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coconutcordiale · 2 years

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pairing- jake 'hangman' seresin x female!reader (no use of y/n)

synopsis-

“It’s one hundred degrees in this room,” Hangman defends himself. “I can’t sleep in pants, I’ll die.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose, considering just sleeping in the hallway yourself and ending this torture. “Is your penchant for drama genetic? Are your sisters like this too?”

warnings- 18+ only minors DNI, what's a plot never met her, explicit protected piv sex, lil corruption/innocence kink, choking (pls look up the correct way before doing it), hangman's dirty mouth, size kink (if jake doesn't have a big dick I'm staging a revolt), brat tamer hangman if you squint, inexperienced ish reader (tried but I'm a hoe so idk if I managed it), no kink negotiation here (talk to your partners first irl), safewords not explicitly stated but I promise this is consensual af, excessive pet names, exasperated sleepy friends to lovers

length- 4k this was supposed to be like 1k I don't know blame hangman

an- this is just smut w lil fluff sprinkles. i'm a hangman girl (read: I'm obsessed with glen powell) so I felt some type of way about being mean to him in tailspin & that's why this now exists. also idfk what this even is sorry! hope it's not terrible ok ily bye

Technically, it’s the middle of the night.

That’s why you’re burying homicidal urges when you hear knocking on your hotel room door.

Urges that increase tenfold when you open it to see Jake Seresin, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly in an old Navy shirt that looks way too soft for your sleep addled brain to deal with right now.

“Hangman,” you greet drily. “Why the fuck.”

Rubbing sleep from your eyes, you’re not unhappy to see him, per se, but it’s well past acceptable social hours. He’ll have to forgive your less than enthusiastic welcome. Part of you thinks you might still be sleeping.

He at least has the decency to look sheepish for waking you up. Well, about as sheepish as Hangman is capable of looking. “Coyote said he was bringing someone back to our room. Can I crash with you tonight? Everyone else is either hooking up or dead asleep.”

Fucking weddings.

You narrow your eyes. “What if I have someone here?”

He smirks and you kind of want to slap him.

A testament to your willpower, you sigh instead, briefly wondering if it’s really that bad to force him to sleep in the hallway, before opening the door and stepping to the side.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he drawls, letting you feel the heat of his body as he passes by you, just a touch too close for comfort.

“Cool pjs.” He smirks again, raking his eyes up and down your colorful matching shorts and shirt set.

“Bite me.”

Hangman smiles good-naturedly causing you to idly wonder if anything has ever bothered him in his entire life.

“You’re real cute when you’re tired,” he says instead of being offended and now you’re debating if you actually should slap him, or maybe yourself for the way his compliment brings heat to your cheeks.

“Where’s Phoenix? Thought you were sharing a room with her this weekend.”

Your stomach drops as you consider that Phoenix might be why he came to crash in your room, and you try not to make a face at its betrayal.

“She’s probably in your room with Coyote,” you deadpan to cover up your discomfort, and then relish in the way his mouth drops open in surprise. “Christ, aren’t you supposed to be smart, Hangman? I’m kidding, she met someone at the reception.”

You know you’re being a little more abrasive with him than normal, but you can’t quite help the jabs that come out when you’re feeling uneasy.

And Hangman does nothing, if not make you very, very uneasy. Especially like this, with his blonde hair soft and flopping all over his forehead, that old t-shirt clearly having been shrunk in the wash over the years straining across his chest, riding up a little high above his sweatpants.

The gears are clearly turning in his head, no doubt forming something witty to gain back the slight upper hand you’ve gained in this verbal sparring.

You should be preparing yourself for whatever he’s about to say that’s sure to make you lose your footing. But he looks like a goddamn sleepwear model like this, mellow and soft and cuddly, eyes drooping a little from tiredness and the whiskey he was sipping on all night, clothes begging to have someone’s hands fisted in them and…okay. Stopping that train of thought right the fuck now.

Nothing but danger lies down that road with a girl like you and a guy like Hangman.

You’re contemplating if you could get away with taking a cold shower when he finally looks around your room, its distinct lack of two beds apparently killing whatever comeback he had on the tip of his tongue.

“I can sleep on the floor.” He’s rubbing the back of his neck again and his uncharacteristic awkwardness is starting to make your skin itch.

Message received, Hangman. We both know I’m not your type.

You’ve seen the girls he usually goes home with. Even if every single one of them wasn’t annoyingly beautiful, you already know where you stand with him. For all intents and purposes, you’re just another one of the guys. Sure, you don’t take a different conquest home every other night like the rest of them, but you banter and compete with them like buddies.

And since you and Hangman are just buddies, you roll your eyes for appearances. “Just get in the bed, Seresin. It’s huge, I’m not going to make you sleep on the floor.”

He shrugs, like he’s giving himself credit for his half-assed offer and goes to pull his sweatpants off. You give him a withering look of disbelief, studiously avoiding looking at the way his boxers stretch over his muscular thighs.

“It’s one hundred degrees in this room,” Hangman defends himself. “I can’t sleep in pants, I’ll die.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose, considering just sleeping in the hallway yourself and ending this torture. “Is your penchant for drama genetic? Are your sisters like this too?”

He just gives you a dazzling smile in response, and you spin away from him before everything inside you melts.

Turning the thermostat down, you shoot an evident you’re welcome stare in his direction, but his sweatpants remain in their place on the floor. He’s laid out on the bed, all tanned skin and muscle, arms crossed behind his head in a way that’s surely meant to draw your attention straight to his biceps.

Deep breath, you tell yourself. You can do this, just lay down on the other side and don’t be weird.

You get in and pull the covers tight, hoping the shiver that runs through you as the air conditioning kicks on isn’t noticeable.

“And I’m dramatic,” Jake huffs, getting under the blanket and rolling closer to you. You tense, merely out of reflex and a frown creases his eyebrows almost imperceptibly before he gets comfortable on his side, pulls you into his arms. “Relax, sugar. Just trying to keep you warm, since you’re always so cold. Been told I’m like a furnace.”

By who? You want to snap at him, but instead you swallow the words and lean into his chest. He really is warm.

“Would never do anything you don’t want me to,” he mumbles, but there’s a trace of a chuckle in his voice that feels like he’s making fun of you.

Mocking aside, that's definitely true.

You'd never expect him to do any of the things you want him to, either. There's a reason your apprehension stems from you crossing some sort of invisible line with him in your bed and not vice versa.

"I know," you whisper, not trusting yourself to say much else without divulging all the thoughts about him you've buried deep under your comforter at home.

“How come you didn’t ask anyone else to come up and keep you warm?” Jake teases, after a few moments of silence where you were busy focusing on the whirr of the air conditioner and trying to ignore your pounding heart.

You squint, still kind of wondering if he can feel your pulse racing.

“The curly haired guy, from the wedding,” he supplies helpfully to answer your confused expression.

Oh. You’re surprised Jake noticed you talking to him at all. “It’s not like I wanted to sleep with him. We were just chatting.”

“Well, he definitely wanted to.” You’d love to imagine there’s a hint of bitterness in his tone, but you know that’s just wishful thinking.

“That’s not really my thing,” you say quietly, as if he doesn’t already know. He knew enough to know you wouldn’t have anyone up here with you, after all.

It’s so much easier, laying here in the dark, not having to meet his beautiful green eyes, to be honest. All your jabs having melted into smooth, silky edges at the warmth of his body.

There’s a playful lilt to Jake’s voice again. “Sex?”

You smack him lightly on the chest. “One-night stands. I can never get comfortable enough with a stranger to have a good time, things are just better for me when it’s more involved.”

When there’s feelings, you don’t say, because you’re pretty sure he can put two and two together without you having to spell it out.

You still kind of wish you hadn’t said anything, are kicking yourself for admitting that out loud when he cuts through the anxiety of your internal monologue.

“Nothing wrong with knowing what you want, darlin’.”

“It sucks sometimes,” you admit. “It can be a little lonely.”

“Better than being with the wrong person if it’s just going to make you feel bad.”

Part of you wants to roll your eyes and scoff at him, as if Casanova Jake Seresin has any idea what that feels like, but he’s rubbing small, comforting circles in between your shoulder blades and it’s short-circuiting your brain. You find yourself running your fingers up his spine instead, playing with the soft threads of his t-shirt like you’ve wanted to since the moment you saw him at your door tonight.

“Feels nice,” he comments, pulling you in closer.

Spurred on by his praise you keep going, wandering down his back to where his shirt rides up. You look down and see that little strip of blonde hair that disappears into the waistband of his boxers, slung low enough that you can see that stupid Adonis belt on his abs. Your hand moves to the front of him of its own accord, tracing the ridges there, brushing dangerously close to the strip of elastic at the top.

Jake’s arm pops up so he can support his head with his hand, looking down at you imploringly. “What’re you playing at, sugar?”

You take your hand back like it’s been burned, cheeks suddenly hot as you realize you’d gotten carried away. “I’m sorry, I just—I didn’t think about what I was doing. Got distracted.”

He’s definitely smirking, you can practically feel it in the air above you, but you’re sure as hell not going to look up and see that self-important grin for yourself.

He pulls your fingers back to his stomach, and you can’t help but immediately brush them over his happy trail. The dusting of blonde hair surprises you a little, having expected Hangman to be too vain to leave any hair around that might distract from his physique.

You’re silently wondering if he has any hair on his chest when he catches a finger under your chin, forcing you to look up at him. You see his green eyes darkened, studying your face for something. You’re not entirely sure what.

Apparently finding what they’re looking for his expression softens, the hand supporting his head going to brush hair away from your face and you break eye contact, feeling small under his undivided attention. His fingers hover for a second, like he wants to do something more, but go to rest on your pillow instead.

“Thought that I had you pegged wrong all along for a second there, using lines to get in my pants. That’s not really my thing,” he mimics, smile twitching at the edges of his lips.

“Oh, I’m—Jake, I’m not—” you stutter, certain you must be bright red now. Your fingers are playing with the hem of his t-shirt, nervous and fidgety energy working to get released.

I’m not like this, you want to say. I’m not like you.

He exhales audibly, looking down at you, at the cherry blooming on your cheeks, at where your dainty fingers pluck at his shirt. His hand clenches once in the pillow above your head, knuckles practically white, before releasing.

“I know, sweets, was only joking. Fuck, I get that you’re a good girl,” he breathes, strained like he’s barely holding it together. “S’why I always want to ruin you.”

What.

Everything inside your mind shuts off.

All you can hear is the humming of the air conditioner, the slow intake of air into his lungs. Something inside you clenches.

You’re fairly certain a sound that closely resembles a whimper breaks from your throat, but you can’t know for sure, since all thoughts have been erased from your brain.

You hear him suck in a sharp breath, breathing in and out evenly for a couple seconds, regaining control, before he speaks again. “Sorry, sweetheart. Shouldn’t have said that. I won’t, told you I’d never do anything you don’t want.”

You already know that. That’s not the problem. The problem is how many nights you’ve already spent wishing his fingers were on you instead of your own. How many nights you've spent biting back his name, too embarrassed to let your lips form the syllables of someone who you were certain didn’t want you.

Now, though, those walls of certainty seem to be crumbling at every edge.

“What if I want you to?” You ask quietly, barely above a whisper. It almost gets stuck in your throat, but you force your lips to form those words and let them leave your lungs.

Jake’s entire body goes tense.

But then he rolls over, putting you on your back and caging you in with his arms.

“You mean that?” He’s looking at you intensely, so intensely you might be frightened if you weren’t distracted by the weight of him on top of you, by every single scorching point of contact between you.

All you can manage is a nod, eyes starting to glaze over as he fills every inch of your vision.

He chuckles. “Guess that’s a yes.”

