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virgincels · 7 months

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PUPPY LOVE !

ft. leon s. kennedy x f!reader

tags. puppy hybrids, knotting, chris is the owner but he’s like not fucking, virginity loss, vendetta leon, age gap, lots of spit

notes. i write gn reader usually but this is super sickeningly self indulgent so it’s fem reader ughdhfh im so sorry this is crossposted on my ao3 :3 NOT BETA READ If u see a typo no you didn’t!!! I am so humiliated by this fic um this only makes sense with vendetta Leon so keep him in mind

“C’mon, buddy, ain’t it a cutie?” You’re being held up, some scary man's hands under your armpits, legs dangling in the air as he shows you off to an older dog.

It. How rude. You’re a lady for god's sake. An ill-tempered little lady in fact. This is growing tedious, so you let out a noise of warning, and clamp down on his forearm with your canines. They’re just in. Fresh and white. Had taken a while, you were a bit of a late bloomer, but they're here now, and that’s all that matters.

“Shit,” the man clicks his tongue, “you got some spunk, huh, pup?” He places you down on the ground, and you sink to your knees with a soft huff. “What’d you think, Leon?”

So that’s his name. The older dog, Leon. He looks worn out and mean. Brows furrowed, wrinkled forehead, dark hair that obscures most of his face. What a creep. You’ve been set up, the old lady at the pet shop told you this was going to be fun! She said you were gonna meet someone handsome, a stud who’d give you puppies. This dog looks like he doesn’t even go into rut anymore. His glory days are so over. Ten years past his prime. You stick your nose in the air and refuse to acknowledge him. He does the same.

“Leon, come on, buddy,” the man, well, you guess he’s your owner now, tries to coax him over, “don't be like this.”

Leon simply rolls onto his side, his ears flopping over so the pink underside is seen. Rude. You’re so pretty any normal mutt would be begging for it. But, you guess he’s just faulty. ‘Cause he’s an old man. Duh. This is so unfair, a pampered pooch like you deserves so much better. A two bedroom apartment with a single bathroom, and an open-plan kitchen is just not classy.

“Fuck, Leon, you always gotta be so damn difficult.” Your owner crouches down, fastens a collar around your neck. It’s pink so that's good at least. You’re a stupid pup, can’t quite make out what’s engraved on the doggy bone charm, but you assume it would be your name. “There you go, girl, you like it?”

You tilt your head to the side, but ultimately nod your head with a forced smile. Getting on your owner’s good side would be ideal. Maybe he’d spoil you a little extra. He’s awfully handsome when you take a moment to really look at him. Why couldn’t he have been the stud?

“That’s a good girl,” he presses a soft kiss to your head, “why don’t you go make yourself comfortable, pup?” He gives you a little smack on the bottom, makes you jump. Gosh. His hands are so big. He’s so big. You felt the way he flexed under your teeth earlier. So much meat to him.

With another huff, you walk around, sniff the couch cushions, press a dainty paw to the wall, admire all the framed photos. They’ve been together for a long time it seems. Your owner and Leon. He used to be perfectly pretty. Sunflower blonde, dopey smile on his slightly rounded face, puppy fat softening all his rough edges. Cute. You wish he still looked like that. His tail looks like more of a blur in the photos, towards the end he starts to mellow out, turning into what you’ve seen of him today. Moody.

“Leon was a military dog,” your owner explains. You don’t know what that means, but you think it’s important. Considering all the strange clothes with leather straps and that ugly green print, there’s even a gun in your owner’s hands. “He’s retired now though. I thought you’d cheer him up a little.”

You blink at your owner, pressing your nose into his hand when he offers it, pink tongue licking at his salty fingers. Yeah, you like him. He’s firm and sweet. Smiles at you in a way that’s kind. Leon is the only problem. Whatever. He’ll kick the bucket soon enough, or maybe your owner will get tired of him. After all, you can’t teach an old dog new tricks, but you’ve got plenty up your sleeve to show off. Rolling over, batting your lashes, smiling, looking pretty. You’ve got it handled.

“You know how to speak, pup?” Owner cups your cheeks, “my name is Chris,” he says it slowly, waits till you repeat it back to him.

“Chris…” you’re hesitant to speak, unsure of if you did it right. He pats your head, offers you a paw-shaped treat, that must mean you did well.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” Gosh. You like him lots ‘n lots. This place ain’t so bad after all.

“She’s settling in well,” Chris is on the phone with somebody, “no, course not, god, she’s a star.” He’s talking ‘bout you, and you like it. You’re the apple of his eye these days.

He scratches behind your ears as you sit beside him, chewing on a squeaky toy you gnawed at so bad it popped. Leon is laying on the floor as usual, sleeping soundly on a warm spot. You'd given him a shifty kick earlier, but he just grunted through a heavy snore.

It gets lonely when Chris leaves for the day, you often find yourself nesting in his bed, sniffing his pillow, chewing on one of his shirts for comfort. You get scolded for all the pin-sized holes left by your needle-sharp teeth, but you continue to do it. Leon is mean. He bares his teeth when you try to play, kicks you away when you try to curl into him at night, all sorts of things. He’s no fun, it’s why you cling to Chris’ leg, whine and scratch at the door, kick your legs and throw back your head to wail.

The door clicks shut after a short tussle between your teeth and the rough fabric of Chris’ jeans. You sniffle and curl up against the front door. This is so cruel of him. Why can’t he just stay and play all day? You have so many games planned that Leon never wants to partake in. Tug of war, fetch, tummy rubs, kisses, cuddles. It’ll be so much fun! And yet there’s nobody to do it with.

You nose at his cheek as he sleeps in his usual spot. Just by the window, bathed in the warmth of the yolky sunlight, chest rising and falling in tandem with his breaths. His nose scrunches ever so often, his tail mostly still, other than the little flick to the side it makes when you approach him carefully. He smells good. That’s the one thing you like about Leon. His scent. It’s thick and rich and has your gut bubbling with an unfamiliar feeling. However, you welcome it, it feels good to you. Makes you squeeze your thighs together.

“Leon,” your slurring speech makes his brows furrow, his lips downturned, “play with me.”

A low sound rumbles deep in his chest when you continue to prod at him, is he seriously growling at you? This dog has no manners whatsoever. Seriously, who raised him? It can’t have been Chris. “Leon,” you drag it out this time, whining as you clamber on top of him.

Sniffing his neck, you lick at his Adam’s apple, watch as it bobs when he swallows. He opens his eyes, glares at you through light lashes, swats at your face.

“Play with me, Leon,” your bottom lip juts out, giving him those eyes that no one is able to say no to. None of the pet shop workers could, and Chris certainly can’t, so Leon should surely fall for it.

Leon’s eye twitches, his lip curls upwards, flashing those big teeth of his. It’s a warning that you take with a grain of salt. “Leon, ‘m wanna play,” you say again, wriggling on top of him, your hands planted on that firm chest of his.

You’re a pest. A mutt at best. A bother, a hindrance, all of the above. Leon doesn’t know many other words. He has no clue on whose idea this was, couldn’t have been Chris on his own, must’ve been his sister. Or the lady with the pixie cut, one who brings him treats whenever she visits. ‘Cause Chris knows him well enough. Knows that Leon likes to be alone lately. That a new puppy is just an extra mouth to feed for Chris. He doesn’t need company, doesn’t appreciate a hyperactive pup kneeing him in the gut every hour in an attempt to play some kiddy games.

Total cutie. He’ll give you that. Soft and sweet like all puppies are. Floppy ears, fluffy tail, cute teeth that don’t do much damage. Droopy tits, layer of pudge that puppies tend to have, full hips, and a pert ass.

Now, Leon would never hurt you on purpose. It’s why he sticks to threats he never follows through with. Snarling, baring his teeth, the regular shit. Would get any normal pup scampering away from him, but you’re spoiled rotten. You get what you want at the drop of a hat. He blames that on Chris. Old age has made him sappy. Old age has only made Leon feel like shit. His bones ache on the daily, can’t even get up to bark at the mailman anymore, his walks have been cut down to half an hour once a day, finds it harder to chew on those dental bones Chris tosses him. Stressful times. And the cherry on top of his shit sandwich is you. The little nuisance who insists on bothering him no matter what.

“Leon,” you start again, talking in that high-pitched tone, an excessive amount of spit garbling your speech, “play!”

Christ, you don’t know when to give up. He gives you a light shove, hopes it’s enough to deter you, of course that's just wishful thinking. You bounce back fast. Pressing your forehead to his, you muster up your nastiest glare. Cute. You’re cute when you do that. “Play with me.” Each word is punctuated by your fists smacking down on his chest.

You’re hovering over him, bare bottom on his clothed lap, tits pressed flush to his chest. Every piece of clothing Chris tried to put on you was deemed itchy. Snipping off the labels never helped, you seem to only like cashmere, expensive taste. So he gave up. Lets you wander around in your birthday suit.

“I don’t want to play,” Leon gets out through gritted teeth, expression contorting into one of restraint when you rock your hips back and forth absentmindedly. You’re being playful. Trying to get him up, trying to get any sort of reaction from him. But he can feel you. Leon’s been out of business for a long time. He was so damn sure his dick had malfunctioned a couple years back. No seed left to spare. This old dog was dried out.

This is all it took to get him fixed up? Puppy cunt? God. What a sicko. He sits up, hands on your hips to still you. Your brow quirks in confusion, blinking at him dumbly. Poor puppy. Don’t even know how wet you are. How your heady scent is coating the walls, making it unbearable for Leon to even breathe. He’s going fuckin’ crazy.

Leon pins you down, hair hanging in your face as he hovers over you. “Playing?” You ask him, face lighting up at the prospect of getting him to join in on your games.

Oh, he’ll teach you a new game, alright. It’s cute how you act all haughty, get Chris running around like a headless chicken ‘cause you’ve got so many demands, when really you’re just a stupid pup. Can’t even take care of yourself. Walkin’ around with this drippy pussy, an itch so deep in your core you can’t scratch it. Leon can’t lie, he’s cracked open an eye to see you trying your best to get rid of it. The ache in your lower belly. Rubbing yourself all over that pink teddy Chris brought back after a trip. Pressing its wet snout deep into your cunt to get rid of that strange tingle, but to no avail. Leon found it a little funny. He remembers being that way.

The sound you let out when he spreads your fat pussy is adorable. A whine that borders on a yelp. You’re frightened and confused for a moment, until his fingertips find your swollen clit, pushing back the hood, swiping over it again and again. Then you melt into a puddle of goop. That’s right. Must feel so damn good. You’ve got a chubby cunt, pillowy lips that hide your bud from his view, fluffy fur all over your tummy and crotch that’ll shed in a few months time and grow back in a darker shade. Cute little thing. He’s gonna eat you up.

He bullies his way between your thighs. Your scent is so much thicker now. Clinging to his skin in a way he’ll be unable to wash off. The first swipe of his tongue through your folds has your hips bucking up, pelvis mashing into his nose a little painfully. Leon makes sure to hold you down. You’re sugary sweet in his mouth, like he’s bitten into a ripe fruit. Your pussy sure is the sweetest peach he’s ever seen.

“Leon…” you grab at his ears, tug on them to combat the immense pleasure that tears through you. Ouch. He’s gotta get Chris to trim those claws of yours down.

His hand is splayed across your tummy, holding you down as he buries his face in your cunt. Leon nips at your inner thighs then goes back to making those obnoxious noises that any lady with dignity would be mortified by. But you’re a stupid puppy that can’t tell left from right. Eyes rolling back into your skull as he slurps away, lips smacking noisily, his tongue fucking in and out of that tight hole.

Your toes curl in your fluffy socks, hips arching up despite his hold on them, pussy gushing like a burst pipe all over him. “There you go, atta girl,” Leon hums, flicking your clit one last time for good measure. He smiles at the sound you let out, a pitchy yap of irritation.

More where that came from. You got him all worked up. That hasn’t happened in years. His cock is dripping, a wet patch forms in the front of his sweats that he’s quick to lower. Your mouth waters at the sight, smiling at him all dopey. It’s instinct, it seems, for you to be a greedy, cock-hungry little pup. Leon’s all for enthusiasm, so he’ll give it to you, reward the spoiled little pup.

He’s sheathed inside of you in no time. You’re made for this sorta thing. Made to be a breeding bitch if he wants to get crude about it. So he doesn’t worry too much ‘bout how you’re adjusting. Just moves his hips forward sharply, fat tip jabbing at your cervix, and watching as you tremble.

“Mmm, Leon,” your nails scratch down his chest, ears flattening against your head as you gaze up at him with starry eyes. This all it takes to calm you down? Some dick? Leon’s willing to give it whenever you get rowdy. Spit pools in your mouth, dribbles down your chin, and he’s quick to lick it up. You don’t know how to kiss him. But you try. It’s clumsy and open-mouthed, your tiny hands cupping his stubbly cheeks as you just kinda slobber all over the lower half of his face. That’s alright. Leon got the hang of it after about five years. He can teach you.

You’re sucking his dick in, pussy tight around him like a vice, his balls slap against your ass. It’s so good. Fuck. He should’ve done this sooner. Should’ve jumped you the moment Chris brought you home. What an idiot. He was basically gifting Leon a living fuckdoll and he missed out on it for a good month or so. You’re so easy, kicking your legs, and digging your nails into his biceps as you cream on his fat cock, leaving a ring of milky white around the base.

