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cherryredstars · 4 days

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Hi cherry!! It's peachy-pie, I have to go on anon bc it's a sideblog lol

Anyways I was wondering if you'd be into writing a smut thing where reader is like a camgirl or onlyfans member or something similar 🤭 miguel is her top donor ofc, so she makes custom content for him or does requests for him when she goes live, I just think it would be fun

Ty so so much for opening requests again!! Love you ❤❤❤

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Recorded Masturbation, Use of Sex Toys

A/N: Here you are, love!!

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The smile you give the camera is genuine.

A stark contrast to the performative smile you put on for other customers or for your regular content. You're practically brimming with happiness as you stare into the camera, squirming in the red lingerie that he bought you a few months ago. One of your favorite sets to date. Another one of his packages, a new one, sits already open besides you. You put it into your lap, gently undoing the large bow and lifting the cover off of the sleek black box.

"Got your package this morning." You giggle, looking up at the camera. "I was very surprised."

You pull back the wrapping tissue, pausing before gently lifting the bulky object. One of your hands barely wraps around the circumference of it while the other holds it at the base as you present it to the camera. The dildo is a matte black color, the molding jutting out to mimic a thick vein running up the length. You blink innocently at the camera before you stick your tongue out, following the vein to the tip where you give it a noisy kiss. You giggle at yourself, hitting the tip against your tongue.You spit a glob of saliva to the tip, using your hands to massage it over the length as you look at the camera.

"Y'know," you trail off, tilting your head. "I searched up the company you bought it from."

You reach over to the camera, zooming it into your lower body. You hold the dildo against your body, the tip of it hitting just below your belly button. Your hand presses the tip deeper into your skin, and you bite your lip as you look down at it.

"Look how big it is," You whisper, your head lifting to adjust the camera. Your cheeks are slightly darker with color, a pleased flush covering your skin. "Look how big you are against me."

Your eyes sparkle with something mischievous as you change your position, your face hovering over the dildo before you fix the camera. The camera catches the shiny sheen that covers the toy from your spit, sticking out against the matte. Another glob of spit is directed at the tip, pooling until it runs down slowly. You make a show of licking it up, suckling at the tip before you start to take it deeper.

You let out a moan as you bob your head, gagging when you get over-eager and the toy hits the back of your throat. As you move you look up at the camera, catching the glossy look in your eyes as you shake your head around the toy and pull up with a gasp. Spit covers your chin, and you breathe heavily as you wipe it off. You're smiling again as you begin stroking the toy with your hands, once again changing your position until your glistening cunt is just over it. Your hand helps guide the toy in, and you gasp at the stretch as it begins to push in.

You let out a quiet curse as you sink down on it, mouth dropped open at the delicious stretch. You moan when you take it to the hilt, leaning back to show the bulge the toy creates. You giggle at the camera, biting your lip as your hand curiously presses down on it. Your laughter turns into a whine as it shoots pleasure up your spine, your hazy eyes meeting the camera. Slowly, you pull yourself up before sinking back down, pleased moans parting from your lips as the molded veins and grooves scratch at your gummy walls. Your face grows more and more flushed as you increase your pace, bouncing desperately on the toy as you chase your high.

Your hand pressing into the bulge again and you cry out Miguel's name as you come undone, body twitching on top of the toy as an intense orgasm washes over you. Your chest heaves with each breath as you come down, a white ring contrasting against the black base. You carefully lift yourself off, moaning as it drags against your sensitive walls until it escapes with a soft pop. Your body still hovers over it, and you whine when you feel your arousal drip from your entrance. It splatters against the toy, streaking it with more white. You sigh as you sit with the toy between your legs, your hands massaging the cum onto the toy. You give the toy one last lick, ignoring the taste of your own arousal as you smile at the camera.

"Thank you, Miggy."

You're a giddy mess when you get a DM from Miguel thirty minutes later, rewatching the video of him tugging at his cock- a perfect match to your new dildo- until he's staining his toned stomach with his pearly release. Under the video, three dots pop up until they form a message.

No. Thank you, princesa.

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doawks · 11 months

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reminder, yoon jeonghan.

pairing. father’s bestfriend!jeonghan x f!reader.

warnings. some crying. dirty talk. unprotected sex━ missionary. some degradation mixed with praise. possessiveness. sir kink (2). hard dom (ish)!jeonghan. angst ?? or maybe not i could be exaggerating lol. age gap.

♫ reminder, the weeknd.

˗ˏˋ#XiMENA SAYS! not proof read, per usual. ANYWAYS!!! this felt kinda rushed & i don’t know if i like it yet && it’s 4am so i’m tired lol ´ˎ˗

“Do you enjoy disrespecting me, YN?”

Jeonghan was highly upset━ fuck that, he was enraged. The tips of his ears tinted a cherry red, nostrils flared, veined hand tightly wrapped around your throat whilst his lips were slightly parted - his warm breath fanning against your face.

He had you placed on your knees in front of him ━ rough material of the woven floor covering underneath bruising your skin.

He looked so fucking scary and honestly you should’ve felt intimidated or frightened, but it would be a complete lie if you said you were. Though he looked daunting, he also looked so, so good. Strands of his black hair partially covering his eyes, the light weighted gold jewelry delicately dangling from his neck, the head of his tongue prodding at his inner cheek━ God, you should not feel this turned on right now.

“I asked you a fucking question, slut,” His lips were so close to yours, you almost thought he was going to kiss you. Oh how painfully wrong you were. “You enjoy sneaking behind my back and having boys fuck that dirty pussy of yours?”

No matter how it may sound, Jeonghan doesn’t get jealous. Or that’s what he tells himself, at least.

You shake your head, jutting out your bottom lip, “No, Sir.”

He chuckles, so dryly and humorlessly, an unamused look taking over his handsome features, “No?” His unoccupied hand reaches down to your panty clad pussy before his fingers sneak under the soaked fabric. He then scoffs in what sounds like disbelief, “What a messy little cunt,” Licking his lips, he begins to toy with your clit while looking into your eyes with a glint in his, “Can’t believe you let some little ameteur frat boy stick his dick in my pussy.”

Jeonghan clicks his tongue, tilting his head to the side, “Did he fuck you nice and good, at least? Did he hit that spot that has you arching and begging for more? Hm? I guess not since you’re here on your knees grinding onto my fingers like a little bitch in heat.”

At this point, you’re a complete mess and Jeonghan hasn’t even done anything yet. He seems to have that effect on you.

“Please, Hannie . . . I’m sorry.”

Jeonghan lifts a eyebrow, “Hannie?” Shaking his head as he continues to speak again, “That shit isn’t going to work on me, YN. Not tonight. So save all that whining and pouting ‘cause it isn’t going to get you anywhere.”

There was no doubt in your mind that Jeonghan was going to go anything but easy on you tonight. You deserved everything he had coming your way.

When Jeonghan was mad, he could get mean. Very, very mean. Eye watering and lip trembling mean. And rough. Not too rough, though.

As soon as he entered his spacious room, with you tailing along, of course, he simply turned his body around and gripped your waist - instantly pressing your bare back to closest wall, causing to softly wince at the coldness. For a split second it looks like Jeonghan’s eyes hold softness before they’re switched back to his dark gaze. “Should I fuck you up against this wall?”

The question was rhetorical. He didn’t expect you to answer though even if you did it would fall on deaf ears.

His lips attach themselves to your collarbone, “Leave your legs a wobbly little mess while you’re gripping onto my shoulders for balance as I pound your cunt? It’s not like whores including yourself deserve to be properly fucked on a bed.”

“I-I’m not a whore.” You mumbled, coming out more brattier than you intended for it too. Immediately causing Jeonghan’s attentive ears to perk up in response.

He scoffs and removes his lips, peering at you with irritation, “Shut the fuck up. You are a whore and a nasty one at that. Getting fucked hours prior by some douche and now you’re here wanting to get fucked by your father’s best friend,” He shakes his head in disbelief, “It was silly of me to think that you were my good girl.”

It’s sad and embarrassing that out of everything Jeonghan had said, his last sentence is what caused your heart to clench. Jeonghan always referred to you as his good girl.

The day when you had your legs spread for him diligently as he brutally and animalistically lapped at your sopping pussy, after you came prettily on his tongue, he kissed up your soft, silky skin whilst whispering “my good girl.”

Or, the day you came home excitedly because you got the highest test score in your class and instead of squealing about it to your father, you found Jeonghan in your kitchen and decided to tell him about it in lieu. He was so, so proud of you and took you out shopping, fucking you in the backseat of his car after the long spree. The sounds of skin clapping was loud but not louder than Jeonghan’s praises as he was constantly telling you how much of a smart girl you were and how you were also his good girl.

Jeonghan, noticing your long silence, brings a hand up to grip your chin, “Are you my good girl, YN?”

“Yes,” You nod slowly, “I’m your good girl, Hannie.”

A sigh flies from his divided mouth before he, finally, presses a kiss to your lips. One, soft singular kiss. It was so quick and unexpected.

His hand releases your chin and comes up to cup your cheek, stroking the flesh tenderly, “I know, baby. But you’re also my little slut and I’m gonna fuck you like one.”

Without saying anything else, Jeonghan guided you over to his bed, pushing your body down onto the mattress. He wastes no time as he’s unbuckling his belt, not breaking eye contact with you for a split second, after he’s finished, he pulling his boxers down and grabbing your ankles to pull you to the end of the bed.

“You think you need my fingers to stretch you out a bit first?” His tongue pokes out teasingly.

“No! Please fuck me, Sir, please. . .”

Jeonghan laughs, “You like calling me Sir, huh? You like me having authority over you?” He takes his painfully hard cock into the palm of his hand, giving it a few strokes before guiding it over to your pussy, tapping the reddened head on your puffy clit. “Can I slide in, angel?”

“Yes, please,” You whine out, back arching off the mattress, “Want you━ Need you so, so bad.” You sounded so desperate, but honestly you couldn’t find yourself to care. You needed Jeonghan. You always needed Jeonghan. Truthfully, Jeonghan was one of a kind and it was extremely idiotic to believe that someone could even come close to him.

“Of course you do. Needy little thing,” He tsks, shortly letting out a throaty groan afterwards once sliding into your fluttering hole. “Fuck,” His head drops, sweaty strands of hair dangling in front of your face.

“Pretty fucking pussy,” He punctuates each word with a particularly hard thrust, “And it’s all mine, right?”

You heard him ask the question, but he was fucking you so hard, you really couldn’t find a voice inside yourself to answer. Which, of course, was not going to slide with Jeonghan.

His hand comes to your neck for the second time tonight, the cold rings on his fingers contrasting with your warm skin, “I asked you a question. Don’t tell you’re that fucked out? I barely even started, YN. Fucking ridiculous,” Annoyance was laced in his gruff tone, “Don’t worry - you don’t even need to answer. You hear how loudly you’re squelching for me, baby? I bet she doesn’t do this for anyone else. This is all the proof I need.”

He was right. So right.

Your hands sneak underneath his arms, placing your hands on his sides and pulled him closer to you, “Love your cock - Love you, I’m sorry . . .”

You were a blubbering mess. The pleasure was so overwhelming, though so euphoric. You couldn’t think and could hardly speak properly. Tears began to prick your eyes, vision blurring. He was the only one who could do this to you.

“You shouldn’t say things you don’t mean,” He places a kiss to your forehead, hooking a hand under your knee and pressing it to your breast - giving him better access to reach deep inside you. He was basically balls deep. “But I love you too, angel. My pretty girl.”

The way your cunt was clenching down on Jeonghan so greedily was enough to make a sane man go mad. And Jeonghan could admit, he was a sane man who was about to go absolutely mad if he was in your pussy any longer.

“Ah!” You cry out when you feel Jeonghan’s scheming fingers toy with your sensitive clit. “Gonna - Gonna come, Hannie!”

Jeonghan’s pace instantly quickens. At first, before his cock was even near your cunt, he had it stored in his mind that he wasn’t going to let you orgasm. He was going to fuck you, though, nice and good, but as soon as you felt like you were going to come, he was going to pull out. But now that the time is here, it feels criminal to stop. And besides, you looked so pretty as you were going to coat his cock. Plump lips slightly parted - drool trickling out your mouth, Lashes wet from all the crying, cheeks red and flushed━ God, you were such a heavenly sight that would never get tired of.

Jeonghan leans forward, huskily whispering in your ear, “Come for me, baby. Make a pretty mess all on my cock.”

Jeonghan’s voice never failed to push over the edge. Whether he was talking you through an orgasm or asking you something as simple as “how was your day?”

“Jeong━ Hannie!” You were a broken record stuck on repeat. It was like the only two words you could properly say was Please or Hannie.

He lets out a breathy titter, “C’mon. Come for me.”

You came, Jeonghan shortly following afterwards. He takes a breath. Then another one. His forehead rests on top yours, “I’m not gonna let this shit again. I said I love you and I do, baby, but if I catch you fucking somebody else who isn’t me, it won’t end well. You understand?”

“Yes, Jeonghan. I’m sorry.”

“Mhm,” He nods slowly, you can tell he has a lot more he wants to say, but he doesn’t, and you didn’t want to pry it out of him so you drop it. “Now let’s get you cleaned up.”

#♥ ━ JEONGHAN!#ೃ⁀➷˚#jeonghan smut #yoon jeonghan #jeonghan yoon #yoon jeonghan smut #jeonghan yoon smut #༘♡ ⋆｡˚#seventeen smut #seventeen jeonghan #seventeen x reader #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan x y/n #jeonghan

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peterhollandkait · 1 year

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Can you write a angst/fluff about Joel miller where the reader almost dies and it brings up memories about Sarah and he confesses to them thinking that they won’t survive and then they do and it’s all really fluffy in the end…… pretty please with a cherry on top 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 lol

you don’t have to just thought it was an idea.

Ask and you shall receive my beautiful anon!

Darling, Everything’s on Fire

Joel Miller x gn!reader

Warnings: angst, hurt, joel crying, blood, injuries

You feel the impact before you hear the echo of the gun, the air pushed from your lungs at the feeling. You hit the pavement, hands landing on the glass shards littering the ground.

You see the panicked look on Joel’s face as your shoulder hits the ground, warmth spreading over your abdomen rapidly. You turn onto your back, eyes fluttering closed as he leans over you, yelling and begging you to stay awake.

He doesn’t feel the glass as it cuts his leg when he hits the ground at your side, hands immediately pressed to your wound. You were just on your horse, smile wide and immaculate in the daylight.

“Darlin, darlin please. Stay awake now, you have to stay awake.” You groan, grabbing the sleeve of Joel’s jacket for purchase as he holds pressure on your wound. Your eyes flutter open again, a look of pain and terror covering your face.

