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icyharrington · 1 year

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Writing prompt 142 with Eddie?

142. “Could he make you feel as good as i do?”

oooo finally an opportunity to write some pissed off eddie content teeheeeeee okok lets do it !!! PS I AM STILL TAKING PROMPT REQUESTS !! the og post is on my page so go check it out and send me one if you’re interested! :3 also sorry if this sucks im not used to writing multiple different fics/blurbs/whatevers in 1 day dfjgkdjfg

contains: jealous!eddie, mean eddie, dirty talk, degradation, fingering, general rough/mean dynamic (he still luvs you tho don’t worry uwu)

You’ve never seen Eddie this angry before, and your body is caught in limbo between utter terror and arousal.

So you’d fucked around with Steve Harrington- you and Eddie were on a break! And a well-deserved one, at that, considering that he’d been devoting all of his time to his fantasy campaigns rather than his real life, human girlfriend.

Eddie stands before you in his bedroom, his wide brown eyes unusually cold as they size you up. His arms are folded protectively in front of his graphic t-shirt, a prominent frown on his lips. “So what you’re telling me, (y/n)- and correct me if I’m wrong here- is that you let Steve Harrington’s dick inside you? Is that what I’m hearing right now?”

He sounds so sarcastic, yet so deadly serious; it sends an uncomfortably cool chill up your spine, and you’re unsure of what’s about to happen.

You look him dead in the eyes despite the anxiety it causes you, unwilling to back down. “Yes, Eddie, I did. I fucked Steve Harrington. So fucking what? We were on a goddamn break! It’s not like you ever wanted to fuck me while we were together.”

“That is such bullshit, (y/n),” Eddie seethes, taking a lingering step towards you. You stand frozen in place, your limbs unwilling to move from where they’re planted. “Every time you’re in the mood to fuck, it’s when I’m busy with Hellfire!”

“You’re always busy with Hellfire!” you scream at him, one-upping him by taking your own hopefully-menacing step in his direction.

“What about that night in my van when you turned me down? Or when you told me to stop being gross when I was feeling up your ass, hm?” He cocks his head threateningly, sauntering until he’s face-to-face with you.

“I just said that because I was in a bad mood, Eddie,” you murmur, feeling a little guilty about the exchange in retrospect. Usually you loved when Eddie would touch you, even by surprise- he’d just happened to catch you on a bad day. “I don’t think you’re gross.”

“Oh, really? ‘Cause I think you do. I think you find me downright disgusting. That’s why you ran off to go spread your legs for Steve Harrington- to find out what it’s like to fuck a real man. Right, (y/n)?” His eyes are welled with tears, though he’s good at keeping them at bay, with his face contorted into a scowl. “Making a fucking fool of me, huh? Dating the freak and fucking the jock. I bet you did it before our break, you fucking slut.”

He’s shaking, and you want to hug him, though you’re scared what will happen if you do. You mentally kick yourself for even allowing the secret to slip in the first place, but you never would’ve forgiven yourself if you hadn’t told the truth.

Now, though, you wonder if it would’ve been worth it to lie, just to prevent Eddie from believing all the other untrue parts his mind had invented. “Eddie, I would have never done that to you!”

He drags his eyes up and down your body, taking in the short skirt you’re wearing, paired with a pair of platform boots and a cropped sweater. When he speaks, he doesn’t reference anything you just said, evidently too wound up in his emotions to process much else. “Yeah, prancing around at school looking like that, huh? You dressed like that for Steve, didn’t you? Wanted him to take you in the bathroom and fuck you stupid?”

You whimper; you aren’t certain if he’s intentionally trying to make you horny right now, but for some unfathomable reason… you so are. “No, Eddie. I promise you, I don’t want Steve. It was a stupid mistake, Eddie, I swear! I was upset about us being on a break, and I just…I don’t know! I fucked up!”

“Yeah, you’re right, (y/n). It was a stupid mistake.” He takes in a breath, seeming to ponder on what his next action will be, before he shoves you back onto his bed. “Real fucking stupid. That’s my pussy you’re throwing around like a tramp, get it?”

He flips up your skirt, grasping your pussy between your legs and rubbing you harshly through the thin lace fabric of your panties. “Oh, I’m sure Steve Harrington could never get your pussy as pathetically wet as I can.”

You don’t say anything, moaning out at the rough motions of his callused hand against your soaked underwear; if he continued doing this for another minute or so, you’d probably cum without needing him to do anything else. He smacks your cheek lightly in response to your silence, narrowing his dark eyes at you. “Could he?”

“N-no, Eddie,” you whisper, letting out a strangled whine when he moves your panties to the side and presses two fingers into you abruptly. “I told you, it was a mistake. I want you, Eddie.”

“Could he make you feel as good as I do?” he demands, taking your jaw in one hand and jerking it so that you’re facing him. “Hm?”

You shake your head rapidly, a helpless look on your face as you silently beg for his forgiveness (which you know is already granted, though you don’t expect him to tell you that quite yet). “No, Eddie. Never.”

“Fuckin’ thought so,” he says as he continues to fuck you with his fingers, adding a third in order to stretch you wider. “You’re lucky I love you enough to teach you a lesson instead of kicking your ass to the curb.”

He’s not serious- at least about the kicking-you-to-the-curb bit, though the way he’s speaking to you is making your skin prickle over with warmth. There’s just something about your soft, sweet Eddie being mean that turns you on beyond belief.

Looking up at him with wide doe eyes, you hold back a knowing smirk. “You’re right, Eddie. I am lucky.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfiction #mine #joseph quinn #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #eddie munson imagine #stranger things imagine #eddie munson fic

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ppawmpkin · 8 months

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Riri Williams Smut HeadCannon

Riri Williams x Black Fem Reader

Description: Making Riri Williams Squirt.

“tell me how much you like when im inside you, ri? how much you like when im fucking my pussy dumb?” you said, smiling as you watched her pretty pussy take in all of you. you couldn’t help but be proud of her for being so good for you, taking your assault on her cunt with little to no complaints. “i-i love it so fucking much, ma.” she moaned, heavy pants between the interludes of her words. you loved hearing her so fulfilled by you, knowing that you were the only one who could make her a needy, wet mess.

you pushed into her harder, feeling her legs wrap around you as you hit her spot over and over again with more force each time you pushed back inside her velvet walls. “shit. don’t stop, baby.” she whined, feeling that tightness in her core increase with every thrust of your hips. you could feel it too, how she wrapped around you with every movement, sending a sensation of bliss straight through you. “you’re so tight for me, pretty. so fucking tight.” you praised, staring at her fucked out face, her eyes filled with tears.

she gasped feeling herself inching closer to the edge of her high, her cunt pulsing around you even more quicker now. “fuck. ma, please, please lemme come.” she pleaded, slurring her words slightly, a pretty pout on her full lips. you thrusted in her even harder at the words, making her brown eyes roll to the back of her head. it was downright nasty, the squelching of her pussy and the slapping for your skin against hers as you worked you both to a release.

“wait just a lil bit, baby. i wanna make you squirt all over this dick, ok?” you coed, in a world of your own. feeling the peak of your orgasm creeping closer with every time her walls sucked you in. you rubbed two fingers on her sensitive clit, hearing her loud moans as you put her senses in overdrive. she almost couldn’t take it, the overwhelming feeling making her toes curl.

“there we go, cum for me, princess.” you panted, curses following as you filled her with your essence, fucking your cum into her greedy cunt. “shit.” riri dragged, her juices sputtering all over your stomach, soaking the off white bedsheets beneath her. you smiled lazily at the sight, “such a good girl, hm? squirting all on me like i wanted you to, yea?” slowly, you rode out your orgasm with her, gradually slowing down your thrust and letting you body slump on top of hers.

after awhile you placed gentle, sweet kisses on her neck, to compensate for any roughness you used, telling her how much you loved her in between each one. she hummed softly, placing her arms around your waist. “mhm, don’t be tryna be all soft now. you is just nasty.” she said, playfully scrunching her face up to mimic disgust. “but you loved every bit of it, so what that make you?” you retorted, kissing her lips before she could argue with you.

“you just as nasty in fact, maybe even worser.” you said, making her roll her eyes at you. she knew it was true though, she was down for anything when it came to you and you only. “i gotta be when you doing me so good, got me seeing stars and shit.” she said, staring into your eyes with a mischievous look on her face. “mhm, at least you can admit it. usually i could have you floating off the bed and you’ll still lie.”you joked, making her lightly smack your arm. “you better savor it.” she said, raising an eyebrow to you.

“oh trust me, i am.” you replied.

#black reader #black panther imagine #ppawmpkinpostedit #riri wiliams x reader #riri williams x black!reader #riri williams #riri black panther #riri smut #riri x reader #black panter wakanda forever

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sunrisemill · 2 months

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✮From the start✮ Pt.4

Chris and y/n have always been inseparable, they’ve always relied on each other but what happens when one of them falls?

(Warnings: mentions of mental health such as Anxiety and possibly depression. Please take care of yourself, I love you 🤍)

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Finale

Y/ns’ POV

(Present)

I feel a wave of anxiety crash down on me as he stares at me from across the dining table. How in the hell am I supposed to do this? I feel the tension rise within seconds as I remain silent, I just wish I could see what he's thinking. The look he has on his face is unreadable and stern. God, I've fucked everything up. I continue to tell myself that until I hear him clear his throat. “Well…are you going to say something?” Right, with my emotions at an all-time high, I completely forgot how much time had passed. “I'm so sorry, Chris,” I whisper before taking in a deep shaky breath. “It was wrong to treat you like that and it's okay if you don't forgive me, I understand. But I couldn't go on until I gave you an apology.” I watch him carefully as he processes my words. Please forgive me, please Chris. He nods his head before leaning back in his chair. “I'm sorry too. But could you just tell me what's wrong? You continue to shut me out and that's not healthy Y/n, you can't just bottle everything up and expect it to be okay.” He sits up straight and leans forward again, propping his elbows on the table as he reaches his hand out to gently hold my hand in his. His touch sends shockwaves throughout my body. “Just talk to me. I'm here.” My chest tightens as I stare down at our hands which are interlocked. I can feel his eyes bore into my head as the air grows thicker. I can’t tell him, he's gonna think I'm being dramatic or I'm just being silly. Oh my god, he's gonna think that something is wrong with me, or that I'm too much for him to handle and he's just going to leave me. “Y/n?” The concern in Chris’ voice when he notices how my breathing has picked up causes me to spiral into a deeper panic. I lift my head to look at him but my vision is blurred by tears. Chris’ face drops when he sees me in such a distressed state. “Y/n, please talk to me.” The slight squeeze he gives my hand pushes me over the edge. I can't do this. I need to leave. Right. Now. I tell myself as I quickly drop his hand and shoot up out of my chair, the speed of my action causes the chair to fall back, but I don't care. The only thing I care about is getting out of that damn house. The sound of Chris calling after me is cancelled out as the sound of my heartbeat in my ears drowns it out.