He’s old now, can’t help the way his breath is a little ragged as he nears his high, can’t last as long as he used to. Don’t matter anyway. ‘Cause you’re satisfied. He fills you up like a creampuff. There’s a little surprise on your face when his knot begins to swell, stretching your cute hole till it’s gaping.

“Fun.” You tell him with a sleepy smile. Leon’s tongue smooths over your fluffy ears, he remembers his fur being this soft. They’re wet with perspiration, but he likes the taste of you. He grooms you to his heart's content. It’s been a while since he’s done any of that. Makes him feel rather happy actually. Like a weight has lifted from his chest. You’re falling asleep so he manages to roll over, careful not to move too fast and tear you in half while he’s knotted. He has you on top of him, face in his neck as you snore lightly. The warmth is putting him to sleep too.

Leon only stirs when he hears the jingle of keys and a few voices from down the hall. You’re still knocked out and drooling. The front door opens, Chris is talking to someone he tries to pick up on through smell.

“Jesus, buddy, what’d you do to her?” Chris kneels down beside them, pats Leon’s head then yours.

“They do get along well, Chris,” it’s Rebecca, she’s smiling down at Leon, he can sniff out those expensive treats in the pocket of her winter coat. “Guess it’s just when you’re around.”

“No, no, I swear,” he holds his hands up in defence, “Leon’s always being a fuckin’ bastard when it comes to her.”

“You’re just being mean to him,” Rebecca says, cooing as she pinches Leon’s cheek, “hey, there, good boy.”

“Yeah,” Chris lets out an exasperated laugh, “sure, whatever, glad you like your new pal, buddy.”

#resident evil smut #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon s kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #my fics

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u3pxx · 8 months

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In a roughly parallel universe, Demon Aziraphale tempts Angel Crowley to a little vacation, and they find their way to a bookshop in a familiar place inhabited by familiar faces. Crowley (both of them) would like to stop this nonsense before it can start, but Aziraphale's curiosity wins out, and they spend a day together that ends up being loaded with little revelations (but not, thankfully, any Revelations).

HEY DID YOU KNOW THAT @contritecactite WROTE A FIC ABOUT THE BAD OMENS SPOUSES MEETING THE GOOD OMENS SPOUSES THAT MADE ME EXPLODE A LOT LOT?! 🤍🖤💥

anyway, thanks again to elle for writing this and to koi for giving some painful name lore to these nerds because i genuinely can't express how GRAGHARGGH this made me! i swear i've been rereading it for like a billion times already bc it's just that good and charming!

i'm gonna put some bonus messy doodles of the fic and other things below the cut! :^] i'm also thinking about putting this up on my inprnt shop too but i'm not sure, tell me if you want it there or smth pftt

like this art? it's a print, here! | like what i do? support me on ko-fi!

i know i didn't go with the usual angel and demon color schemes show gomens has to offer bc i think these two are just disruptive like that pftt <3 but i was curious to know what they'd look like so here's a comparison gif i whipped up when i was in the flat colors stage of drawing this pftt

AND THIS ONE. oh im insane im normal im [static noise]

there are a lot more moments i wanna draw trust me but this one does make me laugh bc i want to leave angel crowley and angel aziraphale in a room and see what happens. their dynamic, i'm obsessed with it DFGHD

and here's the link to the fic again bc if you managed to get down here without reading it first, then what are you doing!

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dilfl0v3rss · 11 months

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Omg plug Connie and him teaching his suburban princess his ways😩😮‍💨

here we gooooo🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️

“wake up fat butt. taking you t’school today.” connie mumbled, tapping your ass lightly until you opened your eyes. you gave your boyfriend a death stare as you sat up and scratched your head. bonnet nowhere to be found as you were previously sleeping peaceful in your boyfriends tee shirt. “what?” “you wanted to learn more about what i do so you gon be my partner for the day since ony at his family renunion.”

your brown doe eyes widened in excitement as you hugged your boyfriends lower half from the bed. cheek pressed against his print in his boxers as you mumbled a bunch of “thank yous”. you’ve been begging connie for weeks to show you more of what he does, but he’d always tell you he didn’t want you in that type of work. it took a little convincing,but he finally agreed after you did some “handiwork” a handjob. now you’re here, learning your first lesson.

lesson one: weighing and packaging the weed

“no no no mami you gotta weigh it before you bag ittt” connie sighed as he turned the bag of weed upside down. letting the herb fall back onto table. “i did connn. the thingy had a three and a five before i put it in the baggy” long acrylic nail pointing to the small scale as you whined to your boyfriend. “three point five princesa ay dios mío. the ‘thingy’ gotta have a dot in between the three and the five.”

your eyes widened as you realized your mistake. “ohhhh okay okay okay. lemme try again” you began picking up the pieces of weed and placing them on the scale. watching carefully until the desired weight showed before putting them in the pretty pink bag and sealing it up. “doneee!” connie lifted his head from his phone, taking the small baggy from your hands before he turned it left and right.

he looked closely for any mistakes with the packaging, but he found none. it was “perfect baby. good job” connie rewarded with you a kiss on the forehead before handing you another bag. “now you got about forty more to do and you gon go mobile wit me.” connie chuckled at your loud gasp as you smiled to your yourself. “wanna shoot your gun” you mumbled as you continued weighing another pile. “whatchu say?” “huh? nothing papa. m’working”

lesson two: selling the product

his lips curved into a smile as he watched you hum your favorite song. brown eyes studying the nature outside the passenger window while your pretty fingers stroked connie hand that was on your thigh. connie’s first group of clients were college students. usually needed a quick blunt in the morning to calm their nerves before their day starts. as he approached his usual parking spot for selling, he let go of your thigh to lay his glock on his lap. “got my princess wit me so i gotta be extra careful”

his words made your stomach flip as you looked at the weapon laid on his sweatpants. “can you teach me how t’shoot it?” your eyes widened in hope as you watched your boyfriend tilt his head back, thinking of whether or not he should teach you. it would be good for you to protect yourself, but with him almost always around you would rarely need to. plus if you weren’t with him, you were with friends so you’ll never really be alone. “i’ll think about it ma” he mumbled before nodding his head towards your window.

you didn’t get the chance to dwell on his words as you watched the college boy, probably from some type of fraternity, walking towards the car. hat on backwards, covering his blonde hair while his shirt sat way too tight on his chest. his khaki shorts rested evenly on his hips as he shamelessly tried to look all up in connie’s window. “c dawgggg. wassup man?” connie rolled his eyes, already annoyed with the loud mouthed man at his window. connie nodded his head while saying hey before asking what it was the guy needed. "since im throwing tonight ima need a zip. finals been kicked everyone's ass and now that they're over, it's time to celebrate!”

connie turned towards you, eyeing your figure in your pretty skirt before a smirk planted on his lips. "you heard em mama" you nodded your head before reaching into the backseat for your boyfriends heavy duffel bag full of drugs. connie watched your skirt begin to ride up your ass so he made sure to block the guys view with his body until you finished. you sat the bag in your lap, digging through the different packages of weed until you found two bags. one was a little smaller than the other which confused you because you forgot if an ounce was the larger size or the smaller one. "uhhhh im kinda in a rush" the boy said before connie gave him a deadly stare, signaling for him to shut the fuck up.

you lifted your head up expecting to see the impatient client, but connie blocked your view with his head, giving you a calm smile and a nod for you to take your time. "i-i don't remember which one it is." he rested his hand on your lap. "think ma. if you get it right i'll buy you a new bag." your eyes lit up at the offer. you began to think back to when you were packaging the weed at the house, eventually handing him the larger bag. connie smiled as he lightly took it from your pretty hands. he held his hand out to the guy, waiting for him to pay up. after he paid connie handed him the bag.

"uhh why’s it pink..” connie rolled his eyes in irritation. why can’t he just take the weed and go. “my partner worked hard weighing and baggin that shit. this her product and you gon cop it and be happy wit it, you heard?” the guy lifted his hands in his defense before giving connie a nervous smile. “alright a-alright man thanks. t-tell your new partner i said thanks too." connie rolled up his window before turning towards you. “how i do papi?” your pretty smile making butterflies appear in his stomach before he leaned over and to give you a sloppy kiss on the lips. "did good mama. we gon stay here for a little bit then go to my other stops for my other clients ‘kay?” connie smiled as he watched you excitedly nod your head. lip tucked behind your teeth as you mindlessly played on your phone.

lesson three: counting and distributing the money

after the two of you finished, connie took you to your final destination before taking you home, the trap house. the smell of weed was pungent as you walked deeper and deeper in, stopping when you seen him take a seat at the dining room table. “come” he said while patting his lap. you sat down without complaint before connie pulled out a a couple stacks of cash. the two of you sold to a lot of people, but you weren’t really paying attention much to how much they were paying, only really worrying about giving the right size baggy. it must’ve been a really good day though because by the time you finished every single bag was sold. he had some good shit.

“you made all this in one dayyyy?” brown eyes wide as you stared at the bills in disbelief. connie’s arm tightened around your middle before he chuckled. “not just me mami” before you knew it your boyfriend separated the stacks evenly, sliding the other half in front of you before beginning to count the money he had left. “gon head pretty. count your cut” you eagerly took the money, long nails clanking together as you tried to quickly count the different bills. “what’s the third one for?” you eyed the third pile of money that sat next to connie. it looked about the same size as the both of yours. “my brother”

before you could speak the sound of a loud engine approaching the house cut you off. then in walked your boyfriend’s “brother” ony. a bag holding four to go plates in his hand as he typed away on his phone. “i know m’hella late gettin here” he mumbled as he mindlessly kicked the door closed behind him. he hasn’t looked up at you yet, still focused on his phone so he kept speaking as if you weren’t there. “just got the meanest head from kiki. swear that woman could suck a watermelon through a straw. had to block her tho cause i can’t be cuffing no bitch that be aight wit sucking dick in my granny room. nasty lil th-”

he finally looked up from his screen, eyes widening in shock as he looked at you and connie giggling in the dining room. “man why you ain’t tell me you brought her hereeee” he fake whined as he walked up to the two of you. giving you a peck on the cheek before dapping connie up. you raised your eyebrow at him before connie replied. “this why she wont let you get a date wit her sister bro” connie chuckled as he watched ony place his hand on his heart. ony had been asking you for months to set up a date with him and your sister, but you tell him all the time that you’d never willingly put any woman in your family through that, knowing his promiscuous lifestyle.

“sis i swear ima good man. if she ever text me back the rest of them girls gettin dropped on god.” you rolled your eyes, playfully scoffing before you caught sight of the stack of money that was for him. “yea whateverrrr” you said before nodding your head towards the money. “shit, thank you ma. this yours hermano” connie grabbed the stack and handed it to ony before also sliding him the empty duffle bag for him to fill with new product. “good looks. so how was it suge? like being a lil plug?”

you smiled as you shrugged your shoulders. mind wandering to the multiple events that went on today. “hmmm it was aight. i liked packing the weed up. oh and connie let me use pretty pink bags to put them innn.” connie smiled up at you, tickling your side before nodding his head towards the white bag ony placed on the table. “hope one of them plates is for me. if you can’t break bread you fake” ony chuckled before opening up the bag and handing him two of the plates. “got two plates of food and two plates of sweet shit that nanna made. ian know you was coming sis but you know i would’ve got you one.” you shrugged your shoulders before getting up from connie’s lap, taking the plate of food towards the microwave for him.

“it’s good connie gon share” your boyfriend shook his head at you. mumbling to himself as pulled out his phone. “cant have shit in this house” him and ony began to chuckle as your face turn into one of annoyance. you walked back towards him. swiftly plucking connie on the back of the head before laying his plate in front of him. “ay! mujer loca” he said while rubbing his “sore” head. ony continued to laugh while he walked towards the kitchen to heat up his food next. “hurry up and get married so i can get a niece. wanna take her t’disney and buy her dolls and shit.”

ony refused to even think about having kids of his own unless it was with the right woman. and since he doesn’t feel like he’s found her yet he plans on living his dream of spoiling a little princess through you and connie. the two of you laughed before waiting for him to sit back down with his plate so you can eat as a “family”. when he finally sat down, he immediately started rolling his eyes. “y’all laughing, but m’dead serious. have my niece” you playfully slapped his arm before beginning to eat your food. “don’t got time for kids right now. i’m a big time drug dealer.” connie nearly choked on his food when he heard your words, making the three of you laugh as you continued to eat together.

“just for today mami. tomorrow you my suburban princess again”

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greedyhoneyz · 6 days

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Welcome to Wonderland

.ೃ࿔*:･pairing: eren yeager x pregnant!reader

.ೃ࿔*:･synopsis: soon-to-be-parents embark on a joyous adventure, preparing for the arrival of their little one in a quest to find the perfect stroller.

.ೃ࿔*:･cw: none. fluff. domestic.

.ೃ࿔*:･authors note: inspired by baby mine from @tojigasm. im in a 'baby' mood and wanted to write something other than football. you can probably tell that I haven't watched the show but honestly, I've kind of based eren on his portrayals by other writers on this app and what I feel he would say and act like if he was a modern character. truthfully i just need to watch the show, but I'm honestly not good at keeping up with shows in general.

Onesies. Diapers. Bottles. Pacifiers. Cribs. Toys.

