#and ur just watching the alarms in your body going off and youre thinking. a little pinch! ha. i think i just lost something important.

[satorusugurugurl]

HOW IS UR WRITING SOOO AMAZING 😭 ilymsjfkfn

coukd i request lazy morning sex with gojo where he has to go to work but readers needy ..?!

Good Morning

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x FAB!Reader

Word Count: 2,186

Warning: Smut, oh sweet glorious morning smut, needy reader, begging, soft fluffy lazy sex

A/N: You nonnies are speaking my language, giving me all the brain worms. I love sweet, sensual stuff like this! This one really got to me 🥵🌶

💚Requests are Open💚

You woke up, body hot, and thighs clenched together. The details of your very steamy dream slipped through your mind as you whimpered into your pillow. All you could remember was how good it felt. You needed to feel that pleasure, that release that left your shorts wet and slick with arousal.

Rolling onto your side, you bit your lip as Satoru hugged his pillow tight. His face was buried into the silk pillowcase as he breathed deeply. Your fingers were barely an inch away from his ivory skin when his alarm went off. The annoying chiming had your boyfriend groaning as he stirred. His hand reached for his phone, checking the time before another groan rumbled in his chest.

”Satoru?”

Looking over his shoulder, Satoru hummed before rolling onto his side, facing you. A smile so gentle and sweet tugged his pretty lips. “Good morning.” The raspy sound of his voice, deep and sexy, had you shivering with need. He didn't notice as his hand reached out, cupping your cheek. “Did I wake you?”

”No, I was already up.” You shifted closer, resting your hand on his while his thumb brushed your cheek. “Where do you think you’re running off to without Telling me?” Your free hand slid up his chest, fingertips teasingly grazing his collarbone.

”I have to go to work; Yaga has a mission for me.”

Your stomach churned with disappointment at his words. “Do you have to go~?” You drew out the last word, sticking out your bottom lip in a pout.

Satoru took one look at your adorable expression and shook his head with a chuckle. The days you looked at him like that were the days you had him wrapped around your finger. One pout or teary-eyed stare had him ready to do anything you requested. Especially right now, as the rays of golden morning light highlighted the curves of your body, you looked like a goddess. He would commit murder if you commanded him to do so when you looked this good.

But Yaga had told him the higher-ups specifically asked for the Gojo Satoru to complete this mission.

“Yeah, I have to go.” He groaned, burying his face back into his pillow to avoid meeting your sultry gaze. “I promise to bring you back a coffee as an apology.”

You didn’t answer him; instead, you held onto his hand that was still on your face. “I don’t want coffee.” Satoru slowly turned his head, blue eyes watching through white lashes as you slowly led his hand down your neck. “I want you to take responsibility.” You place his hand firmly against your breast. “You were doing things to me in my dream. Things that my mind can’t seem to remember.” Satoru shuddered as his fingers brushed against your hardened nipple. “But my body does.”

“Y/N, sweetheart, I have to go to this meeting. I can’t miss it.” Gojo shut his eyes tight, trying to ignore how soft your breast felt under his hand.

“Tell them there was traffic, ah~” You pressed down on his hand harder, in turn pushing it down on your nipple with the same force. “Stay in bed with me, just for a little bit, Toru.”

Fingers twitched with the desire to massage your breast to make more of those moans slip through your lips. “I can’t.” He said in a not-so-very-convincing groan as his cock started to harden within his pajama pants.

Satoru’s reserve had you pouting. You sat up in bed, your ass perched perfectly on the heels of your feet. “You can’t?” Licking your bottom lip, you smirked, watching Satoru prop himself on his elbow, watching you. “That’s a shame.” Your fingers trailed down your body, slowly undoing the bottoms of your nightshirt. “Because,” Satoru eyed your beautiful exposed skin with each button released. “I’m free now.”

Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you leaned back, spreading your legs wide and giving Satoru a sight that would forever be in the spank bank vault in his mind. Your shirt was completely unbuttoned, blue silk material cascaded down, barely covering your tits. Your skin seemed to glow in the early morning light. You were making it look soft and warm, so kissable. But what caught his gaze wasn’t the hardening nipples that were visible through the thin material of your shirt. Nor was it how your eyes roamed over his body like he was your next meal. His Six-Eyes didn't need to tell him what he was going feral over.

Upon leaning back, you gave him a perfect view of your barely covered, clothed cunt. A wet spot had saturated into the silky fabric of your shorts. He hadn’t even touched you or whispered dirty thoughts in your ear. How the fuck were you this wet?

“Fuck, what did I do to you in your dream?” you were disappointed when he didn't tackle you. Surely the sight of your wet pussy should have had him on you like wet on water. But he just laid there, propped on his side, holding himself back. All because of a stupid meeting.

“I can't remember.” you tilted your head back, bass reaching into your nightstand. “I was hoping you'd refresh my memory.” You pulled your favorite vibrator out, keeping it hidden as you laid back on your side, your back facing Satoru. “But you should get going for that meeting. I'm going to go back to sleep.”

Pouting himself this time, Satoru sat up, pushing the covers off his body. Stupid old geezers, stupid meeting. He had never denied his girlfriend sex before. Leaving you feeling unsatisfied left a sour taste in his mouth.

“I'll make it up to you when I get back—”

Soft buzzing sounded from your side of the bed. Satoru straightened so stiff he looked like someone had tugged him up by a string on his head. Blue eyes shot in your direction, watching as your hips slowly rolled, your hand gripping the pillow as you whimpered. He shot across the bed, pressing himself flush against your back. His eyes looking over your shoulder between your legs.

Your pink vibrating wand was pressed firmly against your clit. Your bottom lip was between your teeth as you rocked against the toy. You ignored Gojo, the warmth of his breath against your shoulder, how good he smelt. If he had to go to work, he needed to go. You were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself.

“What the fuck do you think you're doing?” You gasped as Satoru growled in your ear.

You turned the speed up on your vibrator, moaning. “Ooh yeah, keep talking like that~ I’ll cum in no time.” Rolling your hips faster, you felt Satoru’s erection against the curves of your ass.

“You fuckin’ brat.”

“Hey, you're the one that said you have to go to work.”

One second, you were holding your vibrator against your clit; the next second, Satoru snatched it away from you. He turned it off, and before you had a chance to protest, his hands were sliding over your body. One hand slipped under the cloth of your open shirt, palming your breast, while the other slipped under the waistband of your shorts. You inhaled, Satou’s fingers dipping into your wet heat with a gro

”You’re so fucking wet.” He teased your tight entrance, gathering your slick on his fingers. “Fuck, you really need me, don’t you?”

“Yes, please, Satoru, I need you so bad. Please, baby?”

Hot, open-mouthed kisses trailed down your neck as Satoru pulled his hand out of your shorts. He held it up in front of him. His long, gorgeous fingers were coated with your arousal. Shining in the morning sunlight. Pressing his middle and ring finger together, Satoru growled as he pulled them apart. He was watching a string of your slick stretch out with them.

Nipping at the crook of your neck, Satoru moaned. “With you being this wet, how could I not fuck you?” You opened your mouth to voice your thanks, only to have Satoru shove his slick-coated fingers inside of your mouth. The tangy yet sweet taste of you flooded your mouth as his fingers slid over your tongue. “Can you taste how needy you are? Tsk, what a bat, you're going to make me late.” While his fingers fucked your mouth, you reached behind you, tugging his pants down. “Eh, who gives a fuck? I have a more important meeting.” His free hand grabbed your right leg, hooking it over his hip before he tugged your shorts to the side. “This pussy needs my full attention. Everyone else can wait.”

The head of his cock, pressed firmly against your tight cunt, before he pushed inside. You gasped around his fingers as the thick tip slid slowly inside of you. No matter how many times Satoru fucked you, you would never get used to the stretch. Your eyes rolled back as he kept his fingers in your mouth, his cock sliding deeper inside your tight heat. Fuck, you needed this, needed him.

“Christ, Y/N, you’re hugging me so fucking tight right now.” He began lazily rocking into you. “What, do you think this is another dream? That I’ll be fucking your cunt so good, you’ll be right on the edge, but before you can cum you wake up?” His cock brushed over your g-spot, your eyes widening. “Ohh, I hit the good spot; you tightened around me. Did that feel good?” You mumbled around his fingers. “Oh, that’s right,” He pulled his fingers out of your mouth with a wet pop. “Try that again.”

”Y-Yes, Toru, feels good there.” The pure lust in your voice had Satoru’s cock throbbing inside of you. “Please hit there again.”

Your loving boyfriend slowly pulled out, rocking into your sweet spot again. His thrusts were slow and lazy. He could have easily pressed your face into the mattress and fucked you as hard as he could. If he did, he would be able to satisfy both of you and get to his meeting in time. But that didn’t feel right. You had been so eager for him, so wet. Fucking you fast and hard to get you to cum, wasn’t what you needed. Slow, easy fucking was what your body craved.

It was the reason why you were clamping down on his cock, throbbing with each gentle thrust. You were whining into your pillow because he took his time with you. Fucking fast was nice, but this, god fuck, this was a whole other level of sex. It was lazy, intimate, and god, it felt so good. Satoru melted into your back, his lips planting a trail of kisses over your neck while his other hands caressed your soft skin.

“Fuck you feel good, perfect pussy hugging my cock.”

“Satoruu~”

“Yeah, baby~ I know it feels so good.” His eyebrows furrowed together. “Feels so good, your pussy Y/N. Fuuuck.” He whined, thrusting a bit deeper but keeping the same lazy pace. “I love you, love this pussy.”

“Mmm, Satoru.” Turning your head, you kissed the side of his head. “Love you too, love your cock~ I had to wish it a good morning too.”

Satoru’s eyes rolled back as he turned, kissing you deeply as his cock rushed your g-spot over and over. “Good morning~ good fuckin’ morning.” your eyebrows shot up as you gasped. “Ah, fuck clamping down on me. You close. You going to cum all over my cock, baby?” his hand left your hip, reaching down, toying with your clit.

“Yes, fuck, Toru.” you lazily rocked back in time with his slow deep thrusts. Your cries of pleasure drown out the sound of chirping birds. “Cum inside cum inside of me, please~!”

“Oooh fuck, fuck, I'm going to fill you up so good.” Throwing back your head, you watched his finger speed up. “Fuck my cum so deep into your cunt you won't miss me when I'm gone. Then when I get home, I'll lick your pussy clean.”

“T-Toru~ cum~ cumming!!” you screamed, watching as you squirted all over your loving boyfriend's cock.

“Fuck~ fuck gonna cum~ gonna cum~!” He breathed against your neck before gasping as ropes of his hot cum filled your pussy. Spurt after spurt filled you full, leaving you humming happily as Satoru let out a pleased groan. “Mhmm Y/N, you beautiful girl.” He turned his head, watching your heavy loads open and close.

“Mmm?” You questioned as he held you tighter, pulling the sheets over the two of you.

“Nothing, go back to sleep. I love you.”

He loved you so much he sat through an hour-long lecture Yaga gave him for being forty minutes late to his meeting. But if he were allowed to do this morning over, he wouldn't have changed a thing. Expect for maybe eating you out before he left. Oh well, he had all the time in the world to do that the second he got home.

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[cordyce]

ao’nung the type of guy to have u sneak out of ur marui pod in an UNGODLY hour of the night just to take on a swim date to not have anyone around mhm and i have a lot to say abt this.......

⇢ WHISPERS & WAVES

ao’nung x gn!reader

includes: flirty ao’nung. sneaking out. fluff & shit.

notes: god he’s so aggravating i’d risk a scolding for him i really would. not proofread at all if u see mistakes then squint

you try to ignore it the first time. pretend you didn’t really hear it and simply doze back off.

"psst."

refusing to move from the comfort of your cot, you keep your eyes screwed shut and your body stiff so as to still appear asleep. after all, it is bad enough you have been stirred from your slumber, you aren't positive your family will take too lightly to being stirred from theirs.

"pssst!"

it's louder, this time, but yet you do not so much as twitch your toes. hopefully even if your family hears they will merely think it to be the wind brushing something against your shared marui pod. and, surely, your perpetrator would not keep this up if you did not give in to his pestering.

but you are very foolish to think that. and very, very wrong.

because he does not hiss out an alarm the third time, no. instead, a hand is wrapping around your ankle and tugging you across the woven floor, mat and all. your eyes dart open instantly, your body shooting up and hand flying to stop your late night intruder from his tugging on you. the scraping sound of his dragging halts immediately, and you flash a quick glance around your marui to clock the sleeping states of your family. thankfully, they still all seem settled into deep rest. a miracle, honestly.

"are you crazy?" you hiss, low and airy so as not to be heard.

"i knew you were awake," ao'nung simpers back, lets go of your ankle only to circle his grip around your wrist. "come on."

"it is the middle of the night, ao'nung." you do not hesitate to berate him, but you make no move to free yourself from his grip either. you wonder why you even play through this argumentative repetition anymore. maybe, it's to convince yourself that you do not hold these late night rendezvous at the same level he does.

(an incredibly false sentiment, regardless of how much mindless convincing you attempt to do).

"that's the point," he grins; wide and boyish and hopelessly endearing, as much as you hate to admit it.

but you must admit it—because it would be pointless not to—and you fault that disposition alone for not resisting one bit when ao'nung begins to pull you along by the wrist. all you're given is a split, shuffling second to glance back at your family before you're being whisked away down the netted pathways.

loosening up is easier with each footfall, and soon you don't even need ao'nung's persuasive vice to guide you along with him. you follow willingly, enticingly. your soles hit sand just as muted giggles begin to leave your mouth. ao'nung tugs at your tail, pinches at your waist as the two of you run across shore. breathy chuckles and dropped guards; you watch your volumes but not your hands.

night brings freedom—from analytical gazes, responsibilities, pressure. ao'nung likes the night, you have learned; thrives in it. perhaps another reason you find it so easy to give into him.

he sends a daring look over his shoulder as he begins to wade into the water. a taunt, a question. are you going to join me? you will join me, won't you? you will swim the seas with me until the sun burns out and night reigns forever and we are all that is left and—you will join me?

you will—you do. as soon as ao'nung turns back around to dive into the water you are rushing immediately after him. it's cold, chilling, against your skin as you break through it. but that does not mean it is unwelcome.

below the tide ao'nung greets you. he is still smiling, still keen, but it is softer. bubbles trickle from his lips to the surface like glitter chasing the heavens. he glistens and gleams and he is beautiful, here. you would not dare ever utter such a thing to his face for fear of it being held above your head for the rest of your adjoined lives. but it is truth and you stand by it, tuck it away into the crevices of your heart. within a file tagged: ma ao'nung alone, for only my eyes.

because this here, right now, is only for you, is it not?

ao'nung swims a circle around you, causes the ocean to spin you at its whim and you do not protest. you give way to see him like this; playful in the most innocent, pure sense. no animosity, so spite. you wonder if he even realizes how much of himself he gives away at times like these. if he's even aware he's baring bits and pieces of his soul to you.

you do not wish to complain and you will take all that you're given with outstretched hands and an ever-open heart. ao'nung is like the ocean: ruthless and unruly but strong and blanketing of all those held within him.

you have always been fond of the ocean.

his circling stops and he tips his head back up to the surface. more air, a need to breathe, he conveys. you've been so caught up in it all you hadn't even realized your chest had started to burn. funny, how such vital things can be pushed to the side.

you follow him, breach the sea and inhale until your lungs are satisfied. as you blink the water out of your eyes, you catch ao'nung's gaze. one beat, two beats—by the third you're laughing. at what, for why, you have no clue. but you aren't entirely sure there needs to be a comprehensible reason behind it.

it is warm and it is light, and that is enough.

