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burnyouwithacigarettelighter · 9 months

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could you do a drabble on bratty sub!jonathan crane? literally on my knees begging you to!!

ALL YOURS ───

jonathan crane ✧

ೃ⁀➷ “…I wanted it to leave a mark: that’s how I knew I loved you. Because I wanted to be burned, stamped…” — ’Marathon’, Louise Glück.

pairing. sub!jonathan crane x reader

summary. jonathan’s been a brat all night. looks like you’ve got some taming to do…

warnings. swearing, p in v, unprotected sex, sextoys/use of dildo (m), oral sex (m), edgeplay, blindfold kink, brat-taming, degradation/insults, SMUT UNDER THE CUT!

word count. 3.3k

a/n. anon this idea is genius i love it!!! also this was js supposed to be a blurb & now it’s got 3.3k words😭i apologize LMAO

Entering your shared condo, you pushed Jonathan down to his knees, smack-dab on the wood in the middle of your living room. “What the fuck was that?” you questioned, yanking him by his silk tie to look up at you.

“What was what?” he retorted, pretending to be clueless despite the impish grin that snuck its way onto his plush lips.

You slapped him, lacy black gloves scratching at his thin skin. “I’ve had enough of your bratty fucking behaviour tonight.”

“Then do something about it,” he challenged, piercing his baby blues into you through batted, thick lashes.

“Oh,” you hummed, roughly undoing the silk tie from his neck, tugging his thin glasses off and wrapping the fabric around his eyeline, “I have every intention of doing so.”

Just an hour ago, you and Jonathan had been attending a GothamU charity gala. It was a nice night— save for the fact he spent all of it pushing your buttons, speaking over you, and brushing off your existence to the guests there. “My date?” he’d purr to them, “she’s just my teaching assistant.”

You’d send him your tell-tale warning glares, and he’d stare blankly back at you, respond in his pettiest tone, and continue reducing you to his measly teaching assistant — which, publicly, was who you were to him, but behind closed doors, it was him, pleading on his knees to touch you, to at least catch a whiff of your addicting scent. The man would probably thank-you if you stepped on him and you adored every bit of it.

He was acting out. Some sort of naughty pseudo-revenge on you, making you seem so much smaller than everyone else; making people think he was the big bad wolf and you were his little lamb.

Boy, would they be utterly fucking wrong.

You pulled Jonathan up by the lapel, then shirked numerous clothing articles from his three-piece suit, leaving him in his dress pants. You did the same — not that he could tell — peeling off your lacy gala gloves and throwing them onto your wood credenza, sliding your panties off and decorating your couch with them carelessly. When your hands brushed past the fabric of his crotch, you heard his breath hitch, unable to tell what you were going to do to him with the makeshift blindfold on.

Honestly, with the attitude he had that night? You intended to torture him ‘till there were heavy tears streaming down his face, the only words on his tongue being ones begging for release.

You sunk to your knees, unzipping his thin pants and licking a stripe up his cock — still within his boxers, of course. You heard Jonathan choke, and, looking up at him, you could see him clench his jaw, lips bitten, hands trembling.

But, y’know, the torture bit and all that. So you pressed your wet mouth to his clothed cock, hot tongue dragging across his length; everywhere he needed it most, but with him still shuddering pitifully beneath his boxers. The contact felt good, fuck, your tongue always made him feel good, but he needed more.

You heard Jonathan moan; a whiny, drawn out barely-intelligible plea, because your mouth had soaked the fabric, making it stick to his needy cock. “Fuck, please,” he pleaded, hands fumbling around your shoulders before finding the crown of your head. You wrapped your mouth along his clothed erection, humming in delight at his begging, until: “just fucking suck me off already, please.”

Your mouth stopped their ministrations at once, and all that was left was your hot breath on his twitching dick. “Come again?” you drawled, affronted beyond belief at his audacity.

Jonathan didn’t respond; he knew he’d taken it too far. You got back up, and squeezed his face with your hand. “I didn’t think so,” you growled at him. “Speak like that again and so help me god, I will fuck you ‘till you’re so dumb you’ll be thrown into Arkham.”

He whimpered at the threat — how humiliating it would be to be trapped in the place he was chief of — while squirming under your touch; but you still felt his hard-on roar to life even needier than before, aching near your inner thigh.

“Fuckin’ brat,” you whispered, thumb brushing over his pink bottom lip. His mouth opened immediately, and your finger dipped onto his tongue, trailing deeper until he gagged.

You grinned at his appearance: long gone was the respectable, genius Dr. Crane- now, he was a flushed mess, lips parted as he panted hot, needy breaths, spit leaking down his chin onto his bare chest. Fuck, did he ever look good so undone for you.

Even his tie had slipped slightly off his eyes, and you could see him blink blearily, sweet lashes kissing his high cheekbones and leaving small, teary drops. You tugged the fabric back in place, then dipped your hand into his wet boxers, gripping his thick length tightly and pulling out.

“Why should I make you feel good? Why waste my effort, when you’ll just forget everything, like the stupid little whore you are, huh?”

He keened, holding back his hips from bucking into your hand. “I’m sorry,” he panted raggedly, disrespectful demeanor slipping away in favor of being your little pet, “I’m sorry for tonight—“

“It’s too late to say sorry.” you scolded darkly, other hand coming up to his hair to tug it back and reveal his sensitive adam’s apple. You licked at the spot, then traveled your tongue to just under his jaw, suckling at his pulse.

You drew out a pathetic squeak from him at the action, and you chuckled against his warm skin. “I’ll be good for you,” he promised quickly, “I - I’ll be good for the rest of my life. So… so please,”

“‘Please’ what?”

“Please use me,” he replied shamefully, tone warbling halfway at the vulgarity of the request.

You smirked, then began slowly pumping his long length. Your hand was so tight against him it was like a suction, and he let out several choked moans at the slow friction. Your other hand left his hair, making his head fall limply on his chest, and you fondled his balls, teasing him at first with mere grazes of your fingertips on the flesh, before squeezing them roughly.

“You gonna come?” you asked in a hum when his knees started buckling. “You gonna come just like that, just with my hand?”

“Yes, m’gonna come - gonna come,” he groaned, bucking quickly into your hand as you stroked him faster.

“So pathetic,” you sneered suddenly, dropping his needy cock and watching it bounce on his thigh before springing up against his abdomen again, “didn’t ask for permission. Looks like you’re forgetting your fucking manners.”

At your harsh words and denial of release, Jonathan’s bottom lip trembled, small sniffling sounds coming from him, and you rolled your eyes— the needy bastard was fucking crying.

“M’sorry,” he cried out weakly, “‘m’sorry… just felt so good…”

You watched his tears drip from under the tie down his neck, his shoulders shaking, and you sighed, sinking down to your knees. He was crying, because he fucking knew what it did to you; that his helpless whines made all the right pulses pang in both your chest and your core; that you would give in.

So, you took him in your mouth, hand stroking the bottom of his shaft while your tongue teased and touched the rest; sticky mouth wrapped moistly around him. Unbeknownst to Jonathan, however, is that while you adored his cries, the desire to have him begging was stronger. Thus, your tongue was barely doing anything, just tentatively licking him, too short for him to lose himself, too fast for him not to get overstimulated.

You felt him try to thrust into your mouth, but your free hand gripped his bare thigh tightly. “Don’t move a muscle,” you grunted, and continued by angrily smacking the back of his thigh with your open palm.

Jonathan whimpered helplessly, planting himself firmly in place. With that, you’d set the stage: you left his cock for a moment, quickly sauntering to your bedroom, and pulling something out from a velvet drawstring pouch you kept in your nightstand…

You heard Jonathan cry out for you, devastated like he thought you were gonna leave him teased and needy like this all night — which, you couldn’t blame him, because you had done that before — but no, you weren’t, because you wanted to ruin Jonathan tonight; put him back in his place; remind him who exactly fucking owns him.

When you returned to the living room, he was still standing in the exact same place, but his hands were gripping his thighs with deadly strength, more lustful tears streaming down his face.

“So obedient for me,” you murmured in amusement, getting back on your knees and slipping his weeping cock into your mouth. He gasped, pathetic delight filling his groans at your reappearance as you suckled softly on him.

Jonathan was halfway through a “thank you” before you brought your thick dildo to the seam of his ass. The sudden touch made him flinch, hips bucking up and shoving his cock harshly into your throat.

You choked momentarily, and he panicked: “Oh god, m’sorry, m’so sorry,” he sobbed, mind going fuzzy and blank with your skillful tongue pleasuring him, the tip of your dildo teasing his back entrance.

You laughed around his length, not saying anything and merely sucking him off faster, now pressing the wet dildo tip into his puckered hole. The thought of it entering him made your cunt pulse — you’d turned it on back in the bedroom, intent on getting it wet with your spit so you didn’t torture Jonathan too much, but instead couldn’t resist filling yourself. You’d bounced on the fat thing for a few moments, till it was completely soaked in your wetness, your back arching, cunt itching for release.

Jonathan cried out from the sharp stretch in his hole, and you soothed him with a low hush, slowing your onslaught of pleasure on his cock so he could breathe. Once you heard a strained moan leave his lips, one that was much more desperate, much more raspy, you continued in sucking him off, wedging the rest of the dildo’s length into his tight hole.

“If you come before I let you,” you warned when you felt Jonathan’s thighs clench, his breath catching in his throat and his moans going pitchy, “I won’t fuck you for a month.”

“A month?!” Jonathan questioned with a yelp, which dissolved into a moan when his hole clenched around the dildo’s silicone. “Fuck, hnngh, please, I can’t -- I needa come, but… a month?”

“A month. So be a good little whore, and don’t let go ‘till I tell you to.”

Jonathan whined, but his signs of release faded away, and you rubbed his hip approvingly. You pulled away for a final time, and dragged him by the arm to your couch.

He almost tripped, legs trembling at the pleasure the dildo was sending up his body as it filled him, and it got worse from there: you slipped off his blindfold, and pushed him to sit on the cushy furniture. The dildo pushed that much deeper into his hole, brushing against his prostate and making him choke, before you climbed onto his lap and lined up his leaking head to your entrance.

Jonathan couldn’t help the amalgamation of an overstimulated cry and loud moan that tore out of him: how could he, with the dildo’s fat cockhead flush against his prostate, your plush folds teasing his thoroughly-edged cock, and the withstanding rule not to come.

You gazed softly into his watery blue eyes, which were red-rimmed and lined with pitiful tears. They were silently begging you to let him release, every fiber of his being wanting nothing more but to feel that familiar current run through him at last.

His cheeks were flushed pink, lips bitten between the teeth; expression utterly wrecked, utterly desperate, utterly yours. He knew, just as well as you did, how much he fucking belonged to you: he would let you put a goddamn leash and collar around his neck if you just asked.

Then, you pushed yourself up by the knees and hovered over his cock. You watched his face the whole time you sank down: his face screwed together when his tip peeked into your hole, his eyes rolled to the back of his skull when your took him halfway, his mouth opened and his spit-slicked tongue hung out of it when you bottomed out.

“You’re so - tight,” he observed gingerly with a whimper. His gaze was glassy, heated mewls leaving his lips; the only thing on Jonathan’s mind was pleasure, every coherent or intelligent thought leaving him in favor of the primal need to orgasm.

You bit down your moan, your hands resting on both of Jonathan’s bare shoulders, kneading them softly. “Tight for you, baby. All tight for your good fucking cock.” you cursed huskily, and you felt Jonathan’s cock swell at your praise.

His hands snaked up to your waist, hesitantly holding you, but when you didn’t protest nor scold him and instead lifted yourself up again to bounce down on his erect cock, Jonathan touched you feverishly, like he would never get enough of your skin on his.

“Can - can I…” Jonathan started quietly, getting cut off by his own effeminate whine when you grinded down on him. “Can I -- ah -- touch your tits? Please?”

You smiled, finally content with his politeness (as well as the sweet sounds of his moans), “Go ahead, baby. Play with m’fucking tits.”

Jonathan smiled too, but it was so fucking happy he looked pathetic, eyes dilated like a kid on christmas just because you conceded one of his requests. His hands pulled your dress off your head, and you shuddered in the cold - as well as how easy it was for your legs to widen with the fabric gone, your body splitting on instinct to greedily pull in more of his length.

He then groped your perky chest, tweaking your nipples every so often, practically salivating over the fat flesh of your breasts. He was so encapsulated with touching every inch of you that constant groans were leaving your mouth, sliding his cock in and out of your leaking hole faster.

“So soft,” he groaned, amazement dripping off his every word. “Feels s’good, so sweet.”

“Yeah,” you panted, rolling your hips into his own and making his back arch, “you love m’tits so much, huh?”

“Love you,” he whimpered, obviously too fucked out to comprehend the connotations of his words, but you couldn’t resist pressing an adoring kiss to his lips anyways.

Then you could clearly feel the pleasure in your insides building now, like rope twisting around your lower body, especially with the way Jonathan’s curved cock deliciously rubbed the entrance of your cervix with each bob.

Then, you pried one of Jonathan’s needy hands away from your tender breasts, making him whine momentarily before he saw where you were leading his long fingers: right to your puffy clit.

“Touch me, my sweet pet, and I’ll make you come.” You promised, pressing him roughly against you.

Jonathan nodded eagerly, and his skillful fingers began artfully playing with your clit, pinching the flesh lightly and furiously rubbing your wetness over the button. Your sounds of pleasure were affecting him, too: you felt his cock throb when his fingers touched you just right and made a breathless mewl leave you. You pressed your forehead against Jonathan’s own, reveling in how focused he was on making you feel good, and you let go.

Your orgasm flowed over you, making your body twitch and jerk into Jonathan’s relentless touch, the pleasure taking you over completely and making you scream his name. “Oh, fuck, Jon, so good, good boy, you’re my good fucking boy…”

“M’all yours,” he agreed, obviously getting extremely close to the edge as your throbbing cunt clenched around his length. “Yours.”

You breathed haggardly as your high slipped away, your eyes blinking slowly and watching Jonathan helplessly try to get himself off without overstimulating and upsetting you. He wasn’t made to take control, you knew that, and his clueless, pitfiful attempts to do so while still trying to keep your favor made you frown, and slide up off him.

“Lay face down, knees tucked in, baby,” you grunted through a wince, his too-thick cockhead reminding you of the stinging stretch that had long faded away and been replaced with pleasure.

Jonathan didn’t waste a second obeying your commands, his weeping cock resting on his inner thigh. Your fingers brushed past the base of the dildo still within him, its long length disappearing into his puffy, bloated hole, making him buck forward on his knees.

“Can you come on this fake cock, pet? You’re a good little slut, aren’t you?” Your said from above him, hand splaying on his left ass cheek and slightly tugging at the flesh to see how full he really was. Spoiler alert: you couldn’t take that whole length in your cunt, much less your tight ass.

“I’ll come if you tell me to,” Jonathan mewled back, wriggling his ass flirtatiously beneath your hands in some desperate attempt to get you to fuck him and make him release at last.

You got down on your knees, eyeline direct to his hole, and you snickered mockingly at his eagerness. After pressing a harsh bite on his ass and branding him as yours, you began to fuck him with the fake cock, thrusting it’s length in and out of his ever-tightening asshole and spitting on it to moisten his walls.

