#hickey: you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up

[leadpoisoningprincess]

the way i see hickey and goodsir is like. hickey wants goodsir so so badly Specifically Because he knows he's totally immune to all his bullshit and would never ever fuck him. like he canonically likes the Chase so why would not chase the most unavailable guy. but eventually that just starts to piss him off and it leads into a kind of extremely pathetic obsession where hickey thinks he's his Nemesis and goodsir doesn't think about him at all

#this is all because of how adnags said hickey's relationship with goodsir was his Favorite that's so interesting to me... #hickey: you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up #goodsir: you want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid #op #never been a jopkey girl but goodkey... i have thoughts

[yourfavhoesblog]

"Taste your loss"

Top Dom! dazai x Bttm Sub! Male reader

Dazai notices the hickeys on your body and smirks even wider. "Did you enjoy yourself?" He asks teasingly, his fingers trailing lightly over one of the marks left behind by his lips.

"What happened last night?" You rubbed your sore eyes.

Dazai's smirk turns into a soft chuckle. "Oh, you mean when we spent the entire night making love?" He teases, his hand finding its way to your inner thigh. "I think you enjoyed it quite a bit."

"You're just one of the few people i hooked up with." You roll your eyes

"Is that so?"

Dazai retorts playfully, his hand squeezing your thigh gently. "Well, maybe I should make it worth your while to spend more nights with me."

With a satisfied smirk, Dazai leans in closer to you once again, his lips brushing against yours softly. "I think I could make you quite addicted to my touch,"

"As if" *You scoff*

Dazais eyes closed as he chuckled.

"Is that a challenge?"

"Sure the first one to cum does whatever the other one wants"

"Deal"

"But i doubt you'll beat me"

"What if i do?"

"How will you?"

Dazai's eyes flash with amusement at your challenge. "I intend to prove it to you," he whispers huskily before pressing his lips against yours in a slow, passionate kiss.

As their lips meet and their tongues dance together, you can feel Dazai's hardness against your thigh.

"I think we both know who will be the one addicted," Dazai murmurs between kisses.

As the passionate kiss deepens, you can feel his heart racing. Dazai's hand slowly moves up his thigh, stopping just short of his erection. With a soft moan, Dazai pulls away from the kiss for a moment to gaze into your eyes once more.

"What?"

"Nothing," Dazai replies, his voice thick with desire. "Let's test our limits, shall we?" With that, he resumes his slow ascent up your legs, his fingers finally wrapping around your erection.

As you let out a soft moan, Dazai smirks. His fingers start to move in a gentle massage around your shaft, and in no time at all, the other man is panting and squirming beneath him.

Dazai grins wolfishly, his breath hot against your neck.

"You're not making this easy on me," he murmurs before increasing the intensity of his touch, his thumb brushing lightly against the head of your cock.

You gasps softly as Dazai's thumb teases the sensitive skin at the tip of his cock.

"But i do enjoy making things difficult for you," he breathes, his voice hoarse with desire.

"Shut up and fuck me already"

Dazai's eyebrows arch up in surprise at your demand, but he doesn't hesitate for a moment. With a smooth motion, he guides your cock into his mouth, taking him deep into his throat.

As you squirm beneath him, Dazai's tongue swirls around the tip of your cock, causing him to pant even harder. The bigger man teases him mercilessly, sucking and licking until you are trembling with need.

Dazai smirks against your cock. "You're trying so hard not to cum, aren't you?" He murmurs, pulling back to look at your flushed face. "I'm impressed," he adds with a chuckle.

Without warning, Dazai pushes you flat onto the desk, following him down and trapping his legs between his own. With his other hand, he reaches over to grab a tube of lubricant from the nightstand.

Dazai takes a deep breath before leaning forward and guiding his erect cock towards your entrance. As he pushes slowly inside, your eyes roll back in his head, and he lets out a long, low moan.

With each pass of his finger, Dazai increases the intensity of his touch, working his way deeper inside you until he's stretching him to his limits. Once he's confident that your is ready, he pulls back and positions himself at the other man's entrance.

With every inch that he slides inside, Dazai watches intently, and your expressions change from surprised pleasure to pure bliss. He starts rocking his hips slowly, feeling the tight heat of your body grip fitting his cock like a glove.

As you begin to adjust to his size, Dazai picks up the pace, thrusting deeper and harder into his lover's tight hole.

With each thrust, he watches as your face contorts in pleasure, his moans spilling into the room.Unable to contain his own desire any longer, Dazai reaches down and grabs your small cock, beginning to stroke in time with his thrusts.

The dual stimulation is too much for you, and you cry out, arching your back off the desk.

"W-wait, stop -"

"But where's the fun in that?" Smirking at your pathetic cries, Dazai continues his rough sex, determined to bring his lover to the brink of insanity. He bites down on his lower lip, trying to hold back his own moan and failing miserably.

"Im not gonna..- cum"

"Oh, but you will," Dazai smirks, his voice low and seductive. "I won't stop until you're screaming my name." With that, he picks up the pace, slamming into your prostate with each thrust."How cute," Dazai murmurs, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

He leans down to capture your lips in a brutal kiss, dominating the much smaller man.Feeling your inner walls beginning to pulse around him, Dazai knows he's close to reaching his goal. With a sharp cry, he slams into you over and over, watching as the other man's eyes roll back into his head.

With a wicked grin, Dazai slows his thrusts, teasing you and prolonging his excitement. "You're going to cum for me, aren't you?" he asks, his voice heavy with sexual tension.Chuckling, Dazai picks up the pace again, pounding into your tight channel.

You shook your head no, but he already knew the answer

"Lie to me all you want," his fingers digging into your hips. "But I can feel it building inside you."With one final thrust, Dazai pushes deep inside you, feeling the other man's hot liquid coating his cock. He holds still, savoring the moment as your body quakes beneath him.

"I won't lose!"

"Oh, but you already have," Dazai says with a smirk, pulling out slowly and watching as your semen drips from his cock. He reaches down to catch some on his finger and brings it up to your mouth.

"Taste your loss."

With a cruel smirk, Dazai pushes your face down onto his finger, watching as the other man obediently licks the sticky fluid off.

#Spotify #anime #male reader #smut #bottom male reader #bungou stray dogs dazai #dazai x y/n #dazai x male reader #dazai x reader #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #bungo stray dogs x reader

[reareaotaku]

Yandere! Billy Loomis AKA Scream Headcanons

Tw: Slight NSFW, Death, Murder

Before Becoming Scream

He makes you watch horror movies [Even if you don't like them]

He likes to haunt you and torture you, but never anything extreme, just playful

Grabs a handful of you when ever he gets the chance

Leans his head on your shoulder and kisses your cheek

He gets aggravated if you reject him

He charms you into a relationship and you don't even realize it

Calls you Mommy during sex, even though he's the dominant one. Chokes you a little, but gets so loving after where you forget about it until next time

He gets jealous pretty easily

And he doesn't take it well

Always has an arm around you, usually your shoulder or your waist

He likes to pull you close into him

Leaves hickeys all over your neck, dark and big

Wants to do you on any surface he can get you on

He's addicted to you; Like an addict with drugs, an alcoholic with beer, etc

After Becoming Scream

He becomes incredibly violent and goes after people try and hit on you

It gives him a rush and turns him on. He always wants to fuck you after

His one rule for Stu is he can't touch you. You're his

If you try leaving him, he'll threaten you

"You want to break up?"

"Yes?"

The next thing you know you have a knife to your throat and he's threatening to cut you

"Say that again. Come on-"

"You wouldn't-"

"Oh, but I would. See, if I can't have you, why should anyone else?"

"You're sick!"

"And yet you had sex with me."

"I didn't know"

"Oh come on," He sticks the knife in deeper and bends his head down a little, to look at you from below, "You always know"

"You're a sick man, Billy. You need help"

"I won't need help if you just shut up and forget about this whole thing"

You're a little more angsty around him after his knife incident

Whenever anyone asks you about it, Billy will speak for you

"Oh, you know. She's freaked about the whole killer on the loose. Don't worry babe, you've got me"

You can never leave him so don't even try

"You're the killer?"

"And your one stupid, stupid bitch," Billy tilts his head, fiddling with the blood on his shirt, "But God do I love stupid bitches"

You can tell the cops, but you have no proof and Billy has alibis. They'll see you as a jealous ex

Makes you watch as he kills your father. All you can do is scream and beg for mercy

"Aren't you enjoying the show, Y/n?"

"Please Billy! Pleeasee," You beg, tears streaming down your face. You can barely move with the restraints and drugs in your system

Billy will look you in the eyes, before gutting your father like a fish

You can try and run, but you can never escape Billy. He will always find you. He can't have you leave him. No one will ever leave him again. Not another woman will abandon him...

#scream #yandere scream #scream x reader #billy loomis #billy loomis x reader #billy x reader #billy loomis x you #billy loomis imagine #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere billy loomis #yandere billy x reader #yandere billy loomis x reader

[sumaneun-stars]

'Save It - 03'

(smut)

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Pairing. boss!Jay x Fem!secretary!reader

Genre. Co-workers to lovers, smut

Warnings. Abuse, hickeys, making out, mentions of bleeding, angst

Sypnosis. Jay was the fuckboy in college, such a playboy that he almost ran out of girls to hook up with. But once he inherited his father’s company, he’d changed. 3 years into being a professional CEO and then you walked through those doors, making him fall at first sight. All his plans collapsed once he found out that his rival, Lee Heeseung, was best friends with you ever since. There were many reasons for him to let go of you, including his parents- but his endless love for you said otherwise.

You watched as the water in the kettle boiled, it brought back painful memories. You remembered how the man sat near a fireplace, heating a metal rod to hit your skin.

“Where are your parents, little girl? I need my money!” the man screamed.

“I- I d- don’t know” you stuttered in fear.

“Don’t worry, mommy and daddy will come for you” he said as he grabbed your hair aggressively.

But they never came… so you ran.

You shut your eyes to the thought of being found by them again. You knew your parents were alive, but it was easier to consider them dead than the fact that they abandoned you. When you opened your eyes, you found yourself scratching the scar on your arm.

‘Shit, ouch it hurts. I should really stop this habit of scratching, before it starts to bleed again.’

“Hey love” Jay entered the kitchen.

“Oh- your back!” you quickly pulled down our sleeve to cover your arm.

“Yeah, I bought something for you!” He dragged you to the couch and made you sit on his thigh, and gave you the bag 

You opened the bag. It was a dress, a white dress. It was so elegant and simple, just what you loved.

“Oh my god, Jay it’s so pretty! Thank you!” you hugged him with so much force he fell back, his head resting on the couch head. You straddled him and buried your face in the crook of his neck. You felt so safe and peaceful in his arms. The both of you stayed like that for sometime, Jay occasionally ran his fingers through your hair.

“You like it that much?” Jay kissed the side of your head.

“Mhm, I love you” you confessed.

You felt Jay freeze his movements on your hair, pulling you back to make you look at him. His eyes were glossy and teary. His lips formed into the brightest smile, making the butterflies in your stomach explode.

“Why are you crying, baby?” you chuckled and started to wipe them away with your thumb. Jay cupped your cheeks and brought your face closer, connecting the both of your foreheads. 

“I wanted to say that first” he whined in a whispered tone, making you giggle.

“It does matter who says it first, silly,” you teased him, stroking the ends of his hair.

“I love you more. You're an addiction baby” he confessed back, the both of you shared a kiss filled with emotion, which made your stomach flip. You couldn’t believe you thought Jay was scary, your once terrifying boss. Like he heard your thoughts, you felt him smile into the kiss, your noses and teeth clashed into each other as you shared a hot, messy make out.

“I’m your boss only when we aren't together” Jay mumbled into the kiss and you nodded in approval.

“What about when it's only us together?” you teased him.

“My queen” he leaned into your lips once again, but you stopped him with your fingers. Jay looked at you confused, but when you attached your lips to the birthmark on his neck, he couldn’t help but moan out loud. You kissed his skin gently, swirling your tongue on his sensitive area. But soon enough you started sucking on it harshly, making a red mark that soon turned purple. Purple. Your favorite color.

“Fuck baby-  how am i supposed to hold back when you do this?” he moved his head to the side, giving you more access to his neck. After a few more hickeys, you giggled and kissed the tip of his nose.

“Ah, you got a parcel, from a man” you said once you pulled away, getting up to bring the bag to him. Jay’s eyes widened when he read the letter, and that made you worried. His face turned pale.

“Jay? You okay?” you asked, concerned. 

“Huh- ..yeah, yeah i’m okay” he cleared his throat, his mother pulled another stunt 

“My mother is expecting me to wear this tonight” Jay said the truth. He hoped that his mother wouldn't do anything tonight at the party, especially about his marriage. He had to tell you but… how? He just got you and now he had to lose you… 

“I need to tell you something, Jay” you broke the silence, you were ready to tell him. Mustering all the confidence you had, you opened your mouth, but-

His phone rang.

“Sorry, baby” he said rather quickly and stormed off.

Later, you took a shower and applied your daily amount of foundation. You put on the dress Jay got for you. It was gorgeous. The expensive material felt so foreign on your skin. You came out of the bathroom, only to be met with the drooling sight of Jay in a black tuxedo. He looked so angelic and unreal as he made his bowtie in front of the mirror, like a fictional character straight out of a fairytale. Like your own prince charming. But he looked… sad, and worried.

Jay was anxious. He prayed with all his heart for nothing to happen tonight. He regretted answering his parents call earlier.

“Make sure you wear that, Jongseong. And be polite” was all they said, and made him worried, what if they-

“Love?” he heard your voice. He turned and almost cried at how beautiful you looked. Your hair let loose and thread with small white flowers, hands decorated with a simple ring and bracelet. And your eyes were filled with a galaxy of stars. Jay was truly whipped for you.

“Jay?” you found him smiling like an idiot.

“My beautiful princess” he pulled you into his arms and kissed the crown of your head, giggling at your flustered reaction.

“I can’t get enough of you, should we not go tonight and stay in bed?” Jay secretly hoped you'd agree, but-

“No baby, we shouldn’t let our desire collide with business, you taught me that” you cupped his cheek and massaged his neck.

“ I did?..”  Jay made a funny face and you laughed.

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

The party was huge. The moment the guards let the car through the gateway, you saw people getting out of limousines. And they wore fancy dresses that barely covered anything. You suddenly felt insecure, what if the people mistake you for a waitress? Just as you were getting lost in your negative thoughts, you felt a kiss on the back of your hand.

“You okay, love?” Jay leaned into your ear.

“Yeah, no i’m okay” you smiled back.

“In my eyes you're the most beautiful one here, that’s a huge compliment you know? Especially coming from the owner's son!” 

You laughed at his humor, but you knew deep down he was scared of something.

“Thank you baby. Are you okay though?” 

“Mhm better than ever! You're gonna love the party” he patted your hand in reassurance.

You got out of the car and almost immediately wanted to go home. Everyone looked your way… well, maybe at Jay who was standing behind you. Jay held your hand from the back, but you let go of it immediately. It broke your heart to remember that you were only his secretary in public. You got your head out of your ass and stepped behind Jay. The poor boy was so confused, he looked like a lost puppy, so you had to do this.

“Shall we, Mr. Park?” you stressed on the last word and he changed his expression.

You watched from the back at how many business men walked up to charm Jay and how many girls tried to touch him. Each elder Jay greeted had a nice woman to introduce to him. You couldn’t believe the duality Jay had with you and business, it was… scary.

“Jongseong! Look at my son! So handsome” Jay’s mother greeted him, and he smiled.

“And who may you be?” she looked at you, and with that, you knew she hated you.

You put on your ‘be nice face’ and smiled “I’m Mr. Park’s secretary, ma’am”

“Oh, so your Y/n! Yes yes, Jay has mentioned you” when she turned her attention to someone else, Jay sneaked a smile at you which made you blush.

“Oh my! Jay! You look so dashing in this suit!” Jay’s eyes widened at the familiar woman behind you.

“Soojin… I didn’t know you could make it-” 

You could tell that Jay said those words half- heartedly. The woman wore a sparkly black dress that showed her legs really well, she sized you up and raised an eyebrow at you, and you definitely didn’t like the sentence she spoke next.

“I knew this suit looked good on you, we truly do match!” she walked past you and threw her arms around Jay’s neck. The sight made the blood boil in your body. She dared touch your man, also in front of you.

“Well you two are going to be engaged soon, and I'll be the happiest mom!” Jay’s mother cheered as she pushed Jay and Soojin together. 

‘Engaged?’ 

Your smile faded.

Tears threatened to spill from your eyes. He was supposed to get engaged to someone? And he didn’t tell you? Was his plan to use you? Soojin smiled at him, but his eyes were on yours. His eyes begged you to stay.

Jay looked at your glossy eyes, he had fucked up. You looked so confused and hurt, it broke his heart to see you like this. You were hurt, betrayed… and he was the reason. Jay distantly could hear his mother talking about his wedding… with someone else. When you turned and walked away, Jay’s insides broke down. His chest ached so painfully. He had to explain before you left him.

You walked slowly… almost like you wanted him to grab onto your arm, turn you around and say ‘it’s not what you think’ or ‘ i love you’. But it was just false hope.

Lost in your thoughts, you almost ran into the wall but was held back by-

“Hey, Y/n, you okay? Woah… why are you crying?” Heeseung examined your face.

That was your last string. Your tears finally broke free, making Heeseung embrace you.

”H- Heeseung- Ja- Jay… He- he has” you said in between sobs, trying to catch your breath.

“Shh… breathe Y/n, hey, come with me” Heeseung led you to the rooftop of the building. 

You're welcomed with a gush of wind, you really needed this. You removed your heels and sat on the ledge of the building. You looked up at the night sky, lit with a thousand little suns. The moon shone with a dim light, which made the city lights look brighter. The wind dried your tears and brought freedom to your hair. You hadn’t realized how much time you spent until you saw Jay seated beside you, his hair was messed up, his jacket discarded and bowtie lost.

