#it's not nearly has fleshed out as it's gonna end up

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

Hi friends started the Tattoo Artist!Sero fic! Here's a rough, rough, lil snippet cause who knows how long this will take me 😅😅

Sero has always loved to draw, even when he was a little kid. What started as small doodles, those that filled his notebooks more than his writing and school work, turned into piles and piles of sketchbooks that were filled with intricate drawings. 

He remembered being little, using washable markers to doodle fun patterns and designs on the arms of his friends, remembering how most recess breaks were filled with doing a doodle request for a number of fellow classmates. To being older, and having those same classmates come up to him to see if they could utilize his skills to make projects look nicer. To even being in college, a prestigious art school, and having people beg him to make a tattoo design; willing to pay lots of money so they could forever have a drawing of his on their skin.

And that sparked something inside him. A passion to turn a hobby into a career.

It took years and years of effort, of schooling, of practicing, of littering his skin with designs both good and bad (and subsequently spending more time fixing his faults), and then drawing on the bodies of those that were not always ideal, but Hanta Sero finally achieved his goal, and somewhat his childhood dream and hobby, into a reality. He finally owned his own tattoo parlor.

He found a little shop within the city, perfect enough for him and a few of his friends to call their own, to create their own brand, and to make their own living. It was a little run down, but after a few weeks of intense TLC, and an inspection, it was good enough to start accepting patrons; and boy, there were a lot of them.

Word got around that he was finally opening his own shop, to accept clients and create art on their skin that they would enjoy for a lifetime, and so many jumped on the chance. Some were people he had known for years, eagerly awaiting another drawing of ink, and some were those that saw his work on his many social pages that wanted to add another to their growing collections. Whatever the case was, once he turned on the neon ‘open’ sign on the day of opening, he and his friends were booked for months in advance.

And the cherry on top of all of this? Was the bookstore that sat just across the street from him. Not because he was into books, though he did read from time to time, but because of the owner that bookshop had. He couldn’t deny that he thought you were pretty when he first caught sight of you through his window after closing on his first day; and he couldn’t deny that he would wait with anticipation until you closed shop and were on your way home just so he could get a glimpse of your cute face.

hope you like it~

#it's not nearly has fleshed out as it's gonna end up #but it do be something #will i be bale to get it out in time for my birthday #who knows~ #🔮.the peddler writes #mha sero #sero drabble #sero x reader

[shadowinthetreesbutcooler]

red team are FULLY going feral im so here for it, cellbit vouching for cannibalism and getting excited, baghera wanting to build a dirt shack and everyone wanting to crawl into a cave and chase people through the woods

#qsmp #qsmp liveblogging #end of the event the other two teams are gonna have interpersonal conflicts to worry about #meanwhile red are having trouble being reintroduced to their own society because they went completely rabid #if they do get all the eggs back chayanne and tallulah watching their dad burrow even further into the wall and snarl and hiss at people as #they approach #missa's avoiding own home at first not just for fear of being a burden on his husband and family now but bc he hasnt had his rabies shot #cellbit gets EVEN WORSE somehow and roier dives down the rabbit hole with him not because purgatory made him feral but bc it made him #bloodthirsty and he loves his husband ESPECIALLY at his worst #leo gets back and doesnt notice a change at first bc her dad always barks at ppl and wants to hunt bbh for sport but the eating ppl is new. #if pomme finds out her mother nearly gave up on saving her shes distraught until she sees the state of baghera #living in a dirt shack and eating human flesh #charlie gets back to eggxile with a new craving for human flesh and a new distrust for codeflippa bc hes said it out loud now and knows in #his heart its not her but how can he let go when he has nothing but her and the other cannibal freaks he trauma bonded with in purgatory #jaiden would be more upset about cellbit killing fed workers but by the end of the 2 weeks she gets him a little now. shed never turn on th #federation ofc but she gets it a little bit. #and differences aside green and red have all bonded now over a shared murderous rage towards bbh lmao #pac is afraid not only of cellbit but all of red now. too afraid to leave the lab. #you get the jist its 2am im going to bed lmao #(lying) #qsmp spoilers

[atreldes]

“Forget a footnote or a chapter— I want the whole fucking history book!”

A moodboard for my @infamous-if mc Rorie Rose, she/her, lead singer of electronic/synth rock band rising//sinking.

#i need to make a playlist but the bands vibes are very much in line with infected mushroom's cover of black velvet #no but genuinely infamous is the funnest if demo i've read in a long time & i'm super excited for more #think i'm gonna go for seven's route first ft not realizing you're in love until it's too late #or maybe g... or august... idk yet actually i love every single ro so far *sobs* #misc facts abt rorie: Knows she's one of the best singers around you can't tell her otherwise. #says shit like 'oh come on i was /born/ to be a rock star it's basically written on my birth certificate' #but is actually really nice & polite lmao she's just very self assured #def told seven they'd be bigger than the beatles & was only half kidding #the r & s in the band name is the name is absolutely a reference to rorie & seven & she voted to keep it a duet #always ends up taking her shoes off on stage b/c she always wears heels & regrets it afterward b/c she's a jump all over the stage singer #loves to be a pest to orion but really respects him & his opinion deep down #low-key a flirt but doesn't really realize it + is very physically affectionate. Will sit on nearly anybody's lap if no chair is available #(she doesn't sit in chairs properly anyway lol. always wants to be on the counter or something) #(*kitty foreman voice* she likes to feel tall) #toes the fashion line between bohemian & whimsigoth- if it's got a skirt & looks like something a 70s era groupie would have worn? she's in #has multiple ear piercings mirrored nostrils a septum & a vertical labret. silver girlie. #idk just random little bits! slowly fleshing her out & obvi more will come as the story progresses ^^ #if: infamous

[backwzzds]

Plug!Zoro x Black Reader. It’s literally 4 am right now and I cannot get him off my mind like just imagine him pulling up and his dark green hellcat for a late night drop but really he’s trying to give you more than just weed 😵‍💫

i never even thought of plug!zoro omg…cuz u onto sum!

like literally i can imagine zoro being that chilled n laid back typa plug. unlike eren or even connie, not a lot of people even know that he sells. he’s the type of plug that has like a set list of customers, and the only way you could cop from him is if one of his already-customers vouched for you to him.

it’s not that he’s scared of getting caught or anything, zoro can give less than a shit about that. but he just didn’t like having his business out there like that. in addition, he didn’t even mean to become a trustworthy ‘plug’ in the first place when his dumb ass accidentally ended up growing some fire ass weed one night. this is purely a hobby for him, one he just happens to make mad bread from!

you on the other hand would be on zoro’s client list through his close friend robin. you forgot how you even got close with him, but that’s how long you’ve known zoro. you could hit him up at any time at night and best believe that blacked out, tinted, emarald green scat pack would be parked outside your house within the half hour.

you couldn’t help but open the door for zoro before he even had the chance to walk in like he usually found himself doing. there was some sexual tension there, you both knew that. but you knew yourself well enough to know that if you gave yourself to zoro, you were never getting your soul back.

“hey mama.”

“man, bout time you got my shit.” the drug dealer gives you a lopsided grin before briefly smiling, flashing you the shiny gold of his canine grill piece. zoro holds up a back and smirks at you. this man would be so fine with the way he’d pat your ass the moment you turned around to let him inside the house.

with a little jump from his grip on you, you playfully roll your eyes at him before taking a seat on the couch. with a small joke, you tease, “31 minutes to get here, that mean my bud free?”

“tch,” the man gives you a quick suck of his teeth as he rests his gun on your coffee table before grabbing your rolling tray and pouring bud on it. “you always get this shit for free, don’t even play with me.” you giggle and throw your feet on his lap underneath the tray as you watch him roll up for the night. “we testing six tonight?”

“are you trying to kill me?” you gasp.

“nah, not when i can do something else,” zoro teased, not even looking in your eyes as he started to seal the first blunt with his saliva. but he doesn’t miss the way your brown cheeks flush a deep red and you look away from his pretty face. he chuckles at your nervousness around him. you were so cute.

six said blunts in, and you were both gone. here you were, perched nearly in zoro’s lap as you yapped his ear off.

“nah, cuz i see the way you be lookin’ at her,” you teased, recalling the memory of some mutual friend of yours, flirting with zoro.

“yeah, so?” zoro teased. “she’s annoying as shit. don’t want her.”

you gasp loudly before giggling. “zee! that’s so mean!”

zoro chuckled, “i didn’t say anything wrong. besides, i got someone else being a pain in my ass right now. i’m good with that,” his voice drops an ovtave as he shoves his face in the crook of your neck. your hand can’t help but fly to his green hair and run your fingers through it.

“damn, imma pain in your ass huh?”

“fine as fuck too,” zoro muttuers, kissing along your neck. “you gonna let me give you sum’n besides bud tonight?”

your breath falters as you feel zoro move his kisses as his hands traveled all over your body. his large hands find their way underneath your pajama shirt and they grip at the fat of your tit, possessively squeezing the flesh in his hand. “yeah? what?”

“could give you dick or head. your pick, mama.” between your legs nearly tingle at his reserved nickname for you. soon after, zoro’s kisses trail across your face as he’s pecking all over your lips. “‘m stayin’ the night either way though.”

you can’t help but test your influence over the plug by teasing him. “ion know, you me playing round. how i know you don’t just wanna fuck me and dip?”

zoro rolls his eyes and slowly shoves his hands down your pajama shorts, finding your already wet heat. with a lopsided smirk, he looks at you malevolently. “yeah, i think you’d like it if i stayed tonight too.”

“nah i don’t think my nigga’ll like that,” you tease, just pulling his leg. at the sight of his glock laid out against your coffee table, you add, “he got a gun you know. like to shoot people. like real scary shit.”

zoro can’t help but smile into your skin as he pulled you into him. “he sure do.”

“oooh, fuck!” you’re damn near struggling to breath as zoro has you split against his cock. “you’re reaching so deep, daddy.”

“yeah, daddy reaching deep in that little pussy baby?” zoro teased as he gave you long and deep strokes. “tell him how much you like that shit mama.”

“so much, daddy. like it so much,” you cried, holding the back of your knees up as far as you could. “gonna cum soon.”

“i know baby, i know,” zoro mutters as he thumbs circles against your puffy clit. “gonna show you that this pussy’s all mine. ‘s all mine right? no one else’s?”

you’re breathing hard as you watch the site of where you two connect. “all yours, zee.” a white ring soon forms against the brownish base of zoro’s cock, highlighting the mix of both your arousals.

eventually, you begin to feel overstimulation peak your adrenaline, so out of instinct, you can’t help but rest your small hands on zoro’s pelvis not exactly pushing him away, but instead trying to relieve the own pressure between your legs.

“man move your hand,” zoro kissed his teeth, but you were too fucked out to even listen.

“‘s too much!” you whined.

ignoring your pleas, zoro gravs both your legs and rests them on your shoulders, watching as the gold anklet he bought you dangle by his ears. “mama move your hand or imma move that shit for you, don’t play with me.”

immediately, you move your hand but let out a sharp cry when zoro grips your hips tight and begins to drill your shit with no mercy. “o-oh my go—“

“can’t help you now, pretty.” zoro gave you his million dollar smirk as he began to rub your nipples between his fingers. “fuck, ‘m almost there baby. gonna cum soon.”

“gonna cum soon daddy?” you whine, grabbing his hand. zoro uses his free own to wrap around your neck, lightly squeezing as he watched you effortlessly submit to him.