"how about we play a game," ao'nung proposes. "whoever gets a shell from the ocean floor and makes it back to surface first wins."

"oh, you're so on," you snort, let a playful smirk tilt the edges of your lips. "do not cry too hard when i beat you."

"as if you could beat me," he snarks back, mirroring your grin, as he lines himself up with you. "go in three."

you narrow your eyes at him, splash a smidgen of water at his face just to vaguely throw him off his game. he splashes back, you do not fight it. you seem so drained of fight tonight.

"two."

ao’nung’s feet knock against yours underwater. an accident while keeping himself afloat, you know, but you still nudge him back with your own. his grin widens, you tip your head in a taunting manner.

"one."

now, in any other circumstance, one might expect ao'nung to be the cheating type. and, to be completely forthcoming, they'd be right. ao'nung is not a textbook cheater, you would say, but he knows his way about bending rules without causing the brittle decrees to break in order to turn the table in his favor. he likes to win, and he likes doing so by any means necessary.

but, that does not ring true in the case of you. ao'nung becomes a fair man within your presence. you like to joke that it's because he's scared of you, too afraid of what you might do in retaliation to his swaying. but you know that that is not the reason behind it at all. rather, he holds enough respect for you within his heart, that he would not try to pull your plug early. and you can't help but admire that.

especially now, as he even waits half a second after you take your dive to take his.

you know it will not make much difference and—despite your own competitive hunger to win—you know ao'nung could give you a five second head start and still best you easily. he is one of (if not the) strongest swimmers in your entire clan. you never had a fighting chance of winning, but you put on an act like you're trying to anyways, just to appease him.

you retrieve the first shell your hand grazes as you reach the bottom and instantly push off the sandy floor to race back to the top. and, just like you predicted, ao’nung is already a whole body’s length closer to air than you. his smile has turned triumphant, proud. you hate that you think it suits him.

you meet him above the waves only a few moments after he rises through them himself. he’s already opening his mouth for a tease before you even have the chance to move the sopping hair out of your eyes.

“what did you say, about beating me?” he goads, waving the shell he’s picked in front of your face. “i should have put some odds on the deal. what an easy win.”

of course it was, you want to say, but, “oh, shut it,” is what leaves your mouth.

you roll your eyes as you reach over to shove at his head. and he wastes no time in grabbing your arm, tugging you closer in the chilly water so that his chest brushes yours with every other flutter of your feet to keep you from sinking. his smirk is still there, still cocky and prideful and haughty, but his eyes twinkle with something more genuine in nature.

“why do you bring me out here, ao’nung?”

perhaps it is not something you should be so easily inclined to ask. not now, not when you are having such a good time with him. not while he’s got you so close. and yet, maybe that makes it the perfect time to ask such a thing. maybe, the heart finds it harder to lie when its pair is only separated by two inches of water and slanted ribs.

ao’nung’s snide expression falters; fizzles out like a star who’s died years ago and now it’s light has finally decided to dim. but it is not regretful, not bad.

it is more so contemplating, thinking of how to define its own existence.

“it is just… nice.” he juts out his bottom lip, drops his gaze from yours then back up. it’s so real, raw. he’s beautiful. “when everyone else is around, i get annoyed. they are all so nosy. and they—agh.”

he tries to throw his head to the side in a groan but you stop him. your hand molds to his cheek, brings him back to you. it’s almost comical, the pout on his lips.

“they what?” you ask, because you’d like to know. whatever it is.

and ao’nung takes a moment to chew it over. like he’s really having to think about if he really wants to tell you or not. (you think if he settles on not, you’ll just have to twist his ear until he agrees, but you don’t voice that just yet).

finally, he puffs out a breath. “everyone is just always looking. at you. at us. what we’re doing. and that’s just so…!”

“wait, you,” your eyes widen, the corners of your lips twitch up, “you’re shy!”

“i am not—“

“oh my eywa,” you laugh, wholly and totally uncaring of the volume of such now, “this is why you like to meet at night? when no one is around? that’s so—you’re so cute, ao’nung!”

“oh, i’ll show you cute,” he grumbles.

and suddenly you’re gasping as you’re being thrown back. a split second into the air before you’re splashing into the water. you’re all sorts of twisted around, but with a few passes of erratic thrashing, you make your way back up to the surface. you’re sucking in a breath as you hear ao’nung’s busting of a gut. you’re glad he finds nearly drowning you funny.

“oh now that,” he chuckles, reaches forward to sweep the mess of hair out of your eyes so that you can get the chance to glare at him properly. “that’s cute.”

“how do you somehow always end up spinning these things onto me?” you question, allowing him to pull you close once again, despite the chattering of your teeth.

“you just make it too easy,” he levels, pinching at your waist and laughing once more at how you jerk from it. and yet, you let him place your arms around his neck, don’t object to how he settles his own hands onto your hips submerged in the sea. how uncouth of you, your father might just be ashamed. but as ao’nung’s gaze softens, you can’t find it within yourself to care about his approval right now. “you make everything too easy.”

“why, prince ao’nung, are you flirting with me?” you ask through a faux gasp. and now it’s his turn to roll his eyes at you. but it is done lovingly, with a squeeze to your hips and another inch closer.

“i’m about to do a whole lot more than flirt,” he murmurs, darting his eyes to your lips, closing the gap that suddenly seems eons too far. light reflects off the droplets clinging to his lashes like a linear constellation, and you wonder if they’ll transfer across your cheeks as you let your eyes flutter shut with the first brush of his salty lips against your own.

moonlight tends to paint the prettiest pictures when it is veiling over tides and two young lovers, you think. beauty is forged among the whispers and waves.

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#THANK U FOR THE ASK ILY I HOPE THIS IS OKAYSJDH #blurb #ao’nung x reader #aonung x reader #ao’nung drabble #ao’nung x you #aonung x you #avatar x reader #atwow x reader #ao’nung fluff #aonung fluff #atwow fluff

[snowyquokka]

DRAINED

bf felix x gn reader

cw: hurt/comfort, angst, mentions of anxiety, stress, crying, fluff (maybe?), swearing, overworked felix, shitty grammar

wc: 0.6k

a.n - my first attempt at hurt/comfort. did i do well? <3

dont hate me but i think i prefer writing angst rather than anything else

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Felix sighs and all but throws himself on top of you as you sit on the couch. “Hi, baby.” you giggle as he nuzzles his face into your neck.

“What’s the matter, Sunshine?” you say as you run your fingers through his soft blonde hair.

“Exhausted, overwhelmed, sad,” he lists against your neck. You always feel bad when he comes home from the studio or after he’s toured. Your boyfriend is constantly tiring himself, working as hard as he possibly can. You wish he would take care of himself once in a while. Felix says that’s what you’re for anyways.

You press a kiss to his temple and hum.

“Why are you sad, love?” He sighs and snuggles closer to you.

“I kept fucking up my part. Redid it five times.” you can feel him pout. Another example of him pushing himself to his limits is when he frustrates himself to the point where nothing satisfies him. He could go hours with many fantastic takes but will insist on retrying it until it’s absolutely perfect.

“I’m sure you did amazing,” Felix squeezes you tighter and inhales deeply.

“‘m sorry,” he says, breaking the comfortable silence. You pull back enough to be able to see his face. He has no makeup on, his freckles on full display. Sometimes when you’re bored you’ll pretend like they’re constellations and connect them in your head.

“Sorry for what, Lix?”

“For bothering you with this kinda stuff. It's not important and I don't want to worry you.” Your heart plummets down to the floor.

“Why wouldn’t it be important to me, love? If you’re upset, I’m upset. Your problems are mine.” you kiss his forehead softly. Felix shifts in your arms so he’s at eye level.

You hold his hands while you watch a single tear stream down his cheek. He immediately wipes it away and displays a small, but not reassuring, smile.

“Thank you,” he sniffles and leans his forehead against yours.

“Of course, Sunshine. I’m always going to be here.”

TWO DAYS LATER

You’re sitting in bed watching a random movie when your phone dings.

my only sunshine <3: im gonna be a little late tonight

my only sunshine <3: im sorry. i love you ❤️

you: its okay baby. let me know when ur on ur way !! i love you too

You sigh and lock your phone. It’s not like you’re mad at him or anything of that sort. It’s just difficult watching him drain himself again and again. No matter what you say, he always goes back to overworking himself.

Tears that you hadn’t noticed were brimming fall down your cheeks. You turn everything off and close your eyes, inhaling Felix’s scent from the pillows.

You wake to the sound of the front door closing and glance at the alarm clock,

5:08am

Fuck. Is he just getting home?

You climb out of bed and wander into the living room where you find your boyfriend sitting with his face in his hands, he immediately notices you. He had turned the small lamp in the corner on, allowing you to take in his disheveled state.

His long blonde hair tousled from his fingers being ran through it. His eyes bloodshot from what seemed like hours of crying and lack of sleep. His hands shake and his leg bounces up and down in an anxious manner.

“Baby?” you whisper with worry laced in your voice prompting Felix’s body to almost automatically rack with sobs. You quickly pull him into you and wrap your arms around his figure, the only sound present in the room being both of your cries blended together.

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[ccbunnv]

omg hi i need rough bill smut !!! love ur writing btw take ur time hun <333

this is for 2013 bill btw teehee i needed to show some love for that era of his <33

˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 bill x fem! reader smut

the alarm clock beeps and you're forced to wake up to endure yet another day of work. you work in white-collar positions, which is just bullshit term for working in corporate.

you force yourself to sit up, rubbing your eyes groggily before looking out the window. the same Los Angeles city skyline greets you and you sigh, taking in the view before having to leave for work.

you look beside you, and a better view graces your eyes. your fiancé, Bill. his peaceful face, set upon the soft pillow, his blonde hair strewn about yet decorating his face perfectly.

combing his locks back to see his face properly, you can't help but press a kiss onto his forehead, just for good luck. you soon flip the blanket off your body and get off the bed.

but as you're standing, you suddenly feel Bill's hand grab ahold of your waist and pulls you back into the sheets. like a horror movie, he tugs you back into his embrace.

"don't go." he says softly.

"I have to." you mumble back.

"just take a day off." he says, pressing a kiss against your back.

"I can't do that." you say, turning your head over to kiss his temple.

"please?" his voice is soft, as if begging you to stay.

"no, love." you sigh, turning around so you can hug him properly.

your arms hold him close, your face promptly buried in his chest, "I'll be home before you know it."

"no, it'll feel like ages." he groans.

"you can always watch movies while I'm gone. walk the dogs, maybe you can go pester Tom?" you say softly.

"I don't want to do that. I wanna laze around with you today. it's a lazy friday." he mumbles, pressing his lips on the top of your head.

"it's just a day left, then tomorrow you'll have me all to yourself." you say, trying to lift his spirits.

"I want you today, though." he says, still trying to convince you to stay back in bed with him.

"as much as I'd love to, sweetheart." you say, "I can't."

he grumbles, keeping you in his arms for as long as he could, "then why don't I show you why you should stay in bed with me?"

you're curious, until he buries his face into the crook of your neck, his hand creeping into your shirt. you can feel his tattooed hand cup your breast, his thumb pressing onto your nipple.

your breath hitches and you whine softly, arching your back. his teeth find placement on your shoulder, digging his canines in just slightly.

he pulls away, brushing his tongue against the bite mark he left you. a quiet whimper leaves your lips as you try to respond, "Bill, come on, not now..."

"just be quiet," he whispers, "and let me pleasure you, hm?"

you think about it, hesitating before you nod. he smirks and kisses your lips, "atta girl."

he presses his lips against yours once more, this time he slips his tongue in without a warning. you could feel his tongue prodding at every inch of your mouth, taking claim of what's his.

a muffled moan finds its way out of your mouth and he returns it with a groan, rolling your nipple betwixt his thumb and his index finger. it's early in the morning, but you needed him. badly.

his hand leaves your breast and trails its way down your waist, towards your hips, where you wear nothing but your own panties. he slides his hand under your panties and presses his fingers against your clit, making another sultry moan leave your lips.

he pulls away slowly and trails kisses down your chin, to your throat. his index and middle finger find their way down, rubbing your clitoris in circles, teasing you relentlessly. you buck your hips, trying to find some friction to soothe the desire in between your thighs.

with a laugh, he pulls his hand back which makes you snap your eyes open, wondering why he would do that. he pushes himself up and sits on his knees, finding placement in between your thighs.

you notice his hard-on, quite literally straining his grey calvin klein boxers. his hand lifts the t-shirt you wore to sleep, one of his old shirts from 2009. your nipples stiffen as they're exposed to the cold air, and he licks his lips.

his hand returns in between your thighs, his index and middle finger prodding at your cunt before delving into your hole. he leans over and takes one of your nipples into his mouth, pressing his tongue against it while thrusting his fingers into your pussy.

the wet squelches that fill the room is accompanied by your whorish moans, your thighs trembling as you feel your own orgasm about to wash over. but as it's about to happen, he pulls away with a smile.

you pant, holding his forearms tightly, "why'd you do that...?"

he doesn't respond, instead he flips you over, your head against the pillow and your ass in the air. his hand tugs at his own boxers, pulling them down and freeing his cock.

he presses his dick against your slick, which entices a moan from your throat, muffled by the pillow. you can feel each vein on his shaft upon your heat, teasing you ever so slightly.

his tip presses against your entrance, and you wriggle your hips, trying to urge him to push it in. he laughs at your impatience, before finally entering. the way his shaft filled you up, the feeling was indescribable.

in one go, he pushes everything in, until he was balls deep within your cunt. you grip the sheets, sob-like whines leaving your lips involuntarily. you couldn't help it, he feels so good.

slowly, he pulls his hips away and with twice the speed, he rams it in, earning a choked moan from you. he repeats this action, his hand reaching over to grab a handful of your hair, tugging it as he fucked you ruthlessly. the tip of his cock would hit your g-spot, continuously abusing it and it made your thighs tremble.

your body is covered in sweat, the bedsheets are all wet, and you're sure to be late but you couldn't care. not when he was rearranging your guts like this. moans rumble out of your throat, your breath coming in short while he simply kept thrusting.

"fuck, good girl..." he grunts, "so tight...f'me."

your eyes roll back into your skull, your drool already staining the pillow case. you begin to move your hips back, in rhythm to his thrusting, and he only laughed when you did.

he praises you, "good girl, so cute...you want my cum?"

you nod enthusiastically, maybe you were just a little bit dick-crazy right now but you know, who cares.

his hips stutter as it continues to smack against your ass, filling you with his dick before pulling away momentarily, signalling that he's so close to filling you with his seed.

the thought of it arouses you even more and you could feel your own orgasm coming again. he pulls on your hair more, and whispers right into your ear, "don't you even think of cumming yet, schatz."

you abide his command with a moan, nodding stupidly.

he drives his cock furthur into you, prodding at the entrance of your womb. you let out another moan, unable to hold it in anymore. that's when he chuckles breathily, "cum with me, love, okay?"

you nod once more, whining into the pillow.

with one final thrust, thick ropes of his seed paint your gummy walls, leaving them in a milky white. your brain short circuits as you cum with him, leaving a thin sheen of gloss on the base of his dick.

he continues to thrust into you, though his movements much more sloppier. he drives his cum deep into you, seemingly set on making you pregnant. a circle of white froth forms at his base, and he pulls out finally.

he smiles upon seeing you all tired, and leans over to kiss your forehead. he flips you back over and looks at the clock, before smiling, "oh hey, you're late for work. guess you should take the day off, huh."

you grumble, punching his chest lightly, "screw you."