Jonatgan let out several quavering moans, feeling every inch of the dildo within him because of the position, and he drooled a handful of spit onto the couch at the pure pleasure being inflicted on him. It was slightly embarrassing to come because of this silicone object rather than your soaking wet cunt, but as you pounded the dildo into his hole and made it roughly kiss his prostate, Jonathan decided he didn’t care.

“Come for me,” you demanded gruffly, plowing the dildo in and out of Jonathan’s aching ass, “come undone, baby, all for me.”

At your words, Jonathan -- having been thoroughly tamed at this point -- came, spurting his rich seed onto the couch and his chest, a few drops making their way to his face. He felt you continue to press the length of the dildo in his hole as he rode out his high, and it made for the sickest, bordering-on-painful stimulation.

It still felt heavenly, though: being allowed to come was the highest privilege for him, because it meant you thought he was worthy. Also, because it satisfied the aching monster within him, the one that wanted so desperately to be roughly fucked and toyed with.

At last, you slid the dildo out of his hole, admiring how stretched out and wide it made him, before getting up from your place on the floor and sliding onto the couch. You helped Jonathan sit upright and lay his back on the cushy object, your warm hand clasping his cheek gently.

“All obedient for me now, are you?” you whispered lowly, tickling the bottom of his chin to meet your gaze.

Jonathan licked his plump lips, “You own me… mistress.” The title sounded right at home on his lips— on both your lips, and you smirked.

“I like the sound of that,” you purred, a renewed vigor entering your body. Your arms clasped around Jonathan’s bicep, and you pulled him forward while laying down, making him press his tired weight on top of you. “M’gonna use you however I fuckin’ want,” you said in his flushed ear, before lifting your legs up to wrap around your waist.

His eyes widened, “What are you—“

“Shh,” you cut him off softly, hand coming down to squeeze one of his balls tightly, “just listen to Mistress. This night’s far from over, pet.”

Jonathan groaned, eyes squeezIng shut and feeling his cock spring up once more. Fuck, he thought, and damn this horny cock of his; damn your insatiable appetite; damn how fucking good it felt to be yours.

All yours.

#cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy #burnyouwithacigarettelighter #cillian murphy smut #jonathan crane #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane smut #sub!jonathan crane #sub!jonathan crane x reader

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sweetracha · 1 year

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Heyy hope you’re doing well ofc!

Ok so I loved your Felix mommy hc’s sm. I wanted to ask something

Can you like how would mommy dom Felix punish you if you would like break a rule?

Hello Sweetie! I am doing great! I hope you are doing well!

Mommy Felix would 100% match the punishment to the crime, well at least it fits in his mind.

You just couldn't stand it! All these fan cams of Felix during the 5-star performances got you feeling needy and wanting him more. The way he tied up his freshly blue-dyed hair in a ponytail reminded you of sweet nights with your Mommy. He would put his hair back so he could please you with no interference. Mommy would be able to see all of your beautiful expressions as your mild melted in pleasure. He also believed it added to the overall Mommy aesthetic.

He wouldn't be home for another few hours. You know you shouldn't but you couldn't help it. You needed relief. Ignoring one of Felix's biggest rules, you took out your teal rabbit vibrator and go to work. You were woken up by a harsh shake. When you opened your eyes you were met with Felix's angry ones.

"Princess, care to tell Mommy what you did while he was gone?" His voice seemed octaves deeper and it sent chills through your spine.

"I watched fan cams of your performance! Then I took a nap! I swear Mommy."

"Don't lie to me doll" His hand grabbed your chin and he dug his fingers into your skin. "Don't get yourself into more trouble than you are already in"

How did he know? You made sure to not leave a spot on the sheets. You cleaned yourself up and even changed your panties. For heaven's sake, you even washed your vibe off! Oh no…the vibe. You left it laying in the sink like an idiot!

"I'm sorry Mommy, I touched myself! I couldn't help it"

"And did you ask Mommy for permission?"

"No…"

"Hmm, that's what I thought, naughty girl"

Felix now had you tied up to the bed with both hands and feet bound. Your poor behind was bright red from the short yet intense spanking he gave you. But it paled in comparison to the torture your clit was enduring. Felix held the wand to your cunt and brought you to your fourth orgasm with a wailing cry.

"Mommy, please! No more! I can't! Please!" you pleaded with him.

"Don't whine doll, you know you deserve this. Say it, tell Mommy how much you need this punishment" Low and thick words put a spell on you

"I'm sorry Mommy! I deserve this. I am a bad girl who touched herself without permission. Please forgive me, Mommy"

"Good job sweet girl. Mommy is so proud of you" his praise was only false hope as he turned the wand back up on high and entered three fingers into the mix.

"Take this last one like the good fucking girl Mommy knows you are" Before you could scream out, you came hard. Blacking out you awake to gentle hands cleaning you as best as possible. You whined when they reached your abused pussy.

"Shhhh baby girl, mommy knows. You took your punishment so well. Shhhhh Mommy isn't mad, she loves her bratty little baby. Come on, I think you earned a bubble bath" he hushed you and kissed little spots all along your body.

"With the lavender bubbles?" even after all of that you were still the most adorable thing on the planet.

"Yes baby, with the lavender bubbles"

#skz #stray kids #stray kids smut #skz smut #sweetie of the bakery #lee felix smut #lee felix x reader #Mommy!Felix #Mommy!Skz #Mommy Felix

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moodywyrm · 1 year

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imagine cock-warming Abby’s strap omfg I cannot-

felt the urge to be a Whore instead of write my essay, so here we are. I have been Ruminating on this ask literally since it was sent in like a week ago.

abby 100% makes you cockwarm her strap. it'll be after she's been teasing you for sooo long, and you finally think ur gonna get ur release when she pulls out her pretty, 6 1/2 inch, glittery blue strap thats so thick it makes ur jaw slack when she pushes in. but when she pulls you down onto it, ur needy lil body above her, she will literally have you sit on it for as long as she wants, holding your hips down with her strong as arms, not letting you move. just listening to you whine and sniffle, clawing at her biceps n begging her for anything, please, anything. u can't even grind ur hips all that much, with her grip only allowing the tiniest of wiggles that give u nothing! no fucking stimulation!! so now ur irritated n horny n turning bratty very fast.

"abby quit being mean, c'mon, you know you want me to bounce on you >:(" whining into her ear, trying fucking Everything and Anything to get her to let up. but she is Firm. literally.

"Mmm, jus' wait baby, be a good girl for a lil bit longer. Quit being a fucking brat." and on that last one, she takes one arm off ur hip and grabs ur face, forcing you to look her in the eyes. but then she sees u tearing up!!! ur pretty lil eyes are brimming with tears bc it's been like an Hour since she started teasing you n playing with ur pretty cunt while u were supposed to be watching a movie n she wanted this but now she won't let u cum and ur so >:( and ur teary eyes combined with ur pouty, bruised lips from all her harsh kisses, the heat of ur body pressed against her, and the slick she can feel dripping out of you, down the strap and onto her thighs, she fucking snaps.

she presses her lips to yours, one hand grabbing at the fat of ur ass while the other stays wrap around ur waist, hauling you up and down her cock, setting a brutal pace right out the gate. and the tears the just fucking go, rolling down ur face n getting caught in the kiss, ur hands clawing at her, scrambling for purchase on her arms while one hand goes to her sensitive nipples. having u sit all whiny n needy on her strap is fun and all, but abby loves seeing you falling apart on top of her too much to torture you much longer <3

#anon #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x reader smut

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blueparadis · 5 months

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hii bby blue howre youuu i saw you watched gyeongseong creature omg what did you think !! of it !! (also a very belated happy new year was in a bad funk but im back and ready to sit in your inbox <33)

hi hi dawnie. omg u have watched it toooo. i really enjoyed it, too much to point so many flaws and enjoying them lawl.

lets start with glorification of the main character(s)

all most the medias suffer from this and they are somehow bearable but here it was as plain as a day that the plot saved Jang Tae Sang multiple times. not only that i disliked the fact how he looked down up his patriotic friend Kwun Jun-taek from the very beginning and whatever he did in the name of patriotism yet at the end we see Kwun Jun Taek acknowledge Jang Tae-sang as a true patriot who actually betrayed his comrades and Jang Tae-sang when subjected to torture ( and he wasn't even tortured that much ) compared to Gap-pyeong and the other torture methods that are shown.

Jang Tae Sang as a true patriot did all those things that Kwun Jun Taek should have done. It was disappointing to see him ask about the dynamite after going through so much just to enter the premises of the hospital.

All though it was very refreshing to see my favorite kind of love ( aka love in the times of war ) blossom but it was rushed. Jang Tae Sang lost his parents and built a found family but when he met Yoon Chae-ok he followed her like a puppy because of her beautiful eyes and the death toll on his head. It was compelling but it would have been astounding to see him go on guilt-trip upon the fact how this girl has been looking for her mother for 10 long years and he gave up way to easily and thus falling for her while exploring his emotions alongside but they were still very cute and soothing to watch compared to some cringe shows.

the start of certain things and then negligence ( aka the use of popular booktok/bookstagram tropes )

I watched the seven episodes with so much curiosity and hoped to see the focus shift from Yoon Chae-ok to her father. after turning into a deadly creature she had only memories of her child which seemed a little off putting given how the father and the child has been looking for her for almost ten years. and in the end, his sacrifice was just for the character development of yoon chae-ok or whatever.

the presence of myeong-ja was just to bring the main characters together and create a cliffhanger. The way that commissioner reacted to the baby news almost made me think he was behind her disappearance and just to get even with Jang Tae-sang he himself hired him for this case but it was the bored, neglected, rich bratty delutional wife.

Let's admit that Lady Maeda was just bored. all ten episodes and for her motive we get, "people betray because they're weak." and she liked the spark Jang Tae-sang had and now she wants to fix him, sounds as mad as creating a creature like that.

Mad scientist was really an interesting character to see and just when he was blooming they cut off the growth from the stem. i wanted to see some more of him.

i loved how this all started with women and ended with them which brings me to my point how they explored and showed all the possibilities of cliffhanger ending. its not the cliffhanger part that bothers me, its the number of cliffs that does.

#i rest my case #love letter 💌#dawnie im running towards your inboxxxx #gyeongseong creature #gyeongseong creature spoilers #i was in a bad place too but I'm doing better !!!

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thelittlestspider · 9 days

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(nsfw)

- matt is like the most demanding yet masochistic sub. peter's like oh yeah baby we'll do whatever you want <3 and matt's like 😠.

matt: i want you to edge me for two weeks

peter: matty...i want to make you come. i love making you come. why are torturing us like this?

matt: you'll still be coming. it's just me being edged.

peter: you really don't have to do that.

matt: peter...i want to. please.

peter: why are you emotionally blue balling me?

matt: *whining* peter!

peter: okay fine. but if it's too much, you safeword out.

matt: fine...

- when peter actively takes charge, he isn't a mean dom, but he is firm. he expects to be listened to. matt is bratty most of the time, but sometimes he needs it soft and peter loves getting the chance to be really tender with him.

which isn't to say he doesn't like being ridden into the bed like matt's favorite toy, but it's nice to change it up sometimes.

- when matt tops peter he's very sweet and considerate, unless peter asks him to get rough.

- matt loves being displayed at sex clubs, but nobody can touch him except peter unless he gives permission. they can jerk off though.

- matt likes to be collared and led around on a leash and be called pet or kitten. peter is kind of into it, but mj and felicia are better at it. they're also better at the more intense stuff like slapping matt's face and spitting in his mouth, so he leaves it to them.

- peter loves matt bossing him around during sex. he doesn't punish him unless matt is being really, really pushy/demanding and it's mostly just to get matt back in the game.

#ship: matt/peter #someone is charge here and it's definitely not peter

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finsterhund · 10 months

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What Nightmares May Come

Holy shit!!! did Finsterhund actually write something!!! (Don’t get your hopes up. It fucking sucks)

I haven't been able to write anything for years but seeing a POS who traces things to make inappropriate images of kid characters write a shitty animal/child abuse apologetic hatefic compelled me to write a hatefic of his hatefic? Christ. But I jumped on the opportunity to write again (I really fucking wanted to be able to write again) so have... this... thing... Hopefully with it out of my system I will be able to make other things. I'm not even going to credit anyone. The guy is apparently homophobic too. Fuck you. This story contains a megalomaniac deranged bratty nepo baby human boy using magic to make everyone else's lives a living hell. Cayden is also there. *shitty canned laughter* Ends with comeuppance in the form of permanent under the bed monster solution. You should never be forced to be "grateful" for the circumstances in which you were born. You shouldn't "accept where you truly belong." Nobody owes anyone jack fucking shit. Die. Needless to say I am EXTREMELY rusty. So be warned.

What Nightmares May Come, which I realize now is technically Sunspot!Cayden’s first literary debut. Christ...

