#my whole body felt a shift and then I threw up a lot

[savannahsdeath]

heyy! this is my first time asking a request but can you do more mafia ellie? i love her sm omg 🤭

MAFIA!ELLIE X READER

mdni please<3

warnings: 18+!! mentions of ellie not having time for reader;(( finger sucking? cum eating just smut and ellie ending up shoving her fingers in your mouth because .

writers note: inspired by @seattlesellie 's fic though hers about abby 🤭(read it here) .. i found it days ago and just couldnt get this out of my head goshhh and finding it again was so hard !!

: ̗̀➛ "yeah, good fuckin' job." ellie mumbled in a raspy whisper.

you could see her arm muscles tense as her grip on her phone tightened. you bit your lip and threw your head back, leaning it on her shoulder.

it wasn't supposed to be like that. not at all.

: ̗̀➛ she told you she has a day off - well, she's her own boss, so she could have one any day, but her job is hard to take a break of. there's always some problems or complications. or unexpected calls, like this one. of course, she apologised a hundred times before picking it off (not really, she just murmured a half-assed 'sorry, babe'), but it didn't make it any less annoying.

: ̗̀➛ so you ended up pressed against her chest with legs spread wide open, making room for her right hand, which, much to your surprise, didn't slid out of you.

"ellie—" you let out a desperate mewl, feeling her fingers slow down as her focus shifted to the person on the phone.

she shushed you, planting a loving kiss on your neck, which only added fuel to your neediness.

"i know." she whispered, curling her fingers inside of you to prove her point. she straightened up as if whoever she was talking with could see her previous posture. "uhh, yeah... could you repeat?"

her every move would force a sound out of the back of your throat, every touch of her lips on your neck whenever she wasn't the one speaking left dark marks on your skin. you held onto her hand, digging your nails into her forearm what didn't bother her at all. being silent wasn't easy, it took lots of self-control which disappeared in ellie's presence.

: ̗̀➛ it was even harder when the "good fuckin' job" turned out to be something more like "fucked job". that's when you finally earned her focus. her fingers found the perfect way to calm her down, take some anger out and let her listen to your beautiful moans. you really tried to be quiet, but all you could do is purse your lips, what only muffled all the little whimpers.

"look, if you don't figure it out till tomorrow, you're fucking dead." she hissed, her frustration spreading through her whole body - from head to toes.

you felt the electricity cumulating in her fingers, you felt how mad she was. oh, yes, you felt that.

"i—" you whined, tugging on her arm to get even more of the attention.

"hushh..." she clicked her tongue, turning back to her phone. "i'm not kidding. your wife's gonna get your head as a christmas gift, if i'll feel generous."

every single word that escaped her mouth caused another gasp from you, because you didn't really listen to how harsh her statement was, you just enjoyed her raspy voice which was perfectly sychronised with her fingers. when she spoke slowly, her movement would also slow down, and, oh, how much you wanted to beg her to hang up.

"i don't care— no, shush, shut up." she hissed, but you felt better at the thought of you not being the only one who has to stay quiet now. "i have no idea how you'll do it, but you will, or i swear to god i—" her slim digits digged into you as she kissed your cheek, mumbling a tired; "fuckin' idiots" close to your ear while pulling away.

the man on the phone must start to get nervous, as his pathetic voice was now audible even for you. he kept apologizing and rambling nonsense, though ellie wasn't really interested in his excuses. plus, she had other things to do.

she used the little break as much as she could, pumping her fingers in and out of you and even slightly withdrawing her phone from her ear so she could listen to the sticky, dirty noises. nuzzling her face in your neck, she let out a long hum, either satisfied at the sound or to make the poor man think she cares. maybe both.

eventually, she continued her conversation. not forgetting about a disappointed, dramatic sigh first, of course. "any last wish?" she asked with an obvious smirk.

his voice raised even more, now not only apologizing but begging her for forgiveness. ellie never hurt any of her 'workers', unless they were traitors, so the fact that he took her seriously seemed unusual and, at some point, hilarious.

: ̗̀➛ you were so close, finally, after minutes of this torture - of your satisfaction disappearing for a few seconds just to come back... just to leave again, making your neediness take over. you bit your lip and looked at ellie, plopping your head on the crook of her neck. she felt how fastly and roughly you exhaled against her collarbone, grinning in amusement. you shifted, pressing your back even harder to her chest so you could feel it raising and falling as she breathes. your eyelids fell, making you get lost in a dark maze of every possible sense but sight.

"ellielliellie!" you whined, her name rang out in the dense, cold air.

your voice could be definitely heard on the other side of the phone, though the man didn't even stop his panicked rambling, what probably meant he was too busy to notice it.

she tsked as your throbbing walls clenched around her, her soaked fingers dripping on her palm. the ache which was persistently located somewhere deep in your body, maybe in the core of your bones, and didn't want to let go of you finally subsided. your hands almost unconsciously rested against your sides and as you opened your eyes you could see little moon shapes left on her forearm, where your nails digged into her.

it took you by complete surprise, not giving you time to react - though you wouldn't do anything anyway - before your pornographic moan got cut off with her digits sliding inside of your mouth. your saliva pooled down as your teeth grazed her flesh; salty and,, callous. her palm rested against your chin, forcing you to keep it raised.

"el—luhh" you tried to mumble but it came out as nothing like your girlfriend's name. it was slobbery, unclear and— disgusting.

she turned back to her phone, making you only able to guess what her expression was but she was, without a doubt, smirking. your tongue flopped flat beneath / against her fingers, earning a hum from ellie. as your pouty lips closed around her, her digits moved in deeper, causing you to gag for a second.

"c'mon, you'll live." she rolled her eyes, and you weren't sure which one of you is she talking to now - you, or the man who thinks he fights for his life, when in reality his 'threat' doesn't even listen to him?

your view range was violated by her grip, but you could see how unbothered she was through the corner of your eye. you could feel it - feel that her thighs don't tremble and clench, or that her breath is steady and deep, unlike yours.

as she shoved her fingers almost knuckles deep in your mouth, she spread them as if to gesture scissors and you swore you can read her mind, so you twirled your tongue around them, cleaning them up. your own juices got replaced with just as messy saliva, which small droplets cumulated in the corner of your lips. you couldn't help but suck on her digits, and the action itself made your eyes watery.

"you'll stay silent now, 'kay?" she spoke up in a mocking tone, and you couldn't tell who is she talking to again - no matter which one of you it was, you knew she wasn't asking and you hoped that the man realizes it too.

still, you nodded, making her whole hand follow your movements, what almost felt like she's the one controlling your body's reaction.

"of course you will." she cooed in a serious voice, though there was a different undertone - laced with taunting sweetnes.

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[somber-sapphic]

Cooking With A Cold

〖500 Follower Prompt: “Oh sweetheart, you’re worse than I thought” + “Sorry, I can’t stop sneezing” + 🏥〗

〖Summary: You hurt yourself while trying to cook a romantic meal for your girlfriend.〗

〖Word Count: 1.5k〗

〖Pairing: Natasha x Sick Reader〗

〖A/N: Hello! So, some of you may know there was a bit of a "situation" last week which threw me off a bit and I decide to postpone posting this. I know, it's been months, but I really needed to recompose and regroup which changed my plan. Sorry, I know this is a bit long but I hope you enjoy!〗

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Natasha had just gotten home from a long mission and when she had come into the kitchen you’d screeched at her to get out, not wanting to ruin the surprise. She’d left laughing and was currently sitting on the couch in preparation for what she didn't expect to be an incredibly fancy dinner. She knew that you hated to cook and assumed you’d just thrown a few frozen things in the oven and mac and cheese or something on the stove. 

Instead, you had taken it upon yourself to make her favorite dinner and a dessert to go with. Over the two weeks that she had been gone, you’d been watching cooking videos and practicing in your spare time. There was a lot of spare time. You had decided to make her a medium-rare steak with baked asparagus and sauteed mushrooms. Following that there was a cheesecake in the fridge that had come out much better than you’d expected.

When planning this fancy meal that you very much didn't know how to cook, you had been so excited. You were thrilled to get to spend real time with your girlfriend and you wanted her to tell you everything about the ocean and beach and blue skies. It hadn't been a particularly dangerous mission, and you were sure that she’d be happy to tell you all of the more fun details. 

So of course, your body had decided to throw something at you. Maybe it was the long nights spent awake wishing you weren't alone in your bed, maybe it was the fact that one of the Avengers (Clint) seemed intent on spending time with you even though he was clearly sick (it was probably the second one), but the cause didn't matter because you were sick. Sick sick. 

You didn't have a little sniffle that you could push through with a dose of cold medicine and a few tissues, you had a full-on everything hurts, whole body feels hot and cold, stuffy and runny nose, dizziness, chest cough that won't let up kind of cold. Or maybe the flu. You weren't sure, but that didn't particularly matter to you either. For now, all that mattered was you staying upright for long enough to finish this meal. 

Between breaks of sitting on the floor and about one million tissues, you’d managed to get down to the last stretches. The steak was done, and ready to be cut. The mushrooms were sitting on the stove covered by a pot lid to keep them warm. All that was left was the asparagus sitting in the oven and the timer for those had just gone off. 

You pulled yourself to your feet and stumbled slightly, the world shifting quickly around you as your center of gravity changed. It was all you could do not to grab the hot stovetop and stumble into the counter instead, hoping that you hadn't made too much noise. You may have felt awful, but you didn't need Natasha to know that. 

With your brain on autopilot, you stuck your hands into the oven and grabbed the metal pan with a bare hand. You were so out of it and ready to be finished cooking dinner that you hadn't realized you had forgotten the oven mitt until you felt white-hot pain shoot through your hand. 

You pulled back with a strangled gasp, catching the back of your hand on one of the oven racks as you did. Tears of pain clouded your vision momentarily and you clutched your hand to your chest, unsure what to do. The gasp led to a fit of coughing that left you doubled over and panicking. If you just kept standing there your dinner would burn, but you were pretty sure that your hand was useless. And the room was still spinning.

Now you’d have to get Natasha and she would be upset because not only had you ruined dinner, but she’d also need to take care of you. You stood there frozen, and to your utter horror, you began to cry. The frustration of it all was too much. All you’d wanted to do was make a nice hot dinner for your incredibly busy girlfriend and now you needed her help. 

“Hey Nat?” You called out in a watery voice, congestion seeping into your worlds. You sniffled and brought your tightly clenched hand up to wipe your nose on your sleeve, doing your best not to disturb the burn. A tiny part of your brain was telling you that you should probably be running it under cool water or at least stick it in the fridge, but it hadn't quite caught up to the part that was shutting down the pain. 

Natasha, bounced into the room, her smile lighting up her eyes falling as she saw the twisted expression on your face and the protective way you were holding your hand. You could feel your lower lip quivering and your nose might have been running again but you weren't sure, you were just humiliated. To be safe, you swiped your hand against your fist and sniffled. 

“Oh dorogory, what happened?” She asked, rushing over to wrap her arms around you. You laid your head against her shoulder and let out a whimper, wishing that you didn't have to admit to your failure out loud. This was all so humiliating. 

She pulled back for a moment and cupped your cheek, lips pursed, and eyebrows furrowed. She glanced back at the half-open oven, then at your hand, then back into your eyes and you watched her face go from pure terror for your safety to understanding concern. 

“Show me please?” Nat murmured, not wanting to force your hand open and risk hurting you more. You started to nod, but quickly wrenched away to sneeze into your elbow. One sneeze turned into four which turned into a bout of raspy coughing which made you glad you’d managed to turn in time. You didn't want to get her sick too. 

You extended your hand at the end of the fit, revealing the blistering burn across your palm. 

“Oh, Y/n, I could tell you were sick, but sweetheart, you’re worse than I thought!” She exclaimed, studying your burn intensely as she flicked her eyes up to your mess of a face. You wrinkled your nose and sniffled again, blinking rapidly at her. Black dots had appeared in the corners of your vision in these last few seconds, and you were beginning to wonder how much longer you’d be able to stand up. 

“Shit, okay. Let's get you sitting.” You didn't have to say a word, Natasha was right there wrapping her arm around your waist and leading you to the living room. She even managed to turn the oven off as she practically carried you out and set you down on the sofa. 

You leaned against the arm of the couch and rested your head on the cushion, another low rumbling cough echoing through your chest. It hurt to breathe, and you could hear a slight wheeze that might be more audible to those with less clogged ears. 

“Okay. This hand really doesn't look great baby and I don't like the sound of your breathing. You’re going to hate this, but there’s an Urgent Care a few minutes away and I think we need to go. They might be able to get you something for the pain and something to open up those lungs, okay?” She didn't bother to sugarcoat (much) and her tone made it clear that she wasn't asking. Whether you wanted to or not, you had earned yourself a trip to Urgent Care. 

Instead of answering you sneezed again, barely able to direct the sneezes to your lap rather than in her direction. You knew it was gross, but you couldn't seem to make your limbs cooperate the way you wanted them to. Lifting a pinky felt like lifting a thousand tons. 

“M’sorry. I can’t stop sneezing.” You mumbled, hoping those words were enough to convey just how sorry you were, not just for the sneezing but for everything. Natasha kissed the top of your head and pressed a tissue to your nose, guiding your uninjured hand to hold it there. 

“No apologies my love, just sit tight. I’ll get your shoes and your favorite blanket then we’ll head out, okay?” She soothed, running your fingers through your hair as she talked.

Her voice was the sound of summer rain on a warm night, slow rolling waves on a white sand beach, and birds chirping in a lush green forest. It was every comforting thing anyone could think of plus ten more. She was all that. She never failed to make you feel safe, loved, accepted, and, most importantly, worthy of feeling all of those good things. 

You nodded wearily and let yourself melt against the couch as she moved around you, turning off lights and gathering whatever she thought that you would need. You were dreading whatever might happen at Urgent Care, but if she was there you knew that it would be okay. She’d make sure that it was all okay. And when you felt better, you’d make her that damn dinner. 

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[sturniololoco]

Sinceeee you said you needed more requests; I was wondering if you could write a Matt x fem reader. The idea being, y/n isn’t having a good Valentine’s Day just because of life, (her potential period), stress from YouTube and more. And she comes home to find her shared bed covered with Valentine’s Day related gifts. Snacks, plushies, flowers, the whole 9 yards. And it is nothing but cute and fluffy all around (I am severally single and I love the fluffy fics more than anything)

Be My Valentine?

Matt S. x fem reader

Warnings: Kissing, lovey-dovey stuff, fluuuuuuff, etc.

Note: I kinda altered this a bit since I got so many different requests for this one, but I hope you enjoy it!

y/n's POV

Valentine's Day is always supposed to be about showing how much you love and appreciate the friends, family, and potential lovers in your life.

Not working a 15-hour shift at IHOP since one of our waitresses called out. Not to mention I'm on my period, and finding time to change out a tampon while on the clock is harder than you think.

The amount of heart-shaped pancakes with whipped cream and sliced strawberries is insane.

Not to mention the horrible tip job. I've barely made 10 bucks in tips, and I've been here since four o'clock this morning!

-

The rush had finally slowed and I was cleaning the tables, scrubbing fast so I could go put all the dirty silverware in the sink before our next rush.

y/n! Get outta here, your shifts done!" My jackass of a boss yelled at me from his office.