"you just did."

"horrible pun."

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a/n: heehee i fitted some of my kinks i hope you all liked that

#tokio hotel #y2k #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x you #bill kaulitz smut

[love-bitesx]

what would hobie do in a situation where reader, who’s a new spider person (like pavitr, like they got bitten by the spider few months ago or smth) had just went through their canon event?? whether it be what he would do after the event or during is completely up to you, im just curious and i have hobie brainrot rn LMAOAOAO

ofc if u don’t wanna do this request thats completely fine, have a good rest of ur day/night!!

hobie x gn!reader

warnings: death, family member dying, very (very) brief description of a dead body, but nothing graphic at all. hobie just wants u to be safe n happy :( he’s been through that grief and his heart hurts knowing you’re abt to go through it too :(

you couldn’t move.

your watch emitted a blaring, shrill alarm, miguel desperately trying to make contact, but you were frozen. bones aching, numb, all you could do was stare at the scene in front of you with watery eyes.

“i-,” your body betrayed you, catching your words as they try to escape, clawing at the walls of your throat as they get dragged back down into the growing pit in your stomach. falling to your knees, numb to the feeling of rubble against your bones, you picked up a slab of concrete and threw it to the side.

“uncle ben.”

it was all you could muster, voice small and hoarse, and if a mouse had squeaked at the same time, you would’ve lost in comparison. shaking hands rising to touch his face, a strangled choke broke out at the cold, lifeless skin that met your trembling fingertips. he looked strangely peaceful, sending a bolt of pain directly to your heart.

“no-no, please, uncle ben,” your thoughts unravelled, grabbing at his shirt, as if you could shake the life back into his bones, “please, i can’t do this– i can’t do this without you.”

you’d only been a “spider person” for 4 months. only 4 months of navigating the most isolating, terrifying journey with no one but your dear uncle by your side. he’d grown with you, seeing you muster from dangling off climbing frames in playgrounds as a child, to scaling buildings and saving lives. not a day went past when he wasn’t there with you, holding your hand through the unfathomable changes.

it all happened so quickly. one moment, you’re fighting an anomaly, bashing around the streets of your earth, leading the monster further away from the crowds – until it threw itself, headfirst into a neighbouring building, office blocks, you think to yourself, nothing too serious. that is, until you trap it, ready to send it back to miguel with ease, and lay eyes on the scene it left behind. people crushed under concrete, glass shattered the streets, and a familiar face unconscious on the pavement.

“y/n,” a voice sounds from behind you, but your soul is too busy trying to claw it’s way out of your chest to notice, or care. you laid on his unmoving torso, heart ripping at the vacancy of its usual heaving.

“y/n,” it sounded again, and a twang of familiarity shone its way through the darkness.

“he’s–” you sobbed, reluctantly lifting your head, “i couldn’t save him, i– it’s all my fault, hobie.”

“shh, come ‘ere,” you barely felt his arms wrapping around you, your body was numb. it’s like you were a ghost, haunting your own skin – a poltergeist in the wind.

regardless, you fell into him, gripping his leather vest until your knuckles were white. sobbing into his chest, his ringed hand came up to calm you, running it softly over the curves of your spine, voice low as he whispers into you, “it ain’t your fault, love.”

“you two, you need to get back—” miguel’s voice came booming from a growing portal, spider-people spilling into your dimension, ready to bring the anomaly home, until hobie cut him off sternly.

“fuck off, miguel,” he spat, pulling his arms tighter around you, feeling as though if he held you close enough, he could shelter you from the grief. maybe, if he kept you in his arms, he could carry the burden of your loss on his own studded shoulders. but, he knew he couldn’t, he’d been there before – they all had. all he could do was be there for you, a hand to hold and shoulder to cry on.

and so that’s exactly what he did.

“love, gonna come stay with me for a bit, yeah?” he whispered into your hair, and you nodded weakly, his heart surged, “just ‘til you feel a’ight.”

he placed a kiss – gentle, safe – to your forehead.

“i’ll look after you, darlin’.”

#hobie brown #hobie brown fanfiction #hobie brown imagine #hobie brown drabble #hobie brown fluff #hobie brown angst #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie my beloved #atsv hobie #hobie headcanons #hobie #astv hobie #hobie x y/n #hobie x you #hobie spiderverse #hobie x reader #across the spiderverse #spiderpunk #spiderman x reader #spider punk #spider punk x you #spider punk x reader #love-bitesx #— mine

[charliehoennam]

angel.

Pairing: Louis Bloom (nightcrawler) x F!reader A/N: i blame jake for this. lou bloom is a fucking psycho, stay away from people like him. this is purely fictional, people. this was named out of inspiration from angel by massive attack, so kudos to them as well.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, NON-CON drug use and NON-CON intercourse, unprotected sex (wrap ur willies, kiddies), crime, language, somnophilia. (consent is EVERYTHING, yall. again, this is fictional)

Word count: 5,900+ ( i think this might be the most i've ever written)

SHARING IS CARING, SO PLEASE REBLOG

It’s early morning as you’re carrying a box into your newly rented apartment.

Louis is stunned when his eyes land on you, forgetting about the water he’d been using to hydrate his plant until it drips onto his foot and snaps him back to reality.

“Ah, shit” he hissed, quickly lifting the glass up. 

Turning his attention back to the window, he watches as you enter the living room. It’d been empty for a long time; he was curious as to who would move in there. All the apartments were pretty much the same. What made this apartment so special was that it was directly across from his. With uncurtained windows, he could look right inside from his.

Hypnotized by you, he’s frozen in place. The feeling is all too foreign for him.

Louis isn’t exactly a social butterfly. In fact, he always found easier to avoid people as much as humanly possible. Not out of fear, but out of disdain. At the height of his career with Video Production News taking off, he strongly believes he’s learned to manipulate normal human emotions which he’s almost never felt.

There’s just something about you that brings out some of those unfamiliar feelings in him and floods him with desire. Attraction surely has a hand in it. No one could deny your beauty, and your body makes only more difficult for him to ignore you.

Infatuated by you, he watches you attentively from the corner of his window. He can’t let you see him. He can’t let you catching him staring at your ass curve as you bend down to pick up a box outside. The leggings you wear provoke him further, outlining your panty on the back and mound in the front.

He doesn’t even know your name yet, but you already have his imagination going wild. It’s almost like you’re calling for him.  

With his blood flowing straight down to his cock, he zones out daydreaming about what you’d look like on all fours, bent down with your face buried in his sheets. He thinks about how round your ass would look perched in the air for his gaze; how inviting your pussy would look from behind; how soft your skin must feel despite the goosebumps he’d make you feel.

Such a pretty little thing for him to violate.

His hand seems to have a life of its own as it reaches his crotch, palming his twitching cock over his gray slacks. He knows, right there and then, that he has to have you and his devious mind is already churning with a plan.

He decides to wait until the people helping you - who he assumes are your friend - leave. In the meantime, he times his exit to the precise moment everyone’s in your apartment having pizza to make a quick run to Bob’s Market around the corner.

He needs an excuse to approach you without raising any alarms in your mind. He needs you to feel safe around him; make you think he has only the most genuine interests at heart.

Chocolate chip cookies should do just that. Who doesn’t like chocolate chip cookies?

The warm L.A. sun shines down on him, illuminating his deviant plan. He wonders how he got so lucky to be at the right place, at the right time. He knows he has to do whatever he can to make you his.

No one will love you like he will. No one can take care and protect you the way he can. He would kill for you. How many people could do that without fearing the consequences for you? How many would devote themselves to you and do absolutely anything to keep you, even if he has to harm you?

Entering the store, he wanders around for a minute before opening the refrigerator door and grabbing a package of the ready-to-bake cookie dough. You really should be grateful. You got him baking before he even knows your name.

Fidgeting with his keys in his pockets, he eyes the supply store across the street. A lightbulb lights up in his head with an addition to his plan.

With the cookie dough in a plastic bag, he strolls over to the supply store. The ropes on display make him stop in his wandering stride.

“Not yet,” he tells himself.

Convincing himself to control his impulse, he picks up the silicone putty he came for and purchases it with ease.

“Locked myself out of my car the other day. Gotta make sure to a get copy of it made today, but I also got some errands to run. Life in L.A. never sleeps, does it?”

With his chin tilted down and eyebrows narrowed, his chuckle unsettles the cashier although the poor terrified man nervously smiles back. There is no ignoring the chills Louis gives him.

Unsettling people is in his nature and Louis hasn’t quite learned how to tweak that part of him. He supposes he has to practice his smile a little more in the mirror.

As he arrives back to his building, he overhears one of the guys coming out of the building to collect another box. You’re nowhere in sight thankfully, so he lowers his head and pushes the sunglasses perched on his nose up along its bridge.

Once inside, he heads to the bathroom for a quick piss. As he’s washing his hands, his stoic gaze lifts. He stares at the mirror emotionlessly.

He knows right from wrong. His methods may be questionable, but they’re not done without thought and calculation.

Opening the medicine cabinet, the transparent orange bottle of sleeping pills seems to glow at him. He knows he shouldn’t. It’s morally wrong, but when has moral high ground ever stopped him before?

Tucking the bottle into his pocket, he closes the cabinet before staring at his reflection. He’s determined to do whatever he has to. He needs to have you. This is hopeless love at first sight. Many people wish for love like his.

Once the cookies are baked and cooled off, he’s stood in the kitchen assembling them into the nicest plastic container he owns when he overhears you saying goodbye to your friends down below. He rushes to the window.

If anyone of the people assisting you are in a relationship with you, this would be the time to find out, right? A kiss on the lips or – if the man is anything like the boyfriend you should have – he’d offer to stay and help you unpack. Maybe christen the new home.

Louis doesn’t even realize how he’s holding his breath until it finally fogs the glass when he breathes out. You hug the men one by one. There’s no kiss on the lips. His hopes get higher as he smirks to himself.

Your conversation is distant, but he can hear better after he cracks his window open just a little bit.

“Are you sure you don’t want us to stay and help you unpack?” Matt asks.

He freezes and deception grows in his chest along with a pang of anger.

“Yeah, I’m sure. You guys have done so much already with the packing and carrying all the boxes.”

“We wouldn’t mind staying longer to help you,” Tyler joins in.

“No, really. I’m good,” you chuckle at their insistence. “I got this, guys. Don’t worry.”

“Alright. Just call if you need anything else. And thank you for the pizza and beer,” Matt smiles at you. “And I’m really sorry about all this mess.”

“Will you stop apologizing? I understand entirely. Just make sure you take care of my best friend and her baby and we’re good” you smirk moving to hug Matt after hugging Tyler. Relief washes over Louis. He concludes they’re only friends.

“I’ll see you later then. Take care.”

You nod and wish the same back to Matt. You watch the boys head out towards their car as you stand in the entrance's doorway.

While you begin unpack in the early afternoon, Louis realizes he needs to wait until it’s early evening for his plan to be precisely timed with the darkness of the night.

The cookies are done and now, he has to wait.

The move was smoother than you’d expected.

You had to move out when your roommate Cara told you she’d be needing more room since she found out she and Matt were expecting a child. With him moving in and a baby to prepare for, the apartment would be even more crowded than it was at the time. And you couldn’t agree more.

It was a sudden bomb, sure, but the fact that they knew that and were willing to do whatever they could to help softened the blow a whole lot. Matt even offered to pay for the entire move, but you couldn’t let them do that. Especially with a baby on the way.

Time was all you asked for and they made sure to give you plenty of it. So, instead, he offered to help with the move physically with the assistance of his younger brother Ty.

Once the brothers drove off safely, you walk back to your apartment. Thankfully, there are only two levels to the condo, and your apartment is on the ground level.

You look around your new home as you think about where to start so you decide to set up your sound system to get some music playing. Music always helps to provide a sense of company and pass the time.

You begin with the bedroom since you figure it’ll take most of your time. Besides, it’d be nice to not have to worry about where you’ll sleep when you’re too tired to continue and decide to call it a night.

Afterwards, you move to the kitchen to start organizing everything into its rightful place. You want to make sure you have your flow down. Coffee powder, filters and mugs go above the coffee maker. Plates, bowls and silverware go near the stove. Glasses go next to the fridge. Dish towels go in the drawer by the sink.

With every item neatly and strategically placed, the feeling of independence blossoms. This is your home now. Your haven. The very air you breathe smells of freedom. You can’t help, but smile as you look around and admire the apartment, although you realize it definitely needs more furniture.

Now that you don’t have to consult anyone anymore about placing artwork on the walls or buying an armchair, you can gradually work your way into giving the apartment a more personal touch.

Soon after you set all the pots and pans in a cabinet below the counter, you hear a knock at your door. You frown as you hesitate for a moment, thinking about who it could be.

Maybe it’s Matt and Tyler coming back to pick something they’d forgotten up. It has to be; you told very few people about your move and even fewer knew your new address. You weren’t expecting to have any guests over either.

So, you walk stealthily quiet towards the door to peer through the tiny peephole.

There’s a man standing on the other side of the door. You don’t know him. You’ve never seen him before, but the plastic container in his hands intrigues your curiosity.

“He’s probably just a neighbor”, you reassure yourself.

Louis notices your shadow casting underneath the door from the other side. The simple fact that you’re already acknowledging his existence has his heart thrumming with adrenaline and excitement, which he forces himself to contain.

“She knows me now,” he thinks to himself.

Watching him glance down at the foot of the door, you realize he must already know you’re at the door. He can see you. At this point, it would just be rude to pretend you’re not home, but you’re not sure who he is.

All you can tell is that he seems pretty attractive through the peephole which isn’t really helpful, but it does entice you to open the door.

“Can I help you?”

“Uh, hi. I couldn’t help but notice you just moved in earlier today. My name’s Louis. I’m your neighbor. I live in the next building in apartment 3F.”

He doesn’t sound threatening. His voice is actually softer than his appearance. You can’t quite put your finger on it, but something about him gives you the chills and you can’t figure out what or why.

“I’m not a raging psycho killer if that’s your concern,” he chuckles eerily. “I’ve just lived here for a few years. I always bring cookies to new neighbors,” he lies.  “Just a modest way to welcome people, I suppose. The city of Los Angeles is harsh enough. Why must we be the same?” he smiles strangely, making for an awkward moment of silence.

“Would you like me to leave them by the door?” he continues.

It’s like he can almost smell your hesitance through the door.

How does he know?

Not wanting to seem rude on your first day on the block, you unlatch the locks on the door and open it up with a tight-lipped polite smile.

God, you look even prettier up close. It’s hard for him to hide his admiration. You could never tell, but he’s battling the impulse to pin you down and fuck you senseless.  You’d look so lovely all tied up for him.

