#his brain fucking SHORT CIRCUTS

[nanaslutt]

pls super nasty smut w todo where we are his favorite idol 🙏

Todo FUCKS and i know it………

contains: fem reader, fanboy!Todo, protected sex, quickie, hair pulling, dirty talk, rough sex, backshots, dacraphillia, using panties as a gag :3

MDNI

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Todo had been waiting for this moment his whole life.. he was finally going to meet his idol. The large man stood behind a group of shorter guys, all giggling as they watched you hug a sweet-looking fan. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest, he was so close he could smell your perfume. Just the annoyingly giddy group of boys in front of him and it would be his turn.

He had gone over this exact moment over and over in his head. You looked so pretty in your light pink dress, frilly thigh highs to match, that squished the fat of your thighs at the top, making his eyes roll back in his head in disbelief at how anyone could look so perfect. Todo had been a fan for years, he had watched every show you had been on, every special, he had seen every magazine, poster, and any form of media there was of you he had seen; he would like to own all of it but his collection was quite impressive already.

"Thank you for your support!" You spoke kindly, averting your body to shake hands with the boys instead of hugging them. You could tell he looked dejected, but the boy smelled like BO and you had noticed his lock screen when he went to take a selfie with you-- it was of a young-looking anime girl in a bikini.. not exactly the kind of guy you wanted up in your personal space, but by the way he gripped his hand and stared at it in awe when he walked away you could tell he was more than satisfied.

You sighed, growing tired from meeting all the fans, sure you loved seeing all their cute faces and tears of appreciation, some even bringing you gifts, but you had been standing in the same spot for almost five hours now, the heels you were wearing felt like they were slowly melting into your feet and becoming one with the skin. You looked over to your manager, keeping a faux smile on your face as you did so, but widening your eyes to let her know you were going to cry if you didn't get a break soon.

"U-um, H-hello my name is Todo Ali Its-" A deep voice broke you out of your silent plea to your manager, snapping your neck to behind you a man more than twice your size stood in front of you, fiddling with his hands in his pockets as he took everything in. You knew you had quite the male-dominated audience, but this man didn't fit the description for your usual fans.

He was handsome, extremely fit; so much so it looked like his pecs were going to burst through his shirt and you could faintly make out the indents of his abs; he smelled amazing, which was refreshing after all this teen boy musk, his voice sent tingles down your spine, and he hadn't immediately tried to touch you in some way when he stepped into your space. "Hi there big guy~" You responded, reaching your arm out to grab onto his bicep, stroking it friendly (also simultaneously trying to cop a feel.)

Todo blushed, you were touching him right now, not just touching him you were stroking his arm. He had to take a deep breath in order to not pass out. "I've been a fan for so long when I found out you were coming to Kyoto I-" Your giggles cut him off, your sharp acrylics lightly scratching down his arm as you pulled one of his hands out of his pockets and took it in yours; you couldn't help but notice how much larger it was than yours. "I'm so glad you came Todo~" You cooed, swinging your hips in circles as you looked up at him from under your lashes.

Todo froze, his face turning an even darker shade of crimson. He gulped, watching you caress his fingers with your smaller, more delicate ones. You were so much shorter in real life, the size difference between the two of you was making his brain short circut, and simultaneously all of the blood that was being drained from his head was getting sent to.. another head. "Y-yeah?" He replied, giving you a quick one over before he swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth.

A lightbulb went off in your head at that moment. This was a handsome man who looked to be about the same age as you, he looked like he could bend you in every way your body would allow him to, and you bet he wanted to, from the way he was blushing and shaking with adrenaline. He must've thought he was being sneaky when he would steal glances down the low cut of your dress that showed off a generous amount of your cleavage.

You're not sure where this sudden arousal came from. Maybe a combination of being an idol with such a strict team; never allowing you enough time to go on dates; your exhaustion, you were on your ovulation week.. and Todo had been the first person you saw today who was handsome AND didn't try to invade your personal bubble in some way; combined with all the other amazing things about him. You were about to go on a break anyways, this might just be perfect, you thought.

"Yeah~ It's so refreshing to see someone like you here, you're so handsome and you speak so politely ~" He felt his pants get tighter at the compliment, briefly looking down at them he prayed you wouldn't see the imprint through his pants. You looked around, making sure no one was close enough to hear before you leaned it, standing on your tippytoes you used one of your hands to steady yourself on his solid chest. Taking the thin material of his shirt between your fingers, you pulled him down so your lips were by his ear.

"To be honest, a lot of these guys are sooo creepy~" Todo could feel his heartbeat in his fingertips, the loud beat of his racing heart almost drowning out your sultry voice, "But you would never treat me like them.. would you Todo?" The man was sure he was at full attention down there, he tried to adjust his shirt subtly enough so you wouldn't see him while you were by the crook of his neck, but he was sorely mistaken. You grabbed his wrist, stopping him from covering the now very obvious tent in his pants.

From what you could tell, the outline looked huge, what about this man wasn't? You smiled at him, tipping your head to the side. "I've never done this before, but I think I like you Todo~" You spoke. The world seemed to slow down, everything around you besides your voice was drowned out in the man's ears as you spoke your next words. "I'm about to take a little break, wanna help me relax?" Todo swallowed, hard, before nodding his head and watching a sinister little smile appear on your face.

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"Fuck f-fuck Ohm-" A massive hand slapped over your mouth, muffling your loud cries. "Shhh pretty girl, stay quiet for me okay? Know you can." Todo cooed. Was this really the same man who was blushing and stuttering just a couple minutes ago when you finally met for the first time? He must've imagined the exact scenario before because he was fucking giving it to you.

Todo stood behind you, your back to his chest, arched agaisnt his pelvis as he fucked into you harder than anyone has. He had one hand wrapped around your body, rubbing your sensitive clit between his fingers and his other hand was pressed over your mouth. One of your hands was steading yourself agaisnt the sink ledge, the other gripping his wrist as you looked at him with teary eyes and scrunched eyebrows through the little bathroom mirror he was fucking you in front of.

Your panties had been pulled down your thighs hastily and stored away safely in Todo's pants. "That's a good girl~ Fuck, you look so pretty." He groaned. You watched his eyes look down between where the two of you were connected, shaking his head and his jaw dropping in a little o as he watched his thick cock split you open, your sore walls having to make quite the stretch to fit him inside. "Your pussy is eating me up-" He moaned, pulling his lip between his teeth as he gave you harsh thrusts, relishing in the loud squelches that met his ears.

"You needed this, huh?" He asked, bringing his eyes up to make contact with yours once more. You nodded against his hand, tears of pleasure falling down your face at the precision with which he was fucking straight into your sweet spot, making your legs feel like jello. Todo let up on your clit, his hand digging in his pocket briefly before he pulled out your panties. His hips stilled against your ass, burring his cock as deep as he could inside you as he released the hand on your mouth, brining the other holding your panties to meet your lips.

He balled them up before pressing them agaisnt you, "Open." He instructed. You were quick to follow, opening your mouth you let him press the fabric between your lips, the taste of yourself flooding onto your tongue when he used two fingers to push the fabric deeper into your mouth, making sure you would keep in in. "Good girl." His deep voice praised, making you giggle against the fabric. You were able to notice when all the motion from his thrusting ceased that he was shaking like a leaf.

You were wondering how he was staying so calm and composed, but in reality, he wasn't all that composed. Todo was grateful for the short break when he pushed your panties into your mouth; using them as a gag so he could use his hands elsewhere. Truthfully every time he looked into the mirror and caught your eyes on him he felt like he was going to cum, it was a miracle he was able to hold out for this long. The only thought keeping him going was not to embarrass himself in front of you, but god the though of cumming inside his favorite idol was right there on the forefront of his brain with it.

He pushed your lower back down into a mean arch, your forearms resting against the sink as you waited with bated breath for him to continue. He knew you didn't have a lot of time, so if he was going to bring it home soon he was gonna make sure you had the best orgasm on his cock before you went back out there. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, gripping strongly before he started fucking into you again, this time rougher and faster than before.

Immediately cries and muffled wines filled the room, more tears quickly welling up in your eyes as he bullied his cock into your tight cunt, yanking your head back by your hair to make your arch deeper. Surely he was messing up your hair, and your makeup would absolutely need a touchup, but you couldn't exactly find it in yourself to care at the moment. Todo's groans and heavy breathing into your ear was so erotic, making the coil in your stomach tighten with your impending orgasm.

"Fuck, I can't believe I have you on my dick like this." He breathed exasperatedly, his eyebrows scrunching together in pleasure. "And you're crying from it-" He finished, yanking your hair back, resulting in a loud wine from you, the fabric doing little to conceal that one. "Todooo~" You spoke his name through the fabric, the sound successfully reaching his dick, making it jump inside you. Todo grit his teeth, without a second thought he released your hair and ripped the panties out of your mouth, throwing them down on the sink.

He grabbed the side of your face, not letting up his incessant hips as he fucked into your sloppily, his hips losing rhythm, "A-again say my name again-" Todo begged against your lips, your skin grazing each other as your slack jaw moaned against his mouth. "F-fuck Todo!!" You cried, resulting in a groan from the man as he pressed your lips together, slotting his tongue with yours in a messy kiss, filled with lust and need. "Again." You heard him speak against your lips, his thrust speeding up, you felt your own arousal drip down your thighs.

"Todo-" thrust "Again." thrust "Fuck! F-fuuck! Todo I'm cumming, you're gonna make me c-cum!" You gasped into his mouth. He quieted you with his own, his moans increasing in volume as his own high rapidly approached him. At the exact moment, your jaw went slack against his lips as he felt your cunt squeeze him rhythmically, his own orgasm crashed over him. "C-cumming- f-fuck-" He pretended his cum wasn't currently filling up the condom he had on, and instead was shooting deep inside you, filling up your womb.

