#no reader insert

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Hi again! 🥰 I started thinking this morning about Wayne and Eddie getting matching tattoos!!!! 🥹 Wayne doesn’t have any tattoos in my mind but we all know Eddie has lots but maybe one day Wayne brings up the idea to Eddie and so Eddie starts drawing some up and brainstorming and they go and get it!! 🥹🥹 you can decide what the tattoo would look like or be 🥰❤️❤️

OMG OKAY!!!!!

Sooooooo I think about this alot! I think Eddie has matching tattoos with many many many people. I think that he gets one with Dustin as soon as he turns 18, I think he has stick and pokes that match with Gareth and Jeff, and he for sure has some with Wayne.

This is how I think it happens 🤭

I think it happens after Eddie graduates high school and is talking about moving out soon. Hearing his son nephew talking about moving out really breaks Waynes heart, he knew that the day would come but he never prepared himself for it. Wayne is on his lunch break when he gets the idea of wanting to do something with Eddie before he leaves. He didn't immediately think of a tattoo though, he thought maybe doing a road trip or going house shopping/furniture shopping with his boy.

However, he thinks of getting a tattoo when Eddie comes home with a new tattoo. Usually he doesn't care about Eddie's tattoos but this one really hit him in the feels. Eddie got his graduation year done however!!!! it is within a pair of dnd dice. For some reason seeing this tattoo switched a switch within Wayne and he immediately wants a tattoo with Eddie.

Wayne brings the idea up during dinner, he completely shocks Eddie, like he dropped his fork he was so shocked. "You-you want to get a tattoo?" Wayne nods with a soft smile, "I do, I want you to design something but it better be professionally done boy I'm not letting you poke me." Eddie's eyes light up and nods quickly before rushing to get a notebook and pen completely forgetting about dinner. He had something planned by the next day.

Wayne got home from work and was bombarded by Eddie as soon as he walked in the door. "I have it all planned out! When is your next day off???" Wayne chuckles and tells him the day and he is handed a notebook while Eddie runs off to make a phone call.

The day came quicker than Wayne expected and while he is nervous, Eddie is practically bouncing off the wall. They stopped to get breakfast and then goes to the shop. (AN: IT"S IMPORTANT TO EAT BEFORE YOUR TATTOO APPOINTMENT PEOPLE!!) While Wayne was getting the tattoo done Eddie talked his head off to help distract him from the whole thing, and once it was all said and done Wayne knew he was still going to struggle when Eddie moves out, but he also knows that he will always be apart of his son's nephew's life.

I couldn't decide what tattoo they would get! All I knew was it had to be meaningful and about how they always will be there for one another.

tagging: @ghosttownwherenoonegoes @succubusmunson @emmyshortcake @bloodthirstybreedingbunny @thefreak0fhawkinshigh @lofaewrites @tiannasfanfic

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson imagine #stranger things imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagines #eddie and wayne munson #eddie and wayne fluff #wayne munson imagine #wayne munson #no reader insert #stranger things fluff

[olinblogin]

I’m a big ol’ angst fan, so can u please write like- Caine putting on a fake smile type of stich, and over time, it suddenly becomes obvious that he’s upset, and frustrated with himself, and he just keeps saying he doesn’t want to talk about his emotions, no matter how many times he’s bugged about it? And maybe he thinks that if he explains his thoughts, it’ll lead his only friends to abstract

I’ll once again say I’m not the best a writing angst so please cut me some slack when I write this (ㆀ˘･з･˘)

(WARNINGS - ANGST, NO READER, BITTER ENDING, SHORT ASK)

Every time Caine would try to make himself happy it would always fail. Shattered mirrors littered him own room from his frustration getting the better of him.

When presenting himself to everyone in the circus he would put on a happy act, smiling and cheery.

But even then that facade soon faded, his frustration more obvious with every day that went by.

Many would try to reach out to him, mainly Kaufmo.

Kaufmo knew how it felt to put on an act. He knew what it was like to pretend to be happy in fear of concerning your friends with your well-being. As many times as Kaufmo would try to reach to him, that eventually came to an end when Kaufmo abstracted, going insane after accidentally catching glimpses of the exit door.

Caine only blamed himself. He was the one who made it, that’s what lead to Kaufmo’s demise. He didn’t take Kaufmo’s abstraction well one bit. But for the sake of everyone, especially the new addition, Pomni, he had to keep strong.

Days went on and on until the members of the circus became more distant, until they started abstracting.

One by one they were picked off by their own deterioration… Ragatha was the last to go, but even she couldn’t stay strong enough to prevent her own abstraction. He was alone.

All alone.

Had the circus always been this spacious?

He never noticed.

This was the end, wasn’t it? Just being alone, a husk of once he once was. Unable to abstract as his friends, unable to feel the sweet release of death.

This was the end.

#tadc caine #the amazing digital circus caine #angst ending #angst with a sad ending #angst #no reader insert

[yes-i-am-a-sinner]

MY HANDS ARE TIED

(Aizawa one-shot; no reader insert)

this is my very first request for @princeasimdiya12 I hope you like it :)

(this highkey stressing me out because of my severe need for approval and validation 😭)

warnings/tags: 18+, MINORS DNI, male bondage, sex toys, overstimulation, cum as lube, cloth gag, present mic makes an entrance at the end, voyeurism (?), use of baby boy, stuck in bondage

please let me know if I forget any tags

Being both a Pro Hero and teacher is extremely stressful and Aizawa constantly prays for a break. The media constantly badgers him about All Might or the status of the League of Villains. His students continue to jump into danger and try to play the role of a Pro when they only have their provisional licenses.

Aizawa jams his key into the keyhole to open his apartment door. The door swings open and a soft meow is heard in the distance. He toes off his boots as his cat, Bean, brushes against his legs. Aizawa bends down to pat his cat’s head and makes his way towards the bedroom.

Aizawa tosses his capture scarf on the bed and heads to the bathroom.

Maybe a shower will help me destress

Unfortunately for him, the shower did not help at all. His mind was too loud and it felt like his skin was crawling.

Not bothering with clothes, he flops on his bed and out the corner of his eyes, he sees his capture scarf lying innocently on the bed. Dirty thoughts hit him like a train, with a harsh shake of the head he tries to will the thoughts away.

In the end, his mind won that battle. He leans over to his nightstand and rifles through it. Inside is half a bottle of lube and an anal vibrator. Quickly grabbing those out the drawer, he set them on the bed next to the scarf.

He gathers up the scarf and puts it around his neck. Aizawa reaches for the lube as he lies on his back. Activating his capture scarf, it wraps around both ankles and spreads his legs.

Popping the cap open, he squirts lube onto his fingers and tosses the bottle back on the bed.

Reaching down, one finger circles his rim and he can feel his hole flutter from the coolness of the lube. Aizawa gently pushes the finger in and his body tenses in anticipation. In and out, he pushes the finger as his eyes screw shut.

It’s been so long since he’s had time to himself like this. His cock is already twitching from one finger, he now knows that he’s really sensitive from the lack of touch.

Aizawa pushes a second finger in and lets out a small gasp.

It isn’t enough

His scarf tightens and pulls his knees a little closer to his chest. He shoves his fingers back in with hope for the new angle.

“F-fuck!” Aizawa almost yelled as he hit his prostate. He could tell his sensitivity might be an issue. Controlling his capture weapon, he pushes the cloth in his mouth. His cheeks puff up at the added intrusion.

Aizawa continues to finger himself, hitting that spot over and over. His toes curl up and his eyes shut as he cums just from his fingers

Because of the new angle, cum shoots and hits his chest and face.

It isn’t enough

Aizawa still feels stress, but decided that this was working he just needed more. Reaching over, he grabs the anal vibrator and prepares to lube it up. He turns his head and realizes he tossed it off the bed. Not wanting to move, Aizawa needed to use something else as a lubricant.

Glancing down, he sees the white mess spattered on his chest. Scooping it up, he smears it all along the toy. Aizawa’s mouth waters at the sight, wetting his makeshift gag even more.

He slowly pushes it in and it settles right on his prostate. Turning it on to the highest setting, he lets out a loud moan that was thankfully muffled by the gag.

As if the scarf read his mind, it wraps around his wrists and binds his hands on his ankles. That way he can’t reach the gag or the vibrator.

It didn’t take long for him to reach his second orgasm of the night.

“Mmph!”