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Chris’ POV

I feel as though everything just blew up within a few minutes. I shouldn't have done that, I pushed her too far now. I can't believe I had her back and now im watching her run out of my house because of my idiotic actions. “Y/n!” I shout out to her but she doesn't stop…shit. I quickly stand up to chase after her but get stopped by a tug on my arm, my head snaps to look at whatever has tugged on my arm and im met with my mother. “You have to let her go, Chris. She's not worth it.” Nothing but rage fills my senses as I hear those words leave her mouth. She's not worth it…How dare she say that about Y/n, she doesn't know her like I do. “you have no idea what you’re talking about.” She looks up at me with sympathy. “I've seen enough to know that she's no good. If you go after her now she’s gonna trip up again and drag you down with her, I used to know people like her, and They did nothing but destroy everything in their paths. Do not go.” I stand there in pure disbelief. “So what? Im just supposed to stand here like a fucking imbecile when she's obviously distressed?!” I spit out as I yank my arm away from her, looking down at her with disgust. “Im not doing that again. Im going after her, whether you like it or not.” I give her one last gare before turning around and walking out of the house in search of Y/n.

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Y/ns’ POV

The sound of crickets chirping in the long grass and wind rustling withered leaves has an eerie but soothing sound. I can't believe I ran out of there but I know that's what I needed to do. I stare at the reflection of the moon across the lake as I think back to when life was simple before reality struck me like a bolt of lightning. I think back to when I was just a little kid sitting on the same ground that I am now, I remember a small Chris running to me to show me a small daisy that he thought I'd like. He has always been like that, the kindest soul I have ever known. But I just had to ruin it, ruin us. Sometimes, I think he would be better off without me, im only just dragging him down. He insists that he wouldn't know where he would be without me but I know… He'd be happier and not have to deal with all the stress and sadness I've caused. It's like I destroy everything I've ever touched, why can't I just be normal? I let out a silent sob as my fingers tangled through the grass below me, If Chris was here he'd tell me that it would be okay, that I'd be okay. But how could he be so sure of that? He’d be horrified if he took even a peek into my brain. I still remember how he looked at me on that night. “I’ve never met a girl like you before, I feel like all my problems go away when I'm with you. I'm so glad I get to call you my best friend.” I shake my head at the memory. How could I be so stupid? He’d never like me, he's gonna end up with a happy bubbly girl and realize how horrible I am. I bring a shaky hand up to wipe away the tears on my cheeks when I hear a voice. “I thought I'd find you here.” I keep my head down as I feel Chris sit beside me.

“Hey…” He whispers as he wraps his arms around my shoulders and pulls me close to him “It’s gonna be okay, you're gonna be okay.” I let out a small chuckle. “I knew you’d say that.” I sniffle, leaning into his touch, it takes me a moment but I finally look up at him. He lets out a sad sigh and brings his hand up to my face, wiping away the tears that continue to roll down my cheeks. “Am I that predictable, huh?” He asks teasingly with a slight tilt to his head. I smile softly as I take my chance to fully take in everything about this moment. The way his hair brushes against my face as he looks down at me. The moonlight casting a pale light around us. I bask in the comfortable silence between us, wishing it could last forever. “I'm so sorry Y/n… I shouldn't have pushed you-” “It's okay, Chris.” I quickly cut him off. “It's just… I'm not good at talking about my feelings. Ever since I was younger I was told I was sensitive and I was overreacting. Everyone made me feel like I was crazy when I would open up, they’d say it was all in my head but would never comfort me or even try to help me. So I thought that if I could hide my feelings we’d be fine, but it didn't work.” My heart drops down to my stomach as I open up for the first time. “I'm just so tired of it all…” I sigh as my head hangs low. “I feel like everyone is moving on with their lives and I'm stuck frozen in time. Look at me right now… one thing goes wrong in my life and I come running back to the lake.” I shake my head as I look back out towards the water. Why does this have to be so difficult? “I try so hard at everything but nobody seems to notice or care, But when somebody actually notices I chase them away 'cause I get scared that I'd be a burden to them, I feel like such a coward.” I whisper the last part as I wait until the moment when Chris finally speaks up. It takes him a minute but he tightens his arms around me as he whispers. “I'm sorry… I know how hard that was for you and I just want you to know that I'm so proud of you. I take back every word I said to you, You are not a coward Y/n, you’re the strongest person I know.” He ends that sentence by placing a kiss on the side of my head. Oh my god, he just kissed me. I'm sure it was just a friendly kiss. “You think so?” I whisper back, hope glimmering in my eyes. “I know so. You’ve gone through so much, Y/n. I’ve never been more proud of somebody else before. Just know…you could never be a burden to me, Y/n. I love you so much and I care for you so deeply, you can come to me always. I could be anywhere, I could be at a concert and I'd still drop everything to come see you” He looks down at me with his infamous boyish grin. I smile back at him as I finally feel my tears dry up. “You love me?” I whisper in disbelief, how is this possible? He loves me back. He nods his head as he replies with a voice so soft that it puts clouds to shame

“More than anything.”

(A/n: Omg I worked my ass off on this one. I hope that you enjoyed it 🤭 the next part is gonna be the last one (don’t take my word on it cause I’m indecisive) anyways, thank you for reading, I LOVE U 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💋😽)

Tags: @guccifrog @junnniiieee07

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

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naturesapphic · 7 months

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“I need love”

Hanna marin x fem!reader

Warnings: reader is on her period, fluff

“Im dying!” You groan into Hanna’s pillow as she watches you from across the room reading one of her many magazines. “Baby hush, you aren’t dying”. She says as she rolls her eyes. You pout “I am too! It feels like someone is doing arts and crafts in my uterus. Cutting up all of my insides and twisting them.” You say dramatically.

Hanna made a disgusted face “okay I did NOT need that visual in my head.” She said and shook her head to not think about it. You rolled around in her bed, trying to get comfortable but you couldn’t. Your body was kicking your ass and your cramps too. No matter how much you turned or turned over, you just couldn’t get comfortable and all you wanted was your girlfriend to give you snuggles and attention.

“Hanna bananaaaaaaaaa” you dragged out on purpose to get her attention. She looked up from her magazine and looked at you with an eyebrow raised. “I need love” you simply stated at her. She smiled at you and got off her ass and headed towards you. You made grabby hands towards her and she instantly pulled you into her arms.

You smiled and immediately snuggled into her, almost purring to which Hanna giggled at. She ran her fingers through your hair and leaned down every now and then to give you kisses. A few moments later and you were starting to get bored. “Hannnnnnnnn…I’m bored” you complained to her and she rolled her eyes jokingly and gently thumped you on your forehead. “Why are you complaining so much today?” She said as she looked down at you with her piercing blue eyes.

“Because I’m bleeding and in severe pain! I have the right to complain! And at least I don’t complain everyday like you do….” You mumbled at the end but Hanna heard you and gasped in defense. “Do not!” She defended herself. “Do to!” You stated back at her which was a mistake because she started tickling you.

“Ahhh hanna! S-stop!” You giggled out and she kept tickling you until she saw tears in your eyes and then she stopped and you caught your breath. “Rude…” you pouted up at her and she smiled as she leans down to give you a slow and long kiss. You kiss back and run your fingers through her blond hair and gently push her head down to deepen the kiss.

A few moments later Hanna pulled away causing you to pout. “Nuuuu come backkkk. I want your lipsssss.” You whined out again. “Babe if I kept kissing you I would have passed out from lack of oxygen.” She stated. “And?” You said dramatically with a serious face. “Babe what the fuck! Do you want me to die?!” She yelled. “Nope. But I wanna keep kissing youuuu.” You simply said to which Hanna rolled her eyes at you yet again.

“Hannaaaaaaa. Im boreddddd.” You said while throwing your hands up in the air. Hanna huffed “go read some of my magazines then.” She suggested. “That will not help me feel better and be less bored.”you grumpily said. “It helps me!” She gasped. “Im happy for you.” You commented and she gently punched you in your shoulder. “ABUSE! Im telling mrs. Hastings!” You snarled and she started laughing.

“You wouldn’t do that baby. You love me too much. Plus I’ll kill you.” She said seriously at the end and you giggled. “Thats true. I would turn you in for abuse.” You smiled and she rolled her eyes as she smiled at you lovingly. “Thank you for being here with me Han. I love you. You always make me feel better.” You said while looking at her with so much adoration and love. She returned the look “of course y/n/n, I’ll always be here for you and I love you so much more.” Hanna said with a big smile plastered on her face and you smiled back. Hanna will always be there for you, especially when you are on your period and need constant attention 24/7.

A/n: I randomly came up with this since I’m on my period and I would definitely need attention 24/7 like @tvgirllloverz cmon I need you 🙄

But thank you for reading! And if you have any Hanna requests just let me know and of course any other requests you have for the other characters I write for :) remember to stay hydrated and to rest. I love y’all. Have a good day!

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tricitymonsters · 3 months

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Also im in a mood for side characters smut today.

Kazu slamming and raw fuckin mc against a wall and nuzzling their neck, smelling their hair and slamming in even harder when that salty smell of their sweat starts to gather.

Raath fingering and groping mc in the middle of some crowd while holding them against his chest. enjoying all the hungry and disgusted eyes seeing what he's doing and knowing he could even fuck them in there with all the people watching but doesn't only because it would upset mc.

Marcel trying to hold back himself but after mc gives him those oh so lovely eyes he grabs their hand and drags them inside the closest public bathroom where he locks the door and fucks them against the sinks and looks in wonder and determined when mcs eyes roll back and their fingers turn white with how strong they grab the sinks edge.

I love these side characters so much.

Kazu’s def got a little bit of that possessive roughness going on and he’s very into like natural body scents and stuff too so the smell of your neck/throat while he’s giving you everything has such an effect on how hard and urgent he fucks. He’s not quite feral the way Mori is but you’ll definitely feel some teeth as he pants against you. He’s also strong as shit and so its a little bit novel to get lifted/manhandled/hauled around like you weigh less than a chicken patty.

Raath, my beloved little freak man, loves to play mind games and powerplays. He would very much love upping the ante with some risqué public play, only to hold off on finishing the whole ordeal until sometime later. He’s also bold af with little care for social ramifications from others so he’d have no personal hangup with barely covert groping or sliding his hand up your shirt in broad daylight. You can slap his hand away of course but that only pushes him to find other ways to get you hot and bothered. Rest assured, when he’s got you near the edge and about to crack and SERIOUSLY considering just letting him do his thing right here and right now because he’s driving you crazy, he’ll pull back and just. Smirk. Prepare yourself for him being absolutely insufferably smug when you pull him into a dark alley to continue.