“J-Joel-“ you choke out. It’s suddenly hard to breathe, tight pressure building on your lungs. You take shallow breaths as best you can, but you’re slowly losing oxygen. Your lungs grow tighter and you begin to gasp for breath.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, I’ve got you. You’re going to be okay.” Joel is shaking, hands pressed firmly on your abdomen where the bullet hit you. His hands are sticky, covered in your warm blood. He can’t seem to get it under control, can’t stop it.

Tommy takes out the men who shot at you easily, kneeling down next to his brother after he clears your surroundings.

“Tommy, help me,” Joel begs, the pain of your injury evident on his face and in his voice.

Tommy hasn’t heard Joel’s voice like this in over twenty years, but the sound is the same as the one in his memory. He drops his backpack from his shoulders, digging around until he finds what he needs: a decently clean cloth and duct tape.

“Here, brother. Lemme help you.”

Together, but mostly Tommy, the two of them pack your wound as best they can and wrap it tightly. You scream at the pain, biting down on Joel’s shoulder at one point while they work.

When they’re done, you grab Joel’s hand and squeeze. “L-look at me, Joel.”

“I’m never looking away from you again, so help me god,” Joel whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Y-you’re going to be okay,” you whisper, grasping his hand as tightly as you can. “P-play that J-John Melencamp s-song at my funeral, o-okay?”

“No, don’t talk like that,” Joel begs. “We’re just a few miles from the city. We’re going to get you back and fix you up, okay?”

You struggle for a breath, coughing as you shake your head at him. “No, but you’re going to be okay,” you whisper, squeezing his hand one more time before you go limp in his arms.

Joel can’t hear the sound of his brother next to him, the ringing in his ears overpowering everything. His breaths are sharp, painstaking, as you lay in front of him. Your hand goes limp in his, coursing panic through his veins.

“No, no no no no no,” Joel shakes you gently, begging. “Come back to me darlin. You have to fight, you hear me?”

The ringing in his ear grows louder, shrouding any other thought.

The shots ring out as Joel turns, tumbling down a hill with Sarah in his arms. He doesn’t hear her scream at first, his ears ringing from the sound of the gunshots. It’s when he sits up that he realizes the horror in front of him.

He crawls over to his daughter, whispering sweet nothings to her as he holds his hands over her open wound. She’s gasping for breath, crying and writhing in pain.

“It’s okay baby girl, it’s okay.” He looks up at his brother, panicking. “TOMMY HELP ME,” he begs, pulling Sarah into his arms.

Tommy doesn’t say anything, his eyes falling to the ground in sadness.

Sarah has gone limp in her father’s arms, free of her pain and the suffering of the world.

But Joel will never be free, not as long as he lives.

Joel doesn’t remember how they get back to Jackson. How they bring you to the doctor’s house, him screaming for help while Tommy acts more solemnly. The ringing in his ears remains, masking the sounds of the people around him as they work. They lay you on the kitchen table, Joel still holding your hand as they cut your clothes down the middle and undo the makeshift bandage on your abdomen.

He holds your hand through it all, snapping at anyone who asks him to move. He refuses to leave you, afraid of what will happen if he does.

The pain tears at him, digging up the trauma he thought had been tightly packed away with the arrival of Ellie, of you. The gunshot echoes in his mind and he plays the events over and over in his mind.

If he hadn’t been in the middle of the group. If he wasn’t deaf in the one ear that mattered most. If he had his gun in his hand instead of in his holster. If he hadn’t been distracted by your laugh.

If.

Joel doesn’t remember when they take you to a bedroom, settling him next to you in a half decent chair. He leans on the bed with his elbows, both hands holding your left one. Your breaths are shallow, weak, and he can hardly breathe himself, the pain in his chest nearly unbearable.

He doesn’t move from the chair, only falling asleep when his body can’t handle the stress any longer. His sleep is restless, filled with the image of you being shot and bleeding out in his arms. When he finally wakes, he finds Ellie in her sleeping bag on the floor next to the chair, wide awake and keeping watch.

“Doctor said their pulse is stronger than yesterday,” she whispers, looking up at him with her wide eyes. He nods to her before moving the chair as close to the bed as he can get, hand resting over yours.

He waits until Ellie falls asleep to speak.

“Darlin,” he whispers, giving your hand a squeeze. “I need you to pull through for me, please.” He takes a shaky breath before he continues. His other hand fists the bed sheets, the fabric balled into his hands.

“I-I can’t do this without you. I love you, and Ellie loves you. Please Darlin,” he begs. “Don’t…don’t leave me here alone.”

The words crack something open in Joel, a feeling he hasn’t known for years. Tears blanket his cheeks, the droplets landing on your entwined hands. “O-oh god,” he chokes out, sobs racking his body. Tension and anxiety roll off of him in waves, enough to kill any living thing within a few hundred feet.

The fear envelops him, caging him in with only his destructive thoughts. Will life be worth living if you’re not in it? He hates himself for entertaining the thought, his adopted daughter laying directly behind him on the floor fast asleep, but his brain only deals in absolutes.

He’s only been in Jackson for about a year, but you’ve flipped his world upside down in that time. For Ellie, it started with your cooking. But for Joel, it was your smile. You light up any room you walk into, and the sight of you keeps his grumpiness at bay, let alone the sound of your voice.

Joel lays his head face down on the mattress, body still shaking with leftover sobs. He doesn’t see your hand move, coming to rest gently in his hair. You cough gently then, groaning from the pain as you regained consciousness.

“Oh god, darlin. Oh my god,” he whispers, sitting up as quickly as he can to look at you.

You shake your head faintly at him, eyes fluttering open. Your skin is pale, but you’re warm under his touch. You’re alive.

“Joel Miller,” you whisper. “You love me?”

He smiles, pulling your hand toward him to press a kiss to your skin. “Yes, darlin. I do.”

Thank you for reading! Please reblog and leave comments if you enjoyed!

Tagging a few people who I know will be interested: @tightjeansjavi @wyn-n-tonic @meveispunk ❤️

#Joel miller #joel miller x you #Joel miller x reader #joel miller x gn!reader #the last of us #the last of us fic #joel tlou #tlou #tlou fic #joel miller angst

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sweeterthanthis · 2 years

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I feel like if any one had a tickle kink, it would be Lee. He loves to hold his girl down and run his rough fingers down her ribs until he finds that sweet spot and presses until she's crying and gasping for air. All her squirming around reminds him of how she looks when she takes his cock 😵‍💫💞

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

Summary: You hate it when he's late home but he always knows exactly how to fix that.

Warnings: Teasing, dunno if I'd call this a tickle kink but there's definitely tickling lol, heavy petting, petnames (sugar, babylove), fluff, implied smut, still 18+.

Word Count: 300ish

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"Stop it," you grumble, wrist deep in soapy water as you try to dodge his attempts to nuzzle his face against your throat. "I'm mad at you. You can't win me round today."

You hate it when he's late. Especially on weekends. The cherry crumble you made this afternoon sits on the table, the cream soaked and curdled on top of the sweet treat.

"How many times I gotta tell ya, sugar?" he mutters against your skin. "Sometimes I ain't gonna be home on time an' it can't be helped. You really gonna give me a hard time over this today?"

His fingers dip beneath the hem of your sweater, his touch rough and warm against your sensitive skin. You wiggle your hips, trying to free yourself of the gentle caresses.

"Lee, stop it." He knows exactly what he's doing, knows how to make you forget your gripes and distract you from your disappointment. One particular swipe of his thumb against your ribcage has your breath hitching. "Lee! Stop!"

"Nuh uh, babylove. Not 'til you gimme one a'those giggles I love so much." You're trapped between his body and the sink in front of you, hand dropping the dishcloth into the water when he drags his fingernails softly down over the curve of your waist.

"Lee," you whine, his hips pressing against your rear. You can't stop yourself from winding your own back against him, a grin threatening to form on your lips when he pinches softly at the sensitive flesh at your hip.

"You miss me, sugar? 'Cause I sure as shit missed you today."

He loves to tease you like this, loves seeing you shake and shiver. So it's no surprise when ten minutes later, he's got you pinned to the couch beneath him, your skirt ruched up around your waist and his hands teasing up and down your ribcage.

"Lee, fuck, stop it. C-can't stand it when you touch me - ah! - like this." He chuckles against your cotton covered breast, teeth nipping at you through the thin material.

"Not 'til you sing for me. C'mon, now." One rough palm glides up your inner thigh, the fingers on his left hand tickling up toward your armpit.

"No!" You shriek through a giddy giggle, your legs kicking out beneath him. "Lee, no! Please, anything but that!"

"There it is. There's that song I love." You giggle again, a shriek emitting from your throat when his hand peels away the seat of your underwear; pussy wet and clenching in anticipation. "I wanna hear it s'more. Let's see how loud we can get it today, hm?"

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selineram3421 · 2 years

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Ooooh! HC 25 with besties Alastor and Reader please?

Yay for the besties!

HC 25 : "Bite down on this."

Lol what?

The Taste of Leather

Platonic: Alastor X Reader Oneshot

Warning! ⚠

⚠ explosives, killing of Egg-men, cussing, descriptive injuries, stitches, threats ⚠

You know when your friends do something that's obviously dumb and dangerous, but you go anyways just to keep an eye on them?

Yeah, that's what you were doing right now in a workshop.

Cherri was currently in the process of strapping a bomb to one of Sir Pentious newest inventions, Angel was helping by setting up more bombs.

The job you had was lookout.

You got dragged into this mess just for being nearby Angel when he got a text from her.

"Got all of them set up?", the one eyed demon asks.

"You bet'cha babe!", Angel says, dusting his hands off. "When is this thing gonna go off anyway?"

"Five minutes.", Cherri answers.

Five-

"Five minutes!?", you ask, looking back at the two. "That's barely enough time to leave without getting caught!"

And just as you say that, an Egg henchman spots you and pushes a red button.

"Well fuck."

An alarm goes off and red lights flash. Cherri sets the timer, running up and kicking the Egg-man over the railing.

Crack!

"Let's go!", she smiles and starts running.

You and Angel follow, killing of the Egg-men with guns and other weapons.

"We don't have time for this!", you growl, hitting an Egg-man with a bat, and punching another that was running up to you.

"I mean, we could jump out one of the windows.", the spider demon comments.

"And break an arm? No thank you.", you say, shoving an Egg into the wall. "Ew, I'm covered in guts.", you look down at your hands.

Finally the exit door is in view and you're the last one to run out of the building. The five minutes are up, the workshop explodes.

"Ah!", you shout as you're blown away by the blast, hitting your leg against a metal pole.

The sound it makes is concerning. Like a snap and a crunch.

"FUCKING SHIT!", you cry out on the ground.

"Oh fuck!", Angel calls out your name and runs over to you. He cringes as he takes a closer look at your leg. "That ain't good."

You groan and look over to see the damage.

Bone pokes through your skin, revealing your torn up muscles and the other half of the bone. Oh, and tons of blood.

"That's a lot-", your eyes roll back and you pass out.

Alastor was reading the news paper, taking a sip of his coffee when Angel burst through the door of his radio tower.

"Smiles! Need a little help!", the fluffy demon shouts.

"What in the blazes!? Angel!", Alastor had spilled his coffee onto the paper. "₩Ⱨ₳₮!?", he turns to look at the demon with radio dials for eyes.

He stops soon after once seeing your passed out form. They quickly set you on the couch and Alastor gathers some tools to help with fixing your leg.

You wake up screaming, feeling your broken leg being pulled.

"Bite down on this.", Alastor puts a belt in your mouth to bite on.

You do so and your shouts of pain are muffled a bit. Eyes tearing up from the burning and stabbing feeling in your leg.

"Almost done hun.", Angel says holding one of your hands.

When that part is done, you feel numb as the gash on your leg is stitched up. Belt out of your mouth but there's still the lingering taste of leather. Tear stains on your face as you sniffle.

"You fucking asshole.", you mumble. "I'm kicking you in the balls once my leg is all healed."

"Haha..", Angel laughs, grimacing as your hold crushes his hand.

Alastor grins, wrapping your leg up with gauze, prepping to make a cast. "I'd like to see that."

Your cast is complete!

Angel gets a marker, popping off the cap. "I'm gonna draw a dick!"

You quickly toss a pillow to his face. "Fuck off, Alastor gets to sign first."

Once getting the marker, Alastor signs his name and writes some song lyrics. Then Angel gets the marker.

"No dicks, not unless you want yours removed.", you threaten.

"Fine.", the spider huffs and just writes his name with a heart at the end.

The porn star leaves after you've decided to stay at the radio tower.

"So!", Alastor says with a clap of his hands. "Care to tell me how this happened?"

"Ugh..", you groan and flop your head back onto a pillow. "Angel dragged me to set up some bombs with Cherri. My leg hit a pole and-", you gesture to your leg in the cast. "..well..this was the outcome."

He hums and picks up his empty mug.

"Say, why don't I make us some soup? It does sound appetizing.", he says and the news paper on the table disappears with a snap of his fingers.

"Mmmm...soup.", you hum in agreement. "With meat, veggies. And some bread on the side.", you list off.

Alastor covers you with a blanket. "I'll get you some painkillers and water before I make it. Rest now."

This was one of the pros of being best friends with the Radio Demon.

He makes good soup.

Good soup.

Later.

"I can put a fast healing spell, so you can surprise Angel.", Alastor smiles like a menace.

"Hell yeah.", you cheer.

If you couldn't tell, I want soup.

~Seline, the person.

Prompt-list: ✨here✨

ML for Alastor🎙

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vinetae · 1 year

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Pairings: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Angst, Suggestive content, established relationship, 18+

Summary: The man you once knew has drifted further than you could've ever thought. Now, the battle between keeping your past in the past is set in front of you.

Warnings: Angst, some smut (not at all barely, I'm very disapointed in myself lol), cursing, and some harsh words said on both ends.

A/n: This started out as a unrequested request from this little snippet of a short story, but I was feeling a little angsty so.. uhm- sorry author-nim. Hopefully I didn't butcher your idea 😂

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The cherry blossom trees dance across the thinned air. Seoul’s N tower lights up the whole city it seemed like. Your heart felt too warm, and too cold all in one. The night’s tinted shadows lurk beneath, seeking out their next victim to claim. The stars hung high in the dark, decorated in specks of hope. Each one, having at least a thousand wishes upon. People had been funny like that. No other animal made wishes to clouds of gas in the sky.

We’re we really that desperate?

A chill prowls around the cold apartment. However in this moment, you had been at your warmest. The bright smile tugged on his lips, as his cheeks flushed rosy against the breeze from the outside world.

“What do you think?” His question makes your head tilt. Scanning over the small one bed-room apartment, with a few doors branching off the sides. You’d kept the negative thoughts to yourself.