More cum covered his chest, but a small puddle started to form where his ass met the bed. There was no time for recovery as the buzzing continued on his prostate.

The gag is soaked with his drool and it began to dribble down his face. He cheeks were a rosy red and his hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat. Aizawa’s back arched as he was hit with another orgasm. The vein on his neck popped out as he screamed behind the gag.

“Eels goo!”

It does feel good. Correction: it feels fucking amazing.

Aizawa decided 3 orgasms was enough and tried to control the scarf to untie him. With a couple of jerks, he realized he was stuck. There was no time to focus on this fact as he cummed a fourth time.

The puddle of cum got bigger. His cock was almost cherry red. The drool was dripping down his chest, mixing with the semi dry cum. His prostate felt raw and overstimulated from the constant pressure and buzzing. His eyes wide and a little dazed as tears pricked his eyes.

Orgasm after orgasm kept coming. His sobs started to mix with his moans. He wished the battery of the toy would die.

So caught up in his torture he didn’t hear his name being called.

“Sho, you weren’t answering your pho–.”

Aizawa turned to the doorway, where Hizashi Yamada stood.

“Ehh mee ow!”

The shriek sounded like ‘let me out,’ but Yamada’s going to ignore that. He watched as Aizawa’s cock jumped, but no cum came out. He surveyed the huge mess Aizawa left. There was so much cum, it was threatening to leak off the bed. Fuck, he looked absolutely gorgeous. Stunning, even.

“Oh, seems like you’ve got yourself into some trouble, baby boy.”

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note: Hopefully this turned out alright. I usually write reader inserts, so it was cool to step out my comfort zone. I tried my best and can hope to get better :)

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #my hero academia aizawa #boku no hero academia aizawa #aizawa shouta #oneshots #18+ post #no minors allowed #minors dni #smut #aizawa smut #no reader insert #present mic #my hero academia hizashi #hizashi yamada #erasermic #mha #bnha #mha aizawa #bnha aizawa #mha smut #bnha smut #erasermic smut

[star-dust-no-name]

Barbatos successor Genshin AU

Masterlist

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After the archon war, Barbatos sadly passed away in battle, leaving a badly shaped Mondstat to defend on its own. After hundreds of years, anemo visions are said to be gone completely extinct that is until a young boy with similar features as Barbatos shows up in Mondstat with an anemo vision.

OR

What if after Barbatos dies Mondstat is left in ruins without a archon that is until Venti a young abandoned boy is found and made the successor of Barbatos after being found with an Anemo vision? The last anemo vision the last hope for Mondstat

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Ventis perspective (NO READER OR X READER)

Human Venti AU

WARNING: THIS IS A FANDMADE GENSHIN AU SO THE TIMELINE WILL BE DIFFERENT AND THINGS WILL CHANGE FOR THE SAKE OF THE STORY AS SUCH CHARACTERS AGES WILL CHANGE, NEW CHARACTERS BEING MADE, ECT HOWEVER CHANGES SUCH AS THESE WILL BE MADE CANNON ONLY IN THIS AU NOT IN THE ACTUAL GAME

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Created on: 3/3/2024

Ended on: ????

Status: On-going

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EPILOUGE: Our only hope dies...

Episode 1: A young boy...

Episode 2: ????

Episode 3: ????

Episode 4: ????

Episode 5: ????

Episode 6: ????

TBA....

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AUTHORS NOTE: THIS AU WAS ORIGINALLY CREATED BY star-dust-no-name PLEASE CREDIT ME IF THIS AU IS MENTIONED OR TAG ME THANK YOU MAY THE STARS GUIDE YOU IDK WHY IM TYPING IN ALL CAPS

~ ☆Stardust:3

#Human Venti AU #Barbatos succesor au #Ventis perspective #no reader insert #no x reader #new series #Venti #genshin barbatos #Genshin impact #genshin venti

[bring-back-hotch]

Does anyone have any good hitch fics that are NOT X READER cos I seriously can't find any on this app

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #spencer reid #criminal minds fandom #aaron hotch fanfiction #aaron hotch hotchner #dr spencer reid #behavioral analysis unit #criminal mind #bau #please help #no reader insert

[hannaswritingblog]

meet me at the crossroads 3: trains, cats & coffee shops [a short story]

Part 3 of this and this story

Disclaimer: the events depicted in this story are fictional and the places, as well as some mentioned people, are meant to be vague, but the girls who have inspired the main characters are very much real and I guarantee they had a lot of fun together when they met in similar circumstances.

Tags: original fiction, real person fiction, no reader insert, self insert, friend insert, political au [inside joke], coffee shop au (but it's a cat cafe), there is only one bed (but it's a cat toy)

Word count: 1.2k

Collaboration with and a birthday gift for @winterxisxcomingx 💜🎁 I hope you didn't think I forgot about this story, because there's no way I would! I know it's been a while since our meeting that inspired this part, but I finally gained back some inspiration, so it was time to write it. I also thought I wouldn't manage to finish it in time but I ended up pushing through. XD I hope you'll enjoy! Happy birthday sis bestie!!!

It’s a warm spring morning when Hanna boards a train in the city she studies in, the train that would get her to the city where Winter currently lives. It’s about to be the third time they meet, but it doesn’t make her any less excited – if anything, it makes Hanna even happier that she managed to arrange another meeting with her friend.

Her adventures start almost immediately after she sits in her spot. The man sitting across from her looked familiar even when she saw him on the platform, but now she finally realises who he is. She takes out her phone to text Winter:

Hi, my train just took off. And guess who’s on it with me!

The reply doesn’t arrive immediately – in fact, it takes Winter almost an hour to see Hanna’s message and respond:

I don’t know, who?

Think, bestie! Who could I text you about? Especially when we meet in a few hours, this one just couldn’t wait until we see each other

OMG, is that Krzysztof?

YES

GO TALK TO HIM

I CAN’T, I feel like it would be weird, but maybe we’re gonna catch him when the train arrives at your station?

SURE, I’M GONNA LOOK OUT FOR HIM

Even though Hanna has planned other activities for her ride, like reading a book and listening to music, she can’t focus on anything else than peeking at the politician she and Winter became close with over the course of the last few months. She hopes he will notice her and possibly strike a conversation first once he has a chance, but at the same time she’s weirdly scared of meeting him again. While their two previous meetings were planned and both she and her friend could prepare to see him, this time it took them by surprise, especially her, since Winter has now been warned.

After a long journey the train arrives at its destination. Hanna steps out to the station, trying to keep her eye on Krzysztof, but she soon loses him in a crowd. She starts looking for Winter instead, hoping she had a chance to catch their mutual friend.

The girls eventually find each other and immediately fall into a hug.

“What took you so long? I thought it’s not your train yet,” Winter asks.

“I had to look around to make sure I don’t walk past you,” Hanna explains. “But I thought you saw Krzysztof? He would be your sign that this was the right train.”

“No, I must’ve missed him… But if he’s in town, maybe we’ll see him later!”

With that thought in mind, the girls walk out of the station and into the city.

The two friends spend a wonderful day together, walking around, trying not to get lost and just enjoying each other’s company. For a moment they even forget the man Hanna saw on the train – the man they both secretly consider to be their other friend. The only remark they make about him is when the evening approaches and Winter suddenly asks:

“Are you sure it was Krzysztof that you saw on the train? Or maybe just someone that looked similar to him?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure, why?” Hanna asks back.

“Nothing, I’m just wondering… I really haven’t noticed him at the station, and I feel like we would have bumped into him already if he was here. Plus, why didn’t he tell us? He knows well that I study here, so maybe…”

“You know he’s busy, there’s a lot going on in the parliament right now,” Hanna interrupts her friend. “Maybe it slipped his mind that you study here, or he forgot to let you know he’d be here. Or maybe he was just changing trains…”

“Maybe…” Winter shrugs her shoulders. “But even if that’s weird, I simply kind of miss him.”

“Yeah, I know. I miss him too. Who knows, perhaps we’ll meet him tomorrow?”

With such a finish to their conversation, the girls decide to part their ways. Not having a way to accommodate her friend at her university dorms, Winter walks Hanna to the hostel she’s staying at for the night and leaves her there to rest.

On the next day Winter planned a visit to a cat cafe. She’s been there before, but not with Hanna, and she knows how much of a cat person her friend is, so they couldn’t miss it.

