#‘ew god I hate this’ ‘oh so then can I have it’ ‘No fuck off.’

[kxllerblond]

themes of duality are a curse because ill never get to have any sort of will/hannibal dynamic here because i already have it and it's just clark/himself.

#stares out a rainy window. puts my hand on the glass and whispers to myself #god i fucking hate my own muse i hate him so much #and clark is like a magnet in the sense he tends to repel any archetypes too close to his own and so he's just #bite bite bite at both types of characters lmAO #which ig can lend to some fun dynamics but he'll never have that mmm toxic obsessed stuff because he just like #dips. he ghosts. he's like oh nurrr i see to much of me in u gotta gooooooooooooo #or worse he pretends he doesnt and is instead just like ew ur gross for no reason im not projecting at all i just hate u and im also better #than u byeeeeeeeeeee xoxo #tbd #well ok ig if we're being honest he'd get along with will types better but he'd be able to see that shift and spiral and THEN he'd dip #but up until that point theyd be a power duo ig like omg smart besties #but hannibal types he goes for the throat right off the bat like it's on sight with them he just has a feral hatred immed kjfgbkfgh

[unfinishedslurs]

aware of his bisexuality steve (steddie, buckingham)

“Is that a hickey?” Comes out of Steve’s mouth without permission. But there it is, bright purple and red against the slope of her neck. She’s been walking kind of funny this morning, too. He’d assumed her period came early, but… “Rob, did you—“

Eddie fumbles the coffee mug he was pulling down. Chrissy freezes, face turning white with fear. Robin whips around, face bright red, and slaps a hand over her neck. 

“Bathroom!” She yelps. “Bathroom now!”

“Wait,” Eddie says, setting the mug down with trembling hands. “It was me. Sorry, man.”

Steve stares at him, unimpressed. Why the fuck would he lie about—

He looks at Chrissy again, who takes a nervous step back, and it clicks. 

“Right,” he says, nodding quickly. “You. You gave Robin a hickey. Had totally awesome sex that she didn’t even tell me about.” He directs that last bit at Robin pointedly. He told her almost immediately when he lost his guy-ginity. Traitor. “Yep. Sure. Got it.”

Eddie blinks, confused. Robin buries her face in her hands. 

“Oh my god, calm down,” she groans. “That’s not going to work. Steve’s cool.”

“Cool?” Chrissy asks, still looking ready to bolt. 

“Super cool,” he assures her. “The coolest. So incredibly cool, even if my best friend didn’t even tell me when she lost her virginity.”

“Steve!”

“Sorry, sorry,” he says. “But I am going to need details, Buckley. We can go over what worked, and what needs more oomph.”

“Oh my god, can we talk about this anywhere else,” Robin groans, at the same time Eddie asks, “What, so you can get off on it later?”

“What,” Steve says. 

“You think two girls are hot, is that it?” He’s got a sneer on his face now, but Steve’s more observant than Dustin gives him credit for. Even if he wasn’t, it’d be hard to miss how hard his hands are shaking, the nervous tilt to his mouth. 

“Ew.” Steve’s face screws up. “Dude, no. It’s Robin.”

“Hey, fuck you,” Robin breaks in, from where she’s started comforting Chrissy. “You thought I was hot for at least a summer.”

His mouth drops open in betrayal. “We agreed to never talk about that again!”

“Can’t help being sexy,” she coons. Chrissy giggles wetly. “You wanna get married, Harrington? Have my babies? Stay home and raise six little nuggets while I bring home the bread?”

“I hate you,” he informs her. “Hate you so much. We’ll have a nice, heterosexual wedding and share a sad, heterosexual kiss, and you’ll carry me over the threshold of our nice, heterosexual house, and we’ll have boring, heterosexual sex that gives us nice, heterosexual babies, because we are so heterosexual and happy in our suburburban house in our nice little heterosexual town.”

He’s honestly kind of proud of himself for saying heterosexual so many times. Usually he fumbles words with that many syllables, especially after that many times in a row. 

Chrissy is outright laughing, now, endearing little snorts making their way between giggles. Eddie is looking between them like they’re a puzzle he can’t piece together. Robin grins.

“I’ll cuck you with the secretary.”

“Not if I cuck you first. You’ll be away all day in that office of yours, and I need someone big and strong to carry all the new furniture I ordered.”

“I knew it! I knew Timmy wasn’t mine!”

“Oh, but I couldn’t help myself,” he swoons. “Mark was just so sweet, with his bulging biceps and hand flexes, all hot and sweaty from helping poor little me while you were away! You know I’m weak to curly hair and brown eyes, Rob, how’s a man supposed to resist?”

“Fag,” she says, not without affection. 

“Dyke,” he shoots back. 

“Cocksucker.”

“Carpet—“

“Okay,” Eddie breaks in, clapping his hands. He and Robin both startle, and so does Chrissy from where she’s been watching them like a particularly interesting tennis match. “What the fuck is going on?”

“Robin lost her virginity and didn’t even tell me,” Steve says immediately, like he’s tattling to the principal. 

“Steve doesn’t seem to understand the concept of waiting,” Robin retorts. 

“I told you when I had gay sex,” he whines, and Eddie chokes. “I hate you. See if I ever give you tips again.”

“Oh, is that what you meant?” Chrissy asks. “Please don’t stop. They were good tips.”

Robin flushes all the way down to her toes. 

“You like boys?” Eddie wheezes. 

“Oh,” Steve blinks. “Yeah? I thought you knew.”

“You thought I—how would I know?”

The fuck is that supposed to mean? Steve’s been flirting with him for months!

“Robin always says we can sense each other! You sensed her.”

“You told him?” Eddie’s mouth drops open, and Robin looks sheepish.

“She didn’t have to,” Steve snarks. “You’re flagging in Hawkins, man. Was I supposed to miss it?”

“You know what flagging is?”

“Again, in case you missed it, I fuck men.”

“Fuck,” Eddie mutters. “Fuck! Christ, I can’t believe this. You’re, like, the epitome of heterosexual. I spent half of high school having to hear about how much pussy you were getting. Why are you not straight?”

“Wow, Eddie,” he deadpans. “Are you saying just because I like men and woman, I’m not queer enough? That’s kind of homophobic of you, man.”

“Yeah, Eddie, wow,” Robin says. “I thought you were better than this.” 

“Fuck off,” Eddie says. “I feel like I need to lie down. My entire worldview just shattered.”

“I have a couch?” Chrissy offers shyly. “Or a bedroom, if you need a minute away.” Fuck, Steve kind of adores her. Especially since she’s apparently vicious n bed, if the five other hickies he counts just from Robin bending down a little to whisper in her ear are any indication. Good for her.  

“Don’t worry, Eddie,” Robin says, with a glint in her eye that means he’s either going to love or hate what comes next. “If it helps, Steve’s never fucked a man in his life.”

Eddie’s brow furrows, looking between the two of them. “So…you’re just making fun of me?”

He looks a little angry now, and Steve can’t make heads or tails of this conversation because, “What the hell, Rob, yes I have—“

“Oh, so suddenly you’re the one doing the fucking?”

“Stop making fun of me for taking it!”

Eddie lets out an honest to god moan that he immediately slaps his hand over his mouth to cover up. “Right,” he says fervently. “Okay. I need to lie down, like, for real.” 

They watch him stride down the hall, so fast he’s almost running, and slam the door closed behind him.

“I could totally top,” he mutters to Robin as something that sounds vaguely like muffled screaming echoes down the hall. “I top girls all the time. It’s not my fault prostates are a gift from God.”

“Uh, you top because all the girls you fuck are from small town Indiana. If one of them brought out the strap you’d drop to your knees so fast—“

“That’s—I like topping!”

“Your favorite position is cowgirl. Forgive me if I don’t believe you.”

“I will show Chrissy your baby pictures,” he hisses. Robin makes a face at him. Chrissy nods excitedly from where she’s still tucked under Robin’s arm. 

“Oh what’s that?” Robin practically shouts. “You like being pressed against walls and ravished? You want someone to tie you up and have their filthy way with you? Is that what you said, Steve?”

Another noise from the bedroom. He narrows his eyes at her. “What are you doing?”

“Helping,” she says sweetly. “You’re both hopeless.”

“I told you he’s shy!”

“Eddie?” Chrissy asks. “Shy?”

“Yeah, okay, I was confused too, but I figured it was the romance! He told me he hasn’t actually been in a relationship before, I assumed he was nervous to take that step.”

“Yeah, but dingus,” Robin says sweetly. “You’re missing a puzzle piece here. He thought you were straight. He thought he was flirting with his straight best friend he didn’t have a chance in hell with, and then he finds out that said best friend likes taking it up the ass and men with brown eyes.”

“Oh,” Steve says, realization dawning. “Oh, fuck. What if he doesn’t like me like that?”

Robin smacks the back of his head. “Why are you stupid?”

“I don’t think you have to worry about that,” Chrissy says. “Like, really don’t have to worry about that.”

“I’m not coming over tonight,” Robin says. “I’m gonna stay with Chrissy again. Er…if that’s okay?”

“That sounds amazing.” Chrissy beams, and Robin turns red again.

“Yeah, I’m going to stay with Chrissy again tonight. You are going to invite Eddie to stay the night when he gets done with his little crisis, and then we’re getting lunch at the diner tomorrow and you can tell me about it before our shift.”

“Right,” Steve says. “Right, I can do this. I’ve invited guys over before, how hard can it be? It’s just Eddie. But that was hotel rooms, not my house and my bedroom with my shitty wallpaper. And it’s Eddie. Fuck, what if I’m shit at it? Robin, what if I’m actually bad at sex and everyone who’s ever said I was good was lying because they didn’t want to hurt my feelings? Oh my god, I’m totally bad at sex.”

“Woah, dingus, slow down. I think we took the mind meld too far, you’re turning into me.”

“If it helps, I don’t think you’re bad at sex,” Chrissy says. Steve and Robin look at her, and she flushes. “Because of the tips! Not because—I’ve never slept with you, but some of my friends did, and I got three orgasms out of last night, so…”

“Oh thank God,” he breathes. “I was worried for a minute.” Then he raises an eyebrow at Robin, and holds out his hand for a high five. She slaps it, begrudgingly proud of herself, and then takes the hand to pull him into a headlock that’s honestly more of a hug than anything. 

“You’re fine,” she whispers in his ear. “You’re great at sex, as you keep telling me. What’s more, you’re funny, charming, handsome, brave, caring—“

“Aww, Robin, are you getting sappy on me?”

“Plus Eddie literally moaned in front of you when he found out you bottomed. I really don’t think there’s a way to fuck that up.”

Steve grins. “He did do that. I’m going to make so much fun of him later.”

“So,” Eddie says with a smirk, “men with brown eyes?”

“Hey man, don’t look at me. Blame Jonathan.”

Now Eddie looks stunned, mouth dropping open. “Byers?” He says, sounding betrayed. “You have a crush on Byers of all people?”

Steve feels offended on Jonathan’s behalf. “What’s that supposed to mean? Jonathan’s a good guy!”

“I guess.”

“What do you mean you guess? He’s sweet, passionate, good with kids, nice eyes. Can pack a punch. I mean, what’s not to like?”

“Uh, didn’t he steal your girlfriend?”

He waves that off. “That was, like, years ago, man. We’re cool now.”

“Right, okay,” Eddie mutters. “Well have fun with Byers, I guess.”

It clicks. “Oh,” he says. “Oooh. You’re jealous.”

Eddie splutters. “Jealous? I’m not—I don’t—you’re jealous!”

“Oh, am I?”

“Yes,” Eddie says resolutely, not looking at him. 

“Right,” Steve agrees. “Well, if I am jealous, maybe I should know that I got over Jonathan years ago, and have since moved on to brighter, hopefully more attainable pastures than my ex’s ex.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“A different man with brown eyes?” He suggests. “Who is also good with kids, and passionate, and…” he trails off, suddenly realizing all those times Robin made fun of him might not be based on nothing. “Oh my god, I have a type. Shit, I have to tell Robin she was right.”

“I figured that was a common occurrence.”

“Shut up. Where was I going with this? I had a point.”

“You were telling me how awesome I am?”

“Oh, suddenly it’s you we’re talking about?”

“I mean,” suddenly Eddie looks shy, and Steve can’t help but think even with the change in context he might have been right when he told Robin Eddie was nervous about being in a real, romantic relationship, “isn’t it?”

He feels himself smile, slow and wide and probably more revealing than he means it to be. “Yeah,” he says, in a tone he knows Robin would call soppy, “it is.”

#technically all my bi steve fics have him aware he'd bi but for the purpose of naming we'll call it that #aware of his bisexuality steve au #i am ALWAYS jonathan was steve's awakening truthing #steddie #buckingham #i think that's their ship name? #eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #chrissy cunningham #accidental outing #i'm not really a bottom steve truther but i thought it would be funny for this #stranger things fanfic

[sexlapis]

yn and toji filming a buzzfeed puppies interview together then getting a question about if they would adopt a dog together 🎀🎀🎀

TOJI FUSHIGURO & Y/N + PUPPIES

⤷ cw: fluff, short fic, cute puppies, toji & yn haven’t exactly gone public but everyone basically knows they’re together 💀

a/n: needed to make this a whole thing bc i love this idea sm 🤭

INTRO

“oh my god!” you squeal as the crew members release six fluffy, tiny golden retriever puppies to where you and toji sit. the puppies immediately run over to both of you, and begin licking all over you knees and hands.

“hey, little guy..” toji coos and gently lifts the dog in his hands, practically dwarfing the small animal in the size of them. “such a little squirt, huh?”

you on the other hand, now have three bundles of pale yellow fluff bundled up in your arms, cradling them like they’re your children. “oh my god, oh my god. they’re all coming home with me, i’ll make it happen somehow.”