Jake ducks his head to kiss you, it’s sweet, sweeter than you ever would’ve expected from him. Sweeter than you thought it would be when you were hiding beneath the sheets in your bed, with your fingers on your clit, choking back his name.

But then he slides his tongue past your lips, deepening the kiss as he tangles a hand in your hair, tugging hard enough to make you moan straight into his mouth. His lips move down to ghost over your neck, across your jaw.

And suddenly his words are hot in your ear. “What do you want, sweetheart? Want me to ruin you? Tell you about all the times I’ve thought about taking you apart?”

Your thighs clench together, heat blooming in your stomach and you notice, all at once, how wet you really are, slick pooling between your thighs under the wispy material of your sleep shorts.

You open your mouth to say yes, desperately trying to find your voice, to find your familiar jabs so you can go toe to toe with him like normal, but all that comes out is a squeak.

His hand stops at your neck, just briefly, thumb rubbing on your pulse point. And it turns every last bit of you in you to sweet, sticky, melting caramel. Your breath hitches, you suck your bottom lip between your teeth, holding back a whimper.

He’s not even doing anything, not really, but your mind immediately latches onto what he could be.

Jake’s eyes go wide for just a second before something wicked glints in the thin ring of green left.

“Thought you were so fucking innocent,” he grunts, running his thumb from your pulse point to your jaw and back again. You bring your hands to his, pulling him closer, silently asking him to press down.

You open your mouth to respond, but you don’t know how to explain. You may not do this kind of thing a lot, but you know what you like. Your imagination has certainly run wild enough times.

But any words that might’ve been readying themselves to leave your lips wither into nothing the moment he squeezes your neck.

“Jake,” you gasp, words breathy underneath the fingers around your throat. “Jake, I…”

“Hmm, what’s that, sweetheart?” His hand relents a little so you can answer, but you immediately wish he’d tighten his hold again.

“Yes, Jake,” you whine. “I want you to ruin me.”

And you don’t know what’s come over you, if you were even an ounce more present in your own body you’d probably be embarrassed.

But Jake’s head drops next to his hand at the crook of your neck, and he makes a strangled noise, the moan reverberating through your skin.

“Jesus,” he mutters against you. “Trying to kill me, sugar?”

You don’t have an answer for that because you’re not trying to do anything, you just want more.

Your fingers are still grasping his hand, the one still around your neck, tightly, like you’re scared he’ll pull it away, leave you to drift without his grip to ground you, to remind you this moment is real. It’s actually happening.

He lifts his head up to latch his mouth onto yours again and it’s heavier, so much more desperate than before. You whine into him as he slides his hands down your body, pushing up your shirt and you want to laugh at the absurdity of it, that you’re more turned on than you’ve ever been in your entire life and you’re both still fully clothed.

He peels your shirt up and over your head, letting out another obscene groan at the sight of your bare chest.

“Fucking perfect,” he murmurs.

You fist your hands in his shirt in answer, tugging upwards, figuring fair is fair. You’re trying hard not to blush, not to show how his approval makes you light and fuzzy. He grins and sits back on his knees, pulling his shirt up and over his head, ruffling his floppy hair in the process.

Lips parting unconsciously, your tongue flicks out to wet them. You knew he was built, but it’s overwhelming, really, to have all that tan skin on display just inches from your face. You get to run your hands up the length of his entire chest now though, leaning up so your fingers can dance through the tuft of blonde hair near the top.

Jake pushes you down on your back, firm, into the pillows. Smiling deviously when you pout and immediately clench your fingers in the sheets beside you, when your thighs press together, seeking some sort of relief to the ache between them. The seam of your shorts presses just right against your center, and you let your head fall back with a soft moan.

Something akin to dangerous flashes in Jake’s eyes, as he hooks his fingers in your shorts, pulling down in one swift motion and tossing them off the bed before you can gain any more pleasure from the thin material. He pushes your legs apart and groans at the sight of you, glistening wet for him. “God, sweetheart, look at you.”

Just when you think you might die if he doesn’t put his hands on you, if he doesn’t touch you, if he just keeps looking at you like that, like he wants to devour you; he swipes a finger up your slit, tip pressing lightly, teasingly against your bundle of nerves. It’s too much, but not enough all at the same time. He slides a finger in, curling it exactly right on the first try and you can’t help but keen, throwing your head back into the pillows.

He sucks in a sharp breath at your reaction, eyelids going heavy as he presses rough figure eights on your clit. “Want to get my mouth on you, get my tongue inside that gorgeous pussy, but I can’t wait, darlin’, been thinking about this for too long.”

Warmth blooms in your chest at the realization he might’ve imagined this even half as much as you have. You’re sure you’re smiling like an idiot.

Reaching down to the pocket of his sweatpants, he pulls a condom out of his wallet, and you want to tease him, presumptuous much? But any semblance of thought goes out the window when he pulls his boxers down, hard cock slapping against his stomach. Your mouth is suddenly, immediately sandpaper dry.

Fuck.

Of course he’s huge. No one with an ego as colossal as his doesn’t have a reason, or several to back it up.

You don’t even hear yourself saying it out loud, don’t even realize the curses forming on your tongue, until he grins, eyebrow raised, chest puffed out in pride. “Think you can handle me, sweetheart?”

It takes you a few moments to answer, to figure out that you should answer, since you’re transfixed on him, on the strong fingers rolling the condom onto his length. If you had any sense of self-preservation at all you might be genuinely worried about his question, about not being able to walk tomorrow.

Hopefully you don’t sound as winded as you feel when you tell him to shut the fuck up.

Before you can bother with any stupid survival instincts, you’re pulling him down on top of you, wrapping your legs around his waist, savoring the grunt it draws from him as his tip reaches your folds.

“Love it when you’re mouthy, darlin’, nice little challenge for me,” he promises, before pushing himself inside of you.

He goes slow, tortuously slow, and you screw your eyes shut tight as your walls flutter trying to adjust to him. You don’t notice you’re on the verge of a sob until he brushes your hair back from your sweaty forehead. “Just a little more, sweetheart, you can take it.”

The stretch of him seems to go on forever, just on this side of agonizing, but way too good for you to care about the pain, too good to be real and you can barely focus on anything else. Can barely hear Jake’s molten honey voice repeating a slew of continuous praises in your ear, can barely register the weight of his body covering every inch of you.

Any moment now you’ll wake up in your bed at home, covered in sweat, grinding into your bed, achingly alone. You’re almost certain of it.

But then you feel his lips on yours again, hand holding your cheek, gentle, affectionate as he bottoms out. When he finally moves, the heavy, slick pull of him in and out of you reminds you that you’re here.

You don’t even recognize yourself, mewling, long string of unintelligible noises tumbling from your lips.

Jake practically preens. “Where’d my feisty little brat go? That all it takes to shut you up, sugar?”

You can only hope those were rhetorical questions because he’s hiking your legs over his shoulders, picking up the pace, new angle hitting that spot deep inside you again and again, and you can’t form a single thought, let alone words.

Jake’s fingers find your center again and press against your clit in heavy, decisive circles, winding that coil in you tighter and tighter.

“So close,” you whimper, fingers tearing at the bedsheets.

He smirks.

“Did I say you could come, sweetheart?”

Your jaw drops in surprise, eyes rolling back and ears ringing, mind engulfed in the heat burning in your belly.

He’s still grinning smugly as one of those large hands comes back to your neck.

You whine, high-pitched and breathless, eyes fluttering closed, gripping the hand around your neck as he applies pressure, desperate for something to hold onto, and you think you’re trying to form words, some of them may even be making it out of your mouth, something along the lines of please please please, let me come, Jake, I can’t, JakeJakeJakeJake…

“So pretty all fucked out like this, stretched around my cock.” His gaze is fixed on where he’s plunging in and out of you, tone almost reverent. “It’s okay, sweetheart, come for me, wanna feel you, want…”

You don’t hear the rest because you’re focused on where his fingers dig into the sides of your neck, tipping over the edge, string of lights inside of you tangled and blowing a fuse. Everything bursts all at once and you’re clutching Jake’s arms so hard you’re positive you’re leaving marks, but it doesn’t matter, you don’t care because you’re in a free fall, toes curling in bliss.

When you come to, you’re just barely aware of his pace growing erratic, hand on your throat loosening as it goes to brush your sweaty hair back from your forehead. His thrusts are getting shallower, mouth spewing a litany of jumbled praises so tight, so wet, so perfect baby, when suddenly he’s arching over you, hands tight on your hips as he empties into the condom.

You’re not sure you’re still functioning. You’re not sure you’ll ever move again. You’re pretty sure you’ll ever have a coherent thought again.

Distantly you can hear his heavy breathing, feel his weight on top of you but you don’t fully register it.

“Sweetheart?” He asks when you’ve been silent for minutes, or maybe hours, who knows.

You look up at him, blinking slowly, eyelids made of lead, vision unfocused.

Jake grins, and it's almost boyish. It's annoyingly cute. “That good?”

That cuts through the haze enough that you kind of want to slap him, for the arrogance littering those three little words. Or yourself, for helping his ego grow any bigger.

As it stands, you’re too dazed to actually do either. You nod, silently burrowing your face into his neck. He chuckles again, and you decide maybe you don’t hate that teasing sound that much, maybe you’ll spend your days trying to elicit it from him as often as possible. You’re still thinking about it when he peels himself off you to clean you both up.

When he settles back down, he pulls you in tight, curls around you in a way that should be uncomfortable, like he’d crawl inside your skin if he could.

Jake is still glued to you when you wake up in the morning, and your heart clenches too affectionately to be irritated by the fact that you can’t really move. Or breathe.

But you take one look at the smirk on his face, the mischievous glimmer that seems to linger even in his sleep and the butterflies in your stomach turn to stone.

You don’t think he’s that much of an asshole, you’re pretty sure the bravado is all a front. That he wouldn’t do something like this, knowing how you operate, without any intention of moving forward, but the anxiety still thrums incessantly beneath your ribcage.

You’re lost inside your own head, fighting the panic rising in your chest when he yawns, rubbing his eyes before tucking himself back into your side, impossibly closer.

“Guess that fifty bucks I gave Phoenix to find somewhere else to stay was a steal,” he mumbles, fingers dancing across your bare skin.

It’s his turn to pat himself on the back as your mouth drops open in shock.

Jake grins, eyes sparkling as he presses a kiss into your hair. “Good luck getting rid of me now.”

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tomscocksleeve · 26 days

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After the video I need smut of Tom doing the good girl slap cause oml Like the reader just being all whiny and needy and he just gives her a little slap 😫

I fucking agree and I LOVE the way you think 😩🤤

Good girl🎀

Summary: Tom is your boyfriend of a few months and you decided you were finally ready to have sex with him.

Pairing: 2014 Tom kaulitz x Fem Reader

Genre: smut

REQUESTED

Word count: 952

Warnings; Hard Sex, p in v sex, head (fem receiving), cursing? Idfk

You finished up doing your stuff around the apartment you shared with your boyfriend. You did the dishes, cleaned up a bit, and walked the dogs. He came home and he seemed so tired and you walked over giving him a hug and kissing his cheek.

His smile was soft and sweet and he placed a few soft gentle kisses on your lips and he kissed your neck slightly. “Baby… there’s dinner for us okay? And I can tell you’re tired so let’s just eat.” He gave a little sigh but he nodded and grabbed your hand leading you to the kitchen.

After you both ate your meal you had cleaned up the dishes and then Tom wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his chin to your shoulder. “Meine Liebe… I know you think I’m so tired but… I really want you right now” he began placing soft kisses on your shoulder and then your neck. You rolled your eyes but you had a soft smile on your lips and you couldn’t help but cave. In reality you were thinking about him all day while he was working on music stuff. The thought of his hands being so good on his guitar made your panties wet and it was so sexy. You kissed his lips gently and he gave a little smirk.

