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americaswritings · 5 months

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Voices of Roses and Ruin

Warnings: Psychological torture, manipulation, Coriolanus being himself

Summary: Coriolanus is forced to watch the gamemaker use his voice against you in the arena.

Words: around 2k

Pairing: Young Coriolanus Snow x reader

A/N: I watched TBOSAS yesterday and yeah don't judge me but young Snow is hot and I shipped him and Lucy Gray a lot (until it all went downhill cough cough). Obviously he's horrible and does many unspeakable things later (!!!). But I think the idea of a love story between a mentor and their tribute has so much potential and when I saw the birds in the film I thought of this idea.

This is written from Coriolanus perspective (I haven't read the book yet. I just bought it and I'm so excited to read it!). I obviously wanted this to be about real feelings, but I tried to stay true to his character so there are some 'questionable' and alarming thoughts and motifs in here.

Can be read as Lucy Gray x Coriolanus Snow here

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Coriolanus had thought watching you in the arena, alone and scared, hiding from a pack of murders that were hunting for your life was among the worst things he had ever gone through, but nothing could have prepared him for the Gamemaker’s new horrendous plan.

He was tired, just as you were, but refused to go home like most students had done. Instead his head was resting in his hand as he kept watching your sleeping form, as if he could protect you if he just kept his eyes on the screen and on the lookout for a potential threat.

He wouldn’t be able to do anything for you, if the pack of murders found you. He couldn’t warn you or give you advice.

All he could do was sit here and watch and he found himself thinking if this was not the worst torture of them all; being trapped here while you were out there and all he could do was watch.

You were trembling in your sleep, if from the cold or fear he didn’t know, but he kept his expression carefully guarded as he felt his own heart breaking bits by bits.

Even there covered in dirt, with your hair a wild mess and your clothes strained with mud you looked breathtaking to him.

You were pretty, there was no denying that. Everyone else saw it too. He saw it in the way heads turned for you, men‘s eyes raking over your body like you were theirs to take.

He hated it, every part of it.

They all deserved to die.

But it wasn’t your looks that had drawn his attention to you. What had fascinated him. He liked to think he wasn‘t shallow like most people and blinded by pretty things.

No, what has drawn him to you was the way you carried yourself. The confidence you wore like an amour. Yet you were breakable at the same time.

You seemed to be made up of duality; strong but so weak, fierce but uncertain, opinionated but withdrawn, stubborn but helpless.

You were a dangerous little thing and a petite fragile flower at once. Drawing all eyes on you but forgotten due to your ordinariness by most after a moment.

Not by him though. To him you could never be ordinary.

It was frustrating and captivating and alluring.

Naturally, his constant worry for you since you had entered the arena stemmed from his will to get the scholarship. It was what he deserved and he would claim it.

Tht was why he was so engaged in saving you, not because of the deep unease he felt when he saw you in that arena, your eyes drifting around frantically until they passed a camera and he could have sworn they had locked on his for a moment.

It had nothing to do with the way his whole body seemed to light up when you smiled or the invisible pull he felt towards you when you were in the same room as him.

He definitely didn’t want to kiss you and he didn’t dream about you since the reaping, when his eyes had fallen on you for the first time and he had only thought one thing: You’re mine now.

Mine to claim, to showcase, to protect.

He had gone into the mentorship thinking he would use you to serve him and his purpose of getting what he deserved, but as he watched you now, still rooted in his chair although a deep exhaustion weighted down his body, he knew he was serving you.

Being here with you every second of the way. Vowing to protect you. Whatever it took.

You awoke from your restless sleep right before the screaming started. In an instant you were up, your eyes widened in panic as you gazed around, trying to locate the source. With the rest of the students that had stayed Coriolanus flinched in his seat, leaning forward to try and help you figure this out.

As quickly as it had started the screaming stopped and for a moment you were one, both breathing and blinking heavily as your mind tried to make sense of what happened.

And then he heard a voice. His voice. “Follow me.”

He forgot to breathe for a moment as he stared at what was happening in pure shock. You seemed just as confused, turning around in circles as you tried to find him there.

„Coriolanus?”, you whispered and took a step forward, towards the voice. “Follow me”, it whispered again and he watched you do.

No, no, no.

Around him he heard chuckles from the other students, but he drowned them out. All he could focus on was you, following his voice through the darkness. “Where are you?”, you hissed, your eyes darting around. “Why are you here?”

“I’m here for you.”

He sank lower in his seat, wishing himself somewhere else. It wasn’t him saying the words, obviously, but it was his voice and everyone could hear it, see you follow it.

He hoped people would laugh about you. About your nativity and the brilliant idea of the gamemaker to use your mentors voice against you. Hell, he didn’t even care, if they thought you might have a silly little crush on him and the gamemaker used it against you.