IF YOU WERE AN ANIMAL, WHAT ANIMAL WOULD YOU BE?

“easy.” toji begins, smirking. “i’d be a wolf. i-”

in the midst of rubbing the belly of one of the puppies, you snort harshly at his answer, pulling you lips together.

toji drops the smirk and looks at you while he rocks two puppies in crook of his big arms. “what’s funny?”

“toji…you? a wolf? i don’t think so..”

toji scoffs. “what’d you think i’d be then?”

“hmm.. i think.. i think you’d be a chipmunk.”

“chipmunk?!” toji exclaims. “no way!”

you hold one of the puppies up to your face, speaking in a baby voice. “toji would be a chipmunk, wouldn’t he? yes he would! yes he would!”

“i would- you know what you would be?” he starts and you know he’s probably going to say something crazy. “you’d be a pterodactyl.”

“a what!” you cackle, dropping your head onto the floor and laying on your stomach. some of the puppies start climbing on your back. “what the hell would i be a dinosaur?”

he puts one of the puppies on the ground and it rests on his shoe. “pterodactyls ain’t dinosaur actually-”

“ok, toji the palaeontologist, why the hell would be a pterodactyl?”

toji shrug, nuzzling the puppy in his arm. “y’know.. they’re loud..and they got big mouths.”

you gasp. “that is-” you puff your cheeks and start throwing the squeaky toys at him aggressively.

“hey! stop!”

IF YOU COULD ACT WITH ANY ACTOR, WHO WOULD IT BE?

“oh, definitely mikasa ackerman.” you answer. “she’s so talented and sweet.” you bounce the puppy in your arms, one who seems to especially love you and toji. “she’s so sweet! yes she is!”

“yeah i’ve heard good things about her..” toji said. “‘think my choice would be..nanami kento. he’s done good work..seems respectable.”

“wow, really? you’d both hate each other.”

“_____, why are you so negative?” toji asks, faking seriousness. “we would get along. don’t be jealous.”

“jealous?!”

“yeah, jealous,” toji picks up the smallest puppy and it to his chest, stroking its head, “ain’t that right? she’s jealous, right?” he shakes his head at you while shaking the head of the puppy with his hand. “she’s so- oh, that one’s taking a shit on the floor.”

you turn and there it was, a tiny puppy, in toji’s words, taking a shit.

“ew.. i forgot they just did that…”

when the puppy finishes it’s…business, the other puppies run over and start sniffing it.

“oh fuck, they’re about to eat his fucking shit.” toji wheezes, shoulders bouncing m. “their faces just make you forget how fucking disgusting they are..”

“eugh, they’re so nastyy.” you cringe at them, cooing at the puppy in your lap. “but you’re not like they are you?”

WOULD YOU ADOPT A PUPPY TOGETHER?

“yes! yes we would!” you rest the female puppy in your arms. “wouldn’t we, toji?”

toji looks at you, admiring how adorable you look with the adorable, little puppy in your arms. he looks back to the puppies in his arms and lap. “‘couldn’t hurt..”

you shout happily. “toji, we’re taking this one home.” you lift the puppy in your hands to the sky like she’s simba. you look off camera. “can we take this one home? please?”

at the end of the video, you’re hugging toji along with the other puppies. “you’re all coming home with me!”

toji looks to the camera for help

(and that’s how you both end up with 6 golden retriever puppies for pets :))

#🎀.anon cooking #📫.toji #actor! toji #toji x reader #toji x you #toji x y/n #toji x self insert #toji fluff #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro x y/n #toji fushiguro fluff #toji zenin x reader #toji zenin x you

[cutecatlov3r]

kinktober: hate sex~ katsuki bakugou

synopsis: your rival is sneaking into your tent, seeing you though just in a tee and panties made his dick hard . and he hates you even more for that .

warnings/tw: aged up! dryhumping, hair pulling, piv, degrading, unprotected sex, choking, and creampie

character ai bot that I made in honor of this: here

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katsuki opened your tent, going inside, not caring if you were awake or not. he looked pissed off and annoyed. you were startled by the sudden intrusion, propping yourself on your elbows to look at his grumpy face… it may sound stupid but you honestly wished it would’ve been a bear instead of him being there. why was he here? you both hated each other.

noticing your confused gaze, he rolled his eyes, looking at you.

“tch! shitty hair and raccoon eyes are making out in my goddamn tent! so I’m staying here dumbass,” he said in his gruff voice, shitty hair being kirishima and raccoon eyes being mina. “it’s already past 8, I’m going to fucking bed so make some room,”

“what?! no way!” you furrow your brows yelling.

he looks at you, a disgusted look as he sees you aren’t even wearing any pants. you pull your cover over yourself quickly, not saying anything. he scoffed slightly.

“im going to. i wasn’t even asking, dumbass,” he stated in an irritated tone. he laid as far away from you as he could, turning around so he didn’t have to face you.

“ugh! are you serious? go ask-“

“shut the hell up and go to sleep. share your fucking cover too, don’t be a selfish bitch,” he grumbled, snatching away your cover.

you groan, snatching it back.

“go get your own!”

“no! I’ll be lucky as fuck if kirishima hasn’t already got his cum all over it right now!”

“okay fine! god, you’re so annoying!” you gave him some of your cover, facing away from him.

you try to shut your eyes after a few minutes… that was until you accidentally feel his back press up against you. both of you tensed up.

he was a guy, don’t blame him. don’t blame that his immediate thought was to feel those plush thighs of yours. he made a disgusted face to himself the more he thought about how you were in your underwear. were you even wearing a bra? ew! snap out of it, he hates your guts… yet the thought of rearranging them did make his dick ha- oh no.

you just stared at the tent wall in front of you. neither of you said a word.

“fucking shit,” he muttered. sighing, he turned to face you. “oi face me, I know your ass can’t fall asleep that quickly,”

you groan, facing him.

“my dick is hard,”

WHAT?! ew! that’s fucking disgusting why would he tell you that!… why are your thighs instinctively squeezing together at the thought that you were the person who made him hard…

after a long silence you wanted to see if he was lying. was he? you couldn’t tell, you couldn’t even see his facial features in the darkness of your tent. you silently move your hand, fingers grazing his abs. but once they reached his crotch it was obvious, he was painfully hard.

he winced slightly, he was sensitive.

“do something about it, whore,”

you roll your eyes at his insult.

“why should I? i don’t even like you,” you reply, taking your hand back from his dick.

“i fucking hate you too but this is your fault. you wanted to be a slut and not wear pants to sleep so you’re gonna fucking deal with it,” he placed a hand on your hip, rutting his hips upwards slightly, you can feel his dick rubbing your clothed slit and clit. you let out a shaky breath, feeling slightly turned on. “need to fuck you… dumbass,”

you stay silent, allowing his big fat cock to tease your clothed pussy.

“no…”

he grabbed your chin, pulling you into a hot and sensual kiss, his tongue rolling against yours, your spit mixing together with his. you let out a small moan.

“take off those panties… im going to fuck you,”

without hesitation you took off your panties, throwing them somewhere in the tent, you didn’t care where, you just threw them.

he smirked to himself, you couldn’t see it. he went on top of you eagerly, pulling your legs apart. the cool air hitting the wetness of your cunt.

he used a finger to feel how wet you were, dragging it up and down.

“so fucking wet for me…” he mumbled, mostly to himself for his own ego. “you know, only whores get turned on this much over a guy showing them attention. are you a whore?”

“no!” you furrow your brows. he pulls your hair, gripping it at the scalp, leaning close to your face. “yeah I am,” you changed your mind.

“i know,” he rolled his eyes. “I’m only gonna fuck you so I can cum, I don’t give a damn about you. this is all your fault anyway,”

you didn’t like the sound of that. “what the fuck? no way, you’re gonna make me- ngh…” you pause in your sentence feeling as he led his, now unclothed dick, up and down your folds.

he had his usual grumpy face on, holding back his groans as he slapped the tip of his dick on your clit. it caused little jolts of pleasure for you and him.

he let go of your hair, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder. “im gonna fuck you so good,” he said, cockily, lining his cock at your entrance. your heart raced. anticipating on how full he’d make you feel.

as he entered in you and stretched you out, his other hand grabbed your throat, applying enough pressure to where it felt amazing. not too hard yet not too soft.

your fingernails dug into his back as he pushed himself fully inside of you. you felt so full, so so full. he kept his hand on your throat, rutting his hips. he didn’t even wait for you to get adjusted to his long cock. he just needed to cum, you were his useful toy.

he pistoned into you, his hand reaching down to lift up your shirt. no bra. he smirked, head moving down to suck on your hardened nipples.

“k-kah~ katsuki,” you moaned. you continued to moan his name.

he felt his ego grow bigger.

“yeah? you like being fucked like a dumb slut by the man you hate?” he asked, gruff voice in your ear, causing you to clench around his cock. “yeah. that’s what I thought. clenching around me like you need me,”

you couldn’t even say a proper sentence, just nodding off as he angled his hips to fuck you right where your g-spot was. his cock touched and rubbed against that spot, clit throbbing.

you felt as if you were seeing stars. oh god, katsuki wished he could see your pathetic face. drool falling from your chin because of the fact you were being fucked so dumb. his cock slipped in and out of you with ease, your sticky slick coating his poor needy cock.

the way he fucked into you as if you were nothing made both him and you so fucking horny. you needed release, feeling that knot in your stomach come so close to being undone.

“fuck yeah… yeah…!” he groaned, your pussy kept clenching the more he spoke those dirty words.

sooner rather than later you couldn’t stop, you couldn’t stop that insane feeling that was happening. you whined, fast breaths, shutting your eyes as you creamed on his cock, clenching him tightly, milking his fat cock.

the more you twitched around him, the more faster he fucked into you, he could feel the cream you made, a soft and moist feeling as he fucked into your velvet walls.

he straightened his posture, grabbing your hips in the air, fucking you like a fleshlight. sweat dripped from his forehead and he grunted and groaned. he was so close. he needed this.

he continued to fuck you, you moaning his name and only his, not caring if others heard.

“cum in me…! please! please!” you beg.

he let out an almost pornographic and sort of high pitched moan as his seed shot into you. along ropes of his cum filling you up. he kept rutting his hips, he couldn’t stop it, fucking the cum that seeped out of you back into your messy pussy. his moans getting so goddamn whiny.

“so good…! ah! so good, fuck! fuck!” he trembled, fucking you as much as he could.

after fucking you, his heart rate slowed down, as did his breathing. he set you down, collapsing next to you, heavy breaths as he stared at the tent ceiling.

“such a whore…” he mumbled, looking over at you. you were so drained, he pretty much fucked your brains out… and you wanted more.

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#bnha smut #bnha thirst #mha smut #bakugou katsuki smut #bakugou smut #bakugou katuski x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou smut #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki smut #katsukibakugou #bnha bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki

[imyourbratzdoll]

I have a request you are up for it. I kind of had this idea where Steve Rogers really screwed the Reader over in their past relationship and cheated on her with Sharon and dumped the reader for her. Even the avengers don't talk to her anymore and made her look like the toxic one in the relationship. two years later it's his and Sharon's wedding day and it was a beautiful and wonderful, however reader returns and decides to kill seek her revenge on Steve and Sharon and the rest of the team. Let's just say she gets it and Steve suffers. (Reader is a witch by the way)😈

hello honey, I hope you like what I've done.

summary - steve cheats on you, causing the team to turn against you to save the world from hating him. years later, you finally seek your revenge.

warning - angst, torture, cheating, dark content, badass female

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips (deactivated)

It had been two years since Steve Rogers broke your heart, you thought that would be the worst of it, but the fact the team turned on you and screwed you over by making it seem like you cheated on Captain America, causing the world to hate you, treating you like shit until the point you snapped. If they wanted a bad guy, they’ll get one. 

You sat in a dark room as the tv played, your ex was getting married to the tramp he cheated on you with. Your golden eyes sharpen as you glare at the screen, causing it to explode in sparks. You grin, the whole team would be in that church, making this so much easier for you. 

Your hands glow as you begin to hover, your long black dress falling gracefully around your legs. “Oh, the day that the Avengers fall and all by my hands.” Your laugh echoes throughout the room and you disappear, reappearing in front of the god-awful building. “Oh god, could their taste be any worse?” Your hands face down, levitating toward the church doors and flinging them open with your magic. The whole room falls quiet. “Well, well. Where was my invitation?” 

Your head tilts as Sharon huffs. “You aren’t welcome here!” Your eyes move around the room, connecting with each person. “Hello? Get the fuck out! Didn’t you realise you weren’t welcomed when Steve left you for me?!” 

You smile, your gaze moves back over to hers and you stare. Watching as she shivers under it. “Sharon, Sharon, Sharon. You should know not to mess with a witch, especially a pissed off one.” Your hand flies up, stopping a bullet midair, you slowly tilt your head, looking at the small metal object before your gaze follows where it came from. A grin forms on your face as you connect with Natasha’s. It appears you found something that made the big Black Widow shudder with fear. 

“Y/n, stop this. You are only hurting yourself.” You blink, once, twice, thrice before your laughter fills the room, sending chills up everyone’s spines. “Why are you laughing?! Do you not realise how insane you look right now?!” 

“Sweet, sweet Natasha.” The bullet melts as you direct your hand toward her, lifting her in the air, watching her dangle as she struggles. “I’m not hurting myself, I’ve finally healed from the pain you all put me through. Because, sure I loved Steve and it felt like my heart had been ripped out when he constantly cheated on me with some wannabe tramp. But I could’ve lived through that, what I wasn’t expecting was the heartbreak from the people I considered family.” A growl rumbles within your throat, eyes glowing brighter with each word and emotion. “I can no longer hurt myself when you did a wonderful job of it for me.” You twitch, you can feel the stupid witch trying to enter your mind, her magic feels like something irritating, like a jumper that continues to itch because someone made it out of that horrible fabric.