“It’s cute.” You reply, fingertips dancing across the counter’s edges to drag along a thin strip of dust and grime with you. Namjoon’s arms come to cling around your figure, silently pleading for you to approve of this place. Mainly because he had already put down the deposit.

“What’s wrong?” The plump of his lips brush along your neck, his nose burying itself into the dips along your shoulders that keep your body upright. Head tilts to the side, letting off a small breath.

“Nothing,” You comment, feeling the way his large digits trail up the plains of your skin, leaving burning strips of heat in their place. Even with the broken radiator and Korea’s worst winter storm yet outside, your body felt like it had been set on fire.

Every soft breath rolled against your neck, pulled you more under the spell he’d cast. His hips pressed flush against your back, swaying you to the imaginary melody he’d been softly dancing to. Bodies faced the large window, coated with a sheet of ice to block out any sights from other tenants. It was the most beautiful view you’d seen.

“This is our life, baby.” The wooden floors creaked to wear off their new, hardly walked upon cracks. The last time he’d held you like this was the night he’d caught you crying in the bathroom, phone clutched in hand as your mother had given you the bad news. The funeral was held a few days later. You hadn’t really had the best relationship with your father, but he had still been kin.

Namjoon has been so supportive during those tough times. Asking if you had needed anything, while you just curled up under the covers and let yourself feel the pain. Sat outside your dorm, back pressed against the wall as he just listened to the sounds of soft cries. A few hours later, the door cracked open, pulling him inside for a night for forgetting.

His hand reaches back, turning on a cute little classical he’d been so obsessed with lately. Hand extends, gracefully holding you up by the weight of your own arm lifted from its lowered position as he spins you lightly on the wooden floor. Giggles and smiles fill the once cold atmosphere, warming any and every inch of that house with your love.

Your arms take to snake around his neck as his rest at your hips. “You know what? I changed my mind.” He smiles, lowering his face to meet your height.

“About?”

“This place.”

“Oh?”

“Mmhm.”

“Do tell, my princess~” He teases, nipping at the dangle of your earlobe making you giggle. Your head pulls away, catching his soft gaze with your own.

“It’s not so bad.” You smile, releasing his grip as you plop down onto the little sofa the landlord had offered up to Namjoon.

“Told you-” His eyes blow wide, admiring the lengths of your midi-skirt trailing up the length of your thighs, courtesy of your hands. The black tights you’d thrown on made the lump in his throat even harder to pill down.

Your head is thrown to the side, bracing yourself up on your elbows. The position had been nothing short of ‘paint me like one of your French girls’. As if reading your mind, he bites back.

“Eager to break in the sofa already, my dear?” He threw his puffer jacket to the side, letting it land somewhere near the built-in electric stove. Your legs part to allow him some space to move between. Your innocent expression fires the first shot.

“Well I know one thing that’s going down.”

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Your eyes watch as the minute hand ticks by the 12 for the third time tonight. The dinner set feastly-like on the table had gone cold.

“He’s still not there?” Jimin quirks back, a confused tone hones his voice. The crack on your own had been threatening to peep out in hurt.

“I haven't seen him all day, Jimin, I’m getting worried.” Namjoon had promised he’d be back by now from the office. Once ‘now’ had hit, you decided to call his phone. Seven missed calls later, and a cracked screen from tossing it over across the wall had left your energy and patience running low.

“I’m sure he’s fine, Noona. He was saying something about the big line-up starting tomorrow. Our dick of a sponsor probably held him up to discuss the details of launch.” You sigh, back plopping against the stiff of the dining chairs Namjoon had been too busy to help you pick out.

“How about this one?”

“Sounds great.”

“Ooo, but this has the cross-hatching design you love.”

“U-huh.” His head was glued to the brightly lit screen sitting in his lap. You huff, shoving the phone into view so you knew he’d be able to see it.

“These are black.” His head tilts to the side, pushing your phone out of view as his fingers tap against the keys in eager to get out all of his ideas.

“Love that one.” He replies flatly , scrolling along the blog that’d been published about his company this past weekend.

“Oh and these can transform into unicorns!”

“You know me best, babe.” His flat tone makes your blood boil. Standing, you throw your phone into his lap which makes him startle.

“I’m gonna go shower.” His head lowers back down, immersing himself into the little laptop that’d been getting more attention this past week than he’d given you all month.

“Love you.” He calls back, wishing a good shower, nose diving back down into the little article.

Tossing the cold food into the trash, you start to tidy up the kitchen before heading back to your shared bedroom.

Your back is the comfort of your freshly washed sheets, tearing starting to threaten to fall. You’d ended the call with Namjoon’s best friend, Jimin, with a cold mute, wanting nothing more than to just wash off the embarrassment of today with a hot shower.

However, after the energy you’d used up cooking dinner, cleaning the kitchen, and waiting almost three hours for your boyfriend to walk through those doors, you’d decided to just wash off what little makeup you’d dolled up for him. Crawling under the comforters, your body starts to lull to sleep, replacing reality with a much more satisfying image.

Namjoon’s back ached with pains from slouching at his desk for so long. You’d always gotten onto him for not wearing the posture-corrector you’d gotten him for Christmas last year, however he’d always forget to strap it on before work. Plus, he’d pointed out that through the white sheen of his button up, it had looked more like a corset than anything for just correcting one’s posture.

Hands tired from having to sign so many documents for tomorrow’s launch for his company, he slightly winced from pain as he unbuttoned the clasps of his dress shirt. Trousers falling to circle around his ankles before slipping into the bed with exhaustion. The tips of his fingers drag across your exposed skin, a low groan rolls from his parted lips as your body shifts slightly to roll on your back. His eyes scan over the way your chest rises and fall with patterned breaths, the curvatures of your breasts following in lead. Your hair splayed out across the silks pillows you’d been so eager to open when Amazon had delivered.

His lips lower, pressing soft kisse along the elongation of your neck, hot breaths roll off to meet with your even-tempered skin. A smirk presses his lips, grazing his fingers down to the elastic of your pajama shorts. You’d loved sleeping in loose silk pajamas, and he’d loved seeing the way your nipples pressed against the fabrics, giving him such an erotic sight.

His open kisses run up to your cheek before swallowing your whole breaths in one gulp. Lips locked together in a one-sided exchange, nevertheless turning him on even more. His hips rise to grind gently to the skin of your outer thighs, rutting in need for some kind of release after the day he’s had. He knew the only remedy for his stress was in your touch. He however, felt a little sick from using you in such a way, especially when you’re unconscious. So, he decides for you to join.

“Baby girl, wake up” He chuckles at the way your groan, a high-pitched whine echoed in the room as you turn to the side, facing away from his body. His heart shatters at the movement. You’d never turned away from him like this. Your favorite position was always having you tucked under his chin, face pressing into his chest as you fell asleep to the sound of his steadying heartbeat.

Why was this different?

His hand comes up to gently shake you away, towering over your side, whispering into your ear softly. “Baby, come on. Let’s do it.”

He was startled from how awake your scoff had sounded. Your body rises up, an annoyed expression plasters your face. “Let’s do it? How fucking romantic.” His eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“I- didn’t know you wanted romance..” His voice lowers at the anger toned in your voice, clear and pissed. He watches your eyes roll back, scoffing at his retort.

“Of course I want romance! Every girl wants romance!” Your legs swing to the side preparing to stand from the bed but he’s quick to catch your wrist in his to keep you from leaving. His eyes plead with begs for you to stay with him.

“I-I’m sorry baby please.. How about we go on a date tomorrow?” Your arms crossing your chest, body extruding clear annoyance. His hold on your wrists squeeze gently with a silenced promise.

“I’ll clear my schedule tomorrow.”

“The launch.”

His breath lowers to mumble a curse, thinking of a way to make it up to you. For.. whatever he’s done.

“Okay, then this weekend. You love Seoul tower, how about I schedule a tour?”

“They don’t do tours for the tower, Joon.”

His upper body rises to meet yours, using one of the throw pillows you’d bought online to cover up his cock that’d been poking at the comforter. Seeing his hard-on would only make you more angry, he’s sure of it.

“Then.. We can go to the bridge. Didn’t they add locks that you can buy and put them on the walls of it?”

“They took down Love Locks years ago. God, do you even pay attention anymore!?” He quickly rises from his spot on the bed, slipping on his pair of boxers from the floor quickly to follow you out into the living room.

“Okay, okay! Just tell me where you want to go and I’ll call Jimin-”

“Work work work! That’s all you ever fucking talk about! Even when we’re on dates, Namjoon!” Your eyes burned with passion and anger, much more than the tears he saw dripping down the sides of your cheeks. “When is it ever gonna be my turn, huh!?” Your breath starts to calm, body ridding itself of the emotional shakes it had been feeling for the past two minutes. With an even tone, you continue. “We haven’t had sex sex in almost a year, Namjoon! The only time we did was for me to just give you a hand job!” His eyes widened.

“Well I was trying-”

“No! That wasn’t making love, that was just you being a horny little bitch who just needed a good fuck!” You push at his chest, the tears flowing even harder down as he takes the little blows given.

“Baby, I’m sorry- Things have just been really difficult at work and I’m sorry if I put you in second..” No matter how hard you hit at his chest, it would never even compare to how much his heart is breaking from seeing you cry. Seeing the reason you’re crying, is because of him. Of his job, his life.

“Baby if you just give me a few more weeks to finish out these deals-”

“I’ve waited two YEARS, namjoon! YEARS! I brought you lunch everyday, wrote you all those little fucking notes to help you make those deals! And you couldn’t even give me a single thank you.” His knuckles clenched at the side, anger now arising to combat your own.

“You don’t think I thank you?! Look around, Y/n! I gave you everything!! Everything you have is because of ME!” You stop. His sentence finally seeps in, as you back away from his chest. The anger that had melted away his soft gaze fired back bullets you couldn’t dodge. You knew he held everything over you. That’s because you trusted him with everything. He knew your darkest secrets. Seen you at your worst times. He knew everything.

And you fucking hated it.

Your hands catch the front door, having nothing more than anger and hatred towards the man you once called home. He felt so cold and distant. You didn’t love this man.

You didn’t know this man.

“Well, I guess you have everything now.”

#namjoon #bts kim namjoon #namjoon fic #kim namjoon #bangtan #kim namjoon fic #kim namjoon x reader #namjoon x reader #namjoon x you #namjoon x yn #bts fics #bleeding love #bts

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naussensei · 2 years

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It was long past sunrise and the sky remained dark outside. The days seemed to have shortened in the past few weeks, and Levi would have to work twice as hard to get through the harsh winter nights. In the comfort of his bed, Levi turned sideways to face the man who slept by his side, watched him closely as his chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, and somehow the forthcoming of the cold seemed more bearable.

It had been like this for almost a year now. He’d grown so accustomed to Erwin’s presence somehow, that he could not remember the life he had before him. Since then, he’d eagerly wait for a moment alone with him, every time Isabel and Furlan weren't around. He treasured those scarce moments when the mansion lay still and quiet and empty, growing to like the things he despised once before.

But with Erwin there the mansion was never empty. Nor was Levi ever alone.

Levi waited in bed for another moment, watching Erwin’s golden eyelashes flicker with every movement of his restless eyeball under his eyelids, wondering what dreams would entertain his mind, and hoping it wasn't yet time to rise. But when a halo of light appeared behind the gray clouds he knew he’d slept past dawn.

The wind blew cold and howled through the window, and Levi dragged one foot out of bed to rise slowly, careful not to wake Erwin, and stood by the window to contemplate the garden. The first frost of the year covered the brown leaves that withered under the morning dew, and the clouds smeared the icy blue sky. Levi listened to the north winds carrying the twittering of the quails fleeing south, away from the cold; the first sign that winter was around the corner.

Soon the pond would become an ice rink, the remaining leaves would be buried under the heavy snow, and Levi hadn’t yet made enough money to get through the winter this year. He was already considering opening up the mansion as an inn, whether he liked the idea or not.

He was meditating over this when a sudden muffled cry from Erwin had him turn with surprise.

“Erwin?”

But Erwin’s eyes remained closed, a frown deepened between his brows and his mouth opened with a quiet whimpering.

Again, Levi thought.

A nightmare. The kind that had Erwin babbling intelligible words and waking up wet-cheeked and heavy-breathing. It wasn’t the first time he’d had them. Sometimes it hit him in the middle of the night, and Levi would wait for Erwin to catch his breath; hold his hand until he’d sit up. Then he’d simply watch him leave the room silently to go wash himself in the river. No explanation was ever given, and no questions were asked.

This morning something was slightly different. No matter how many times he’d yelp, Erwin was not waking up, and Levi began to grow worried. He watched Erwin’s head lol to either side, his body stiff, except for his hands, which clasped the futon with such strength Levi feared he would tear in apart.

“Erwin–”

From: Cherry Blossoms in Winter - Chapter 6

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35673340/chapters/108069321

#eruri #erwin x levi #eruri fanfic

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jerseygirllll · 2 years

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bittersweet cherries I e.m CHAPTER 4

previous chapter

couple: eddie munson x aurora henderson (oc)

word count: 930

summary: dustin and aurora go to eddies with a small plan on how to talk to him. aurora remembers some memories she shared with eddie

a/n: this was going to be a longer chapter but I think instead the next one might be really long :) sorry lol I hope yall enjoyed this one!

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The drive to the trailer park wasn’t long, but it started to rain in that short time. The windshield wipers were working hard to keep your field of vision clear enough to drive without concern. Dustin was content in the passenger seat, letting you freak out over the weather.

The two of you had come up with a plan. Was it an amazing one? Not at all. But it was better to have something than show up on Eddie's doorstep with nothing. The plan was for Dustin to knock on Eddie’s door, get himself invited in, chat for a bit and ask if Eddie could get him something from his room. At that point, he would signal for you to come inside, and, hopefully, when Eddie returns from his room, you would be sitting in the living room alone.

“I’m scared, Dustin.”

“I know. It’s okay to be scared, but I don’t think anything bad will happen.” He tried to comfort you. “He misses you like crazy. The man chain smokes for hours after he sees a cherry coke can and wants to cry because he misses you. The man is still infatuated with you. Rory, you have nothing to worry about.”

You pulled the car in front of his trailer. Mud covered the car's wheels as the rain continued to beat down. “Okay, I’m going in!” He signed off and ran quickly to the door. The small metal covering barely protected him from the rain.

“Eddie! Eddie, it’s me! Dustin!” He pounded on the screen door. “Eddie!”