Marcel has so very little self control, all you have to do is bat your big beautiful eyelashes at him and his head’s full of ideas and his dick’s filling out in a hurry. The other thing with marcel is that he can’t stand delaying his gratification so you can bet he Will find the closest proxy to a private place he possibly can. This you know… might be a broom closet or whatever but its the enthusiasm that counts. Also YES the classic mirror fucking scenario god this fits Marcel to a T. Please let him fuck you in front of some gross mirror so he can watch your face while he’s wrenching you back into him as hard as he can.

#thank you for asking!#god i love them #kazu #marcel #raath

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mako-neexu · 9 months

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Wanna know the reason why Oberon is so covered up for a summer outfit? It's cause his body is littered with hickies and bite marks from Guda ;)

love the fandom is so horny for oberon meanwhile oberon's creator herself feels like a grandmother watching over her grandson go to his first summer camp 😭 its so cute yet im here writing him getting his nipples sucked by guda so he's forced to use the hoodie

also the way i literally prioritized this idea over the hundred wips i have😭 plus this somehow??? kind of pushed me out of my writer's block wow so this is the power of being horny for oberon anyways i wrote something short under the cut XD

Cute.

Oberon was just too cute.

Ritsuka pulls away from the kiss, and takes a good look at her handiwork.

Her Pretender pants underneath her, breathless and flushed, purple and red flowers bloom on his once fair skin, his nipples were pink from all her sucking, coated with a bright sheen from her spit.

“Tsk, you’re a fucking pervert through and through.” He says, in between breaths while glaring at her.

Ritsuka grinds down on his boner, her grin growing even wider at the sound of his strangled moans.

“Says the one who fucked me senseless last week.” He made sure to do it at a bad time too. So this could be also considered revenge for embarrassing herself in front of everybody as she hobbled to the command room.

She leans back down before capturing his lips into another kiss, slipping her tongue inside his wet cavern, one arm tightening further around his wrists pinned above his head.

What was she supposed to do when Oberon came in to try and make fun of her with a cute man bun and low swimming trunks? Just let him be? Not on her watch.

She tastes the ice cream he had earlier, reaching deeper into his mouth to gather and take everything from him. The flavor was overly familiar yet even with the knowledge of what the main ingredient was the dessert made, Ritsuka could only think of Oberon before her.

Did he seriously use her blue apples to make this ice cream? God he was so fucking cute-

Her lips travel down his chin, leaving open mouthed kisses while her other hand cupped and stroked his cock through his shorts.

And the way he could only squirm and moan underneath her was practically a drug to her system.

Finding another spot that was still unmarked, Ritsuka latched onto that patch of skin and sucked. She bit, nipped, and showered him with kisses, losing herself into the arousal from the noises that slipped past his lips.

Once more pulling back, Ritsuka leaned forwards to kiss the spot behind Oberon’s ear and whispered, “You don’t mind if I leave you like this, right?”

After all, they were kind of running late to the rayshift schedule since they got a little too preoccupied.

Oberon growled, “Are you shitting me right now?”

“Uh, no?” She smiles a little as she gets off from his lap to sit beside him and wear her shoes, “But I do have a hoodie and shorts in my closet over there that you could wear to cover… everything up.”

The way he gives her a glare of disgust has her also promising to drag him to the beach so he could do some cool moves with Muramasa’s katana paired with Castoria’s arts while they have fun in the ocean.

#anon #ask #fgo #oberon vortigern #again please dont kill me for grammar mistakes jwbfwejkfjkrn

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love-war-and-other-crimes · 10 months

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pt 12.2

her pov-

what the fuck what the fuck are you out of mind payu? you hate PDA and you now want to do it?? ''wait are you really thinking I am serious?' WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME, i am too carefree about this all 'calm down im joking, lets go play some other game' I laugh it out and turn around to withdrawn the won tickets. He is still standing silently looking here and there when I get up 'come on' I think I broke his brain or something I turn around to go to another machine but he grabs me by my hand and drags me to a corner behind a machine, 'no one is here.' 'what are you doi-' and his lips are on mine, I forgot where we are, his lips are as always warm, and his kiss is soft, my body has a weird sense of calmness, its like standing on a beach watching the sun drown as breeze hits your face. His hands wrap around my waist, and I pull him closer.

We break apart on suddenly hearing a few giggles, there were kids, probably 10th graders, crossing by, 'don't mind us, lovebirds' a girl says doing a mock salute and they all walk away, Ayan is standing a feet apart and we both are red, shy and smiling looking at each other 'we should go now..' 'yeah' he says while rubbing the back of his neck he is cute.

It's slightly raining, more like a drizzle, and I am driving the car now, to keep my mind straight and away from my mind. At one point I want to un-button that goddamn shirt and feel his skin. What if he finds me unlikable and disgusting for thinking sinful thoughts for him.. Its not like i havent seen his body, but the urge to touch it was always in control of me, but ever since then, I have been loosing my self control. I want to keep feeling his hands on mine, his body beside mine.

on other side I am scared how to tell him about my past. Just the thought of it makes me ache, what if.. what if he looks at me with those eyes that scream I am an ugly monster behind this facade.. what if he leaves me, It wont be a surprise tho.. I see a stall of makai ka bhutta (corn cob) 'hey, see there?' I point towards it, 'let's have some?' 'oh hell yesssssss its the perfect weather for it' 'i know right' I pull up near the stall.

we were standing in the small shed, our shoulders touching. He is smiling, watching the rain as we wait for corns, he always does when it rains, as if he is 5 year old watching rain and being fascinated by it. 'today is nice' he says turning to me 'yep it is'. The seller hands us beautifully roasted Corn-cobs, with their tips all black and soaked in lime juice and rock salt, ugh I love this, everything about this, from the fresh hot corn in my hand and the slight rain on my skin and him beside me, It is perfect. One day we will have a house and we will wait for rain to come and then dance on the roof kissing each other.. what the hell, I shouldn't be daydreaming things. I don't want this to be ruined.. I cannot dream about future.. what if I tell him and.. he leaves.. I know he isn't that kind of person but still.. how can I let hope grow in me? Every time my expectations are broken and I am too messed up to be in love and to be loved. 'what are you thinking?' 'nothing' 'umhmm' 'nothing' he gives me an eyeroll and we let out a laugh.

He starts humming Badde ache lagte hai in between each bite

'ye dharti'

'ye nadiaa'

'ye raina'

'aur?' I ask

'aur tum' he says looking straight at me and smiling

'hum tum itne pass hai, durr hai chand sitare....' we both are humming together as we eat

His pov-

later at her house, 6.08 pm

We are sitting on the sofa thinking of what to watch, more like she is scrolling and searching while I stare at her, how do I explain tell her I just said yes for movies it to spend more time with her, I am such a creepy clingy person.. but we wont get time for next 2 week until the gala ends because of all the work. She puts on some thriller comedy and I am looking at her, they way eyebrows furrow and creases on her forehead, the way she smiles in between and her peeking side glances at me.

'why are you staring at me focus on the movie' she asks me, her eyes still glued to screen. 'Just cause I want to focus on you.' she presses her lips then asks 'so are you just gonna stare me?' 'I want to do more than that.' I don't know why I am so honest right now, but ever since we kissed in Arcade, I just don't want to stop at kiss. I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, for clear look at her face and she is silently staring at me. 'more than that.' her eyes are wide open. I nod. 'then why are you still?' 'may I?' 'do it coward' she is smiling wide. 'don't complain about it later' I shift near her and she shifts away while trying to keep her smile contained. I shift again and so does she and now she is at edge. I shift for the last time and hold her hands. 'stop running away Payu.. after pulling on my desperation' She lets out a grin and leans towards my face I am grinning too, we are looking at each other and she plants a kiss on my forehead and re-establishes the eye contact. 'here happy?' I pout at her 'greedy huh?' I nod and give a peck on her lips and my stomach is tingly. 'this is better' and I turn away from her, sitting straight looking at the TV. A guy is chasing someone in night-time or something.

I want her, to be kissing her but what if I ca- She tugs and moves me towards her and leans close, lingering with her lips on mine, touching, but not kissing. My thoughts were all over the place but all I know is her hands on me, her brown eyes staring at me with same need, her rosy cheeks and the way she is breathing, I love her.

her pov-

I tug his shirt and lean close to his face. We are holding our gaze as my lips are slightly brushing on his lips. My insides are going feral, as if I have no thoughts but him, which is true. I want to call him mine, do things to each other and have secrets between us no one will know. My heart beats are audible, I shudder a breathe I need him, fuck it. I pull him by collar and crash my lips on his, my eyes are shut and it was red, everything felt red and burning, I haven't felt this impatient about anyone. I pull away, I don't want to look at him, what if he, he doesn't feel the same. His hands cup around my face and he tilts my face, I open my eyes to find him gazing me, with the same gaze as last sunday night, making me melt in his palms, he is pretty, his hair is kinda messy. His eyes are dark brown, like chocolat- He pulls me in again, our lips are locked with each other.

@pheonix-thefirebird @damnn-dorothea @vellhighbandi @hell-lit011019

#im severely bored so im writing shit #the hyperactivity insect has bit me so here you go #next part they are gonna get fucked in not that sense that sharma wants :D

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weebsinstash · 1 year

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Ok so, about Heart of the Lycan King, right?

-protagonist and her pack are explicitly African which is cool!

-that's about where the pleasantries end. Her parents died when protagonist Natasha was 14 and she became a slave. Now 20, her Alpha and mate Mateo keeps their matehood a secret and makes Natasha strip naked and watch as he has sex with his girlfriend Camilla (appropriate name lmao) and this disgusting absolutely rancid fucking dickhead even forces Natasha to strip naked and watch and also suck him off after he's slept with Camilla and he even walks up and just blatantly pinches and twists her nipples for no reason until they're basically bruised (OUCH!!! KILL HIM!!!)

-Natasha has a naturally thick body so everyone calls her fat. She was naked and Camilla makes a comment that "maybe her tits are so saggy because someone is sucking on them" and Mateo literally drags still naked Natasha into the dining room where the pack is still eating and asks if anyone has touched her and they all call her fat and saggy and make fun of her, and then some fucking beta male parrots a rumor that Natasha sucks people off and Mateo is like visibly fucking jealous and furious? Over a rumor? And he even asks the guy "who" and the guy says "idk" and even when Natasha says "if I was sleeping wirh someone you would feel the pain I feel through the mate bond when you sleep with Camilla" (get his ass) and that kind of calms him down but he's STILL mad?