"Finally..." I sighed under my breath, grabbing my purse and keys from the back, then slowly dragging myself to my car.

I practically threw my purse into the passenger's side seat, then climbed in myself. I rested my head against my steering wheel for a solid 5 minutes before starting the car up and backing out of the parking lot.

-

I walked into the house I shared with my boyfriend Matt and his brothers, but for the first time in forever, the house was silent.

I put my keys, purse, and apron on the kitchen island before walking to Matt and I's room, in desperate need of climbing into bed beside my boyfriend.

I rounded the corner and slowly opened the bedroom door so as not to wake Matt.

But what I saw made my jaw drop and my heart flutter.

matt was awake, sitting next to a beautiful display of Valentine's gifts. There was a beautiful bouquet of red and pink roses, a box of chocolates, a card, and a little basket full of different makeup products you've been wishing for.

You felt little tears of joy well up in your eyes as Matt's adorable little voice said,

"Happy Valentine's Day baby!" He held his arms out, displaying his beautiful work to me.

I quickly recovered from my state of shock, running over to him and wrapping my arms around his neck in a bone crushing hug, knocking him back down on the bad.

He chucked as I excidedly sqeeled,

"Thankyouthankyouthank!" I kissed him all over his face, showing how my gratitude was filling my body.

He quicly grabbed my hands and held them, giving them a squeeze.

"So, I have a question." He said, his voice getting serious.

My smile dropped at his tone, but lit back up again as he smiled and said,

"Will you be my Valentine?"

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Just some cute little fluff for this special day! Happy V-day y'all, I love you!

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[mqsi]

a smut wear the reader wants put a face mask on gavi and as she’s straddling him while doing it he gets horny?

I combined these two🫶🏻

warning: smut

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You finally convinced you boyfriend, Pablo to do a face mask with you. You saw videos like that on tiktok and wanted to film one of your own. Gavi was sprawled out on the bed wearing a pair of grey shorts and a Barça shirt when you propped up the phone on the nighstand.

“Do you really have to film this tho?” he asked as you threw a bunch of colorful face masks on the bed for him to choose.

“Yes, I do. I want to post it on tiktok later, I already told you, now choose”

Gavi scanned over the packages and went for a bright red one, handing it over to you.

“Alright” you said while opening it carefully. You pressed the record button on your phone, reaching over to your boyfriend. What Gavi didn’t expect tho was for you to straddle his lap suddenly. You didn’t seem to notice the way he shifted a bit as you were stuggling to place the mask correctly.

“Omg Pablo, can you keep still?” Your hips were unintentionally moving against his crotch everytime you would prop upwards to position the mask. Gavi’s face got hot, he could feel a boner forming in his shorts.

“It would be a lot easier if you weren’t grinding on my dick”

You stopped your attempts and looked at him, just now noticing the bulge in his shorts. His hands landed on your hips, pressing you against his clothed dick.

“Pablo” you breathed out and he took the mask from your hands, discarding it on the nightstand. One of his hands travelled up to your neck, pulling you in a kiss. Gavi bucked his hips up making you moan in his mouth, your hands sneaking under his shirt, pulling it off of him.

You continued dry humping each other when his finger hooked under your waistband. Pulling the clothing down, he was met with your slick.

“Mm love, it seems I’m not the only one excited here” he murmured into you neck, leaving wet kisses.

One finger slowly entered you, pumping in and out.

“More”

Gavi chukled, adding another. You were so lost in pleasure that you forgot your phone was filming the whole time.

“Pablo… the phone” you mumbled while his fingers were still exploring you. He glanced at the camera, meeting eyes with your tangled bodies and smiled to himself.

“Let it be”

Soon, you were greedily pulling his cock out. You gave it a few pumps, teasingly rubbing it over your clit. Gavi grunted, grabbing your ass harshly.

“Let me feel you already”

“As you wish” you replied, sinking down on him, both of you moaning at the sensation. You started bouncing up and down on him and Gavi lifted your shirt up, revealing your hardened nipples. His lips met with them making you throw your head back, pure pleasure running through your body.

Gavi kept moaning against your breasts as you pulled him in by the hair, wanting more. He started thrusting up into you, one hand sneaking up to your clit, increasing the pleasure.

“Fuck Pablo, you feel so good”

“Tell that to the camera babe” he replied, grabbing your chin, making you look at the screen.

“You look so hot, taking my cock like this. What If I show this to someone, show them what a slut you can be” he said, reaching for the phone now capturing the spot where your bodies were combined.

You clenched around him, feeling close and Gavi’s words were pushing you even closer.

“You wanna cum for the camera?”

“Mm, yes”

He placed the phone back down, his thrust increasing in speed. One hand was still working on your clit until he felt you crumble down. You moaned loudly against his ear, your juices coating his cock.

“You’re such a good girl for me” he said, but it came out broken as he was close as well. Pulling out of you, he gave his cock a few tugs before ropes of cum met your abdomen.

“Fuck” Gavi breathed out, falling back against the headboard “We should do these hair masks more often”

You looked up at him from his chest, laughing

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a/n: I actually wasn’t planning to post anything, I just started this as a draft, the words kept flowing so here. I guess I had some inspo ;)

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[jxckchxmpi0n]

Press tour

Jack Champion x Actress reader || m.list

Summary : You and Jack have been on a press tour for a few weeks as scream vi was just released. An interview with MTV leads to the realization someone's in love

Word count 1.6k

Tag list: @chaethewriter @demausbreaux

Warning: spoilers for scream vi

It was the last interview of the day. Answering fan questions with Jack for MTV. Both of you were tired and ready to call it a day. As you sat down, the producer came over to explain how it works. "So what will happen I will read you guys the question, answer however long you want keep it flowing simple easy and your done" the costume director came over fixing Jack's clothes and your hair was being fixed.

"What do you say after this wanna get food?" You couldn't turn your head, but out of the corner of your eye, you could see him staring at you. A soft blush came to your cheeks as you hummed a yes. Satisfied with your answer, he turned back "good"

"Alright, we're on in 5, 4, 3" the producer stood behind the camera as they finished the countdown.

"Hi, I'm y/n l/n," you waved and smiled at the camera.

"I'm Jack champion, and we are here with MTV to answer fan questions about Screamvi." he winked at the camera.

'What's your favorite memory while filming scream?'

Jack held a bright smile on his face as he flashed through all the memories of you and the other cast members on set. As you both sat there making comments about how hard it was to choose, Jack was the first to settle on his favorite.

"I would have to say my favorite memories would be when- and well spoilers if you haven't seen it yet- but umm definitely the whole wiping the knife in sync with Liana" you watch him in awe as he explained it was so satisfying yet hard to film. "Overall, it was just very fun to experience the whole scream and ghostface." he turned towards you after he rambled on, a soft blush creeped on his cheeks as he realized.

"You're adorable." You turned to the camera, but your body was still facing Jack, "I would have to say the frat party. There was this scene that we filmed. I don't know if it will ever see light- but it was Chad he was hyping up Ethan to talk to a girl. Which is in the movie - but there's a snippet where we see Ethan actually trying to make the moves on Scarlett, my character look at him so confused because she sees Chad behind him jumping up and down like a little school girl."

"Who are you close with on set?

You both laughed as you thought about the times the cast would just hang out and mess around. The first to come to your mind was Jack. You guys were and are always attached to each others hip. There were many times when filming went late, and the amount of energy that went into filming had finally caught up to both of you.

Mason had found both you and Jack sleeping on the apartment couch while they were filming the "core four scenes" you laid on the inside while Jack laid halfway on you. Mason saw a blanket on the end and just threw it over you two. But what you don't know is Jack woke up and saw Masons' actions. He smiled and saw Mason giving him a thumbs up.

He felt you move underneath him, worried you'd wake up he stayed still. Mason already walked away, and Jack was slowly falling back asleep, his arm laced around your waist as he laid on you. Your arm laid over his back as if you were trying to pull him close if possible.

"I would say y/n, we spent a lot of time together on set and off when we weren't filming," he felt himself get warm, his ears slowly turning red. Shifting in his seat, he made eye contact with you and saw the soft smile you always wore. The one he loved, the one that means he had your full attention.

"That's a good point. There were days they called us in, but we didn't film anything. We were just there to be there if they needed us. So that resulted in us hanging around set trying to find stuff to do. " You saw Jack in the corner of your eye messing with the hem of his shirt, something he always did when anxious.

Your eyes softened at the sight of him, his curls loosely sat on his head, some falling in his eyes. The freckles that were sprinkled around his face - shit. You were madly in love with him! How could you not be? He's a gentleman. He pays attention he's funny he's sweet, he's caring - he's Jack.

"Are you guys aware that many of the fan ship both of your characters together, as well as you in real life?"

Your face grew a shape of red so fast, giggling you quickly jumped in before anything could be said. "I think it's adorable to see what the Fandom creates."

Jack was still on the idea of people out there saying you guys should be together. Well, they aren't wrong. You and Jack are basically a couple, just without the tile. He liked you a lot, and he liked the idea of being with you. But his heart sank at the thought of you not feeling the same way.

Without thinking, Jack quickly jumped in, "I agree with the fans. Maybe in a different universe or something, uh, you know, " an awkward laugh went through his body as he just realized what he had said.

You, as well, very confused awkwardly laughed. On the other side of the camera, the producer motioned for you to do an outtro. Smiling at the camera, you said your name as well as Jack's as he was stuck in thoughts.

"Screamvi is out now in theater." You blew a kiss to the camera, and Jack did a little wave.

"CUT" beautiful guys, we'll get makeup and costumes to take you back, and you guys are free.

Awkwardly, you stood up, taking your mic as well as Jack. "Did you still want to get some food?" He couldn't even look at you. He was so red. Thank god his hair covered his face for once.

"Yeah, uhh, that sounds good. I'm just gonna go change and meet you at the car. " Before any more, he could be said he sped off towards his dressing room.

Twenty minutes passed by, and he finally pulled himself together. He paced I'm his room debating is he wanted to tell you about you feelings.

His stomach was doing flips as he was walking to you. His hands became clammy as he got closer. He saw you standing on the wall looking through your phone. Do it while we're out.

You looked up and saw him walking towards you. He looked like a lost puppy. Looking around, trying to understand where he was, the dark brown of his eyes found yours, and for a second, you saw a calmness take over his body.

"Ready to go?" He nodded his head, and you made your way to the car.

-

There was a cafe on the corner near your place that both of you loved. It was your favorite place. "What you gonna get?" You continued looking at the list as he looked at you. He noticed the shine in your hair, the glow in your skin, the way you bit your lip as you debated what to eat.

"I think I'm just gonna get the club sandwich. Something simple and easy. What about you?" He looked down to remember what he even chose.

"The pasta sounds pretty good. I might just get that." Satisfied with his answer, he closed the menu. The waitress came out and took our order. Food was out in a matter of minutes.

Once the bill was paid, you made your way to your apartment. You were raving on about a story on your upcoming role in a movie, while Jack was stuck in his head.

"Y/n, I need to tell you something." Stopping in the middle of the stairway to your door, you looked at him confused.

"You finally gonna tell me what's been going on in that pretty head of yours?" He smiled. He knew you noticed it.

"Listen, I love you, and I love our friendship - but this," he motioned between you and him. "I want more. I want it all. I want to hold your hand. I want to hug you. I want to be able to look at you and adore you - well, even though I do that already - but god y/n, I'm like in love with you. "

You stood there mouth ajar as he just confessed his love you you. Jack champion said he loved you. A wide smile took display on your face as you stepped forward. Grabbing his shirt, you pulled him into you, and your lips met his.

They were so soft, yet chapped. It took him a second yo realize what was happening, but the second it clicked, he grabbed your waist, pulling your body into his. Smiling into the kiss, your hands made their way to his hair.

He groaned as your hand pulled on it, and your lungs burned as the kiss continued. You felt him pulling away but wanted to keep going. His eyes hazed with lust as he looked at you. His lips swollen and red, your matching his.

"I want it all as well, trust me. I love you," he reached up and tucked a hair behind your ear and kissed you again.

#jack champion #jack champion x reader #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #scream vi #spider avatar #ethan landry smut #ghost face x reader #ethan landry imagine #jack champion imagine

[kittyyeo]

ONE KISS, ONE BITE [kang yeosang]

banner by cafekitsune MINORS and AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.

[vampire!yeosang x f. reader || fantasy au || suggestive || MDNI]

tags: fantasy au, reader studies/teaches herbology, yeosang is like…. an overly romantic and kinda masochist (nothing explicit) vampire, switch yeosang [heavily leaning into sub here], he whines a lot please someone make him stop (or don't), little makeout session, yeosang refers to the reader with names like "darling", "my love" and similar expressions

A storm was welcoming you on your way home that day: heavy raindrops were jumping around, covering the entirety of the small village and getting swept away violently by the river. The wind was blowing, making the trees move abruptly and covering the sky with big, dark clouds.

You were struggling to walk– after spending the whole day in the library with your Herbology students, you felt quite tired. Teaching about the various characteristics of the plants and flowers surrounding your town had always been your passion, but that day you felt quite drained and you needed to go back home as soon as possible.

The village was empty — everyone was taking shelter in their tiny, fragile homes. You were trying to protect your books from getting drenched in the rain, when you had finally arrived home. The wind was fighting against you, making you struggle to open the door, when you finally got welcomed by the familiar scent of the herbs and spices decorating your living room.

The clicking sound of your boots quietly filled the silence as you took a few steps on the solid wooden floor, when you suddenly heard some movements right next to the fireplace. 

Click… click… 

You took a deep breath, your gloved hands holding tight onto each other as you shifted your whole attention to the little spot of your house where you'd keep the logs and spice firestarters for your fireplace. Tension kept rising, step after step, when you suddenly felt a pair of hands delicately resting on your shoulders. 

Before you could gasp or make any noise, the unknown figure made you turn around and gently hushed you with one finger, his ruby eyes shining in the darkness of the room. 

Of course he was there… 

You sighed heavily and loudly as tension left every fiber of your body, before you shook off his hands from you and moved back to the table in the middle of the room, where you finally left your jacket and gloves. 

-Aren't you happy to see me during such a lovely day, darling? - his voice reached your ears in a gentle murmur, even if you weren't facing him you knew he was smiling through his words and you couldn't help but imagine how his pretty, cold lips were curved in that grin of his, barely showing his pointy fangs. 

You shook your head, your figure swiftly moving in the barely lit room as you threw a few logs in the fireplace, ready to light up the space and get a bit warmer. 

-Why would I be happy to have uninvited guests? - you scoffed as you looked around looking for your herbs and spices you usually used to start the fire, confused on why you couldn't find them since you had always left them in the same spot. 

-Here, you're looking for these? - he giggles, his cold hands gently leaving the dried herbs in your hands, your fingers imperceptibly trembling at the light touch of his cold skin with yours, much warmer. 

-I was trying to light it up before you’d arrive but I couldn't get to it. I'm glad you're here though, my love. - he whined dramatically as you ignored his antics and finally, after blinking a few times at the sudden fire creating in front of you, your eyes started adapting and make out the various pieces of furniture adorning the big room. 

And his figure. 

He was standing right in front of you, his body covered in a white shirt with long, puffy sleeves and a pair of high-waisted black trousers. His cold hands were adorned in various rings that sparkled at the contact with the light of the fire. His dark, wavy hair enhanced his face and lightly covered his pointy ears, decorated with a pair of dangling earrings. 