He took your hand leading you to the bedroom and he gently laid you down onto the bed and he climbed on top. He wanted to admire your body before even doing anything. He kissed your neck leaving marks and kissed your jawline, he even kissed your arm all the way down to your hand. He muttered how beautiful you were and how he loves you and you started getting impatient. He was such a turn on you needed him now. He held the hem of your shirt before taking it off and then he took off your jeans so now you were only in your bra and panty set.

He sighed with contentment before going by your thighs and spreading them open all the way. “Fuck you’re so beautiful” he said, before kissing your thighs and getting really close to your pussy. You started getting impatient once more. You could feel the wetness and you just needed him right now, fuck the waiting was unbearable. “Tom come on…” you whined. “Just fuck me please I want you.” You whined again. He had then got slightly annoyed and he pulled your panties to the side and slapped your pussy making you wince but it turned you on so much. “Be a good girl or you won’t get anything at all.” Fuck. You hated when he ended up annoyed because now you know he will fuck you rough.

He smirked and he unclasped your bra and he put a nipple in his mouth and sucked on it hard while he massaged the other tit with his hand making circular motions and squeezing it. Your breath hitched and you tried containing the moans. At this point your pussy felt like Niagara Falls. He then kissed both of your tits and he pulled your panties down. “Ready for me love?” You nodded instantly and he chuckled a bit at your neediness and he placed his tip at your entrance and he pushed himself in covering his dick fully. He groaned as he did so and you let the moans slip. He started going in and out picking up pace. You reached to hold his hand as he fucked you and he smiled and interlocked your hands tightly. He loved holding your hand while you guys had sex it made the experience better.

He cursed under his breath and he kissed your lips harshly. You moaned and whined and he started getting rougher, to punish you for whining earlier. He then pulled out and slapped your clit and pushed himself right back in. “Good girl… take it… I know you can…” he said, his breathing heavy. He buried himself and he liked the sight so much he wanted to switch things up. He pulled out leaving you feeling empty and you pouted and he slammed himself back in. You moaned loudly and the bed creaked. It was around 11pm so you pitied your neighbors knowing they would talk about the noise tomorrow.

Tom started fucking you at a desperate pace. He needed you to cum. He wanted you to cum. He was getting close but he wouldn’t let himself cum unless you had. You moaned loudly and he could feel your walls tightening and it made him smile. He pulled out one last time and he shoved a finger in and pumped it in and out at a merciless rhythm. He would suck on your clit as well as he finger fucked you. He shoved his second finger in and started going as fast as he could. He pulled his fingers out and fastly rubbed your clit.

You cried out and squirted all over him and he smiled and licked some of it up. “Delicious baby..” he said and he pushed himself back inside and you cried out overstimulated. “Fuck.. Tom… fuck…” you tried to tell him that you felt like you could explode but you couldn’t even think. He fucked you until he came inside you and by then you both were sweaty. He grabbed an extra blanket and wrapped you up and he lied down next to you making sure you could think properly before you bothered going to the bathroom or showering. You felt amazing. It’s what you’ve been craving and he did so well. He kissed your head and wiped some sweat off of you before cuddling you.

Holy shit guys… I finally finished a request 😅 I’ve been slacking off lately so I apologize for lack of content. Shits been nuts but once summer comes I’m posting everyday 😜

Anyways as always requests are open, DMs are open, so yall better text me🙄

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greenteasnoothie · 10 months

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This is my first time making a request, but- hear me out.

Fem! Reader whose in a trial against Wesker and panics when he goes to pull her out of a locker- her solution to escaping his grasp? Slapping his ass. Whether it works or not is up to you-

How Wesker would react if you slap his ass during a trail

A/N: OMG ANON I LOVE THIS SO MUCH LOL AND OMG I'M HONORED THAT YOU DECIDED TO REQUEST YOUR FIRST REQUEST TO ME AAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(GIF is not mine)

Paring: DBD! Wesker X Fem!Reader

Genre: no clue maybe a little NSFT but idfk

Content mentioned: blood, slapping of bootys 😎

Wordcount: short

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“Two gens left come on, so close..” You tell yourself in your head while repairing one of the last two gens.

You start to feel your heart beating faster and louder the sound of blood rushing in your ears takes up all of your hearing. You look to the left and then to the right, that's when you see the killer…Wesker.

You leave the gen and start running for it, Wesker follows behind starting to charge up his Uroboros, you try to find a place where you can turn Connors and hopefully make it so he charges his uroboros to nothing because you keep on moving, but it’s all open where you are. Before you can even think of any other ideas he’s charging at you… and you just got pinned to a tree, you get out of his grasp and you RUN for it, you find a locker and hide in it hoping that maybe he won’t notice but nope he noticed. Wesker opens the Locker wags his finger in your face and pulls you out of the locker, now you're really freaking out. You try to wiggle out of his grasp but now you're so close to a hook, and you're starting to get tired..

SLAP

You pause, Wesker pauses and it seems you both are surprised by your action. Before you even process that you just slapped Wesker's ass he dropped you to the ground making you grunt.

You watch as Wesker walks away, is that blush or blood on his face?

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A/N (again): LMAOO SORRY THIS IS SHORT BUT I JUST LOVE THIS LMFAO THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST ANON

Also peeps I have a WIP post check it out if you want!!

(Btw people 😎 I’m open for emoji anons 😈😈)

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fuck-customers · 2 years

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🧜‍♂️ FUCK UNDERSTAFFING!! i’m not mad at my coworkers for calling in, but i wish they hadn’t because today (9/4) was a COMPLETE GODDAMN FUCKING NIGHTMARE!!!! a bit of background: my SM who is super cool and sweet and has a good amount of experience is serving as interim district manager for a few months, leaving the ASM in charge of the store until like november or some bullshit and bringing in an old shift lead to serve as ASM instead. now i don’t really know if i dislike my ASM because i transferred to my current store from a different location not too long ago, but regardless the man clearly does not fucking know or maybe doesn’t fucking care how much of a shitshow closing shifts can be because he keeps scheduling like fucking 3 people to close, max, and we keep staying late anyway even when everyone who’s scheduled shows up, like, we might get lucky and leave at 11:45 instead of 11:30. my new store is fucking huge, especially compared to the dinky kiosk i used to work in, but in general, this has to be one of the biggest *$ i’ve ever SEEN at all. so anyways, i wasn’t even scheduled to actually fucking close today, but all of the closets called out, so i ended up not only extending to close but coming in an hour early, too, picking up an entire two fucking hours already. the mid shift manager doesn’t finish all her fucking Manager Shit she’s supposed to do, so the entire shift, my closing manager (who is actually super sweet and i like him) has to pick up her slack and basically can’t help us with anything the whole shift. at close, it’s just me, a noob to the store in particular, my coworker A, a noob to the whole company as in even newer than i am at that specific store, and my manager, who i think is the newest manager too. not only that, but we’re behind on prep, my manager has to pull food out to defrost, like, he has a whole bunch of shit that he has to do for closing AND the leftover work from mid. so it’s basically me and my noob ass coworker closing the entire store by our fucking selves and we can’t even blame our lead because he’s doing his best and working his fucking ass off too. we ended up staying an entire fucking two hours late, ON TOP OF THE TWO HOURS I PICKED UP BEFORE AND AFTER MY SCHEDULED SHIFT, and my coworker and i ended up not taking our breaks even though our led told us to take our breaks because we both just wanted to get all our fucking closing tasks done and go home already, which is illegal, i know. but like idfk what to even do. we need to join the union so fucking bad, maybe if our store unionised we might not get fucked over so hard and so consistently at closing and in general. i wish i could fucking quit this job but the free coffee is nice the free therapy slaps and i need the money and don’t have the energy to fucking job search. i’m ready to explode lowkey fml

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thelaughingmerman · 1 year

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Ok after a rewatch (and now that I've cried again lmao bYE that second to last episode kills me bro) Assassination Classroom makes me so mad because like. Aside from some story things, not going in depth enough here and there, etc. Like aside from those it WOULD be an absolutely fantastic watch that I'd readily recommend to everyone.

However the perverted jokes knock it down several pegs. It's so par for the course in the shonen Manga I've read so I mean. I guess at this point I almost expect it from Manga. And maybe it's a cultural divide thing idfk but it's not funny it's never funny aaaaaagh. I mean it's still a good watch if you CAN ignore that prevalent detail. Because there is good.

I will say of the normal things I'd critique:

1) There are a lot of characters and most of them don't really get a time to shine. I understand the point and emphasis of Nagisas character but I feel it sort of hinders things. And at the same time it wouldn't be the same without them. It's a weird situation, I do wish he didn't narrate though.

2) In the anime Koro Senseis backstory (a years worth of friendship) takes the course of 30 minutes or less. You have to fill in the gaps yourself but in the whole Aguri. Really doesn't get a lot of screen time which makes it hard to take things as genuine? But that's probably just a me problem idk. (At the least no one ever mentions her being gone in the anime so it's like? I know they only had her for 2 weeks but still).

3) Nagisas mom gets off with a slap on the wrist like she didn't straight up physically abuse her son on screen but ok

4) wait another gross thing I really don't like the hahaha nagisa looks like a girl jokes. Like even after the people who do it realize it bothers him so much because of his mom's abuse (she wanted a girl and lives vicariously through him) still pick on him about it even when they said they'd cool it

5) while I like that the story has a beginning middle and end and I don't want a good story to overstay its welcome it's still a whole year we could have focused on some other characters too I'm sorry I'm focusing on that but they talk about how they're all family and it's about the whole class working together but you really don't know most of them by the end of it it's such a shame

6) she has her moments here and there but I don't care for irana and I especially don't like her and kurasama together there's no chemistry at all what was that

#itd like you forget for a bit that they gave this character that character flaw and then they bring it up again and its like #cool you fucked up a perfectly good character #and sure character flaws are character flaws we need flaws but a lot of the time its billed as hilarious or endearing and idk man its not #for me i just. outright ignore that aspect if and when i can

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knowlessman · 1 year

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doo doo DOO dooo, doo doo dootdoot doo, doo doo DOO doo, doo doo DOOTDOOTDOO dootdoo (bnha s2e21-25)(it's the FI-NAL EX-AM…)

(excuses re quirks and skimpy costumes, midnight and mt lady catfight) why

okay this OP might slap actually, the higher voice gives some idfk contrast or whatnot, makes it interesting. that and the generally more… introspective (?) tone of voice of the main singer? idfk I like this one

I hear tell we start getting less mineta at some point, when's that? ( :

bakugo studies?

