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sweetiecutie · 10 months

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hello!!! I was wondering if you could write a part 2 for dilf!konig? I didn't think I would be into it, but I read it and... it's awakened something in me. i need more dilf!konig

thank you!!!!!!!

A/n: so you, my lovely little sluts, seem to really like my smutty silly headcanons. But don’t worry babies, I have some more to satiate your hunger😌

Part 1 here

Dilf! König headcanons pt 2

Warnings: NSFW, mdni, smut, fem! reader, age-gap implied, unprotected sex, cheating (I know, I’m sorry🙄), nasty nastiness

Dilf! König, whom you reach out the next day with a cute “hi, it’s me Y/n<3” text, and a few hours later end up in his hotel room, pressed onto plush mattress of his king sized bed as König bullied his throbbing cock into your poor drooly pussy, meaty thighs hitting your ass with loud smacking sounds that, along with your shameless moans and whimpers, bounced off the tall walls, causing hotel staff to knock onto room’s door, asking as politely as possible to be more quiet in order not to disturb other hotel guests (*cough* the whole fucking floor *cough*).

Dilf! König, who, while still at your place, takes his godchild and you to the aquapark under the guise of “spending some quality time with younglings while he can”. You can’t stop sneaking glances at his massive chiseled body, decorated with numerous battle scars, laughing nervously as your best friend asks if everything is okay, since you’ve been zoning out too much lately.

Dilf! König, who riles you you absolutely stupid in the privacy of a small cafeteria bathroom as his godchild aka your best friend is way too occupied trying out all of these crazy slides to actually pay any attention to the two of you. He cums so much inside of your puffy cunny, sliding your thong back in place and murmuring “want you to carry a piece of me wherever you go” sweetly into your ear, smacking your ass playfully as you leave on trembling legs, exiting himself a few moments later as to rise no suspicions.

Dilf! König, who smirks ever so slightly when he sees some young dudes approximately your age unsuccessfully trying to hit on you, failing miserably to gain even a second of your blissful attention. He notices how you rub your thighs together ever so slightly, and if he watches closely enough, König may even see a little dark spot on your bottoms - his pearly cum oozing out of your fucked-out pussy, staining bright fabric of your sexy swimsuit.

Dilf! König, who buys you tickets to Vienna in first class and pays for your luxurious hotel room, just so you can meet again. He greets you with a huge bouquet of tulips (bc roses are plain as fuck, duh🙄) at the airport, giving you a warm hug and asking how your journey was, driving to his favorite restaurant to feed you some traditional Austrian food. He shows you around all the significant places of Vienna, giving you a little excursion, telling your all the stories and myths behind certain places.

Dilf! König, who that night has you splayed out onto huge queen-sized bed of your hotel room, eating your pretty pussy out like a man starved, sucking on your needy puffy clit and fucking your tight hole with three thick fingers while desperately rutting his hips into soft mattress, trying to get at least some type of friction against his achingly hard dick.

Dilf! König who soon has you begging for his heavy cock inside of your pussy, fucking your brains out until you’re a babbling silly mess writhing on white sheets, nothing more than a boneless puddle in his skilled hands. And he is more than happy to comply with all your little whims.

Dilf! König, who actually has a wife with whom he has been married for over ten years. The spark between them long gone, it’s more like two acquaintances living together rather than a married couple - continuing sharing one house and one bed more out of a habit - simply because both are used to that, not bothered enough to move out. Both König and his wife are perfectly aware of each other’s flings on the side, but still not caring enough to actually do something about it. All hopes of saving their marriage are long gone and forgotten, none of two having any wish to actually deal with their spouse.

Dilf! König who takes special interest in you. You, pretty little thing, so youthful and full or energy, so hopelessly romantic with heart so full of love that König almost drowns in it. You are the sparkle he so lacks in his grey taunted life, you’re the positive adrenaline he craves so much. You give him butterflies flaring in his guts and electric shocks running down his spine whenever König’s lips meet yours in a searing kiss - and he quickly became addicted to that feeling, not planning on letting go of you anytime soon.

Dilf! König who basically becomes your sugar daddy. He loves spoiling his precious baby, lavishing you with designer clothes and fancy jewelry, taking you to vacations all around the world whenever he has time free from work. He makes a lot of money as a colonel - so much that he doesn’t know what to do with it. So why not spurge on his favorite girl? And what König likes even more is to rip these unbelievably expensive togs off, revealing your sexy body; to see all these sparkly jewels jiggle and kling softly as he pounds you with his thick cock, watching your face contort in pleasure so strong it almost hurts, but you’re way too greedy to stop him, only begging for more.

Dilf! König, who has absolutely no idea how this all is going to end up like. Numerous scenarios and possibilities playing in his head nonstop - finally divorcing his wife and marrying you instead. You getting over him and moving on with your own life, leaving König and everything related to him behind. Him getting killed on one of the missions, and you not having a single clue as to why he so suddenly disappeared. These and many others - but one thing König is absolutely fucking sure of is that he will never get bored of you. And no matter what happens, he’ll never turn you, his little angel, down. You’re his favorite precious girl, after all<3

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antxlss · 1 year

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can you do #2 w rafe maybe like y/n or reader is secretly fw rafe but he wants more and is obsessed with her and so possessive & gets jealous when she’s w other guys/pouges so he claims her 😖😖😻🧎🏼‍♀️

she’s mine

pairing: rafe x pogue!reader

summary: *see above*

warnings: suggestive comments

words: 1.1k

a/n: i love this idea, it’s so fun to write everyone’s requests. i hope you like what i came up with! it’s not exact, but i think y’all will like it. as always, thank you for reading! if you have any requests, please do not hesitate to reach out! i love you, enjoy! <3

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it was a warm friday night. you had been out all day fishing in the marsh with kie, john b, jj, and pope. you guys were starving since you hadn’t eaten since breakfast, so everyone - mostly jj - convinced kie to take us to her family’s restaurant and get us some scrap food.

we are currently sitting at a table in the corner of the restaurant, out of the way of all the real customers. it was a pretty slow night, only a couple of groups occupied a few tables a little further from ours. scattered people coming in and out.

kie comes through balancing plates along her arms. the boys were practically panting as they gawked at the the piping hot dishes. we consider it a luxury when we get to eat at the wreck. it easily tops the grilled cheese and instant ramen us pogues are used to.

kie gently sat down each plate in front of us. “guys, be careful, it’s ho-” she tried to explain.

before she could even finish her sentence we had already stuffed our mouths full. as soon as the scalding hot food touched my mouth, i spit it right back out. immediately i started fanning my tongue. i look over to see the boys doing similar gestures.

“i tried to tell you.” kie stated smugly.

i went back to my food making sure to blow on each bite before i ate it.

not even 10 minutes went by and we had already cleaned the plates. literally. pope, john b, and jj started licking their plates.

“stop you dumbasses. act like we have some goddamn decency.” i scolded.

pope looked over at me quickly dropping his plate. “sorry.” he muttered.

they all straightened up.

“thanks again kie!” i added.

“always. gotta keep my favorite people fed.” she gave me a quick side hug and started picking up plates to take back to the kitchen. i grabbed a few, helping her out. i walked them to the dish room and sat them in the sink.

“hey i’m gonna finish the dishes them i’ll be out.” kie remarked.

“okay, i’m gonna head to the bathroom.”

i walked out of the kitchen and into the dining area, when i saw him walk in. there he was.

rafe cameron.

behind him came his two best friends, topper and kelce. i don’t know why i was surprised, they are here all the time. i guess it’s just different seeing him here now. since we’ve been hooking up.

yeah. me and rafe cameron are hooking up. it’s obviously a secret. if one of the pogues were to find out, i’d be killed. or worse.

like all good relationships begin, we met at a kegger at the beginning of summer. i knew it was wrong. maybe that’s why i did it. for an adrenaline rush, for the thrill? but god was he they best sex i’ve ever had. the only down side is how obsessive he is over me. especially who i hang out with.

rafe has told me multiple times how he doesn’t like me hanging out with the pogues. how they are bad for me. how i would be better off with him. he doesn’t want me to talk to anyone other than him. and we aren’t even official. he’s very obsessive.

i take a deep breath and head to the bathroom. i have to slip past rafe to get there, but at this point i’m just praying he doesn’t talk to me. i can’t risk the pogues finding out about us.

just when i thought i’d gotten past him, i feel a strong hand tightly grip my bicep. it was rafe. he pulled me into the hallway going to the bathrooms. he guided me in front of him, but kept his grip on me as we talked.

“hey, what are you doing here?” rafe asked.

“eating. duh? it’s a restaurant, that’s what you do at a restaurant.” i replied sarcastically.

he pulled me closer to him, dropping his mouth to my ear. “i didn’t ask for that bratty attitude. drop it.” he demanded.

my eyes dropped to my feet. “sorry.” i muttered.

“that’s what i thought.” he smirked. “who are you here with?”

my breath hitched in my throat. i already knew what he would say if i told him the truth. “i’m by myself.” i answered, my eyes still staring at the ground.

“don’t you fucking lie to me.” he growled. “you’re here with those pogues aren’t you.”

i turned my head away from him. i couldn’t take the pressure. he suddenly, yet gently gripped my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes.

“i thought i told you to stay away from them.” his eyes were piercing through mine.

“but they’re my friends.” i complained.

“i’m more important than them sweetheart. you’ll learn that soon enough.” he patted my cheek then let go of his grip on me. “now go back to your table.”

i turned around and started walking back to the group. i had a nervous feeling in my stomach. i knew rafe was possessive, but i thought we were just a hook up. i guess he has different plans.

i sat down in the seat i had occupied before. just as i sat down kie made her way back to the table. the rest of the night we just talked and joked around, but i never to my attention off of rafe. i watched as they ordered, as they got their food, as they ate, and finally, as they got their check. once the trio had successfully paid, rafe sent topper and kelce out as he stayed behind. what the hell was he doing.

he was walking towards our table. holy shit.

it wasn’t long before the others caught rafe in their peripheral and started questioning the same thing i was. “why is he coming over here?”

it felt like hours before he reached our table. he stood directly in front of me. his eyes never left mine as he reached into his pocket and pulled out what looked like a piece of black fabric. he gently tossed it into the table. i finally got a good view of it.

“you left your panties at my house.” he stated with a straight face.

then, i realized what the black fabric was. the black lacy thong i had worn last time i went to rafe’s. i had been missing it, but i figured i just lost in on my way home. my jaw dropped. my face was blood red. i could feel the heat on my cheeks. i couldn’t even make myself look at my friend’s reactions.

“she’s mine.” rafe stepped back and i watched him walk out of the restaurant.

john b looked around the table. “what. the. fuck. just happened?”

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wh1msic4alwasab1 · 10 days

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"𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐁𝐚𝐝"

synopsis: you’ve been ignoring geto and acting like a complete brat, so he makes you apologize but…will that be enough?

tags: angst for like a second, cunnalingus, oral, geto calls you a brat(duh), vulgar, explicit

wrd cnt: 700+

a/n: wish it was me

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Your phone buzzed with a notification, but before you could even see who had messaged you, your boyfriend grabbed your phone and tossed it aside.  “What the fuck, Geto? That was rude!” you snapped, sitting up and glaring at him.  He raised an eyebrow and gave you a challenging look, “Oh? You think that was rude? It’s funny because you’ve been being that all day.”  Your anger rose and you stood up, getting into his face, “Excuse me? Who the fuck do you think you are?”  He didn’t flinch and instead grabbed your wrists, pinning you against the wall, “I think I’m your boyfriend who’s trying his best to understand and be patient with you. But you’re making it hard.”  You struggled against his grip, but he was too strong for you.

But he let you go, watching you make your way to your shared room, trying to close the door on him.

Once in the bedroom, he pushed you down onto the bed and climbed on top of you. 'You've been acting like a selfish little brat, you must want me to fuck that attitude out of you,' he growled, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head with one hand while his other trailed down your body.

“Tch- Geto let go-!”

“You don’t want that. If you did you’d stop acting like this.”

