#gullible!reader

[moochalove]

Bestest of Friends!(NSFW)

(pervert!Ayato x gullible!fem!reader)

Unfortunately I couldn’t form a single thought for part 3 of my Kazuha x Reader x Scara fic (i’m still cooking it up though so dw pookies☝️)

Iwhipped up this fic in a couple of hours…. I wanted to do more but it’s already so long!!

Anyways😋 ik i said gullible!reader but if you’re also perverted this can be seen as a reader who doesn’t stop his advances!

Not proofread!!

Word count: idk i should really check though! 🗣️

Being a friend of the Yashiro commissioner was something you hadn’t ever imagined. The Kamisato family was pristine, cunning, witty, and decisive. Their looks? You can’t even form the right words to describe them… Both of them are like porcelain dolls dressed in the finest silk clothing in all the land (although still below Her Excellency)

Sure, you were also pretty, but when you stand next to your good buddy Ayato, you just look like his helper… There have been times when you’ve been mistaken as his personal helper. Luckily Thoma was there to sort things out.

Ayato had approached you first. You had been smelling the flowers outside Komore tea house. The way you leaned over to smell the native bloom, with a delightful smile you pulled away from the flowers and accidentally bumped into the taller man’s chest.

Before you realized who it was you quickly apologized and tried running off. You did your best to avoid any social interaction, it always seemed like it caused more harm than good. (At least as the end result)

Something about you immediately grabbed Ayato’s attention, could it have been your silky/thick/bouncy/curly hair locks? The way your skin looked so soft (despite any texture it may have) oh, how he wished to caress it gently. He doesn’t even know your name and he’s already so far in love with you.

His purple-hued eyes watch your figure run further away, he should run after you but he’s still trying to process your enchanting body that has put him under a spell. It would be a shame if he were to let you go right now, sure, he can find you with the snap of his fingers, but he wants your official meeting to be something you’ll remember.

If only you knew that you had a practical prince running through the streets of Inazuma, knowing that would make drop to the ground out of shock, maybe even fear? Surely if someone so important were looking for you it’d mean you’ve done something wrong? The only thing Ayato would accuse you of being guilty of is being so pretty. (You guys have been in each other’s presence for about 45 seconds)

When he finally finds you you’re sitting on a bench, trembling and fidgeting with your hands. Perhaps you realized who he was and now you’re going through the motions of it all.

You immediately notice him and shoot up then offering up your seat. Oh how nice you were, your kindness knows no bounds, and surely goes the same for your love! Instead, he lets out a simple yet endearing laugh, “You offer me a seat despite it being rightfully yours, why so?” You’re fumbling with your outfit, avoiding eye contact, surely if you stay quiet he’ll leave you alone.

“Conversations usually involve two people, you know? Ah, perhaps it’s because of my status you’re hesitant to speak with me.”

Letting out a squeak you motion your hands in the hair before deciding to finally speak up. “I-I’m sorry. I just want sure if you were talking to me..”

Even the way he sits down is elegant and simple, “Who else would I be talking to? It seems you aren’t the most attentive person, hmmm I’ll make note of that..” He motions for you to sit next to him.

“I’m sorry I’m just not the most talkative person…” “Of course, anyone could notice that from a mile away.” he’s so blatant even he realizes he’s being insensitive by the way you curl in on yourself. “My apologies, I didn’t mean to be so rude. Let’s start over, I am Kamisato Ayato, although, like many Inazumans, I’m sure you already knew that.”

“I am L/n, L/n Y/n, It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Kamisato.” It would be an understatement to say you were nervous but you were nervous! What if you came off as rude or impolite? You’re not well-versed in all formalities.

His eyes never leave your e/c irises, the way his eyes devoured you should’ve set off a few alarms in your mind but they all seem to be mute.

“No need for the formalities, Y/n. I was actually hoping to converse with your normally, you know, like friends! I do hope you would be okay with becoming friends, hm?”

Every time someone had reached out to be your friend it always ended up with you crying alone. You’re not sure why people picked on you but you also couldn’t bear to fathom the idea of being alone forever. People are just misunderstood! If no one understands them then they’ll be all alone! That’s why you feel the need to accept anyone in your heart with open arms. No one should hurt like you have, so you just need to keep looking on the bright side of things! Eventually, it will get better, right?

Ayato isn’t dumb, he’s got a sharp-keen eye and he’s already picked up a few things about you! Isn’t that so romantic? He’s already making a list in his head about flowers that would surely embrace your sense of smell. Flowers that would adorn your h/c locks. Ah, that’s beside the point…The point is, you’re very gullible! And there’s nothing he loves more than an exploitable person. Especially one as cute/handsome as you!

The way he laces his voice with a subtle hint of yearning, the way he tilts his head innocently, even the way he quirks his eyebrow with a gentle smile plastered on his face… Were all calculated in his fucked up mind! Even if it’s all for show, he knows you’ve already made up your mind.

You’re quick to agree so, eyes sparkling with joy, admiration, and yearning. Compared to his cheap fraudulent smile; yours is genuine, an adoring yet pathetic smile.

He leans in for a hug but you back away, “Ah, my apologies. I hadn’t considered if you enjoyed physical contact. Please, forgive me.” Oh, he knew what he was doing. The way he feigned innocence in his voice made you feel guilty. At that time you weren’t too open to physical contact but had you considered how he was doing? Being in such a high position must be on another plane of stress. Before he fully pulled away from you, you leaned in and wrapped your arms under his. It was a little awkward at first for you but he seemed to melt into you and embrace you affectionately.

You guys would meet up every week at the Komore tea house, talking about your lives and discussing plans about things you wanted to do currently and in the future. Ayato would have never guessed someone like you would want to leave your homeland for another nation. The way you talked about the nation of wind so joyfully, or how you thought about wanting to potentially open your own shop in Liyue, maybe even embrace the life of a scholar once again in Sumeru, the idea of learning the arts which Fontaine had to offer didn’t sound too bad either, although the world is a dangerous place so why not train in Nathan for a couple of years, ah, but the idea of falling in love in the snow-filled capital of Snezhnaya also seem to captivate your blissfully troubled mind.

Ayato did not like those ideas one bit. He would rather drop dead or be publicly humiliated if it meant for you to stay by his side for eternity. The way you showed signs of maturity angered him just a little. He wanted you to stay “young” and innocent like a little toy doll he could control, yet here you were, getting help from professionals, forming healthy relationships and habits, you even had someone to call your lover, he can’t be bothered to remember their name right now but he knows for sure you deserve someone better (he’s referring to himself.)

His hugs have gotten tighter, and the way he wraps his toned arms around your waist doesn’t seem to drive a reaction out of you, or at least a voiced reaction.

He wants to go further.

The way his hand possessively tangles itself onto yours, interlocking his slim fingers to yours, comparing hand sizes, and the way he cups his face with your hand while placing a kiss onto the side of it does seem to get a reaction out of you. “Um… You good, Ayato?” “Of course my dear, ah, my apologies Y/n if I’ve offended you. I just assumed I was allowed to do this since we are friends.” He says all while smiling into your palm.

“Haha, of course, it just caught me off guard is all!” you’re no better, the way you cup his face with your other hand before rubbing his face like a dog. “Although, Dear, I would advise against you telling anyone about this. It’s something that stays between good friends, understand?” All too entranced by how soft and smooth his skin is you agree.

Over the span of a couple of weeks, the touches have gotten worse, he’s touching places that only lovers should touch. When he comes in for hugs he’s groping the plump of your ass and feeling up and down your hips. Or when he leans in from behind to hug you, he’s wrapping his arms around you possessively and gently nipping at your neck. At first, you seemed a little concerned but your good buddy Ayato reminds you that it’s what friends do! Just don’t go around doing it to your other friends because you can only do this with very special friends. (Such as himself)

It was all part of his plan to break and rebuild you the way he likes. Breaking you was all too easy, all it took was for him to truthfully admit how much he adores his sister and his butler/friend Thoma. You broke down into a sobbing mess admitting how you longed for a relationship like that, longing for someone to treat you nicely, that aching pain in your heart you wished would go away. And it did when he hugged you and whispered positive affirmations into your ear, when he wiped your tears and snot away with his silk robes that definitely cost more than you, it relit your shrunken burnt out heart, it was now burning brightly again, with nothing but admiration for the prince who swept you off your feet and brought you to safety. Or at least that’s how you saw it.

Rebuilding you was currently in the works, he needed you to be whipped and ready to accept whatever passed through his throat as the truth and nothing more. Even if you’ve matured a little that doesn’t mean he can break through your now rough and tough exterior, the inside still raw and soft; gullible. The thought that you might shun him and realize his toxic behavior was more stress-inducing than all his work combined. He didn’t want you to throw him away! Only he was allowed to do that. If you were to get boring he could throw you away and leave you broken just as he found you, and he would be okay with it. But he loved you too much to even dwell on the thought even more than he has.

It was supposed to be a fun dinner party with everyone, and you’re lover too, but when he saw you adorning an apron with some excessive whipped cream your lover had booped on your face he couldn’t control himself. His mind plagued him with perverted thoughts, immediately he stated that you both had some things to catch up on and that the others should set the kotatsu with the proper cutlery.

As per usual, he greets you with a hug. The only difference is that it’s from behind and he’s trying his best to be the romantic man he is at heart and is currently helping you whip the thick cream that would complement the cake you had prepared. His hand is much stronger than yours, making it easy to stir and flip the cream, his other hand is mounted on yours against the side of the bowl. Nothing is said…

You can feel something hard poking into your rear but you ignore it, maybe it was his belt.

Ayato’s breathing is starting to labor, he’s bucking his hips ever so slightly against you. You turn around to say something but he simply leans in to kiss you. His hands have long abandoned stirring, instead holding your wrists with a single hand while the other fondles/caresses your chest. He’s guiding you to the island in the center of the kitchen before he’s bending you over. Bulge rubbing between your clothed sex was an amazing experience, the bundle of nerves was being stimulated pleasantly, and your hole was squeezing tightly against nothing. Based on the wet spot forming on your bottoms he can tell you’re bound to come undone soon. Hands wrapped around your throat with slight pressure applied has you turned on even more, everything feels hot and heavy down there, and you can hear a subtle slick noise coming from below, ah how embarrassing! You’re even more pathetic when he abruptly stops, whimpering and grinding your ass against him, trying to create even more friction, “W-why’d you stop?” His grip tightens before he whispers in your ear, “They’re near, let’s pretend to have a nice normal conversation, after all, it’s been a while since we’ve last caught up, hm?” he releases his grip from your throat, hands moving around your hips before he’s rutting against your sex again at a faster speed.