“I ran,” he said.

“Why?” you questioned.

“Because I thought you... left” Jay’s voice quivered.

You felt a pain in your chest when his voice cracked. It was always your voice that cracked in front of him, who would have thought the opposite would happen. The both of you stayed quiet, enjoying the view and the cool breeze, but the entire time, Jay had his eyes on you. He needed to apologize, and he was grateful that you gave him time to speak. 

“Y/n… I’m so sorry I didn't tell you about the engagement plans” Before he could speak the next sentence, Jay found himself crying.

“I tried to tell you, I promise- I did… but I was scared you’d leave me, and I was selfish to not tell you” Jay said while fresh tears greeted his cheeks. Your heart ached to see him crying, he was so vulnerable and a part of you knew he was telling the truth.

“We could have worked something out… maybe spoken to your father or mother about me” you faced him and tears bloomed.

“I know, I- I wasn’t thinking, I was so absorbed in my happiness, I didn’t think of yours- and I kept ignoring my mom’s calls, trying to cover up everything” liquid like silver dripped from Jay’s chocolate brown eyes. He cried into his hands, it felt like he was scolding himself. Like he was battling his own thoughts.

“Hey, hey it’s okay, I forgive you… look at me, Jay” you held his face in your palms, making him look at you.

“I’m so sorry Y/n… I promise, no more secrets” he leaned his head in your palm, you held his face and kissed his wet lips. Jay didn’t expect you to do that, but the moment your warm lips met, his heart awakened. He felt like he was breathing again. You were the oxygen to his lungs, the beating of his heart and his reason to smile. He held your face and kissed you harder, grateful to god for making you his.

“Baby… ” he whispered into your ear, and you felt the tears once again. He rubbed his nose on your neck, inhaling your scent, arms tightly wrapped around your waist… like you were going to run away from him. 

“I have something to tell you too…” you massaged the nape of his neck and gently pulled away as you prepared your words. You didn’t want another secret to invade your relationship. 

“What is it?” Jay asked and you stayed silent, looking down.

“Are you engaged to Heeseung?” Jay panicked.

“What? No!” you laughed at his horrified expression, which made Jay crack at his own assumption. You and Jay laughed so hard that you didn’t hear the door open, and a person walked in.

“You guys are so cute it’s sickening” Heeseung commented as he made his way towards you two.

“Heeseung! Where’d you go?” you noticed only then that Heeseung went missing.

“I went down to bring you some water and saw Jay running around like a cockroach… so i told him you were here” Heeseung sat next to you and glared at Jay teasing him.

“I would have found her without your help” Jay rolled his eyes at Heeseung, which provoked his humor.

“No way! Do you know how hard it was to find Y/n back in college, she used to hide on the rooftop and no one could find her! Not even me!” Heeseung explained with his dramatic hand movements which made the three of you laugh.

“Shows how dumb you were, Heeseung,” Jay laughed.

“You little…” you covered their mouths and laughed at the reactions they made.

Later, you three spoke of the most random things in life, each sentence ending with laughter. This was the start of a new bond …a friendship. 

“Bye Hee… and thank you” you hugged Heeseung at the entrance.

“No problem Y/n, if he does anything to hurt you, I’m right here okay? We all need that one… friend, right?” Heeseung smiled sadly.

“I’m glad you're that friend” you patted his arm and got into the car.

“You treat her well” Heeseung said when Jay offered his hand 

“I will, thank you… I guess” Jay shook his hand with heeseung’s and got into the car

You suddenly felt nervous when Jay opened the door to your shared suite. You were going to reveal your biggest secret. What was he going to say about your dark past… 

‘They tell you to be yourself and they judge you’ what if he leaves you?

“Love? Something wrong?” you were so lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice Jay in front of you

“Yeah… just a little..” you tried to hide the fear.

“Scared?” He completed your sentence with the softest voice. You nodded your head in defeat.

“You don’t have to tell me Y/n. If it makes you uncomfortable, then don't” Jay brought you into his chest and embraced you. He wrapped his arms around your waist.

You felt so warm and… loved. His scent and warmth somehow made you feel like home. The small smiles and laughs he made were like oxygen to your lungs. You suddenly broke down, all that pent up sadness that you suppressed for months and years finally broke free. You wrapped your arms around his body and held the back of his shirt like he would disappear as you cried into his chest.

“Yn… what’s wrong? Are you okay, love?” Jay's concerned tone made you sob harder. How did you get a pure soul like him? Who were you to claim him yours? Did you really deserve him?

“Y/n, baby, please look at me? Hm?” Jay made you sit on the bed and kneeled in front of you, taking your hands in his.

He started to worry when you cried. Did he do something to make you cry? Did you truly forgive him after tonight? He couldn’t  lose you again, but if it was him who made you cry, then he didn’t deserve you.

“Is it me? D- did I make y- you uncomfortable after Soojin? Is it her?” Jay stuttered as he tried to find the words.

“Jay… I'm scared… what happened tonight scared me so much” you cried.

“I’m so sorry baby… I- I should have told you-”

“No- that’s not it… the thought of losing you was so painful, Jay. Tonight while I was up there, I thought about your future with Soojin and ways to move on from you”

You cried into your hands. All this time you spent your life working and emotionless, moving on doing your best not to dwell on your emotions. You constantly told yourself ‘no one will do it for you,so you do it yourself’, ‘love won’t get you anywhere’. 

“Y/n, I’m not going anywhere… I’m here for you so please look at me” Jay took your hands in his and rubbed circles at the back of your palm.

He couldn’t believe the fact that you were afraid of losing him. You were his everything, his whole world and the sight of you crying this hard because you were afraid of him leaving you. That made him wonder what kind of a lonely and scared life you’ve lived so far.

He cupped your right cheek and you finally looked at him. Your eyes widened at the sight of him crying.

“W- why are you crying?!” you kneeled in front of him and wiped his tears with your bare hand.

“I asked that question first” he laughed softly at your concerned state. He slowly removed your hand from his face and bought your face closer to his and connected the two foreheads.

“Y/n, I will never leave you, so please don’t leave me, because I don’t think I will be able to even breathe without you” you laughed at the last sentence, and brought his lips to yours. Being with him felt so unreal, but when you kissed him, your doubts vanished. Your shoulders felt light and your insides erupted with fireworks.

Jay never felt so alive before, your mere presence and touches made him want to melt. The effect you had on him was insane. If only you knew how far he would go for you. Fuck everything, he just wanted a life with you, to start and end the day with you.

“I want to show you something” 

End.

A/n: kjsfvksjfg what do you guys thinkk??

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[cissyenthusiast010155]

Hello! Could I request number 5 "Shut up and kiss me already" with Morticia?

If you need a scenario maybe the reader stumbling through telling Morticia her feelings and Morticia interrupts her.

I understand if you pass on this.

But if you do, thank you!

Hey hey hey anon! Thanks for the request and I couldn’t ever pass on an opportunity to write for Morticia Addams 🤭 Hope you Enjoy!

All But Done with You ~teacher!Morticia Addams xFem teacher!Reader

Morticia works at Nevermore as teacher like the reader. Reader has developed feelings for Morticia which she is finally pushed to confess. Smut ensues. A lot of smut.

Mommy…Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

#5. “Shut up and kiss me already”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, kissing, biting, strap fucking, doggy style, implied d!ck riding, more implied smut, hickeys and markings, biting kink, Daddy kink, praise kink, degrading kink, breeding kink, implied exhibitionist kink, magic strap, implied punishment kink…, etc.

Enjoy (;

“You should tell her!” Marilyn, your closest friend and colleague, exclaimed.

“I don’t know, Mar… I can barely get a single syllable put around Morticia… What if she doesn’t reciprocate??” you insecurely said.

At this, Marilyn clasped your hands in an embrace, “Babe, listen to me, Just go tell her. And if she brushes you off, then it’s simply her loss. Promise me. Promise me, Y/N, that you’ll try.”