“Jesus, calm down, Henderson.” You heard him scream back at your brother. You saw him open the door a crack and let Dustin in. The car was hidden enough on the side of the trailer that he didn't see you. Probably assuming the kid rode here on his bike. From what you can tell, it looked like he just woke up from sleeping due to his clothing choices. But that was all you could see before the door shut.

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Sitting in the car waiting for Dustin to pop his head into the bay window was nerve-wracking. All of a sudden, every emotion hit you like a bus. You tried hard to hold the tears back, not wanting to cry even more. Along with the emotions, memories came back to you as well.

All the time, you and Eddie had gotten caught in the rain while smoking in the woods during school. You guys ended up skipping the rest of the day a few times or would show up back to class, both completely soaked. Or the times you guys ‘borrowed’ tapes from Family Video, annoying Keith because he knew it would take weeks for you guys to return them. Later, you’d trade him some weed for tapes when he refused to let you borrow them. Eddie didn’t want to waste his stash, but he had promised you that you guys could watch Mommie Dearest.

Eddie convinced you one time to dance in the rain when you guys were younger. That was the moment you thought you fell in love with him. His frizzy curls flattened and his bangs stuck to his forehead as he swayed with you in the rain. Your curls turned straight in the rain, and you can still remember his hand gently running through your hair and leaning in to kiss you.

Trying to push back all the emotions you were feeling, you turned your focus back on the bay window. The back of Dustin's head was visible from sitting on the couch underneath the window, but you needed to see his face to go in. A few minutes passed, and then you saw him. Dustin's head was turned to face you and gave you a silly look.

You exited the car and ran up the door, trying to beat out the rain. Dustin opened the door, gave you a quick thumbs up, and headed to the car. Walking over the couch, you observed the rest of the trailer. Not much had changed. Wayne had gotten a few more mugs and maybe a hat or two in his collection. Pictures of Eddie as a little kid were still taped to the fridge, much to his dislike. A small vase full of flowers sat on the table. They looked a few days old and were just starting to wilt.

Out of the whole house, you could see the flowers were the only thing out of place. Wayne and Eddie tried to limit the number of things you needed to take care of in the trailer since they weren’t there or asleep most of the time.

“Henderson, did you want both the tapes? I have Sabbaths Sabotage and also Vol. 4. Personally, I reco-” He froze.

He wasn't even fully in the living room. Standing before the threshold between the kitchen and the room. He looked pale and tired. His hair was messy from sleep, and his eyes were heavy with bags under them. His shirt was faded, but you could roughly make out the words ‘heaven’ and ‘hell’ on the front of it. His boxers peeked out from his sweatpants. Even though he was standing far away from you, the smell of cigarettes and the cologne he used were strong. The smell brought you back and made you feel at ease.

“Hi.” Your voice was quiet and small. Exactly how you felt. “Uh, Dustin, let me in. I hope that was okay?”

#eddie stranger things #eddie munson st4 #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson series #stranger things 4 #eddie munson imagine #dustin henderson #dustin henderson stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fem!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fic

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callsign-rogueone · 2 years

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Playing Dress-up (E.N.)

you should really close your blinds before you change clothes. lord knows who could be watching.

🏷: implied femme reader, voyeurism (Eddie’s a peeping tom), Joe Goldberg type beat (unhealthy obsession), mild descriptions of sex, allusions to masturbation (male), whipped this up in less than an hour and it shows lol

wc: 461

this work has 18+ themes. minors DNI.

Who wants to go out on a Thursday night?

You do, apparently. And you take forever deciding what to wear, but Eddie’s not complaining. He knows you’d look good in every outfit you pull from the closet, but it’s what you’re wearing at present that really does it for him.

Those green pajama shorts do nothing to cover your ass, but they must be your favorite given how often you wear them. He's also a fan of the tank top you’re wearing, a black spaghetti-strap situation with cherries printed all over it. Cute. Innocent.

He’d watched as you tugged your bra out from underneath it -- how the hell did girls do that? -- noting your sigh of relief. It's been a long day. The last thing you want right now is that misogynistic contraption digging into your back and shoulders. Your hair is up and off your neck, ready for him to sink his teeth into the exposed flesh. So much real estate for claim.

Maybe you don’t know the blinds are open. After all, his pretty girl has proven to be a bit absent minded at times. Or maybe you don’t care. You’re on the fourth floor, only visible from the rooftops or from the apartment across the street: his. Maybe you want him to see you like this, bent over to pick up the discards from the floor.

You get a text, straightening up to answer it. You tap out a response and abandon your wardrobe to flop face down onto your bed, closing your eyes. Your friends must have canceled on you. You probably didn’t want to go out anyway. It’s not really your thing, and you’re clearly exhausted from work. Poor thing.

Oh, he would take such good care of you if you’d let him. Rub your back and tell you you’re his pretty girl, his perfect angel, so kind and smart and beautiful. Pull those cute little shorts down and make you feel so good…

Maybe you’d let him fuck you, sweet and slow, let him do all the work. You’d sound so cute for him, babbling about how good it feels while you stare up at him with those pretty eyes of yours.

Fuck, he breathes, his hips pushing forward subconsciously. He’s snapped back into reality by the scratchy fabric of the couch cushions — a far cry from the soft silk of your body. He groans in frustration, looking away from the window for a split second.

Soon, he tells himself. Soon. It wouldn’t be long now before he’d have the real thing, and it would be even better than he’d imagined.

Then the light turns off in your bedroom, and he’s left with just his hand and his imagination for the third night in a row.

#well. it took all of three hours to for me to become a riddler fucker #edward nashton #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton x fem!reader #the riddler x reader #the riddler x fem!reader #thats all i got for tags idk

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primofate · 3 years

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2K Followers Event: Pancake and Waffle Cafe Masterlist

PB&J Waffles (accidents-nearly losing you)

Characters: Thoma, Childe, Scaramouche, Chongyun, Kaeya, Diluc, fem!reader

Warnings: not proofread :D, gore, descriptive accidents, blood, near death experiences, GRAPHIC injuries for some of them. I KEEP MIXING UP TOHMA AND THOMA. SOME OF THESE ARE REALLY DARK I’VE WARNED YOU.

Notes: This was probably the most popular order. Y’all like the boys to go through some angst it looks like XD I personally like Thoma and Diluc’s. You may know this already but I lost the original draft of this one... The first one was DEFINITELY much better, so I’m still gutted but... Hey, just pick yourself up and keep going (lol sentimental much)

Thoma

“How long does she have?” Thoma paced the hallways back and forth, eyes closed and trying to make his breathing even. He thought you were in the clear. He thought that the minor injury you sustained was not anything to worry about.

How was he to know that the arrow they used was drenched in poison? And it had hit you right on the chest.

He was internally panicking, but he had to be calm, lest he would lose you to franticness. Now was not the time to scramble and waste time.

“A day at most,” the doctor said. “but at this point she’s already in agony,” the doctor was suggesting to just let you go, by the tone of it. Thoma threw his head back and grit his teeth while walking back and forth, looking at the ceiling as if an answer was about to fall off from it.

The doctor said the cure would be wild Glaze Lilies. The problem was that it was out all the way in Liyue and getting in and out of Inazuma was not easy. Even then, wild ones were not easy to find.

A day was not enough.

“I’m sorry to say this sir--” the doctor starts but Thoma raises a hand to stop him from talking. He doesn’t want to hear it and dismisses the doctor there. He’s alone in the hallway now and he had never been so scared in his life. A quick and easy death was different from watching you writhe in pain, face drenched in sweat, fever running high.

That’s exactly what he sees when he slides the shoji door open, he stands at the door trying to compose himself. He takes a shaky breath in, eyes already blurring with the tears that were about to fall, but he takes it one step at a time and kneels down next to you on the futon.

You’re not conscious, and that makes it harder. He can’t remember what the last words you spoke to him were, nor him to you. He can’t remember what the two of you last did for fun. He was hoping to at least be able to talk about it, so that your last moments are filled with something else other than pain.

“Y/N,” his voice trembles dangerously, his hand find yours, and gently grips it under his. “I don’t know what to do without you,” he whispers, and suddenly his plan of talking to you about something happy, something pleasant, is thrown out the window. Tears stream down his cheeks by the bucket and he lays on the tatami floor next to you, just watching your face. “I’m sorry. I’m so pathetic, I can’t be strong for you. I just--”

It’s so hard. He wanted to say. When someone you love so much slips away slowly, he feels as if he’s descending into a deep and dark hole as well. His hand grasps on yours tighter, he lays on his back and drapes an arm over his eyes, silently crying. “I’ll be alone, I won’t have anyone to--” his voice breaks and he gulps down the sob that threatened to part from his lips “to laugh with or watch the cherry blossoms with, to--” His throat is closing up from trying to hold back so much emotion. Then he goes quiet. He lays there just existing with you. Flipping through the pages of memories he had, now feeling like he wants to rip the pages out.

“If there’s really someone out there listening to me, please, please.” His eyes close tight, droplets squeezing out from his lids. “You can take everything from me, just not Y/N. Not Y/N, please,” his hand shoots away from yours and covers his face now, teeth grit in agony.

And, as if the heavens heard him, the shoji door to your room suddenly slides open. Thoma is caught in his tears, but he lifts his hands up a fraction away from his face to peer at the person standing there. “...Traveller?”

The traveller stands there, surveying the scene. “...I saw the doctor outside,” Thoma’s face drops, and so what if they saw the doctor outside. Was the traveller just here to watch you die too? To watch how he-- “Once, in Liyue, I had to gather materials for the Rite of Parting...” The traveller couldn’t really say that they had done it alongside Rex Lapis, and that the Rite of Parting was for the Geo Archon himself. “One of the ingredients...was something that had to have a strong fragrance,”

Thoma’s eyes widened, he picks his head up slowly from the floor as the traveller reveals a flower from behind their back. “A wild glaze lily, I happen to have extras,” and the traveller watches how Thoma’s tears intensifies, the words “thank you,” rolling off his tongue over and over again.

And it was done. The glaze lily petals were made into a paste, rubbed over the wound on your breast. It took some time, but your breathing evened out, your fever dissipated and finally, the flush of pain on your face disappeared. Thoma was beyond relieved and after a night of sleeping a mere 2 hours, unwilling to leave your side, you finally woke up.

You awoke to blinding sunlight, causing your eyes to squeeze back shut again. “Y/N,” but when you hear his voice, you peek an eye open and are met with his that are pink around the edges, eyes that are still slightly glazed over with despair. And yet, he smiles. Thoma smiles the way that he always does, the way that you love so much.

“Y/N, good morning,” he had never been happier to stare into your (eye colour)-coloured eyes. The tears that now cascade down his face is out of relief.

Childe

Some people say, there are crucial moments in life that you experience in slow motion. Childe would not call this moment crucial. It was more...terrifying.

He’d always been confident in your abilities. You were a great fighter and had good sense with the sword. That wasn’t what drew him to you though, it was the fact that, no matter how tough you seemed on the battlefield, you were always so gentle and soft with him.

He’d never thought that he’d find someone he could both rely on and challenge at the same time. The two of you went out on missions together, he’d always have your back and you’d always have his. Sometimes, though, there were moments where he forgets that you’re merely human. Strong and talented, yes. But also fragile and breakable.

He turns to you, having walked ahead a little further, just as the sound of machinery greets his ears. The ruin guard that he thought the two of you had decimated had just fired missiles, all of which were honing in on you.

The world slowed down for a few seconds. His eyes widening in shock, a contrast to your smiling face, as was the backdrop of angry missiles coming to chase you. It was just a split second. A second for him to change into his Foul Legacy form. A second for his mask to appear on his face. A second until the first missile would hit your back, but he had scooped you up.

Just in time.

You sat on the ground dumbfounded. You hadn’t seen anything at all. Just the image of his cape and his back slashing the ruin guard to bits and pieces and tiny parts. Making sure that it wouldn’t come after you again. He was breathing hard, even as his mask disappeared, slightly fatigued from the quick transformation.

When he turned to look at you it was a deranged gaze that greeted you first and it mellowed out into creased up relief. “Archons, Y/N--” he whispered as he trudged towards you, pulling you into his chest. “You nearly--” he’d be a fool if he thought you were going to survive six missiles hitting you square in the back. You would’ve broken into tiny pieces, just like what he did to that ruin guard. He’d been on many missions and slain many more but the terror that he felt at that split moment of slowness, the image of it burning into his mind like how those missiles would have burnt you. You were that close from slipping away and it terrified him.

“Are you hurt?” he casts his thoughts away as he inspects your face and cheeks. You merely shake your head. He takes in a long and shaky breath and you watch his eyes flutter close, as if trying to level his heartbeat and come back to reality. “I should’ve made sure,” he’s angry at himself and you can tell by the way his fist clenches.

He pulls at your hand as you both stand up, “Stay close,” and glances at his shoulder every now and then, making sure that nothing else would take you away from him.

Scaramouche

"Scara...” You’re barely there. Your eyes were open and yet, you couldn’t process anything. All you could do was remember. You remembered it was raining while you were out on a task with him. You remember how gruff he’d been when he said “Again, I’m not taking care of you, save your own ass,” like he always did.

And you remember when your forearm...was cut clean off by the enemy’s blade. Blood pouring like a faucet. The smell of iron was overpowering and sickening, something which you thought you were used to by now.

When you hit the ground and stayed still there for a while, trying to process the whole thing, Scaramouche had thrown his earlier sentiments away. Save your own ass, he says, and yet when you looked up at him towering over you...His eyes were a fraction wider and you knew he was looking at your missing hand.

You don’t remember how he tied your bicep tight, trying to stop the flow of blood and hinder the amount of blood loss. You don’t remember that you were carried into the makeshift Fatui base in the forest. You don’t remember him screaming at someone to call a healer, or a doctor, whichever was the fastest, he said.

“Scara...”

“Shut up. Shut up! I can hear you!” He growls under his breath as he tightens the tourniquet again.

“...I’m useless now...” His hands freeze and his eyes dart towards yours. You’re crying, and it’s not because of the pain. It’s because the severed hand was your sword hand. “...You promised, Scara, if there came a time where I wasn’t useful anymore. You said you would--”

“--end it?”

He knows that you don’t know what you’re saying anymore. Everything that you say is by memory, your body trying to remember things because it couldn’t process anything that was happening in the present.

“You’re even more insane than I am if you think I’d do that,”

Strange. For a moment you thought you saw fear flash in his eyes. Something that you’d never seen in him before.

“But I can’t use a sword anymo--”

“WHO CARES ABOUT THAT?!”

He’s barking at your face, but he’s barking out of panic. Out of the sheer amount of blood continuing to flow from the wound.