“So, Y/n, how has life been treating you? I hear you’ve made some new friends!” the longer you don’t respond he’s gripping bruises into your hips, “A-ah- I’ve been well! It’s true I’ve been- oh my- I’ve been making new friends! I wish I could’ve invited them today but-“you're covering your mouth with your hands, eyes rolling up from the pleasure as the fat on your chest bounces with every thrust. “B-but I know how jealous you get when I’m not paying- paying attention to you! Haahh.. So maybe next time y-yeah?” the ‘yeah’ was a little high-pitched but nobody would really notice unless they were right there at the door. “Oh yes, you know how possessive I can be,” emphasizing the word he can tell you’re about ready to reach your peak, his pants have long since dropped and his thick length is poking through his boxers, rubbing up against your wet folds and clit he can feel through those annoying pants of yours. He wished to rip them off then and there but he surely didn’t want to embarrass you by having you walk the walk of shame to the bathroom with ripped pants and a dripping wet cunt in front of everyone.

So he opted to give you your present early, it would have been so satisfying to gift you a beautiful silk kimono (in your favorite color) in front of your lover. Oh, how he wanted you to embrace him tightly in front of everyone exclaiming ‘thank you’ over and over again, something that he would definitely savor for his private time.

“I actually got you something, Dear!“ You’re not sure how he was able to easily flip you over and have your back pressed against the island but you’re too busy taking shallow breaths to even say anything. Stretching his limbs over you to reach for a plain-looking box, he pulls said kimono out and unfolds it from its once neatly folded state. “Isn’t it beautiful? I had it tailored to your body so it should fit like a glove. I won’t stress you the details but it’s worth a lot so please, cherish it.” once he finishes speaking his tip is rubbing circles into your hot clit, he’s smacking it with his fat pink tip, chasing his own high while he fists the thick base of his cock. Your high hits you hard and you squeal ‘thank you’ over and over again with the occasional ‘it’s so so pretty’ and ‘I’ll cherish it forever’ You’re loud enough for everyone to hear and that thought alone has him cumming onto your clothed cunt. Since he’s feeling so happy about it all he hasn’t stopped rubbing against you, which causes you to be overstimulated and for him to rip another orgasm from you. “C-cumming-“ is all he can muster up as he leans into you. His cock spasms as he pumps it, his cum spills onto your wet overstimulated cunt.

It takes him a moment to regain his composure as he slowly pulls away and clean himself up. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes but he’s kissing them away whispering, “Let’s get you changed, you’re going to look stunning for them all.” All you can do is hum okay in response as he starts to undress you. Pulling something else out of the box it’s a beautiful lingerie set, in fact, the one you’ve been thinking about buying for a while now… Not dwelling too much on the thought you kiss the mole beneath his soft lips in reciprocation. Ayato isn’t too vocal but when you kiss him there he can’t help but whine as he leans back into you, “Dear, I wouldn’t recommend doing that, or at least not until we’re in my quarters~” you stifle a giggle, “Okay, okay, just help me get dressed!”

When you slide the door open everyone is shocked and amazed at how stunning you look. You no longer look like a personal helper! Maybe not an equivalent to the siblings yet, but you’re getting there! Your lover is quite enthralled with your look but is also as bitter because they were planning on buying you that. Ayato notices their expression and huffs his chest pridefully.

The dinner goes well and everyone is happily content with all the food and desserts! Occasionally Ayato will glance at you or place his hand on your thigh but nobody knows.

After all, it’s what friends do! Right?

#genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin x y/n #genshin smut #kinda angsty #gullible!reader #fem!reader #kamisato ayato #ayato x reader #ayato x fem!reader #genshin ayato #ayato smut

[soapyblubbles]

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pairings: prongsfoot x pureblood!reader

summary: sirius and james take it upon themselves to show you how to play a fun muggle game.

warnings: dubcon, drugging (aphrodisiac), power imbalance, threesome, degradation, praising, petting, dumbification, naive/gullible reader (reader doesn’t know much about muggle world which makes her naive in that sense.)

a/n: the way i never post what I say i will… this came to me as i was watching something where a group played truth or dare. anyways sorry for the abrupt ending..

“Are you sure this is how you play the game?”

James tuts, pushing you back into his chest and sloppily pecking your cheek. About three rounds ago, Sirius had dared you to sit on James lap and the curly haired boy has refused to let you up ever since.

“Of course princess, we’d know best wouldn't we?”

“I guess… It’s just- you guys keep making me go.” You frown when the both of them laugh.

“Hush now, puppy. It’s my turn.” Sirius, who’s sitting in nothing but his boxers (courtesy of James), gives you a menacing grin as he spins the empty bottle.

You wait with bated breath watching as the bottle lands in the empty spot to the right of him. Already you know what Sirius is going to say before he opens his mouth, his dark eyes locked onto you. “Truth or Dare?”

“No fair!” You whine slightly, fighting the urge to cross your arms. “That’s the third time in a row!” Every time the bottle landed in an empty space they’d claim it was your turn. Saying things like `well you could be sitting there if you weren’t in James lap’ and then, when you attempt to move off of his lap you are promptly stopped.

At this point, you’re just following along with whatever they say because you know they have more experience in muggle affairs than you do. But if you were being completely honest with yourself, this was starting to get a bit ridiculous.

Muggles are so weird.

“How many times do we have to explain this to you?” Sirius grumbles distractedly, rummaging through the pockets pulling out an unlit cigarette from the pocket of the discarded jeans next to him.

“Princess. We’ve already told you twice.” James scolds lightly. You frown. The weight of both their eyes boring into you makes you fiddle with the hem of your shorts unsurely, before ultimately, you decide to go with the safe route. “Truth.”

Instantly, Sirius' face twitches into a devilish smirk. “Is it true you’ve got nothing under your shorts?”

Your mouth falls open and instinctively, you try to cross your legs. James hands stop you before you can, squeezing your thighs gently. He rests his chin on your shoulder to peer at you expectantly, Sirius doing the same as he lets out a puff of thick smoke. “Well? You have to answer the question princess.”

“I- um..” You can’t answer. Can’t even think as James starts to knead your skin gently, traveling higher and higher the longer you take to answer.

James chuckles softly at the flustered look on your face. “I think the poor thing needs us to help her.” Before you can utter a single protest, Sirius is getting up, hovering over you while James uses his grip to place your legs around his thighs.

Sirius rests his muscled arm above you, trapping you between James and him while his other hand starts to play with the bow on the band of your shorts. “I guess I’ll just have to check for you.” You let out a slow breath, your eyes becoming lidded as his fingers trail lower and lower.

Without breaking eye contact, he hooks his fingers behind the flimsy material separating the two of you and lets the back of his knuckle drag lightly over your cunt. “None.” He whispers softly.

Your mouth opens in a slight pant.

Sirius revels in your attention, briefly flicking his eyes down to hum appreciatively. “Just as expected.”

As quickly as it happened it’s over, Sirius goes back to his spot across from you and James lets your legs close with a simple movement of his hands. The only sign that anything happened at all is the uncomfortable feeling between your legs.

“My turn.” James grabs your chin and turns it towards him. He whispers your name gently. “Truth or dare.”

You blink, not even noticing that he didn’t even spin the bottle this time. “T-Truth.”

They both shake their heads in exasperation.

“You can’t pick truth twice in a row, puppy. Everyone knows that.” Sirius rolls his eyes, looking bored.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” Sirius mocks. He huffs when he sees the way you pull your lip between your teeth. “Don’t start crying on us now puppy, aren’t you supposed to be a big girl?”

James tisks. “Pads, don't be mean to the little thing. She doesn’t know any better.” He rubs your hip reassuringly and you relax in his embrace, basking in the comfort he supplies.

“Fine, just hurry it up then.” Sirius mutters, rolling his eyes.

“I dare you to…” James trails off, humming in contemplation. From behind you, he shares a sly smirk with Sirius as a sudden thought comes to both of them. “I dare you to drink a glass of whatever we choose.”

In an instant, your questioning voice meets their ears. “Why-“

“Ah-ah. Them's the rules pup.” Sirius quickly interrupts. “You either do it or get punished.”

James bows his head down until he’s close to your ear, “Which will it be, honey?”

“I think I’ll just drink.” You whisper.

“Good girl.” He kisses the side of your mouth, lingering a second too long before he sits back, smiling smugly at the bashful smile you give in return.

Sirius reaches for one of the bottles by the end of his bed, hiding the label from you before you can read it. “No cheating.” He raises a brow and nearly empties all of the contents as he fills your cup to the brim.

He saunters over to you and James, and suddenly you’re aware of his bare chest. His toned abs that're still on full display. You look away as he stands in front of you, heat rising to your cheeks at his brazeness.

“Drink up.” Sirius lifts the glass for you, swatting away your hands when you try to take it from him.

The drink is thick, and sickeningly sweet. It coats your tongue in honeyed goodness as it slides down your throat to settle in your gut. Beads of the addicting ambrosia dribble down the side of your mouth and before you can move to wipe it away, James is there. Licking up your neck in a tantalizingly slow manner, savoring every bit of the sugary droplets he can.

You’re not even halfway through the glass before you start to feel it. Your whole body starts to get warmer and you try to push it away, head falling back on James shoulder. “What’s happenin’ to me?” The words are slurred as they tumble out of your mouth and a sudden burst of heat, then pain shoots straight to your core.

You moan, hips bucking up of their own volition. “Hurts so bad.”

“What hurts, puppy?” It’s Sirius who speaks up first. Staring at you in a way that makes your stomach twist violently.

“My-My..” Tears spring to your eyes as words seem to fail you.

James hushes you softly, pushing away a stray piece of hair that falls into your face, and tucking it behind your ear.

“What do you need, baby?” He asks kindly.

“Need you to touch me.” Your skin burns and somehow you know that the two of them touching you will make it go away. When neither immediately moves to do so you whine, crawling out of James’ lap so you can face him.