“It’s good you made a reservation,” Hanna remarks when they both sit by the table with menus in their hands. “Seems like the place is going to be packed today.”

Winter looks around the cafe and agrees with her friend. It’s only 11 in the morning and there’s only one free table left – a table next to theirs, with a reservation for one person. Without thinking much of it, girls go back to the conversation they had before they entered the cafe. They only take a small break to go to the bar and order coffees and cake.

“Hey, do you want to play with the cats?” Winter suggests as they wait for their drinks and treats. “I think there is one more cat toy left just here…”

“You’re talking about this one?”

The girls turn their heads towards a man who suddenly appeared by the table next to them, holding a cat wand in his hand. They immediately start smiling when they recognize Krzysztof.

“I told you I saw him!” Hanna exclaims, startling one of the cats sitting next to her. Shushed by a waitress, she lowers her voice and adds: “I told Winter you were with me on the train, but she started doubting me!”

“Yeah, sorry about that…” Winter tells her friend. Turning to Krzysztof, she says: “But I didn’t see you at the station, and you didn’t tell us you’d be here.”

“That’s right. I’m here on business matters and I couldn’t really fill you in, I hope you understand,” he explains. “I also wasn’t sure if I’d have time to do anything here outside the job, so I didn’t want to bother you in case I had to cancel.”

“Oh, that’s completely understandable,” Winter agrees.

“Yes, definitely,” Hanna confirms.

All three of them go quiet, interrupted by the waitress approaching with Winter’s and Hanna’s order. She places the plates in front of them, smiles at them and goes back to the bar.

“I’m glad I didn’t approach you in the train though, I guess it would bother you,” Hanna adds.

“No, it wouldn’t bother me at all,” Krzysztof responds quickly, “but it would definitely be harder for me to pretend I’m not here.”

“Well, but you ARE here now,” Winter says, “so… could you share the cat toy with us, please?”

“Ah, yes, of course. Here you go,” the man says and hands the toy over to the girl. “I think I should go and order something anyway. What do you recommend?”

“I’ve only been here once before and all I tried was a latte, but I’ve heard they make really good cappuccinos.”

“Okay. Then I guess I’ll have a cappuccino.”

And just like that, the three unlikely friends get to spend a few hours together, drinking coffee and sharing the only cat toy left in the cat cafe.

#hanna's writing #hannaswritingblog #meet me at the crossroads #meet me at the crossroads 3 #trains cats & coffee shops #original fiction #real person fiction #no reader insert #self insert #friend insert #political au #inside joke #coffee shop au (but it's a cat cafe) #there is only one bed (but it's a cat toy) #not requested #gift for someone #collab #winterxisxcomingx #tumblr sister

[innerenigma]

•Normalize Fanart for Fanfics Again You Fools•

It's not cringe anymore (it SHOULDN'T be cringe anymore), just do it. You're doing something you enjoy, who cares what anybody else says! So spread the words my fellow internet brethren.

Spread the Word :)

#fanfic #fanfiction #fanart #normalizefanartforfanfics #normalize fanart for fanfics #wattpad #archive of our own #ao3 #fanfiction.net #quotev #crossover #crossovers #fandom #fandoms #readerinsert #reader insert #xreader #x reader #oc #oc's #au #alternate universe #podfic #pod fic #fic rec #fanart for fanfic #fanartforfanfic #fanart for others #fan fiction #fan fic writing

[thatboisus]

“english isn’t my first langua—“ say no more.

#x reader #reader insert #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagine #james potter x reader #remus lupin x reader #sirius black x reader #joel miller x reader #matt murdock x reader #carmen berzatto x reader #ethan landry x reader #spencer reid x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #mattheo riddle x reader #theodore nott x reader #regulus black x reader #sebastian sallow #tangerine x reader

[mysicklove]

Summary: four-year-old Yuuji didnt mean to bring up Mr. Gojos crush on you, which of course, leads to Sukuna's harsh teasing.

cw: fem! reader (reader gets referred to as girl, pretty, and mommy), curse words, suggestive language, lion king spoilers (lol)

wc: 1.8k

a/n: i love making sukuna an absolute menace. poor yuuji tho. i think i am going to introduce gojo as a character, because I think it would be entertaining to piss Sukuna off lol.

big brother au masterlist

“Su-kuna!”

“The fuck did you just call me?”

“Language,” You scold, not peering up from your book. Yuuji lays sprawled out on top of the both of you – his head in your lap, and practically purring in content when you gently pet the top of his head, while his little legs are on Sukuna’s thighs. 

Yuuji giggles into your shirt, shaking his head mischeviously. “Bad word Su-kuna!”

In an instant, you feel the toddler being ripped away from your lap with a tiny screech. The noise startles you, and you perk up from your book to look to where the boy has gone to. But, you aren't surprised to see him dangling in the air by his ankle – Sukuna’s long fingers skillfully hold onto Yuujis chubby little leg tight enough to not drop him, but gently enough to not cause physical harm. 

The boy doesn't seem to mind this position, being in it so frequently. Giggles and squeals leave the toddler's mouth as he stares at his now upside down brother. “You learning how to speak correctly?”

Yuuji nods his head, and his hands try to reach for Sukunas shirt. You rest your head on the man's shoulder, chuckling at the boy who was squirming in the air. “Uh-huh! F-Fush-i-guro taught me!” The dark haired toddlers last name was hard to pronounce, and it was amusing watching how Yuuji sounded it out.

Sukuna makes a loud groaning noise and you cover your mouth to hold back another laugh. “Of course you made friends with Gojo’s new brat. First he hits on my girl, and now his new kid is gonna manipulate this idiot.” He shakes Yuuji in the air to demonstrate his point, ignoring the squeals. 

You roll your eyes with a laugh. “Just because Megumi taught Yuuji how to say your name correctly, doesn't mean the kid is manipulating him. Y’know Yuuji struggles with words sometimes.” You watch as the child in turn shakes his head in defiance, letting out a “Nu-uh!” that only makes you smile. You turn back over to your lover, kissing his cheek. “Aw, does it make you sad that our little Yuuji is growing up?”

“No,” he quickly rebuttals, “Brat isnt growing up fast enough. I am mad that you're not denying the fact that the white haired idiot is flirting with you.” You know that wasn't the full truth, but alas, Sukuna was extremely stubborn and would never admit that he didn't want his brother to grow up. 

“Fush-i-guro says Mr. Gojo thinks you are pretty!” Yuuji announces, beaming at you from the air. You hold back a wince, smiling awkwardly back at the innocent words of the toddler. You watch as the boys cheeks begin to flush from all the blood rushing to his head, and immediately as if sensing it, Sukuna flips over the boy and instead places him on his lap, holding onto the back of his neck.

The action makes you smile, noticing the thumb that rubs gently at the pale skin. But when you glance at Sukuna, you notice quickly that he was anything but happy. Sukunas dark eyes twitches, flickering to you, and he speaks between his teeth. “Did he now? I may need to have a talk with Mr. Gojo next time I pick the little pest up. Does Fushiguro say anything else?”  

“Sukuna,” you whine, realising that the hold on the boys neck was not out of affection – instead was used to trap the boy while he was questioned. “Y’know Gojo is alot. He just wants to–”

“Fush-i-guro says Mr. Gojo has a crush on Y/N!”

“Yuuji!” 

“B-But, Y/N has a crush on brother,” the boy concludes, furrowing his eyebrows with a small nod. “Right, Ku–um–Su-kuna?” He turns up to his brother, doe eyed with his head slightly cocked to the side in question. 

In response, Sukuna ruffles his hair, nearly sending the boy landing on his back. But, instead he giggles at the rough treatment, shutting his eyes and trying his best to stay upward. “The biggest crush. You make sure to tell the little brat that. Or else Mr. Gojo is going to try take her away.”

Your eyes widen and you push at his broad shoulders. “Sukuna! You're going to get him all worked up!” You exclaim, knowing the very sensitive (regarding you or Sukuna) child very well by now. You turn to the boy, whose own eyes widen as he trying to process the words. “Gojo is not trying to take me away.”

“He is going to take her away if you don't do anything, and little Megumi is going to have a new mommy.” Sukuna was grinning at the boy, as if his brother's fearful expression pleased him. You knew that he was being purposely dramatic – Gojo wasn't even technically Megumi's father, if there was a chance that you guys would ever get together (near zero) you would definitely not be the boy's new mom. But alas, Sukuna continues on with his words. “Thats why whenever you see the two of them talking you have to make sure you to scream as loud as possible.”