You can’t deny he has some of the most beautiful features you’ve ever seen. His clean-shaven face flaunts a few brown freckles. Faded smile lines curve around his long nose and thin rosy lips, making the latter more inviting they already are. His jaw is prominent from his tall, slim build. Large doe eyes as blue as Neptune are framed by a pair of thick eyebrows that makes his gaze even more intimidating. Dimples depress into his hollowed cheeks as he smiles charmingly at you, revealing his perfectly lined teeth.

“Thanks. That’s very thoughtful of you,” you respond with a soft voice, reaching for the container. “I’d invite you in, but my apartment is a mess right now. I’d rather you see it when it’s less chaotic.”

“Yeah, it’s no problem,” he affirmed with a sinister smile. “Like I said, I just wanted to welcome you to the block. If you need help with anything, I’d be more than pleased to assist you in any way possible.”

He looks very friendly and very well-spoke, but you can’t shake how his vacant his eyes seem to be.

Maybe it’s the slightly greasy medium length brown hair parted to the side and tucked behind his ears. Maybe it’s how he towers over you with hunched shoulders and casually scans the apartment behind you between his words. Maybe it’s the outdated button-down shirt he’d worn that made it seem like an attempt at dressing formal.

You’ve only just met the man, but something about him has your squeezing your thighs together. Someone about him draws you in and turns you on in a way that you simply cannot explain.  

“Thank you. I will do that,” you assure him. “Sorry, what’s your apartment again?”

“I live in 3F. It’s located in the neighboring building just across.”

“3F,” you repeat making a mental note of his home number. “Yeah, I’ll stop by if I need anything.”

“Please don’t hesitate. I’m always happy to be of service. I will let you return to your previous engagement, I’m sorry if I’ve interrupted anything.” He knows he hasn’t, but he needs you to believe this wasn’t planned. “I look forward to seeing you around, Y/N. It was a pleasure meeting you.”

 “Yeah, same to you, Mr. Bloom.”

You hold your hand out to shake his. He almost swoons at your formality. Manners mean everything to him, so he reaches out and shakes your hand with gently firm grip.

The veins on his pale hands have your pussy growing wet at the thought of them inside your cunt. You’re sure he could reach your special spot with such long slender fingers. You wonder how many of them you could fit inside your pussy simultaneously.

“Please, call me Lou,” he grins baring his perfect teeth.

“Lou, then,” you smirk correcting yourself. “I will see you around. Thanks again.”

“Enjoy the cookies.”

He turns around with a smile and calmly walk down the hallways towards the exit. His hand burns with the shadowing touch of your hand lingering on his skin.

You close the door behind and lean against the wood with a curious frown. You had expected him to live on the same floor or at least in the same building.

You shake off the thought as you lock your door and admire the cookies he’d brought on your walk back to the kitchen. It really is a kind gesture, one you thought only happened in movies. And you just happen to love cookies.

The pieces of his plan have all been set and now he can only wait.

To make his time useful, he decides to sit and think about every single process of his plan. He cannot be unprepared. There cannot be any surprises.

He starts with the locks and walks to his door, standing still and hollow as he stares at the rusty and faded golden locks. Assuming all the apartments are the same, he closes his eyes to remember the details of your encounter. He remembers hearing a chain slide open and the mechanical twisting click. They appear to be the same as the locks on his door.  

He opens his eyes and studies them carefully, thinking about how to get the chain open believing it to be his only obstacle. The twist lock would be easy. His thieving days have been behind him for a while now – his company is doing great enough; he doesn’t have to steal anymore – but breaking and entering is still second nature to him. Picking a lock is hardly a challenge.

Sitting at his computer, he researches ways to unhook the chain. He quickly finds a quick and simple method that doesn’t involve leaving any evidence behind, so he grabs his tool kit and searches for the only two object he needs.

Once he’s confident enough after a few successful attempts from inside his home, he proceeds to lock his door once more and climbs out an open window. With his apartment at ground level, it allows him to climb out with ease. He leaves it open just in case his practice test turns out unsuccessful.

He walks around to the building’s entrance with the kit, a small roll of duct tape and a rubber band.

After successfully picking his twist lock open from the outside this time, he opens the door to the extent of the chain. His long arm allows him to reach inside. Once the rubber band is hooked through a link of the chain, he tapes the other end of the rubber band to the door. That way, when the door closes, the chain slides to the furthest end with the movement, unlocking itself and falling to the side to hang freely.

A grin creeps onto his lips, stretching grimly as pride fills him. Old habits die hard; he giggles knowing he can still be the sneaky thief when he needs to be.

Meanwhile, you decide to indulge on a short coffee break, so once your coffee is made, you sit on your couch to enjoy the sweet treat your new neighbor was kind enough to gift you with.

If he hadn’t already been infatuated by you before, he is now in love with you. He can’t stop thinking about your sweet nature and manners. His heart races as his mind lingers on your smile and the thought of your voice. He’s eager to learn every single detail about you.

Despite being a workaholic, he decides tonight is a special exception because you’re just special like that.

Back inside his apartment, Louis calls his second-in-command of Video Production News to inform his team he won’t be joining them on the hunt for coverage tonight.

“A more important and rather urgent setback has presented itself and, in order to prevent further undesired and unpredicted hindrances, I have to eliminate them now.”

Having worked closely to Louis, his team knew better than question him. His strict tone while reminding them to be on their best behavior only enforces that he is not to be disappointed.

It isn’t even 9 p.m. but you’re feeling beyond exhausted at this point. The coffee you had a couple hours ago was in vain. It seems to have given you the opposite effect.

You try to persist on unpacking, but your body feels so heavy already. It must be from all the exercise of moving. Lifting heavy boxes, walking up a couple flights of stairs, kneeling and standing. It’s been a very busy day and you’re just tired.

You make your way to the bathroom for a quick shower.

Due to the weight your tired limbs and their dragging, you opt to not wash your hair. It would take too much energy that you simply don’t have. You can barely keep your eyes open as you rinse the lathered soap off your body.

You don’t even bother putting on underwear. Just a t-shirt will have to suffice because that’s all you muster before you collapse on your bed.

Its’ cozy embrace enraptures you into a deep sleep and, within seconds, you’re out cold.

Louis watches you exit the bathroom from his window. His breath hitches when he sees you drop your towel on the floor of your bedroom.

The medicine is kicking in as he predicted.

He smirks to himself, proud of his achievement. Excitement floods through him when he notices you didn’t bother much with clothes. That’ll make his job so much easier.

His true self comes forth, shedding him of his friendly – or his attempt at it - facade.

He ties his hair into a small bun behind his head.

He planned this already to make sure he wouldn’t need much. Just his camcorder, latex gloves, a key mold. This may be the first time, but it certainly will not be the last. The last object he takes along is a pocket knife that he strongly hopes he won’t have to use.

His stride is calm though his heart pounds in his chest. He prays the got dosage just right enough so you don’t wake up.

His eyes scan around as he crosses the small courtyard to your building. No one is outside; no one has seen him.

As he reaches your door again, he slides the gloves onto his hands. It doesn’t take him long to enter your apartment with quiet footsteps after all the practice he’s had.

He’s never felt closer to anyone in his life than right now.

The apartment has you all over it. These are your belongings. In a way, he feels as if he’s penetrating his way into your intimacy. The thought is enticing enough to make his cock harden a little in his pants.

He wanders around your new home with his camcorder already filming, opening boxes and cabinets and drawers as he roams. He needs to record every detail about you. What do you like to eat? What are your movie preferences? What music do you listen to? Do you read? Reading is important to him. It is a sign of intellect.

You don’t seem to have any pets. If you had a dog, it would’ve been aware of his presence already. There aren’t any bowls of food and water set out. Much like him, you seem be a loner.

The apartment is much like his. Small enough for one. No bedroom. Just a kitchen near the entrance with a window at the other end. A small bathroom and closet for your clothes.

He wonders what you usually smell like as he enters the bathroom. He finds your shampoo and condition and raises each to his nose. Then your deodorant. And your perfumes. He closes his eyes, admiring how heavenly you smell.

He makes sure to film the label of your perfume to buy one later and spray it against his pillow so he can sleep with the scent of you every night.

Can’t you see how much he loves you?

As he silently makes his way towards your living room, he gulps with anticipation. His palms grow clammy as he stares at you, asleep in your bed.

Despite his excitement, his hand reminds steady as he focuses the filming on you. For a couple moments, he stands at the foot of your bed just watching you sleep.

You look so pretty. So peaceful.

He would slaughter whoever attempted to disturb you. He knows it’s rather ironic, but he’s so captivated by you.

He can’t stay away. He wishes he could climb into your bed; that he could wrap his arms around you, inhale your scent, touch and kiss you over every inch of your body to worship you as you deserve to be worshipped.

That’ll take time, but he will make it happen somehow.

Eventually snapping out of his daydream, he moves to the dresser and pulls open a couple drawers.

The first has your jewelry and accessories. He studies them to better understand your taste hopefully for future reference. He’s encouraged to take a ring, so he could wear it around and take a part of you with him everywhere he goes.

He finds a small one that is big enough to fit on his picky. It’s nothing too special. Just a thin silver band that you happen to have a few of in different size. It would be easy for you to assume it got lost in the move, if you notice it at all.

The second contains what he is looking for: your panties. His eyes grow darker as he rummages through them, picking the sexiest ones to lay out on the wooden surface of the dress to film them better.

The thought of you wearing them for him has his cock hardened completely and leaking with pre-cum. He can feel the wet spot soaking his underwear. He would give anything to have you wear them, rubbing the lacy fabric against his face and cock with your pussy.

He takes turns smelling each of them, inhaling the sweet intoxicating scent of your pussy and fabric softener.

He finds a sexy lacy pair in his favorite color as he sets the panties back in their drawer. That one belongs to him now.

The urge to rub his cock to completion gets harder to control as he tucks the panty into his pocket. A dark thought blooms within his mind as he focuses back on your sleeping figure.

You’re so unconscious that you don’t even feel him lifting the covers. He has to bite his bottom lip when he sees you’re in the perfect position for him.

“Such a little fucking whore. Bet she loves getting rammed. Probably loves doing what Nina rarely ever did,” he thinks to himself.

You’re on your side with the top leg bent up and spread against the mattress. With your other leg stretched out underneath, providing Louis with the perfect shot of your bare pussy.

He lifts his camera to pan the frame slowly onto the sight of your pretty little puffy pussy displayed just for him.

He can’t help but palm his cock through his trousers. He needs to cum. It’s starting to hurt. His balls are just so full and his cock, so painfully hard.

He growls lowly at your exposure and freezes instantly, watching if he woke you up. You don’t stir in the slightest, not even when his long slender fingers gently part your plush lips to spread them open for his private little video.

Licking his gloved fingers, he savors the taste of your cunt and hisses contently. He smiles devilishly when you don’t react to his fingertips slowly probing your entrance. Until the moment you finally turn onto your back, unconsciously spreading your legs even wider.

He wonders if you’re awake and enjoying his little teasing, but judging by your steady breathing, you’re sleeping like a rock.

He licks his lips at the pussy opportunity splayed out in front of him.

His menacing gaze narrows on the sight between your displayed pussy as he unbuttons his pants and pulls them down enough to let his cock spring free. He thinks about penetrating you and fucking you with just his tip. Would it wake you up?  

He carefully climbs onto your bed and positions himself on his knees between your legs with his camera back in hand. He spits in his gloved hand and gathers his leaking pre-cum to lube his cock up. The slick latex against his skin makes the stroking even easier.

Staring down at your beautiful folds, he wishes he could take his time, but truth be told, he’s so fucking hard already and he needs to get it out of his system.

Your cunt looks so pretty and juicy that he wishes you could use his face as a seat all day.

His cock throbs in his hand as he gently pressed his tips between your folds, pausing only to zoom the camera in on your pussy and his cock now perfectly aligned and connected.

God, it feels so perfect like your pussy was made for his cock. So warm and soft against his. He can’t imagine what you feel like inside. He wants nothing more than to pump you full of his cum until it drips out, just so he could push the leakage back inside with his cock.

The thought alone is enough to get him close. He has to be careful and slow.

He pushes his cock past your pretty lips slowly. With his mouth hanging open in an O, he closes his eyes as he fights back a moan. You feel so deliciously good and tight around him. He doesn’t want to cum to just yet though.

The movement of his hips is slow as he takes his time pushing in and pulling out. He could swear you’re wet, but he assumes it’s just his eager cock.

Carefully setting your legs to drape around his thighs for a better position, his pace picks up a little.

At this point, the friction of his cock and your perfect pussy is audible to him, but it doesn’t seem to even bother you. He doesn’t even care about anything other how deliciously heavenly your cunt feels.

He’s close. So fucking close. He pauses his movement, holding his cock inside your walls to reach up and gently push your shirt up past your chest.

He toys with your exposed tits. He needs to feel you.

Hooking his teeth under the rim of the glove at his wrist, he uses them to remove his hand from the glove. Once it’s tucked into his pockets, he reaches up to continue playing with your breasts.

He licks his lips imagining them wrap around your nipples, suckling and biting your tender flesh to mark you and let everyone know what a whore you are, but most importantly his whore.

He just has to get his mouth on them. They look too irresistible to miss what could be the only opportunity he has.

He sets the camera on the bed beside you to film himself fucking you while simultaneously sucking on your tits, kneading them each in his large hands.

He’s balls deep in your tight cunt now. You must be so damn drugged because your eyes aren’t even moving and your breathing is still steady. Even if you were dead, it wouldn’t stop him for fucking you. He just loves you that much.

After giving your breasts the well-deserved attention, he can’t hold back anymore and believes he doesn’t have to.

If you haven’t woken up by now, then pounding your pussy raw definitely won’t wake you up.

So  he grabs the camcorder again and starts fucking you harder and faster like a filthy little slut with his hand groping at your tits, making sure to get your pussy and tits all in one angle.

He wants to watch your tits bounce as he pounds your cunt mercilessly when he jacks off to the video later.

Sliding his hand to your hip to hold you steady, he relishes how the wet slap of skin-on-skin echoes through your apartment.

He wishes you could be awake to scream his name until your neighbors complain with fists to their walls.

It’s all too much.

He soon pulls out just in time to coat your pussy with his pearly white load.

You just look so pretty painted with his cum.

“My Mona Lisa,” he thinks to himself. “That’s what I’ll name this footage.”

Pulling his cock away, he lowers the camera for a close-up of his masterpiece taking his time to get every single angle of the white streaks on your flesh.

Staring intently at your cunt with wide eyes as he films, the feeling that floods him is the same at the one he felt on the night of the car crash in Benedict Canyon. This is another of his greatest accomplishments. He pants with adrenaline.

Curiously, he dips two fingers into his bodily ‘paint’ and toys with it, enjoying how slick your lips feel on his fingers. If he wasn’t so spent right now, he’d go at again and again.

He wonders how he’s going to clean you up now. He made a mess on your pussy. He can’t leave you in this state. It’ll be too obvious when you wake up in the morning.

Setting his camera on your bed to get him in the shot once again, he scoots down your bed and aligns his mouth to your coated pussy.

Snaking his arms under your thighs – letting them dangle over his shoulders – his hands reach your breasts to gently knead them. He wants to squeeze them hard, but he’s worried that might be the final drop that wakes you up.

He doesn't mind that his cum is all over your. It's really an excuse just to get his mouth on your cunt.