…idk what I think about momo tbh. mid, I guess. kind of a Captain Carrot almost, except not OP; she doesn't even get to, like, win. the competence and likability are there, but Carrot's acknowledged overpoweredness and impossibly-perfect benevolence give him a compelling weirdness that momo doesn't have. momo doesn't stand out any more than kyoka does, but kyoka has a "cool teenager" personality and a rad costume.

don't try to make me relate to laserguts (he apparently got the 18th-highest score out of 20, also tho who in the entire fuck grades midterms by ranking the students what the shit is that)

…this blonde guy from B is the most forgettable little shit who ever lived, is he the guy with the Ditto ability from the horseplay event, that I wanted to not have to hate? : / -- k, Ninja Misty's name is Kendo and also she does have a name, she could turn out cool even if she doesn't seem to get a lot of screentime outside of hitting whatshisname

yaoyorozu. yaoyorozu. is it just because they're less common letters? is that why that one's harder to remember than uraraka? idfk

"I'm gonna do better than you, deku, whether you like it or not! you too, guy who only lost to me because he couldn't decide whether to tie one arm behind his back and was eminently unbothered about the result anyway!" vegeta gonna vegeet

"this time, you'll be fighting against the teachers!" … fun? this show has too many fun bits wtf it's almost just jojo but with a plot, no, more than one plot at a time, that actually have enjoyable writing in them -- curious if we'll see what Tonka Tough and… I can't even think of a joke for this one, but like, new surprises, this show is a neverending fucking birthday it's unreal

"deku and vegeta are a te my fucking gawd this is gonna be hell on a stick icanteven -- "oh and they're fighting jesus" vince mcmahon with laser eyes

obviously they would put the pervert against the other pervert smh

…wanna figure out whether they meant "if one escapes you win" or "if BOTH escape you win" but trying to understand what the rules are in this show has not proven fruitful so far so wever

so sato is basically choji from naruto then. meh -- 'XD almost surprised they could get the rights for the oraora but then I forgot Japan is a bit less Scrooge McDuck about copyright

(froppy and tokoyami) ah k so mr grin does clones… of some kind -- …I was not expecting Team Ice Climbers to be a thing, but I'm not NOT here for it -- (froppy doing...?) uh. -- 0_0 oh! oh, she can just regurgitate stuff, phew 'XD I misremembered what she said her other power was and thought the bird was gonna throw her stomach across the finish line

(iida and ojiro) "FUSION!" facepalm -- "you're going to have to toss me" counter is at 2. not complaining, I just think it's funny that that might end up being a common tactic here -- facepalm while looking back over the notes again iida is yoshi

(yaoyorozu and todoroki) "unless you've got a rudder and a lot of sails hidden in that bodice…" at least they paired her with another professional -- if we could just stop putting the 15-yo's chest in center screen that'd be great -- more to the point tho she Got To Do Things and had them work so good on that. and even when she wasn't sure of her own plan, she made the matryoshkas as flashbangs to begin with. you love to see it

(uraraka and laserguts) "do you like deku?" "WAAAA :O" lets go and flies backward then turns into a flying kick on sheer instinct mission failed successfully 'XD

(mina and kaminari) "I wonder how the principal will fight" this is gonna be REAL stupid, can't wait -- eh. 's good. no notes.

fuck yeah, been wondering what Korg's quirk is. also jiro's here too, happy bout that too -- oh, animals -- aye, mic's a hard counter to both. hm -- "these puny little ants outnumber him a hundred to" I mean yeah you get it -- 'XD koda doesn't like them either tho. Gonta Gokuhara, he is not

(hagukure and shoji) hagukure continues to mostly only be there for perv jokes -_-

(worst character and the tape guy) yeah this one's gonna be annoying. maybe they'll just skip it and do a cutaway thing saying they lost because mineta's worthless -- goddammit this fucker gets half a whole episode -- whoop de doo. she isn't attached to her whip tho… -- why'd that work? she fucking let him go for no reason. she wasn't even stuck to the ground herself, I don't think.

…I don't think I have anything going on tomorrow and my sleep pattern's already fucked, hell with it, might as well finish out the season here

"god explosion murder: origins" we know his origins, he has an inferiority complex because he was the king bully in a small town and thought he was the only kid who was gonna get into a big-name school, and he's just now being confronted with the fact that bluster and ego stop getting you anywhere past a point (when you aren't born a zillionaire) -- gonna be hard to talk vegeta out of flunking himself; best-case for deku is all might knocks him out and deku somehow pulls a win out of nowhere. I just really don't see bakugo getting nearly enough character development in nearly enough time to pass this, he's solidified too dense -- "you've been saying the greatest hero always wins since we were kids." yeah and he just stopped forming memories after that -- toss counter at 3 'XD -- JEEZUS, all might pulling the pro Smash player moves with that recoil tackle

-- well, I was sort of right about bakugo being knocked out. tbh tho I'm amazed that he let deku even touch one of his gauntlets, let alone fire one. he makes it hard not to underestimate and think the worst of him, but he keeps being scarily capable of cramming tactics into his head along with the piles and piles and piles of violence and hatred and self-hype

does it count as bakugo learning something from deku if what he learned was how to break himself in a bloodyminded grasp, not even for the moon, just to pass an exam, so that somebody has to fix him?

"some moved toward a new goal…" (shows uraraka) some got through on pure and unadulterated luck you mean

oh yeah, Handface and The Darkness are things. forgot about them. -- THE DANCING BOY HE'S HERE -- and, uh, Stab-Girl

I guess this one sets up the next season? we'll see

okay so I was understanding right that handface still doesn't like anything about stain and his "ideals," at least we're right side up on that. -- The Darkness is a good manager. spookily good.

uh. so. mr everything-i-touch-i-break has an arm around deku. did he just, like, win? -- …tea. frankly I dint know he wanted anyth - I'm sorry?

-- i -- …um. moving on? I think?

stain masks. freedom of merch, I guess : / getting weird with it this episode, I guess

"he yammered on about why he was doing what he was doing and got all over the news. I attacked a school for no explicit reason at all and everybody forgot about me. what's his secret, why are his ratings so much better than mine?"

uraraka could have wandered in from, it feels like, 60% of all the anime in existence. however, she does sometimes - well… the one time she really had her own plan was against bakugo and it didn't work, I dunno whether I can confidently say that she Gets To Do Things significantly more often than Sakura so far. : /

huh. not even an outro, then. but, uh, yeah, plot and things. quarter to five.

#knowless watches bnha

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full-cowlings · 3 years

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Spanking - Adult! Izuku Midoriya Smut

Izuku and Y/N had been out in public, spending the day out of town with a group of their old friends from U.A highschool. While they were out, Y/N had been acting like a brat. Pushing Izuku over the limits, teasing him, talking back to him, dirty talking to him, and when no one else was looking, bending down to show him a slight peek at her ass through the skirt she was wearing. (If you don’t want a skirt, feel free to change it :) )

Y/N had excused herself to go to the washroom, as they were currently at a restaurant with their group of friends. As she slipped past, Izuku caught a slight glance at the smirk on her lips.

She knew that she had been pushing Izuku’s buttons, in all the right places and at all the right times. As she walked into the washroom, she checked the stalls, making sure nobody was in there and locked the door.

She slipped her skirt ( Or whatever you chose idfk-) down to her ankles, along with her panties. She sat on the counter, positioning her phone up to a good angle where she could record herself.

She giggled and pushed the record button, angling herself in front of the camera perfectly. Then, in front of the camera, she started touching herself.

Her fingers were agile, her touch was soft but also extremely rough on herself as she played with her clit. Rubbing it in different directions, letting out low pleasured moans escape her parted lips.

She then slipped an agile finger into her wet cove, her lewd juices coating her fingers. Her fingers moved in and out of her hole, pleasuring herself.

With her other hand, she brought it up to her breasts, slowly starting to massage and grope them in her hands, rubbing her thumb over clothed hardened nipples.

She let out a low moan in a husky voice, “n-ngh~ daddy~” She then sped up, becoming rougher with her fingers, pumping her digits in and out of her tight hole faster and rougher.

Y/N let the hand that was playing with her breasts dip down to her cunt, starting to rub circles onto her clit as she grew closer to her orgasam.

The camera was positioned so it was able to capture her actions, but also her lewd expressions. She didn’t hesitate to show the expressions of pure pleasure she was having, letting out quiet moans and heavy breaths.

Y/N’s breath hitched, a pit growing deep in her stomach as she came all over her fingers. She moaned a quiet “fuck, daddy~” under her breath as she came down from her high.

She then pulled her fingers out of her cunt that was dripping wet from her cum. Y/N looked at the camera, bringing her fingers up to her mouth and licked her cum off of her fingers, looking at the camera seductively.

“Mmm~” She giggled, taking her fingers out of her mouth. She then stopped the recording, cleaning herself and the counter of the sink up and redressed herself.

Then, she sent the video to Izuku.

With a mischievous giggled, she unlocked the door and went back to her friends and partner.

Izuku felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, seeing a text from Y/N with a video attachment.

‘Bet you wish you were the one giving me

this pleasure, right daddy?~ ;)’

As the others were engrossed in their own conversations, Izuku opened the video, cocking an eyebrow to the side, curious by what she meant. He opened the video, his eyes widening by the sight of what the video showed, feeling blood rush to his dick.

He watched the video through, until he noticed Y/N walking back to the table. He let out a low growl and got up, gripping onto her wrist tightly. “I’m sorry guys, but something just came up, we have to go. It was nice seeing you guys again!” Izuku smiled, placing yen on the table to pay for the meal.

The others nodded, bidding them both a fair well. Izuku then dragged Y/N out of the restaurant, his face twisted in slight frustration.

The drive back home was silent, Y/N could sense something was going to happen. As soon as they arrived and got into their shared house, Izuku slammed the door shut and locked it, quickly pinning Y/N against the wall.

“Decided to be a brat didn’t you, slut?” Izuku growled, glaring daggers at the girl trapped in front of him. Y/N didn’t know whether to submit or to keep being a brat, so she stayed silent.

Izuku didn’t like this, immediately he brought a hand behind her head and pulled on her hair roughly. “Answer me, pet.” Y/N whimpered from the sudden force of her hair being pulled. “Y-Yes daddy..” Izuku looked at her, “and what do brats deserved to be?” “P-P-Punished daddy..” Izuku nodded, caressing her cheek gently. “Good doll, bedroom, now. And strip.”

Y/N nodded, hurring off to their bedroom and stripping of her clothing. Izuku came in a few moments later, seeing his pet on the bed all stripped and ready for him. “Perfect baby~” He whispered huskily.

Izuku climbed onto the bed, towering over Y/N. “Do you understand what you did wrong today, Puppy?~” (Yes, a Yagami Yato reference, FiGhT mE!) Y/N looked at him, nodding shyly. “Y-Yes master..” Izuku looked at her, “and what was that?” Y/N gulped, looking down. “I-I played with my holes without daddy’s permission.. I touched what belongs to master..”

Izuku smiled from the reaction. “Good Puppy~ Now.. you deserve a punishment.” Y/N’s face turned red from slight embarrassment. “What I’m going to do, is we’re going to play a game alright?” “Y-Yes master..” “Good.. now, lay down, legs spread and arms above your head.”

Y/N nodded, laying down on the bed, propping herself up with a couple of pillows and spread her legs, her face red from the embarrassment of her holes being shown like this. She brought her hands above her head, crossing them like how Izuku would have tied them.

“Good Puppy~, now, I’m going to kneel in between your legs, doing nothing but running my cock up, down and along your slit~. But you’re not allowed to shut your legs or move your arms, got it baby girl?~ Maybe I’ll even lightly tap it, maybe even smack it if you’re being naughty enough~. Over.. and over.. And over again. Maybe I’ll allow just the head of my cock to slip into your wet folds~ but nothing more than that~ let’s see who breaks first shall we?~ Will it be you, giving in and begging me to fuck your tight cunt with my cock, or will it be me, caving in to put my dick in your delicous hole~? I guess we’ll see.” Izuku smirked.

Y/N’s eyes widened, whining quietly from the idea of being teased and punished like this, but a pool of her own juices started to form, as she got extremely turned on by it.

“Oh?~ What’s this slut?~ Are you that turned on by the idea of me teasing you?~ Do you like being teased?~ Do you like it when I make you beg for master’s cock?~ Begging for daddy to cum inside your sweet little pussy and all over your breasts, maybe even in that delicious mouth of yours?~ You’re such a whore and a cum slut for me, aren’t you Doll?~” Izuku chuckled, caressing down her thighs.