“Step back, Scaramouche,” there was a sudden calm voice from the entrance. Dottore stands there with a grin on his face. “Dottore...” Scaramouche grits his teeth. “Not to worry, severed body parts are my specialty, she’ll be new in no time,”

You were sedated and treated. In the middle of it, when Scaramouche was sure that you would survive, he moves to walk away from the makeshift base, still stiff and tense. “I never took you for the sentimental type,” Dottore announced before Scaramouche walked off, hands sewing and attaching your new arm to you.

Scaramouche doesn’t answer, and walks out of the room, towards the back, where there were no Fatui agents to see him. He doesn’t shed any tears, but he picks his hands up and watches how they’re still trembling.

Everything about today rattled him, but nothing scared him more than the look on your face when you asked him to end it.

Chongyun

The two of you were running out of energy, he could tell. What was supposed to be an easy commission turned bad when the two of you realized that there were more mitachurls than you anticipated.

Fighting atop a cliff was tricky, one would have to make sure that they didn’t slip and fall, or get pushed by the enemy. Chongyun was still in his element, his cryo vision did wonders in slowing the monsters down and giving the two of you a little bit of the upper hand. Slowly, but surely, their numbers dwindled, until there was one left.

Perhaps that’s what made you lose focus. The fact that you thought it was nearly over. Or perhaps it was because you weren’t paying attention to the fact that you were at the edge of the cliff already. When the mitachurl held its shield, preparing to rush in and attack, you tried to side-step, only to realize that your feet had not touched the ground. You were met with air and you were suddenly hurtling down.

You could hear your name frantically called, but it grew faint when you started falling. It was too late to glide now, just as your shoulder hit the first rock in your way and now you were rolling down the steep hill. Arms protecting your head as you continued down, feeling the gashes all over your body from the sharp rocks that you flew past and the rough scrapes from pebbles and gravel alike.

Your rolling was stopped harshly as your back hit a large boulder, knocking the wind out of you completely. Your body was sore. It hurt to even breathe, your muscles screaming in agony.

You tried to roll over to your back, but a sharp pain on your shoulder prevented you to, like knives were stabbing into that one point on your shoulder. It must be broken, you thought. In the least, you were aware that you didn’t hit your head, but you knew that bruises would litter your body the next morning.

“Y/N!” You could hear the slide of feet on gravel, a hurrying, scurrying sound that made it near you, crouching down and gingerly touching your arm. “Y/N?!” Chongyun worried a lot, even with the small things. So you could only imagine how he was feeling, seeing you in that state.

“Y-Y/N...I-- It’s okay, I--” he struggled with what to say and what to do, you only tilted your head slightly to look at his panicked state. “Chongyun, it’s fine. It just hurts, a lot...” and that was Chongyun’s main problem. For you to be in pain. But he seemed to have gotten the message and calmed down a little.

He carefully checked on you, managed to make a makeshift sling for your shoulder and said that he would piggy-back you to Liyue. He stopped for a moment though, and was lost in sudden thought. You were sitting up now, the sling helping a tad bit and wondered what Chongyun was doing.

Until...he started crying. “I-I thought that you--” He was silent while he cried, tears just falling quietly onto the ground, eyes shut tight. But, in the next moment, he snapped them open and wiped them hastily away.

‘Next time, I’ll protect you,’ he comes back to his senses and crouches down in front of you, for you to climb on and for him to carry you on his back. ‘I won’t cry, because next time, I’ll surely protect you,’

Kaeya

Kaeya first noticed your absence when you didn’t meet him at your usual meeting place. He waited a few minutes, which then turned to an hour. It was strange, because he was usually the one to come running and say “I got caught up in something in headquarters, princess, apologies,” But with a quick kiss he was forgiven. You were always nice like that, but he had never been too late anyway, not like you had been that day.

He thought that perhaps you’d just forgotten and although it stung him, he went home that day feeling crestfallen. It wasn’t until the next morning, well-rested and mind clear, that it hit him.

You wouldn’t have forgotten.

You wouldn’t have been late.

Something was wrong.

His first destination that morning was your residence. He knocked thrice on your door and when no one answered he stood outside contemplating on kicking the door down. Instead, he rapped on your door again, and still no answer.

10 minutes into trying to get you to open the door, he finally kicked the door down, and, as he expected. You weren’t there. He started to think that he should’ve gone looking for you last night, and he was starting to get angry at himself for not doing so.

He rounded back to the adventurer��s guild, and found out that indeed, you went out on a commission early yesterday and it seemed that you hadn’t reported back since then.

“Where to?” Kaeya asked Katheryne, who looked at her records and thoughtfully said. “Dragonspine, it looks like,” A deep set frown was on his face. Dragonspine. Cold and harsh and you were up there alone. What if something had happened?

It was the first time you were doing this, the first time you went off for too long without telling him and he absolutely hated the anxiety gripping him. Anxiety held him back as if vines crawling up his legs. He wasn’t sure what to do first, whether or not to stay put or go running off to look for you. What would he even do up there? How was he to find you in that vast expanse of a mountain? If he went up there didn’t that mean he was admitting to himself that something dire had happened to you?

He walked away from the adventurer’s guild without a word, and ended up standing at the bridge leading to Mondstadt, Timmie looking at his unmoving form weirdly.

He stood there, in a battle with himself. ‘She’ll come back any minute now, maybe in 10,’ and he continued to watch for your form out in the horizon. When 10 minutes passed, he again thought to himself. ‘Maybe in the next 10 minutes,’ but when that went on for too long, he finally shook his head. ‘I can’t stay here and just wait...I can’t. What if she never comes back...’

Not knowing where you were, approximately missing for nearly a day and a half now, not knowing where he should even start to look for you. He’s never been in such a messed up state before. Again, without thinking, his legs just take him forward, towards the general direction of Dragonspine.

He was supposed to report to Jean by now, the way that you were supposed to be in his arms last night. A shiver ran up his spine at the thought that he may never even see you again. The reality that Teyvat was vast and huge intensified his distress. The worries came down on him one by one, and second by second his feet moved faster and faster.

“Kaeya?” He stopped in his tracks, head swerving towards the left to see you, slightly disheveled and looking a little cold, perched atop a small hill. “Y/N,” he looks up at you a little out of breath, chest heaving up and down. You only jump down from the hill and look at him carefully. “Are you ok?”

That was his point. You’d taken a completely different route to get back to Mondstadt, and he would’ve missed you completely if you hadn’t called out to him. “No, not entirely,” he finally answers and places both his hands on your cheeks. “Princess, you were gone for way too long, I was starting to think...” he didn’t finish his sentence but he shut his mouth and gave you a look that you understood immediately.

“Oh...Oh! No, Kaeya, It just took longer than usual, I’m sorry,” you lean your head into his palm, genuinely sorry that you made him worry so much. Kaeya only sighs and bumps foreheads with you, “Can’t let you out of my sight, it looks like,” there’s a little mischief in his voice, but you know part of him means it.

Diluc

‘not again,’ was Diluc’s first thought.

The next being, ‘not Y/N, please,’

Death was something that Diluc was afraid of, as is everyone else. But Death had already greeted Diluc before. Death didn’t take him, but someone close to him.

It was why he had built space between him and others. Walls too high. Barriers too strong. Distances that were too far.

And then you came.

Suddenly the walls crumbled, albeit slowly. The barriers weakened and you’d bridged the distance.

But Death knocked on Diluc’s door again. This time, Death was holding on to your hand.

“Y/N, darling, it’s alright,” there was an undertone of unease in his voice. He sheds his jacket and rips part of his white shirt off, pressing the fabric on the gaping hole on your side. The white was instantly soaked red. He wrapped you in his jacket and pulled you close to him. You only whimper in response, to which he gently shushes you.

“It hurts,” you mumble and he’s painfully aware of the fact. He gently hoists you up in his arms, careful not to jostle you. The healers were supposed to be on their way, but he decided that it was better to meet them half way. “Diluc, I don’t think I can do it...”

“Y/N, you can. They’ll be here in a moment, I promise,” He is surely reassuring himself more than he was reassuring you. He knows that his impatience is making the seconds feel like hours, even as he jogs through the grasslands, even as his eyes scan the horizon for any sign of help.

He glances down at you when you stop responding. “Look here, Y/N. Look at my eyes, what colour are they?” He asks in an attempt to interest you with his question. Your eyes, half-lidded, peer up at his. You see nothing. A blur of red, black and white. But how could you not know the colour of his eyes? The ones that you lay down next to each night, the ones that you get lost in from time to time? “Red. Like rubies, pretty,” you mumble, blinking and attempting to really see them. Just one last time.

Diluc only replies a short affirmative, “Mm,” and you feel him take in a shaky breath, the amount of blood you’ve lost frightens him. “Diluc,” again he peers down at you, eyes glancing up every once in a while to see where he’s going. “Diluc, I love--”

“It’s okay,” he breathes out, interrupting you, his jog has increased in pace. “It’ll be alright, Y/N, you’ll tell me later,” and tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that and-- but your weight increases in his arms, he’s panting by now, and as he looks down, your eyes are closed, he can barely see the rise and fall of your chest. “Y/N? Stay with me now,”

‘Please don’t do this to me,’

“Sir!” two healers approach, Diluc dropping on his knees to immediately lay you on the ground, letting them work on you. He turns around, breathing laboured and chest pounding in both overexertion and anxiety. He knows his hands are bloody, and he doesn’t dare to look at them, nor you. In fear that he would see your dying breath. That’s how much of a coward he was in the presence of Death. You, his beloved, already shrouded in Death’s robes, his scythe at your neck--

“We made it in time, a minute longer and...” Diluc swerves around to face the female healer who had finished treating you, the other one checking your vitals again. “Sh-She’s okay?” Diluc didn’t know what to expect, his eyes pained and confused. The healer nods, “Not exactly okay, she’ll need a lot of rest and will be out for a few days...but she’s alive, yes,”

He’s silent for a moment, before putting his hand up “Give me a moment, we’ll go in a minute,” The healer doesn’t answer, but watches as Diluc turns away, walks a few steps and stops in the middle of the clearing.

With his back turned away, the healer wonders what he’s doing, but when she squints, she sees his body shudder, his shoulders shake the slightest bit. A deep breath in and a deep breath out. Then, he picked his arm up, and swiped it slowly across his face.

When he comes back, there’s only a hint of anguish in his eyes, slowly being replaced by relief.

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Okay I'm gonna throw my hat in the ring for this TR Omegaverse!

1. My Tauji brainrot is on the fritz and like I can imagine his omega in heat just fucking driving him insane. Everyone likes to say he degrades his lovers (which honestly I don't doubt) BUT what if instead he just keeps praising and calling them his darling when in heat? 🥴

2. This is more fluffy but like what if you had this big reveal to tell Draken you're having pups and he finds out from your scent and you're all pouty afterwards because you didn't get to surprise him?

The Taiju Shiba brainrot is REAL! I have a weakness for men that could break my spine 🥴 put it under a cut cause it got long lol

but Alpha Taiju is the cherry on the cake! I agree with you, on normal everyday sexy time circumstances degrading his lover is a given, its just how he is. Will call you a dirty slut while jamming his cock down your throat, tell you to cry for him while he overstimulates you. But it's different when his lover's heat hits, when you actually need him. Everyone knows when that time has come around because Taiju is all aggression, rolling muscles tight like a coiled spring, just waiting for someone to make the wrong move or say the wrong thing. Will not allow ANYONE near the house while you're going through it, the door is all but barricaded and he still feels the need to get up every few hours to check, glaring through the windows at anyone passing by until you call him back to bed. Expect to be covered in marks, his sharp teeth sinking into your flesh anywhere he can reach and dragging up red and purple across your skin, growling about "How sweet my little darling is, can't get enough of you". Whether its your first heat together or not, he won't ever fail to take care of you, because he loves you more than anything, no matter what anyone else thinks.

FLUFFY ALPHA DRAKEN 😍 you would definitely never be able to get anything past him, especially something so important. He would notice the moment your scent changes, would probably know before even you did. He would come home with flowers and your favorite food, all ready to sit down with you and ask if you had taken any tests yet or anything, only to see the house freshly cleaned and his favorite food cooking. It seems like you both realize the other knows at the same time, your face sinking into a pout as he fought a smile from his face. "You know you can't hide anything from me," He would say with a big smile, chuckling as you huffed and turned away from him, "When did you find out?". "This morning after you left for work," You said, handing him the test you were going to show him, "But I guess you knew already". He laughed, nodding and pressing a soft kiss to your neck, "Yeah baby I knew, but its still the happiest surprise I've ever gotten".

okay so I went off with these! I swear I could go on and on about our favs in omegaverse! and now I've got a Baji one to answer too🥴❤️

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NSFW alphabet | Chris Evans

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Note - This is written just for fun. I don't know Chris or what he likes lol. I also don't own the alphabet format.

Dividers by @whimsicalrogers

Warnings - rpf, smut, daddy kink, d/s relationship, dom Chris, anal stuff, semi public sex, spanking, sex toys, praise kink.

Word count - 2.5k

A=Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Chris is clingy as fuck after sex. He’ll hold you close to his heart (you being the lil spoon of course) and not let go the entire night. With soft kisses on your face, hair and on any bruises he might have left on you. With some pillow talk about how his love for you can overwhelm him sometimes, that he can’t imagine not having you not that he gets to have a taste of you almost every night. Sometimes he likes to listen to you talk about your day, or share a deep secret you hadn’t told anyone else.

His clinginess is something you adore. Something which you would usually be fine with, how he just could not keep his hands off of you, but when you’re somewhere tropical and hot it becomes a bit of a problem.

You were visiting him while he was filming for red Sea diving resort, after seeing him in the beard and the longer hair you couldn’t help yourself and you just jumped on him. After some hot and sweaty sex, you had moved away from him a little, with your back to him you wiped the sheen off of your forehead with the back of your hand, trying to fan yourself with your own hand, ‘Where do you think you’re going?’ he had growled. Not wanting even an inch of distance between the two of you. You tried to protest because you needed to cool off but eventually gave in.

B=Body Part (Their favorite body part)

Everyone knows the answer to this. He likes your ass the most. It doesn’t matter if it’s a flat ass or a thick one he’ll love it the same because it’s a part of you. He likes to smack it, he likes looking at it, he may even like to fuck it. Some stretch marks would just be the cherry on top.

His next favorite would have to be your hips. He loves to see their silhouette through your yoga pants or jeans, or even a dress. After a night of some rough fucking they usually bear his handprints which he loves obviously because it’s almost like he branded you as his own.

C=Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I’m a disgusting person)

It’s always a battle with the two of you when it comes to cumming. Because Chris likes to see your body covered in his seed, particularly your face, ass and breasts, and you like to have him do it inside you, be it your pussy or your mouth.