He takes his time letting his tongue explore your pussy, swiveling over every mound of your lips and dipping into every valley. Using his fingers to pry your pussy open, he stretches you enough to delve his tongue into your used hole.

He was careful not to cum inside you, but he yearns to taste you.

Deciding you’re clean enough, he carefully removes himself to stand and takes his camera to record each angle of your used naked figure, carefully circling around your room and zooming in your pussy, tits and face.

You look so pretty and innocent in comparison to he violated you.

Taking the advantage of your position, he quickly sets his camera on your nightstand and rushes to the bathroom to find something to clean you up with.

Locating some wet wipes under your sink, he turns the hot water to warm a couple sheets and heads back to clean you up.

He thoughtfully lowers your shirt and covers your body back up. He’s not a complete monster; there is genuine care for you in him.

He kisses your head gently before stepping back to look for any further evidence.

Heading towards the door, he finds your keys handing up on the wall. There aren’t many. Just three. So, he tests each one out to find your apartment key. Once he does, he takes the silicone putty he’d placed in an old and empty Altoids metal container.

He stamps the key into the mold twice, making sure to get both sides of the key perfectly imprinted.  

His copy of your key has to be perfect to save time for the next time.

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[n4giism]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ romanticist by yves tumor ࿐ྂ

reo mikage x fem!reader

content: you fell sick and reo spoils you with acts of service, helping you with every little thing - feeding you, cooking for you, etc. mentions of nagi a bit cause what is reo without nagi and vice versa :3

ari's note: plsplspls man's so in love w u that he wants nothing but ur comfort and safety. he prioritises you over anyone, himself included :( he's so cute omd i love him sm

waking up from your slumber, you felt feverish. your body feeling hot but cold at the same time. shuffling around your bed, you reached for your phone on your bedside table, it was already 11am.

that explains the hundreds of messages from your beloved boyfriend, reo mikage.

"y/n??? whr r u?? r u ok?? not coming to school?" were some of his texts.

you were so sick, that you didn't even wake up for school despite the hundreds of alarms you had set the night before. groaning in pain, you sat up and texted back.

"sick, i overslept. not coming to school :,) sorry reo ily"

you hit send and used all your strength to get up and go to the kitchen to find a thermometer and medicine. the floor was cold, the sun was shining in through your windows. as you were searching the kitchen cabinets, your phone pinged multiple times. they were all texts from reo.

"omg ok :( i miss u alr im pretty sure nagi misses u too lolol i'll come over after school to look after u mkay" he texted.

after a few hours of loneliness and quiet, there was a knock on your door. you were cuddled up alone on your couch, watching a movie. medicine, water and other snacks were on the coffee table in front of you within your reach. you didn't move much, only getting up throughout the day to go to the bathroom or to get more snacks from the kitchen.

keys jingled and your door opened, revealing your lovely purple-haired boyfriend. with him was some plastic bags full of food and other items he deemed necessary for your recovery.

"helloooo, my looove! i missed you so much! how are you feeling?" he asked, cheering as he kicked his shoes off and placed them neatly on the shoe rack. he made his way over to you, dropping the bags on the floor and cupping your face, leaning down to press a soft kiss on your nose - to which you scrunched your nose at.

reo loved to kiss your nose, he thinks it's so cute and intimate.

you leaned into his touch, happy that he's finally here to pamper you.

"i missed you too, reo. i'm still a little sick, but i already ate some medicine so the fever is dying down. i've just been resting here."

he let go of your face and grabbed the plastic bags he had dropped earlier, then proceeding to sit beside you on the couch, "i brought you your favourites! and some of my old clothes for you to wear since i know you love to wear my clothes. you even choose to wear my clothes over expensive designer clothes!"

it was true, reo loved to buy you expensive clothes, perfumes, shoes, bags, and whatnot. he loved to spoil you. and you were beyond thankful for it, but you ultimately loved his clothes because, well, they were his, and they smelled like him.

your eyes brightened at the snacks he brought. but more importantly, you were happy your boyfriend was so caring.

reo's eyes directed to the ramen cup noodles in front of you on the coffee table. his eyes widened in horror.

"have you only been eating ramen noodles since you woke up?" he glanced at the clock, "it's already 6pm. you've been eating noodles for the past 6 hours?!" he gasped.

you giggled at his dramatic reaction.

"no, this won't do. i'll cook something for you, okay? what do you feel like eating?" he asked urgently. he was truly like a mother.

"hmm, ramen." you teased and he pouted, "noooo, my love. you need food, not instant noodles."

"i'll cook you some curry and rice. i saw a recipe online recently, i can try making it for you.” he pondered to himself.

reo gave you a kiss on the nose again before getting up to cook the curry in your kitchen. he practically lived here, he knew where all the ingredients are and where the pots and pans are. he lived in an expensive home with his parents, a lovely house that many people dreamed of living in - but at the end of the day, to him, home is wherever you are.

and right now, he felt so domestic, cooking for his sick girlfriend and doing her chores like washing dishes. the tv show you were watching was blaring in the background as reo cooked in your open theme kitchen which was conveniently placed next to the living room where you were. the layout of the room allowed him to keep an eye on you as he cooked.

soon, the aroma of curry filled the house and you perked up from your seat on the couch, seeing reo’s back facing you as he washed the pots and spoons he used.

he looked so manly. his shoulders were broad, and he was very tall. his hair was tied back into a bun, and the black shirt he wore was almost a size too small for his toned body. his clothes and demeanour completely opposed the silly pink apron he had tied around his waist. you found yourself staring in awe at his back. your heart fluttered.

you found yourself unconsciously getting up from your seat on the couch. the blanket that wrapped your body long discarded. you made your way over to where he was standing in the kitchen and slowly wrapped your hands around his waist. he jolted in surprise.

“woah, you scared me. you okay?” he asked after realising it was you. he resumed washing the dishes and continued to let you embrace him.

“i’m okay. i just wanted your warmth.” you mumbled against his back. reo’s breath hitched a little at the sudden confession, but he secretly liked it - he liked everything that’s going on right now. you hugging him, inhaling his scent, arms wrapped around his waist. having you so close to him where he can practically hear how loud your heart was beating from this intimacy you shared.

the two of you stayed like that until reo was done with washing the dishes. he dried his hands on a dry cloth and turned around to face you.

your hands were still locked around his waist. he looked down at you, with a dreamy look on his face. you looked up, chin resting against his chest and he couldn’t help but giggle at how cute you looked right now in his eyes.

“eat, okay? while the curry is still warm.” he flashed a smile at you and your heart fluttered.

reo is so handsome, you thought.

he instructed you to sit on the couch while he prepared you a portion of the food he had cooked. soon, he walked to you with one bowl in hand and took a seat on the couch.

“here. aaaaahhh,” he said as he took a spoonful of rice and curry, bringing it to your lips.

“reo? what are you doing? i can feed myself.” you giggled, leaning away from his hand. he raised an eyebrow, as if what he was doing is obvious. like you should know what he’s doing.

“what else am i doing? i’m feeding my lovely beautiful girlfriend who’s sick and needs my attention, of course!” he answered, “now c’mon! open up!” he insisted raising the spook to your lips again.

you chuckled and let him feed you. it wasn’t rare for reo to feed you - even when you’re in the pink of health, he always insisted on feeding you.

“at least let me feed you the first bite, then you can eat on your own.” he would say everytime he cooked for you.

now, you were focused on the present moment, treasuring this time when he fed you, cooing at you like you’re a baby - his baby. he just loved taking care of you.

after you had finished your meal, he put the bowl in the sink and cleared up the table in front of you - even sweeping the floor and taking out the trash.

“alright, my love. it’s 9pm, time to go to sleep.” he mumbled, seeing you nod off to sleep on the couch.

he picked you up bridal style and carried you to your bedroom, where he gently placed you down. he kissed your forehead and your nose, whispering “good night” and was about to leave the room to clean the kitchen some more until he felt you tug on the hem of his shirt.

“reo… please stay..” you muttered, half asleep but still wary of your surroundings.

“love, i need to clean the kitchen and wash up. i’ll join you when i’m done, ‘kay?” he replied softly, to which you whined at.

“hm, if you really insist,” he said, trying to act nonchalant - but it was no secret he enjoyed being needed by you, it was evident by the blush on his face. but of course, you didn’t need to know that. it’s not like you’ll know anyway, the room was dark. the only source of light was from the hallway that creeped into your room through the gap, and from the moonlight that seeped in through the window. you weren’t even conscious enough to notice the red on his cheeks and ears.

reo found himself tangled in bed with you, feeling you curl up against him. he found himself patting your back rhythmically, almost like patting a baby to sleep. well, you were his baby either way. he felt so ecstatic now, cherishing this moment with you. the soft snores that escaped your lips, the sound of your breathing, your hair that tickled his face and neck, everything about you, he absolutely cherished and loved.

in the comfort of the night, reo couldn’t help but fall asleep with you. you are his home, after all.

reo felt so incredibly lucky to have the honours of taking care of you. but the truth is, you felt even luckier to have a caring and kind boyfriend like him.

end.

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[mrs-santoss]

High Fever - Neymar Imagine

heyyy can I request an imagine where I I sick and neymar takes good care of me ? ALSO I LOVE UR WRITTING that's why I ask U this request 💕💕💕💕

Someone's hand on my forehead and their whispers woke me up from my deep sleep. Every part of my body hurt, especially my head. I opened my eyes slowly and saw Neymar running his hand through my hair, looking at me concerned. "Y/N, wake up. You're burning up!" "Ney" I rubbed my eyes and examined the room, it was daylight. The sunlight coming from the window forced me to close my eyes again. "Yes, amor... I'm here, are you feeling okay? You have a fever." "My head hurts so bad, I also feel very cold." "Oh, bebê. I think you got sick from yesterday. Let's check your temperature and get some medicine." he kissed my forehead and left the room quickly. I grabbed everything on the bed including blankets, sheets and threw them on myself. I hate being sick. Neymar came back with a thermometer and some fever medicine. It turned out I had a slightly high temperature. I took the medicine and laid back on the bed closing my eyes. "Is there anything else you need, bebê?" he said while running his hands through my hair as he sat next to me. "Can you lay down with me, Ney? And keep playing with my hair?" "Of course, amor." He did what I asked and we stayed like that on the bed. I could tell my headache went away because of the medicine, but I still felt hot. I can't remember falling asleep at some point. Neymar's POV: I woke up this morning expecting her to be awake already because she usually wakes up before me. I turned around and hugged her when I felt her hot skin. After a few calls, she didn't wake up. That's why I decided to shake her harder to wake her up and check her state just in case we need to visit the hospital. I took care of her and gave her some medicine, she fell back to sleep. I put on a movie to watch in low volume as I laid next to my girlfriend. Halfway through the movie, Y/N began moving and talking in her sleep. She was sweating a lot, I could tell she was having nightmares because of the fever. I pulled the cover of her body to see her shirt wet from sweat. I was getting worried.

"Ney...No, let me g- Neyy..." I tried to wake her up softly at first, It made me sad to her scared whether it was a dream or not. I shook her shoulder softly. "Amor, wake up. You're having a nightmare. It's okay, I'm here." "Ney-" "Y/N? Come on, bebê. Open your eyes." She wasn't responding so I shook her harder this time. She opened her eyes quickly and scanned the room, gripping my hands tight. "Ney, is he go-gone?" She asked me in a scared voice. "No one's here, meu amor. It was just a nightmare, I'm here with you. Don't worry." I kissed her forehead and wiped her sweat. I had a bottle of water on the nightstand and I wanted her to drink it. After she drank the water, she fell back asleep. After two hours or so, I checked her temperature again and thankfully it went back to normal. I decided not to wake her up and let her sleep, it was almost the evening. I left the bedroom to eat some food and I prepared a chicken soup for Y/N to feed her once she wakes up. I finished the food and made my way back to the bedroom. I laid next to my beautiful girlfriend to seemed a lot better than before. I wrapped my hands around her and fell asleep. __________________________ I woke up and turned off the alarm. Y/N woke up seconds after me, she seemed a lot better now. "Morning, amor. How are you feeling?" I kissed her lips and placed her head on my chest again. "A lot better, Ney. Thank you so much for taking care of me." "Always, bebê. I'm always here for you!" "I love you so much" "I love you too, meu amor. Come on, let's get up. I prepared some soup for you yesterday and you didn't get to eat it."

#neymar masterlist #neymar #neymar x reader #neymar imagines #neymar imagine #neymar jr x reader #neymar jr fanfiction #neymar jr imagines #neymar jr imagine #neymar jr #masterlist #football masterlist #fanfiction #football imagine #football imagines

[mangekyuou]

Hi Hi Mange!!! I hope ya arent in a bad mood and ur having a good day cuz I got a request for u!

Ight so..

Can you please do platonic Monster Trio x teen! Reader?

The reader is cute and really bubbly and positive, always smiling and always laughing their problems away, so what happens if they see that innocent reader….fight for the first time and go into serious mode in a battle. The reader is all serious and cold when in battle,once they come back from it all bloodied and bruised but smiling and laughing as they walk away from the bodies behind them-

They were expecting the young one to be weak but they were wrong, so so wrong-

Anyways I hope you have a good life and thanks baiiiiii!!!!

⟡    ֺ   𓂂  headcanons  ,  with a bubbly crewmate who gets serious in battle.

✸     characters! . . .  luffy, zoro & sanji.

✸     cw(s)! . . .  platonic. brief mentions of blood. violence. no pronouns used. not proofread.

✸     notes! . . .  back on my best bro trio type shit. requests like this have my heart i swear. thank you so much for requesting !!

luffy is definitely the least surprised. he kind of always figured you had a strong side. he has a radar for things like this

yes he has a ‘you are probably a little scary when provoked’ radar

when a fight breaks out, luffy is already jumping into action, thinking about the consequences later

he just has a hunch that you are able to take care of yourself, but he doesn’t know just how strong you actually are

so when you emerge from the cloud of smoke with a few bruises, busted knuckles, and a smile alongside the small pile of bodies from the assholes you just beat up, he can’t help but be amazed by your strength

he thinks you’re even cooler than before

he wants you to teach him some of your moves so he can incorporate them into his own move set

that really cool dodge move up into a spinning roundhouse kick ?? you HAVE to teach him that or he’s going to bother you until you do

you’re unsure why the future pirate king would even want to learn some of your moves when he’s already really strong. but it makes you feel good that he does want to learn from you

zoro has a habit of basically adopting cute people, i.e. you and chopper

he doesn’t particularly think that you are ‘weak’ because he hasn’t seen you fight yet. 

but from your personality, he just can’t picture you being much of a fighter

oh boy, was he wrong

watching you literally tackle a guy twice your size and beat his face in was differently not on his bingo card

shocked is not even the word that comes to mind. it’s like you’re an entirely different person

after you wipe the blood from your nose with the back of your hand, you turn back into the sweet kid who is always smiling and laughing

seeing you practically skipped away from your victims over to him

when he’s over his shock, he asks you when you became so strong and where did you learn all of that

you probably don’t notice but a proud smile appears on his face as you recount your training, talking about all the guys you’ve beaten up even before you joined the crew

he’d love to fight alongside you next time

sanji has the biggest soft spot for you and wants to protect you from everything because you’re too pure for this world

despite you being a pirate just like him, in his eyes you do no wrong

but this one time, he couldn’t protect you, getting caught up in a fight of his own. when he finished his own battle, he looked around for you with all kinds of alarms sounding off his head

he finally spots you bruised and bleeding from your nose and a gash on the side of your head. but you stood tall, with your usual healing smile.

but at the sight of your condition, he’s panicked. he rushes to your side, trying to stop the bleeding

he’s so busy repeatedly asking if you’re okay, he hardly even notices the five or so enemies you took out by yourself

finally you point it out, pointing to the bodies that surrounded you. he doesn’t even want to believe it at first

the sweet ( y/n ), who he babied, fought all of these people ?? the sweet ( y/n ) who wouldn’t even hurt a fly ?? there was no way

he’d have to see it to believe it. and was he in for the shock of his life to see you with ease become serious and take down yet another group of enemies. all before turning back to him with a smile and a giggle

seeing you switch so easily between the two...it was...scary to him at first

he is proud of you for being able to protect yourself, but he still wants to be the one to protect you. he has a hard time letting it go

© MANGEKYUOU  —  do not copy, repost, or translate my works.