You cover the mans mouth before you he can spewl any more nonsense, but it was too late. Yuuji was already tearing himself from the man's lap and into yours – his lips begin to wobble and his eyes flood with tears. “Is-um-is that what you two talk about when I am with Mr. Nanami,” he warbles, thinking back to the multitude of times he has held onto his preschool teachers hand and watched you smile at the white haired man. 

“No, love,” you reassure, turning your attention instead from scolding your lover to consoling the child. “Sukuna is being mean again. Don't listen to him. Mr. Gojo and I are friends.” You ignore the look that Sukuna shoots you, showing how displeased he is at the idea of you being friends with his least favorite person. 

The boy sniffles, wiping his little fists on his face. “I-I dont want you to be Fush-i-guro’s mommy. You have to stay with me and Kuna! P-Please?” He doesn't even attempt to say his brother's name correctly, forgetting how he started the conversation all together. He was focused on trying not to cry, because his brother was sure to tease him, but it wasn't working out very well.

You kiss at his chubby cheeks, shaking your head with an exasperated look on your face, wondering how the hell you got to this conversation. “I am not, promise. I'm not going anywhere. Even if your brother is the worst, brattiest, malicious person alive, I have kinda grown attached to him. Besides, if I left who would I have movie nights with?”

“I am not a–” You shoot Sukuna a nasty glare, and he in return lets out an astonished laugh, but shrugs without care.

Your words make Yuuji perk up from your lap, and his eyes widen with glee. “You like movie nights too?” He was always begging for the three of you to watch movies together, but Sukuna always denies him considering it would end up being a cheesy Disney movie that Yuuji would fall asleep not even twenty minutes into.

“I love movie nights. Do you want to have one tonight?”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Sukuna butts in, and you spare him a glance. “Babe, we have plans tonight, remember?” He tilts his head to the side suggestively and you roll your eyes at him.

“Not anymore. Me and Yuuji are going to watch…”

“Human Earthworm 2!” The boy interjects, completely forgetting about his previous experiences with the movie, not good ones.

You poke at his cheeks, shaking your head. “I was thinking The Lion King.” 

“Yes!”

“No,” Sukuna groans, covering his eyes with his palm.

You look at him with furrowed eyebrows. “No? Why are you putting your input in? You're not watching it with us.”

Sukuna, never have been told this before, looks appalled. “The fuck you mean?”

“Bad word!” Yuuji points to him in accusation, but Sukuna just ignores him.

You cock your head to the side, a sly grin pulling at your face. “You're not invited.”

“Why not?”

The two of you make eye contact for a long second, and after a moment or two, Sukuna sighs. “You're really mad about that?” You don't say anything, just continuing to stare at him. “Okay fuck–Yes that is a curse word, astute observation you brat. I am sorry for making the kid cry again.”

“And?”

Sukuna narrows his eyes at you, but you hold your ground. Then, he turns to the boy with a sigh. “Dont scream when you see Gojo and Y/N talk, alright?” He jabs his finger into the boys chest and Yuuji nods his head rapidly in understanding. But, a foxish grin pulls at the mans face and he says, “Instead…The moment you hear him talk to her, you bite his leg.”

He barks a laugh at the confused face of his brother, but when he looks up to you, the smile falters. “Okay, c’mon it was a jo–”

You point your finger to the door. “Couch.”

“You can't kick me out of my own room!”

You don't move your finger. Yuuji glances at you, cocks his head to the side, and then mimicks your action. “Couch!”

The three of you go silent for a long minute, and at this point the boy's hand begins to tremble from holding his hand out for too long. Eventually when Sukuna realizes that there was no point of reasoning, he lets out a dramatic sigh, before crawling out of bed. 

When he notices your smug smile, he flips you off and you can't help but laugh at that. “I am coming back after the movie is done, ya hear?”

“If Yuuji does not fall asleep,” You tease in return, knowing the boy well, and Sukuna rolls his eyes. 

His eyes flicker to the boy who was snuggling up to your chest, trying to find a comfortable position to watch the movie in. Sukuna chuckles to himself, opening up the door, before turning back to the kid one last time. “Hey brat,” he calls.

“Hm?” 

“The father lion–Mufasa. He is my favorite character, so you'll bound to like him a lot. In fact, I sure do wonder if you'll get attached,” he muses, and your eyes widen when you realize what he is saying. Anything that is linked with Sukuna, Yuuji immediately falls in love with. This was bound to cause hysteria. “Enjoy the movie guys! Y/N have fun!” He calls, before shutting the door.

You pause for a moment, sighing into your hand. “Kuna likes the father lion? I want to see!”

You tried everything to avoid turning on the movie after that. But Yuuji, like his brother, was stubborn, and he desperately wanted to see the lion. He grew attached very quickly in that short period of time.

Deep laughs rumble through the house when Yuuji begins to sob over the animated lion's death. You lock the door, and Sukuna stays the night on the couch. 

#mello.writes #big brother au #sukuna x reader #kid yuuji #sukuna x you #sukuna fluff #yuuji fluff #yuuji tadori fluff #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #reader insert #x reader #fem reader #female reader #f! reader #fem! reader

[missouki]

𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓴𝓶𝓪𝓷

nsfw : save the cow or milk the milkman? Doppelganger or not, you still choose to milk him.

a/n : decided to make a nsfw fanfiction for the milkman, i feel like edging everytime i see a fan art/edit of him.

Blood that had dried up on his clothes that were now on the floor and his milkman hat on top of your head. He groans as he lays his head back, you wrap your hands around his neck as you bounce. You were practically milking the milkman, you let him suck your tits as you make an orgasm and paint your walls white.

His cock was coated in white cream, he stares at your bouncy breast while his hands focuses on rubbing the bulging point in your stomach. Your velvet walls were sore from all the friction, the milkman feels you slowly closing your leg. His veiny hands grab your thighs in an attempt to prevent them from closing, "You will keep up with me and stop when I want to.."

Your nails dig through his back to scratch it as your legs wrapped itself around his waist. Your back makes contact with the cold wall, the milkman gropes your ass cheeks as he lets his cock travel deeper inside you with each thrust. You can feel a flood of cum slipping out of your hole and falling down the floor, his thighs were messy with white cream and your cunt was clenching everytime his dick moves in and out.

You lay flat on the floor with your bare pussy, the milkman bends you over and pulls your body closer to him. He inserts a finger inside your pussy "It's still wet, let's continue~?" He says inserting another finger to feel your slimy walls. You roll your eyes back, if he lets his long veiny fingers travel deeper, he could already reach that g-spot. He pulls it out as he spreads your folds and pushes his cock inside you, this doggy position has you going feral. His dick was hitting it and you could already feel yourself making an orgasm again.

The milkman was surely enjoying himself. Watching you bounce his cock, spreading your legs for him, and your bouncy breast that tempts him. You were already on the verge of crying from pleasure, he holds your legs up as he lets his hip do the job for you. Each thrust has you whining and milking on his cock, your soft pussy was blushing and making squelching sounds everytime he rams it inside fully. The milkman will come back again for delivery tomorrow~

#francis mosses #milkman #milkman x reader #that's not my neighbor #male insert #male x reader #francis mosses x reader #francis mosses x you #smut #fanfiction #fanfic #x reader #tnmn

[v1x3n]

#cod mw2 #cod x reader #reader insert #x reader #mw2 #cod #cod mwii #character x reader #call of duty #gaz cod #kyle gaz garrick #incorrect cod quotes #call of duty modern warfare #kyle garrick imagine #kyle garrick #kyle garrick cod #kyle gaz x reader #kyle gaz smut #kyle gaz #gaz x reader #gaz garrick #gaz mw2 #gaz call of duty #gaz x you #gaz x male reader #gaz x y/n #gaz x gn!reader #kyle garrick x reader #kyle garrick x you #kyle garrick smut

[katsukiizmoon]

╰┈➤ ꒰🍓💌🌶 ┊Katsuki fucks like he can’t live w out you

『♡』 unprotected sex, spitting in mouth, cum eating, pussy licking, creampie, squirting, f!reader, reader has acrylics, biting

Katsuki fucks like he’s going to die without you. His hands shake despite his rough grip on your hips, yanking you down onto his cock. You gasp and moan every time he does it, fingers desperately searching for something to grip onto.