As you absorbed his image in your mind, the heels of his boots clicked on the wooden floor as he took a few steps closer to you, his arms now around your neck as his ruby eyes met with yours, looking at you with a half-lidded gaze. 

-Darling, can I stay the night? 

-Why are you asking when you know you will stay no matter what I say? 

-Mh… touché! - he giggles, his soft, pale lips dangerously close to yours. His fingers gently started caressing your hair, twirling some locks from time to time. 

-Yeosang. - your voice reached his ears in a serious tone. He opened his eyes wide and looked at you, cutely nodding as he had his whole focus on you and you only. 

-Why are you here? 

-Because I love you, obviously!~

-That's not what I meant. Why didn't you stay in the woods? You know when the weather is this bad nobody goes out. 

-But the hunters don't really care about the weather anymore.

You sighed and looked at him in silence, your hand gently resting on his cheek while the other reached his waist. He nuzzled his face against the palm of your hand, resting his soft cheek on it.

After a few seconds of complete silence, he spoke once again. 

-...Can I stay? I don’t think my leg has healed properly, yet.- he whispered, his lips curved in a light pout as he was trying to convince you. Though there was no need to, as not only you would have gotten persuaded easily, but he would have stayed in your house no matter your answer. 

-You broke in anyway…- he shifted his hands, now holding your shoulders excitedly anticipating your answer - and your leg hasn’t healed properly…- you muttered, slightly embarrassed, and looked down on the floor. 

On such gloomy rainy days, some company wouldn’t have hurt, right? 

Yeosang clapped, excited, and left a quick peck on your cheek before taking a few steps back to pirouette and then slowly sat on the table, gently parting his legs and letting his back rest against the wall. He gently brushed two fingers along his thigh, inviting you.

Your eyes couldn’t let go of his figure, and your legs lightly followed his invitation, your arms quickly resting on his hips as he welcomed your body to stand between his legs. He looked at you with half-lidded eyes, his bottom lip was held in a soft bite as he brought his finger to gently caress your chin, to let your lips meet with his in a silent, slow kiss. He laced his arms around your shoulders as he let your tongue gently press against his, your lip was now gently bitten, now gently licked: your hand left his hip just to properly pull him even closer to yourself, a sudden moan escaping his wet lips the moment your core brushed against his clothed length.

-D…Darling…- a string of moans left his lips as you started to trace kisses and bites across his jaw and neck. His hands were fumbling with the buttons of his own shirt when you noticed them and stopped him, letting your fingers swiftly remove all the buttons and letting the soft, white fabric rest on the floor right next to your foot. 

You brought back your attention to the vampire, his chest was moving up and down as he took deep breaths. 

-Your skin… so soft as always...- you mumbled, his breath suddenly leaving his trembling mouth as you let your finger brush against his nipple a few times - so sweet.- you added as you moved your lips to softly bite his earlobe, your hands gently tracing his figure with a delicate touch. 

-Please, more…- he pleaded, his voice leaving his mouth in a trembling tone, broken from time to time by soft moans. His mouth was desperately waiting for yours, and when you finally decided to kiss him again, you could feel how his lips were painted in a shy, gentle smile: a soft peck, his teeth gently biting on your bottom lip, your lips delicately adorning his tongue as you started sucking it. You wouldn’t let go, and Yeosang’s moans were getting louder and louder. You suddenly pinched his nipple, making him whine and moan in your kiss, as he was desperately looking for more friction. Your other hand swiftly moved between his legs, feeling how hard he had gotten: your fingers gently brushed along his length, making him aimlessly buck up his hips, desperate.

You suddenly broke your messy, wet kiss and looked at him, the silence of the room only filled by the two of you panting.

-Yeosang, your leg hasn’t healed yet. You said so yourself, didn’t you? - he moaned, noticing the smirk that painted your lips as you left one last kiss on his pale shoulder before getting back his  white shirt from the ground.

-Are you leaving me like this, love? - he whimpered, closing his eyes shut and involuntarily bucking up his hips as you palmed him once again, massaging thoroughly his hard length. 

-Don’t you dare, Yeosang.- you warned him one last time, before gently tucking a lock of his soft, wavy hair behind his ear. You let your thumb brush against his lip, cleaning the little drops of sweat and drool that majestically painted his face, when you finally found enough strength to let go and move to another room to quickly wash up. 

- My moon and stars, oh how I love it when you treat me like this. - he whined loudly, hoping that his voice would have reached you in the other room, his fingers brushing his dark, damp hair as he bit his bottom lip and rested with his back against the wooden surface of the table, shyly hiding his chest with his shirt. - oh, how I love you. - he repeated quietly, his breath toning down as he let his hands gently tap and trace over every single spot where you had left a kiss or a bite.

#ateez x reader #ateez hard hours #yeosang smut #kang yeosang #ateez imagine #ateez smut #yeosang #kpop smut #kpop hard hours #kpop hard thoughts #ateez hard thoughts #yeosang x reader #ateez scenarios #vampire!yeosang

[sugarxlumps]

All Riled Up

I went overboard with the smut, if that's even a thing. So consider yourselves warned!

CONTENT: explicit, explicit smut,Gojo hard dom, uses his infinity as punishment, gojo being annoying, mating press squirting, choking, degradation, pet names (princess, sweetheart), multiple orgasms, etc.

You were fuming by the second. Gojo has been driving you insane showing up uninvited, crashing your missions, interrupting your training, and all the incessant, teasing comments. At this rate, Nanami wasn't going to grant your promotion… it’s either Gojo’s trying to completely redirect your mission or he takes it upon himself to show off and end it so you two can get something to eat… it’s been going on for over a week now.

Granted, he knew you were more than capable, you didn’t need that promotion from Nanami. He found himself rather jealous you weren’t his student instead. That way he could never take his eyes off you. You were intoxicating to him since the day he laid eyes on you. He had to have you, simply watching wasn’t cutting it.

Just as annoyed you were of him, you knew to keep your head straight. You felt like prey, intimated by his intense six-eyes gaze alone that could swallow you whole, even through his blindfolds glasses. At night you wish he did, when you tossed and turned, with an ache in your belly that couldn’t be satisfied, that you knew could only be satisfied by him. It drove you insane, imagining what he could look like under his black sleek uniform. Or the way his skilled hands would work over your body, the way his tongue could dip into your aching pussy. Or better yet, his c-

“Y/n!” Megumi called you back from your imagination once again. You couldn’t explain it, the more annoyed you were throughout the week, the ache in your belly grew… making you even more annoyed that you couldn’t get rid of it yourself.

“What’s got you riled up?” Megumi grunted, “Your cursed energy just burnt up my books.”

“Oh! Geez, sorry Megumi. I didn’t mean to, I’ve just got a lot on my mind. I’ll get you new ones” you apologized.

As the day ended, you headed over to Gojo’s office to request new books for Megumi, attempting to wrangle in your energy before seeing him. It’s the last thing you needed to hear about right now, especially from the source of it all.

“Hey sweetness, come to give me some company?” He smirked, reclined in his seat with his feet propped on his desk.

“Luckily, no.” You crossed your arms, you annoyance already peaking. “I’ve just come to get some new books for Megumi. His… he needs new ones”

He chuckled “And why couldn’t he get them himself? Are you doing favors for everyone around here but me?” He smirked “I’m jealous”

Your annoyance continues to build, your body heating up “No, I-“ you huff in annoyance, “ I burnt them by accident”

He laughed, standing up from his seat to walk around to the front of the desk, leaning on it with his arms folded over his chest. He still towers over you despite his leaning posture and he looked different out of uniform. Dressed in tan slacks and a white button down shirt, that encased his frame perfectly. Highlighting his neck and chest as he left the top two buttons open. Tapering perfectly to sculpt his broad shoulders. His sleeves rolled up and hugging his forearms, accentuating his veins. You shifted in your stance, trying to resist the temptation to rub your thighs together for relief.

“I can guess how. Seems like someone needs to get their cursed energy in check, hm?” He smirked devilishly

You clenched your jaw, grinding your teeth to the point you thought they might crack. “Well if it weren’t for your incessant annoying face, there wouldn’t be anything to check, Gojo” you spat, finally snapping. Your energy was flaming now.

Gojo simply threw his head back laughing. “Easy, sweetheart.” He raised his hands up in defense. “Now I’d consider it an honor if you’re getting that riled up just for me” he tilted his glasses, his eyes devouring yours. He stepped closer, peering down at you as he fully removed his glasses to reveal his celestial blue orbs.

You glared at him still, no matter how intimidating it was to be standing beneath him, like hunter and prey.

“I wouldn’t. And it’s not just for you, Gojo. Last I checked, the world didn’t revolve around you." you lied through your teeth, refusing to back down.

He chuckled deeply, taking another step toward you, only mere inches from your lips. The heat in your body rises even more, making you uncomfortable as you swallowed for air. His whole demeanor darkened, even his eyes… something… dark hid beneath them.

He licked his lips “Mm is that so? Well,” he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, making you gasp in surprise at the contact as he traces it down your neck “Last I checked princess, your world has been revolving around me lately.”

You swear your skin is hot to the touch. You feel your wetness threatening to drip down your legs, wishing you would’ve taken the moment to rub your thighs at the least a little to ease the tension.

“N-no Gojo Sensei.” You mutter as you shake your head timidly.

He laughs darkly, “Sensei? Now you’re getting really desperate.”

He traces his fingers down your arm and over your waist. “I can see right through you, y/n. Your cursed energy is the worst I’ve seen it. I know you're dripping wet and I know you haven’t been able to satisfy yourself. I know you’ve been-“ he sweeps his hand under your skirt, burning a trail up your thigh with his fingers. He slides past your underwear trailing up your stomach. He leans in close to your ear, his breath sending hot shivers down your spine “Thinking about how I’d fuck you right”

You feel dizzy. You whimper softly and grab onto his arm to steady yourself. God he knows just how to push your buttons. So this is what it’s been. This is what you needed.

“If you wanted my attention sweetheart, all you had to do was ask” he chuckled at your reaction. You sighed loudly as he finally kissed you. His hands wrapping around you and roaming you body all at once. It was slow and intense, the way his soft lips melded with yours and the way his hands pressed against you. It was overwhelming, but everything you craved. You moaned into each others mouths, savoring how good you felt against each other, regretting how long you both went without this

His hands ripped the buttons of your uniform, exposing you bra cupping your supple breasts.

“God you’re beautiful” his eyes raked over your face down to your torso.

“But you- you haven’t fully seen me yet” you blush.

“I don’t need to princess, I know you’re perfect. But I agree we should” be smirked, licking his lips. He tore you bra apart as you gasped at his carnal behavior. “See? Perfect.” He said as he sucked and gently tugged on your nipple.

You moaned loudly again, whimpering as he teased you. He kneaded your breasts as he kissed his way up your neck and bit hard, making you bruise to mark you as his own. You hands entangle in his hair and gripped at his expensive shirt.

His hand made its way up your skirt again, his knuckle grinding against your clothed entrance, making your eyes roll as you yelp out another moan. He places a hand over your mouth to muffle you as you grab onto him to brace yourself.

“You’re gonna get us caught baby” he chuckled.

“I-I’m sorry Gojo please. Please just don’t stop, I’ll be quiet” you whine.

“Begging already and I haven’t even begun, huh?” He laughed. “I’d love to show everyone how good I'll make you feel on my cock, but I want your screams to be for my ears only tonight”

He folded his hands, and in the blink of an eye, you were suddenly in his bed. This was really happening. Here, in your professor’s bed. Gojo’s bed.

He wasted no time returning to make marks on your neck, his hands burning trails down your abdomen as he feverishly roams your body. He’s never craved, no, needed anything so badly before. He needed you as much as you needed him, and he was intent on showing you.

He lowered his head down between your thighs, massaging them as he kissed his way down.

You felt like you could explode right then and there, just from this. That the moment he touched you there again you might be done. The heat and tightness in your core was so intense, almost unbearable.

“Easy Angel,” he chuckled sadistically, “I’ll take good care of you.”

He fingered your clothed pussy, the fabric of it rubbing your clit was a different sensation, your mouth opening up in a silent moan. “Though,” he smirked, “I absolutely love how wet you are for me. Looks like you were all riled up just for me after all, huh baby?”

He bit your thigh before lowering himself to press flat licks of his tongue onto your cunt, soaking it more. You gripped his expensive sheets so tightly, tossing and turning your head as he continued. He slid them aside finally getting to see your sweet cunt for himself and his eyes darkened with something beyond lust.

“Fuck sweetheart, you’re gonna be the end of me” his hot breaths on your sopping pussy sent shivers down your spine.

He pushed his tongue onto your wet folds, devouring you feverishly, making you scream loudly at the sensations. He groaned into you at the sound of your voice, the vibrations on your folds causing your hips to grind on him for more, but he’s quick to pin you down with his arms pressing your legs to your chest. You feel vulnerable like this, sopping wet and spread out just for him. You never thought you’d be like this, at Gojo’s mercy, begging for his touch.

The heat in your core was building, the tightening feeling in your stomach threatening to snap. He sucked on your clit harshly, then prodded his tongue into your pussy, dragging out a series of moans from you. Meanwhile Gojo’s committing this to memory, all of it. Your screams, the way your skin feels, the way your pussy drips just for him, your sweet taste. He knew he wouldn’t be able to live without it. Your moans we’re so lewd, so desperate, it almost didn’t sound like you.

“G-gojo, I-“ you cry out, “I’m gonna cum!” Every muscle was tightening in your body.

You feel a sudden emptiness where his tongue used to be, quickly snapping your head up to look at him.

Gojo laughs, “You thought I’d let you have it that quick? I wanna play around with you more, pretty girl”

You pout and huff, but quickly grip the bed again as he pushes two fingers into you. You throw your head back and scream in ecstasy. The stretch was so sudden, almost too much, you couldn’t even begin to imagine what his cock would feel like.

Gojo chuckles in satisfaction “Fuck, just as I thought. Your pussy’s so tight princess, it’s sucking my fingers right back in” he fingers you slowly, your legs shaking; but he pressed them open, his bright blue eyes taking in your body.

“And it’s just with two fingers, can’t wait to feel how you’ll wrap around my cock” he teases. The tightness in your core builds again, you legs shaking dangerously as your cries fall upon his ears like a melody.

“Gojo please. I want them off- I need to feel more of you, please” you whine, tears threatening to come to your eyes, but you choke them back.

He chuckles again “we both have been waiting too long for this y/n, I’m gonna make sure I take my damn time with you”

You sigh and roll your eyes in frustration. But he was quick to put his large hand to your throat, quickly silencing you.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” He Gojo growled, making you whimper in submission, his fingers halted inside you still.

“That’s punishment number one princess. You’re gonna be a good girl for me and take what I give you.”

You sigh as your pussy clenches at his new name from you. You wanna hear it again, his eyes boring into yours as he claims you.

He lets out a dark laugh “So you like that, baby? You like being my slut?”

You whine and attempt to nod your head, but he wasn’t satisfied. He grips harder at your neck, “Answer me.” He growls.

“Ah! Yes! Yes, Gojo I’ll be a good girl, I love being your slut!” You scream in desperation. Waiting for him to move his fingers again.

“Mm so good for me.” He smiles, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you, eliciting another groan from you.