#one piece #monkey d. luffy #luffy #luffy x reader #roronoa zoro #zoro #zoro x reader #vinsmoke sanji #sanji #sanji x reader #one piece oneshots #one piece scenarios #one piece imagines #one piece headcanons #☆ — MY LOVE MINE ALL MINE.

[tigertofu]

felt like writing smth abt Trevor being creepy so........ here we are

short little T/reader NSFW thing under the cut

((if ur looking at this on desktop the paragraphs may appear outta order im srry idk how to fix it :x ))

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maybe it’s in a dark alleyway in the guts of downtown LS, amidst overflowing dumpsters. maybe it’s in the back of a seedy, crowded bar in Blaine County full of drunk men who’d turn a blind eye. maybe it’s out in the wilderness of the Grand Senora, no witnesses around but the saguaro and the boulders. but he approaches you and the second you lay eyes on the self–confident way he sidles up to you, a little off–kilter on his feet and smirking like he’s already gotten what he wants, you know you’re not going to be able to say “no” to this stranger.  

the smells of spilled booze and unwashed skin and ammonia wash over you as he leans in close and asks, in a rolling purr that you can tell he thinks is the definition of charming (and you think it is, too, though you know you shouldn’t), what a thing like you is doing in a place like this. the question makes you feel especially small and vulnerable and that, in itself, is exciting in a concerning way. it doesn’t matter how you answer. whatever you try to say, he’ll interrupt it with the statement that you look like someone who could use some fun. 

he introduces himself as Uncle T. the nickname makes you wrinkle your nose, half in disgust and half in amusement. he looks the very definition of "creepy," watching you a bit too closely for comfort as you weigh out his proposition. he’s wavering on his scuffed workboots, his hands are twitching, his eyes ricocheting from your face down the length of your body and back again. you realize he’s a bit drunk or a bit high or maybe—probably—both. but you don’t back away from him. he takes it as a sign to get closer to you, and you let him. alarm bells are going off in your head, but you ignore them. you let him trace your jawline with curled fingers marred with picking scars. he murmurs what you’re too afraid to say: yeah. yeah, yeah, yeah. you’re down for a little fun. 

he grabs up one of your hands and you find that you really like the way his hand swallows up yours. his palm is rough with callouses but warm. you ask where he’s taking you. he says somewhere private. you wonder if “fun” means strangling you and leaving you dead because he looks the type to kill random folks for shits and giggles. the alarm bells are screaming now. still, you traipse after him.

you find it hard to keep up with his lurching gait as he tugs you away. maybe to the rusted bed of his truck, maybe to the dirt parking lot of the bar, maybe deeper into the alleyway. whatever the sordid destination, once you reach it, he works you over easily. he comments on how lucky he is to have found such an eager new friend, petting your face in that oddly tender way again, pinning you to your spot with those blown–out pupils. 

he kisses you like he knows you. like you’ve been together for a long while, like you haven’t just met each other. you kiss him back, even though he tastes of alcohol and stale tobacco and meth. he grabs at you as if he’s done it before. he groans and pants against your mouth that he loves you as the kisses turn into something more. he loves you so very, very much. you get the feeling that he’s trying to create a sense of intimacy that doesn’t exist between you two. you let him, because there’s a subtle brokenness to the urgency of his kisses that tells you he rarely gets to feel any sort of intimacy that goes beyond purely sexual. 

he murmurs more filth as you find the courage to touch him back. your stomach thrums with trepidation and excitement as you discover that underneath his dirty, baggy clothes his body is warm and strong. “look at you,” he muses, sounding oddly proud. 

what comes next comes in a blur. you’re thankful it does, because you know that if he slows down for even a second you would have time to consider just how wrong and dirty it is to be bent over and fucked by a man you don’t know and your shame would outgrow your excitement and you’d run away like you know you should. but it’s quick and it hurts in an unbearably good way. 

he’s loud the whole time. he makes high–pitched whimpers in the back of his throat as he shoves himself into you and immediately adopts a savage pace. he calls you pet names because he doesn’t know your actual name: “sugar” and “darling” and “sweetheart.” he keeps referring to himself in third person, his voice as uncontrolled as the tempo of his hips: “you’re being so good for Uncle T.” his broken fingernails feel like claws digging into your flesh, holding you in place for him. you tell him, in a weak voice, that it feels good and not to stop because you can already feel yourself approaching an explosive finish just a few minutes into it. it all feels too wrong to not feel right. 

he bucks up into you and keeps himself buried there before you can reach your climax, though. you feel him pulsate repeatedly. his breath is hot on your neck as he holds you close with shaking grips. he whines that he loves you over and over again as he finishes. 

 as you both catch your breaths while he softens inside of you, an odd tenderness envelops the both of you. it doesn’t feel odd in a bad way. maybe in an eerily nice way: like seeing the moon in a daytime sky. 

he kisses you again as he rights himself and roughly pulls your bottoms up for you. he tells you in a happy, boyish way, that that was “a lotta fun.” he gives you his number and tells you to call him if you ever want more. you wish it wasn’t so dark so that you could see more of his face. 

he saunters off, self–satisfied. and as you watch him, you know that you’ll definitely be giving him a call in the near–future, even though you know you shouldn’t.

#trevor philips #gtav #gta v #myfic #trevor philips/you #trevor philips/reader #trevor philipsxreader

[persephoneandherhades]

I cant emphasize this enough. IF YOU THINK AT ALL EVER THAT YOU MIGHT MAYBE HAVE SLEEP APNEA, GET TESTED.

I have been dealing with sleep issues for so many years, at least since my early teens. I legitimately thought it was just depression fucking with me. And yeah depression played its part. However as i found out several months ago, it was far from the only reason. I snore, all night and very loudly. Someone told me that if you snore really loudly you might have sleep apnea so i talked to my doctor about it. I wasnt totally convinced so we did a take home pulseox monitor test to see if my readings over night might indicate if it was possible. It was very much possible. I am now convinced so i agree to an overnight sleep study in the hospital. the whole shabang. They put electrodes or whatever all over my body and i slept. I got up, checked out. They said ur doc will be in touch with your results and sent me on my way.

In my personal experience, nothing in the medical world works quickly unless death is on the line and sometimes not even then. So i was more than a little surprised and concerned when i got a call from the sleep doctor's office affiliated with the hospital i was tested at only a few hours later. They scheduled me an appointment to come in and discuss next steps and the appointment was so soon, i knew they squeezed me in because no doctors in my area have availability that quickly. I go to the appointment and im very nervous and this very concerned woman started explaining more about sleep apnea and my results.

The average adult stops breathing 3-5 times a night. I stopped breathing 117 times in 1 HOUR.

Do you know what its like to be told you are basically fighting for your life in your sleep every night? Its TERRIFYING. This poor woman was horrified on my behalf and ordered a cpap machine for me. Unfortunately due to the supply chain issues, cpap machines had months long wait list. So when i was laid off work a month later causing me to loose my health insurance, i wasnt even close to getting a machine. So i get a new job and wait the 3 months to get insurance and start the process of finding doctors that my new insurance will cover. So now 5 months after my sleep study i am sitting in another sleep doctors office. I hand this man the papers detailing my sleep study and watch the blood drain from his face while he reads.

If you have never scared a doctor before I wouldn't recommend it.

This poor man sees that i have been waiting to get a cpap machine for 5 months and puts in the order for one. While he is putting in the order he is trying very hard to be casual while asking me questions that boil down to how the fuck do function normally? How can you drive a car without falling asleep at the wheel? I then have to admit that i have been compensating for extreme exhaustion since i was a teenager so its all very normal for me now. I thank him for his time and go about my day.

This doctor let me know that the wait for a cpap now is about 3 weeks so im already happy, like that is sooo much shorter than it was 5 months ago. He says the home health equipment office will call me when my machine comes in.

I got the call from the home health office that same day. Turns out i horrified that sleep doctor so much that he put a rush on my cpap order so i got bumped to the front of the list. I had my machine 2 days later.

I have had this thing for 3 weeks now and i cant describe how amazing i feel. I am used to waking up at least a dozen times a night, now its only once or twice. Im used to having trouble keeping my eyes open long enough to turn off my alarm clock in the morning and i am used to making myself keep moving so i dont instantly fall back asleep. Now i am awake and alert when my alarm goes off. I dont wake up already exhausted anymore. I learned early in my driving life that i have to listen to audiobooks in the car to keep my mind engaged enough to not start to fall asleep at the wheel. For the first time in years i was able to just listen to music in the car and not start nodding off. I haven't needed to take a nap after work even once.

I have been told that i might not notice changes until after the first month with the machine so i am so excited about what else might change because of this machine. I cried actual tears the other day because of it.

It has already changed my day to day life significantly. The machine is so small for the miracle it has already given me. I cant even hear it when its on. I have a fan on at night and the machine is quieter than my fan.

Getting tested is so so worth it. The benefit to your life could be so significant.

I have other things that i need to take care of for my health but taking care of this one has made it easier to work on the others.

If you think you might have it, get tested.

#personal #healthcare #sleep #cpap #my own personal little miracle #persephone speaks #its so fucking worth it to do the test #sleep apnea

[moregraceful]

for ur writing prompts - nico/jonas, pulse

Tonight I was like I can either force myself to make art or I can go lie down in the dirt and let the earth reclaim me and then I wrote this. And it only kind of has an ending bc I realized I was rapidly careening off a cliff of "better commit to this fucko" and that was NOT the point, the point was to FIGHT THE ROT THAT THREATENS TO CONSUME ME. so I proofread it once and now I am posting it and I am going to go drink water and think about Nico Hischier's big big heart!!

anyway. time loops. ambiguous ending (sorry u know we gotta do it to em.)

;;

Nico wakes up before his alarm. He waits, one beat, then two, then three, and four. The alarm goes off, a Christmas song that Timo set to be funny before they split for the weekend. Nico knows what will happen when he opens his eyes. Somewhere in the apartment, Jonas is laughing.

He opens his eyes. The walls are blue today, the curtains white. The colors change from day to day, often repeating, but never dull. He’s woken up enough times in the guest room that he’s started to be able to predict the mood of the day by the color of the wall; blue, today, means it will be gentle.

Nico can smell bacon, and maybe toast. He presses his cheek against the pillow; Jonas hasn’t made breakfast before. Maybe today’s the last day. Maybe today’s the end of this endless summer.

Or maybe Jonas has, in this endless loop of Saturdays, gotten bored too. Jonas doesn’t know they’ve been repeating the same day for months, but his actions change every once in a while, like his body knows he’s stuck and wants to break free just as Nico does.

Nico gets out of bed. The walls are blue. It will be a good day, he tells himself. Yesterday was not so good.

They’re sharing a house in Herisau, staying in town for a wedding. A teammate from the national team. Nico hasn’t spoken as much Swiss German in years as he has this summer, just from the looping day.

The wedding is in the late morning, plenty of time for them to enjoy breakfast and get ready. He wonders at this; every other day, they’ve drank coffee and stumbled off to the wedding, still slightly hungover from seeing their teammates the night before. He feels a headache today, but that’s the same as always.

He pulls on a t-shirt and wanders out of the bedroom, down the hall – no art today, no pictures – and into the tiny kitchen. Jonas is standing in an apron and boxer shorts, making bacon and toast. He has his phone set up on the counter and Timo is speaking to him on a video call, looking more hungover than both of them, berating Jonas about letting him have that last pint.

Nico’s heart aches at the sight. He likes it in New Jersey, yes, he loves that he has Jonas and Timo with him on his team, but it hits him almost like grief how rarely he gets to see Jonas looking this relaxed and at home.

A stranger’s home. Not their home. But Nico has come to think of it as home; what was meant to be only a four day stay has turned into months of living together. Nico’s gotten used to it, to seeing Jonas look sleepy in the morning, to fix his bowtie before they leave.

Nico wants to sneak up on Jonas, but maybe that’s not such a good idea with bacon grease around. He waves behind Jonas’ head at Timo.

“You,” says Timo, disgusted. “This is your fault too.”

Jonas turns around. “Nico,” he says warmly. “I made breakfast.”

Toast, and bacon, and fresh fruit on the counter, not yet cut, but washed. It hurts Nico how this could be a new normal for several months.

“What’s the occasion?” Nico jokes, once he’s swallowed back his grief.

“Survived a night out with Timo,” says Jonas. Timo squacks. “Me?! And I have to sit here and watch you make breakfast?”

“Yes, you,” says Jonas. “Should have stayed with us if you wanted breakfast.”

“He wouldn’t be able to take a bridesmaid home if he stayed with us,” says Nico. He picks up a piece of bacon and breaks it in half.

“He’d have found a way,” says Jonas with a smirk. Nico puts a piece of bacon in his mouth and it feels horribly tender between them for a heartbeat.

“Hate you both,” says Timo, breaking through the moment. He pauses. “Ah, yeah, I would have. Nico would ask for me to be traded.”

“Back to San Jose,” says Nico, just to make him mad, and he and Jonas both laugh at the look on Timo’s face.

“I’d never speak to you again,” says Timo. He stretches and whatever he’d been resting his phone on gets dislodged and the phone slips onto the bed. They’re treated to a flattering angle of Timo, the kind of angle you really only get on your knees. No wonder people act like fools around him, thinks Nico.

“Put it away,” says Jonas, disgusted. “Nico and I are eating breakfast.”

Nico puts another piece of bacon in Jonas’s mouth. Jonas’s eyes are bright as he looks at Nico. Nico wants to touch the corners of his eyes, his brow, his lips, with his fingers.

Timo picks up his phone. “Alright, alright. I have to eat too. My trainer is on me about maintaining my weight. He doesn’t want me to lose any more.”

“What are you at?”

“98.”

“Nice.”

“Watch out,” says Nico. “The Rock will be shaking with you two next year.”

Jonas has put on weight this summer and he looks great. By the end of the year, he’d lost a lot of weight; though he’d played for years in Hershey in the AHL playoffs, he, like Nico, had been unprepared for an NHL postseason run.

Timo was fine. He was used to playing in the postseason, and losing too. But he wanted to get stronger and faster.

Timo says, “well, we’ve got to protect our Nico somehow.”