Your legs were shaking and wobbling as you came around him, his shallow thrusts working you through one of the most intense orgasms you've ever had. Todo groaned long and loudly against your lips, both of your jaws open and eyes squeezed shut as the two of you rode out the aftershocks of your orgasms together. The room was filled with your pants and gasps as the two of you frantically tried to catch your breath. "Fuck.. thank you, did so good, thank you," Todo whispered.

You turned your head forward once more, staring at Todo behind you, who currently had his eyes glued to your cunt as he slid his massive softening girth out of the comfort of your warm walls. You winced in overstimulation as he slid out of you, leaving your walls with a lewd squelch. "Sorry, are you feeling alright?" He asked, holding your hips in his large hands and rubbing the skin there. "I'm more than alright Todo, my legs are a little compromised but other than that I'm alright~" You reassured, rubbing your hand atop his, making his blush deepen.

The man looked back down between the two of you as he started pulling the used condom off of his cock, cringing at the feeling. "Todo." Your voice echoed into his ears, making him look up at you, blushing at the use of his name--he would never get sick of it. "I'm not leaving this room till I have your number in my phone." You said, picking up your cutely decorated phone from the sink in front of you and waving it side to side.

You've never seen someone nod so eagerly in your life, making you giggle. "Need to take care of you first." He said, kissing the back of your neck, throwing the tied condom in the trash by his feet before his hands started to make work on smoothing out your wrinkled dress. "Todo, I have an entire team out there for that, you can take care of me by putting my mind at ease and letting me know that this will happen again, by giving me~ your phone numberrr~" You drawled, turning your body around as he held your hips, your hand pressing the device into his chest.

The man hesitantly took your phone in his hand, staring at you with disbelief. You leaned into his large frame, pressing a kiss to his solid chest and making him gasp before you pulled back, bringing your hand up to his head to push away any stray hairs he had, "I like you, you better call me~"

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[jarofstyles]

Scarred

Harry and Y/N work at a haunted attraction together- but no one’s ever seen his face.

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Warnings- mention of scars, bullying, anxiety, mention of blood, exhibitionism hint, slight angst and fluff

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When Y/N had first signed up to be a scare actor, she had heard a lot of things.

Be careful of guests with fear aggression. You may get punched.

Do not take candy from guests, there was an incident. 

Go for the people who are acting like they are too good for it. They make the best scares.

But the one she had thought was the most amusing? 

Everyone is hooking up. Be careful who you choose. 

Y/N had no intentions of hooking up with anyone. This had been a side job, a side hustle if you will, some money to pay off bills and let her get a head start on holiday gifts. She’d never anticipated that a scare attraction would have the amount of drama or hook ups that she had been exposed to. It seemed like people paired off, even her friends she’d made that had warned her in rehearsal runs, had found people to fuck around with. She had no plans on doing anything with anyone- until she’d met Harry. 

They had been in full costume when she’d met him. Skull makeup skillfully painted on his face, hair slicked back and some fake blood trickling down his temple. It was also splattered on his white dress shirt and knuckles, as well as the large axe he dragged along with him to make sparks on the pavement. He had a swagger to his walk, a smirk on his face as he approached Y/N, eyeing her up and down. 

Her own costume was of a crazed vampire princess. An elvira adjacent dress with multiple rips, loads more fake blood on her dripping down her chin and smeared around her neck and hands. The choker holding a cross pendant had been his area of attack, gently tugging on it with a hum as he got into her space. Even with the red contacts in his eyes, she could read them well. It was hard not to. “Look at that….” he mumbled to her, their faces nearing as he lifted his hand to expose his cross tattoo near his thumb. “We match.” 

That had been it before he walked away that time, but it wasn’t the end of it. It was only the beginning. 

The first time they’d hooked up had been in an empty dressing room. Her face in his neck as he fucked into her, trying to hide her moans as he had taken her deep, her leg held in his hand as she was pressed against the lit table. He’d been filthy, whispering into her ear about how he would have done this out there if she had let him, how much he loved to feel her wrapped around him, his makeup smearing on her face and vice versa.

“There we go… what a tight little thing you are.” His breath washed over her lips, keeping their faces close. His cock had gotten deep in her, deeper than she had ever experienced without it being too much, and she had felt like he’d fucked her brain to mush. Repeatedly getting at her most sensitive spot, finding it and keeping right at it. 

“Found it, didn’t I? So responsive. Teased me all fucking night, didn’t you?” He held her throat despite it still being sticky with the fake blood, watching her mouth open and panting. Her fingers held to the edge of the table and her knuckles pale, the slight wobble of her leg still on the ground cluing him in. “Do you know what I wanted to do?” 

“What?” Y/N whispered. “What did you want to do to me?” She was desperate to know, not able to hide the desperation in the slightest with how well she was being fucked. 

“I wanted to bend you over that bench. Brushed my stomach with those fucking nails… saying ‘oops’, like you hadn’t meant to. You did, you little slut. Just like you meant to push that perfect ass into me when you felt me come up behind you.” He hissed, tightening his grip on her throat. “Should have lifted up your skirt and taken you there. You were soaked for me then, weren’t you?” His grin was wicked, making her brain short circut. He was fully done in makeup despite it smearing near his mouth, and there was something so erotic about being fucked by a man in disguise. 

“Fuck- more.” She pleaded, gritty voice gracing his ears along with her whimpers. His hand was wrapped deliciously around her throat and his fingers expertly pressing right against the sides, showing his experience and honestly, expertise at the art of erotic choking. “Spit- spit in my mouth, please? Please I just-“ she was cut off by his snicker.

“You’re filthier than I thought.” He laughed, watching in pleasured awe as her mouth opened and her tongue laid out, eagerly catching the string of spit as he messily gave it to her. She could feel his cock twitch in her as her eyes hazily looked up at him, swallowing it with a slightly deranged giggle. 

“So dirty.” Her voice wheezed, opening her mouth for more. “Give me everything. I’ll be good, just- I want it all.”

Harry had definitely followed through in that promise. Hell, the man made her cum twice that first time, gently helping clean her up before they’d gone their separate ways. 

Y/N had yet to see him without the face makeup on. She’d caught him without the costume and seen the gallery of tattoos he had inked on his skin, but he always beat her there and seemed to like the game of having seen her face without her seeing his. In some ways, it was like a bit of foreplay to them both. Y/N never knew she had a kink that was mask adjacent but here she was. 

He didn’t even bother taking it off at the attraction, rather driving home in full makeup. Her friends had said they’d never seen him without it either, but the only thing they knew was his real eye color was green. Harry was a bit secretive and apparently had never hooked up with anyone in the past, despite working here for the last 5 seasons. 

“He’s looking at you like he wants to eat you.” Kristen mumbled to her as they did their makeup next to one another. In the reflection she could see Harry standing in a group with some other scare actors, but his focus was on Y/N. Seeing her find his gaze in the mirror, he didn’t look away. Instead, he winked at her, continuing his observation. Y/N felt herself heat under her skin, shaking her head as her hand trembled slightly as she lined her lips. 

“I bet he does. Come on, how big is he?” Her friend hissed, trying to gain some sort of juicy tidbit she’d been holding off on. 

“Big.” Y/N laughed, placing the cap back on her lip liner. “I don’t know any more about him than you guys do. I know what car he drives, that he doesn’t have any social media, has green eyes and a big dick. But he’s still a gentleman above all else, he always walks me to my car. But that’s about it.” She wished she knew more. Having hook ups happen exclusively at work was hot, but she’d love to be on a bed. And not have to rush. 

“I think he’s actually into you.” Kristen muttered. “I heard he was asking around about you. He hasn’t asked me anything yet but he asked Lila if you lived around here or if you travelled.” 

Y/N’s brows furrowed, meeting Harry’s in the mirror yet again. He rose a brow in return, narrowing his eyes at her with his smirk. “I don’t know why he’s asking other people that stuff when he can just ask me.” She replied, going back to filling her lips in with the lipstick. It irked her a little bit, she couldn’t lie. Y/N had tried to get more information on him but he’d sort of froze when she tried so she respected it and didn’t bring it up again. 

“Maybe it’s because when you both are together you’ve got each other’s tongues down your throats.” Her friend snickered, making Y/N kick her shin. That got her to stop, but it didn’t make it any less true. It was real, she feared. Every night, since they were in the same scare zone, it was like foreplay when they walked by each other. His hand brushing her back or her arm, whispering something dirty to her as he passed by, or vice versa. But still. 

At the end of the night, when Harry popped up out of nowhere while she cleaned her bag, she felt his hands grip her hips from behind. Her costume had been hung up on the rack, leaving her in athletic shorts and her tee shirt as his fingers dipped under the waistband, pulling her back into him and letting her feel his cock. It was in his jeans, his black tank top exposing his tattoos yet again as she looked at the hands feeling her up. “Heard you were asking around about me.” She said simply, allowing him to touch as she zipped up her bag. 

“I was.” Was his answer, lips brushing over the shell of her ear. “Pretty little princess is a bit of a mystery. I’ve found the answers to be satisfactory, though.” He sighed, making her skin flood with chills as he kissed the delicate skin right behind her ear. Y/N found it hard to think when he touched her like this but it was hard to pull away when his touch was something she craved. Even in her day to day before she went to work, she thought about his mouth and his hands, How he tasted. She had bruises from him and they were constant reminders. 

“What answers did you find?” She asked, leaning back in his hold and letting her ass rub against his length. His nose exhaled a harsher breath at the action, hands tightening on her as he groaned. 

“Well.. You live around here. You’ve got a cat. Work full time. Know your age, know you like banana taffy which, in my humble opinion, is vile. But I don’t know enough. I want to know more.” His deep voice was hypnotic, making her want to spill her life story to him, but looking in the mirror to see his face still painted made her pause. 

“I’m the mystery?” She laughed. “You don’t let anyone see your face. All I know about you is your name, your car, that you like ACDC, and you’re good in bed.” She huffed, turning around to face him. His contacts were out and the mossy green looked down at her, a grin lighting up his features as he replied. 