Y/N knew she had to answer him, or else she’d be in even more trouble than she already was. “Y-Yes daddy~ I am~ I’m a slut for your teasing and for your cock daddy~” Izuku smirked, slapping her thigh lightly. “Good job Baby~ but that won’t get you out of your punishment~”

Izuku slipped his shirt off over his head, kicking off his pants and his boxers, throwing them somewhere in the room. Y/N looked at him, already struggling with the fact that she couldn’t touch him.

“Ready baby?~” Izuku whispered huskily into her ear. She only nodded. Izuku pulled her hair. “Answer me, whore.” “Y-yes master, I’m ready~” “Good slut~”

Izuku positioned himself in between Y/N’s spread legs, moving closer to her and slowly started rubbing his cock between her legs, against her slit. Y/N immediately moaned from the sensation, the heat between her legs growing.

Izuku looked at her and smirked, rubbing against her pussy lips a little rougher, wanting a reaction out of her. Y/N gasped, moaning a little louder, “a-ah~ Daddy~” Izuku looked at her, “yes baby girl~?” He asked, ‘innocently’ as he began to rub faster.

Y/N tried to speak, but only moans escaped her parted lips. Izuku smirked more, satisfied with her reactions and kept rubbing fastly and roughly.

Izuku brought one hand down to her clit, smacking it slightly, then tapping on it. Y/N bit her lip, trying to stop herself from moaning too loudly. Izuku looked at her, smacking her thigh roughly then rubbed her bottom lip with his thumb. “Don’t hide your sounds Puppy~ Let master hear how good he is making you feel~”

Y/N nodded, letting out a loud moan as she felt Izuku push the head of his cock into her hole, her walls tightening around it. Izuku chuckled, pulling out of her hole again, “such a whore for my cock, aren’t you slut?~” Y/N nodded, her face slightly flushed from the humiliation.

Izuku chuckled, pushing himself into her again, a little further than before but then pulled out quickly. She whined slightly from the teasing and the feeling of not being full. Izuku looked at her, “want to whine again, Puppy~?”

Y/N shook her head, “s-sorry master~” “Good Puppy~”

Izuku kept rubbing against her slit, slipping the head of his dick in slightly, then quickly pulling out. Y/N could feel herself getting close to her release, the teasing becoming too much.

“Aww, are you going to cum for daddy, babygirl?~ Too bad, you can’t cum until I’m done with you or I say so baby~” Izuku leaned down and whispered into her ear huskily, licking on her ear and sucking it slightly.

“B-But daddy-” Y/N went to protest, put a harsh slap to her thigh and a rough pull to her hair shut her up. “Don’t you dare talk back to your master, slut. I own you and your pleasure, you don’t get to decide when to cum.” Izuku growled.

Y/N nodded, “sorry daddy..” She whispered, moaning quietly as he kept rubbing against her. Izuku leaned down, starting to kiss, lick and suck on her neck.

He sucked harshly on a her neck, leaving multiple purple-greenish hickeys on her skin. He then did the same to her collarbone, shoulders and jawline, marking her as his own property.

This teasing went on for a while, Izuku making Y/N get closer and closer to her orgasam, before stopping, or even forcing her to keep it in, the edging cycle going on and on for a while.

Y/N then got an idea, although it would be disobeying her master’s rules, it was worth a shot. She suddenly moved her arms, gripping onto Izuku’s shoulders and swapping their positon.

Now, Izuku was on the bottom, and Y/N was on top of him, straddling him. Izuku looked at her surprised, “what do you think-” He tried to ask, but before he could finish his sentence, Y/N immediately sunk herself onto Izuku’s cock.

They both moaned at the sensation, Y/N starting to ride him cowgirl style. Izuku gasped, looking at her, “P-Puppy!~ A-Ah~ What do you think you’re doing!?~ Nnngh~” He moaned as she rode his cock. “Taking control, master~” Y/N smirked.

She then started to bounce herself on his dick, riding him faster and rougher, allowing his cock to rub her in all the right places. Izuku groaned as Y/N started scratching down his chest, her nails digging into his skin and as scratch marks were formed.

Y/N rocked her hips back and forth faster than before, bouncing rougher on his dick, moaning loudly. Sweat started forming on their bodies, glistening in the light.

Y/N could feel herself getting ready to cum, longing the orgasam that she was constantly denied. Y/N threw her head back, riding and bouncing on Izuku’s dick harder and faster as she grew ready to cum.

Suddenly, a hand was wrapped around her throat, making her gasp in surprised and stopping her movement. Izuku smirked, his grasp on her neck tightening as he lifted her off his cock.

“Don’t you dare try to overpower daddy, baby girl~ I’m the one in control here, I’m the one who makes you feel good. Over my knee, now!” Izuku growled into her ear, releasing his hand from her neck.

Y/N obeyed, positioning herself over Izuku’s knee, giving him full exposure to her ass. “Now, I want you to count for daddy.” Y/N nodded, “o-one..”

As soon as she spoke, there was a slap to her ass. Y/N gasped and jerked slightly, “keep counting, slut.” “T-two..” Slap another spanked was hit, this time harsher than it was before. Y/N couldn’t help but moan, getting turned on. “Three..” Another spank, this time even harsher and rougher.

Her ass already stung, but she was lucky that Izuku wasn’t using the flogger this time. She kept counting, “four..” , and with every slap, it grew rougher.

“F-five...” Once she reached five, Izuku stopped spanking her for a few moments. He caressed her ass with the back of his hand. “Look at that, your ass is all red for me~ does it sting whore?~ Or do you like the feeling of me spanking you~? Are you a slut for my spanking too?~” Izuku asked.

“A-Ah~!” Y/N only answered with a loud moan as Izuku brought his hand back down on her ass. “I knew you were a dirty little whore for your master, a dirty little slut for your daddy~” Izuku chuckled, spanking her again.

This went on for a few more rounds, Y/N continuing to count as Izuku spanked her ass. By the end of it, her ass was red and stinging from the sensation.

Y/N couldn’t take anymore teasing. “P-Please master~” She whispered. “Please what, Puppy?~” Izuku looked at her. “Please, don’t tease me anymore~ please, fuck my tight holes~, use me for your pleasure~, make me remember who my master and daddy is~, please ruin your little cumslut~” Y/N begged.

Izuku smirked, “as you wish, Doll~”. With that, he grabbed a fistful of her hair, shoving her onto the bed, her face pressed into the mattress and her ass in the air for him. Y/N’s eyes widened as she realized what he was doing.

Suddenly, Izuku’s cock dove into her tight hole at a harsh pace. Y/N cried out in pleasure at the sudden, however the familiar feeling of being full. Izuku placed one hand on her waist, the other on her ass.

He snapped his hips back, then forward again as he kneaded the supple skin of her ass. He then brought his hand up, spanking her roughly again. Y/N’s body jerked forward in pleasure and surprise as she let out a moan.

Izuku smirked, leaning forward and whispering into her ear, “you like that, my little cock slut?~” Y/N let out a pleasured cry as he spanked her ass again, “nngh!~ Y-Yes daddy!~”

Izuku thrusted his hips faster, continuing to spank Y/N rougher and harsher each time, but also caressing and kneading the supple skin as well. “Good girl~. You handle daddy’s dick so well baby~”

Izuku brought the hand that was on her waist, to her neck, choking her again. “But you also like being choked, spanked and ruined by master don’t you, pet?~ You’re such a naughty Puppy for your master~ begging him to let you cum~, to let him ruin your pretty little holes~.”

Y/N nodded, enjoying the feeling of being choked. “Y-Yes, god yes daddy!~ P-Please fill my holes up with your cum master~” Izuku’s cocked jumped from her words, thrusting faster. “Of course baby girl~, but you know how things around here, beg for it, beg for daddy my little cumslut~”

Y/N whined, starting to bed. “Please master~ please let me cum~ please~ let me feel your cum in my tight little pussy~ the pussy that you and only you own~ the little cunt that only you can give this much pleasure to~ make your little cumslut feel good~ I’ll be a whore for your cock daddy~.”

Izuku smirked, closing his eyes and he concentrated. Little sparks of electricity sparked from his body, and Y/N knew he activated his quirk.

It wasn’t the first time he’s done it, but whenever he does do it, he’s always extremely careful with her and his quirk. “Of course, doll~.”

He then snapped his hips back, thrusting his hips forward and into her again. Y/N cried out as she felt the zaps of electricity hit her skin, sending small shockwaves, adding to the pleasure.

Izuku moved his hand again from her throat, bringing his fingers to her mouth. “Suck, now.” Y/N parted her lips, allowing Izuku to slip his fingers into her cavern. Izuku groaned at the feeling of her tongue on his fingers, moving them around and exploring her mouth.

Izuku kept thrusting his hips faster and harder, hitting her g-spot, making Y/N moan loudly around his fingers. Izuku smirked and angled himself so he could keep hitting that spot.

He moaned as he felt her start sucking rougher on his fingers, thrusting them deeper into her mouth, causing her to deep throat them. Izuku brought his other hand down, spanking her multiple times in a row.

Izuku took his fingers out of her mouth, gripping and pulling on her hair again, forcing her to look at him. Y/N’s face twisted into lewd expressions, letting her tongue roll out of her mouth, her eyes rolling back in pleasure and drooling slightly as he kept thrusting into her using his quirk.

Izuku smirked and pulled on her hair rougher, spanking her at the same time. “M-Master, p-please let me cum!~ Please, cum inside your little whore and fill me up with your cum~!” He nodded, slapping her ass again.

“You can cum, my little fucktoy~” That was all she needed, her face pressed into the mattress as she gripped onto the sheets, shaking from the pleasure as she started to cum. “C-Cumming!” She yelled.

Izuku groaned as her juices flooded over his cock, and with a few final thrusts he too came. “M-Me too, f-fuck!~” He cursed under his breath as he came inside of her.

He slowly stopped his thrusting, panting and breathing heavily as they both came down from their high. Izuku deactivated his quirk, the sparks of electricity disappearing.

He pulled out of her, letting her and his cum flow out of her cunt, dripping down her thighs and onto the bed. “You did great, Puppy~” Izuku smiled softly.

But then he gripped her jaw, making her look at him. “Are you going to disobey master anymore, Puppy?~” He asked. Y/N looked at him and shook her head, “n-no master.” Izuku kissed her forehead. “Good, now.. I think you deserve a nice hot bath after that.”

#midoriya izuku #dom!izuku #deku smut #izuku smut #smut oneshot #smut #bnha smut #midoriya smut #bnha midoriya #bnha deku #bnha izuku #deku x fem!reader #deku x y/n #deku

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smutsonian · 3 years

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okay but,, imagine if the reader had been a complete brat and gone out without letting Lee know. He waned her before about the dangers out there and that he wont always be there to save her. This gives him an idea. Lee decides to scare her by locking her up in a prison cell with Robert Pronge. Lee lets him do whatever he wants for the next few hours and even sits himself in a chair to get a better look..

ababahhaha aAhaha ahb WIAT LET ME BREATHE GOR A SECOND

lesson learned

lee bodecker x reader x robert pronge

warnings: dark, noncon, voyeurism, slight angst, posessive lee, creepy robert, not proofread!

word count: 1.4k

a/n: idfk how to do the keep reading thingy on mobile. Also I TRIED AND OMFG I JUST REALLY LIKE SOFT DARK CHARACTERS OKAY?!

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You asked Lee if you can go to the store later but when he told you that he’ll be doing extra shifts, you told him that you can go on your own. Lee didn’t like the idea of you going out on your own and he decided to give you a speech about the dangers of the outside world.

“Anyone can hurt you!”

“Anyone can just take you. In a blink, you’re gone. Taken away from me. Do you want that? Do you want someone to take you away from me?”

“No.”

“So don’t go out without me. Don’t go out by yourself, got it?” He was so angry and adamant but you really wanted to go out. You needed to go to that store.