His mouth finds yours, tongue invading your mouth, like he’s hungry. It’s like he’s trying to devour you. He wants to take your soul and keep it. Make it his- make you his.

“Fuck fuck fuck-“ He gasps, face tingling and shaking with pleasure.

Your pussy is squelching, frothing at the base as slick juices run between the two of you. His thick hand reaches to your jaw, thumb pushing between the plush of your lips.

He pries your mouth open and spits, a long string of saliva drizzling into your mouth. Your head throws back against the mattress and you squeal. The coil in your stomach begins to grow taut.

Your hand reaches to blond hair, tugging him lower and you push his spit back into his mouth with your tongue. He groans into the kiss before pulling back.

Katsuki snatches a pillow from his side of the bed, hooking his arm under your knees to lift your ass. It’s placed under your lower back and he shoves your knees to your shoulders, folding you in half.

The angle makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. Thick, hot, heavy dick slamming into you with long strokes. He’s got to be in your stomach- you can feel it. The head pushes against the spongey spot inside you and squirt gushes from your pussy onto the both of you.

“Give it to me, y’feel like- oh-“ Katsuki babbles, watching you frantically nod your head.

Your pussy clenches around him and he’s on cloud nine. Acrylic nails dig into his shoulders, your teeth clamp down on the side of his throat. It’s raw- needy and desperate.

He can’t get enough of you. Stray hair sticks to the side of his face, sweat beads at the nape of his neck. His muscles are almost sore from fucking into your tight cunt. And he can’t stop.

He’s addicted. You begin rambling between moans and gasps, telling him filthy things. How he’s god, that you’re in love with him, no one’s gonna ever compare. And the coil in your tummy snaps.

Because he presses his cock against that special spot and stays. As much as it pains him he doesn’t move, waiting. And you explode, clear juice spurting from your pussy and all over his cock and pillow.

Your head throws back and you scream, tears beginning to form in the corners of your eyes. He’s the closest to heaven he’ll ever be when you tell him to cum inside you.

And god, he does. His fingers dig into the plush of your thigh and he clamps his jaw, teeth marking your shoulder. His hips stutter and he slams his length into you. His entire body goes taught and he fills you. Katsuki starts whining at the thought of what he’s doing.

He can feel his cock head pressed against your cervix now. If there was a way, he’d go further. But for now his cum fills your pussy, drenching the inside of your walls. He pushes your hips up.

“Don’t let it out, fuck- don’t.” Katsuki rasps, fingers running through his hair to move it out of the way.

He laps at your pussy and you squirm in his grip. He’s slurping his own cum out of you like it’s his last meal on this god forsaken earth. Licking at the squirt on your ass, his white ropes, sucking at your clit. You buck up and fuck into his mouth a bit, trying to ride his tongue and escape all the same.

You cum like that, shaking and writhing. He leaves a smack to your ass and shoves his cock back into you, fucking the cum that’s left back in. He’s got one more in him.

You get flipped over to your chest, where his cock is bullying that same spot again. And you just can’t stop squirting. It’s everywhere. The bed is soaked, you’re soaked, he’s soaked.

He finishes in you again after you’re drooling all over the bed and desperately begging for it. He thinks about another round. He doesn’t know how long he can go without you.

Cause to him you put the stars in the sky and your pussy tastes better than water to a man dying of dehydration.

#<3 I’m ovulating teehee #gochujang #boba time #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo smut #bakugou smut #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x yn #bakugo x you #bakugou self insert

[gremlingottoosilly]

I met a guy in the Summer (dilf!Konig x fem!Reader)

Your boyfriend is an asshole. Luckily, his hot dad just returned from deployment. CW and Tags: Cheating, dub-con, size kink, daddy kink, age gap(reader in 20s, Konig is early 40s), Konig is a pervert, slightly obsessive Konig, love(and lust) at first sight, fingering, dom!Konig Word count: 3713 AO3

“Just one more game, babe, don’t be a buzzkill. I don’t want to end at a loss.” You didn’t want to be a buzzkill, of course. You simply wanted to be a good girlfriend, have some domestically cozy date, and for your boyfriend to at least try to put an effort into being with you. It wasn’t much to ask for, really. You hoped so, at least. You didn’t want to be an annoying, nagging girlfriend who only ever waits for another reason to yell at him, but your patience started to run thin. 

You spend the past three hours either listening to his apathetic rambling about the shows he watched – really, you wanted to invest in stuff he liked, but an abnormally large amount of animes he talked about had 1000-year-old girls who looked like they were 10, wearing inappropriate outfits, and you started to raise the alarm. 

You also watched him play – and also listened to his rage quitting and angry voice messages to his team that, honestly, made you slightly anxious. You never liked loud people, people who were so easy to rage about something as silly as some colorful video game with too many characters to look after. 

So, like a good girlfriend would – you wanted to be a good girlfriend, he was such a nice guy before you started dating, and you need something to think about besides the tremendous amount of study work you are doing for college – you decided to go and look for snacks. Maybe bring something for him as well. 

— I’ll find something to eat, alright? 

He didn’t respond at first, so you shook his shoulder. Your boyfriend took off his headphones with annoying look on his face, half-turning to look at you. You gulped, suddenly feeling like a child in front of the principal – not a feeling that you were supposed to feel around your partner, but with him, you somehow constantly felt like you were being judged. 

— Nah, stay here. I don’t want my father to see you. 

— Ah…your father is at home? 

You never heard anyone else being at the house – big house, you must admit, and it’s embarrassing almost how you never thought about his family. He lives with his dad, apparently, and the depth of your relationships can only be judged by the fact you literally didn’t know what his father’s name was. 

— Returned from his fucking deployment. He’d ask too many questions about you. 

— You didn’t tell him about me? 

Ah, now you’re hurt a little bit. You knew it wasn’t anything serious or too committed yet, but you intended to make this work. To try and fix all the problems you can without ending things abruptly. 

— He never asked. Not like he cares too much, but…

An apathetic dad, huh. 

You started to slowly piece together the puzzle that was your boyfriend’s horrible boyfriend skills. Now, you want to meet the man who conceived him and kick him in the nuts for creating such an unlovable human being who somehow captivated your chronically lonely heart. 

— If you don’t want me to come and meet him, I can go home. 

He doesn’t answer because his queue is finally coming to another match – you simply nod, knowing everything you need to. You can grab a little snack for yourself, fuck off to your dorm and rethink your life choices while your roommate is getting pounded by some gruss British bloke with an accent that makes your ears bleed. 

You have dignity, and right now, it has asked you to get some snacks from the kitchen. 

*** Now, the only thing König wanted after returning from deployment was to take as many hot showers as he could, shut his bastard of a son up, and get some delicious food waiting for him in the freezer. He was already home for a few days, but adjusting is always hard when you basically fucking hate living at your own house. Of-fucking-course, his son was watching the house while he was away – and now he can’t even think of a good excuse to set him off to his mother. Too old to do this, and split custody never really worked when not even one part of the relationship wanted to take care of the kid. 

König closes the door of the refrigerator – of course, his son took every good thing that he stashed for himself. With a groan, the colonel fights the urge to finally throw him out of the house – a thing he needed to do a few years ago, just when he celebrated his 18th, but some sentimental part of his heart instead promised to help with finding a place close to the college. No good deed goes unpunished. 

With a groan, he takes a few steps from the fridge – and then he almost stumbles across an angel. 

Scheisse

Now, König never thought of himself as a predator who prefers running after college girls who might as well be his daughters. He never thought of himself as a gut who liked them young – his wife, god forsake her name, was his age when they started dating, and he hardly had any sexual encounters with a person under 25 in the past few years. Well, not like he had any sexual encounters in the past years, but…

The thing is – he never thought he liked girls with wide eyes, pouty faces, and trembling hands who were holding a bag of his cookies that he carefully stashed away from his son. 

You are wearing something cute, a nice skirt and an adorable pink cardigan that looks so cozy and warm and soft, and he fights the urge to grab your skirt and simply lift it, You’re dressed up for a cute coffee date, and König has to double check if he isn’t dreaming and no one has decided to play a prank on him and send him a cute callgirl. 

— Oh! Sorry. It’s yours, isn’t it? 