This was the world of babies.

Eren had never felt so intimidated— standing by the store doors, a trolley glued to his front as he gawked at the avalanche of ‘everything baby’ in front of him. The signs above the aisles, all printed with words that seemed important, taunted him with ridiculing laughter and bizarre speeches filled with phoney concern.

Hesitantly, Eren veered around and then glanced at (name). He swallowed deeply before speaking between shallow breaths. “Where do we start?”

(name) was quiet for a few moments as her eyes aimlessly scanned the store floor. She let out a breath and then paused, blinking, before glancing down at her phone. “Uh,”

She padded her thumbs across her screen and scrolled through her baby registry.

“Strollers,” (name) managed to breathe out. She nodded to herself, assured by her choice and peered up at Eren, nodding once again. “Yeah, I think we should look at strollers first.”

“Strollers…” Eren muttered back slowly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “…that's good.”

The metallic clatter and squeak of the trolley and its battered wheels followed Eren and (name) as they pushed the cart towards the “strollers & travel systems” section.

The trolley squeaked to a halt when (name) stopped. She blinked, rubbing her lips together and slowly stepped away from Eren.

“This is nice.” She spoke softly. She raised her hands, her curious fingers wriggling in the air, and fiddled with the straps and handle of the matte black stroller. From the platform where it was perched, she pushed it back and forth, whirling the stroller from side to side. “It moves nicely too.”

“This one looks good too.” Pivoting on the heels of her feet, (name) carefully stroked the handle of another. It was grey, except for its black frame, and carried a sizable basket beneath it unlike the other.

Eren hummed in response to (name) and shifted away from the trolley. He inclined forward and fiddled with the hood of the stroller, pushing it back and dragging it forward. He smoothed his hands across its aluminium frame and picked at the price tag, strapped at the handle. “Not bad, you like it?”

(name) shrugged. “It’s nice, but I think we should look around first before we decide on anything first.”

The trolley’s shaky rattle continued as (name) and Eren strolled through rows and rows of strollers in various colours, sizes and shapes.

The traditional strollers, with large wheels and adjustable handles, had quickly gained (name’s) favour, whilst the lightweight umbrella strollers, which were perfect for prompt trips around the town, perked Eren’s eye. The jogging strollers failed to reel both Eren and (name) in, and though their suspension and manoeuvrability brought ease and comfort, the couple could envision themselves going for light jogs across their neighbourhood with their little one in tow. It wasn’t their style.

“Is there anything here you like?” After a while of searching, Eren and (name) had broken off their stroll and huddled themselves into a corner and fueled themselves with the breakfast bars (name) had stashed inside her purse.

"No," Eren shook his head, swallowing, his face twisted.

“Well,” (name) began. “If we can’t decide on anything now, I think we should move onto bassinets–”

“What?” A baffled expression came to (name’s) face as she watched Eren shoot off directly to a larger display of strollers.

With a smile on his lips and sparkling eyes, he bent down to retrieve a car seat from the queue of strollers. He waved, beckoning (name) over and beamed down at the contraption below.

Gripping the metal ledge of the trolley, (name) towed it behind her as she walked.

She stopped, standing a few feet away and with an inquisitive brow, glanced down at Eren.

“Look.” Hanging his figure over the car seat, Eren turned his back to (name). He lowered his arms, positioning his hands on either side of the seat, its front and its back. He gripped the handle with one hand and tucked his other into the safety lock. He pressed the lock, heaving it upwards as its legs, tucked beneath, extended outwards. Setting it down on the floor, Eren carefully eased the handle from above the black hood and towed it above the seat. A quiet snap could be heard as he adjusted the handle to his hip with a single push of a button.

“Wow.” (name) gaped, her eyes wide and slowly circled the stroller.

“Cool, ain't it?” Eren smiled proudly. He pushed the stroller back and forth, wheeling it across the aisle in jagged lines. “‘Been looking at this online.”

“And it's good for travelling,” he boasted. “For when we fly. Oh, and it's light….it moves so nice….”

Resting her hand on the swell of her belly, (name) bent down and moved her hands across the seat, running her fingers against its smooth fabric. “But what happens when the baby gets too big and grows out of this?”

“Then…I…guess we buy two strollers?” Eren blurted out slowly.

“Babe… I don’t know.” Reclining back to height, (name) propped her hand on her hip and furrowed her brows together. She pulled her lips down into a frown and shook her head unhappily.

Eren could feel his heart plunge into the pits of his stomach as (name) scowled. He was convinced that the stroller parked before him was it. And now, as he stared at his wife, he wasn’t too sure she felt the same.

“Listen, baby, it's a great car seat and stroller,” he began. “C’mon, it's convenient and easy to use, we get this and it’ll make our lives so much easier when the baby comes.”

“Trust me, baby, I’ve done my research. I’ve watched videos and read reviews. This is the one.”

(name) thought a moment, gnawing at her bottom lip. After inspecting the stroller-car seat ensemble, she took Eren’s place at the wheel and rolled it across the aisle, and then back to him.

She stopped in front of him, parking the stroller a few inches from his feet and sighed. She blinked and blinked and then blinked again, and sighed, tracing her hand across its hood.

“Alright,” She said. “We’ll get it.”

Eren couldn’t help but cheer, thrusting his fists in the air before launching onto his wife. He wrapped his arms around (name), pulling her into his chest, her swollen belly pressed against his middle, and peppered kisses across her head, his nose bristling against her hair. “Yes!”

“Babe— Eren let go, you’re pulling on my hair.” Wriggling out from Eren’s grasp, (name) huffed, her eyebrows furrowed together and quickly patted away at her hair.

After calling for assistance, Eren, then armed with newfound instructions, made his way down the aisles to the shelf containing another replica of the stroller, with (name) in tow. Below it were two rows of boxes.

Eren reached out, bending his knees, wrapped his arms around the box and lifted it into the air. With careful feet, he hauled the box toward their trolley and plopped it into the basket.

“There.” He huffed. He wiped his hands and stared at the box, a twinkle glinted in his eyes, grinning from ear to ear as (name) looked on from the sidelines.

She approached Eren, a hand to the trolley, the other to her stomach, and studied him. In awe at the way, his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled and his cheeks carried a gentle, rosy tint when he was excited. His joy was palpable, radiating out from him like a comforting blanket.

As she gazed at him, (name) felt a deep sense of gratitude. Most women weren’t as lucky as she was, having a man so involved, so excited it’s damn near infuriating. But she cherished his joy, his nervousness, his wonder. He was new to this world, this world of babies, as was she, and whilst at times it was overwhelming, it was beautiful and intriguing to come to learn and to love the little human cocooned inside her belly.

And as Eren looked up and caught her eye, (name) returned his smile with one of her own. In a silent exchange, they basked in each other’s warmth, arm in arm, sharing each other’s bliss.

#black!reader #eren yeager x black reader #eren x black reader #eren x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren yeager x reader #aot x black reader #aot imagine #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan x black reader #attack on titan imagine

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badasmuse · 6 months

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“Tiktok Trends”

How i think bada would react to a few tiktok trends you do

1. water challenge

-confused when the song starts to play

-astonished when you start moving your hips

-also mad cause why are you acting like this

-“the hell was that???”

-“i was just doing a tiktok dance.”

-pouts when you post it

-“relax it’s to friends only so just you lusher and the others can see it.”

-“they shouldn’t see it either”

-still pouting

2. that one hug trend

-confused once again (she’s confused a lot-)

-“bada just grab the phone from me when i hand it to you and raise it up.”

-“but why?”

-“bada fucking lee.”

-lots of eye rolling fr

-when she finally does it right and you hug her tight she’s a blushing mess.

-hides her face from yours when you laugh

-“you’re so cute bada.”

-“ugh shut up.”

-tomato red fr

3. lip stick trend

-“what am i supposed to do?”

-“are you comfortable with me leaving lip prints on your face?”

-“yes..?”

-starts kissing her cheek neck and lips

-she’s in heaven

-holds onto your shirt while you do it

-pouts when you finish (she a big baby fr)

-smiles when she sees the results

-“now what?”

-explains the trend and does it

-let’s you post to friends only

-“can we take pictures before we clean it up?” (she’s literally the cutest🥹)

4. in the heights (no mi diga)

-busts in your apartment after seeing your recent tiktok with che

-“what did you say to chaeyeon?”

-genuinely curious

-kinda mad

-“nothing”

-eye rolls

-pins you down on your bed

-“did you tell her we fucked?”

-it was literally just a prank bada chill🙄

5. do i look good mr. armstrong?

-you felt like doing tiktoks so why not transitions?

-you do the transition using the sound

-posts and about thirty minutes later your phone starts blowing up

-“damn did they like my tiktok that much?”

-it’s not even tiktok it’s ya damn gf

-WHO SAID YOU CAN POST THAT TIKTOK? (she’s obv joking)

-DELETE IT RN

-FUCK YOURE SO FINE

-IM MR. ARMSTRONG AND I THINK YOU LOOK GOOD

-be ready for me when i get home imma show you how good you look

-and best believe she showed you😭🤸🏽🌊

a/n: hi my squidlings (if you’ve showed love to my posts you’re officially a squidling) i have a few things in the works but i wanted to give you guys something so i came up with this on the fly. don’t worry we’ll return to our normally scheduled program soon🤸🏽🩵

#bada lee #swf2 #bada lee x reader #imagine #kpop #swf2 x reader

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pink-princess-pussy-pop · 1 year

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Dating King Ben Would Include…

Holy shit,

This is a lot.

Def NSFW

Warnings: sex, language, not proofed, I’m a slut

- r u actually kidding this man

- Idek where to start

- How about this

- the moment he lays eyes on you

- Fuck

- When he smiles at you for the first time???

- Bye.

- Falling for the king-to-be was NOT part of the plan

- But he’s so goddamn cute

- You slip into the stands at his tourney game

- He makes a great play and you let out a cheer

- Surprising everyone around

- And he just grins at you

- There’s a party that night

- You show up in your most flattering dress

- And Ben cannot take his eyes off of you

- (The beast inside is awakening)

- He asks you to dance

- his big hands fit on your waist so perfectly

- Your hands loop around his neck and your fingers play with his hair absentmindedly

- You’re so nervous

- He pulls you closer to him and whispers into your ear

- “Relax.”

- Hello???

- He’s so in love with you UGHHHHAGGGA

- not following plot anymore screw it

- “You coming to the game tomorrow?”

- “Why should I?”

- “I can think of a pretty good reason.”

- SHAMELESSLY FLIRTS WITH YOU

- “If we win, I get to take you out on a date”

- “And if you lose?”

- “We won’t.”

- Ben fucking winks at you and just

- Up and leaves

- Someone take the confidence juice away from him!

- You go see another one of his games and after he wins, he runs up to you, sweaty and grinning, gorgeous as ever

- Before you say anything

- His head dips down to your ear, hands slipping around your waist

- “My car is waiting for you. I’ll be there soon”

- The mf had no fucking doubts that they’d win

- He gives you another million dollar smile before jogging away

- Leaving you flushed and a little turned on?????

- The date is absolutely wonderful.

- He changes ur perspective on everything

- Makes you his queen eventually

- He’s such a gentleman omg omg

- PRINCESS TREATMENT OMFG

- Opening doors for you!!!

- Pulls out your chair for you!!!

- Ur a cheerleader

- He’s def the kinda bf to score and point at you like

- “Scored that for you, baby!”

- You wanna roll your eyes but can’t bc of his damn smile

- Don’t even get Ben started on your fucking uniform

- He’s down bad fr fr

- You in the colors of his kingdom??? HELLO?!

- He’s gone

- Such a fan of public PDA

- will kiss you ANYWHERE

- seriously

- Always has to be touching you

- The beast in him tbh ur his

SEX

- everything this guy does is

- Always turning you on fr

- At the worst times too

- He’ll just look at you and give you the smile he only does while balls deep inside of you while at dinner with his parents

- And he knows it too

- The way you blush and look away?

- He KNOWS

- Please he gets weak in the knees when you say his name/title

- “Benjamin”

- “King Ben”

- “King Benjamin”

- “Your Majesty”

- Bye

- I imagine that he’s so sweet at first but you can tell that he’s holding back (beast boy HELLO?!)

- You have to convince him to finally just let it out

- What does that entail?

- Let’s make a list!!

- Scratch marks on your thighs

- So so many hickeys (he doesn’t fucking care who sees, he’s the king)

- Finger print bruises on your waist and hips

- BITE MARKS

- shit

- This man has a heightened sense of smell

- So like… beware

- Low key high key loves the way you smell

- Will not stop sucking and biting on your neck bc of it

- BEN IS A DOM IM SORRY NOT SORRY

- it’s such a stress relief for him!

- Seriously as king he needs to release his stress somehow

- You luv when he’s rough with you

- A full on Edward Cullen breaking the bed moment and he’s scared to even touch you

- And ur like “Ben do it again”

- He’s all 😮 “wut”

- “Please?”

- And bam thinking with his dick again

- You love it when he fucks you in his office

- In between meetings

- When anyone can walk in

- “Don’t want everyone in the castle to hear your dirty sounds, now do we?”