“mhm,” zoro hummed, feeling the familiar knot tie in his stomach. gosh, he loved fucking you in missionary like this. he loved looking in your eyes and watching all the love you had for him just flow right down to the juices of your waterpark pussy.

it was rare that a smoke session with him didn’t turn into this man fucking you an inch from pure insanity. zoro was crazy and he proved it each time he stroked his dick deep inside you and flooded you with all of him.

“damn girl, this pussy’s so fuckin’ good,” the drug dealer muttered to himself. “all fuckin’ kine. no one’s fuckin’ you like this but me, ya hear?”

you immediately nod your head, finally feeling yourself cum against him. “i’m coming zee! i’m coming i’m com—!” your screams are cut short as your legs shook around zoro’s shoulders

“might be a little selfish and might just put a baby in you,” zoro smirked down at you. “you’d want that pretty? want me to fill you up and make you a mama?”

“yes,” you whined, feeling your energy slowly drain as you continued to cream against him and the sheets. “please come in me, zoro!”

“sure you want it baby? gotta use your words mama.” zoro bites down on his lip as he tries to hold himself back from drilling into you like a madman.

“mhm, yes zee! cum in me please!”

the greenhead takes a deep breath as he feels his dick twitch inside your warm gummy walls. with the green light, he uses the last inch of stamina left in him to completely wreck you. “fucking hell, that’s it, mama. that’s it. just like that. milk me for all i fucking got—fuck!”

you’re left breathless as zoro fills you up and then some, his cum dripping out of your gaping hole and onto the sheets below you. with a collapse beside you, the plug pulls you into his chest and places chaste kisses all along your face.

#lora’s fics! ೄྀ࿐ #plug!zoro #plug zoro #plug zoro x black reader #plug zoro x reader #plug zoro x chubby reader #roronoa zoro x black reader #zoro x black reader #roronoa zoro x chubby reader #zoro x chubby reader #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x reader #one piece x black reader #one piece x black!reader #one piece x chubby reader #one piece zoro #zoro one piece #roronoa zoro smut #zoro smut

[xazse]

hear me out...fucking afab gojo in like canon au over his desk and him squirting all over important documents teehee (also like maybe add pussy slapping..its so hot idk why)

AFAB!GOJO x MALE!READER

Notes: pussyslapping really is hot

Pairings: Afab!Gojo x Male!Reader

Tags: Dom!Reader, Crying, pussyslapping, a little bit of manhandling, squirting

“Hold still Satoru, How are we supposed to make you feel even more good if you keep squirming” you inquire in his ear, he tries to answer you but is met by more aching pleasure.

Here you have him sat on your lap, legs spread wide open on either side of your legs, you have him in such an embarrassing, comprising postion. You’ve purposely made him face your desk, facing your important documents that meant a lot to your company.

Your cock is resting painfully under his ass, you’d been trying not to focus on yourself but instead on him, so far he’s only cum two times, that’s not nearly enough in your standards.

“Hnngh.. oh..” Satoru moans knock you out of your thoughts and begin fingering fucking his pussy again, starting the cycle again. He’s so incredibly wet: the slick sounds of you abusing his pussy has him starting up his crying again.

You remove your fingers from him and slap his clit roughly, “No crying remember? We agreed” he cries out while his body twitches upwards.

“My god Satoru, you sound like a fucking woman” you laugh out loud a little and continue your ministrations.

Slipping your fingers back into his cunt, you press a little deeper than before, stretching him out just a little more. He doesn’t know if he can take another orgasm, his body feels like it’s on fire, he can feel everything when you enter him, any attempt to relieve you is met with another harsh clap on his clit, it hurts so bad but he can’t find it in himself to ask you to stop.

He leans his head on your shoulder, looking up at you with so much adoration and love, he whines at you for a kiss, something to distract himself, you obliged, already starting to suck on his tongue lewdly, slurping sounds that make his pussy clench around your fingers. Soft breaths of air leave his lips every-time you part, but you quickly close the gap.

You’d figured it’s enough with the teasing and shift yourself to let your cock free, Satoru is still so impressed just by the size of you, you’re thick, when he had first heard so he expected you to be not so long but he was proven fairly wrong, you were just as long. That night you’d taken his virginity was painful and pleasurable.

You waste no time to filt your cock inside of him, it still hurts even with the two orgasms and how wet he is, you kiss him again to throw his mind somewhere else.

he’s quivering by the end of it, when your whole cock is nestled inside of him just right. You begin fucking up into him, fat cock pistoling into his sensitive hole.

“Feels so.. so good..” “hgnn-“ satoru babbles out. Tears decorate his waterline as you bounce him up and down your cock, you’re damn near abusing his pussy, using him as you would a flesh light, his cum from before is creating a thick ring around where you both meet.

His whole body quakes, you begin rubbing his clit just as roughly as you’re fucking him, as well as moving your fingers at the same pace, he tries to close his legs around the pleasure but you smack his clit again, a throaty whine is presented.

“I’m- im gonna..” “fu..fuck” his breathing speeds up and he’s trying to tell you he’s gonna cum, that he feels weird, everything feels so fucking weird. His legs twitch and he’s squirting, squirting all over your documents, papers, reports, all over your cock. His head is cloudy, he isn’t aware of what just happened, he can hear you scolding him: calling him nasty, a whore, gross all the names in the book, but you know that, that turned you on further, you stand up lifting him up as well.

You forcefully bend him on the desk he had just ruined, no mercy is given when you grab his hips and bounce him on your cock again. He’s just uselessly mewling, from this angle you stare at his swollen red pussy, you seem he needs to squirt one more time before you’re both satisfied.

#zsworks #gojo x reader #afab gojo x male reader #gojo x male reader #afab gojo #gojo smut #Afab gojo smut #jjk x male reader #jjk x reader

[lair-of-asmodeus]

Imagining...

Imagining an alchemy mishap happening when you failed to make a love potion with Rook...

You two ended up in an explosion of a powerful aphrodisiac along with a few more students...

You two end up in his room and you are in bed with your legs spread widely. Each time his cock brushes against that one spot in particular, it makes you see the stars. You close your eyes and cover your face as you do not want to make an embarrassing face in front of him. But with a powerful force, he pins your hands above your head.

“Will you allow me to see more of you, mon ange..?” He whispers in your ear and kisses your neck.

You nod as you You try to take more of him inside you as he watches your lustful expression carefully, studying it. He pushes in his cock more into you, penetrating your good spot. You nearly scream, but he muffles it with a kiss.

“Rook...” You gasp when his hand grabs at your ass, squeezing the flesh.

You feel all of him inside you, which makes your insides more wet and slick. He pulls you in a kiss again as he moves his hips in and out. He goes all the way in and out until the tip remains. In and out. In and out. Just like this.

You grab at his hair while wiggling your hips, wanting him to move faster. Understanding the nonverbal message, moving faster he does. Your wetness makes him move easier in and out of you.

His hips snap back at yours in the perfect rhythm, you even feel yourself thrust your hips into his cock. He licks his lips and looks at you with a smirk.

“Enjoying yourself.. non~?” He says as he goes even faster. Moans start to spill out of your mouth as you give in to the pleasure a bit.

“Want you to.. fuck me... Please... Rook...” You say, grabbing at his bedsheets while bracing yourself for anything that’s going to happen next.

He seductively whispers, causing your insides to twitch.

“As you wish~”

And his thrusts grow harsher with that. You grab at his shoulder with your free hand and you wrap your legs around his waist.

“...’m gonna... I’m.. gonna.. come... so bad..!!” You say before you actually reach your limit.

But he doesn’t stop.

Instead, he fucks you through your orgasm. Your body jolts in response as his cock keeps moving. He kisses your chest and smiles.

“Beau.. tiful..!” He says, “You’re so beautiful, mon amour..!”

You cum again, expelling a final cry by biting your lips.

“You’re taking me so well... I cannot help but... shower you with my affection...”

He kisses your shoulder and licks your ear, then he looks at your face.

Absolutely beautiful...

His tongue traces around the shell of your ear, causing you to shiver. His hands grab at your hips and he starts to thrust rougher.

“So beautiful... You are so beautiful to me..!”

He kisses you as you moan into his mouth and cum for the third time. You can feel his breathing getting harsher as he gives your hole faster and deeper thrusts.

Then you feel it.

You feel him filling you with his warm seed as his balls smack against you one more time. Your vision goes white for a moment as you feel like you’ve reached your peak once again.

He kisses away the tears that has formed at the corner of your eye. You pull him closer and hug him. He slowly pulls his cock out, his semen spilling out. You notice it’s still hard despite cumming earlier.

You want him to keep going...

Before you can say anything, he grabs one of your legs and puts it over his shoulder while lining his cock up to your entrance. Then he kisses your neck and seductively whispers.

“I am not done with you yet~”

And he sticks his cock into you, thrusting in the same spot that made you see stars.

“Rook, p-please..~” You sob out, “I can’t-- can’t do it..!”

You secretly want him to fuck you again.

...

And he isn’t the one to disappoint~

He grabs at your hips and starts to thrust inside you. Fast. You cry out his name as you try to retain your sanity, but your thoughts are quite hazy and it’s a little impossible for you to resist such temptation when he is making you feel this good.

#rook hunt smut #twisted wonderland smut #twst smut #rook hunt thirst

[darby-rowe]

maybe could we do a sub!coryo getting pegged by dom!reader and shes going super hard on him like spanking him,grabbing his hair and pulling him back against her cock? could we add some mommy kink in there too 🤭🤭

im so sorry i keep leaving my asks in the dust akskfks i write so slow im so sorry 😩

but anon this is such a hot idea. as a society we need to acknowledge the fact that coryo more than likely has a mommy kink

18+ | nsfw | mdni

cw mommy kink

coryo has a major attitude problem due to his unresolved trauma, and a common outlet he uses to vent his frustrations and express his emotions is letting you fuck the absolute shit out of him.

you can't recall how it happened the first time, but after coryo finally let you peg him, cooing in his face and calling him a good boy, he became obsessed with your silicone dick. and now you use this newfound kink as a way to 'tame' him when he's being exceptionally bratty.

you'd go out shopping in public, and you'd have to withstand coryo's complaining on how hot/cold it is outside, or how it's too crowded, or blah blah blah, etc. and by god did it get on your last nerve. was there anything in this world that coryo didn't complain about?

the last straw came and went whenever you wanted to try on a few dresses and coryo just let out the bitchiest sigh you ever heard. he didn't even say anything, and yet it made your blood absolutely boil.

so now fast forward and you have coryo on his knees in between your legs as you fuck his throat with your strap, watching his pretty blue eyes well up with tears as he gargles and gags on your silicone cock.

"that's it, baby," you purr, tangling your fingers in his soft blonde curls and guiding him back and forth on your dick. "such a nice little cocksucker, aren't ya? i guess those pretty lips are good for something else other than being a fucking brat,"

you softly wipe his tears away before plunging your cock down his throat, groaning at how hard he grips your thighs before letting him come up for air. and those wet baby blues of his never fail to get you going.

“say you love sucking my cock, brat,” you command, gripping tightly onto his hair. the whimper that emits from his throat has your knees feeling like water.

“i love…” he pants, gulping down saliva. “i love sucking your cock, mommy,”

absolutely delicious.

and one thing about coryo is that he is loud; especially when you have your cock balls-deep inside his ass, pulling him back by the hair and thrusting with everything you have. your pelvis smacks against the flesh of his ass, and he is nearly in tears from how rough you are. but it feels so, so good.