“Ok Fine, I’ll try…” you whispered.

~~~

Your breathing was erratic and your were hands were shaky as you made your way to Morticia’s office after hours. All classes had finished for the day and you thought now was a better time than any. You reached her office door and took a deep breath before knocking.

“Come in…” the sultry voice of Morticia called.

You entered the room and once you actually set your eyes on the woman of your admiration, your nerves went through the roof.

“Oh Darling, It you!” Morticia’s face lit up at the sight of you, as she put away what she was working on, “What can I help you with?”

You blushed at the nickname.

“Well… I was hoping to… I wanted to tell you… something…” you stuttered.

“Of course, Darling…” Morticia purred, standing up and coming over to lean against her desk near you, “Please continue.”

“Ummm… I… well… I’ve wanted to tell you… for a long time really…” you stuttered bashfully through your confession, “I understand if you… you don’t feel the same… the same way… and I understand if it’s innapropriate… but—”

“Shut up and kiss me already…” Morticia interrupted in a sultry whisper, having moved within mere centimeters from your lips.

Your eyes widened and your breath fled, and you immediately crashed your lips onto her pale lips. But you became quickly hesitant once more. Luckily, Morticia was quick to step in, she picked you up and had you wrap your lags around her waist as she snogged you to high heaven. You both kissed until you were literally suffocating and had to pull away for air.

“Let’s move this to the bedroom, hmmm Mon Amour?” Morticia panted into your ear.

“Yes please…” you whimpered into her addictive lips.

With that, Morticia carried you to her private quarters. You thanked whatever high power of any sorts that no student nor staff was in the corridors at this time. She continued to explore your cavern and dominate your mouth, making you whimper and mewl. Once you reached her room, Morticia threw you on her bed and she locked the door. She then joined you on the bed, immediately latching her mouth to your neck and leaving trails of bite marks behind.

“Are you sure about this, darling?” Morticia paused her markings, looking up to meet your eyes.

“Yes I am so sure please Morticia…” you whimpered, already bucking your hips in need.

“Alright, well if you need to stop at any point say ‘red’, hmmm Mon Amour?” She cupped your cheek.

“I understand.” you whispered back, before connecting your lips back to hers in desperation for some sort of friction.

Morticia chuckled and pulled away, earning a whine from you, “Whining won’t get you anywhere, now be a good girl for daddy and strip…” she purred with a dark twinkle in her eye and a dark change in her tone.

Your eyes widened and you gulped, “yes daddy…”

“good girl…” she purred, standing up slowly and teasingly removing her own dress.

You moaned at the sight of her glorious body being revealed. You quickly stripped all of your clothing until you were completely naked on the bed, still gawking at Morticia who was in a stunning black garter undergarment set. She then crawled towards you on the bed to the point where she had you trapped between her body and the head board.

“Daddy wants to fuck you all night and in so many ways…” Morticia purred in your ear, “Would you like that, my sweet girl?”

Your breath hitched, “Yes please want you to fuck me daddy want you to use me god please…!” You whimpered.

Morticia’s eyes widened and she smirked at your pleading, “Oh my… You’re daddy’s little slut aren’t you…?”

You bucked your hips up to try and meet Morticia, but failed, “Yes daddy please I’m your slut please daddy…!!” You pled.

Morticia then got off the bed completely, making you whine from the loss of contact.

“You whine one more time slut and daddy will bend you over her lap and smack your pretty little ass till you say anything but ‘daddy’ and ‘please’…” Morticia growled.

You gulped, “I’m sorry daddy… won’t happen again sorry…” you whispered, looking down to the ground.

“Look at me, slut…” Morticia purred.

When you looked up, you couldn’t contain yourself anymore… Morticia was wearing a delicious, black strap-on… A massive one at that…

“Daddy…” you whimpered.

Morticia crawled onto the bed and scooched you onto the center of the bed. You yelped at her cold hands on your thighs.

“Tell me what you want, slut…” Morticia purred, her lustful eyes boring into your soul.

“Want you to fuck me… please daddy fuck me…” you whimpered.

Morticia smirked, obviously satisfied with your answer as she lined herself up with your aching cunt. She slid into your heat with a groan, bottoming you out in one swoop. You immediately grabbed onto Morticia and cried out in overwhelming pleasure.

“Fuck… Daddy… So big…” you whimpered.

“I know, sweet slut, taking Daddy so well, Fuck… Daddy’s using her special dick where she can feel everything… Can feel your pretty tight walls fluttering around my dick, sweet thing…” Morticia groaned.

“Can you… fuck can you move daddy please…?” You pled breathlessly.

Morticia nodded and began thrusting in and out of your throbbing core, eliciting strings of cries and mewls from both you and Morticia. She started really pounding into you, making you cry out in pleasure even more. At one point, Morticia’s hand grazed your neck and you moaned out instinctually, bucking your hips into Morticia’s ruttings even more.

“What’s that sweet slut…? Does someone like Daddy’s hand around their throat..?” Morticia panted out tauntingly.

“Yes GOD YES please Daddy want your hand please daddy!!” You cried out.

Once Morticia placed her hand on your neck and applied some pressure, you were done for. And God, Morticia thought she would die at the feeling of your walls clenching around her magic dick. Your screams were music to her ears.

“Fuck, sweet girl, I’m about to cum.. Wanna fill you up with my cum… Would you like that, sweet slut?” Morticia groaned.

“Yes please daddy fill me up with your cum want you to cum use me please daddy…!!” You pled with a strangled voice from Morticia’s hand on your throat.

Morticia came with a strangled cry, spurting her white cum all over your fluttering walls, “Fuck! Such a good girl letting me fill you up… my sweet little cum dumpster…!!”

You moaned out in tandem to Morticia’s cries. You both were left panting messes, sticky with each others cum.

“Fuck, I’d bet my sweet slut would love to be bitch fucked by daddy, hmm??” Morticia breathlessly purred.

Your hodded eyes lit up and you bit your lip in anticipation, “Please daddy wanna be your whore…” you moaned out.

At that, Morticia swiveled your body around and guided you to spread your legs and arch your back for her. And she quickly slid back into your soaking cunt. You both groaned out in relief.

“Such a whore for daddy…” Morticia panted, snaking her hand around to your throat and wrapping her lengthy, cold fingers around it, “Tell me what you want me to do to you, sweet slut… What does that naughty mind of yours think about when your alone and touching yourself to the sinful thoughts of Daddy…”

You whimpered out in response as Morticia’s began pounding into from behind while still expecting an answer from you, “Want you to mark me Daddy… show everyone I’m yours… breed me Fuck Daddy!!” You cried out as Morticia hit that sweet spot inside you.

Morticia bit her lip and groaned at your words, “I’d love nothing more, Mon Amour…!”

“Fuck Daddy ‘Mmmm gonna cum!!” You cried out, your orgasm suddenly hitting you out of nowhere. Your hands clenched the bedsheets tightly as your toes curled in delight, as you came for the second time that night.

“Such a greedy slut…” Morticia growled, “Can’t even wait to ask to cum can you…?”

She didn’t stop pounding into you even through your orgasm.

“Fuck daddy I’m sorry daddy!!” You whimpered.

“Shhh baby, take Daddy’s dick like a good girl…” Morticia purred.

“Shit! Yes daddy…!” You cried out, feeling your core to start to tighten a third time, and it was tightening rapidly so.

Morticia chuckled, “Fuck baby I can feel your pretty walls fluttering again, you wanna cum again for daddy? Fuck, keep squeezing me like this and we’ll cum together… I’ll fucking breed you like the bitch you are…!” She groaned.

Tears were running down your face now from the overstimulation, “YES Daddy please breed me fill me want to cum around your spurting dick please daddy!!” You begged.

You both came together, screaming in tandem as you clenched around Morticia’s dick and she thrusted deeper than you ever though someone could reach into you. She pulled out of your sensitive cunt, and you both collapsed on the bed, panting heavily.

“Thank you, Daddy…” you mumbled, nuzzling into her neck.

At that, Morticia pulled you on top of her, and began biting and marking your neck and breasts. Once she’d seemed to be satisfied with her work, she looked up at you.

“Oh Baby…” Morticia purred, grinding her dick up against your sensitive pussy, “Daddy’s all but done with you…”

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[destiny-fics]

The Queen-Park Seonghwa

[Demon!Park Seonghwa x Fem!Reader]

Warnings: smut, sexting (mentioned), oral (fem recieving) dom!Seonghwa, sub!reader, sex demon!seonghwa, Hwa has a big dick, praise kink, swearing, pet names used: princess, sweetheart, baby, hair pulling, hickeys, unprotected sex, please wrap it before you tap it, reader gets called a good girl

Taglist: @breezy-simp

Smut under the cut, minors do not read!

It had been almost three weeks since you'd called Hongjoong to your room.

He'd been visiting you quite regularly now that he was allowed to and you had to admit, you were really enjoying his company. He would take you on cute little museum dates where the two of you would walk hand in hand, marvelling at the artefacts and the history behind them. Or he'd take you to the art gallery where you would both admire the art, well, Hongjoong would admire the art and you would admire Hongjoong. Everyone seemed to admire Honjoong. Even Eric, who you'd never seen shut up, had become speechless when you'd introduced the two. And you completely understood why. He was intelligent, sweet, funny and so, so gentlemanly. Moreso than you would have expected from a literal sex demon. Not to mention the fact that he was one of the most gorgeous men you'd ever laid eyes on.

And the sex. You were pretty sure you were addicted to Hongjoong's cock. It filled you up so well and made you see stars everytime the two of you fucked, which was very often.

And then, when it was all over, Honjoong would clean you up, cradle you into his chest and tell you stories about his life and the others. You loved hearing about them, what they were all doing and what they had done before you'd picked their card. It was nice, made you feel closer to them.

Hongjoong had also been kind enough to give you his phone number, along with the rest of the boys. You'd been shocked at first when he'd asked for your phone, but Hongjoong had just laughed.

"You think because we're hundreds of years old we don't know how to use a phone? Come on princess. They're dying to speak to you."

You'd shrugged and handed your phone over, feeling giddy on the inside that the boys wanted to talk to you.

And talk to you they did. Hongjoong would send you photos of the gorgeous places he'd photographed, of whatever piece of clothing he was reforming that afternoon, sweet texts telling you places you should go on your next dates and funny stories about whatever was going on with the other boys. You'd get strangely comforting asmr videos from Seonghwa and reminders to eat well, coupled with the occasional question about when you were going to summon him. Dancing videos from Yunho and Wooyoung, along with a million selfies of Wooyoung and Yeosang together. Wooyoung looking ecstatic to annoy Yeosang and Yeosang looking thoroughly annoyed, but also extremely in love. Jongho would send you clips of him singing which you weren't afraid to admit had helped you to sleep more than once. Mingi would also send you selfies, just as adorable, as well as pictures of things he'd seen which reminded you of him and texts from San were like a blanket of comfort. A reminder that they all wanted you to be happy and that they cared about you so so much.

The sexting came in the group chat that you'd been placed in, appropriately named "Princess y/n and her sex demons," a suggestion by Eric which Hongjoong thought was as equally hilarious as it was genius. You did not find the name genius nor hilarious, however, you did very much appreciate the content which was sent to your phone through it. Videos and photos of your demons in various arrays of undress, with hands fisted over their cocks or them together, spilling out melodious moans of your name as well as the names of their other lovers. It sent your head spinning whenever you received one of their videos and you wished you could be there with them, kissing them, touching them, loving them. But you couldn’t.

You were currently sitting with Hongjoong on the balcony of your apartment, two steaming cups of tea between you. It was nice being with him like this, even if it felt like there was something missing, seven somethings. 

“Seonghwa’s getting antsy you know, wondering when you’ll summon him. We all are,” Hongjoong’s voice sounded in your ears and you nodded, looking over the skyline. 

“I know, I just…” You sighed, sipping your tea.

“You just? Y/n this doesn’t have anything to do with what I told you happens at the end of the contract? Because we’ll be okay, we’re working on it.”

“You are?”

“Yes. Seonghwa, Yeosang and I are working on it.”

“Have you found anything?” You turned to look at him and he shook his head.

“Not yet, but like I said, you don’t need to worry about us. And dragging this out is not helping either my lovely. You know that. You’re hurting them y/n, Seonghwa especially.”

You sighed again, rubbing your eyes “I know. I’ll summon him tonight, we can talk.”

Hongjoong chuckled softly “You think you’ll get any talking done? Seonghwa’s going to be all over you as soon as he arrives.”

“You think so?”

“I’ve been with that man for centuries princess, I know so.” You blushed and it made Hongjoong laugh again. “And wear something pretty y/n.”

“Something pretty?”

Hongjoong nodded, “You’ll figure it out,” he stood up and pecked your lips softly, “I’ll give you some time to prepare for him.” You smiled and nodded, heart hurting a little bit as you watched him walk away from you, ready to go home.

“Oh and princess?” He turned back to you with a wicked grin, “Hwa likes pink.”

~

You’d rushed to your bedroom as soon as Hongjoong had left to begin getting ready for Seonghwa. Was it a bit pathetic that you were doing all of this for a man? Maybe. But it was Seonghwa so you weren’t dwelling on that too much. You’d changed into a pale pink bra and sleep short set that you’d bought a week ago, as well as the silver heart locket Hongjoong had brought you the second time he visited and touched up your make up, dusting more blush than you would usually over your cheeks to make them look extra rosy. You ran a brush through your hair to detangle it and smoothed your hands over your thighs as you moved to sit on your bed, eyeing the card sitting on your bedside table. You took a deep breath and picked up the card from your bedside table, checking yourself in the mirror one last time before flipping the card over three times. 

“I thought you’d never call sweetheart.” 

You gasped softly and looked up to see Seonghwa standing at the foot of your bed. He looked absolutely delicious, dark hair swept off of his forehead and a small smile gracing his lips. "Hwa, I'm so sorry I-."

Seonghwa cut you off by rushing over and placing his lips on yours in a sweet kiss "I know. Hongjoong told me. I'm not mad y/n."

"You're not?"

"I'm not. How could I be? When you're so sweet and kind. I was never mad. Just worried that you didn't want me as much as you wanted Hongjoong."

"Seonghwa..." you sat up a bit, cupping his face. He nuzzled his cheek into your hand and it made you smile, "Of course I want you. I want you so so much. I desire you Hwa."

Seonghwa grinned wickedly and kissed your palm, "Yeah? Is that why you're dressed up all pretty?"

Your answering blush made Seonghwa chuckle "Hongjoong said you liked pink."

Seonghwa's hands began a path up and across your body as he kneeled on your bed, hovering over you "so you went and put this on just for me? Y/n you're so sweet, such a good girl."

You whimpered and Seonghwa smirked. He pressed you into the bed, fingers trailing over your stomach "I am?"

"You are sweetheart. You're my good girl." You nodded quickly and it made Seonghwa laugh softly, leaning down to peck your lips. "Now, let's unwrap my present, shall we?"

"Please Hwa." You whispered, kissing him, "please."

Seonghwa smiled and moved his hands around your back, unclipping your bra. You sat up a bit to help him take it off before you were pressed back into your bed. Seonghwa began to press soft kisses and love bites to your neck and chest, hands kneading the flesh of your breasts. You moaned quietly and he grinned against your skin, "Sound so pretty sweetheart. Think you can keep moaning like that for me?"

You nodded, hands finding their way to Seonghwa's soft black hair "Yeah. I can."

"Good girl," Seonghwa's tongue licked a pathway to one of your nipples and he began to suck on it gently, his hand tugging at the other one. "Such pretty tits too."

You sighed happily, fingers running through Seonghwa's hair. He smiled and released your nipple from his mouth with a little pop before moving down your body, trailing kisses in his wake. He grinned when his face reached between your legs and he saw the small wet spot against the soft material of your shorts, turning the fabric a darker pink. "No panties? Fuck sweetheart you really are a good girl."

"Didn't think I'd be wearing them for that lo-" your words were cut off by a loud moan of Seonghwa's name as he pushed his face to the soft material of your sleep shorts, mouthing over your pussy through the material. Seonghwa groaned, eyes rolling back in his head and looked up at you with a wicked grin.

"Taste so good sweetheart. Can I have more?"

You gasped, nodding and Seonghwa's grin widened. He snapped his fingers and you gasped again upon feeling the cool air of your room hit your now naked lower half. Seonghwa immediately went back to slurping at your pussy, groaning even more now that he was able to taste you without your shorts in the way. Where Hongjoong ate you out like a man starved, Seonghwa's licks and sucks were more calculated, practiced. Like he knew exactly which spots would make you see stars and which spots would make you cum all over his face. Not better than Honjoong, just different. If you didn't already know that these men were sex demons you'd be questioning how they got so good at this. You twisted Seonghwa's hair around your fingers and pulled, hard. Seonghwa groaned loudly and pulled away from your now sopping hole to lap at your clit, fingers prodding at your entrance.

"Fucking hell y/n, trying to rip my hair out?"

You shook your head "m'sorry, Hongjoong said you liked having your hair pulled hard."

"Don't apologise baby. I do like having my hair pulled. Just," he slipped a finger into your pussy and you moaned softly as he began to finger you, "gotta give me some warning first yeah?"

You nodded "Yeah. Sorry."

"It's okay my sweet girl. I'm not mad," he crooked his fingers inside of you and you moaned again "we've got time to learn more about what we like right? Explore each other."

"I-I like the sound of that," Seonghwa smiled and slipped another finger in scissoring them a bit before sliding in a third. You whimpered, throwing your head back "Fuck! Seonghwa."

"That's it sweetheart, keep saying my name like that.”

Your hips writhed into his face and you clenched on his fingers. Seonghwa’s eyes were almost black with desire and every time he spoke the words came out as a deep growl. Just as you felt yourself about to tip over the edge, Seonghwa pulled his fingers out of your pussy and moved his face away, chuckling at your pout.

“Hwa, why’d you stop?”

“Because,” he snapped his fingers again and suddenly you were looking at a very naked Seonghwa. His cock was rock hard, leaking and red. And big. So fucking big and thick it was making your mouth water. “Want to feel you come around me.” You nodded eagerly and Seonghwa laughed, moving to hover over you once more, cock prodding at your entrance. “you’re okay with this?”

“Seonghwa if you don’t put your dick in me soon I’m going to scream.”

“And here I was hoping you’d be screaming with my dick inside you,” he joked, pushing inside you. You gasped as you felt him press inside, immediately filling you to the brim. You felt so full, so stretched, so good. Seonghwa moaned, pressing his forehead to yours, “feel so good sweetheart. You tell me when I can move.” 

You nodded and let yourself get used to the feeling of Seonghwa inside of you before pressing your lips to his, “You can move Hwa.”

Seonghwa sighed happily and began to rock his hips in and out of you, drinking in the sound of your sweet moans. You wrapped your legs around his waist, forcing him deeper inside of you and he groaned. “Hwa…more, faster please.”

Seonghwa’s answering grin sent shivers down your spine and he grabbed your hands with one of his, pinning them above your head to use as leverage to snap his hips in and out of your much faster and much harder than before. His other hand moved down to your clit and began to rub fast circles into it, making you cry out. “You’re so fucking desperate and needy for us aren’t you sweetheart? Can’t get enough of our cocks. Just want us to fuck you over and over again until you can’t do anything else right?”

You cried out a “yes,” brain filling with a sweet fog that was all Seonghwa, his cock and your other demons, as you came closer and closer to your orgasm, walls squeezing around Seonghwa as he fucked you. 

“Good,” he moaned “so needy for us. For me.”

“All for you Hwa…fuck, I’m going to come!”

“Good girl. Come on, do it. Cream all over my cock.”

You screamed out Seonghwa’s name as you came around his cock, back arching up into him and eyes fluttering. He fucked you through your orgasm, thrusts becoming sloppy as he began to reach his own. 

“sweetheart, fuck, where can I cum?”

“In me Hwa, please. I’m on birth control. Please come in me.”

Seonghwa shuddered and buried himself deep inside you as he came, pumping ropes of his warm seed inside of your pussy. He was panting softly as he came down from his orgasm and you giggled, feeling lighter than air as he pulled out of you. “You were fantastic sweetheart.”

“Thank you,” you smiled sitting up as Seonghwa materialised a wet cloth and began to clean you both up. “I’m sorry it took me so long to summon you.”

“It’s okay y/n, remember? Hongjoong already explained what was going on.”

“Still,” Seonghwa shook his head and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. 