“Please, please, please…” You’re practically in tears, clutching at James’ sleeve and desperately trying to get him to touch you.

James coos, lips forming a soft pout. “I would, but you haven’t finished your dare yet.”

You quickly straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your foreheads together. “Please Jamie. Please? I’ll be so good. So good for you…” You trail off, muttering to yourself as you start peppering kisses along the side of his neck in attempt to persuade him.

James lets out a quick breath, eyes darting to Sirius. You barely notice, continuing to mumble sweet nothings in his ear.

“Suppose, we can make an exception, huh Prongs?”

James lets out a breath of relief, tapping your sides. “Have’to take your shirt off first, okay honey?” He lets out a strained groan, hands coming to your waist to stop you from where you unknowingly started grinding on his already hard bulge.

Frantically, you rip off the offending material, grabbing James palms and placing them on your bare chest.

“Fuck.” He lets out a broken whisper, leaning forward to catch your nipple in his mouth. He sucks harshly and you mewl, hips starting back up again now that James’ firm grip can’t stop you.

Sirius’ voice pierces through the haze that seems to have been placed over the two of you. “No bra either? You really are desperate.”

He threads his hands in your hair and tugs on it harshly. A moan tears its way out of your mouth before you can stop it.

“What do you want?”

“You.”

His dark eyes narrow. “Just me?”

You shake your head as much as you can, pulling James closer to your chest. “Jamie too.”

#hunnie writes ☀︎ #dark hunnie ☾ #sirius black #james potter #james potter x reader #sirius black x reader #fratboy james potter #fratboy sirius black #pureblood!reader #gullible!reader #sirius black smut #sirius black blurb #sirius black fic #sirius black one shot #james potter smut #james potter blurb #james potter fic #james potter one shot

[q1ngqve]

Your Fox!Aventurine gave me brainrot…. Might I ask for more head canons for Fox!Aventurine and Bunny!Reader? Thanks!

i am always ready to serve! 🤭

CW; fem! bunny! hybrid reader, fox! hybrid aventurine, pet name (bunny), yandere, pervert?, breeding (mentioned briefly), overstimulation, oral (receiving)

fox! aventurine is even more of a tease than his human form, he just loves your reactions whenever he says / does something flirty

absolutely adores the way your eyes dart away from his each time he calls you “little bunny”! he just wants to lock you up and keep you to himself, he’s definitely a yandere if i do say so myself

fox! aventurine is such a pervert :( stalks and follows you everywhere, making sure to leave something behind to let you know that he’s watching <3 you’d often find your clothes / undergarments missing from your hamper, thinking you probably misplaced them

he is obsessed with you! like this man is seriously down bad for you, tell him to do anything and he’ll listen with the biggest smile on his face 🤭 but don’t be fooled his kind demeanor, he is a fox after all, and you’re a just his prey

fox! aventurine loves loves LOVES to tug at your sensitive ears! especially when he fucks you from behind, where he can see your ass, your fluffy tail, and the way your ears twitch every time he thrusts into you

he goes so hard that your legs give out on you, your body collapsing weakly onto the mattress with your hips still in the air, supported by his hands. you’re not going anywhere, not until he’s satisfied and you’re pumped full of his cum :(

fox! aventurine just couldn’t control his instinct to breed you full, his sex drive is so high he can go on for hours on end, fucking into you again and again, doesn’t care if you’re sobbing and trembling beneath him, pawing at the mattress as you beg him to stop. it’s just too much! you’re so so sensitive, and it’s all because of him

he’s not done though, overstimulating you with his dick is just round 1! round 2 begins when he decides he needs to taste you because you just smell so sweet 😵‍💫 your cunt is just so warm and inviting, he just has to make you come undone on his tongue :(

“i know it hurts, bunny, i know. just one more for me, okay?”

#omg he’d also say things like #hasn’t anyone told you that you shouldn’t trust foxes? #and you’re just this innocent girl who tells him #but you’re different :( #OR #you tell him to not look down on bunnies #we’re not as gullible as you think we are 😋 #animal hybrids!!!!! #🀥 lan’s writings! #☃︎ anons! #hsr #honkai star rail #aventurine #aventurine hsr #aventurine x reader

[carnivorousyandeere]

charismatic, manipulative yandere who is completely confident they can wrap their darling into their finger and would otherwise be completely able to hide their yan nature/the intensity of their feelings/their complete insanity but who ends up getting more and more extreme and desperate and needy in their displays of love until they're reduced to a complete mess since darling is the type of person who is too insecure/paranoid/distrustful to actually believe someone would actually love them and as such ends up just not taking the yan charms seriously🤔

Ooooooooooooh I love this so much…… thank you Anon 😩🤌✨

Thinking about the yan becoming increasingly distraught, kidnapping their Darling…

Crying into your shirt, hands digging into the back of it as they beg to know why you won’t let them love you. Are they not good enough for you? Have they not done enough? What would it take? They’d kill for you, and they have. They’d die for you. It feels like they have, a dozen times over, with each rejection from you. They live for you. Their heart beats for you. Why can’t you see it? Why can’t you accept them?

The well-put together figure you once knew is gone, unraveled by your mere existence.

“Please,” they sob, voice broken as their heart, “You don’t even have to love me back. Just let me love you.”

#obsessed with Darlings who can’t accept being loved. it’s so good #responding to confessions of love like ‘you’re taking this prank a bit too far… go bother someone more gullible’ #while the confessions are 100% genuine………. auuuuuugh #my thoughts #yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere cw

[doobea]

a lil peek inside my head from the last 48 hours

#doobea talks °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ #ignore if u want #he squeeze the shit out of the plushie he got me </3 #his lil headband and apron when he cooking... #wished his hair wasn't half his height but thats okay hes still very beautiful to me #got his ass looking like gon when he reached full nen potential #BAROUUUUU im gonna write up something good for you in the near future #and yes itll be based off my selfship duh #tattoo artist!barou x corporate worker!reader #he'll be all grumpy and looks down on stuffy business ppl and poor reader doesnt know what direction shes going thru in life #he'll hate how selfless and gullible she is w the real world #but will grow to be her protector while she smooths his rough edges #also... she'll become bffs to his little sisters too #thinking abt making her a part time tutor to his sisters... and he wont know until he picks them up one day #ooh and pudding shop runs hehe... #ill make him drink the pudding they put in boba drinks that shit is soo good #damn there goes half of my draft outline #my cancer king <3 so crabby

[clownattack]

being told that crink called me NIGHTMARE INCARNATE is so good and im glad i get to laugh about it with friends and colleagues alike.

#i could quote what ppl said abt this #i might bcs damn thats some good shit #consensus - sitting at home thinking this abt someone on the other side of the globe is out of touch #and crink needs a chill pill #girlbossed too close to the sun with my fanart and my criminal aus that crink wrote fics about lol #the only ppl who will ever take this seriously are his gullible readers #iykyk

[uuyuomi]

kabukimono x once upon a december

#[ ಇ. ] :: daydreaming #my royal au brain rot has returned to me once more🙇‍♀️ #those descriptions ingame describing him to be pretty as hell like…okay so youre basically a prince #con artist reader who’s trying to get the prize money for returning the lost prince and stumbles upon kabukimono #‘he seems gullible/naive enough not to mentoin he doesnt know a thing abt his past…maybe he could actually pull it of?’ #and naive kabukimono who just wants a sense of belonging and thus agrees to work with you #but uh oh little do u know you literally have the nation’s heir in the palm on your hands LMAO #tl:dr two clueless individuals working to ‘trick’ a member of the royal family😭 #putting a raincheck on this idea for now tho

[tomaytow]

we do not mess with the gods

— afab reader, implied one–sided himmel/reader, lots of cursing, probably some inaccuracies about barbatos lore, alternate universe

summary: “you are free to join if you want to,” himmel glances by his shoulder and sends her a gentle smile. “i’d prefer if you were with me.”

“are you kidding? of course I’m coming with you, dude!” [name] pushes her chair backwards, and grabs another cupcake. she pulls her satchel from the coat rack and scowls at him, before putting on her shoes. “you think i’m gonna leave you there all alone? in those ruins that may or may not be cursed? no way in hell, man. not on my watch!”

or: two best friends engage themselves that may put them both in big trouble, but what’s new, anyway?

“Whaf du fu meen yul gow tew de tawsund weends tempol tif lef ot nayt!?” [Name] quickly swallows the cupcake she’s eating when Himmel hushes her to keep her voice down. She glares at him and points him accusingly in the chest. “Shit, dude. Don’t tell me to be quiet ‘cuz this ain’t a private matter!”

It’s currently eleven pm in the evening. A couple of minutes ago, Himmel just simply barged out of his room, wearing some clothes that screamed he’ll be out to go somewhere, with his backpack in tow. He sauntered so casually to the dining room to find [Name] consuming Amos’ homemade cupcakes—and caught her attention by pulling on her sleeve.

Apparently, he was going to announce something.

And this something involved the Thousand Winds Temple.

Himmel sighs and grasps the index finger that belonged to his friend. “[Name], cursing is bad. You better lower your voice or else Mr. Ragnvindr will scold you again. Also, can you please hear me out first? I promise you will be interested!”

[Name] stares at him in disbelief. Himmel. Her crazy nerd friend who’s in love with history (ew, boring), science (convoluted as fuck), and mathematics (barf). Himmel, who excels in every class may it be related to the arts or not, implies that she, [Name], who does not give a fuck about education at all and who prefers just playing around since she’s just still a dumb teenager exploring the world, will be interested in what he’s planning…?

She scoffs, “Don’t say things you’re not sure of! If this is one of those tedious study sessions with you regarding the mechanisms of the Guizhong Ballista or the Sakoku Decree in Inazuma, I swear to the archons, Himmel — I will not hesitate to shove my cupcakes down your throat.”

Himmel giggles amusingly (whispering those don’t belong to you though, they’re for Amos!), and puts both of his hands over [Name]’s shoulders comfortingly. “Please do not attempt that, you know I am already weak—”

“That’s why I can exactly—“

“I’m going underground for the Anemo Archon’s statue.”

[Name] freezes in her position. Interested? Himmel promised that she’ll be interested?

Well, she is now but—

“Okay. I get it. My best friend’s losing his mind.”