Because if people knew the whole truth, he couldn’t imagine the catastrophe that would follow.

The truth that there was something between the two of you, the mentor and the tribute. That it was something he couldn’t explain, but had let him do dangerous things. Break rules. Forget himself.

The truth that this might not be him speaking those words now, but that he had spoken them to you once. Had they been listening all this time?

His stomach twist in terror as he tried to remember all you had shared with each other, all he had said to you. Promised you.

It would ruin him.

“I can’t see you”, you whispered now, being led further into darkness.

Damn it, think! He wanted to yell at you. It’s not me. I’m not there.

There was no reason for him to be there.

Except…there was.

“I’m here to see you. I won’t let anything happen to you!”

“How cute”, one girl hissed in his ear, but he remained stoic. “She’s as dumb as they come”, another said and he wanted to punch her. Enjoy the feeling of triumph when she looked at him in horror and didn’t dare open her mouth again.

“Looks like you’re guiding her straight to her own death. How ironic.”

And it was ironic.

Maybe in his attempt to protect you, save you, all he had done was ruined your one chance.

All he had said to you to make you trust him and then because he hadn’t been able to stop himself were used against you now and all he could do was watch. Keeping his face carefully blank he shut out their voices. They didn’t matter.

Finally he saw you hesitate. Maybe you had remembered his exact words or maybe you realized that you weren’t getting anywhere. That if it truly was him he would have just stepped out of the shadows and shown his face. “Is this real?”

Oh how funny it was to the people around him. He hated them all. Every single one.

Your words hit a mark. They pierced right through his heart, because he had said them to you. Whispered them. Before your farewell, when he had visited you one last time.

Your faces had only been separated by a few inches and he had fought the urge to kiss you right there and then. But he couldn’t.

Because of everything, but also because it felt too much like goodbye. It was stupid, but if he didn’t give into the temptation then, a part of him hoped it meant you would come back to him.

That your chapter wasn’t over, your story just starting. He would kiss you when you won. When there was a chance for a future with you.

Still those words had escaped his mouth, like he needed the reassurance that you felt the same way. That this meant something, so much that it was worth the risk.

Coriolanus leaned forward in his seat, hope blossoming in his chest. He didn’t know why whatever game they were playing with you hadn’t affected the other tributes yet, but he was sure their time would come.

And right now it seemed you wouldn’t fall for their tricks. Because there could come no answer to your question, as he had been the one asking it.

But he had underestimated the gamemakers.

Instead of a reply there came a scream and then a groan. “Coriolanus?” “Help me!”, he heard himself yelp. What?! He had never sounded like that.

But then flashes came back to him. The bombs. How the arena had collapsed, almost burying him alive. He would have died there, if it hadn’t been for you.

You had saved him.

But how in the hell did they get his voice now?!

“Coriolanus!”

Gone was the glimpse of hesitance and suspicion and you began sprinting into the direction the voice was coming from.

No!

He watched with dread as you ran directly towards the sound. It’s not real, he whispered, knowing you couldn’t hear him but desperately hoping somehow his words would reach you.

When you stumbled upon a clearing you jerked to a stop, twisting and turning, your gaze furiously searching for something.

“Coriolanus! Tell me where you are!” But he could only hear his own painful screams, in between pleading for your help. Sounds he was certain he had never made.

What was this?

With a stab of pain he saw your face was tearstained. You were crying. For him. For someone from the capitol.

Was this what the gamemaker wanted?

Whatever you did or said would never matter again.

All everyone would see when they looked at you now was the broken girl in a dark forest, all alone and desperate and crying for a man she never stood a chance with.

A man who knew hunger just as you did, who in a way fought for survival every day too. But they would never see that, because unlike you he wouldn’t let them. Where you had no choice, he still had one. And he was watching that one chance crumble in front of him.

Flashes of a better life filled his mind.

A house. Plates of food. Tigris smiling. His uniform, a real one made from the finest materials hanging draped neatly over a chair. Laughter echoing through the corridors and then a flash of your face as you stepped into the room, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you leaned over the desk to peek a look at what he was working on.

It was the life they deserved, he deserved, if he got the scholarship. But you were there too. Alive and well, just as breathtaking. And you were his.

There had never been the choice between the scholarship and you, because they were one. Your life was connected to it and so his was to yours.

But now he could loose both and he felt the agony of that thought travel through his whole body.

The screaming seemed to be everywhere and he watched helplessly as you bent forward, covering your ears. All he wanted was to get the screaming to stop, wrap his arms around you and tell you everything was okay.

Instead he forced a neutral expression on his face, as if seeing you break didn’t break him the same way and pray for this hell to end.