“Good in bed, aye?” 

“Harry.” She deadpanned, crossing her arms. “I’m serious. I don’t know much at all. Is this something you want to keep just here? Cause I’m a little confused why you’re asking around and wanting to know more when you’ve never let me see you without the makeup on before.” She could see him sober a little bit, body stiffening a little when he could tell she was serious. “It’s like you make it a point for no one to see your real face, which, it’s cool if that’s a boundary but I feel a bit at a disadvantage when you’ve seen all of me and I’ve barely seen any of you.” It felt a bit ridiculous to say, perhaps she was overreacting but it was something that she felt. She’d felt there was a bit of an imbalance.

Harry was quiet for a moment, releasing her from his grip as he ran a hand through his hair. He seemed to mull over it for a moment, making Y/N hope she didn’t upset him but it was a conversation they’d eventually have to have. 

“I’ve never done this before.” He finally mumbled back. “I like this job because it lets me escape the day to day. The stares I get normally, it's the stares I want. I don’t- I don’t want you to feel disadvantaged because of it.” Obviously that bothered him. His brows were furrowed and his stance stiff, which she felt slightly bad for but it was simply the truth. It confused her a little bit, but he continued. “I just like what I’ve got going on here, and I don’t want people to look at me differently or anything like that. As for you, for us… I don’t want to keep it just here, but it’s the excuse I’ve got to keep the makeup on.” 

Now she was very confused. Looking at him with it written on her face, she placed her hand on his arm for comfort as she tried to get his eyes to meet hers again. “What do you mean?” She asked gently, trying to approach the subject delicately. It was relieving to know he didn’t want to only keep it here, but it made her concerned to know something was holding him back from showing her his face. “You know, if you show me your face I’m not going to tell anyone else what you look like. If you want privacy, I respect that. It's not my secret or face to share.” Y/N hoped he would know that even in the short time they’d known each other. 

“No, I know- I don’t think you would. I just worry because-” He obviously didn’t like talking about it and it made him uncomfortable, as this was probably the most they’d talked without slipping into something sexual, but he seemed to take her concern seriously. “I worry that you’re going to see me without the makeup and be repulsed or something. All of my exes, well both of them, they said they were okay with me and then it got too much when people stared at me and- fuck, okay….” He groaned, taking a deep breath. “I’ve got a massive scar going down the side of my face. Goes through my eyebrow, over my eyelid and down my cheek. Some skin is fucked up on the side too, s’textured- I was in an accident when I was younger and it fucked it all up.” He breathed, making Y/N’s heart ache. Once he started talking though, he was going and she didn’t want to interrupt, so she just slipped her hand down to hold his and nodded for him to continue. “I’ve grown up being called all sorts of shit and a monster- hell, even coming here to audition, they thought I was in some special effects shit. They were mortified when I told them it was just my face after they said they’d want to make it more gory, but… I come here in my makeup and no one sees the scar. They just see me and they think I’m attractive, and even if it's a little weird, I can anticipate the staring cause it’s not my imperfection. It’s anticipated. Dunno if I’m running my mouth for a stupid reason, but-”

“No. It isn’t stupid.” Y/N said firmly. “First, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that you had to go through that, had to be hurt like that, and had people who hurt you because they’re cowards and can’t deal with people staring at you. That’s bullshit and it pisses me off.” She huffed, obviously irritated. “But I am not going to be repulsed or horrified. I like what I’ve seen of you this far, didn’t even think I’d hook up with anyone here if I’m honest, but you are extremely attractive, Harry. I’m positive that once the face paint comes off, that isn’t going to change. Scar or not. It’s how you carry yourself, how you talk. How you touch.” Her other arm lifted to wrap over his neck, pressing her body into his own. “If you aren’t ready to show me, you don’t have to. I won’t ever make you show yourself here either.” She motioned to the room around them. “ I understand, having an escape from that must be so nice but… I promise you, I’m not going to run away just because of a mark on your skin. I like you from what I know so far- even if it isn’t a lot.” Her voice was tender, trying to convey just how much she meant it. It could be such a good thing, at least in her opinion. They had incredible chemistry and got on and she wanted to see how far it could take them. 

Harry took a moment to absorb what she said, nodding hesitantly before he pulled her back into an embrace. It broke her heart to feel his shaky hand on her back. He didn’t seem to be afraid of anything but this, working in a place built for screams and monsters, his real face was his secret. Y/N didn’t like that people had made him feel ashamed over something he had no control over. “I-I do like you.” He said quietly, chin on top of her head. “I was even worried, y’know, for after the season was over because I like how I feel around you, but I’ve been scared t’show you. If you really want to see…” He was a bit braver with her face tucked into his neck, her fingers stroking the hair peeking from his beanie that covered his head. “I think it could be cool if you came over t’my house.” 

“Yeah?” Her face brightened and Harry swore right there that it would make it worth it. The underlying anxiety was still there but hell, Y/N hadn’t even blinked at the idea he maybe wasn’t as attractive as she thought underneath the makeup. “Okay! When?” Her body bounced in excitement and it made the pressure on his chest lift just a smidge. 

“Uh- tonight? If you want.” He offered. “Or tomorrow, I’m not like, super bus- I write from home as my other job, and I do on the side too- so I make my own schedule, it’s really up to you.”

“I’d love to come tonight.” The excitement was audible in her tone, the more she spoke the less he felt anxious. “Let me grab my bag. Uh, why don’t you text me your address.” She suggested, pushing some of his hair back. “I’ll follow you there but in case we get lost.” 

“Course.” He went to take out his phone but was interrupted by a pair of petal soft lips connecting with his, making him abandon his plans and inhale sharply as he reciprocated the soft kiss. His hand on the side of her neck, pulling her back in when she went to pull away and making her giggle. 

“There will be plenty of that once we get there. Let’s get this show on the road, yeah?”

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Harry’s place was cute. 

In a row of condos, his was at the end and she could see a fence hiding what must be a hard. Long rather than wide, she was impressed immediately as she pulled up behind his car. He had already arrived but waited patiently at his front door, seemingly already put his stuff away. 

Y/N wanted to coo at the decoration of the front porch of his place. There were a few carved pumpkins, a spider web, and purple and orange string lights hanging on the banisters. He obviously liked Halloween but she got her explanation when she started up the steps. 

“Got a niece and I watch her for my sister sometimes.” He began to satiate her ravenous curiosity. Y/N was dying for any bit of information about him. “We uh, we had a pumpkin carving night with her and my mum.” There wasn’t any embarrassment which she loved. The man in front of her seemed to love his family with no shame and that was attractive to her beyond belief, her wide smile pairing with her nod. 

“You get cuter the more I get to know about you.” Being openly flirtatious wasn't her norm, no, but she wanted Harry to actually see she liked him. She was sensitive to his insecurities and wanted it undeniable that she was into him, which wouldn’t be hard to prove. She really, really did. “Though I’m sad I missed out. I haven’t carved a pumpkin in years.” 

Not wanting to be presumptuous, her bag was left in her car but… she definitely did want to stay for a while. 

“That’s awful.” He clicked his tongue. “If I had a spare, I’d remedy that but… maybe another night.” The hint towards having more time with her away from the attraction made her heart soar if she was being honest, but she tried to hold composure so her smile didn’t look absolutely insane. 

“I’m holding you to that.” She controlled her grin as he stood up, opening the front door for her. Immediately she was greeted with a comforting home. It was the exact opposite of what she had expected as a bachelor living alone. Photos of what looked to be his family on the walls, the odd art piece, a hanging rack with his keys and a few beanies and a sweater. He had a wicker shoe rack and a woven red rug in the entryway, stairs immediately to the left and what looked to be a dining room to the side. 

“I’m sorry for a bit of a mess. I don’t really have people over much, so my dining room is my work space and… yeah. It’s got papers and shit.” He rubbed the back of her neck. “My office got small and I like to spread out.” It was a cute little quirk that she found to be fucking endearing. Seeing the neat stacks of paper and his laptop, what looked to be a light box? She wasn’t sure, but she thought she recognized it. He had a knit cardigan hanging off the back of a leather office chair on wheels, softening the look of it and making her wonder what he was like outside of work even more. He seemed to be… soft. 

The house smelled like apples and cinnamon and she saw a wax melter thing as they walked through and he led her towards the living room, a step down to the space from the kitchen. Hardwood covered in a few different rugs that should look bad but didn’t. They all fit somehow, even on top of one another. A soft looking couch and giant bean bag looking thing were there too, making her wonder which he preferred to sit in. 

“Can I get you something to drink?” He asked, standing with his hands behind his back. A slightly nervous thing he did. “I’m gonna go uh, take the makeup off.” It broke her heart to see his nerves come back like that. Her hand gently tugged on his arm, trying and succeeding to pull his hand into her own. 

“I’m fine for right now but, I just wanted to remind you that I do like you already. I want to get to know you, to see your face. Okay?” Her thumb brushed over the back of his hand, noting his knuckles were still split. He’d blamed it on the gym. “I know it’s still scary but believe me when I say that you aren’t going to scare me away, and I’m not going to tell everyone what you look like. You’re safe with me.” 

Her reassurance seemed to do a lot, his head falling from his stiff shoulders and looking at his feet as he sighed. Of course he was riddled with nerves. The one girl he actually liked had never seen him without his so-called mask, and he knew he could look jarring to people who weren’t prepared- but there was no use in wasting time. 

“Alright. I trust you.” Weirdly enough, he actually did. 

-

Hearing Harry’s return down the stairs, Y/N sat up a bit straighter. He’d been gone for about 10 minutes, 15 maybe. She tried to distract herself on her phone but it would be a lie to say that it worked. Her own nerves were acting out. Her biggest fear was reacting in a way he perceived as negative. He was trusting her with this, and she really didn’t want to fuck it up. 

Y/N had no idea what to expect besides a scar.  So seeing his face for the first time had really thrown her for a loop- because the scar held the least of her attention. 