“No still. Besides, it happened eventually and look at all the fun we had.”

You giggled, “It was very fun.”

“Exactly. And if you think I’m fun alone, wait until you have Hongjoong and I together.”

You shivered at the words and Seonghwa laughed. He moved to lay next to you, wrapping you in his arms. “So, now that I’ve had you, Wooyoung’s next right?”

“Right. And I don’t recommend making him wait three weeks, Wooyoung barely copes with being third in line let alone if you make him wait as long as me.”

“I thought you weren’t upset about that.”

“I’m not,” He grinned, kissing your forehead, “I just like to tease you.”

“You’re evil Seonghwa,” you laughed, shaking your head.

“I’m a demon baby, it’s in the job description.”

“Honjoong’s not evil.” Seonghwa went quiet at your words and you sat up to look at him. “Seonghwa he’s not…right?” 

“No y/n, he’s just done some things he’s not exactly proud of, I have too. We all have. That’s part of the reason we were contracted to the enchantress in the first place,” he shook his head when you opened your mouth to speak, “You don’t need to worry about it. Especially not right now. What you need is to rest.” You raised an eyebrow but decided to drop it for now, curling back into Seonghwa’s welcoming hold and closing your eyes in a poor attempt to sleep. 

Perhaps you didn’t know your demons as well as you thought you did. 

~

A/n: Seonghwa's chapter of Pick a Card is here!!! I hope you're all enjoying it so far!! Please let me know what you thought of this part and lmk if you would like to be added to the taglist for this series. I love and appreciate every single one of you.

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[traveler-at-heart]

Own My Heart

Summary: It’s a simple arrangement; except you’re in love with Natasha. Will seeing you with someone else make her take the leap?

Natasha x Fem!Reader

A/N: So this is less fluffy, but I had to get the idea out of my head to write other stuff. It’s a bit short and rushed. Enjoy either way.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, mentions of sexual themes without being very explicit.

“You were so good” the words are whispered against your ear and you whine. Natasha smirks. “You wanna keep being good for me?”

Ten minutes ago, you were giving a presentation in front of potential investors, C-suite members and some of Earth’s mightiest heroes.

Natasha has reduced you to a blubbering mess with her touch.

“Fucking you dumb” she says, as if reading your thoughts. Your moans echo against her lips and you feel the pressure of her hand against your center.

“I have… another meeting” you try to say, pleading for her to stop teasing you.

“I’ll make you feel better soon enough” she says, pushing her fingers inside you.

Oh, she’s good.

---

You’re trying to look composed, fixing the buttons of your shirt and your lipstick. There’s a certain panic about losing your focus, right before another board meeting.

Natasha, on the other hand, is very pleased with herself.

“Will you stop?” you ask as you hear your phone ringing.

“Stop what?” she says innocently.

“Looking at me like that” you finally find your phone and answer the call on speaker. “Wrong number”

“You bitch”, your best friend replies.

“What do you want? I have a meeting in ten”

“Oh, I’m Y/N, I’m a big deal in big meetings with big heroes” she says in a high pitched voice and Natasha coughs to hide her laughter.

“Ali!” you protest, checking your makeup on your compact mirror. It looked better before Natasha fucked you against your desk, but it will have to do.

“I just wanna know if you’re bringing a date to Ashlee’s wedding”

“Nope” you avoid Natasha’s stare, hoping Ali won’t say anything else about it.

“What about the mystery woman that leaves hickeys all over your neck?”

“Shut up” you say. Ali thinks it’s meant for her, but it’s more towards Natasha and her smug grin.

“Ok, just let me know if you change your mind. Otherwise you’ll be the designated driver and I’ll get sha-wasted”

“Lovely. Can’t wait to have to take the microphone away from you when you start singing Baby got back”

“It was ONE TIME”

“Bye”

There’s an awkward silence as you hang up. You’re not used to doing this… no feelings, just a physical relationship. It was what you agreed with the redhead, but in what world would you say no to her?

At that moment, it felt like it was better than nothing. Right now? You wanted more than a quick fuck on your desk. She brought you lunch sometimes and actually sat to eat with you and listen you talk about your day.

Those small moments of intimacy were becoming more addictive than the times she made you cum.

“I should…” you start saying.

“Sophie. From accounting”

“What?” you tilt your head, not understanding what she’s saying.

“I heard her say you’re cute. Maybe she wants to go to the wedding with you”

You look down. That hurts more than you want to admit.

“I’m not inviting anyone. Even if I have to drive Ali’s drunk ass home”

Because I wish you’d be my date. And you’ll never say yes.

“Ok, then” she replies. “Catch you later?”

“Yeah” you sit down behind your desk and avoid looking at her. If she notices you’re upset, Natasha decides against commenting on it and disappears after a moment .

---

She didn’t catch you later. In fact, the next day, Natasha left for a week long mission. You heard through Tony. Then again, why would she tell you? There was nothing between you two.

In a way, you appreciated the distance to clear your mind and decide what to do next. Or rather, how to do it. You knew you needed to call off your arrangement.

The only thing that could pull you out of your slump was Ashlee’s bachelorette party. A night of drinking and dancing was exactly what you needed.

It’s after hours and you’re heading to the bar when you remember you need to give Tony a contract to sign. It has to be today, since you’ll be out of office tomorrow. There’s no way in hell you’ll work with a massive hangover.

Once again, you only find out Natasha’s back when you walk into Tony’s office with the documents and see her there. They seem to be analysing a device.

“What’s up, Y/N?” Tony says without looking up.

You make an effort to not look at Natasha.

“Can you please sign this contract? I’ll ask Ethan to get it tomorrow”

“Why him?” he frowns and you’re not sure if it’s because he dislikes your coworker or he’s having trouble with the device.

“Because I’ll be out of office”

“Oh” he finally pays attention. Then he looks at your outfit and his eyebrows shoot up. “Big date? Anticipating to get lucky?”

Even with your coat on, they can see the v-neck leather top and the matching black skirt.

“Just a bachelorette party. Please sign the documents” you roll your eyes and leave the folder at his desk.

“Get lucky!” he shouts after you and you groan.

You bet Natasha couldn’t care less.

If Ali’s getting wasted at the wedding, you’re doing it at the bachelorette party. Only alcohol will make you forget how you feel right now.

---

“Fucking finally” Ali shouts as you approach the group and Ashlee jumps up to hug you.

“You made it!”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Ali here just likes to tarnish my good name. Can’t forgive me for missing her dog’s birthday party”

“It was Bodie’s first one”

“And I was helping with a humanitarian crisis in Sokovia”

“Not an excuse” Ali tilts her bottle towards you but smiles. Oh, you’re feeling better already.

“I thought we were going to a club” one of Ashlee’s friends ask.

“We’re waiting for my cousin” the bride to be explains, while you flag the waiter for a beer. “There she is” your friend nods towards the street. A gorgeous woman gets out of a cab. It’s a miracle you’re not drooling.

“Oh-oh. What will your mystery woman say about this?” Ali whispers and you deflate immediately. She picks up the change in your mood and speaks softly. “Sorry. Is everything ok?”

“She just didn’t want anything more” you explain, removing the label from your bottle of beer.

“She’ll catch these hands” Ali promises, raising her fists and you laugh heartily. Now, that would cheer you up.

Ashlee introduces everyone at the table, leaving you for last.

“And this is Y/N, our little genius working for the Avengers”

“Hi. Callie, right?” you reach for her hand and she makes the contact last a little longer.

“Nice to meet you. I really liked your talk at the HCR forum”

“Oh. Thanks” you blush and she smiles even more.

“Ugh, nerd alert” Ali complains, encouraging everyone to get up. “Let’s get drunk!”

The club is within walking distance. Ali and Ashlee are leading the group. Callie falls behind until she’s at your side and you smile at her. There’s talk about work and how you and Ashlee met in college.

It feels good to have someone interested in what you say. But even when you try to keep the conversation going, there’s a nagging feeling in the back of your head.

You wish it was Natasha that wanted all of you.

As you arrive at the club, you hope the loud music makes you forget everything. To the beat of Operate, you walk among the crowd, finding a booth to acommodate your group.

Callie presses against your side. When she’s not looking, Ali wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

“Should we start with shots?” Ashlee suggests.

Your phone pings in that exact moment.

You looked really good.

Bet that outfit would look better on my bedroom floor.

You stare at the screen. Should you reply? The plan was to stop. This seems the opposite of that.

“Get drunk, NOW!” Ali commands, snatching your phone. You flip her off, but still take the shot in front of you, the tequila burning as it slides down your throat.

“Fuck me” you complain. Another round comes and you all cheer for your friend.

“Single or married. May you always be a bad bitch” Ali shouts.

“Hear, hear”

The speakers boom with a remix of Toxic and Ali screams.

“This is my song!”

“I thought it was Baby got back!”

“That’s for when I’m more drunk” she explains, pulling your hand. “Dance. Now”

Things get quickly out of control. Callie presses against you, sometimes placing her hand on your hips as you sway them to the beat of the music. Between songs, you take more shots and after four more songs, Ali appears out of nowhere with a bottle of tequila.

“Where the fuck did you get that?” you scream.

“Less questions, more drinking”

She’s about to hand you the bottle when Callie snatches it from her hands and takes a big gulp.

In that precise moment, BOTH by Todric Hall starts playing and you scream. Now this is your song.

“I can be your boy toy, I can be your pride” you sing, practically screaming. “I can shut my mouth or I can open wide”

Just as you sing those words, Callie grabs your chin, prompting you to open your mouth. She tilts the bottle, a stream of tequila falling to your mouth. You swallow without breaking eye contact and she leans forward to lick the drops that slide down your throat.

You shiver, as Callie begins to grind against you. The song keeps blasting trough the speakers and you feel intoxicated by the other woman’s presence, the noise and the alcohol.

About to lean forward to capture Callie’s lips in a bruising kiss, you’re stopped by someone pulling at your hair. You open your eyes, mildly freaked out until a raspy voice whispers against your ear.

“Why weren’t you answering your phone?” Natasha demands. Her presence is overwhelming. You place your hand on the back of her neck and she bites your shoulder.

You’re not sure if your friends see as she drags you away from the crowd, until you’re in one of the rooms in the back of the club.

“How drunk are you?” she says, pushing you against a wall in a hidden corner. You barely have the mind to answer; she’s attacking every inch of your neck with her lips and teeth.

“Definitely had some shots and beer”

“Yeah. I saw your little friend out there” she grumbles. You whine when she pulls away, trying to bring her back to you. “I don’t want to do this if you’re drunk. It’s not right” she explains and you moan at the sincerity in her voice.

You’re so dazed, you think you actually see love in her eyes.

“Please” you ask, licking her bottom lip. Her breath hitches and you pull her against you, trapping your body between her and the wall. “Please, I need you, Natasha”

Your hands drift to the front of her jeans. You moan when you realise she’s packing; at that moment, it’s impossible for you to keep your hands to yourself, undoing her belt and pulling her pants low enough so she can push against you.

You wrap your legs around her waist and she enters you easily.

“Fuck, fuck, Natasha” you moan against her mouth. It’s messy and hurried, even sloppy, but you cum in record time, actually screaming as she bites your neck just when you’re at the peak of pleasure.

She sets you down gently. As your feet hit the ground, you realise you’re actually very drunk. The room starts spinning and you lean against the wall.

“I think I’m gonna be sick” you mutter, trying to exit the club and get some fresh air.

“It’s ok. I’m right here” Natasha places her arm around your waist and you lean against her.

“Ali has my phone” you remember once you’re out of the club.

“I’ll text her”

“How do you have her number?” you ask, surprised at how you’re able to think clearly even now.

“Well, I am a spy” she says and you snort. Ok, maybe you’re not the sharpest tool in the shed right now. She reaches for her car and opens the door for you. “Just relax, ok? We’ll be home soon”

“Home” you mutter.

Natasha feels like your home, you think.

But she’s always a fleeting guest in your own life.

---

You wake up alone. And feeling like your head will explode.

This is why you asked the day off.

There’s a glass of water and some aspirins on your night stand and you take the pills, your mouth dry.

Groaning, you leave the comfort of your bed. You’re not sure if everything that happened yesterday was a fever dream until you enter your living room and see Natasha typing on her laptop.

You wish you could wake up every morning with her. A frustrated sigh leaves your lips as you realise you’re failing spectacularly at putting distance between you two.

“Morning. How are you feeling?” the redhead looks up.

“Like I was run over by a bus while being on fire”

“That sounds about right. I can make you lunch, if you want?”

“Lunch?” you look at the clock. Noon. “Hey, did Ali ever replied to you?”

“Yes. She says and I quote “If Y/N mentions something about us catching hands ignore her, please”

“Fair enough” you groan once again and walk to sit on the couch.

“Wanna tell me what that’s about?”

You look down at your hands. In reality, what do you have to lose? If you tell her how you feel, you could at least be sure you made everything you could to keep her.

“She noticed I was upset because… I think I’m falling for you, Natasha”

Her breath hitches and you push through the anxiety to keep talking.

“I know we agreed to being friends with benefits. But I just… I adore you too much and I want so much more. I love watching you write mission reports. Or see you train new recruits. I love that your favorite snack are those strawberry cookies that taste absolutely awful. I want dates and slow kisses and nights together”

She stays silent. Of course.

“I’m sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable. I don’t mean to. And I’m really sorry that I got carried away. I hope we can still be friends”

“No” she finally speaks.

“Oh” you struggle to speak with the lump in your throat.

“No, that’s not what I meant” she shakes her head, moving closer to you. “You’re right. I want more too. I didn’t think you’d want to. Why would you?” she looks at her hands. “I’m gone for weeks at a time and I don’t know how to be with other people. I’ve never been in a relationship before”

“Natasha, do you mean it?”

“What?”

“Do you want more?”

Your eyes connect and you hold your breath, waiting for her to answer.

“Yes”

Sighing with relief, you crawl to her lap, pulling her and sharing a passionate kiss.

“About last night…” she manages to say when you break the kiss.

“I’m sorry for getting drunk and being all over you”

“Never apologize for that” she says with a smile and you press your hand against her cheek. “I was gonna say that you better tell your admirer you’re taken”

“She’ll pick it up when she sees us at the wedding”

“Right. One more thing and then I’ll cook you something”

“Fine” you roll your eyes, but get distracted when she pulls you by your hips.

“What are the chances of us repeating what happened last night at one of Tony’s parties?”

“Oh” you snort, blushing. “Aren’t you worried people will see us?”

“Let them see” she kisses you slowly. “Let them see who owns my heart” /taglist: @gimaximoff, @nataliaromanova-widow 

#Natasha Romanoff x reader #Natasha Romanoff x You #Natasha Romanoff x y/n

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

happy 200! i’m so glad to see your blog grow, it’s one of my favorites and i adore all your writing. i’ve never cried so much and i love the kind of unsettling feeling you write in your fics, it’s perfect in the category of yandere and dark content. in particular, i loved your drabble about shigaraki mourning over a dead reader and i’ve reread that one too many times to count haha! as for asks for headcannons and drabbles, it would be amazing to see that with bully!eren especially since he was such an awful person to the reader. i’d love to see him suffer honestly, but if you don’t want to write it, that’s completely fine! once again, i’m so proud of you for hitting 200! that’s such a huge milestone and hopefully, there will be many more in the future! :)

SYNOPSIS: bully!Eren has to navigate the world without you.

Pairing: Bully!Eren x Fem!Reader

A/N: I can't even explain in words how much I CHEESED at this message like my grin was ear to ear. can't explain how many times I read this. It singlehandedly made my day anon, and to repay you for my happiness....here is some angst. this is a slightly different route than the shiggy one but I hope it still suits you <3

TW: mentions of death, past dubcon/noncon, mentions of trauma, bullying, alcohol addiction, drunk driving, abusive behavior, revenge porn, nonconsensual photography/videography, mentions of infidelity, angst, so much of angst, violent behavior

WC: 2.5k

It's not like Eren had been doing a lot of soul-searching. He's not delusional enough to label his half-assed epiphany of "maybe I'm a shitty person" as soul searching.

It's just the conversation with his very sick mother burned holes through the back of his mind. Carla had asked about you and why you don't come by the house anymore. How she missed baking with you in the kitchen, and how you sweetly smiled whenever you would see soft creamy peaks form in the meringue.

Eren felt like he was swallowing needles as he assured his mother with false truths, that nothing was going on and distance between childhood friends is natural, and if it means so much--ok ok he'll bring you over.

He stays until he sees her chest slowly rising and falling into a gentle asleep. He touches the tip of his ears, unsurprised by how hot it was.

Eren, when you tell a lie, the tips of your ears turn red.

You're not at school the next day. Or the day after that. Or the day after that.

Guilt is not an emotion he feels often but the events of the past weekend replay in his mind. It was just a dumb party that Floch threw, and he was surprised to find you cornered by a trio of thee dunderheads. Like a distorted fairytale, he swept you away from the bad guys like a knight in shining armor, to only shove you in an empty room and demand compensation for playing hero.

Fuck, with that big mouth, you would think that you'd know how to suck cock.

Use your tongue stupid slut. If you use teeth, I'll shove this dick in your ass without any prep.

No, I don't care, you're taking all of it.

There's a video on his camera roll. How could he not record it? You're sobbing, mascara running down your cheeks, looking so beautiful and ruined with jizz smeared at the corner of your mouth. He was brutally fucking your mouth, making you take all of his length.

Breathe through your nose dumb whore. Or else you're gonna run out of air.

You were pleading with whatever garbled sounds you were constricted into producing.

Breathe through your fucking nose. This is for your sake. Otherwise, I don't mind face fucking your lifeless body. You'd be more useful that way anyways.

Eren is conflicted with muting the video because he can't stand to hear himself like that. But he didn't want to miss out on your pitiful whines.

He remembers the distraught expression on your face when he was finally done with you. He tucked himself inside, and sneered, "I've got a girl coming here. Get lost." You looked so fucking distraught. Why? All he did was make you suck his dick. He didn't even fuck you.

He should have. Eren thinks grimly when he stares at your empty desk on the first day you didn't show up to school. He's gotten off to the video more than enough times than he can count over the weekend, and he was aching to see your pretty face twisted into a terrorized expression when he flipped up your skirt to grope your ass.

Kindly, Eren decides he'd allow you to have a rest day. But the second day, Eren pays a visit to your house finding it dark and locked, like no one was home and hadn't been there for a while.

On the third day, you're declared missing.

Your incompetent workaholic mother who finally came home and decided to give a damn reported you missing to the authorities who had scratched their heads because as far as they knew, the pivotal 72 hours were up.

Paradis was surrounded by forests. No one wanted to say it, but they were all thinking it. If you got lost in there, chances are you wouldn't make it out.

Eren wasn't always this admired and fawned over. He had his fair share of behavioral issues that frightened people (not you though, not then at least, not when you were children, and you still came back every day to play).

But when he channeled that anger into sports, there was somewhat of a star in the making, especially for some small-town boy. He was becoming extremely popular, and that's nice and all, but at the end of the day, he has a mother whose health was taking a sharp decline. He was constantly under stress, stress that he took out on you.

Where did his favorite stress-ball go?

It's all fucking surreal. Having detectives in the school. Not that there were many students to question (because christ, did you even have any friends after Eren turned everyone against you?).

Eren was questioned. He can't help but mirthfully chuckle. Maybe this was your grand plan, maybe you were able to finally sort out a mountain of evidence against him. If you were going to fuck him over, didn't you want to see it happen with your own two eyes?

The dark-haired boy wishes that was true. If you had gotten your revenge, would you be here? No, revenge isn't the right word. If you got any justice for what he made you suffer, would you come back?

