paled.

"What could possibly be worse than the paralysis?" Jordan asked hesitantly, scared of the answer I was about to provide. I took a deep breath to steady myself, the image of the figure next to my bed last night vivid in my mind.

"There was a figure next to my bed last night. And... I know exactly what it is," I murmured, hugging myself tight.

"What was it, Cregan..?" Ryan breathed, dark eyes wide with fear.