“mommy, please,” coryo babbles incoherently how good your cock feels inside him, or how you’re being too rough. his whimpers and mewls sound so fucking good coming from his swollen, spit-covered lips. “please, slow down. you’re so big. so deep. i can’t take it, mommy,”

“no, baby, you’re gonna take this cock like a good boy,” you pant, planting a hard smack! against the pale flesh of coryo’s ass. he lets out another whimper. “if you want me to slow down and be nicer, you’re gonna have to learn to not be such a fucking pompous brat. in the meantime, you’re gonna take my cock, and you’re gonna cum as many times as i see fit,”

and so you proceed to fuck him until he’s so dumb and blissed out that you can barely understand a word he’s saying — until he’s only repeating, “mommy, i can’t stop cumming”, and “my ass feels so good”, and “thank you, mommy”.

at the end of the night, you of course bring him the absolute best aftercare you can muster. you run him a bath, give him sweet kisses all over his pretty, tear-stained face, and make sure you tell him how much you really love him.

#coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow imagine #coriolanus snow smut #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #darbyrowe.ask #darbyrowe.doc

[stories-and-chaos]

Shrike pt 1

[Hazbin Hotel reader insert as Alastor’s “darling life and death partner” I did my best for an ace x ace relationship, based on personal experience. Both parties are moderately sex favorable since writing from my own experience is easiest, so I’m not sure if this counts as QPR. Written mostly in spite over all the Alastor smut. And overly innocent reader inserts. I don’t mind some smut but c’mon people.]

[Part 1/2 Word count 5506/12026]

[cw: blood, violence, mild gore, attempted sexual assault, fluff]

Behind every great man is a great woman? Well, behind every sophisticated murderer is an equally charming murderess. Maybe not as accurate a statement but that’s how you and your partner were. You met Alastor during prohibition. You weren’t the headline performer at the speakeasy he liked to frequent. You were attractive but other girls there were more stunning.

What caught his attention was the passion in your voice. You were deep and sultry as New Orlean’s summer nights. Your notes slipped into his core as inevitable as the Big Easy’s flow. Combined with your poise and aura of untouchability, he felt drawn to you. The lean radio host had never felt a pull like this to anyone.

But he noticed other men drawn to you. But they had no appreciation for you, just your flesh and the pleasure they might take from you. So he took to following you home. At a discreet distance; he hadn’t yet introduced himself. At least a dozen times he intercepted ruffians that moved to harm you. They weren’t nearly as cautious and thorough as him.

One night Alastor had just prevented another uncouth man from approaching you and was wiping off his hands when he heard your voice. Not how he normally did, trained and melodic. No this was harsh, panicked. Fuck! Another one?! There really was no end to the lowlifes.

You had screeched at your assailant, “Get your hands OFF ME!” You were shrill enough to make him wince, but only for a second. He was stronger and just gave you a dark grin with more teeth missing than not. “Let’s have some fun babycakes.” He started dragging you to an alley.

You managed to stomp on his foot with your heel. “Augh, you bitch!” He shoved you up against the brick wall. “You’re gonna pay for that,” he growled.

“I believe the lady has made her opinion clear,” came another voice in the foggy night. “Let her go.” The voice was vaguely familiar, something you heard regularly…

It distracted your assailant long enough that you could reach for your hat. It was a tad out of style but had it’s advantages. Namely, needing a nearly foot long hat pin to keep it in place. You pulled the pin out while he looked out at the other man.

“Fuck off before I kill yo-“ his words were cut off by the sharpened steel pin suddenly piercing his eye. You jammed it into his eye socket with all your strength. Maybe you could have hit what little brains he had but the other man ran up to slit the bastard’s throat.

The man gurgled desperately before falling to the ground. He twitched, blood flowing from his neck and eye. You leaned back against the wall, chest heaving.

The tall lean man seemed oddly calm. He cleaned his knife before pulling your hat pin out of the corpse’s head. Blood fountained out from the eye socket as he cleaned the gore off your pin. He turned, presenting you the slim steel by the decorative knob.

“Are you all right cher?” You took the pin back but didn’t replace it. You didn’t want any leftover gore in your hair.

“Alors pas! Give me a moment cher.” You took a few deep breaths and looked up to see a (thankfully dry) red tinged hand waiting for you. You placed your shaking one into it. The owner assisted you to your feet, guiding you away from the ever growing pool of blood.

“Quite a fright you’ve had my dear!” His crisp voice, with its transatlantic accent echoed as he escorted you away.

You shuddered slightly, realizing how bad things could have gotten. “At least it was just a fright. Thanks to you mister…?” You trailed off, still trying to place his voice.

“Alastor.”

Your eyes widened in sudden recognition. “Ah! You’re the radio host!”

“I’m flattered you remember me! I’m afraid I have you at a disadvantage. You are Y/N, correct?” Dazed, you nodded. “I’ve been enthralled by your performances for months now, I had to learn more about you cher.”

“Why thank you, I’m glad you’ve been enjoying them.” Suddenly you felt dizzy and stumbled along the path. Alastor swiftly caught you.

“I believe you’re a tad unsteady after being handled so roughly. May I?” Confused, you nodded and he immediately swept you into a bridal carry. “If you’ll permit me, I’d like to escort you home.” He paused and added, “I will need directions of course.”

The thought of a man you just met bringing you home made you flush all over. No matter how gallant he was, the radio host was a stranger. But you didn’t think your legs could support you long enough. “If…if you would please.” You glanced back at the alley. “What do we do about…”

“Hmmm,” Alastor hummed as he strolled away. He had no difficulty carrying you. “I suppose a dead man is an inconvenience but I believe getting you somewhere safe takes priority. Certainly over a lowlife’s corpse.”

It was hard to argue with that logic. You directed him to your apartment, amazed that he was able to carry you that long and with ease. Once there, you allowed him inside. Once inside with a lamp lit, you realized what a mess both were. Your coat was splattered with blood and grime. Your dress was stained wherever the coat hadn’t covered it and your hat was long gone. The hat pin in your hand was mostly clean, but you spotted some blood and gore by the finial. Your shoes weren’t worth mentioning.

Seeing the result of your ordeal made the bile rise in your throat. You barely made it to the sink before vomiting. Thankfully you hadn’t eaten before leaving work so it was just bile. You faintly heard clinking and water being poured. Alastor appeared with a glass of water for you. “Ma cher, you look like you need a wash up. If you like, I can stay in the main room or I can make my way home. I wouldn’t want you to feel unsafe.”

You found yourself asking him to stay as you cleaned up. Maybe you were being naive but he did just save you and you felt he didn’t have anything untoward in mind. When you asked about him, he merely chuckled and told you not to worry.

After you were cleaned and dressed in a nightgown and housecoat (and had added a torrent of tears to the bathwater) you emerged to find Alastor reading the newspaper in a chair. He’d made jambalaya for you both. “My mother’s recipe! So good it nearly killed her!” he quipped. Once you’d eaten you couldn’t keep your exhaustion at bay.

“You’re welcome to spend the night Alastor. I’d hate to send you home in the middle of the night.” The only problem was there was only one bed, yours.

“That is much appreciated Y/N. I can make myself comfortable in the front room for one night. I’ll leave you to rest while I clean up myself.” He pressed his lips to your knuckles and murmured “Bonne nuit, cher.”

Alastor left your sleeping form and made use of your washroom. He cleaned up methodically; it wasn’t the first time he’d had to wash up after a kill. His jacket was ruined, but at least the rest of his clothes were in decent enough shape. At least he wouldn’t scandalize anyone on the way home tomorrow.

Still, he was surprised that you had fought back as much as you had. Evidently that passion from your songs emerged elsewhere too. And the way you dispatched your attacker… he shivered at the beauty of it. The unexpected metal gleam in your hand, the furiously graceful arc as you swung and your perfect aim into the lowlife’s eye.

Alastor wasn’t much interested in pleasures of the flesh, he never had been and wasn’t still. He wanted to see more of you like that. Not scared and in need of rescue, but the hunter he recognized in your eyes.

“It seemed the songbird I’ve admired has talons.”

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The next morning you insisted on making breakfast; biscuits and gravy. Alastor seemed to enjoy it but he didn’t leave after eating. You thought he would need to get home before heading to the radio station. When you asked he said he was staying “just in case.”

Just before lunch there was a knock at your door. Alastor was closer so he answered it, almost like he was expecting it. Two policemen stood on the other side. “What can we help you with officers?” Alastor asked jovially.

“Is this the home of a Miss Y/N?” At your affirmative nod, the stockier of the two continued, “We’d like you to come down to the station Miss. We have some questions to ask you.”

“Ah, this must pertain to the dreadful ordeal my dear Y/N went through last night,” Alastor interjected. “Ma cher, why don’t you grab your things and I’ll accompany you.”

“And who might you be?” The lanky officer asked.

“Alastor, my good man. You may have tuned into my radio show!” He smiled thinly as the short one had a flicker of recognition. “I rendered some assistance to Y/N, so it’s probably best if I’m there as well. It would save you gentlemen a trip to my home to escort me in for questions, ha ha!”

By then you had your shoes and bag ready. “Dear you look lovely. Do you have your pin from last night, I’m sure these gentlemen will want to examine it.”

“Oh, that’s an excellent point Alastor.” You placed it in your bag, making sure the cover was on the tip.

Once at the station, you found out the trail from your attacker’s body to your apartment was fairly obvious. Some blood on the bottom of Alastor’s shoes led the way. As for what happened:

“The man accosted me on my way home. I tried to fight back, but he was ever so much stronger. It seems I was loud enough to grab Alastor’s attention. I’m so grateful he stepped in! The beast was distracted and I was able to get ahold of my hat pin. My mother always said not to leave without one and she was right! I meant to just scratch him but I’ve never had to do such a thing before; I hit his eye instead. Before I could do anything else Alastor was between us and then the ruffian was dead.”

“Indeed! I heard Y/N order the lout to release her and I ran up to assist. I had just been dealing with another lowlife who had also been following her. To think there are so many ne’er-do-wells on our streets! In any case, I dispatched the man and assisted Y/N home.” You hadn’t realized there had been another man following you. You shivered at the thought.

“And why were you in the area Mr. Alastor? Records show that neither your home or place of employment are in that area.”

Alastor’s eye twitched but his smile never faltered. “I’d had a lovely evening at the jazz club and felt a late night stroll was in order. I wasn’t even paying attention to where my feet were taking me! Perhaps it was providence guiding my way so I might save the lady’s virtue.”

“Why didn’t you report this to the police?”

“I could barely manage to walk, I was in such a state. Alastor had to carry me home; I was in no condition to report anything, officers.”

“The lady had been assaulted on her way home and forced to defend herself. I felt it would be unworthy of a gentleman to leave her alone in her time of need.”

After a barrage of questions and a thorough examination of your hatpin, Alastor’s knife and the minor injuries you had suffered while being manhandled, the officers let you both go. They would provide all the evidence to the district attorney. But it seemed unlikely that either of you would be charged. You had been defending yourself and Alastor had defended you.

The charming radio host escorted you back home. “Won’t you be late for work at this point?” His broadcast covered a good portion of the afternoon and early evening.

“Hmm, perhaps.” He patted your hand nestled into the crook of his arm. “I still feel your wellbeing is more important however, my dear.” You felt a blush warming your cheeks. “On that subject, I believe you’re due to perform again tonight?” You nodded, he really did enjoy your performances if he knew your schedule. “I believe I will go mad with worry cher, might I escort you there and back home?”