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yumenosakiacademy · 2 years

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i set my tablet on the side of my bed 4 a min instead of the wooden cubby bside my bed n it slipped off n landed screen down on the floor in the shoe hiding place (not as bad as it sounds bc im in a dog bed not a tall Bed bed, but still not Good) n i feel like theres another long crack or 2 on my screen now but i cant tell if its tht or im misremembering ngl :[

edit: i think the lighter cracks r new 1s... shit :( edit2: ...yea i think the long cracks in the middle r new bc they feel like nuisances which i didnt feel b4

#idk if it helped but the shoe hiding place has a paper towel covering most of the wood floor... in tht lil area of space....#like i remember thinking 'most of the scratches r 2 the left n right' but theres 2 long scratches going thru the middle sction.. but 'most'#isnt 'all' so idk if i had thought 'all' not 'most' or if these r new 1s or what.. my memory is genuinely failing me #these feel new tho.. but idk if im jus now talking more intense notice of said 2 cracks buc theyre brought 2 my forefront attention or what.#most of my other cracks r noteworthy bc theyre attached 2 clusters or areas of cracks tht connect 2 the white part of my tablet so #edit: 2 of these cracks r lighter than the rest.. 1 of them is 1 of the middle cracks i just mentioned another 1 offshoots from it. hm.#like some r more inset but these r v light. i hav 2 Rly concentrate 2 even see it on the white part of the tablet #*taking #delete later

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tallprinxess · 8 months

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Depressed & needy Geto. +18

content: ¿cnc? smut, downgrading, bit of bdsm and spanking, <3 all tht fun stuff! 『my first time writing, this has been in my drafts for months(;_;)』. ꨄ reposts r rlly appreciated ꨄ

Geto returned from one of his 'mission’ feeling down, thinking he has no control or power over anything.. until he remembers he has you.

his mind and thoughts were elsewhere, he didn't think to go out of his way to call or see you. such an insignificant monkey wasting his time. 'why bother with her?" he thought to himself that morning.

on the other hand, you didn't even think too much into the amount of time he hadn't called you for. maybe he was just way more busy than usual. so you carried on w/ yourself that day, walking down the strip mall with some friends, you catch a glimpse of a familiar figure across the street.. Geto talking to a brown haired girl. confused.. staring at him, jealousy flickers across your face before your friends rushed you off into a store w/ them..

‘wonder if he saw me..' you thought to yourself..

course he saw you. he wasn't expecting to. he didn’t.. want to…

CREAK

later that night you swiftly turn your head to face your apartment window. breaking your thoughts as someone creeps in, immediately recognizing the figure.

"G-geto?" you questioned, eyebrow slightly raised looking at him stepping through your window unannounced. he was dressed in a grey tee casual black pants and a belt..? he doesn't usually wear belts.

"a-ah, scared me..” you sighed, rubbing the remaining cream into your thigh.

“Seriously you can't keep popping into my window like that, Geto. you don’t even text or-" before you could finish, a big strong hand slowly covered your mouth, the width of it reaching from one side of your soft jaw to the other, clamping w/ a grip.

"talk 't much." Geto sighed, his voice low.

your body tensed a bit, slowly looking back up at him. as he gives no time to react, pulling you up off your bed by the small of your jaw, his grip demanding. forced to meet his tall figure. dark purple eyes that lazily bore into yours as your gaze flickered across his darken features, long loose hair framing his face. emotions evident in his eyes.

"take off 'ur clothes fa me, pretty ." he interrupted in a low, deep tone as his rough hand slowly moved from your mouth, brushing his thumb over your plump bottom lip.

"Geto.." you barely breath out. “t—take off my clothes?..i don't under-"

‘HHHhh’ Geto sighed loudly, yanking his hand from your face. now rubbing his fingers over his eyes, frustration evident as he spoke.

"-didn't fucken stutter bro. you heard me." he spat back, still rubbing his eyes. clearly he didn't have his emotions in check. there was no room for arguing here, its not like you never gotten naked for him before. with slow shaky hands, you slid your pj shorts off, letting them hit on the floor then slowly pulling the bottom of your white pj top up-

“tsk.” Geto groaned, clicking his tongue reaching for the middle of your top ripping the fabric and binds in one motion. you invariably jerk away, covering up but that swiftly changes as he grasp your wrist. lifting his grey tee w/ the other hand biting it up as he grabs his belt gripping and yanking it off. what’s he gonna do w/ the belt?

“wanna see this pretty little body squirming under me.” he mumbles, his big hand still on your wrist bringing it to your back, forcing you onto your bed face first as he ties your small wrists together with his belt… oh.. that’s why he wore a belt, jus for you <3.

looking back at him as he binds your arms “ok ok, look g-geto.. you can talk to me. something is clearly wrong with yo—”

“EEKK-”

“i said you talk to much…like it better when those noises come out.” you couldn’t even process his words as another slap to the same cheek comes to your ass. “MMMHH” bitting the bed, your back jerks a deeper arch.

you can’t think to breath when he sends another slap to the soft flesh of your ass, griping and kneading into it. your pretty little head jolting up then back into your bed, bitting your sheets. the skin of your ass hot and red from his hand prints.