You continue your hold on Natasha, turning your head, gold meets red. “What are you doing, Little Witch?” You blink, sending her flying across the room, crashing into a row of ugly flowers, causing you to scrunch your nose. “Ew, who chooses weeds for their special day?” You huff, feeling a body slam into you and your other hand reaches out, strangling Vision as he tries to charge again. “What is with you people, don’t you know it’s rude to just attack a person.”

“Y/n stop. That’s enough.” Two years ago, your heart would’ve pounded inside your chest from hearing his voice. But now, your heart lies cold within your body. The rest of the team that you don’t have a hold on, stand, readying for a fight. It felt comedic. “If you don’t leave, we will make you leave.” 

You throw your head back, letting out another chilling laugh before your head falls forward and you glare at your ex. “You make me leave? Do you think you’re stronger than me? You may be Captain America, but deep down you’re just that weak little boy back in the 40s.” You float over to him, black and gold magic building beneath you in a cloud and the anger builds in your veins. Your hands fly back, throwing those you had in your hold against the church walls before you reach in front, releasing all your magic onto the one man, watching him fall to his knees. “You and your team are no match for me, Steve Rogers. You will never be, you will all fall before you even manage to take me with you.” You lower to the ground, standing over him, leaning over, moving your face close enough that it looks as though you are about to kiss. “You will beg me for your life. It may not be today or a year from now, but you will.” You grip his chin between your fingers, forcing him to look into your eyes as you smile. 

Your eyes flash, stopping Tony from approaching, his Iron Man suit begins to slowly enclose on him, squashing him from the inside. “Not so fast, Mr Stark.” Your magic wraps around Steve’s body, keeping him in his position as you turn and face the rest of the Avengers. You look at each and everyone of them, letting your magic explode around you and the room, wrapping around them. “Soon you will all fall, no longer loved, no longer remembered. The world will move on without you and in your demise, you will beg me for help, falling deeper and onto your knees. Sacrificing your beliefs and pride.” You begin to descend from the steps, smirking. “Hm, why don’t I continue to torture you guys some more.” 

With a wave of your hand, all their nightmares come to life. Every single person or thing that they don’t want to face appear in front of them, torturing them, allowing you to sit back and watch with a smile, a glass of wine appears in your hand as you watch them all suffer. A few hours pass and you grow bored, making everything disappear along with yourself. 

While your magic circulated around them, it allowed you to see their future and it gave you many ideas to how you could continue to ruin their lives. Starting with the man who destroyed you. You close your eyes, feeling your spirit escape you and travel back in time, appearing in front of a woman that many looked up to. 

“Peggy Carter.” She spins, looking around for the voice. Your eyes glow and your magic surrounds her. “The love you feel for Steve Rogers will turn into hate, he will appear soon and will want to stay. You will fill his head with every hurtful thing you’ve thought of. You will see who he really is and how much he has changed when he was the smaller version of himself. You will destroy him, rip out his heart and squash it in front of his eyes. He will finally know how it is to feel his heart being broken.” She blinks, walking over to the photo of Steve, staring at it, and wondering why she has it before Peggy grabs the photo and drops it into the bin. 

You smirk, disappearing back into your time and body. Your eyes open with an evil glint, staring right at the readers.

thank you for reading!

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[swanawil]

sooo can I request some (romantic) Adam x reader w/Adam being insecure? Thank you💙

Adam's insecurities

A man that's lost two wives to the same man is bound to have some insecurities

Your first wife leaving you for the most hated man on the planet, and then your second wife cheating on you with that same most hated man on the planet tends to make one insecure.

Yet, you weren't sure if Adam just hid the insecurities, or if the insecurities just bounced off of that giant ego of his.

You froze when walking into the room. Usually, when entering a room Adam was in, whether you were alone or in public, you'd get a catcall from Adam. But you got nothing when walking into the main room of the apartment you guys had.

You looked at him on the couch. He was lazing on it like usual, his gaze fixed on the tv.

“Adam.” You spoke up, your voice stern.

“Huh?” He looked at you, “Oh, hey.” He looked back at the tv.

You looked down at your clothes. They were casual, obviously, you were at home. But the shirt you wore was pretty revealing, and it usually always got some type of compliment from him.

“Adam,” You said again.

“What?” He asked in an annoyed tone.

“What's your problem?” You asked.

“I don't have a problem.” He replied in the same annoyed tone.

You sighed, staring at him. You walked over and sat next to him on the couch.

“What's got my husband so down in the dumps, huh?” You asked softly, slowly moving a hand towards his mask, giving him more than enough time to protest before you slipped it off of his head and tossed it off of the couch into the floor. He had that annoyed scowl on his face.

“Look at you,” you smiled softly, giving him a few soft pecks on the lips as you let your hands wind into his hair, “my handsome man.”

He grabbed you by the hips, pulling you into his lap so you were straddling him, also pulling you deeper into the kiss. You kept your hands in his hair.

You knew he very well wouldn't stop, and this would transpire into more. And you would love that, you would. But you wanted to get to the bottom of what his problem was. Adam had a tendency to just use sex to get away from his problems and distract from them.

And that also meant you getting your guts pounded by him every time something frustrated or upset him.

You gave him a few pecks as you pulled away.

“So?” You asked.

“So what?” Adam asked, a bit upset you pulled away.

“What's your problem?” You asked again.

“Don't have one,” he responded. He leaned in to kiss you again. You didn't even indulge him with a peck, knowing he'd just refuse to let you pull away again.

You moved your hands to his cheeks, stopping him before he could kiss you again.

“Stop avoiding it, you obviously have a problem.” You gave him a knowing look.

He scoffed, looking away.

“Adam,” your voice was soft. He didn't reply. You moved his head to look at you again and you put your foreheads together. “Is it the wife thing?”

“I can't believe that ugly ass fucker took them,” Adam grumbled, looking into your eyes as you pulled your forehead away from his. “I mean, c'mon, what the hell do they see in him? Him! The most hated man ever. They chose that asshole over me? What the fuck!?” He threw his hands in the air.

“They were dumb,” you told him. You trailed a thumb across his cheek. “They were dumb then, and they're dumb now.”

“You're right. They are dumb!” He agreed. “Fuck them!”

“Yeah, and hey,” you caught his attention again. “You got me now. And I'll never leave you. Not in a million years.”

He stared at you for a moment. The tv started to take up the silence.

“God you make me so hard,” he smirked, “so, what's up sugartits?” There he was. The normal, cocky, and honestly kind of disgusting Adam.

“Ew, okay, ruined the moment,” You told him, beginning to get off of him. But you were pulled back down onto his lap by his arms around your waist.

“C’mon babe,” he smirked, whispering in your ear, “I'll show you just how much better I am than Lucifer.”

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[kaylinlmfao]

i hate you! but oh how i love you

type of piece: imagine, drabble, oneshot, series

type(s) of writing: smut, fluff, angst, dark, suggestive

warning(s): mentions of sexual stuff but no actual smut in this part, teasing,, murder, violence, gore, this is mostly just plot

pairings(s): dark!dom!ethan landry x sub!fem!reader

A/N: here is a special, dark fic for a treat for me and for you guys. keep the requesting coming! I love this request, more like this one please! thanks for requesting and I hope you enjoy! this is part 1 (no smut just plot)

if i wrote an ethan x fem fanfiction and kinda combined the elements of my oneshots and put them into an actual book would y'all read it? (on wattpad)

just a couple of different things from the movie in this fic. sam, tara, kirby, and chad all die. so do quinn and bailey. all killed by ethan. ethan survives and we'll see where it goes from there.

"ok, ew. get a room you two." you say to tara and chad, accidentally walking in on them kissing. "how about you get a room? we already have one. this room." tara tells you, laughing. she knows you're excited for her. she's liked chad for as long as you can remember. your smile fades as you look behind her. "TARA MOVE!" you shout as the masked killer drives a knife into tara's back. she lets out a cry of pain as chad begins dodging and fighting the killer. "oh my god, tara." you run over to help her up off the floor. "it's ok. it's ok" you try to reassure yourself. you lift tara off the floor, slinging her arm over your shoulder as you try to get her to the door.

"chad! come on" you shout as he kicks the ghostface hard, then rushing over to help you with tara. you swing open the door. "oh my god!" tara shouts. you scream as you see sam barrel through the door. she looks at the three of you in shock before chad starts rushing us to go. "come on, go go go." he ushers us through the door as i glance back at the figure, struggling to get up from their place on the ground. "it's kirby! she's the killer!" sam exclaims as you all are running through the theater. "no shit!" chad runs over to the door you came in before being stopped. "it's locked. come on." "so we're trapped?" you ask, full of fear. this isn't your first rodeo with ghostface, oh no, but you always feel a huge wave of fear when seeing the mask. whether you see a person wearing the mask on the street, or seeing an actual killer wearing it, it brings back bad memories of your ex girlfriend.,

"kirby made this whole theater a kill box. for us." sam voices. tara spins and points upwards. "hey, what about that? there's an exit door. maybe it leads to the roof or something?" she asks, breathless. "there's only one way to find out. let's go." chad orders, grabbing tara's hand. i grip sam's hand as we turn to run. suddenly, another masked ghostface comes out from behind the curtain, swinging their knife. with an extra hard swing, one of the mannequin heads goes flying. "beheadings!" chad shouts, tackling the killer. "chad!" you shout, pointing to the camera behind him as sam rushes to help tara. "smile for the camera motherfucker" chad exclaims, swinging the camera, the figure on the floor flying back from the force of the blow

you push the movie curtain past you quickly, running through. "over there!' tara points as ghostface comes barreling from somewhere behind you. you take the lead, running down the narrow hallway, just trying to get away. another masked killer appears on the opposite end of the hall. now, you're all blocked in from both sides. before chad turns and throws the camera he's still holding at the pursuer behind you. "get fucked!" he shouts. you run into the room you began in, chad pulling the popcorn machine down in front of the figure rushing after you all. the killer swings his knife at chad, aiming to slice and dice. sam and tara each grab one of it's arms, pulling the person back. you subtlety turn, looking for the metal baseball bat you brought for protection. bingo. you grab it from where you leaned it against the wall while talking to chad and tara.

you take the bat in your hands, shout a loud battle cry, and swing at the masked figure, hard. they go flying to the floor with a loud cry of pain. it's a female. now more proof that it's kirby. tara pulls her foot back, crying out from the strain on her wound, and kicks the masked person on the floor, hard. "holy shit tara. brutal" you say, grabbing her and sam, backing up as chad picks up a glass machine off of the counter. "you hit them with a baseball bat" sam counters as chad fixes to throw the glass on the ghostface writhing in pain on the floor. you chuckle with pride. "i know." you see something behind chad that makes you scream in fear. "chad!" you cry, trying to warn him. you're too late, and you watch as the killer drives their knife into you're best friend's side. "no!" you and tara shout in unison. sam holds tara back, gripping your arm at the same time.

the other killer stands and they begin stabbing chad, over and over. you're on the verge of breaking down, again. deja vu. and your boyfriend ethan and mindy still haven't shown yet. you hope and pray that everyone survives this as you turn, unable to watch the scene in front of you, but knowing that there is nothing you can do to help chad. "run" he mouths to you, smiling sadly, blood flowing freely from his mouth and the other wounds on his torso. his body falls to the floor, and the two masked killers wipe their knifes in one swift motion. you run with tara and sam, vision blinded by tears. you cry out in surprise as another ghostface emerges from behind the curtain. the masked killer from before appears on the other side, shaking and waving their knife at you.

sam reaches down and picks up three bricks, handing one to tara and offering one to you. with a shake of your head, you decline. "i've got this" you say, readying your bat to begin swinging. you, tara, and sam form a triangle, tara and yourself gripping hands, sobbing. "ready?" sam asks as tara lets out a cry. "i need you both to be ready? ready?" she repeats. you nod, reaching for her hand, closing the circle. your holding onto sam and tara's hands for dear life, watching as the two sisters reach for the others hand. "deja vu" you whisper. "look at me" sam orders you and tara. "ready?" you glance at sam, then at tara. you may not be blood, but these are your sisters. "im ready" tara tells her. they both look at you. "ready as ill ever be" you say with a smirk, slinging your bat over your shoulder. "come on motherfucker!" tara screams, baiting the masked figure behind you.

suddenly, a loud gunshot sounds from behind you and you see kirby emerge from behind the movie curtain. "it's ok." she attempts to calm the three of you. "stay the fuck back!" sam shouts. "we know it's you kirby." tara tells her. "no! one of them knocked me out." she says, breathless and panting. "kirby stop! get away from the girls" detective bailey orders, pointing his gun at her. kirby mirrors his motions, pointing her gun at him too. "what are you doing?" kirby questions. "did you kill quinn? did you kill my daughter?!" bailey asks, distraught. "jesus christ! whatever he's been saying to you, don't listen to him. he's probably the killer." a ghostface appears behind the detective. "behind you!" kirby shouts, trying to warn him. two gunshots are fired and kirby falls to the ground. "holy shit." you say, shocked. "great job" bailey praises the ghostface standing behind him. "oh fuck this fucking shit. you cheap fuck!" you scream, staring at kirby's body in shock.

another ghostface emerges from behind detective bailey. "both of you" "you?" tara asks, still in shock. "yeah, of course me. frankly, i expected more from the two of you after what you did to us." "what do you mean us?" the one on bailey's left pulls her mask off. "quinn?" (i know i changed the order but it fits my idea better) sam asks in shock. "hey roomies. you didn't see that one coming did you?" "yeah, because you died!" "kinda didn't though. it was a good way to get off the suspect list. stab gale weathers, stab mindy on the train, that sort of thing." "yeah, and i just made sure i was first on the scene so i could switch her body out with a fresh one. little fake blood, a prosthetic. you'd be surprised with what a grieving father can get away with" you jump a little, pumping your fist. "i fucking knew it! i knew it! i told you guys that she wasn't dead, but you didn't believe me! i told you, i said she wasn't dead. the blood on her walls was fake. I FUCKING KNEW IT!" "so who's the other one?" "mindy?" you ask, breath caught in your throat.