The interesting thing about being stuck in a day that repeats is that Nico has neither lost nor gained weight. He has not lost muscle; his hair is not any longer than it was when this started. He doesn’t change physically, even though some days, he wakes up feeling like he’s going insane. Mentally, he’s hanging on by a fraying thread; physically, he hasn’t changed at all.

The walls are blue, he tells himself. Today will be a good day.

“Hello,” says Jonas, waving a hand in front of his face. “Nico. Are you sleepy? There’s coffee.”

There’s always coffee. Nico forces a smile. “Yes, thank you.”

Jonas gives him a gentle, concerned smile. Nico goes to the coffee maker.

Timo says, “I’m glad I’m not with you. If I had to look at Nico so daydreamy and sweet, I’d knock you out of the way, Jonas.”

“Shut up,” says Jonas. “God. Timo!”

Timo laughs. Nico stands with a coffee pot in one hand and stares. This has never happened before: no breakfast, no Timo on the phone, no Jonas turning red with an apron on his chest.

“See you in a couple hours,” says Timo sweetly, the tone of voice he gets when he knows he’s causing trouble, and hangs up.

“Did it break?” he wonders aloud. “Am I free?”

“What?” says Jonas.

“Um,” says Nico. “I was stuck in a time loop. For a while. Saturday would repeat.”

Jonas frowns. “Like, a dream?”

“No, it was real,” says Nico.

Jonas frowns deeper. “Really?”

“I’m not lying,” says Nico quickly.

“No, no, you don’t lie to me,” says Jonas. “I know you don’t.”

Jonas has said all this before. But maybe this is the last time. It’s all so different, Nico doesn’t know what changed. The first day, the real day, the day before the day this all started happening, it wasn’t like this. They drank coffee, placed bets on who Timo would hook up with, watched all of Jonas’s insta-stories before getting dressed.

Jonas hands him a piece of toast. “Here’s to new beginnings,” he says. “May the rest of the summer pass uneventfully.”

“Not at this wedding,” says Nico.

“Don’t spoil me,” says Jonas. “You want to make a bet? Dinner out in the States, if Timo hooks up with the mother of the bride.”

“No spoilers,” says Nico with a grin. One last day. He has to live through this day and then he can move on.

They eat breakfast, making jokes and laughing. Nico feels lighter than he has in weeks. Months. Since this started.

They get dressed for the wedding. Nico adjusts Jonas’s tie, as usual. Jonas touches the stone beads on his wrist and asks if he can have one of Nico’s bracelets. He’s never done that before.

Nico wants to kiss Jonas’s wrist, but a bracelet will do just the same. He pulls two off of his wrist and puts them on Jonas’s. It feels like a promise for better days.

The wedding passes quickly and the party even quicker. Maybe it’s because Nico’s lived it all so many times he’s lost count that he doesn’t pay attention anymore, or maybe it’s because when he wakes up tomorrow, it will be Sunday.

He drinks more champagne than usual, gets giggly on the dancefloor with a bridesmaid, a groomsman, the groom, and then Jonas. Jonas, watching him with dark, bright eyes, lets Nico collapse against him during a slow song, then hauls him off the dancefloor to drink water outside in the fresh air.

“Must have been a terrible time you’ve been having,” he says. “You’re never like this.”

“It was terrible,” says Nico. “Months, I think, of the same thing over and over. I tried everything I could to change it and it stayed the same.” He drinks his water, and then says: “you never made me breakfast before. Not this summer.”

“You take care of us during the season,” says Jonas, “now I’ll take care of you.”

He smiles at Nico. Nico’s heart hurts. If he wakes up on Sunday, he tells himself, he will kiss Jonas in the daylight.

He’s never kissed Jonas before. He’s done all manner of things, hooked up with bridesmaids and groomsmen, gotten too drunk, stayed sober, done drugs, flushed someone’s edibles down the toilet, left early, skipped the wedding, skipped the reception, skipped the afterparty, came late, came on time, came early. He’s talked to everyone at the wedding, the reception, the afterparty; he knows all their names. But he’s never kissed Jonas. It felt like a step too far.

They go home, a little wobbly on their feet getting out of the taxi, but better off than most of their teammates at the wedding. Jonas unlocks the front door, swearing as he misses the lock. Nico leans against his back with his face pressed in the space between Jonas’s shoulder blades. “I wonder what changed,” he says. “I wonder what I did.”

“That’s our Nico,” says Jonas, fondly. “He has no idea why we all love him.

He opens the door and pushes it open, then turns around and hugs Nico right on the step. Nico noses at his throat, feeling Jonas shudder when he hits his pulsepoint. “I’m sorry you have been hurting,” Jonas says. “I’m sorry I couldn’t help.”

“You tried,” says Nico. “You always tried when I told you.”

Jonas sighs, but doesn’t say anything.

“Let’s go to bed,” says Nico. It’s almost two in the morning and there’s a post-wedding breakfast at nine. It’s been so long that he’s never felt excited about it, but now, he can. “I’m tired.”

They say goodnight and head to bed. Nico showers and falls asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow.

He wakes up before his alarm and counts the seconds until it goes off. One, two, three, four, a Christmas song in July. Nico opens his eyes. The walls are blue. He can hear Jonas laughing in the kitchen.

He can hear Jonas laughing in the kitchen.

He can hear Jonas laughing in the kitchen, and, if he strains, the faint sound of Timo complaining.

“No,” he says.

He stumbles out of bed, feeling sick. He rushes down the hall to the kitchen. Jonas is making bacon. There is toast on the counter, and fresh fruit on a plate, uncut. Timo is on a video call, shirtless, in bed.

“You,” says Timo, disgusted. “This is your fault too.”

“Oh,” says Nico, and his knees buckle. He drops to the ground. “Not again.”

#cage replies #msmargaretmurry #unfortunate birdcage fanfictions

[silverdelirium]

hii!

idk if ur request are still open but if they are, could you write something with the marauders?? maybe dilf!sirius or stripper!reader?? (only if you’re confortable with it!)

btw i loved your theo smut😭<3

STRIP CLUB | S.B

ty baby<3

summary: your best friend’s dad finds you working at a strip club.

warnings: small sir kink, squirting, oral ( female receiving ), fingering, bit of drinking at the start, small degrading, praising.

———

sirius needed a drink and he needed it now.

he didn’t even acknowledge what club he stumbled on, but from the view it gave, they had alcohol. and that’s all that mattered to sirius. he needed to wash away all stress, rage, and irritation from today; and what better way to do it than getting drunk?

“one firewhiskey” he demanded once he settled on the barstool at the bar. the young bartender giving a quick nod and getting to work.

it was then that sirius had a chance to look around, the place was cluttered with people. loud chatter almost drowning out the music. he realized everyone’s sight was settled onto the centre of the room.

sirius craned his neck to get a good look at what seemed to be catching everyone’s interest.

ah, he thought.

this is a strip club.

he hummed in acknowledgement when the bartender placed his drink in front of him, whisking it away and walking closer to the scene as the alcohol burned his throat, a low vibration bubbled from his chest at the taste, already getting rid of all that pent up tension in his muscles.

the atmosphere in the club had suddenly changed when sirius finished his drink. everyone went quiet before cheering loudly when two beautiful women stepped on the stage. the one at the right had red lingerie on, hugging her body in all the right places. her bronze skin seemed to compliment the colour of her attire and her long dark hair moved in rhythm with her movements. the one at the left had a pink with a black corset on, a small thong leaving little to the imagination. sirius eyes travelled from her smooth legs to her defined waist, to her pushed up cleavage and to her- face.

the realization came crashing down on sirius like a bucket of cold water.

there you were. his daughter’s best friend all dolled up dancing to the beat of the music around the pole. and he silently cursed himself for getting hard at the same little girl that visits his house every weekend. did you always go to his house after giving this people a good show? giving them something for their little wank-bank?

as much as he hated to admit it, the mere image of you dancing sensually could’ve had him cumming on the spot. he also hated to admit that the fact that he wasn’t the only person in this place was bringing back that wrath that he had earlier.

was he supposed to be able to compose himself around you from now on? was he supposed to not have you over his knee the next time he had you alone. giving you an orgasm for every set of eyes that were watching you waltz around the stage?

his fingers twitched along with his cock when he saw you bend down to let a batty old man hand you a 100 dollar tip.

and that’s when your eyes met his piercing ones.

you seemed to freeze at his presence for a few moments before you were back to dancing, your vision still glued to his.

and the subtle smirk he sent your way was enough to confirm that— you were getting your brains fucked out by sirius black after this.

after a few more dances and tips, you and your friend got off the stage, your head snapping back to meet sirius’s direction; who was still staring at you with hooded eyes.

you threw him a lazy smile before making your way to the loo, knowing damn well that sirius was just a few steps behind you. the door barely touched the doorframe before he was wringing it open with such force that had you giving a small gasp when he abruptly grabbed ahold of your jaw, turning your head up at him.

“i didn’t know you could dance like that” were the first words he spoke to you in the whole evening.

“you barely know me at all, sir” you teased. the nickname you addressed him as seemed to spark something in him. and a short chuckle came from sirius before he was smashing his lips to yours, letting go of your face to knead the softness of your bum, he hooked a finger on the waistband of your thong before letting it snap back on your flesh, coaxing a whimper from your mouth.

“you filthy little thing, getting me all hard in front of everyone. you’re gonna have me thinking of this pretty pussy for the rest of the week, and i’m gonna have you looking all ruined once i’m done with you” he growled in between kisses, hoisting you up on the counter and advancing his kisses downwards on your neck.

you threw your head back with a blissful sigh as sirius grazed his teeth against your sweet spot, your body ignoring the alarms going off on your brain that screamed: this is your best friend’s dad! what are you doing? but with the way sirius crouched down so he was at level with your sopping cunt, his beard giving you that delicious burn that you were gonna feel for the rest of the night, you really couldn’t give less of a fuck that this was wrong.

“oh fuck” you whispered as sirius dragged your panties down, groaning slightly at the sight of your dripping pussy. “fuck baby, can’t wait to have this tight pussy milking me dry” he mumbled before diving in, lapping up at your juices in an instant.

you released a strangled moan as sirius flicked his tongue over your buzzing clit, the pads of his fingers teasing your slit. your hands flew down to grip his hair as he entered two fingers at one, sucking around your bundle of nerves in a way that had you curling your toes.

“oh my god, sir-” you moaned out, thighs shaking with anticipation at the same time sirius curled his fingers upwards, caressing your g-spot in the most dazzling way ever.

he continued his assault on your clit whilst his fingers pumped in and out of you, the stimulation provoking that coil in your belly to snap without a warning. “i’m gonna fucking cum” you managed to whine out, bucking your hips up before cumming around sirius’ fingers, not even giving him time to respond.

your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you cried out in pure euphoria— your mind barely registered when was it that sirius had stood up, fingers working rapidly against his belt before letting his engorged cock spring out, he stroked a few times before nudging your stimulated clit with the tip, watching with hungry eyes as you jolted your hips upwards as a silent plea.

“beg” he demanded.

“wha-”

“beg for it. show me how much of a desperate slut you are.” his eyes were darkened with lust as he spoke each word.

“please— please. i need it, i want you to fuck me hard and fast, sir. please” you pouted, giving him your best puppy eyes that you knew would always get you what you wanted.

“atta girl” he purred before pushing himself inside your gushing pussy, quivering cries leaving your lips like a chant.

sirius settled for a bruising pace since the start, rocking his hips into yours until you had your back arched, giving him a clear view of your breasts that were still trapped in the corset from earlier.

“so tight baby— can’t wait to see my cum painting this pretty thighs” he moaned, gripping hour hips harshly before fastening his speed, dirty sounds of clapping skin echoing throughout the bathroom.

you went cross-eyed as his tip destroyed your g-spot, tiny stars decorating your vision with every harsh thrust. you screamed his name over and over again until your throat became tired, reaching your fingers down to soothe your aching bundle of nerves.

your hand was swatted away by none other than the male who gave you a look before massaging your clit tightly. “who is making you feel this good, pretty girl?” he taunted, a prideful smirk making its way to his lips as he watched you babble his name, cunt squeezing his cock that was still drilling into your hole.

“look at that sweet cunt squeezing me. i’m gonna have the whole club knowing who’s making you feel this fucking good” he grunted.

you went to answer him but the only thing that came out was a shattering moan as you squirted all over the bathroom’s counter, soaking yours and sirius’ thighs.

“fuck!” he moaned as he pumped you full with his load. rope after rope spraying your walls.

ragged breaths filled the room as he carefully slid out of you, both slowly coming down from cloud nine. sirius grunted at the view of your overused pussy blowing out his cum. counter completely drowned in your arousal.

“round two at the house?” you suggested.

———

🏷: @selenesheart @malfoy-girl

#sirius black #sirius black smut #sirius black x reader #sirius black x y/n #sirius black au #sirius black fic #sirius black one shot #sirius black x you #sirius black imagine

[hornime]

home workout | bokuto koutarou x gn!reader

“i’d let you do- do anything. anything you wan’ to me. i’m yours. all- all,” his voice raised a few octaves as the inside of your thighs brushed past his cockhead, “yours. all yours.”

warnings: 18+, sub!bokuto, jealous!reader (i mean who wouldn’t be when bokuto, your goddamn boyfriend, is perceived by other people the fuck), also lowkey possessive!reader, lotsa licking and sucking, nipple play, some praise (from reader) and some begging, brief mention of dacryphilia, kinda soft at the end

w/c: 1.5k sheesh

a/n: bokuto brainrot has me in literal tears. him being completely clueless to people flirting w him cus he doesn’t recognize romance from anyone but you has me so soft. i luv this man w my whole heart !!!!! ALSO THANKS FOR ALL THE LOVE ON THE BAKUGO FIC I JUST ABOUT SHIT MY PANTS WOOWWOWO

you weren’t an idiot. you knew that your boyfriend was attractive in literally every aspect of the word. he was sweet, patient, and kind, and what he lacked in academic smarts was made up tenfold in his emotional maturity and ability to read people. big and beefy, bokuto was all yours and all you wanted to stay trapped within his arms forever. unfortunately, to maintain the figure you adored so much and stay in shape for the volleyball season, he had to leave the four walls of your shared bedroom far more than you liked, having a daily obligation to spend a few hours at the gym.

once again, you weren’t an idiot. the few times that your work schedule and his training schedule aligned, you’d been able to work out together. and despite your knowledge of just how good-looking bokuto was and the fact that other people could perceive him (much to your chagrin) you were shocked at just how much people shamelessly flirted with him. 

cute girls with matching leggings and sports bras practically clung to his biceps, gushing about how strong he was and how he could probably pick them up with just one hand. their incessant giggling, mesmerizing hair twirling, and teasing touches pissed you off to no end, and you’d tug your boyfriend away before their breasts got too close to him for your liking.

something else you noticed was that, no matter how blatantly obvious the girls seemed to be, the guys were somehow worse, flirting through terms you couldn’t even understand. they compared deadlift weights, bicep curls, hip thrusts; you gritted your teeth thinking about whether they’d ever compared cock sizes in the locker room—you wouldn’t put it past those thirsty gym rats. sneaky bastards.

and bokuto, of course, was oblivious to it all. how could you blame him—he was so used to being adored! you knew that, to him, all of their praises paled in comparison to yours, but you couldn’t help but feel jealous. he was all yours—should be all yours—and you hated sharing him with the world.

you woke up saturday morning with a ringing in your ears, hand smacking the nightstand trying to turn off that god-awful alarm noise, bleary eyes barely able to focus on the text notification from your boyfriend.