(I swear I will make a better image to accompany this someday)

On a quiet night in a small suburb somewhere in a little American town, Ken stood towering over a small grey puppy, look of superiority over his face. After an evening of psychologically tormenting the young dog for the oh so horrible crime of dreaming of a different life and wanting to set physical boundaries the pup's energy was spent. How was it possible that a ten year old boy could be so vindictive, manipulative, or cruel? It just didn't make much sense. Earlier today he had messed up like any puppy would, and after being tied up outside vented his frustrations in a way oh so common to kids his age. And suddenly this nightmare brat with a stupid magic book had not only overheard him but shown up and verbally harassed and berated him while assaulting him with traumatic visions of his supposed future life. He had been emotionally beaten into submission. And that nasty child all the while just stood above him and grinned. The puppy thought maybe this boy was in that one cult some humans had that claimed to love everyone but actually treated everybody different than them like shit. That might make sense. Before Ken could do anything more to the terrified puppy a brilliant flash of light seared his eyes. Confused, not used to having his power trips in other worlds interrupted, he spun around to see that on the other side of the street was another boy. Blond, scrawny, and wearing some sort of shorts and t-shirt combo without shoes. That didn't seem to bother him though. The other boy walked briskly up, his hands swinging loosely at his sides, wild mop of golden yellow hair bouncing slightly in the breeze. He studied Ken briefly with a pair of strangely captivating bright blue eyes. "Whatcha doin?" He asked. There was a lisp to his voice as he spoke and he sounded slightly younger than he looked, which was already several years younger than Ken. His head was cocked to one side, dog-like, mouth half open. "Er... I was just..." "You gotta help me!" The puppy whimpered. "This weird human showed up who can understand me, and he's torturing me because I said I didn't want to be a house pet. Showing me scary dreams he says are real but not real. I didn't even really mean it... But he's crazy!" The puppy's eyes were pleading, but there was an edge of defeat to them, like he knew to expect that another human wouldn't be able to understand him, like normal. Fortunately for him however, this scruffy odd boy did in fact understand him, and those stark blue eyes immediately snapped up towards Ken with an almost primal revulsion. "That's not true!" Ken spat back. "You were being ungrateful for your family! So I am teaching you a lesson. You called your kid master a nobody, so I made you see what it would be like if he died!" That sounded messed up on its own out of context, but when the truth came out things grew worse. "I've already told you. That's not what I said and you know it! You're twisting my words." The puppy whimpered. I said that I wanted to know what it was like for nobody to pick me up and squeeze and crush me when I didn't want them to. He always hurts me and his parents don't do anything" "Sounds pretty clear" the other boy growled softly, his eyes locked on Ken in an almost hungry way. It was written all over his face how stupid he thought the other boy was for not understanding something so simple. "Dogs already have to go through a lot with humans not respecting their bodily autonomy" those last two words did not sound natural coming from such a vocally immature shaking drawl but the conviction in his eyes showed he still to some extent knew what they meant. "If they're not going to treat him with respect they don't deserve him." "He said that without me the boy would die of depression..." That made the stranger freeze and give Ken the most hate filled glower he had ever been on the receiving end of. "How dare you lie to him and tell him that his kid would suffer more if a dog that wasn't fit for that environment had left rather than stayed there and languished. How... FUCKING... DARE. YOU." This was clearly a very personal point of contention, enough for a very unnatural utterance of the f word to slip out. "You lying manipulative sack of..." the boy caught himself. He tried very hard to contain his rage. "And I suppose you told this pup to keep his mouth shut until he accepted where he truly belonged or some other garbage too?" "Pretty much exactly that..." The puppy whined. "B-but..." Ken tried to cut him off. "But nothing!!" The other boy's hair lifted in what appeared as if the light breeze had morphed momentarily into a gale, his eyes just on the precipice of glittering in an otherworldly way. He almost seemed to float momentarily off of the pavement, loose-fitting shirt billowing in a strong wind with no source, a wind that did not touch a hair on the puppy's head or flutter Ken's own clothes. "Leave us or else." And just like that the disposition and vulnerability of someone no older than seven or eight returned and this boy seemed again weak and small. Ken had been given a warning, but having not faced real consequences did not heed it. "No, YOU need to leave." He pulled up the strange old book he had slung under one arm. Every time someone had tried to give Ken what for after the brat had invaded their world and caused suffering he had used that enchanted book to overpower them. It was abundantly clear he was intending to do the same now. A nasty grin already creeping up his face at the thought of "teaching a lesson" to this strange new boy as well. "That's his evil spell book" the puppy whimpered. "It's where all his powers come from." The puppy was absolutely terrified by the book and cowered with his whole entire body, nubby tail no doubt would have been tucked between his legs if not for its length. The poor thing quaked and shook, a heart wrenching look of abject terror on his face. "It's not evil!" Ken spat at the small dog. "Well you certainly are then..." the other boy growled without hesitation. Ken, now full of a petulant and entirely unrighteous indignation made perhaps his biggest mistake in all of this. He moved forward and in one swift motion shoved the other boy backwards. It was a physically unfair act. The other boy being a good several years younger than him, as well as being starkly delicate and frail went down immediately. He sprawled on his back with a loud cry, high voice breaking shrilly as his head bounced against the pavement and he landed on his side, trembling reflexively. He whimpered something about "being forced to come to New England for this" while on the ground. The puppy looked on horrified at what had been done. His only savior after this time of torment at the hands of an insufferably vindictive brat had born the brunt of that same force, but with a much more visceral result. Ken towered over the other boy with a triumphant smirk and was about to turn back to face the puppy, no doubt to hurl yet more magically powered psychological abuse his way when the grounded boy let out a guttural snarl. This time it wasn't the way humans growled. It was distinctly canine. The puppy recognized it as such. But it had a power to it unfamiliar to any dog he had ever known. The boy's eyes now blazed with that cold vicious blue in a shining florescent fire. His lips pulled back to reveal fangs larger than they normally should be on a homosapien. He was a human boy, but he was also something else. A power older than his body, a power stronger than he had ever let on. Something feral, something primal, something that was at this point quite pissed off as well. "You're not going to live to regret that..." Suddenly like a rush of wind the boy flung himself at Ken and violently tore the accursed spellbook from his hands. In the same motion he pulled back his arms and with an almighty thrust struck him down over the face with it. This time it was his turn to hit the ground. He fell in visually a far less painful way but it was obvious knowing what transpired and what the other boy was, or wasn't... that it hurt him more than what he had done. Groaning from the wind knocked out of him Ken faintly realized through a ringing in his ears that the puppy and the other boy were now introducing themselves. "Cayden" the boy's name appeared to be. He comforted the puppy with such a gentle softness that was so foreign to the raw power he directed at Ken. The puppy, still terrified, allowed himself just the slightest moment of reprieve and let his guard down enough for Cayden to give him a gentle reassuring scratch behind the ears. Between soft cooing, words of promise to ensure that it would never be allowed to happen again were heard. "Give that back..." Ken struggled once he had regained some level of composure. "No. I'm keeping your stupid book" Cayden growled as he slipped it behind his back, only for Ken to look on in confused horror as it seemingly disappeared completely rather than only partially becoming obscured from view. "Now I'll have to put this little guy back in his right space and time. When I was already busy trying to get things done and doing something today..." This wasn't true. Cayden hadn't been doing anything. But he wanted to verbally rip into Ken as much as he could. "You are so stupid. I hate you." There Cayden went again. A retort so infantile and childish. Whatever dwelled behind those blue fiery eyes was still ultimately just another kid. Ken knew better now though that there was something seriously dangerous about this other boy. Perhaps his book could have offered some help identifying it, but now the thing, Ken's lifeline, was gone. Ken noticed then that the puppy was suddenly gone now as well. In the end, the puppy would realize that he did belong with a human family, and ultimately it was Cayden's influence, not Ken's that ensured that the puppy's family actually treated him right and responsibly now. Ken had done fuck all except given the puppy lifelong trauma and a panic disorder. Worse still is that the puppy's problems would have quickly resolved themselves if none of this had happened in the first place. Proving that this entire thing was just a pointless exercise in misery and suffering. Like my life. "Do you realize now that you're wrong? Are you going to ask for forgiveness?" Cayden flashed one of his little fangs with a toothy grin. He knew he would get no such thing but wanted to put the offer on the table anyways. "No! I'm right! He was wrong!" Ken defensively cried out before logic took over and he realized that even if his views hadn't changed it would have been in his best interests to humor Cayden. Too late now. Cayden smirked. "Too bad I guess..." He grabbed Ken by his shirt and dragged him forwards, in an instant the two were somewhere else. A darkened room of sorts. It appeared to be Ken's room. Relief flooded Ken as he thought that he was merely being brought back to his own space and time. Without the book, but otherwise unharmed. He was not so lucky. "I know you've been jumping around different dimensions with that stupid thing..." Cayden growled. "And I'm sick of it. You're annoying and stupid and you think you're so much better than everyone else because you can throw some lazy powers around and nobody can do anything to stop you." Cayden spat viciously. Ken just hung there shocked. He had never had any real resistance to the magical shit he had gotten up to. It was as if the universe had been built around him, solely designed to give him some power trip. "You... You're jealous?" Ken asked. Another big mistake. "I don't need a stupid book to do any of this." Cayden shuddered. Anger probably. "You thought you were the only one? You thought you could be some interdimensional bully? Forcing everyone to submit to you? You're not even a cool dark lord. You didn't even EARN IT. Them, I understand. Them, it's exciting and neat and fun. I like that. But you? You get to play pretend like you're some hero even though you're the opposite. You're a monster who denies he's that. You'd never have learned. You NEVER deserved that power." Cayden knew more than he let on of course. From physically assaulting penguin chicks and lion cubs to using the magic book to invade sacred places that he was never meant to be, Kenneth had certainly made quite the reputation for himself as an unlikable piece of shit only respected due to fear. Not that Cayden was too much better. Although Cayden had standards. Animal abuse, and weird suspicious DeviantArt shit, were strictly off limits. And his invading the personal space of interdimensional entities was exclusively done to those who deserved it, mainly because it was funny. Animal abuse was irredeemable of course and Cayden took that very seriously. Seriously enough that he was going to get rid of the problem. Permanently. "I know you like to beat little baby animals" Cayden spoke with such vitriolic hatred towards Ken that his speech impediment momentarily ceased to exist and his voice dropped a good few octaves. "That wasn't beating... That was-" "SHUT UP. YES IT WAS" Ken suddenly felt a stab of electrifying pain behind his eyes. "You're just some avatar of a deviant freak's sick mind. You're nothing. If I could, I'd hurt HIM too." Cayden proved he could see beyond a veil that even Kenneth's book could not touch. Maybe Cayden could have seen that Ken was just written this way, bound to the same wretched existence that Cayden had pointed out. Maybe Cayden didn't care. Most likely was that Cayden really fucking hated these people and wanted to derive some sort of escapism and venting from the experience. He was correct. He couldn't hurt Ken's creator. Even though that's who was responsible for all of this. Cayden would probably go back to his own true dimension when this was all over and cry. DeviantArt was a mistake. Cayden threw him down onto the ground and rose, floated, several feet into the air grinning down with disconcerting glee stretched across his face. "I don't usually do this..." He giggled. "But I can't just let someone like you go to keep doing this again. And I have a friend that needs a favor..." A growl, one not of a world that Ken had ever known before came from deep, far deeper than spatially possible, beneath his bed. Ken saw glowing eyes in the dark and felt hot wet breath hit his face. The monster beneath his bed slowly slithered out. Eyes only on him, it was as if Cayden was invisible. He probably was. The monster drooled and a long tendril-like tongue slipped from between its pointed jaws and ran along the length of its lips and teeth before coyly curling up around Ken's ankle. "N-no... p-please..." Ken begged, struggling and squirming trying to scramble backward away from the monster's clutches. But it was in vain. With both its prehensile tongue and clawed forearms the monster gripped the boy tight and slowly eased him into its mouth. A mouth that while lined with sharp teeth did not bite or chew. The monster's throat was like a silky smooth blanket as it swallowed the boy down not even momentarily hindered by his thrashing or struggling. Cayden watched the whole thing transpire trying his hardest to hold back giggles. He had wanted to see his new underbed monster feed for quite some time and now he got his wish. Ken would not survive of course, but there were worse ways one could go. An underbed monster's belly was like being smothered in blankets and bedsheets. Much more humane than some other creatures he could have fed Ken to. He watched the monster bask lazily full from its meal for a while before making himself known. "Hey um... about the shirt..." "Oh come on..." the monster growled in a raspy voice. "It's colorblock and blue and red and green... so I want it" The monster rolled its eyes before relenting and spitting the article of clothing out. "Mine now" Cayden giggled. It was a nice shirt. Easy enough for somebody to draw him in.

The fucking end I guess. Moral of the story? Go fuck yourself.

#text post #writing #my writing #cayden #my ocs #sunspot!Cayden #long post #HoDcore

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drakenology · 3 years

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the yakuza wife - yakuzaboss!bakugo x housewife reader - inspired by @hanji-is-life ‘s sexy ass.

yakuza au

tw: violence, sadism, mentions of blood, smut, cum, cussing, daddy/ddlg kinks undertones, mentions of guns, very much harley quinn and joker only joker actually loves harley in this ya know?

“where the fuck is my money?” bakugo asks this bludgeoned man tied up to a metal chair in some god forsaken warehouse god only knows where.

“please sir, i’ll get it to you as soon as I can! please stop!” the man pleads, flinching when bakugo raises his fist to land a mean left hook into his jaw with a dark chuckle.

“you know you shouldn’t borrow from people if you have no intentions in payin’ em back. it’s fuckin’..” he pauses before taking a crowbar and bashing the man in both his knees, blood curdling screams filling the empty space. “rude!”

bakugo smirks as the man begs for mercy, pulling a set of pliers of his pocket and holding them up to the man’s face to tease him, grabbing by his neck to make him meet his intimidating gaze.

“shoulda thought of that before trying to playing me for a fuckin’ fool.. hey, I wonder how many teeth I can pull outta ya before your weak ass passes out.” he grunts, waving the plier in his face until the sound of his phone ringing stops him from doing anything.

“you’re lucky I gotta take this.” he mumbles, taking a piece of dirty cloth and shoving it into his mouth to keep him quiet.

bakugo turns away and rolls up his sleeve, setting up his tools for torture as he answers the phone.

“hi baby!” you chime, at the mall having the time of your life with his credit card.

“hey. ‘m workin’ whaddaya want?” he says, holding up his pliers and sitting them down on the table as his hostage screams in the background.

“just checking on you, dummy! whatcha want for dinner, hm? i know you haven’t eaten yet.” you say, holding up different dresses to your frame to imagine yourself in them. “hey, pink or powder blue?”

“pink. and ‘m not hungry. you’ve got security with you, right baby?” he asks, kicking the man onto the floor with a loud thud.

“of course. you won’t let me leave the house without them.” you respond, not even paying attention to the muffled screams you hear in the background. you’ve learned not to ask too many questions when it comes to being a yakuza wife.

“gotta keep my baby safe, right? listen, princess I gotta go. i’ll be home before 9 okay?”

you suck your teeth and roll your eyes, “fine. be careful okay?”

“always am. love you baby.” as he hangs up and returns to his task.

the difference between you and katsuki was night and day. everyone knew you to be so sweet and kind; unbeknownst to them all how you ended up with a cretin like Bakugo. even though Katsuki was immoral in many ways, he knew marrying you was the right thing to do. who else would want to dress his wounds and pick out his suits for the day?

katsuki demanded you quit your job. in fact he came with you to put in your two weeks notice, tough scowl staining his features as your boss signed the approval with shaking hands.

from that day on he ensured you were well taken care of and that marrying him and becoming his housewife came with many perks.

for starters, your husband was loaded. all those years of extorting and money laundering paid off every time you come home with a couple shopping bags from the mall.

katsuki loved lavishing you in the finest of everything, adoring how you look in designer. so much so, he fucks you by the bay window of your luxury penthouse, the Chanel dress he just bought you hiked up over your ass as his calloused fingers make way into your mouth. you’re pinned to the glass, bare breasts pressed against the window as he railed you from behind. and he wonders why you turned out to be a spoiled brat.

your gifts always made you stand out above the rest. many men fawn over you and he knows this. just a small price to pay for having a fine ass wife. but if anyone ever forgot their place, if anyone ever got to close. well. that’d be the last time you’d ever see them. course you have no idea why. but even though katsuki loved you with all his heart, you could be a real pain in the ass. you were so bratty, especially when he was busy.

one day you came trotting into his office in the middle of some business deal. whatever. your jimmy choos popped and you needed a new pair before the yacht party you were attending started.

“daddy’s taking care of business right now, okay? go wait outside.”

“no! you promised we’d go shopping! I need new shoes what the fuck am I supposed to do with these?” you whine, pouting like usual to get your way. bakugo’s brow raised, walking towards you and gesturing for the meeting to continue without him. his hand rested on your lower back as he escorted you out.

he fucked your brains in in the next room for disobeying him, panties around your ankles, your charm anklet jingling as he picked up your legs.

“spoiled fuckin’ brat. told you to wait didn’t I? hm? or did you make a scene ‘cause you wanted my dick?” your head hangs back as your hips are held down by him, thrusts brutal as you cry for him to slow down, face turned away from his. he grabs your chin and turns you around harshly with his scarred and calloused hands, bruised knuckles turning white with a tight grip.