Himmel giggles at her once again, before putting on his backpack. [Name] realizes that Himmel is dead serious about this! About visiting (or trespassing?) the underground ruins, where Mondstadt citizens are prohibited to go, but...

For a kid whose wisdom is endless, he’ll find his own ways to break the law just to satisfy his curiosity. [Name] knows that much.

“You are free to join if you want to,” Himmel glances by his shoulder and sends her a gentle smile. “I’d prefer if you were with me.”

“Are you kidding? Of course I’m coming with you, dude!” [Name] pushes her chair backwards, and grabs another cupcake. She pulls her satchel from the coat rack and scowls at him, before putting on her shoes. “You think I’m gonna leave you there all alone? In those ruins that may or may not be cursed? No way in hell, man. Not on my watch!”

Himmel looks happy. When [Name] catches up to him by the door, Himmel smiles even wider. “I knew I can always count on you.”

“Duh. You can always count on me.” [Name] puffs and stretches her arms. “Though, I am reminding you—“

She sways her cupcake with her hand, “We seriously are going to get in biiiig trouble with Jean this time if she finds out. And if Jean finds out, Amos and Mr. Ragnvindr will do, too. That means you’re going to be grounded. And I’m going to be grounded. You know how my mom is literally besties with Amos.”

There’s a twinkle in Himmel’s eye. “Then we will just have to be furtive.”

[Name] is already used to Himmel’s antics.

Well, it is known by the people that [Name] is far more ‘‘troublesome” between them, when it comes to crazy sports activities that involve wind gliding or windtrace. But in actuality, it’s them both.

Himmel can be a little mischief maker too. He will do absolutely everything just for knowledge and [Name] knows that much.

Thankfully though, they have each other – they have each others’ backs when someone is getting lost or maybe a bit too invested with their ordeal. If Himmel is forgetting to take care of himself due to his studies, then [Name] is there to bonk him on the head. If [Name] is pushing herself too far (to her own limits), then Himmel is there to give her the longest lesson about the dangers of over exertion on the human body.

But when they join forces, here’s where no one can predict what happens next.

They will be literally magnets for risks and misfortunes.

Usually, it’s Himmel who follows [Name] around—either to support her or even accompany her—but this time, it’s the opposite. [Name] knows what they’re doing is a bit (or maybe even more) risky but it’s where the fun is. It’s where the thrill is!

Though, she can’t help but be worried over Himmel’s sudden interest regarding the Anemo Archon. She’s figuring it out with her brain, pondering over possible answers. Why, out of all the things in the world, was Himmel intrigued with a god?

So she asks.

“So uh, Himmel,” [Name] calls out, and Himmel hums in response. Right now, they’re inside the Thousand Winds’ Temple underground cave, where, according to the grandfathers and grandmothers, the Anemo Archon’s statue resides. (There’s a story that it sank due to a powerful earthquake, but that’ll be for another time.) “…Yeah. I hate it here. Anyways. What drove you to explore the oh–so holy cavern of the Anemo Archon, huh?”

It was a miracle that she and Himmel had even gotten outside the walls of Mondstadt city without attracting any of the Favonius officers. (She starts to believe that they’re useless, because of a certain red–haired male.) However, she can’t even call it a miracle too when they simply just walked inside the steep entrance of the cave. No one bothers to come here since it’s declared closed to the public, according to Jean.

With their flashlights in hand trying to illuminate the whole area, [Name] inches a little closer to Himmel, who’s just right beside her. Fucking eerie shit. And it’s even quiet! All she can hear is their footsteps echoing through the stone walls.

“Hey. Himmel, answer me.”

There’s a water droplet in the distance. Himmel seems to not be shaken at all. Now the tables have turned – the weakest of the pair is brimming with such courage right now, while the one with the fists and strength is apprehensive. ([Name] should definitely tell him again her fabricated ghost stories so they can be afraid together.)

“Oh, I just want to try something out,” Himmel replies, and they head to the right side. His flashlight reveals an extremely long staircase, where the light can’t reach, so they’ll have no choice but to go down there. [Name] focuses on a graffiti text that said DO NOT ENTER HERE in red. [Name] just cringes and averts her gaze away. Focus on Himmel, focus on Himmel… “And it involves the Anemo Archon Lord Barbatos himself.”

[Name] elbows him on the ribs, hard. Himmel whines from the contact, whimpering how it hurts. If her panic is showing, then so be it. She’s seriously freaking out.

She literally felt a shiver run down her spine when he mentioned their archon—their archon who is still being worshipped, despite being rumored to be gone a long time ago. The famous archon of Mondstadt who’s probably never going to come back anymore.

“Motherf– dude! Come on dude, come on. Don’t make me regret this, dude. Don’t make me regret joining you because I just thought that you wanted a little trip to see the damn Lord Barbatos himself, but nooooo, you’re going to experiment on him!?” She inches closer to his face, “Are you outta your mind!? Remember what the boomers said, we do not mess with the gods. I repeat, we do not mess with the gods. It’s like, the ultimate first commandment of Teyvat! BAH! Who am I kidding? Himmel, I literally don’t give any flying fucks about the archons, but I’m telling you this. Do you know how insane you sound right now?!”

([Name] doesn’t notice how Himmel’s cheeks are flushing faintly.) Himmel puts his hands up in defense sheepishly. “I–I appreciate your concern for me [Name], really, but I got it under control. I– I promise.” His expression turns serious, but there’s still a smile on his lips. “I researched. I would not just go here unprepared! You know that, yes?”

He’s right. Memories come rushing over [Name]’s mind: there are times that their plans almost failed because of external factors but Himmel manages to always find a way. That’s how calculated he is, and it never fails to impress [Name] everytime. Himmel is so damn reliable, even in a life or death situation.

[Name] groans and takes a step back. “Fine, fine. I trust that you have thought this through, but I am still scared of the outcome, okay?” She starts going down the stairs and she wonders where she got her sudden confidence from. Whatever. Everything for Himmel, she guesses. “But if shit goes down, we’re leaving this place, okay? And we will never speak of what happened. Okay?”

It’s illegal to come down here, after all.

“Yes. Also, language please.”

“Okay, so how are we gonna do this?” [Name] questions, a brow raised as she shines over the gigantic statue of the Anemo Archon in front of them. They’ve finally reached the biggest area of this cave — where the statue of Barbatos is located. [Name] can feel the sacredness of the statue so she’s trying to be cautious. Archons only know what could happen if she commits a mistake. “Fuck, it’s dark everywhere…”

“Don’t worry, I brought candles.” Himmel starts bending down and putting on lit candles around the wide space. Even if it’s just a little bit, the candles helped because they can see each other a little better now without the flashlights. [Name] assists him by grabbing more candles from his backpack—this damn nerd brought lots, by the way—and lit up some more.

After a couple of minutes, [Name] finds herself admiring their handiwork. Now the cavern looks like a safe place, but there’s still some creepiness lingering around. [Name] places her hands on her hips and flatly remarks, “Yeah. What we’re doing is literally cult activity. Ugh. This is why I am atheist.”

Himmel motions her to come closer from where he’s standing. “[Name]. Come here.”

She approaches him, and he shows the written symbols beneath Barbatos large feet. They both observe the old writing, and [Name] looks at him questioningly. She’s not that dedicated like him to study the field of linguistics. Himmel lifts on finger, “It's ancient Teyvat language. It translates to: gateway to celestia.”

[Name] is mystified. “Celestia… wait, isn’t that like. Where the highest form of beings live?”

Himmel nods, delighted that his friend is invested. “Indeed! It’s where the supreme beings settle and watch over the whole of Teyvat.”

“Oh, so you want us to go there? Oooookay. And I’m assuming it requires our souls? Damn, dude. You didn’t even tell me that we’re gonna die here—we’re gonna sacrifice our bodies! Well, if we’re going to die here, might as well confess—”

“No, no! Stop, [Name]! Do not say that! We are not going to… also, did you say you are going to confess—?” Himmel stares at her expectantly. Himmel moves closer, who looks more interested than before. “C–confess about—?”

“I’m gonna confess about how I stole your—”

“Alright, alright. Let us talk about that later,” Himmel sighs disappointingly, and [Name] just grins cheekily at him. “Regardless, I am going up there—“

He points at the statue’s cupped hands.

“And I will be performing the ritual.”

“R–ritual— hold on, you didn’t say anything about rituals! Also, no way in hell I’m leaving you out there and you leaving me out here. We’re going together, Himmel.” [Name] flicks him on the forehead. “You’re insane. Now give me your bag.”

Himmel complained a lot, but [Name] just threatened to punch him in the stomach if he wouldn’t shut up. [Name] offered to carry him on her back, because she knew all about his breathing problems. She also didn’t want Himmel to pass out due to exhaustion while climbing the statue. It would even be a bigger problem if he did.

Thankfully, Himmel wrapped his arms around her neck, and his legs around her stomach without any qualms. (For some reason, Himmel immediately accepted the idea and clung to her like a koala. Himmel apologized for being such a burden though, and [Name] reassured him that it was fine. Himmel was light as a feather so it was no biggie.)

It wasn’t an easy feat, because the statue was slim (why is the Anemo Archon petite and slim, anyway?) and [Name] almost fell twice due to her stupidity and due to the statue’s slippery stone clothes. Or robes. Whatever.

It didn’t help that Himmel wasn't a fan of heights either so he just clung himself tighter to her. He whimpered that he didn’t want to fall, not like this, and [Name] did not understand what he meant, so she just did her best to climb over the statue’s body swiftly as possible.

(It would be more of a problem if they both plummeted down the ground. They wouldn’t be able to stand up and go to the Cathedral for some healing if they have fractured bones.)

When [Name] reaches Barbatos’ shoulder, she maneuvers Himmel safely to the other side. Himmel bows her head in gratitude. A tired [Name] just grunts to get over with the ritual already, so after five minutes, they both sit on the statue’s hands.

“Sturdy. We’re not gonna fall, are we?”

“We are not. The statue is built with—”

“No nerdy shit. Explain. Now.”

Himmel shakes his head. “Language…”

[Name] clamors, “Dude, the clock is ticking.”

Himmel snickers. Then, he ducks to unzip his backpack and pulls out two things: one is an apple, and the other… is a bottle of Mondstadt’s speciality.

Dandelion wine. [Name] squints at him suspiciously. “Seriously?”