- BEN IM SORRY

- HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO KEEP QUIET WHEN UR LITERALLY REARRANGING MY INSIDES ON YOUR DESK

- Riding him while he’s in his desk chair

- The staff is quite confused when he asks for a mirror to be hung as a decoration on the opposite side of his desk

- It’s so you two can watch obvi but they don’t know that

- OMG the two of you at formal events and he cannot keep his hands off of you

- The things he whispers in your ear my GOD

- looks like the two of you are just innocently dancing but if they really knew the dirty things he was saying to you

- “What would everyone think if they knew how turned on you are right now?”

- “You taste better than all the food here.”

- Like r u kidding me he’s the dirtiest guy

- MASSIVE DICK ENGERY

- Its unfair

- Him pulling you out of the ballroom to absolutely ravish you with his parents and subjects a wall away

- Him just fucking you while wearing his crown omg (cant stop thinking about this)

- He’s so needy all the fucking time

- Anyways back to office sex

- It’s his fav

- Literally you’ll be on his lap and he’s fucking up into you and he will get a phone call

- Motherfucker GRINS at you

- “don’t make a sound”

- And then ANSWERS IT.

- KEEPS FUCKING YOU THROUGH THE PHONE CALL

- NO MATTER HOW LONG IT IS

- Oh and def makes you keep eye contact with him the whole time with his hand on your throat

- Ben with a beard????

- Between your thighs??

- With the fucking fangs?????????

- DEAD

- DECEASED

- BYE

- GONE

- Is always down to eat u out

- Such a golden retriever bf about it

- Def fingers you in the car

- If ur driving??

- “Eyes on the road”

- 💀

- If he’s gone?

- You best BELIEVE he’s calling for phone sex

- “C’mon let me hear you. You sound so pretty when you’re desperate for me.”

- Soft mean Dom soft mean Dom

- Will hop in the shower with you just so he can wash your body

- Also makes you come with the shower head

- Loves boobies

- Loves ass

- He can’t decide which he likes more

- Loves making you watch what he’s doing

- If he’s going down on you?

- Eyes on him at all times

- Fingering you?

- You better be watching it

- That’s why the mirror comes in handy

- When you lock eyes through the mirror?

- His crown is lopsided and he’s just

- He’s just

- You know

- FUCKING KING BENJAMIN

- And he’s always smiling at you

- He knows what that smile does to you

- Uses it to his advantage

- He knows he’s pretty

- He loves waking up before you after a long night of straight up fucking

- He sees the damage done

- By him

- And it just gets him going!

- You wake up with his head between your thighs

- “Morning”

- It was in fact a good morning

- his morning voice adds to it

- You loooooove to tease him

- Low key flirting with another guy, if it’s fucking Chad you better get prepared

- Wearing an outfit you know he loves in a public place when he’s with his parents doing his king duties

- Putting your hand on his inner thigh during a meeting

- I hope you know what you’re getting into!!!

- He storms into his room that night where you happen to be lying on the bed, oh so innocently

- Wearing his jersey or a button up of his

- You don’t bother looking at him, already trying to hide the smirk on your face

- You can feel the glare as he shrugs off his suit jacket

- And removes his tie

- And loosens his collar

- And pushes his sleeves up

- (your favorite Ben look)

- He knows this ofc

- Sets his hands flat on the bed and just stares at you

- Finally you look up, a giggle escaping immediately

- “You think it’s funny, do you?”

- His hands wrap around your ankles, pulling you towards him

- His knee settles between your legs as he leans over you

- “Answer your King when he speaks to you”

- “Yes, your majesty”

- His head drops back and something (THE FUCKING BEAST) ignites inside of him

- He laughs

- Not like his true laugh

- A dark, sinister laugh

- Coming from Ben?

- Noble, brave, and good Ben?

- When he’s about to fuck you into oblivion?

- Good. Fucking. Bye.

- What’s Bennyboo up for??

- So much

- He’s horny ALL THE TIME

- highest sex drive ever

- Esp with the fucking beast

- He can go for hours

- King (lol) of stamina

- “You can do it baby”

- “C’mon, one more for me”

- “Fuck you’re doing so well”

- “Good. So so good”

- He’s loud as FUCK

- not embarrassed about it all

- No fucks given

- Will walk out of his office he was just bending you over in to greet his father in the next room like MAN ISN’T PHASED AT ALL

- And you’re catching your breath like 😳😳😳

- On one hand, he’s so nice and genuine and so well mannered

- And then when it comes to you, he’s a cocky little shit who can’t keep it in his pants

#ben descendants #descendants #ben florian #ben florian x reader #ben Florian smut #ben descendants smut #descendants smut #king ben #king Ben x reader #descendants king Ben

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 3 months

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thinking about tattoo artist!draken giving me you a tattoo in between and under my your tits im so unwell i want him to suck on my titties so bad HNSKSGDJKHGK okaybye

Hi Mack! Thank you for entrusting me with this awesome ask! I hope you like it! Proofed as much as I could.

WC ::: 2230 (HEY! It was 8 pages and I got it down to 5. So, you're WELCOME!)

C/W ::: MDNI, TattooArtist!Draken x F.reader, unprotected P->V and some other funsies.

You sat in the booth waiting for the artist to come in and start working on you. You'd met him a few times before while going over the finalized print of your design but why hadn't you noticed how sexy he was? He was like some mythological creature.

He walked in backwards and slid the screen all the way to the edge so the small booth was completely shut off from the rest of the shop. "Ok, ready when you are." Draken said as he turned to start getting the ink ready.

"Oh! O-ok, yeah. So, like," you hesitated with your words not wanting to seem like you were too inexperienced. You have tattoos, just not on this part of your body.

"Take your shirt and bra off and lean back and enjoy the ride." He is so fucking cool, you thought.

"Right, enjoy ... enjoy the ride." You began lifting your shirt over your head, watching yourself in the full-length mirror the whole time. Kicking yourself for wearing such a shitty bra (but really what else were you going to do? Wear your best one only for it to get ruined with blood and ink? No. Absolutely not.)

You put your clothes on the extra stool in the corner and wrapped your arms over your chest waiting for his next instructions.

"It's ... heh ... you gonna enjoy the ride or do I have to tat you up while you're standing by the wall? Come on, I'm gentle, I promise.

"Yes! Right right right. Sorry. I'm just a little shy I guess."

I've tattooed much stranger things than tits, trust me. Now sit down."

You moved to sit on the tattoo chair and leaned back. The cool leather made you shiver. Draken placed a paper towel on your chest and told you to relax. He leaned over you to grab the ink and needles. He was so close you could smell him. He smelled like leather, cologne and cigarettes. It made you feel high, breathing him in like that.

He pressed the needle into your skin, making you wince in pain. He pulled away for a second to apply more ink and then went back to work.

After a while, he was about halfway done with the outline. "You doin' ok, y/n? Needa break or anything?" You had zoned out so much that he had to nudge your arm to get your full attention. "Hey! You good?" He laughed.

"Oh shit. Yeah, I guess I just kinda got into a trance. You're very ... rhythmic. It's oddly soothing." You blushed.

"Told you I was good." He beamed. "So you want me to keep going?"

You nodded and put your arms back to your sides where they'd been.

"For this next part, I need you to put your arms above your head. Can you hold them there for a while while I work on the underside of your chest?"

"How long are we talkin' here? 30 minutes? 45?" You couldn't read his face because you didn't know him well enough to. But the look he had was less than comforting.

"Ish? I don't know, honestly. But it's going to be a while. I have a lot of detail to do here. Look, don't ask. Ok? But I can - *aheh* - fuck. I can tie your arms up if this is going to be a problem?" He made a point to look away when he suggested that to you.

And good thing too because the expression that washed over your face would have embarrassed a porn director. You're so proud of yourself for not moaning at the offer.

"YES! Yes. My arms get tired easily. Tie me up, Draken." Your eyes fell to his crotch and the bulge that was presenting itself was nothing short of delicious. You don't know what came over you but you let them roam the length of his chest and met his gaze.

He walked over to a cabinet in the corner and grabbed a few ties. "Which one do you want?" he asked, holding up a few options. You pointed to a soft-looking black one and he tied your arms above the chair. "How's that? Not too tight?"

You shook your head. "No, it's good. Just tight enough." He walked back over to the counter to get the ink and needle ready again. And you know he adjusted his dick. You've seen enough men do that to know what that little dance looks like.

He pressed the needle back into your skin and started on the underside of your tits. He was close enough that you could hear his breath hitch every time he accidentally touched your nipple. And you were certain he was doing it on purpose.

You don't know if it was the drilling of the needle into one of the most sensitive expanses of your body, if it was Draken being so close to you that he could stick his tongue out and flick your nipple with the tip of it. His shallow, labored breathing. His big hands doing such delicate work. But you were getting so fucking wet. And you couldn't help but imagine him sticking his fingers into you. Fucking you with them.

"You're um, doing great. Almost done with this side, are you hot? Do you want some water or something? Want me to crack the window?" he said, breaking the silence.

You nodded, not sure how to respond. "No, I'm uh, I'm doing great, thanks."

He walked over to the window and opened it just a sliver. The air was still warm but it was better than before.

"Thank you." You sighed.

"You're welcome. It's fuckin' hotter than hell in here." He took off his jacket and tossed it over onto your clothes.

You couldn't help but stare at the way his arm muscles flexed as he moved. The tattoos on his right bicep were beautiful and you wanted to trace every inch of them with your tongue.

"SO!" He shouted, startling even himself, he pulled the gun away from you. "Shit. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to say that so loud." His cheeks were burning. You wanted to reach out and smooth your fingers over his face. You wanted to sit on it. But that's just crazy, you thought. Draken continued, much quieter this time, "You got a boyfriend? Or ... or girlfriend. Sorry. I forget about that shit sometimes." He chuckled.

"Nope, no boyfriend. No girlfriend either." You said, looking down at his crotch again. You were so horny you could hardly stand it. "So, just me, my shitty bra, and my soon-to-be tatted tits."

He laughed and leaned over you to start on the other side. He was close enough that his breath was hot on your ear. You closed your eyes and let yourself just enjoy the feeling of his weight pressing against you. You were so close that you could have turned your head and kissed him.

But he beat you to it. He stopped what he was doing, sitting the gun down on the tray next to him and he trailed his fingers up over your belly. Lifting them up long enough to skip over your freshly inked skin and he put them down at your collarbone, skimming them to your chin and tilting your face toward him. You tried to put your arms around his neck but you forgot you were all tied up. Literally.

He smiled at the new light of this situation. "You're tied up." Draken's demeanor changed.

You looked into his eyes, nodding. "Yeah, I guess I am."

"You wanna be free or do you like it?" He said, tracing his fingers up and down your jawline.

"I like it." You blushed. "But I can't touch you. And that's kinda bumming me out." You laughed.

He leaned back, grabbed the scissors from the counter, and cut the ties, but he left them around your wrists. "You wanna touch me, y/n? You wanna play with my hair? My dick?"

You nodded and reached down to his pants. You cupped your hand around his bulge and squeezed it lightly. He moaned and you loved the sound of his voice. "I wanna do so much more than that, Draken. But … am I crazy for wanting this?" You laughed.

"Oh, you're definitely crazy, baby. An' that's just how I like it." He pushed you back against the chair and softly wrapped his lips around your pointed nipple and dragged his tongue over it.

You shifted in the seat and let out a small whimper. "Fuck that feels so good. I don't know if it's because you've been drilling on me all day or if I just really - I really want you, Draken." You pulled on his hair and he moaned again. He moved his hand up your leg and slipped it into your jeans, feeling how wet you were.

"Well, I guess I was right about something today, huh?" He laughed and unbuttoned your pants. He pulled them down just enough so he could get his fingers inside of you. "You wanna fuck me, y/n? Right here in my booth? You gonna let me fill you up - make you cum all over my cock."

You nodded, unable to form words.

He pulled his fingers out of you and unzipped his pants, pulling them down and sitting back on the edge of the table. He stroked himself a few times and looked back at you. "C'mon kitten, need this dick?"

You sat up and straddled him, holding your weight up enough so that he could slide himself into you. You let out a low moan as he filled you up, your pussy clenching around him. "Holy shit, you feel so fucking good," you moaned. Your eyes rolled back in your head and your breath all but stopped it's exchange with the space around you.

He started to move his hips and you rode him, rolling them and bouncing up and down on his cock. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, feeling him moan into your mouth. His hands were at your waist, guiding you up and down and you felt so fucking good.

"Fuck, y/n, arch your back, stick your tits up, wan' 'em in my mouth." He said, his voice muffled by your chest. You leaned back, he pushed your breasts together and he latched onto them. Massaging them, sucking and biting on your nipples. You felt like you were in a dream, your body humming with pleasure and pain from the abused inches of your skin.

You slowed your movements to feel him better. His cock was hot and dragging against your walls so perfectly that you almost didn't want to cum. You didn't want this to ever stop. You felt his cock twitch inside of you and he moaned, his body tensing up as he came inside of you.

"Fuck, y/n, cum for me, cum all over this dick, baby." He moaned as you ground your hips against his, rubbing your clit against his abdomen. You let yourself go, your body tightening and releasing with the orgasm that washed over you.

You breathed heavily and leaned forward to rest your head on his shoulder. "Wow, Draken. I ... that was..." you trailed off.

He laughed, "It was, huh?"

You nodded, smiling. "Yeah. It was. But I really like your work."

Your work? You thought. Why did you say that.