“look at me when i’m fuckin’ talkin’ to you.”

he came inside you when he was done, pulling your panties up for you as it dripped down your leg.

“now.. back to what I was doin’. tell the driver to take your ass home.” he huffs with a zip of his pants and a shake in his sleeves to fix them. bakugo leaves you on the desk, leaving the door cracked for you to leave when you got yourself together. and when you did you could hardly hold yourself up, holding your high heels in your hand as you limp to the car waiting outside for you.

having a yakuza boss as a husband was always exciting. something in you liked the danger; the thrill.

you tell this tale to your other socialite girlfriends and they almost never believe you.

you were out with bakugo on a date when work called. to your dismay, he had to get up and leave. you insisted on being brought along, hating being left alone in that big house that was often empty without him. he agreed but only if you promised to be quiet like a good little girl.

when you arrive at some warehouse (the same one mentioned earlier), a man was already hog tied on the ground, muffled screams behind a piece of duck tape as bakugo ripped it off. you sat by a table, legs folded in annoyance. this interrupted date night? you scoff and fold your arms.

“ah. good seeing you old friend. remember me?” he asks, taunting him a little with a gun in his hand pressing it against his jaw as the man let out muffled pleas for him not to shoot.

“you tried stealing from me. fuckin’ idiot. my boys caught you in some hotel with your little girlfriend. did you think you were gonna have a victory fuck after you made off with my money, hm?” bakugo asks, hitting him upside the head with the butt of his pistol.

you jump at the sound of the blow, a small part of you turned on watching your husband beat the crap out of a complete stranger. your pussy starts to ache when you peer over at bakugo’s strong tattooed arms as he flung his jacket aside, rolling his white sleeves up to ensure his expensive suit doesn’t get soiled.

“oh fuck, where are my manners? this is my lovely wife, y/n. say hi baby.” he coos at you, a switch from rough to gentle when he spoke to you. you smile and wave, the hostage sobbing out a weak greeting when bakugo demands him to.

“anyways. what’d you do with the money, asswipe? gonna tell me or are you gonna make me fuck you up in front of my pretty wife. god, look at ‘er, ain’t she gorgeous? you know I was about 30 minutes from railing her before you had to go along and ruin our night. I should kill you right here.” bakugo turns his head towards you with a sick look in his eye.

“whaddaya think, princess? what should I do to this motherfucker, huh?” he asks.

“smack him again. he ruined date night.” you grumble, folding your arms.

“he sure did, baby.” bakugo says, punching the hostage in his jaw. he gestured for his men to crowd around him, all of them taking turns kicking and beating him with metal bars. katsuki walks towards you and pulls you into a passionate kiss, a bit of blood on his knuckles as he pulled your hair. god, this whole situation was sick. but why was it so hot?

bakugo carries you away to the car, tells the driver to fuck off somewhere while he rails you in the back seat, knowing his men will take care of the rest of what he started inside the warehouse. you straddle his lap, bouncing up and down on his stiff cock as the car rocked back and forth. the car windows fog up as your body heat commingled throughout the space, your hands pressing against the glass to gain to balance as you rode his fat cock.

“fuck, daddy. you’re so hot when you’re handling business. ooh, you’re dick’s so hard.” you purr, bakugo’s hand pinching and playing with your breast as his hips thrust upwards. He smirks at you, almost a bit shocked you got as turned on as he did from the pain he inflicted.

“hmm, I know baby. god, you’re sick. getting this wet from watching me beat up some punk. dirty fuckin’ girl.” he huffed into your hair, leaving sloppy kisses on your neck followed by harsh nibbles.

truth is even though you were so sweet and caring, you had a dark side no one knew about. I mean why else would you marry into the yakuza?

you were both fucking insane.

#bnha smut #bnha bakugou #bnha imagines #bnha headcanons #bnha todoroki #bnha kirishima #bnha x reader #bnha bakugo x reader

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poppy-metal · 3 years

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mean armin :(((

You see a girl flirting with him and it twists your gut because he’s such a rich pretty boy all the girls want him, they think hes sweet and charming, and you like the fact that you know better, but it still pisses you off that people flirt so shamlessly. With their hands on his arm, their lashes batting up at him, you’d go over there a splash water in her dumb stupid face if you could, but you dont. Armin would strangle you if you did, but honestly that was starting to look alot more pleasant than allowing this to continue. Still you let it boil instead. On the car ride home you don’t speak, and frustrated tears build in your eyes the whole way. Won’t he even ask what’s wrong?

He doesn’t. It makes you want to throw a fit so bad. You end up throwing yourself dramatically on the bed, and he just rolls his eyes. He rolls them! You’ve had enough so you whine, “You’re so mean to me!”

He’s not paying attention to you, instead going through the measures of toeing off his shoes and taking off his cuff links. You crawl to the edge of the bed, fat tears spilling down your cheeks, you fist the sheets in your hand. “That girl was flirting with you, and you didn’t even care about me at all!”

Armin looks at you then, and its an almost bored look, his blue eyes cool and tempered. “That’s what this is about?” He has the audacity to sound like its trivial, like its a meager thing, like you aren’t crying about it right now. You boil with rage and jealousy as you growl “yes! Im your girlfriend and you didnt even pay attention to me the whole night…”

He hums as he takes a strand of your hair and tucks it behind your ear, mockingly gentle, “My girlfriend doesn’t know how to behave at parties, she��s lucky i let her tag along at all. Dont you agree?”

You stiffen….you hate this, you hate how he talks down to you and makes you feel stupid, because now you do. Tears spill down your lashes and you look down, your anger dwindling. “I behave fine. You’re just mean”

His thumb strokes over your cheek, thumbing it. “Poor baby” your eyes squeeze shut, knowing you’re being mocked, but you lean into his touch anyway, it feels like a cool balm to your torn up emotions. hes always so collected, he doesn’t get how emotional you are. “My poor pathetic girlfriend who needs her busy boyfriend to remind her every hour he still wants her”

“Min…” your voice trails off, against your better judgement, heat spills between your legs. He tilts his head, and a blonde lock falls over his forehead, the face of an angel when hes actually the devil.

“I think the silent treatment was a bit bratty, no?”

You don’t think so but if armin says so….he’s always right, isnt he? “If you say so, min” your voice has lost any hostility, soft and demure again, as it always is with him.

He smiles “mm, it was. And you know what happens when you piss me off, right?”

You dip your head in a nod, “you have to correct me, make me understand”

“See? Dumb puppies do learn”

You find yourself in his lap, back pressed against his chest, tears pitiful as they trek down your cheek and chin and mouth as your cunt is speared open on his cock, forced to sit still as he scrolls through is phone in disinterest. Its the humiliation, of having to be motionless when all you wanna do is move your hips in small circles. His cock, hot and hard inside you throbs, you can feel it in your gummy walls, pressing insitantly against that spot in you but not doing anything to hit it.

Your hand grabble at his thighs, he hand’t even bothered to take pants off, merely unbuckling himself, and sitting you on his cock before opening his phone. Its torture, he knows it is, and thats why he’s had you here for and hour. Your pathetic sniffles and hiccups go unattended, and eventually you can’t take it anymore. You move just a little, a tiny motion, shifting your hips forward and then backwards and your eyes almost roll back at the friction of the head of his fat cock shifting inside you. Your eyes cross a little, and your mouth pops open and you barely have a moment to realize that you’re almost cumming before you feel a slender hand wrap around your throat, cool fingers digging into your skin. You whimper helplessly, as you feel him lean forward. You expect him to throw him off you, but he just uses his other hand, puts it on your tummy and bounces you on him a little.

A sob catches in your throat and his voice barely registers in your hazy mind “you’re a bitch in heat” he sighs, rolling your hips on his cock in tight little circles.

You shake your head wildly even as you grind your hips back into his movements, fucking yourself on him, feeling yourself clench and flutter around the sticky girth of him splitting you open and rocking inside you “no, no, m’sorry min”

“Are you?” he asks, his voice just slightly breathless. “Are you sorry enough to not cum?”

“I-” But you’re already cumming, pussy spasmically palpitating around him as slick gushes out. “You got-” he fucks into you, battering himself into you “-my fucking pants dirty” His lips are at your ear, teeth gritted, you can tell hes lost a little of that composure of his, you imagine his hair all fanning around his face, it flushed pink, his eyes heated. “Gonna make you lick my cock clean after i cum in this dirty. misbehaving. cunt”

“Need me to tell you i love you that bad? That you’re my special girl? Then start making me like you”

“Want you to like me!!” you cry, out, humping his cock at this point, “want your love, please”

“Then stop cumming”

You cant, you cant, you cant. Your humiliation rises as you babble and sniffle, dumb and cockdrunk.

“You” his breath puffs your hair on the top of your head. He sounds resolute, and somehow fond at the same time. “Are so fuckin’ pathetic”

His tongue flicks your ear as one of his hands travels down to rub your clit, “you’re lucky i think its cute”

#armin arlert smut #tw: toxic relationship #armin arlert x reader

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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Dry humping with ransom 😭😭 Y/N is wearing a beautiful dress and he gets horny but she don’t let him in just dry humping but that’s good too...

Yesss, nonnie!! More bratty Ransom for all you hoes. This is gonna be a quick one!

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (dry humping, mentions of vaginal sex and BDSM stuff, mommy kink), more of Ransom being a little brat, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!

Oh, that fucking dress.

It was like you chose it specifically to torture him. Dark blue silk that clung to you like a second skin with no back so there was no way you were wearing a bra under there. He wondered if you had any panties on either.

Fuck. It was slowly killing him.

You were talking to Harlan about something now, he couldn’t focus on what you were saying though. All he could think about was peeling you out of that thing and watching you ride him. Maybe you’d wrap it around his throat or use it to tie his hands above his head while you made him come.

“What?” You’d asked him a question but he had no fucking idea what it was, he’d been so lost in thought.

“I asked if you’d be ok taking a weekend trip to your grandfather’s country estate while I help him acclimate his new addition to the stables.” The look you were giving him was laced with warning. “Have you not been listening, Hugh?”

“You know, Y/N, I am always surprised when I hear you call my grandson by his given name.” Harlan was chuckling as he watched the two of you, his eyes flickering back and forth with an unnerving air of discernment that had Ransom feeling all kinds of uncomfortable.

“Yeah, well I only do it when he pisses me off.” You grinned at Harlan, but Ransom could hear the annoyance in your voice. “Congratulations again Harlan.”

You gave his grandfather a kiss on the cheek and turned back to him, biting your bottom lip as you started pulling him towards the edge of the room.

“I’m sorry, baby, you just look too fucking good.” He mumbled when you shoved him against the wall with a huff.

“I know, Hugh. I think every fucking person here knows based on the pants tent you’ve been sporting all night.” You hummed with satisfaction at the yelp he let out when you grabbed his bulge, giving him a nice squeeze as he squirmed for you. “What’re we gonna do about this Hugh?”

“Shit, I dunno but you’ve gotta do something.” He whined when you took your hand away, leaning on the wall next to him and grinning wickedly as you watched him writhe with frustration.

“Oh Hugh, I don’t have to do anything. I’m not the one who turns into a needy little slut every time we go out.” He was such a pathetic mess right now, it was starting to do things to you.

You leaned forward a little, nuzzling into his neck before running your tongue over his cheek in a heavy stripe and grinning when he started to whimper.

“Oh god, please mommy!” His cock was aching now, straining against his tux pants so hard you were a little worried he might actually bust a seam.

“Look at you, asking me so nice. You gonna be a good boy for mommy for the rest of the night?”

He could only nod vigorously, his breath was coming in ragged gasps as he waited for the ok to touch you.

“Alright baby. I don’t want you fucking up my hair or makeup, so how do you feel about humping mommy’s leg like a good little puppy?”

That was all he needed, turning and pressing himself into you with a low groan. His arms wrapped around you tightly as he ground himself into your hip, his breath hot on your neck before he buried his face in your shoulder.

Ransom’s hands were gripping you tightly, digging into your waist and hip while he writhed into you, his tongue flicking out to trace the column of your throat. Warmth started spreading from your core as he felt you up, a low throbbing between your legs as you thought about how easy it was to make him fall apart.

You just sighed as he started rutting against you faster, winding a hand through his hair as his lips traced over the curve of your neck softly. One of his hands moved up to cup your breast as he neared his end, whining against you.

“You gonna come baby?” You purred, rolling your hips to help him along as he groaned in your ear. “Do it honey, make a mess for mommy.”

You turned your head and pressed your lips to his, stroking his tongue with yours and swallowing his cry when his hips stuttered against you. He sighed into your mouth when he was finished, nipping softly at your lips as you turned to face him.

“Fuck, I love you so much.” He groaned, blinking slowly as he came down from his post-coital high.

“I know, honey. I love you too.” You gave him a quick peck on the lips before stepping back and straightening his tux for him. “Maybe you should start taking a couple Benadryl before we go out though, so we don’t keep ending up in these situations.”

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A/N: Ugh, I love these stupid sluts so much!! Goddamn it!

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allegra-writes · 3 years

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"On the balcony"

Tom Hiddleston x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Smut, semi-public sex.

"You're perfect, and everything in between

Keep moaning, 'cause we're making a scene

Keep going, until they tell us to leave"

Notice me - Role Model

"Oh, god…"

"Shhh" His hot breath on the back of your thighs sent shivers down your spine, "You have to be very quiet, princess. Can you do that for daddy?"

You nodded your head, not realizing he wouldn't be able to see it. You were too far gone to use words anyway, too drunk on the heady cocktail of adrenaline and desire, too drunk on him.

On his big, calloused hands trailing caresses up and down your naked legs, slipping under your dress, pushing it up and up, over your ass, bunching it at your waist. On his lips, his teeth, kissing, sucking, and nibbling at the pliant flesh of your cheeks.

On his wicked tongue, wet and hot even through the lace of your gossamer-thin underwear, that you had picked out just for him, and now he was taking great pleasure in ruining.

"Tom…"

Your soft sigh was almost imperceptible, you couldn't even hear it over the pounding of your own heart inside your chest. But of course he heard it. His tongue left you, but you didn't have time to complain before one of his long, dexterous fingers tugged your underwear to the side, toying briefly with your clit only to ghost over your entrance a second later, teasing you but never penetrating you.

He felt your sharp inhale, no doubt about to whine or complain, but you caught yourself in time. It was worth it, if only to feel his lips trail kisses up your naked back as he stood up to tower over you.

"Very good, baby" He breathed, husky, against your ear as you managed to keep perfectly still while he buried two fingers as far as they would go into your soft, velvety heat. "Just like that… nice and quiet. Prove to me that you can be a good girl taking my fingers in silent, and maybe… maybe I'll let you have my cock"

It was an empty threat, you knew that by now. If you were to break and moan, whine, or even cry out, he would just slap his hand over your lips, muffling the sounds as he bent you over the railing, fucking you hard and fast in punishment. Good girl or not, there was no way you were leaving that balcony without christening it the same way you had done every other room, piece of furniture or surface, horizontal or otherwise, in that, your new house. Your safe haven. Your sanctuary. The little piece of paradise he had built just for the two of you.