Which he doesn’t mind obviously, he likes the idea of his spend being in your tummy, but he also likes taking pictures of your ass covered with his spunk. You just look so pretty when he comes on your face🥺

D=Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory)

Chris has fucked you in more bathrooms than you can remember. It’s become a thing or almost a ritual now. Whenever he takes you to an event or a party, or just a casual dinner at his family or friends house, you’ll end up on your knees in the bathroom with his dick in your mouth, or he’ll worship you and eat you out till you literally can’t even walk straight.

It started when you accompanied him to an important event, he was extremely anxious. And you felt helpless because you didn’t know how to make him feel better. But you did know one thing that always lifts his mood up. So you dragged him to the men’s room and sucked him off. He was much relaxed the rest for the evening thanks to you.

E= Experience (How experienced are they?)

VERY. He’s extremely experienced. He has a lot of knowledge and puts it to good use on you. Which can be a little daunting if you’re more on the inexperienced side but don’t ne afraid. He’ll train you really well, you just have to be a good girl and listen.

F= Favorite Position

His favorite position would be doggy style. Where he’s doing from behind, with you on your hands and knees, or with your head down and ass perched up to him because you never can stay up right when he’s doing you so well. He has full access to your ass, if you’re okay with it he would use his fingers on you, spank your ass. He loves to grab your hips or your ass and your breasts.

He’s also a huge fan of missionary. Because he can’t see your pretty face, or look into your eyes from behind. Most days he wants intimacy and to show you how much he loves you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

Depends on his mood. Sometimes he’s a bit goofy, like talking in a comically exaggerated Boston accent when you told him you liked the sound of his voice and how his accent becomes more prominent when he is horny.

But most of the times, he’s in control. He has to maintain some composure so you wouldn’t question who’s really in charge or think that you could get away with anything. Because you know how to make him laugh, and if he let’s you do that he couldn’t keep a straight face while punishing you.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Chris has dark Brown pubic hair, like that of his beard and the hair on his head.

Does anyone remember that term ‘manscaping'? Where dudes trim their pubic hair to make their dicks look bigger. Chris definitely does that. Although he doesn’t need to because like if he got any bigger he might split you in two.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Doesn’t matter if you’re making love, or fucking hard it will always be intimate and loving with Chris in one way or another.

If you feel needy, and like you want him to show you how much he loves you, you just have to sit on his lap, bat your lashes at him, show him your puppy eyes, and hump his leg a little. He’d get the sign and take you to bed, slowly dragging his cock in and out of you, drawing it out for the both of you, his fingers laced with yours, pinned above your head. He’d feast on your breasts and nipples the whole time just so you could feel his love and need for days.

If you’re feeling particularly frisky, or in a mood to piss him off just so he could be rough with you without you having to ask, you can just give him attitude or roll your eyes a lot. He’ll spank your ass raw, or edge you for hours, or make you climax till it literally hurts, depends on his mood really, to teach you some manners. But since you like the punishment you never learn.

Even while he’s got you over his knee, you not wearing anything but the diamond necklace he gave you, your cheeks wet from crying for the past fifteen minutes, your ass on fire but you still had to take more from him. He tsked, reprimanding you for ruining his expensive dress pants with your slick, playing with your intimate lips, he’d say while stroking your head, “It’s okay, baby, daddy still loves you. Even when you get on my nerves.”

Even while fucking you like he hated you, he made you felt loved and as if you were the most precious person in the world.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

When you started dating, Chris would often masturbate to the thought of you. But when you started sleeping together he never felt the need to, and you asked him not to do it anymore because you didn’t want him wasting his cummies.

Which might’ve been a huge mistake in hindsight because you revealed a weakness of yours. Now when he REALLY wants to punish you, he’d just tie you up jerk off his cock right before your eyes, “See this, sweetheart? I could be fucking your sweet pussy right now, and making you feel good too, but you had go and be a bad girl.” He’d come all over your face or breasts, and would of course make you come too if he feels you’ve learned your lesson.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Chris has a huge daddy kink. He doesn’t just like the title, he likes everything that comes along with it.

He likes that he has to take care of you, in and outside if the bedroom, being a daddy is a 24/7 job, he has to be considerate to you and grateful for all the trust and love you give him.

He also really likes pinning you down. Whether it be during play wrestling or during sex, it makes him feel strong, and it drives you crazy, absolutely feral for him.

L=Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Yeah you’ve had your share of sneaking off to do it during events but his favorite place to do it would be in the privacy of his own home, preferably his bed so that your dog won’t walk in on you.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

If you simply say, “Screw me.” That would probably be more than enough to turn him on and fulfil your request.

But what grinds his gears is seeing you in tight clothing, or the kind of clothes that would show off your assets. If you’re a good mom to dodger, if you show an interest in the things he likes or do anything that would make his heart flutter and make him fall more in love with you.

N= NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would never have proper public sex because that would probably interfere with his public image and work. Other than that he’s pretty open to most things.

He also wouldn’t like to invite anyone else to your bedroom or to share you. It is a nice fantasy for him but way too risky.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes both giving and receiving equally. He likes having you on your back where he can see your face while he explores your intimate walls with his tongue, but he also likes to have you ride his face. You were apprehensive to at first, but with some convincing you agreed.

Sixtynine is another one of his favorites. He never actually had to ask for it. You were sitting on his face, holding onto his stomach and screaming when you felt your orgasm approaching, he pushed your head just a little, you got the hint, and started working on his cock, which was painfully hard.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

It would usually depend on what kinda day it is and how you’re both feeling. But most of the time he is usually slow but at the same time rough. Where his thrusts are drawn out but also impactful.

Q= Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Chris loves quickies. Bending you over the kitchen counter, a quick session in the afternoon on the couch when things got a little too heated while cuddling, in his trailor while he’s on a break, in the shower where he can make you dirty before cleaning you up. You made it.

But he wouldn’t prefer them over proper sex ever. Usually he likes to take his time with you.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc)

He’s game to experiment to a certain extent. Even if he’s skeptical about something he’d keep an open mind and give it a shot for you.

S= Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

He’s a fit and motivated man so he can last for a long time and go for many rounds. It’s more likely for you to be tired and tapped out than for him.

If it was a long day on set, and if he’s a little exhausted then he may not be able to go more than once. But will make up for it when he can.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

You both own a variety of butt plugs and vibrators, silky ties, blindfolds, handcuffs that Chris likes to use on you. You even bought a ball gag asking him to put it on you, which was the only time you ever used it because Chris liked to hear your voice and for you to call him daddy or say his name. You couldn’t do it with your mouth full.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Chris teases you a lot, but he would be a MASSIVE tease if he was a little more patient. He knows the effect he has on you. How you can’t take your eyes off him when he wears a t-shirt that’s a bit too tight and shows off his arms, how you can’t help but grab his butt sometimes and feel him up. When you bite your lip or look away when he catches you staring. If you get caught, be prepared because he will only do it more just to egg you on.

His touches a bit too light, he’d bring you to the edge and leave you just there. But fortunately it won’t last long because usually he’s the one who ends up getting riled up.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s loud alright. And he isn’t ashamed of it. He would never try to hide how good you make him feel, or miss an opportunity to call you a good girl and praise your gorgeous body. There will be lots of grunting and groaning and moaning and you revel in every second of it.

X = X-Ray (Let s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s pretty big. Much bigger than average. He looked pretty average when he wasn’t hard, you let that fool you into thinking you could take him pretty easily, he wasn’t that much bigger than anyone else you’d had sex with right?

Your eyes almost popped out of your head when you saw him hard, his dick hard and thick and a blush pink, two thick running on the sides of it.

He assured you that he would make it fit and that you had nothing to be worried about.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s pretty high. Higher than most people at least. You call him your horndog, but like in a nice way, because he always wants it. Even if you spent an entire night screaming his name and being used and stretched in ways that made your pussy as well as your body sore, he would still ask for more the very next morning. He’d respect you if you say no and back off immediately but he’s up for it whenever you want.

ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If he has things on his mind, and if you fall asleep sooner than usual then he’d be up a while. But most of the times he falls asleep quickly after.

#chris evans x reader #chris evans alphabet #chris evans x you #chris evans x y/n #steve rogers x reader #chris evans headcanons

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satoruvt · 3 years

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know i’ll keep it forever

pairing → kim mingyu x reader

word count → 770

genre → fluff. just complete fluff ↳ tags: established relationship, Self Indulgent (tm), mingyu is annoying and my favorite person, cold medicine </3, mingyu being a housewife really, mentions of soup., mc is sick and mingyu is Done, crying i wish this was me rn, a single kiss, cute teasing and banter i think, anniversary shenanigans sick ver

song inspo → emerald by rini <3

warnings → none i think!!!

a/n → guys. this is actually the most self indulgent work ive ever written because its my 1 year with svt and im SICK. anyways i figured i cant do a fic for every member LOL so i decided to do mingyu because he was my very first bias in svt!!!! 1 year is a long time for me hehe so i hope this feels as special to you as it does to me... thank you for reading on such a special day <3

It takes more effort than you thought it would to swallow down the medicine (cherry flavored cold medicine because it was all the store had in stock), and you let out a weak cough when you finish, shivering at what little you could taste of it. Mingyu sighs, taking the the little plastic cup from your hand.

“Stop being dramatic,” he tells you, and you gawk at him like he’s insane.

“Dramatic?” You repeat, motioning to your sick self covered in blankets and surrounded by tissues. “I’m dying!”

Mingyu rolls his eyes but both of you are smiling. In all honesty, this isn’t the worst cold you’ve ever had - more annoying than anything else. You take a generous sip of the water Mingyu’s offered you, hoping it’ll wash away the lingering taste of alcohol and fake cherry. “I can’t believe you got sick on our anniversary,” he says as you swallow. It’s not teasing like before, more like disappointed awe. Neither of you expected your own health to get in the way of things.

You place the glass back on the bedside table, your hand moving to rest on the side of Mingyu’s face. He leans into it. “I’m sorry,” you tell him, feeling guilty. “I know you had a lot planned.”

He shakes his head, hand resting on top of yours. “It’s not your fault. Maybe we needed a night in, anyways. A sign from the gods.”

You giggle but it dissolves into a few coughs, and Mingyu looks at you with puppy dog eyes that make you want to get better immediately. But even at your most resilient, it takes a few days to get back to full health, and you know you’ll be bedridden for a while.

“You’re gonna catch whatever I have if you stay here any longer,” you tell him, moving your hand away from him. Your fever gives you cold chills and all you want is to cuddle up next to him (he’s basically a human heater anyways) but you hold yourself back, not wanting him to share your pain. “You should stay at the dorms tonight.”

“What happened to dying?”

“I’ll die alone if it means you’re safe.”

Mingyu pushes your shoulder with so little force you barely move at all, but you groan out loud like you were punched with all of his weight behind it. “I’m sick and dying,” you wail, writing under your blankets, “and this is what you do to me.”

“Sorry, baby,” Mingyu says, adjusting himself so he stops your wriggling. “Want me to kiss it better?”

You already know where he’s going with this. “Kim Mingyu,” you warn, watching his face come closer. “You will not.”

“Who’s gonna stop me?” He asks, grinning ear to ear. He only gets closer, blankets ruffling under the shift of his weight towards you. “You’re too weak.”

“If you get sick, I’m gonna have to take care of you,” you tell him like it’s a threat. You don’t try to stop him, still. “You’re more dramatic than me, and I’m gonna have to baby you for a week.”

Mingyu shrugs, not bothering to hide his amusement. “I’ll look forward to it.”

And then he kisses you square on the lips, kind and sweet just as usual. He’s warm and your sick brain convinces you that he’s already crossed the line, there’s no use in holding back now, so you melt into him and kiss him back, hoping the medicine taste still doesn’t linger on your lips.

It’s a quick kiss, ending soon after it starts. You flick Mingyu on the forehead and he immediately recoils, whining. “You are unbelievable.”

“Think of it as an anniversary present,” he says, cheeky. You wouldn’t be able to hide the grin on your face even if you wanted to. “It goes along well with the soup I’m about to cook for you.”

“Really,” you hum, watching him clean up a few cough drop wrappers and rogue tissues. You’ve always been aware of it, but you really are lucky.

(Sometimes you think it’s not luck, but fate.)

“Hey,” you call right before Mingyu leaves the bedroom. He turns around to look at you, cute and confused pout on his lips. “You know I love you, right?”

You swear he shines brighter than the sun whenever you tell him. “I know,” he affirms, like he still can’t believe it (like he’s the one who needs to be in disbelief). “I love you too.”

Sleep catches you in a haze of what you can smell of Mingyu’s cologne mixed with the sound of him already starting to sniffle.

#caratwritersclub #kdiner #kpopscape #ficscafe #sick on my very own svt day that is so wrong </3 #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagine #svt x reader #svt imagine #seventeen mingyu x reader #seventeen mingyu imagine #svt mingyu x reader #svt mingyu imagine #kim mingyu x reader #kim mingyu imagine #kpop x reader #kpop imagine #x reader #reader insert

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saiqherrr · 3 years

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.stay mine (c.)

.content warning jealousy fuck, smut, nsfw, rough sex, hair pulling, choking, edging, use of the word slut, possessiveness

.pairing choso x fem!reader

.synopsis you're a shaman that works alongside geto, mahito and choso, doing a lot of dirty work for them. you get a little handsy on the job and choso has to punish you for it.

.a/n this is for a friend LOL. late birthday gift for her. this plot was so fun to work with. LMAO THIS IS SO LATE LIKE- IT REALLY SHOULDN’T HAVE TAKEN ME THIS LONG. i also did not proof read so any errors will be fixed later on ok bye lollolololo

.WC 4.1K

“C’MON, Y/N, LET’S PLAY FOR A LITTLE BIT LONGER.”

you rolled your finger around inside your itchy ear with blase eyes, annoyed with mahito’s childish pleading. fighting with him was fun and all, but he never knew when to take a break. “i already said no, mahito. i’ve been gone too long. my mission was simple and didn’t take long. they’re expecting me to be back.”

getou plunked down in an arm chair, a presumptuous grin on his face. no matter what was going on, he seemed to be entertained by the shenanigans around him. he was almost always relaxed, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him irate or upset that often. however, he carried a bothersome, condescending attitude. he didn’t bother you much, but when he spoke you wanted to deck him in the back of the neck sometimes.

“get back to work.”

you snapped your head at the recognizable, profound voice that came from the entryway of the hideout. you smirk once you saw choso’s face. “someone’s eager for me to leave.” thinking that you had let your guard down, mahito was preparing to land a kick to your head, yet your reflexes and fringe vision permit you to snatch him by the lower leg and pummel his body into the ground. “i said enough mahito.”

he madly giggles with a crazed look in his eyes. you shake your head and bring your attention away from him. choso approached you, his steps echoed throughout the big space.