the mask was pulled off and your legs buckled at seeing your beloved boyfriend, ethan. you fell to your knees, feeling the rush of emotions that you felt a year ago come back to you. ethan looks at you with a deranged look in his eyes. "mindy was right. it was easy to juke the roommate lottery. all i had to meet you was room with a conceited, condescending alpha, literally named chad. fuck, it felt good to kill him!" ethan continued speaking but you tuned him out. you couldn't stand to hear his voice or look at his face. you couldn't do this again. you just couldn't. the emotions were flooding you, the feelings overwhelming. you stared down at the floor, tears dripping onto the floor. feelings of hopelessness, sadness, betrayal all coursed through your veins. but soon they were all covered with a thick blanket of rage. red hot rage.

you stood, reminding yourself to stay strong. staring at the ground, tears still slipping down your cheeks. "i got stu macher's mask. he was my favorite." quinn says. "nice. that's number three, and that's number two." he pulls a ghostface mask from within his jacket. "which leaves, your sister's" he says pointing at you. "who's your sister?" tara whispers. "jill roberts" you whisper, still looking at the floor in shame. "this is what we've been counting down to, y/n. i'm gonna need you to put it on." bailey looks at you, holding the mask out to you. so broken. "fuck you!" you hear sam yell on behalf of you. ethan swings and slices open sam's upper arm. "ok! ok! im taking it, jesus. you psychopath" you glare at the boy you once thought you loved. you take the mask in your hands and stare down ashamed at it. you feel someone slip behind you to come stand in front of you. you know it's ethan. you know. he grips your chin, pulling your chin up to point your gaze at him. "oh princess. there's nothing to be ashamed of." he stares deep into your eyes, noticing how cold they are. you've never looked at him like this before.

but it's ok. he has a plan. and eventually, you'll get over it and understand. and you'll be his, though you have been since the day he saw you for the first time. he backs up to stand next to his father and sister. you were still staring at the mask that you held. suddenly, you heard commotion from behind you and saw the fight begin. but you couldn't. you couldn't fight. you didn't have it in you. quinn and bailey vs sam and tara. it wasn't a fair fight, that's for sure. sam and tara didn't have any weapons. you could help them a little bit but then you needed to find a way out of this stupid theater. you ran over to kirby and saw that she was still conscious, but barely. "i'm gonna need this. ill go get help. i promise" you whisper softly. kirby looks at you hard for a moment, and you share a moment of understanding before she slipped into unconsciousness.

you turn, feeling eyes on you. ethan. he isn't helping his father or sister. it's as though his only focus is you. his stare is scaring you, and though you'd never admit it, causing a heat to rush down to your core. damn him. you hate him. you do. but, oh. how you love him. (see what i did there lol?) you walk towards tara and sam, crying out when you feel someone coming up behind you, grabbing you by your throat and yanking you against their upper body. "fuck you, ethan!" you yell, drawing the attention from both your family and his. "but sweetheart, we already did that. i love to to do it again though." he whispers, kissing your neck softly. you bring your elbow forward and elbowing him hard, taking ethan by surprise and giving you just enough to to slip out of his grasp. "sam!" you shout, getting her attention from quinn advancing on her.

"catch" you bring your hand back and throw kirby's gun. for a split second, you think she won't catch it. it will slip from her grasp and everything will go downhill from there. and so it does. the gun slips and falls down to the ground, where you try to grab it. but a tall, 6'2 figure stands in your way. you're on your knees and he's standing in front of you. you're eye level with his bulge. you remember this position all too well. and judging by the smirk on ethan's face, he remembers it pretty well too. he opens his mouth to speak, probably to say something that will infuriate you further. "oh just shut up! oh my god, you bent, twisted motherfucker!" you yell, standing quickly.

your breath catches in your throat as you realize how close you are to ethan. the height difference between the two of you was causing you to be eye level with his chest. you could see his muscles in his chest as he took a deep breath. you feel his fingers lifting your chin, so gentle, like you were glass and ethan was afraid to put the slightest crack on you. your eyes meet ethan's and you almost whimper. ethan's gaze on you is nothing like he's ever looked at you like before. full of lust, looking at you like he was going to devour you. "ethan" you breathe, so quiet, so soft. you quickly snapped out of the trance he had you in and dove, grabbing the gun off the ground and pointing it at ethan.

ethan began slowly walking towards you. "put the gun down princess." he says it as he normally would, but you feel mocked and teased. "you better back the fuck up unless you want a bullet in between your eyes, princess." you mock him, quickly walking backwards until your back is met with a hard surface. ethan continues walking towards you until there is only a enough space to put the gun against his chest in between the two of you. he glances down at it and then back at you as he speaks. "oh? don't talk like that. we both know you wouldn't be able to pull the trigger, sweet girl" you blush at the nickname and you know he sees.

"go ahead, pull the trigger." you freeze up as he move closer to the point where you have to move the gun, the butt pressing painfully against your chest. you hear the commotion going on in the background, but with the way ethan is standing above you with a bloody hands, it's making you dizzy and you feel like you're gonna pass out. you feel your head empty just as he somehow always caused it to do. it takes an extreme amount effort to get your head straight, telling yourself that this isn't ethan. it isn't the ethan you fell in love with, at least.

you swallow. "fuck you." you whisper, feeling the burning tension between the both of you. ethan chuckles as his expression turns to one of even deeper lust. you feel his hot breath on your face as you get angrier at the slick forming in your panties. "fuck you." "i hate you so much. i hate you for doing this to me and for breaking my fucking heart. i wish–" you stop at as ethan begins to speak. "what do you want, sweetheart? keep fucking talking, slut. keep trying to convince me you hate me." his gaze drifts to your lips. "i hate you" you sob. you're interrupted by the feeling of your mouths crashing together in a rough, lustfilled kiss. and, to your own surprise, you don't fight it. you can't bring yourself to shove him away. the sexual tension between the two of you had gone to the point of being unbearable, and the harsh way his lips move against yours and the way his tongue probes into your mouth makes you light headed.

ethan pulls away and looks at your lust filled, scared expression. "that's what i thought. you still want me, even i killed all your friends." you shake your head with a whimper, tears running down your cheeks. "i don't want you." you whisper. "oh my pretty girl. so confused, aren't you? don't you remember you cockdrunk and sobbing after i fucked you just last night?" he brings his lips to your ears, whispering. "when you couldn't say anything at all? all you could do was cry and beg me to stop touching your sensitive cunt and your puffy little clit? and i know you want to do it again. dirty little whore. my dirty little whore."

'i don't want you" you say, more trying to convince yourself than trying to convince ethan. he laughs, glancing down at your tear streaked face and big doe eyes. "ok, little one. ok" you wiped your tears quickly and shoved him off of you, turning and running down the nearest hallway. "you don't have to run, you know. I'm gonna catch you no matter how fast you are." you hear. ethan’s voice is cold and irritated as he stalks towards the hallway you just turned into. you're distracted as you trip over a gap in the hardwood floor and come crashing to the floor, and then, the sound of his steps hurrying up to meet you fill your heart with even more fear. your heart is already racing from the adrenaline of trying to escape the psychopath that you once called your boyfriend. The bloody tip of his knife rounds the corner before he does, and it's enough to fuel your desire to get up and stumble around the nearest corner, into a bathroom.

you slam the door behind you with the force of your body against it, and attempt to fumble with the lock for a split second before running to grab the nearest object, a marble vase to try and buy you a few seconds. It's not even seconds until he's turning the knob, trying to get in. the door rattling the entire room suddenly and your heart hitting the floor as he speaks. "open the door, my love. i won't hurt you as long as you behave." you're not allowed even a second opportunity to look for a way out, to even consider the option of jumping out the second story window on to the concrete below, or just hide and pray for mercy. Because three loud, earth-shattering crashes of his shoulder meeting the hardwood door splinters it almost immediately after the third hit, and you're so close to the door that one of those shards flies and slices open the heel of your hand–and now, instead of using those few precious moments to come up with a plan to get away, you're crying and grabbing your wrist in pain, blood gushing from the wound and splattering all over the white tile floor.

the pain derails your whole train of thought, your vision blurring with tears as you fall back and shake with shock, leaving a trail of crimson blood on the tile behind that leads straight to you. one more crash of ethan's shoulder against the door does the trick, and ethan has successfully crushed a hole in the bathroom door, his arm reaching through to unlock it so it only takes a quick kick to open. "man, you made me break the door. this is probably pretty valuable" his eyes turn to you, bright and brown and angry. "and you cut your wrist." ethan reaches out for you, and doesn't stop when you flinch away from him. you have nowhere else to go, no way out, what are you gonna do? you're aren't a threat to anyone but yourself. you're a helpless little thing, and when ethan does grab you, he's gripping your wrists so hard you're already begging him to stop and let go. "why don't you beg me not to kill you, princess?" he whispers, brushing your hair out of your face, behind your ear to whisper it directly into your ear–his voice makes you shiver, like it's a cold breeze in the across your neck. "i'm kinda considering it. you're pissing me off. you won't stop running away from me"

"what now? why are you looking at me like that?" he moves away from you to meet your eyes, but the fear is clear in yours–you watched him help murder your best friends, your family. what does he think you are? happy? no, you're petrified. "i'm so scared…" "scared? I'm scaring you?" You nod your head in the most pathetic fashion, with a quivering lip to top it off. ethan isn't just scary. A horror movie is scary, a bump in the night is scary. ethan, he's utterly terrifying.

"Then why are you soaking wet?" His question stops your mind in it's tracks, confusion etched on your face, but your stuttering and stammering stops short when you feel his big hand brush your thigh. you jerk away from him on instinct, but his harsh grip on your hurt arm keeps you flush against him, and you're forced to stand and shiver as his fingers fly under your skirt and they come to cup your pussy over your panties. he rubs a teasing thumb into what should be a random spot, but he knows where your clit is from past experience and knows how to press so firmly and hard to make you squeal. even your body is betraying you right now, and that strip of soft fabric between your legs is completely soaked for him to enjoy to the fullest. "you want this. you want me, huh? so bad that you're soaked" you shake your head no violently, too wound up to open your mouth because you know the words won't come out the way you want them to.

"yeah, that's it. you want me to fuck your brains out. you just want my attention. that's why you're running from me. you want me to catch you." "No!" you sob, trying to push him away again. ethan ignores your outburst and the shove you try to give him to get him off, ethan yanks you harder against him for you to feel how hard he is beneath the ghostface costume he's wearing, and for his fingers to prod you even rougher as he blindly searches for a way into your panties. "I don't want you ethan!" "You do!" He barks back, the growl of his voice sending an unwanted cold shiver up your spine. now he's found a way in, his fingertips brushing your folds before losing any gentle or tenderness they might have had and pushing their way inside. He's big, brutal, fingers working in to spread you out and shucking all that wet slick into his palm. his lips meet your cheek, hot and soft, and he has you hooked. nothing but him

you feel his breath hot and shaky on your ear. He doesn't seem to care you're up on your tiptoes, gasps of pain and pleasure dying in your throat, because he's got his fingers so fucking deep. ethan is preoccupied, you know as much by the absent strokes against your clit with his thumb, moving in no specific direction. "so pretty like this. blood on your face, crying for me." ethan pulls away suddenly, cheek still sticky with blood you wish was fake. it's on you too, smeared down your jaw like a smudge of scarlet paint, and his hands are covered in it too, that he's rubbing it into you for his own pride and sick pleasure. while he looks you in the eyes, he doesn't move his fingers from inside you, nor shows any expression aside from a deep, dark lust over his brown eyes that betrays the terror that a true psychopath could bestow.

"Your body is mine. this pretty pussy is mine. You're all mine." He mutters below his breath, spreading his fingers inside you to watch you gasp and your eyelids flutter as they fill with tears. you let out a loud cry as you coat ethan's fingers with your cum. as you come down from your high, you think about how wrong this is. your friends, they would want you to get out. they would want you to get to the hospital and tell mindy and gale before ethan got there first. "get away from me" you say, shoving ethan away hard. "but i don't want to. i want you to ride me and milk my cock until you're crying" he says it so innocently, it infuriates you to no end. "shut the fuck up!" he opens his mouth again to probably say something even dirtier, but you don't let him. maybe it's time to take a different approach. "you really want my pussy to clench around you? to milk you dry while i cry and scream your name? you want me to jump on your fucking dick until i can't think?" you ask him in a sultry tone.

he groans loudly. "fuck yeah, princess. i do. and i fucking will every single thing you just said right here, in every damn room in this fucking theater. you'll be so fucked out and overstimulated you'll be begging me to stop." "oh?" you tilt your head, looking at him. this is it. he moves towards you slowly, away from the destroyed door. "well ethan. let's do it then." you feel his big hand on the back of your neck as he slams your lips onto his. you quickly bring your knee straight up, nailing him in the dick. "well, you can't do any of those things if i cut your fucking dick off, can you?" your mood changed so fast you couldn't even regulate it. it was like you had an alternate, darker personality. just like ethan. you look at him, a deranged and feral look in your eyes. ethan wasn't scared. he was turned on. and now, he was pissed as fuck and in pain. he wanted to pound you until you cried, remind you who could make you feel so small so quickly. you stomp hard on ethan's foot as he cried out in pain. "you wanna know my secret? it wasn't sam who sliced up your brother. it was me. after he fucking groomed my girlfriend." that part was not true either. it was also not true when people said you were just like your sister. but he doesn't need to know that. ethan almost came in his pants. you were so hot when you were feral, though it was acting and he knew it.

you turned and ran out the door while he was distracted. you needed to get help. some of your friends could be alive. "man, i should get an oscar. that was some amazing acting if i do say so myself" but before you could find an exit, someone pulled you back. it wasn't ethan, it was kirby. she was still on the floor, barely conscious. she grabbed your ankle and you leaned down slowly. "im going to get help. it's ok." you attempt to reassure her. "get out of here. there is an exit behind the back hallway. there's a room behind there. it's soundproof, it's what they used for filming and editing. there is door that leads outside. go" she struggled to finish speaking before she passed out again. you followed her instructions, turning past chad and bolting towards the door. you're running fast, and you speed around a corner. next thing you know, you run into a hard chest and you're sprawled out on your back. sharp curses leave your mouth as you stare up at ethan. "fuck me" you curse. ethan smirks. "that's the plan, princess."