No, you knew he would never follow through, but that wasn't the point. The point was that you liked the praise. You liked being his princess, his angel, his good girl, as he did bad bad things to you. And Tom was quite aware of that. He loved seeing you bending over backwards to please him, to cater to his every whim, to obey his every arbitrary rule as he made it increasingly impossible for you.

It was absolutely perfect, you were absolutely perfect.

"Yeah… Just like that… such an obedient little thing…" Tom savored the effect his words had on you, your walls delicate squeezing his big fingers, the new wave of wetness falling on his palm like sweet ambrosia, like candy; you tasted just as sweet. A part of him wanted to keep playing with you, to drive you crazy, torture you until you begged for him to take you, debase you in the filthiest, lowest of ways you could think of.

But another, more powerful part, hungered for you, needed you even more than you wanted him. It had for the whole night, ever since you stepped into the garden in that shimmery, backless blue dress, designed with the sole purpose of testing his sanity.

So far, it was a losing battle.

The cacophony of music and party sounds downstairs drowned the sound of his zipper and belt buckle being undone, so you didn't realize what was happening until he was sliding his thick cock inside you in one long, slow and controlled stroke.

"Fuck," your boyfriend broke his own rule, cursing out loud as he bottomed out, "you feel so good… being inside you is pure heaven"

Understatement of the decade. There was a hunger, an ache in him whenever he was as much as six feet away from him. A heartbreaking longing that could only be fixed by having you like that, in his arms and all around him.

"You feel-ah… You feel amazing too"

You could practically hear the smile in his voice as he started moving, unhurriedly but harsh. Deep and measured.

"Really now?"

A sigh was the only reply you could munster, eyelids falling shut by their own accord, head falling back in pleasure.

"No no." He tsked, "Don't close your eyes… look at them"

You did as he said, trying your best to focus on the housewarming party still going strong in the garden. On your family and friends, blissfully ignorant of what was going on above their heads.

"All it would take is for just one of them to look up…"

There was no disguising the shiver that shook your body from head to toe at his words. You felt his dark chuckle against your back,

"Oh, but you would like that, wouldn't you? Them seeing us… I would like too," he confessed, "you look positively stunning when I fuck you"

He licked your ear, from lobe to top, and you swore you tasted blood, from how hard you were biting your lip.

"And no one… absolutely not anyone, can fuck you like I do, can they?"

You shook your head. But he wanted more.

"Use your words, angel"

It was a trap. Of course it was, cause as soon as you opened your mouth, you felt his fingers dig into your hips for leverage, as he started thrusting brutally, his cock splitting you open in the best of ways. Your lips parted in a silent scream.

"I asked you… a question… princess" Tom demanded, punctuating every word with a hard, almost cruel stroke.

"Ah… yes…" you gasped, "yes, daddy. No one… never…"

"Look at you, so obedient" He praised, "I think you deserve a reward… you deserve daddy's come"

"Oh god, yes" You almost came right there and then, your walls fluttering uncontrollably around his thick shaft, almost driving him to a climax of his own.

"Ask me nicely, then" he commanded, his movements becoming erratic, "ask daddy nicely to fill you with his come…"

"Please, daddy, fill me with your come" You half murmured, half whined, not even concerned about the volume of your voice anymore. You needed it, you were so close, you could almost taste your release. And you wanted him to come undone with you.

"Take my come, princess… and come with me"

You did, burying your screams against his palm, just as he buried his against your shoulder, no doubt leaving a mark.

Tom pulled out of you, fixing your dress before taking into his arms, stepping inside the room, so you both could collapse on the king size bed.

"That was…"

"Absolutely amazing" he finished, once he could catch enough breath to talk again, "just like you, my angel" he brought your hand to his lips, placing sweet, reverent kisses on each of your knuckles.

"No. Just like you… Tom, you're a dream come true"

His replying simile was nothing short of breathtaking. It never failed to marvel him, the fact that you loved him back. The fact that you were his, such a wild and free creature surely ought to be elusive. But you had willingly let yourself be caught by him, and far from feeling trapped, you had actually liberated him. It wasn't the first time you had done something like that: You had let him fuck you on the back of a limousine, finger you under the table at the Met gala, sneaked your hand down his pants on the dancefloor… The list went on and on.

He felt even more free with you than when he was a bachelor.

For so long he had run away from commitment, from love. Now all he wanted was everybody to know he was yours and yours alone.

Just like you were his.

"We should probably get back to the party before they start wondering where we disappeared to…"

This time, he was the one letting out a bratty whine,

"I know… I don't want to, but I know"

"Do you think anyone saw us?"

Your boyfriend shook his head,

"The balcony is too dark, and the music is too loud, so I honestly doubt it"

You breathed out in relief.

"Ok. Let me just grab a jacket and we'll go downstairs"

Tom frowned,

"Why? It's a very hot night… are you feeling alright?"

"I am, don't worry" his concern made you smile, "It's just someone left a hickey on my shoulder…"

Far from looking guilty, a mischievous glint illuminated Tom's icy blues.

"Don't cover it" It wasn't a request. You were ashamed at the weakness of your knees in response to his dominant tone: he had just fucked you, you couldn't possibly be horny again. He was turning you into a nymphomaniac.

"No?"

"No" He confirmed. They might not have seen him taking you, right there under (or above) their very noses…

But they sure as hell would know what you just did.

#tom hiddleston #loki #smut #tom hiddleston x reader #loki x reader #tom hiddleston imagine #loki imagine #fanfiction #james conrad #johnatan pine #robert laing

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astaroth1357 · 4 years

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I'd love some headcanons for the brothers when a (less passive jeez game let me be bold) MC just says like, "I think you're really attractive, do you want to go on a date?" or something of the sort. 🙏

The Brothers With a Forward MC

Oh boy, it was a trip to imagine being someone with actual confidence for once, like, that makes life sound so much easier..! (And makes the plot of these otome games a hell of a lot shorter but we’re not going to talk about that 🙄)

Lucifer

Oh, aren't you cute? You think that he's going to roll right over for you just because you asked nicely? Oh no.

Forward or not, they got to deserve it first. It doesn't matter how direct they are with Lucifer, unless he respects them they're getting nowhere. That's just the truth.

Get through that hurdle though and… well he'll still find their attempts almost patronizingly quaint and endearing.

Really, a human complimenting him (as if they'll say anything he doesn't already know) or asking him on a date? That's just objectively adorable.

But, hey, he won't refuse them anymore. That's a win!... right…?

"Oh, so you would like to go on a date with me?... Interesting." 😌

Mammon

Ah yes… What an interesting dance this will be.

And by dance, I mean the MC will be marching up to Mammon and asking him out while he tap dances around his feelings like the tsundere he is.

You see, he can't just admit that he really wants to spend time with them so he makes a big show of the "favor" he's doing by agreeing to their little date ideas.

But give him brazen compliments…? Oh boy. Tell him that he's handsome! Tell him that he's funny and smart! Let him know they trust him and want him around!!

That'll turn him into putty in their hands, guaranteed.

"Wha-er, of course ya want to spend time with the Great Mammon!! I'm not surprised or nothin! …ya really mean it, right...?" 🥺

Leviathan

"Hey Levi, I like spending time with you. Do you want to go out somewhere? Like on a date?"

Annnd Levi's brain has just blue-screened… Whoops...

He's legit not going to believe them at first, no matter how direct they are. They could hold him by the cheeks and spell out their attraction in all caps and it'll still get lost in translation...

Please be patient with this boy… He'll start to (slowly) believe them with repetition and assurance, but their forwardness will still shock him for a while (expect some near fainting spells)

Absolutely do not stop, though. He'll secretly relish the attention and baby needs an ego boost or two.

"W-what? Why would y-you want to be with a y-ucky otaku like me??" 😣

Satan

Satan has come across plenty of forward people in his life, but don't think he can be tamed by a little extra confidence. He's not easy like Mammon or Levi, after all.

If an MC wants to go for him directly, then he'll admire their spunk if nothing else, but they're gonna have to add some flair to it.

Speak his language… literature. They need to let their inner romantic out and woo this man like they've stepped right out of a romance novel!

Oh it will be cheesy, it will be extra, but if they want to make his heart flutter then they should expect no less.

Or just put on a pair of cat ears and ask him out. That will work just as well.

"A date…? Perhaps. But do you really think you can handle me?" 🤨

Asmodeus

Oh well isn't this refreshing~? Normally he's the most forward one in the House!

Asmo would LOVE a forward MC. Nothing is sexier than someone who knows what they want and isn't afraid to ask for it. Yes please.

He's not even going to be coy about it. Man's not too prideful, if he likes what he sees (which, come in this is MC we're talking about here) he'll snap them right up before someone else gets the chance.

Truthfully, he's already so direct himself that any conversation between those two would probably end in so much flirting that no one else in the House would be able to stand it…

These two are never allowed to sit by each other in class… or meetings… or the table… or- Well, you get the idea.

"What's that? A date~? Well of course! Anything for you, darling!!" 😁

Beelzebub

Honestly, direct is probably the best way to be with Beel anyway. He can be kind of… oblivious at times.

It's not his fault, his brain just kind of defaults to standard friendship or "just being nice" unless clearly stated otherwise.

As long as they use the word "date" they'll be fine. But if not, then you're probably not on a date, hon. Sorry.

He's not going to posture like the others or even short circuit. Beel wants to spend time with them and he'll admit it without putting up a fight. Ain't that a novel concept?

Compliments are going to slide off of him though, just a warning. He gets those a lot so they'll have to think of something extra nice if they want it to sink in for him.

"You want to go on a date…? Okay, where to? I know a great place to eat." 😊

Belphegor

Congratulations, their pursuit of Belphie has just become a new source of entertainment to him.

He likes them of course (after the incident anyway), it's just that the little shit won't give in without a bit of a chase...

Expect him to play coy with them after they ask him on a date just to rile them up a little. He may even refuse on the first or second try for some bullshit reason like, "That's my naptime."

Buuuut right as they're getting mad or disappointed he turns up that charm or cuddles them back into loving him again… This man is torture. He's actually torture.

He will eventually give in and go on a date with them… and by that point they're allowed to be a little bratty right back to him for dragging out the inevitable.

"A date? No thanks... Aw, what's that look for?" 😏

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inevitably-johnlocked · 3 years

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hi!! i recently got into johnlock and the universe has somehow directed me to your blog (which is an absolute godsend omfg). have you got any good possessive!john fics?

Hi Lovely!!!

AHHHH!! I’m so glad you enjoy my blog!!! <3 Thank you so much! <3

AHHH you know what??? I don’t get asked this all that much at all! I think mostly because it’s easier to find Possessive Sherlock fics and people then just... forget LOL

So guess what?? You’re the prompter for any fics I actually tagged or filed with Possessive John! <3 A pioneer you are! LOL I’m combining it with a few of the Obsessive fics as well, since I don’t have many new ones.

As usual, gang, feel free to add your own!! <3

POSSESSIVE / OBSESSIVE JOHN

See also:

Specifically Jealous John b/c of Other People

Jealous John

Jealous John Pt. 2 and Jealous Sherlock Pt 2

Jealous John Pt 3 and Jealous Sherlock Pt 3

Jealous John and Sherlock Pt. 4

Jealous John and Sherlock Pt. 5

Hell or High water by bluefire301175 (E, 2,250 w., 1 Ch. || PWP, Frottage, Alley Sex, First Person POV John, Case-ish Fic, Mutual Pining, Bed Sharing) – John wants. Sherlock wants. Plain and simple.

Display by 221b_hound (E, 2,377 w., 1 Ch. || Post-HLV, Tattoos, Public Hand Jobs, Exhibitionism, Possessive Sex, Possessive Sherlock, Possessive John) – A new client has been flirting with Sherlock and, finding no joy there, with John. John seems annoyed to be second-best, Sherlock thinks, so Sherlock decides to give the departing woman (and maybe also John) a demonstration of who, exactly, John belongs to. But there's more than one level of sexual jealousy and more than one display of possession going on here, outlined in the window of 221b Baker Street. Part 2 of Lock and Key

Apodyopsis by QuinnAnderson (E, 3,347 w.,1 Ch. || PWP, Rough Sex, Table Sex, Anal, Sexual Tension) – Apodyopsis: (æpəʊdaɪˈɒpsɪs) noun. the act of mentally undressing someone. Part 2 of Undressed

Overture by Kate_Lear (M, 4,435 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss / Time, Friends to Lovers, Angry John, Introspection, Dev. Rel., Embarrassed / Insecure Sherlock, Morning After, Bed Sharing, Cuddles / Limpet Sherlock) – A short snippet on how John and Sherlock might have got together.

Sherlock and John Go Clubbing by wendymarlowe (E, 4,716 w., 3 Ch. || Clubbing, Dirty Talk, Dancing, Coming Untouched, Coming in Pants, Bi John, For a Case, Friends to Lovers, Flirting, Sherlock is Lost for Words, Sexy John, Mutual Pining, Possessive John, Floor Sex/Hand Job/Frottage) – John pinched the bridge of his nose - even for Sherlock, this was a new level of no bloody boundaries. “You want me to go with you to a gay club, wait around twiddling my thumbs while I let you get pawed by a criminal, then out-flirt him and talk you into coming home with me instead?” Part 32 of John and Sherlock's Kinky First Times

Caves in the Mountains Are Seldom Unoccupied by starrysummernights & TheMadKatter13 (E, 7,925 w., 1 Ch. || Were-Creatures || Werebear John, Pseudo Bestiality, Rimming, Heavy Dub Con, Rough Sex, Come Inflation / Eating, Size Kink, PWP, Bratty Sherlock, Rutting) – “This isn’t something to play at, Sherlock,” he snapped. “If it doesn’t work out- what you’re asking of me- we can’t shrug and say 'oh well, at least we tried'. If we do this… I could seriously hurt you. Do you understand? I could lose control. I could… I could kill you.”

My Life for His by QuinnAnderson (E, 8,816 w., 1 Ch. || Guardian/Protector, Greek Mythology || Growing Up, Sex, Religious Themes, Suicide, Minor Character Death) – It began when Sherlock was eight, and he attempted to climb all the way up to the highest branch in the old willow tree in his back garden. He'd thought he was still small enough that it could support him, but the second he'd grabbed hold of it to pull himself up, the branch snapped, and down he went, plummeting a solid twenty metres. The odd thing was, he never actually hit the ground.

Of Course I Forgive You by allonsys_girl (E, 10,735 w., 1 Ch. || Love Confessions, Canon Divergence, First Time, Frottage, Wall Sex, Infidelity) – What if things had gone differently on that train car?

The Invocation of Saint Margaret by Ewebie (E, 15,831 w., 1 Ch. || POV John, Crossing Timelines, Light Angst, Fluff, Series 3 John / Series 1 Sherlock, The Matchbox, Mushy Romance, First Time, Bisexual John, Pining John, Bottomlock, Love Confessions, Sensuality, Emotional Love Making, Snippets of Time) – When Sherlock Holmes opens the matchbox from The Sign of Three and John finds himself years in the past, back to that first dinner at Angelo's with a much younger Sherlock Holmes. Is he dreaming?