"My 'work'? That's what you like? Heh, well, I'm glad?" He chuckled, shaking his head softly. "I'd say the same for you but, I think that'd be weird since I just fucked you and you're still sitting on my dick." He pushed your hair away from your face and kissed you gently on the forehead. "But, you know, I do like your ‘work’, too. It's beautiful. And you're beautiful. And I can't wait to see the finished product." He said, smiling.

You smiled back and leaned in to kiss him again, this time on the lips. "Me too. I'm excited to see it." You blushed and slowly lifted yourself off of him, wincing as he slipped out of you. "God. I hate this part." You pouted.

"Me too, but I think I can make it better. I wanna take you out, y/n. Let me take you out?" He asked, getting up to put his pants back on.

You nodded, smiling. "I'd love that." You grabbed your bra and shirt and held them against your chest as you watched him walk back to the sink and start washing his hands.

"Deal. We should wait a few days after your tattoo has healed up before we go out. Don't wanna get it infected or anything." He laughed, drying his hands on a paper towel.

You laughed too and nodded in agreement. "Sounds good. I guess that gives me time to plan what I'm gonna do next."

“Do next?” he asked zipping his black jeans and fastening his belt.

“Tattoo ideas … orrr …?” He spun you around by your shoulders and tipped your face up with his fingers.

“Oh, yeah. I’ve got more ideas.” You turned your back to him and he helped you fasten your bra around the wrapping.

“Would you laugh if I said both?”

“No. I wouldn’t laugh. I’d say ‘when’?”

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claw404 · 8 days

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r e d d e r d a y s

× pairing: venture x reader

× words: 1588

× content : afab!reader, cozy, comfort, fluff, period talk, sfw

× summary: You are on your period, not feeling well at all and thus missing from todays training. Venture noticed your absence and decided to check up on you.

[ A/N ] : I was on my period when i started writing this and needed some comfort. Also, for clarity, imagine this is a 2016 ow situation where everyone shares one base with their own rooms etc got it? cool.

You were currently at the shared Overwatch base. Todays agenda included some basic training and an annual rundown of the safety protocol during combat. These were both some of the lighter activities you had the chance to be a part of but even still, you wouldn't be able to attend as you felt like death walking.

You were on your period and you felt awful. In every way imaginable. Your skin tingled with hot and cold flashes, your insides felt funny and you weren't sure if you were going to vomit or faint first.

So you had to skip out on todays activities and stayed in your bunk instead, wrapped in your favourite blankets in your bed. And it turns out that somebody else had similar plans for today.

knock! knock! knock!

A quick succession of sturdy knocks at your door took your attention off of your phone that you've been scrolling on for the past hour or so.

"Who is it?" You tried to groan loud enough for the other person to hear with the little energy you had.

"Its Sloane! I heard you weren't coming to training today and wanted to come by and check up on you! If that's okay I mean."

So it was just Sloane, but why weren't they at training, you wondered. Not giving it much more thought than that you let them in.

The metallic door opened with a click and slid with a heavy swoosh and in entered Venture, wearing their comfiest sweater and some slacks.

"Oh, whats up with you?"

"Not feeling well" You answered shortly, still laying limp in your bed.

"I can tell that" Venture said with a soft chuckle.

"Im on my period" You said a little quieter as they walked over and carefully sat on the bed beside your legs.

"Ooooh yeah you don't look too good" That comment left their lips faster than they could think. You squinted and stared daggers in their direction the moment your brain registered what they said.

"Oops, sorry, didn't mean it like that" they said with a laugh. Venture had a quick glance around your room, mainly noticing the mess on your bedside table. An empty water bottle and a mug, some candy wrappers and a pack of pills. Painkillers, they assumed.

Embarrassment and shame shot through the layers of your discomfort when you noticed them analyzing your room. It was a mess, yes, there were clothes hanging about and a general mess on your desk as well that you didn't feel like cleaning. You swore you would get to it soon.

Venture gently rested their hand on your leg as they said in their most empathetic voice possible, "Im sorry, I cant imagine what it must feel like".

"Well, don't you... too...?" You questioned carefully.

You didn't want to prod too much, asking felt intrusive and intimate. You didn't want to step on any footing Venture felt uncomfortable with but you also couldn't deny your curiosity. It's only human to wonder.

"Oh, yeah! I do get my periods as well but they're usually not as intense... as yours. Never been actually, guess im lucky"

"Guess you are..." You replied a little gloomier while shifting deeper into your bed, wishing you had the same luxury as them.

"But why aren't you at training then?" You got up slightly, a headache warning to hit at the sudden movement, and scooted further into your bed to give them more room to sit. They followed and sat next to you.

"Honestly? I just wanted to catch up on some reading. There's this book on ancient archeology that -turns out- has some errors printed into it, and the writer shared a new edition, highlighting its previous mistakes and . . . " They went on and on but you couldn't help but zone out soon, concentrating only on the pounding in your head.

Reading. Of course the history nerd skips out on training just so they could read some more. How typical of them, you thought, smiling softly to yourself. Your head flopped onto their shoulder, your neck too lazy to support itself.

"-and i wanted to check up on you." That part caught your attention and made your stomach tense, in a pleasant way.

"Well, you did check up on me..." You whispered, still in a low mood, not feeling any better with time. Venture noticed.

"Aww come on, don't be like that!" They grabbed your sides through your shield of blankets, shaking and prodding you playfully. You only groaned at their attempts to make you feel better.

"Ughhh stop it!" You laughed. As groggy and moody as you were, that did lift your mood a bit. It was cute, you thought, how Venture would try to make you feel better despite your sour attitude.

"Come on, let me help you!" They moved to the edge of the bed, as if they were about to leave, one hand on your thigh. "I know, I'll go to the kitchen and grab you something, hm?"

"I don't have anything stored there right now..." Even though there was a cafeteria, everyone usually brought or made their own food and stored it in the shared kitchen and because of your current state you didn't meal prep anything for today.

"Eh, im sure i can find something we can borrow~" They threw you a wink and wide grin. You chuckled at their mischief. It was clear they were willing to go to great lengths to make you feel even slightly better, a blush crept up your cheeks at the thought. It was so sweet of them.

"So, any special requests?"

You thought for a moment. " Ice cream. Please. Im begging." You dramatically added. "Bring me ice cream, anything else might make me actually vomit..."

They lightly pat your thigh before sliding their hand off. "Alright, one order for ice cream! Be back soon!" they sung before hopping off the bed. They glanced your way with warm eyes before walking out the door, as if to tell you not to go anywhere while they were gone.

They didn't dare to say anything, but you looked so cute like this. You could clearly use some help or support, yet you wouldn't dare to bother anybody for it. They could think of several agents who would come running at your word if need be. It was like trying to help a stubborn sick cat, Venture thought as they left.

And so, you waited.

. . .

Your door slid open again and you saw Sloane hunched over, hurrying inside with a goofy smile, checking behind them as the door slid close. You immediately smiled upon seeing them. Their hand slid under their sweater and you watched as they clumsily pulled out a tub of ice cream that they were hiding. "Ah-cold-cold-cold!" they hissed. You laughed at the scene in front of you.

"Did anybody see you??" You questioned, still in awe.

"Psh! I hope not!" They hopped back on your bed next to you with other things in hand.

"Here is your ice cream" they wiggled their brows at you with a cheeky smile, clearly proud of the little thievery they just accomplished.

"Aaaand, since you have no other plans for today, i brought my book with me! I thought we could go over the errors together." They said excitedly as they pulled out a brand new beige book with golden rims. "It will help pass the time and keep your mind off of that uh, tornado inside you." They flashed their signature smile.

They were really sweet, just so so sweet. The care and consideration they showed for you made you feel so fuzzy inside and you couldn't stop smiling. It was an unusual feeling, but you enjoyed it. You smiled back at them.

"But before then, here, drink some tea, careful! Its hot." They handed you a hot mug of what smelled like... chamomile tea? You weren't entirely sure. "I forgot to ask which one you liked, but i heard this one is meant to soothe and relax... or something like that". They watched intently as you took a careful sip.

"Aah! Hot!" You hissed.

"Told you so" They chuckled at the funny face you made.

You put the mug aside to let it cool off a bit first. Instead, you gladly took the tub of ice cream off of Ventures hands. As you began digging in Venture scooted closer to you again and cozied up next to you in bed and you shared your blanket with them.

. . .

In between Sloanes reading, you would spoon feed them some of the ice cream. Their eyes remained glued to the pages and their voice now a little muffled with their mouth full of the cold sweets.

Sloanes warm voice and the sound of flipping pages proved to be much more relaxing than that tea. Their voice soon melted into the background and you focused on the sound of your own slow, steady breathing as your eyelids began to feel heavy. Soon your eyes fell closed. Still mindful of their presence next to you, you appreciated this moment and cozied up even closer as you shifted more of your weight onto Ventures arm. A soft blush tinted their cheeks as you let out a content sigh.

In turn, Venture lifted their arm, letting you rest on their chest instead. Their arm snaked around you, keeping you close and secure. The rumbling of their voice in their chest soon turned into a lullaby as Sloane continued their reading.

#god.#when is it my turn to be happy.#venture x reader #x reader #overwatch x reader #venture #sloane cameron #fluff #fanfic #fanfiction #sfw

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niefics · 2 months

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02 | Coming to terms

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — SYNOPSIS : Actions comes with consequences, as reader has to live with her dumb decisions as she finds out she’s pregnant by a one night stand.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — WARNINGS : Cursing, being pregnant ??, angst, non sympathetic boss.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — WORD COUNT : 932

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Sitting in the waiting room of the doctors office where you'd get your first check up, you sighed. You insisted that you could've went by yourself but he didn't allow it. "No, I'm gonna be here for the pregnancy, the meeting can wait." That's what he said as you two drove here, he was still dressed quiet formal. "What if they ask if we're married or not." Jay was different, his views on things were very different. "Why do they care about what we have going on ?"'he spoke as he looked at the road.

You name was called as a nurse came to get you, jay following you as you got up. You walked into the room sitting down as the nurse asked you questions, answering all of them honestly jay listened. She asked about your symptoms and how they have been doing and you told her everything. She gave you tips on how to relieve some of the symptoms and she looked at jay. "You can help with some of those symptoms too.. just-" jay cut her off not looking at her but fidgeting with his hands. "We.. we don't live together." He spoke honestly, she looked a little surprised by that. The way he followed behind you and listened to everything just felt like a caring husband but that was far from the truth.

The ultrasound tech came in soon after, and they started the ultrasound to see what the baby currently looked like though you weren't that far along, it was a delight to see the baby .. hearing it's heartbeat made you smile. Jay was silent watching the ultrasound screen analyzing it. "Would you like a print ?"

"Two copy's please." Jay immediately spoke causing you to turn your heard. You thought as if jay only agreed to keep the baby was because of you and how adamant you were on it. Finally before you knew it, the appointment was over.

"Have you eaten yet?" He asked, looking at you. "I don't have time to eat I have work soon." You spoke. "Do they know ?" "Know what ?" "That you're pregnant?" Jay asked, you shook your head no. "I haven't had time to, works been really busy with all the extra projects and meetings so I just haven't had time." You spoke. "Don't hold it off, don't wait until you're 7 months and showing." Jay said, knowing how a boss thinks it's best if you tell them now then later. "Holding it off will do no good, I've experienced it before it was frustrating to know that was the reason they were slacking off like that when they could've told you ages ago." His eyes were on you as he spoke. You sighed not in the mood to argue about if you should tell your boss or not. "Fine I'll tell him, I'll tell him when I go in today." You spoke almost dryly. Jays eyes scrunched.

"Don't start getting upset because I'm trying to help you, and try my best to be there to help prevent stress." He spoke, it sounded like he was trying to care for you, knowing he had to come to terms about the whole ordeal. He didn't sounded like a loving baby father, he sounded more like a dad trying to tell his kid what to do, or a boss even. "I get that, so please stop fucking trying to start and argument." You spoke slightly aggressive.

Heading into you bosses office, you sighed. "What did you have to speak to me about ?" He asked looking up at you, you went straight to the point not wanting to hold it off or else you'd be bugged about it by jay. "Im, pregnant. So I was wondering if you can slow down on all the work you give me just to help with the stress." Your boss lifting a brow. "Why ? You get the work done on time you seem like you can handle it so why should I slow down on all the work you're given because you're pregnant??" He spoke slightly getting upset about one of his best workers wanting a reduction all of the work given. "My—" and just like that he cut you off. "Your what ?" He spoke slightly incising you. "Because, you child's father wants me to, he doesn't want me to wait until I'm 7th months or even 8 months struggling to walk straight let a lone constantly trying to roam the halls to find something or work late at night just so something can be finished." You spoke trying your best to keep calm.

You were trying your best to keep calm and come to terms with the fact you were pregnant but it seemed as if your boss isn't. "You seem perfectly capable to do everything as you did before, maybe when you are actually showing I'll have sympathy." He spoke looking away from you and back at the work on his desk. Frustration taking over, walking out of the room sitting back at your work desk your phone vibrated opening it to see jays contact. "Did you speak to him?" He texted. You sent a simple mhm, and lied and said it went. Not wanting the whole thing to go farther.

Later when he picked you up he noticed the slightly stressed look on your face but didn’t say nothing, not until it was the 3rd time in the row he knew he had to say something or talk to you about it. He felt as if he might have to talk to the boss himself.