You give him his cookies back – but not before your fingers fished another salty caramel goodness out of the bag, and you bit it. He looks at your teeth, at your lips, and glimpses of your tongue – god, he is an old, dirty bastard because even his baggy pants aren’t enough to hide his boner. You have no right to look this pretty for a man who hasn’t seen a woman in three months and hasn’t had sex in the past few years. 

You lick the crumbs from your fingers – it’s such a deliberate action that he can’t believe he actually sees it, and it’s not even something from porn he used to like. 

— Ja. You can have it. 

He would give you the code to his bank account if you asked for it. 

— Thank you, sir. I’m…well, I assume if Paul didn’t introduce me to you…I’m his girlfriend. Nice to meet you. 

You lick your lips and take a step back, pressed against the counter. He looks at the sway of your hips, a bit of crumbs on your shirt, and almost brushes it away with his hands. It would be a good excuse to touch your chest – but he can’t be like this, he has to keep his urges under control, or else his son will never forgive him. 

Yeah, like he needs a better reason to throw his useless son from his home. 

— Girlfriend? He never spoke about you. 

You look sad, and he immediately curses under his breath. For a moment, you look too fragile – too real. He can’t handle this look on a woman, especially as pretty and young as you are. You bat your eyelashes, even involuntarily, and he already prepares to give you the keys to his home just so you’d stop with such miserable expressions. He has a spare bedroom. 

He has his bedroom with a bed that would be enough for both of you. 

— Ah. Um. We’re…I guess we’re not at this stage yet. 

— Knowing him, you’ll never be, Schatz. 

You look at him immediately – you’re offended, angry, and sad at the same time. There is a certain stubbornness in your eyes that immediately makes him want to simply scoop you in his arms, lift you, and drag you straight to the altar – and here he thought that his impulses over getting married would be over after his first divorce. 

— What do you mean by this, sir? 

You look uncertain now, he can see this in your eyes – and really, knowing his asshole of a child, he is almost sure that Paul never once got you off, either physically or emotionally. 

Now, König never once considered himself to be a good man. He has killed countless people, overthrown many governments, and made shitty jobs for shitty people way more than saving hostages to help the good guys – and in the romantic field, it’s even worse. Wife, unsatisfied with his controlling tendencies and inability to feel normal love for a human being – and a son who hates him because, in fact, he never once wanted to have a kid. 

He looks at you and sees a pretty young thing, still in college or freshly out of, probably without a stable job and normal social standing – a good girl won’t be with his son if she isn’t stupid or extremely desperate for a relationship. 

The thing is, König is also extremely desperate for another warm body next to his, to feel a woman beside him, to love and obsess over someone – he looks at your pouty lips and shaky hands, at the way you bite the corner of your glossy mouth, and he almost wants to drop you on this very table and fuck you until you’re crying under him. He can’t do just that, of course. It would probably make you extremely uncomfortable and scared, but…well, quite frankly, his son doesn’t deserve you. 

König is. 

— I won’t sugarcoat it, Schatz. My son is a Scheiß Arschloch…fucking asshole, that is. I’m surprised he brought home someone as cute as you. 

You feel embarrassment collecting in your body. Paul’s dad is a…interesting man. 

Tall, broad, very muscular – even his baggy house clothes aren’t really concealing his extremely interesting physique from your eyes. He looks yummy and tasty, and you fight the urge to eye the bulge in his pants because you’re a good girl, you don’t look at your boyfriend’s dad like this. 

König has greying ginger hair, locks already curling slightly at the lack of cutting, and you fight the urge to sit on the counter and get your palm in his scalp, massage his head gently, and pull him closer for a kiss. You feel like a dirty, horrible woman – your boyfriend is in his room, probably enjoying his time on your “date” while you’re lusting over his father. 

Then again, this date already felt like a disaster. This relationship, too. 

— Paul isn’t all that bad, sir. 

“He at least has a nice dick,” you wanted to add but stopped yourself. Paul is tall and somewhat strong – if he weren’t sitting at his computer all day, you would call him even muscular. And he has a nice dick, yes, even though he had no idea how to use it. You liked the idea of laying with him, of spraying your jaw trying to fit all of this in your mouth, but his kinks and his sex skills being directly taken from porn…not really your thing. 

You look at König and wonder if they are similar in all of the places. He is his father, after all. 

König catches your gaze locked on his bulge and smirks. 

God, if he knew his son had such a cute girl, he would ask her to come earlier. He is two weeks off deployment and probably won’t take another long contract for a few months because they just upped his retirement payings, and he can afford to slack off a little bit, only visiting the home base for some training and instructions for rookies. 

He can afford to retire and never worry about money again – but he needs someone to make his days less boring, right? 

You look like a good candidate. 

— I’m sure my son was convincing, but I know him better than anyone. He doesn’t deserve you, Schatz. 

He is shitty at flirting, it’s not his forte – he can flaunt his money, maybe, show you in his wallet and bank account face first. He can just straight up ask you to be his sugar baby and suck his cock instead of doing your studies, but he can’t flirt and manipulate to save his life. Lying isn’t something he is good for, this is why his wife has left. 

— I…not sure we should be having this conversation here. 

You’re a good girl, and it’s infuriating. He knows that having someone in his bed shouldn’t be the end goal for his leave, but he wants you, and by the look on your face, you aren’t opposed to the idea. König doesn’t understand if he likes that you’re so reserved about it or if he wants you to be a bit more slutty – but he captures you in the space between the kitchen counter and presses you with his body. 

— You want to see the bedroom then?

Pushes you so close his knee gets between your legs – it might look involuntary like he didn’t exactly want for it to be placed here, but you aren’t dumb, you know what he wants from you. Like a good fucking girl, you’re too shy to give it to him right about now. God, sometimes he hates being so nice to people around him. 

— Sir, this is very…

He got you caged in his hands, body trapped in his embrace – you jerk your head upwards a little bit, staring at him like a small bird in the hands of a predator. He isn’t a strong man in regard of morals, he doesn’t see anything wrong with fucking his son’s girlfriend – if the girl is up to it. And if she isn’t…well, he better make sure she is. 

— What is it, Schatz? Paul won’t hear us in his headphones.

You know just how wrong it is, and you almost want to escape – his dick grinds on your pelvis through his pants, and you’re horrified to see how big it is. Excited too, of course, he is bigger than your boyfriend ever could be, and you don’t want to be a slut, but, oh well, not like you were in a committed and serious relationship anyway. 

Paul was seeing your friends more than you ever saw them – it’s probably a sign that you should settle for someone older. You did enjoy Lana Del Rey's songs, after all. 

— I don’t want to break his heart. 

— He doesn’t have one. 

You’re lost when he pushes his lips to kiss you over and over again – a surprisingly good kisser, and you give in because it was the first time in forever a kiss made you feel this good. His lips are sending electricity down your spine, you want to moan just from his knee, pushing on the softness of your cunt through that adorable skirt you liked so much – you feel so small like this, so tiny in his hands, you…

God, you feel like a slut, and you like it. 

Soon enough, you answered the kiss, your lips meeting his in a dance that made you feel hot, that made you feel like your boyfriend never could. Never thinking of yourself as someone who can fall so easily into the hands of an older man, now you know that he got you right where he wanted. 

You push your hand on his pants, trying to get the control back – but he stops you, a giant hand enveloping your wrist and pushing you back. With a surprise on your face, König just wants to kiss you all over. God, you’re adorable, and he knows that you deserve way more than being fucked on the rough kitchen counter while your so-called boyfriend is too busy dickriding his friends in some useless online game. 

— Not now, princess. You deserve better than being fucked on the kitchen counter, ja? It can come later. 

“Later” sounds like a promise, and you bite back your moan when he keeps pushing his knee against your cunt, making you throb and clench on nothing. He is such a gentleman, you can’t help but compare him to his son – and his fabulous ability to make you feel dirty after fucking you in the backseat of his car and tossing you to your dorm with your pussy still wet and messy after you didn’t cum. 

You sob, not from sadness, but from pleasure mixed with some weird, unnatural for you emotions – you feel weird, strained here like this, but you hug his neck and whisper something in his ear. Something, dangerously sounding just like “daddy, please” 

König is blushing, and he looks fucking adorable. 

— Daddy, ja? God, you’re dangerous, liebling. Going to get me in trouble with my son later. 