“We are not going to drink it,” an amused Himmel says. “It is an offering to the Anemo Archon.”

Now it clicks. “Oh. Now I understand why Barbatos is absent… dude’s drunk as hell he can’t even get up.”

“Careful, you may anger the archon, [Name].”

“You know, I am perfectly fine with it. I might even die here anyway so why not seize the moment. You only live once.”

Himmel pouts at her cutely. “Stop that. No one is going to die.” He puts the apple and bottle in front of them—or in the statue’s stoned fingers. Himmel brings his arms over his crossed legs and opens his palms. “Now… my objective here is that we are going to summon the absent archon.”

[Name] doesn’t budge. She glances at the statue’s face for a sec—at least, she tries to—and notices that the head is covered in a hood. “Insane behavior.”

“That is rude, [Name].”

“Am I lying, though? Where and how did you even get this information, huh? About the summoning?” [Name] quips and crosses her arms. “Was it the nuns? Sister Rosaria?”

Himmel closes one eye. “I would love to answer your question, but I am afraid that you will just have to read my paper. It will be in chapter three, and once you are done, you can ask me the questions you desire.”

“Forget it. So, Himmel the Nerd. How are you going to perform this?”

“Hold my hands.”

Easier said than done. Himmel stares at their intertwined fingers for a moment, until [Name] blows a raspberry. Continue, [Name]’s expression says.

Himmel just laughs for the umpteenth time. “Next, we just need to say mea libertas meus canor three times. Though, I presume that it only needs one person for the ritual, but maybe us saying it together will allow the summoning to strengthen.”

“What happens if we say it four times?”

“Mhm, I am not entirely sure. We will find out.”

“Greeaaat, science mixed with divine shit. We seriously are signing ourselves to death.”

Himmel gives her a warning glare—at least, he’s trying to. Himmel’s too much a softie to give someone the stink eye anyway. “[Name]...”

“I’m kidding! Let’s start?”

Himmel nods. He shuts his eyelids. “We’re gonna say it in three.”

[Name] can feel something building up. She guffaws. Himmel looks so damn silly. “Should I, uh, pfft, close my eyes, too?”

“It is up to you. I closed mine for personal reasons, so…”

[Name] doesn’t. It’s better she’s watching in case some stranger things ensue. “Nah. Go start.”

Himmel complies. [Name] knows that what they’re doing is not what teenagers nowadays do unless you’re some part of religious shit. No, what they’re doing is entirely out of pure curiosity and for Himmel’s academics.

Sure, the consequences are unprecedented; they’ve gone through lots of challenges together, but [Name] can surmise that this is definitely the craziest.

Involving themselves with the Archon of their land… man.

[Name] won’t admit it, but she just hopes this summoning won’t work. She’s being a meanie right now, but she doesn’t want anything bad happening to her friend! It’s always bad when gods are included.

“Mea libertas meus canor.” They both say out loud.

They say it again.

And again.

Nothing happens.

It’s silent.

[Name] gulps. Creepy eerie shit fuck. Her eyes check sideways if there’s anything below that seems out of place. Nothing. Just the candles. She returns to Himmel again.

Himmel is not speaking. He still has his eyes closed. Their hands are still latched onto one another.

“It’s not working,” [Name] whispers. Her stomach churns. Now she’s really having a bad feeling. She repeats, “Himmel, it’s not working. Can we go now?”

But Himmel doesn’t reply.

Instead, he grips their fingers. [Name] flinches at this and voices out, “…Himmel?”

“Mea libertas meus canor.”

And just like that, harsh gales of wind gust over the cavern. [Name] quickly scans her surroundings, dumbfounded and utterly confused of what is happening. What the fuck, where did these winds come from?!

She quickly looks back at her friend, who is still somehow inactive (unconscious?) and [Name]’s heart sinks in terror. The bad feeling—! Fuck! She immediately clambers close and removes her hold with his. She starts shaking him, crying out his name, but the winds just get harsher and harsher by the minute.

“Himmel! Hey! You didn’t tell me about this! Himmel, snap out of it! This isn’t funny!”

The candles’ wicks go out, and [Name] watches with wide eyes when Himmel begins to levitate into the air. “Himmel!”

The ends of Himmel’s braided tips begin to glow in a blue light, and other parts of his body begin to brighten as well. In his arms. In his leg. In his neck.

Stunned, [Name] just can’t help but gape at her friend hopelessly in the darkness. She ransacks her mind to figure out what’s truly going on, until—

“Himmel!”

—it abruptly stops.

The candles’ wicks below the statue are mysteriously lit up again. The winds are suddenly gone.

Himmel falls, and [Name] screams his name once more to catch him barely in her arms. Himmel rubs his eyelids as he groans weakly.

[Name] clutches Himmel intimately and tightly to her chest. “You fucker! Don’t do that shit! I was so scared, my heart was about to leap outta my chest! Fuck you!”

“Mhm… that is… some obscene language I’m hearing first thing in the morning,” Himmel croaks out, and [Name] blinks. Wait a second. Huh? Why did it sound… a little different? Is this one of the side–effects of the ritual? Does Himmel have a runny nose or something? Is he sick? Also, morning?

[Name] withdraws herself slightly from him to scrutinize any signs of weirdness, but Himmel remains in her touch.

Himmel yawns, and then opens his eyes slowly—revealing what’s supposed to be cerulean irises, but they’re green. An emerald green. Himmel murmurs weakly, “Is it morning yet, though? If it is, good morning – to whom do I owe the pleasure of cradling me so gently and so lovingly in their arms…?” He smiles sweetly. “And you are…?”

[Name]’s jaw drops.

Signs of weirdness? Forget that. It’s all over him.

Himmel has this under control? He has everything planned?

No.

He doesn’t.

So who the hell is this dude in [Name]’s arms, who’s using Himmel’s body?

“Oh shit.”

#venti x reader #nameless bard x reader #it’s one-sided tho #yeah this was just an idea LOL #i thought it’d be nice to explore this concept #HIMMEL WASN’T EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE CRUSHING ON READER #but he moved by himself #and it’s cute #venti #himmel #i literally didn’t know how to write himmel at first but he’s now a cool nerd in my eyes #a nerd who’s not so gullible and not so naive #a cool damn nerd #this is a one–shot ig #tomato.writes

[poppy-metal]

oxytocin by billie eilish reminds me so much of eddie

I wanna do bad things to you/ I wanna make you yell/ I wanna do bad things to you/ Don't wanna treat you well

me and my desire to be eddies toxic gf he'll never get over. anyways.

#ask #eddie spaghetti #thinking of him writing songs like sex on fire abt ex girlfriend!reader #n she comes back into his life when hes made it big. wants him back but hes not the gullible 19 yr old she left behind all shattered #it becomes a battle of wills

[rosenecklaces]

"SJM has said this in the interview of (year) about "×" characters so no matter how much that hadn't been shown in the books she will still come trought with what she said!"

do you guys thing an author would lie? that they would do that to their readers? 😢 you mean to tell me an author would look at you and lie? 😢😢 that's so scary...

#acotar #some people are so damn gullible #😭😭😭 #babygirl sjm has lied to readers since book one #this about that lulu and elain in paris comment in Facebook but this applies for a lot of shit she has said #and then very obviously wheren't true lol #acotar books

[jiminiecrickets]

writers who don’t specify reader gender vs. writers who don’t specify who's penetrating

#jun rambles #putting a coin in the gullible jar when i see 'sub reader' and naively hope they're a sub top

[heich0e]

violently horny at that sneak peak.

heh heh heh !

#i think it's going to have to change pretty considerably unless i want to go w a full on naive/gullible!reader concept #but who knows!! maybe the spice is right! #liv got mail

[sttoru]

.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. it’s late at night and you try to cuddle with sukuna. keyword; try.

wc. 1.2k

tags. true form!sukuna x female reader. fluff, angst (+comfort). heian era. size difference (readers referred to as small). sukuna’s a bit mean, but he also has a soft spot for you. miscommunication ? it gets solved. reader gets called ‘woman, doll’.

“what are you trying to do?” sukuna sighs. you’re up to something again, he figures. his red eyes follow your body as it crawls up to him on the bed.

you’re both tired after a long day of fulfilling some duties here and there around the estate. all you need is a big beefy man wrapping his arms around you to keep you warm and safe.

the perfect man for that is sukuna. those four arms of his wrapped around your small body feel like heaven.

“it’s called cuddling,” you retort. the sarcastic tone you used triggers a deep sigh from the sorcerer. sukuna holds back the urge to say something sarcastic as well.

he doesn’t utter a single word once you snuggle up to his chest. you’ve taught him how to cuddle during the first time you asked him to hold you. sukuna was awkward with showing any type of affection back then.

. . he still very much is.

“hug, please,” you remind him. the cold-hearted man scoffs, though listens to your polite request. all four of his arms imprison you against his chest, your small body nearly disappearing behind his limbs.

that’s what you like most about those cuddles you share together; how you fit so perfectly in his strong arms. it’s much more comforting than you thought it would be.

a pair of hands rests on your waist, the other pair on your hips. sukuna glances down at you and immediately notices that smile on your lips. even after all this time, he still cannot fathom why you’re so carefree around a monster like him.

and that inability to understand you and your love for him is accompanied by an urge to push you away.

“you got your hug, now get up,” sukuna interrupts the silence. his voice is cold and devoid of emotion—he uses that voice when he talks to other people. not with you, “i have better things to attend to.”

thus, it hurts. when he talks to you like that. like you’re not the person he secretly cherishes most. though, you remind yourself of sukuna’s own words. the ones you heard him say a while ago.

‘love is meaningless’, he said. you remember. and yet you kept hoping that he’d change his mind about that statement. you hoped and eventually saw exactly that: your presence and your affectionate gestures mellowed his heart of steel.

but all that effort seems to go down the drain every time sukuna pushes you away.

you know it’s because he’s unfamiliar with the feelings of love. he may not say it nor show it, but you know that sukuna’s afraid of hurting you. so, he creates a gap between you two every now and then.

you know and yet you’re patient.

“oh, ‘kay,” you nod in understanding. you pull away from his embrace and get up from the bed. your bottom lip trembles.

sukuna is not gullible. he’s anything but oblivious. especially if it’s about how you feel and act. he notices every single change in your mood; whether you mask it or not.

you walk to the sliding doors—ready to open them and step out into the hallway. your eyes are a bit watery, but you quickly blink the tears away and take a deep breath in. you reach for the door.