This man was insinuating himself into your life so easily. Perhaps killing a man together had that effect. “Please do Alastor. I don’t believe I will be able to go on my own after yesterday.” You had reached your apartment while talking. “Then I shall return after I complete my broadcast. Until tonight cher.” He kissed your knuckles and saw you through the door before leaving. You turned on your radio and tuned the dial to Alastor’s station. About ten minutes after his broadcast normally began you heard the crackle of his voice.

“Salutations listeners! Thank you for your patience ladies and gentlemen, I know everyone has been eagerly awaiting the show. I am Alastor, a pleasure to be sharing this time with you all.” You sighed in relief. You would have felt terrible if helping you jeopardized Alastor’s job.

You left the radio on, letting his voice fill the apartment while you took care of minor tasks. Eventually he signed off with his normal outro “Until next time dear listeners, thank you and goodnight!” You didn’t know how long it would take for him to get from his station to your apartment but you felt it best to finish getting ready.

So you were dressed for the evening when he arrived. That was the start of a new routine for you both. Alastor walked you to work and back, enjoying the illicit beverages and your voice. Sometimes he would stay the night in your front room but he mostly dropped you off before making his way home.

He was a lovely conversationalist and those walks were much more cheerful than they had been. You felt easy around him in a way that was foreign but fulfilling. Eventually your friends and coworkers at the speakeasy asked if you two were courting.

You honestly couldn’t answer. You’d never had a beau before. According to friends over the years, you had been asked out by a lot of fellows and turned them all down. Was that why none of those men talked to you again? Apparently you hadn’t realized their intentions.

One night, a couple months after the attack, you mentioned this to Alastor. “Isn’t that strange, cher? They think we’re a couple!”

He stopped dead, his lips barely keeping their ever present smile as the rest of his features went blank. “Is…is this what courtship is?” He blinked down at the hand in the crook of his arm, the high heeled feet he had shortened his stride to keep in step with, the new gleaming hat pin he’d gifted you.

“I…am not really sure. I’ve never had a beau before.” You looked up at him, seeing the lips that gently kissed your knuckles every time you parted, the dark auburn hair you would stroke when he was stressed, the patterned bow tie you had given him the same day he gave you the pin. “Although, if this is what courting is, I’m glad it’s with you Alastor.”

“Hmm…” he resumed walking, this time humming one of the songs you sang that night. Once at your place, he finally replied. “I believe I agree with you my dear. Since we are a couple it seems, I’m glad it’s with you, Y/N.” He not only gave your hand a kiss, but leaned down to kiss your cheek as well. “I suppose you can tell your friends tomorrow they were correct. Bonne nuit, ma cher.”

Roughly a month later, Alastor was spending the night in your apartment when you felt the need to ask a question that had been lingering in the back of your mind. “Alastor, cher,” you sat next to him, pulling his attention from the book he was reading. “Had…have you killed other people before that night?”

He froze, which really was all the answer you needed. “Are you still?”

For a man so glib, it took him a moment to find his silver tongue. “And if I am?” He choked out. “What will you do, Y/N?”

You studied him, making sure not to move and not to touch him. “I would ask what sort of people they are. And if they are of the same mold as the men who attacked me…then I’d also ask you to be careful, cher.”

He relaxed slightly. “Unfortunately there are a great many like-minded men in the world, although a few less in this city in the past few years.” He paused. “I can’t help myself dear. I see them acting as they do and feel the need to remove them from this life.”

Gently, you placed a hand over his. “I can hardly blame you for that. Especially after you saved me.” Your other hand turned his head to look into your eyes. “Your secret is safe with me, Alastor.”

The man was usually so composed; it was kind of cute to see him so surprised. He then cupped your cheek and lightly kissed your lips. Your eyes fluttered closed as you leaned into the kiss.

It was one kiss and it didn’t last long. Pulling back from each other, he licked his lips while you pressed your fingertips to yours. “That was quite nice.” Despite singing so many songs about love, you had never been eager to try out all the steps of romance.

“Indeed it was. Shall we add that to our list of favorable courting actions?” You smiled and pulled out a paper, a fourth of the way filled with a list. You added “kisses on lips” to it.

Before too long, you were helping him with his activities. Initially you assisted in the clean up, but then you started taking part in the kills. Alastor admired your channeled fury and impeccable aim. You admired his precision and calculated execution. The two of you had to be sparing with your activities however. You didn’t want to draw suspicion. The kills were never closer than a week from each other.

Roughly a year after you met Alastor, the subject of marriage came up. It was while you two were disposing of another uncouth man; he made the mistake of trying to get you away from your beau and received knife stabs from both of you. You no longer had to rely solely on your hat pin; you had a stiletto blade of similar size now. Alastor finished covering the body in dirt; he refused to let you help with digging at all. Instead you kept an eye out as he did.

You provided him with a cloth to clean off the dirt. “Merci, ma cher.” Once he was ready you put it back into your bag and linked arms with him. As you walked together, satisfied, he asked, “Y/N, shall we get married?”

The question caught you off guard and you stumbled forward. Just like that first night, he caught you smoothly and lifted you into his arms. “ Alastor, darling, where is this coming from?”

“Some at the radio station inquired as to our relationship. I was informed that a successful courtship as ours generally results in a marriage.” He hummed as he carried you. “After some thought, I realized the prospect of wedding you is…very appealing.”

You nestled into his embrace. “I haven’t given it any thought. It would make life simpler, you wouldn’t have to dash around between our homes and work.” You mulled it over. You would like seeing him every morning instead of on occasion. The thought of your dresses next to his suits in the wardrobe, helping each other clean up after a kill, relaxing quietly on the couch while you both read… “Yes. Let’s get married Alastor. I’d like that.”

He smiled down at you, looking oddly tender considering what the two of you had been doing just half an hour ago. He leaned down to kiss you softly. “Let’s get you home and we’ll work out all the details tomorrow, my dear.”

Initially the two of you planned something simple. But once both your and his coworkers got wind of the nuptials, they insisted on a grand party. Apparently they all felt the two of you were adorably hopeless. Neither of you had realized how invested those around you were in your relationship. You and Alastor concluded that resisting your friends well-wishes was as pointless as resisting a hurricane.

So while the ceremony was a small affair, the party after was held at your club and lasted deep into the night. The proprietors had managed to get a bottle of champagne for you and Alastor. Despite it being your wedding reception, you couldn’t help performing one of Alastor’s favorite songs. He then kept you on the dance floor the majority of the evening. He danced as well as he talked. It was a good thing you’d had over a year as his primary dance partner.

You heard some ribald jokes about his stamina. At least that’s what they sounded like. You still couldn’t tell. Not that it mattered much to either of you. All you cared about was your husband was having a great time, out dancing everyone in the building. Once it was time to leave, he carried you into a cab, then carried you into his home.

Despite what the guests had suggested, he was tired after all that. Frankly you were too. So once divested of all the fancy clothing, he tucked you into the bed and climbed in next to you.

For the first time since you met him, he looked nervous in the faint starlight. Of course. This was so far beyond both of your experiences. You probably looked the same. “Alastor? May I?” You held out your arms to him. He gave you a nod and you embraced him, slowly nestling your body against his. “Let me know if it’s too much, cher,” you murmured as he wrapped his arms around you.

He started to relax with you. His breathing matched yours, your heartbeat synchronized with his. You felt his arms growing heavy, their grip softening. Alastor nuzzled your hair and kissed the crown of your head. “Thank you for marrying me, Y/N.”

You smiled. “Thank you as well Alastor,” you replied before drifting off to sleep.

The two of you did have sex eventually. The first time was a few weeks after the wedding. You were both back to work after a brief honeymoon; when you got back the other singers, the band, even the bartender were all curious about your bedroom activities. They surrounded you while Alastor was conversing with another patron. When all you talked about was how nice falling asleep with him was and the cute sight of him sleeping as the sun rose, they stared at you slack jawed.

Your coworkers consulted amongst themselves. You heard snippets of “do we need to explain this too, did no one tell them about that, they’re both such lookers too, I don’t wanna tell her, you do it, no you, I ain’t gonna tell her.”

After some discussion it seems Mimzy, another singer was appointed to talk to you. “Y/N, sweetie, doll, did your mama ever tell you about the birds and the bees?” She guided you to the bar and requested drinks for you both.

“Mimzy! I do know about sex. Gracious, I’m aware of adult urges and where babies come from.” You threw back your drink. The curvy blonde breathed a sigh of relief; at least she didn’t need to go over the basics.

“That is usually what a honeymoon is for dearie.” Mimzy tossed back her own drink. “Look cutie, what you and your mister do at home is your business, but your friends don’t want you missing out! You two are good together; I’ve never seen either of ya this happy before.” She downed another drink before hopping over to the stage.

Alastor came up to your side. “Looks like your friends are all in a tizzy dear.” You smiled up at him. “Did you have a strange conversation with your colleagues today too?”

“Ah yes,” he leaned on his new cane, a wedding gift. “Concerning my bedroom prowess and your presumed enjoyment thereof.” You couldn’t help but laugh huskily. “The station manager even told me to ‘remember my duties as a husband.’”

You gave him a peck on the cheek. “I believe you’re going above and beyond your duties cher.” He kissed your hand and held it while the two of you listened to Mimzy’s set. “I’d best get up there darling.” You gave his hand a squeeze before going to take the stage.

You sang a mix of familiar tunes and a couple new ones you’d picked up on the honeymoon. To finish the performance, you sang the same number from your wedding night, which you had come to think of as Alastor’s song. Many of the patrons were familiar with the two of you, so listening to you sing to your husband made a number of them go misty eyed.

Once back at home, Alastor cleared his throat while unbuttoning his shirt. “Do you want to, cher?”

You continued to remove your jewelry. “Perhaps one day.” You applied cold cream to remove your makeup. “And you cher? Do you want to?” You asked back as you wiped your face clean.

He was putting up his suit, more intent on making sure it lined up on the hanger than usual. “Perhaps one day,” he echoed. He stopped fiddling with the suit and stood there in his underclothes. Alastor’s ever present smile was still there but his eyes looked lost.

You finished your nightly routine and went to him, asking gently before taking both his hands in yours. “Ma cher, when have we ever been a normal couple? We already have almost a full page of physical affections we enjoy. If we want to see if sex will be on that list one day we can. But not unless we both want to try it.” His smile became more genuine and he pressed both of your hands to his lips. “Thank you my dear.”

You gave him a playful look and started humming the opening bars to his song. Alastor gave you a quizzical look back as you started singing it. Before the first verse was over you pulled him into an impromptu dance. In the privacy of your bedroom, you and your husband danced into the night to your voice. To your delight, he joined you in duets and sang a solo for you as you slow danced together.

“Ah, my sweet songbird. I am glad I married you.”

“I’ve never really seen myself as a songbird before. If anything…” your eye caught sight of your hat pins on your vanity, “more of a shrike.” He looked at you in surprise. “A butcher-bird,” you clarified.

“No no, I’m aware. I never thought of that comparison for you. It fits though, they’re pretty little killers that impale their victims.”

“I’m glad you agree darling. Now, we should get some rest.” You put out the light and pulled him into bed. There was a bit of hesitation on his part as he laid down. But he was soon settling into what was becoming your normal sleeping positions: you nestled against his side with his arms around you.

A few days after that, he asked if you’d like to give sex a try that night. You didn’t have any problems with the idea so almost a month after your wedding the two of you tried it.

Of course you were both terribly awkward; Alastor pulled your hair more than once and you elbowed him in the neck. But the two of you managed it. Multiple times that night in fact. Evidently that was what those stamina comments were about. Afterward, as he held you close Alastor mused. “Hmmm, that was rather enjoyable. I still don’t understand everyone’s fascination but I’m not opposed to the occasional romp as they say. What did you think darling?”