Harry was hot. Handsome. Attractive. Every word you could use to describe a god of a man, that’s what she would use to identify him. 

His hair that was usually slicked back had been washed clean, damp waves falling slightly in his face. Paler skin than she had imagined, but it was still beautiful. His nose was on the bigger side like she preferred. His jaw and cheeks sharp, carved to perfection. If she could have compared him to anything it would be one of those Greek statues, or maybe what she had always imagined Apollo to look like. His skin was smooth and it looked soft, sans the slight stubble on his chin and around his mouth- she was familiar with that, though. So were her thighs. 

His eyes looked even greener like this, not hidden behind the elaborate makeup. His lashes were still slightly clumped together from the shower, and by the time he had hesitantly sat in front of her, she was itching to have the eyes look up and back into hers. 

The scar was noticeable, yes. It went down his face as he had previously described, the pinker skin with some puckering trailing down his left side. It made her heart hurt to know that this was the cause of his insecurities though, because honestly? In her opinion, it didn’t take away from his beauty. 

It wasn’t often that she would describe a man as beautiful, but he truly was. Her words escaped her for a moment, but as soon as she had a coherent thought, she took a breath. “Harry….” She began to reach a hand up before pausing. “Can I?” Motioning to his face. He hesitated before nodding, leaning forward. 

Her hands cupped both of his cheeks, looking over his face with a saccharine smile, feeling the heated skin under her fingertips as she traced over the raised skin. “You are absolutely fucking beautiful.” She mumbled. “Wow. You had nothing to worry about because… I’m a little shocked at how attractive you are. Knew you would be regardless but I'm kind of in awe of you.” She laughed, making him smile. She could feel it under her hands, pulling one away to make a discovery. 

“For fucks sake! You’ve got a dimple too?” She whined. “That’s unfair. You should get to choose between chiseled features and dimples.”

Harry was flushed, but he joined in her laughter. There was no part of it that felt inauthentic. A bit of him felt silly, actually, with seeing her react so well. He’d worked himself up, gotten so anxious and upset over the prospect of her seeing him and being horrified that he had almost denied himself of getting to know her deeper. 

“Yeah?” A shy tone tinged his voice making him want to cringe, but he truly was slightly shocked at how well she took it. 

“Yep.” She chirped, climbing into his lap, helping herself to him. His hands went around her body as she took a closer look at him, seemingly enjoying what she saw and it made him a little flustered. The look in her eye was of genuine desire and attraction, the same if not more intense from when she had flirted with him at work. It wasn’t a reaction he was used to- or one he really looked for. “Harry… can I be honest?” 

His stomach dropped to his feet, terrified for a mere moment before she continued at his jerking nod. “I think people stare at you because you’re fucking hot.” The blunt words were not at all what he expected, eyebrows shooting up at the opinion of hers. That’s… certainly not what he had thought she would say. “I’m serious. I’m kinda drooling over you. I have and do when you’re in your costume cause, duh, but you’re genuinely one of the most attractive people I’ve ever seen. And the scar…” her finger ran over it on his cheek. “It’s part of you. It’s attractive. To me, and I’m sure many others.” Her mouth turned downwards for a second. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m not trying to erase the trauma you had to endure from growing up with it. I’m positive people have bullied you and said horrific things. But I just think… more people probably find you attractive than you realize. And your ex girlfriends are absolute fucking morons, no offense.” 

The passion in her last statement had him sputtering out a laugh. She truly meant that! “I can’t say that’s the reaction I expected but, it’s better than I hoped.” He admitted, arms looped around her waist. Her eyes were drinking him in and admiring him, something he wasn’t used to. Maybe she was right about that, but he was used to and conditioned to believe his scar was ugly. Her approval wouldn’t necessarily fix that overnight but it definitely gave him a confidence boost. 

“I’m sorry I hid from you.” His voice was quiet, letting her explore his face. “I really… I really liked you and I was so scared that it would scare you off. I got in my head about it. I don’t like being known as the ‘scar guy’ when there’s a lot more to me but I knew that if people at work knew what I’d look like they’d see me as that.” Which, it was understandable. Y/N seemed to get it, nodding along in support. “I don’t think I’m ready to show my scar there. I kinda of like being someone else there, but…” he licked over his bottom lip. “I'd like for you to see the real me. If that’s something you’d still be interested in.” 

“Of course it is, Harry.” She insisted. “I’m only more into you now. Don’t get me wrong, your makeup is sexy and I love your persona there but… you’re right. There’s so much more to you that I’m dying to learn.” Her fingers pushed his damp curls from his eyes, exposing his face and tipping it up so she could brush her lips against his scarred cheek for a soft peck.  “So let’s start. Tell me who you are.”

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[w0rmm1lk]

May I request the class 1A boys (if u write for multiple in the same fic) reacting to their gn! S/o (who’s normally insanely calm and patient) finally snapping and ends up nearly killing a villain? Like reader snaps during a fight against a villain or smth because the boys (seperate but yk) got hurt and stuff? Sorry if this doesn’t make much sense, I suck at explaining things 😭

hi! i didnt end up doing all the boys but I did the ones I think I would b able to write for best hehe, for future posts probably gonna limit it to 5 characters per post!

characters: Tenya Iida, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Mezou Shoji, Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya.

reader: Gn

summary: the very well known 1a student (reader) who is known for being calm and understanding almost fucking kills someone.

warnings: blood mentions, near death experience, swearing, injuries.

other details: 1A!reader, reader quirk not mentioned but they use their bare fists to beat the shit out of the villain, villain is not any specific one.

👓Tenya Iida👓

👓- Iida was fast but damn the villain was faster.

👓- this resulted into iida now basically completely motionless on the ground yet still concious.

👓- usually if it was any of your other friends you would just take a deep breath and anylis whats going on to make sure things are delt with properly.

👓- but that iis not the case this time.

👓- it was almost like something snapped.

👓- nobody could actually figure out how you managed to catch the villain, especially with their speed.

👓- but bystanders were more focused on the fact that you were now repeatedly slamming their face into the sidewalk.

👓- honestly a miracle the villain survives that shit, but they 100% had brain damage afterwards.

👓- normally iida would step in but he could only really stare at you.

👓- partly due to the shoock, but also the fact that he straight up couldn't move from his injuries.

👓- after everything calmed down and iida recovered he gave your ass a huge lecture.

⚡Denki Kaminari⚡

⚡- he was shocked.

⚡- pun intended but also he was just straight up in shock.

⚡- first off, surprising he got these many injuries without short circuting.

⚡- guess his training rlly payed off.

⚡- well at least his quirk training.

⚡- thinks its sick as hell how you just beat the shit out of the villain.

⚡- their face will never be the same again.

⚡- hes kinda into it tbh.

🪨Eijiro Kirishima🪨

🪨- literally just makes the :o face

🪨- this man got one hit that actuqally injured him at you just cut loose.

🪨- he felt like not even he could do that much damage in unbreakable. (he totally could do worse but hes just having a moment leave me alone.)

🪨- aftwards will literally beg you to spar with him.

🪨- unfortunatley never gets to fight you while ur that pissed off.

🪨- honestly when he saw how beat up the villain was he thought that it was bakugos doing for a hot second.

🐙Mezou Shoji🐙

🐙- the way you reacted to him getting hurt lowkey reminded him of dark shadow during the training camp.

🐙- very similar situation tbh.

🐙- it was just one of his extended limbs that got injured, yet you reacted as if he had just been decapitated.

🐙- froze up for a second when he watched you just immediately run up to the villain you have been fighting for at least an hour and just absolutely demolish then within a few minutes.

🐙- had to restrain you a bit to stop you from actually murdering them.

🐙- was a little shocked at the sudden swap oof personality for that short time but was more focused on stopping you from being charged with murder.

❄️Shoto Todoroki🔥

❄️🔥- ^that face.

❄️🔥- like that is just his reaction tbh.

❄️🔥- i mean its not everyday you see the person thats just a slightly more emotionally available version of you almost kill someone.

❄️🔥- especially over a small cut.

❄️🔥- the cut wasnt even caused directly by the villain, it was a broken piece of glass that was flying around with other debri./

❄️🔥- i mean-- at least you caught the villain?

❄️🔥- and almost killed them.

❄️🔥- along with free medical debt.

❄️🔥- or no medical debt?

❄️🔥- idk how that stuff works in japan bruh.

💥Katsuki Bakugo💥

💥- fight me all you want but

💥- he just straight up finds it hot.

💥- like if you look close enough this mf is blushing.

💥- who knew that the one time someone makes bakugo blush is his partner attempting murder.

💥- originally wasnt going to hold you back.

💥- the longer he watched you beat the shit out of this guy he started to genuinley think you were going to kill them.

💥- once everything settles down you started back to you normal calm persona.

💥- bro was just like ????

🥦Izuku Midoryia🥦

🥦- panic.

🥦- like you dont even have to look at him, you just need to be near him and you can basically feel how panicked he is over this.

🥦- lots of panicked words, you can barely even tell whats he's saying through the rage but also the pure speed he's speaking at.

🥦- few words that were mostly intelligable you could tell he was saying you should stop.

🥦- even if you wanted to stop your body wouldnt let you.

🥦- ended up needing to use blackwhip to get you off.

🥦- not that it did much being the villai already had a broken nose and multiple broken ribs.

🥦- probably missing teeth aswell.

🥦- izuku is lowkey terrified to somehow piss you off now.

theyre all a little short but i think I slayed

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha x gn!reader #mha x gn!reader #iida x reader #denki x reader #shoji x reader #kirishima x reader #izuku x reader #todoroki x reader #x gn reader

[prismatica-the-strange]

Smut! This is smut! 18+ only!!!

Eddie is absolutely a sub leaning switch, and he loves being subby for you.

But sometimes he will just push you down into the mattress, pinning you down with his weight, and fuck you.

And it's not even a dominance thing.

Sometimes he just gets so needy that, if given the proper opportunity and consent, he'll take what he needs.