“come back here, woman.”

sukuna’s booming voice makes you stop. you glance at his form over your shoulder. he’s leaning against the headboard of the bed, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed.

is he. . . upset?

“why? you said you had better things to attend to.” you answer with a shrug. you try your best to not make it seem like his earlier words had effected you. you turn your head towards the word with a huff, “go on, then.”

sukuna narrows his eyes. he sucks at communicating what he actually desires—what he actually wants. right now that want is for you to stay. even though that completely contradicts his previous words.

the sorcerer doesn’t know what to do. when you’re with him, he pushes you away out of guilt. when you’re away, he wants you back with him.

love is complicated.

“you. . .” sukuna grunts in frustration. all those feelings for you inside of his heart are playing with his rational thoughts. he doesn’t like seeing you upset. he wants the usual you back, “tsk. fine then.”

silence, followed by the creaking of the bed frame. seems like sukuna’s getting up to do whatever ‘business’ he needed to attend. at least, that’s what you thought.

you slide the door open and set a foot outside of the chambers. before the other could follow, you’re suddenly lifted up in the air by a strong pair of hands. your vision turns upside down as your body is effortlessly hoisted onto a shoulder.

“woah!” you gasp and feel the blood go to your head. your eyes are fixed on the back of your lover. you kick your legs in protest, but only get a smack to your ass in response. you whine at that, “put me down!”

“watch it, doll,” sukuna hisses at your fierce demand, a warning to fix your tone. he puts you back down on the soft mattress. he’s surprisingly gentle when he settles you in place—not throwing you on the bed or anything similar, “should’ve listened when i told you the first time.”

your eyes meet sukuna’s and you notice how much they’ve softened. that alone makes the lump in your throat disappear. your love for him isn’t one sided—you’ve always kept that in the back of your mind—yet your thoughts made you overlook the little things he does for you.

his actions speak louder than his words. that’s the kind of man he is.

sukuna’s trying to open up more, though that process is slow. you’re fine with that.

especially when there’s that faint pout on his lips as he stares at you. his eyebrows are still furrowed, his crimson eyes sharp yet warm.

“oh, you want me back in bed this bad?” you tease once you get the opportunity. the man in front of you clicks his tongue and grabs your cheeks with one hand, turning your head up to face him.

sukuna’s eyes are focused on yours. the eye contact is intimidating, but you’re hypnotised. you physically can’t look away. he leans in and bites your lip with his sharp canines, “shut up.”

that raspy whisper alone confirms your assumption. you giggle at his attempt of refuting your point. you’re used to all those intimidating words and actions he pulls to get you to stop your teasing.

those empty threats—it’s becoming rather cute with how hard he tries to deny everything. he fails nearly every time, however.

“come,” sukuna lays back against the pillows after placing a quick and sloppy kiss against your lips. he pulls your body against his and presses your head against his chest, right where his heart is beating, “continue with your.. ‘cuddling’ thing.”

he put your ear right above his heart, because he remembers listening to his heartbeat calms you down. you told him that a while back. sukuna doesn’t understand why you like it, but his fingers massage your scalp either way.

that’s also something that brings you comfort.

you’re surprised by how much he knows about you, but appreciate it anyway. he remembers both the big and small things about you. ‘that’s how he probably shows his love,’ you conclude silently.

#sttoru writes. #jjk x reader #sukuna x reader #jjk fluff #sukuna x you #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #sukuna x y/n #sukuna fluff

[yanderenightmare]

Nanami Kento

TW: yandere, NSFW, noncon/dubcon, inexperienced reader, virginity loss, size-difference, abuse of power, lies and manipulation, captive darling, age-gap

AN: thinking about a pervy sex therapist Nanami~

fem reader

You started coming to his home office once a week. 

Unsure of it all, in the beginning, you were so nervous. He looked so strict – sitting opposite you in his dark brown leather chair with such a tight expression on his face. 

But you came around to like him soon enough. 

He was a nice man. Serious but tender with you – putting out freshly baked muffins on the coffee table and always giving you a warm cup of chamomile with vanilla and honey before getting started. 

And he was knowledgeable too – had that mature air about him that seemed so polished and proficient you couldn’t help but hang off every word like it was scripture.

When he told you to stop wearing bras because they hinder natural breast growth, you listened, and when he said that keeping your pussy hairless was important for hygienic purposes, you believed him because you trusted him.

He diagnosed you with virgin anxiety and has been so patient with you ever since, helping you overcome it.

Professional enough to practice with you. Sticking a gloved finger inside your pretty pussy when you’re propped on his examination bed, testing out your tightness with words reassuring you that you just need to wait and allow your body to provide the wetness – smiling at you kindly, that way old men do, more with his eyes than his lips, when you’re weeping with slick enough to accommodate all three of his lengthy fingers inside you – squeezing on him so tight.

You gush, shaking your head while spluttering apologies when you cum around them, but he just rubs your clit slowly, with veteran steadiness – telling you it's only natural and healthy for a young woman like you to be so sensitive under a man's touch – that it’s nothing to be ashamed or scared of – on the contrary, it’s something you should feel very proud of.

He’s also kind enough to give you extra sessions – at least three times a week at his home office – sometimes even breaking his own rules, treating you to a house call, coming to your apartment for a nice little chat. 

He even assigns you daily exercises for you to do on your own – though he encourages you to call him so he can guide you through it. Instructing you to wet your fingers in your mouth first before you touch yourself down there.

He listens to your little moans filtered through the phone – bated breaths and whimpers as you get yourself all bothered and needy for more. 

He tells you to turn on the camera so he can see if you’re doing it right, and you listen – placing the phone in view of your tiny fingers struggling to reach and stuff your cute cunt.

He praises you on your good job – his own camera off, for obvious reasons – he can't have you seeing his raging shaft just yet, or how he jerks it to the sight of your tight little cunt. A deep furrow between his brows and his jaw locked tight, resolute in his plans of coaxing you into giving him your first time. He groans just thinking about it, splurting his load into his fist, listening to you moan for him. “This feels funny, Nanami-san~ Is this right? ~ Please, Nanami-san, teach me~” 

He's been coveting your virginity for months now – grooming you – making you pliant and gullible, and soon, all his patience and hard work would pay off. 

It’s cute that you don’t know it yet… but your pretty little pussy is all his.

He expertly works it into your sessions as an exercise. One he promises you’ll benefit from. Telling you your condition can be blamed on never having studied a real grown man’s cock – that, because it’s such a foreign thing to you, you end up fearing it.

He reminds you how this is a safe space – tells you that all he cares about is your wellbeing – as he sets himself next to you on the couch, his thick thigh next to yours, while buckling up his belt and zipping himself free – taking his fat erection out for you to lay your innocent eyes on.

“Here it is.” He clears his throat with a rusty sigh, sounding relieved when his manhood springs free, standing proud and fat.

His veins flex along his arm beneath dark blonde hair as he strokes the length lazily – up and down slowly. Making old noises – heavy sighs and hums – dragging the foreskin back and revealing its plush mushroomed head.

You take it in with doe eyes.

“Don’t be shy. Tell me your thoughts.”

You swallow thickly at the assignment, blinking out of your stare. Shocked and embarrassed, though curious, but also a little grossed out – you’re not sure what feeling you end up with. “Uhm- It’s very… big.”

He chuckles low at that. “Come on, you can do better. What else?” He urges you, offering another deep but light-hearted laugh. “You can be honest. It’s a little funny looking, huh?”

“Yeah-” You giggle lightly in return, though you’re still somewhat uneasy – sitting as though you plan on leaving, but staying nonetheless, at the edge of your seat – eyes glued to the chubby member, studying the curve of its spine and the veins forking their way up to its head.

“Feel up to touching it?” He asks, and your eyes snap to his – lined with crow’s feet and something so trustworthy. 

But still, you promptly shake your head in embarrassment. “Oh- no, thank you, Nanami-san-” But he’s already taken your smaller hand in his, pulling you back by guiding it to his lap. 

“No, no, little one- this is what we've been training for. You won’t get better if you don’t try.” He scolds you, voice both dismissive and reassuring all at once. “Here- feel it.” 

He wraps your tiny fingers around the stout shaft and overlaps your hand with his, helping you find the rhythm – stroking it nice and slow. 

“There you go, just like that. Good.”

You hesitate at first. Giving your lip a soft bite while thinking about his previous words.

Was he right? Are you scared because you've never looked at or touched a real penis before?

You don't want to be a virgin forever – it's embarrassing as an adult – it makes you still feel like such a silly little girl.

So... if Dr. Nanami says that this will help you overcome your fears, then you suppose...

You'll do it.

You gulp and follow his movement – up and down the large and lengthy pole.

It's so warm – pulsing in your grip, twitching at your soft touch. Skin so thin, almost rubbery, holding something much tougher than you’d imagined.

In your hand, it’s a lot bigger as well. You can’t even reach your fingers around the thickness to touch your thumb.

“All of this goes inside me?” You ask, under your breath – swallowing thickly while he leads your dainty hand downward into the hair around his base, then up to the wet tip, which pilled and trickled with white pearls getting caught between your fingers – warm and sticky.

“That’s right, every inch.” He answers – voice relaxed – pleased by how well you were doing. “Does that scare you?”

You bite your lip and rub your thighs together. “A little…”

“But it makes you feel a little warm, too, hm?” He suggests. “Makes your mouth wet? And also, that soft place between your legs?”

You make a nervous sound, digging your nails into your knee, where you let your other hand rest awkwardly. 

He hums again with a soft chuckle. “Don’t be embarrassed, little one. It’s a good thing.” He ensures, encouragingly squeezing your hand underneath his while lifting the other up to your face, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear – before sliding it across the back of your neck. “Let's see you be brave and give it a taste.”

You hesitate again – this time a little more decidedly. “I don’t think I can-” But Dr. Nanami is strong, keeping your neck in a pinch as he guides you down into a bow.

“It’s alright, I’m here to help you. Just open your mouth, and I’ll show you how.” He insists soothingly. Spreading his thighs out further while laying your head down on his lap, hips moving languidly when brushing his shaft up between your lips. 

It’s so big, so hot, pumping with warmth where you kiss it on the side on a particularly fat and throbbing vein.