You thought back. “Once we figured things out it was fun. I agree though, I don’t understand why everyone is so obsessed about it. It’s rather messy in the end. And I think we can add it to our list, as an occasional activity.”

He chuckled. “You can add it tomorrow.”

The next day, you joined the other singers chatting before the sets started. One of them was gushing over her new beau and you realized this was a great opportunity to let them know. “Alastor and I had sex last night,” you stated, cheerful and straightforward. Again with the slack jawed looks. “Multiple times actually. I’m glad I’m in such good shape, it was more exertion than I expected.”

After a beat one of the girls asked “Well? How was it?”

“Hm? Oh! It was fun. My legs are pretty tired so I don’t think I’ll be dancing much tonight though. Alastor enjoyed it too, so we decided to do it again someday.” You heard the band warming up. “I’m up first tonight, best get up there.”

As you left the group they started talking rapidly to each other. “Do you think they actually did? Don’t see why not, they are the strangest couple I’ve ever met, at least they’re strange together, I thought for sure one of them would be more excited about doing it…”

Your lives settled into a comfortable routine together. You both continued with your jobs; his broadcast was quite popular and as you increased your skill and song repertoire, you became more successful in the nightlife scene. He accompanied you everywhere which was exactly how you liked it. Every so often the two of you would kill a ne’er-do-well or three. Occasionally you had intercourse. You often danced together, both at the club and at home.

This continued for a number of years. By now almost everyone around you was used to the idiosyncrasies in your marriage and just didn’t question it.

One night in late summer the pair of you were in the woods, hiding the latest kill. As you kept watch in the humid air, Alastor was dumping dirt over the corpse. “Are you sure you don’t need help cher?”

He grunted while lifting more dirt. “What kind of gentleman would I be if I made my darling wife fill a hole like this?” You could only shake your head in amusement. You shifted your feet but lost your footing in the process. Both legs swept out beneath you and you landed firmly on your rear. You did your best not to cry out in case your voice carried.

“Cher!” Alastor dropped the shovel to help you up. “Are you alright Y/N?” You nodded as you grabbed his outstretched hand. “Just slipped, I’ll be fine Alastor.”

You looked up at your husband and noticed that the branches of the nearby trees gave him the illusion of antlers. You were about to mention it when the sharp crack of a rifle rang out and suddenly his forehead blossomed into a spray of blood and brain matter. “ALASTOR!” His name ripped from your throat. He couldn’t hear it though; his smile was wiped away as his body dropped to the ground.

“Aw shit! I thought he was a deer!” The man who killed your husband yelled out, realizing what he’d done. You screeched and ran in the direction of the voice, pulling your hat pin out as you did so. The hunter wasn’t far. You leapt at him, screaming and crying. He was bigger than you but he wasn’t expecting a furious murderess to launch herself at him at full speed. He fell to the ground with you straddling his chest and you plunged the hat pin, the one Alastor gave you for your last anniversary, into the man’s eyes and throat. Over and over you shoved the steel into his face. The blood spray and viscera didn’t scare you anymore.

You faintly heard, “Jesus Mary and Joseph crazy bitch!” through your own screaming. You whirled in that direction to see the second hunter aiming his own rifle at you. You started to move toward him when you felt an intense pain at your brow, followed by nothingness.

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Part 2

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin fanfic #alastor x reader #alastor #fluff #acespec #ace representation #asexual

[melonn-soda]

Hi i saw ur reqs are open and i adore your writting so much!

i wanted to ask if you could write jealous diluc x sub male reader headcanons? a one shot is good too tho! again i love ur writting!!

❝JEALOUS DILUC w/ M!READER HCs...❞

Order up~!

word count: n/a

warning(s) - he gets possessive

prompt - title is self explanatory

note - giggling and kicking my feet rn ur so sweet🤭 btw u didn’t specify whether or not you wanted it to be nsfw or sfw so i just wrote both for u

fem aligned dni

SFW Headcanons...

i’m gonna use kaeya for this bc i feel like he would do this just to pester his brother

so you’re at the angel’s share, right? diluc’s working the bar and everyone’s chatting each other up

kaeya would be talking to you dropping not so subtle suggestive remarks that you simply just brush off your shoulder

diluc would be glaring so hard at him bc he knows his brother is being an ass

if it was anybody else though…

you are in for a ride

you may take that wording sexually and metaphorically

he would stop everything he’s doing to try and pry the stranger off of you no matter how far he has to go

but since it was kaeya he didn’t really care that much💀

some things he would do would be interrupting your conversation, go up to you and kiss your cheek, arm around your waist, arm around your shoulder, any thing to show he has possession over you

he can’t let his cute boyfriend go and find someone else other than him

“diluc.. why are you acting like this?” you pouted while whispering, looking over your shoulder to gaze at his fiery red eyes, his arm around your waist as his hands squished at the soft flesh.

he didn’t bother to answer, brows furrowed angrily as he watched kaeya walk off with a smirk on his face, feeling proud that he managed to piss off his brother once again.

“diluc.” you called out again, tugging on his jet black coat with fancy gold embroidery. no answer once again, “diluc..!”

his eyes snapped to yours, almost flinching at his death stare. it was definitely directed at you because of the way he dug his nails into you, a yelp sprouting out from your mouth in surprise.

“keep trying this again and i’ll have to take matters into my own hands.” he growled, your face flushing at how deep his voice had gotten.

“yessir..”

NSFW Headcanons [cw: spanking, he gets pretty rough in this]

will drag you to the bedroom by the arm

however diluc ALWAYS asks for consent idc idc

he will edge you for what feels like hours as a punishment, using more toys on you than you have fingers on your hands

either that or he will bend you over his knees and spank you like the little brat you are

when you’ve finally learned your lesson, he’ll make you ride him being all sore and shit

he’s kinda a sadist but that’s just my thoughts ig🤷🏽

and when you can’t do any of that anymore then he’ll just fuck you dumb

multiple rounds

i’m not exaggerating when i say multiple 😭

like about 3-5 depending on how much he wants to claim you for his own

but dw he’s really good at aftercare and stuff like that

expect lots of snuggles and he’ll clean you bc he’s just respectful yk

however at the end of that he’ll say something like, “you belong to me no matter how many times i have to remind you.”

you moaned shamelessly as your insides where being absolutely destroyed by the man on top of you, his hips smacking against yours deliciously. diluc was angry. angry and very jealous.

how dare you go and just act like that man wasn’t just flirting with you? you were his, all his. nobody else’s. even if he had to carve it into your brain you both knew that you could never find someone better than the tavern owner himself.

“ngh! ah- diluc, can’t-!” you sputtered out, clawing at his back with blunt nails. he was going to fuck the thoughts out of you at this pace.

“shut up… you don’t get to make excuses after pulling something like that. you are mine.” his cock pressed repeatedly on your prostate, making you nearly scream as you cried into his shoulder, “i’m the one that can- ahn- you feel this good”

you groaned, feeling yourself getting closer to your release, “mmmngh! yes, i’m yours! don’t want anyone else but you!” you slurred out, tears blurring your vision of him.

im not the biggest diluc liker so i’m sorry if this seems like garbage (also i was just blasting viva happy while writing this)

#bottom male reader #male reader #x bottom male reader #x male reader #genshin x male reader #genshin impact #sub male reader #genshin headcanons #genshin x reader #genshin impact diluc #genshin diluc #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc x reader #diluc ragnivindr x you

[harryistheonlyoneforme]

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pairing: stepdad harry x reader

summary: in which yn is bent over doing yoga and harry wants her to stay just like that

warning: smut, cheating, age gap, oral, unprotected sex, squirting

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placing his car keys on the hook near the front door of the house, harry hurriedly slips his shoes off to search for yn, knowing that they only have about an hour or so to themselves while her mother is shopping with her friends.

the first place he checks is the kitchen, and when he doesn’t find her there, he hurries up to her room. he finds her bed empty and made, and her ensuite light is off so he knows she’s not in there. he frowns and takes in the look of the room because he knows her car is in the garage, and that’s when he notices that her yoga mat is gone from the corner next to her dresser and the jewelry she wears everyday is still there.

turning on his heel, he hurries down the steps into the basement where their home gym is, stopping in the doorway with a small smile as he sees yn there with her headphones on and looking at a video on her laptop, stretching.

he’s glad he caught her before she got all the way into the workout because he knows she’d be pissed if he interrupted. he watches her as she takes a sip of her water before standing up to stretch, ultimately ending up in a downward dog position. he can’t help but look at the way her thighs cause the tiny shorts she’s wearing to roll up just a bit, going higher and higher until he can see the underside of her ass.

that’s when he steps into action, taking long strides over to her and pressing his erection into her ass. she gasps in shock and nearly tumbles forward but he catches her, his hands gripping her hips to keep her pressed to him. she knows it’s him by the feeling of his rings on her skin, and she reaches forward to pause her video before taking her headphones off.

“you’re always so horny,” she grumbles halfheartedly, and he knows it has no real weight as she pushes her hips back to meet his touch, spreading her legs to aid him in sliding the shorts down her legs.

she hears him click his tongue from behind her as she steps out of them, rubbing his hands over the swell of her ass for a moment. “no, ‘m not. you should be thanking me, really,” he responds.

“and why is that?” she asks, taking note of the fact that he’s now kneeling behind her. he spreads her open with his fingers and groans as his mouth practically waters before he answers.

“because i’m here t’help you align your chakras and whatnot,” he explains, causing her to bark out a laugh at his dumb joke. “‘m just gonna start with this one,” he finishes before he’s leaning forward and sliding his tongue through her folds. she gasps in shock and adjusts her upper body so that she doesn’t fall over, making sure she’s stable.

she barely even gets it together before he’s doing it again, groaning into her as he laps at the arousal that’s started to form there. he buries his face even deeper and pulls her closer, exploring every inch of her with his tongue. he feels her legs start to shake from the strain of the angle, so he helps her down onto her knees, lowering himself behind her and pushing her upper back down before going back in.

he buries his face into her once more and alternates between licking at her and sucking on her swollen clit, and yn begins to push back toward his face as his actions quickly work her up to an orgasm. she cums with a shout and a cry of his name, and he doesn’t let up with his tongue, working her through the whole thing as he groans against her.

when she comes down from the intense waves, she thinks he’s finally going to put his cock in her but he immediately proves her wrong. he helps her lie flat on her stomach and spreads her legs once more before going in with his mouth again, attacking her sensitive flesh. her nails are scratching up the yoga mat as she cries out in both overstimulation and pleasure, moving away from him just a bit when he begins to suck on her clit.

he’s not having that, though, moving his hands to her hips to keep her close as he renders her speechless, only wordless babbles leaving her lips and tears of pleasure leave her eyes. the grip he has on her forces an arch in her back, essentially giving him even better access to her, and harry manages to pull two more orgasms from her before she’s shaking and squirming from the overstimulation, and even then he pushes a bit further since he knows how much she can take.

with one last swipe of his tongue he lets her fall flat onto her stomach again pulling his shorts down to his thighs as he frees himself. he’s hard as a rock and leaking as he runs his thumb over the sensitive tip before giving himself a few strokes. he’s definitely desperate at this point, and he helps yn flip over onto her back so that he can see her as he finally buries himself in her.

he’s already on the verge of cumming as he watches her face change from a look of relaxed bliss to one of unmistakable pleasure. he has to close his eyes for a moment to keep his orgasm at bay, and the second he feels like he can move, he does. immediately, he sets a quick pace, grabbing one of her legs to hook over the crook of his arm, giving him an angle he knows will get her there quick.

her nails are digging into his shoulders but he couldn’t care less, her moans spurring him on as he brings her closer and closer. he’s inside of her for less than 10 minutes, keeping the angle and pace consistent, but what sends her flying over the edge with no warning is when he begins to rub two fingers over her clit, matching the pace of his thrusts. her orgasm brings warm spurts of wetness that make him look down to the source, a groan leaving him when he realizes she’s squirting.

his thrusts become a bit choppy as her pussy clenches down on him so tight that he can barely move, and he has to pull out when he feels his balls draw up in warning of his orgasm. stroking himself quickly a few times, he moans in relief as he finally cums, warm spurts of his orgasm landing on her lower stomach. when he’s finished, he’s panting as he tucks his softened cock back into his shorts and focusing on her as the aftershocks run through her sensitive body.

he rubs his hands over her sides, arms, and thighs to ground her, and she finally catches her breath at the same time her mind becomes clear again. then he’s making sure she’s alright before he runs to the bathroom that’s down there and grabbing some towels, a small one to wet and clean her up and some dry ones to clean the floor.

once she’s all cleaned up he helps her back into her shorts and off the floor, the both of them bending down to clean despite him telling her he’s got it. she gets to work on the mat as he does the hardwood floors, the both of their eyes widening as they head the sound of heels clacking against the stairs leading to them.

they both look up to see yn’s mother standing there with a scowl on her face and a phone pressed to her ear, taking in the sight of them cleaning up. she quickly ends the call and scoffs at the mess on the floor. harry quickly gathers the towels and heads toward the laundry room to place them in the wash, slipping past his wife without a word.