He took the corner of the bed sheet and wrapped it around your wrist, binding them to the corner post.   You could feel the heat between your legs start to build as he leaned down and kissed your neck, trailing soft kisses down your body. He soon made it down to your heat, Without hesitation, he ripped everything off and buried his face between your legs.  You couldn't believe how good it felt. You tried your hardest, your absolute hardest to stop moaning or squirming as he lapped and slurped at your pussy, as his talented tongue exploring every inch of you.

He was relentless, not giving you a moment to catch your breath as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.  You were a whimpering, moaning mess, completely lost in the pleasure he was giving you. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, but just as you were about to orgasm, he stopped.  'Please, Geto…,' you begged, but he ignored you as he crawled back up your body, his eyes dark with desire.  'Where are the big girl words now?' he asked, teasingly.  You knew what he wanted. He wanted you to beg for it, to admit that you were wrong and that he was due an apology. And you were more than willing to give him what he wanted.  'Please, Geto, I need you. I-I was rude, and I'm sorry. I'll be good, I promise. J-Just please, fuck me,' you pleaded, wrapping your legs around his face, trying to push him back in.

 “If you’re really sorry”, he says while playing with your folds, “You can give me a few more, hm?” Geto growled, his lips going right back to eating you like a starved man.

'Geto, m'sorry,' you said again, your voice trembling as you looked down to him with lustful eyes.  'You want my cock, don't you?' he whispered, his eyes glowing with lust.  You nodded, breathing heavy and erratic.  'You won't get it,' Geto said, a smirk playing on his lips.  Only small whimpers escaped your lips.  'But don't worry, I have something else in mind for you,' Geto said, his voice low and seductive.

 'Please, Geto,' you whimpered, voice filled with need.  'That's it, beg for me,' he growled, the vibrations from his words sending shivers through your body.  He continued to work you over with his lips and tongue, it seemed like your attitude had disappeared, replaced with raw desire and need for Geto's touch.  'Geto, I-I can't take it anymore,' you pleaded, your body on the brink of orgasm.  'Are you ready to apologize for your behavior?' Geto asked with a smug grin.  'Yes, yes, I'm sorry,' you cried out, desperate for release.  With one final flick of his tongue, Geto pushed you over the edge, you body convulsing as they came hard against his mouth.

“Well that’s too bad”.

whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.

#jo’s posts #jjk smut #jjk suguru #getou suguru x y/n #getou suguru x you #getou suguru x reader #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen suguru #getou smut #jujutsu geto #geto x you #geto smut #geto x reader #jjk geto #geto x y/n

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n0tangeliccc · 1 year

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Kenny McCormick NSFW HCs

(Everyone is 18+ don’t rip my head off guys)

Fem!Reader

Warning: Smut duh, drug use mention like once, uh yeah sex lmao

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- I think he’d be a switch honestly, Definitely more on the dom side but he won’t stop you from being the more dominant one!

- Tits man we all know this, he just loves your tits no matter how big or small they are he’s obsessed

- If you have them pierced?? Oml he’s in heaven

- He’s constantly grabbing and fondling them

- Loves leaving a long trail of hickey from your neck to your collarbone and chest

- He’s also a thigh man, constantly kissing and leaving marks on them, he adores being between them

- LOVES eating you out, eats you out like a starving man + he’s amazing with his hands

- Tug on his hair while he’s doing it and he’ll let out the cutes moans

- Wants you to sit on his face, will literally beg for you to do it

“Please baby, I promise it’ll be good!”

- Of course we all know he also LOVES bjs

- If you have long hair be prepared to have it pulled as he guides you down on his cock

- Look up at him while sucking on his cock he’ll cum instantly, he can’t help it you just look so pretty with his dick in your mouth

- Omg give him a titjob and he’ll literally die

- Favorite sex positions are cowgirl and missionary but he loves any position where he can see your face and tits

- Loves cumming inside you, but also likes to cum on your tits and face

- LOUD!!

- His moans and groans are heavenly

- Praise + degradation are his thing

- Praises your body so much, and he loves just running his hands through it

- Gets super possessive during sex

“That’s it, my good little slut”

“Such a good whore”

- Lots of other comments like that, and he’ll have such a cocky smile while saying them

- Phone sex and sexting!!

- Send him lewd photos of yourself to tease him god will you be in for a looong night

- Sex while high!!

- Loves watching you ride him as he takes a drag from his joint

- High sex drive and SOOO much stamina he can go for so many rounds it’s crazy

- Pretty good aftercare, usually he’ll help you clean off and you guys will cuddle afterwards

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A/N: Im not the most experienced with writing nsfw but hopefully this isn’t too bad😅

Feel free to request if you guys want!

#kenny mccormick x reader #kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick smut #south park fanfiction #south park x reader #south park smut #south park x you #south park x y/n #kenny mccormick x y/n

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flowerbxuquet · 4 months

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Shauna nsfw drabble bcuz i haven’t uploaded in a long time :3

WARNINGS: Nsfw (duh), brief mentions of violence, not really consensual at first??? feral shauna

A/N: ended up way longer than i expected.

Shauna’s so angry lately..no one can really blame her with the death of her baby and the death of Jackie. Shauna’s lost a lot in a couple months and it’s really been draining her.

You’re the only one who doesn’t look at her like she’s some feral animal though..you comfort her, you hug her and tell her that you don’t necessarily understand what she’s going through but you’re there.

Shauna adores you, you’re the one thing in the wilderness that makes her feel so warm other than the cold and feral version of her that craves to feast on flesh.

She’s so mad, she’s filled with anger and hatred — especially towards Lottie. The way the girl acts so calm and spiritual, ‘brainwashing’ the others into what Shauna believes is delusions.

Shauna throws the first punch at Lottie, she can feel the soreness and pain in her knuckles at how harsh the hit is. She’s ready to keep going until she feels a hand tug at her jacket.

Shauna whips around, looking ready to kill until her eyes fall on you. Sometimes when she looks at you all she can see is Jackie and that sight..calms her slightly.

“Shauna, don’t.” You beg, the last thing everyone needs is another dead body and Shauna looks like she was about to murder Lottie. Lottie looks like she’s ready to protest but before she can you’re dragging Shauna off her.

Because you’re the only one who can tame the feral beast in Shauna’s body.

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You bring Shauna up to the attic - attending to the wounds on her bloodied knuckles with the limited supplies you all have.

“I don’t need you to protect me.” Shauna huffs, a bit irritated as the anger in her body just seems to build the more she can’t find a stress relief.

You sigh, looking up at Shauna with an almost disappointed gaze.

“I know, honestly I think I was protecting Lottie more than you. You looked ready to kill her.” You sigh and set the cloth you had back into the water bucket you used to disinfect Shauna’s hands.

Shauna rolls her eyes at your comment and looks down at her knuckles that you had patched up for her — the action makes her heart flutter a bit.

“I wouldn’t have actually killed her.” Shauna protests, “Just..I don’t know what I was thinking..”

You give her a sympathetic smile and walk over to sit beside her, draping an arm around her waist as you give her a hug. Shauna slightly stiffens before melting into the contact, her breathing getting heavier as she takes in your embrace.

You’re so warm, she can hear your heartbeat against hers, she feels absolutely feral and all she wants to do right now is devour you whole.

Shauna feels like she’s blacking out, nearly dissociated from her body and she doesn’t even realize that she’s smashing her lips against yours hungrily.

Your eyes widen and you stiffen up, gasping in surprise but Shauna takes that initiative to push her tongue into your mouth as she squeezes your waist to pull you into her lap.

You’re on top of Shauna now — eventually you melt into the kiss and are kissing her back just as hungrily. It’s been months since the both of you have had some real connection with another human being and you two are practically starving.

Shauna pulls back for a second, desire in her eyes as her lips are bruised from the rough kissing. “I need you so fucking bad right now,” Shauna growls, attaching her lips to your neck.

She grabs your hips and flips the two of you over, pressing you against the harsh wood flooring but you’re too lost in the sensation of Shauna’s lips on your neck to care.

“Shauna.” You mewl softly, laying your head back to give her more room to kiss and bite.

Shauna’s hungry and she eagerly tugs your shorts down, giving you no time to process as she slips her hand into your panties.

Your hips jolt in surprise as Shauna starts to rub harsh circles on your clit, she’s never really pleasured another woman before but she’s touched herself plenty of times to be familiar enough.

Your breathing gets heavier as Shauna’s fingers rub your bundle of nerves while her lips continue to suck and kiss on your neck.

“You’re so fucking sweet the way you always try to protect me.” Shauna pants as she starts to rock against your thigh, “All mine..no one else can touch you because you belong to me.”

Shauna growls, sloppily pushing two fingers into your cunt which causes you to cry out at the sudden stretch. You move up to cover your mouth since the girls are just downstairs but Shauna grasps at your wrists and slams them above your head onto the wood floor.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Shauna moans, her hips snapping against your thigh, “Let them hear you, let them all hear how good i’m making you feel.”

Shauna’s nails are slightly digging into your wrists from the pleasure coursing through her body and she continues to roughly pump her fingers into your weeping pussy.

Your moans fill the room, unable to even hold them back as Shauna fingers you with an absolutely feral pace. That knot in your stomach is starting to get tighter and you writhe against Shauna while she pins you down.

“A-Aah! S—Shauna, please..i’m gonna cum..” You pant inbetween gasps, her fingers curl and rub against your walls without mercy.

Shauna grits her teeth together as her rocking against your thigh gets harsher, the way you announce your pleasure to her makes her clit throb and she can feel her orgasm approaching as well.

“Do it. Fucking cum all over my fingers.” Shauna spits at you with an aggressive tone, taking out all her anger with the harsh pounding of her fingers inside your wet pussy.

Your mouth falls agape and nearly your body rises up off the ground, shouting Shauna’s name with pleasure as you gush all over her fingers.

Shauna’s eyes squeeze shut while her mouth falls open, letting out harsh pants of breathe as she rides your thigh with reckless abandon.

Shauna doesn’t care that the girls downstairs can hear you crying out her name, it honestly just makes her body even hotter and her panties get even wetter. She wants everyone to know that she’s making you feel absolute bliss because you belong to her.

“Tell me you love me.” Shauna gasps out, her thighs squeezing against your leg as she rides you desperately, “Please.”

She needs to hear it, needs to hear that atleast someone does, that she’s not completely alone out here without Jackie.

“I love you, Shauna..” Your breathless voice comes out as your hands fall on her waist to stabilize her.

The coil inside Shauna’s stomach snaps and she lets out a loud cry as her orgasm wracks through her body, her thighs slightly twitching.

Shauna collapses against you, cuddling you close as she pants heavily to attempt to catch her breath that was stolen from the intense pleasure through her body.

You wrap your arms around her and kiss the side of her head, happy that Shauna got the stress relief she needs as she falls asleep with a small smile on her face for the first time in weeks.

#feral shauna is my favorite shauna sorry not sorry #yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #shauna shipman #shauna shipman x reader #shauna shipman smut #yellowjackets smut

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igotanidea · 1 year

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Riding lessons: Jason Todd x fem!reader

this one is for @jasontoddsthickbabe - I'm not sure if I should hate you or love you for all those pics on your site (of course I'm leaning towards the latter :D)

graphic found on Pinterest (as usual), all credits go to the author

Warnings: well, it's not about horse riding (duh), SMUT SO MINORS DNI

„Ah! Oh!” the pornographic sounds and moans echoed through an empty apartment. “More!”

“What are you doing?”

Holy shit! Jason was home and that really took her by surprise.

“Nothing!” she immediately shut the laptop, praying to whatever higher power there was that he did not see a thing “Hi.” She grinned wildly to cover for the embarrassment and extremely fast heart rate “why are you here? I thought you were supposed to meet with …”

“He cancelled. And so I came to you thinking maybe we can spend a nice day together” he crossed the floor and crouched next to her.

“Mhm. Sure.” She started babbling “that is a really good idea, how about I ….” Her gaze was everywhere but on him. How could she possibly face her boyfriend after what he just saw her doing.

“Princess….” He muttered, putting index finger under her chin and turning her head so she had to look him “were you watching porn?” at this point she wanted nothing more than to get out of his watchful gaze, that stupid smirk and those mocking attitude of his. Instead all she could do was blush like crazy and start to stutter.

“I….”