He laughs when he kisses you again, his hand slipping in your panties only to find them completely soaked – he knows you deserve a nice pillow and soft sheets under your body, and he pushes you up so you can hug his waist with your legs. You rely on him like a cute pet, and you’re so perfect in his hands he curses himself for not seeing you before. 

He is going to ruin you for anyone but him. Put so much cum in you, it will make your tummy bulge – make you his precious sugar baby, pay for your dumb college and make you move to his bedroom instead of some shitty dorm you probably share with four other people. 

He can be good for you – but he will ruin you for anyone else, anyone appropriate, every guy your age who clearly doesn’t know how to treat a lady right. 

— So wet for me…such a filthy thing, I didn’t know my son dated a whore. 

— N…not a whore, please…

He kisses you on your forehead, silently apologizing. You feel his crooked, scarred smile, and you push your face up to kiss him – you want to touch him so badly it makes you feel stupid. 

— Sorry, Schatzen. Not a whore, a good girl for her daddy, ja? So nice for me, too fucking young…

— W…we really shouldn’t… — Tshhh, don’t think about it. Thinking will only hurt your pretty dumb head. — I’m not…

— Quiet, little one. Let daddy handle everything.

He kisses you over and over, his fingers playing with your pussy – meaty digits digging in your hole, making you whimper from sudden intrusion. He is big, bigger than anyone else, just two of his fingers are enough to spread you as much as normal cock would, and even though you’re used to taking Paul’s size, you just know that his dad would be much, much bigger. He is going to split you open, and you will love every fucking second. 

It feels so wrong, you still aren’t sure if you want him to touch you like this. 

It feels so right, he is experienced and eager, pushing every button to make you squirm in his grasp. Your orgasm comes embarrassingly quick – maybe because you haven’t gotten off in ages, only miserable masturbation sessions and poor attempts at faking your orgasm made it feel real. Paul never cared enough to actually get you off – but now…

You aren’t ready for him. You squirm in his grasp when the pressure becomes too much, and he soothes you, two fingers still buried in your soaked cunt. You feel so dirty, so wrong right now – you are cumming on the fingers of your boyfriend’s absent father, and you love every second of it. 

Post-orgasm clarity makes you whiny and sobby, and you whimper in his shoulder when he gently lifts you in his hands. God, you’re adorable, and he knows that he just scrambled your brain with that orgasm – it’s good, really, he might just want to keep your pretty head nice and empty for him. Not like you would ever need to think in his presence, the colonel can handle everything in- and out- of bed. 

König holds you close, not allowing you to scramble away no matter how embarrassed you are. You are his precious thing, with a pouty face, and he will do everything in his power to make you squirm on his fingers again and again before he makes you his wife for good. 

So impulsive, maybe this is why his son is such an asshole – taking the worst traits of his father. 

— Don’t cry, Schatzen. You’re okay, it felt good, didn’t it? 

— W…we shouldn’t have. Shit. I’m sorry, it was a m…god, I need to tell Paul. 

— I’ll tell him. 

— No! — I will tell my asshole of a son that you’re my girl now, ja? And then I will take you to the bedroom, so we can fuck. 

— I need to return to my dorm. 

— And then I will dine you properly, okay? Sorry, Liebling, I know I should court you before all of this…but we can afford to go a bit off board, ja? 

He is smiling, so smitten and obsessed over just having you cum on his fingers once – you don’t have the heart to say no. Never did. You’re a good, proper girl, and Paul was never treating you right anyway. You feel dirty, yes, but somehow, it is almost right. 

He peppers your face with kisses, like a dog lapping its tongue all over your skin – you’re so concentrated on the warmth of his strong, seasoned body that you don’t even look in the direction of the doorway to the kitchen. 

Paul, however, looks straight at you, disheartened and shocked. 

— W…what the fuck, dad?! König laughs, kissing you once again – deep, hot, with tongue and loud, sloppy sounds of your mouth pressing into one another. You’re stuck in place, still caged in his arms like a precious little pet you are. 

— She’ll make a good step mom, ja? 

You don’t even register his hands slowly caressing your fingers as if he already tries to check the ring sizes. 

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He likes to look up at you while he eats you out with those pretty eyes full of lust… “look at me, angel. look at how good I’m making you feel.”

He loves holding your hand, and if you look away he’ll hold your bud between his teeth lightly as a warning…

He usually doesn’t like to see you cry, but your eyes are so pretty when you’re crying from all the pleasure he’s given you.

He likes to tongue fuck you too but man… he loves sucking on your clit.

He likes to hear you whimper and whine, and loves when you tug on his hair or give him a little guidance

He can’t deny he gets really hard when you gently push his head towards your entrance, wanting some attention there too!!

The sounds…

He’s squeezing your thighs as he sucks, nibbles, licks… you’d think he was starving for pussy

He really just wants to make you feel good, but honestly he eats you out because he really really enjoys it.

He would do it regardless but… it does help that he loves it!

Trying to do anything around the house after he’s gotten a taste of pussy is hard. And god sitting on this man’s face?? He would go to cloud 9…

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Barbatos successor AU

Epilouge: Our only hope dies

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Barbatos knew he wouldn't last long especially considering how weak he was in comparison to Decarabian but that didn't matter right now what mattered right now is to protect the people of Mondstat.

Decarabian was a cruel and tyrannical leader him being a God of storms only made it worse as his power was tremendously high and nobody dared to fight his control. He trapped his people inside using his storms around a village with a big tower where he stayed. Decarabian didn't trap his people for safety and protection no his did it so that his people could only rely on him he did it so that he could have all the power over weak peasants. His people feared him especially since anybody who dared opposed him died with a cruel and bloody death by his hands leaving the corpse in the middle of the village Decarabian truly didn't care about his people, why would he? He's a God he has all the power in the world and as long as his people were forced to believe he was their only hope than he would have all the power he would be the only God of Mondstat.

Atleast that's what he thought.

..Barbatos was created by the people of Mondstat first it started off with little whispers in his ears hopes and prayers for a new leader to arise to take down the tyrannical ruler. Than it escalated from there gifts and offerings were left near a little shrine food, materials anything shiny or gold.

And then Barbatos woke up infront of a small shrine carvings of flowers and birds were indented onto the wood of the shrine it was small but powerful created from people's wishes and hopes for a new leader for a new Era of freedom. And Barbatos was going to give that to them he knew he wasn't as powerful as Decarabian but he wasn't about to let his people not get the freedom they deserve. He stood up and looked at the sky, winds were powerful and prevented anyone from even trying to step foot onto the tower. That wasn't going to be a problem Barbatos looked at his back and outstretched his wings.

A new Era will begin...

Outstretching my wings and learning how to fly wasn't easy but I'll do anything to make sure my people get the freedom they deserve after all they gave me their hopes and wishes. Flapping my wings through the air and landing swiftly onto the tower (that was a lie I crashed landed). The tower was made of rough stone and leaves rapped around it the weather inside of the tower was much more peaceful in contrast to the violent and stormy winds where I woke up. I looked at the bow in my hand as I changed it to a sword a long one it didn't feel quite right in my hand I preferred the bow but if I wanted to take down Decarabian I had to stab him straight in the heart to make sure he wouldn't live. I switched back to the bow and loaded it up as I climbed the stairs trying to be as calm as possible. The sunrise has started meaning the people would wake up soon wake up to a new Era of freedom. I climbed the steps as quietly as I could as I reached the main tower there he was Decarabian...he had a weapon in his hand but his back turned on me looking at the village below. Bow in hand I loaded an arrow as wings picked up and gathered power I shot it.

He caught it and destroyed the arrow. Alarmed. I switched to the sword as he turned around and looked at me in the eyes murderers soulless eyes that only held Greed. Without thinking, I flew directly in and started fighting him, attacking him in any way I could. I had no plan in my mind. I just needed to kill him.