He lifts you up slightly and angles the tip into your mouth, creating a cute bulge in your cheek where he rests his hand to keep you down when you flinch at the salty tang getting caught by your saliva. The taste quickly coats your entire tongue.

“Mmh- that’s a big girl~ getting her first mouthful of cock.” Dr. Nanami sighs with a groan, dropping his head back against the couch cushions while pushing up into the pouch of your cheek in lazy thrusts. It strains – makes you feel like it might poke through and make a hole.

He lets it settle there for a moment, enjoying the wet warmth and the unsure movements of your sweet tongue – not knowing where to go with all the space occupied by his meat.

But then he tangles both hands in your hair, gathering it all into a neat ponytail. And, lifting your skull up directly above, he sends his cock down your guzzle even when you whine out in meek protest.

“Breathe through your nose and try your best to swallow it down as far as your throat allows.” He instructs, keeping a tight-knit grip around your hair in one fist whilst the other hand slides down to pet your cheek in soothing circles.

Forcing it down your tight little amateur throat even when your jaw feels like it’s unlocking. 

“Good girl.” He sighed once he’d wedged himself in all the way until your lips kissed the pubes at his base.

Your smaller hands dent the muscle of his thigh, offering a meager push. Mewing out a “Mrph-” while you gag around the trunk. 

He holds you there, roosting inside your throat for another satisfying moment before easing up, pulling you up by your pony.

You gasp, halfway choked on your spit – but he's not much concerned.

“Stand up- let me feel.” He rushes out in a stiff order, ignoring how you cough and slurp for air – forcing you up to stand between his knees. 

His firm hands plant themselves on your hips, being the only sturdy thing balancing you as you wobble – unsteady when he tugs your skirt and panties down until they drop into a pool around your ankles.

He then pulls you onto his lap – seating you with your back leaning against his chest with his cock gliding up through your inner thighs, rubbing against your bare cunt.

You’re still light-headed, bracing yourself against his broad chest while he keeps one thick arm strong around your waist – holding you snug. The other jerks his manhood, tapping it against your clit in soft spit-wet slaps.

“Let’s see how it feels inside you.” He grunts against your ear, resting his chin-stubbled jaw in the dip between your neck and shoulder – looking to where he has your thighs spread over his own.

“N-no, Nanami-san-” You manage to squeak out softly with a voice both teary and hoarse from choking. “Please- I’m not ready-”

But he doesn’t listen – and any struggle you try to inflict ends up aimless where you’re barred beneath his arm – strict and tough with brawn like it’s a seatbelt on a rollercoaster ride.

“I think you're more than ready for it. Trust me.” He’s growling now – so menacingly, you don’t dare speak against it. Only watching the glossy veiny beast with bleary eyes while he rubs through your pussylips with the fat plush bulge topping it – catching your clit and making you gasp before zoning down to your pretty little twitchy hole.

You whine when it’s forced to stretch open as he nudges himself inside the pill-sized opening despite your effort to climb away from it.

“It hurts, Nanami-san!” You cry, but he doesn’t pay it any mind.

“Your virgin pussy will understand it soon. Don’t worry.” He dismisses – continuing to ease his thickness into the tautness, knowing you must be feeling close to tearing apart once his head’s finally swallowed in with a pop, followed by his inches bullying through you one by one, each feeling like a painful mile. 

You cry out, nearly screaming, “Please, Nanami-san! Take it out- it’s too much-” worming on his lap, trying to wiggle it out.

But he has you under reigns, and your struggling only results in him sinking inside you faster. Now, so deep you feel him nuzzle against your womb – and still it keeps sleaving itself until it curves against your walls and pudges out in a cute belly bulge.

“We've trained for this. You need to allow your body the time it takes to get comfortable.” He coos, sounding less on edge now that you’ve taken him inside your comfort.

His chest rumbles with satisfaction against your back as he sits there relaxed, bouncing you slackly but not too much just yet.

He keeps you seated but lifts his other arm to tug off your tiny T-shirt. 

“Here, let's take this off. It’ll help.” He excuses, and you’re a little too desperate for the relief to refuse – listening to the kindness in his voice and lifting your arms in hope, letting him fling it off.

Only in socks now. You throw your head back and whine when he twists one of your pretty nipples into a sore nub – chest arching from the contact. The arm holding you in place slides a hand between your thighs and starts circling your cute button, flicking over it with a gritty fingerprint.

The friction makes your belly bloom all sorts of colors, making you lock and quiver around that big thing he has nestled inside you, throbbing against your womb as he only gently bounces you on his lap – stretching your little pussy out generously as it suckles him so very sweetly – so very wet, drooling on his lap –squeezing him oh-so-snug.

You feel sticky after a while of twisting and refusing. Feeling so full and feverish. Neck wet from tongue and lips – so wet, spit is running slow trails down your chest, cool in the chilly open air of his home office.

You still think you want to stop, but you’re not as tense anymore – resting prettily against his chest. Moaning for each swirl he does over your budding clit – having quaked with pleasure a whole of three times already, gummy walls rippling all along his shaft as you softly loll your hips on him in return.

There’s a pool of your slick between the two of you – having drooled form where it seeps around the tight edges of where he has you stuffed air-tight, running down his balls to gloss the leather seat beneath. 

He takes it as a sign that you’re ready for the real thing. 

It’s almost unfair – how easily your smaller body is held in his hands. Maneuvered so effortlessly as he lifts your thighs up against your chest, then spreads them wide. 

He hooks your knees on his elbows and braids his fingers behind your neck. It's an awkward position, but you’re completely locked in it. Unable to do a thing except wail with moans once he starts pistoning his fat man-cock up inside you. 

It’s way worse when he stands up – bouncing you in the air – holding you folded against his chest, your legs dangling over his arms, jumping as he pounds his meat inside you, stuffing your cunt full on every deep thrust – stabbing your poor stomach until you’re screaming and squirting from the pressure.

Feeling you soak him is the last straw – so tight while spraying a hot mess.

He sits down again, lifting you off his cock before fanning your clit with four fingers – making you gush out every last drop, screaming while raining on his cock until you’ve strangled it out one final time – left shaking.

You’re then ushered down to the floor, on your knees – the top of your head leveled with Dr. Nanamis's big hand, keeping your face forward as he faps his sturdy thickness at your mouth.

“Open your mouth wide.” He orders, his teeth grit while his bulbing cockhead kisses your lips. 

You listen when he gives your little head a shake – rolling your tongue out while dropping your jaw for him.

“That’s a good girl-” He praises, placing his tip on the wet bed of your soft pink tongue, giving his cock only a few more tugs before his balls clenched hard and sent a big fat load through his cock out into your pretty little open mouth.

He groans heavily, almost angrily, squeezing every spurt out – some coming out so heavy it spills up your face and down your chin – but mostly getting caught where you have your lips parted to receive it.

“Good girl.” He repeats, taking in the sight of your painted face – so cute covered in his cum. 

He smiles.

“Now swallow it all down. And don’t waste a single drop. It's rich in vitamins young girls like you need to become proper ladies.”

You don’t want to close your mouth – you want to spit all of it out and rinse the rest with toothpaste and water. But the hand petting your head is so heavy, you don’t dare. So you swallow. Sniffling at the yucky taste once it sits warm in your stomach, still so sticky and gross on your tongue.

But Dr. Nanami seems pleased.

“Moving forward, I think you’ll benefit from closer examination.” He says. “I've made arrangements to have you institutionalized here, where I can keep a closer eye on you and offer more frequent assistance. You still have a long way to go before you’re well, little one. I’m not close to seeing the results I need in order to release you from my care.”

You’re still too shocked by the former events to look confused, but the sick feeling in your gut just keeps growing.

“Don’t worry. We’ll keep training, and soon I’ll have you turned into a proper little cock-pet.”

You want to run, but after what you’re body had just been put through, aching and screaming at you like it was your fault – you knew you wouldn’t be able to do much more than crawl, and something about the still fat cock resting its weight against Dr. Nanamis thigh told you he wasn’t done with you just yet.

“Give my cock some time to rest, and we’ll try it again later.” He confirmed your fears, still with his hand stroking your head like a pet at his feet. “Meanwhile, why don’t you tell me how your sweet pussy liked losing its virginity- and how this little face enjoyed getting its first-ever taste of cock and cum, hm?”

sequel

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[2kiran]

FRANCIS MOSSES 交易 ── `` DARK CONTENT﹕monsterfucking. top amab reader. doppelgänger francis. handjob. no protection + preparation. overstimulation. ✶ IN WHICH you unknowingly let the wrong francis inside.

the prospect of you being fired—or worse, being put in a cell—was incredibly likely. enthusiasm of the milkman’s arrival being your final entry request for the day lead to your upcoming demise.

it shouldn’t be on you, both the blame and responsibility. the given identity document had indistinguishable information, merely an artist’s mistake as you finally realize that his eyebrows were just a tad thicker. his eyes were a bit too lively for the real francis.

realization dawned on you a second too late as you feel cold, but strangely simultaneously familiar and unfamiliar hands grab you from behind. before you could reach the rotary phone to contact the D.D.D., he grabbed your wrist and spun your chair around to face him.

francis, or so you thought, had a gentle smile plastered on his face but you knew better to tell that his intentions were far from truly kind. “don’t tell me you were actually going to let them kill me,” your jaw tightened, gaze hardening into a glare. he chuckled, hands landing on the armrests, so dangerously close to yours that were balled in fists to prevent yourself from punching his face.

when you didn’t respond, he continued. leaning in as he shook his head with a scoff, “aw, c’mon. . .we both know that you’re too much of a good sweetheart, yeah? please don’t try that again.” his saccharine voice was improbable, a subtle take of a threat behind his tone.

“you’re gullible enough to think i’d do that for you.” the tension between you was palpable, a thin thread that threatened to break at the tip of his finger. his lips pouted, sadness in his untrue eyes. “me? but you’re the one who let me in here,” he laughed, tone rather arrogant, “and i should thank you for that.”

if he were the real francis, you probably would have been making out with him by now. this doppelgänger was awfully confident, you wish you could break him. see tears fall down to his round cheeks, lips trembling as pleas tumbled out of his pretty lips.

these thoughts were idiotic. but fuck, he was near enough to the milkman, the clueless neighbor who could care less about it all. “want me to spare you? or—” you cut him off, lips connecting with his. francis was surprised, but welcomed it nonetheless. his hand came up to your neck, sliding towards your hair. groaning as he gently, almost experimentally, tugged at it. tongue met tongue, a clash of saliva and mess. you bit onto his bottom lip, eliciting a soft moan.