“Are you unsatisfied, baby? I need to know such things so I can please you more.”

“No.” she shook her head and he raised an eyebrow not sure if he understood her correctly “I mean, it’s not like that.”

“Then tell me. What is it, hmm?”

“It’s so embarrassing.” She closed her eyes “I don’t know how….”

“Come on, just say it.” He grabbed her hands and started caressing her soft skin “it’s me. I may laugh and mock you a bit, but I won’t judge.”

“You’re not making anything better for me.”

“Sorry, baby. But I’m your boyfriend. I care about you. If there’s something going on on the intimacy level I need to know, all right? Just so I can treat you right.”

“I….” she sighed deeply “I was trying to learn….”

“Learn? From porn….” His tone changed a bit towards and the right corner of his lips started lifting but he caught himself in time, before she noticed “I mean… ekhem…. What were you trying to learn?”

“Riding.”

“Oh.” His eyes grew wide “Why not come to me in the first place?” his hand traveled from her hand to her thigh “I can be your teacher, baby.”

“It’s just…. I’m this old and I don’t know how….”

“This old?” he scoffed “Dammit, Y/n. Do you think age matters?”

“Doesn’t it?” she squealed “It’s seems like I should have more experience and ….”

“No! Hell no! Fuck the society who try to put an age label on people. I couldn’t care less about that. Shaming people for going in their own pace is just… sick.”

“you only say that….”

“I say that because I love you. And because I don’t want you to feel bad about yourself. Ever. And because of one more thing….” His eyes turned dark from the overwhelming lust for her “Because now I can teach you.”

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He sat on the bed with her legs around him, straddling his hips, kissing her gently, holding her tight to his chest, just trying to get her in the right mood. Not that he needed to do much since with every other caress she was just melting into him. So touch starved it was painful. So shy it was making his heart ache and be mindful of every move not to hurt her.

“Baby…” he muttered into the kiss “let’s get rid of that, all right?” he tucked on her shirt and she obediently lifted her hands up to dispose of the material, completely bare under it. As much as he wanted to just dive into her chest, kiss her breast and tease her nipples endlessly just to get those high pitched sounds of her this was not about him. This was about her and showing her how she could be the one in control. Top, not bottom, and he did not mind being a bit submissive. Instead he just groaned resuming touching her, letting her go in her own pace, despite that pressing urgency to just tear all of her clothes and feel her. “You’re good?”

“Mhm….” She muttered “I need this off as well.” Y/N reached towards his shirt. “Why the hell did you wear a buttoned one today?”

“Cause of the meeting.” He laughed “but don’t tell me that undressing me this slowly is not turning you on, cause I can feel this on my thigh, you know.”

“It does….” She panted, getting rid of each of those fucking annoying little clasps, slowly exposing his toned chest. “God!” she whined, finally sliding the shirt down his arms, her hands moving frantically over his body on their own accord. At this point she almost regretted being on top. She was so used to him hovering over her, pressing that toned pecks and abs into her, pressing her into the mattress. For a second he wanted to give him back all the control so he could do everything he wanted to her and ….

“Hey princess, I know you like what you see, but get back to me.”

“What? I ….”

“I know that look. I know what you were fantasizing about and I promise I fulfill your every wish, later, but now – you wanted to learn. So be a good student for me, huh?”

“Mhm, sure. What do I do?”

“Let me just…” he moved her up a bit, making her whine due to loss of contact. But it was only to slide her shorts and panties down her legs.

“Jay….” She whined, now being the only one completely undressed and inhibitions about her body and complexes started kicking in. He saw her naked so many times before and she was still self-conscious about her size.

“I love you Y/N. I love all of your little imperfections if you can even call them that. I love your breasts “ he pulled her closer, sensitive nipples brushing over his chest “you thick thighs” which were now wrapping around him again “and your pussy. All for me. Now, let’s move you.” he grabbed her hips and slowly helped her rock them, the friction making her moan more and more with every move.

At first it was slow and she was trying to pick the pace up, getting a bit frustrated for not being able to get herself off, but every time she did Jason was holding her down.

“Jace….” She whined “stop teasing me.

“Shh. Steady baby, steady. Let’s build some of that tension to get better release, all right?”

“I hate you!” she whined fighting against him

“We both know it’s not true.”

“Come on, I need you!” she fumbled with the zipper of his jeans “I’m ready now I swear! Please Jason.”

“Fuck, if you keep saying my name like this, I will get off before you and that would be embarrassing.”

“You’d better hurry up then.”

Oh he did. She only did as much as blink and he already managed to free himself, putting his cock on full display, covered with the pre-cum, ready for action and she was more than willing to participate. It was easier and far more pleasurable then she initially thought. His strong arms wrapped around her, securing her and slowly helped her move down onto it so he could get inside, when they both wanted.

“Jace!” she screamed, finally feeling this familiar stretch she craved so much for some time now. Her hands locked around his neck, pulling him closer, wanting him closer, needing him closer. Lips connected, kissing frantically, hands roaming each other’s body. But not moving. Why wasn’t he moving? “Why are you so still….?”

“It’s not my job now princess.” He smirked, leaning his forehead on hers “it’s yours.”

“Right….” She mumbled “just like before?”

“Just like before.” He smiled “Need a little reminder?

“Yes, please.” How could she ever refuse if that meant that he was touching her hips and ass, getting her back into the grove, showing her how to use him to reach her high. Fuck, the thought that she was doing it alone, herself made her hot. (and to be honest, him as well). Once the control kink creeped in her hips started moving faster and more intensely, feeling the heat inside her. Oh, she was going to catch the high.

“That’s it, baby” his grip was definitely going to leave bruises but she could not care less. “So good, you are doing so good.”

“Sure I am. Just stop talking and kiss me more.” His lips connected once more in a crazy dance of love, passion and desire. She was so damn close. Just needed a little bit more, just a little. Jason seemed to realize how she felt, when his fingers found its way towards her clit and added to the pressure and overstimulation.

“Fuck! Jason.” she screamed his name and squirted on his cock with all she had in her, falling limp into his arms. Completely spend, exhausted and fully satisfied. “I love you….” she muttered into his chest.

“I love you too, my little student. You did so well. A+ if I may say so” he responded, hugging her closer. “now that I said it, would you be opposed to some roleplay….?”

She pulled away and looked at him with lust and curiosity in her eyes.

“You promised to fulfill my fantasies, remember? All of them, sir” The girl whispered seductively and he wasted no more time in throwing her onto her back and starting another round.

Fuck, she was gonna be the death of him.

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Lovin On Me?

Summary, Jack decides to prank you back after all the pranks you’ve done on him.

“Are you sure she isn’t going to like hurt me or something after this?”

Jack asked Annie as she placed two sets of eyelashes on the sun visor that was in the car.

“I promise she won’t well.. I’m not entirely sure she won’t do something but I mean you know how to call the police right?” Annie asked Jack and his eyes widened at her response.

Lately you’ve been pranking Jack nonstop you’ve been back to back with the pranks and he decided it was time to finally get you back.

He saw online and saw a few videos of guys pranking their girlfriends and making them believe and some random girl left her ‘eyelashes’ around.

When in reality the eyelashes were bought from some store and placed there to make it seem like a girl was around when the girlfriend was away.

“When is she supposed to be getting back? I wanna make sure I’m gone before she arrives.” Annie asked.

Jack looked down at his phone seeing you had texted him about five minutes ago saying that you were about to pull up to the house.

“She sent me this a few minutes ago so I’m assuming she’s almost here, I’ll let you know how it goes.”

Annie chuckled. “Yeah I hope you don’t end up a single man after tonight.” She laughed.

“That isn’t funny Annie you said this would be a good idea to get back at her.” Jack was starting to second guess this entire thing.

“I mean duh I suggested it but I wouldn’t recommend doing it but I mean you’ve gotten this far, you might as well finish the job right?” She laughed once again before leaving.

Not even a few minutes later you came around the corner in your car. The two of you were going out tonight and usually Jack would be the one picking you up from your house but since he was setting up the prank, he had you meet him at his place.

“Hi baby.” Jack greeted you with open arms and you immediately allowed yourself to be wrapped up in his arms.

“Hi baby, I missed you today.” You pulled your head back and giggled as Jack kissed you all over your face.

“I missed you more, I’m starving I hope you’re ready for tonight.” He was taking the two of you out to eat at one of your favorite restaurants.

“You already know I am I can’t wait to get all bloated and full.” As the two of you made your way to Jack’s car he opened the passenger seat for you, allowing you to go inside.

Once the two of you were inside the car Jack’s anxiety started to kick in even though he knew this was a prank he was still very much nervous to be even pranking you.

The ride to the restaurant was fairly quiet the two of you made small talk here and there and sang a few songs together, after awhile Jack decided it was time to finally start his prank.

“Babe, if you don’t mind can you hand me my chapstick out the glove box.” He asked and you nodded your head and leaned forward.

You opened the glove box and went to reach for his chapstick but stopped when you noticed a pair of strip lashes just laying in his glove box.

“What is this?” You asked him and grabbed the lashes and started twisting and pulling at them.

“What?” He asked as if he didn’t know what you were asking about.

“What?” You mimicked his voice and he had to stiff a laugh.

“What are these? And what are they doing in your car.”

He quickly glanced at the lashes and back at the road. “Is it a bug?” You smacked your lips. “No it’s a pair of lashes, lashes that were in your car.” You emphasized.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Are you sure they don’t belong to you? I mean you do have a pair on your face right now.” You glared at him.

“These are not mine Jack and besides I wear eyelash extensions not lash strips, this is fake shit, cheap shit.” You stated as your voice started to rise a bit.

“Okay, why are you trying to blame me like I did something. I didn’t put those there.” Jack so badly wanted to laugh but he had to keep it going.

“Okay so who did? Your mom doesn’t wear these and I’m the only person well the only other woman that’s allowed in this car besides your mom, so ima ask you again who did you have in here, Jackman.”

You have never used Jack’s entire name only when you were upset with him or pissed at him and in that moment he knew he might’ve fucked up.

“It’s literally your eyelashes babe like what are you trying to say huh?”

You we’re starting to grow very impatient at this point. “Jack, don’t piss me off you better be playing this better be a prank.”

He chuckled. “Babe I’m being dead serious those belong to you. Let me see them.” He went to grab them but you pulled them back.

“Tell me right now who they belong to because I don’t wear these I have extensions see.”

You put your head down to show him how your extensions we’re actually mixed in with your real eyelashes.

“Yes you do look.” He stated and went to put the eyelash over your extensions and you pulled back.

“With this shit you need to glue these on and off my shit doesn’t do that, so I will ask you again who do these belong to?”

Jack once again shrugged his shoulders. “Like I said earlier Y/N they belong to you.”

You sighed heavily and dramatically making Jack practically fear for his life. “You know what pull the car over, turn into this Target parking lot.” You told him.

“What? We have a dinner reservation in like ten minutes Y/N.” You smacked your lips.

“And you think I’m going still? After you’ve had some other girl in this car with you? You’re insane.” You stated.

As soon as Jack parked the car you immediately removed yourself from the car and started just walking around the parking lot. Jack started laughing the second you left the car.

“What the hell.” He said and got out the car and started following you. “Baby!” He yelled. “Baby, where are you going?” He laughed and ran up to catch up to you.

“It’s over in breaking up with you.” You stated. “What? You can’t break up with me it was a joke baby it’s a prank.” He tried explaining.

“That ain’t no prank how did you even have the time to go get lashes? You had a girl in there, in my spot and I’m done with you.” You stated and kept walking around the parking lot.

“Annie brought them over she helped me prank you it’s a prank, you’ve been getting me so I decided to get you back, I’d never cheat on you.” He told you.

You looked up at him as he stood there with his arms opened wide waiting for you to allow him to hug you.

“You better watch yourself because I’m not playing it safe anymore.” You stated and let Jack pull you into his embrace.

“Oh trust me I’m sleeping with one eye open for now on, but I’m sure we missed our reservation so how about we go back home and you put some good lovin on me?” You couldn’t help but to laugh.

“Put some lovin on you? After what you did? I don’t think so, you better put some lovin on that couch because that’s where you’ll be.” His jaw dropped.