[5:33 AM] kou: gm babe!!!! i didnt wanna wake u up cus u looked so peaceful! im heading to the gym rn. text me when ur up! love uu

[5:34 AM] kou: should be home around 9!! gym bud wants to show me something so i might be a little late for breakfast.

just to reiterate, you weren’t an idiot. for all the annoying flirting you noticed when you were with bokuto, there was no doubt in your mind that there must be a lot more when he was at the gym alone, which, unluckily for you, was most of the time since he was a freakin’ pro athlete and all.

you couldn’t prevent the pool of envy from swirling in your gut. gym bud? are you serious? who could that be? the girl with the arm tat or the dude with the dreads? no, maybe its that yoga instructor with the ass—

you shook your head, clearing your brain. you’d be here for hours if you went through everyone at that stupid gym that had ever shown interest in bokuto. the clock read 9:53 AM and the green flame in your body only burned brighter. just as you were about to call him and ask where he was, the front door slammed open.

“babe! i’m home!”

you silently put your phone down, teeth still clenching in jealousy. for some reason, hearing his voice only exacerbated the tension in your shoulders. you needed him. now.

“babe?” his voice creeped closer as he tread through the hallway towards the room. “you up?”

you peeked your head out of the doorframe, cheery voice masking your devilish intentions, “kou!"

his eyes brightened as he made eye contact with you and flashed his trademark smile. “hey! what’s u-” he took in the mischievous glint in your eyes “-p?”

you grabbed his burly forearm, yanking him behind you and walking towards him, forcing him to stumble and fall back on the bed. “wait! i’m all gross and sweaty,” he said, “gym showers were broke-”

“i don’t care. take off your shirt.”

“wow, someone’s eager. missed me that much?”

“watch it,” you glared. “i’m not in the mood, kou.”

he gulped at the dominance radiating from your voice, scrambling to take off the t-shirt that stretched between his pecs perfectly. with the fabric off and throw haphazardly to the side, he looked to you expectantly, the epitome of innocence.

your eyes wandered over his sculpted chest, the remnants of a soft sheen of sweat from his workout making it shine in the sunlight pouring through the blinds. your heart stuttered in your chest—he looked like an angel. coupled with the way with his bottom lip was tucked under his front teeth and the wide, anticipating look in his eyes, fuck. you almost smiled how blessed you felt in that moment, to see him in such a raw, alluring position, before a jarring thought caused your lips to twitch back into a frown.

everyone else can see him, too.

your eyes hardened. maybe they can see him all big and strong, you thought, but they’ll never get to see him like this: submissive.

and so fucking sensitive.

within an instant, your lips were latched on the soft spot above his collarbone, causing him to whimper in pleasure. you continued to travel along his throat, slowly working your way to the other side of his neck and crossing back to nibble at his adam’s apple.

you unexpectedly pulled away, drawing a short whine from him, before repositioning yourself so that you were straddling his outstretched legs. slowly, starting from the hem of his shorts, you dragged your tongue between the ridges of his abs, moving up towards his pecs, tasting the saltiness of his sweat and feeling the muscles tense underneath.

“fuck,” he groaned. as your lips puckered around one of his peaked nipples, he uncontrollably jerked his hips up, inadvertently rubbing his sensitive cock between your legs. overwhelmed by the sensation, he moaned. “fuck.”

“you taste good,” you muttered, grazing your teeth over his other nipple. “just wanna taste you all the time. you’d let me, right?”

thoughts muddled by just how good everything felt, he nodded mindlessly. “i’d let you do- do anything. anything you wan’ to me. i’m yours. all- all,” his voice raised a few octaves as the inside of your thighs brushed past his cockhead, “yours. all yours.”

you paused. raising your head from his chest, you made eye contact with him, so intense he almost closed his eyes to shield himself from the blaze burning in your dilated pupils. “why’d you stop,” he begged, “i want more. feels so good and i wan’ mor-”

“say it again,” you demanded. “tell me that you’re mine.”

his eyes, glossed over and prickled with tears precariously close to falling, squeezed tightly as he spoke, unable to control the growing volume of his voice. “’m all yours. always. all yo- yours.” he gasped as you resumed your movements, pinching the sensitive skin around his v-line while fervently leaving sloppy kisses on his chest. 

“good boy.”

he keened at your praise. another light touch to his cock combined with the passage of your mouth had him trembling, and his breath hitched as he cried out in warning, tears now flowing freely over his flushed cheeks. “m’ gonna cum, ‘m gonna, gonna cum.”

“yeah?” you whispered, lips brushing against his strained abs. “go ahead then.”

“fuck!” he whined, blabbering as you sat back and watched in awe of the beauty before you, a big strong man like him reduced to nothing more than a moaning mess. “fuck, fuck—you always make me feel so, s-so go-od, fuck i love you.”

with soaked shorts and an exhausted sigh, he dropped his head back onto the plush comforter of the bed. you flattened your palms on his quivering body, reeling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. he panted, running his fingers through your hair before nudging your face to look at him, staring at you with an expression of pure bliss and adoration. he studied you for a bit before declaring with a soft smile, “you’re the best. so fuckin’ happy that i’m yours.”

driven by affection, he sat up and reached his arms around your waist, snuggling his chin over your shoulder and mashing your chests, yours clothed and his naked, together. “kou wait!” you shrieked. “you’re all sweaty again! it’s gross!”

he chuckled. as if you hadn’t been spoiling him by licking it up just a few minutes ago. “you’re right. i‘m probably sweating more now than i was after my workout.”

at that, your ears perked up. “well maybe you should do home workouts more often then,” you teased.

“you’re right,” he repeated with a grin, “maybe i should.” if it meant more mornings like these, he’d forego the gym in a heartbeat. 

that night, he canceled his gym membership. after all, he reasoned, it’s offseason anyway.

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[shorkbrian]

HI i love ur blog okokok um but writing for HISOKA???????? yes please like i have so many hisoka thoughts. imagining getting stalked by him bc he thinks ur a powerful fighter and then he just .. jumps you and you fight in some random alley & he just. destroys ur insides . masochistic man of my dreams <33

(What To Expect - blood, stalking, fighting n fucking, NSFW, noncon, sexual assault. Dark content, don’t like, don’t read.)

oh to be a newly licensed hunter, accidentally stumbling across Hisoka’s path while he’s working.

Trying to turn and leave only to get stopped by some fool looking for a fight, leering at you, taunting you, assuming you’re working with Hisoka.

Having to dispatch of the goon before slipping away, cutting off his meaty, groping hands, kicking him in the nuts and bashing his face into the cobblestone before he can even cry out, turning tail and running before any more attention could be drawn to you.

Hisoka has a reputation, after all, and you don’t want to get involved.

Having the redheaded magician suddenly show up at the inn you’re staying at, plopping himself down across from you at the little table in the corner while you eat dinner, playing cards between his fingers.

Having him thank you for lending him a hand earlier, you should’ve stayed longer and helped him with the other goons, he would’ve split the reward with you!

If he notices your blank stare, the one hiding your apprehension at his presence, the magician doesn’t say anything.

Oh to keep running into him day after day, the man making up some smooth excuse for his increasing appearance in your life.

To get that feeling that each run-in with the redhead is less of a coincidence than it seems, Hisoka dropping more and more information about you until it becomes alarming, the Magician smiling at you with faux innocence as he watches your alarm rise.

Finishing your job and leaving town to settle in a few towns over, glad to be rid of Hisoka’s unnerving presence.

Only for him to show up the next day, trailing behind you.

It’s obvious that he’s stalking you, and it’s obvious that he likes watching you run, the young hunter becoming the hunted in a twisted reversal of roles.

Wherever you find work, Hisoka happens to have a job as well, running into you each and every day with a dark twinkle in his eye, daring you to keep playing this little game of cat-and-mouse.

He holes up at the same Inns, pretends to be your friend, monopolizes your time by cornering you in public at every opportunity, rambling lazily about work while he watches you try and figure out how to politely slip away.

You always feel eyes on you, even when you’re certain you’re alone, locked in your room for the night, shutters drawn and lights put out.

No matter where you go, Hisoka follows, and you can’t ever seem to hide. 

He’s relentless in his pursuit, yet doesn’t make any moves to subdue you yet, savoring the chase, the game the two of you are playing.

Oh to get tired of his creepy behavior one night as he follows you from the shadows. You can sense his presence, and it’s irritating, because the only way you know he’s there is because Hisoka wants you to know.

Yelling at him to stop being a pervert, to stop following you, watching you, mirroring your every move.

Only to have Hisoka to disappear suddenly, just like a magician at the end of a show, no trace left behind.

To be so satisfied with yourself, for standing up to the mad man, for driving him off. Walking with your head held high and a proud feeling in your chest.

Passing through a dark alleyway to reach your destination, not worried about anybody jumping you because you have the necessary skills to incapacitate almost anyone.

Oh to be suddenly slammed against the wall, head spinning as you get thrown to the ground, Hisoka standing over you in the dark, teeth gleaming as his lips stretch into a wicked smile.

Having to fight the deranged Magician, trying to cut him and land painful hits to his body, only to be horrified at the subsequent moans each hit draws from him.

Hisoka raggedly taunting you, eyes lightning up as he lets you in on the multitude of ways he’s been stalking you, the things you had noticed, the things you hadn’t.

Like how he broke into your room each night, snooped in your belongings. Picked fights with men who’s eyes trailed after your body, just so he could beat them to the ground, relishing the fight.  Each punch to their stomach, each slice of his cards further solidifying that he was the only one who got to have you.

To ruin you.

Trying to fight back against Hisoka, horrified at his behavior.

Having it draw out, each of you bloody and battered, Hisoka laughing, hissing, groaning in pleasure each time you’re able to hurt him.

The bulge in his pants thoroughly disgusting you.

Oh to finally get knocked to your knees, a razor-sharp playing card tucked underneath your chin, forcing your head back to look up at Hisoka. Having the Magician run his bloody fingers through your hair, before pulling and making you wince.

Having the man use his cards to cut at your clothes, and finding it in you to keep fighting, determined to avoid his lecherous intentions.

Fighting him while he cuts off your clothes, while he shoves you against the wall, while he sucks on his fingers to get them wet before running them over your cunt.

Throwing your head back and hearing a satisfying crunch as you break his nose, but the man only groans low, before swiping at the blood dribbling towards his lip to use it to wet your hole.

Letting out a frustrated cry when he shuffles his pants down, long cock prodding against your ass, feeling the man rut against your a few times.

Redoubling your efforts, only managing to knock him aside and run a few meagre steps before being caught again, strong arms hauling you into the air to slam you down onto the cobblestones.

Trying to bite at his face when he gets too close, Hisoka giggling in glee as he lines himself up, slicks his length with the saliva you spit in his face.

Oh to have him utterly wreck you, fucking you into the gritty cobblestones while you fight him the entire time, scratching at his skin, biting his shoulder deep enough to draw blood, pinching his flesh between your fingers hard enough to bruise.

It only encourages HIsoka, hips stuttering at each painful sensation, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he moans, encourages you to continue.

Having him pound you stupid, until you’re screaming and exhausted, disgusted, drained. 

Having him cum inside you when you yell at him about how he’s a filthy degenerate, a disgusting pervet, a slob, a creepy, sick man that’s fucked in the head.

Oh to have him carry you back to the inn you’re staying at, a blanket that seemed to materialize from nowhere wrapped around your naked, dirty body.

Having Hisoka tuck you into bed, promising to see you again, to fight you again, to fuck you again.

<3

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[teddy06writes]

hi !! i love ur writing sm, can i request karl with a trans (ftm) boyfriend? you can do whatever u want with it i just think the situation would be cute :D

Karl x transmale!reader

trigger warnings: transphobia, homophobia, swearing, dysphoria

Okay, so part of this is hcs because I had too many general ideas to fit in one fic, plus a situation

(d/n)- deadname

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So, Karl and a trans boyfriend

when you came out he was so chill about it, even though you were kinda freaking out, like:

“Karl... I’m trans”

“Okay.”

“Like, I’m a guy, and use he/him pronouns now.”

“Alright, your obviously not going by (d/n), so what do you want me to call you?”

You were just so shocked

he’s like, so proud of you for being so brave to come out

constantly tells you how valid you are

definitely offered to buy you a binder, like as soon as you came out

once you came out he went around reintroducing you to people like you were someone totally different

“Jimmy! I have someone for you to meet!” *Pulls you out from behind wall or somthin* “This is my new boyfriend (y/n)!”

would throw hands with even his friends if they deadname you

definitely would go to pride with you, and just be so happy to see you fitting in and looking so excited about the atmosphere  

starts leaving little sticky notes around your apartment ‘your so handsome’ ‘ily (y/n)’ ‘your very masculine today’ ‘remember to take your binder off’

when you get dysphoric would give you his baggiest hoodie in a heart beat, anything to make you feel more comfortable

quietly has alarms set to make sure you aren’t over wearing your binder so he can remind you to take it off, and thinks he’s so discreet about it even though you’ve known for months

if/when you got top surgery he’d go with you, and be all giddy when you woke up, excited that you finally had at least part of the right body

can and has chewed out transphobes in public for purposely miss gendering you

speaking of:

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It was a nice day, and for once (with much hype from Karl) you were feeling pretty good about how you looked.

You and Karl were currently wandering through a park, fingers intertwined, enjoying the day.

Some frat boy quickly edged around you, muttering, “God, what’s with the fags in this god damned park?”

Karl stopped in his tracks, already starting to go for his wallet to confuse the person, “Excuse me?”

“You fucking heard me fag.” The kid turned around glaring at him.

Karl started to pull out three dollars, “Listen man this-”

The guy started to laugh, “Wait your not just a fag, your a fag with a girlfriend whos in fucking denial!”

You looked down, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

Karl looked livid, and he was, “I’m sorry, what did you just say about my boyfriend?”

“That?” The kid pointed to you, “That ain’t your boyfriend buddy.”

Gently Karl pushed you behind him, “Last I fucking checked, I had a boyfriend.”

“Yeah, fucking right, that bitch is clearly a fucking woman.”

“HE is a boy! You shut your uneducated mouth, you don’t get to fucking talk about him like that!”

Now Karl never swore, but now, he allowed himself, and you quietly watched his 5′ 11′ figure face off against this man who had to be at least 6′ 2′’.

“Please fucking enlighten me as to how you would even think, that he’s not a fucking dude! I’d like to know!”

“Listen man, I get wanting to defend your little girlfriend-”

“HE IS NOT MY GIRLFRIEND, I’VE CORRECTED YOU ONCE AND I WILL NOT FUCKING DO IT AGAIN!” Karl exploded.

The transphobe blinked, clearly not excpecting that.

“PLEASE, IF YOU’RE NOT GONNA FUCKING LISTEN TO ME JUST LEAVE, I DON’T NEED YOU FUCKING MY BOYFRIENDS AND I’S DATE!!!!”

The guy quickly turned and hurried down the path, leaving Karl to quickly pull you into his arms, murmuring, “He’s wrong, you are so freaking handsome, and so freaking valid, and you do pass, just like you always do.”

Your arms snaked there way around his waist, “Thank you.”

Karl pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “Anything for you darlin.”

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