“mmph, and here i thought you hated me.” he grinned, panting, “what gave you that idea?” you place a kiss on his chin, “because you tried to get rid of me, and the fact that. . .i’m not him.” grabbing his hips, he let out a yelp. he scrambled to hold onto your shoulders for dear life, gasping when he felt your teeth graze against his neck. “seems like i’ve struck a nerve, hu—haah, fuck!”

a lewd moan had escaped him, your teeth sinking into his flesh. it was far from gentle, biting him like you wanted to see him bleed. he was simply a doppelgänger that you stupidly let in, after all.

the pink muscle settled in your mouth lapped at the bite, cueing francis to whimper at the sensation. he moved closer on your lap, grinding against your crotch. the action could’ve been mistaken for something relating to a dog; for he seemed like a bitch in heat. quite uncharacteristic for his kind. “you’re pathetic, mosses.”

francis, beyond belief, was affected by the use of the stolen surname more than you anticipated. his hips trembled, “that’s, haah, not my fault. you made me like this. fucking a– ah! doppelgänger, really? they’d surely co– come for you next.” his cock twitched, spilling pre-cum that formed a wet patch on his boxers. you were a lowly human, another one to get rid of, so why does he feel this way?

silence was met with his words. not until you pull down his pants, taking off what was left until his lower half was bare to you. “oh yeah? you’re letting me fuck you,” your fingers wrapped around the base of his dick, giving a single stroke, “you’re not even trying to fight back against me, honey.”

he whined, beginning to selfishly rut into your palm. “what were you going to say?” francis doesn’t respond and you twist your wrist, a cry slipping from him. you asked on a whim, wishing to hear what he planned besides allowing you to carry on with your life. “i-i don’t know!” your thumb presses down on his slit, causing him to wrack his brain to remember. “ah, ah, i meant to ask if you wa- want me to kill you right he— hmmng!” his voice wobbled as if he was fearful, tears in his eyes and he’s suddenly ethereal.

“do you still want to do that? to end my life?”

“no, no, please, i didn’t mean it.”

you tease the vein that ran on his shaft, never failing to witness the face he makes when he’s within the depths of pleasure; of that high he never dared to reach. oh, if only if it was francis mosses. the real one, the one you’re so curious about, the one who your eyes like to linger on a bit too long for comfort. your pace picks up, palm slick with his pre-cum and the room’s sinful with his sobs and arousal.

francis moans under his breath, “i’m cumming-!” he warns a second too late, hips bucking as the familiar fluid splatters across your fingers. the doppelgänger was your very own legendary mona lisa with how his face is painted with all shades of red.

when you swipe your thumb over his tip, he swore he had a glimpse of the deity he didn’t have the conscience to worship.

beliefs were foolish; it was his opinion. with that, he thought you were the one insane. doppelgängers aren’t flawed with such imperfections like humans are. he didn’t need to be prepared for situations similar to this, and you used his inhumanity for your pleasure.

“ughm, agh!” you had wordlessly given your cock a few pumps, no more than that before slipping inside of his tight hole. the tiniest beginning of guilt threatened to engulf you with shame, but why should you allow it? his mere purpose and intention was to murder.

his hole spasmed around you, freely welcoming the intrusion. maybe they were quite useful after all. he whined, his insides tingling with the stretch. the doppelgänger has never felt so full, or genuinely anything, for that matter. “please—fuck, move already, damnit.” he, himself, was breathless.

how could you deny him?

your hands grasped his hips tightly, like you wanted to indent a marking into his flesh. cold emanated from your palms, contrasting to the heat licking at his cheeks. he’s lighter than you’d expect, hole gripping you as if he was a fleshlight. lifting him up, your tip was held onto. heavenly; as the way he wrapped around you was undeniably heavenly.

sensing his apparent impatience, you let him crash down on you. a broken gasp-of-a-moan occupied the air, globs of pre-cum building on his slit. “yeah, fuck me like that,” he breathed, instructions hazily clear to your sex-deprived brain. his ass slapped, slapped, slapped against you. shit, the D.D.D. surely ought to give you a punishment worse than death for this.

he clung onto you, both with his arms and entrance. you don’t think you could really get enough—as vague as this memory could get. your tip brushes against his prostate with each harsh thrust, slick sounds adding onto the cotton pressed into his little head, forming static and nothing else to focus on besides your cock pounding into him. “you’re liking this- ahngm! right? like how good i feel? haa, needed your dick in me s’ bad. . .”

he pushed his hips forward, grinding on your cock as he purposely clenched. “thaaaat’s it, sweetheart. think ‘m gonna keep you.”

yeah, let’s hope your neighbors forgive you for indulging in him.

masterlist﹒divider﹒artist kaworinx

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[ghosts-cyphera]

╰﹒ price's wife = the wife of 141

warnings/content: 18+! 141 x fem!reader. dubcon: sex under the influence of alcohol, unprotected sex, blowjobs, anal, mentions of cum and spit, male masturbation ??? just... everything, really. buckle up, besties. mdni!

being price's cute little tradwife would mean that he'd share you with the rest of 141, too. it wasn't his plan at first: he had never thought of it until he had seen the way that they had all looked at you. 

gazes lingering on your frame for just a while too long. tongues wetting their lips as they towered over you, grinning as you laughed, soft and sweet, at something they'd said. your eyes sparkling, your glossed lips tugging into one of those smiles that filled the pit of price's stomach with butterflies each time he saw it on your features.

you knew how to make everyone around you feel special, no matter if you meant to do it or not. and slowly but surely, they all had begun to ask about you: about whether or not you'd be joining them for drinks that evening. about your plans for price's vacation. 

"takin' our lass somewhere warm?" johnny grinned, wetting his lips. "send us boys a postcard or a picture of our bonnie layin' on the beach, will ye?"

where price had expected to feel a touch of jealousy, he instead found himself feeling something so much deeper. excitement; burn at the thought of them enjoying you just as much as he did.

you were good, and sweet, and kind.

your love was endless and unconditional: the type of love that healed wounds one didn't know they had in the first place. your lips soft, your eyes twinkling, your touch nothing short of damn heaven: a woman like you made to be loved by so much more than just a single man. 

so why not four?

and after months of watching their need for you grow day by day, price gave in.

inviting you to dance with the boys in your living room. grinning, as he encouraged ghost to draw you into his lap: to let his fingers play with yours as you drank yourself silly, your husband handing you a new glass each time you downed the previous one.

price humming with warm agreement, as gaz pulled you to him and let his lips ghost a kiss on your forehead. so soft and gentle, careful to not scare you off. 

though his permission for them to touch you had not been explicit, they'd all known: had seen it in the way that he had looked at you and them, brow raised in his amusement.

help yourself to her, lads.

and so, they did. 

you were so drunk that your words were slightly slurring: eyes twinkling as the three men were suddenly all over you. his little wife so confused, yet so happy—you always were when you were drunk. so gullible, so easy to influence.

the drunken words of encouragement from their lips tangled together: their hands suddenly all over you, nearly impossible to keep track of.

it was ghost who called you our darlin', wasn't it?

soap who promised to be so gentle with you, not wanting to hurt their little lass. wanting to make sure that you could take it all.

gaz whose hands were kneading your hips, as his lips brushed against your earlobe. 'gonna fuck you so good, love.'

your gaze searched for that of price, yet all he did was raise an amused brow with a cigar hanging from his lips. lounging on the couch of your living room, cock pressing against the soft material of his pants.

be good, his eyes told you. make your husband proud, bunny.

and so you did. working so damn hard on your knees: the three greedy men taking their time with you as they fucked your throat in turns, grinning as they watched your mascara run down your pretty little cheeks. price's little wife exhausted yet glowing: eyes looking up at them as they slapped their cocks against your cheeks and watched you suck and lick on their balls, drops of precum messing up your pretty hair. 

so fucking good for them, weren't you?

price's good little wife. 

their sweet little slut.

though your thoughts were clouded from the alcohol rushing through your system, your body responded in all the ways that you knew made price proud of you. your thighs glimmering with your arousal, your lips parting in the warmest and softest of moans and gasps, as their hands palmed your throbbing cunt and tore off your panties and dress.

so greedy in the way that they forced your breasts on full display. mouths and hands attacking your sensitive nipples: low, rumbling laughs making you clench your thighs together, as you struggled to stay standing from the way that they were passing you between the three.

faster than you understood, you found yourself perched up on the coffee table. on your hands and knees, eyes aligned with those of price, as his hand moved to your lips.

"spit, sweetheart."

you did: your brows furrowing as price used your spit as lubricant, his hand moving to his cock as he laid back on the couch and touched himself.

touched himself to the sight of his squad mates going to fucking town with you. a cock—whose, you did not know nor did it matter—sliding into your drenched cunt, merciless in the way that it stretched you wide and open with a single snap of his hips. another one at your mouth, pressing against it: sliding in, impatient, as soon as you parted your lips. burying itself deep down your throat.

"keep your eyes open, bunny," price groaned, voice touched with dark amusement. "the boys wanna see you when they fuck you, don't they? wanna see what a damn good woman they've got."

the tip of johnny's cock pressed against your second hole, and your eyes widened from the realization. 

"it's not her first time," price chuckled, eyes never leaving yours. "she's never taken one in each hole, but she can handle it. can't you, love?"

your brows knitting, you nodded your head. no use in trying to talk with gaz's cock pushing deeper down your throat—his fingers tangling in your hair, as johnny pushed in. 

inch by inch as you focused on your breathing: your eyes locked with those of your husband. and you managed. of course you managed. you were price's good little wife, and his good little wife was made for taking three cocks simultaneously.

was made for pleasuring his friends, now fucking losing it on you. fucking into you as you moaned and mewled: as you came again and again, shaking and sobbing around them. covered in your own arousal and their cum, their spit, and your tears of sheer overwhelming pleasure.

and as they were finally done, it was clear to all five of you.

by then, you were no longer the wife of captain john price.

you were the sweet little wife of the entire 141.

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