“not eager, but you’re gonna screw shit up if you don’t get back there soon,” he warns you. he was right and you sighed while smiling, caressing his face and rubbing a finger under his drained eyes. he pushed your hands away gently. he didn’t favor being handsy like this in front of the others. “go.” with a huff, you fix your uniform a bit, flattening down your skirt, before walking out the entryway and making your way to jujutsu tech.

carrying on with this twofold life could get somewhat confounding at times. you were unable to translate who you truly were, however it didn't make any difference to you much. you simply needed to be any place choso was, or doing something for him. in the wake of saving your life in an oddity mishap involving your power and showing you the true worth of your cursed energy, he took you under his wing. he acquainted you to his little “group” that consisted of three other people; mahito, jogo, getou and hanami. you didn’t favor anyone besides choso, involuntarily attached to him and how he treated you. sentiments were reciprocated, being that he had met you subsequent to losing his brothers and you were the lone individual with a human heart that minded or could even feel genuine compassion by any means. everyone in this circle had goals, but you just wanted to be around choso.

sharing a bond together eventually lead to other relations. sexual relations. kissing him was like a drug. touching him was that of a blessing. being touched by him was a gift from god himself. growing up an orphan in and out of shelters your entire life, you had never felt true love, true affection, but you were sure this is what it was like with choso. as close as the two of you were, he kept his distance sometimes. conceivably in light of the fact that he didn’t want to lose you and find himself hurt again. he didn’t claim you as his or exclusively claimed you as his partner. he simply acknowledged you as “the thing he gets to fuck now and then.” you didn’t know if those words were supposed to hurt or not.

arriving back at jujutsu tech, you noticed it was fairly empty. the students must’ve been sent back to their dorms already. was there really a point in coming back here? you gave your report to masamichi and he thanked you graciously for handling the job. you were given the go to leave, but you were stopped in the hallway by a familiar face - one of your mentors. gojo satoru. he was the man you had to watch out for if you ever had to fight him at some point. he was the strongest shaman in the world and he could end your life in two seconds if he wanted to.

he was nine years older than you, looking good for his age of 28. he had a priggish smile on his face and he leaned against a wall, looking at you, even though his eyes were covered by a black blindfold. “hi, gojo,” you hesitantly greeted him.

“y/n,” he sung your name out as he sat up from the wall, inching closer to you with each steady step he took. “glad you came back safe from your mission.” he got uncomfortably close to you and you took two, small steps back.

“yeah...” you say softly. “did you need me for something?”

gojo chuckled before he took his blindfold off, revealing his magnificent, blue irises. you broke eye contact, suddenly feeling shy. “i do need something from you, but...you’re young. i don’t know if you’d shy away from the idea or not.” his voice was nearing a whisper, his tone was teasing.

you were frozen in place, not sure how to respond to his lewd words. could this get you any more information than you already had? no, this could possibly form a bond between the two of you. a faux trust. he’d never suspect you if you got close enough to him.

you’re entire demeanor changed, feigning a seductive smile while bringing your hand to his cheek. “i’m young, but i’m legal, gojo,” you say as your eyes land on his lips that were coated with lip balm, making them appear glossy. “and experienced,” you add.

you don’t know what you were expecting but you felt your heart dive to the lower part of your stomach when gojo had set his cherry-flavored lips on yours. you didn’t kiss back, eyes wide open, too in shock to give him a proper reaction. the only one who ever kissed you was choso. choso. but you couldn’t fully see the harm in it...

you couldn’t see any harm in getting into gojo’s car, stepping into his home, stripping naked in front of him, having him impale your hole with his long cock, having him kiss your lips with hunger, having him leave hickeys along your neck, collarbone and breasts... he even promised to keep you around. you didn’t see the harm in it at all. he must’ve had his eye on you for some time - he fucked you like a feral animal, but he whimpered like a bitch like he had been dying to plunge his dick inside of your wet cunt for months.

after a short cat-nap, you woke up besides gojo. he snored lightly, no blankets over his half- bare body and he had his back to you. you decided it was a good time to leave, getting off the king-sized bed and picking up your garments that were sprawled on the floor. you freshened up in his bathroom, got dressed and left his house without waking him.

you took a taxi to get to the area in which the hideout was in, careful not to let anyone get to close. you walked along the trail until you approached the broken door of the soiled house, wondering when they’ll be switching locations. it was late, but getou, mahito and choso were up playing a board game in the assumed living room.

getou’s slanted eyes rolled up to look at you. “you’re back later than usual.”

“yeah...” choso mumbles. his back was turned to you as he was analyzing the game they were playing, ensuring that his next move was a smart one.

mahito chuckles when he sees you. “surprised you were gone for so long, y/n. you hate being departed from your choso-kun,” he teases. you feigned exacerbation and chuckled. “where were you?”

“with gojo,” you answered him nonchalantly.

“oh?” getou’s head rose to fully look at you.

choso’s neck turned to take a gander at you. his stresses over the game had immediately disseminated and he was more worried with regards to why you looked so unkempt and had hickeys scattered around your neck. “did you fuck him?”

“yeah.” you dropped your belongings on a chipped, wooden table. you yawned while taking off the tight, uniform jacket, pulling it off of your arms with your as clothes. “thought it’d be good to keep him wrapped around my finger so that he trusts me mor-”

those strong, pragmatic reflexes from earlier today had bombed you just now, for you were cut off by your own gasp when choso had pulled you by the collar of your white dress shirt. his knuckles became white and his dark strands of hair that curtained his face scarcely concealed the compromising glare that his cold eyes were giving you.

betrayal, all choso could feel was betrayal. sure, you weren’t his partner and he couldn’t bring himself to claim you as his, but he didn’t expect you to go out and fuck someone other than him. it was a selfish assumption, but choso was too caught up in the moment to give a damn about being fair right now.

“so you gave your body away to some fucking stranger?!” choso fervently reprimanded you, fixing the grasp on your shirt. mahito watched with a goofy smile on his face while getou put a hand to his temple, cocking his head to the side as if he was trying to predict what would happen next.

“i-i-i...ch-choso...he’s n-not a stranger... i thought-” you stammered on your words, frightened by the way he manhandled you. choso never wanted to hurt you before. he brought his free hand, raising it up in the air before the back of his lanky hand hit against your cheek, causing you to yelp as your eyes began to burn with fresh tears.

he scoffs when he notices you’re on the verge of crying. he lets go of your shirt and grabs a handful of your hair before yanking your head as he walked out of the living room, going up the squeaky, unstable steps of the house. it felt like a thousand needles had hit your scalp as he dragged you by your hair up into the empty bedroom. the room, for the most part, was empty excluding a decent mattress that you had been sleeping on for the past few nights. he threw you onto the mattress after slamming the door shut.

“since when did you become a slut?” he snaps at you. you swallowed at his words as you sat up on the mattress. after locking the door he comes to the bed to lean over you, push you down, and snatch your wrists. one was pinned above your head while the other was pinned beside it. he had your body caged and all you could do was ball your hands up into fists and look away to avoid his menacing gaze. “answer me.”

“choso, did i hurt you?” you gave answered his question with a question. he narrowed his eyes as he studied your appearance. your face was covered in desperation, obviously flushed from getting pinned down this way. although you looked away, your guilt-ridden eyes came back to him, holding innocence. your nipples were showing through your dress shirt and and the hickeys on your skin just made you look ten times more obscene than you already did.

“you disgust me...” he sneered, nostrils flaring with anger. both of you were terrible at answering questions. he gripped your wrists tighter, he might as well have ripped your skin. “your body is diseased. are you fucking proud of yourself?”

your breath hitched, the insults hurt more than the slap he gave you moments ago. you felt extremely humiliated by the fact that this slander was slipping out from his lips with no problem. “i didn’t feel like i belonged to you...” your voice was laced with shame and inferiority.

“but you do.” his words had your mind spinning a mile a minute, confused because his actions didn’t align with this statement. they also had you spinning for another reason: you were suddenly in heat, legs squirming once you felt yourself drooling with juices. everything about this was embarrassing, you couldn’t help the fact that being degraded like this was so fucking hot. you even frowned when one of his hands let go of one of your wrists. he looks down to see your legs moving and lifts up your skirt to find you dampening your cotton panties. “you’re getting off to this, aren’t you?” you didn’t answer him, closing your eyes shut as you tried to hump yourself instead. he shifted his knee in between your legs and it just barely brushed against your warmth.

“choso, please...i want you. i want to show you i’m sorry,” you whined, still squirming in his grasp. you grinded yourself against his knee, panting heavily with desperation. “i’m so sorry...”

choso was tired of your bitching, growing more irritated by the second, yet yearning for you all at the same time. he wanted to teach you a lesson. he needed to. how dare you assume you could fuck anyone else besides him just because he didn’t claim you? he hoped that you’d know just by a mutual feeling, but maybe he expected too much from you. you were still dense, young and highly immature. he found you to be somewhat of an airhead sometimes. for fuck’s sake, you couldn’t even process that what choso was feeling was simply envy and betrayal right now.

he pulled down his pants, full taking them off before rubbing himself through his boxers, groaning at how it stood against his thigh, pulsating for her. he hated that he was aroused by her in this state. he truly wanted to just hate you, he really did. but he couldn’t. he needed you just as much as you needed him.

your hand reached out to touch his face but he slapped it away harshly. “choso, say something, please,” you whined once more, fully ticking him off at this point. he took off his underwear swiftly before grabbing you by your hair again.

he stood on his knees, guiding your head to face his stiff, cock. he didn’t want to hear you right now. the only thing he wanted to hear was you slobbering his dick with your wet mouth. he wanted to hear you gagging and choking on his throbbing dick. he poked your lips with his flushed tip that was considerably a dark hue than the remainder of his length. you parted your lips to give him access into your mouth. your cheeks went hollow as you began to suck him off, fisting whatever you couldn't reach with your small hands. you didn’t expect much from this until his tip kissed the back of your throat, daring to go any farther.

for the first time, he pushed your head down, forcing you to take every inch of his cock inside your wet, warm mouth. he murmured with fulfillment as he watched your throat swell, mouth completely loaded down with his veiny cock. nothing else could be heard in the room other than the vulgar regurgitating and gargling that came from your mouth. his balls slapped against your chin rhythmically as he began to slowly buck his hips. spit trickled down to your chin, tears littered in the corner of your eyes - he was ruthless with the way he face fucked you, not seeing you as the person he cared so deeply for. you were simply just a cocksleeve to him right now. your jaw ignited with torment as it began to ache, your throat inflamed, air consistently being dissuaded. meanwhile, choso shamelessly grunted and groaned, feeling anything but discomfort. your mouth took his cock so well each time it slid down. he put a hand on your neck just to feel himself encroach the walls of your throat with each thrust.

a violent and desperate scratch on his thigh was all it took for him to stop. he pulled away from your mouth and you gasped as you fell back onto the mattress, trying to receive as much air as you possibly could. you went into a hacking fit, holding your sore throat with half-lidded eyes.

he watched you recover, rolling his eyes at how pathetic you look. “i bet if gojo asked you to take i down like that you would, right?” his words sounded like white noise, your brain excessively fluffed out to fathom anything he said to you.

“keep talking to me like that...” you responded to him in a raspy voice, standing up on your knees, supporting the scruff of his neck as you inclined in to suck on spots you knew by heart.

he looked down at you like you had lost your fucking mind. he might’ve completely broke you - or maybe you had enjoyed this all along and didn’t know until now. “bet you hiked up your skirt in front of the bastard on purpose, yeah? desperate for some fucking attention, selling yourself out like the slut you are, hm?”

he pulled your skirt off of your legs while your lips were still latched onto his pale flesh, giving it splotches of color with every love mark you left on him. your thigh highs that concealed your legs remained on for choso’s own pleasure. you took one hand and unfastened your dress shirt, uncovering your exposed bosoms under it and choso helped to pull it off of your arms. his hand then reached to the space between your thighs, pinching your skin in numerous places before rubbing two fingers against wet core. your cunt was so swollen that he could see the outline of your lips pressing against the cotton of your underwear.

he grabbed the back of your neck and gently pressed the sides of it with his fingers, pulling you off of his skin. his lustful eyes gazed into yours. “you’re mine and you’re gonna stay mine. you belong to me...say it with me.” his two fingers have now pushed aside your panties, slowly rubbing your puffy clit.

“you belong to me.”

“i belong to you.”

and he was going to make sure you didn’t forget it.

he dipped his fingers right into your core at the sound of your voice, causing you to go weak in the knees, holding onto his chest for momentum. you fell like a feather when he pushed you down onto the mattress, head rolling as you felt his fingers massaging your walls. you tucked your bottom lip in between your teeth and your top lip, just barely biting the flesh, closing your eyes. choso’s fingers were coated in your juices as they plunged into your hole repeatedly. he moved them in a scissoring motion, procuring a few whimpers from you. you squirmed as his fingers stretched your opening and he held you down by pushing down on your thigh. his fingers pecked your g-spot before he was deliberately ramming into it, bringing you closer to your release.

“i’m gonna’...i’m gonna cum!” you cried, setting yourself up for overpowering delight you were going to feel, just to be left on the edge of your climax when choso pulled out your fingers. you mindlessly reached for his wrist, trying to pull him back to your cunt but he pulled away aggressively with a smirk on his face. your cunt clenched around nothing, desperately yearning for a release.

his fingers hastily flicked your clit, sending waves of euphoria throughout your body, your orgasm just two or three flicks away and once he sees your straining face, he stops again.

“fuck choso! fucking quit it!” you were more frustrated than aroused, on the verge of losing your fucking mind.

“sluts don’t get to-”

he couldn’t finish his sentence because you had suddenly straddled him, your legs on either side of one of his legs as you gripped onto his shoulders. a chill ran down his spine once he felt your bloated, drooling cunt on his bare skin. you frantically humped his thigh, not giving a shit about how pathetic you looked.

choso watched you throw your head back as you drove yourself to your climax. you needed it so bad. you’d probably kill for this fucking orgasm. choso felt your thighs vibrating viciously against his leg as you drew nearer to your delivery, the speed of your hips wavering without wanting to. he chose to be permissive and snatched your hips, grating your hot cunt against his skin.

“if you’re gonna cum, then cum already...” he aggressively encouraged her through a hushed voice, panting as her body brushed against his aching cock.

“i’m cumming, i’m-” you screwed your eyes shut once you felt every cell of your body completely evaporate for one quick second before coming back all at once. your toes curled, your grip on his shoulders got tighter and your stomach convulsed uncontrollably. you felt embarrassed by the fact that he could make you so desperate, so needy, yearning for pleasure.