So you decide to ignore Lee and go to the fucking story anyway.

Of course, Lee finds out. He’s the sheriff and everyone basically works for him. So it’s not a surprise that someone tattled on you.

He drove straight to the shop, guiding you back in his cruiser, almost as if you’re being arrested but he let you sit on the passenger’s side. He was quiet throughout the ride which was scary because he’s usually mouthy when he’s mad but when he’s quiet…

He’s really really mad.

Your anxiety only got worse when he missed the turn to your house and straight to the station.

He stopped the car before quickly getting out, walking towards your side, and helping you out. Even mad, he still guides you.

You follow him inside, frowning when he grabs your arm before pushing you inside a cell with a strange man. You ignored the man, watching Lee as he closed the gates before getting a chair and placing it just in front of your cell.

“Such a pretty little face…” the strange man says from behind you. Your skin prickles when you feel him getting closer to you and you glance at Lee with tearful and frightened eyes.

“L-Lee what’s ha-happening?” You watch Lee’s jaw clench and unclench before he adjusts himself on the chair.

“I told you not to go out on your own, didn’t I?” He asks, giving you a glare.

“You did.” You confirm.

“But you still went out.” He hisses.

“But I still went out…” You repeat, bowing your head in shame.

“I’m sorry, Lee… I just really wanted to buy—” You try to reach for the paper bag but then Lee grabs it through the gaps of the cell before tossing it aside.

“Doesn’t matter what you needed to buy, darling. You still disobeyed me. I’m not making rules for my own good here, sweetheart. I’m making them for you.” He shakes his head in disappointment, making your heart clench in regret.

“I’m sorry, Lee! I really am!” You cry, not aware of the hungry look that the strange man behind you is giving you.

“I won’t do it again. I promise!” Your hands clamped around the bars, reaching out to Lee. He grabs your hands before giving each a kiss and letting them go.

“Oh, you won’t do it again. I’m pretty sure of that…” He smiles before loosening his belt.

“I learned my lesson, Lee. I won’t do it again. Please let me out…” You whisper, eyes blurred with tears as you begged him. You could see conflict in his eyes as if he’s fighting with himself.

“Oh, you will learn your lesson, sweetheart. I know it’s hard to teach you some manners but this time, I’m pretty sure you’ll learn.” He nods at the man behind you before you feel yourself being dragged back to the stranger’s chest.

“That’s Robert. He’ll help you learn a simple lesson, sweetheart.” Lee smiles before leaning back against his chair.

“Nice to meet ya, pretty face!” The man behind you, Robert, cheers before tearing your clothes apart. You were too shocked to react and you only snapped out of it when you felt his rough hands palming your breasts.

“L-Lee!” Your voice cracks at Lee, desperate and scared.

“I know, sweetheart. It’s scary but you have to learn!” Lee frowns before nodding at Robert once more.

You feel a kiss on your cheek before his hot breath fans your ear.

“This’ll be quick, baby. Just gotta teach ya a lesson like your daddy told you…” You whimper when your hair is yanked backward and a stinging sensation fills your body when Robert forces his cock inside you.

Your screams seemed to turn Robert on because he only went faster and harder, ignoring your sobs and seemingly enjoying the scratches that your nails are giving his arms. He uses your breasts as a handle to keep your body against him while his hips continue to rut into you.

“Ow!” You cry out when you feel his teeth biting into your neck when a loud bang comes from the metal bars.

“Don’t fucking bite her, Pronge!” Lee’s voice was strained and you looked at him, seeing him stroking his cock while his eyes continued to glare at Robert.

“My bad…” Robert chuckles before wiping the skin that he bit and placing a kiss on it.

“Sorry, baby…” He continues to rut into you and you see Lee matching the rhythm that Robert is using to pound into you.

Robert easily manipulates your body so you’re on your knees and he forced your face down against the floor only to be yanked up so a pillow could be placed against your face.

“Gotta keep that pretty face comfortable…” Robert chuckles before patting your cheek and crawling behind you.

“Ready or not…” Robert sings before seething himself inside you with the same rhythm as before only this time, his cock enters deeper, hitting a spot that always made your legs shake.

“Slap her ass,” you hear Lee’s quiet voice and you look back at him who seems to be close with how his hips are jerking against his hand.

Robert smacks your left cheek hard, earning a loud yelp from you. He continued pounding you from behind, groaning and pleasure as your walls started to clench around his throbbing cock.

“You can cum, baby,” Lee’s voice reaches your ear. You didn’t want to cum on Robert’s cock but his hand finds its way to your cunt, fingers playing with your clit, eager to pull a release from you.

He didn’t have to wait long because soon, you were a crying mess while your whole body shakes on the floor as Robert continued to pound into you.

Just when he’s about to cum inside you, he’s pushed out of you by Lee who quickly shoved himself inside of you, thrusting a few times before cumming inside of you, releasing thick and warm coats of his seed.

“Ahh fuck!” Robert exclaims, finishing himself off on your ass.

“You fucking bitch…” Lee growls before wiping Robert’s cum off your ass with a white cloth.

Lee helps you up, wrapping his jacket around you before pulling you close. He tilts your head towards him, a finger on your chin before asking.

“You learned your lesson?”

You only nod at him, eyes tired as they fluttered shut. Lee presses a kiss on your forehead before guiding you up.

“That’s my girl.”

Robert stands up, patting his pants clean before smiling at the sheriff.

“Hey if you wanna help with teaching your girl some manners, you know where to find me,” Robert laughs at the glare that Lee gives him.

“In your fucking dreams”

“Fucking your girl is a dream,” Robert sighs dreamily, looking at your sleeping form against Lee.

“It’s a one time favor, Pronge. Now get the fuck out of here. Our deal is done.” Lee brings you back to his cruiser as Robert follows the both of you.

He stares at your form on the passenger‘s side while Lee closes your door.

“Call me when you need someone dead. I like your method of payment.” Robert snickers.

Lee didn’t like how Robert seems to be infatuated by his girl. Lee couldn’t blame him but you're his. You’re Lee’s and nobody else’s.

“Fuck off, Pronge.”

“Whatever.” Robert steals a glance at you one last time before leaving.

Lee enters the car before driving home. He looks at you before smiling. He knows you only love him. You’re good like that. You just have to be taught some lessons from time to time.

But he’s sure as fuck that he won’t be asking for Robert’s help anymore.

Lee looks at the bag that you were holding earlier and he feels his heart skips a beat when he sees what’s inside.

Candies

“Oh, my baby…” Lee smiles at your sleeping form before pressing a kiss on your nose. He wouldn’t have to worry about Robert.

part two-ish

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sillysnack · 2 years

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the madrigal theater 😱

daily headcanon masterlist

day 15: feb. 14, 2022

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notes: part one here ! this is post canon btw !! so i changed some stuff abt bruno’s room lol :P also idfk what im doing with this

“cloud its feb. 19″ im a time traveler /j

posted the whole fic on ao3 :D (link)

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“they’re laughing about me again... wonder why this time.” camilo grumbles. isabela and mirabel only join in the laughter, despite not knowing why dolores and antonio were laughing.

“i think deserved.” mirabel giggles. camilo frowns. he can’t win, can he? thankfully for the shapeshifter, their abuela tells them to all gather in bruno’s new room. it was still spacious but didn’t have multiple flights of stairs that the whole family would walk up.

“bruno told me all about the story. i have to say, it’s good.” bruno beams with pride and announces, “agustín and félix are in charge of the songs and casting. take the floor, you two.”

agustín and félix look at the little scribbles on their hands and whisper to each other, bruno occasionally nodding and pointing at the vision.

agustín squints his eyes. “i don’t know who that is... can you remove the sticker?” bruno nods, “not in front of them though, obviously.” he chuckles.

camilo shapeshifts into antonio and approaches the trio. he tugs at the hem of félix's pants. “can i see tío's vision?” félix rolls his eyes. “camilo, your brother’s with dolores with mirabel.” the two turn to antonio, whose nails are being painted by his sister and cousin. camilo returns to his original look and shrugs. “it was worth a shot. can i still see tío's vision though?”

félix sighs. there’s no arguing with him, is there? he looks at agustín and bruno, who both nod. camilo greedily removes the butterfly sticker covering the person in the vision. “huh. they’re small.”

the three men simultaneously whisper to camilo, “that’s your brother.” camilo’s face turns into a mixture of disgust and confusion. “dolores said this was a horror slash romance?” bruno covers up his laughing with coughs. “you know your sister can be a little mischievous too.”

camilo narrows his eyes for a split second. can’t catch a break with this family. it makes sense, though. we’re all just a bunch of mischievous people grouped together. i want to say abuela’s an exception but she’s not... ever since casita broke down, so did her stoic demeanor. holy shit, camilo. was that you?

camilo walks up to antonio’s little party, isabela and luisa joined in as well. “mind if i crashed the party?”

mirabel replies with a question, “do you want our honest answer?” camilo rolls his eyes and sits on the floor beside them. he grabs the orange nail polish, isabela lightly slaps his hand. “i’ll do your nails! i’ve seen you put on nail polish, it’s decent but i want to do it.” camilo reaches his hand out. “be my guest.”

the grandkids talk amongst themselves while the adults do the same. it looked like a mini party was happening in bruno madrigal’s room. the atmosphere was happy, content. they almost forgot about the musical that agustín, bruno, and félix had made in two hours.

almost.

“oh, right. the musical.”

pepa smiles. “i was wondering when you guys were going to talk about it.” félix gives his wife a kiss on the cheek, “your wish is our command.”

the whole family spent four hours in bruno’s room, talking about a whole musical they would all star in. the target audience? themselves.

mirabel, luisa, and agustín were in charge of costumes. bruno, dolores, and alma made sure everyone knew their parts, they wrote the script; occasionally arguing about whose version of a scene to follow. julieta, pepa, félix were the stage directors, they helped show how certain scenes and lines were to be performed.

while everyone in the family were musically talented, camilo, agustín, dolores, and luisa wrote and composed the songs. they would also be playing the background music in certain scenes.

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2 weeks passed by like a blur in the casita, everyone had stuff to do for the townspeople but none of them seemed to mind the overwhelming number of tasks; casita itself even helped make the backgrounds for the musical.

to put it short, the family madrigal gave their all for a family project.

it was now the day where they would perform the musical. before the performance started, dolores made sure to set up a camera, so each family member could take photos of what they deemed were important moments...

...which was almost the whole musical.

they set up the first scene on the stage in camilo’s room. it was the obvious choice for them to hold the musical, given the fact it was a literal theater.

depicting the story of a young adventurer, accompanied by his sister and abuela. they were all played by antonio, mirabel, and alma, respectively. at the ripe age of five, his parents (played by félix and pepa, of course) had told him to acquire some hidden treasure along with some trusted people. why the parents couldn’t accompany the boy was unknown.

the young boy’s adventure had been a rocky one. first, his sister got taken by a group of bandits (bruno, isabela, and camilo). she had lost to a duel with their leader, which was beautifully executed through song form.

the boy and his abuela then lost all their resources; thankfully, a kind couple was there to help them. the couple is played by julieta and agustín, who both sang hints on how the boy could get to the treasure his parents spoke of.

a few scenes later, the character of bruno appears, disheveled. he sings of how he no longer wishes to be a bandit, antonio’s character hears all of this and convinces him to abandon that path. the young boy gained a new friend.

the former bandit talks to the young boy and his abuela about his sister’s location.

while antonio was on stage for most of the musical, family members who weren’t in a scene were the audience. they made sure to appreciate the musical of a lifetime.

an hour passes by and they all get to the stage and bow to casita, who enthusiastically swings the doors to camilo’s room.