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[sage-green-matcha]

SPARE ME - ETHAN LANDRY 18+

minors DNI!!

You weren’t expecting the main suspect of ghost face to have such good dick…

CONTENT INCLUDES: Smut, P in V sex, blowjob, overstimulation, begging!

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You held the red cup in your hand, mind clouded as a trail of smoke fell from your lips. You wiggled uncomfortably, your tight tank top almost exposing your boobs. "Whoah Y/n, don't want you flashing anyone" Chad laughed, throwing you his hoodie. "I... I don't want it" You turned, facing away from the friend group as your mind fell empty.

You put down the cup, walking over to the bathroom as you felt your stomach churn. You fell on your knees, throwing up into the toilet. "Gross" you mumbled, not noticing Ethan texting away on the side of the room.

"Ew, it's you" you wanted to add on, more throw-up just escaping your stomach as he bent down, pulling your hair up for you. "Let it all out" He sighed, patting your back softly. As much as you two hated each other, he couldn't just let you suffer in your own vomit. "Thanks, ghost face" he rolled his eyes, letting you hover over the bowl to see if you had any more to get out. "I think I'm good" You rubbed your head, gladly taking the water he was handing to you.

"We're bonded now, right? You're not gonna kill me?" "For the hundredth time now Y/n, I'm not Ghostface" you smiled. "That's something Ghostface would say" You stood up, looking at yourself in the mirror. Your hair was fucked but surprisingly your makeup still looked good. "I look hot" You made a kissy face to yourself, Ethan shaking his head.

"You would be hotter if you weren't such a bitch" "Oh so you agree with me?" You smirked, chugging the rest of the water he had given you. "Yeah, I guess" He was only admitting to it since you were drunk and he knew you were just playing around. But he had developed a massive crush on you throughout the last few months. When you would all get together at your dorm he did everything he could to annoy you, getting to see your smirk every time he did something stupid made him melt.

"I think you're pretty cute too" You twirled pieces of his hair between your fingers. "Too bad you're a loser, it would mess with my reputation" You combed his hair back with your fingers, Ethan frozen as you touched him. He pulled his hands off his sides, placing them gently on your waist as you played with his hair.

"Ethan, honestly" You stopped your words, feeling something hard poke your thigh, his eyes closed as he mumbled quiet words. "Ethan?" You looked down, his hard erection poking through his jeans. "Oh..." "Y/n I-" you shushed him, blush on your cheeks before placing a small kiss on the side of his lips. "I make you hard, huh?" Boldness took over you, the small amount of alcohol still in your system helping you out.

"I can help you with that...only if you want of course" Your fingers ran over his dick, placing small kisses on his neck as he nodded slowly. You unbuttoned his pants, sticking your hand inside his boxers as you looked up at him with lust-filled eyes. "I thought you hated me, E" "I could never hate you" his voice was shaky, making a wet spot on your panties as you continued to rub his cock. Your fingers were sticky with his pre-cum, pulling your hand out to suck on them.

"Tell me what you want, and I'll do it" You sucked on his neck, pulling the skin making sure that it left marks. "Suck it, please Y/n" "Suck what? Hm? Use your words" The conversation got you hot, excited, knowing his knees got weak from just your words made you feel powerful. "Suck my dick, god y/n, please" You kissed him, rubbing faster before pulling your hand away. "What I-" you got on your knees, pulling his boxers all the way down.

His eyes practically burned holes through your head, never taking his eyes off you. He had imagined this one too many times to miss any second of it. Your hands grabbed his warm cock, kitten licking his tip. Your tongue swirled around, slowly pushing in till the tip hit the back of your throat. Your eyes watered, bobbing your head up and down, grabbing onto his base.

You pulled away, a string of spit and pre-cum coming from your lips. You pumped him with your hand, one of them now on your clit, rubbing yourself before sticking the head of his cock back into your mouth. He hissed at the feeling, your warmth around his tip before you licked a bold strip with your tongue, your eyelashes batting up as he looked at you with those cute little brown eyes.

You continued to suck him off, using your hands before he was about to release. "Y/n...please I'm about to..." he whimpered, a string of cuss words falling from his lips. "Uh uh, not yet" your hands pumped faster, Ethan begging for you to let him release. "No Ethan, listen to me" Before you could say anything else his knees gave out, shaking as warm cum shot onto your barley-covered tits. "Ethan.." "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" his words jumbled as you continued pumping, sticking his tip back in your mouth.

"Y/n, y/n, please, it hurts" his whines got louder, drowned out by the loud music that was playing outside. “You said you wanted to cum Ethan, don't tell me to stop now, isn't this what you wanted?" You looked up at him with sweet eyes, not stopping, just going faster.

You stopped again, watching him buck his hips into your hand. "So desperate, aren't you?" "Please, please" he gasped, whining as he tried to thrust into your hand. You finally agreed, opening your mouth waiting for his warm jizz to touch your tongue. "Fuck, I.." you got back up, kissing his lips and sharing the cum on your tongue.

He reached into your panties, biting his lip when he felt how wet you were. "I can help you with that" he teased, lifting you up on the counter, your legs spread open before he pumped himself. "I'll do whatever you want me to do, it's only fair" his voice sent shivers down your body as he waited for a response. You just stared, making him place a harsh kiss on your lips, your hips bucking up as he took off your already wet panties.

His hands gripped your thighs, the feeling of his fingertips on your skin turning you on even more. He bunched up the fabric of your mini skirt to your waist, keeping eye contact as he pushed himself into you. "Shit, so tight" You watched as his swollen tip trusted into you, wanting to save the image in your head forever.

He grabbed onto your waist, pinching your skin as he filled you up, a small groan coming from the both of you. “You’re doing so good, taking all of me” Your head rested against the wall, biting your lip at the praise he was giving you.

Your mouth dropped open, meeting Ethan’s eyes as he pushed. Your head was now on his shoulder, grabbing into his hair as his dick slammed into you. Dirty moans came from your lips, Ethan loving every second of it. “shit, shit, god” your moans hiccup as his pace got faster, harder.

He loved that you could take all of him, your wall’s stretching out with every thrust. “Take this off” he tugged the back of your tank top, pulling it off for you. You were pushed back onto the wall, your tits bouncing as he thrust. You felt your eyes start to water as he reached deeper into your pussy, feeling his tip hit your G-spot repeatedly.

“More, more fuck” Your body practically gave out against his shoulder, heavy breathing coming from the both of you. Your legs shook, his pace becoming uneven signaling that he was close to his release. “Cum in me” You barely managed to get it out, feeling his dick against your walls made your brain cloudy, drunk off his cock as his thrusts never stopped.

“don’t stop, please” you whined, Ethan determined to let you finish before he did. You felt a tie in your stomach, your chest rising up as Ethan went faster than before. His hands made their way to your clit, putting pressure on it as your body jolted, desperate to cum. Your legs shook under his body, your cum coating his dick as he slowed down, the feeling of hot liquid shooting up your pussy.

You were both out of breath, Ethan’s lips exploring your neck as he placed small kisses on you. Praising your body like you were a goddess. “Hey, y’all done in there?” Ethan slid his pants back on, throwing you back your tank top. “I’ll keep these” he stuck your panties into his pockets. “Pervert” you rolled your eyes, fixing down your skirt and putting your tank top back on.

You groaned, noticing Ethan’s cum on your top. “What? It looks good” You rolled your eyes, Ethan pulling you in for a harsh kiss. “Hello? I have to piss” You could barely hear Mindy's voice, annoyed at the loss of contact as you went to leave.

“Y/n I- ew! Did y’all fuck?” She groaned, “He’s Ghostface! You just fucked Ghostface! Could you be any more of an idiot?” Ethan’s hands rested on your hips behind you, scoffing at her over-exaggeration. “Well if he is, at least he’ll spare me”

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[bibiwrld]

Nerdy Loser Anakin Skywalker!—First meet!

Pairing: Nerdy loser Anakin! x Black fem oc!

Content: 18+ (Minors DNI!)

Author’s note: I’m super fixated on Anakin Skywalker/Hayden Christensen right now and @nymphomatique nerdy Miguel O’Hara works inspired this. You can send asks about Anakin in this college au 🫶🏾💋

Anakin Skywalker. That name sorta rang a bell to Sydnee, she wasn’t all that familiar with him. He was in one or two of her classes, but they’ve never interacted. He was a friend of a friend, of a friend, of a friend’s cousin— so he wasn’t exactly her friend, just knew of him. It’s not like he was popular around campus, he was more introverted, kept to himself, extremely intelligent, and he was a well known tutor to many. As introverted as he was, Sydnee would see him at parties, just sitting, whether it was a kitchen counter, couch, even the floor, and sometimes he’d have a book, just reading.

‘Why did he bring a book to a party?’ Sydnee would think to herself. ‘Who brought him to this party?’

Sometimes, that friend of a friend, of a friend, of a friend, who was Anakin’s cousin, would talk about Anakin.

“His mom, my aunt, wants him to make friends and stuff, so she makes me drag him to all the parties I go to.” His cousin, Chloe, said with rolled eyes, her words a bit slurred. “And my mom says she’ll stop sending me money if I don’t bring him along, so I really don’t have a choice.”

He’d rather be home reading his book and it was never the same book she’d see him reading every time she saw him.

‘He must be a fast reader.’ She thought to herself.

“He seems nice.” Sydnee said, downing her 3rd drink.

“Oh yeah, he is, total sweetheart.” Chloe smiled, glancing back at him. “Wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

He sat on an old couch, reading, not paying attention to his surroundings, pushing up his glasses every 10 minutes.

Sydnee leaned off the wall. “He’s pretty cute too.”

“Ew, seriously?” Her other friend of a friend, June, dragged out.

Sydnee screwed up her face at the comment.“What?”

“That nerdy loser? Really?” June laughed.

“Not too much on him.” Sydnee rose a brow and put a hand out in his defense.

“Right, he’s my cousin and he’s not ugly.” Chloe added.

“Dear God.” June mumbled to herself and drank to silence herself.

Sydnee looked to Chloe.“I’m gonna get him a drink, I assume he doesn’t drink alcohol.”

“Hates it.” Chloe nodded.

“Got it.” Sydnee said before walking to the kitchen.

There weren’t much options for sodas, it was between that nasty Ginger Ale bold or Coke, and she went with Coke. She began pouring the drink into a red plastic cup, the sounds of kissing and moaning getting louder behind her.

They were all over each other, messily kissing and licking each other, the guy put the girl on the kitchen counter, spilling the drinks in the red cups that people left there, making a complete mess of the place.

‘God, when was the last time I got laid?’

She sighed. She almost fucked the captain of the rugby team, but he was so insufferable, she couldn’t bare another second of him talking about how he’s never been with a black girl before and that he wasn’t racist because his best friend was black.

She didn’t even make another attempt with any other guy after that.

Sydnee ignored the two behind her and put the cover back on the Coke and picked up the cup, making her way to Anakin.

She sat beside him, leaving a small space between them. “I got you a drink.”

Anakin looked up from his book for the first time that night, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He bookmarked the page and looked curiously at the drink. “I don’t drink.”

His voice was so gentle, but deep. Smooth like silk.

“It’s Coke, I didn’t slip anything in it.” She told him, hoping he would actually take it.

He gave a small smile, taking the cup from her grasp. “Thank you.”

She smiled back. “You’re welcome, I’m Sy–”

“S-sydnee, I know.” He said, removing the cup from his lips.

“Oh? You know of me?”

“Ye-yes, you’re pretty…..popular!” He caught himself in the last second, he was getting lost in her deep brown orbs. “You’re friends with my cousin and people talk about you.”

She grew curious. “What do they say about me?”

Anakin cleared his throat, holding the cup with both hands. “Uh..well pretty inappropriate thi-things.” He glanced between her and his cup. “I rather not repeat them. I-I didn’t say anything inappropriate about you though!”

He fully turned his body towards her, hoping she would believe him.

She sighed, knowing it was guys talking about how bad they wanted her in their bed. “Yeah, I know you wouldn’t.”

He sighed in relief. “By the way, I’m Anak–”

“Anakin, I know.” She smirked. “Your cousin told me.”

It meant a lot to Anakin that she knew his name. “Oh.” Was all he could muster with a huge smile on his face. He could feel the heat rising in his face, taking a sip of the soda to hide his face from Sydnee.

“So what’re you reading?” She pointed to the book on his lap.

He perked up. He loved books, reading, talking about them, everything about books. “It’s—”

He was rudely interrupted by some guy who came from behind the couch, putting both hands on Sydnee’s shoulders. “Hey sexy, you haven’t answered my snaps, I promise a good time.”

Anakin grew uncomfortable at the sight before him, the way his disgusting hands pressed into her skin, and how close his lips were to her face. Anakin wanted to say something.

“Can you get your fucking hands off me?” She swatted his hands, turning around to face him. “Don’t snap me anymore, I clearly don’t answer. Now leave me alone.”