“fuckkk babygirl, wet already for me? put that arch higher. lemme see it.” Geto groans, griping your other cheek, lifting your ass higher then spreading your wet folds apart w/ his thick fingers. “ha.. if i would ‘ave known you were such a slut for a lil bit of spanking, trust i would have been fuckin done it.” he mumbles still spreading you open, looking at the pink he was finna fuck into. he was so right, yea, something was definitely wrong w/ him but.. shit.. this was turning you on sooo much. tilting your head back a little to meet his gaze, lashes trickled with tiny tears. his eyes looking from your pussy to you. he couldn’t help but grin.

“oh come on, don’t look at me like that love. you wanna make me feel better, hm? you wanna make me happy right?” he asked still kneading into your soft red cheek, that cute ass grin on his face that he knows will get you to do anything for him. you nod of course.. fuck, he just looked so needy and alone. he looked back to your wet cunt, still spreading your folds.

“Good girl.” he purred.

“ion think you need prepping. i mean, you know my shape and size yes?” Geto simply said, pulling his pants down bitting the bottom of his tee, pulling it up again. clearly he was trying to convince himself because you were always tight, especially when he couldn’t come see you for days. but today he didn’t care about your comfort, you were going to ultimately enjoy that dick like you always do.

“a—ah.. geto wait you can’t jus—ahhhh~” your mouth melted into a ‘0’ shape as he slowly slid his fat tip into your tight, gummy walls. his hand gripping the hot flesh of your ass. you were expecting him to fuck right into you but no. he wanted to take his time, to see his shit going in and out.

“fuckkkkkk~” Geto moaned as he stroked into you, head tilting up, his purple eyes rolling back. “yea, missed this pussy right here. shit got me feeling better already.” he barely mumbled out as his strokes got deeper, he fuckin loved watching his length disappear and reappear from inside you. coated in cream already. your walls slowly adjusting to his size again but your brain couldn’t. since your hands were still tied to the back with his belt, you were forced to take his length in full with nothing to grab or hold. moans and gasp rolling off you lips. the only thing you could do was push at his lower belly, hoping that could at least give you some room to move but baby that only made it worst.

“oh uh uh,” Geto breathes, shaking his head slightly then griping your bound wrists with one hand. “you gon take what i give. no runnin.” now pulling at your wrist, leaning back some as he fucked deeper inside. FAP FAP the noises your cunt was making for him bro... those sweet wet scrunching sounds… your ass bounced and recoiled off his pelvis, stretched out juices connecting the two of you. “f-fuck baby you’re so deep, Ahhh~” you whined, throwing ur head back lookin him in his narrow eyes. his shit was deep, hitting that spot he hadn’t hit in days.

“mhm, jus like that babygirl. take it. make me feel better.” he mumbled, bitting his lip.

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bylertruther · 9 months

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i respect the "mike would take the bug outside" believers, but personally i think tht mike would get them with the same swiftness he almost got dart with in s2. just grabs the nearest object and neutralizes the target with it immediately, then stares at the bug guts on the cover of his book or whatever like "oh. 😳 maybe i should've grabbed something else... heheh... 😅"

#will is like miiiiiiike there's a-- (mike has already neutralized the intruder before he can even finish tht sentence)#very much the type of guy tht gets one of those salt gun things n feels like a spy with it. leans against the doorframe n #looks down at will n pushes up his glasses like ''the name's wheeler. mike wheeler. 😎''#byler hc #byler #mine

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leviathans-watching · 2 years

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I SEE REQs ARE OPEN!! 👁️

how about mc/reader tries secretly doing something helpful (can be anything) for the brothers when they think they're sleeping, but they're actually awake??? AND/OR VICE VERSA WOULD BE REALLY COOL TOO!! i'm not sure if it's already been done but, if not, it'd be cool to see you write it!

caring for the older bros while they're 'asleep'

includes: lucifer, mammon, levi x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .6k | rated g | m.list

a/n: ugh THIS WAS SO ADORABLE i hope you enjoy!! ty for requesting! my inbox is open to chat, leave feedback, or request, so come say hi!!

i like reblogs btw,, if u even care tht is </3

lucifer hears you come in but can’t summon the energy to open his eyes, on the verge of falling asleep. you still, presumably seeing him, and he waits to see what you’ll do next. you begin moving again, noticeably quieter, and after a few moments of rustling, he feels you walk over to the bed. you stand there for a long moment, then pull the covers up over him, smoothing them across his shoulders. your hand touches his cheek, feathery light, and when it pulls back, he mourns its loss.

fondness explodes in his chest, warmth spreading between his ribs. when was the last time he was cared for like this? without the expectation for anything in return, without the need for a response?