Hi, I'm Detective Hange. I would like to ask you some questions today. You're Eren Yeager, right?

Yes, that's me.

How do you know ___?

We were childhood friends. We're uh, we're not as close anymore.

When was the last time you saw her?

Friday night at Floch's party-

-Floch Forster right? There were a number of kids there from your school.

Yeah. It was a big party. She uh, doesn't usually come to parties but she was there that night.

You were the last person to be seen with her. Other kids have said that they saw you and her entering a room together, and then only her leaving the said room.

[Sigh] Yeah we sorta...hooked up.

I thought you said you guys weren't close anymore.

You can be not close to someone and still hook up with them.

But you guys were close once right?

Yeah. Once.

The dark-haired boy asks if he was under any suspicion. The detective waves their hand in a dismissive gesture, “If her diary tells us anything, it’s only that she really liked you.”

Were detectives even allowed to divulge that sort of information? Eren doesn’t know but the stray detail that they offered off-handedly made him feel like he was swallowing needles.

At that point, Eren honestly still doesn't believe you're gone. You had a habit of running away, even when you were little kids, but you always came back.

Still, he participates in the search parties with a renewed vigor, even going alone in the forest with a flashlight on most nights.

And he's just so fucking tired. The darkest crevice of his mind almost wishes you were dead because this ignorance was just agony. Almost. Because he still clings to the feeling that one day, he’ll stroll into class and find you in your seat in the back of the class, looking out the window like some cliche shojo manga protagonist.

There are folders and folders on his phone. Albums. The most recent one is dedicated to your crying face as you were choking on his dick. Earlier albums are composed of creepshots of your panties, of that obscene o-face, of your skirt flipped up and your ass cheeks, pictures of your cleavage, videos of you thrashing as he dunked your head into toilets like a villainous middle school bully.

Pictures of your neck covered in hickeys, your naked breasts, ass cheeks striped with red after getting spanked, your leaking cunt, just endless and endless media dedicated to pieces and pieces of your body like you were never a whole person.

The earliest ones though tell a different tale, from off-guards to your drooling face as you napped in the middle of the day.

He has a favorite picture. Your eyes are watery from the cold, snowflakes stuck between lashes, nose and cheeks flushed red, and you're smiling. Smiling right to the camera. Right at him.

"Eren, are you taking a picture?" You asked, bouncing in place, giddy that it was finally snowing.

"Not of you, shut up. Get out of the way." His voice is gruff but not harsh.

You laughed and jumped into frame anyway, and the bright streetlamp behind you made you seem like you were wearing a halo.

He wishes he had more pictures of you being...yourself. Because now your crying face displayed over countless pixels haunt him. But like a fucking degenerate, he still jerks off to all the nudes he coerced from you. Sometimes he cries when he's jerking off which is probably the most pathetic thing he's ever done. This is what you've reduced him to.

He hates the sound of his own voice.

Breathe through your fucking nose. This is for your sake. Otherwise, I don't mind face fucking your lifeless body. You'd be more useful that way anyways.

Eren goes through the motions of life without really feeling like he's in the moment. Seasons change and time flies. His mother dies, and his withdrawn father dies a year later. He proposes to Mikasa because it's something he was always supposed to do. She loves him unconditionally, so even when he doesn't put any effort into the relationship but proposes, she says yes hoping he'll change and be a good husband.

He doesn't go to his parents' funerals because they're already dead. What's the point. He doesn't visit the candlelight vigils in your honor either. After tearing his ACL again and a somewhat traumatic injury, he kisses his pro-football career goodbye. To be totally honest, he's relieved. Because he had gotten quite bored, and maybe he was looking for excuses to quit the entire time. It's not like you'd be cheering on the bleachers anyways.

Mikasa has an affair, more out of a desire to see her fiancé feel something for her as opposed to any burning lust. But when she asks him if he's ever cared at all, with tears springing out of her eyes, he's just calmly drinking his fifth of whisky.

The dark-haired man doesn't even look up, "Let's break up."

"Is this about her, huh? Fucking get over it already Eren. She's GONE. And you have some big fucking audacity moping about her death like you weren't making her cry in the bathroom stalls every fucking day you piece of shit."

"Get out."

"You know what, I bet she killed herse-"

SMASH

The dark-haired woman doesn't finish her rant because the whiskey bottle smashes on the wall next to her head, sending glass everywhere and staining the carpet amber. She's unharmed, knowing it wasn't Eren's intention to hit her but Jesus Christ, what a monster.

She packs her bags and leaves the town like she should have a long time ago. All her friends had left years before and she stayed behind because that's where Eren was. She thanks her lucky stars that they didn't marry.

It's funny because he had always imagined himself being the first to move out of their small town, but he's the one staying. He can't leave this place. feels too tethered to ever leave. Every diner and liquor store is saturated with memories of you. He remembers buying cigarettes and exhaling the smoke to your face to piss you off in empty parking lots.

Maybe he stays in case you'll come back.

Eren's days consist of alcohol-fueled hazes. He doesn't know how his liver is still functioning. He doesn't know he's still alive after crashing his car into a tree when he was drunk out of his mind. He was on his way to get some more vodka.

He barely recognizes himself in the mirror anymore, not that he looks at himself much. His hair is long, nestled around his shoulder because he couldn't be bothered to cut it, dark circles under viridian eyes, and a perpetual stubble on his jaw.

His parents had left quite a sizable inheritance so there's no need to work but he's good with his hands. Likes crafting up birdhouses and cabinets, and occasionally does odd jobs around the neighborhood, never charging the elderly.

He's under the sink, tinkering with a wrench against the pipes when he hears the old lady coo at him.

"We're so lucky to have you Eren. I'm surprised a handsome young man like yourself doesn't have a special lady. The girls must be lining up at your door!"

The dark-haired man winces, and offers no comment, knowing that that the older lady was susceptible to long tangents.

"You know, we're getting a new neighbor." Eren grunts as a response. "They're young, I've heard. Isn't that exciting? Oh my, Eren! I think they're gonna be living in the house right next to yours..."

He tunes out the rest of the conversation because doesn't really care. He just hopes his new neighbors are quiet.

It's Sunday noon when obnoxious noises of moving trucks and people wake him up from his deep slumber. Eren's annoyed to wake up despite the fact he's probably been sleeping over 15 hours. He oscillates between getting too much sleep and getting none, his sleeping habits completely dependent on his dreams.

His nightmares are too visceral, visions of your corpse asking him if he'd enjoyed hollowing your soul with his teeth.

His dreams are achingly sweet. You in your prom gown, shining so iridescently like diamonds were sewn into the silk. He's dancing with you, holding you close, and then after you guys go to your favorite diner and gorge on burgers and milkshakes.

There's a peal of distinctly feminine laughter that stirs up Eren's senses. He's so pathetic, was the mere sound of a woman laughing getting him excited?

He sighs. He thinks of the whore he's frequently visited because of her resemblance to you. Hair color, skin color, face shape--with enough alcohol, he could really convince the person beneath him, was you. Maybe it's time to give her a call, but she's gotten so fucking needy and he hated how her voice didn't match yours.

The green-eyed man peers from the lace curtains, irritated by the brats playing on his lawn. A full family next door? Great, just what he needs.

The friendly knock on his door breaks him out of his daze. He contemplates whether he should answer but on the second more muted knock, he lets his feet guide him.

He turns the knob.

And Eren Yeager completely shatters.

Because it's you isn't it? You're the person standing in front of him? He can hear what you're saying but he doesn't really register it, soaking in the cadence of a voice he had long forgotten because all he had were pleading whimpers and frenzied moans stored on his cell.

He's shaking. Is he dreaming? He's dreaming, right? He knows it's you. You're older, far more beautiful than he's ever seen you. You have a different hairstyle, wearing clothes he would have mocked you for, and there's this joyfulness within you that makes you glow.

There's a mess of emotions electrifying in the pits of his stomach from euphoria, anger, and dread. He could feel his skin growing clammy like he was about to vomit at any second.

"Hey, are you all right?"

Doe eyes full of concern peer up at him. He voices out the syllables of your name like a desperate prayer.

You tilt your head to the side, "How do you know my name?"

#eren yeager x reader #bully eren yeager #toxic eren #eren yeager x you #yandere eren x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren x fem!reader #eren yeager x reader fanfiction #attack on titan fanfiction #dubcon tw #tw noncon #tw abuse #tw drinking #tw drunk driving #eren yeager fanfiction #dark content #dark fic #tw trauma #tw depr

[rulerofstars]

lips like sugar

headcanon: how the jjk men would ask for kisses.

fushiguro megumi. inumaki toge. satoru gojou. nanami kento. fushiguro toji. slightly suggestive themes.

megumi f.

this shy boy.

he’d be a fucking tomato before he could even ask you for a kiss.

will stutter so bad, his hand could be even shaking.

“(y-y/n) can i. . .”

“what is it, megumi?”

he would be incredibly obvious, though. his constant stares at your lips, and how he licks on his own when he sees yours will give him off.

“are you asking for a kiss?”

“w-well. . .”

it’d be a cute kiss, though. megumi’s not that wild, even a simple peck would do, it’s enough to make his day.

BUT, megumi is a mint guy, and what he always does— what he is fond of doing is passing you his mint while you kiss.

will hold your hand after it, though.

9/10 — so polite

inumaki t.

ISTG THIS KID-

you’re still kinda thankful that he only does this when you’re at home or alone.

because FUCK.

it could be anytime, and everywhere he could’ve wanted.

“kiss me.”

sometimes, he does it when you’re mad so you really don’t have a freaking choice.

his kisses do not go too deep, but they last for a couple of seconds.

at CERTAIN times, he does it to piss you off.

“toge, stop it!” you say one time, annoyed how he kept on using his cursed speech to make you kiss him after an argument.

“no.”

he tastes like candy, to be honest. sometimes you wonder if he always eats one because his mouth tastes sweet.

7/10 — cute but kinda annoying

satoru g.

whenever this man is asking for any type of kiss, he does it with his sing-sang voice, so you really do not know if he’s fucking serious or not.

sometimes, he calls you, and when you look at him, he’d be pouting his lips. he does this everywhere.

well, it’s up to him to show you how serious he is through the intensity of his kisses.

“baby~ come kissy kissy.”

does not take “no” for an answer. will ask you if you do not love him anymore, or is he a bad kisser, or are you in another secret relationship with suguru getou. (take note that you should ask him that)

UNLIKE MEGUMI, satoru would fucking steal any fucking piece of candy from your mouth.

sometimes, he says the most embarrassing things, EVEN IN PUBLIC.

“do you wanna kissy kissy this dicky once we go homie?” istg

he would always have the sassy smirk on his face after tasting your lips.

8/10 — funny but embarrassing

nanami k.

OH MY FUCJING GOD THIS MAN.

bitch you would not be able to say no, i am telling you.

you always kiss him, so he only asks for one when he’s feeling like he could use a little energizer when he’s stressed because of work.

sometimes, he’d literally ask.

“honey, could you give me a kiss?”

sometimes, he doesn’t.

kento would just grab you by the waist if there’s a chance and pull you close to him.

“come kiss daddy.”

he gives the sweetest kisses, you’d be so addicted. there are times wherein he swiftly licks your bottom lip and pull away, as if he’s teasing you.

oh, and he’s press many soft kisses on your lips too before he’d let you go.

10/10 — will make u smitten

toji f.

what makes you think he’d fucking ask?

he’d grab you by your nape and shove his tongue in your mouth.

“t-toji! what are you-”

“shut up, i’m tasting what’s mine.”

yeah, you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. nothing can stop this man.

a squeeze on the butt usually translates to “face me, i’m going to kiss you.”

he’d kiss you anytime he wants, anywhere he wants.

“toji, we’re in the mall.”

“and?”

when it’s toji’s kisses, then it’s not just lip kisses.

there was a time, he accidentally placed a hickey on your neck when the both of you were at the shampoo section.

you thought he was just pressing kisses.

“baby, i think i’m horny.”

7/10 — impolite but tastes so good

#jjk #jjk headcanons #jjk x reader #jjk imagines #jujutsu kaisen hcs #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #headcanons #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #gojou satoru #gojou satoru headcanons #nanami kento #nanami kento x reader #kento nanami x reader #nanami jjk #nanami headcanons #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro megumi x reader #toji jjk #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #inumake toge #inumaki x reader #rulerofstars

[bemylord]

↠ toji with a virgin s/o ↞

pairing: toji fushiguro x fem!reader.

warnings: nsfw, aged up, size kink [?], oral [fem!receiving], virgin reader, first time, lost of virginity, praising, toji calls himself daddy, grammar errors.

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rq: I would like to request a oneshot? a hc would be appreciated too though. Toji with a virgin gf who can’t even make herself cum? Just how he would like to destroy her :)

butler's remark: (◕‿◕) hello lord, i'm back with an oneshot with toji being tremendously tender with his lover for the first time. in addition, reader is a citizen. sorry, i did it soft, bc i think toji will super-extra-super soft for the first time with his s/o, only for the first. i hope you'll like that, thanks for the request ;)

disclaimer: everything you read is purely my opinion - any detail, sketch, or event is a figment of my imagination.

you've been an ordinary citizen and had never planned to date a sorcerer or someone close to this specialty. you ain't cowardly, merely as you were thinking you'll marry a simple man and will have kids with him, and die in one day like lovebirds.

you had never considered yourself being stuck in a relationship with a sorcerer killer.

you were overworked, virtually sleeping as were walking in the empty street, dreaming to get home as soon as possible, to feel the silk sheets against your back. the area where your office was located had little street lighting, although, you hadn't felt the anxiety of being robbed or something worse. the day went lingeringly and horrible due to the boss who declared you as a temporary deputy, piled you up with a stack of papers.

but, this is life, anything might happen. all of a sudden, you overheard something behind you but as you looked back - there was nobody, as soon as you turn your head to the starting position, you saw a young, skinny man who is holding a knife in his hand.

'hmm~ look who's here, a young, gorgeous lady..' he said with his disgusting, lewd voice, coming closer to you. 'would you mind playing with me? don't be shy or els-'

you have a perky personality, no doubt, but because of how hard the day was, you had one option - run for the hills. before you could do any movements as if hit the man or run away, something prompt hit him, like a swift meteorite that you couldn't see. a cloud of dust grew around you and the man, so you hide your face in the elbow curve, covering your mouth with another hand.

as soon as the dust had settled, in front of you opened up on the view of an adult man. he was high, had an athletic, broad-shouldered, pretty impressive figure. your savior held the blade in one hand, flopped on his back.

'he ran away like a coward. don't worry, girl, you saved, thanks to me' he laughed, he stroked himself on the shoulder, as were about to leave the dead body.

'no i'm not! i'd have protected myself on my own'

you refuted his smugness, watching as he slowly moves his torso in your way, flaunting his outlining muscles through the fabric of the black t-shirt. his complacent eyes and the sharp scar over the right side of the mouth on the edge of his lips. you took a deep breath, continuing on your path as he isn't standing there, not hadn't protected you.

'you're too weak to beat even him, if not me, you'd be-'

'i am stronger as i may look'

he giggled, in a flash stood in front of you, bending over to your face, by finger tugs your face up to look at him directly in eyes, smirked.

'are you sure, girl?'

those green, almost emerald, but cold eyes looked directly into yours as two faces were as closed as you could kiss his lips.

'i'll walk you home'

'i don't want to, and anyway, maybe you're his partner in crime, leave me alon-'

previous to you had finished your phrase, he threw your tiny body on his shoulder, leisurely walking, better say, carrying you home. you beat his back, softly reminiscent of a parody of the word 'let me go, moron, i can walk by myself'

'tch, fine, idiot,' he deliberately shrugged his shoulder to close your mouth as heard the name you had given him. 'by the way, what's your name or you prefer the name idiot?' you said sarcastically.

'for you it's toji'

well.

as a result of your crawl and also being talkative when clearly you shouldn't be, you ended up being in a relationship with a man, who'd obviously fuck you on the first date, as it may count as a 'date', anywhere-anytime, by the way.

although you wouldn't ever say he isn't hot or sexy, conversely, you willingly allow him to breed, precisely you'd beg toji to breed you on the straightaway on the cervix, but for one thing.

you're a virgin.

hilariously - it's true. nothing bad to be in your age a virgin, but if you weren't dating toji it'd fine: his dirty jokes and lustful eyes which are maddening you insane, also his fucking athletic body which is outlining through the t-shirt or white cotton shirt [he wear it once] you thought he did it purposely: he knew your secret, undoubtedly could sniff your chaste nature as if you can emit fragrance.

on the second date, it had been nine days since you got acquainted with him, as you moved in with him. toji was exceedingly obsessed with every step of yours - he followed you from the work, in the mall or market, for your security and control every guy who'd be close to you.

although, you couldn't hide your addiction - he's a drug you should be careful with or you might be addicted as if you ain't. he isn't wearing pants in home, walking in front of you solely in underwear. he could walk from the shower in a terry towel wrapped around his torso as he buries his hands in his dark hair mess it up.

'what are you looking at, girl?'

you couldn't take your eyes off his bulging..

'you. just you. i'm gonna cook dinner, something.. special?'

'eggs, baby'

fushiguro put hands above the door frame, exhale and tensed every muscle, narrowing predatory eyes as you were the extraction he was target for. you're laying on his king size bed [lol i'm sorry i'm out], wondering is everything he has gotten measured in king size as he interupted your reflection by putting the knee on the edge of the bed.

'mine. in your pussy'

as if you're bewitched - you couldn't talk, just contemplate as he leisurely moves towards you. you couldn't contravene as he tugs your face to ogle in your absentminded eyes as you're avoiding his gaze, looking at the ceiling or door or even window. not. at. his. bulge.

your heart had stuck in your throat when toji ran his hand under his shirt, certainly, he has a kink of dominion, when he suddenly stopped. despite of your uncertainty and timid of subsequent play, you looked at his emerald eyes as he licks his lips with a tongue.

'are you sure, baby girl? i mean, it's your first time after all'

you quell your forthcoming question staring deeply into lascivious eyes, put hands on his massive shoulders. as you anticipated, his cock twitched as toji letting out a low groan in your ear, kissing your temple. you're absentmindedly running finger pads on his back, not knowing the proximity of bodies that are readiness wanted to intertwine together. not knowing how much it turns him on.

'stop me if i go crazy over your body, okay?'

as if. as if you dare would rip out his tongue off your crotch as he makes you his woman. toji left on your red cheeks quick kisses, took off the towel. you shut your eyes tight, still holding his shoulders barely squeeze them, letting out a hushed moan.

after you quelled your moan, toji touched your lips against his one, running fingers on your lower stomach to the cup of the breast without touching the hard nipple. light movements mixed with his muted groans. his pads deftly touched one areola as you emitted a sharp purr, arching your back a little as a dulcet sign for toji.

you dug your fingers into toji's back, as he put a finger on your hard nipple, holding himself as to grab your tits and clench it in his large hand.

you gasp for the air as if there was a catastrophic shortage of it due to the pressed body of toji. you responded at his deep kiss, wrapping hands around his neck, apparently begging for something more.

he pulled away from the kiss just to take off the shirt he has given you, baring your untouched by no one but him tits, leading palms onto breasts, skipping nipples between the gaps through fingers. he reached down to your lips to give a bit of warning kiss as he slightly bit your lip, kissing all the way down to your collarbone, finally leaving there manifestations of hickeys.

for how long toji has been stopped from leaving on your stunning skin his marks? it seems it has been absolutely not many days but toji, as you may see, clearly has to leave labels on your neck.