Laying his body on top of yours, arms wrapped around the back of your thighs, pulling them apart so he can sink deeper into you.

And he's desperate about it. His hips snapping into you so fast before just harshly grinding against yours because you feel so perfect and he doesn't want to leave your heat.

Whining into your neck the whole time. Whimpering thank yous and pleases.

And even in that moment where he was so desperate to fuck you and cum, he needs to make you cum first. Needs to feel your hands pull at his hair, to hear you gasp his name, to feel you clench around him. Needs it like oxygen, before he could even imagine cumming.

And when you do his jaw goes slack as he let's out the most pathetic whining moan as he ruts into you faster. Breathy mixes of your name and pleases falling from his tongue begging you for nothing and everything at the same time.

And if you tell him 'inside' and pull him so close and tight he couldn't get away (as if he'd try) his entire brain will short circut for a moment before he looks up at you with big eyes.

"B-b-but-"

"Be a good boy and fill me with cum," you coo, cutting off whatever half-hearted objection he was trying get out. And it works.

If you thought he was a desperate mess before, he's a new level of beast now.

Breath and body trembling with every thrust, big wet kisses and bites on any skin he can reach, big hands pushing your legs back as far as they can physically go.

Then he goes completely rigid, your name a strained cry as his orgasm hits him.

His entire body turns to jello and he just shudders in your arms as you stroke his hair.

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#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x reader #eddie munson smut #Eddie Munson x reader smut #prisma writes

[milkiematcha]

jeno size kink ?? where he doesn't realize how big he really is compared to you until he saw you only wearing short shorts or panties and his favorite black plaid flannel shirt, how it's big on you and reaches until your mid thighs ... he just got really turned on, he tells you to keep on his flannel shirt as he rails into you

absolutely in love with this idea anon you're so smart

it started with just holding your hand, honestly. like, your hand looks so dainty and small in his and he just thought it was so so so cute. but something absolutely snaps in him when you change into one of his shirts for a movie night with the dreamies and it absolutely drowns you.

he didn't know what he thought you'd look like, but the flannel shirt hits a few inches above your knees and the sleeves are drowning your hands. he can't even see if you're wearing shorts or nothing under the shirt and he really doesnt care because his brain has short-circuted. he'd get this look in his eyes like he wants to destroy you, and having you curled up in his lap really doesn't help him hide his boner.

and after what felt like hours of torture with you shifting around in his lap, the flannel riding up just enough to show a bit of your inner thigh, and the way you curled into his body at every single scare, he is absolutely ready to fuck your brains out. about halfway through the movie, he scoops you into his arms and carries you into his room, claiming you were drifting to sleep and needed to get to bed but everyone can tell he just wants to wreck you.

he'd pull your underwear off so desperately you're surprised you don't hear a rip, and immediately want to taste you. and almost like you're trying to turn him on more, you try to tangle your fingers in his hair but end up barely able to grip a few strands because of how the sleeves cover your fingertips. and when he finally fuck you, the same happens when you try to hold onto his shoulders and it just drives him crazy. the sight of you, your cheeks flushed and pretty moans escaping your lips while you hopelessly grip at him, his hand curling around your tiny little neck makes him absolutely rabid.

the dreamies pretend they didn't hear anything.

anon ily for this ask i had such fun writing it!! i was so close to just writing a mini fic with a bulge kink(jeno bulge kink anyone?? no? just me?) but alas time is a cruel mistress and it kinda late. i hope you liked it!!

#lee jeno smut #jeno smut #nct smut #nct dream smut

[lewvithur]

happy holidays and merry christmas @robozombii ! i am your holiday spirit this year!

tbh i saw the words lovecore vithur and my brain short circuted. then i started combing through pinterest looking for all of the fashions that i could call lovecore. but i was also on a bit of a 90s kick so i put a dash of that in there. an early draft of this had arthur with butterfly clips in his hair, but i couldn't make it work for the life of me. i also took your nblw angle on it because sapphic vithur is so galaxy brain i am upset i didn't think of this sooner.

also here's a speedpaint!

bonus under the cut!

originally i was gonna draw a bunch of vintage/lovecore themed items surrounding them ie red rotary phones, love shaped candies, pink casette tapes, but it didn't look right so i gave up on the idea. but then i saw an episode of the simpsons and decided fuck it let's draw this little extra image

#msaholidayspirits2023 #mystery skulls animated #msa #arthur kingsmen #vivi yukino #msa arthur #msa vivi #vithur #robozombii #msaholidayspirits #my art

[silentmoths]

I don't think u've ever written for kazuha but if u're interested, would love to read some kazuha x afab tall reader, prof/student but make it prof reader for a change 🦦, maybe mommy kink?

It's me, crawling out of my hole, hello friends!

Im slowly trying to work my way through my current asks before I open my askbox again, and I'm also looking to try out a few different...idk styles??? i guess for these.

this one was worked on over the span of a few weeks when I had the time/motivation so it's pretty stock standard moth.

Kazuha X Afab (fem pronouns) Reader.

NSFW

College/Modern AU, Teacher student, mommy kink, Age gap, mostly just foreplay lmao.

"Please...please let me..mommy-"

fuck.

How in the hell was this happening to you? Backed into your own desk, by your own student.

Kaedehara Kazuha, one of your best english students.

You'd been teaching him since his freshman year, and now here he stood at a senior, about to graduate, pushing you against your own desk and leaning forward, arms pinning you in place as you stare down at him.

"K-Kazuha you know this is- mmrph..." You attempt to stammer, but he quickly pushes up, meeting your lips with his own, this was not the first time he'd done this today, it's exactly how you'd ended up in this situation. You'd brought him here to scold him, to repremand and remind him that he was still your student.

Had your fondness for him really been this obvious?

But the moment that word dropped from his lips, it felt like your brain was short circuting, and he catches it just as quickly, using it to his advantage as he herded you back here into your spot.

Mommy.

It shouldn't have made you as horny as it had...perhaps it was the way he said it? the desperation and adoration all rolled into one? It leaves your head light and your knees weak.

Weak enough for his gentle hands to pull them upwards resting them around his waist as he snaps his hips forward and oh-

oh he was very hard.

"Please Mommy...please can I? I've been so good for so long...your favorite student..please let me..." his words are a mere whisper, reverent as his hands roam your body, tugging at your sweater so they can delve beneath to feel your skin.

gods how long had it been since you'd last been intimate? let alone with someone who was already worshipping you like a godess?

With each pleading whisper, each grind of his hips, your resolve crumbles.

"F-fine..but you...you have to be a good boy, alright? quick, and quiet, yeah?"

Immediately his eyes shine with hope and adoration, he nods and leans forward to catch your lips, deeper this time, his tongue licking it's way into your mouth and stealing the air from your lungs. Agile fingers making quick work of your pants, popping the button and pulling the zipper, only then does he pull away, long enough to de-robe you from the waist down, opting to simply push your sweater up, your bra as well as he admires your body in a way you're not sure you've felt before.

it leaves you feeling a little shy, especially when his gaze lands on the slick mess between your thighs.

You say nothing, even if you could think of any words, the look he gives you steals any air he'd left in your lungs.

Kazuha was the kind of student who made you think, made you ponder. You thought you knew him, his nuances and his quirks; but everything you thought you knew about your student? yeah, that goes flying out the window the moment he touches you properly; fingers sliding across your already aching core. He know's what he's doing, experimenting first with a single finger, then another as his thumb rolls sinfully across your clit, pulling lewd noises from you, ones quickly muffled by the back of your hand.

You feel his free hand brace you as he slowly leans you back, laying you out across your own desk.

"you're so pretty." he murmurs reverently as he pulls your legs up onto the desk with you, resting his cheek against your knee, his gaze was so soft and full of affection, it was almost disctracting enough for you not to notice the two fingers he works into you, almost.

"K-kazuha... c'mon..." it's difficult to form words when your student is busying himself pulling you undone with startling speed, perhaps it had just been that long? or perhaps he was supremely talented?

Both, it was probably both.

It becomes harder still to keep your own noises in check, opting to bite down on the collar of your sweater, still trying to keep an ear out for anyone who might suddenly barge into your office.

what were you going to do in that situation anyway? there was no way you'd be able to cover up in time.

You're brought crashing back to reality when you feel his cock grinding against your poor, abused clit, mere moments after removing his fingers, covered in an embarassing amount of your own slick, even more embarassing as he brings those fingers up to his lips and sucks them clean with a smile. It has you squirming, but unable to escape as his free hand holds your hip firmly.

You want to tell him to hurry up, to get this over with so you can go back to scolding him; but his previous minstrations had left you so wound up, so close to the edge of orgasm that all you felt was that desperate want, the depraved need to finally cum. It's enough to have you buck your hips with a pathetic whine.

"C'mon...please.. Kazuha..."

His beautiful red eyes spark with a hint of mischief as he rests his cheek on your knee again, slowly rolling his hips through the slick mess between your legs. Tilting his head with a curious stare.

"Mmh?"

This boy was going to kill you, he has you gritting your teeth. You knew of course, knew what he wanted you to say, what he wanted you to tell him...but goddamn if the words werent hard to produce.

"I...f-fuck me...please.."

For the first time ever, you see Kazuha smirk, licking his lips, and for a moment he looks near predatory.

"anything for you, mommy."

#Genshin Kazuha #Kazuha smut #Kazuha x reader #silentmothasks #silentmothwrites

[sebsxphia]

How do u think bob's dirty talk goes👀

cracks knuckles. let’s get into this.

I think he would be very encouraging and praising, soft!dom through and through. I don’t think he would ever be derogatory towards you though. Please see below examples 😏

“Good girl.”

“You’re doing so good for me, you can do it, Darlin.’”

“You look so fuckin’ good riding my thigh right now.”

“Fuck sweetheart, you take me so well.” And to that you’d reply, “thank you Lieutenant.” And his whole brain would short circut, his thrusts getting harder, hands gripping onto your thighs so much it would nearly bruise.