-the real reason Natasha is treated like shit besides being an Omega and an orphan is that her wolf is brown and white and there are myths that two toned wolves bring rhe destruction of whatever pack they're in so. They harass her over folktales

-there are werewolves AND lycans with the lycans being stronger which is usually the case in these stories. The lycans are slowly dying out because they don't have enough females and they usually die in childbirth so the lycans take unmated female werewolves every 3 years but most of them die too

- before they meet officially, we are introduced to the male lead a la switching to his POV. He's the current Lycan King named Aiden and he's a green flag so far, talking about how he yearns to find his mate to have a bond and that special love and affection, like he even says maybe he should visit human settlements to see if his mate is there, he doesn't care WHAT his mate it, he just wants to meet them and love them 🥺 meanwhile Natasha just got caught stealing money from Mateo's room to escape gnfjfkfkf AIDEN RESCUE HER SOON. Also he's a professional soccer player!

-Natasha is described as being a slightly darker skin tone than most of her pack, but then Aiden and Natasha are described as being the same skin tone which I like, almost all of these stories have exclusively white characters or white love interests. Tbh I expected him to be white hearing his name was Aiden so, some good rep in this story!

-Aiden walks in on Natasha mopping (thankfully, Aidens arrival kept Natasha from getting brutalized for being caught stealing since they need Natasha to help clean before the king gets there) while Camilla and Mateo berate her and Mateo almost hit Natasha right in front of the king before he noticed who else was in the room. Aiden is INSTANTLY incensed that this pack hits women even as he cannot tell Natasha is his mate yet. We Stan a king 🤴

-UH OH SISTERS WE GOT A TROPE REVERSAL! Aiden, walking up to Natasha, slips in one of the puddles of water, quote "making some weird sounds as i try to steady myself, flailing my arms, positive im about to kiss the floor" (DWEEB lmao) when Natasha catches him from falling (and it's emphasized her hands are rough and calloused from years of work)

-THEY BOTH FALL AND SLIP N SLIDE ACROSS THE FLOOR TOGETHER AND HE HUGS HER SO SHE DOESN'T HIT HER HEAD 🥺

-it's touching and meeting her eyes for the first time that finally jolts the mate bond. Hearing him describe the mate bond is such a huge green flag all around. "It's like I've been asleep all this time and I just woke up, experiencing the greatest joy I've ever felt in my life" like he loves the bond and he loves her so much and he doesn't know her name. I know sometimes the mate bonds can be creepy but there's also something so pure about the love you know 🥺 when everything goes right anyways

-"I knew that I would absolutely die for this woman. In seconds, this woman became essential to my entire being. I was existing but I wasn't alive, now im living, finally I'm whole" 😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️ and then he notices she's crying in fear and she has bruises and instantly asks who did it to her. NOW KILL HER PACK BRO DO IT DO IT DO IT--

-BRUH no hate but the female narrator, the voice she uses for Aidens wolf, Leo, way too deep, she just sounds like she's about to try and make the Grudge a-a-a-a broken neck sound. Listening to Leo speak is literally cracking me tf up

-Dumbass fucking Camilla steps forward, "oh your eminence, she's just so clumsy :) she trips and falls all the time, isn't that right Natasha" and Aiden lets Natasha walk away as he vows he's going to find out what's going on and take her away

-yall uh Natashas wolf is actually fucking useless. Natasha herself says her wolf barely ever even speaks to her and Natasha is like "do you think we can trust him as our mate" and this depressed fucking mutt deadass responds "no one has ever loved us and no one ever will" YOURE SUPPOSED TO BE HER FRIEND AND PROTECTOR? Honestly Natasha is a better person than me bc I would've started hating this wolf already. Its your fault Natasha gets treated like this you cowardly fucking oreo

-Aiden starts calling her '"Nala" which is Swahili for present/gift because "you are my gift, my everything"

-maaaaan so usually you guys know depending on the circumstances that I'm not a real big fan of the removal of consent in some of these stories but we got a green flag kidnapper right here. Aiden is outside with Natasha about to take her away and she's like "can't you just reject me here? You don't have to take me somewhere" and starts TELLING HIM "no you don't want me, I'm cursed, I am not worthy of love" and Aiden is just like "ok well, im really sorry but you're really not going to like this" and just. Scoops her up and prepares to kidnap her (GOOD) but they keep talking and she agrees to give him a chance (but he can tell she doesn't trust him and has some kind of plan and is probably going to run away when his backbis turned)

-Aiden is about to drive off with Natasha when Mateo, fucking cuck runs up "actually I lied, Natasha is still my mate, I didn't reject her" you absolute fucking liar. This absolute fucking moron has the gall to tell Aiden to his face "I already have a woman as my Luna but I didn't reject Natasha so she could have a place to stay, a cursed wolf isn't good enough for you, you dont deserve that BITCH" TRANSITION INTO AN INSTANT ASS BEATING

-except Natasha is too much of a good woman and saves Mateo from getting hurt before Aiden hurts him that badly :/ gdi girl. He's literally been sexually assaulting and beating you. Idiot. Idiot. Absolute idiot. Nevermind, Mateo is correct Aiden IS too good for her. This dumb bitch actually starts up this "you're just the same as them, solving things with violence. This is MY fight" like obviously no it is not, you literally had a perfect escape plan put right in front of your face coupled with the opportunity to teach your abusers a lesson and you went "🥺 no I can't trust anyone I'll just flee into the night with no food or money or place to go" like obviously you were never intending to fight anything you were just going to run. Like I'm actually getting fucking furious she has the gall to talk to Aiden like this when she's literally been paraded around naked

-"no one has ever helped me or looked out for me so why would I trust you" idk maybe because it's literally your fucking destiny and within 5 seconds of meeting you he very quite literally said "I don't care if this pack bring in the most money in the country, I WILL burn it to the ground for whats been done to her" like you actual fucking moron Natasha, you are bringing me physical fucking pain like girl he's literally being morw supportive of you than your wolf

I'm at work right now and my earbuds died so I can't listen to any more while they're charging but, it's a pretty interesting story so far! I dunno if I'll listen to the end since it's over 100 chapters and that very easily gets expensive but, I'll stay tuned for now and share any juicy details with you guys :) I still have to finish my post about The Silent Alpha because oh my god guys that shit is getting WILD

#i think i should make a tag for when im talking about like media in a reviewer or sharing way?#weebreviews #gonna go with that for now lol #weebwolves

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hyenagurl · 11 months

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Opinion on drag queens? I can’t stand them tbh

im glad you asked tbh bc frankly i can’t really pinpoint my feelings entirely on them, its changed a lot over the years. when i was a 17-20 i was a HUGE drag race fan and i watched the show and posted on the subreddit, and this was when i first started exploring radical feminism so i wasnt unaware of the critiques going on about them here either. i guess back then i thought it was all in good fun. then a few years ago i lost interest in the show and like you i couldnt stand them anymore, i wrote them all off as overrated, sexist and tasteless caricatures of overblown femininity at best and actual degrading pornographic hateful stereotypes of women at worst (i considered then and now drag queens like trixie mattel, katya, detox icunt and raven to be the worst in this regard).

nowadays… im somewhere in the middle. while i dont know if i personally would go so far as to call it art (at least no more than i would consider the performance of femininity itself an ‘art’) i understand that it has its own history amongst gay men and i do think some of it has genuine merit as performance art - as in, some queens do put in the effort to make their own costumes, do their own choreography, etc. but on the other hand for that, if it is going to be evaluated as a performance art, then like other forms of art it should absolutely be held to the same standards of criticism, and shouldnt be shielded from that criticism just bc its an art created primarily by a marginalized group of gay men (or HST trans women). and thats where the very real feminist critiques on the misogyny in drag comes in, and it disgusts me that any concerns women have are written off as us being joykills or no better than conservative pukes or whatever. gay men are still capable of being misogynist towards women so it shouldnt be surprising at all that a good portion of drag queens are performing a sexist caricature of women (like the ones i mentioned above, those are considered to be the most famous and successful, go figure).

i think what really cemented this view in my mind was this clip that went viral awhile ago of this drag queen running around in a public space with this huge ridiculous floppy breastplate that was bouncing around… but then he ran into this group of children and he IMMEDIATELY cringed and covered himself. and it kinda just clicked for me for how weird some of this is, in a way that nobody but feminists were talking about. you have this grown man gleefully running around with this gross and porny and realistic looking piece of womens flesh worn over his body, because thats supposed to be funny and entertaining, and everyone takes it a face value and doesnt wonder what that says about how we view womens bodies?

i think the conservative backlash towards them in general is massively overblown, i dont think drag queens are in themselves inappropriate to be near children because feminine men are not inappropriate, altho i do think naked men or men wearing realistic breast plates or fetish gear ARE inappropriate to be around children, but thats just common sense lol, and yet both leftists and right wing morons fail to grasp this, that not all drag is child friendly, and similarly that some drag is misogynistic as well. (alot of them are mostly overrated as performers too…)

so yeah tldr i have mixed feelings towards them that can be best summed up as a passive annoyance or ambivalence. i agree that some of its very misogynistic and offensive, but that it varies from queen to queen. im sorry if this was meandering, im still trying to figure out my feelings towards them, and im hoping i can find some more feminist critiques on them to help me gather my thoughts towards them better lol

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str8aura-no-not-that-one · 5 months

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I would like to recommend an album for the sole fact that the first third of it is a narrative about transformation. "Murder of the Universe" has the first story centre around the Altered Beast, I was giving it a listen recently and thought it was something you may enjoy the narrative aspect of.

Ill admit, while this is my first experience with King Gizzard, ive been around the block a few times and nowhere from what ive heard did i begin to anticipate they might have an affinity in adapting Sega Genesis videogames into albums.

Because of that, I'm unfamiliar with the greater Gizzard Universe, and needed a bit of clarification from Genius on some parts. That being said, I very much enjoy the music and the narrative it seeks to tell, even if to a layman, it seems very much anthological. Obviously I enjoyed Part 1 and the Altered Beast best, although I recognize Part 2 and the Lightning Lord as the much more technically impressive part. Once I realized the album was trisected, I considered turning it off now that I had gotten what I had came for, but stuck with it out of respect and curiosity.

it could be that i dont typically listen to rock operas, but parts do seem to drag on for a long time. I know, calling prog rock long is like calling the sun bright, but i enjoy the length of albums like Dark Side or Lamb Lies Down on Broadway because they're slow and transcendant and give me time to zone out. When an album like Murder wants to keep a tense atmosphere, it keeps said atmosphere going across 8+ tracks, and eventually i get bored of hearing the same riff. Really, there were no slow parts in this album.