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p1err0st4r · 5 months

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☆ | author's note : im so sorry for not uploading for such a long time ! I'll try to make up to it. Love yall ! Im so early omg.

♱ | summary : you are Kokushibos co - worker ( yall have benefits :33 ) and he gave you a gift for valentines day !

★ | warnings : smut ; uncanon interraction ; sex toys ; f reader.

♡ . . You sighed heavily as the were slowly clamping togheter in sleepish bliss. It has been a while since you had a comfortable was around 4 days ago , when you "visited" you co - worker .. Kokushibo. He probably gave you the best time of your life with the way he gently pushed into you .. you stil felt his dick print inside of you and you wanted more of him .. no , not more , you wanted him to yourself. You could feel your panties stick to your bare core just where your sweet hole was. But you still had work to do ... you couldn't give up so easily. You took the cup of water hy you into your hands and got a big sip , just to clear your mind from the dirty thoughts.

Then .. a sudden knock on the door. In echoed through your small office , then a ringing deep voice asking if they could come in .. was it Douma ? Or maybe Akaza ? You decided to think of the worst , that it was Muzan.

"Come in ! "

You saw the door slowly open as a familiar face showed in the crack. Kokushibo. It was supposed to be the worst out-come ! Yet you got what you wanted. You put your hands on the table , bumping up your chin with one of your hands.

"What a pleasent visit. Did you need anything ?"

Kokushibo stared at you silently for a good minute , before putting a small box on your work desk. It was neatly wrapped into a black ribbon , the box was white, you never had a doubt about Kokushibo loving monotone colors , but this looked like something you'd recieve on a funeral... not for valentines day. Kokushibos face had a rare sign of embarassment on it... what did he even out in that box ? He cleared his throat before speaking.

"Uhm.. hghm. Happy valentines day , dear co - worker. I .. i hope you enjoy the gift."

He said before basically STORMING out of your office and shutting the door behind himself. You were left in awe , but were now intrigued. You reached out your hands to the box and started untying the black ribbon.

Kokushibo clrealy spent alot of money on the gift. The first thing that greeted your eyes was a small box of chocolate with a cute note on it. Maybe he wanted to make your relationship deeper than just .. fuck partners ? Seemed like it. The next thing that was in there was a small box , it was a perfume ! That was a pleasent suprise. You placed your nose to the tip and sniffed in the sweet scent ... he seemed to memorise all the things you like , how cute of him.

You smiled warmly and was about to put the box away ... but there was something else in it... at the bottom of the bag was a small wrap in a shape of some .. banana ? You didn't know what it was so you unwrapped it ... and oh god . You felt your face heat up as you stared at the vibrator in your hand. You now knew why he was flustered and .. well it was so so reasonable. You shoved everything back into the bag and out it under your desk by your other stuff lije your purse etc.

Your night would be fun.

♡ | author's note 2 : art creds - pinterest. ( please , id you know the creator of the art tag them in comments so i xlcan later add it to the post <33 ) Ily all !

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dirtybitfic · 2 months

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so wrong yet so right part 2

contains~ strong language, fight during lecture, punishment , dirty talk , slight touching.

y/n pov-

I woke up this morning exhausted i've been working on this god damn story for class the entire weekend . I couldn't figure out a feeling to portray in my writing , Saturday I spent sitting in my bed thinking about Professor sturniolo then I went out with friends got shit face drunk to try and distract myself from my thoughts then woke up on Sunday with a pounding head ache and spent most of my day rotting in bed . Sunday night it finally clicked what feeling to portray would be and that was confusion. Confusion with the way i'm feeling about my professor . Given I couldn't write my story about my thoughts about him because we're sharing these ones with the class too .

I grabbed all my shit for class and made my 8 minute drive to campus blasting desire by meg Myers.

After parking I made my way into the building and into the lecture hall. Walking into the quiet room joining the other early students deciding to sit closer to the front not because really want to but I feel its best after my conversation with professor sturniolo last week .

I sit down in the fifth row and take out my computer and the printed pages to my story for today .

As i'm reading something a friend texted me the rest of the students enter the lecture hall and take their seats and professor sturniolo comes in ... my jaw almost drops . He's wearing a white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up showing off the tattoos he has on one arm and the veins that run from his large hands to his elbows the top two buttons open showing his chain . His black pants fitting perfectly around his slim waist and his black shoes looking clean and sleek ... but the rings I notice on his fingers make me think things I shouldn't .

I follow his every move with my eyes as he walks to the front of the class to his desk setting his bad down and looking up at all of us seated around the room.

Good evening everyone I hope you all had a good weekend . Lets get started with the rest of the story left from last class and then well move onto the story you've all written over the weekend.

he looks at me with a hard stare that has my breathe catching . I maintain eye contact until he breaks it to call up the first student to read their story.

after about 45 minutes we finish the stories that were left from last week and I take a quick break for the restroom then come back in as one of the students is reading their story , His feeling was jealousy .

Not gonna lie from what I heard of his story it was about an ex girlfriend who has a new boyfriend I couldn't help but laugh when his voice broke as he said something along the lines of " remember all the things you and I did first" all I couldn't hear in my head was want you back by Cher loyd .

his eyes snapped up to me and I froze in my seat .

are you laughing at my story he asks as he angrily looks at me

I guess I didn't laugh under my breathe like I thought I did .

yeah sorry ... I mean where did you get these line Cher loyd I say as I look at him with a smile on my face .

girls behind me laughed knowing what im talking about .

your a fucking bitch you think your better than me

I gasp making him think I was offended by his words before a smirk appeared on my face .

no I just think its embarrassing you wrote a dramatic fucking story about an ex girlfriend who has obviously moves on from you

he throws his papers on the ground storming up to where i'm seated but before he can reach me professor sturniolo interrupts .

James your excused from the rest of class you need to calm down... he snaps his eyes to me and my smile drops as his eyes pierce through me so harshly I feel it in my Bones . And ms y/l/n I don't know what has gotten into you today but you'll be staying after class to talk am I understood ?.

I roll my eyes and nod my head .

I asked you a question ms y/l/n he says making me look back up at him .

I narrow my eyes before answering him.

yes sir

good and since you want to shit on other peoples story how about we hear yours I obviously upset him with my outburst which in hind site I probably shouldn't have said that to James but i'm not sorry about it .

sure I say with an attitude as I garb my story and step up in front of the class and stand at the podium getting my pages situated .

whenever your ready he says making me sigh before I start reading

I stand In the garden as my mind runs wild with the memories of my interactions with mr braves earlier this evening. The breeze is blowing through the tress that surround me as the sweet smell of summer rain invades my nose. I cant get the feeling of his hand on my shoulder out of my head . His touch felt like lava burning through my skin touching my soul . His words like honey as he calls me things that he shouldn't , things that make me feel what others would deem immoral in society . The way mr braves is older than me should throw me off but it only makes my attraction to him stronger , I could go for any guy my age wether its at the bars Saturday night or in the coffee shop but ... the only man that occupies my mind is mr braves. Ive tried everything I can to get him out of my mind but my methods only seem to make it worse . As these weeks have gone by the connection has grown stronger , I tried distancing myself from spaces I know he occupies on a regular bases like this garden i'm standing in right now but I just cant seem to stay away for too long . I see the way he looks at me when I sit only a few feet away from him and I know he is feeling the same but we both know this relationship can never be . So why do I want him so bad , why does he invade my every thought .The rain starts pouring down on me as I tilt my head back to let the rain fall upon my face as I wish it would just wash away my sinful thoughts and feeling for this man I know I cant have but all i'm left with on my run home is confusion .

I finish reading as I look up at the other students in the class who seem to have been interested in my story as the nod at me . I look over to Professor Sturniolo as he looks at me with a expression I cant seem to place .

That was very well written y/n I could understand throughout the whole story that your feeling was confusion . Your vocabulary you used throughout set the scene of the garden and the time period it could have been set in. I think you did a great job at keeping the reader interested as well good gob

thank you I say with a small smile before grabbing my pages and sitting back down at my seat

After a couple more stories class was over and the students packed up and left leaving me and Professor Sturniolo in the room.

He leans back on his desk closing his arms over his chest as he looks at me sternly .

now would you like to explain what the fuck your little outburst was about he says tilting his head as I mirror his actions .

I don't know guess I was just feeling a little ... on edge

mmm well I thought after our last conversation you would know to behave yourself but I guess I was wrong

yeah guess so I bite back not enjoying him scolding me .

y/n ... he says as he takes a deep breathe to calm himself . fix your attitude before I fix it for you

I gulp as I try and keep my thighs from clenching not trying to show any reaction to his threat

oh yeah and how would you do that I ask which a smile seeing how much I can test him before he breaks.

he smiles and shakes his head as he looks down before he brings his eyes up to me .

trust me sweetheart you wouldn't like my methods ... now lets talk about your story a bit. Was that based off real life or did you makes it up

I look down at the ground as my face gets red .

it... I made it up

mmm okay he says as he walks over to me .

he stands in front of me and I look up at him as I swallow thickly trying to keep my composure .

he smirks down at me as he walks around the back of my chair and he places his hand on my shoulder . I sigh softly as I feel heat build in between my thighs from his touch.

he leans down and I feel his breathe on my neck and ear causing me to shiver.

does my touch feel like lava y/n he whispers in my ear causing me to let a small whimper out .

I - n-no I try and lie but my stuttering gives away my true feelings.

he chuckles before his hand slithers over my shoulder to my neck and he squeezes softly and I cant help the moan that slips out .

yeah ... I think you wrote that story thinking about me didn't you

I swallow against his hand as I shake my head but we both know he's right.

try to deny it all you want but you and I both know ... im your mr braves

I sigh expecting the fact I cant hide it.

even if your right you my presser its not right

isn't that just so upsetting he sighs as he takes his hand off me .

I drop my head looking at the desk not wanting to meet his eyes as he walks back in front of me .

now next class are you gonna be my good girl ... his hand moves to my thigh and I look up at him with widened eyes in shock of what he's doing. or are you gonna act like brat again

I- ill be good

no... I wanna hear you say you'll be my good girl he says as he squeezes my inner thigh making me whine and drop my head back .

ill be your good girl I breathe out as his hand moves dangerously close to my heat.

good girl now go home and start a new story ... maybe write it about mr.braves he says with a knowing smirk .

I sigh when his hands leaves my thigh and he makes his way back to his desk packing up his stuff .

I grab my stuff and makes my way out of the room but stop when he calls my name.

oh and y/n

yes

make sure to throw in some degrading and bondage in your next story I hear mr braves is more of the dominant type

my jaw drops as my pussy flutters . he smirks at me as he makes his way to the other door at the bottom of the room

I quickly exit as my thoughts run wild . He quite literally just referred to himself as mr braves and told me something he definitely shouldn't have but Jesus Christ does knowing that information drive me wild.

I race home and immediately got too writing my next story and after finishing my 6 page story felt with the most horny story I think i've ever written I send it to him and close my laptop.

I hop in the shower then get ready for bed when my phone rings as I got to turn off my bed side lamp .

it's an unknown number but I decide to pick it up .

hello ?

Hello ms y/l/n

its him ... how the fuck did he get my number

professor sturniolo... how did you get my number?

We have your emails and numbers on a sheet when your in our classes

oh... well what can I do for you

you can get in your car and drive to the address I just sent you

w-what are you... its 2 am right now

y/n ... you better be in your fucking car in the next 5 minutes or you'll stay after for the next 6 classes

what - why i'm in bed in my pajamas right now you think I can get ready in 5 minutes I say frantically freaking out .

I don't care what you look like all I know is that if I don't see your car pull up in the next 30 minutes I will be angry... you don't want to make me angry do you

n-no sir

good then get your ass out of bed and start driving here

then he hangs up leaving me confused and intrigued .

I know if I get in the car there will be no going back from anything that happens tonight… but I want it more than anything .

As my keys turn and the engine roars a smile breaks upon my face …

Professor sturniolo here I come

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Hi, as someone who is going to be in their first year of college this fall, I'm curious about the note taking part

Is physical or digital note taking easier?

Is spending money on a laptop nessesary?

What is something you wish you would've done differently during your first year?

Do you have any advice?

If by any chance you see this, your blog and your aesthetic are amazing!

I'm wishing you a wonderful day/night.

If you do decide to reply, thank you in advance <3

helloo! sorry for the late reply & thank u for the ask! :)

ive tried both and i think i prefer handwritten notes, however they both have their pros and cons:

handwritten pros

proven to be better for retaining information

can't get distracted by other tabs

lighter to carry

costs less than a laptop

i've had some classes where we weren't allowed to use laptops so it's good to already be used to taking notes this way

cons:

much slower. sometimes i find im missing stuff and i have to go back to it at the end

have to print out diagrams etc if u want to include them

could possibly lose them, spill something etc

not enough space on desk for both laptop and notebook so u can't get slides up or google something

digital pros:

much quicker

easier to organise & pull up different notes at any time - u don't need to carry around or find older notebooks to be able to study or refer back to past classes

some people make notes directly onto the slides which u would have to print out if u wanted to do by hand

can also use for research and writing essays which u will need a computer for at some point so might as well do everything in one place

cons:

expensive

more stressful if u lose or break it

if u forget to charge it and u don't have paper .......

this upcoming year, im using a combination. most of the time i'll handwrite my notes, but for classes where they talk too quickly i'll type them (it's not worth the stress & extra time having to go back to recordings after). my notes for readings will be annotated straight onto the pdf. i'll be taking pictures of notes to put them all together.