“I told you sweetheart, if you kept parading round the house in no clothes, I was gonna fuck you.”

Bobs end goal is to make you scream, and he loves hearing the noises you make, and the fact he fucks you so good you can’t string a coherent sentence together, therefore his dirty talk goes hard to keep encouraging you.

thank you so much dear anon! 💌 this made my brain spin!! if you have any suggestions pleaseeeee lemme know!!

#💌you’ve got mail #bobfucks #bob fucks #bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd #bob floyd

[yan-sideblog]

(if you are uncomfortable with writing spicy content no worries :^3 ) Buuut-how would 80s camp AU!Jack react to Y/N talking in their sleep? Say they’re having a rather lewd dream about a certain roomie of theirs? 👀

Now Jack is a firm believer of getting to sleep at a reasonable hour so under normal circumstances he wouldn't be up past midnight.

Unfortunately he had to sneak off after his sunshine fell asleep to handle a minor. . . inconvenience.

Once he gets back to his room he's not really surprised to see they're tossing around a little 'probably having a good dream' he thinks.

'Maybe it wouldn't hurt to stay awake a little longer.' he did like to watch them sleep.

It starts with them letting out an embarrassed whine & burying their face in their pillow.

He also notes their ears seem flushed which piques his interest from where he lies in his own bed.

"Ngh not here. ." their voice came out more breathy this time and, when their head lols over he puts the pieces together.

Flushed face, embarrassed expression, breathy whines and the way their legs seem to clench together under the thin blanket.

'Oh they're having THAT kind of dream.'

To say he was thoroughly invested was an understatement. After all this is the first time they've had a dream like this.

'I also need to make sure it's not about somebody else here.'

So he continues to watch as their breathing gets heavier and their face morphs into the most delightfully lewd expressions.

As for Jack he definitely found this to be a turn on.

One of their hands fists in the pillow as their head arches back, the other grasping at mattress beneath them.

The next words come out as a quiet moan and he swears his brain short circuts "fuck. . jack".

And just like he's hard as a rock.

'Now that's a very pleasant surprise' he muses.

He opts to wait until they've settled down to go off somewhere to tend to his now aching dick.

'After all i wouldn't want to risk waking them up.'

He also wouldn't dream of doing anything to them in their sleep without their consent.

So he waits while they continue to twist, sigh & let out near incoherent murmurs before finally settling down after a short while.

'I can't wait to see those reactions from them while they're awake.'.

Once he's sure they're all settled down he decides to head off to tend to his excitement.

Though not before walking over to place a soft kiss on their forehead "I love you so much my sunshine.:

The next day it's guaranteed he'll be more touchy & prone to teasing than usual.

Especially since, if their flushed cheeks & inability to look directly at him is anything to go by, it seems like they remember their dream from last night.

#jack #something's wrong with sunny day jack #sunny day jack #swwsdj #sdj #sdj headcanons #sdj 80s camp au #glitt3rh3ll #yan-sideblog

[averagegtenjoyer]

GOOPKIRA ANON, BACK AT IT AGAIN. It's duo serotonin time

You see. The thing is, this Akira has a severe THING about being seen as "scary" or "creepy" because of his backstory. But this is about the PROGRESSION. The SPIRAL. I just imagine that he realizes that HIS shadow is doing this, at first has the crisis of "oh SHIT this Palace is so fucked because it's also MY Palace. WAIT I HAVE A PALACE??", then also being like OH FUCK when he sees the carnage or maybe his actual shadow on a rampage, and THEN we get to the GOOD stuff.

You see, he is simply mentally ill enough to genuinely consider and go through with the following actions (see platonic yandere and god complex). He basically just ends up convincing himself to fuse with his shadow to BECOME THE KAIJU. Now that I think about it he WAS probably secretly convinced by the shadow itself since it's HIS and from HIS brain. He looks down to see that everything is just all so tiny, and just gets a RUSH. He's finally got the power he KNOWS he deserves, and destroying ANYTHING that gets in his way is nothing new.

NO BECAUSE THE THING THAT'S HILARIOUS IS THAT THIS AU SPECIFICALLY TAKES PLACE IN ROYAL AND THE SCENE IN THE INTRO WHERE EVERYONE IS BIG AND SMASHING BUILDINGS. ITS NOT SO FUN NOW IS IT??

You see, this au is PRIME for fearplay because it's a self aware au, meaning that the main cast all wake up to the fact that they're in a game and are fully cognizant of the person playing it, can see them, hear them, etc. Anyways, Akira is SEVERELY attached to the player, who has actually just been in a constant, progressive state of mental breakdown since the middle of Kaneshiro's Palace because context, and he doesn't want them to leave the game once they're in. They gave him his friends, his first adventure, a sense of purpose, and then when they were done doubled back to give it to him AGAIN. He finally has them to be his friend, too! It doesn't matter that he has to snatch them up while they try to run away screaming, he'd actually kind of like turning the tables on the player after serving as he game's protagonist. They're HIS now, HE'S the one in control. And NO SHIT they're terrified, they've had their entire reality upended and now are helplessly squirming in Akira's hand (they found him scary enough when he was NORMAL sized).

Just IMAGINE being in their position rn, running into Shibuya square with the rest of the Phantom Thieves, you just hear a massive crashing sound and the ground RUMBLES. People are screaming, running, and you turn a corner to see this monstrous, TOWERING version of Akira with the widest, most unhinged grin you've ever seen, and then he SEES YOU. His face seems to light up in the most horrific way possible. In one step, he's close, and the entire group just runs. It's a dead sprint, and you can't keep up. The massive hand comes down, and you're caught.

I WILL SEND MORE LATER I GTG

Please everyone read this whole thing i feel like im going to explode i cant speak i cant think im in awe of this whole thing my brain is short circuting thank you goopkira anon for another massive brain thing for me to think about on loop for the next 14 days

#asks! #persona 5 g/t #goopkira anon tag

[leverage-ot3]

parker: let’s play 21 questions, you start

eliot: okay, hardison, what’s your favorite color?

hardison: triangle. are you into men?

#eliot: uH #parker before he could even say anything: cool. have you heard of polyamory? #eliot: uHhHhH #his brain fucking SHORT CIRCUTS #eliot is like brain.exe not working #eliot: THIS IS NOT A DISTINCTIVE FLIRTING STYLE HOLY FUCK #eliot: this is diSTINCTLY MAKING ME FEEL THINGS #parker and hardison: so triad or nah #eliot just relaxes because they’re chaotic and of course they would propose a relationship this way because that’s totally THEM #and he’s just so besotted and like yeah that checks out #that he just sighs and nods and they all hug and maybe smooch a little #also #eliot already knows their favorite colors he’s just humoring them for the game #hardison is a bisexual disaster and you cannot pry that away from me #parker is also a bisexual chaos demon #I love my bisexual babies #leverage ot3 #eliot spencer #alec hardison #parker #leverage #parker x hardison x eliot #shitposts #leverage humor #humor #memes #leverage memes #incorrect leverage quotes #incorrect quotes #mine

[rebubblingishti]

yes yes “narrative benefits” blah blah “character development” blah blah “storytelling”

but consider this:

I DONT FUCKING CARE HAHAAAAAAA

#this is only abt mirio getting his quirk back #hes too fucking cool to not have them back. how he uses it is too fucking cool. #my brain saw cool powers and short circuted and and i will not apologizehfhknhuu #besides its not like horikoshi has the storytelling skills to write the alternative right anyways #the reality is that if horikoshi were capable of writing a quirkless hero izuku wouldnt have one for all ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #my hero academia #my hero academia spoilers #ishti says a thing

[thornsnvultures]

quickie ♡

Jake Jensen x fem!Reader

summary: Jake only has a few minutes with you before he has to get back to business.

warnings: oral sex, fluffy puppy Jake, I just realized this is the second fic I wrote where y/n cockwarms Jake while one of them plays video games....I'm not gonna think too hard about that and neither should you lol

Words: 800+

a/n: not beta read, if you see a mistake no you didn't 👀, reposted from my old blog, comments are much loved and appreciated!, be kind 🥺

18+ BLOG, MINORS DNI. IF YOU INTERACT AND YOU DON’T HAVE YOUR AGE VISIBLE ON YOUR BLOG YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. 18+ BLOG, MINORS DNI.

Okay but like can you imagine,

You’re sitting in bed reading a book you’ve been meaning to read for a while, finally settled in after a long day. All of a sudden your golden retriever of a boyfriend has bounced on the bed on top of you asking what you’re reading.

“Oh my god, Jake, get off!”

“What? I missed you, I’ve only got like a minute before Pooch gets back online.” He’s straddling your hips over the blanket now, holding your face in his stupidly large hands. “I’m sorry I haven’t been paying attention to you much, pretty girl, but we’ve been waiting months for this game to launch.” He’s peppering your face with kisses between words and you can’t stop laughing from the ticklish feel of his goatee on your cheeks. “It’s so cool! We got to the first boss and it was super easy for me but Pooch was totally having a hard time so you know I had to be a good friend and go back in to save his ass.” You weren’t even listening to his rambling anymore, you could feel him through his shorts and it was driving you crazy. Hell, Jake probably didn’t even notice he was half hard he was so excited telling you about what he did all day today between kisses.

“Jake!”

“Huh, what?”

“How much time?”

“Hmm?” He was lazily mouthing at your jawline, nuzzling in like he was starved for you. He hadn’t seen you all day and his body was screaming for you whether he knew it or not.

“How long until Pooch gets back?”

“Uh, like 10 or 15 minutes? Why?”

You shoved your hands down the front of his sweats and grasped his cock giving it a quick pump. Jake grunted into your neck.

“Enough time for a quickie?” You bit your lip and met his gaze.

“God yes.”

He leaned back enough to rip the blankets off your body, your book going flying off the side of the bed. His cock slipped out of your hand when he moved back but you only mourned the loss of contact with his velvety skin for a moment before he settled between your legs.