…the only times he can remember are other moments with you.

you circle the bed, sliding into your spot next to him, movements gentle. you slot yourself against his side, and lucifer can’t resist the urge to wrap his arm around you, pulling you even closer.

mammon has his face pressed into the pillow when you knock on his door, and rolling over just seems like too much effort. he stays where he is and hears you close the door behind you, moving further into his room. you set some stuff down, probably your bag, doing your best to be quiet.

“oh, he’s asleep,” you whisper to yourself, barely audible. mammon really isn’t but he’s close enough that waking back up fully sounds too hard.

you mess around for a few minutes more, and mammon’s curiosity piques at the noises. when you enter his attached bathroom, he rolls over, opening his eyes a crack so he can see what you were doing.

when he’d laid down his desk was a mess of papers, clothes, and other junk, but now it’s neat, clothes folded on the chair and papers in stacks. the action is small, seemingly almost habitual to you, but to mammon, it means the world. he always says how much he loves the big gestures, and really, he does, but something about the small, domestic moments really get to him too.

levi wakes up when you open the door, but doesn't open his eyes, still half-dazed. your footsteps stop for a moment, then pick up again. the tv shuts off, assumedly due to you, and he hears his door being closed fully.

he can tell by the illumination behind his eyelids that you turn on his nightlight - levi rarely sleeps in complete darkness - and the fact that your remembered is super touching. he really lucked out with you!

you walk to his bed and levi feels the covers getting adjusted. you gently pull his forgotten handheld gaming console from under his arm, setting it aside, then smooth his hair down, combing the strands back. levi sighs under your touch, and after a long moment, you move away, much to his disappointment.

disappointment that doesn’t last long, since you return, crawling in bed next to him. how lucky he is, to have such an awesome and loving person in his life. he needs to tell you that more often! you always do nice things for him, and while he doesn’t say it, he really appreciates it.

you settle in easily, and heart warm, levi falls back asleep quickly.

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hvman-scvm · 4 months

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Hi, I heard you were taking requests. Do you write for Krüeger (cod) by any chance? If so, do you have any headcannons Yandere Krüeger x male military reader and how such a relationship might work out?

I do !! :) I didn’t mean 4 this 2 b so short but studying squeezed all the creativity out my brain

!! CW ;; typical yandere stuff, krueger is a bit manipulative, I went by the traditional / og meaning of yandere !!

🔪— yandere ! Krueger who, unlike lots of other yanderes, needed some time for his obsession to flow. It started when your units were sent on a mission 2gether and naturally, he gravitated 2wards the unit’s leader; you.

🔪— he treats you like you belong to him, even if you aren’t in a romantic relationship yet, because he decided you belong to him the moment he felt the nauseating feeling of lovesickness in his guts.

🔪— a relationship would b so hard because of your busy schedules, and he despises it. He’s highly considered kidnapping you but paranoia crept up on him, making him worry abt all the possibilities of you getting hurt while he’s away on deployment.

🔪— he’s always hovering over you when he can, scaring away any potential recruits tht might get a little too brave w you. And even if they did, this sets a target on their head.

🔪— he’s a very straightforward man, and he straight up told you how he felt; no matter if you accept or not, you’re his. This man is not afraid 2 lyk tht he’ll kill 4 you (and he prob did)

🔪— can b cruel and manipulative; lovebombing you, feeding you paranoid thoughts tht others are after you and only he is capable of protecting you, gaslighting you in2 thinking tht his obsession is your fault. But he won’t hurt you physically, you aren’t one of his enemies, you don’t deserve tht. Unless, yk, you like being hurt then he’s more than happy 2 oblige.

🔪— if you accept his love, as intense and insane it is, it wld b easier 4 you then if you didn’t; he’s not afraid 2 use force. You will love him. Doesn’t matter how much manipulation he has to use, or how many rivals he has 2 kill, he will have you. And by openly accepting him before it gets to tht point, you spare yourself a whole psychological battle between you and him.

🔪— not the jealous type, but he’s extremely possessive, and is very open about it.

🔪— like I said in one of the previous HCs, a relationship w him wld b hard bcuz of you two’s job. He’s alway sending you letters tht may or may not b stained w some blood whenever one or the both of you are deployed, and expects you 2 send letters back giving exact details on yourself, like your location and mental being, etc.

🔪— once both of you are free, he makes you cuddle w him. Like, bro just wraps his strong ass arms around you and keeps you in place so tht you can’t move a muscle.

🔪— it’s a possibility tht he’d use trackers on you, especially since he can’t keep an eye on you w your schedules n all.

🔪— uses force 2 get his way, whether it’s physical or not.