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unfortunately, i think it is because you'll need computer access to research and write ur essays, as well as to find course information etc. HOWEVER some universities (most?) have laptops that u can borrow and computers in the library, so if u know that you'll be motivated enough to get up and do all of ur work on campus, you could save this cost - bare in mind when u move off campus after first year it might be even harder. definitely look into this if cost is an issue for you! it doesn't need to be a fancy one if u do buy a laptop though, just remember u'll be carrying it around so don't get a super heavy one!

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as for something i wish i'd done differently: as a sociology student, none of my classes have exams where i have to memorise things, instead it's all essay based. this led me to not 'study' i guess ??? like the stuff that i wrote my essays on, i knew like the back of my hand, but everything else i couldn't remember well. so if ur taking an essay based subject, remember that u still need to study a little & remember these things !! i was so overwhelmed tbh that i forgot about this oopsie!

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extra advice:

when people say that after u skip one class, u'll skip the rest THEY. MEAN. IT. literally try so hard not to miss class bc you will never go again if u do. my classes would start off with not enough seats for everybody and end up with just a handful of us by the end of term.....

make time for urself !! it can become all consuming, especially if u live on campus, but pls make some dedicated time away from studying !!

u will find ur friends eventually. pls remember that it won't last or be that fun if u stick with friends who u don't have that much in common with just bc they were the first u met. tell me why i was going to bars and clubs with people in first term bc that;s what they wanted to do ????? it's ok to move onto different people bc u will eventually get tired of doing these things u don't like just to be able to hang out with people !! now i go to bookstores and cafes with my new friends and i love it!! don't settle !!

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darling-i-read-it · 2 years

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Your Turn

The Grabber (Albert Shaw) x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: i do NOT condone his actions at all in the movies obvi this is fiction and should be treated as such, the reader has some form of stockholm syndrome for sure, the reader is naked but there’s no sexual acts but there’s kind of an undertone, talks about suicide (as an option but not as a serious consideration), kidnapping, uh..al

Author’s Note: *slowly walks into the room* hey…. He is currently everything to me im sorry if you just followed me after stranger things season 4. This is unfortunately. The norm. (ethan hawke as a MURDERERRRR. Why must I write my best and favorite works for murderers. Why can’t I be normal)

Summary: You’ve been kidnapped by the grabber but you were not in his demographic and you have been there for two weeks which for him…is a very long time

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

The air was stale. It had been stale for what felt like forever. Sometimes, when the door in front of you opened, you would get a rush of cool air. It would circulate. He always left the door open while he was standing there, talking to you. You imagined it was because he needed an out in case you started to get testy.

You never did.

He was getting frustrated.

You began to look forward to the circulation of air. The movement through the room, the breathing in of the cool outside air. You could tell what the day was going to look like through the window but you could never taste the rain or feel the sun.

You were sitting below the phone. The chord had been ripped off. You thought maybe, someone before you had tried to hang themselves with it. It’s what you might’ve thought about, had you been desperate. But for some reason, you weren't desperate yet.

You hadn’t expected to be a victim of the grabber. He had only been picking up teen boys. You, a young adult girl, never thought you would’ve been next. But here you were, sitting on the dirty mattress, staring at the door, willing it to move.

Rush.

Like he had heard you thinking, the door clicked. You perked up, putting your palms flat underneath you. You were hungry and you were tired. He walked inside, unfortunately empty handed. He was wearing a mask that covered his mouth today but not his eyes. That was different.

“Good morning,” you whispered. Your throat was dry so your voice cracked. He seemed sympathetic to that, head tilting a bit, eyes softening.

“Did you just wake up?” he questioned quietly, slightly disappointed. He would hate to have missed your sleep. You looked so peaceful when you were dozing, lips slightly parted and face serene. Like nothing wrong could ever happen to you.

Nevertheless, you shook your head.

“I thought it was morning by the light,” you said. You moved your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them. You tried to make yourself small so he really had to stare at you to grasp any kind of reaction you had.

“It isn’t.”

“Must be an odd weather day then,” you said, shrugging.

You had been here for two weeks yesterday. The longest he had ever kept any single person in the basement alive. He wasn’t sure why he had kept you. You had surely never come up to visit him when he left the door open and he usually got frustrated when it took too long. The papers had printed your face, your name, your family's worries. But still, you stayed. You made no attempt to leave.

It wasn't’ because you had no will to live.

Maybe, some sick twisted part of you just liked it. Liked having someone make decisions for you. Bring you food, watch over you while you slept. You felt disgusted every time you thought about it but you were delirious from the lack of light and the shock had worn off a week ago.

You were here now.

The two of you stood in silence for a moment, observing each other. You cleared your throat, rubbing your nose with your sleeve.

“Are you here to kill me?”

“No,” he said, voice gravely but certain. The thought truly hadn’t even crossed his mind when he opened the door. He didn’t really have a reason. He walked down the stairs as he would’ve if he was visiting a friend staying in the basement of his house. It was only when the door opened that he realized he had to have a reason.

You shifted awkwardly.

“Can I ask you for something?” you questioned. He raised an eyebrow. You hadn’t actually asked him for anything. You hadn’t demanded to be let go or asked for food or water.

“Yes.”

“Can I have a change of clothes? Any clothes will do.”

You had started to feel like mold was growing in your sleeves, even though you knew that was unrealistic. The sweat and grime of your capture had worn off on your jeans. You could feel the weight of the entire two weeks by the way your shirt rested on your shoulders.

While he thought of an answer, you admired his face. You usually only saw the bottom half, if anything. You normally didn’t see his hairline at all. You supposed, in another world, you may have found him attractive.

You supposed, maybe you did in this world too.

He walked up to you and you made no move to shrink more. He sat on the side of the bed and thought.

Max wasn’t home. He had gone ‘bowling’, which Al was almost certain was code for buying more drugs. When he went off he usually left for an hour or two. Regardless, he was very loud when he came home. The dog barked, the door slammed shut, Max called into the house about some absurd story he had been making up the entire way home.

The Grabber wasn’t sure if it was curiosity of you or of his limits but he made his decision then.

“Follow me.”

He stood up again and you were almost certain you had just screwed yourself. Any kind of relationship you felt you had with this man would end in your untimely death.

Warily, you stood. Your feet felt wobbly as you followed him to the door. He didn’t pause when he walked through it but you did. You looked to him for guidance, for reassurance. He turned back once he had walked a few steps up.

He nodded, gesturing for you to follow.

“I promise nothing bad will happen to you.”

Your feet creaked on the steps. You looked around the house. Your mind told you to find things to attack him maybe, to call someone for help, to signal for attention. But you followed him without acting on any of those impulses. You thought of those scary movies where the person always messed it up for themselves.

What if they just did what they were told?

He led you through a hallway and to a bathroom. There were no windows. It was small, the toilet cramped between the shower and the sink. It was, however, homely. It was something you would find at a friend's house. Foregin but not unwelcome.

“You can’t bathe alone,” he said, the threat back in his voice. Your breath hitched a bit as he put his hand on your back. “Surely you know that.”

“Of course.”

You weren’t sure what that included but you didn’t argue. He started the water and you realized you weren’t showering at all, like you had dumbly figured. You were taking a bath.

You watched his movements. He was wearing a short sleeve shirt today. You could scratch him, people would notice. He knew this. You knew this.

Testing the waters of trust.

You moved slowly as you sat on the edge of the bathtub, placing your hand under the water. He put his hand underneath yours and your remnants of the running stream trickled onto his. It was an oddly intimate moment where you both just sat there, feeling at the water got warmer and then stopping when it was perfect.

He stood up and you cleared your throat, unsure of what exactly he wanted you to do.

“What are you doing?” you asked, as he moved to the door.

“Getting you clothes silly.”

He left the room, leaving the door wide open. You looked back to the water and stuck your hand in it, relishing in the feeling of it under your fingers. You could already feel the crust leaving your skin.

Al stood beside the door for a moment, watching in the mirror to see what you would do. You didn’t even stare at the door for a second longer than you should’ve. You just looked back to the bath.

You trusted him, if not somewhat. He wasn’t sure what that made him feel but he grabbed you clothes regardless. He placed some on the counter. The water was rising slowly.

“Do you have a name I can call you?” you asked, looking up at him.

“It’s not important.”

“But I’ve just been calling you Grabber in my mind. It doesn’t seem like a very realistic name,” you admitted. Extending an olive branch. “You know my name. I told you when you asked.”

You had. You hadn’t lied to him at all in fact, from what he could tell.

“Let’s play a game,” he said. “While we wait.”

“Sure.”

“I ask you a question and you have to answer truthfully. You can ask me a question and I’ll answer truthfully,” he suggested. There were some things about you he was dying to know. A promise of a transaction just might get it out of you.

“How will you know if I’m lying?”

“I’ll know.” The tone of his voice reminded you once again that this man had kidnapped you.

“Alright. You start then.”

He sat across from you, resting on the covered toilet seat. You were close, knees almost touching in the cramped space.

“What is your mothers name?”

“Y/M/N,” you said, easily. “That’s a silly question.”

“Say I’m testing the waters.” He knew the answer. It was in the papers.

“My turn.” You breathed deeply. “What’s your name?” He knew that was going to be it yet he hadn’t prepared for it. He could lie but he had promised honesty. You were giving him honesty after all.

“Al.”

“Al,” you said, testing the name on your lips.

“Do you trust me?”

You paused, pursing your lips. You trusted him not to leave you there to die. You trusted that he would be back. You trusted that he would bring you food before you starved.

“I think in some way, yes, yes I do Al.” You pointed slowly at the mask over his mouth. “Why do you wear that?”

“I like it,” he said. “Are you going to get undressed for me?”

Your lips parted and you cleared your throat, looking down at the water. It was almost full already. It seemed to be going so slow a moment ago.

“Yes,” you said. “I did…ask for this after all,” you said, allowed to try and convince yourself. He turned off the water and you took a deep breath. You had a mixture of emotions as you started to discard your shirt. Embarrassment but also relief. You desperately wanted it off you. You cleared your throat with insecurity and put it gently on the counter. He was watching you. He made no attempt to hide it.

You shimmied off your pants and then were left in your undergarments. You watched him as he gazed at you. You suddenly felt a warmth in your stomach, a familiar pleasant feeling at the behest of his stare. You had his full attention.

You took off the last pieces of your clothes and without hesitation stepped into the bath. You sunk into it and let out an involuntary breath of relief. The warm water felt amazing on your aching bones. You almost forgot he was there.

He shifted and you looked back up at him. Previously you were at eye level with him while sitting but you were now far below him.

“Thank you,” you said and you meant it. He knew you meant it.

He nodded, adjusting his pants and feeling his mask particularly constricting. You started to get your hair wet but he grabbed your wrist.

You watched him as he started to gently get your hair wet, pouring water over your head. He was careful not to get it in your beautiful eyes.

“It’s my turn,” you said. “Why me?”

That had been the question he was asking himself as well. He wasn’t sure how to answer. He put some shampoo in his hands and gently put it in your hair.

“I don’t know,” he said quietly.

You suddenly became overwhelmed with the feeling to discard his mask and kiss him. Feeling immediately ashamed you looked back down at the water.

“Why haven’t you left?” he asked. The feeling of his fingers running through your scalp was distracting. They were thick and strong. He must work some sort of construction job maybe? Or moving boxes at least.

“I think…I think I like you,” you said honestly. “Are you a construction worker?” He scoffed at the quick change in momentum.

“No.” In fact, he was lightly laughing at it. The sound of his surprise made you laugh a bit too.

“Your fingers are strong is all,” you explained.

He nodded and started to rinse your hair out.

“Finish up and get dressed,” he said, desperately needing a moment to himself. Unless you clawed out the damn wall, you would be okay locked in there while he stood outside the room. You nodded at him and watched him leave. You sat there, practically drowning yourself in the warm water until it got cold. Then you took the towel and washed yourself off, putting on the clothes laid out for you.

Cardigan and slacks. Comfortable.

You knocked on the door. He opened it slowly and gestured for you to follow him. You ddi as you were told, walking back down the dreaded basement stairs. The door reopened and you were back. You walked past him onto your mattress.

“Thank you,” you said again because you didn’t think he really heard you the first time. Overwhelmed with unfamiliar feelings, he nodded. He turned to leave but stopped, turning around.

“What did you mean by like?”

“I meant like Al,” you said honestly. You snatched up your turn after his question.

“Will you…will you stay a bit? You don’t have to sit with me but just…sit.” He looked at you. Helpless, at his mercy. Listening to his orders and not kicking up a fuss.

After a moment he didn’t nod or shake his head, he just shut the door with the both of you inside. You had moved through a lot of trust in a short amount of time. He started to walk to sit against the wall and then detoured. He sat at the foot of the mattress while you sat against the wall. He turned to face you.

You lightly smiled.

“It’s your turn Al.”

“Alright honey. Lemme think of a question.”