“That isn’t fair baby. It was a joke I was pranking you.”

The entire car ride back Jack was apologizing none stop and even though you forgave him he didn’t need to know that. That night he made sure to cater to every single one of your needs and you were absolutely loving it.

( This will be the last little prank fic for awhile I don’t wanna bore you guys with them but I hope you enjoy 💘 )

( Also I got this idea from Karla and Kb they have a YouTube challenge together, I’m sure some of you know who they are )

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you

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taintedtort · 1 year

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prompt ✧ places they like to kiss you

characters ✧ heizou, cyno, xiao, zhongli, tighnari, kazuha, scaramouche, itto

warnings ✧ gn!reader, short drabbles, enjoy!

a/n✧ as i was writing down the characters i remembered itto existed

HEIZOU

✧ loves kissing you on your neck. he thinks it’s romantic in a teasing manner. goes crazy at the way you always flinch slightly, a deep blush covering your cheeks after the fact. he usually kisses the side of your neck, gently moving any hair or clothes that might be in the way before placing the softest kiss onto your skin.

CYNO

✧ kisses your shoulders. it’s a simple action and very easy to do, plus it’s a lot more subtle. he only ever does it as a hello kiss, or if he’s feeling just a bit touched starved. you could be rambling on and on about your day as passerby’s gawk as someone of your status walks directly next to the general, and he’d stare at you with full adoration in his eyes before leaning towards you and pressing his lips to your shoulder.

XIAO

✧ your finger pads. the first time he held your hand, he absolutely fell in love with the small contact. he loves how easy it is to initiate, and how it keeps you close to him. he especially loves when you squeeze his hand tighter, the tips of your fingers clinging into the back of his hand. whenever you two walk together hand in hand, he’ll always bring yours up to his lips, placing multiple pecks on each of your fingertips. the affection never fails to make both your cheeks tint a shy pink.

ZHONGLI

✧ your temple. he’s always placing chaste kisses to your temples whenever you walk or sit next to him. he always smiles at you after, telling you he loves you with a confident, love sick voice. when you say it in return with the same amount of affection, it causes him to place yet another small kiss to your skin.

TIGHNARI

✧ kisses your nose. he can never get enough of the look of shock you give him after he places a quick kiss to the tip of your nose. it never fails to make him chuckle, a soft look seeping into his eyes. in return, you always give him a peck back on his nose, causing him to smile.

KAZUHA

✧ your knuckles. he loves the feel of your knuckles against his fingertips and lips. he’s always placing gentle kisses on them whenever he can. it’s simple, yet it always makes you blush. sometimes, he’ll receipt a beautiful haiku to you, right before bringing your knuckles to his lips.

SCARAMOUCHE

✧ your lips… duh, where else is he supposed to kiss you? in his eyes, the only place that makes a kiss a real kiss is if it’s on the lips. a childish belief yes, but you don’t mind a bit. whenever you want to respect him in front of his subordinates while he’s working, you place the smallest and shortest peck to his cheek as a farewell. however, he always pulls you back by the wrist, demanding you give him a “real kiss” , he completely forgets about the people awaiting his command, and roughly kisses you. of course, you walk past the group with a burning red face while avoiding eye contact, but he stands proud and glares at them, almost daring them to say something. they never do, obviously.

ITTO

✧ loves your cheeks (on your face) loves to press the biggest kisses on them, pulling away with an obvious ‘mwah!’ sound. he does it all the time, no matter the situation. you always complain to him, saying he rarely ever kisses you on the lips which makes him have to tell you just how cute he thinks your cheeks are. once he starts to rapid fire compliment you, a blush rises to your face, causing him to practically squeal as he places yet another huge kiss to your face.

#reader insert #genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #x reader #fanfic #gender netural #gn reader #heizou x reader #cyno x reader #xiao x reader #zhongli x reader #tighnari x reader #kazuha x reader #scaramouche x reader #itto x reader #genshin drabbles #genshin images #genshin headcannons #taintedtort

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x0x0josephinex0x0 · 6 months

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touch-starved | min yoongi

we are going to ignore how every single one of my writings has nightmares in them, i personally experience very vivid nightmares on occasion so i guess art imitates life or whatever. also we're gonna ignore that this is the second bodyguard imagine i've written, this one was a request so it's a little less embarrassing but still is a little but not enough that i won't post it on the internet because i know y'all shameless too. here we have bodyguard!yoongi x celebrity fem!reader. warnings: stalking/stalkers (not yoongi this is not a yandere situation sorry), mentions of loneliness, a nightmare (obvs its me writing duh), horror movie mentioned...........idk if there's anything else but please do lmk

There is a soft knock at the hotel room door. You check the peephole to see Yoongi standing there, tapping rhythmically on his leg as he waits for you to let him in.

“Well, as far as I can tell, you’re not being followed,” he says as he enters, shrugging off his jacket and throwing it onto the chair by the sofa.

You sit on the sofa, rubbing your temples. “Well, that’s a relief,” you say tiredly.

“All this trouble for a guy you’re not even dating,” Yoongi says mildly, but he’s looking at you with his curious eyes, trying to gauge your mood.

“I don’t know if I’ve ever even talked to him,” you agree, flopping listlessly onto your side. “Remind me never to smile at anyone in public ever again.”

He smiles. “Or wear similar outfits, or go to the same places,” he adds, his eyes gentle. Then he leans against the sofa, facing the wall. “It’s not your fault, though.”

“I know,” you sigh. “You know, I kind of wish it was real,” you admit.

“Why? You like the guy?” Yoongi asks sharply.

“Not really,” you muse. “I mean, he is handsome. But it’s really that if I were in a relationship, it would mean that someone got close enough to me to like me.”

“I know you,” he responds indignantly. “And I like you.”

“You’re my bodyguard. You are paid to like me, so it doesn’t count,” you protest.

Yoongi shakes his head, annoyed. “On a good day,” he says scathingly, “I’d like you even if you weren’t paying me.”

“That’s the nicest thing you ever said to me,” you say, and the tension in the room dissolves as Yoongi gives you a smirk. “Who knew it would be so lonely to be a celebrity,” you say lightly, unable to escape a twinge of bitterness in your voice.

“It’s not all bad,” Yoongi reminds you, nodding out the massive windows at the spectacular skyline view.

You smile at the setting sun. “True,” you allow. “This part I like.” You watch for a few minutes as the sun sinks almost imperceptibly lower. “You must think I’m so spoiled.”

Yoongi shrugs. “I can see how there would be drawbacks. Personal privacy is a luxury that only poor people can afford.”

You tsk at him. “You’re talking in riddles again,” you scold. “It’s a condition at this point. You should really have it checked.”

He grins. “Just say you aren’t smart enough to understand,” he shoots back.

You chuckle, loving the back-and-forth. “Just say you have to pretend to be smart by using big words,” you retaliate.

He bows, his grin wider, as if to say, “you won this round”. “So,” he says, going to the mini fridge and popping a can of soda open. “What shall it be tonight, madame?”

You crinkle your nose in disgust at his butler-like tone. “Something spooky. In honor of fall,” you tell him, handing him the remote.

When he had become your bodyguard two years ago, at the recommendation of your agency, you had learned that he was required to work long into the night at your side. Feeling bad, you had started to watch movies every night when he came around so that he’d at least have something to do. Your relationship had come a long way — he had started out watching the movies from the back of the room, standing by the door, to now, sitting beside you on the sofa. This was representative of your relationship as well — when you had first met he was cold and professional, but now the two of you bantered back and forth in a way that was comfortable and easy. You really couldn’t remember ever feeling so comfortable with anyone, in fact.

It was hard to know when your less responsible feelings for him had begun. Truthfully, you suspected that you had just developed an unhealthy attachment to the only person you spent time around, but there were nights when you’d watch him writing in a little pocket-sized notebook, his long hair falling in front of his face, and imagine how it might have been if you’d met in a normal way — at a college somewhere, where he’d bring you a juice every day and help you study for exams. Now, there was barely a way to tell if what you felt when you saw him — that accelerated heart rate, that quiet thrum of energy in your mind — was real, or if it came from your own foolishness.

You watch him now — his face in the dying sunlight is so pretty you’re almost jealous, and the feeling in your chest pulses in a way that is almost painful. He turns on the TV and scrolls through shows until he finds a promising title: some horror film about an old woman in a spooky old house with a mysterious secret. As you begin the movie he has his arms folded, watching with veiled interest. But he notices the first time you flinch.

“Scared already?” he teases.

“You don’t miss a trick,” you say ruefully. “Pay attention.” You gesture to the screen.

About fifteen minutes later, there’s a knock at the door that corresponds perfectly to a jump scare in the movie, and you yelp in fright. Yoongi gets up, brow furrowed. “Are you expecting anyone?” he asks.

You shake your head no. He looks through the peephole and curses. “It’s your stalker again,” he grumbles, pulling out his cell phone. “Hey, Harvey,” he says, and his voice is calm, but you can tell he’s angry. “I need you to come up to the room and grab something. I was hoping it had already been taken care of.”

The voice of the hotel security team lead says something unintelligible, and Yoongi thanks them before hanging up. He slides the two chains into their places on the door and takes a door jam from his pocket, wedging it between the door and the floor. He grins at your wide eyes. “Don’t worry, milady,” he says, “he can’t get in even if he figures out how to unlock the door.”

“But what if he did get in?” you whisper, spooked.

He shrugs. “I’d kill him,” he replies.

“For real?!” you squeak,

“No,” he says with an eye roll. “But I would incapacitate him in record time. That dude is a wimp.”

He seems to notice you’re nervous, and his eyes soften. “Don’t worry,” he says quietly. “I’ll take care of you.”

When he sits back down, he sits closer to you than normal. Your legs are touching. You look at him quizzically and he smiles. “It’s a small couch,” he says, throwing an arm up over the back of the couch — not around your shoulders, but close enough that you’re blushing.

You try to focus on the movie, but you find that despite your anxiety, you’re beginning to nod off. Almost automatically, you find yourself leaning toward Yoongi’s warmth, and your head finds his shoulder. Giving in to the exhaustion, you find yourself in dreams.

It’s not long before the dreams turn dark. You have been prone to bad dreams as a result of your overactive imagination, but these are more solid than your usual nightmares — stealing from reality and stretching it so that teeth are too long, smiles are too wide, and the hands that reach for you are too strong. You wake up with a gasp.

You’re in your bed. You flick on the bedside lamp and put a hand to your chest, breathing deeply, still anxious. When a soft voice calls your name, you nearly jump out of your skin. Yoongi has poked his head into your bedroom, and is now looking at you in amusement. “It’s just me,” he says, stepping inside. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you say, trying to recover, although your voice still shakes. “I just had a bad dream.”

He grins. “No more falling asleep to horror movies,” he says in a fake-stern voice. “Do you need anything?”

“I think I’d like if you stayed with me a minute,” you confess, your voice quiet, looking at your hands. You are more nervous he’ll say no than you are about the dreams.

When you finally meet his gaze, his expression is unreadable. He walks silently to the side of your bed and sits down beside you. You can’t help but admire how the lamplight casts an alluring shadow on his face before he does something unexpected.

He reaches out, and without looking at you, slips your hand in his.

You stare at him. He has never done this before — never touched you when he could avoid it. You’d always been grateful and a bit disappointed about this. You knew he should keep his distance and simultaneously wished he wouldn’t. To say you’re startled wouldn’t even begin to cover it.

And yet, holding his hand is soothing. You feel your fear fade away, and in a moment of boldness, give his hand a shy squeeze.

He looks at you, then at your interlocked hands. He takes a deep breath. “Well, I need to quit my job.”

This revelation is shocking. “Why?” you ask, suddenly panicked. “If I did something — I mean, I’m sorry if I crossed a line —“

He puts a finger to your lips. “You haven’t done anything wrong,” he says gently.

“Then stay with me,” you say, knocking his hand away from your lips.

“I can’t work for you when I feel the way I do about you,” he explains, almost in a pleading tone.

"What are you talking about?" you ask.

"I love you," he blurts.

You gape at him. "What?"

He blushes. "You heard me."

You look at his hand in your hand, and then back to him. "Are you serious?" you ask him, unable to keep a smile from your voice.