“greedy fucking bitch...” he growled. the whines that whimsically got away from your lips had moved toward a boisterous, broken moan that you both were certain mahito and getou heard from ground floor. choso’s leg was now a sticky mess, your fluids smeared all over his leg as you continued to ride out your orgasm. “...cumming before i could even fuck you.”

he let you relax for a bit, your head laying on his shoulder as you panted heavily, pussy still clenching around a cock that wasn’t there, still being greedy as ever. he lifted your hips, situating his cock below your entrance before slowly sliding you down his length. your breath hitched, voice abruptly non-existent as you attempted to groan, however nothing came out.

his hips moved upwards with very little strength, for he depended on you to ride him. his hot breath fanned over your sweaty skin as he breathed heavily. he exploited the couple of inches you had over him and gotten one of your firm areolas in the middle of his teeth, nibbling on it. he hungrily began to suck on your breasts, switching between the two when he got tired of one. your body shuddered every time his warm mouth would switch to the other breasts, leaving the other cold. his lips latched onto the skin around your nipple and began to suck harshly, leaving purple-ish red marks on your derma. he made sure to leave his mark on you, ensuring that the next time gojo stripped you of your clothes, he’ll see reminders of who you really belong to.

you rolled your hips to his liking, his cock feverishly invading your insides, feeling him in your lower stomach. you hadn’t fully recovered from your orgasm, yet you somehow found some the strength to began bouncing yourself on his dick. each time you came down on his cock, it pushed a ribald moan from your throat.

choso didn’t rely on you anymore and he began to buck his hips upwards with a quick pace, almost animalistically. “i’m gonna cum in this pussy...” he whispered while your waist was seized by his calloused hands. “you wanna feel all my fucking cum, right?”

you attempted to give him response, but your voice, again, failed you and all you could do was moan and nod your head. choso wasn’t accepting that.

“use your words.”

“i’m...i...i want you, i wanna feel a-all your fucking cum,” you blabbered before the rest of your words came out incoherent.

you both were coated with sweat, bodies glistening under the very little moonlight that had poured through the dirty windows of the room. you felt another layer rise on your skin as choso continued to impale your pussy with his cock.

“gonna keep all of it in, yeah?”

you nodded quickly, tangling your fingers in his raven locks of hair as you were reaching another orgasm. “’m gonna cum...” you whimpered, eyes closed, head thrown back.

“cum with me,” he whispered before he delivered his last few thrusts to you, bringing the both of you to a simultaneous release. strings of his cum spurted inside of your cunt, filling you up to the brim. he lays your limp body down and thrusts himself inside of you a few more times to ensure that every last drop stayed in. you muscles clenched, desperately trying to take it all, but some inevitably slid down your sore hole.

choso had come to the realization that it was impossible to be mad at you for long, after all, you were artless. none of that mattered anymore, you were under his control now and there wasn’t anyone who could change that, not even gojo. the cum that clogged your cunt was a reminder that you were his and now you had no reason to believe different.

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Killer- Harry Styles x fem!reader

hii everyone!!! it feels like ive been gone for so long. I have so many wips but no motivation to finish them lol. new harry photos inspired me today bc i absolutely want harry to rail me while covered in blood,,, anywhoooo please reblog!!!!! it motivates me so much when i get love on my writing!!!

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warnings: daddy kink, sub y/n, dom harry, fake blood, throat fucking and covid doesn’t exist bc fuck that <3

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“Cut!” Olivia yells ending the intense scene Harry was filming. “Take a little break H, then we’ll do the next scene with the blood”. Harry sighs wiping his forehead while trying not to mess up the carefully placed fake blood. He walks to the snack table, picking up a tiny water bottle and drinking it quickly.

“Hey killer,” he hears from beside him, looking to see his girlfriend of two years. She’s looking up at him with a soft smirk on her pretty face. She was bored at home, and she thought that Harry would appreciate her company at work for a little bit. What she wasn’t expecting was Harry to be covered in blood, wielding a knife and shouting like Billy from Scream, her first celebrity crush. Call her sadistic, but there was just something about scary hot men, covered in blood that just riled her up.

“Baby! What are yeh doin’ here?” he gasps.

“Oh you know, just came to visit my favorite movie star,” y/n murmurs leaning up to kiss his cheek before looking behind him, “ooh here she is now! Hi Florence!” Harry groans, pouting down at the girl as she pulls his co-star into a big hug.

“Why yeh gotta steal my girl every time she comes to set Flo,” he asks rhetorically, making a large mistake in the process. y/n and Florence share a mischievous look before bursting out into song.

“Everybody wanna steal my girl! Everybody wanna take her heart away! Couple people in the whole wide world! Find another cuz’ she belongs to me!” Harry groans again, before covering her mouth with his hand. y/n licks his palm and he pulls away quickly. Florence starts up a conversation with an extra, leaving the couple to themselves.

“You’re gross,” he says pointedly before grabbing her and wrapping his arms around his girl.

“And you’re hot.” y/n returns with the same tone. Harry pulls away from the hug, raising his eyebrows at the girl. “How do you look so good covered in fake blood?”

“Only you would think I look good covered in fake blood, my love,” he humours. y/n pouts shaking her head softly.

“No, no I think your fans would agree with me on this one. How much longer do you have before you need to be out there again? Wanna take me to your trailer?” she speaks smiling up at him. y/n knows how to get Harry riled up, batting her eyelashes always works when she wants him, and pretending to be innocent despite how much of a little tease she is. y/n was now grateful for the pretty floral dress she chose today, which was one that Harry, on many occasions, told her drove him crazy. The combination of his messy hair, the fake blood splattered across his body and watching him act scary and tough during the scene when she first arrived made her want him even more than she already did. y/n wanted him rough and mean. She wanted her daddy.

“You little minx,” Harry smiles down at her, pulling her hips towards him.

“I have no idea what you mean by that H,” she giggles wrapping her arms around his neck.

“C’mon bunny, let's see how long I have to take care of my girl,” he pulls her along by her hand, finding the assistant director, and asking her how long until they start filming again.

“We’re having a few technical difficulties, so you’ll have about an hour,” she pauses, looking at the girl partially hidden behind Harry, “but if your hair and makeup gets messed up, you need to come back thirty minutes earlier so that it can get fixed”. Harry chuckles while y/n hides behind him more. Shy little thing she is, always gets embarrassed when people know things about their sex life. He turns them around and begins to walk to his trailer, pulling open the door, he leads her into the small area. Once the door is closed, y/n immediately drops to her knees tugging on his trousers. Harry quickly grabs a hold of her wrists.

“Wanna suck me off angel? What about you?” he questions. She whines, pulling her wrists out of his grip and unzipping his pants. She nods murmuring a small “you first” before taking his length out, pushing his pants down his legs. Harry’s already hard. How could he not be when his love wore his favorite dress and teased him just the way she knows drives him wild.

“S’pretty” y/n giggles up at him, and that’s how he can tell she’s feeling very submissive today.

“Yeah bunny? Like daddy’s cock?” Harry questions again, gathering her hair in his hands. y/n nods in response, leaning forward to lick the tip. Harry tuts softly, tugging her head away from him. “Use your words, I won’t repeat myself.” he growls, his accent thick and voice stern.

“Sorry daddy, love your cock,” y/n hums. Harry allows her mouth to get close to him once again, not releasing his grip on her hair completely. She presses a few soft kisses to the vein running up his length before taking it in his mouth. The sweet little thing bobs her head up and down, using her hand to stroke the part she can't reach. Harry’s body is instantly wracked in pleasure, his stomach tensing up and his head thrown back as y/n sucks him exactly how he likes it.

“Pretty girl,” he moans, “doin’ so good for me, always so fuckin’ good for me darling”. y/n knew she was dripping, his dominant persona never failed to get her going. She pressed her thighs together and wiggled her hips slightly, thanking whoever was up there that Harry was feeling too good to notice because she knew he wouldn’t hesitate to pull her over his lap and spank her till she was crying and her bum was sore for getting off without permission. Pulling off his cock and beginning to stroke it with both her hands is what causes Harry to look back down at the girl. “s’wrong ?” he speaks.

“Fuck my throat please?” her voice is quiet and her eyes are glossy.

“Yeh lost your voice last time baby, were sore f’days. Don’t wanna hurt you again,” Harry reasons. The pout on her spit covered lips grows, looking up at him with her glistening eyes.

“but I liked it last time, daddy. Pleaaaase?” she begs. She was being a brat, but he didn’t wanna punish her for lack of time. Harry’s mind was racing.

“God you’re so fucking cute. If it gets to be too much you tap my thigh three times? Okay bunny? You gotta Promise me,” he gives in. y/n bounces a little on her knees excitedly.

“Promise daddy, we’ll stop if it's too much,” she agrees, shifting forward on her knees greedily opening her mouth. Harry couldn't help himself, moving forward himself he grips her hair, tilting her head back at the same time.

“Such a greedy little girl aren’t yeh?” he hums, “would let me do anything to you”. y/n nods as much as she can with his tight grip in her hair. Harry opens his mouth again, spitting directly onto her tongue. “Swallow.” he watches y/n’s throat bob and then reopens her mouth, showing him that she did in fact swallow it all. “Good girl,” he praises, “ready?”

She nods excitedly. Harry uses his grip on her hair to guide his cock into her mouth. As he pushes himself further into her throat he hears her gag, he pulls out, letting her breath for a moment. y/n breathes deeply a few times before opening her mouth again, letting him re-enter. Harry begins to thrust his hips, a shallow pattern interrupted by the wet sounds of y/n’s throat. He doesn’t take his eyes off her this time, wanting to watch her for two reasons: it was so fucking hot, and to make sure she’s okay. Sometimes his angel had the habit of pushing herself too far when it comes to Harry’s pleasure. He needed to make sure she wasn’t in any unbearable pain because of how big he was. As Harry’s thrusts became quicker, y/n let out some whimpers of her own, telling Harry that she was pressing her thighs together, hoping to relieve some pressure.

“Fuck, bunny, m’so close,” he groans. y/n moves her hand to cup his balls, fondling them how she knows he likes. With one last thrust, Harry pulls out, jerking himself over y/n’s tongue, cumming in thick ropes. y/n envelopes his head in her mouth again, draining him completely. When she pulls away a string of spit connects her lips to the tip of Harry’s cock, making it twitch again. He moves his hand to her face to break the string, rubbing his thumb over her wet lips as he once again watches her swallow. Harry pulls his pants up his thighs, buttoning them and redoing the belt given to him by the costume specialist on set. He took a seat on the couch, adjusting himself before patting his thigh to signal to the dazed out girl that he wanted her near.

“C’mon baby,” he ordered. y/n stands on shaky legs, wobbling over to her boyfriend, sitting back on the couch, arms spread over the back. God her daddy is so hot. She takes a seat on his lap, placing her hands onto his shoulders. The white button down he was wearing had red blood spatter, just like his face. The thought of Harry making someone bleed, made her even more wet, holy, she’s gross. Why does this turn her on?

“Daddy,” she whimpers, grinding her clothed center against his crotch. Harry almost allows her to continue her endeavor before he remembers his probably expensive costume trousers.

“Can’t make a mess of daddy’s clothes angel,” he moves his hand to her panties, feeling that she soaked through the undergarment, “soakin’ wet f’me aren’t yeh sweetheart?”

“All f’you daddy,” y/n moans. Harry moves y/n so she’s laying down on the couch. Pushing her dress over her hips and he feels himself get slightly hard again when he sees the pink, cherry covered panties that y/n chose for today.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he hisses, pulling them down her thighs, leaving a seductive kiss to the smooth skin of her knee.

“Please,” she keens, desperately bucking her hips as Harry’s hands move over her hips.

“Please what angel? Gotta ask for it bunny,” he speaks lowly, making sure she hangs onto every word.

“Please, want your fingers H,” y/n begs. Harry smirks at the girl. Pulling off the fake wedding band that was used for filming. Something felt wrong about fucking the girl he was one day going to marry with a wedding ring on his hand. He placed the ring in his pocket before rubbing his fingers over her sopping wet cunt. Her hips bucked into his hand. After playing with her swollen clit for a moment he slipped a finger into her tight hole.

“Always so tight sweet girl,” he growled. Pumping his long finger in and out of her, after he felt that she was loose enough he slipped another one inside her. Hearing her whines get louder, leaned close, pressing his lips to hers. When he began to rub his thumb over her clit along with fucking her with his fingers, she let out a sound that was between a scream and a squeal. Covering her mouth with his other hand he spoke into her ear gruffly, “shh bunny, just take it. Be a good girl for me”. He feels her hips buck suddenly, feeling her clench around him. “Cum f’me pet, soak my hand,” he grunted. y/n tried to close her legs but Harry was having none of it, he pried her legs open as she reached her high.

“Feels so good daddy, please don’t stop. Please please please ngh!” she rambled, tears beginning to stream down her cheeks. Harry smiled, continuing to work y/n through her orgasm. He only removed his thumb from her clit when she started writhing away from him. Harry lifted her onto his chest, laying down on the couch. He lifted the patterned blanket off the back of the couch, placing it over the pair.

“Thank you,” she hummed softly into his neck. Harry ran his hand up her back, pressing a few kisses to her forehead. Her favorite form of aftercare has always been a good cuddle. Sometimes she likes a bath and then for Harry to brush her hair, but that was only when they had a very rough session where Harry threw a little bit of name calling in there. She liked when he was rough with her but sometimes her dazed out brain would really think that daddy thought she was just a slut. Harry always worked quickly to reassure his pretty girl that she was absolutely everything to him and help draw her out of her subspace.

“Have to go back soon,” he sighs

“Mmm don’t goooooo,” she groaned, trying to wiggle closer to him.

“Can come back with me baby,” he responds.

“I look like a mess H,” she complains. She sat up taking the small compact mirror of her bag on the floor, pulling out a makeup wipe as well. y/n wiped the mascara stains on her cheeks.

“You look like a goddess,” he says.

“Sure killer,” she hums. y/n picks her panties off the floor, sliding them back up her legs. Harry stands as well, moving to look in the mirror and see if he messed anything else.

“What’re yeh doin for the rest of the day angel?” he speaks softly, watching his girlfriend put herself together again. Her legs were still a bit shaky so Harry walked to the small fridge in the corner, pulling out a small bottle of iced tea. He pops the bottle open before handing it to her.

“Thanks bub, uh, I think I might go home and have a nap, miss you a bunch, take naughty photos and send them to you, you know. The usual,” she hums, taking a sip of the sugary drink.

“My little minx hmm?” he asks, placing his hands on her face. y/n threw arms around her neck, pressing a soft kiss to the mole beside his mouth. She brushes her thumb over the blood on his cheek.

“My scary man. I love you,” she muses.

“Love yeh too, bunny”.

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