#the grabber x reader #the grabber imagines #the grabber black phone x reader #the black phone imagines #albert shaw x reader #albert shaw imagines #black balloons tag

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froggibus · 1 year

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Valentine's Day HCs - Obey Me! Brothers

Includes: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Belphegor

Summary: how your favorite boy would treat you on valentine's day

CW: GN! reader, pure fluff

i wrote these at like 2am just before i passed out so if there's typos im sorry !! if you guys liked these, consider checking out the other ones i wrote!

Valentine's Day Masterlist

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Lucifer:

bro is the Rizzler

seriously though he knows what Valentine’s Day is and he knows exactly what to do to win your heart

probably waits until the last minute to ask you (he’s so excited he forgot)

he somehow manages to get all of his brothers out of the house for the night

and picks up a super nice bouquet of flowers on his way home!!

decorates the kitchen table with the vase of flowers and yummy smelling candles

then starts cooking dinner for the two of you!!

you dress nicely and settle in at the table while he cooks, asking him about his day

he serves you his food and it’s super yummy

also pours you some wine to have with dinner

the two of you have a nice, intimate dinner and chat over your food

after dinner, he invites you back to his room to watch a movie

you guys cuddle up together and watch cheesy rom coms

“Happy Valentine’s Day, y/n, I hope we get to spend many more together.”

Mammon:

this man’s tsundere ass pretends like he doesn’t care about Valentine’s Day

honestly he probably pretends like he doesn’t know what it is in general

but internally he’s an absolute softie and all he wants is to celebrate love with his human!!!

doesn’t say anything about it until he sees you upset one day

“y/n?? what’s wrong??? do I need to kill someone????”

you’re just upset that you’re not even home for Valentines Day, and that you’re all alone and this is just a big, fat reminder

“I mean, if it’s *that* big of a deal to you, I guess I can be your Valentine. it’s stupid, anyway.”

you’re so overjoyed you give the dork a hug

now queue Mammon bending over backwards to make you happy

he goes out and buys a ton of treats from your favorite cafe for you!!

brings them to you after work and his heart almost implodes from how happy you get

but that’s not all

he takes you out to a cute little lowkey club

drinks cosmos with you and talks about all the stuff he (pretends) he doesn’t care about

totally dances with you too!! his face is red the whole time and he swears up and down it’s only to keep other weirdos away

you make him take cute pictures with you in the photo booth too

the pictures don’t end up printing and you’re sad :(((

but the next day he shows up with a copy of them

“look, I know you were all sad about the pictures or whatever so I went back to get them for you. but don’t be showing anyone these, ok?? I don’t want it ruining my rep.”

(also he definitely has a secret copy of the original pictures in his wallet that he takes everywhere)

Leviathan:

he’s seen Valentine’s Day be celebrated in tons of anime and he’s always thought it was so cute

and he always wanted to celebrate it but he never had anyone except his brothers, and no other demons found interest in the holiday

when he first meets you, that’s one of the first things he thinks and he already has this whole elaborate fantasy of what you’ll do together

he’s way too shy and embarrassed to admit it

he definitely sends you a cute little e-card asking you to be his Valentine and then proceeds to shut his phone off for the next six hours so he can’t see your rejection

you actually get so worried you knock on his door to check on him and the otaku comes out all red faced and shy

you ask what happened and he’s all pouty about it :((

“I don’t blame you for not wanting a gross otaku like me for your Valentine. I don’t even know anything about Valentines!”

stop him before he gets embarrassed and hide again!!!

with some gentle coaxing and lots of reassurance, he’ll be almost good as new

asks if you really want to be his Valentine and gets so happy when you agree

you leave for a bit while he gets ready and when you come back, he’s ordered takeout and has an anime marathon ready for the two of you!!

you cuddle up to him and bed and share takeout containers while watching his favorite anime

at one point you get sleepy and lean your head on his shoulder

he forgets how to breathe

sends you a cute little text after

“thank you for being my Henry, y/n <3 and giving me the best VDay ever!!! maybe normie stuff isn’t so bad after all”

Satan:

he’s definitely read about Valentine’s Day in books

and much like Levi as soon as you met, the thought of spending the day together brought a blush to his cheeks

unlike his brother though, he plans out everything ahead of time

he just straight up asks you if you want to go out with him, and he’s so casual about it that you have to ask if he knows what Valentine’s is

“of course I do, y/n. im asking you to be my Valentine”

you happily agree!!

he tells you to dress casual and the next day takes you to a cat cafe for lunch

you order some yummy food and delicious coffee while you wait for your turn to play with the cats

Satan is honestly like a kid in a candy store when he’s playing with them

like he’s practically tearing up over the little balls of fur

the two of you play with the cats and cuddle on the floor the whole time

after that, he takes you to a local bakery to pick out a treat to take home with you

when he takes you home, he takes extra care to walk you to your room

“today was great, y/n. my favorite person and my favorite animal? what a thrill.”

Asmodeus:

this is his day

he usually spends it with multiple partners, thriving on their lust and need to be loved

but from the minute he met you, he knew he wanted this one to be spent with you and only you

he’s been planning out the day for you guys for at least a month too

when he asks you to be his Valentine, he does it with white doves and a huge banner

you’re so flustered but you immediately say yes!!!

wakes you up early on Valentine’s Day and takes you out for a super yummy breakfast

probably some fancy little cafe with parfaits and macarons and crepes

after breakfast, he takes you to a salon for mani pedis and blowouts!! he wants you feeling as confident and beautiful as possible when he takes you out later

then you guys go to the mall and he picks out an outfit for you!!

something really cute and kinda dressy, but perfect for the club

you guys have a light dinner and some pre drinks at home before getting ready

he insists on getting you ready and treating you like his little doll

then he takes you to his favorite club

it’s super busy for Valentine’s Day, and they’re only serving pink and red drinks

everyone gets a wristband sorting them by relationship status too!

Asmo dances with you all night, bringing you yummy drinks to sip on

definitely posts videos of you guys on his Devilgram stories so that everyone can see how cute his human looks <33

probably has to carry you home cause you’re so tired from dancing/the drinks

does your skincare routine for you and tucks you into bed

“have a goodnight, darling. thank you for giving me a Valentine's Day that was absolutely divine.”

Beelzebub:

Beel probably had no clue what Valentine’s Day is tbh

he learns about it when he hears one of his brother’s talking about it and then starts to wonder if maybe you wanted to celebrate

he doesn’t really understand the concept of it but A for effort

he asks you if you want to go out to dinner with him and you just assume it’s normal for him

but when you see him all dressed up you realize what he meant by that!!

he’s so cute it makes your heart melt

he takes you to a pretty nice restaurant with intimate lighting and a nice patio!!

he even tries to eat slower and gentler so he doesn’t scare you off

he even shares his dessert with you!!!

takes you for a walk after dinner and holds your hand

if you get cold he totally gives you his jacket too!

he’s thankful it’s dark so you can’t see how red his face is

“I know you‘re probably used to a lot better Valentine’s Days then this one, but I just wanted you to be able to feel a little slice of home while you’re here.”

Belphegor:

does not give a fuck about Valentine’s Day

like he can’t even pretend to care

you were kinda hoping he would do something for you even tho you thought your crush was unrequited

but obviously he doesn't and he goes straight to bed after school

you’re a little upset and you shed a few tears :((

Beel notices but doesn’t say anything to you, however he marches into their room and shakes his brother awake

Belphie reminds him that he doesn’t care about stupid human traditions

but Beel counters him by saying he cares about you

He hates that his twin is right

brings you a pretty bouquet of supermarket flowers and knocks on your door

when he sees your red nose and eyes he feels guilty

asks if you’ll come with him to go stargazing!!

the two of you lay down on a blanket together and look up at the stars

it’s cold so Belphie wraps an arm around you and let’s you lay your head on his shoulder

he’s like a human furnace tbh

you fall asleep so he carries you home

“I’d pretend to care about all of your human traditions if it means I get to spend more time with you.”

#obey me fic #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me x you #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader #demon brothers x reader #shall we dare obey me

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curlyangelsblog · 1 year

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Heyyyy, I read your shiggy x reader and it was hot🥰🥰🥰

Can I get more shigaraki x reader smut plz and thank you🥺🥺 more first time rough sex with creampies💦💦💦💦

✿ Tomura Shigaraki x F!Reader - First Time ✿

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Genre : Smut

CW : smut , cussing. Loss of virginity, rough sex. Creampies

WC: 1.1k

(A/n: Thanks you so much for the request <3 And I LOVE writing / Reading first times with Tomura I just know he would come so much and he so nervous and rough with his baby but how could he resist your just so cute :) )

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It was rather late at night you were in the kitchen getting something to drink. You had your pj‘s on, a tank top and some short shorts. Not to worried any of the leauge members would see you. Until you heard a door open and your boyfriend shigaraki also made his way into the kitchen. You smiled at him he he came up to you and you swung your arms around his neck pulling him into a kiss. You guys have bee dating for a few months and haven’t done anything besides kissing. You could tell he was kinda shy and still scared to touch you.

„What are you doing up so late“ he ask with his sleepy voice. You loved his voice it made you press your thighs together.

„Couldn’t sleep“

Was all you said pressing another kiss onto his chapped lips. He was still a little insecure but you made sure to let him know you didn’t mind. He ran his gloved hands down your sides pulling you in by your waist. You could feel his dick print against your stomach. You decided to rub your stomache against his shaft. Biting your lip smiling up at him.

He pressed you against the fridge kissing you roughly massaging your sides and groping your ass. Making you moan into the kiss giving him the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. Before it could escalate you pulled away taking his arm and pulling him into his bedroom. He got the hint and closed the door pressing you against it going back to kissing you. Kissing down your neck and running his hands up your tank top touching your breasts. He slid his knee in between your legs pushing against your clothed core. You bit his lip moaning his name. You guys have never gone further than him groping you so you moaning his name grinding down on his knee made him rock hard. He lifted up your top and kissed your breasts. He slid your pants down snapping the band of your cute lace underwear. You reached out to unbuckle his belt and pulling down his pants. He lifted your one leg pulling your panties to the side rubbing your clit. This made you throw your head back moaning.

„Does ist feel good“ he ask his head buried into your neck sucking on it.

„Y-yes baby“ your whimperd into his ear making him weak in the knees. You reached out and pulled down his boxers his large cock slapping against his toned stomach. You didn’t think it was that big it made you so wet.

„so big baby“ you said giggling touching it beginning to stroke it. What you didn’t expect is him biting down on your shoulder cumming all over your hand. Your eyes went wide smiling. Finding it quite cute knowing what effect you had on him. He threw his head against the door behind you letting out a quite „fuck“. You kissed his collarbone making him look at you. He was scared to look at you afraid of your reaction . He was beyond embarrassed he finally had his beautiful girlfriend all to himself and he came the second you just touched him.

„I-im sorry I didn’t mean to just felt so go-„ he started but you cut him off with a kiss.

„It’s fine baby it happens…you want to keep going.

You were trying to be understanding you really were but feeling your boyfriends breath on your skin his cum all over your hand and your clit unsatisfied you really needed him to try again. Especially after seeing how big he was. He picked you up and put you down on his desk. Taking off your panties and pulling you to the edge spreading your legs. He put his tip at your entrance and rubbed it up and down. He looked at you and ask to for permission to put it in. You nodded at him eagerly needing him to fill you up. You held onto him for support a little nervous at his size. But he kissed your temple slowly sliding in until he bottomed out. You both moaned out. Clawing your nails into his arm. Until you felt him shooting his cum into your tight walls. He grabbed your thighs letting his head fall onto your shoulder.

„Fuck I’m so sorry…if you want to leave it’s fine You probably think I‘m a-„

„B-baby you don’t see me mhh leaving do you. Please mh ughh try again“. He looked at you in shock his dick going harder inside of you then before. He could see your brows furrow and biting lip.

„You sure you ehm ok“

„Yes yes please fuck me baby…your just so big“ you whined out. And at that he snapped his hips into yours making you scream out. He snapped his hip into you a few times again until he came again. His cum leaking out of your cunt. But this time he didn’t stop. He continued fucking you through his orgasm making you squirm in his hold. You clawed at his bicep at how hard he was thrusting in and out of you. Your juices mixing making such lewd noises. Your moans getting loader. And the way you clamped down on him he knew you were close.

He laid his hand on your stomache feeling him inside you hitting all your sweat spots. He took his large thumb rubbing circles on clit making you scream his name and throwing your head back. You squeezed him with your legs cumming on his cock. He slowed his thrusts down resting his forehead on yours.

He picked you back up laying you down on the bed putting your legs on his shoulders. Smirking down at you pushing his cock deep into you making you cross your eyes.

“You feel so good baby want me to fill you up again huh?”

He chuckled knowing he already filled you up twice with his cum still leaking out of you running down your legs.

“Yes tomu Please fill me up again”

He continued thrusting into you groping your breast and pinching your nipples. He loved the faces that you made. Knowing he’s the one making you feel this good. He could feel that you were close again he was too so he started pounding into you harder than before. Tears were forming at your eyes. You’re chanting quite little “please”.

He bit into your shoulder as you both were coming at the same time. Filling you up for the third time this night with his hot sticky cum. He thrusted into a few more times before pulling out and dropping himself next to you. He pulled you on top and asked if you were ok. His cum was leaking out onto his sheets and your breathing slowed down. You let out a little yes before you fell asleep cuddled into his chest.

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