“Say my name princess. I’m sure we’ve become comfortable with each other by now” he smirks, licking his lips before delving into your folds as he continues to drag his fingers against the walls of your sopping pussy. You know you’ve already made a mess all over his sheets, but he devours you as to not waste anymore of your sweet juices.

He pushes against your sweet spot with ease, throwing your hands in his hair as he sucks relentlessly on your clit, his fingers continuing to torment your sensitive spot, quickly bringing you into the brink of cumming again.

“Oh my god, fuck- S-Satoru!” He groans hearing your name spill from his mouth, “Satoru, I-I’m gonna cum!” You tense and your pussy tightens even more, the heat in you body rising and the coil in your stomach threatening to snap.

Gojo continues to bully your cunt, continuing to suck on your clit “Come on, slut. Cum all over your senpai’s face” he encourages, bringing you into ecstasy.

Your body tremors as you cum, your screams almost making your throat hurt you’re sure you won’t have a voice tomorrow. You ride out your orgasm, making a mess on his sweet lips as he replaces his fingers with his tongue to collect every drop of you.

As your body winds down and your out of breathe he wipes your mess from his face

“Atta girl, knew you’d be so good for me. You taste so fucking good.”

Gojo tears your panties off with ease, wasting no time to finally lay you bare. His bright cerulean eyes rake over you intensely, studying your body to ingrain it in his head. Your cheeks burn as you avert your gaze.

He gently brings your chin to face him, leaning over you.

“Don’t be shy now sweetness, I’m just getting started. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this” Gojo kisses you intensely, grinding against you and you can feel the large bulge in his pants making you gasp at the sheer size.

He takes the opportunity to slide his tongue past your lips, kissing you heatedly swallowing your whines while he massages your breasts and pinches your nipples.

He rises from the bed and undresses, and you pause like a deer in headlights captivated by his god-like torso that he reveals. His broad chest towering over you, your eyes trailing down his chiseled abdomen and down to his v lines. Only until he removes his boxers is when you’re really stunned in awe. Your mouth drops at the sight of it. He’s a truly perfect human being, and he’s here at your fingertips. About to deliver you the most intense pleasure you’ve ever felt in your life.

“See something you like, baby?” He teased chuckling, towering his way over you. You crawl over and meet him on the edge of the bed, his overwhelming cock right before you. He grab it gently, making him groan.

“That’s all it took, huh?” You teased, you had no idea what got into you, but seeing him like this under your touch soaked you even more. Here, the most powerful jujutsu sorcerer, your professor, feigning for your touch.

He grabs your hair behind you, tilting your head to look up at him. “Don’t think you want a reminder of who’s in charge here tonight, sweetie.” His other hand traces your jaw, his thumb sweeping over your lips to open your mouth.

“Now open wide and take it like the slut you are”

He pushes your head forward as your mouth wraps around his cock, tears welling in your eyes as he fucks your mouth with it. You relinquished all control and put your hands on his thighs to brace yourself, gagging on his cock trying your best to take in his length, trying your best to open up enough to accommodate his girth. He fights the urge to close his eyes in euphoria, he loves seeing you like this. Vulnerable, eager to please him, your teary doe eyes looking up at him.

“Ugh fuck princess, you suck this cock so fucking good. You like making me feel good, huh?” He bites his lip peering down at you. You look up at him, moaning in agreement, swirling your tongue around him eliciting yet another groan as his grip on your hair tightens.

“Jesus y/n, if you keep going like that you’re gonna make me cum” he groans. You take the opportunity to try to force him deeper, sucking him even more intently. Excited with the thought of him cumming because of you makes you wet and the coil in your tummy begins to tighten.

He groans loudly before pulling you away from his cock, a string of saliva connecting from your lips.

Gojo chuckles, grabbing your cheeks. “Someone WANTED me to cum, huh? What a needy little slut you are, hungry for my cum that bad?” He turns you around to spank you hard, causing you to yelp and whine from the sting of the contact.

He flips you around on your back and slowly sweeps hot kisses over your body, making you squirm with anticipation, but he’s quick to hold you down. He trails up your thighs and lands a kiss on your clit making you yelp.

“Satoru please! You’ve teased me enough! I-I need you inside me!” He whine

“God I love hearing your voice sweetheart. But I’m done teasing when I say I’m done.” He growled harshly, pinning your hands over your head and sucking on your nipple, making you arch your back for more of his touch, anything from him.

He finally reaches down to grab his throbbing cock to put it between you slick folds. You whine at the weight of it. It’s so heavy and thick as he drags it over your clit.

“Satoru, please!” You whine, scratching at his back, bucking your hips to meet his in hopes he’d give in. Instead, he grips your hips tightly, tight enough to leave bruises the next day, and puts his hand to your throat.

“Be fucking patient, angel” he threatened, his eyes darkening onto yours. “Or I’ll really teach you what it’s like to wait”

He slides his thick cock over your clit twice more, lubing himself up before he prods at your entrance and you look down to see it.

“Eyes on me right now princess” he demands. His eyes devour yours as he slowly sinks his cock into your sopping cunt, you both moan loudly. His cock delving deeper into your walls inch by inch and you do nothing but arch your back and dig you nails into his in attempt to tolerate his size.

It seems like forever until he bottoms out, hitting what seemed like far past your cervix.

“God damn baby, f-fuck!” He bit his lip, “your pussy’s so fucking tight for me.” He drags his cock back out, to shove it back into you roughly. He begins fucking you mercilessly, taking no time to pin your legs to your chest, making you scream his name at the spot he’s able to hit, to bully over and over until you’re shaking once again.

He plants harsh kisses in your neck as he continues to thrust into you. Your sinful moans fill his ears and encourages him to fuck you harder, if it was even possible. The room filled with the sounds of the headboard denting the wall, both of your moans, your screams, the sound of your bodies clashing relentlessly. God you loved it. Loved him. Everything he did, everything he was. Your mind was going blank, only thinking of the euphoric sensation of his cock stretching your walls and punishing your sweet spot. It wasn’t long before the heat in your tummy began to build, and it came suddenly.

“Ah! S-Satoru! I-I’m im gonna cum! God please don’t stop! I’m gonna c-cum!”

You grab a hold of him tighter, digging your nails into his back, making him groan aloud.

“C’mon slut. Cum for me. Be a good girl and cum all over my cock, yeah?” He urged, his hand moving down to play with you clit and you lost all control. Your body shook and you screamed his name like a prayer. Your vision flashed white as your orgasm overwhelmed you, as Gojo continued to fuck you through it. And he didn’t let up.

“You can give me another one, huh sweetheart? I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good in my cock” he promised, continuing to thrust into you as you moan. He kissed you hungrily, as you begin to lose your vision, your mind only focusing on how good Gojo's fucking you,

"Whatta cute face. Only for me, hm? I don't want you making those faces for anyone else, got it?" He growled, toying with your clit to send you over the edge.

Your third orgasm came quick, washing over you again as you trembled in his arms. He slowed his thrusts to allow you to catch your breath.

He slowly pulled out of you, admiring the white ring of cream you’ve left on his cock. Admiring your fucked out state when he’s not even close to being finished with you.

“How are we feeling, sweetness?” He checks in, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear tenderly.

“A-amazing” you managed to breath, your hands placed on his chest. You pussy ached for more already, missing the way his cock filled you just right and clenching around nothing.

“Ready for me to fuck you against this head board, baby?” He smirked. You nodded eagerly, propping yourself against it on all fours, your ass in the air ready for him.

He laughs at your excitement. “Someone’s eager, hm? Why don’t you do it yourself, slut”

You line yourself up with his cock, his tip at your entrance and you move back to meet it, but a force prevents you from impaling yourself on his cock. You try again, and your confusion builds. You look behind you at him in desperation for help, to see he’s not holding you back. Instead, he’s watching you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Satoru?” You questioned warily.

“Punishment number one, angel” he chuckled. You attempt again to try to move back on his cock, your pussy aching even more, clenching tighter and tighter around nothing.

You realized he’s turned his infinity on, and you whimper in frustration. “Don’t underestimate me y/n. You’re getting too greedy baby, where are your manners?”

“P-please, Satoru! I’m begging you, please fuck me. I-I wanna feel how your cock stretches my pussy when your behind me like this, please! Fuck me hard against the headboard” you beg endlessly, as you peer from behind at him, tears now falling past your cheeks. He is eyes rave at the way you beg for him, the way your pussy begs and drips onto his sheets.

He chuckled sadistically “That’s a good girl, wasn’t so hard, hm?” Without warning, he grabs a hold of your hips, and impales on his thick cock, reaching a new depth inside you, you swear you’re gonna burst. You scream loudly, loud enough you’re sure everyone around you heard.

He continues to fuck you hard and thoroughly, making you feel every vein, every inch of his cock, as he memorized every fold of your cunt. “That’ll teach you to mind your place, huh pretty girl? Such a good fucking good girl for me” he grunts.

Tears continue to stream down your cheeks, this time, in response to how overwhelmed you are with the pleasure he’s giving you. Easily, your orgasm threatens to burst, “O-oh my g-god Satoru! Satoru, you’re gonna m-make me c-cum!” You scream, clenching the sheets.

He grabs a hold of your hair, and tugs on it. Helping you up as you grab the headboard, your back pressed to his chest and your head leaning against his.

“You better, slut. C’mon, make a mess for daddy” he growls in your ear. Your eyes widen at his words, and you squirt all over him, dripping against his balls and ruining his sheets even more. You grip the headboard so tight, you’re convinced it’ll break.

“Satoru, Satoru, Satoru!” You yell his name like a mantra. He chuckles in your ear. The second your orgasm slows, he flips you over to your back forcefully, not giving you time to adjust as he enters you again, forcing your legs to your chest.

“S-shit princess, your pussy’s so damn perfect. You’re gonna make me cum” he grunted, thrusting sinfully into you, your moans incoherent and your mind blank.

“Y-yes please, Satoru. P-please cum. Cum inside me!” You whimper, already close to another orgasm as they keep coming.

“Shit baby don’t say that.” He growled, putting a hand to your throat as an attempt to silence you so you don’t drive him over the edge. But your wet cunt is squeezing him ruthlessly and he’s using all of his strength not to give in. He grits his teeth and growls, brutally pounding his cock deep into your cervix at an unforgiving pace. All you could do was whimper and take it, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your brain melts, another orgasm approaching that you didn’t think was possible.

“Ah f-fuck fuck fuck take it baby, I’m gonna make sure you fucking take all of this” your body tightens and your whimpers elevate to screams of his name, your nails digging into his back you were almost positive he bled.

“S-satoru, I-I’m, i-it’s too m-mu-“ you stutter, you can't manage to make out the words

“I know sweetheart, but you can take it for me yeah? Be a good girl and give me one more” Gojo urges, his voice cracking as he struggles to keep himself together, removing his hand from your neck to abuse your clit.

“Oh my god!” You scream, using whatever your throat can muster as your orgasm surges through you, bigger than the previous. Your mind goes numb, existing of nothing but him.

Seeing you cum sets him over the edge, after a few more thrusts to ride your orgasm out, he gives into his own, groaning as he fills you up, yet refusing to look away from you, he wouldn’t miss you in this state, knowing he’s the only one that can put you there.

As he stills inside you, you come down from your high, both of you panting. He pulls out of you, making you moan from the emptiness of where his cock was for the whole night, yet feeling so full from how deep his cum was inside you.

He tenderly kissed your forehead and laid himself next to you. He gently shifted his arm to pull you closer to him, wanting to study your features again. You were breathless looking at him, his touch such a sharp contrast to his actions just minutes ago when he was pounding you.

“So” he smirks, tracing your jaw, “I take it I should annoy you more often, huh?”

#gojo smut #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #gojou x reader

[angelltheninth]

Meeting of Fates

Pairing: Vax'ildan x Reader

Tags: fluff, meet cute, flirting, teasing, lots of innuendos

Word count: 0.8k

A/N: I can't handle Vax being sad so this is how I will make myself feel better.

The tavern was always crowded and loud at this time of night, yet there was something about this one that felt more energetic then the rest. You observed quietly from behind the bar, taking in all the current patrons sitting, drinking, talking and laughing around their tables.

The atmosphere was the same as any other night. A little rowdy, loud, and very cheerful from the sound of constant tunes played by the bards. So what was this feeling crawling down your spine that had you in an invisible hold since your shift started?

You haven't pissed anyone off lately. You think. Hope.

"What's a man gotta do to get a drink around here?" Your focus was shifted from the glass in your hand to the tall, dark half-elf before you. He was leaning against the bar on one elbow, the other hand propped up on his hip and a cocky, and quite charming smile on his face.

He looked familiar but you couldn't quite place him. He was definitely here before though. You don't forget a face like that.

"Pay. Like everyone else." You answered unamused and set the empty, clean glass in front of him, "So what'll it be."

"Something befitting of a someone with my roughish charm if you please." He winked at you and tapped his fingers lightly on the counter.

"Tall, dark and sexy?" You threw his flirt right back at him, pretty experienced in flirting like this, "I may have something but it's pricey. Can you handle that?"

His eyes lit up in recognition of a challenge, a game, "I can handle anything you have."

You raised a brow, looking him over. He didn't look like he was hurting for money that's sure but he didn't look like he was swimming in gold coins either. You handed out your hand, "10 gold."

All the light seemed to drain from his eyes at the amount, "10? Gold?" You nodded. He slowly reached into his pocket and put down 20 silver coins, "I've got this and whole lot of enthusiasm. I'm sure we can settle on a smaller price."

"I never settle for anything small." You ran your finger suggestively over the length of the glass in front of you.

"Then you should avoid Scanlan." He added, his good spirits coming back. He looked down at your hand and repeated your gesture over the glass, "Come now, I'm sure we can figure things out. Just lower it a little for me. I guarantee I can pay you back, make it worth your while."

You sighed, "Look handsome, I'm sure you're amazing but if I gave every pretty person who walked in here low prices I'd have two things: a broke business and whole lot of notches in my bed. So far business if going good and I'm not desperate enough for the second one." You picked the glass back up and pointed it at him, "You're a regular so I'll let this one slide, you either order or you go back to... what ever table you sat at."

"How do you know I'm at one of your regulars?"

"Because you have a face that's too hot to forget." You answered honestly and reached for a cheaper bottle.

He winked at you again, his confidence now back in full force, "I could say the same to you. Why do you think I walked over here? Just to get a drink. Nah, I wanted to chat you up a little. Go ahead, no more tricks from me, just make me something tasty." His tongue rolled around the last word, eye brows wiggling as he slid the payment across the counter to you.

"I'm glad you understand. You're sexy but I have a business to run." You prepared his drink quickly and waited for him to reach for the glass, "But after I could give you a run." You whispered. His ears twitched at your words, and maybe another body part you couldn't see. You liked to think that it did.

He hummed, keeping eyes locked with you as he sipped his drink, "If you're as sweet as this drink then I'm looking forward to closing hours. By the way, the name's Vax."

Vax. A quick and easy name to remember. "Then I'll see you in a few hours Vax."

"I can hardly wait. Oh, and, what's this drink called?" Vax looked at the dark liquid swirling in his glass, tasting of chocolate and cherries.

"A Little Death." You answered with a big smirk.

"Tasty. I hope to have it again later." He raised the glass at you before giving you a little bow and turning to go back to his table. They seemed like a rather lively bunch over there.