I appreciate the Altered Beast narrative for what it is, the the constant flip flops between perspectives before they eventually blur into one. It achieved what it set out for and complemented it with some nice descriptions, which are always the best parts of tf of course. From an artistic standpoint, it was very impressive, if slightly generic.

I wasn't a particular fan of the spoken word narration. The actual singing consisted of very basic rhyme, which was frequently evocative, but too short and sparse to ever allow me a chance to get into it. Sung narration with that same style of evocative language, and a good metal scream or too would have greatly increased my enjoyment.

And the AI voice narration... Whoof. Nobody could have seen what would become of AI voices, and I'm sure they only did it to make their character sound properly inhuman, but this time it's simply a victim of time and happenstance.

But for good things to say about part 3, the association of humanity with the revolting act of vomiting fucking slaps. I hate to self-fellate, but i wrote a fic a while back about a transhumanist who wished to make himself feel disgusted to tie himself to his old flesh body (which is so far removed from MLP canon im sure ill just deponify it at some point and release it as a short story), and i still love the idea that the imperfect and wretched parts of our biology are what make us people. The ending track might as well make up for every criticism I had previously about the album. It's fucking perfect, and it's not even what i came for.

7/10 no notes

#music #king gizzard and the lizard wizard

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th3worstinm3 · 10 months

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dripping crimson

okay so this shot is longer than what i usually write, but i decided to post it cuz im kinda proud of it

Vessel x Female Unnamed Character (Not proofread)

RPF -> Don't like it? Don't read

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING FOR GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF SELF HARM BELOW THE CUT

She was everywhere, everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Her arms dripped blood, nothing too deep. Not deep enough. Not enough. There was nothing compared to the dopamine of slitting one's own skin. The ache felt miraculous, and the relief it gave could be compared to drugs.

She was sitting on the toilet, blade in one hand swiping vertically on the same spot, over and over again. She didn't feel the pain anymore, she didn't even feel it when she severed that goddamned arteriole. Blood squirted everywhere. On the mirror, on her face on her clothes, on the floor. She then noticed. She panicked. She didn't want to die, not yet at least. She took toilet paper in trembling hands and pressed hard on her arm, but the severed limb still shook and gushed out crimson.

Mumbled curses left her breath, and she did what she was the most scared of. Not like she had any other option. She walked out of the bathroom, arm extended in front of her, and with clumsy steps, she opened the door to Vessel's studio. She didn't knock, like she always did. Vessel turned around, a small smile painted his lips.

She saw his eyes widen. She saw the way he stopped breathing, and the way his whole body stilled. She saw the way he looked at her. She thought he looked disgusted. Disappointed. Angry. He tossed his headphones aside and rushed to her. She was hiding her face, holding her own arm which was still spilling red.

She felt his quick breathing, she could taste his panic. She could see the way his hands shook, pressing on the large wound to hopefully stop the bleeding. Something in the way his eyes looked, full of panic, full of worry for her. Full of pain.

She broke down. Tears started spilling out her eyes. She tried her best to suppress them. She bit her lip, but she couldn't hold back the pained sob that left her mouth.

She dissociated. She didn't black out, but her vision blurred out. She didn't feel Vessel anymore, nor the way he was dragging her across his studio, applying pressure over her limb. A hand on her cheek brought her back. That's when she saw him.

Glossy eyes analyzed her. Shaky fingers thumbed over her cheekbone.

She couldn't stop the tears from spilling. She spoke up, a thread of "Sorry"'s and slurred apologies fell from her tired lips. She fell down, not literally but metaphorically. Vessel didn't speak a word, he just let her free herself.

He waited patiently for her to calm down, for her cries to cease, for her heart to stop hurting. He could wait years, ages, decades if he needed to, as long as she was okay, that's all he craved.

She sighed. His thumb found its way under her eye, wiping away tears. She leaned into the touch, closing her eyes and breathing out from her nose.

The bleeding had stopped, but the mess was observable. The carpet was soaked red, a trail of drops forming where he had dragged her. Not that he cared that much, he only cared about her and her safety. He looked at her now bandaged up arm. "We should go to the hospital, don't you think?" He said, softly. She half laughed-half sobbed. She really didn't want to get stitched up again. "I'm sorry." She whispered. He chuckled, not in a mean manner, it was more of a pain response. "I'm sorry. Everything was too much. I didn't mean to make a mess. I'm sorry. I'm sorry please don't get mad." She started, her words quickly tumbling against each other. Vessel kissed her forehead. "I could never get mad at you, my dear." He confessed in a whisper, for only her to be able to listen. "I worried, that's all."

He hugged her. Hugged her close. Grasping at her clothes as if she were to run away. Holding her in his arms as if she were to disappear at any given moment. She wrapped one arm around his body. They parted after a while, and his hands found their way on her shoulders, facing her and staring right into her eyes. "If you ever feel like that again, just let me know, okay? Let me help you, let me be your escape." He stated. She smiled at him. A genuine smile. One of the smiles that was rarely seen in her. Smile that made Vessel's heart swell with love and adoration. Smile that always made him feel grounded, at ease.

Another reassuring smile and they decided the best thing to do was to go to the hospital. He would stay with her the entire time. Make sure she knew he was there for her.

Just as he was about to walk out the door, he remembered his original project. He stopped dead in his tracks, turned around on his heels and walked towards his computer. She waited for him. She heard him chuckle. "What's so funny?" She asked, sending him a look. "I... May or may not have forgotten to turn the mic off," he laughed. She rolled her eyes. "Go get everything ready while I finish saving this." He smiled at her, and she walked away with a nod.

He listened to the recording, eyes glossing over again. He decided to keep it. It could be a great addition to the song. Besides, this new track he was working on was about her. Her and her struggles. A message for her. A reminder and a letter. A memory. He smiled, saving the project and turning off his PC, finally making his way to where she was.

#sleep token fanfiction #tw sh #tw self harm #if this seem like venting yes it is

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hufflepuffsthunderdome · 2 years

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HOW ABOUT THIS!? the reader has a mad crush on sirius, been friends for ages, they’re friends with the mauraders too. but recently sirius is getting close with another girl, and he’s kinda forgetting about the reader... and he always takes the new girls side... she’s like too faced and blindsiding him.. reader tries to make him realise but he doesn’t listen

FLUFFY ENDING! where siri realised his mistake after he gets real mad the reader IM NOT GOOD AT WORDING IM SORRY BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!

Don't Say Sorry | S.B

Marauders! Sirius Black x Fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing, verbal fight, grabbing in an argument

A/N: I hope this was worth the year long wait that this was sitting in my inbox for 😅. I hope you like it! I'm sorry it's a bit shit, I'm still getting back into the swing of it. I loved writing this though, and of course had to start with an ask from my favourite requestor!!! (Yes I know that sounds weird lol). Hope you's enjoy!

Your favourite place to study recently has been the common room. It’s quiet at the moment, with the school term slowly starting to wind down, your classmates were finding it difficult to find the motivation to study when the days outside were getting warmer and sunnier. You find yourself feeling rather blasé about the whole thing at the moment, your attempts to throw yourself into your schoolwork are futile, your excitement to go home over break are non-existent since you’ll be staying at school, and your effort to socialise with your friends has taken a nose dive since she’s come around.

You have nothing against the girl as a person. In fact, you think there’s a possibility you could’ve been friends in another life. But recently, she’s been dragging Sirius around like the dog he’s acting like, and has been making your lives hell.

Part of you is excited for Sirius, that he had gotten himself a girl who he was so infatuated with. But infatuation is not love, and you see right through her façade.

You’re brought back to reality by disgusting slurping sounds coming from behind you, getting louder by the second. You turn around in disgust to see Sirius and Ashley, shamelessly making out on the couch in the common room. With their tongue’s down each others throats they kiss brazenly, seemingly unaware, or at least not caring, that there was another person in the common room.

You can’t even make a sound of protest, just staring at them in disgust as your brain tries to catch up with what you’re seeing. “You can close your gob now, perv,” an aggressive voice cuts through the air, Ashley looking over the couches armrest to squint at you, “didn’t take you for some peeping tom.”

“I would hardly call myself a peeping tom when you’re making out in public,” you say, turning back around to your book, “more an unwilling viewer of the world's most pathetic cry for attention.”

The sharp sounds of shoes tapping against the stone quickly come towards you as the chair you’re sitting in is forcefully pushed around the face the girl, “what did you just say?”

“Do your ears not work now either?” you smirk back, “go pash somewhere else, where you’re not a threat to people’s gag reflexes.”

Like clockwork, the lip juts out, as Ashely turns around towards Sirius to bury her face in his chest. His arms wrap around her body as she puts on the full show to him, “your friend is so mean to me, I didn’t even do anything.”

He glances up at you with an unreadable expression and looks back down at his girlfriend, whispering something in her ear that makes her cling to his shirt and giggle. He lets himself be dragged out of the common room by her, turning to give you a quick glance back as he leaves.

The second the door closes you’re once again surrounded by silence.

It's been like this for weeks now. The friendship you once had with Sirius fading quickly before your eyes the longer the pair are together. Your heart aches each time you see them, kissing in the common room, or walking through the hallways with their arms around each other. You want that. You want him. You have for a while now. The innocent crush you found yourself developing in second year has grown into something so much more over the years. As you've found yourself getting closer with the boy, you've fallen more and more in love with him.

As much as it pains you to see them together, you could survive. If you can't have him the way she has, you can live with that. You just want things back to how they were.

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Class was dragging on, even more so than usual. You were barely keeping your eyes open as Slughorn continued to talk about whatever potion it was that he was talking about. Someone behind you murmurs your name and taps you on the shoulder, slipping a piece of paper into your hand when you turn around slightly to look behind you. You take it in your fingers and go to unfold the page, when it’s suddenly grabbed off you, “I’ll be taking that thank you Ms. Y/L/N.” Slughorn takes the piece of paper to the front of the classroom, murmuring about you “misbehaving in his class, he’s giving up his precious time.”

“I suppose, Ms Y/L/N, since you think now is an appropriate time to be passing notes, you don't mind sharing it with the class then,” you go to protest, to say that it’s not yours, but he’s already opened the paper and started reading, “‘I don’t know about that Y/N, James isn’t ugly, and Lily isn’t fat, I think you’re…” Slughorn, realising what he’s reading out loud, trails off at the end of his sentence and looks at you in disappointment, “that is incredibly rude Ms Y/L/N, see me after class.”