“did you spill your water or something, yn? i told you that you need to be more careful! it’s just like last week when you spilled something on the kitchen floor! you’ve been so clumsy lately, get it together,” her mother scolds, and she wants so badly to defend herself but she can’t without exposing her and harry, so she just gathers her things and pushes past her with a scoff, heading back up to her room.

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[ddejavvu]

mei do you feel like ani is a butt guy or boob guy

send me dirty anakin thoughts <33

this post is 18+, minors dni.

I think ani is a you guy. I think he’s literally so enamored and enthralled and devoted to YOU and with YOUR body that he’d fuck absolutely any part of you and bust a fat nut.

He’ll drool all over your ass literally biting and licking and sucking the skin of your asscheeks until it hurts and he’ll only leave it alone if you let him redirect his bite to your thighs. Then it’s rinse and repeat, smearing his saliva all over your skin and sucking bruises into the flesh of your thighs. Of course he has a field day with what’s between your thighs but he is more than happy to slobber all over your ass and thighs and if you let him stick his dick between them from the back and hump your thighs he’s gonna cum buckets 🤭 god picture him slamming his rock hard, leaking, aching cock - practically purple from how strained it is - mercilessly between your clenched thighs as you let him fuck them - he’s babbling on about how fucking good it feels and how fucking tight it is and how fucking much he loves indulging in every single part of you and he’s gripping at your sensitive ass and slapping it so that the bruises he left there before sting again and you have to muffle yourself into your pillow to stop from shattering the windows with your screams 🫶

And your tits? God just kill him now because he’s the type of guy to stretch out all of your shirts because he just HAD to suck your tits while you’re trying to go to sleep at night. You’re reading and he worms his way under your book that’s propped up on your chest and he’s buried under your sleep shirt but he’s already sucking one of your nipples into his mouth and you’re like ?? ANI ?? DUDE. ITS ALMOST MIDNIGHT. THIS IS A 10PM ACTIVITY I HAVE WORK IN THE MORNING. But god knows you indulge him and you end up riding his dick while your tits bounce and he nearly breaks his neck trying to crane it down so that they bounce up and slap his face 🫶 deadass wants to suffocate between your tits like he will stop breathing down there bc he’s sucking on your nipple so hard that he forgets to and you have to flick his ear to get him to come up for air which honestly turns him on even more somehow

He looooooves biting your tit and tugging if that makes sense 🫣 he’ll take your nipple between his teeth and yank on it, he’s gentle enough but he’s just about as aggressive as he can be with it without hurting you 😵‍💫 he’s so animalistic with it, he’ll be panting against your spit-stained chest and take your nipple into his mouth and tug on it a bit until you’re squirming and begging him to either quit it or fuck you already because this is really doing you in

Prepare for a face load of cum if you ever let him fuck your tits btw. Whether you open your mouth for it or not he’s gonna blow his load while his dick is sandwiched between your tits and you’re gonna be splattered with his cum while he groans and growls and pants and watches it drip down your skin like the filthiest porno he could ever imagine 🥴

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[tired-biscuit]

cw: spanking, slight degradation, bratty reader. // 18+ mdni, fem!reader

thinking about meanie!bakugou slapping your ass so hard that the tights you wear - with nothing else underneath, of course - rip right where his hand strikes you.

it's what you get for being a brat and teasing him during the entirety of your date, when he was so kind to take you to the fancy restaurant you've been nagging him about visiting for weeks on end. after all, instead of eating and chatting about your day like a normal fucking person, you just had to make it difficult for him, didn't you? batting your eyelashes at him and giving him the googly eyes whilst rubbing his leg with the tips of your toes underneath the table, he was ready to lose his goddamn mind when you had reached over to whisper about not wearing any panties underneath your tights tonight.

so, speaking of the skimpy clothing article, it outright tears from the blunt force he uses now as punishment now. he watches how the fat of your booty jiggles for a long while after his strike hits home, and brings tears to form at your waterline because of the resulting sting. as messed up as it is, it's pure delight.

and he knows he's hit you hard; has even activated his quirk during it. the warmth that sizzles on his palm, seeping right into your skin is almost unbearable because of it. especially when he squeezes the now tender flesh, and makes you whine from the ache.

you can see him sneer at the sight of the single tear that slips from the corner of your eye as you turn to glower at him over your shoulder. his sharp features portray nothing but ego and twisted delight at the pout you bring forth, now. he's so handsome, despite the wicked glint in his eye. you blame it on the expensive suit he's got on.

"can't you be just a little bit nicer, ki?" you ask with a sigh, bottom lip jutting out as a means to be coy.

"nah," he replies, the word an unbothered drawl. he doesn't buy your shtick as he grins at you, the beam crooked but appealing. doesn't buy it at all. "not feelin' like it right now."

no, he's in the mood to be mean. has forced you into dropping onto all fours, with your knees digging into the mattress of your bed that he stands right beside of now. and you can deny it all you want, but your pussy is already turning sticky with growing arousal as you feel his intimidating presence fill the room; a damp patch forming on the thin fabric that serves as the only barrier keeping you from his greedy touch.

it's not like that's enough to stop him.

because when he spanks you again - landing a second slap right atop the same spot that still hurts so bad, making you squirm and push forward from all the force and the pain - you hear the sound of shredding fabric mix with the twisted snicker he lets out.

he hooks his fingers to the edge of the nearly-smoldering hole he's created in your tights and that exposes your skin now - that smooth, warm skin he's so very eager to touch - and tugs at it until cool air is brushing over your weeping cunt, making you shiver from the sudden chill to touch all the wetness.

he's breathing hard when his thumb grazes your clit; all slow and intentional. is trying to calm down the impatient flutter of a muscle that's ticking in his defined jaw. god, what a view - he could almost whistle at it. truthfully, he can barely wait to pound you into oblivion and watch himself spoil the sight.

the silence and anticipation that linger in the air make your toes curl as you readjust yourself for what seems to be like the hundredth time. he snorts at how twitchy you've become. the sound is annoyingly derisive, even if your jittery movements make his cock hard.

"what," you spit out in answer, brows furrowing and fingers clutching the bed sheet. you've got this, he doesn't scare you. not at all. "you gonna make fun of me for finding you hot, or something?"

"i'm just taking my time to look at you and how fuckin' drenched you are already," he says, ignoring your provocation in a mocking sort of tone that almost makes you feel ashamed for liking this entire thing as much as you do. he clicks his tongue against his teeth, observing your body language as he feels the need to add, "you dirty lil' slut."

rolling your eyes as dramatically as you're able despite that he can't see it, you huff, "eat me, you dyna-cunt."

the third spank he gives you rips the air right out of your lungs from how harsh and sudden it is. your breathing hitches as you let out what resembles a mixture of a moan and a sob, but before the sound can even finish leaving your lips, it turns muffled from the way his broad hand lands on the back of your neck and he uses the momentum to push your face into the mattress.

the heat of his quirk truly is intense, you can feel the sparks as they dangeorusly dance across your skin. they're not enough to burn you, per se, but are still threatening enough to keep you wary just as a precaution. it all makes your stomach tighten with lewd anticipation, even if you know he'd never cause you any real harm.

because as he still holds you firmly in place, making your ass push high into the air, bakugou's voice is a mere growl of agitation when he snarls,

"don't mind if i do, princess."

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[peachycrisis]

Human Again

chapter 1

instead of just losing the his microphone and his power when Adam strikes him, Alastor becomes human again. He has never felt so helpless, especially when Adam slices him nearly in half. Alastor has self esteem issues when it comes to becoming human again and the residents of the hotel need to help him.

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"What just happened?" the deer exclaimed as he looked down at his microphone, he was taken by surprise- his voice... The radio filter was gone. He was shocked by the sound of his own voice. After processing the fact that his voice sounded oddly human, he examined his microphone- which had taken the majority of the force of the first man's attack. Alastor saw that it was broken in half, with each side of the broken staff being jagged and sharp.

"Fuck." the demon exclaimed, as he watched the man walk over to him slowly... expecting another sudden attack, he tried to gather the energy to use his tentacles, or retreat into the shadows- something. But when he tried, nothing happened. He tried snapping, he tried waving around his microphone, he tried hand gestures, even spells- all with no luck. He looked at the angel In Front of him, who seemed to be amused by the radio demons' efforts. He watched as the man erupted into laughter- even tearing up a little from how hard he was laughing.

"Oh... Oh! Oh, this is good- holy fuck!" Adam cried out, pointing at the man in front of him. "Holy fuck, I'm going to cry-" he wheezed. Alastor looked at the man confused.

"Look at yourself Bambi, see anything different about yourself? Oh... Oh, I'm going to beat your ass now you scrawny fuck-" he was cut off by the demon in front of him.

"What are you talking about-" The deer looked down... his hooves were gone, replaced by feet. what the fuck...? the demon thought to himself as he took the time to look down at his hands, which seemed to now be too small for his gloves. He removed one of the gloves, finding a tan colored hand, similar to the color of his skin from when he was alive... His breath hitched as his smile strained. His hands traveled up to his hands... where were his ears...?? Where were his antlers...? The overlord started to internally panic- his smile got wider and sharper as his hands traveled around his body, he rolled up his sleeves showing fleshed toned skin, littered in scars...

"Adam..." Alastor spoke softly... he was human again?? how was this possible...?"

"Adam, sir... what the FUCK did you DO!" He screamed, his smile starting to hurt from how much it's starting to strain.

“Oh.. i dont know to be completely fucking honest.” Adam stated with a deadpanned expression. Alastor looked at him like he had 5 heads.

“Well, time to die! bye bitch!” Adam laughed viciously as he swung his guitar, slicing the former deers body nearly in half. The man screamed- his raw vocals echoing through the air as he was slammed back against the wall by the blunt force of the angelic weapon. He fell to the ground with a thump.