Who knew your night would be going so damn well? Must be fate.

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[h00nerz]

spots on!

THIRTY-FIVE / i’m not lying

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warnings: slightly suggestive, idk you’ll see

word count: 1.6k

IF YOU TOLD YOUR SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD SELF THAT YOU WOULD BE CURLED UP ON YOUR COUCH watching a movie with Chat Noir, you would have assumed you were making things up. But here you were anyway, against all the odds. It really made you wonder, if you hadn’t been so hung up on Yeonjun, and if Chat wasn’t so obsessed with your alter ego, would it have taken so long for you to realize how much you like spending time with him?

“Okay, so it’s a movie about singing? Like, Glee the movie?”

You narrowed your eyes over at him. Honestly, it was amusing seeing his leather clad body sprawled out across your couch, like it was the most normal thing in the world. A part of you wondered how long this would last before you would get too curious about his true identity. But, you knew better than anyone that you could never know.

Ladybug and Chat Noir’s identities had to remain secret.

“Pitch Perfect is not just a movie about singing.” You told him with a scoff. “It is also about sisterhood, and growing up, and finding the people who care about you.”

“I don’t know, it sounds a lot like Glee to me.” He shrugged, and you threw a piece of popcorn at him.

“Just shut up and watch it!” You scolded him, and he grinned at you as he picked up the popcorn and put it into his mouth. The feeling of your heart skipping a beat at the sight was so foreign, it scared you at first. But… You also kind of liked it.

The movie started, opening with a performance by the Treblemakers, and when Bumper appeared on the screen, you couldn’t help but think back to your friends saying he reminded them of Yeonjun.

Yeonjun. You were happy to say it had been a few days since he had crossed your mind. Moving on was hard, that was just a fact, but it wasn’t impossible. Once a week, you were forced to see him in the class you shared together, but you were no longer as hyper aware of his presence as you once were. You had even found yourself able to go a whole class period without even glancing in his direction.

Hard, but not impossible.

When your friends had first made the connection between Yeonjun and Bumper, you had leapt to his defense, just like you always did. But, now that you were watching it, you couldn’t help but giggle as the character danced across the screen. You weren’t sure exactly what the connection was, but there was one there.

Chat Noir looked over at you with an arched eyebrow. “What? What’s so funny?”

“Oh, nothing. Just thinking about how my friends said that Bumper reminded them of Yeon—a guy I used to like.” You were quick to catch yourself, side eyeing him as you prayed he didn’t catch that.

It looked like he didn’t, as he just blinked back at you. “Oh? You liked a guy before me? Was it that Mark guy? I always see him in your mentions.”

You let out a soft laugh at the assumption. “First of all, you’re assuming I like you. Second of all, no it wasn’t Mark.”

He nodded. “Good. Because that guy is a complete loser.”

“He is not a loser! He’s actually really nice and helped me through a rough time.” You rushed to your friend’s defense, and he rolled his eyes.

“So you do like him.”

“No, I don’t like Mark!” You huffed, and leaned back into the couch. “I… It doesn’t matter who it was, because I don’t like him anymore. He got a girlfriend.”

You held your gaze on the TV, the atmosphere suddenly becoming tense. You could see Chat shifting out of the corner of your eye, but didn’t dare look over to see what in the world he was doing. But, when you felt the cushion shift next to you, it became clear he had scooched closer to you.

“Y/N~” He sang your name in his usual sing-song tone, but you kept your attention on the screen.

“You’re gonna miss the best part!” You tried to distract him, as the Braden Bella’s were finishing up their song. You really weren’t in the mood to have some deep talk about your failed crush on Yeonjun, and hoped he would just drop it. He didn’t. Of course he didn’t.

“Whoever that guy was is an idiot. I mean, he’d have to be absolutely brain dead to pass on someone like you.” He ignored you.

You groaned, burying your face into your hands and rolling away from him. “Ugh, don’t do that!”

“Do what?” He sounded confused, and you peeked through your fingers to see him gazing down at you with furrowed brows.

“Lie to me.” You grumbled, and rolled onto your side.

He went quiet for a minute, and you thought maybe he had given up and decided to just watch the movie. “Y/N…” He spoke slowly, his voice much lower, and lacking the mischief it had when he called your name before.

You didn’t respond.

“I’m serious. I think you’re amazing, and I think that guy’s a moron. You’re smart, you’re talented, you’re funny, not to mention gorgeous. I’m not lying when I tell you that.”

Your cheeks were practically on fire. You had heard confessions from Chat Noir before, back when he was obsessed with your superhero alter ego, but not one like this. You didn’t want to, but you genuinely believed the words you were hearing to be true. He thought you were amazing.

“Really?” You breathed out, rolling back over so you were on your back, and could get a good look at him.

He nodded, and the level of seriousness he wore on his face caught you off guard. “I’m serious, Y/N. You’re amazing.”

Before you could fully grasp what was happening, he was leaning down, and propping himself up on his elbow so his face was inches from your own. You could hear your heartbeat in your ear as you simply stared at him, chest heaving with every nervous, heavy breath. His electric green eyes searched your own, and you wondered if they were naturally that bright, or if the mask made them look that way.

“Y/N?” For the third time, he called you out, and this time it was in a tone you didn’t recognize. You couldn’t find it in yourself to speak, too out of breath from the sudden proximity. Instead, you nodded a bit more frantically than you would have liked.

“Can I kiss you?”

You answered by curling your fingers underneath the collar of his suit, and jerked him down to connect his lips to your own. He didn’t hesitate even for a second when you kissed him, instead he almost immediately kissed you back with just as much passion. His lips fit perfectly against your own, as though they were made for one another.

Without thinking, you split your legs apart so he could slot himself between them, and get even closer to you. There was something about the superhero that was so addicting, like you couldn’t get enough of him. Even though you were out of breath, when he pulled away to breathe, you found yourself chasing after his lips.

“So,” he started, his broad chest heaving. “What was that you said, about me assuming you like me?” He smirked down at you, and you slapped his bicep out of annoyance.

“Shut up.” You breathed out, before pulling him down by his neck to kiss you again. He didn’t protest, and went back to hungrily making out with you. As embarrassing as your desire for him was, it was clear he wanted you just as bad, maybe even more so. What had you done to get Chat Noir so wrapped around your finger?

You felt like you were in heaven, with his hot lips melding against your own, and his gloved hand gliding up and down your side. That’s why you didn’t even think twice when your hand slid up the side of his face, and subconsciously tried to push his mask off.

Immediately he pulled away and sat up, hand darting up to his face to make sure you hadn’t moved it too much.

Your eyes widened in horror as you realized what you had just done—or at least what you had tried to do. “Oh, God, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—“

“No-no-no, it’s fine, it’s just, um…” He laughed nervously, and started to back away to the other end of the couch. “Maybe we should slow down… You wanted to watch this movie, yeah? So let’s watch it.”

You wanted so badly to protest, but you knew he was right. You had gotten way too sucked into the moment, you had almost made him break the number one rule of being a superhero. So, you nodded instead, and sat back up to face the TV.

You barely watched the movie, though. Instead, there were a plethora of questions occupying your mind. Were you making a mistake, by letting yourself fall for him? It wasn’t going to be possible for you to be in a functioning relationship with him, not as long as he had to stay behind the mask. And you could never, ever ask him to take it off. That would be going against the rule you had always been so adamant about.

You couldn’t break that rule just because you had developed a crush on your partner.

So, what in the world you were you supposed to do now?

authors note: hey… hey! how y’all doooooin? so so sorry this update took a million years i was going through one of the top 3 writers blocks of my Life but that’s ok we’re here now right!!! i hope this funny cutesy little chapter was worth the wait :3 enjoy!

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[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

The Cage

Summary: Roman really craves your attention tonight!

Pairing: Roman Roy x fem!Reader

Word Count: ~1.8k

Content Warnings: Straight Filth 18+!, Puppy Play, Heavy On The Mommy Kink, A Lot Of Degradation And Humiliation, Praise Kink, Implied Chastity, Implied Cage Play, Dry Humping, Oral (F Receiving), Fingering, Begging, One Ruined Orgasm, Punishment, Face Slapping, The Nickname 'Romulus' Being Used In A Kinky Context 🐶

A/N: Whoopsie, my fingers slipped a little really hard here..

Tagging:

@crypticsewerslut @angelsanarchy @alalalaaallaaalaaa

I want to reconcile the violence in your heart

I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask

I want to exorcise the demons from your past

I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart

- Undisclosed Desires By Muse

By the very second you stepped out of the shower, hair still dripping and your body barely covered by a fuzzy yet ridiculously luxurious, emerald green bath towel, Roman was on you. Practically pounced you with a sly smile on his lips.

"Hey, so, uhm, good shower?" He rambled, pressing his body to your back, his chin resting on your shoulder.

Your reflections stared back at each other as you took a tube of moisturizer and squeezed a few careful dollops on your fingers before gently spreading the product across your face, working it into your skin.

"What do you want, Roman?" You asked with slightly arched brows.

"What do you mean what do I want? Can't I just ask my woman if she had a nice shower?" He quipped, watching you intently with wide eyes.

"No, Rome, in fact, we both know that you can't." You threw him a side eye while withholding a wide grin.

"Ouw, mean!", He let out a little chuckle while meeting your gaze with his olive tinted eyes, "I dunno, maybe I just want your…attention?"

"Oh, attention, huh?" You nodded your head slowly.

"Pretty please?" Roman curled his lips into a soft pout that eventually elicited that grin to form on your face.

"Let me finish up in here and by the time I'm done you better be out of those clothes and on your knees for me in front of the bed, understood?" While the words rolled over your tongue, you let your voice turn more stern.

Before his facial expression caught up to it, you saw the change in his eyes first, that tell-tale glint flickering behind the green and brown of his iris. His whole demeanor shifted instantly from the cocky, cut-throat businessman to an obedient servant.

"Understood." He answered quickly, nearly turning on his heels to step out of the bathroom as swiftly as he had entered it.

As soon as Rome had closed the door behind himself, you felt your heart beating harder against your ribcage, steadily rising excitement waving through your body like an electric current. Just the mere thought of Roman on his knees beneath you, attentively looking up to you with perked ears, clinging to your every word, left you weak.

However, you dragged yourself through your nightly routine of brushing your teeth, waiting for the moisturizer to soak into your skin before padding yourself dry. For a moment, you pondered over keeping the towel wrapped around but that didn't exactly appear that convenient to you. Trying to steady yourself with a few deep breaths, you brushed your hair, dragging out the time you spent in here to make him wait while making yourself be patient just the same.

"Contain yourself." You looked at your reflection in the broad bathroom mirror for a moment before you turned and went for the door.

In swift, stern steps you carried yourself to the bedroom just across the hallway, taking one last breath before putting on a neutral face that, unbeknownst to you, would get challenged as soon as you stepped into the bedroom.

"Really?", It shot out of your mouth like an arrow, cutting right through to Roman "You really are down bad today, huh?"

It was obvious how hard he was struggling to not look at you while your cold gaze rested upon the messy array of his clothes, thrown all over the bed instead of neatly folded the way you usually demanded him to.

"You told me to get out of those clothes and I did." He answered, his eyes transfixed to the floor while audibly choking back a bratty chuckle.

At his words you felt a well familiar feeling bubbling up in your stomach. He wanted to rile you up with whatever necessary and it worked because it caught you so off guard today.

"Oh, Romulus.", You groaned whilst rolling your eyes and stepping right in front of him, "I really wanted to be gentle with you today but you just went ahead and blew it, didn't you?"

In the very next moment, your palm met with the soft skin of his cheeks, serving him a firm, quick slap. You didn’t punish Rome in that way very often because slapping him in the face was something very delicate to you but today he earned it.

As his face slacked to the side, a high-pitched mewl fell from his lips.

"I'm sorry, mommy, I really am, but today was-" You just cut him off right there.

"I do not want to hear your stupid sob-story, boy.", It rolled over your tongue in a firm tone while you knew perfectly well that you'd ask him all about it the second this session was over, "Rule breaking gets you punishments, easy as that."

You looked down on him, pushing down a forming smile as your eyes traced his reddening cheek.

"You know what? For now I really need you to shut the fuck up. Get me off with that filthy mouth like the good puppy dog I want you to be and maybe… if you're not a complete and utter disappointment, I may excuse this absolute mess." As soon as the words rained down on him, puncturing every button with nearly surgical precision, you saw the humiliation washing over his face.

His usually straight eyebrows arched upwards whilst he clenched his teeth and a thin, watery sheene flooded his eyes.

"You got that, Romulus?" He immediately nodded in return, taking a deep breath.

"M-may I touch you with…with my hands, too?" His voice was sore and shaky already, giving you a weak feeling in your knees.

The way he asked rendered you soft for a second and before you could stop yourself, you answered: "You may."

That was all he needed to know to quickly raise his hands around your thighs, cupping them with wide palms before pulling his face into your bare, wet and hot cunt.

"There you go." , You commented in a low moan as you felt how his his eager tongue parted your fold in one languid stroke, "So fucking needy for it today, no? Pathetic puppy."

Being talked down on like that made Roman's eyes flutter shut, an explosive mixture of shame, humiliation and a juxtaposed need of proving himself worthy burning all throughout his chest. All of it, the degradation and the intense thrill of finally feeling you, went straight down to his throbbing cock, its head twitching against his lower abdomen. He tried to ignore the building pressure because he knew that he wasn't allowed to touch himself without your explicit permission, hadn't been in the past two and half weeks at all. All the arousal he felt was hurting him physically but not so deep down Rome knew that it was what he deserved. He knew that he needed to be put in his place from time to time because he simply loved acting up a bit too much, always had.

"Look at you, trying so hard to be a good, little puppy boy for mommy." It cascaded down from your halfway open lips in a low voice as you allowed your head to loll back a little.

One of his hands had left its former place on the back of your thigh, his fingertips now ghosting right around your cunt for a few lazy circles before they carefully pushed into you.

"Uh-huh!" Roman practically hummer into your clit, his lips caressing it with plenty of gentle kisses.

"Fuck..", You hissed, feeling how Roman started to move his fingers in sync with his tongue lapping at your pussy, "Pent-up, needy, little Jack Russell Terrier, yeah, that's what you are, no?"

He whined into you again, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through your body, rendering your mind blank.

"That's it, right there. C'mon, be a good pup and hump my leg. I allow it. You gotta be so desperate for it." You heard yourself ramble into the room.

Right after the avalanche of words had left your mouth, Roman was on you, pressing his crotch against your leg with shaky thrusts of his hips. You felt the plenty of pre-cum being smeared onto your skin but you didn't mind, if you felt like it you'd make him lick it all clean again later.

"There, there…" A dragged out moan erupted from the depths of your lungs as you noticed your nerves slowly tripping into orgasmic overdrive.

Your quivering cunt clenched down around his slender fingers as they stroked over that especially sensitive spot inside again and again. With your head thrown back and your chest heaving heavily, trying to get the necessary oxygen into your system, you simply let go, allowed yourself to fall over the edge right into blissful contractions that had your entire body shaking.

"Good fucking boy, Romulus.." You hissed, biting down on your bottom lip as you rode out your release on his tongue flat against your throbbing clit.