he dug his teeth into your neck, frantically wants your area to be dotted by him as a token for everyone meaning: she's taken, dude, don't mess up with her.

for how long toji has been stopped from touching your sensitive area as having been feel warmth and tenderness is emitted from your body?

toji squeezes your nipple imponderable, to make you feel some kind of power over you becoming submitted by toji fushiguro, a sorcerer killer, a man who owned you, spinning the pea between pads, making you let out whimpers.

'you drive me insane, little one,' he approached his face close to the breasts, touched your pea with his tongue cautiously, as not to frighten you away. 'i'm gonna make your pussy drool beneath me, completely own you as my little girl'

you feel yourself gush beneath him, burying hands in his messy hair as your breath has stuck in the throat as toji snuggles his lips on your tits, sucking your hard and probably swollen from teasing. fushiguro has made you became wet in your panties as he's moistening your breast, hearing your precipitous whimpers.

'toj-toji, i don't know-'

'tch, little girl, relax your body and let daddy do the rest'

as he pronounced, he moves down, leaving the trace of wet kisses on your stomach, massaging your hips, stopping his action to look at your red face. your chest heaves heavily every time you feel toji's silky lips on your belly as his finger pads caressing your thighs. as if something weighty is resting on your chest you take deep breathes, breathlessly exhaling.

'spread your legs'

you obediently did what he said, hesitating a bit as the only fabric holding him back to bury his mouth against your pussy, assembling all juices, tasting your cum as if it's his meal. he rested kisses on the fabric of panties, couldn't sate with tender kisses he spreads on your body.

deliberately run tongue on your labia through the thin fabric as you were about to push his hand from your crotch as toji grab you by the hips, pulling you closer. he slackens his teasing actions by kissing your inner thighs. as your cunt was lack of attention from toji, you let out a pliant whimper, approximately woefully have purred.

toji's self-restraint thinning as you're silently begging with your eyes and your hands immeasurably are burying in his dark hair. the tip of his tongue deftly sideline panties, flicked it, as he discovered a divine view on your drooling hole.

'stop me now, because i won't be able to hold back later'

teasufully kissing your labia and area around the place he should be playing with as anticipating for some pliant whimpers of you, deliberately showing you he'll lick that swollen clit, pressing a soft kiss on the skin instead. fushi's shattering your hopes of being eating every time he kissed literally everything and lick everywhere besides your hole and clit. he acts like an inexperienced teenager, notwithstanding, you know that toji'd ruin or demolish your holes like a monster.

't-toji..'

'yes, my little girl' he pressed the tip of his tongue on your clit, hearing those moans he's willing to listen for the rest of his life, then take away as you were about to press his mouth back again, digging his tongue deep inside you, although he obviously couldn't reach to your cervix, barely permeate in your hole.

'you want me to eat your little pussy?'

as if you can't talk, you nodded. scarcely reached up to take off the last thing, leisurely pulling down the panties, staring at you as a predator. toji is standing on his knee on the bed, threw your ankles on his shoulders, smooching ankles watching as to how your cheeks are becoming pinky, as you try not to look at his dick. still, you're a timid one, despite your words.

he reached to your face to give you a voluptuous kiss, returning to the starting position.

'look at your pretty pussy'

he kissed your clit in a flash replace into the tongue, making a circles on swollen and needy spot, decisively giving you what've been begging for. running the tip of the tongue on your virgin hole, leaving it for the dessert, returning to your clit.

you'd swear to god you can see stars in the ceiling as toji squeezing your nipples while moistening you. the proximity of his face in your pussy is driving you insane, for the days of cohabitation you understood he isn't a tender one, vice versa, he'd fuck you whenever his dick gets erect. maybe it's a rush of tenderness, maybe it's the fear of hurting his girl. nevertheless, you not scared to give toji full control of your body and bring you to your first orgasm by ripping the hymen. if that's i may call the way he's licking you, it'd be make-out with your pussy, due to his relentless movements by flicking his tongue on the clit.

'baby,' he pulled away from it, as you squeeze a sheet, making your knuckles become whiten as you spread legs wider, watching his mocking grin appeared on the face. 'i'll be gentle' he pressed his lips on your forehead, taking from the bedside table lubrication to low the friction. although, the thought of his dick ripped the hymen, putting all his tenderness in your first time, make your knees get shaken.

he put a soft kiss on your lips, smearing lubrication on his dick, substitute cock on the entrance. abrupt and penetrating pain wavily covered your body as you feel soft lips covered your mouth, blunting the pain with one hand being dug in your hip, painting illegible traces. another hand he put on your cheek, drawing circles with his thumb, waiting till getting used to the pain.

toji will find lots of red stripes from your nails on his back, smirked, as reminiscing about that special night when he made you his woman. his broad back was made merely for you to leave thousand and thousand fingernail impressions every night. toji had let a low groan as he feels as you move fingertips to the neck, exhaling in his chest.

he entered all his dick inside you feeling as your walls compressing the base, getting used to being full with his thick cock. you're indulging at the new, mind-blowing feeling, give him sheepish kisses as you're scared to be rejected. he moves his palm from the cheek to the ear, running fingers through your tangled but soft to the touch. you nudged your hips up, intermittently letting your breath out.

'tch, if you're not feeling well, i can come-'

'more, toji, more'

without breaking up kiss, he pulled out cock to the tip as pulling it again slowly, stretching your walls, touching with the tip your cervix as his balls touching your ass, groaning in the kiss, softly caress your thigh. you moved your palms to the shoulder, touching the musculature, going down to the biceps wrapping his arm as another hand attempting to draw patterns on the back as if it a canvas for you.

you can feel every vein, curve, and the way his tip is expanding gummy walls, as toji diligently coming in, adjusting inside you then pulling out. you're focusing on how full you're with his cock inside, your clarity gradually getting mushed as the sharp pain turning into a pleasurable and delightful feeling. sating to the new feeling might get addiction, but you're far beyond to accept that, surrendering to your lover as he gets addicted to it. you grasp for his shoulders, as he nudged in you, leaving whimpers from your mouth.

'like that, huh?' he pulled his cock out to contemplate as your facial expression have changed: you furrowed eyebrows as felt your hole being empty without thick toji's cock, practically purring like a march cat. 'beg me for it, baby'

what an insatiable man you've got. he licked his lips, looking down on it. your hymen has left blood, as he glanced at you to see his future wife your reaction.

'i-i toji, it's..'

he hummed, returning to your lips, slowly giving back the missing part.

'you okay?' you nodded as a response; he's perceiving fullness as wants to fill you up, but desperately be tempered himself, blaming he didn't wear a condom to do it. a dozen of half-moons will be littering your hips as toji's digging nails, scrambled your mind with squelches pushes in your hole. 'relax, baby girl, i'm here' he thrusts inside the spongy spot, ripping another moan out of you, voluptuous to his ears. 'baby~ you tease me with those moans of yours'

his cock was aimed at a place inside your vagina, with a slow but deep thrust skillfully reaching your cervix, massaging with the tip of his cock that spot. toji's staring at your pleased, satisfied face as he found that needy place of yours.

holding on to the headboard in the bed as support, clutching the sheet with his other hand like the composure he was rapidly losing with each thrust into your hole, formerly virgin cunt, letting out a heavy sigh, tilting his head back.

wiggling the pelvis backward and forwards as heard beneath his body your whimpers, feeling replenishment on his skin to his previous strips, losing remains self-control as your walls have been clenching his cock, as your body gets shaking as his, preparing the body for the coming ecstasy.

'toji, mh~' you tilted the head back on the pillow, wrapping legs around his pelvis, quelling moans while arching back against his chest. you're milked [? correct if i'm wrong] his cock, shuddering. you felt his lips on your cheeks, as he's covering your wet face in kisses, pulling cock out.

'damn, baby, probably-' he stroke his hard cock a couple of times before releasing his cum onto your belly. fushiguro ran fingers from the hairline, wiping beads of sweat from the hairline through hair. 'are you good?'

as you're still catching your breath you rested on your face a slight smile, closing eyes. he giggled, getting out of bed.

'almost made a baby' it took him a second or two, to lift you up in my arms, leading into the bathroom. 'i'm gonna clean you up, my baby. but you could fall asleep in my arms, you did such a good job by taking my cock' he kissed your forehead, wiping your drops of sweat.

'i love you, toji'

he put you on the washing machine, turning away from you to fill the tub. what went unnoticed was his relaxed smile after your phrase.

'i love you more, little one'

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↳ back to the main master list.

i feel i made lots of mistakes, like, idk. correct me if smth i did wrong.

i remember my promise to do one more work with toji, so lately i'll write hdc + drabble with him.

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[twinkiemaximoff]

Kinktober: Day Six - Free Use

Peter Maximoff x Male!Reader

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TW: Smut/NSFW, Sub!Peter, Anal Sex, Free Use Kink

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Peter's so focused on his game, eyes flickering across the screen of the arcade machine that he doesn't even notice you enter his room. He gasps when he feels your hands grip his waist, pushing him further against it, his hips digging sharply into the cold metal when your own come to press flush against him. He blushes, cheeks burning that bright red you adore so much when he feels the bulge in your pants though a quick grin pulls at his lips at the same time.

You and Peter had an agreement- it didn't matter what he was doing, if he was busy or in the middle of something, when you were home you could bend him over and use him for your own pleasure whenever you wanted. He wanted you to, practically begged for it when he first brought it up to you. The thrill of knowing at any moment you could come around the corner or simply interrupt him in the middle of a conversation to do that? It made him unbelievably needy, almost embarrassingly so but you're always happy to indulge him. You loved it too.

"(Y/N),,~" Peter whines, his hands stilling for a moment, gripping the handle of his game so tight his knuckles turn white when your lips latch onto his neck, sucking and licking at the skin there, obviously aiming to leave a few marks in your path. He was always so sweet, in every possible way, from the way his skin tasted against your tongue to the needy whimpers that fell from his lips as he squirms between you and the Pacman machine, always so eager to please. You adored it, adored him. You smile against his throat, humming gently as you loosen your grip on his waist, your hands slipping under his worn Pink Floyd tee to find the button of his pants, undoing them as fast as you can.

“Hmmm,,?” You hum, pushing the leather fabric down his legs, just enough to give you access to him before pushing your own pants down. He whines again, his eyes slipping shut and you tut gently at him, "Just need you for a minute bunny- why don't you shoot for that high score for me?"

He stutters, nodding rapidly before trying to turn his attention back to his game- whatever you wanted from him, he would try his best. His hands start to move again, though he's almost clumsy in his movements. You'd barely even done anything to him, untouched bar the hickeys that cover his neck but he's rock hard, cock weeping against the machine. He wanted you, no, Peter needed you. And you give it to him, nudging his legs further apart and grabbing his ass before pushing into him, unbearably slow yet it isn't gentle in the slightest.

Peter keens when you bottom out, head almost falling forward losing focus but you reach around to grab him, pulling him back towards you in a swift motion. You make him look up at the screen, hand squeezing gently around his throat and you groan when the action makes his walls flutter around you, Peter attempting to rock his hips back against you.

"Play, bunny. Unless you want to be a pretty little cockwarmer for me." You murmur in his ear and he shakes his head, pleading you to move. When he opens his eyes, they're hazy and he's shaking as he forces himself to play. You slowly start to move your hips, pulling out slowly before snapping back up into him, creating a steady pace.

Every stroke and thrust practically has Peter drooling, his attention from his game almost slipping, especially when your cock brushes against his prostate. And he's vibrating in your arms, around you and you swear you don't think you could ever get enough of that.

Your hips don't miss a beat, only speeding up as you relish in his tight heat and those vibrations, every sound that spills from Peter's lips only egging you on until he's a blubbering mess under you. His cock throbs, bouncing against his belly with every thrust and he groans when you reach around with your other hand to grab it, stroking him in time with your thrusts.

You hear the familiar sound of the game-over screen as Peter's hand suddenly jerks at the feeling, a groan catching in his throat. You could tell he was close, the telltale signs sticking out to you like they always do- his hands falling from machine handles to grip at the sides, steadying himself, throwing his head back against your shoulder, and arching his back in the most addicting way.

"F-fuck, baby,, my pretty, pretty bunny-" You groan, your own orgasm rapidly approaching, both hands working, one tightening ever so slightly around Peter's throat and the other stroking his cock, now slick with his precum. His own hand shoots up to grasp at your arm, nails digging sharply into your skin as his eyes roll back into his head, whimpering loudly. "You're always so desperate for me, hm? Cum for me bunny- god, please cum for me bunny."

"F-fuck!!- Please, gonna cum (Y/N)-" He whines, tears building up in his hazy eyes, writhing in your arms as his orgasm hits him, gasping for air as you let your grip on his throat loosens. You follow soon after, your hips stilling as you cum deep inside him, a litany of moans escaping your lips.

Peter shakes in your grip as he comes down from his high, your arms the only thing keeping him from collapsing down onto the floor. You press light kisses to his jaw as you pull out, a whine escaping him at the discomfort of your cum running down his thighs and you stifle a laugh only drawing out another one from him. Though through his complaining he turns to face you, hiding his beet red face in your shoulder and you can’t help the soft smile that spreads across your features, pressing a final kiss to his lips before speaking.

“Sorry baby,, that was a good game— you really should try to beat the high score though. Was something distracting you?”

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[diedbutterflies69]

Leaving Pluto -

Lee Know smut imagine.

Contains: soft dom!lee know, praise mixed with teasing, slight choking. Arguing slightly. Fingering, oral $ex

Minors don't interact.

Working past the work hours cause he didn't have you waiting for him to come home.

It was another exhausting night for Minho. Being away from you was killing him slowly. A small fight that happened four days ago was the reason for you to not contact him. You wanted to find a new workplace, cause you were too tired of your co workers talking behind your back how cheap of a woman you were just because you were dating a male with slight higher position than you. According to Minho you should have ignored thier words or come with most savage comeback possible or simply talk sweetly and be friends with them. But you being you picked up the option which he never expected. Your resignation letter.

For Minho you were a deadly drug, Without you he can't live. He was addicted to feeling of being loved.

Being bad with words he never really poured out his heart to you. He fell for you when he was at his peak of self-hatred, he still can't understand how you were able to see behind the proud man who earned his position all by himself was a hiding his depressed emo kid who just wished to feel something.

Minho can't lose you. He exactly knew where you were. But he didn't have the guts to face you, he was scared because his words were no less than knifes. He was tired of himself being always a jerk to you and you forgiving him everytime because

Minho was your everything too.

You both weren't in a toxic relationship just were different.

He believed in facing problem and you believed in running away from it .

Shutting down the laptop he picked his coat and stuff. Minho made his mind, he can't just sit ideal and expect you to come back to him . Your apartment wasn't miles away from him but here he was still hesitating to start the car and and Stay with you.

Finally gathering all his shattered courage and starting the engine Minho finally headed to his world.

Standing infront of your apartment and again trying to find his lost courage Minho finally rung the door bell and it didn't even took 10 secs before the door opened.

"What you want", you Asked him. Your voice colder than ice. You expected Minho to come begging at your door anyways as you understand what kind of devil was residing in his mind, but now you were tired , tired of how Minho only knew how to regret over the mess he created himself. Looking in his eyes, your whole tough demonor almost shaken. You hated to see Minho in that state.

"umm, can I come in, please Y/N?"

He gave you a small smile and your heart melted, no one knows how much you adored that man he always just pretend to have a tough front, and right now it was crumbling again.

Sighing heavily you let him in.

"come in" you said.

"Y/N, Listen to me please, I overreacted it was my fault I -I apologize I was hitted hard by fact that I would be unable to see you everyday in that suffocating place, I--I am really sorry and please I wasn't trying to control you, I was being selfish I--I-I--"

" will you stop now?" You asked him cutting him off, whatever anger you had disappeared the moment he expressed his heart truly but you just wanted to know one thing.

"Do you love me Minho?", You asked him you didn't understand what exact feelings he had for you, was it love, or desire to be love, or just a simple fuck. Minho's face full of confusion, you caught him off-guard. But he answered confidently no ounce of hesitation in his voice.

"I love you, I love you so much" His voice so sincere like he was practicing his wedding vows.

"Then fucking act like a normal guy in love for atleast 1 second, who the hell takes almost whole week to apologize?? Is your ego more powerful than your love, dating in office place was so damn hard for me those annoying rats comments were giving me headache and I live with you, do you forgot that??? Fucking stupid crazy ?"

You ranted , felt like the weight from your shoulders finally lifted you just wanted his genuine emotions, living peacefully without arguing like cats and dogs.

Minho was hanging his head low in guilt knowing how much damaged he has caused , that you started to doubt his love.

"I love you so much sorry please forgive me , I will try to get better", Minho said he always meant what he said. looking straight into eyes he come closer to you.

"You should have come sooner, I missed your stupid ass", you said speaking from your heart. The 5 days argument finally fucking itself.

Minho smiled at you and said," I was too afraid of lover, you know she is a whole different person when angry." Pouting like a kid, he was too irresistible for you and you were deprived from his touch,his kisses and whole him.

"You talk to much", You said and locked your lips with Minho for a desperate deep kiss, which he happily reciprocated back with equal desperation and love.

" you are the hottest girl I have ever seen" he said and pecked your lips lifting you up in his arms and going straight to your bedroom. Both of you looking at each other with so much respect love and affection. Reaching your bedroom Minho slowly put you down smiling at you and whispering "let me show you how much love I have for you", whimpering desperately at his words that sended shivers down your spine no matter how many times he had fucked you , you can't get used to his dominant persona.

Minho's hand wondering inside your hoodie and cupping your breasts as you didn't wore any bra his fingers softly pinching your buds not in a rough way. Tonight he decided to go as gentle as possible.

"Stop teasing, Minho", you moaned desperately , tugging on Minho's shirt and attempting to free his god sculpted body. One thing Minho loved the most about you , you not being shy and addressing whatsoever you felt. Minho smiled playfully at you and saying out " patience darling, I am gonna make you feel good" This man is gonna be death of me you thought .

Minho removed your hoodie and freed your upper body, cold air immediately making your buds hard again, his hand resting on your waist and one to support himself at top of you , he started kissing your neck And leaving a very small hickey as you didn't liked him marking you at visible places, you were too lazy to conceal it. Going down and cupping your right breast so tenderly your breath getting heavier at Minho's slow yet sensual ministrations, he was different from usual, definitely more soft.

But him being slow was torture to your core.

"Please", you whimpered bucking up your hips to Minho's body in response he grabbed your thighs his hands, caressing your inner thighs dangerously close to your heat, you were already wet from all the foreplay , your pussy begging to get destroyed by your lover.