You lift your head from where it’s looking down at your parchment, to look to your right, where Lily is sitting, looking back at you with tears in her eyes. Next to her, Remus is placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, as James, sitting across the isle from you glares daggers into you. Next to him, Sirius is looking at you with complete shock written all over his face, a look which makes your heart break as he turns away. From behind you, you hear someone laughing quietly, turning to see Ashley smirking as she twirls her quill in her fingers.

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It’s been an insanely long week, seemingly never-ending and you find yourself gunning for a quiet weekend with your friends. Finally, it comes, and Saturday rolls around. Skipping breakfast in favour of some much-needed sleep, you’re awoken to the sound of excited chatting coming from downstairs. Making your way to the common room, still in your pajamas, you see all of your friends chatting quietly, all dressed nicely in their coats, seemingly about to head out.

“Hi guys,” you mutter quietly, from your spot at the bottom of the stairs and the room goes quiet as everyone turns to face you. A few of them mutter small hi’s back, the rest just standing there awkwardly. “Are you guys going somewhere?”

“Not in particular,” Sirius says, the first one in the group to actually say something to you. You look up at him, confused as you make eye contact and he turns away.

“Oh, just going on a walk or something?”

Peter interjects, “we’re going down to Hogsme-” James cuts him off with a sharp jab to the side and the group falls silent again.

“Oh really? Cool,” you mumble back awkwardly, “say, if you give me a second I can go get some clothes on real quick and I-”

“Actually we were hoping to leave now,” Sirius says, looking down at a nodding Ashley who’s clinging onto his arm.

You stare at them all in disbelief, eyes glancing around the room to all of your friends, none of whom meet your eyes except Sirius. He stares back at you with an intense glare, and your heart catches in your throat as you look back at him.

“If you guys don’t want me to come then just say so.”

“We don’t want you to come.” Sirius has now let go of Ashley and has stepped forward towards the stairs, as the rest of your friends gasp at what he said, “do you honestly think we’d want you to come after everything you’ve been doing?”

You look back at him, your shoulders sagging as he steps up to you, “I don’t know what-”

“Don’t play coy Y/N. That note about James and Lily, talking shit about all of us behind our backs, bullying Ashely, you’re turning into a right bitch Y/L/N.”

“Are you actually kidding right now? I didn’t do any of that and you know it! Stop being delusional Sirius,” you say back, hearing the blood pounding in your ears as you step up to him, “stop being so stupid and letting that bitch you call a girlfriend walk all over you.”

“Don’t call her a bitch,” he yells back.

You scoff at him, “why are you defending her, she’s been ruining everything. She’s the one that took Marlene's necklace the other week, and she made Peter cry the other day. She’s been talking shit about all of you and is now making me look like the bad guy.”

“Stop it Y/N.”

“You know what, whatever, cause you, Black, you are 10 times worse than she will ever be. You’ve turned into a right self-obsessed wanker you know? I can’t even stand to look at you let alone know you anymore you-”

“Just shut up Y/N,” he screams back, reaching out and grabbing onto your arm in anger. You wince and go to grab him, prying his forceful grip off of you and stumbling up the stairs. You look down at him with tears welling up in your eyes, your friends behind him looking at the two of you in shock horror as Ashley walks up to him.

“Let’s go, babe, she’s not worth it.”

They leave the common room together, your other friends staying stuck in place, and you turn back up to your room before any of them have the chance to say anything.

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It’s been weeks since your fight with Sirius, and things are almost returning to normal. Sirius is still hanging around Ashley like a lost puppy and is pulling away from your group of friends more and more. You are too, though more by choice now. Your friends have mostly forgiven you, half of them even taking your side in all of this after you all talked about it, but you can’t bring yourself to hang out with them at the moment.

You spend a lot of your time in the library, sitting alone and reading, or up in your dorm, coming out for classes and the occasional meal, and to say your friends are worried is an understatement.

You know that Sirius still hangs out with the group on occasion, sometimes alone, but mostly with Ashely there too, and you make sure to stay far away from them on those days. It makes it hard to share classes and be in the same house, but it seems neither of you are too keen on talking to each other at the moment.

It’s officially the end of term, with the last class of the week drawing to a close, and everyone getting ready to leave over the next few days. James, being James, decided to tell some people to pop by the Gryffindor common room tonight, for a little going away party, as was to be expected. You knew that Sirius was going to be there, when there was a party involved Sirius would always be there - which meant you would not be.

At this point, all you wanted to do was sleep the holiday break away, and hope that everything would return to normal next term, but you couldn’t possibly do that with the party that was bound to get out of hand. Armed with your thickest coat and a novel, you snuck downstairs, well before the party was set to start, and made your way out of the common room, undetected by your mates, who you knew would object to your absence.

Making your way through the halls and towards the courtyard, you couldn’t help the tears beginning to well up in your eyes. Just months ago you and Sirius would’ve been running through the halls together, laughing at whatever chaos you two could get up to, but now everything was shit. Sirius’s girlfriend is a bitch, half your friends are mad at you, the other half are mad at Sirius, and the boy won't even look at you anymore. In spite of that, you can’t help the way your heart flutters at the thought of him. Even through all of this, through your friendship falling apart before your eyes, you can’t help but like him.

The tears begin to fall slightly as you sit down beneath a tree to read your book, and you quickly wipe your face to stop anymore falling and start reading hoping to take your mind off it. And it does.

For a while you’re able to read your book, rather passively, not really absorbing any of it, but not thinking about Sirius either so you keep scanning the pages.

That doesn’t last long though, as you hear footsteps approaching you from across the courtyard, and without even looking up you know that someone up there is playing a cruel trick on you as Sirius stops in front of you.

You keep your eyes locked on your book and see his boots shuffling in the dirt slightly as he stands there awkwardly. You won't give him the satisfaction of acknowledging him.

Eventually, he cuts the tension, “can I sit here?”

“No.”

He plonks down roughly next to you anyway, keeping a decent amount of space between the two of you, “don’t be like that.”

“I said no.”

He just sighs as he shuffles around in his sitting position, “I just want to talk.” The sound of his voice, breaking slightly as though he might cry, makes you look up at him. He’s sat with his knees pulled up to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around them. Your once confident, loud best friend, has been reduced to an anxious, insecure boy before you. You’ve never seen him like this before.

“What about?” you mumble quietly, closing your book and putting it beside you, turning away from Sirius to look at the school building before you.

“Everything.”

There’s a moment of silence between you two, the air is heavy and tense. “I’m sorry,” you say quietly, turning completely away from the boy as you feel the tears start to fall from your eyes.

Even without facing him, you can tell Sirius is shocked, you can hear him opening and closing his mouth a few times before he inches closer to you. He reaches out to place a hand on you, you can feel it hovering there for a few seconds before you hear him lower it again and instead groan in frustration.

“Fuck don’t say that,” he all but growls, more to himself than you, you think, but you turn back to him anyway. He has his head between his knees, his hands gripping tightly at his hair as he tries to find his next words. “Please don’t be sorry, I’m sorry Y/N. You didn’t do anything, please don’t say sorry.”

“I’m sorry I called her a bitch, and-and that I-I called you a wanker,” you say in between harsh gasps for air and loud sobs.

“Oh no, Y/N, please don’t cry, I -,” he reaches out again to touch you, but hesitates, “can I hug you?”

You nod your head softly, and all but whimper as he pulls you into his chest, rubbing your back softly as you sob into his shirt. He rocks you gently as you cry, not saying anything, just being there, and you slowly calm down.

“I’m sorry I made you cry,” he stops moving and pulls away from you slightly to look into your eyes, “and that I’ve been so awful to you.”

“Sirius it’s n-”

“Please Y/N,” he cuts you off, “let me say this.”

You nod feebly and meet his gaze.

“I’ve been so awful to you recently, it’s not ok, I know that it’s not ok. I am so sorry for everything. I- it’s just - it’s been hard trying to navigate all these emotions at the moment. For so long I wanted you, you were all I could think about some days, and I knew I just couldn’t have you. And then Ashley came along and I thought it would magically fix itself you know? I thought I could just forget about you, but I didn’t. If anything it made it worse. I would look at Ashely and just wish that everything about her was as perfect as you, and it never was. And I was so angry at myself for it. For liking you, and for not being able to move on. For not being honest with Ashely. For trying to convince myself I was happy with her, when I knew I wasn’t.”

You stare up at Sirius in shock, unsure of what to say. He looks at you and takes your hand gently in his.

“Ashley broke up with me the other day, she said she couldn’t be with someone who was in love with another girl,” he chuckles slightly as he runs his thumb over your knuckles, “I’m sorry for how I’ve been acting, and for how she was to you- and for letting her treat you that way. It’s true though Y/N, I’m so in love with you that I don’t know how to handle it.”

He looks at you, slight hope glimmering in his eyes.

“Sirius, I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he pulls you in again for another hug, “I just had to tell you. I need you in my life Y/N. I just want us to be ok again.”

“I love you too.”

He pulls away from you quickly, with the biggest grin plastered across his face, “you what?”

“I love you,” you giggle back, wrapping your arms around him tightly.

He gets up off the ground, taking you with him in his arms and spinning you both around as he audibly cheers, “you love me? Merlin, you love me!?” He stops spinning and places you back on the ground as you both laugh and cling to each other.

You look up at him as your laughter fades, stand on your toes slightly, and lean in towards him. He places his hands on your hips softly and holds you in place, looking down at your blushing, defeated face.

“I want to do this properly, Y/N. I want to prove to you how much I love you. I’ll write you all break, and I’ll take you somewhere nice next term, ask you all officially and that.” You giggle at him, your heart racing at how cute he is, and look up at him sheepishly.

“That sounds lovely Sirius,” you reach up and loop your arms around his neck pulling him down slightly towards you, “I think we’ve both waited long enough for you to kiss me though.”

That signature smirk appears on his face again, and with a soft chuckle, he mumbles a small “if you insist,” before pressing his lips to yours.

All the doubt that’s been plaguing your mind. All the worry of your friends, of school, of Ashley, fade from your mind, as all you can think about is being in the arms of the boy you love, with his lips pressed against yours.

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toiletwipes · 3 years

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simpbur's college roommate

tw: obsession, possessiveness? not really tbh, simpbur is caught, overstim, vibrator, afab body, vaginal penetration, pretty boy is thrown around and so is good boy, praise, maybe a tiny bit degrading, im just a little bit scared to look through this to check for anything else. its not bad but im just scared i'll delete this if i dont post it now.

1.7k words, so not that long but I promised you guys content so here it is!