“Always have time for this pretty little pussy,” Jake murmured into the soft skin of your inner thigh as he pulled the damp fabric covering you to the side. He nuzzled your warm folds, breathing in your scent, and groaned. “So sweet, pretty girl. How’d I get so fucking lucky?”

You wanted to snap back with something witty but your brain short circuted when Jake licked a wide stripe up your soaked folds. His thumbs held you open and he didn’t waste any time working over your clit with his tongue. Punishing your bud with swirling licks and sucking hard enough to make your eyes roll back. You gripped his short locks as he brought you to the edge unbelievably fast.

“J-Jake! Oh f-fuck, feels so good, baby.”

He kept his mouth on your clit as he moved two fingers into your cunt, plunging deep. Your back arched at the sudden stretch, the burn from his thick fingers tingling up your spine. His rapid pace and the constant, cloying pressure of his mouth on your bud sent you flying, creaming over his fingers and his face.

“That’s it, honey, give it to me. So sweet, pretty girl.” His fingers slowed as your body shook, tingling in the aftershocks of your release. Jake tapped his fingers on your lips, gently knocking on your door for you to suck them clean.

“Jensen!”

“Fuck,” Jake’s head whips around in the direction of his computer in the other room. “Time’s up, pretty girl.” He turns back to you, eyes twinkling in delight when he sees you still have his fingers in your mouth. You don’t wanna let him go yet.

“I gotta go, honey, c'mon.” You can see the gears turning in that beautiful brain of his as you lay pliant under him. You know what he wants but he’s too unsure, overthinking things. So you take Jake by the hand down the hall, legs shaky under you still.

“Sit,” you push him down in his fancy gaming chair. He watches with his big, blue puppy dog eyes as you slide to the floor in front of him and pull his cock out of his sweats. “Play your little game, baby, I just wanna sit here with you.” You give his cock a quick pump and take him into your mouth. He groans and watches you mouth at his cock, not working quickly to make him cum, just enjoying the feeling of his cock in your mouth.

“Jensen?”

“Huh? Wha-I’m here, sorry.” Jake wipes his hand over his face, determined to not watch how you effortlessly take him down your throat. 

“Jesus, man, you good?”

“Y-Yeah, fine!” His voice catches when you roll his balls in the palm of your hand.

“You sure? You don’t sound so good.”

“N-No! I’m good!”

“Alright, man! Let’s pound these fuckin’ pussies!”

“Oh, Jesus…”

#jake jensen x you #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen x y/n #jake jensen smut #jake jensen x black!reader #jake jensen x plus size!reader #my fics #quick! hide your shame! post when no one's on! #i play a lot of mmos so there's probably gonna be some influence but fuck i didnt realize i practically wrote the same thing twice lol

[rattyoakenbitch]

❝𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲?❞ ─ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲

well, you may not like it but you better learn how

cause it's your turn now

❥ content ; gn reader, the company, crack fic, reader is from this gen, a bit of flirting but overall everything is platonic

❥ warnings ; language, somewhat lewd humor

❥ synopsis ; you have a strange sense of humor and it's hard for the company to keep up with what you say, so you explain yourself and teach them a bit of gen z slang 😎

❥ a/n ; this is literally just a stupid crack fic with my dumb sense of humor but yeah. if u wanna be added to my tag list, dm me!

It started off with a few.. creative insults, thrown here and there.

"Y/N, I am the leader of this quest, and you will not talk to me like that!"

"Or what? Cry me a fucking river."

"You best quiet down now if you know what's good for you."

"If you want me to shut up, maybe stop coming up with stupid things for me to comment on, you lumberjack lookin hillbilly."

"Who's Billy?" a voice in the back would say.

Despite any sort of consequences that may come, you just would never bite on your tongue. If you had something to say, it came easily.

"And just so you know, I'm not only insulting you, I'm insulting your whole family, you dense walnut."

"What in Mahal's name did they just say..?"

One way to get you going was if someone instigated an argument or annoyed you, that someone being mostly Thorin.

"Oh, power down, sass robot, and pull your head out of your ass."

"Please, you're so small and bitter like an espresso."

"Nobody asked and nobody cares that you're salty about Elves who didn't do shit to you. Your little Dwarvish cult isn't any better."

"Look, I get that you're short and stubby and you can barely contain your anger in that body of yours, but you are fr losing your gorilla grip on reality and you need to snap out of it."

"Go touch some grass lmao."

At some point, Thorin, who also had a large vocabulary, fired a shot at you, causing your blood to just about boil over.

It took Fili and Kili to hold you back from pouncing on Thorin and ripping his smug face to shreds.

"Y/N! Don't stoop to his level!"

"You're right, I'm going under it, muthafuka!"

Your colorful language wasn't just used in arguments, but in every day life, which honestly added spice and humor to The Company.

"Welp, the Orcs aren't far behind. Let's skedaddle!"

"Let's what now?!"

"VAMOOSE. SKEDADDLE. S C R A M. Orrrr dip, if you will."

"DIP???%+#!$!#("

Fili and Kili would just about short circut trying to understand what the hell it is you were saying, since they would hang out with you the most.

But that didn't mean the rest of the Dwarves weren't subjected to your 'eccentric' personality, as they would call it, and brain rotting words.

"Well, shit, at least you'll die doing what you love." You pat Gloin on the shoulder. "Say hi to Satan for me."

"????? If I die, I am haunting you first."

Gloin did not die and spent the rest of the day silently questioning who was Satan.

At one point, you were captured by the Mirkwood Elves and introduced to Thranduil.

"Yoooo? Elsa?"

"Mister Sir, I'm sorry, but walking around with eyebrows like that should be a punishable offense. Mf lookin like you stole someone's moustache."

"Oh - now I feel bad- SIKE!"

"Whoa now, I know you're old n all but don't have an aneurysm, that's not very girlboss of you."

After roasting the poor old man, you ran into Thorin again.

"OH! So that's why you don't have eyebrows!"

He would only walk past you and quietly mutter to himself, "Foolish modern creature."

In another scenario, way before being captured and held in Mirkwood, you were instead, hanging out with much cooler Elves, and met Galadriel.

"So.. You listen to Girl in Red?"

After explaining what the phrase meant, Galadriel finally got it and was flattered. She didn't answer the question, though.

Those were only a few scenarios, of course. Let's bring it back to the present.

You were walking along some trail together, doing quest-y stuff as always. You were in the middle of the group beside Fili, Kili, and Ori, who asked you to explain certain words and slang you used frequently.

"... That's... interesting," Kili trailed off mindlessly.

".. You have no idea what I'm even saying, do y-"

"Not a clue."

...

"... Y/N, what's a 'tiddie'?"

You let out a breathy laugh.

"It's another word for a woman's breasts. Or a man's. Whichever."

"Oh! So does that mean I have tiddies?" Ori asked joyfully, looking like a kid in a candy store.

You rolled your eyes, "Yes, Ori."

"What about 'mamas'?"

"It's mostly used if you wanna flirt with someone. But it's also used ironically because it's really kinda stupid."

"So when you say 'ayo mamas' to Kili, you're not actually flirting?"

You narrowed your eyes, kinda giving Fili a wtf look.

"No???"

Kili put a hand over his heart. "How could you do this to me? I thought we had something special."

"Oh, grow up," you laughed, playfully shoving him.

Fast forward to nightfall, you were forced to stop set up camp early due to some issues. The night only got worse when The Company couldn't seem to find enough wood to fuel a fire.

"Bruh moment."

"Quiet, Y/N, and help us look."

"I'm looking and there's still no firewood in sight, you fucking piss baby."

Thorin now had his full attention on you.

"Quit it with all this nonesense! What in Middle Earth is a piss baby?"

"I don't know, man! I just say shit to cope with stressful situations and the fact that I exist and I am in this bitch and there's nothing I can do about it!"

Thorin only blinked, looking at you stunned, and then returned to his work.

Eventually, firewood was found, and you all could finally make some food and lay out your bed rolls near the heat.

"I told y'all this manifesting stuff works," you joked to Bilbo, who was in line with you to get some of Bombur's stew.

"Do you think we could manifest ourselves to Erebor?" The Hobbit asked innocently. You laughed.

"Already on it."

You walked over to the 'li brothers' and sat with them after getting your food.

"Hey, Y/N, how do you say it again? This shit is bussin?"

You almost choked on the hot stew, and gave Fili a thumbs up.

"Oh, please don't corrupt my nephews," Thorin mumbled as he passed by, overhearing your conversation.

"Too late, shawty!" Fili called after his uncle.

Kili joined in. "Hey uncle! You look very pog today!"

Too tired to even respond to his nephews' childish antics, he again, whispered to himself, "Those two are going to be princes. Mahal, save us."

#thehobbit #lotr #the company #the hobbit incorrect quotes #the hobbit fandom #the hobbit fanfiction #crackfic #the hobbit fluff #the hobbit crack #the hobbit crackfic #rattyoakenbitch #the hobbit oneshot #thorin #ori #kili #fili #kili x you #kili x reader #thorin x reader #thorin x modern reader #fili x reader

[dreamsfreckles]

[8:34p.m.] High Hopes

~

Dream x reader

Suggestive, fluff

Dre being nervous hehe - enjoy!

“Dream...” Sapnap sighed into the phone for the upteenth time. “Just chill. Go with the flow.” Dream runs a hand through his hair stressfully, his phone held up to his right ear. “But I don’t know what to expect!” He growls in a hushed voice. “Whatever happens... Just don’t have a bad reaction.” Sapnap simplifies. “I think you’re over thinking this man, you’re probably just going to end up playing minecraft or something.” Dream sighs at his friend’s lack of good advice. “You are no help.” He groans.

Dream was sat in your bedroom, alone. You had departed from him to take a shower.

Why was Dream panicking you ask? Before you left for your shower, you may or may not have made a suggestive remark about what you were going to “do to him” once you were finished cleaning yourself up; successfully leaving Dream as a flustered mess.