Out of the Woods by SilentAuror (E, 20,471 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Romance, Slow Burn, Flirting, Drunk Sex, Practical Jokes, POV Sherlock, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Pining Sherlock, Frustrated Wanking, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, First Kiss/Time, Virgin Sherlock, Love Confessions, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Bum Appreciation, Hanging out with the Yard) – Sherlock is fairly certain that John has taken to flirting with him of late, but can't be entirely certain of it. At least, not until a case takes them into a forest, along with Lestrade's team and something happens that will change everything about their lives...

The Kepler Problem by kinklock (E, 24,270 w., 1 Ch. || Sci-Fi AU, Alien Sherlock, Space Repairman John, Alien Biology, Horny John) – Working in uncharted space exploration was not as exciting as John had hoped, especially when it turned out to be mostly bot maintenance on uninhabited planets. However, the mystery of the repeated, unexplained malfunctions on planet BAK 2212 might turn out to be exactly the kind of adventure he'd been craving.

Inscrutable to the Last by DiscordantWords (M, 48,842 w., 6 Ch. || Post-TRF, Alternate S3, John’s Blog/S3 is a Story By John, Divorce, Marital Difficulties, John is a Mess, Emotional Reunion, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Grief / Mourning, Pining John, First Kiss, Adorably Clueless Sherlock, Nostalgia, Love Confessions, Eventual Happy Ending, Obsessive John) – He wasn't Sherlock, he couldn't work miracles. All he'd ever been able to do was write about them.

The Hollow Woman by ScopesMonkey (M, 51,335 w., 22 Ch. || Post-TRF, Major Character Death, Mystery, Romance, Friendship, Family, Angst, Crime, Reunion, First Kiss / Time, Nightmares, Doctor John, Jealous Sherlock, Jealous John, BAMF John, Angry John, Dub-Con, Rough Sex, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Villain Mary, Open Ending) – Forced to return to London sooner than expected, Sherlock falls into a case too close to home. Part 1 of the Hollowverse series

Points by lifeonmars (E, 53,791 w., 42 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || HLV Rewrite / Canon Divergence, Married Life, Pregnancy / Baby Watson, Drinking to Cope, Boxing / Fisticuffs, Clueless John, Angst, Minor Medical Drama, Tattoos, Christmas, First Kiss/Time, Eventual Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Doctor John, Sexuality Crisis, Slow Burn, Case Fic, Drugging, Blow/Hand Job, Emotional Love Making, Parenthood, Passage of Time, Obsessive John) – What if His Last Vow never happened? This fic picks up a few months after John and Mary's wedding, in an alternate universe where Magnussen doesn't exist, but Mary is still pregnant. Life continues -- just in a different direction. And slowly, Sherlock and John find their way to each other.

The Bells of King's College by SilentAuror (E, 64,019 w., 5 Ch. || Post-S4, Missed Opportunities, Angst with Happy Ending, Fake Relationship, Case Fic, John POV, Jealous John, John in Denial, Travelling / Holidays, Virgin Sherlock, Wedding Proposals) – It's only been two weeks since Eurus Holmes disrupted their lives when Mycroft sends John and Sherlock to Cambridge to pose as an engaged couple at a wedding show in the hopes of solving six unsolved deaths...

Gimme Shelter by SinceWhenDoYouCallMe_John (E, 159,368 w., 21 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || 70′s Surfer AU || Period Typical Homophobia, Hawaii, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Professional Surfers, Gay John / Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, John was a Sailor, Misunderstandings) – All John Watson wants is the feeling of a freshly waxed surfboard under his feet and the hot California sun baking down onto his back. To finally go pro in the newly formed world of professional surfing and leave the dark memories of his past behind him as he rips across the face of a towering blue barrel. To lounge beside the beach bonfire every evening with an ice cold beer tucked into the cool sand beside him and listen to Pink Floyd and the Doors while the saltwater dries in his sun bleached hair. That's all he wants, that is, until the hot young phenom taking Oahu and the Hawaiian shores by storm steps up next to him in the sand in the second round of the 1976 International Surf Competition. (PUBLISHED AS ‘The Sea Ain’t Mine Alone’)

Proving A Point by elldotsee & J_Baillier (E, 186,270 w., 28 Ch. || Me Before You Fusion || Medical Realism, Insecure John, Depression, Romance, Angst, POV John, Sherlock Whump, Serious Illness, Doctor John, Injury Recovery, Assisted Suicide, Sherlock’s Violin, Awkward Sexual Situations, Alcoholism, Drugs, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Body Image, Friends to Lovers, Hurt / Comfort, Pain, Big Brother Mycroft, Intimacy, Anxiety, PTSD, Family Issues, Psychological Trauma, John Whump, Case Fics, Loneliness, Pain) – Invalided home from Afghanistan, running out of funds and convinced that his surgical career is over, John Watson accepts a mysterious job offer to provide care and companionship for a disabled person. Little does he know how much hangs in the balance of his performance as he settles into his new life at Musgrave Court.

Free Falling by twistedthicket1 (M, 203,574 w., 38 Ch. || Guardian Angels AU || Guardian Angel John, Fluff and Angst, Humour, Kidlock / Teenlock, Light Mystrade, Passage of Time, Possessive John, Drug Use / Overdose, Victor Trevor, Graphic Bullying, Big Brother Mycroft, Hard Drug Use, Depression, Possessive Sherlock, Possessive John, Panic Attacks, Nightmares/PTSD, Pining, Healing Abilities, Kidnapping, Violence, Torture, Blow Jobs, Virgin John, Emotional Development / Attachment, Mortality, Happy Ending) – All Guardian angels are born with a Chosen human. When this child is born, the angel comes into being to protect and care for them during their life on Earth. For John Watson, all he cares about in the world revolves around his Chosen, Sherlock Holmes. Watching him grow up though, the angel soon learns that God must have had a sense of humour the day he decided to make Sherlock, as trouble seems to follow him like a magnet wherever he goes. John can't decide what's worse, the idea of losing his Chosen one, or the fact that he may be breaking the most taboo law of heaven as he disguises himself as a human to better protect and befriend the beloved detective he's always watched from afar. He was meant to care for him. But what happens when caring evolves into something more? What happens when an emotion an angel is supposed to be incapable of possessing comes to life suddenly and viciously inside John's chest?

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #possessive john #my fic recs #safebannie

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mynameseri · 4 years

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🌸✨ HxH Masterlist ✨🌸

Characters with names A-K are below the cut

Characters with names L-Z are linked here

🌶 = N/SFW

❥ Adult Trio

At the club HCs

Self care day HCs

Reader who likes to kiss them a lot HCs 🌶

Reader who laughs a lot

Yandere! HCs

Reader w/ self harm scars HCs

Reader that hides their moans HCs 🌶

Reader in Evil Organization HCs

College AU HCs

SoftDom Reader HCs

General 🌶 HCs

Reader with a cute sneeze HCs

Punk Rock Reader HCs

Switching bodies with Reader for a day HCs

Reader that’s always tired HCs

Cheering up reader HCs

Reaction to reader doing WAP dance

Weeb S/O HCs

How they text

S/O with ADHD HCs

S/o with glasses HCs

model/artistic s/o HCs

Reaction to tripping and grabbing a breast HCs

Reaction to reader’s intense orgasm HCs🌶

Ideal date HCs

Favorite casual/sexy outfits for S/O

Giving s/o massages HCs

S/o who loves hickies🌶

Reacting to being complimented

S/O with bruises HCs

Reacting to reader getting dressed up for them

Reaction to reader studying when sick HCS

Handwriting HCs

Reader w Acne HCs

❥ Chrollo Lucilfer

Yandere!Chrollo crashes readers wedding HCs

Cuddles Scenario

Reader soft confession

“Daddy” Drabble 🌶

Begging Reader Drabble

Chrollo x Reader Drabble slight 🌶

Chrollo x Reader Anal Drabble 🌶

Soft BF HCs

Bratty Reader Scenario 🌶

F!Reader Tied Up Scenario 🌶

Reader who isn’t easily impressed HCs

Chrollo interested in Reader Scenario

With a daughter HCs

Chrollo x Reader who accepts him for who he is

Reader surprises Chrollo at a coffeeshop Oneshot

Reader comforts jealous Chrollo slight 🌶

Ticklish reader HCs

First time HCs🌶

D/S Dynamic with Reader HCs 🌶

Top 5 D/S Dynamic Rules + Drabble 🌶

Admiring dressed up F!Reader

Reader from Meteor City HCs

Taking reader to Meteor City HCs

Mommy kink HCs🌶

Doing facemasks w Reader HCs

Reader who steals his boxers HCs

Mommy Kink drabble🌶

S/O with long hair HCs

Reader swamped with HW scenario 🌶

Cumming on reader’s face HCs 🌶

Body worship HCs

Aftercare HCs🌶

How he celebrates his birthday HCs

Chrollo x White 700 Follower Event Drabble

Chrollo x Purple 700 Follower Event Drabble

Chrollo x Indigo 700 Follower Event Drabble

Convinced to wear a skirt HCs

❥ Feitan Portor

Taller s/o HCs

Pet names for S/O🌶

S/o who likes to sit in his lap HCs

S/o who loves hickies🌶

Feitan x Purple 700 Follower Event Drabble

Feitan x Pink 700 Follower Event Drabble

Feitan x reader Torturing someone together scenario

With S/O who likes to wear baggy clothes HCs

❥ Ging Freecss

Reader Non-Con Smut One shot🌶

Bodyguard reader HCs🌶

Ging x Blue 700 Follower Event Drabble

Ging x Green 700 Follower Event Drabble

❥ Hisoka Morow

Hisoka x Reader Scenario

Knife Play Drabble 🌶

Baking cookies HCs

Being sensitive to jokes HCs

Twerking S/O Hcs

Hisoka Cheats on Reader Pt 1 / Pt 2

Ticklish reader HCs

With a younger sister

Younger sister fluff HCs

First time HCs🌶

Choking reader during sex One Shot 🌶

Reader who steals his boxers HCs

Doing facemasks w Reader HCs

Manipulating his little sister HCs

Cumming on readers face HCs🌶

S/O with long hair HCs

Gentle Vanilla one shot🌶

S/O flashes their panties HCs slight🌶

Soft, peaceful S/O HCs

Little sister trying to be independent HCs

Soft!Hisoka opens up to reader HCs

Reader actively avoiding Hisoka HCs

Hisoka x Red 700 Follower Event Drabble

Hisoka x Turquoise 700 Follower Event Drabble

Hisoka x Dark Blue 700 Follower Event Drabble

Hisoka x Pink 700 Follower Event Drabble

Hisoka x Chartreuse 700 Follower Event Drabble

Dialogue Drabble Event

❥ Illumi Zoldyck

Illumi x S/O tangled hair HCs

Reader with bruises Slight 🌶

Drunk S/O HCs

On a mission with reader HCs

First date HCs

Being sensitive to jokes HCs

S/O who struggles on the first day of their period HCs

With a daughter HCs

Pegging HCs 🌶

Reader who steals his boxers HCs

Reaction to reader not returning boxers scenario 🌶

Indulging F!readers hidden kinks scenario 🌶

With a shy, socially anxious S/O HCs

S/O giving him lots of hickies HCs

Sub!Illumi wearing lingerie HCs 🌶

Wearing s/os sweaters HCs

Cumming on readers face HCs🌶

Getting fucked by M!Reader HCs🌶

Waking up sleep deprived s/o HCs

Sub!Illumi with Mommy Kink 🌶

Escalated making out HCs🌶

Illumi x Lavender 700 Follower Event Drabble

❥ Killua Zoldyck

Older sister figure HCs

Reader w fear of thunder Scenario

Killua with a crush

Prank on reader Drabble

S/O who loves Alluka HCs

❥ Kite/Kaito

SoftDom Reader HCs 🌶

Vocal Reader during sex 🌶

Angst Drabble

Reader braiding his hair HCs

🌶 HCs

Kink HCs🌶

Reader in Lingerie HCs🌶

Comforting FTM trans-reader

Shower with M!Reader HCs 🌶

Kite’s S/O bonds with Gon & Killua HCs

Pegging HCs 🌶

Yandere!Kite HCs

Reaction to reader’s intense orgasm HCs🌶

Kite x Slate Gray 700 Follower Event Drabble

Kite SFW & N/SFW HCs

❥ Knuckle Bine

🌶 HCs

Reader’s first time HCs 🌶

Fluff HCs

Knuckle x Blue 700 Follower Event Drabble

❥ Kurapika Kurta

Vocal Reader during sex 🌶

🌶 HCs

Cheating on Reader HCs

Walking in on Reader crying HCs

Kisses Drabble

Dialogue Event Drabble

Reader with OCD HCs

Twerking S/O Hcs

Soft romance HCs

Reader Birthday Scenario

Melody’s best friend dating - M!Reader Scenario

Drunk kisses scenario

Reader with Burnout HCs

Sick Reader scenario

Reader w/ Bad Cramps HCs

Beach day w/ reader HCs

Kurapika x Reader x Leorio friendship trio scenario

Yandere HCs

Yandere Kurapika x Reader who escapes HCs

Reader that’s always tired HCs

Comforting self conscious reader HCs

Reader in Lingerie HCs🌶

Finds out friend is Kurta scenario

Pegging HCs🌶

BF meeting Gon, Killua, and Leorio

Comforted by Reader after nightmare HCs

Single Dads HCs

Reader says “I love you” in Kurta

Being comforted by reader after nightmare HCs

Saving Reader scenario

Affectionate Reader HCs

Reaction to reader doing WAP dance

Mommy kink HCs🌶

Comforting reader with anxiety

Comforting reader who self harms HCs

Comforting reader who has a nightmare HCs

Sleepy reader confesses their love

Doing facemasks w Reader HCs

Reader who steals his boxers HCs

Finding out he’s a dad HCs

Comforting FTM s/o who has dysphoria from period

Mommy Kink drabble🌶

Wearing s/o’s sweaters

Pet names for S/O🌶

Seeing s/o naked for the first time 🌶

reader with ADHD HCs

Reader teases Kurapika all day scenario 🌶

Comforting reader with arachnophobia HCs

Fem reader teasing him til he cries 🌶

Kurapika x Blue 700 Follower Event Drabble

Kurapika x Gold 700 Follower Event Drabble

Kurapika x Purple 700 Follower Event Drabble

Kurapika x Baby Pink 700 Follower Event Drabble

Kurapika x Red 700 Follower Event Drabble

Finding injured reader scenario

Comforting sad reader HCs

Comforting reader that got in fight with their parents HCs

Reader w self worth issues HCs

Convinced to wear a skirt HCs

Updated: 01/04/2021

#masterlist

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donutloverxo · 4 years

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Rewards and gifts

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork said - " I LOVE Steve in this shirt. How about something fluffy with hints of smut. Or full smut. With way you wanna do it. Short or long as you want babes. 😍 "

Wtf this was supposed to be a drabble...

Summary - Steve looks so handsome in his sexy blue shirt. You don't want him to leave. So you come up with a diabolical plan.