“Seriously?” The guy had the audacity to say as if he weren’t wrong.

“Sh-she said leave her alone.” Anakin suddenly said, standing up to face the guy, the couch being the only thing separating them. Anakin didn’t even he have the guts to do that, surprising himself with his own actions.

Sydnee look up at Anakin, she’s never seen him angry before, he was always reserved.

The guy scoffed. “You got this loser to protect you?”

“Fuck off, try me again and I’ll fucking cut you.” She stood beside Anakin. “That’s a fucking promise.”

The guy glared at the two before storming off.

“I’m so sorry you had to see that, Anakin.” She sighed, turning to Anakin. She didn’t realize how much taller he was than her, it almost caught her off guard.

Anakin picked up his book and placed his half empty cup on a nearby table. “It’s..uh– okay.”

“Thanks for standing up for me as well, really cool of you.” Her smile was so bright and so cute to Anakin.

How could a guy ever treat her less than what she’s worth?

“It-it was nothing, really.” He smiled shyly, playing with the loose strands of his hair.

She smiled, then frowned seeing that he was probably uncomfortable about the entire situation. “You probably want to go home now, huh?”

He nodded.

“I’ll look for Chloe—”

He grabbed her hand before she could walk away, then quickly let go. “Uh sorry..she usually gets a ride with some guy or a friend, she’ll be okay. Do you want a ride back to your..dorm?”

Sydnee’s eyes brightened up at his kind gesture. “Yes, thank you.”

He smiled at her answer, then walked out of this party with Sydnee by his side. They made small talk walking to his car, he kindly opened the car door for her, made sure she had on her seatbelt before he started driving, he even walked her to the door of her dorm. She thought that was so cute and kind of him.

She dug in her purse in search of her dorm key, while Anakin stood there waiting for her to go in safely.

“Shit.” She put her back against the wall and slowly slid down.

Anakin was now alert. “What’s wrong?” His voice laced with concern, crouching down to her. “Are you okay?”

She was beginning to feel a headache. Slowly rubbing her temples, she answered him. “I lost my damn key, and maintenance is closed for the night.”

“What time is your roommate coming back?” He looked at both sides of the empty hall.

“Monday.” She groaned into her hands. “She’s out of town for the weekend.”

He bit his bottom lip and pushed his glasses up. “W-would you like to stay at..my apartment for the night?”

She silently brought her head up to him.

“It’s..not that far from the campus, I-I promise!” He reassured her quickly.

She flashed a small smile and chuckled lightly. “I would love that, Anakin. You’re so kind.”

He smiled at her compliment. His heart was beating so fast at such simple words, he felt so pathetic.

They were at his apartment in no time, about a 10 minute drive from campus.

He must’ve been loaded, his apartment was huge.

Anakin locked the door behind Sydnee while she took off her shoes and looked around his insanely neat apartment. Then there was his massive bookshelf against the wall of his living room, with awards, pictures and books, lots and lots of books.

“Wow, you bring all the girls here?” She smirked, following behind him.

“N-no, just you…and sometimes Chloe when she’s too drunk to go home on her own or doesn’t have a ride .” He pulled off his hoodie, throwing it over the couch and revealing his muscular arms.

‘He’s fucking built.’ She stared at his biceps from behind.

That hoodie was hiding everything.

“Th-this is my room.” He opened the door to reveal his room. It was neat, just like every other part of his apartment, but there were books scattered across his bed.

He rushed to his bed, picking up all the books, clearly embarrassed. “I-I’m sorry!” He stacked them neatly on the floor, looking back at Sydnee with shame. “I wasn’t expecting guests.”

She stepped in and looked around. “It’s okay.”

“You can sit on the bed, do you still have a headache?”

She sat softly on his bed. “I do.”

“I’ll make you some tea.” He scratched his head, before walking out quickly.

Sydnee smiled to herself and pulled her phone to watch TikToks to pass the time.

In no time, Anakin came back with a cup of tea and aspirin.

After drinking some, Sydnee put the cup on his side table, not without a coaster of course. “You didn’t get to tell me about the book you were reading.”

He sat beside her on the edge of the bed. “Oh..you remembered.” He fixed his glasses and looked at her. “It’s called The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka. Do you want to hear about it?” His captivating blue orbs searched her face. “I don’t want to bore you.”

She got closer to him, making him stiffen and his heart pang against his chest. “You’re not gonna bore me, Anakin.” She blinked slowly, her eyes scanning him. “I like hearing you talk, you have a nice voice.”

His lips parted, but no words left it. His dick began stiffening, he couldn’t control his body.

“Are you okay?” Her head tilted.

That head tilt, that fucking head tilt. Anakin’s brain was scrambling before this girl. She could probably see the gears in his head stop moving as he froze up. His dick strained against the fabric of his underwear and jeans.

“Uh..” He finally let out, pressing his thighs together. “You’re so pretty, I’m sorry.”

She blinked, then smiled at his innocent compliment. “Don’t be sorry, Anakin. I think you’re cute.”

He gulped, staring into her alluring eyes. “Th-thank you.”

“I should really repay you for tonight.” Her eyes glanced down at his erection that he so desperately tried to hide.

“Y-you don’t have to..honest.” His chest rose and fell dramatically. He knew where she was going with this and what a lie he was telling her.

“You sure?” She pouted and went on her knees in front of him.

Anakin blushed furiously, biting his pink and plump bottom lip and stared down at Sydnee. “N-no.”

“You’re so honest.” She put her hands on his thighs, slowly rubbing them.

“Ye-yeah.” He hummed.

“You ever got head before?” She pulled her braids into a ponytail.

“N-no.”

“Cute.” She murmured, unbuckling his pants. “Tell me about the book, Ani.”

He got dizzy at the sudden nickname, his face a new shade of red. “I– He..uh..”

“Breathe.” She commanded, as she started to pull his boxers and jeans down.

He tried regulating his breathing and raised his hips to help her with taking off his pants. They were now dangling at his ankles, his dick standing at attention, veiny, pre cum oozing out and running down his shaft.

Sydnee eyed his lower half. His balls were so big and full, then his pubic hairs were neatly trimmed, and his dick, oh how big it was, twitching under her seductive stare.

“The book, Ani.” She gave his balls a squeeze.

A pathetic moan ripped from his throat.

“Oh wow.” She cooed, rubbing his sticky tip with her finger. “Ani?”

His body twitched, answering with a moan.

“I wanna hear about the book.” She began stroking him slowly.

His hands gripped his sheets, head hanging low as he tried to gather words. “It’s…ah— it’s about a man.”

Her wet mouth made contact with his tip, gradually taking in more of him until she met with the base.

“Oh fuck—ngh!” He couldn’t believe how loud he was.

Her cheeks hollowed to make her mouth feel tighter, bobbing at slow pace for him. She hummed at the taste of his pre cum. One hand on his thigh, squeezing it—her nails sinking into his skin and her other hands massaged his balls.

“W-wait!” He pat the bed with both hands.

She pulled off his dick, wiping her mouth and wondered what she did wrong.

He turned around and grabbed a pillow, resting it on the floor. “H-here, for..your knees.”

In Sydnee’s eyes, that made him 10x more attractive. She put her knees on the soft surface and immediately got back to work. She got sloppy and fast, squeezing her thighs together– she was getting off on getting him off.

“Sydnee!” He cried out. His head was thrown back, a babbling mess before her. “Oh fuck, b-baby!”

That made me her go even faster. Gagging and throating him messily, tears formed at the corner of her eyes. She could feel her ponytail coming undone, but Anakin’s strong hands held it in one for her, as he began thrusting his hips upwards.

“S-Sydnee.” He moaned out, putting both hands on the side of her face and pulling her off to look her in the eyes.

She looked up at him in a daze, saliva running down her chin.

‘Fuck.’ Was all that ran through his hazy mind.

Anakin craned his neck down to her, his lips capturing hers desperately. He’s never kissed anyone in his life, he didn’t even know if he was doing this right, but he just wanted to taste her.

She moaned into his mouth, her hand slowly stroking him.

He pulled away, gritting his teeth and looking into her pretty doe eyes. “I– I think— I’m gonna cum!”

Her eyes brightened up at his words, her brows creasing with his as if she could feel everything he was feeling. “Yes Ani, you’re right there. Let it out for me!”

His legs began shaking, his voice went up and octave, releasing thick spurts of cum all over Sydnee’s clothes, but she kept stroking, using his cum as lube.

“Syd, please!” His hips thrusted into her fist, fucking himself so desperately. “F-fuck— ah!”

She praised him, wiping the sweat from his forehead. “You did so well.”

He breathed heavily, looking down at the mess he made on her. He stood to his feet immediately and pulled his pants up, almost tripping himself.

“Y-your clothes!”

Sydnee could only laugh.

“I-I’m so sorry.” He took his glasses off and wiped his face.

In that split second he took his glasses off, Sydnee’s flood gates broke loose.

“You should..uh.” His breathing was so shallow as he tried collecting himself. “You should take the first shower, I’ll wash your clothes, I’ll give you one of my shirts to wear for the night.” He helped her up.

She kissed his cheek. “Thanks Ani.”

Anakin swore fireworks went off in his head.

💋

#my works💌🌷 #anakin skywalker #anakin fanfiction #anakin smut #anakin skywalker smut #Anakin x black fem #hayden christensen #nerdy anakin skywalker #Anakin the nerd💋!

[adorejungkook]

Baby Got Back!!

Synopsis; Jeon Jungkook has the fattest fucking crush on you meanwhile Jimin and Taehyung don’t find you too hard to look at either. Now Jungkook has to find a way to confess his feelings, maybe even show you,  before the other two find their ways into your pants during your “staycation”. 

Warnings; series, eventual (almost immediate) smut, pining, the boys are horny they talk a bit raunchy about you, big dick!jk (they call it small tho they're just bullying) ,first chapter is pretty tame, you canonically have a nice booty <3

chapter. 1 , 2, 3, 4 , 5

Jungkook hated it when you were around.

You were just so fucking nice, so pretty. He could barely think around you.

The best days were when you decided to let Jimin drag you to lunch along with him and the other two boys. 

“Wait, you’re really leaving us for a whole week? Whyyy,” Taehyung whined, leaning into your side, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer. They were all so comfortable with you, Jungkook had no idea how. He knew he’d combust if he was in his friends position, especially with the way you were running your fingers through his hair. 

Was it weird to wonder how you smelled right now?

“ Not even a whole week!” you say, giggling a bit when Tae groans at you pushing him off you a bit, “My parents really wanted me to come home for like three days, you’ll live.”

“You promised you’d come with us this weekend,” Jimin puffs, pushing cerulean strands away from his eyes, “I already rented our Airbnb and it was expensive as shit! If you don’t come I’m just gonna assume you hate me,” 

It was so hard to focus on the conversation, with the way his friends were sandwiching you between them. He looked down, knitting his eyebrows and running his tongue along the side of his cheek. He kept his eyes on his plate when you said you had to leave early and pushed out a small ‘bye’ when you squeezed his shoulder on your way out.

“Kook, you can stop crying now,” 

“I wasn't!” Jungkook huffs, whipping his head up to pout at his older friends laughing at him. They only made his situation harder, teasing him about you every chance they got.

“Uh, why are you yelling at me when I just got your girlfriend to come on the trip?” Jimin asks, a hand over his heart to feign hurt. Taehyung wiggles his eyebrows at the younger boy before stealing a couple fries from his plate.

“What? She said she was coming like a week ago hyung,” 

“Oh my god,” Jimin snorted, “Have you not been paying attention? What were you doing for like the past twenty minutes?” 

“Probably looking at her ass,” Taehyung interjects, waving his salt covered fingers in Jungkook’s direction.

“She was sitting down bruh,”

“I know. Her ass is still amazing,”

Jimin pauses for a moment, staring at his grinning friend. 

“You’re right, though,”He giggles, eyes turning to crescent moons with his bright smile.

Here they go again. Jungkook’s friends were never shy about their attraction to you, even though they knew about his long held crush. He figured it was because they thought he’d never act on it. They were probably right.

“Listen, she was thinking about going to her parents for three days but I convinced her to only go for the weekend so that she could still come with us,” Jimin smirked, puffing out his chest as if he deserved a medal for his ‘work’. 

Well, considering he just saved Jungkook a good two hours of sulking, maybe he did.

“Thank god, I packed like 3 pairs of grey sweatpants and no underwear! I would’ve wasted all my ‘sexy’ on… you two,” Jungkook said, pretending to gag with a finger in his mouth.

“Ew, bruh.” Jimin grimanced .

“I’m gross but y’all were just sitting here talking about ___’s ass?”

Taehyung patted his shoulder from across the table, giving him a pitiful stare.

“Her ass is actually sexy and your little dick is like a Kandinsky painting.”

“Beautiful?” Jungkook snorts, a smile creeping onto his face.

“Nah, abstract!” He replied, falling back on his seat in a fit of giggles.

It was going to be a long two days without you. 

#jeon jk #jeon jeongkook #jungkook #jungkook smut #kpop smut #bts v #taehyung #park jimin #bts jimin #jimin smut #taehyung smut #bts fic #bangtan #kook.series #jk.bgb

[harrysmimi]

Love Story (Insta Promt)

Synopsis: One where Harry and YN find that they complete one another (Oneshot coming soon...)