“ay, what time is it?” félix’s question is answered with silence.

“so much stuff in my room and not a clock in sight...” camilo looks at his cousins and sister. “you’re all helping me clean.” félix nudges his son on the side. “i’m right!” he chuckles.

“well, we did start this at around 5 PM...” bruno mumbles to himself, then speaks to the rest of the family. “it’s probably 7 PM right now.”

“is anyone hungry?” julieta ties her hair up, ready to head to the kitchen. pepa grabs her sister. “you’ve done too much for us. we’ll cook dinner tonight, right?” the other madrigals nod. julieta’s a little hesistant, what if something bad happens to casita?

“if you say so... i’ll be keeping watch on you all.”

mirabel laughs. “relax, mom! what’s the worst that could happen? they say ‘the more, the merrier’, right?”

#encanto drabble #bruno madrigal #camilo madrigal #dolores madrigal #mirabel madrigal #agustín madrigal #julieta madrigal #felix madrigal #pepa madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #luisa madrigal

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blxetsi · 3 years

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HIIIII!! can i get a pieck finger dating headcanons if that’s alright with you of course? your stuff makes me soft, stay safe!

yuh ‼️ tysm for your request

pieck finger dating headcanons (modern au)

pieck finger x gn!reader

warnings: literal fluff, no angst or anything i love pieck

- bc pieck is assumed to be like 23-26 this wont be a uni au or anything

- idk i rlly think you guys wouldve met in a mundane way

- like you bump into her on the sidewalk and try to the really awkward "oh im so sorry i didnt see you there- no really it was my fault- are you sure youre okay ?- okay great- no im not hurt- yeah- okay have a good day and again im so sorry !!" thing with her

- and then maybe you guys see each other again at a coffee place, youre there with your friends and shes there with hers, and you dont wanna talk to her obv bc that would be awkward

- then ur friend makes u go and order another coffee for them, and while youre waiting for your order pieck comes and stands beside you

- and shes very observant yknow ?? if she sees a face its very hard for her to forget it

- so she immediately recognizes you and blurts out "its you !"

- and you have to be like "oh yeah ! it is me ! its you too"

- she finds it quite cute and giggles about it

- a very laidback person but also a very blunt person

- she doesnt find any harm in asking "can i get your instagram @" look she doesnt wanna be a creep and ask for ur number right at the start

- and it gives her a chance to find out what kind of person you are

- it would absolutely suck for her if such a cute face was posting fishing pictures and alt right propaganda yknow ??

- so you two do and then both of your orders come so you two give awkward goodbyes before going back to your groups

- her instagram is very pretty, nice themes

- she posted a couple of hours ago, with her and her friends in a park, taking a couple of posed photos while some looking like they were natural

- shes adorable and you cant help but feel your cheeks go warm as you basically stalk her page

- she dms you and says "are you too busy looking at my feed that you havent followed me yet ?" and you see this mf staring at you across the room like 👁️👁️

- okay nosy lets calm down now 🙄🤚

- you try to defend urself but ur typing so quick you keep making errors in your writing, she ends up saying something else

"you know, i was doing the exact same thing. youre beautiful you know"

- thank you pieck 🥰

- over the next couple of weeks thats how you two communicate. she'll send you instagram memes and edits of her favourite shows, movies, games etc. and you find yourself having a lot in common w her

- you check her story so frequently it becomes one of the first accounts on the top of your homepage

- and FINALLY, when she feels she can see you as a friend and not just some pretty stranger she met on the street she asks you out

- it was a simple thing, just to the movies, and she even let you pick which one !! (imagine its pre covid idfk)

- you two go and its an awkward hug before you both head inside

- you pay for your tickets and she gets an extra large popcorn and a drink

- you assume shes just v hungry but before you can order yourself something shes like "what are you doing i got this for us !!"

- rlly cute bitch omfg

- during the movies, after she eats literally most of the fucking popcorn, she pulls your hand out of your lap and holds it with her buttery one 🥰🤚

- this bitch had crumbs and didnt even think to wipe them off

- you still held her hand tho anyways

- after that night you parted ways in front of the theater after making sure you two would be getting home safe

- and that became routine for a couple of weeks, not going to the movies obviously bc thats expensive but watching movies together !! youd go over to her apartment or she would come over to yours

- one thing about pieck is that shes very touchy

- one way or another she will end up cuddled with you on the couch

- it doesnt matter if its you being forcefully pulled on top of her body or her draping herself over you like shes a blanket, you two WILL be cuddling and you WILL enjoy it

- but finally, as if the gods gave you mercy, she finally kissed you

- it felt so nice, her lips were soft and sticky from her lip gloss and she tasted like the swedish berries you had gotten for her to munch on

- and the rest of the movie you two just sat there, kissing each other and giggling like teens

- she ended up staying the night, and complimented your bedsheets

- your relationship moved pretty fast after that

- she had already told all of her friends about you, they werent very surprised

- when you got officially introduced her friends zeke and porco tried to do that whole "if you hurt her.." speech before she slapped them and had marcel pull you away to safety

- other than that the night was very fun, you got to talking about your career, why you moved to the city, and other mundane topics

- pieck is actually a graphic designer, and everytime she comes to sleep over she just HAS to bring her laptop with her

- its basically just her laying in between your legs while she types away, youll pet her hair and lay soft kisses on her neck, and occasionally ask what shes doing

- she likes to tell you, has no problem in answering the questions you have, even if you think theyre stupid ones, shes very soft with you

- also a bit of a trickster

- for your first april fools together she slept over, you didnt have anything planned for her bc youre a good person and wont hurt the ones you love

- she stuffed your breakfast muffin with mustard 😁👍

- you gave her the cold shoulder for the rest of the day until she apologized by getting you a new muffin

- now she always dropped the l bomb to you, but she never needed you to say it

- thats why, when you were helping her cook dinner at her place you softly said "see ? and thats why i love you" she kind of,,, stopped what she was doing

- you realized why she wasnt washing the knife she used to cut your vegetables and tried to backtrack, but it was too late, she was already tackling you into a hug and taking you down onto the floor

- she just gave you kisses while repeating "i love you i love you i love you" over and over again

- bc of her you burnt ur fucking chicken smh

- you spent that night eating junk food and watching movies

- piecks a very observant person, so she always knows when youre sad too

- when you give that little huff when you come home to your (new !) shared apartment she knows something is up

- she'll slowly trail behind you as you walk to your bedroom, stripping to your underwear and changing into your pajamas

- you crawl into bed just wanting a nap to forget about the day, and she'll crawl in with you and hold you

- you never like to cry but youre so frustrated and upset at your coworkers, at that rude customer, at those deadlines, that you just breakdown

- and she lets you, she lets you almost suffocate yourself in her chest with how much your pushing your head into it, she strokes your hair while you choke on your own cries and hands you tissues when you need to blow your nose

- "what do you need my love ?" "i just need you" "okay baby"

- communication is a big thing in the relationship, and because shes been so open and honest from the beginning, talking about how you feel has never been easier

- in fact, you like talking about how you feel about your relationship, or how you didnt like what pieck said to your friends the other day, this and that, you feel comfortable and safe with pieck no matter what, which makes talking about even the most hardest things seem so simple and natural

- all in all, even when she wakes you up with spontaneous ice cream dates or asks that you put raisins in the popcorn during movie night, even with the fights and the crying and the exhaustion the next day, life would be much duller without her, and you only have to thank your clumsy self

uhh i feel like this is very short but yeah ❤️ requests are open so go crazy mfs ‼️

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heartbreakgrill · 3 years

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Finally; Monty Green (The 100)

a/n: i can’t stick to one fandom. i write for whatever my hyperfixations are based on. this month, it’s the 100.

description: friends to lovers, giving each other things you like idk

You sighed at the warm breeze wafting through the open door to the supply room. The Rovers had left a while ago, out on some mission surveying the land. You were going through the boxes of books Gina was slowly collecting for you from Mount Weather. You were a teacher’s apprentice on the ship before you were imprisoned for stealing medicine. Now that safety and immunity was granted in the form of Arkadia, you were back under the wing of Matthew Gunner. There weren’t many kids left, but they still needed taught.

Jasper, who wasn’t allowed out on missions yet, lazily worked beside you. You had forced him to help you, seeing as he had nothing else to do but drink all day. Music played from the speaker they had found in Mount Weather, at a soft volume after you forced him to turn it down. He needed a lot of forcing these days.

Jasper had had a soft spot in his heart for you since you were introduced to him and Monty when the drop ship first landed three months ago. The three of you got along well and you had been roped into their’s and Clarke’s reckless gang. After recovering from your sustained injuries in Arkadia, you decided against being involved in those antics. You finally safety and you didn’t want to experience near-death experiences willingly.

Jasper, humming and flipping through a picture book, was sat beside your seat at the steel table. You set another book on the shelf and went back to said-seat.

“How long you gonna make me do this today?” Jasper handed you a book.

“You have legs, Jasper,” you hissed and stood to put it on the shelf. You decided to just stand from now on. “And, I’ll make you stay here until you tell me one thing that made you happy yesterday.”

Jasper threw his head back and a guttural groan resounded from his hollow cheeks, “God, stop talking to Monty about my feelings.”

“Your feelings need to be talked about,” you insisted. “Plus, gratitude exercises are good for healing trauma.”

Jasper sassed, “Trauma? Oh, you mean when Monty and Clarke murdered my girlfriend and her people?”

You had never played into his pity party, always biting back with an equal level of sass. “Yeah, that trauma.”

Jasper opened his mouth to respond when the humming sound of a Rover cut him off. You both watched as Monty, Bellamy, Raven, and Miller stepped out of the parked vehicle. Octavia tied her horse up outside before strutting past everyone, probably on her way to find Lincoln.

Raven limped over to you, a wide smile on her face. “Anything interesting?”

The others, except for Miller, slowly followed her. You shook your head, “It’s been mostly textbooks because they started itching at the classrooms.”

You shuffled through the pile you created of books you thought your friends might like. “Oh! Yes, Bellamy, I found a copy of Greek tragedies.”

You handed him the thick novel and his face lit up. He rounded the table to give you a tight hug, “Thank you so much. I just finished the Iliad and was hoping you had something new.”

“Of course,” you grinned up at him. He stalked off to find his girlfriend as Jasper snuck away, thinking he was off duty. Monty sat in Jasper’s empty seat and Raven took yours.

“Raven, here’s a textbook with a bunch of computer coding bullcrap that I genuinely don’t understand. Thought you might like to get into that more,” you used both hands to give her this heavy book.

She, much like Bellamy, lit up. She opened her arms, wide, and you came around to hug her. “I’m gonna go get changed and crack this bad boy open. See you guys at dinner.”

You turned to Monty, who you were closer to now. Both, literally and figuratively. Back in Mount Weather, the two of you had grown a bond that tightened whenever he saved you from getting killed by the bone marrow extractions. You were weak and hurt and he comforted you.

“Anything for me?” He rested his chin in his palm, watching you as your hands reached for the thinning pile.

You nodded and slid into the seat beside him. Your knees touched his as you turned towards him. “This ones about Aerospace engineering. You probably already know a lot about it, but the pictures are pretty.”

You thumbed through it and found a glossy photo of the galaxy. Monty was looking at you, but you didn’t notice, when he said, “It’s beautiful.”

“And then there’s this,” you closed the book and set a smaller one on top. The book was a sage green with leaves all over it. The title read, in big, white letters, “It’s 4:20 Somewhere.”

Monty mumbled the title beneath his breath and gasped. “You’re awful.”

“Hey, I’m not the stoner,” you teased, leaning in to catch his eyes.