Minho removed your shorts , now your slight wet panties being the only cloth on your body on the other hand Minho being Fully dressed his black shit wrinkled from your tight grip which he unbuttoned hastily after freeing your body from those useless panties throwing somewhere in room.

"because of who your pussy is soo wet , love?" He said looking straight in your eyes his fingers resting at your entrance, waiting for your answer before doing anything else. A fucking teaser.

"Because of you Min, do something please", your voice coming out much softer and desperate than you thought.

Finally giving you a big smile, Minho entered his fingers in your mouth covered in your saliva then without warning he shoved his two fingers in your hole and moving them at a extremely slow pace his touch was so powerful today even if it was different he never was a slow going man but you weren't complaining.

Minho went down to your thigh level, eyes looking straight at your pussy , without removing his fingers , he attacked your pussy with his mouth, sucking the entrance and tongue going straight inside you, fingers and the soft muscle making it difficult for you to not moan and just keep screaming his name till your lungs burn.

His nose brushing to your your clit , and fingers finally picking up pace , you can literally feel Minho's smirk whenever you called his name.

"I. ... I am close", you said followed by a high pitched moan, hearing you Minho's own cock almost bursting , he added a third finger and started sucking you more aggressively.

"I am cumin..." You felt your body on cloud nine, your high washing over you, juices flowing from you and Minho not letting them fall, till the last drop he kept eating you out and fingering, you almost crying from overstimulation.

"How was it babe? Felt good?", Minho asked you even knowing the answer that he literally made you see the stars alone with his fingers and tongue, detaching himself from your lower body and again looking at you , You got up ready to give him something in return, he loved your mouth and loved how you gagged whenever his tip touched back of your throat, your hands reached his belt but he stopped you .

"This, ain't about me babe", Minho said, resulting in you looking at him in pure frustration, giving you a sly smile as he lied you back down on bed he continued. " I mean suck me some other day, now I just wanna come inside your small pussy"

Minho have a great way of making you lose your mind completely.

He unbuckled his belt and removing his belt so slowly like he was giving you a whole strip show. After finally freeing his member from all the restrictions Minho's mouth again finding your lips as he slowly entered inside you .

"Fuck, why you always feel so good", Minho grunted heavily and started moving at a slow pace, his hand cupping your breasts and lips hungrily kissing you."you are so fucking beautiful love",He said , his voice containing pure sincerity and sensuality. The way he was rolling his hips was driving you insane, even the kiss was so sensual, his tongue inside exploring your mouth . Minho's body so close to you ,your slight bloated stomach occassionally coming in contact with his sculpted abs, he always made you feel beautiful , sexy even when days he was rough his degradation never made you felt insecure and today he was being so gentle, so soft and his praises making your throbbing heart melt. You love Minho and Minho loves you.

"Minho, please you.. you feel so damn.. good", you said in between your deep breaths and screams. Minho's lips now giving you hickeys and you didn't really wanted to stop him, his mouth felt so damn good. His pace being the same slow torture to you.

"I feel good too babe, inside you", Minho said his grunts getting more louder signalling he was close too. His hand now intervining with yours in a tight grip as if he you were his last straw to sanity.

"can I come, please?", You asked as of an habit , Minho was a hella kinky man and he had taught you so many things inside bedroom and asking for his permission before Cumming was one. He nodded at your request, something which happened once in a blue moon you were glad as wasn't edging you. His thrusts getting faster as he chased down his own high.

Leaving many screams and moans, you cummed around his cock feeling like being top of the world. " You are mine", he said before kissing your forehead and those intervened hand before empting himself inside you.

"I am yours, always yours", you replied to Minho, his forehead resting against yours both giving each other a faint and tired smile.

He scorched beside you and engulfed you in a tight hug , caressing your sweaty forehead and removing the hair that were sticking to it because of the passionate activities you both just did.

Comfortable Silence spreading inside your room. Before Minho finally spoke again.

"I am sorry, you gonna come back to our house right?" Minho apologizing again and being oblivion to the fact that you had even forget the argument. You also loved the way he referred his house to 'ours'. Those small things which he do without any intentions meant so much to you.

"Stop saying sorry It wasn't only yours alone fault too, I too overeacted, sorry" you said to him and snuggling inside his neck . He quickly reacted to the last word. Minho hated the way you thought it was your fault.

"No babe, I am sorry, don't apologize", Minho again saying sorry, Guess it was endless loop of taking the blame. You ignored his words having no energy to argue .

"well, so are we gonna have a bath, We need to go back to our home in morning", you said Minho and him being too aware of hidden meaning of your words.

"Okay babe , let's do 69 there"

Thanks for reading .

Beautiful reader.

#stray kids imagines #stray kids #skz #lee minho #minho #stray kids smut #skz smut #lee know #lee know smut

[honoredbastard]

such pretty tears, baby boy ♡

“does this get you off?”          “MGH! y/n please-”     “ah ah ah-”   

✻ ˒ ໍ CHARACTERS ♡ bonten!mikey, bonten!rindou haitani and sadist gn!reader. all above the age of 20. they’re all timeskipped.

✻ ˒ ໍ CONTENT/KINKS ♡ NSFW, EDGING, TYING, OVERSTIMULATION, Y/N BEING A soft SADIST-(?) MASOCHISTS, BOTTOM, BOYS, GIVE NO REICIVE. drug/addiction mention(s). MENTIONS OF PET PLAY.

✻ ˒ ໍ A/N ♡ Y’ALL SADISTIC GN!READER HAS ME BY THE NECK-. i don’t know how to write rindou nor smut well FORGIVE ME GODS OF SMUT- it’s just a little drabble thingy ma jig that really couldn’t be kept in my drafts for too long- manga spoilers? draken will be next time? also toy/gear mentions.

::  ִֶָ MANJIRO “MIKEY” SANO 𓂅

sex with mikey was usually nice, lazy, and quiet. on other days he’d devour your body like a starving man, but in reality he was a little on the frustrated side. sexually. at times he’d be away for business purposes as he’d tell you and leave sanzu or rindou to be your bodyguard. as for rindou you appreciated his company, he didn’t talk to you much but the times you’d cook for him ( he loves your cooking, bad or not this man will devour it in full. so will ran, ran is just all smiles and eating. burnt food? doesn’t bother him. ) and/or just a small conversation was enough for you to smile. although sanzu was a different story, the top trusted bonten members and mikey all shared a loft, including you. so it didn’t take a lot of time to understand sanzu’s.... addiction.

it didn’t bother you much but whenever you came out of your shared room with mikey, he’d stare. just stare at you calmly, sword or gun in hand. sometimes he mistook you for his s/o, other times he was too high to think straight and was sprawled out on the couch. half of his body melting into the floor. you wondered how he could do that comfortably. 

but that didn’t matter anymore, mikey was arriving home soon and you snuck around to grab some things around the house. a rope (thank you high sanzu for complying and ordering one), a ball gag, a small paddle that shouldn’t hurt too much, and a blindfold. all things you ordered off the internet after studying in secret for weeks.

when you were alone, lonely, and sexually frustrated you stumbled across bdsm and kinks. of course mikey had kinks and interests that he’d expressed to you which you happily indulged in them. ( his spanks hurt, but they make mikey’s hips thrusting against you afterwards 10x better. ) at the time you just believed you were a maso with a bratty side and mikey had to many kinks to list that left you both in undying pleasure.

all until you were alone all over again, sanzu drunk and on whatever drug he smoked or popped this time. you were free to do as you want. a little on the dangerous side when your boredom stretched for hours on end when sanzu was sober enough to recognize your sneaking presence. at times he’d play along and sneak up behind you ( he’s too good at this when he has his sanity tbh ) and whisper in your ear “what are we hunting this time?” “OH FUCK!!” you’d scream and on reflex threw a fist at the man, who’s arms blocked his face and your fist. “sanzu!” you groaned, heart thumping against your chest like a race horse.

“i’m sorry.” you voice strained, scared that you fucked up this last time with sanzu and he was tired of it. “it’s fine, it’s fine. i’m the one who scared you. sooo... whatcha sneakin’ about for?” he grinned, leaning closer to your face. his eyes felt like he could see your lies before you’d come up with one, so you just told the truth.... parts of it at least. “i didn’t want to wake you and i got ordered stuff that i wanted to use online and i was gonna go get it!” 

sanzu’s face that was inches apart from yours leaned away, he smiled politely before trotting back to the couch. “all good, just wanted to make sure boss’ partner wasn’t meetin’ other gang members. y’know?” his body practically melted into the couch, eyes flicking between you and the t.v before getting comfortable. “you know i would never, sanzu!” you grinned, he shrugged, eyes already half-lidded. 

yup, he was about as stable as a dizzy ram for a few minutes there. you sighed and marched your way to outside where two small boxes were stacked above a bigger box. those were all toys- anal beads, a small paddle, dildos. you name it, you ordered it. you could already fantasize it- mikey under your touch, tied to a chair with every. single. part of him.... exposed. your body felt a shock through it, biting your lip to remain calm but it was hard for your ideas to settle.

you could already feel a knot building in your stomach that you had to get out badly. mikey would be a couple hours right? when you arrived to your shared space with mikey, you put the boxes in the closet and searched for something of his. something that smelled of him, that made you tingle in all the right places. you found a familiar black shirt so you took it, plopped onto the bed and held it in one hand while the other went to town on yourself. you began losing your mind from the pleasure as you started edging yourself - falling into a fantasy of your own.

mikey body was wearing ropes like clothes, you were staring him down with a smug smirk. eyes slow and attentive, it made mikey twitch when he watched. toes curled when you licked your lips, biting down on your cheek to stop you from devouring him right there. no no no, you had to have your fun. you inched closer to him, eyes never leaving his.

the man unable to speak was bontens number one, his life was right there for you to hold in your palms. you were aware of this, but you treated him like he was another civilian. he, of course, allowed you to. your hands brushed his untouched cock that was dripping with precum, “excited already?” you asked, licking the pent up contents.

mikey, who was gagged, nodded quickly before your warm tongue dragged itself from his base to his already flushed tip. playing with the slit for your own amusement while he tried to buck his hips to no avail. you were aware he’d try to get himself into your mouth, lure you into his trap where he has his way with you and not the other way around.

“ah-ah-ah.” you shook a finger at him, a teasing yet playful tone, your hand wrapped itself around his veiny shaft, slowly but surely raising the speed with each bite you placed on his pale thighs. he twitched and squirmed as he neared his release till you slowed down at the peak moment. you could hear his frustration through his muffled pants and whimpers. your fingers rubbed back and forth across his slit before placing a thumb there.

you looked up at mikey who’s cheeks were redder than a tomato, you kept looking while your mouth neared his inner thighs. you placed hickeys, ran a nail from the inside his hip down his thigh which made him squirm more. his skin flinched at the odd feeling, then you did it with his cock.

that sent him into an odd feeling of pleasure that made his toes curled, breath hitch, and eyes squeeze shut. raising yourself from the ground, you sat onto his lap with open legs for taunting him. “should i remove that ballgag? hmm?” you questioned, blowing into his ear before biting at the lobe. “so sanzu can hear your pleasure as i play with you to my heart content?” you licked behind his ear, his head jerked back slightly - free rain to kiss up and down his neck.

 “i’m not letting you cum till you cry for me.. slut.” you clicked in his ear, he shivered at your dominance over him. 

I’M GOING TO HELL FOR THIS ONE EVEN IF IT’S SHITTY LMFAO-

::  ִֶָ RINDOU HAITANI 𓂅

sex with rindou was about a mix of everything. it was like those ‘god making me’ tiktoks you’d stumble upon every-so often from your pure boredom. at times you were allowed to go to bonten meetings and overs you weren’t. ( rindou is keen on protecting you from the heavy shit he sees too often. especially if those meetings are fucked up. ) so when you weren’t either someone who was already informed like koko or ran which rindou trusted more than anyone to watch over you, to be your bodyguard. 

the problem was, rindou didn’t touch you in the places that craved being touched. your bottom half was aching to feel his hands again, to become red, fading into purple and blues. aching afterwards but getting the best aftercare, you were treated like royalty after you let rindou have his way with you. you even missed his breeding kink that would never end and left you in a shaking mess.

yet although all the offers and signals you threw at him, he brushed you off. now this was getting on your nerves. very much on your nerves. so you set up a plan: overstim and edge your boyfriend beyond compare. you’d give him the best aftercare for a price. you were going to have your way with him, of course you’ll ask for consent and walk him through what you’d do to him. but after that the power exchange was all yours.

you’d both mutually set up on a safe word and if either of you couldn’t speak properly you set up a safe signal. rindou was invested in bdsm and you too, became invested into it. which may have flipped your sadist switch. the idea was to tie rin up or to a chair. you had plenty of gear ( both pet and non pet play ) and way too many restraining gear. which excited you of all the things you could do.

although you knew one thing for sure. you were going to play with his cock till it ached and tears were burning into his cheeks while you tried your way at humiliating him. he’d done this to you many times, restrained you, made your nipples harder than him. it was everything.

when you peered out of your room you saw ran sitting at the dinner table concentrating at something. “should i pester him?” you questioned aloud in a hushed voice, “hm? oh is that you, y/n?” “yes?!” you felt like you got caught, your voice was high pitched and confused which made ran laugh. “at ease, come on over here.” following his orders like a dog, you stumbled your way over to ran awkwardly.

you stared at the cards in awe, “are you playing by yourself?” “actually yes i am! would you like to play with me?” “sure!” you sat time with a smile, yyou seemed focused but your mind was somewhere else. far far away from the ground, it all played out with rindou’s loud moans and occassional grunts as your hand slid down his length. eyes flicking to him than the thing you were working so well for - applying your mouth soon after. though rindou failed your plans for his edging, you still went to town as he filled your mouth, riding his orgasim while you kept going. the pleasure becoming painful but it felt oh-so.... good.

                thanks for reading! <3 it was horrible but fun to write 10/10.                 rindou’s part sucked everything that i had worked on was                 deleted and i’m still pissed so it’s not great, thank you!

#rindou haitani #mikey manjiro #manjiro mikey sano #kinkyshit #tokyo revngers #tokyorev smut #tokyorev x reader #tokyorev x you #tokyorev x yn #tokyorevengers x reader #mikey x y/n #mikey smut #rindo haitani x reader #rindou haitani smut #𝄖entisredroom #𝄖entiwrites #sanzu #sanzu haruchiyo #SALTY ASS ENTI #10/10 pissed off

[marauder-exe]

Prompt List #2

Welcome to my biggest prompt list ever

if you wanna request something from this list, just use the character and ‘ prompt 34 from prompt list #2′ thank u!

Theres like 200 so be wary

Angst

“I love you ! Is that what you wanted to hear ?”

“I love him/her, and I know that I shouldn’t.”

“Can you just shut your mouth ?”

“wHY DO YOU KEEP LYING TO ME ?”

“We both know that I should walk away, but I can’t.”

“Wait, he/she has a girlfriend/boyfriend ?"

“I lo—-” “No, please… Don’t say that. You love her/him, not me.”

"Could you just take this pain away ? It hurts, so much… Help me.”

“You’re safe here, I got you.”

“Don’t ask her out again, please… You’re killing me, every single time you ask that.”

“Look, he/she wants you, just make him/her happy.”

“If you go, I’ll know that you never loved me.”

“We never were just friends, and you know it.” “I know it, but you deserve someone better than me.”

“SHE WAS CRYING BECAUSE OF YOU!!!”

“You love me like I’m the person who actually deserves your love.” “But you are the only one who deserves it.”

“I know for a fact that you’re not “fine”.”

“You’re looking at me like.. you’re disgusted. What did I do? Just tell me what I did, please!”

“What happened between us?”

“Nothing has changed!” “Yes it has, and you know it.”

“Love isn’t supposed to hurt this badly.”

“You said you needed space. You were 5,000 miles away for a year, and you’re still unsure. I’m starting to think that an entire universe apart wouldn’t be enough space for you.”

“I remember when he/she/they used to look at me that way”

“I want you to list every lie you ever told me. Then I’ll forgive you.”

“I don’t hate you. I hate that after all of this, you’re still trying to lie to me”

“I can’t keep this secret for you anymore.”

“I’m sorry I’m not what you signed up for.”

“Why she/her/them? It could have been anybody, and you chose to betray me with her/him/them.”

“This will be the last time you lie to me.”

“You never loved me, did you?”

“You made me miserable and I still loved you.”

“Everytime something goes well, I momentarily forget how much I despise you.”

“We’re never going to have a happy ending, just remember that.”

“Don’t pretend like you’re not happy to see me like this.”

“Your mind must be a horrible place.”

“Hand me the gun and I’ll kill him myself.”

“And I thought you loved me."

" And I thought I loved you."

" Aren't you even going to cry?"

“I didn’t expect you to wait forever. I just hoped…”

“Did you always know that you were going to leave?”

“If you cry, I’ll stay, and if I stay that will just give you another reason to hate me.”

“I’m addicted and at this point I don’t think anything could make me stop.”

”If you wanna know, then ask.”

“You never asked because you knew I wouldn’t tell you what you wanted to hear.”

“We grew apart, and at this point I’m glad.”

“Find somebody else to kiss your ass.”

“When are you going to stop clawing for something that’s never going to happen?”

“What you’re doing is going to kill you one day.”

“It was easier to believe that the you I knew was dead than deal with the fact that I still have to see you every day.”

“What you’re doing is going to kill you one day.”

Fluff

51. “You’re hair is really soft after you wash it.”

52. “Ssh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.”

53. “You smell really nice.”

54. “Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”

55. “I might have slept with your robe when you were gone.”

56. “If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you.”

57. “Here, let’s share the blanket.”

58. “You’re comfy.”

59.“You are very endearing when you are half-asleep.”

60.“But I want to hear you sing.”

61.“Don’t get up - I’ll do it.”

62.“Care to give me a back scratch?”

63.“I think I love you.”

64.“Your bed head is really cute.”

65.“How about a kiss?”

66.“You made this for me?”

67.Aw, you’re blushing.”

68. Uh oh, I know that look. What do you want?”

69. “Let me help you with that.”

70. “I don’t want to forget this moment.”

71.“Are you really flirting with me right now?”

72.“I like the way your hand fits in mine.”

73.“You have something in your hair, umm… Do you want me to get it out?”

74.“It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”

75.“This movie is really scary, but you’re into it so I’m trying not to cover my face the whole time, but- WHAT IS THAT?”

76.“Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.”

77.“Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything”

78.“No, it’s fine.  I can wait until you’re done talking to them.”

79.“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

80.“You’re a big piece of inspiration for this, honestly.”

81.“I’ve been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half, because I know you’re going to look so good and I need to try and match up.”

82.“I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.”

83.“My friends get so annoyed by how much I talk about how sometimes.”

84.“No, mom, don’t tell him/her I said that about him/her!”

85.“I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”

86.“ You are so beautiful — So fucking beautiful. “

87.“And just WHERE do you think you’re putting your hands?”

88.“Wow, you look even better in the daylight.”

89.“I don’t remember ever having this many hickeys. But I don’t mind.”

90.“We could order pizza and just stay like this all day.”

91.“It was always you.”

92.I love you in every possible way.”

93.“I didn’t mean to love you so much.”

94.“Don’t you hurt a single hair on his/her/their head.”

95.“Duck, you idiot!”

96.“Hey. Pal. I’ve got a wand and I’m not afraid to use it.”

97.“Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.”

98.“It’s not a double date. We’re just third and fourth wheeling.”

99.“Look, I know we don’t know each other that well, but I’m still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone.”

100.“I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..”

Sarcasm

101.“Define normal.” 