Ps. User: penguinflaps is YN's Instagram in the promot

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penguinflaps Had so much fun working with harrystyles all those three days. Harry, thank you so much for having me be a part of such an amazing project! 🥺❤️

Ps. I am not in the picture because I took it 🤧

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Harrymybbdaddy shut up! This is so cuteeeee! I FUCKING LOVED THE VIDEO!!! 😭

harrysluv look at his bunny teef 🥺😭 I'm gonna cry he is so adorable!!!!!

babyrry He is so fucking adorable! I wanna punch a concrete wall with my bare hands!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😤

harrystyles 🤗❤️❤️

harrysfan1 SHUT UP! HARRY COMMENTED! HE NEVER COMMENTS!

harrysfan2 Mom, look Harry Styles know technology exists!!!

harrysfan4 harrysfan3 STOP! THAT'S HILARIOUS! 😭

harrysfan3 @ harrystyles commented a gif

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penguinflaps Stree. Out now. In theatre near and far away from you. Watch out because, she is Stree, oh she can do anything!

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harrystyles So excited!!! ❤️

harrysluv He has been lurking around her Instagram for long two years now! This is just too much for me to process. Harry dating a brown girllllll!!! I am SCREAMING RN!

harrysfan5 If she is dating Harry, all the brown girls are living through her! Including me! 😭

harrysfan7 what a horrible movie trailer. 🤮

YNsfan0 harrysfan7 get a fucking life man!

annetwist already booked the tickets!

YNsfan1 Stop! Even his mother is supporting her!

YNsfan2 She looks so fucking adorable in the trailer I can't wait to see the movie. 😩 I am gonna watch first day, first show, ditching my practicals for it! 😭

penguinflaps YNsfan2 no! Hun, don't miss out on studies for this. I really appreciate your support so much!!! 🥺 That's all I need!

YNsfan3 So when are you and Harry

harrysdesifan What if Harry decides to dress a Vicky (the main lead) for Harryween this year. 🤭 it will be over for the looser haters 🤭 I can't wait for it!

Calledit101 they're getting married. Mark. My. Words. Engrave it in stone!

harrysfan00 Ew! Harry deserves better. The movie looks so cheap. And she doesn't know how to act 🤮 # harrydeservesbetter

harrysfan5 harrysfan00 yes absolutely, # HarrydeservesbetterFANS !! GET A DAMN JOB AT MCDONALD OR SMTH BRO! Let the man be happy for god's sake!

YNsfan5 Y'all remember YN is in watermelon sugar video. They met on the sets 🥺 this is so adorable! 🥺❤️

YNfan6 shut up, YN deserves so much better than Harry. I don't like him for her!

YNfan7 YNfan6 stop with the hate, will you now?!

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harrystyles  One Year💍❤️

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penguinflaps love you ❤️

pillowperson Happy Anniversary to my fave humans ❤️

hsrrysfan1 THEY HAVE BEEN MARRIED FOR ENTIRE FUCKING YEAR?!?!!! 😭

YNsfan1 this is the cutest thing ever. Imagine Harry in a Sherwani 🥺😭 I'll cry!

harrysfan2 HE WORE A SHERWANI AT HIS WEDDING! 😭

annetwist blessed ❤️

gemmastyles Happy Anniversary you two ❤️🤗

harrysfan4 I am not surprised but I am surprised at the same time. I can't 😭 he kept it a secret from all of us!

YNsfan2 that was so mean you kept it a secret from us Harry! DO IT AGAIN!

YNsfan3 seriously, so happy you guys chose to keep it a secret! Love that for you two!❤️🥺

YNandHarry so the rumours of them getting married in the back yard of her family home were true 😭 I can't!

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penguinflaps while in Wides, don't forget to be your Desi self. 😌 #throwback

📸 @ harrystyles 😚

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Twitter

HSnews someone hacked into YN's iCloud and found pictures of her baby bump. She is allegedly pregnant.

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Harrysfan4 can y'all not post those pictures around, I am sure these two want to keep to themselves.

YNsfan1 correct! These two haven't been seen in over six months, they clearly don't want attention. Leave them alone!

Randomuser who is Harry Styles?

YNfan0 you guys need to STOP posting those photos, let these people have some privacy. Be happy for them if not just keep your hate to yourself!

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harrystyles 🫶

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YNfan0 Y'ALL SHUT UP! MY MOTHER IS A MOTHER NOW! 😭

YNfan1 congratulations guys! So happy to hear the arrival of new YLN-Styles baby 😭

Harrysfan1 SOMEONE FINALLY GAVE HIS MAN A BABY! FINALLY!

Harrysfan2 y'all don't understand I love this family so bad!

Harryfan3 god! Baby Styles is gonna rule this fucking world when he grows up, y'all aren't ready for it!

Randomuser I don't get their hype tbh. So desparate, had to pull on a stunt to launch their baby already, so sad. 🙄

YNfan2 Randomuser it is actually sad that they have to ASK for privacy, it's because of someone leaked the news of them expecting a baby. So shut up and mind your own business, okay? 🙂

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penguinflaps Happy Father's day to the best Papa ever! ❤️ - Alba

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annetwist Best Dad ever 🏅

gemmastyles my babie bro, happy father's day 🥺

liampayne Happy father's day lad! 🥂

louist91 Happy father's day to new dad! 🥂

niallhoran Happy father's day Harry! Can't wait to meet the baby 🥺

zayn Happy father's day ❤️

YNsmother so cute! Happy father's! ❤️

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[sturn3]

getting stuck in your college elevator with chris wasn't for the weak.

safe to say the two of you had some unresolved tension between you. wether it be the fact that you liked him in highschool or the fact that he's an entitled asshole. typical athlete in college.

when you rushed to the elevator, not knowing what your fate would be, you found a sweaty chris in his tank top with his sweater over his shoulders carrying his sport gear. you'd be lying if you said he didn't make you feel a certain type of way. well, that was until he opened his mouth. usually, always the case with him. you were never the girl to take shit from anyone and he loved to challenge you. although, that was not the situation today.

today ,you faced the weakest version of chris.

"oh my god, we are gonna die."

"shut up chris, we've only been here for ten minutes. someone is gonna find us, surely." you said as you started fanning yourself, ready to put your hair in a ponytail from how hot the elevator was getting.

even though chris was going through it, he couldn't help but look down at you, the glistering sweat on your neck and chest making his head spin. your hair in the smoothest ponytail had him genuinely tweaking. he was trapped in his sweetest death.

he couldn't help but wonder how on god's green earth you were so chill about it. was this a daily occurence for you or what? did you do this with other boys too? he was truly losing it from the heat and lack of fresh air.

"hellooooo??? can you hear me loser?" he suddenly heard your voice interrupting his train of thoughts about you . "what'd you want?" he said playing nonchalant as if you weren't occupying his thoughts.

"i asked if you were okay. i know you're claustrophobic. maybe we could try to open the thing at the top to get out but you'll have to carry me on your shoulders for that." he looked down at your long legs showing with your choice of clothing, a denim mini skirt, truly the only thing holding him from a panic attack.

"ew perv! stop looking at me like that!" you said as you snatched the sweater he had long thrown on the ground in a moment of stress and rage, to cover your legs from him.

"as tempting as sounds to hold you in my shoulders and look up your skirt, princess, i'm not risking getting hit in the back of my head and suffering a terminal brain injury."

"whatever chris, stay stuck in here." you said as you crossed your arms and turned on to face the other side of the elevator, sick of looking at him and even attempting to come up with a solution. he was truly one of a kind and left you to wonder what the fuck is going on in his head.

another ten minutes passed and no one has came to your rescue yet. making you start worrying too. well, for the time being you had to worry about chris' silence and his loud heavy breathing. as annoying as he was, you could not let him suffer. you turned around to find him trying to come down from a panic attack. "hey chris, look at me, can you breath for me?" mimic my actions you said as you started inhaling and exhaling.

"no, no. i- i can't." he said choking up on his words. suddenly, the only solution that came to you was to kiss him. that usually worked in movies. you surely has nothing to lose.

"hey! look at me." you said and he suddenly sat up as you leaned in to shut him up before he had a chance to start blabbering about whatever it was that you did not wanna listen to. as you continued to kiss him, he melted against you and started to find a rythm. his hands coming to rest on your hips as he tried to pull you off the ground on to his lap, to straddle him. you suddenly found yourself getting lost in the kiss, tugging his hair and biting his botom lip, only to hear him groan underneath you. you'd be lying if you said you weren't extremely turned on right now. the heat of the confined space adding to the atmosphere. all you could do is grind yourself against him to release the tension you were feeling. he was such a good kisser and you hated it.

suddenly, he pulled away ,leaving you with a pouty face. he laughed at you and booped your nose, "you're so cute when you're so needy for me. much better, than when you're fighting me in english lit."

"maybe if you kept kissing me instead of talking, you'd be cuter too."

"oh, yeah? is that how it is?" he said laughing as he adjusted a piece of your hair that had fallen in your face.

as you were about to answer, the door suddenly opened , startling you. thank god, no one was on the other side of it to see you situated on top of your enemy.

you immediately got up, adjusted your clothes and rushed out there, suddenly so ashamed of your doings. just when you thought you got away from him, you felt a hand pulling you backwards, only to look up and see chris. his blue orbs burned through you. he leaned down to whisper to you "come to my room tonight." leaving you there standing speechless as he made his way to wherever he was going. you were so fucked.

this was supposed to be a matt fic but it was too goofy, it gave me chris vibes! so chris girls enjoy!!

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader

[whowantslovergirl]

Feather

JJ Maybank x reader (reader is female with she/her pronouns)

warnings: SELF RESPECT, JJ is kinda toxic in this, just Y/N being THAT BITCH, and my queen Sabrina Carpenter, ^this means start the song💋 hope you enjoy my lovers 🤍

outer banks masterlist

Summary: Y/N is so happy now that JJ is out of her life

posted: February 5,2024

Y/n and JJ. JJ and Y/n. The perfect couple until JJ thought it was funny to sleep with other girls behind Y/n’s back. They broke up as soon as she found out.

After they broke up, she never realized how draining JJ was.

She feels so free. ^

Oh, it's like that, I'm your dream come true

When it's on a platter for you

Then you pull back when I try to make plans

More than two hours in advance, mm

Another plan that Y/n made that JJ canceled.

Three days before the actual plan.

She had her suspicions but she never acted on it.

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“Hey Jay. Why’d you cancel on me? I was really excited to go out.”

“Just couldn’t make it baby. Never would have cancelled willingly.” He said through a fake smile.

That is such a lie.

I slam the door, I hit ignore

I'm saying, "No, no, no, no more"

I got you blocked

After this, an afterthought

“Get out! You fucking cheater!” Y/n found out about JJ’s girls. And now he’s saying that it didn’t mean anything and he loves her all that bullshit.

But Y/n is not buying it.

“Baby just hear me out.” She’s pushing him out the door and when he was finally out.

“No! We’re over!” She slammed the door and left him outside of her room. He didn’t even try to get her to open the door.

Y/n knew he never cared.

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‘Hey it’s Y/n I don’t check my voicemails so just text me!’

He called you five times and they always go straight to voicemail. Then he texted you. Apologizing.

loml jj 🤍

Baby please (not delivered)

They didn’t mean anything to me (not delivered)

Fine be like that (not delivered)

You know I love you Y/n (not delivered)

She blocked him.

He threw his phone and ran his hands through his hair. They’re really over.

I finally cut you off

I feel so much lighter like a feather with you off my mind, ah

Floatin' through the memories like whatever

You're a waste of time, ah

It’s been two months since the infamous break up of Y/n and JJ.

People can tell that JJ is doing terrible and you’re doing absolutely amazing.

You’ve been partying, living your best life and you realized how much JJ was a burden. He would never let you drink this much or party in general for that matter.

God, you feel so much lighter than a feather with him off your mind.

Your signals are mixed, you act like a bitch

You fit every stereotype, "Send a pic"

I feel so much lighter like a feather with you out my life

With you out my life

When you guys were together, he sent you so many mixed signals. One time he’s happy and telling you he loves you and wants to marry you. Then five minutes later yelling at you saying he hates you.

And don’t forget about the begging for nudes.

**Flashback**

loml jj 🤍

come on bby, just one picture

**End of Flashback*

Ew, it makes you disgusted just thinking about it.

Like a feather, like a feather, like a feather, yeah

It feels so good not carin' where you are tonight

And it feels so good not pretendin' to like the wine you like

You’re in your bed watching to hot too handle, you hate it but it’s very interesting. It’s like 12am and you would usually be worrying where JJ is. But you’re not and you love that.

Drinking sprite instead of that nasty beer JJ liked. It feels so good.

You loveeee being single.

I slam the door (Slam the door), I hit ignore (Hit ignore)

I'm saying, "No, no, no, no more"

I got you blocked, excited to never talk, I

I'm so sorry for your loss

“Oh my god JJ! Get out!” JJ went up to your room through your window. Your window.

“You know you should really start locking that.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Get out!”

“No not until you talk to me Y/n.”

You just let him speak and he takes a deep breath.

“Yes I cheated but it didn’t mean anything baby. You know I love you and I just wasn’t in the right state of mind when it happened.”

You just roll your eyes. “That sounds like bullshit JJ. Nothing is a reliable excuse for what you did.”

Before he can speak you pushed him out of your house.

“I’m sorry for your loss JJ.” Then you slammed the door on him.

I feel so much lighter like a feather with you off my mind, ah

Floatin' through the memories like whatever

You're a waste of time, ah

Your signals are mixed, you act like a bitch (A bitch)

After JJ snuck in your room, you just stared at the ceiling wondering if what he was saying is true.

Wait why are you thinking about that? It’s over. He’s a cheater and you are having a great time where you’re at.

You fit every stereotype, "Send a pic"

I feel so much lighter like a feather with you out my life

With you out my life

He’s finally out of your life and you feel amazing. He’s a great guy don’t get me wrong, but he’s a cheater.

Whatever you feel amazing with him out of your life.

Like a feather, like a feather, like a feather

You want me? I'm done

You miss me? No duh

Where I'm at, I'm up where I'm at

“I want you baby. I didn’t mean it!”

“JJ I’m done!”