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The fight took Barbatos longer than expected days turned into months of constant fighting by then the village knew if the fighting and had given even more offerings to Barbatos praying it would help him gain the upper hand. Decarabian was powerful even with most of the village worshipping Barbatos now he was still powerful he was a natural born God so of course he was more powerful than Barbatos, but Barbatos wasn't going down until he won freedom for his people. Barbatos knew he was on the brink of death when his golden blood was around him in puddles Decarabian took a lot of hits from him but he still looked fine...no Barbatos wasn't going to met him win...he may not have the upper hand with abilities but he knew the sword he carried if channeled with enough power would be able to kill Decarabian with one hit to the heart. One chance..Barbatos collapsed to the floor pretending to be dead well he didn't really have to pretend he was going to die soon if the battle didn't end soon Decarabian scoffed as he took his sword and aimed it at Barbatos chest ready to let go and pierce him straight at his heart. And with the help of the wind he was quick enough to make a clone of himself out of feathers all this time through the months Barbatos channeled all his energy all his power into his sword. In a matter of seconds the storm at the village died the winds going down as Barbatos sword jabbed straight into the heart of Decarabian sealing his power into the sword as Barbatos took the sword out Decarabian collapsed on the floor dead. Barbatos looked at the dead body of the tyrannical God as he placed his bloodied hand on it in a rush he felt that he stole all of Decarabians power he was healing using Decarabians power he healed himself of his wounds most if his wounds some were still open small cuts that were bleeding. Barbatos watched as Decarabians corpse dissolved into thin air he flew down onto the village granting them a feaction of his power the anemo visions. The village of Mondstat grew bigger with the land and Barbatos made the tower his home as long as Barbatos was around the land was sunny and beautiful.

As long as Barbatos was around everything was fine and dandy the people of his village worshipped him he held the power of the winds and storms...but something was heavly wrong with Barbatos. During his battle with Decarabian there was a stab near his heart a small stab but laced with poison Barbatos knew this and he knew he wouldn't last long that's why he gave the people of Mondstat anemo visions and why he continued to give them away in preparation for his death where he could no longer lead them. And with the poison over the years becoming more and more Barbatos died leaving the people of Mondstat to fend for themselves waves of storms and blizzards came again. And with the power of the anemo visions given to them dying shortly after Barbatos death the people of Mondstat had no hope left but to try and survive...maybe if they kept believing and hoping and praying to Barbatos maybe he would return and grant them his power and hope again. Don't let it be true that their only hope died...

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Authors note: alright I know this was boring to read and I'm sorry about that this is my new series of a genshin AU I created called Barbatos successor all information about that AU is in its masterlist. I hoped you all enjoyed may the stars guide you

~Stardust☆

#genshin impact #Human Venti AU #genshin barbatos #Ventis perspective #no reader insert #no x reader #Barbatos successor au

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meet me at the crossroads 2: a christmas miracle [a short story] 🎄

Part 2 of this story | read part 3 here

Disclaimer: the events depicted in this story are fictional and the places, as well as some mentioned people, are meant to be vague, but the girls who have inspired the main characters are very much real and I guarantee they had a lot of fun together when they met in similar circumstances.

Tags: original fiction, real person fiction, no reader insert, self insert, friend insert, political au [inside joke]

Word count: 1.1k

This story is a collaboration with @winterxisxcomingx, since our conversations (and a meeting :D) are again the inspiration for the story. Merry Christmas, sis bestie! 💜 I hope all of you reading this are going to have a good holiday/end of the year, whether you celebrate Christmas or not.

A few weeks have passed since Hanna and Winter met Krzysztof (and each other) for the first time. December came and cold weather started to settle in, but the girls’ relationship is warmer than ever. Sharing the memories of the visit in the capital city is something that, as they expected, brought them even closer together, despite the distance that separates them on the daily.

But as it is with many other things, one meeting just isn’t enough for the girls. Plans to meet again appear in their chat soon after they come back home.

‘I’m already missing you, you know,’ Hanna messages her friend then.

‘I feel the same. We’ve barely parted our ways at the train station and I started to miss you.’

‘How about we meet again soon?’

‘Soon? Do you have a date in mind?’

‘To be honest, I was thinking about Christmas. I'm not saying you should run away from home during this time, but if you want to visit anyway, I have a spare bed.’

‘I’d love that, actually. So, when and where could you pick me up?’

The girls agree to meet at the train station in the city where Hanna studies. Winter also decides to take Hanna’s offer and sleep at her apartment, in the spare bed she has there.

Although they’re happy about the idea of seeing each other in itself, there’s one thing that can make their meeting fuller, and it’s meeting one more person on their way.

‘Do you think we should invite Krzysztof?’ Winter asks a few days before the meeting. ‘Maybe it’s weird, but I miss him too.’

‘It’s not weird, I miss him as well. I think I can write to him.’

‘You don’t have his address though.’

‘True, but I can find the address of his workplace. Whoever receives the letter at first, they should be able to pass it to him.’

After some brainstorming together, the girls come up with a letter that goes as follows:

Dear Krzysztof, It was a pleasure to meet you in November. We have decided we want to see you again, but this time it’s us who will have a mission for you. Please meet us in the city where Hanna’s university is. We couldn’t find a distinct crossroads that would be suitable for our meeting, but we may meet in the Christmas market in the city centre. We meet during Christmas, so be there on December 25th around noon. Sincerely, Hanna and Winter.

Having written to Krzysztof, they become a little bit anxious about the meeting. It doesn’t change the fact that once they see each other, the girls instantly grow happy and start laughing as they hug each other.

‘It’s so weird to see you again, my legs are shaking!’ Hanna exclaims as the first thing.

‘Oh, don’t worry so much,’ Winter says to comfort her. ‘You know me, it’s going to be fine. Now, let’s go! We have someone else to meet.’

They start walking together towards the Christmas market, keeping up the conversation.

‘Do you think he’s really going to be there?’ Winter asks. ‘He hasn’t responded to your letter after all.’

‘We didn’t respond to his letter either and we showed up anyway. I think it’s going to be the same case,’ Hanna responds.

‘Maybe. But I still feel like it’s going to be a miracle if he really shows up.’

They soon realise Hanna is right and Winter gets her Christmas miracle; when they reach the market, they almost immediately notice the man they met a month ago. They’re both sure he smiled at their sight, but once they’re closer, he scolds them:

‘You could’ve chosen a better time for a meeting. Christmas? Really?’

‘What’s so bad about it?’ Hanna asks. ‘There’s always a good time to meet a friend.’

‘If you say so. But I know you also have a more specific reason to see me, and I still owe you for getting my package. What do you want me to do?’

The girls exchange looks. They talked about what they could want from Krzysztof before, but now it suddenly starts to seem weird. Eventually Winter is brave enough to say:

‘We want you to buy us coffee.’

‘Coffee?’ he makes sure, surprised. ‘Is that all?’

‘Yeah, that's all,’ Hanna confirms. ‘We decided you don’t have to help us with our studies, we’ll manage that. But coffee is expensive nowadays and we are just poor students who need a little bit of caffeine, so it would be nice if you got us some.’

Krzysztof lets out a resigned sigh and says:

‘Okay. If you’re really sure, I can buy you coffee.’

The three of them approach a coffee station and the man orders three cups. As they all expected, it’s not cheap, but he pays with no hesitation.

Not having anything better to do, they decide to stay at the Christmas market, just walk around and talk. It takes a while for them to warm up to each other, but soon the conversation actually starts flowing. The trio even starts laughing together at the jokes they tell each other, likely understandable only to them. They hardly even notice when noon becomes late afternoon and Krzysztof has to head back to his city.

‘I’m sorry, but I can’t afford being here for more than a few hours,’ he explains at the train station. ‘I liked our meeting though. I’m glad you invited me.’

‘Even though you had to pay for our expensive coffee?’ Winter asks.

‘Yes, even though I had to pay. And listen… if there’s any way I can help you with your studies, I’m still willing to. Not as a favour to be returned… just because I like you.’

The girls smile at each other and then at him. Hanna decides to answer for them both:

‘Thanks, that’s very kind of you. We’ll let you know if we need something.’

‘Or once we plan another meeting,’ Winter adds.

He returns a smile and boards his train while the girls decide to head to Hanna’s home. It’s been a nice day, but surely tiring, especially for Winter, who had to come a long way to see her friend. Even if they end up staying late, celebrating Christmas and talking about the Christmas miracle that was meeting Krzysztof again, it seems reasonable to be at the warm apartment where they are able to go to bed any minute.

And that’s what they do. They stay up late, each under her own blanket, with a cup of warm cocoa in hand, trying to watch a Christmas movie, but mostly just talking about Krzysztof, their studies and their secrets that only the friends get to know.

#hanna's writing #hannaswritingblog #meet me at the crossroads #meet me at the crossroads 2 #a christmas miracle #original fiction #real person fiction #no reader insert #self insert #friend insert #political au #inside joke #not requested #collab #winterxisxcomingx #tumblr sister