Monty smiled, nose scrunching up as he tried to insult an angry expression. He reached for your waist, giving a gentle shove to your side. You slid across your seat slightly before respositioning yourself. You leaned into his hand, which was still hanging in the air, but the inexperienced flirter pulled away.

You frowned at his shyness, but shook off the yearning for more than gentle touches and shushed smiles. A beat of silence paused the conversation, then Monty jumped up with a gentle, “Oh! I just remmebered. I got you something, too.”

You turned in your seat and watched him jog back over to the Rover. He opened the side door and reached in, pulling out his bag. You met him at the Rover and he set his bag onto the hood. You leaned against the side, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed.

“What could you have possibly found out there in the wilderness,” you laughed at your own words.

Monty, who was digging in his bag, chuckled. “Just wait and- see!”

With his final, exclaimed word, he presented a rusted, golden necklace with the letter ‘M’ dangling from the chain. You turned deep red, your hands becoming clammy and heart jumped through your ribs.

“Monty, is-“ you cut yourself off, unable to form a comprehensive sentence. “That’s...”

Monty gently dropped the necklace into your hands. You eyes flickered up to him and then back down to the gift you were fingering. He was watching you intently, waiting for you to say something.

“Where did you get it?” You asked.

He shrugged, “We stopped at a trading post ask for directions and I saw the Grounder wearing it. Traded my rations and a belt for it.”

Your hand automatically slapped his arm, “Monty! You must be starving.”

He grabbed your hand before you could pull it away from his arm. “It was worth it. Here, let me put it on you.”

He turned you around by tugging on your arm. You handed him the necklace, gathered your hair into a make-shift ponytail, and waited. His nimble fingers brushed against your skin as he clasped the jewerly around your throat. The cold metal settled onto your chest and you turned back around.

You looked up at him, “See, there’s an M on this necklace. My name starts with a [idfk what your name starts with, fill in the blank].”

Your brow quirked at him and he turned sheepish. Monty glanced at his shoes, hands wringing against one another. “What ever could that mean?”

You smiled and touched his hand. He let go of himself and let your fingers move between his. Both of you looked up at the same time and your eyes bore into one another. You pressed forward and he stayed where he was. Your chest hit his and his free hand finally landed on your waist. You carefully grabbed the back of his neck, intertwining your hand into his hair.

“Please kiss me.”

“Yeah, okay, I probably should do that now,” he rambled on. He shut his mouth firmly, then caught your lips.

You heard a cheer resounding through the room and pulled your lips off of him. Monty and yourself looked over to the noise, watching as Jasper bounced up and down, a glass in his left hand. His other was shaking in the air, a wide grin on his face.

And he was looking at you.

“Finally!”

You blushed and shoved your head into Monty’s neck. He hugged you completely, chucking into your hair.

Finally.

#monty green #monty green x reader #monty x reader #Monty x y/n #Monty green x y/n #Jasper jordan #jasper jordan x reader #the 100 #Bellamy Blake #the 100 x reader #raven reyes #clarke griffin

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Cuddle Buddies (Bakugou x Black! Reader)

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Chapter 13: Mall Time

(song of the chapter)

(this is a slight filler bc i have no clue what to write about and i'm working on another one rn)

Today was the day Aizawa finally gave everyone permission to go and do what they wanted. The whole class decided to go to the mall in the group chat you all were in.

"Kacchan! Are you ready yet?"

"Stop calling me Kacchan. Give me a second." He was lacing up his shoes (no more church3000s)

Stepping into his room, you see him fixing the cuffs of his pants and walking to the mirror to make sure the fit was clean. He looked good, per usual. (my fashion sense is horrible, especially for boys so imagine what you want him to wear.)

"You look nice, Kacchan," you smiled up at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Reaching up, you peck his lips lightly. "You ready to go now? Everyone is getting ready to be on their way."

"Yeah, let's go." He grabbed your hand, walking with you down the stairs. "You know what you wanna get?" he asked you.

"Of course not. I was thinking you could pick my outfits for me."

"Then you have to pick mine." You had a pretty good understanding of his style and how he picks his clothes. Picking his clothes should be pretty easy. The question was, 'Was he able to pick your clothes?'

(start song)

Walking outside to the parking lot, he opened and closed the door of his car for you and got in himself. You hear a knock on the window and you see Kiri and Denki standing there, smiling. "Hey, y'all!" you exclaim. Doing the made-up handshake the three of you made, they started greeting you and Katsuki.

Plugging your phone into his aux cord, you open spotify. Clicking 'OhMami' by Chase Atlantic, you teasingly start to sing to Katsuki.

Cuban link, diamond cross I got a spanish chiquita, no habla ingles, not at all, no

Katsuki by now had started driving, and he was already tired of the three of you. The condiments in the back and started to sing along as well.

And I got a kilo, no kilimanjaro, baby just a mountain of coke

Looking back aft the two boys in the backseat, nodding at them to make sure they got the message.

OHMAMI, THIS A NEW 'RARI

The three of you screamed the lyrics of the song playing. Katsuki was slowly shaking his head at the three of you, slightly grinning.

"C'mon Katsu,"you whined playfully, "Sing with us. I know you know the song."

"Yeah, Kacchan. Sing along,"said Denki.

"Tch..."

OHMAMI, I GOT BLUE MOLLY

The four of you sang loudly. Katsuki started to drive a little faster now, making you, Kiri, and Kami hold onto the little handle thingies on the roof of the car.

You all started giggling and laughing at how Denki got thrown at Kirishima when Bakugou did a sharp turn. Turning around you ask him, "Y'all okay back there?"

"Yeah," Kirishima said, fake crying. "Kinda hurt."

"Shut up, shitty hair. It didn't hurt that bad. Aren't you supposed to be a rock?"

"Damn, Bakugou. Why you going so hard on him," Denki laughed.

"Because I can. You next."

Slapping his arm, you tell him to stop messing with them.

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Pulling up to the mall, you see everyone else outside, more than likely waiting for you four. "Hey bestie," you greet Midoriya.

"Hey friend." You turn and see Todoroki next to him. The two of you didn't speak much but when you did, it was usually either a dry 'Hi' or him saying something that he doesn't realize is funny.

"Hey friend," Todoroki said as enthusiastically as he could. You chuckled a little bit. This was new. He usually just said your name, but not today.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"Of course not. You just surprised me. Hey Friend," you smiled at him.

"Baby, let's go. I wanna get your clothes." Entwining your hand with your significant other, you wave bye to the two friends and let yourself get dragged off.

Walking to (favorite store), you let him walk you to the shirts. "You want a crop top, tank top, cut off shoulder, regular tee-shirt, or what?"

"I don't know. You're supposed to be picking it out for me."

"You're no help," he grumbled.

"I know," you smiled. Walking away from him towards the accessories, you hold up earrings and necklaces to see which ones you wanted.

"Baby, I'm done. Don't pick the accessories for this outfit, I wanna do it."

You see him hold up accessories to the clothing to see which ones you would match.

"I'm paying, no arguments allowed."

"I wasn't gon argue anyway," you sassed back. "My turn. What store do you like?" Walking to (his favorite store idfk🤷🏾‍♀️), you immediately see a shirt that would look amazing on him.

"Don't look, nosey." He looked away, surprised you caught him trying to peek without looking at him. "Go look around and find something you like. I'm paying."

Walking around begrudgingly, he looks at the other shirts they have, some catching his eye and some making him question who made it.

When he looks up a second time, he sees you already at the counter. "Did you find something you like?"

"Yeah, I'm paying for it."

"No, I'm paying for it. We already agreed."

"No, I don't wanna owe you nothing."

"I don't care what you don't want. I'm paying. Hurry up, we still gotta get shoes."

Hesitantly putting his stuff on the counter, you pay for the things and drag him to the foot locker that wasn't too far from the store you were just at.

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By now, you both had picked everything and bought matching shoes. You were now in the food court trying to decide what to eat so you could meet with everyone else.

"Kacchan, I want pizza," you groan.

"Then get it. I don't want pizza."

"But I want you to order it for me."

"No."

"Fine, I'll get Midoriya to do it for me." Walking away from him to your best friend, you pay him on the shoulder and ask him can he order for you. (social anxiety go brr)

Making your way back to the table, you sit in between Midoriya and Katsuki. Todoroki was next to Midoriya making small talk with him.

You start to eat, but you feel someone staring at you. Looking up and around, you try to spot who can't keep their eyes in one direction. Then you see it. A girl with dark hair and eyes and is fairly curvy, not as curvy as you but you get it.

You see her gaze shift to Bakugou. The you got the message. You scoot closer to him, trying to politely give her the message he wasn't available. She just wasn't getting it.

Then she decided to get bold and start to walk towards the table everyone had pushed together. "Hey, I'm Meiko." She tried to scoot bin to sit next to Bakugou, but you were quick to scoot closer to him.

At this point he had no space to move his arms and he was confused why this random was talking to him. "Me?" he questioned, pointing to himself.

"Yeah, who else would I be talking to. No one else here is on your level."

"Ok... You need something?" He was just trying to eat and go back to his dorm with you to re-watch Haikyuu. (kenma is so fine man 😡😭)

"Yeah, your number." Who does this dry flirting ass girl think she is.

"He's not available."

"I didn't ask for you opinion," she rolled her eyes and turned back to Bakugou.

"But you're talking to my man. So Imma give to you politely before I have to beat your ass, Kay?"

"Why are you dating someone like... that when you could have me?" That's more than enough.

"I don't know or like you." He's trying to keep his composure since he's been working on his temper.

Standing up, you feel someone grab your wrist and someone else grab your hand. "I'll say it one more time if it didn't register in that small ass head of yours. He's not available, especially not to you. If I have to say it again, I'll be going to jail. Got it?"

She tried not to show she was intimidated by walking closer to you, getting in your personal bubble.

"Then do something about it." She threw, or tried to throw, a punch at you, but it didn't connect. Now you could say it was self defense (be smart kids👩🏾‍💻)

There was no time to waste. Connecting a punch with her face, you drag her on the floor to get the advantage, even though you already had it.

You didn't stop. Your brain had went into autopilot and your body just did what it wanted to do.

The next thing you know, there's people trying to pull you off. Multiple people. You couldn't hear anything, ears ringing from the anger you were feeling.

"Baby, let's go." He had finally grabbed you off, dragging you away from her. "Deku, grab our food and bring it back will ya."

There was still anger in your system, but you just let him carry you back to the car. Denki and Kirishima already arranging for them to ride with someone else.

"You ok?"

"Mhm." You turned your head and looked out the window as he was pulling out of the parking lot.

He grabbed your hand and stayed silent. You both were similar in the aspect of not wanting to talk when angry.

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Arriving back to the dorms, you see Aizawa already sitting on the couch waiting for you. How does this man get information so fast?

"I heard what happened."

"It was self defense." You weren't even going to put up a big fight against him. You had a better chance arguing with a raccoon than with Aizawa.

"I don't care. You still did that in public. You're lucky people didn't take pictures and videos."

"Ok..." you said, waiting for him to get to the point.

"You're on cleaning duty by yourself for three days and you have to do extra training."

"So I we just supposed to let her hit me and flirt with my boyfriend in front of me?"

"That's not what I'm saying-"

"At this point, I don't care." Stalking off to your room, you sulk on your bed. Feeling Katsuki plop down on your bed, he pulls up netflix, playing Haikyuu.

"C'mere sweet thing." You both cuddled up, excited to rewatch the volleyball anime for the 3rd time.

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and that is a wrap. i haven't updated in forever don't bash me too much. i hope you enjoyed it and these outfits i envisioned bakugou picked out for you 🖤 (I chose different styles bc i know ppl have different tastes :))

#bnha #mha #mha fluff #mha bakugou #black reader #bakugou x black reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #kenmasblackwife

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