You and Dream had a flirtatious friendship. This was driving him insane.

It could’ve been an accidental innuendo...

But it also could’ve meant something that is successfully making Dream’s hopes go WAY up.

“Isn’t it a little rude to leave your guest alone to take a shower?” Dream laughs nervously at Sapnap’s question, raising his arm up to rub the back of his neck. “Well..” Dream begins. “I kind of, accidentally, might’ve been the reason why she needed one in the first place..?” Dream mumbled, sounding more like a question. Sapnap’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He was too scared to ask what the hell Dream did. Thankfully, before Sapnap had the chance to speak, Dream began to explain.

“Okay, so, she was telling me about this one time, when Tommy called her to try and get her to be one of the embassadors of L’Manburg, and when Tommy didn’t get the answer from her that he wanted, he tried to bribe her with Tubbo’s stress relievers. This didn’t work, however, so he called Tubbo over to see if he could convince her; which was a smart move because she LOVES Tubbo. But anyway, Tubbo turned into “Big Law” and started using his Tubboat tactics to win her over and it worked. So I started laughing and then she started laughing and then that made me laugh even more because she has a very contagious laugh. And then I accidentally knocked her whiteclaw over with my elbow, and it spilled all over her lap.” Dream finished.

Sapnap immediately burst out laughing. “You-” Sapnap couldn’t contain his laughter, not being able to form coherent sentences. Dream began giggling himself, only to instantly sober up once he heard the shower turn off in the next room over. “Shit, Sapnap, I heard the shower turn off, she’s coming.” Dream stands up, panicking, not knowing what to do with himself. “Dream, weren’t you the one making fun of me for not knowing how to deal with girls? You were so cocky, but look at you now.” He pauses with a smirk. “Pussy.” Dream rolls his eyes at his so-called ‘friend.’ “Stop being an idiot.” He glares. “She’s different from the other girls I’ve known. She’s... weird.” Sapnap face shifted into a poker face. “You do realize what you sound like right now, right?” Dream facepalms. “She isn’t a dumbass Sapnap. I really don’t know how to do shit with her becuase it’s so different compared to everyone else. I can’t explain it.” Every time you and Dream are together, he feels like the best version of himself. You always have a new adventure for him to look forward to. Plus you were hot as shit and He had a MASSIVE crush on you. “It’s so weird Sapnap, its like I’ve never had a good time in my life until I met her.” Sapnap smiled in disbelief at his friend’s words. “You, Dream,” he continued. “are a simp.” Before Dream could snap back at Sapnap, the handle of your bedroom door jiggled, signaling that you were about to come in. Dream immediately ends the call with Sapnap and throws his phone on your bed in a panic.

Slauntering into your bedroom, freshly showered and dressed in one of Dream’s smile hoodies with some comfy shorts, you look up at Dream who was awkwardly standing in the middle of the room. “You good?” You start. “It looks like I just missed catching you in the act of something forbidden...” you suspect. Dream quickly shakes his head. “No! You just surprised me..” he half lies. You narrow your eyes at him, looking for any sign of dishonesty. Dream averts his eyes to the merch you’re wearing, starting to become smug with your choice of clothing. “Nice outfit.” He smirks. You let out a laugh and roll your eyes, already forgetting his weird vibes from when you first entered the room. “I won’t lie, this sweatshirt is one of my favorites.” You smile down at your hoodie, stuffing your hands in the pocket on the front. The hoodie was twice your size, giving you max comfort. Dream liked how it looked on you, it was almost like you were wearing HIS sweatshirt.

Yes, technically it is HIS merch, but it’s not actually HIS hoodie. He wanted to see you in one of his actual hoodies that he wears on a day to day basis. It would give him some sort of pride seeing you wearing his clothes. The merch was good enough, for now.

Seeing how Dream was still awkwardly standing, you directed him to sit on the edge of your bed while you sat in your desk chair. You rolled the chair away from the desk and towards the bed to sit across from him. Content with your and his positions infront of each other, you giggle at his nervous looking facial expression.

“You know I’m not mad at you, right?” You laugh.

Dream slowly nods, a little confused. “Yeah...”

“Then why are you acting like I’m going to bite you for spilling the whiteclaw?” You joke.

Dream laughs nervously. Oh. He didn’t really connect that the comment you made earlier could be because of the spill incident. “I don’t know...” he replies shyly.

“Well, chillax then.” You giggle, swatting his knee with your hand.

Dream scoffs playfully at your terminology. “Chillax?Chill and relax? Really?” You stare at him with a challenging look. “You are such a hypocrite. You have weird words too!” You retort. Dream lets out a hearty wheeze at your defense. “Like what?” He questions. Your brain short-circuts and you suddenly have no comebacks. “Uh..” you try to think of something, but ultimately have nothing. “Well!” You try to spit something out. “At least I didn’t vote for a stupid squid to be added to minecraft!” You clap back. Dream rolls his eyes playfully. “Oh, come on. That was the worst comeback I’ve ever heard come from you.” You cross your arms in defeat. “Today is an off day, your highness. I had a whiteclaw foolishly spilled all over my lap.” Dream groans in embarrassment. “I said I was sorry like a million times!” He retaliates, hunching over and covering his face with both of his hands. “I know.” You sigh, content with his reaction. “So,” you start. “What do you want to do now?” You ask him. Dream darts his head up to you from his hunched position, inwardly getting too excited for his own good.

...Then Dream realizes that your statement earlier about what you were “going to do to him” was probably a joking threat from the whiteclaw spillage. His face heats up from the memory. He can be so dumb sometimes. “Uh... I don’t know. What do you want to do?” He peers at you, lost of any hope he had before.

You smirk at him with mischief. You knew what you said earlier. You wanted to see if he would get riled up. News flash: he did.

“Hmmm..” you hum aloud, giving him a look that would make his knees buckle if he was standing up. “I have an idea of what we could do...” you stood softly from your chair and stepped closer to him, causing him to look up at you from the edge of the bed.

I guess you could say Dream was fucked right about now.

Literally

IM JOKING

LOL HOPE YOU ENJOYED

Made this one very suggestive lol, I thought it would be funny

Sorry for any typos! This sat in my drafts for a while, I didn’t know where to take it hehe

#mcyt #badboyhalo #dream team #sapnap #dream #georgenotfound #dreamwastaken #dreamwastaken imagines #dreamwastaken x reader #dream team imagines #dream x reader #dream team scenarios #dream imagines #dream scenarios #dream team fanfic #dreamwastaken fanfic #dreamwastaken fanart #dream team fanart #dreamnotfound #dream smp #mcyt imagine #mcyt x reader

[soupbabe]

Fluffy Toshikazu Hazamada x Reader headcanons

For the 2 people in the world that simp for this feral bby (me included)

Uh yea he's definitely used Surface to pretend to make out with you before the relationship started

But other times he'd use his stand to practice a confession since he knows that he comes off as unsettling and it's even worse when he's nervous

When the time came, he was such a nervous babey

The irl version is way prettier than the one out of wood omg-

When you accepted him he was genuinely shocked.

"D-dammit! I knew they'd hate me this was such a bad ide-" "I like you too, Hazamada." "Wait w-wait huh!? This isn't a fucking joke right? Oh my god,,,:0 :D"

He gave you the biggest hug after that and immediately asked you if you wanted to hang out at the local book store after school.

He is very cautious when it comes to the relationship at first, he loves you a lot and he doesn't want to scare you off. He also tries to refrain from having that impulse to use his stand to control you to make the relationship go how he wants it. He's done his research, he wants you to be genuinely happy and in a healthy relationship.

He's so nervous when it comes to PDA. The most you'll get is hand holding and the occasional cheek kisses. If you're taller than him it's so cute seeing him having to go on his tippy toes, but you'd never openly admit that due to his {ever present} anger issues.

He gets flustered so easily since he's touched starved and not used to the affection you give him

Call him cute/sappy nicknames like baby, Toshi or Kazu, sweetheart, etc and he will MELT it makes him feel so happy

Sometimes Surface comes out and playing with it is your favorite thing omg

Sometimes you stick little post it notes with doodles of various expressions on it when it hasn't transformed to anyone.

Hazamada gets jealous of his own stand though because of its tendancey to belittle its own user, but you make sure to give as much comfort as he needs and reminds him that his stand is just an extended part of him and it's just more of him to love

Once you asked him if he can change Surface to look like him and you got so happy.

"Oh my god I can't believe it this just got better. Now that I have just not one handsome boyfriend, but T W O"

He only shows you off to only make Josuke jealous and to prove Rohan wrong that he is worthy of someone's attention and love.

You think it's mean for him to try to make Josuke feel bad that he's single, but you enjoy playing along so your boyf can feel proud of himself.

Oh he babbles all the time about you to Koichi! Whenever Koichi talked about Yukako to Hazamada, he did feel irritated and it felt like he was just rubbing it in that he's single, but now he completely understands why he does it.

Occasional double dates with Yukako and Koichi :))

If you're already into anime/manga, he's giving you all of his recommendations and enjoys comparing various characters/ships to you and him.

If you're not into anime/manga, he'll freak out a tad bit because how have you not been exposed to the "modern art and cinematic storytelling" of anime yet! Be prepared for sleepovers where he forces you to watch all of his favorite animes with him.

He doesn't go out much so a lot of dates are very similar to what I just now mentioned. You, him, a whole bunch of your favorite snacks, and his laptop running so you two can watch your favorite shows together <3

I can see him wanting to be the more dominant one in the Relationship, but damn it he just loves reveling in the feeling of being loves and your warmth when he's the little spoon when y'all cuddle.

His brain just short circuts because he's never had someone that made him feel like he's not just "that one creepy, weird, quiet kid" at school and actually feel confident in himself

Sometimes he likes to lay on top of you, arms just squeezing the life out of you, while he just talks about how much he loves you in between little kisses that go all around your face and neck. He's so soft for you.

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