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it was the smaller things, really.

you wouldn’t notice them, if you weren’t looking for them, type of deal. a shirt that fits you just a little bit too snug so it sits in the back of your closet, or did. an old polaroid with an older friend, faces smiling into the flash of light, it had sat in the bottom of your old memory box, said box gone untouched by you for months. an oversized, raggedy hoodie that you had ditched for a newer, softer coat.

you didn’t want to believe it but at the moment you had bigger fish to fry with schoolwork.

the coat from before sat in your lap at the moment, you parked yourself in the library as you studied with a close friend for some government essay, and you were just nearly finished with the second to last page, when your friend spoke up.

she taps on your arm, pulling out your earbud, “hey, your roommate is will, er, wilbur, right?” you stopped in the middle of a word, lifting your head to meet her eyesight.

“yeah, why? he being creepy or something?” you ask, hoping for a no, he wasn’t bad, but you knew that if anybody else had been his roommate, he would've found himself in trouble during the first week alone.

“no, actually, it’s just- it’s just that, um, are you guys dating?” you snorted, really? you and him? dating?

“he’s cute, but no, why d’ya ask?” you laugh to yourself as you look into your notes as you start typing again.

“well, he’s just been wearing your hoodie, like a lot.” you still, eyebrows furrowing. your hoodie?

“how do you know it's my hoodie?” you look her in her eyes, folding your arms together as you lean back.

“i know for sure its your hoodie because it has that one bleach stain on the front and on the shoulder from when you said you could wear a hoodie and bleach your hair, and the time that you spilt bleach directly onto your hoodie and panicked for five minutes before doing something about it. i know it's yours so why is he wearing it?” your mind is blank as you stuff your things back into your backpack, her sputtering with questions and your lack of answers leaving much to be desired.

but as you exit the building, you shrug your coat as it starts to pour and the dark sky flashes for a moment. you rush in your walking to get to the dorms as soon as possible. just your luck that your dorm is on the other side of the campus. its still about five minutes before you bang on your dorm room. the music blasting on the other side silences as your roommate opens the door, his mouth drops into a round circle and you stare at his chest as you push past him.

“where the hell have you been? it’s barely been pouring!” he sounds off like a rattled hen but you head straight to your room, dumping your backpack and coat on your bed. without an answer, he follows you but any questions he has dries in his mouth as he watches you dig in your closet. pulling a ratty tee shirt and shorts you shrug your soaked shirt over your head.

will has to force himself out of the room but it's not a second later when you come out, hair wet and skin damp when you grab onto his head of hair and pull as you drag him to his room.

throwing him onto the bed, you barely glanced at his face, seeing it already being covered in tears, hands grasping for yours as it leaves him.

you glance around his room before you see the one clean area, his nightstand and dig through that. you found not only items you knew were missing but more, underwear you thought you'd thrown away, a vibrator that you'd thought had gotten stolen by a petty friend, not an obsessive roommate.

and then throwing his closet open, you saw it balled up and thrown in the corner, your hoodie.

taking it out, you push it into will's chest. "dude, literally, what the fuck?" you go to shout at him more but he moves onto his knees, tears dripping and pouring down his cheeks, begging for you to not leave.

"i know i'm a creep, a disgusting one at that, but please don't- please don't leave me, no one's been this nice and stayed with me for this long," he begs and continues to beg as you stand at the foot of his bed, watching as he took a hold of your forearms, rubbing circles into them.

you clasp a hand over his mouth as you coo, shushing him and smoothing over his hair with your other hand.

"my dirty, little stalker doesn't want me to go, but who said i was going to let you leave?" you then pull back on his hair, relishing in the guttural moan that is ripped from his throat, attaching your lips to his neck and climbing into lap, grinding down into the growing bulge in his sweats.

he moans out your name, hands finding purchase wherever he can, gripping your hip and your shoulder, trying to thrust up and meet your hips but you move your hands to hold his hips down.

"no, no, no, good boys take what they're given, that much you've proven, will," you murmur in his ear, slowing the rolls in your hips and watching him writhe beneath you.

"be a good boy for me, huh? are you my pretty boy?" he sobs out a yes as you grind down hard on his cock, the praise going straight to his dick as you mouth bruises into his neck. sucking particularly hard his hands come and circle around your waist, his head hanging onto your shoulder.

"please, please let me-"

"oh no, baby, tonight, it's all about you," you pause, standing up and hearing that beautiful whine pulled from his throat, "your punishment for being a dirty, little whore who wanted all my things for yourself, all of me without me." he shook his head, eyes barely opening as he reaches for you, but you've gone to his nightstand and pulled out the vibrator, turning it on and off and finding it surprisingly still working. well, not that surprising.

"now, you're gonna be a good boy and let me take care of you, or you can be alone," he reaches for you, begging you not to leave him and you can't say you weren't that affected.

something about this tall, greasy simp of a man, who stole your things and wears your old hoodie, begging for you not to go, it just settled nicely in the bottom of your stomach.

you weren't denying you were absolutely soaked by now, shoving your shorts off.

"please, i'll- your good boy, be so good for you-" he cuts himself off as you climb back to straddle his lap, this time rolling your hips once before you turn your vibrator on.

"good, so good for me," you hum as you place the vibrator between your panty-clad folds and his sweatpants-covered-cock. the vibrations sent you to a different plane as you grind into him, listening to the way he cried and the way his legs trembled.

you could tell the next moment, he was about to cum and well, you can't have that, not so soon. "ah, ah, ah," you breathe out, taking the vibe away as you lean back and away from his dick.

he lurched forward and his legs shake again as he's denied an orgasm, he cries out and into your neck.

"is my baby ready for ten more of these?" you ask him and his eyes snap wide open, meeting yours and when a moment passes and you press the vibe back against his dick, he whines.

you weren't kidding about before, it's been about an hour, you think, and he's buried his face in a pillow, crying from the over-stimulation and from not cumming.

you, yourself, have occupied your time with stretching yourself out, three fingers buried deep into your pussy and the sounds coming from it has will peeking out from the pillow, eyes sparkling with that crying glow.

taking your fingers out, and sticking them into his mouth, you move yourself over his lap, taking his cock in your hand as you rub it in between your folds. moaning, you move away as his hips jerk upwards, him biting and crying into his fist.

"my pretty baby, doing so well for me, gonna let me make you feel good? you gonna let me make you cum?" will nods his head and lets out the loudest moan you heard that day when you sink down on his cock.

buried to the hilt, he twitches inside you, and he's begging to cum, "'m gonna, 'm gonna cum, please, plea- need to, i need to cum in you," he begs and who are you to deny your pretty boy that?

"cum for me baby," you say, out of breath as you bounce on his cock, reveling in the slick sounds coming from between y'all. he does cum, hips thrusting upwards to bury himself in you, and you let him. but when you know he's all spent, you start to bounce on his cock, him crying from the over-sensitivity.

"just- just let me cum," you breathe out, balancing yourself with his shoulder and one hand rubbing circles into your clit, moans coming from your mouth as sobs leaves will's.

"oh- oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" you cry out, squeezing around will and falling on top of his chest.

breathing together, you let yourself have this moment before you get up and moves towards the bathroom. you hear him calling out for you as you grab a damp towel, some water, and a dry towel.

"did you think i was going to leave you, baby?" you ask, mostly not expecting an answer but turning to him as you run the damp cloth over his face and neck, he bit his lip.

"a little bit, yeah."

"well, don't think about that again, because as much as you're weird and steal my shit, you're still important to me," you tell me, "you're my pretty boy and you're going to stay that way."

when you finished cleaning him up and then cleaned yourself, you take the spot next to him and pull the covers over you two.

he leans into your side, pulling you into him, trying to get closer than close.

"you promise?"

you smile to yourself, thinking about having him all to yourself, "i promise."

#simpbur #simpbur smut #simpbur x reader #k: praise #k: overstim #k: dacryphilia #k: dry humping #tw: afab #this just feels like crap but i have not been able to write anything else #really sorry

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iwadori · 3 years

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When they see you wearing tiny shorts (Matsukawa, Atsumu, Ushijima)

AN: I WILL EDIT MY PRETTY FORMAT LATER IM TIRED and agitated and this close 🤏🏽 to just dying 🤧😌

part one part two

genre: SUGGESTIVE, fluff

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request: hey hey !! can you please do a part 2 to the wearing tiny shorts. idk if i can request characters but if i can, can you do atsumu, matsukawa, and osamu? thank you 😊

Matsukawa: “Baby, what you got on?” he asked you as you left your bedroom “just pyjamas,” you say simply. You were having a movie night with your friends and you thought it would be just fitting to wear the cute little pyjama set you saw online that sculpted your ass and showcased your thighs. Before you could enter the living room, Matsukawa grabs you and pulls you against the wall “Isse-” he shushes you, gripping his hand around waist, “I don’t think you understand what these pyjamas do to me Y/N,” his fingers were toying with the hem of your shorts and you had an inkling his hands were going to roam ever further. Before he could, you both looked to the left to see your 6’2 friend with his buzz lightyear pyjamas on with his arms folded “can you too stop fooling around so we can watch the movie!” Oikawa said, ushering you along to the living room. Matsun put you on his lap for the duration of the movie, having a slight grin on his face as the blanket he threw over your lap hid the things he was doing as the movie played.

Atsumu: “So Y/N, you need to bend down in a squat like position and hold your arms like this to be able to receive a ball,” he said to you, standing from behind watching you get into position. You wanted to learn some more about volleyball and Atsumu proposed him teaching you some of the basics in his free time and when he told you to dress in gym attire, why wouldn’t you pass up the opportunity to wear the cutest little gym shorts you had to flaunt your ass to your boyfriend. “You’re doing it wrong Y/N,” he said shaking his head walking over to you “I guess I’ll have to show you the right way.” Atsumu was now standing behind you bringing your waist against his body, slowly bending you down to show you how to get into the ‘right position’ even though you knew you were doing it correctly earlier. It seems that Atsumu got distracted pressing your ass against his crotch with his hands now moving across your thighs, “Umm Tsumu, aren’t you going to show me the right receiving position?” You questioned, looking back at him. “I think there’s better positions we could be in right now, don’t you agree,” he said putting his face in your neck gently peppering kisses against your skin just the way you like it. “But Tsumu, what about the team?” You said you were worried about getting caught. “Don’t worry baby, we’ll be quick in and out of the changing room they won’t even notice,” you didn’t even hear what he said, too busy focusing on the great feeling of the touches and kisses he was giving you. He dragged you off to the locker room and you were certainly not quick both wanting to die when you see Sakusa walk in on you, turning his head quickly in disgust.