Alastor’s brain went foggy as he felt his throat close up- his newly human body ached from the gushing wound stretching from his hip to his shoulder- he was no stranger to obtaining injuries, but this was nothing like he had ever experienced. His eyes welled up with tears as his smile strained. He had to keep control, he had to keep the facade up. He struggled to sit up, groaning at every movement until he was able to sit up- his signature red suit, now feeling a little tight from his newly human form, became stained with his own blood. If he had his powers, he would have been able to fix this already. He would have been able to kill the Angel. But now, for the first time in nearly a century, he felt helpless.

“I’m gonna have to disagree with you there,” the man exclaimed through groans and winces, lacking his usual static and charm. “Radio is not dead, but it seems like this broadcast had to end a little too early.” He looked down at his hands, seeing his blood gush out of the wound that the angelic weapon caused. By now he would have fled through shadows, but he was left there to sit. Without his demon form, and his microphone- he realized that he stood no chance.

“Well that was solemn, well bye ya red fuck!” Adam exclaimed, waving and spreading his wings- flying away, leaving the former demon on the top of the roof.

As he watched the Angel fly away, he felt his mind scatter- he felt himself lose control, he dug his fingers into his coat, gripping it with all of his might as he felt his tears fall- his smile starting to fade. He was scared. He was the most powerful overlord in all of hell, and now he’s just a useless, injured human in the midst of demons. What was he going to do. He let out a painful sob.

What was he going to do? He looked down, letting his tears fall onto his tan, scar littered skin.

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*three days later*

The extermination was over, the loss of sir Pentious and the disappearance of the radio demon weighed heavily on the residents of the hotel. The residents were discussing future plans involving the hotel and their new involvement with sera and her council in Heaven in the lobby when they heard a knock at the door.

“it’s literally midnight, who the fuck would be knocking at this hour” husk sighed.

“Well, husk! Any time is a good time to seek redemption!” The princess exclaimed enthusiastically, heading to the front door. She opened the door with excitement, not even taking the time to observe who was at the door.

“Welcome to the Haz- huh?” she stopped dead in her tracks, observing the man in front of her.

The man looked very human.. a little too human to be in hell. He had a strained smile, sharp and trembling. He had tan skin and curly brown hair, slightly covering his eyes. He wore a white dress shirt with dress pants in a shade of maroon. The man wasn’t wearing shoes. She looked down, seeing the blood that was staining the front of his shirt. He was clutching his chest, and his eyes looked foggy. All the residents observed the man, looking concerned… and confused?

They sat like that for about 45 seconds until husk broke the silence

“Um… is no one gonna talk about how there is a fucking BLEEDING HUMAN at our front door?” Husk exclaimed, gesturing towards the man.

“I don’t appreciate the yelling, Husker.” The man stated, his smile straining as he stared at husk, clutching his chest.

“How do you know my name?” Husk said, defensively.

The man’s smile sharpened, before he fell into the princesses arms- lightheaded and dizzy from the wound.

“Charlie, for my first favor, I need you to help me to my room.” The man said.

“What..?” Charlie said, looking at the man in her arms. She examined him further. She examined his facial features, his stature, his eyes, all very familiar to her- just, more.. human?

“We made a deal remember?” The man gripped on to her tighter, staring into her eyes with what seemed to be fear and pain.

“Alastor?” She said, looking down at the man in shock.

“Yes, dear.” The man’s strained smile relaxed as his body relaxed.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” the cat and the spider both exclaimed at the exact same time.

Well, this is going to be interesting.

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[mrkis]

imagine you’re out with boyfriend jeno and you’re with your parents or your friends, he presents himself like such an angel (and he is) and he’s such a sweet gentleman, friendly and sweet for hours and hours but he’s so horny but he can’t find anywhere to fuck you, how can he when you’re with your parents? he’s starting to get really needy and touchy and honestly wants to go home but before you know it, your back ends up against the walls of some bathroom in a restaurant. he doesn’t care who hears, he wants to hear you screaming his name, he wants everyone to hear how good he’s fucking you and how drunk you are on his cock. he’s deep inside of you and smirking as you try to cover your mouth and bite on your palm but this guy deadass locks your arms above your head, he even doesn’t let you kiss him cus he knows that you’ll use that to try and stay quiet 😭😭

he’s grunting, his lips against your ear but that doesn’t mean the walls swallow his noises. you’re pushed against the door, he’s slamming into you at a speed that has you nearly weak in the knees, he’s literally the only thing holding you up. his muscular hands touch you everywhere as he’s fucking you, they squeeze around your thighs, around your hips as his hips push into you, over your breasts, above your head to keep your arms in place… hes obsessed with touching you.

he’s pushing you against the wall, at a speed and force that will literally make the two of you become the wall 😭 and it will end up on the floor and he can’t he asked to stand back up so he just fucks you on the floor. you’re both covered in sweat, clammy palms and hairs sticking, heavy breathing and tense jaws. you’re both so utterly consumed by one another. you’ll hold each other so tightly, your legs wrapped around his neck or his waist, your arms on his flexed biceps while he repeatedly slaps your ass, squeezing the flesh as he goes deeper and deeper inside of you. your hands would come to his chain, bringing him as close to you as possible. the rest of the dinner resumes with you’re inability to walk and bf jeno being a fucking tease 😭😭 the way he looks at you.. the messages he sends you.. touching you under the table.. he’s a menace and you just know that you’re gonna be edged for the rest of the night for no other reason but he wants to hear you beg for his monster cock, he wants to keep you waiting, he wants you to suffer and hes crazy that his cock is the only thing that’s able to stop your suffering. your boyfriend being fucking batshit crazy when it comes to your pussy and fucking you

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#im going crazy

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[yeyinde]

Can we have sub!Soap 🥺 please. Like he kindly let's her have control for one night and he fuckin loves it. Maybe she ties his hands and makes him beg to let him touch her while she rides his face or something (,: I think he would be so good at begging

hiya, op! so sorry this took so long!!

Sub!Soap was such a delight—thank you so much for this! 🫣

warnings: Sub!Soap; begging; face-sitting/face-riding—f!receiving; female!reader; female gendered anatomy; femdom; unfettered filth; Johnny is stupid for you

"Y'have no idea what y'do t'me, hen—"

His words are barely coherent when he slurs them out, breath humid and heavy on your neck. The hot, wet press of his tongue follows, laving across your pulse point. It's the flash of teeth against your skin that has you tipping your head back in pleasure. 

"Johnny," you murmur his name softly, words swallowed by the sound on the television—Everton versus the Celtics, or so he told you when you stumbled home that evening, exhausted from work. It's lost in the grainy static of cheers, and the booming voices of the commentators. 

He's incorrigible tonight—grasping at you with feverish hands as he tugs your trousers down, pawing at your flesh. 

There is a desperation in the way that he moves, so different from his usual teasing demeanour. A roughness in how he handles you, touches you. It sits low in your belly until you're burning from the fervid hands that roam your body until not an inch has been left untouched, until his fingerprints are a mosaic on your flesh. 

"Please, hen—," he murmurs into your sternum, hair tickling your nose. "I just need it—need it so bad—"

The taste of whiskey on his tongue is sharp when you lean down, moulding your lips to his. 

Johnny's kisses are always so needy. So intense. He kisses you deeply, thoroughly, as if he can't get enough of the taste, and doesn't stop until you're pushing at his chest, gasping for air. 

There is something in the way he aches for you tonight that simmers inside your veins. A liquid spume of rich confidence: the illicit tang of conquest. 

It's almost like an out-of-body experience when you thread your fingers through his hair—longer now that he's on leave—and pulls. He groans against your bottom lip, deep and heavy; the noise vibrating through your chest. It's—

Addicting.

Your fingers tighten until a fistful of his brown locks is sat in your palm. Another tug, and he whimpers. 

"Fuck, hen—," he pants, hands clenched around your waist. "That feels so fuckin' good—"

"Yeah?" You purr, thick with coquettish mirth; a slurry of want and power. "You gonna be a good boy for me, then?"

"Jesus Christ—"

Your words seemed to have stunned him. He's malleable, pliant, when you push him down on the couch. Eyes wide, hungry; his mouth red from your teeth—Johnny looks like he was made to be beneath you. 

"I wanna tie you up, Johnny." You whisper to him, tongue rolling over your upper lip. He shudders under you, head tips back as he groans again. "Make you beg for it."

"Ah, fuck—" his hips jerk, nearly toppling you off. His hands snap up, grasping your waist. An apology spills from his lips. "You cannae say shite like that t'me."

The broken end of a giggle tips out when his accent thickens. “Oh no?” 

He groans, shoulders tensing when your hands fall to his chest. “Jesus—”

"Want me to ride you?" You murmur, cocking your head at him. "You can't touch me, though."

His tongue flicks out over his bottom lip, eyes cresting with want. "Aye," he rasps, swallowing thickly. "But—I want to taste you, hen." 

Your breath catches, words barely a whisper. "Oh, yeah? You want me to—"

"Sit on my face, bonnie. I want to taste your cunt."

His words bludgeon through you; molten need pools in your lower belly. You shiver.

"That what you want? Want me to ride your face? Get you all messy—"

His hips twitch again. You can feel the swell of his cock against your ass. 

"C'mon, hen, please—"

His hands are burning when he grabs your waist, helping you move over him. It's liquid with Johnny—years of practice in the SAS make him agile, and strong: you can feel it in his hands when he takes hold of you. 

There is something magnetic about a man who surrenders himself to you wholly despite the clear distinction in power. 

Balanced over him like this, staring into those hazy eyes, it's almost intoxicating, more so than the half-drunk cup of whiskey and coke made you feel. The surge of it through your veins makes you dizzy. Delirious with it, really. 

"Johnny," you breathe, heart thrumming when he immediately looks up, responding instantly to you. "You're not allowed to touch me, love. I want your hands—," you grasp his wrist, sliding them down until his palms rest flat on your thighs; "—right here. Don't move."

The command slips with an ease that makes his eyes flutter, a soft groan rolling out of his throat. "Fuck, hen—just gimme it, please—"

Like most things with Johnny, it—this— started out as a joke. 

A friend's wedding in Aberdeen. A few drinks. He kept talking, teasing. His hand was heavy on your thigh, hidden from view of everyone. Glass of scotch in hand, eyes azure in the coruscating lights hanging from the beams above, you could taste the anticipation in the air when he dipped his finger between your legs, hiking the hem of your dress up. 

He leaned down. The scent of sin on his breath. "Be good for me, dove. No one'll notice." 

In response, you'd clamped your thighs tight together, trapping his wandering hands. Smile taut, eyes sharp, you purred: if you don't stop it, Johnny, I'm gonna have to punish you, love.

His hand twitched. 

"Yeah?" His voice was lower, breathier than you'd ever heard him speak. "How so? What'll y'do to me—"

Your eyes cut across the table. No one was watching. No one noticed this moment. But his words were liquid in your ear. 

"I'll have to tie those wandering hands up, won't I?" 

He spilt his drink on the table when he set the glass down. 

Johnny looked back at you, and you knew this wasn't over. You should have known then that trouble was simmering in the hazel eyes. 

And now—

"Yeah, bonnie," he breathes against your cunt when your fingers thread through his hair, giving a sharp tug. "Just like that." 

Johnny isn't the type of man to be incredibly dominant in the bedroom. There is an ebb and flow. He gives just as much as he takes, and so long as he has you writhing around, and desperate for him, he's a happy man. 

This, however, is new. Uncharted territory. 

"Are you sure, Johnny?"

His eyes are molten. "Fuck, hen. You have no idea."