Warnings - smut, dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, spanking, edging, slight voyeurism, light anal, mean daddy Steve, porn with very little plot.

Pairing - Steve Rogers x brat!reader

Word count - 2k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

You leaned against the door to the walk in closet you shared with your fiancee. Picking at the doorframe, you leaned against it, trying to sneakily look at your Steeb pushing his hair back with the black brush you decorated with pink rhinestones.

“Why are you sulking doll?” He asked putting the hairbrush down and turning to look at you.

“I’m not sulking!” You huffed. How dare he insinuate that? Even if it was true, how dare he?

“You’ve got that cute little pout on your face” He couldn’t suppress his grin. He turned back to the dressing table mirror, Spristing some of that Tom Ford perfume you have him. Which you bought with his card but whatever. It’s basically the same thing. It’s a good thing he doesn’t know how much it costs or he’ll probably lose his mind.

You couldn’t help but hum as as you looked at his muscles flexing, barely contained in his tight fitted shirt. It was a good thing you ‘accidentally’ got him a size too small. He was never really interested in shopping for himself. He only ever bought boring things. “I’m sorry what?” You snapped back to reality. Dragging your mind out of the gutter.

He only chuckled, walking closer to you. “What’s wrong princess?” He cooed cupping your cheek.

You sighed leaning into his touch. “I’ll just really missed you” You spoke softly imitating the look of a kicked puppy to get what you want. “Can’t I come with you?” You asked jutting your bottom lip out.

He let out a shaky breathe. He hated saying no to you. You never really asked for much anyway. But it was supposed to be a ‘guys night'. Everyone on the team already teased him about being so whipped for you. Which was annoying but not that big of a deal. He loved you and wasn’t afraid of showing it. But he didn’t want them making you feel uncomfortable the whole night.

On the other hand. He couldn’t bear the thought of being away from you. Not when you looked at him so sweetly, tugging the helm of your pale pink nightie, a nervous tick of yours.

“Please?” You let out the smallest of whimper. If you overdo it, you’ll come off as bratty.

“Alright princess you can come.” He finally relented and caught you as you jumped in his arms peppering kisses all over his face.

Steve only gave you 15 minutes to get ready so you had to really hurry along. You quickly went through your clothes looking for the best one. You smirked when you stumbled upon something that would be perfect. To give Steve a taste of his own medicine.

Steve texted the guys on their group chat that he would be bringing you along. And as expected they all started calling him whipped. And a lover boy. Though they knew better than to say anything even remotely bad about you.

His breathe hitched as he took in what you were wearing. A skin tight sparkly pink dress, that really didn’t leave much for the imagination, paired with silver heels. He could tell you weren’t wearing a bra when he saw the impression of the hard nubs of your nipples.

“I didn’t have time to do my make up. So I’m only wearing lip gloss” You said smacking your lips “How do I look?” You asked twirling for him. “I’m not wearing spanx. Does that look weird?” You looked down at your tummy and love handles sticking out in the dress. Oh well, you were dressing up for yourself and it looked fine to you. “Whatever.” You shrugged. “Let’s go.”

“I – princess I’m going to ask you something. And you have to be completely honest.” He said so gravely that it intimidated you. “Are you wearing panties?” He asked his voice strained.

And you giggled mischievously. “Nope” you said popping the ‘p'. You turned around lifting your dress and flashing your ass. “Is that a problem?” You asked over your shoulder, feigning innocence.

“You’re being a tease and a bad girl. You do know what happens to bad girls?” You turned around to look back at him. And it was a mistake. His arms were crossed over his chest. His shoulders so broad, his biceps so large, and holy shit is this God of a man really yours?

“That’s like the pot calling back to the kettle.” You huffed.

“What do you mean?” He asked quirking a brow at you.

You walked over to him in long strides, not very graceful in your 3 inch high heels. You squeezed his bicep “Look at these! It has to be a crime to look this good!” You complained growling at him. And yes you do realise how ridiculous you are being. But the sight of him in that shirt made you so wet you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

“You and this – uh – sex shirt! You’re so sinful! So don’t you go calling me a tease.” Your hand subconsciously fondled his pert pectoral through the shirt. Not having the least bit of shame as you looked at him, headstrong, not backing down. Even if the shirt basically made you putty.

“Sex shirt?” He cringed.

“Mm-hm. Now come on let’s go or we’ll be late.” You turned around to collect your clutch but in a flash of a second he had hauled you and manhandled you over his lap.

He pulled your dress up exposing your plump ass. Taking a handful he massages it. Any good spanking session begins with a warm up after all. “You planned this didn’t you? You little minx.” He cruelly snickered at your yelp as his hand met your ass. Leaving a stinging burn. “Well now you get what you wanted. Daddy will stay with you now. And teach you a lesson. How do you feel about that?” He asked giving two quick slaps to your other cheek.

“Yes – yes I’d like that. I’ve been so bad. You need to set me straight daddy.” You drawled wiggling your ass up to him. Wordlessly asking for more. You gasped as he smacked you especially hard. Feeling liquid collect between your legs.

“That’s right baby I do. Remember you don’t get to cum tonight until you show me you’ve learned your lesson. Understood?” He asked reigning two hard slaps on your upper thighs.

“Yes! Yes daddy.” You cried tears trailing down your cheeks. But you still needed more.

“Tch” he clucked teasing your folds and collecting your slick. “You’re not off to a good start. Already ruining my pants.” He said harshly plunging two of his fingers inside you. “Is it because of the shirt?” He wanted to know.

“No daddy. That’s all you.” And he didn’t have to look at you to know that you were grinning unabashedly as he fucked you hard with your fingers. He could tell you were close when he felt you squirming against his hold and clenching on his digits.

He quickly pulled them out of you as you whined loudly stomping your leg on the couch. “Behave.” He warned slapping your already bruised bottom.

He flipped you onto your back and settled himself between your legs. He shoved his fingers in your mouth. “Clean them up.” He ordered.

And you suckled loudly. Longing so desperately to cum that you’d do just about anything.

He abruptly pulled them out. He easily tore your precious, beautiful dress. And you wailed. Actually hurt. “What the hell?!” You screamed. You really liked that dress.

“I can buy you another one princess.” He leaned over you. His face so close to yours that you could feel his hot breathe on your lips. “You have no idea just how crazy you make me. Do you?”

You only huffed looking away. Still salty about your ruined dress. You tried not to enjoy it when he closed his mouth over a nipple, rolling the other one in his fingers. Muttering sweet apologies against your skin as he trailed kissed down until he reached your core.

You had to spread your legs wide, somewhat uncomfortably, to accommodate him. You looked down at him, and damn he still look so delicious. The color really brought out the blue in his eyes. Which were almost black now.

You shuddered as he wrapped his mouth around your bundle of nerves, sucking harshly on it. He had made you squirt once. Maybe you could do it again. Ruin that glorious shirt.

He sucked and drank from you, occasionally prodding at your pluckered hole, using his fingers here and there. But he either slowed down or stopped to a halt whenever he felt you were at the edge of your orgasm.

You were beyond frustrated. Your hips and thighs aching from being spread for so long. You almost considered saying your word, to make him stop to a halt. But it was a beautiful kind of torture. One which you wanted to end, but at the same time didn’t. You were too delirious to think.

“Oh” You let out a breathe when he pulled away from your core picking up his ringing phone from the coffee table.

“It’s Bucky” He said looking at the caller id. “here sweetheart” He handed the phone to you settling back between your legs. “Why don’t you answer him? Tell him we won’t be able to make it.” He said licking up a stripe against up your warm folds.

You whimpered but accepted the call. Beggars can’t be choosers. “He-llo” You stammered trying to stay silent. You weren’t that shameless.

“Oh y/n” He said obviously expecting to hear Steve’s voice. “Where are you both? What’s taking so long?” And you really tried to contain a moan by slapping a hand against your mouth, when Steve curled his fingers inside you, but it slipped out. “Are you okay?” He asked his voice laced with concern for you.

“Yeah. I just have a stomach bug. I’m sorry we can’t come Buck” you hissed.

“Eh. Don’t worry about it doll. I’ll come check in on you tomorrow. Get well –“

You hung up the phone before he could completely. Going limp as you felt your orgasm crashing over you. Seeing white spots in your vision. You felt as if you blacked out.

The next morning, or afternoon, you woke up late. Because your favorite guy kept you up till 4 in the morning. He was missing from your apartment. You decided to forego your shower since you had taken a long bath with him after he thoroughly fucked you.

You still felt the burn between your thighs, all your muscles sore as you worked on getting your coffee ready. You perked up when you saw Steve entering the kitchen and putting two paper bags on the counter. Hoping he got you some food you quickly sneaked a peek in them. Only to see the logos on the bags saying ‘gucci' and ‘prada'.

“Huh?” You asked confused as you looked into the.

He was just a bit offended that you went straight for the bags without even acknowledging him. But then he heard your stomach rumbling and chuckled. Maybe he should’ve picked up some donuts or macaroons for you.

He swatted your hands away. Opening the huge black box to reveal a lavender dress, adorned with pink roses stitched into its ruffles. He immediately thought of you when he saw it. It was made for you.

You squealed at the sight of it. Snatching it from his hands and hugging it close to you.

“I’m sorry about your dress princess.” He kissed your forehead. He was really sorry. He knew how much you liked your things. And as bratty as you can be, you were never wasteful with them.

So he pulled the cream colored box out of the gucci bag. “You need to have a purse to go along with it.” He said revealing a pink sling bag. Which matched the small pink roses on the dress.

And yes. You found other ways to thank him for the generous gifts.

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marvelfansince08love · 4 years

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Jealousy Sin

Word Count: 4397

Pairing: Lou Miller x Tammy x Reader - Established Poly Relationship

Prompts “You’re so pretty” “And you are drunk, darling”, “Wait, say that again”, “Go fuck yourself,” “How about you fuck me yourself, you coward?!”, “Come on now, dear. Let’s not torture her any longer”

Warning: NSFW 18+, bad smut writing lmao.

A/N; @existentialcrisiscat thank you for sending in this request and look just in time for your birthday tomorrow! I send you my best wishes and I hope you enjoy this early bday present, July babies are the best!

Thank you @imnotasuperhero for reading over this! Second attempt at poly smut so enjoy the mess lmao!

Permanent Tags: @waitingfortheendtocome @natasha-danvers

I do not own these pictures!

Prompts 14,16,20,39 “You know that the heart of a shrimp is located in its head and that a snail can sleep for 2 to 3 years continuously,” You excite, reciting from a ‘50 fun facts’ book Constance left lying around the lounge area of Lou’s apartment building. Your back against Tammy’s side with your legs stretched out on the sofa while she twirls a strand of your hair around her finger loosely peeking over to look at the ridiculous book. You hear Lou scoff from the open kitchen, making her way to where you are. She hands you both a glass of wine each before grabbing a hold of your ankles and lifting them up from the sofa so she can sit close to you; your legs now stretched out across her lap.

“That’s ridiculous babe. You read the weirdest stuff.” She teases, tickling your feet lightly making you squirm and yelp slightly at the sudden sensation making her eyes twinkle with mischief.

“Hey! It’s true, see!” You turn the book around for her to read.

“She’s right Lou. They are real facts,” Tammy defends teasing the older woman slightly, knowing that it’s usually you against them. You smile smugly at her as she snatches the book from you grumbling about ‘the mess that girl brings every time she’s round here’ making you and Tammy laugh. The back and forth exchange continues for some time as you all enjoy a rare peaceful night in; with another successful heist for the two woman and your new promotion underway, the lighthearted mood continues into the late night with loving kisses exchanged and sweet caresses as you all stumble into bed, tangled up in sheets and limbs as hot wet kisses are pressed on warm glistening skin.

Being with Lou and Tammy for the past six month has been the most wonderful ride you have ever been on and you never want it to stop.

Pure Paradise

Two weeks later

Over the past two weeks the little bubble you three had created started to show cracks leaving you feeling insecure and down right pissed off. You see, being with two women who lead a life of crime no matter how elegantly and successfully they do it, can be difficult. Their planning has to be precise with no page left unturned, if one thing goes wrong it could mean prison for them and no one wants that. They’ve only ran one big heist since you started dating but you were in your honeymoon phase with them back then, they could do no wrong in your eyes. The less frequent phone calls and texts were justified when the two women hung the moon in your mind:

‘It’s a big job they have. They need to focus and make sure it goes right, they still love and care for you the same, Y/N’. Debbie would remind you quietly away from the others, always aware and seeing behind the fake persona.

“You are not going out, Y/N. That’s final.” You stand in your black turtleneck dress and heels, arms crossed in defiance.

“Yes, I am. I’m celebrating my promotion with my colleagues whether you two like it or not.”

“Come on, darling. Stay with us we had this reservation booked for tonight for weeks,” Tammy pleads slightly a little confused by your decline. You usually love date nights, especially when it involves the two of them and food from your favourite restaurant.

“Why are you being like this Y/N? You’ve been distant the last week and a half and don’t think we haven’t noticed you sneaking out of our room in the middle of the night to sleep in the guest room.” You scoff at the word ‘our’.

‘It hasn’t been our room for the last two weeks’ You think spitefully.

“Why do you even care Lou! You and Tammy have been so busy with each other the past two weeks, you barely noticed me leave last week for TWO DAYS Lou. It took two days for either of you to message me and then when I am here you’re both hovering over building prints and potential crew members, I understand that this isn’t something I’m a part of but you could at least act like me not being a part of this doesn’t affect our relationship!” You shout aiming your anger at both women. While Tammy has the decency to look guilty and slightly apologetic, Lou’s face turns hard and cold.

“I’m sorry if our job has taken an importance over yours for once! We thought you understood what you were getting yourself into when we asked you to be a part of our lives Y/N, stop being a clingy brat and grow up.” Lou rages, her chest raising and falling heavily. Tammy takes a step forward to chastise Lou for her burst of anger but before she can intervene you hold up a hand indicating for Tammy to stop as you chuckle humorlessly with unushered tears, speechless. You shake your head in disbelief before grabbing your clutch and rushing for the door and heading into the night.

***

The bar is crowded, full of warm bodies pressed closely together as the dim blue lights glow over the dance floor. You feel the rush of alcohol swarm your mind making you dizzy as you sway lightly to the beat of the sound, you notice your phone illuminate with missed calls and worried texts from your significant others. Your pissed and upset state had quickly changed once you had hit your first bottle of wine and twirled around on the dance floor with your colleagues after some time and a few tequila shots later, the fight you had with them seems miles away. You feel funny and brave as you see Tammy’s name flash on your phone and press the green icon to answer.

“Well... hello gorgeous,” You flirt, your voice deep and slurred.

“Y/N? I can’t hear you much. Darling, please tell me where you are so I can come and get you and bring you home to us?” You scoff at that before stumbling towards the smoking area by the front of the club.

“Tam-Tam, I’m fine. Apparently I’m a brat and this is what brats do right?” You mock, hearing Lou sigh slightly in the background:

‘Is that her? Let me talk to her’ You hear Tammy hush her as if batting her hand away from the phone making you giggle.

Tammy has always been the calmer mediator between you and Lou.