He rolls his eyes. "If you're just gonna make me keep repeating myself, this conversation isn't going to go anywhere." He stands up and places your hand back into your lap. "I'll give you some time to process."

You leap out of bed and follow him. "Wait a minute," you say, grabbing his hand. "How do you know you love me?" you ask him, your eyes searching his.

Yoongi blushes, but he looks a little pleased that you've grabbed his hand. "Well," he says, slowly digesting your question, "I think it's pretty easy to know. Of everyone I've ever met and spent time with, I've never enjoyed being around anyone the way I like being around you. Nobody makes me smile like you do, and nobody makes me crazier."

You blink. "Well, I feel all those things about you."

He raises his eyebrows. "You do?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, I don't have many real friends," you explain, "but I'd rather stay in with you and watch movies than go out, or go anywhere really."

"You would?" he asks.

You give him a pointed look. "Now who's repeating themselves?"

He shakes his head. "I'm just shocked. Are you saying you love me back?"

You look at him, trying to find the answer yourself. Your heart is pounding harder than it did at any scary movie, and the heat of his gaze is making you feel flushed and squirmy. You struggle for words. "I --"

Yoongi throws his jacket and keys onto the couch, and in one swift movement he pulls you into his chest. He places his hand on your cheek. "What do you feel right now?" he whispers, his lips inches from yours.

"It's hard to know," you whisper back. "Completely crazy, but somehow calm. Entirely safe, but terrified. It's like I'm on top of something very high, but wearing a harness."

He gives you a tender smile. "That sounds like love to me." And then he kisses you.

You cling to him as he presses a kiss to your lips, then your cheeks and jaw and nose and forehead. Sighing in relief, you melt into his arms, enjoying the feeling of being adored. After he finishes kissing you, he holds you in his arms for awhile, running his hand down your back in soothing motions.

You carefully monitor your feelings as he holds you, realizing that after all this time alone, you could be a bit out of touch with them. You feel a lot of things -- wild and alive and a little dizzy -- but the undercurrent of your feelings is peace and quiet. It feels right.

"You do need to quit," you say suddenly.

He pulls back. "Why?" he asks, shocked.

"Because I do love you back, and I'm not about to pay my boyfriend to hang out with me," you say. "That's pathetic, even for me."

He laughs, tucking your hair behind your ear. "As you wish, love."

"You can hire your replacement in the morning," you say, kissing him again.

#bts #bts fluff #min yoongi fluff #missing min yoongi? well me too so i wrote this #missing yoongi hour #min yoongi x reader #yoongi fluff #agust d #bts yoongi #bts suga #bts agust d #yoongi imagine #kpop

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irisintheafterglow · 7 months

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hello (i have read you're taking requests at the moment. it's okay if you can't do this but if you can i will be so so so grateful :( ) could you please write satoru x fem! reader who has kind of a stronger, more introverted personality (a bit of a tsundere/less feminine personality) so people normally deem them as intimidating, emotionless and hard to approach but satoru is falling so hard for them? like they've been close because he's been one to genuinely care and get to know them for who they are and that's why he's so protective and whipped. he's the only one who the reader lets baby them around and vice-versa, because they both know how hard it is to keep the "strongest" facade while being so soft and love starved inside. thank you if you do this really it means a lot!

even in my worst times, you see the best in me

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cw/tags: swearing, strangers to friends to lovers, canon-typical violence, slight angst but mostly fluff, satoru has his eyes set on you and no one else

note: hi!!!! i had so much fun writing this and i hope you like it; this is literally the cutest fucking concept ever and i love it so so so so much. thank you for the ask !!!!

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“Put me down, Satoru. I don’t need you to carry me like a fucking damsel.”

“Shut up,” he mutters, his voice empty of its usual melodic teasing. He’s worried, you realize, as he sprints out of the collapsing building while the Curse tears apart the floor beneath him. Despite the imminent death chasing both of you, he holds his main concern in his arms, desperately trying to keep you talking.

“What the hell did you just say, asshole?” Making you angry always seemed to be the best way to make you wake up.

“I’m telling you to shut up. One, so I don’t have to listen to requests I’m not gonna obey, and two, you’re bleeding out at a speed that is less than ideal.”

“I’m fine, really. Just let me walk–” Your words are abruptly cut off by a hazy film covering your vision, your hearing temporarily lost as you fight back into consciousness. Chunks of concrete and plumbing pipes ricochet harmlessly off Satoru’s Infinity, his technique extending to cover your limp body as well. Warping in such a volatile environment left him no choice but to race for the veil and pray you stayed alive until then.

“Hey, hey, hey. Stay with me. You’re not allowed to die, idiot.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” you argue before darkness wipes your eyelids.

He’d forced his dense skull through your resolve exactly three minutes after you’d sat down at your first Exchange Event. You were used to it, at this point, the way people avoided being in close proximity to you or limited interactions with you to a handful of words. Your cold, emotionless stare deterred even the warmest of people from talking to you, with your only real acquaintance being Mei Mei, who people tended to hate even more than you. Despite Utahime’s best efforts to get you to open up and be vulnerable, it wasn’t something that came naturally to you. That is, until you met Satoru.

“Hey,” he said from above you, peering at you over the rims of his sunglasses. His eyes were just as bright and unsettling as you’d heard them to be, but they shined with fondness that you weren’t familiar with receiving. “You new around here?”

“Are you not? We’re first-years, genius,” you deadpan, expecting him to recoil and skitter away like a beaten-up squirrel. However, to your surprise, his smile only widens and he crouches down to look you in the eye while you unconsciously sink further into your armchair. “The hell are you looking at, weirdo?”

“I’m lookin’ at you, weirdo,” he teases, sticking out his tongue defiantly. “What’s with the grumpy face?”

“I’m not grumpy; just creeped out. Why are you talking to me?”

“‘Cause you’re not talking to anyone else, duh. You look like you need a friend.” He shrugs and you’re too stubborn to admit that he’s right. “I’m Satoru,” he greets, sticking out his hand, presumably for you to shake. You eye him warily with all the caution of a bomb defuser.

“I don’t give a shit,” you state, unentertained by his attempt to strike up a conversation. Even when you cross your arms over your chest and give him your best scowl, nothing deters him. He’s insistent on breaking through to you, even if you’re determined not to let him. Before you have the chance to tell him to get lost, though, the teachers are already announcing the rules of the team challenge. The match closely resembled capture the flag, where both teams would hide an artifact and decide whether to prioritize finding the other team’s artifact or protecting their own.

As the excited students from both schools file out the door, he catches your eye one more time and you meet his self-important gaze with a withering glare. “Have fun out there. See if you can beat me.”

You do end up beating him, much to the shock of the black ponytailed boy at his side. Your prior research into the so-called “honored one” had paid off and you managed to hold out long enough until one of his main offensive techniques failed. Despite his unfathomable level of power, it was obvious he was still learning how to use it, and you used that fact to your advantage. He may have been strong, but you were much faster. Still, Tokyo takes the victory solely because the ponytail student, Geto, had a better grip on his technique than Gojo and wiped out your team. You let yourself bask in the fact that you beat the one projected to become the strongest sorcerer in centuries, and allowed yourself to smirk when he approached you after the game.

“Have fun out there, honored one?” His mouth breaks into another lopsided grin now that you’re actually talking to him. Whereas others avoided you because of your cold exterior, he seemed to have you warming up to him. It was confusing, to say the least, but you weren’t opposed to making a friend, even if he was a pretentious asshole.

“Mmm, I did. I think some apologies are in order, too.”

“Apologies?”

“Yeah, sorry for thinking you couldn’t beat me. You’re really strong and I think that’s pretty cool.” You don’t know why his compliment leaves you breathless, face warming and feeling slightly dizzy. “How’d you get your technique to activate so quickly?”

It turned out that Gojo Satoru loved asking questions, and you found yourself enjoying answering them. After Tokyo prevailed in the Exchange Event, he somehow stole your phone long enough to input his number along with a dumb photo of him beaming into the camera. The first time he texted you, you thought it was a joke and considered stomping down to the Tokyo campus and demanding what was going on. But, when you realized the idiot who put in his contact information was indeed the same one that you beat during the Exchange Event, calls with him became common while you were doing mundane little tasks; he enjoyed your voice even while you were doing dishes or folding laundry or cooking dinner. Calling before and after missions integrated itself into both of your routines and you grew to expect a tirade of worried messages if you forgot to let him know you were safe. On one occasion, you exited the veil to find him leaning against a tree, completely unannounced.

“What are you doing here?”

“Hello to you as well, gorgeous,” he says without missing a beat. “Glad to see you’re alive after you went radio silent.”

“I was in there for an hour, you clingy bastard.”

“Hey, at least put ‘sexy’ in front of calling me a clingy bastard.” You snort and he gives you a rare soft smile, one you’ve found was reserved for when he was feeling extra fond of your tendency to push him away. “Let’s go.”

“Go where?”

“Food. I’ve been starving to death waiting for you to finish up.”

“Again, it was an hour-long mission.”

“Felt like an eternity to be away from you,” he teases, but intuition says that he actually means some of that sentiment.

Over time, he started breaking through the walls you meticulously constructed to keep people out. Questions about your technique became questions about your family, your past, your fears, and your strengths. He picked up on little things that no one picked up on before, like the way you pick your calluses when you’re anxious or bite your lip when you’re concentrating on solving a problem. He made you laugh, made your heart flutter, made you feel like a love-infected fool every time he breathed in your direction. It was also why it shocked you so much when you saw him as the strongest sorcerer alive, not just the dorky jester who liked to eat all of your candy when you weren’t looking.

The events of twenty seconds seemed to slow to centuries when the piece of metal struck your side. Time became syrup-like, thick and murky to the point where you couldn’t tell when you’d inhaled or exhaled last. You saw the scene in front of you between blinks: Satoru’s face contorting in rage when you collapse, a blinding strike of violet annihilating the Curse, the remainder of the Curse’s henchmen tumbling over each other to attack you in such a vulnerable state. They’re reduced to piles of dust the instant before Satoru raises you from the ground, your head lulling against his chest. Even when your consciousness fades, your body aches to be touching him, fingers gripping his hand when you’re rolled away on a gurney. When you wake in the infirmary of Jujutsu Tech, he’s still holding your hand like you’d disappear if he let go.

“‘Toru,” you croak, your voice hoarse and ugly from all the dust you’d inhaled. Still, his head snaps upward at the sound of your voice, eyes wider than pool balls. “W-water.” You point weakly to a cup on the bedside table and he darts away to fill it from the cooler in the hallway. He tries to hold the rim to your lips and you choke out a laugh, gently pushing his hand away. “Okay, you don’t need to do all that.”

“What if I want to? Let me take care of you, idiot,” he mutters and you allow him to gingerly help you sip the water. “Don’t tell Shoko I came in here, okay?”

“Why not?”

“She told me to go back to my room and rest–”

“And obviously you didn’t listen,” you finish for him and he smiles apologetically.

“What can I say? You can’t get rid of me that easily, sweetheart.”

“You stayed with me while I was sleeping?”

“Of course I did.”

“Why?”

“Because I thought you’d die if I weren’t with you.”

“How very humble of you, Satoru,” you deadpan and he lightly flicks your forehead.

“You know what I mean. Can’t have you dying on me before I can tell you how much I love you, right?” You’re speechless and are half-waiting for him to say that he’s joking, but he doesn’t.

“I don’t understand.” You shake your head in disbelief, baffled as to how he could have fallen in love with you when you tried so hard to push him away. “I’m ‘cold.’ I’m ‘heartless.’ I don't have the capacity to care about anyone other than myself. That’s what I’ve been told my entire life, so how could you fall in love with someone like me?”

“How could I not? It’s not everyday you find someone who sees you as a human being and not as a fallen god. If anything, you did this to yourself because I do love a challenge,” he explains matter-of-factly and you roll your eyes, letting him take your hand and press kisses to each of your knuckles.

“Tell me how much you love me, Satoru.” He doesn’t even wait for you to finish your sentence.

“I love you, just how you are, and I’d fall in love with you a million times more if I needed to.”

#gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #satoru x you #satoru x reader #satoru x y/n #jujutsu kaisen #ask iris!#jjk fluff

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s-brant · 1 year

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okay for my steve girlies i’m just having some thoughts abt him as a boyfriend rn that i cannot get out of my head so you’ll have to put up with this.

as a partner i feel like he’d be the most touchy person on the face of the earth. constantly having his hands on you in a casual way whether it be holding hands, pulling you onto his lap to sit there even when there’s a spot open right next to him, standing behind you with an arm wrapped around you, playing with your hair/clothes/jewelry, and so on. he’s probably very touch-starved so i feel like he would be on you 24/7 and very shameless in terms of PDA because he’s just dying to have someone to love. robin and dustin would fake gag in the background but he could care less. also he gives me the vibes of someone who is just constantly warm. like the human incarnation of a furnace, so cozy and inviting in terms of cuddling.

boyfriend steve in season two was very cute to me (i.e: him coming to apologize with flowers even though he literally didn’t even know what he was sorry for because she was the one who hurt him, trying to cut her off when she was drinking too much/take care of her) so i can only imagine he’d be an even sweeter boyfriend in the later seasons with his character growth. i picture him being chivalrous for some reason, like always opening the car door for you, wordlessly taking off his jacket to put it over your shoulders when it’s cold and you stubbornly didn’t wear one, and not wanting you to pay for dinner even though his salary at family video is probably not that great. long story short he is a simp and very romantic. i feel like that’s just canon at this point but i digress.

anyway for the sexy stuff you’re gonna have to go under the cut

okay here we GO

i personally feel, despite my love for the kinkier fics, that steve is pretty vanilla in bed. at least, until he’s exposed to something new by a partner? like i feel that he would be open to trying certain things with you because duh you’re you and he loves you and why wouldn’t he wanna try slightly freaky shit with you, but it’s not something he just thinks up himself if that makes sense? but that doesn’t mean he can’t rock your world, let’s be 100% clear on that. this man eats pussy like it’s a five course meal and i will die on that hill. he’d get so into it, his eyes would close and he’d make soft little noises into you every time you pull on his hair UGH. you sitting on his face is probably his favorite thing you two have ever done because, honestly, suffocation between your thighs is a great way to go as far as he’s concerned.

also, it’s canon at this point that he’s hung right? did that originate from joe keery’s bulge in those tight ass vintage levi’s? probably, but it’s a steve thing now and i wholeheartedly agree with the fandom’s unanimous decision that he has unparalleled big dick energy. that being said, i also feel like he knows how to use it. a lot of well endowed guys aren’t that great because they’re like “oh i have big dick so sex with me is good already and i don’t need to do anything” but steve is a ladies man. he knows what he’s doing, and he doesn’t even need the buffer of kinks and shit to fuck you stupid. and he would be soooo cocky about it. i feel like he would be into degradation and dumbification a bit. he loves the fact that you are basically rendered useless when he’s fucking you open with his thick cock, caging you in with his arms by your head and cooing at you while the room is filled with the wet sound of him pounding into you. the filthiest he gets is whispering stuff like, “look at you. hardly even fucked you yet and you’re already a dumb little slut for me, huh?” like he can get nasty but i feel like it wouldn’t go far beyond dirty talk like that.

then there comes the hopeless romantic in him that cannot resist the opportunity to make love to you. i fully believe he is one of the people who seeks out that type of intimacy more often than the type in the paragraph above simply because he is so needy to be loved. his parents literally have never been in the show and never seem to care, he hasn’t had a steady girlfriend since nancy, and he doesn’t exactly get affection from other people in his life, so he would be absolutely insatiable with you.

his favorite kind of lovemaking is that slow, barely conscious morning sex when the two of you wake up right as the sun’s rising and he is faced with the realization of how much he loves you in those quiet moments. he’d be so sleepy, most of his weight would be let go if he’s on top of you, but you don’t even care because you’re caught on that hazy line between being asleep and awake as well, and the pleasure of him fucking you is heightened by it. it’d be full of sloppy kisses and heavy-lidded eye contact, both of your noses brushing with every deep thrust he makes into you. sometimes you’re on top though, and for those times he’ll just wrap his arms around your back to pull you down so you’re chest to chest while you do the work, albeit very lazily, and enjoy the sight of you. his favorite position for this lazy morning sex is when he’s spooning you tho. it happens the most often anyway, when he wakes up hard and naturally starts grinding into you from behind, which then escalates as normal. he’d keep a hand on your face to keep it turned for him to kiss your mouth and cheek though. just because he’s behind you doesn’t mean he won’t long to see your face and kiss you during.

i also feel like there would be a natural dominance to him that’s unrelated to any actual bdsm or dom/sub thing but rather his default disposition with you. he could definitely get down with being in a more submissive position sometimes and allow you to take care of/worship him—which would probably leave him with teary eyes by the end because of how overwhelming it is—but he gives me a lot of casually dominant energy. he loves sneaking into your bedroom in the middle of the night and fucking you with a hand over your mouth right across the hall from where your parents are sleeping, whispering to you that you have to be quiet and good. he also loves manhandling you, it turns him on unlike anything else to just toss you down on his bed and rip your clothes off because he can hardly wait to be inside of you. it’s also little sfw things like knowing what you like from your favorite take out place so he just orders for you or stopping to tie your shoe when it comes undone because he just loves taking care of his girl in the most innocent ways as well as a sexually.

he has a breeding kink by the way. it’s not something he acknowledges as a kink officially or even fully realizes, but considering that the man wants six children in canon, i feel like the idea of getting you pregnant, or even just coming inside of you whether or not you’re on a contraceptive, definitely gets him going. and if you are pregnant eventually once/if you two decide it’s what you want, forget about it. my god, he would be on you all the time. he’d love having you ride him with your breasts bouncing and a bit fuller from the hormones, your belly protruding with a bump as an undeniable piece of evidence that you’re his. it just checks all the boxes for him. i also believe that his chivalrous behavior would increase tenfold when you’re pregnant. in the later months, you physically cannot tie your shoes so he is right there to help you. he’s always extending his hand to hold while you walk, walking with his body closest to the street and yours closer to where it’s safer, and in general being even more of a simp than usual. if you thought he was a gentleman before, when he knows his baby is inside of you, he’s literally trying to do anything and everything he can for you.

now don’t even get me started on him as a dad. this has gone on long enough.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #fem reader

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morwap · 1 year

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❆ KINKMAS - DAY 3 ❆

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Toxic relationship bc duh its tom fucking riddle,lord kink, hair pulling

Tom told you this was a reward, a reward for being so loyal even though everyone at this time was loyal to him but here you were getting special treatment which did inflate your ego, because this could’ve bellatrix under him but it wasn’t, it was you.

But tom was never the type of person to go down on someone, and if someone had asked if he did he would probably scoff with a cringed face, so maybe this was him proving his loyalty to you. You two were never official but everyone knew it, you knew once your relationship with tom hit a certain point that you could not see other people and he had no intrest in others, mainly focusing on his plans and when he needed you or did want your company that was it, he didn’t seek in it others because you were so willing to give what you had.

Even though there was no “what are we” talk you trusted him because ever since bellatrix started blaintly flirting with him and everytime he would shut her down, not only that but you two shared a room which was shocking to you at first when he asked you to stay in his dorm because you knew tom liked his privacy.

Tom’s fingers pressed into your skin harshly, his tongue going over your clit with speed, he was so into it and it shocked you.

You moaned loudly, you wanted to put on a show for him so it made him feel good even though he was doing a great job, you always thats what he liked about having sex with you, you were expressive even if you didn’t say anything or played it up for him.

Grabbing the sheets with one fist and the other hand going down to his hair as you arched your back while moaning swear words. You pulled on his hair, which you didn’t mean to do it just happened in the moment, you retracted your hand and his tongue slowed.

“Please don’t stop, my lord, please” you begged, tom’s hand reached to your hand and brought it back to his hair, keeping his hand on your wrist as his tongue started to get faster. Sometimes he would kiss your clit then go to sucking then go to licking rapidly.

Your fingers tangled in his hair since thats what he wanted, you looked down from time to time to see him and it just turned you on more, you had Tom Riddle on his knees with your legs over his shoulder while he ate your cunt like a starved man and it was all his idea, his own thought. You just wish bellatrix would walk in and catch you two like this, show her something she won’t have.

@percy-the-hufflepuff @mimsfaerie @whistle1whistle

#morwaps—𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 #kinkmas 2022 #kinkmas #tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle smut #tom riddle x reader smut #riddle era #tom riddle era #tom marvolo riddle #tom riddle x you #tom riddle x y/n #lord voldemord

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hystixia · 9 months

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THE PERFECT GIRL.

SUMMARY 、HE WAS GOING TO ENJOY DEFILING AND RUINING YOU. YOU WOULD BE HIS FAVORITE KILL YET.

FEATURING 、JEFF MASON X F!READER

WARNINGS 、IMPLIED VIRGIN!JEFF (DUH), NONCON, SNUFF, (HEAVY) GORE, BLOOD, DEATH, MENTIONS OF STALKING, MANHANDLING, MARKING/CUTTING, SCARIFICATION, BLOOD KINK, DEGRADATION, SLIGHT PRAISE, POSSESSIVENESS, OBSESSIVENESS, DACRYPHILIA, CREAMPIE

NOTES 、i’m so sorry about this one . . .

It was mesmerizing, just how oblivious you were to the figure standing in your doorway as you listened to music through your headphones and scrolled through social media on your phone while laying on your bed that looked so soft you could compare it to a cloud in the sky above. He felt like he was stuck in place, eyes unblinking and watching you with primal desire as he breaths heavily. Of course you didn’t know he was there. You weren’t even the slightest bit aware that your parents were dead either were you? Too busy laying there in your own little world and looking so fuckin’ pretty. He wanted to tear you apart and crawl inside of you, he wanted to know how warm your slippery insides would feel in his hands.

You hum along to whatever song you were listening to, laying on your stomach and facing away from him. The way your shorts hugged the swell of your ass rather tightly had his hands twitching by his sides as he watched you. He’d never gotten this close to you before, hell, you probably didn’t even know he existed. Oh, but now you would though.

He’d be the last face you ever saw.

You flip onto your back, looking at your phone until your eyes catch a glimpse of the dark figure that was way too close for your own comfort. You yelp loudly in surprise, jumping and pushing yourself away from him until your back hits the headboard of your bed with a soft rattle against the wall. You stare at him, shocked until it morphs and churns into full blown horror as you took in the sight of his entire appearance.

“W-who are you?” You whisper out in a shaky voice, body trembling with newfound fear as your eyes glassed over with tears. God he liked that look on you.

His knees touch the edge of your bed as he keeps on staring with that crazed look in his eyes. He’s breathing so heavily you’d think he had ran for miles but it’s eerie how slow each deep breath actually is. It reminds you of what you think a stalker would sound like while watching the person they’re obsessed with. The mere thought he feels that way towards you makes your skin crawl.

He chuckles and you don’t like the manic edge to it. “Jeff.” He says. His voice instills fear deep in your body and mind as you practically cling to the headboard behind yourself. “I thought you’d remember me from school,” He laughs afterwards, a crazed lilt to it and he lets out a shaky sigh as he truly takes in the sight of you and allows it to sink deep into his memory, etching and weaving its way into his mind damn near permanently.

He hunches over a bit, knife in hand as he eyes you like a starved animal. Your bottom lip quivers as your glassy eyes focus on his face before you glance past him at the open doorway and call out in a shaky voice, “M-mom?! Dad..?! P-please!” But you don’t hear urgent coupled footsteps or frantic voices of your parents coming to miraculously save you. The only thing you hear is that spine chilling laugh the psycho in front of you lets out at your pathetic cries for help.

“They’re already dead, angel.” He grins widely, open cuts in his cheeks twisting and morphing into a much sinister smile on his monstrous face than before but his tone is flat as if it were common knowledge of what he was saying to you. He somehow looked even more crazed than before suddenly and it terrified you.

The reality of your situation seeps into your bones, spreading throughout your entire body and system until all that’s left in your reeling mind to logically do in this horrific scenario is to plead for your life to be spared.