🔪— uses your fears against you and then disguises himself as your “savior” 2 get you 2 b reliant on him. As in, he’d put ypu in situations where you’re faced w your fears and come 2 your rescues. Doesn’t matter how irrational or bad the fear is. Scared of the dark ? You get trapped in a dark closet after “some rookie” pushed you in, only 4 Sebastian 2 come help you out. Scared of dying ? Your unit is killed off one by one by a “sniper” and you get fatally shot due 2 a lack of coverage, luckily Sebastian has came 2 cover you and practically saved your life. Scared of bugs ? Suddenly a lot more seem 2 appear in your room, and (rather suspiciously) Sebastian seems 2 b always around 2 kill them 4 you. At the end he’d always remind you in his thick, German accent tht you need him around, etc.

#cod mw2 #cod x male reader #cod mw2 x male reader #🥩.hcs #sebastian krueger x male reader #sebastian krueger

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selfloverrrrrr · 4 days

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Hyy can you make yander yuuta plz

Thanks for the request... I tried... lemme know if you liked it or not 💖

You're not done yet ~

Warning: smut, heavy smut, noncon, unprotected sex, forcing, Yandere, obsessed, possessive...

( All characters are aged up/18+)

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I'm a student of jujutsu high Tokyo. I'm a first year.... in grade four. Gojo satoru is the one who took the responsibility to make me understand my cursed energy and how to use it. Cause I can't use it properly. So we're best friends... Me, Yuji, Megumi and Nobara. The second year students are also good friends with me. I trust them too. But if anyone asks me who is the most trustable in the second year... it's Yuta ofcourse. I trust him so much. He's so cute. And innocent. Who isn't gonna trust him?

Today Gojo wasn't available to help us with training. He was out on a mission. So I had to ask someone with a higher ranked to help me.. because I have to do the training. I started searching if anyone was available.after searching the only person available was Yuta senpai.

I was wearing a short tight and a sports bra. Yuta arrived to help us at the training. From the time he came he kept starring at my boobs when wasn't looking at him. He kept struggling to focus on helping me with training. Maybe he was getting a bonner. He got an idea. He told me tht I was not standing properly. "Lemme help you" he said with a smile and walk behind me. He stands there and put his hands on my hips. He slightly pulled my hips towards him and pressed his dick on my butt. Yes I felt that but I ignored it..cuz I thought that he was just helping me. And that was just a coincidence. but I didn't knew that it wasn't a coincidence... It was turning him on more.

I ignored it. Because I believed him. Evertime I was moving my butt was rubbing against his dick. I could feel it. And this time it started getting uncomfortable. It was like as if he was rubbing it against my butt intentionally. This time I got out of his grip and kept a distance.

After I got out of his grip I looked at him. I don't know like how to react or what should I say at this situation. So I looked at him with confusion. But he act innocent. Like he wasn't trying to do anything or wasn't anything happening which was making me uncomfortable. He act like he don't even understand why I got out of his grip. That made me think that maybe I'm really overthinking. Maybe he really wasn't doing anything purposely. And he is so innocent so who wouldn't believe him?..."is anything wrong y/n?... why did you suddenly got out of my grip like that?...is anything wrong?... tell me."He asked me innocently. "No no... nothing ... it's just...I slipped " I said to make the situation look okay. Then I started walking towards him. Going towards him again. But suddenly Yuji was coming from somewhere he was running from Megumi and there was a bowl of honey in his hands. He bumped into me and the whole honey were on me. That honey was from gojo's room which Megumi told Yuji not to take but yuji took it and that's why he was running from Megumi. The honey was now all over me . "I'm sorry y/n.... please don't tell Gojo sensei" Yuji said. "Don't say sorry... It can't go back so I have to take a shower...and don't worry I won't tell Gojo sensei " I said.

Megumi was yelling at Yuji and I left the place. Then I went to the bathroom to take a bath and clean myself. I went in the bathroom and closed the door. I couldn't even see properly for the honey. I quickly took off my clothes and turn on the shower. Thank God that honey wasn't on my hair. I washed off the honey. I heard a sound of door unlocked. I turned around to look. I saw Yuta senpai. I covered myself with my hands. "Y-yuta senpai?... Y-you hav mistaken the bathroom" I informed him. "Uh-huh... you have mistaken... this is the boys bathroom" he replied. My eyes went to the signboard behind him which says boys bathroom. My face heated up. "Uh..oh sorry I didn't saw... I'm done tho... I'm going now" I said and grabbed the towel and wrapped it around me.

"no you're not" Yuta said. "What?" I asked him with confuse. "I said no you are not done yet" he said. And I saw a smirk on his lips. First time I saw him smirking. "I don't understand what you are saying" I said and he grabbed my sides and pushed me on the wall. My towel fell on the floor. He was starting at my boobs. "W-what are you doing!" I said. He looked at me and put a hand on my cheek " you're so innocent" he said and pressed his lips on mine.