‘You drive her crazy with your bratty ways Y/N’ Tam teased one evening her hand wrapped tightly around your waist as you shrugged in fake innocence while watching Lou struggle to contain herself from across the room at her makeshift bar where she stood with Rose and Debbie, you and Tammy knew that the dress you were wearing was a little on the short side and showed your chest off beautifully driving them both wild, especially Lou.

“Baby you know she didn’t mean it… you know how hot headed she can get,” Tammy murmurs, bringing an offended ‘hey’ out of Lou in the background. You roll your eyes and huff, knowing how right she is.

“Why don’t you tell me where you are darling? We miss you,” Tammy confesses softly, making your heart flutter slightly. But with dutch courage in your system, you simply roll your eyes.

“Well it doesn’t feel like you have missed me at all,” You murmur, leaning heavily against the wall of the club watching the nightlife before you.

“You know that's not true and I’m only going to ask you this one more time Y/N. Where are you?”

“Eye spy with my little eye, something being with L.” You giggle at your attempt of humour giggling loudly as Tammy huffs on the other side of the phone.

“Hilarious babe, really.”

“You're supposed to say Lamppost,silly!” You exclaim, hiccuping in between your sentence making you giggle once more.

“I’m coming to get you,” Tammy states, you can hear her moving around as if gathering her keys and heading for the door but not before hearing her and Lou argue about who’s going to get you. You sigh in defeat, knowing you have had far too much to drink and secretly want to go home so you can wrap yourself up in their warmth.

“I’m at Russo’s.” You mumble, sulking in defeat before hanging up. Your colleague Matt pops his head out of the door scanning the smoking area, looking for you. He sees you and waves before striding over.

“Hey Y/N! Come back inside, Lucy is bringing another round to the table. We’re celebrating in style tonight sweetheart.” You cringe subtly at the pet name before smiling weakly at him.

“I’m actually waiting for my ride. I think I’ve reached my limit for the night.” You try to joke making him laugh a little too much, he steps closer to you and leans against the wall next to you as he lights a cigarette before offering you one. You shake your head in decline before scanning the street hoping to see Tammy’s ‘soccer mom’ car.

“You look amazing tonight, by the way. Those two women sure are lucky.” Matt compliments, his eyes scanning you from head to toe lingering too long on your chest making you wrap your leather jacket around you, hiding from his lustful look. You step back to try and put some distance between you.

“Oh uh, thank you and if anyone should be the lucky one it’s definitely me.” You state trying to put the point across.

Fuck off!

“Have you ever thought of expanding this ‘little relationship’ to four people or is it a women’s only type of thing?” You gape at him in disgust as he shrugs his shoulders and smiles cheekily thinking he’s being charming. Before you can retaliate you feel a strong arm wrap around you from behind, making you smile slightly knowing that familiar pull of electricity.

“We are perfectly happy with the three of us Mr.Lawson, if you would kindly remove yourself away from my girlfriend before I send you back in there with an even higher pitched voice than before that would be much appreciated,” Tammy suggests, her voice hard and commanding making you shiver slightly at her authoritative tone. She stands tall in her heels, putting herself slightly in front of you, blocking his view of you. You watch as he gulps and stutters over his words, his face red in embarrassment as he stumbles an apology before heading back inside. You go to tease her about throwing her top energy around like that in front of others outside of the bedroom but her face shows that she’s in no laughing mood, you throw her your most doe eyed look making her sigh in defeat; never being able to stay mad at you.

“Come on baby, let’s get you home.” She mutters into your ear as she pulls you closer to her side while guiding you over towards her car.

You fumble around trying to get comfortable in the seat, once situated you relax against the warm seat as it heats up around you making you sigh contently. You lean your head to the side and face Tammy, taking in her soft features and full lips as the street lights hit her side profile making her look like an angel.

“You’re so pretty,” You mumble to her, as you brush a finger across her cheek lightly and tuck a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear.

“And you are drunk, darling,” She teases back dismissively, although her soft smile and tinge of pink on her cheeks shows how affected she is by your statement. You grin lazily at her as you feel sleep succumb bringing you into darkness.

***

You wake by the sound of Tammy’s whispering voice coaxing you awake.

“Come on darling, you need to wake up. You can’t stay in here all night,” She whispers, shaking you slightly.

“5 more minutes, mom.” You mumble, turning away from her making her laugh out loud which causes you to wake, eyes wide at your slip up.

“Wait, say that again.” She asks, subtly getting her phone out.

“You better put that phone away Tammy or I’m going to stay with Debbie for the night.” You threaten, knowing how jealous her and Lou get whenever Debbie flirts with you to tease her best friends; which you are more than happy to go along with. She scowls playfully.

“Fine fine, come on then, you lightweight. We better get in before Lou sends out a search party for the both of us.” She murmurs, climbing out of her side and walking around to help you out of the car. You frown suddenly realising that it was only Tammy who came to get you.

“Is she still really mad at me?” You ask sadly, starting to sober up slightly and relaying the fight from earlier in your head.

Tammy helps you out of the vehicle and wraps an arm around your waist before giving you a reassurance kiss on your temple.

“Yes… but not as pissed off as she was earlier on. She… we both know we’ve been rather neglectful of you lately and we promise to make it up to you.” She confesses, her eyes showing how sorry she is.

“I’m sorry for acting out like I did… I know how important it is to make sure the job runs smoothly, I should have been more understanding. I’m sorry Tam-Tam.’ You apologise, pecking her cheek lightly.

You both walk steadily through the front door but stop in your tracks when you notice Lou sitting casually on one of the single chairs in the living room area, her legs spread wide in her black suit pants and white open button shirt revealing a peek of her black bra making you and Tammy gulp.

“Lou I..” She holds her hand up, silencing your apology.

“Did he touch you?” You frown in confusion not fully understanding her meaning.

“Who?”

“That guy from work, did he touch you?”

“How do you know about th-”

“Nine-ball,” you all say in unison, although Lou and Tammy’s casual tone in answer contrasting with your pissed off one doesn’t go unnoticed by either woman.

“You were checking up on me through the security cameras!? Nice to know that not only am I a selfish brat, I'm also an unloyal one,” You snap towards them both as Tammy reaches for your hand, making you step back.

“You know that’s not the reason, love. We didn’t know where you were, we needed to make sure you were safe,” Lou reasons for them both while Tammy nods in agreement, moving towards the middle space between you and Lou.

“Oh because you care so much, fuck you both and your possessive asses.” You snapped in reply.

“Trust me, you haven’t seen me possessive yet sweetheart.” She says cockily as Tammy hums in agreement, clearly staying mutual within this argument you think sarcastically.

“Well maybe I should go back out there and find him then, let’s see the real Tammy and Lou.“ You taunt, watching as both Tammy and Lou’s eyes flash dark, making your confident smug attitude flutter slightly.

“Go fuck yourself,” Lou spats clearing hitting a nerve, making you retaliate.

“How about you fuck me yourself, you coward?!” You fight back, not realising that during your heated argument Tammy had slowly made her way behind you. You watch as Lou’s tense figure deflates. Her crystal blues flash with lust, swallowing quietly knowing that look all too well; the look that haunts your wet dreams whenever you’re apart from them.

“Is that what you want Y/N, you want us to show you who you belong to?” Lou questions grinning slightly, knowing that's exactly what you want while standing from the chair and stalking over towards you. She rolls up her sleeves slowly revealing the tattoos on her forearm as Tammy stands behind you placing her hands on either side of your hip keeping you in place, smirking knowingly. You shiver in anticipation, loving when they both take control over you.

“I dunno Lou. Do you think she deserves it after the stunt she’s pulled tonight?” Tammy questions Lou as if you weren’t trapped between the two women as Lou creeps dangerously closer, you bite your lip trying to hold back a moan as you feel Tammy’s wet tongue trace the shell of your ear. You watch as those blue eyes grow darker as they follow the direction of Tammy’s tongue carefully. Lou presses her front against your own; chest to chest, her nose brushing over yours before moving over your cheekbone and towards your ear, you watch from the corner of your eye as Tammy and Lou share a heated kiss over your shoulder making you groan loudly. This seems to draw their attention away from each other, their matching grins doing nothing to help the creeping wave of pleasure that ignites deep within your core.

“Oh look Tam, it seems our darling girl wants our attention. Do you think we should give it to her?”

‘Yes!’ You scream internally. Tammy laughs and takes sympathy to your doe-eyed expression gently cupping your face and turning you slightly towards her so she can place a chaste kiss on your lips.

“I think we should... Besides we owe her an apology, I’m sure we can make it up to her.” Tammy mutters between placing quick wet kisses along the side of your jaw and neck. With that Lou swoops in and lifts you over her shoulder making you yelp out loud causing Tammy to giggle at her girlfriend’s actions before she slaps your ass and shushes you while she races ahead up the stairs, her hips swaying showing Lou her plump behind. You hear Lou growl low at Tammy’s teasing demeanor as she follows slowly after her up the stairs mindful of you being over her shoulder.

“Oh, am I just some sort of slave that you can carry around, you caveman?” You accuse, earning you a slap on the ass.

“Ow! Watch it Miller. You know how tender my ass is,”

“And I can’t wait to see that gorgeous ass all red on our bed, baby.” You squirm at that making Lou chuckle.

She carries you into your shared bedroom before slowly lowering you down making you brush fronts as your feet touch the ground. She places a tender kiss to your mouth before looking over your shoulder and grinning, her eyes filled with glee and admiration. You turn around to face the bed, understanding Lou’s expression. Sitting upright against the headboard on top of satin sheets wearing a black lingerie babydoll set is Tammy. You lick your lips at the sight of her, drinking her in.

“Did you have this on underneath those ‘mom’ clothes?” You tease, watching her roll her eyes at your poorly timed humor, loving it nevertheless. Her smirk confirms your suspicions. You watch as she slowly makes her way towards you both crawling on her hands and knees until she reaches the bottom of the bed, she kneels tall and beckons you both closer. You follow her call like a pirate to a siren as you are about to touch her, Lou wraps an arm around you, her chin against your shoulder.

“You are far too overdressed,” she whispers huskily into your ear, as she slowly unzips the back of your dress letting it fall to the floor in a heap before placing sweet kisses along your shoulder blades and spanking your ass hard. You close your eyes at the sensation and the feeling of cold air hitting against your warm skin, you feel a second pair of hands skim over your front tracing light touches across your chest before wrapping gently around your neck pulling your forward an inch as full luscious lips meet your own making you both moan in unison. You open your eyes and meet deep brown pools so full of love and passion.

“Now, who's the one overdressed?” You tease making Tammy smirk mischievously before you both draw your attention to Lou who has left staggered marks along your neck and shoulder. She pulls away slightly and smirks as she unfastens the buttons of her dress shirt, you crotch in front of her and yank her suit trousers down in one sweep letting her step of them, you kiss your way back up her body while Tammy pushes her shirt off her shoulders, leaving us all equally in some state of undressed. Tammy grabs hold of your hand and pulls you towards the bed letting you fall onto your back as she crawls to lie beside you leaving trails of kisses up your body, you eye Lou who stands tall and confident at the foot of the bed in just her briefs; her bra now discarded into the pile of clothes on the floor. She slowly makes her way onto the bed as she licks, bites and kisses her way up your leg towards your inner thigh making you moan and clench slightly.

“You can only cum if one of us says okay baby girl.” Tammy commands softly into your ear, you whimper and nod your head in agreement as Lou pulls your panties down your leg before placing a light kiss against your wet heat making you shudder at the sensitive flesh. Before you could catch your breath Lou dives her tongue deep into your entrance, fucking you with her tongue as Tammy wraps her mouth around your sensitive nipple biting gently, making you moan out loud with pleasure. They both continue their tongue motion over and over again making your body hot and wet with need for release but with Tammy’s words swirling around in your head, you hold off from releasing your pleasure. Lou slowly removes her tongue from your wet folds and presses a kiss on your clit before soaring forward to Tammy and kissing her hard and clumsily letting her tongue tangle with hers, they both moan enjoying the taste of you. You lick your lips at the raw sight of them both above you and whine for their attention as they both look back towards you once again.

“Come on now. Dear. Let’s not torture her any longer,” Tammy teases, pulling away from Lou’s lips.

Lou moves to your other side and lets her tongue skim across your bottom lip before pressing her pale lips more firmly against your own, you feel another pair of lips on your own; the taste of vanilla lingers on your mouth knowing Tammy has joined you both in the fight for dominance as tongues tangle and clash together. You pull apart slowly savouring the moment before Tammy moves south towards your legs, wrapping her delicate hands around your ankles and pulling you further down the bed slightly. You frown in confusion before realising she was making room for Lou to sit comfortably above you with her thighs on either side of your face, you can see her arousal from above you making you whimper in want, licking your lips eagerly. You can practically hear the smirk in her voice:

“Always so eager baby,” she teases, lowering herself a little bit more towards your awaiting mouth. You flick the tip of your tongue over her clit making her squirm and gasp you grin smugly knowing exactly where she likes it the most before taking the sensitive bundle of nerves between your teeth and wrapping your mouth around it, sucking hard. Your mouth releases her clit momentarily as you gasp at the feeling of two cold fingers filling your entrance and curling, hitting your most sensitive spot making you cry out as Tammy picks up her pace.

“So wet and needy tonight darling.” She mutters before diving between your legs and taking your clit into her mouth. You feel Lou’s thighs tighten a fraction around your head making you refocus back onto the enjoyable task of making Lou come. You all continue to rile each other up, picking up your pace, thrusting your tongue deeper into her heat as you grind your hips further onto Tammy’s fingers. Tammy moans as she moves to sit in between your thigh as you bend your knee just enough to add pressure against her wet folds allowing her to grind herself against your bare skin, you bring your thumb over to her clit rubbing the sensitive nerves hard making her moan loudly. The room fills with loud cries of passion as desperate bodies continue to thrust against one another, the knot in your stomach begins to become tighter, you squint your eyes trying to hold off your orgasm.

“Come for us baby, I want to hear you scream.” Lou breathes above you as she grinds hard one more time before allowing her own release. Lou removes herself from above you and lies lazily on her side facing you both, rubbing her fingers over her heat while she watches you and Tammy continue to grind roughly against one another; your fingers working faster and deeper as you both throw your head back in pure ecstasy letting yourself ride out your orgasm on Tammy’s fingers. Tammy collapses against your glistening skin leaning her head against your shoulder as you brush your fingertips softly against her back making her purr ever so slightly. Lou moves from her position and sits upright against the headboard gesturing for you both to join her, Tammy removes herself from your lap as you crawl over to Lou’s awaiting arms and curl into her side. Tammy moves to your other side and drapes an arm over your waist resting her hand gently on Lou’s hip, brushing her thumb back and forth; resting her forehead between your shoulder blades. You feel Tammy’s warm breath against your glistening skin as she speaks softly.

“You belong with us Y/N. Don’t ever think we don’t love you or want you...we wouldn’t be us without you” With that said, she presses a light kiss to your back while Lou hums in agreement pulling you closer, her arm reaching across locking you in between their embrace, you smile cheekily.

“So does this mean I’m still a brat?”

A slight pinch to your hip bone is your only reply.

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