102.“Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?” 

103.“Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.” 

104.“Don’t look for any redeeming qualities. I don’t have any.” 

105.“It’s amazing how fast the world can go from bad to total shit storm.”

106.“I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.” 

107.“And you wonder why you’re still single.”

108.“Remind me to kill you. Please.” 

109.“That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?”

110.“She’s crazy. And just when you think you’ve reached the bottom of her craziness, there’s a crazy underground garage.” 

111.“She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind close doors she’s latex and whips.”

112.“If my day gets any worse, I’m asking hell if they’re having an exchange program.” 

113.“Sorry. I don’t speak skank.” 

114.“My middle finger salutes you.” 

115.“I don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel.” 

116.Somebody’s cranky.” “Somebody needs to shut up.” 

117.“Oh darling. Go buy a brain.” 

118.“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.” 

119.“All due respect, but that’s a bunch of crap.” 

120.“I am one of the few people in the world who can murder you and leave no forensic evidence behind.”

121.“Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.” 

122.“What did I tell you about calling her/him the devil?” “That it’s offensive to the devil?” 

123.“I heard that!” “You were supposed to!” 

124.“I need therapy after this.” 

125.“You didn’t get in trouble for lying. You got in trouble for lying badly.” 

126.“I turned out liking you a lot more that I originally planned.” 

127.“I think you’re weird.” “I think you’re boring.” 

128.“I’m afraid I’ve been thinking…” “A dangerous pastime.”

129.“Wow, there’s a big surprise. I think I’m going to have a heart attack and die from surprise.” 

130.“I’m gonna hit you so hard, it’ll make you ancestors dizzy.” 

131.“Sarcasm is the body’s natural reaction to stupidity.” 

132.“Well, excuse me, psychic wonder!” 

133.“Don’t look in her eyes, she might steal your soul.” 

134.“She’s hot, but she’s evil.” 

135.“Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.” 

136.“I already know that I’m going to hell. At this point it’s really go big or go home.” 

137.“I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m a damsel doing damage.” 

138.“So stick that in your juice box and suck it.” 

139.“Never take life seriously. No one ever comes out alive anyway.” 

140.“Sometimes I question my sanity. Occasionally it replies.”

141.“Why should we date?” “Because we are attracted to each other.” “I am attracted to pie, but I do not feel the need to date pie.” 

142.“Neither one us is drunk enough for this conversation.” 

143.“You’re questioning my methods.” “I’m not questioning it, I’m saying it’s stupid.” 

144.“Wow, somebody needs a Happy Meal.” 

145.“I didn’t do it!” “Then why are you laughing?” “Because whoever did it is a freaking genius.” 

146.“Idiots. I’m surrounded by idiots.” 

147.“You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.

148.“Obviously you have mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit.” 

149.“Rule number one: don’t bother sucking up. I already hate you, that’s not going to change.” 

150.“You make no sense to me.” “Welcome to my life.” 

Drama

151.“Can you stop thinking about yourself for once?”

152.“Can you stop thinking about yourself for once?” 

153.“Don’t think I forgot about what you did last time.”

154.“I know you lied to me.”

155.“I’m not even sorry.”

156.“You backstabber!” 157.“I never want to see you again.” 158.“You never mattered to me.”

159.“I knew this was a bad idea.”

160.“Rot in hell.”

161.“It was supposed to be a secret!”

162.“No one loves me.” 163.“He/she/they is/are so petty…” 164.“You made me cry.” 165.“I don’t know who you are anymore.” 166.“How DARE you?!” 167.“I know you’re not talking to me…” 168.“I SAW you with him/her/them!”

169.“Just leave me alone.”

170.“What did you do?!” 171.“I told everyone that I didn’t want to talk but I’m actually dying for attention.”

172. “Just admit that was extra…”

173.“I forgive, but I don’t forget.” 174.“Did you see what he/she/they was/were wearing?” 175.“So what if I had sex with your ex?” 176.“There’s something I have to tell you…” 177.“I can’t do this anymore.” 178.“You weren’t there for me when I needed you the most.” 179.“I never loved you.” 180.“It’s too late.”

181.“Quit ignoring me.”

182. “Don’t you get it? It’s because I love you!”

183.“I love you. I’m sorry.”

184.“I don’t want to be friends.”

185.“Can we please pretend I never said that?”

186.“Friendzoned again.”

187.“You should’ve loved me when you had the chance.”

188.“Fuck you for toying with my emotions like that.”

189.“I was there for you when no one else was!”

190.“Alright – I can tell a ‘no’ when I hear it.”

191.“I’m sorry I acted so creepy.”

192.“Fuck. It’s like what they say – nice guys finish last…”

193.“I’m tired of keeping this secret. Even if you don’t love me back.”

194. “I knew that’d be your answer. That’s why I never told you before.”

195.“When I said I loved you, I meant it.”

196.“Is there any part of you, deep down, that might love me back?”

197.“You were the one that left all those notes for me?”

198.“You’re in a relationship with another person – you know this can’t end well.”

199.“We agreed this was just physical!”

200.“I love you. I know you don’t love me, so don’t say it back.”

Ahhh im sorry that was so long, but if you read all the way to here, your a real one.

Again i write for all Hp characters! Feel free to use these prompts as ur own

#harry potter x reader #george weasley x reader #fred weasley x reader #ron weasley x reader #charlie weasley x reader #bill weasley x reader #ginny weasley x reader #draco malfoy x reader #blaise zabini x reader #cedric diggory x reader #oliver wood x reader #luna lovegood x reader #sirius black x reader #severus snape x reader #remus lupin x reader #james potter x reader #regulus black x reader #prompt list #hermione granger x reader #lily evans x reader

[fanmoose12]

a small thing i've written, a companion piece to the devil you know. doesn't really takes place during the timeline of that fic, but i just liked the idea so much (thanks @unrelenting-jazz-hands smh) that still decided to write it! slight nsfw ahead!

If that was one of Armin's jokes, it was a terrible one.

Watch over him while I figure out what to do, he said, as though Levi could look at that monster without feeling like running through something - or better yet, someone- with a sword.

"Can I ask you a personal question, Captain?" the beast asked from his place inside the cell. Levi answered him with a deadly glare that Zeke simply ignored. He was getting too comfortable around him, the bastard.

"I know you and Professor Hange had quite a history, but I’ve always wondered…" the fucker smirked, and Levi's hands instinctively curled into fists. "Was it strictly platonic? If so, I must say it’s quite a loss on your part. She’s very good in bed."

Levi reacted instantly.

The asshole stood too close to the bars that separated them. Big mistake. Levi grabbed him by the collar, bringing the beast down to his eye level. Zeke choked, his eyes open wide.

"You think our so called alliance means something to me? I’ve agreed to keep you alive, but that doesn’t mean I can’t hurt you. And if I hear her name coming out of your shitty mouth one more time, beast, you'll be gathering your bones all over this cell. I hope I made myself clear enough. I hate repeating the obvious."

He threw him on the ground, and the sight of Zeke looking so miserable with his ass on the floor almost lifted his sour mood.

Almost because the fucker's words were still ringing in his ears.

He had no reason to care, she certainly didn't, but god, did Zeke's words strike a chord. He needed... he needed to take a deep breath. Clear his head, get his thoughts into order.

He marched out of the murky dungeon, leaving Zeke's cell behind.

Subconsciously, because his mind was his biggest offender, so very soon Levi found himself standing in front of another cell.

Jean was inside, discussing something with her in hushed tones.

This almost made him stop - the hell Kirshtein was doing there? Didn't he use to despise her? Wasn't he the one who shouted 'fucking betrayer' the loudest?

Didn't matter, not now. Now the only thing that mattered—

"Get out, Kirshtein," he yanked the boy upwards, his eyes never leaving those deep brown ones.

"Captain—"

"Get. Out." he growled. "And make sure no one comes in here. I need to have a chat with our prisoner. A very long one. "

"Captain, I—"

"Hurry up, Kirshtein," he reminded, shifting his gaze for a second to glare at him.

Jean seemed unsure, Jean seemed scared, but he didn't dare to disobey.

He threw a cautious look to Hange, and she gave him a kind smile, silently telling him that she had everything under control.

It was cute of her to think this way. It was also very wrong.

All thirty two seconds it took Jean to leave the dungeons, Levi didn't take his eyes of her. Hange stared right back, completely unsuspecting. Or, maybe - more probably - daring beyond realms of sanity.

As soon as he heard the door closed, Levi moved. He lifted her from the chair she was sitting on, slamming her hips against the table. The old wood creaked, and somewhere at the back of his mind he wondered if the shitty furniture would break under their weight. Even if it did, it wasn't enough to make him stop.

He grabbed the back of her head, burying his fingers in her hair, and kissed her. The kiss was rough, aggressive and deep. Hange answered with the same vigor, pulling him even closer.

It shouldn’t have felt as good as it did. But having her back in his arms made him feel whole.

The place, where she had put her hands, burned. Her touch was just as intoxicating, just as invigorating as he remembered. It almost made him forget. It made pretending almost possible.

If he just turned off the sensible part of his brain, he could pretend that everything was fine. They weren't making out on a rackety table in a dusty dungeon inside a prison cell where Hange was put for betraying them.

No, they were in her room, and he had come to distract Hange away from work and catch up on all the time they’ve been too busy to see each other.

Gripping her waist tighter, he could almost pretend that he was angry at her for making him feel neglected, not betraying him and having his heart ripped out and smashed into million pieces.

"Does he make you feel so good?" he demanded to know, moving down to bite at the spot he knew made her tremble.

"Wh- what-"

She was already stuttering, already breathing hard against him. Good, he was almost satisfied.

But after four years of trying to hate and despise her, after four years of yearning for her, he needed more.

"Does he?" he repeated, taking his lips of her for a second to stare into her eyes.

"No," Hange breathed out. With fingers that had no right to be so gentle, she cradled his face. "No one made me feel as good as you did, Levi."

Fuck.

He wanted to hate her, he thought he did, but just the sound of his voice on her lips, and he was coming undone.

"Say it again," he whispered, his voice muffled by her shoulder. He meant for it to come out as an order. It sounded more like a plea instead.

"What?" she asked, her fingers softly playing with his hair.

"My name," he closed his eyes. Her scent, her touch, her voice - it was all too much. "Say it again."

"Levi," Hange kissed him, starting with his lips then moving lower, forcing him to throw back his head and press his lips together. "Levi," she murmured against the skin of his neck. "Le-"

He didn't let her finish. His lips on hers prevented it. It was time to take some of the control back.

He straddled her hips, making a slight rocking motion.

Hange reacted to it instantly. "Levi."

The way she moaned it - it was enough to make him moan too.

"God, I missed this," she hummed, as he nipped at her neck.

Levi froze, moving up to look her in the eyes. "You did?" the question stumbled from his lips before he could stop himself.

He knew Hange most certainly didn't mean it. People tended to say stupid things during heat of the moment. It wasn't love that put those words out, it was lust. And as a child of a prostitute, raised in underground brothel, he knew very well that those things didn't always overlap.

Certainly not in their case.

"Of course, I did," Hange answered. She tugged at his hair, stopping him from sucking a hickey on her collarbone. She made him look at her, and what he saw on her face was enough to break his heart for the thousandth times. Hange looked... Hange looked sincere. Hange looked like she meant it. Hange looked... Like she cared about him. "I missed you, Levi," she murmured, curving her lips in a smile.

It was the first smile he had seen on her face ever since she had left. The sight of it left him more breathless than their previous activities.

And they call us devils, he thought.

If he was the devil, then she was a witch.

How else to explain her ability to bewitch him like this?

He pushed her down onto the table, pressing her to the hard surface. Hange didn't seem to mind the rough treatment, if her moans and whimpers were any indication.

His hands roamed over her body, touching in all the right places, spots that made her even more desperate.

His name tumbled from her lips over and over again, making him dizzy.

He left bruises and bite marks whenever he touched. She wasn't his, never was, but, god, pretending that she was was extremely addicting.

Hange wasn't gentle as well. She grabbed, bit and sucked whatever part of skin Levi had allowed her to.

"Tell me, Levi," she left a wet kiss on his cheek, moving to his ear. "Did you do it with someone else while I was away?"

Witch.

He pushed her down again, flipping her over and pressing her face into the table.

"Shut your fucking mouth, Hange," he growled, covering her body with his. He grabbed her wrists, keeping them together. "Don't you dare to move."

Hange, like a fucking psycho she always pretended to be, started laughing.

"Levi!" she moaned, as he bit down on her shoulder. "We should do this more often!"

"This is the last time, four-eyes," he promised, subconsciously using the old, affectionate nickname.

Hange laughed again, turning her head around to give him a sly, knowing look.

"The last fucking time," he repeated.

He came back the very next day.

#just so you know i'm blushing madly while posting this #levihan

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Typical Stark - Part 3

A/N: Part 3 of Typical Stark, I fell down the rabbit hole okay. Also this gif! Unf.

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Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: Tony feels, making out and light smut.

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The entire elevator ride down, your head was swimming with what had transpired just minutes ago; not that the elevator ride was long, just one floor below Tony’s penthouse. You stood in a corner far away from Tony, eyes fixed on the floor as you were confident that he could still convince you to spend the night if you’d meet his puppy brown eyes.

The tension was thick enough to be cut with a knife as Tony who had insisted on ‘dropping you home’ after making sure you were well fed post drinks.

He walked you to your bedroom door silently, though his mind was as equally loud as yours, hoping, praying you’d change your mind and invite him in, though not necessarily for sex, he didn’t want the date to end.

“Good night To—” momentarily your eyes went wide when you were met with Tony’s face just inches away before he crashed his lips against yours, taking you by surprise.

The kiss felt different, needier yet pleading, softer than the previous one at his place yet urgent. He held your face with one hand while his other slid around your waist to pull you flush against him, turning your insides to mush. Like an automated response, your arms went around his neck, his grin victoriously against your lips.

“We should sleep Tony.”

“Mhmm. My point exactly.”

“I meant in our separate bedrooms.”

You mumbled, lips still reluctant to let go. Tony’s reputation of being such a hit with the ladies becoming clearer, he was an addiction. An addiction you were safe from all these years but now found yourself willingly giving into.

Tony stopped after a few moments before his blood rushed to other regions that were demanding attention, his erratic heart threatening to beat out of his chest positive you could hear it as your foreheads touched and breaths mingled.

“I’ll see you Tony.” Giving him a little shove you turned the door knob, body flushed and mind still lingering on that little kissing session.

“When?” 

“Good night!” you stepped in and shut the door on Tony’s expectant face, grinning like an idiot knowing he was probably doing the same on the other side. 

.

Next morning the common area seemed unusually silent as you entered with some extra pep in your step after having a rare eight hour long sleep. 

Sundays normally meant breakfast with the team either takeout or a delicious spread prepared by the super soldiers however, this morning there wasn’t a soul in the kitchen and no food to satiate your grumbling tummy.

“FRIDAY where the hell is everybody?” You frowned, opening the refrigerator to get some orange juice. 

“Mr Stark has arranged a brunch for the team Miss (Y/L/N).”

“Oh he didn’t mention anything to me last night. Did he say where?” 

“Right here.” 

Tony’s voice made you jump and whip around to find him standing right behind you wearing his famous black tank top and sweats, hair a glorious mess, features relaxed and happy. 

“So I’m guessing you sent the team away to make out with me some more?” 

You questioned, grabbing a glass and pouring some juice in it before leaning against the breakfast counter. 

“A part of me did, yes. But that’s not the whole reason. I wanted to make you breakfast without having to share my awesome cooking skills with the team.” 

Tony admitted, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly before gesturing to the array of ingredients laid out neatly on the opposite counter. 

The gesture was so touching and sweet, and so Tony. To say your heart didn’t actually flutter at that would be a lie. You felt proud to have brought out this side of Tony’s that nobody ever got to see. 

“I think this is the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” 

“Well it’s not all for you. I’m starving too.” Tony smirked and sauntered over to the cabinets collecting things he would need before you gulped the rest of your juice and joined his side.

“Do you want me to help you?” 

“Considering I only know how to make omelettes, I would say yes please.” 

He leaned in, almost a shy smile on his lips as he placed his hand on your waist and kissed your temple. The simple act made you blush, the whole domesticity of the situation unfamiliar and yet so right. You boldly went for his lips right after but Tony backed away making you frown. 

“Miss (Y/L/N) I’m trying to prepare a meal here, are you trying to take advantage of me?” 

“Well not anymore.” You mumbled, faking dejection.

The omelettes were watery and under seasoned however you didn’t have the heart to point it out especially when Tony watched you take the first bite with such earnest eyes, it made you wonder if he was the same guy so notoriously famous for being a narcissistic playboy.

After clearing your plates you placed them in the washer, soon to be joined by the man who had held himself back while you ate, while you walked into his apartment the night before, when you kissed for the first time and the time he’d followed you back to your place. 

Tony had you caged in between his body and the counter, his crotch pressed up shamelessly against you, arousal quite evident against your butt as his fingers teased the bottom of your sleep shirt, his breath hot and shallow on your cheek. 

At this point you wanted him as much as he wanted you. Discarding your top somewhere Tony groaned when he found you without a bra almost making you impatient to know what his reaction would be once he found out you were commando as well. 

“So gorgeous.” 

His hands roamed everywhere, his touch sending your senses into overdrive as your own hands weaved behind to pull on his hair while he nibbled on your earlobe, kneading your breasts and pinching your hardened buds.

Travelling south, his fingers lingered over the waistband of your shorts a second before slipping in, an involuntary ‘fuck’ escaping his lips when he was met with your mound instead of panties. 

“You’re killing me sweetheart.��� 

Your head rolled back on his shoulder as his fingers stroked your folds, testing and teasing before finding your bundle of nerves, your hips pressing forward, desperate for more friction as you whined. 

You gripped the counter till your knuckles turned white, holding on for dear life as Tony rubbed lazy circles against your clit, knowing exactly how to drive you insane, your breathy pants and whined music to his ears. 

“Tony...don’t be a fucking tease.” You whispered, turning your face to steal a kiss but he wasn’t having it, instead he bit your shoulder, his expert fingers picking up their pace granting your wish.

Your pornographic moan filled the empty kitchen when he dipped a finger inside your slick, soon joined by a second, massaging your walls and stretching you out all while marking your neck with hickeys, bringing you closer to orgasm with every plunge and every brush against your clit. 

Knees threatened to buckle as the familiar coil inside your belly tightened, eyes shut in pleasure, you were sure if Tony hadn’t held you up against his body you would’ve sunk to the floor. 

“Cum for me baby. I got you.” He groaned, lips pressed against your ear, rubbing tight circles with his thumb while his fingers found the spot inside your walls that had you screaming profanities, insides turned to jelly and the coil snapped as you came hard. He kept stroking your walls to prolong your high, his erection poking at your behind. 

Blood rushed to your cheeks as you opened your eyes, legs still trembling as you watched Tony lick his fingers clean, something so dirty yet sexy about it. 

Facing him fully, your fingers grazed over his tent lightly, a little wet stain on his sweats from pre cum letting you know he was commando as well. Ghosting your fingers over the waistband you watched Tony’s eyes flutter shut, instead of finishing him off, you decided to tease him.

You didn’t bother to put your shirt back on as you strolled away from the man, leaving him utterly perplexed. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” 

“Shower.” 

“Am I invited?” 

You simply hummed in response, chuckling to yourself when you heard Tony’s footsteps running across the floor to catch up. 

Check out Part 1 and Part 2 here! 

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