"Thank you, mommy, thank you!" Rome croaked in a perpetually cracking tone, his hips continuously jutting against your leg, his rock hard cock rubbing between your skin and his lower torso.

"Oh, oh..no..fuck…shit.." It spilled right out of his mouth soon after.

He tried to pull himself away from you with such force that you could hear his knee's scraping back over the wooden floor but it was to no avail. Thick, pent-up ropes of his cum spurted through the air, painting the floor and parts of your leg in milky-white splatters.

"What's that?!" It violently ripped you out of your post-orgasmic oblivion.

With wide open eyes the both of you stared down and for a moment neither of you said anything. The silence was almost deafening and you noticed how Roman's face turned red and hot with shame.

"I'm so sorry, please, mommy, please..", The words shot out from his quivering lips, "I didn't mean to. I really didn't, please. Fuck, I'm so sorry."

Roman really looked like being on the verge of bursting into tears but he kept it together with grinding teeth.

"Wow….frist the mess on the bed and now this mess in the floor here, too? That's straight detention for you tonight, Romulus. No comfy mattress, nope." You stepped back from him, a blank expression on your face.

"But.." He mewled.

"Don't you 'but' me right now! Only good boys get to sleep in the bed, you know that. C'mon, you better get your ass in that cage before I have to drag you."

#roman roy #roman roy x you #roman roy smut #roman roy x reader #roman roy x fem!reader #succession #kieran culkin #romulus roy

[doodle-pops]

Love Cures Anything

Beleg x human! reader

Request: Hi Mina! Hope you're having a lovely day today!!! Sending lots of hugs!!! If you're comfortable writing this I was hoping to possibly request some Beleg x reader! I was hoping for a fic where he takes care of reader who catches colds often and awkwardly asks him to help out! If this isn't comfortable or if you have too many requests already then I'm really sorry, I did look to see if you're requests are still open and what characters you're doing but I'm always just a little bit anxious that my stupid phone won't load the correct information... it's really old and I have the worst wifi in like all of Canada 😅 but first and foremost I want you to be comfortable and happy!!! And I just really like interacting with you! You're a lovely person with a beautiful mind and amazing ideas!!! Hugs!!! - @mcwentfandomtraveling

A/N: A little Beleg cures the soul and makes everything better. Enjoy!

Warnings: fluff, sick reader, vomiting, the whole shenanigans when ill, a surprise at the end

Word: 2.5k

Synopsis: When illness befalls during your anniversary with your beloved Marchwarden, you choose to avoid and evade him. However, he had plans to keep you at his side forever.

A violent sneeze shook your body and rattled your bones as you lay curled up in your small makeshift bed on the sofa. The groans signalled the quake your bones were experiencing from the roasting fever and vibrations from the endless shivers. Eyes teary, nose stuffed, sore throat, head pounding and nausea, you suffered the epitome of the flu on one of the worst days and weeks possible. It was your one-year anniversary with your beloved Beleg, and you were most pleased and excited to share a custom from your human traditions with him. He had no idea about celebrating anniversaries for courtships, so like you, he was ecstatic to celebrate a memorable milestone with you.

Crying out as tears flowed from your eyes at the pounding headache, you snuggled deeper into the blankets pile, hoping the softness would provide some relief. You felt the world spinning as the fire from within grew and the migraine increased. It didn’t matter what herbs or tea concoction you brewed; your pain wasn’t subsiding. The only thing you could do was to sleep it off and pray to whatever higher powers were responsible for healing to ease your discomfort, and you hope it would disappear today so you could meet with Beleg. It wasn’t every week the Chief Marchwarden got time off to return home and spend time with you— it was a blessing he got time off around your anniversary.

Shivering and shutting your eyes as the headache travelled from your temples to the forefront and settled in your sinus, you cried out, “Please, please, please, go away!” Your hands had risen to gently cup your head and rub your sinus while you chanted your mantra for it to disappear. “I ha-…have important things to do today…” you whined while slowly shifting in your spot to face the back of the couch. Over the past two days, you became a fruit bat and resented the light; you even threw up extra sheeting over the curtains to block out any that slipped through the cracks.

Though, your motion, no matter how gentle it was urged your headache to activate your nausea and prompted your stomach to churn. Forgetting that your head was thrashing and your body aching, you leapt off the sofa and bounded for the washroom. The horrid sounds of your stomach emptying echoed throughout the little hut you called home— it was home thanks to Beleg throwing it up for you upon your arrival and acceptance into Doriath. Your stomach heaved as you brought up all the contents you had consumed since the day started until there was nothing left and your throat became sore. You were vomiting air, coughing and choking at the same time with the inclusion of the nauseating headache searing. If only you could remove your brain and rest it down for the entire duration and not have to deal with the annoyance it brought.

“Dammit! Ah— would you just stop hurting for one minute?” you swore.

Silence fell when you ceased your last heave and shut the pail's lid. Squatting beside the bucket, your head drooped against the cupboard door in agony. The distance sound of the birds singing and squawking, folks passing in front of your house, metal clanging and wood being sawed sounded like an alarm blaring beside your head. Even the bothersome knocking against your front door followed by the call of your name sounded like it was near your ear. Wait, knocking? Your name? …Beleg!

His voice was muffled by the mahogany but still seeped through the cracks like sweet music to your ear. Immediately, your pain and worries slipped away, and warmth enveloped your body. Alternating your inelegant body through the house and fighting to arrive at the door in one piece, you fumbled with every structure for stability. Pulling the blankets around your frail body, terrified that when the door was opened, the chilliness of the air would send you into a frenzy. You were saying a solemn prayer from the washroom to the front door, “Dear whoever-is-in-charge-of-removing-this-flu-that-I’m-suffering, please do not let the wind knock me down.”

Arriving at the door at last, the final knock resounded before you coughed a calm down which caught the attention of your eager lover on the other side. Reaching for the knob, you cringed at the coldness before using all your strength to twist the knob and crack the door open just a few inches. Refusing to show your face, you spoke from the shadows, “…mae govannen meleth-nîn.”

You were met with silence on the other end. Beleg stood quietly as he analysed your voice, it wasn’t normal as far as he understood, and it wasn’t…right. Blinking a few times, he readjusted his posture and shuffled lightly on his feet before placing his right hand on the door and giving it a gentle push, calling out to you, “Meleth? Is everything alright with you? If something is wrong, you know you can inform me, I wouldn’t judge?” Attempting to apply more pressure against the door to widen and allow him to slip in, you shouted out at him to stop.

“Wait!” your throat burned at the exclamation, forcing you to cough before resuming, “I’m…I’m fine, just a little…” but you never finished your words as a sneeze snuck up and sent your body stumbling backwards, leaving the door unguarded for him to make entry.

Standing tall and vigilant, he scoped the room for any signs of threat while shutting the door without a hint that it was closed. Eyes falling on your mountain of blankets, loose rags on the floor and haphazardly thrown sheets over the curtain, he turned to glance at you in the furthest corner of the room holding your head. Unwell. Hanging his head with a shake, he removed his boots and placed the bouquet of carnations and lilacs on the table before strolling over to embrace your shaking figure. “Meleth,” he quietly chastised in his motherly tone, “why didn’t you tell me you were unwell?”

Unable to answer, you nuzzled into his chest and found comfort in his presence as the pain alleviated. All the slow creep in your sinus and temples were retracting and your aching bones were lighter. You had heard and experienced the wonders of elvish medicine before, but this was an entirely different form of treatment you were beyond fortunate to experience. Softly whining a series of unfathomable words, he still understood what you were attempting to project and did not hesitate to reach down and lift your body. Walking you over to your bedroom, he cautiously carried you as though you were a baby and delicately placed you onto the bed. With a quick fix and tidy, he adjusted your body to lay among a fortress of pillows and blankets.

Within half an hour of his arrival, Beleg tidied up your house and made a fresh batch of herbal tea and soup. Sitting on the edge of the bed with your body propped against the headboard, a spoon or flavoured water and vegetables were being held to your mouth. “I’m not hungry Beleg,” you croaked.

“Not buying it, your stomach is singing right now…and it’s not happy songs. Now open…say ah,” he counterreplies with a snicker.

Feeling like a child, it didn’t matter how much you fought against his command, you ended up obliging with a scoff and a roll of your eyes before opening your mouth. The moment the liquid touched your tongue it had no taste; your buds weren’t picking up any flavour at all. Rearing your head back to stare flabbergasted at your lover, your frowned, “Um…did you forget to add salt, or herbs to season the soup?”

“What do you mean? I added more than five different herbs including thyme and rosemary,” lifting the spoon to his mouth to sample, he nodded once the flavours hit his buds, “hmm, there’s flavour. Maybe your taste buds aren’t working right now…with the fever and all.” Still lifting the spoon with a fresh batch of soup and veggies, he brought it to your mouth for you to consume.

Making a face at the tasteless food, your appetite wasn’t kicking in the direction to consume anything, but the melody your stomach was playing took away your will to refuse. You were left to close your eyes and silently eat his hearty meal with much gusto. With every spoonful, you were hoping to taste at least a bit of salt to kickstart your taste buds, but all you did was devour bland food much to your disappointment. Though, as bland as it was, you still managed to sense the love and dedication behind the preparation of your meal. It was just like everything he did, with utmost care and affection. Perhaps you understood why his presence affected you to the extremities from the simplest action to the most ostentatious. Beleg was a simpleton elf, and yet everything he did in his power when it came to you was miraculous and extraordinary. This little moment shared between you both was a core memory for you, just seeing how engrossed he is with caring for your little mortal self, brought images of your future.

It was impossible to imagine an elf falling in love with you despite your mortal status and being an old, wrinkled potato one day. Here he was showing that it didn’t bother him, not even your runny nose or vomit would make him run for the hills. He had seen and faced worse than something natural as your illness. To him, this was a joy; showing you indirectly that he would care for you until your last.

“You know, I’m grateful for you,” you squeezed out before inhaling deeply, “I don’t know what it is about you and your…presence, but you make me happy after all these m-months. Just being here with me, not judging or being scornful…just loving me.” You gave him your best thousand-watt smile at the end of your confession, even though you felt a dry cough creeping up your oesophagus. The tears were already blurring your sight from the sentimental gesture.

Bowl in hand and spoon frozen midway, Beleg was astonished. Many words had been exchanged between you both over the many twelve months gone by, but this was new and beautiful. You were grateful for having him in your life, and those were the best words anyone could be told in their entire existence. His emotions were everywhere all at once, he didn’t know if he were to cry or jump and kiss the moon or run around Doriath like an insane person. “What…made you say so? Not that I’m displeased, but more curious. I’ve never heard you express…so openly,” he questioned calmly with a loving smile and a light chuckle. It tinkered through the air and blessed your ear, filling you with love in your heart.

“…this that’s happening right now. It just feels so different from every other moment we’ve shared,” you shrugged with a nonchalant laugh, “makes me realise that you don’t have a problem seeing me as some old, wrinkly potato one day.”

Raising a brow at your words, his eyes never left yours as he reached over to the nightstand and placed the bowl and spoon down before turning to give you his full, undivided attention, “Who said I wouldn’t see you as an old, wrinkly potato?” his finger lifted to bop your cold nose, “you’re my potato.” He joked knowing how much you always complained about getting old and becoming unattractive before his eyes. Growing saggy and helpless, needing to depend on others, he understood how much it bothered you through your humour, but never to him.

Rolling your sore and reddened eyes at his forever and ongoing reply, you watched as Beleg excused himself from your bedside with a ‘dawn of realisation’ look upon his face and left your room. He was silent as he departed, leaving nothing for your ears to discover as he picked up the bouquet of flowers and returned. Standing in your doorway with the red roses behind his back, you observed as he cleared his throat with a hint of nervousness in his eyes. For the first time, you saw Beleg’s figure shake and tremble. Taking a deep breath, he ushered to stand again before your bedside.

“I know that this may seem sudden in your culture but not to mine…and I couldn’t let an opportunity like this pass when the moment is perfect, so here we go… From the day I met you, not a day went by where I didn’t spend every hour, minute and second thinking about every little thing you do— it brought joy to my life. I knew you were the one for me and your race never once hindered me from loving you. If anything, it made me love you more and there is nothing you can do to change how I feel about you…even if you turn into an old, wrinkled potato, you are still engraved into my mind, heart and soul. So here I ask you, my love,” he shuffled one foot forward and knelt before you, revealing the roses and silver ring decorated with small vines, “will you marry me?”

Silence settled in the room where a pin dropping could be heard. Your calculated breathing was the only sound heard as you processed his words and question. “…Are you being serious?” you asked breathlessly.

“As I’ll ever be.”

Your smile slowly crept onto your face from one end to the other before covering your entire aura, creating a glow that came once in a lifetime. A light that represented unconditional joy, love and mutual support. He was typically sneaky when it came to impressing you with elvish traditions or culture on your dates, but this was the last act you envisioned he would whip out on a day like today, let alone while you were unwell.

Unable to contain the happiness of a thousand suns radiating from within, you ignored any aches your body produced and threw yourself into the arms of your patiently awaiting beloved. He caught you with ease but allowed himself to tumble back onto the floor for dramatic effect. Your voice chirped in his ear, screaming yes enthusiastically hundreds of times over and over again. Your shorter limbs were snaked around his body, holding him hostage to your physical affections of kisses and deadly hugs, but Beleg recognised no pain or discomfort. In fact, there was no longer pain and discomfort within your aching joints. His actions were enough to dissipate your illness.

“You have no idea how happy you’ve made me. My original plan was to propose by the waterfall, but you got sick, and I didn’t want the opportunity to be missed,” he chuckled before leaning down to plant kisses across your forehead, leading down to your lips.

“You are too sweet meleth,” you cooed as you leaned in to nuzzle his nose.

“As are you…bess,” he replied with a dazzling grin at the new title you would soon-to-be addressed as.

“Well, I hope you know I’m no longer feeling unwell. My body is no longer aching, so we can do something to celebrate,” you beamed as you pulled away from his lips and fought the urge to suppress a cough, but he saw right through it.

“Hmm, I agree, we should do something…like staying indoors and cuddling because you’re still unwell. Now back in bed sicky,” he commanded while he snatched your body in his arms, bridal style, and carried you back to bed.

“Put me down, I am not sick!”

“Your dry cough and runny nose say otherwise.”

“That’s rude!”

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[lilambs]

obsessive! yandere! eddie

x

mannequin! reader — PT 1

(PT 2) (PT 3)

i know.. i know it looks crazy but bare with me guys.

as always, i am new to writing please bare with me.

it all started with a dare, a stupid.. stupid dare. the hellfire club had decided to hang out at the mall together as a celebration for their campaign going so well.

they were playing truth or dare and happened to stop right in front of a womens store.

“hey eddie, i dare you to uh.. go in that store and make out with the mannequin for five seconds.” gareth said, trying to stifle his laugh.

eddie, a man of his word, went and did the dare.

-

you are a mannequin, the ones that were always standing in the middle of the womens boutique’s. you had a tight baby pink dress wrapped around your body, every curve visible to the human eye.

you are placed in the front of the store right behind the glass openings, on display for everyone.

you were seen by a lot of people, some would stop and stare. others would glance and keep walking.

there was one guy that you had seen a lot, him undressing you with his eyes. he had long brown curly hair and bangs that shaped his face so well.

since the day he came to the mall with his friends, everyday he would walk pass the store and would stop and stare at you. observing you. he never bought anything, he would only come to take a long look at you.

but today, today was different. he surprised you by coming inside of the store, heading straight for the cashier.

being the unalive mannequin that you are, you couldn’t hear what the were talking about. but after about 45 seconds you saw him storm out of the store with an angered stare. you wondered what he was so angry about.