There is a pinch in your muscles from holding yourself above him like this, barely an inch away from that devious mouth, but still. You hold it. Swallow it down. You want him to beg.

"Is that how you ask for it, Johnny?" You coo, tightening your grip on his hair. "Mind your manners, baby. I know you can do better than that."

Your words make his eyes roll. Milky whites flood his lower lids as he tips his chin back, a ragged whine spilling out. "Steamin' fucking Jesus, hen—," he chokes, hands squeezing the meat of your thighs. 

It's a parody of what he once whispered into your ear, fingers buried in your cunt. 

Mind yer manners, hen. 

Words tumble out in a gruff litany, too fast and slurred for you to keep up with. 

"Come on, now—" a sharp pull makes him croak. "Don't you want me to ride your face, Johnny?"

"Please, hen, fuck—! I need your cunt. I need it bad—"

It's rucked: gathered at the base of his throat where it sits, heavy and syrupy thick. The timbre, the desperation, the quiver in his voice makes you whimper, your core tightening with want. You need his mouth on you, need something to stem the ache inside of you. 

You almost give in, almost drop your drenched pussy to his lips, but you don't. You can't. 

He can do better than that. 

"Johnny," you tut, rolling your hips over his mouth. Just a tease. Just a brush. His hands tighten, trying to pull you closer. "Stop."

He freezes immediately. 

You're sure this isn't what the SAS meant when they said they'd train him to be perfectly disciplined and obey commands in an instant, but you can't help sending a small bout of gratitude to the heavens for that. Your perfect soldier. 

(Somewhere in the great yonder, you can only assume his superior officer is cursing your name.)

"If you don't behave, Johnny, I won't let you touch me at all. I'll make you keep your hands over your head." 

"No, no, no—," it's out before you even finish. "I'll be good, hen, I'll be so fuckin' good fer ya."

"Then prove it."

His hands spasm over your flesh, and then go still. The steadying breath he takes rolls over you, and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip to keep from whining. 

This man will ruin you. 

His eyes are wide and saturated in desire. Like a good soldier, he waits for his command. 

Fuck—

(That is, of course, if you don't ruin him first.)

"Do you want to taste me, baby? Want my pussy on your mouth?"

He nods, eager and frenzied. "Fuck, yes, yes, yes—please, bonnie, I need it so fuckin' bad—"

"I'm going to give you a taste, love." You murmur, hand slipping down until you're cupping the back scruff of his mohawk in your palm. Another fistful. His lashes flutter. "But you better make it good, yeah? Or I'll make you sit there and watch as I get myself off instead."

"Fuckin'—Christ —!"

His hips jerk again. Eyes whiting out. 

It's the way his forehead crumples at the image conjured, eyes squeezing shut, that makes you whimper. His body trembles under you, coiled tight; muscles pull together in an effort to keep himself from moving. To obey your command. 

Your breath knots in your lungs, core throbbing at the sight of him so needy for it, so lost in the hazy thought of watching you fuck your cunt, play with your clit, and not letting him do a damned thing at all, makes your spine tingle. Makes goosebumps erupt over your flesh. 

(Something, then, to try later.)

Your voice is already wrecked—low, breathy. It's a sultry roll of want, eager and desperate. "Ready, love?"

His only response is a deep groan, another pitch of his hips. Johnny's eyes slide open. Molten gold gazing at you. 

"Please, hen, please—"

The first desperate swipe of his molten tongue delving between your folds has you shuddering from the intense pleasure that roils inside of your core. It's good. So fucking good. 

Johnny eats your cunt like he'll never have it again. Like it's something to be savoured. A delicate treat, an expensive wine. Slow and sweet, dragging it out until you have tears running in rivets down your raw cheeks, throat hoarse from begging him for so long. It's tender, almost. Barely a graze. A whisper of his tongue. He pants against your cunt, blowing softly at your clit until you're tugging at his hair for respite. 

Discipline, you think, watching the way his eyes roll when he finally gets his fill of you. Mouth devouring you whole. He's controlled in his movements despite the obvious strain in the way he rolls his tongue over you, but the agony leaks out in the pinch of his fingers, the shudders wracking through his body. The jerks of his hips. His mouth works seamlessly, but his eyes encapsulate the neediness brimming inside of him. 

It's palpable when he nudges his nose against your mound, breath harsh and heavy when it comes out. Heaving gasps and gusts of air as if he was drowning, and struggling to stay afloat. 

Maybe, he is. 

But it's—

Not good enough. 

You want to break him. Shatter that self-control until it fragments between your thighs. Until he's whining into your cunt, begging for reprieve. 

Your head tips back, hips rolling over his mouth. The stubble on his chin and cheeks scratch the soft, sensitive flesh of your inner thighs, but the burn feels good. You want him to mark you. Love it when he rubs himself over your skin until you're raw from it. 

"Johnny," you whimper, his name a hymnal on your tongue. "Stop—"

It's a nearly maddening sense of torture when he grunts against your pussy, curses spilling from his mouth. But he listens. 

Your good soldier. Your obedient man—

"Fuck," he slurs, the word bitten and doused in anger, frustration. "Come on, hen, I need your cunt. I need my mouth on your pussy. You want it, I know you fuckin' do, so why're ya—"

"Johnny—" his name is sharp. He stills immediately. You pull his head up, pressing yourself against his mouth. "You need to learn when to shut up."

His eyes flash. A challenge brims in those molasses depths. Sticky, thick, and now bubbling with ire. You've angered him. 

Johnny always gets what he wants. Always. And now—

It's euphoric. The absolute unfettered debauchery that spools inside of your head is enough to make you shudder. To have a man whose strength could easily knock you aside and take what he wanted without it even being a fight reduced to smouldering vexation over not getting to taste your cunt is a rush, it's a high you could fall into. He's docile beneath you. Listening to every word you say. But his eyes—

A shaky smile splits across your face. "You want it, babe? Want my pussy?"

"Yes," he hisses, brows furrowing tight together. There is aching desperation in his eyes. A plea. "I need it, hen. I want your pretty pussy on my face. I want you to ride me until you cum on my tongue. I need you, pretty thing. I need it—"

"Be a good boy, then, and prove it to me."

He doesn't hesitate. His tongue slips over you, eyes dropping when he finally has your taste back in his mouth. He moans when you sink down, when your hand lifts, pinching your nipple as he delves inside your core. 

His control breaks when you grind your cunt over him. Hands tighten, fingers digging into your flesh, and then he shatters. His mouth is liquid when it seals over you, tongue laving against your clit, eyes rolling back into his head. Johnny moans again; the low groans spilling from deep within his chest. 

It's sloppy. All of that curated control obliterating in his ire, his neediness to have you. To make you cum. 

Make it good, you'd said. 

The challenge in his eyes reared. I fuckin' intend to.

(Johnny is such a good boy when he breaks.)

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Kinkmas 3

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

A/N: I think this one may be one of my favorites this time around. Stockings feel like a very Jake thing.

Kinkmas Masterlist

Pairing: Jake x Fem!Human!Reader

Warnings: P in V, Oral (F Receiving), Creampie, Age Gap (Reader is 25, Jake is 38)

Stupid. How could you have let it get this bad? You know you’ve been busy and preoccupied with the various projects you’ve been working on around the lab lately, but you didn’t realize how badly distracted you’ve been until you had to get dressed this morning. Rummaging through your dresser for underwear only to find that you had no more clean pairs. All of them tossed lazily into your growing laundry pile in the corner. 

You needed something and somehow, the only thing you managed to find was a pair of black stockings tucked away deep in your sock drawer. You figured having something to cover you was better than nothing, but you’re starting to have some second thoughts. Somehow, wearing them without anything else feels…erotic. Despite being completely covered by your skirt, you still feel as if everyone knows. But that’s just your own paranoia. At least, you hope it is. 

To make matters even worse, Jake is here today. Something about providing samples for the lab. When you walk through the doors and see him, it’s like there’s suddenly fire behind your cheeks. You can’t help but remember the last time he came by the lab and you ended up wearing your knees as earmuffs.

The second his eyes are on you, you can feel the tension radiating off of him. His tail flicks excitedly behind him and his ears swivel back and forth as he eyes you up and down. You immediately know that he’s plotting a way to get you alone as soon as possible. 

He quickly excuses himself from the conversation he was in to make his way over to you at your desk. There are still a lot of eyes around so he has to play this as casual as he possibly can. 

“Hey kid, Kiri said to ask you for some book that you were gonna let her borrow.” He peers down at you with expectant eyes and it’s nearly impossible to clench your thighs any tighter together. Not that it matters. You can tell from the way his nose twitches that he can still smell the arousal soaking through the thin mesh fabric of your stockings. 

“Right, it’s on my bookshelf”, you clear your throat hoping to clear the lump that seems to have formed there. Standing from your spot, you quickly adjust your skirt back down and lead him out of the lab and down the corridor. You pass people here and there and try not to look them in the eye meanwhile Jake is all smiles with everyone. 

When you finally make it to your room, you watch from the corner of your eye how Jake has to bend down to fit through the door frame. The sheer size of him makes a nervous excitement settle in your stomach knowing what was coming. 

The second the door slides closed behind him, Jake is immediately on you and bending you over on your bed. 

“Ah! J-Jake!” but before you can get another word out, he’s flipped your skirt up, dropped to his knees behind you, and buried his face into your cunt through the barely-there fabric. An embarrassing whimper leaves your lips when he licks long stripes up the length of your pussy.

“Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me.” he says using his hands on your ass to grip and spread your cheeks while he admires the view. 

“I need these out of my way now.”

“W-wait, what are you–” you’re cut off by the sound of fabric ripping and the sensation of air against your slick covered cunt. 

“Jake!” “I’ll get you new ones later” he quips back smacking a hand across your ass. He takes a moment to admire the way that the soft flesh of your ass and thighs spills out between the tears in the stockings. You can feel the thick tip of his dick drag itself through your slick before he slowly starts to push into you. A nearly silent scream jumps from your mouth at the sheer stretch. Jake groans behind you feeling the way your gummy walls hug around him tight with just the right amount of give. A strong hand rests on your lower back keeping you held in place for him to drag his hips back and let you feel every inch of him as he carves out the perfect spot for himself inside you.

“Mmf! Jake…ah!”

His ears twitch at the sound of his name on your lips in ecstasy. He can’t hold himself back from starting to rut into you harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the silence in your room and every thrust pushes a new sound from your mouth. 

“Don’t be too loud, baby girl. Imagine what they’d say if they knew you were here all spread open for me, hm?” The smirk on his face is evident knowing fully well that it was near impossible for you to keep quiet right now. 

He leans more of his weight onto you, anchoring you to the mattress. You struggle to find your footing as the stockings keep making you slip across the smooth surface of your floor. 

From this new angle, he hits the spot that makes your back arch and your hips push back onto him further.

“Ah! J-Jake, I’m gonna cum!” 

A growl rumbles in his chest over you. His strokes get stronger trying to coax your release out of you. After just a few more perfectly placed thrusts, your orgasm rips through you causing your body to convulse and eventually collapse. Jake revels in the sight of your eyes rolling and the thin string of drool falling from your lips as he continues fucking you through your release. 

He mumbles curses under his breath finally spilling his load deep inside you. Jake does his best to not out his full weight on you as he catches his breath and slides out of you. Your legs give out and his seed slowly flows back out of you and onto the floor. 

He gently taps your thigh, “You alright there, kid?” 

You weakly give him a thumbs up signaling that you were indeed more than alright. He chuckles lowly while helping you get back onto the bed. “You should wear these more often, y’know.”

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