Ushijima: “what are you doing Y/N,” asked Ushijima as he came into the kitchen to see you bending down to get food from the cupboards, “oh just getting more snacks for you and the boys,” “but why are you wearing those?” Ushijima frequently hosted game nights where he’d invite his old and new friends over to watch some form of sports game or to just sit around a table and talk, you didn’t mind these ordeals you just stayed out their and brought them food if they need but today your jeans were all dirty so you flung on a pair of shorts that may have been a little revealing but you didn’t care. “All my jeans are in the wash,” you said looking at him, “do you have a problem with that toshi?” He strided over to you and stood you up properly analysing the shorts you were wearing, “no problem at all, I find them really attractive and they definitely bring out your thighs more,” he said simply pulling you closer so he could get a proper feel. All the touching and feeling he was doing was making the unintended want he had for you grow more and he leans in to kiss you before you stop him, “Ushi what about your guest?” you ask, gesturing to the living room. “They can wait a bit without me,” he said quickly picking you up by your ass placing you on the counter as your legs automatically envelope his back, when he leans into kiss you this time you don’t stop him letting your boyfriends less capture your own with his hands going to more places than just your thigh leaving you a groaning mess. Tendou pops his head round the corner, stopping you two “umm guys, I know you’re enjoying yourselves or whatever but waka what about the game.” Ushijima looks at his friend and in all seriousness says, “we can watch the game another day, me and Y/N are busy so I’d like you all to leave” Before tendou could even exit the kitchen Ushijima was back to exploring your body, crouching down, with his hands nearly ripping you out of the shorts as he starts to bruise your thighs with kisses and touches.

AN: for this being written on my phone 2 hours ago this shouldn’t of been such of a hassle to post ... oh well hope you like !

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#if this doesn’t tag #this will be reposted properly tommorow #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader comfort #haikyu headcanons #haikyu scenarios #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu drabbles #atsumu x reader #atsumu fluff #atsumu scenarios #ushijima comfort #ushijima x reader #ushijima scenarios #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa oneshot #signedwithane😌

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katsukikiss · 3 years

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YOU’RE MINE, NOT HIS

CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP// BAKUGO X F!READER

Warning: NSFW 18+, cheating (not really), fingering, unprotected sex

You and Izuku have gotten very close recently while studying together, and a certain someone isnt very happy about it.

AN: Poor Izuku 🥺 I felt so bad writing this, but so good at the same time lol I must write something soon to pay him back//also send me requests for oneshots! im down to try anything you guys might want!

WC: 2k

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You and Izuku had a ‘study date’ last night at his house. You were hardly struggling in organic chem, just needed an excuse to come over at this point. You two had been meeting for tutoring sessions for the last two months or so. Your grades had thoroughly improved since then, so most people believed thats all you two were doing; studying. And you were, of course, but as of recently it was a lot more than that. It started with innocent glances at your chest while you took notes, brushing his fingers along your leg when you couldn’t figure out the answer to a question, and you weren’t oblivious. You began to reciprocate the feeling, wearing shorter skirts to bend over and pick up your pencil, laying your hands on his chest when you begged him to give you the answers. He adored the way you looked up at him so innocently, with pleading eyes, desperately needing his help. He loved helping you improve, after all, he wanted you to become a great hero by his side one day.

However, not everyone was oblivious to you and Izuku’s little sessions. Bakugo knew something was going on between you two. He had never seen Izuku so protective over someone the way he was with you. He hated the way the green-haired boy would stare at you with dark eyes when you spoke to another male student. He noticed how he’d always want to be around you, his demeanor changing when you would leave for a different class or when training sessions were split up. Bakugo was utterly disgusted by it, but it gave him an evil idea. ‘She doesn’t belong to him, she never will, I’ll be sure of it’ he thought to himself.

After last nights study session, you failed to realize that you had left your textbook on his bed. He noticed soon after you left and texted you, telling you not to worry and that he’d bring it for you tomorrow morning. You had missed him in the morning though, running late from going to get an iced coffee, so you decided you would get it from his bag in the locker room before your chem class. You both had training but you had to go to a different site with the rest of the girls, while the boys stayed in a closer facility.

Your water quirk meant that you spent a lot of time getting wet, so naturally, your hero suit looked like an elegant yet sexy two piece swim suit. The top was white, long sleeved with a cut out above your breasts and the bottoms were a standard bikini bottom, with sheer white tights that were waterproof. You always felt so weird wearing it during co-ed training sessions, but Momo urged you to feel confident in it, telling you that you looked sooo hot in it. You got to the girls locker room early to slip into your hero suit. You made your way over to the boys locker room and took a peek inside. They all seemed to be out and training already so you snuck inside. You looked around before you spotted his bag, his All Might backpack. You chuckled a bit before bending over to unzip the bag. You grabbed your textbook from it and zipped the bag back up. You stood up to leave but when you turned to face the door, a large figure stood in your way.

“Oi, what do you think you’re doing in here?” the intimidating blonde scoffed at you. You shuffled backwards, clutching your book in your arms. You were sure that everyone had left already, was he here the whole time? He began to step forward before he was standing an inch from you. You looked up to meet his eyes that were piercing down at you.

“And you’ve got your sexy little hero suit on, its almost like you wanted to get caught in here” he laughed with a devilish grin.

“I-I have training to go to. I was getting my textbook from Izuku’s bag” you managed to say. His eyes filled with rage upon hearing his name. He thought of the late nights you two spent together, he imagined Izuku talking down to you, treating you like some helpless puppy, acting like he was some sort of hero, taking advantage of you. You were taken back by the face he made at you. You knew Bakugo hated Izuku, but what did your relationship with him have to do with that? Was he jealous? Or spiteful?

“I dont know what you see in Deku, but I can promise you, you’ll forget all about him after this” Bakugo said in a husky voice. ‘After what?’ you thought. Before you had time to think, his hand was wrapped around your neck as he pulled his lips to yours, crashing the two together. You and Izuku weren’t dating, but something about this felt wrong. You pulled yourself away from him and stepped back.

“Bakugo, w-we shouldn’t, this isn’t right”

“I don’t think you belong to him do you? Come on, I see the way you look at me”

He was right, you do look at him with flirtatious eyes, or at least, you used to. Before you and Izuku started meeting to study, you would fawn over Bakugo. He never seemed to return the feelings however, always picking on you or making fun of you. You deemed that as him being uninterested, so you moved on from your infatuation, but you were very wrong. He never stopped watching over you, showing his affection in his own odd way. But his heart dropped when he realized you didn’t look at him the same anymore, but looked at Izuku that way instead. He couldn’t stand to see you with that nerd when he deserved to have you. You were lost in your thoughts that you didn’t even realize he had stepped closer to you. You were up against the lockers now, your exposed back grazing the cold metal.

He bent down and whispered seductively in your ear, “Let me make you feel good baby, we don’t have much time in here and I think you should see what a real man feels like”. He pressed his lips to yours, more feverishly this time, as if he was about to lose you. His tongue invaded your mouth and tangled with yours. You didn’t pull away this time so he slipped his hand under your suit and began to grab at your breast. He brought his coarse fingers to your nipples and began gently rolling it around between them. You let out a breathy moan into his mouth. He shuddered at the sound of your voice, he loved hearing you enjoy his touch.

He traced his free hand down your stomach until he got to the waist band of your tight bottoms. You squeeze his shoulder with one hand and run your fingers through his hair with the other. He slipped his hand underneath and started by running his fingers along your folds. He dipped two fingers into your cunt and began to gently pump them in and out of you. He removed his lips from yours, moving down to your neck, sucking and biting at your tender flesh. You let out soft cries as his fingers pick up the pace.

“Tell me what you want” he demanded, looking back up into your eyes. You felt a pang of guilt in your chest as you remembered why you were in the locker room in the first place. Anguish and regret was painted on your face and Bakugo noticed.

“Don’t feel bad baby, what he doesn’t know cant hurt him, now be a good girl and tell me exactly what you want” he said as he plunged another finger inside you. Your legs shook and all your thoughts of Izuku vanished under his touch. He was only trying to comfort you in the moment, but he wanted Izuku to know what you two were doing.

“P-please I want you, I want you i-inside please” you begged. You needed to feel him, you needed him to fuck you.

“I knew it, Deku’s just not doing it for ya is he?” he said with a cocky grin. Truth be told, you and Izuku had never gotten that far before because he was taking things too slow. You desperately needed a good fuck, it had been months since you’ve last felt this good. You knew Izuku would be a gentle sweetheart in the sheets but you needed someone who could do both; fuck you senseless but also make love, and Bakugo could hit both those marks.

He removed his fingers from you as you clenched around the emptiness he left. He pulled your bottoms down and quickly turned you around, pushing your face into the lockers. You hear him fumble to unzip his pants before he prodded his member at your entrance. You couldn’t look back to see exactly how big he was but when he began to drag his cock along your folds, your legs started to tremble. He gathered your slick and pushed into you. You let out a loud cry as your walls grasped onto his girthy cock. He grabbed your wrists and pulled them behind your back, holding them with one hand. He started to violently pound into you, his balls slapping against your swollen lips, echoing in the empty locker room. He used his free hand to reach around and started to swirl his fingers around your sensitive nub. His pace never let up, he started to thrust harder and deeper with every second. Tears started to form as you felt your orgasm coming up.

“Who do you belong to?” he grunted into your ear, his breath hot against your neck.

“You Katsuki, I be-belong to you”

“Thats right babygirl, only me, now cum all over my cock”

Your legs began to quiver and your entire body convulsed. You let out a long cry as your walls clenched and released your juices all over him. He couldn’t take much more after that and removed his hand from your nub before he grabbed at your ass, gripping onto it for dear life. His pace quickened before he quickly pulled out, his cock twitching, warm shots of cum spurting all over your back and ass. He leaned to kiss you on the cheek then walked over to his bag, pulling out a small white towel. You stayed motionless, still with your face pressed against the lockers waiting for him to return. He cleaned you up and turned you around to face him. Realizing how long you two were in there, you quickly pulled your bottoms and tights up, fearful that the other boys would be returning any moment. Bakugo looked disappointed in how rushed you were to leave him. You tried to step forward but he planted a hand next to your head against the lockers. With his other hand he tilted your chin up and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“You know I can tutor you right?” he said with a small smirk. You blushed at the suggestion. You didn’t really need tutoring anymore, but you would love to see him again. Before you could answer you heard a door open. Bakugo removed his arm from the locker and turned to look at who interrupted you two.

“Y/n! Are you okay? Did you find my bag?” he asked sympathetically. You swallowed hard and just nodded, bending to pick up the textbook you had dropped. You quickly scurried to the door before looking back at Bakugo quickly with a stern eye, as if signaling for him to ‘keep his mouth shut’. He looked back at you with a devious smile and a wink before you shut the door.

“What are you doing in here with y/n? What did you do?”

“I just taught her a lesson, I don’t think she’ll be needing your help anymore” Bakugo said with a smug grin before leaving Izuku alone in the locker room.

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