“dude.. you went again didn’t you.” gareth asked when eddie walked over and at on the couch beside him. a small nod came from him.

“you go there everyday. when are you gonna call it quits?” he threw his bag of chips at eddie’s head.

“no.” eddie said, “dude you don’t get it there’s something special about her.”

“correction. it. the mannequin is not alive. why are you obsessed with a doll that’s not real bro.”

“whatever man, you don’t get it. ever since that day, there’s been something about her that pulls me back to the store.” eddie said, frantically moving his hands around while he spoke.

he thought of different ways to try and make you his, that included trying to bargain with the cashier over you for fifty bucks.

-

it was dark outside, the cashier was finishing everything up before his shift ended. he gave you a glance remembering an odd conversation he had with a stranger earlier.

“sell her to me man.”

“sir i’m sorry but this doll is not for sa-“

“one hundred bucks.”

“i can’t sir, i’d have to speak with my manager. i can’t sell things that aren’t mine.”

“just fucking give her to me!”

“i’m going to have to call security if you don’t leave.”

he didn’t know why eddie was so determined to get you, and to be quite honest neither did eddie.

of course you were beautiful but you were just a doll. he didn’t have any sexual thoughts when undressing you. the cashier had seen the whole ten yards, your thick thighs, your breast, your very oddly detailed clit..yet he felt nothing. he had finally clocked out and left.

“finally.” eddie said, a grin spreading across his face.

he ran to the door entranced and immediately began to pick the lock. “here i come baby here i come.” he said.

once he was inside, eddie looked around for you. he spotted you standing right where he had left you.

his excitement began to take over him, he couldn’t wait to see you undressed. imagining things like what your tits looked like, more importantly how big they are.

“doll..” he said, wrapping his arms around your hard as a rock waist.

his thumb lightly grazed a crossed your lips, brushing them sensually as he observed your face. the face he always saw in his dreams.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #daddy!eddie munson #eddie x you #eddie x y/n #yandere!eddie munson x reader #dark!eddie munson #eddie x reader #stranger things

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

If Only You could Look into my Eyes and See that I Still Love You

Burnout is KICKING MY ASS so have a oneshot I wrote before I completely ran out of ideas while I try to finish my WIPs (I promise they’ll be out soon!!)

Warning: it’s a post prank oneshot

Remus stirred slowly, feeling like he’d clawed his way up from the depths of an ocean, rather than a shallow dive that his unconsciousness usually left him with. He leaves his eyes shut for a moment, taking in the hospital wing around him for a moment. Something felt… off.

The first thing he noticed was Sirius’ absence.

He could always feel Sirius’ presence, especially straight after a full moon, and he was always there. Never missed a moon. With a swirl of dread, he realised what that meant. Something had gone seriously wrong.

The second thing he noticed was that he was in pain.

Everything in him was aching more than normal, his head pounding, a lot of new slashes stinging his body, and his leg feeling a lot like it did when Poppy had healed a broken bone, even though it had been a while since he’d felt that, the only description being nostalgic. Not a pleasant nostalgia, but nostalgia all the same.

The panic that the unfamiliar pain brought him was enough for him to fling his eyes open, going to sit straight up and immediately regretting it. Almost instantly, a hand reached out and pressed against his chest, pushing him back down slowly. Remus turned to find James and Peter sat there, James having stood up to help Remus sit slower. James adjusted the pillows carefully, letting Remus rest against them and sitting back down.

“Careful, Moony. Gave us a scare.” James said, with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. It threw Remus off a little, concerning him. If James couldn’t hide something then it was big. It was bad.

Shit.

Remus glanced between the two of them carefully.

“Something happened last night, didn’t it?” He asked, Peter shifting a little uncomfortably in his seat as James’ smile died. Okay, he was right, that’s one thing. It only increased the sense of dread deep in his stomach. Not having any memory of the moons only made his own concern worse, that small reminder that he was dangerous gnawing at him. “Did anyone get hurt?” His voice was filled with concern, he couldn’t hold it back as his mind ran through every scenario under the sun.

“…you.” James said, almost like it should have been obvious, and Remus bit back an eye roll.

“Other than me.” James shook his head, and Remus felt himself breathing a little easier.

“Not in the end, no.”

In the end? What the fuck was that supposed to mean?

“Well then… what happened? And where’s Sirius?” James’ brow furrowed further, and Remus wanted to be swallowed whole. He was in pain and tired, and they weren’t just coming out and telling him what happened.

“It’s, uh… it’s actually about Sirius. He- fuck, I don’t know how to say this.” James said, eyes sliding shut as he took a deep, shaking breath. “He told Snape. About the Whomping Willow. Snape, he- he went down there and, well… Snape knows.” James spoke in a rush, and Remus could feel his heart drop further and further into his stomach, through his legs, almost to his feet, icy cold shock slowly spreading down over him.

No.

No, there was no way.

Of all of the many, many scenarios running through his mind, none of them involved Sirius doing anything to hurt him, because he wouldn’t.

James was watching Remus’ frown deepen, and Remus had never seen James at a loss for words before. Remus had so many questions, but thankfully, Peter stepped in, getting through the rest of it.

“James stopped him, and got him straight to Dumbledore. I’ve got no fucking clue what Dumbledore said to him, but he’s not going to tell anyone, so you’re not expelled. Sirius is with Professor McGonnagal and Dumbledore now.”

“I told them to boot him off the Quidditch team.” James said, fists clenching. “He’s not coming back, not after that.”

“I- no, he- he wouldn’t, Sirius wouldn’t.” It was the first thing Remus could think to say, because he just wouldn’t. Not Sirius.

Not when they had just started to really define what they were. After months of stolen glances, of stolen touches. After that kiss on the astronomy tower. After Remus had finally confessed that he had feelings for Sirius, and Sirius had said he did too. After everything, he wouldn’t turn around and betray him. It wasn’t possible.

“Did they- is Sirius expelled? What about- they can’t send him back to his family, right?” It wasn’t a question Remus had expected to ask, but it happened. He couldn’t stop himself from asking it. James shrugged.

“I don’t think they are expelling him, no.”

“Right, okay, yeah. That’s good.” Because he hadn’t done anything, he’d never. Even if he had, which he hadn’t, nobody deserved the family Sirius had.

“I- Moony, are you alright?” James whispered, as Remus seemed to reach a conclusion. It couldn’t be happening. With that, he went to get up, ignoring the stabbing pain in his hip as both James and Peter stood to stop him. “Hey, hey hey, you need to rest, lay back down.” James wasn’t advising, he was telling, but Remus wouldn’t listen.

“No, I- I need to hear this from him, let me-“

“Remus, Peter was the only one there last night, okay? You’re really hurt. If Madame Pomfrey sees you trying to leave-“

“Remus John Lupin, what on earth are you doing?” Too late. Poppy marched over to him, hands on her hips. “You are going to get back into that bed and you are going to sleep. If you’re well enough, you can leave later.”

“No, Poppy, please, you don’t- I need to see Sirius.” Her face softened considerably, then, walking over to him, grabbing both of his arms and gently pushing him into the bed. He couldn’t fight her, he never could.

“I know what happened, lovely, but you need rest. I can’t let you go now, not in good conscience. Professor McGonnagal will sort everything out, just focus on yourself for a while, okay?” Remus wanted to scream. Seeing Sirius was focusing on himself, because he didn’t believe it. He wanted Sirius to walk in and say everything was just some big misunderstanding, but if he couldn’t have that, he needed to find him. Poppy shoved a potion into his hand. “Drink this.” The command was back, and Remus wanted to argue, but he didn’t have the energy. Just trying to get out of the bed was draining, and while the adrenaline was enough to keep him awake, it wasn’t enough for him to disobey. He glanced at the potion. Sleeping. Maybe if he drank it, let himself be dragged into a hazy unconsciousness, then everything would be fine when he woke up. Sirius would be there, and everything would be okay.

-

It took hours for him to drift back from his deep sleep, already feeling better than he had the first time. For a few moments he remained blissfully unaware of everything that had happened, letting himself wake up slowly. Until everything that James and Peter had said sunk in for the second time, and the same cold trickle of shock started at his head and slowly travelled down the back of his neck and his spine. He felt like he wasn’t in his own body, then, refusing to process fully. Not until he had spoken to Sirius.

Once he had forced his eyes open and propped himself up in his bed, James and Peter no longer sat beside him, Poppy walked over.

“Remus. I would keep you here overnight, but due to the… circumstances, if you’re feeling alright, you can leave. If you’d like to.” She added onto the end.

Part of Remus really didn’t want to. Part of him wanted to stay in his bubble of uncertainty, where he could convince himself that it wasn’t true, it didn’t happen. Still, his anxiety kept getting worse, growing every second, and he knew that another part of him, a much bigger part, wanted to get out of the wing, march right up to Sirius and have him scrunch up his nose in that way of his and say of course it isn’t true, he would never do that to him, especially not now.

Despite the sinking feeling that was convincing him that he wasn’t going to hear that, he settled on that option, swinging his legs out of the bed and going to get changed out of the hospital gown. Poppy left, shutting the curtains behind her and leaving Remus to his thoughts. James wasn’t one to lie, especially not about something like that, and they both seemed particularly distraught, but Remus couldn’t even imagine what he would do if Sirius nodded, said he did it. Something had happened, and Snape knew. He knew. Remus just needed to know how, and for Sirius not to be the one who told him.

With that, Remus shoved the curtains open, waved to Madame Pomfrey and left the hospital wing, walking quickly to the dorm. If Sirius wasn’t there, the map would be. He would find Sirius if it killed him.

Thankfully, it didn’t take long. The moment he had started up the stairs to get to Gryffindor Common Room, James and Peter must have spotted him, catching up quickly.

“Moony, did Madame Pomfrey already let you go?”

“Yeah. Need to talk to Sirius.”

“Are you sure that’s the best idea right now, he’s-“

“I need to.” James and Peter exchanged an uncomfortable glance, clearly expecting carnage, but Remus wasn’t. Remus was expecting Sirius to reassure him, because what else could he do?

“Right, okay.” Peter agreed, James nodding. That didn’t seem to defer them from following him there, though. They followed him through the portrait hole, following a chastising from the fat lady, and up to the dorm. “He’s in there-“

“Saves me some time, then.” Remus answered simply, shoving the door open and freezing almost as soon as he got inside. Sirius was sat on his bed, jumping a mile at the sound of the door and immediately standing. His eyes widened at the sight of Remus.

“Moony! You- I thought you’d be in the hospital wing for longer. Are you- are you okay?” Remus took a moment to just watch him.

Sirius was playing with his hands, fidgeting awkwardly, nervous. His eyes were red, pretty puffy, he’d clearly been crying, even as he tried to act like he hadn’t, causing a slightly painful tug in Remus’ heart, and he was more closed off than normal. It was enough for the dread that Remus had been trying his best to ignore to grow ever so slightly. He could see James glaring at Sirius from the corner of his eye, and Remus had to say something then.

“You-“ His voice cracked, and he was stunned by how stressed he sounded. He felt more together than he sounded, because he was so sure that Sirius hadn’t done it. Of course he hadn’t. “You didn’t actually tell him, did you?”

The silence was deafening.

Remus watched Sirius swallow slowly, eyes darting over Remus’ face and just missing meeting Remus’ eye. Remus’ own eyes flicked down to Sirius’ hands, only to find that they were shaking, and when he glanced back up there were tears in Sirius’ eyes.

“Moony, listen. It was- I didn’t mean- he-“

“Did you- did you tell him or not?” Remus snapped, arms folding to hide the fact that he felt like he was going to fall apart. Sirius fixed his gaze to the floor and nodded once, almost invisibly.

That one small gesture was enough to tear Remus’ world down.

“I’m so sorry.” He whispered, and suddenly Remus couldn’t breathe. It was like someone had taken his entire foundation, the only sense of safety he had, the only thing he was ever sure in, and turned it on its head, taken it away from him, some cruel, cruel joke designed for the sake of his suffering.

Fuck.

He felt sick. He wanted to pass out, everything in him starting to tingle, head spinning as the lights became too bright and his own breathing became too loud. His ears were ringing, everything in him protesting and protesting, because it was Sirius. Not Sirius.

Fuck.

Sirius had done the one thing Remus had never thought he would do. He had taken the part of Remus, something that he was inevitably tied to for eternity, and instead of holding it close, he had handed the secret straight to the one person who wanted him gone. Almost fucking killed him in the process. Never in Remus’ life could he have expected Sirius to weaponise the thing Remus had expected him to protect. He fucking tore himself apart every month, and instead of seeing it as something to resolve, Sirius saw it as something to use. To twist and manipulate and use to his advantage, to get payback on someone.

Remus felt his hands start to shake, but he really wasn’t sure whether it was anger or sadness, whether he was going to scream or cry.

The answer seemed to be neither, then.

“I- christ, I’m going- shit.” He breathed, turning and leaving quickly. James and Peter went to follow him, but Remus didn’t want to be followed. It was like he was being suffocated. He slammed the door behind him, everything inside him bubbling until he didn’t know what to do with it. It was like he was going to burst, the gravity of everything falling on him.

He couldn’t go back to the dorm, the common room was too public, he had no clue where to go. So he just… walked. Trying to somehow walk everything out of him, looking for somewhere he couldn’t be followed.

Stumbling across the room of requirement was an accident. The perfect accident, though, because he could ask for whatever he wanted.

He paced in front of it quickly, asking the same thing and hoping that nobody was going to catch up to him while he did so.

‘I need a place the marauders can’t get to.’

In a matter of seconds, a door was standing in place of the blank wall, and Remus shoved it open quickly, slamming it shut behind him and feeling comforted by the knowledge that he would be able to process on his own.

The room was vast and airy, with a sofa pressed against the wall and a chest directly beside it. Okay, cold air, that was helping a little, as he paced quickly, trying to figure out what the fuck he was feeling.

Besides the fact that anger, resentment and shock were balling up inside him, and he could feel the denial slowly melting away to make place for sadness, there was something else rearing it’s ugly head that Remus really didn’t want to think about. A small voice telling him that he should have seen it coming, that he was so caught up in his feelings that Sirius probably didn’t even reciprocate that he couldn’t see the part of Sirius that was fully prepared to turn around and stab him in the back.

Christ, he felt sick. So fucking sick, he needed more air, he was being smothered by-

“Moony?”

Shit.

James.

He tried the door handle, which thankfully didn’t let him in. Good old room of requirement.

“Did he lock it?” Peter’s voice rang out quietly, and Remus shook his hands, trying to get some of the agitation out of his system so he didn’t scream.

Fuck it.

He threw a silencing charm over the space and let himself go, feeling everything raise inside him and release in a guttural scream, eyes screwed shut. It was actually happening, it was real. Silence settled back over the space, Remus lifting the silencing charm quickly, feeling the weight of the charm lift, back into the light airy space it had been before.

That’s was when he heard Lily.

“Hey, what’s going on? Is Remus in there?” Fuck, he didn’t think about Lily, she could probably get through the door.