He started kissing my neck. Yuta started licking my nipple. His was so teasing. I moaned. He continued his teasing licking and sucking on my nipple. With his one hand he grabbed my other boob and squeezed it roughly. I scremed so loudly. " you don't know.... how much I waited for this!!!"

When he was done playing with my nipples and boobs he got up and started taking off my panties. " Senpai please...." I begged again. "Shhh... You are wet... lemme help you." he said with his smirk. He bring his face close to my pussy and licked it. "Ummmmmmm..... heaven~" he whispered to himself.

He took off his clothes. His huge length was out now. My eyes widened at his length. It was too long and too thick. He grabbed his dick stroked it two or three times then line it with my entrence. I began to panic. I knew it wouldn't fit." Yuta senpai.... please no .... senpai please no... I'm begging you!!!" I begged him but he didn't stop. tears started falling from my eyes.

Yuta pushed his whole length in one slide and I scremed with pain. He didn't even give me time to adjust his size and started thursting in and out roughly. I was screming loudly. "I'm gonna tell this to Gojo sensei...he's gonna help me" I sobbed. "Oh really....you think they are gonna believe you over me?... funny" he cackled. His huge dick was giving me too much pain. He started giving me hickeys on my neck and chest. His thursting getting faster and harder. My whole body was shaking. He was moaning too. The way his dick was touching my g-spot make my back arch. It didn't take much time and I came. As I came that smirk again played on his lips.

I felt his dick started throbbing inside me. " Senpai please...not....not inside" I begged in a whisper because I didn't have the power to speak. It was too much for me. When my warm walls clenched around him he moaned loudly. In a few minutes he came inside me. He slowly pull out and threw him beside me. Suddenly I saw inumaki senpai's check mark on Yuta senpai's check. He bring his face closer to mine and whispered....

"Do Not tell about this to anyone"

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hii bae i wanted to request one for kylian where the reader is ney’s little sister & is having a thing w kylian but kylian kind of sees her as a naive girl but on the other hand the reader is in love w him & then ney saying i told you so abt kylian’s players behavior . something like tht!! (smut/angst) tysm💞💞💞

I TOLD YOU SO [I] | NJ, KM

Summary: above

Genre: smut/angst (Kylian), fluff (Neymar)

Pairings: reader x fuckboy Kylian, reader x big brother Neymar

"Fuck, you're so wet for me already", Kylian murmured in between the sloppy kisses he left on your neck, softly stroking your clit with his finger, "And I didn’t even do anything yet." You let out a low moan as you bucked up your hip, letting him know you wanted more of him. He grinned at your action. "Patience bébé." His response made you whimper. You bit your bottom lip and looked at him, your eyes full of desire and frustration. "Please", you whined, Kylians smile got even bigger. His hands went up and down your thighs as he placed himself between your legs, his eyes got darker in lust watching you literally melt under his touch. "Oh God", you quietly moaned the moment his thumb was softly circling on your clit again. "You really want me, don’t you? You really need my cock inside that sweet tight pussy of yours, hm?", he gritted his teeth, his voice getting deeper with every word. You positively hummed in response. "Show me", Kylian demanded, giving your throbbing cunt a light slap that made you flinch shortly. With one hand pounding on his dick, two of his fingers slowly slid into your entrance. You threw your head back onto the pillow in pleasure, but you’ve decided you had enough of foreplay, you needed him to go all in now. "Fuck me Kylian, please, fuck me", you groaned out. The movements of his fingers increased in pace. "More! Tell me how bad you want me, tell me what you need me to do."

"Please Kylian, fuck my little pussy, please… oh fuck, fuck me", you could barely speak as his fingers kept on going faster inside of you. He took his fingers out, all covered in your juice, and stroked your lips. Instinctively you started sucking on his fingers, twirling your tongue all around them when you realised he started teasing your entrance with his length. He watched you sucking and listened to your joyous moans that made him slowly go crazy. His dick slid up and down your soaked entrance, but just when he was about to finally put the tip inside, your phone binged. You shook your head, letting him know you wanted him to carry on. He tenderly thrusted into you, giving you time to adjust. You rolled your eyes back in delight. Bing. Kylian overheard your phone due to your whimpering and started thrusting in and out of you in a leisurely pace. He went down to kiss your neck again, his hips fastening their motions. You received countless messages, your phone binging with each one of them. The two of you tried to ignore the disturbing noise, at least until you got the second call. "Maybe you should check it", Kylian suggested when he pulled away from your body. "Whatever it is, it can wait", you insisted and lifted yourself in order to crash your lips onto his again, but then you got another call. "Just check it Y/N, what if it’s something important?" He dropped his body next to yours. You groaned in annoyance and took your phone to simply switch it off, when you saw it was your brother who was spamming you.