“Please d-don’t hurt me..” You beg, voice trembling as you give him a helpless and weak look that has his jaw clenching and his heart thumping with excitement.

“Oh, but you’d look so much better with a few cuts, doll.” He replies and the room grows silent for half a second before he lunges over the bed at you and you scream. The shriek from your vocal cords pierces his ears and he feels like they’ve popped from the shrill noise as his hands grab onto one of your legs and he pulls you toward him as he tries to stand upward at the foot of your bed again.

You scream and cry, kicking your legs out and you manage to land a blow on his stomach making his grip on your ankle loosen as he winces in discomfort but it’s all the room you need to wriggle free and stumble off the bed as he staggers a bit. You sob loudly, arms outstretched to grab at your doorway like invisible hands were there to protect you from harm as you try to make a run for it, but a pair of strong arms wrap around your middle preventing you from escaping.

He struggles to hold you for a few moments as you flail around and try everything you could think of to get away but you were merely tiring yourself out and making no progress. You heave quick and shaky breaths, crying and begging for your life as he squeezes you back into his chest where you feel the warm liquid of blood stain against your own tank top. You felt disgust and terrified, digging your fingernails into his hand and arm in an attempt to make him let go. All it does is make your situation worse.

“Stop fuckin’— shit, quit struggling so damn much.” He snaps, shaking you so roughly your brain is spinning around and bouncing off the walls of your skull before you find yourself pressed down into your mattress as you stare up at the ceiling of your bedroom in a small daze. Until his face, his horrible face comes into view above you and he laughs maniacally as he keeps you pinned to the bed.

“Get off of me!” You scream out in a shriek of fear, eyes glassy with tears and he growls at you as he grips you tighter and more painfully as if he was trying to rip your skin off of you.

“Don’t you dare tell me what to fuckin’ do.” He hisses out, body practically trembling with rage before he’s taking the bloodied knife in his hand and leaving a long cut down your shirt before ripping it off of your front so your torso was exposed to him. He grins at the lacy bra you wore and his eyes meet yours. “Wearin’ this for me? What a little slut.” He cuts a line across your chest in an instant and you cry out at the sting of pain that blooms in his knife’s wake.

He groans as you cry and whimper in pain before straddling you and pushing his weight down onto your lower body as his free hand keeps your hands pinned above your body. “Scream real nice an’ loud. I want the entire neighborhood to hear.” He chuckles before digging the blade into your chest, carving into it with a agonizing swipe. Your eyes are bloodshot at this point as you scream out and beg him to stop while you try to kick and flail around under his weight to get free from his vice-like grip. He carves what feels like shapes into your chest as you heave breaths and he eventually stops with a shaky and excited sigh.

“Now you’re really mine, heh.” He smiles, those carved and jagged lines in his cheeks opening impossibly wider as he breaths heavily while staring down at the bloody mess on your chest.

You blink through tears and lift your head enough to see the upside down sight of the name Jeff carved into you and you let your head fall back with another heartbreaking sob.

“Please, stop.. s-stop it..!” You beg helplessly with hiccuped cries but it only fuels his dark desires more as he moves lower down your body and after situating your legs on either sides of him, he rips the material of your shorts and the white lacy panties he sees that match your bra makes him swallow thickly.

“You wanted this didn’t you? You fuckin’ slut.” He breathes out, convinced that you did this for such a special occasion as your own looming death.

“N-no I didn’t!” You stutter, crying and trembling as you stare at him with wide eyes swallowed up in fear.

“Don’t fuckin’ lie to me.” He seethes, eyeing the rather transparent material of the lace set before tilting his head slightly and giving you a crazed look that makes your blood run cold. “Ready for the fun part?”

“What—“ Your words are cut off by a blood curdling scream that’s ripped from you as he dives the knife into your stomach with a manic laugh before slicing it open and watching the blood pour from the large wound. You kick your legs and your body twitches and writhes in pain as your bloodshot eyes look down in horror at your own guts on display.

“Holy fuckin’ shit,” He cackles, pulling the knife from the wound and slicing it along various parts of your torso and arms with occasional grunts as he pushes the weapon into you. He laughs like an obsessed madman as he drives the knife into your skin and warm red liquid seeps into your pearly white sheets forever stained with your blood now. The color oozes from your entire being as you scream out in a scratchy voice and beg for help that no one out there could offer you even if they tried. He hums, tracing his hands over the deep and shallow marks he’d left along your arms. “look at all these fuckin’ cuts.” He practically groans out and it makes your stomach churn with disgust.

You choke on a gasp as your own blood shoots up into your mouth and he tugs on your panties with his bloody hands, pulling them to the side and hastily fiddling with his slacks until he gets his cock free and he grins. You weakly raise a hand up and toward him but he nudges it back down to rest against the bed as he pushes his tip against your pussy lips with a tremble of excitement. “Oh, doll, just lie there and take it.” He hums before thrusting into you and you let out a choked yelp of pain at the harsh intrusion. His eyes are locked onto the sight of your torn open stomach and the intestines that lied away inside of you, threatening to spill out at any moment.

He sets up a rough pace, groaning and grunting as he ruts into you and your eyes flutter shut a few times. He growls, slapping your face and leaving a faint bloody smear of his handprint on your cheek as he snaps his hips into yours. “Hey, keep your eyes open, angel, c’mon.” You’re forced to stay awake, struggling to stay conscious as you wheeze a shaky breath, unable to feel anything but excruciating pain as you sob out once more.

“Uhuh, j’st like that, look at me, pretty.” He says lowly, the blood smearing along your body as you rock with each rough rut into your heat that grows slick to ease the painful burn that’s buried between your legs and to accommodate to his brutal force.

Your vision is falling in and out as you look at him looming over you. You can feel your own organs sloshing around with each thrust and you fucking hated it. It made your skin crawl and your head spin with nausea.

“S-shit, ‘s so much blood—“ He clenches his jaw tight, pace growing sloppy as he reaches for the large opening in your stomach and pulls out your intestines as you cry out and choke on your own blood again. You can no longer form words as your face contorts in terrible discomfort, your body tensing up in pain as you watch with horror as he tugs your guts out and lets them splay out on your bed before his hips stutter and he ruts into you faster, letting out a string of curses as he grips your hips, hands slick with your blood.

“Fuckk, gonna fill you up, ruin this fuckin’ cunt.” He spews out in a hiss, it’s hard to tell if you’re clenching around him him because you’re turned on or because of the pain but he’d like to think it’s a mix of both. “You’re fuckin’ mine— heh, dirty fuckin’ bitch.” He lets out a string of curses as his cock twitches against your gummy walls and shortly after his cum shoots out in thick, hot spurts as he sighs with a drawn out groan. Your body is unmoving however and the last thing you felt before truly fading was that uncomfortable fullness as he emptied into you. Your body lies limp and as he sees your fogged over eyes staring back at him he throws his head back with a breathy laugh.

He pulls out, watching the cum ooze from your gaping pussy before fixing your lacy panties, now stained red with his fingerprints to keep the creamy essence in before taking his knife and carving his name into you again only this time he does it into your inner thigh. You don’t move, not a sound nor a single twitch comes from your body as he leaves his name on various parts of you and he cackles to himself as he takes in the gory sight of your used body completely covered in different carvings of his name as a sign that you belonged to him.

He stares in awe, wiping a stray tear off your face and leaving a smear of blood in its place. “You’ve always been fuckin’ pretty, huh?” He sloppily presses his lips against yours, moving against them with inexperience as he groans quietly before pulling back with a wide smile.

He plops down beside you, chest heaving up and down with heavy breaths as he stares at your fogged over eyes that had looked his way a handful of times since he had first moved to Forest Lawn. He sighs almost dreamily, listening to the ooze and squelch of your own blood seeping out of you in multiple areas along your figure as he relaxes beside your limp body and he lets his thoughts roam to play his actions on loop so he’d always remember this special moment you finally shared with him.

One sight he’d never forget is your face, damp with fresh tears and full of fear because of him and only him.

The oh so very recent memory and image still fresh in his mind makes him feel almost… free.

#jeff the killer x reader #jeff mason x reader #jeff the killer #jeff the killer smut #the morgue files #jeff the killer x you #jeff the killer x y/n #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta #creepypasta x female reader #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta smut #creepypasta x you

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nicknelsonstransbf · 2 years

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Touch Starved Bucky 🤤

Warning; sort of smutty (at the end, cut off is given)

Includes; Bucky x gn!Reader, touch starved bucky (duh), fluff, tooth rotting fluff, i for cavities from so much fluff omg, cuddling, PDA, the whole lot

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Now we all know Bucky was a ladies man in the 40’s

But after Hydra he’s scared he’ll hurt someone

And he would never (EVER) hurt his lover

At first he’s too scared to even hold his lovers hand

He’d always keep you away from his left side (unless it’s the sidewalk rule ofc, which he follows bc i mean, it’s Bucky)

Eventually you could convince him that you need the physical intimacy

Even non-sexual

ESPECIALLY NON-SEXUAL

He’d start off with hand holding

And that would lead to more kissing

Pecks on the lips, cheeks, and even the neck and shoulders if they’re exposed

But only in private.

You are his after all

And besides, why would he want to put on a show for anyone but you?

The kisses would lead to cuddling

When Bucky realizes he really enjoys this he asks for it more often.

It starts off as every few days, when you watch a movie

Then every other day

Then almost every day when he’s not out on a mission

As much as he loves giving affection, he love love loves reviving even more

Kissing him on the cheek when he’s talking about something will make his face hot and he’ll stumble on his words a bit

Hugging him, from behind especially, when he’s doing something makes him melt like putty in your hands

At some point he’d let you see and use his metal arm

At first he’s scared

But when you kiss him on the cheek and hold the cold metal fingers in your warm flesh, he almost starts to shake with happiness

He’d get comfortable enough to kiss you in front of people

He would almost always be holding you in public

Falling asleep with him ends up in one of four cuddle positions

Him being big spoon

You being big spoon

Your head on his chest

Just curled up and tangled i to eachother

He doesn’t have a preference, because he just likes to know you’re there

After long or hard days he’ll just walk up and wrap his arms around you, burying his head into your neck.

When you ask what’s wrong he’ll mutter

“Hate work. Just hug.”

Before pulling you closer.

If he has nightmares he always looks for you

One too many times have you gotten up to pee or get water in the middle of the night and you come back to Bucky frantically looking for you in bed.

“There you are!”

It’s sad but it’s sweet in a way.

If you’re in public for too long, the second you get home he pulls you into a hug.

He doesn’t care if there’s ice cream on the counter that melting, he just wants to hug you for a few more seconds…. or minutes…

He hates when you’re mad at him

But if you’re angry enough that you want to sleep on the couch, or want him to, he’ll beg you not to (or to not make him)

He hates sleeping without you

It’s hard enough on missions

Don’t make him do it at home too!

In the end Bucky just loves holding his lover, no matter what.

NSFW TIME

He loves to hold hands when you have sex

Forehead kisses before, during, and after are a must (for both of you)

You sitting on his lap makes him feral (DO NOT DO THIS IN PUBLIC OR IF YOU WANT TO WALK TOMORROW LMAO)

Aftercare will always include cuddles

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I love this head-canon so much, I love thinking about it too. I might write an actual story about it but i’m not sure. Anyways I love soft Bucky <3

#bucky barnes #bucky x you #some smut #soft bucky #marvel #head canon #preferences #touch starved #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #gn!reader #pda #cuddles #cuddling

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lofitofi · 4 months

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Angelic…

Designer!Mitsuya x VSAngel!Fem!reader

Sypnosis: Mitsuya seeing you modeling as a Victoria Secret Angel. TW!: slightly suggestive, mentions of starvation, groping(if you squint).

You and Mitsuya have always been really close friends, ever since you were his muse in middle school. Parting ways after high school, you soon reconnected at a show you were modeling for. He then offered you a spot as a model for his clothing line and you happily accepted, grateful to be working with an old friend of yours.

Time: 3:54 a.m

“ugh..” Mitsuya groaned in annoyance realizing how late it was. He’s spent the whole day brainstorming a new design to spice up his store. Mitsuya Designs hasn’t been doing great lately and the lilac haired boy wanted to try something different, hoping that his brand would be alive again.