“How did you…?” James started, and Remus could almost feel Lily rolling her eyes.

“Remus came storming out of the boys dorms and out the common room and you lot came running after with the map in your hands, so I figured something was wrong. Just followed you.” She answered casually, before raising her voice just a little for Remus’ benefit. “Remus, can I come in? Listen, I have no clue what’s going on, but you seemed really upset, and I don’t know that you should be alone. I won’t speak if you don’t want me to, just… don’t isolate yourself? Yeah?”

Something in Remus knew that the door would open for her, and he also knew that she was right, unfortunately.

“S’open.” Remus called half heartedly. “Just for you, though.” He couldn’t talk to James and Peter about any of it. Not yet.

The door clicked open gently, Remus bouncing on his heels when she walked in. She smiled tentatively at him, shutting the door behind her.

“Hey.” Remus watched her move to the sofa, dropping down on it and keeping her eyes on him.

“Hi.” He didn’t stop his pacing, and she didn’t speak for a while as she let him move around the room until his hip physically wouldn’t let him anymore. He felt it twinge, pausing and pressing his hand against the wall. Without missing a beat, Lily was at his side and helping him get to the sofa, the two of them sitting side by side in silence.

Remus could feel himself losing his composure more and more every second, and as Lily wrapped an arm around his shoulder he crumbled. The tears came before he knew what had happened, breaking down into deep, heavy sobs. It had clearly quite thrown Lily, but she didn’t hesitate in gently moving her hand up and down Remus’ arm, letting him lean and rest his head against hers, unable to stop the flow of crying that had started.

“Hey, it’s okay, you’re alright.” Lily murmured, just letting him cry until he couldn’t cry anymore. It was slightly cathartic, letting him mourn the fact that his friend, his best friend, the first person he’d ever loved had taken his biggest secret and used it for his advantage. A secret Lily didn’t know.

Fuck it. If Snape knew, then Remus had to tell Lily before he got to her.

The moment his ragged breathing had slowed and he could get words out, he decided that there was no time like the present. If she ran, then she ran, and there was nothing he could do about it. He’d already lost Sirius, he would rather lose Lily on his terms than on Severus’.

“Lils, I-“ he pulled away and glanced at her. “Have you talked to Sni- Severus, today?” She frowned and shook her head.

“Haven’t properly spoken to him in a while. Why?”

“He might- he probably will tell you something, soon, but I just- I want you to hear it from me.”

“Remus, what is it?” She asked, brow furrowing in concern as her open green eyes searched his amber ones.

“You can’t tell anyone, okay? And- and everything’s safe. 100% safe.” With that, he took a deep breath and tried to make sure he could actually get the words out. “I’m- I’ve got lycanthropy. I’m a werewolf.” He watched as her eyes widened, and he waited for her to up and leave, expecting disgust to flit across her face. Instead, her gaze became determined, and she nodded.

“I won’t tell a soul.” She promised, and Remus felt himself fall apart again, knowing that she was a safe place for him. That meant he could tell her the rest.

“Sirius- Sirius told Snape, he- he fucking-just when I thought he-“ Remus got out through stuttered breaths, and he felt Lily stiffen a little.

“I’m so sorry, Remus. You don’t deserve that.” She murmured, with only made Remus cry harder, the one thought he had been ignoring circling through his mind over and over, repeating with every beat of his heart.

I love him.

#okay #um #wolfstar #sirius black #wolfstar oneshot #marauders #remus lupin #remus x sirius #young marauders #moony x padfoot #atyd marauders #marauders oneshot #sorry? #it was low-key cathartic writing this

[snomoscribbles]

"It's okay to let it out. I'm here to listen." Comfort fic where it's Nanui that needs to be comforted and let out steam? :3c

He knew logically that he could only push himself so far. Weariness weighed heavy on Nanui's bones, the days passing the attack on the tulkun had been rough and the whole village was feeling themselves wilting after the initial rush to fix and mend and heal. He'd been assisting with everything he could, mending homes and taking hunting shifts to give his fellow Metkayina a break. But he was skipping his.

He didn't want to stop. He didn't want to think. He had a feeling if he sat down, he might not get back up again. So on he pushed. Day by day his shoulders sagged further, his smiles waning and his energy draining away. He'd stopped thinking about it after awhile, just letting his body move through the days without thought. Until... "Nanui! hey, big guy? You there? " The tattooed craftsman startled, looking down and immediately offering a tired smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. You were standing in front of him, brow furrowed and arms crossed. You had been trying to get his attention apparently, and it wasn't like him to deny you. His heart felt heavy at the thought of worrying you. "Ah, my apologies. I am...just tired." He yawned as if to solidify his point. But you knew that. You'd been keeping your eye on the weaver and trying to push him away from this slow shut down he was stumbling toward. You reach out and take his hand gently in both of yours, frowning when he startles again at your touch. He was definitely not all there. "C'mon. I need you to come with me." There was no room for argument and he wouldn't attempt to anyway. He's pretty sure you could ask him to walk into an open flame and he would do so. You held his trust in your hands. He stumbles after you, letting you lead him away from the cluster of maruis and into the cluster of trees that lay on the other side of the beach. He watched, head tilted curiously just the slightest bit in a shadow of the energy he usually has. "Come on. Sit down." You tug on his hand as you take a seat at the base of a tree, letting out a hefty sigh, "You're not burning a candle at both ends at this point, buddy. You threw it in the fire." "I can not understand your sayings on a good day, I'm not sure you'll have any luck explaining that one." He jests with a gentle chuckle, slowly managing to lower himself into a cross legged sitting position. His movements are stiff and slow.

"Yeah, Thought about it after I said it." you laugh, shaking your head. You wait until he's settled before reaching out to offer him your hands once again. Without thought he reaches out, larger scarred fingers gently holding your own. His shoulders visibly relax a little, heaving once with a long breath. "I can tell you're not okay, big guy. Theres been a lot going on and you haven't taken any time to process it. I don't know if its on purpose or not but..." You debate pressing further but your encouraged forward by the look of surprise in those large blue eyes, teal ears flicking upward in attention. "It's okay to let it out. I'm here to listen. You can't keep this up. You're gonna break yourself." Theres a heavy pause, Nanui processing your words before he seems to crumble. His eyes sting with tears, ears flattening, shoulders sagging followed by the rest of him as he collapses forward into your lap. You yelp in surprise, releasing his hands to catch the large man in your arms and let him lay across you with his head pillowed on your thigh. Your heart shatters at the first shuttery breath that heaves from the man, tears let loose and wetting the skin of your thigh where he's pressed his forehead to hide his face. You don't say anything, bringing your hands up to gently move the endless amount of hair from his shoulders so you can trace soothing patterns across his back and shoulders. He'd lost so many people. His home was half burned and his friends and family were hurt and in mourning of their siblings. He had earned a good cry. "I- I am-" He starts and you lightly thump him in the back of the head, earning a reflective wince from him. "If you try to apologize right now, I will end you. Its overdue. You need to let it out." He turns his head a little to look at you finally, head still resting on your leg as he sniffles. His nose and eyes are flushed and raw, hair slipping from his bun and spilling over your thigh. He furrows his brow in concern, looking up at you like a proper kicked puppy. Pathetic and adorable. He looks down again, taking a deep breath and you resume rubbing his back gently. "Nothing could have prepared me for this. I have not known this pain....War has not seen us like this before." You cant help leaning over, reaching your arms out in the best way you can to replicate an embrace. "You're all healing. It will take time and we're going to do it together. But you need to rest or you wont be much help at all." "I do not wish to see it all again. Its there when I close my eyes." The admission is hushed, ashamed and you squeeze him a little harder. "Rest here. I'll stay with you." "You will?" "Yes. Close your eyes. Just for a little bit. I'll wake you up if someone needs you." You shift and move a little until your both resting comfortably, leaning against the tree at your back with the giant mourning Metkayina in your lap breathing deeply with his eyes shut and hopefully no dreams to disturb him.

#avatar #james cameron avatar #navi #avatar way of water #avatar pandora #metkayina #nanui #snomostories #writing requests #requests #ask #request #ask meme #let nanui cry 2k14 #let just get real sad #hurt/comfort

[undead-merman]

I just saw that you did vore and I was wondering of you could maybe do fearplay vore with Lucifer?

Lucifer vore with fear play GN-Reader NSFW

A mishap

He was called into your potions class by the teacher, and that in itself made him pace faster through the hallways. What could you have possibly gotten yourself into now? Already having a horrible day dealing with every. Single. One. Of his brothers 

When he threw open the door the teacher stood up from the desk, but his eyes narrowed in on you. Shrunk down to the size of a thumb and terrified eyes darting around the room until you saw him, and then avoided his gaze. You could feel the anger ebbing off him that even the teacher’s lips were trembling as he explained your mishap. Lucifer’s glare never left you. 

After it was over he picked you up by the scruff of your collar and took you out. Normally he would nag you, scold you and make sure you felt bad for what you did but he is stone-faced and silent. 

The potion would wear off within a week. You just had to make it potent, didn’t you? So now you were stuck with Lucifer watching over you. And while most of the brothers would have tried to jump in and rescue you, lucifer ended up scaring them off. 

But when you got back to his office, the cold facade melted and he asks if you were okay. His thumb brushing your scalp tenderly. You told him you were fine and he smiled before that all melted away. 

He had been letting you get away with far too much recently. He’s going to have to set you straight and finally punish you. And the way he says it with venom sends a shiver of terror down your spine.        

Teasing

You had to sit with him during the week. And he was not happy. That whole week is filled with busy work and the brothers. You can see the vein on his forehead getting bigger each and every day. 

You can't help but gulp as he's snapped 3 pens since you ended up as a desk pet for Lucifer. And how you're sure that pen is much more durable than you. The sight of a pen could make your knees quake. 

You're forced into Lucifer’s schedule. And you knew before it was grueling, but living it is a whole different story. Woken up, cold shower, paperwork, then breakfast though you were only allowed to eat in the office since the brothers could not be trusted around you, then more paperwork, and more and more work till bed. And maybe you could have dinner if you didn’t distract lucifer 

But now that you are so small you seem to attract his eye a lot. They slowly drift from his work to you in your new little birdcage for so much as shifting. But once again he wouldn’t say a word. He’d just stare at you with predatory eyes. 

But trying to lighten the mood you made a joke, a silly joke that made you suck your lips back into your mouth as soon as you said it. It was cheesy and something about him looking hungry and him being big enough to eat you. “Is that what you’re thinking about?” and those predatory eyes narrow at you. Right then and there you know you’ve gotten yourself into trouble. 

He’ll gently lick his lips when you make too much of a sound. He starts refusing meals and instead just lets you eat. But he stares, those smoldering smoky crimson eyes and teeth that you only now realize they look so big and sharp. 

One time as he’s pulling you out of the cage he bites your collar with his canine and pulls your clothes straining them before pulling back and grinning. 

Eating

What cements your fear is when Mammon sneaks in to try and bust you out. It's a sweet gesture and while he’s opening the cage as Lucifer is taking a call, he suddenly slammed on the ground. Lucifer’s heel dug into his spine as Mammon yelped and screams. With no mercy, he tossed him out and turned to you as if this was all your fault.

“I can’t even leave you alone in my own office? That’s fine I can deal with this another way.”

He picks you up and nips your body with his fangs, it stings but it doesn’t hurt as much as your thought it would, the bites you know would leave sore bruises for sure, but you are more concerned about his tongue pressing against your body, slowly dragging up like a Devildom animal tasting it’s prey. 

It’s then his minty breath is all over you as he pushes you into his mouth. He lets your head out as he sucks on your body. Even if you struggle you can feel his teeth warn you to stop. 

And before you know it you gulped down, squeezed down his throat. You might not know but he’s taken steps to ensure that you’ll be perfectly fine. You’ll be much safe inside him and it’ll scare you into acting right. 

It is nice to feel you squirming around. Just the weight of you in his stomach and the soft motions of you going into a panic.

#tw: vore #omnsfw #obey me vore #obey me lucifer #lucifer x reader #tiny reader #cruel lucifer #a smidge of noncon

[ottowriter]

I have a whole idea and timeline on what happened to Troy after the dam. It’s with an OC, not Serena. There isn’t enough about him, and here is just a drabble of finding out he is going to be a dad. I have a lot more ideas and an entire plot

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The community ran smoothly with Troy and Josie as their leaders. He has never known happiness, especially with a woman like her. She recruited him shortly after recovering from his injury, and since then, they were inseparable. Troy felt overwhelmed by this, unsure of what he did to deserve her.

Josie studied so much. She read science books on a regular basis, and this is how the two spent most evenings. Tonight, they were on guard duty in a makeshift tower attached to their walls. Troy stood with his rifle strapped to his back, watching through the forest for any movement while she sat on a beanbag, flipping through a book with the small light available in their tower.

Silence overcame the two. Troy felt intensely focused on any noise, feeling an intense need to protect the one thing in his life that truly made him feel like a human being again. He only wished he could truly accomplish this when all of a sudden, she ran to his side and threw up her dinner on the outside of the walls.

A cool air blew as Josie wretched loudly, a pain overtaking her so much that every muscle just collapsed in pain. Troy immediately yanked the rubber band off her wrist and loosely tied her curls up, an action driven by pure adrenaline. At this point, she finally relaxed backwards into his arms. Her body shook.

“I’m calling for our replacements.” Troy whispered, wiping her forehead and feeling the sweat slick back her hair. She shook her head rapidly, wiggling out of his arms to throw up again. “Honey, please.”

“I have something to tell you.” Her voice came out, weak and tired. Josie nuzzled him, taking in his warmth for comfort. “Look in my bag.”

Kissing her forehead, Troy managed to shift in a circle without moving her body to grab the backpack laying nearby. Underneath some bottles of water were multiple pill bottles, and a plastic colorful bottle of prenatal vitamins sat in the middle. His whole body went rigid at the sight, and he kept a grip on her weak frame while reaching for a radio.

“Jared, come to the tower. Jo needs a doctor.” He sternly said, ignoring the shaking in his hand. At this point, he directed his attention to his girlfriend who had either fallen asleep or unconscious - he wasn’t sure, just frightened.

Attaching her book bag to his utility belt, Troy whispered an apology before slipping her over his shoulder and climbing down the ladder. The infirmary was across the community, hidden amongst trees and kept safe in the forest. He ran with her in his arms as fast as possible.

“Did she collapse again?” The doctor, an older and wise male asked. Troy couldn’t do anything but nod, slipping her onto a bed while he was ushered out and told to stay outside.

Pregnant? He watched the stars twinkle and the shore beat against the sand with thoughts running through his mind. A daughter? A son? Troy smiled, and even let out a huff. What would Jeremiah think now?

The doctor tapped him on the shoulder and ushered him inside. Josie sat upright in a recliner, drinking ice water out of a styrofoam glass. An IV of fluids poked out of her elbow. Dehydration of course.

She smiled upon seeing him, and reached out to pull him in for a kiss.

“You worried me.” Troy knelt down between her legs, both hands immediately going to gently run circles on her stomach.

“I’m not too far along, just like ten weeks.” Josie reached back, tangling her fingers in his curls. She needed the physical support from feeling exhausted.

“A baby?” Troy smiled, stretching to kiss her again. And again. “I’m so in love with you.”

#troy otto x reader #troy otto #ftwd #daniel sharman #ftwd season 8