You want me? I'm done (I'm done)

You miss me? No duh (No duh)

Where I'm at, I'm up (I'm up) where I'm at

“You know I miss you Y/n.”

“Yeah who wouldn’t JJ?”

You want me? I'm done

(I feel so much lighter like a feather with you off my mind)

You miss me? No duh

Where I'm at, I'm up where I'm at

“JJ you can’t help your case. I’m finally happy. I feel like a weight just came off my shoulders. Please leave me alone.”

(Like a feather, like a feather, like a feather)

You want me? I'm done

(I feel so much lighter like a feather with you off my mind)

You miss me? No duh

Where I'm at, I'm up where I'm at

After you told JJ to leave you alone, he finally left you alone. You can’t believe it only took three words. You do feel a little bad but whatever it’s his loss.

(Like a feather, like a feather, like a feather, yeah)

An: SABRINA CARPENTER MENTIONED RAHHHHH but hope yall enjoyed my lovers 🤍🤍 and don’t mind the mistakes they’re gonna be fixed

#Spotify #my lovers on top #outer banks x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #outer banks

[leclercstarrs]

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 - ( 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫 ! )

synopsis -> in which you hate valentines day, yet eren makes it better !

warnings -> not proof read, modern!au, college!au !

“You know what?” You ask your friends, popping another candy heart into your mouth, lying back on your bed. “What?” Mikasa and Sasha ask in unison, sitting next to you. “I fucking hate Valentine’s Day.” You scoff, crunching the candy in your mouth. “What? It’s the best holiday!” Sasha gasps, Mikasa shaking her head. “Nah, I agree with (Y/N). It’s the worst holiday.” She says. “See?! Mika gets it.” You sigh, sitting up and resting your head on Mikasa’s shoulder. “What does Mikasa get?” Connie yells, bursting into your dorm, Eren and Jean behind him. “Oh my god, you’re so extra.” You roll your eyes, grabbing the small box of candy and throwing one of small hearts at him as he enters your room. “Mm, thanks.” He smiles, catching the heart and eating it. Sasha shakes her head, the boys squeezing onto the small couch at the end of your bed. “Well, what does Mikasa get?” Connie rolls his eyes, tossing his head back so he can look at you and your friends. “That Valentine’s Day sucks.” You grumble. “True.” Jean calls out, snatching a bag of candy out of Sasha’s hands. “You and Jean are so bitter! You guys should date at this point.” Connie laughs, hitting Jean’s shoulder. “Ew.” You pretend to gag, Jean sarcastically clutching his chest, “I’m greatly offended.” He says. Eren stays silent, simply glaring at Jean. “What about you, Eren? What’s your opinion on the best holiday?” Sasha questions, breaking him out of his trance. “It’s cheesy.” He shrugs, “You’re a good man.” You joke, Eren shaking his head. “Ugh, I need new friends, you’re all sad.” Sasha groans, you and Mikasa glaring at her. “Well, it’s alright now, I have a Valentine.” You say, Eren immediately turning around. “Connie!” You sing, getting off the bed and sitting on his lap. “Oh, I accept.” He kisses your cheek. “Oh, you’re for real ditching me? I see.” Mikasa pretends to wipe her fake tears, Sasha patting her shoulder. “And me.” Jean raises his hand. “Mine now.” Connie says. “She doesn’t want any of you.” Eren laughs, the group collectively gasping. “Damn.” You breathe out. “Alright, we should probably get going.” Mikasa gets up.

“That party was awful.” You groan, getting out of Eren’s car. “Real.” He sighs, locking the car and moving towards you. “Never again! I refuse to go to anymore corny Valentine’s Day celebrations.” You walk next to him, entering the store. “Everyone else had a good time, though.” He shrugs, trying to find a positive side of the night. “I guess.” You smile, walking down the aisle of candy. “God, it’s all hearts and pink.” You look at all the Valentines themed candy on the shelves, Eren letting out a laugh. “Here, get these.” He shuffles closer to one of the shelves, picking up a bag of bright pink marshmallow hearts, as well as a box of conversation hearts. You take the packages, “Hearts for your…” You pause, reading the box of the candy hearts, “Sweetheart.” You continue. “It’s cute!” He laughs, snatching them from you and tossing them into the shopping basket. “Oh, all of a sudden you love cheesy heart things?” You raise an eyebrow, following him as he walks up another aisle. “Yes, actually.” He grabs a tiny stuffed bear, piling it onto the stack on snacks. “Eren, do you have a secret girlfriend?” You gasp. “Nah.” He dismisses you, shaking his head. “Sure.” You nod, not believing him. “Okay, let’s get out of here.” You add.

Getting into his car, you put on your seatbelt, ready to go home. “Wait.” He says. You raise an eyebrow, turning your head to face him. He reaches into the backseat, grabbing the plastic bag from the store. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” He grins, handing it over to you. Your eyes widen and you open the bag, pulling out the bear and candies from earlier. “Are you making fun of me?” You pretend to be annoyed, glaring at him. “Nope. Happy Valentine’s Day. I know you hate it, but, you know.” He laughs. “Well, thank you.” You grin. He leans closer to you, and you do the same, placing the bag next to you. “I mean it. Happy Valentine’s Day.” He whispers, “I know, and I mean it, thank you, Eren.” You mumble. “Yeah.” He breathes out, pulling you in for a kiss.

#this is so bad sorry yall i just wanted to try some vday fluff cause i hate this holiday 😐👊 #anyways connie is so fine omg #need a 4sum w eren jean and connie rn. #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #aot x you #aot imagines #aot x reader #attack on titan x you #attack on titan x reader #eren jeager headcanons #eren jaeger x reader #connie springer x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #mikasa ackerman x reader

[stupd000]

My typed reaction of Vegas BA bc everyone’s asleep

I love the guy who checks us in

Oh um don’t call me pet

Ermmmmm

Okay don’t like it so far

aw shucks i missed you too boo

no i will not come closer

ew no go away

oh nvm ig we are

wait so are we the dog or is he

okay this is getting boring

can we fuck now

oh wait nvm this is hot

oh WE’RE the puppy

that’s um

okay

is he calling me special

no i’m not ready to play VEGA.

i have a feeling we’re not alone

or we are

idk

okay we got some vouyers

that’s erm

okay

don’t call me pet

weirdo

excitement? no honey i’m scared

yes fear

ok can we fuck now

damn he talks a lot

stop echoing

oh don’t call me pup

oh this is some like

kinky kinky shit

how big is Vega

just in general cuz i thought he was like

6,1 and scrawny

um no my breath is oxygen not yours

this is definitely um

yeah

correct circumstances?

wardrobe?? bitch what is this Narnia

DONT CALL ME A PUPPY THATS WEIRD

i’m kink shaming

I am not getting on all fours what the fuck

oh nvm ig we are

this is uncomfortable

TAIL????

this is some furry shit

UM ..!

NO I WILL NOT CRAWL

WHATTTTTT

ASS?

SLUT???

this would be hot if i wasn’t a fucking dog

don’t shush me bitch

are we still on all fours

that’s mad embarrassing

i am not yours

weirdo

I’d rather you not take care of me

this is very um

interesting!!

Do we have dignity

STOP CALLING ME PUPPY YOU FURRY

do we have any pride at all like oh my god

GRINDING???

Don’t slut shame me bitch

arching????????

oh my god.

CUM HUNGRY LITTLE BITCH????

if he says puppy one more time i’m killing myself

if he puts a fucking collar on me i’ll jump

stop

STOPPP

Dog tag is crazy

“property of vega” NO.

Stop vega this is not a joke

DO WE HAVE NO SENSE OF DIGNITY

OH MY GODDDD

PROUD??? I AM NOT PROUD

OWNER???

I’m jumping off a ledge

MY HOLE?? WHICH ONE I HAVE LIKE 3

Okay stop slut shaming me Vega

ROLL OVER???

i’m insanely uncomfortable

by the way guys i made chicken alfredo today

Anyway

i hate his fucking tone

don’t take that attitude w me bitch

DO NAWTTT CALL ME A WHORE EVER AGAIN.

oh wait he called me pretty nvm

this is insane

it’s 2:30 am i cannot handle this

okay so we archin

PUT WHAT IN

WHAT IS GOING IN

this is strange

CALLING UR DICK A TREAT IS WILDDD

oh my god no

stop.

A TAIL???

NO

NO NO NO NO

NO

NO

no wait cuz there was this one kid who wore a butt plug tail to school it was crazy bc a guy pulled it out

anyway

This is some furry shit

not that there’s anything wrong w that live ur truth

STRETCHING???

the plug is insane

stop

i’m actually sobbing this is NOT OKAY.

what position are they in im so confused

SHAKE WHAT ASS

UMMMMMMMMM

this is peculiar

Vega is a furry

i hate this

i hate this sm

I STILL HAVE 10 MINS LEFT

LORD SAVE ME

okay no need to take that tone Vega😒

bitch we can’t breathe wtf

no i wont whine around that tootsie roll u call a dick

AHHH THE NOISESSS

okay can u not choke me

don’t call me a slut you cunt

oh my god hurry up vega

ew

I don’t love anything about this

this is insane

NOT A PERSON????

RUDEEEEEEEE

okay adjective king

ew don’t call me that

i am not licking the floor sir

i am not licking your boot either

lick your own fucking boot

this is actually pissing me off he’s annoying

are we almost done

Do we have no sense of shame

like at all

second hand embarrassment

okay are we done

no? okay

ew don’t call ur self master

that’s not..

okay

um

the growling is insane

damn right i’m divine

ew don’t call the that

not the baby voice

stop this madness

what do you want from me WHAT DO U WANNTTTT

okay are we done

TWITCHING?????? INSANE.

That was horrible

#sorry for kink shaming but omg this was painful #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted audios #redacted vega #redacted BA

[ashironie]

spoilers for tmagp ep 12. im making this on tuesday then relistening and adding more thursday.

i’ll be doing 2 in front of every thought i had on my second listen

Alex doing the title card? maybe a norris case? mayhaps?

2 Is getting of in relation to the bonzo lap dance turned dismemberment?

oh god.. first ep without a transcript… what the actual fuck are they saying

2 Oh thank god i have the transcript… sam actually got some rizz

celia and sam in the off room? i assume that’s why it’s so FUCKING ECHOY

2 Panting? man this guy is out of shape

2 awwww i kinda heard this part my first listen through </3. Alice unrequitedly loves Sam and Sam unrequitedly love Celia who unrequitedly loves Lena who unrequitedly loves Gwen who unrequitedly loves Alice (i don’t ship half these but it is funny to joke about imo)

2 SAM IS SUCH A CHARMER I NO LONGER WANT HIM TO DIE FIRST (sorry colin, looks like your up, and so is your time)

awwww, celam fans are gonna eat good with this one

my headphones are also broke so i can’t hear jack

ALICE YAY!!!!

2 something about alice makes tmagp 10x more understandable

aw but you love him for it :7

SHE IS JEALOUS!!!

he is so not over the institute, sam and alice are alike like that, he’s not over tmi she’s not over him

awwww alice stop being such a pessimist! like please do say it, i want sam to get out of this bullshit alive as much as you but like… yk

2 OH MY GOD “im sure celia would just love that” SALT IN THE WOUND SAM SALT IN THE WOUND!!! SHES IN LOVE WITH YOU YOU IDIOT DONT TALK ABOUT YOUR CRUSH IN FRONT OF HER!!!!

NORRIS!!! I WAS RIGHT!

norris sounds so robotic, i think i even heard him skip a bit. it’s either jonny is too much of a theater kid, or this is actually important to the lore. norris being less human, sounding less emotive, maybe a bit sad? hm? maybe a bit lonely?

2 the skip is on the words “Policy Number: 548651-656” and on “2024” or more specifically the numbers, which isn’t important in don’t think, but really does remind me of tts

fraud?? ooooooOooooOOOOooooo

ha “acting in good faith”

2 love the way Alex says dickheads, it’s so specific and so pointed

hey i know what a stag is!! i watch a british bitch give one to a 70yo! (its a bachelor(ette) party, im pretty sure)

a lunch box? OH MY GOD BONZO! IS IT BONZO OH MY GOD BONZO?

2 don’t you DARE insult my dear dear comic sans

YES BONZO!!! MR BONZOS ON HIS WAY HE WANTS TO STAY HE WANT TO PLAY!!!

wait why does lena want him murdered?

YES IT WONT TURN OFF!!!

wait cheer?

ew, i hate bonzo

ew…

HUG IT WHY ARE YOU HUGGING IT?

ohhhhh it looks not bad

JOEYS BOOTS????

OH MY GOD IS THAT WHO LENA WANTS DEAD?

OR THAT GUY WHOS STAG IT IS

2 “Just then the googly eyes turned to me,” im sorry but that will never not be funny. i am both disgusted by bonzo and think everything he does is hilarious.

oh god

ewwwwww

WHY ARE THEY LAUGHING? oh they didn’t know

wow dude i feel like that’s overkill bonbon

dut do

why is this SO visiral?

2 ugghhh i love the voice acting

His teeth are not soft

alex saying “bonzo…? bonzo bonzo?” is absolutely hilarious (although i don’t think it can top jonny’s “baaaaa”)

“none of us were left whole” WOW DUDE YOU LOST YOUR FUCKIN HAND?

AW SHIT

YEAH SUE EM! SUE EM TO HELL!

GWEN!

HAHA ALICE YES

AHHHH DYHARD MOMENT DYHARD MOMENT!!!

ALICE WAS SERIOUS!!!!

ALICE IS TRYING TO COMFORT GWEN AWWWWWWWW!!!

SERIOUS TALK!

THAT LITTLE GWEN LAUGH!!!!!

I WAS SO SCARED WE WOULDNT SEE GWEN

awww gwen getting her hopes up that alice isn’t fucking with her, so cute

YES!

#tmagp #the magnus protocol #tmagp spoilers