Neymar: Onde você está? (Where are you?)

Neymar: You said you’d be home by 10, it’s almost 1am now Y/N

Neymar: What are you doing?

Neymar: Don’t say you are where I think you are

Neymar: I'm coming to pick you up now, I don’t care

Neymar: Get out of there, I'm already here

"Shit", you exclaimed and jumped out of the bed. Kylian looked at you questioning your sudden mood change. You quickly picked up your clothes from the floor and put them on while you explained yourself, "Ney's here. I need to go now."

"Why are you even telling him about being with me? I think he’s uncomfortable enough knowing about his best friend and little sister getting it on. He doesn’t need to know when exactly it happens."

"I didn’t tell him anything, Ky. But I guess he’s clever enough to figure out what I'm doing if I'm too busy to answer my phone in the middle of the night." Kylian shrugged, taking his eyes off you as he started scrolling through his phone. "By the way, what are you doing next Saturday?", you asked. It was your birthday and the only person you really wanted to be there was the one you haven’t invited so far. "I don’t know yet", he replied. Just when you were about to finally to ask him to come over, he cut you off, "Ah yeah, I totally forgot, I'm going on a date." You froze. "A date?" He nodded, his eyes not leaving his phones screen. You could literally feel your heart skipping some beats. "Who’s the lucky girl?", you smiled, trying to hide the fact you were hurt on the inside. Kylian stuttered inaudibly until he admitted, "I don’t even remember her name right now. Some instagram model." You gulped. Of course it had to be a model. The Kylian Mbappé wouldn’t settle for less than the best, right? "Alright, have fun at your date then. See you", you said and were about to leave the bedroom. "Wait, when are you coming over next time?"

Never. "I don’t know. Got a lot to do next week." "Okay, just give me a call if you feel like it". Storming out of his apartment, you bursted out in tears. You tried to wipe them away, you didn’t want your brother to see you like that, but they kept on streaming down your face without ending.

Neymar has warned you about Kylian not looking for anything serious, he told you about the girls he was talking to, but you’ve always been hopeful that one day Kylian would realise that you were what he has always been looking for. You thought he would develop feelings for you as well. This thing you had has been going on for a while now, but you’ve never heard of him going out with someone else. Him being on a date with another woman than you, touching her the way he touched you. These thoughts where enough to drive you insane.

"Meu Deus, I won’t pretend like I don’t know what you and Kylian are doing, but you could’ve at least wiped away your tears and the mascara all over your face", Neymar complained and started the engine when you finally got into the car. He noticed your heavy breathing and looked up at you again. "Y/N, are you okay?", he asked realising more tears were filling your eyes. "What happened?" His hands let go of the wheel, one of them was placed onto your shoulder now. You shook your head and swallowed hard. "I'm so stupid, I'm so fucking stupid", you mumbled to yourself and broke down, unable to hold back your emotions. Neymar pulled you closer and softly stroked the back of your head as you hid your face in his chest. "I'm so sorry Ney, you were absolutely right. I was so naive for thinking he could actually like me", you sobbed. Neymar didn’t say anything. He quickly pecked the top of your head as he continued to stroke the back of it. There was nothing worse in the world for him than seeing his little sister in such a state.

When you felt like you were all cried out, you freed yourself from his embrace and took a last deep breath. "I asked him about his plans for the next weekend since I wanted him to be there at the party", you ironically laughed, Neymar was mindfully listening, "He doesn’t even seem to remember it’s my birthday. He’s going on a date." You shook your head in disbelief. "What did I do for his birthday last year? I threw a fucking surprise party, I had all his family and friends coming over. And this is his way of thanking me? Not even remembering my birthday, if he even ever knew it at all." Neymar remained silent for a moment. "Y/N…", he started, but you instantly cut him off. "Eu sei Ney, eu sei (I know). You told me so, I should’ve listened to you, blah blah blah. Can we please not do this right now?" With his lips in a thin line, he simply nodded and grabbed your hand. "Just know I would never stop you from doing anything if it was good for you. I love you. You can not imagine how it pains me to see my little sister crying over a fucking guy. God, if you only knew what I’d like to do to that damn shitface right now."

"Stop Ney, it wouldn’t change anything about the situation", you sniffed. Neymar lowly chuckled, receiving a confused look from you. "The Frog King gone wrong", he said. You scoffed, but didn’t quite get what he was talking about. "What?" He started laughing even harder. "Come on Y/N, look at him. Don’t you think you could do much better?" You slightly pushed his shoulder, "Don’t be so rude Ney." The two of you quietly laughed until you looked over at him, then dropping your head onto his shoulder. "Thank you for always being there for me. I love you." "I love you too minha pequena (my little one)."

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