“what’s something that will have everyone talking…” Mitsuya spoke to himself, questioning what would look good on you. He’s never thought of you romantically or sexually, but the thought of you in lingerie made his face red and his pants tight. Though he’d never put you in a position that made you uncomfortable, he wondered if you’d actually want to model half-naked, recalling you as being the “daring” type. “it wouldn’t hurt to ask” he thought to himself. Time: 5:02 a.m

“shit.” Mitsuya quickly organized his desk and got into bed, checking his phone after noticing a few messages from you.

Y/n 😁

y/n: takaaaaa come by and watch my show this weekend!

*invitation pic*

there’s gonna be an after party at *famous bar in Tokyo*, I already told everyone you’d be my plus one so don’t even try to cancel on me 🤗

Mitsuya: Wow can’t believe your modeling for another brand

#fake

but yeah I’ll be there 🙄 I need some ideas for my designs anyways 😛

Mitsuya laughed at how you basically told everyone he was your date. After putting the date and address on his calendar, he fell asleep excited to see you.

Time skip: Saturday, 5:25 p.m

Mitsuya had been waiting for you to make an appearance on stage for the past 2 hours. He didn’t know much about this “Victoria Secret” brand but was surprised realizing how many people came to the show. They had Atleast 100 models styling the brands new launch of pajama sets; Mitsuya soon figured out that plaid booty shorts and thin tank tops is what’s popular at the moment. The boy found it boring, not understanding why so many people came to see girls in cheap pjs and soon fell asleep on his chair, waiting on your arrival.

Y/n’s POV

“Damn, I look hot as fuck right now. Cutting on the donuts was worth it.” You laughed, as you checked yourself out in the mirror. “Girl, aren’t donuts your fav!? How did you have the willpower to stay away from them?” Adriana (LIMA 😍), a famous model / coworker of yours asked as she fidgeted with her outfit, getting it in the perfect place. “She starved herself, duh! It’s what we all do when we’re getting ready for a fashion show” Alessandra (AMBROSIO 😘) , another fellow model and coworker of yours replied for you. “Omg, your ass looks so good today!” Elsa (HOSK 🤭) yelled as she grabbed and squeezed it in shocked and girly tone. “Girl, it was the Pilates 🤪 we should go together one dayyy” “YESSS” she replied excitingly.

“I wonder how Mitsuya is gonna react to seeing me like this.. it’s a good think I invited him” you thought to yourself and giggled softly about how this would affect your friendship with him. You started thinking of Mitsuya romantically ever since middle school, when you were his muse. You never confessed your feelings to him though, chickening out at the thought of him not liking you like that and only seeing you as a sister. Sometimes, you were glad you didn’t ask him out after noticing his type was the total opposite of you. But then again… maybe that’s why none of those girls and him worked out. 😉

And now, ladies and gentlemen, the moment you’ve all been waiting for… our Victoria Secret Angels!!!

The announcer of the show yelled, startling Mitsuya into waking him up. He rubbed his eyes only to see a girl in a skimpy low cut one piece leotard with a mesh middle, exposing her stomach, walk up to the front of the runway, causing the crowd to go wild in cheer and applause. “what the..!?” Mitsuya thought to himself as he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He thought this Victoria Secret brand was a lame pajama store. Oh how wrong he was…

The next “angel” came out in a short lacey nighttime dress. She then bent over slightly to reveal the new line of garters and stockings they were selling. Mitsuya’s face went hot at the thought of you doing the same. The lilac haired boy was a little surprised that the store was designed to sell lingerie, but what made him shocked was the variety of the most famous models in the world! These girls were millionaires and were all in the top 100 hottest girls globally. Now is when he realized how much he underestimated you.

About 25 angels came out showing off their lingerie pieces to support the “sex in the city” inspired line. Considering there’s only 25 angels, Mitsuya contemplated how hard you have to work to be one of them.

And last but not least… y/n l/n!

Mitsuya’s heart sank as he heard the announcer call your name. The boy went wide eyed as he saw you walk out in a milk white brassiere, thong, and angel wings. The lingerie accentuated your curves and your 6-inch heels graced the floor with a clacking noise every time you took a step. Your catwalk was perfect. Your hips swayed and your toned stomach looked amazing with a Diamond belly button piercing hanging from it. Mitsuya was mesmerized by your beauty, and so was everyone else. He snapped out of his spellbound state and winced at the sound of everyone clapping and yelling. A tsk came out of the boy as the group of men sitting next to him were doing the “whistle”. Creeps. No wonder a bunch of nobodies got VIP front row tickets…

Mitsuya looked back over to you and couldn’t help but stare at your plump breasts as they jumped when you walked and how they were about to spill out of your tight corset/bra. “How can you even breathe in that!?” He thought to himself. All of this was too much for him and he was thinking of running to the bathroom to fix the problem between his legs, but he just couldn’t force himself to look away from you.

Y/n POV

As you make your way to the front of the stage, you notice Mitsuya sitting in the chair right in front of you. You can’t help but look down at him and wink when you see him in a hot and bothered state. Your hair was flowy, your makeup was flawless, and your confidence was higher than the roof at the moment. You subconsciously turned around and did a hair flip as you showed off your perky ass in a velvet thong. You glance at Mitsuya to make sure his eyes are on you the whole time and he looks like he’s about to faint on the spot. You smile at that. You walk away, butt bouncing as you turn around to face the crowd one more time and wave smiling. You know what they say, they save the best for last 💋.

Mitsuya’s POV

Mitsuya had never seen you look so… amazing before. You truly were angelic. His hard-on was painful and he was excited to see you at the after party, wondering if anything would happen. Well… atleast he now knows that you’ll model his new lingerie line next.

angelic… part 2 coming soon!

The After Party ->

#mitsuya takashi #mitsuya x reader #mitsuya smut #tokyo revengers mitsuya #tokyo revengers #mitsuya x y/n #mitsuya x you #mitsuya

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igotanidea · 3 months

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Specter: Jason Todd x ghost!reader (pt 1)

Warnings: death of reader (duh!), death and resurrection of the other main character, angst

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She was his best friend.

His only friend.

More than his friend.

Knowing each other since they were kids running loose on the streets of Gotham forced to tend to themselves.

He chuckled at the memory of their first meeting.

Fighting over few apples and a half loaf of bread she managed to rim from some man while batting her elalashes and making innocent face of a street-starving girl.

Well, she was a street starving girl, but as far away from innocent as they come, of which fact Jason was almost brutally made aware upon trying to steal some of it from her. Gaining a bruised eye and a scratch that left a tiny scar on his arm instead.

A well-deserved scar, cause even after all those years he was mentally cringing at the memory he was actually trying to rob a girl his age of food. Terrible thought. In his defence, he was starving himself.

Fortunately, they somehow came to an agreement and since then, there was always someone to care for and who could take care of them by their side.

Y/N and Jason.

Together even when not.

Inseparable even after that batmobil-tires accident, cause there was no way in hell Jason would start living with the Bruce Wayne and left his best only friend behind.

Nah.

So would anyone be surprised that after a while they actually started falling in love? Or maybe they were in love from the beggining since the apples but never noticed?

The point however stood, obvious to everyone but those two donkey level stubborn young adults.

So apart from a few stolen kisses, helluva blushing, talking through the nights, secret awkward hugs and one attempt at intimacy, nothing—

Ok, you know what scratch that last sentence. A LOT has happened in the span of a few weeks. And it brought them significantly closer. Hoping for more and actually trying to work towards more.

So when Jason, at the mature age of 16 went for another Batman-related mission, he pecked her lips and promised to have the real talk about their future when he gets back.

Spoiler alert: He never did.

And when Batman walked to the Batcave with no Robin to follow him and broke the news it was like Y/N’s heart was gone with Jason’s life.

Torn from her chest since at that moment it stopped beating and everything lost its meaning.

She refused to eat, drink, talk and get up in the morning. Spending her days in isolation or sitting by his symbolical grave since the body was never found.

Withering her young life away at the graveyard.

No one ever told her the truth.

***

Miraculously Jason came back five years later. Completely different than a scrawny kid everyone used to know him. Raging terror upon Gotham for a while before actualy forming some kind of allegiance with the Bats. And at some point, the question had to be asked. And the hard truth had to be revealed.

„Where is Y/N?” he whispered, getting shy, gulit, regret and remorse filling him to the brim as he was searching through the entire manor in search for her.

A few saddened looks were exchanged between his siblings as those words rung in the air.

Oh, no.

„Where the hell is she?!” Jason yelled, ready to punch a wall, hit Dick in the face and beat the shit out of Bruce for keeping something from him.

„Jaybrird—„

„Do not fucking call me that Grayson! Where is my Y/N?!”

„No one told you—„

„She;s dead.” Damian muttered, unaware of the consequences of dropping such a bomb on his brother. „We burried her a year—„

Jason roared like a wounded animal, nearly making the glass in the window shutter.

„DEAD?!!”

„Jason—„

„STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!”

„I think you should-„

„YOU DON’T GET TO TELL ME WHAT I SHOULD BE DOING DICKHEAD!”

The rage creeping inside Jason’s head and heart was suffocating. Beating the post-Pit madness multiple times and seeming neverending. He panted and wailed, wanting to destroy something. Kill someone. Anyone, but preferably the one responsible for Y/N;s premature departure from the world. Set a fire to the manor. Break into the League of Assasin’s headquarters and let them kill him. For good this time. Crawl into the deepest darkest pit and die.

„Jason—„

„WHO DID THIS?!”

„It was—„

„I WANT A NAME!”

„We don’t-„

„I WANT THAT PERSON;S HEAD ON A STICK!”

No matter how hard Dick, Tim, Cass, Steph and Barbara tried to get to him (cause obviously Damian was just watching with curiosity), nothign worked.

„It was an accident.” Bruce muttered, finally joining the family allured by the screams.

„AN ACCIDENT?!”

„A car crash. She was just a pedestian, did nothing wrong. The driver was DUI.”

„SO WHAT?! YOU’RE A FUCKING BILLIONAIRE, YO COULDN’T HAVE PROVIDED HER WITH A GOOD FUCKING DOCTOR!?”

„She died instantly.”

„SHE—„ Jason’s voice broke, all the anger finally subsiding replaced by the pain. „She what- ?”

„I am sorry jason…”

„SHE WAS YOUR RESPONSIBLITY!”

„No, she was your resposibilty Jason. You were the one who befrended her, fell for her, brought her into this life. Should have known better.”

„SHUT UP!”

„She stayed here after you died instead of moving forward, unable to forget you.”

„SHUT THE FUCK UP!” it was impossible to listen to Bruce only fueling up the guilt and pain iside Jason’s heart.

„She—„

„Master Bruce.” Now Alfred came into the scene, preventing another blood bath that were bound to happen between a father and a son. ‘Perhaps we should give master Jason some space now. Miss Y/N’s death took a heavy toll on all of us, didn;t it?”

”Hm.”

„Come Jay. Upstairs.” Cass smiled at him to the best of her abilities „You need rest.”

Hazily he took a few steps forward but didn;t miss Bruce’s pained whisper and haunted expression.

„You’re not the only one who lost her…”

***

It’s been five years since then.

But now, as Jason was standing by her grave it all felt surreal.

Y/N Y/L/N, daughter, friend, prankster.

That last word was something she would laugh at.

But he was not.

Five years. The same amount he was gone, same amount for which she believed him to be dead, visiting his grave.

Did she feel all those feels he was dealing with right now?

Emptiness.

Numbness.

Anger.

And that pressuring what if-.

They could have been happy together. Working though their difficulties and becoming real. Maybe starting a family. Escaping all this shitty vigilantism life pushed them both into.

Destroying both of their lifes.

One cold six feet under, the other cold six feet inside.

„I miss you.” He whispered in the space, putting a buquet of flowers on the ground next to the ledger „You will forever be the one to haunt me.”

With that he turned around, walking away with head hung low and hands in the pockets of his jacket.

Getting back to his apartment.

In which she could have been with him if things were to work out differently.

part 2 : phantom

#jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd x you #red hood x you #jason todd x y/n #red hood x y/n #jason todd angst #red hood angst

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