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monarchberrysblog · 1 month

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𝔩𝔢𝔱’𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔲𝔭

18+ Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader

Summary: After arguing with Miguel over a touchy subject, you both come to a consensus.

Content Warning ⚠️: Soft! Dom! Miguel, Dacryphilia?, Praise (from Miguel), little nicknames (Mainly cariño and neña), and a little bit of Miguel being a complete munch. (if you don't know what that means, you're too young to read my content.) The reader is a pillow princess, overstimulation (nothing new), and unprotective P in V. (wrap it before you tap it). Miguel talks the reader through it, and Miguel cries. (I wish I were playing) (NOT PROOFREAD) (OOC MIGUEL)

Word Count: 3.1k+ words (holy shit…)

Author's Notes: Well, this occurred to me while soaking my hair in rice water 😭 But in all seriousness, here’s something sweet but smutty 😗😋 Hope you all enjoy it. If there are some plot holds, I'm sorry. I've been busy recently.

To my girlies who have a praise kink, your secret is safe with Miguel. 💌

It had been two weeks since you spoke to Miguel, let alone share a bed.

Miguel regretted that he yelled at you or how he compared you to Dana, his former lover. The truth was, you were far better than Dana. You were kind, patient, and understanding of his responsibilities as Spider-Man. He didn't know what came to him when he compared you, a literal angel, to one of the worst partners he'd dated beforehand.

You remained a pillar of support and unwavering patience throughout his double life. Despite the countless tasks, you never once complained. You were there to tend to his wounds at the odd night hours, offering comfort and care. During the frigid winter months in Nueva York, you never failed to have a warm and nourishing soup ready to soothe his ailing body. But now, asking him to come home soon was too much?

"Dana would never complain about me coming home late!"

"Well, I'm sorry that I'm not her!"

The same argument returned for the last few days until one instance ended it. It was the same argument managed, but he managed to end it—not as you expected.

"I should have never dated you! You are so demanding. Dana would never be like this." The second he finished, he covered his mouth with his hands quickly and backed away from you. He wanted to take back his words, but you didn't give him that advantage. Your silence felt suffocating to hear and to be around. But the sight of your lips quivering and your eyes at the brink of spilling tears. The urge to run to you and to beg for forgiveness rushed through his veins.

Before even having the opportunity, you are running away from him into your shared bedroom, like a small rabbit running away from its predator to seek shelter in a small hole in the ground.

As soon as Miguel laid eyes on the scene before him, his stomach turned, and he felt like he would be sick. It wasn't just that he had acted up—the complete lack of remorse he felt at that moment truly frightened him. Meanwhile, seeing you trying to hold back tears made the situation unbearable. But when he heard you weeping in your bedroom, the guilt he felt just got magnified.

The sound of thunder boomed throughout the apartment complex. Usually, this made you want to grab a soft blanket and snuggle in Miguel's arms. However, the events that led to this said otherwise. He was out in Nueva York while you were bedridden. The sensation of your pillow against your cheek buried away the melancholy and the tears that your poor pillow always caught whenever you got upset.

The now old Victorian complex now creaks and settles down every other occasion. The sound of a muffled evangelical leader seeped through the thin walls, despite the number of complaints Miguel had told the older man to turn it down. But now? The preaching from the frustrated man drowns out your sorrows as thunder continues to rumble throughout the complex.

The window sliding open greets you, snapping you out of the evangelical preacher's words. Veering over your shoulder, you see your boyfriend, Miguel, crawling back into the apartment, closing the old window, preventing the downpour from creeping in and soaking the red oak floors. The sight of him changing into his sweats and undershirt was enough to make you blush, but you ignored your instincts. The simple 'hey' he greets you made you toss and turn on the bed, ignoring him.

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard the words "Cariño, por favor" uttered from behind you. Your mind was racing, and you wondered whether to turn around and face him. The temptation to forgive and forget lingered in your heart for a week, but what he had said had left an unforgettable mark. The hurt and pain were too much to ignore, and you knew deep down that it was time to move on—even though you were too adamant for your good.

A small sigh of defeat fills the mere pregnant pause in the air as the bed creaks under the added weight on the bed before settling down. The blankets bunched around your chest and near your chin comforted you despite the smell of it being your favorite fabric softener combined with his scent. "C'mere…" He groans, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into a spooning position. A loud whine from you wasn't the response he was expecting. He expected a giggle when he did so, but an adverse reaction said otherwise.

"Please don't be upset, cariño. I didn't mean what I said about, well—" Miguel suddenly stops. There is no other way around it. He messed up big time, and can see the hurt in your eyes.

You weren't Dana, something that Miguel always took for granted—the memory of having to deal with someone so parasitic, like a brain-eating amoeba, was emotionally draining. Even thinking about it is enough to make anyone tired. The emotional unavailability was the thing that got to him when it came to her, knowing that she wasn't waiting for him and cared about herself instead. The artificial bullshit was the only thing she desired, such as the dates and the gifts, not the emotional side of things, such as aftercare.

"What I said, it was true. You're not like Dana," A pause filled the space as you waited for him to continue. "You're not her, and it's something I adore." The simple kiss to your temple made you liquefy in his arms, but you remained silent, giving the silent treatment. "And I'm sorry about what I said; it was something I said in the heat of the moment." A nuzzle to the pillow was the only response he received, along with the low rumble of thunder.

As his lips touched your temple, a wave of gentle affection washed over you. The kisses continued to rain down softly, dotting your forehead, cheeks, and finally, your lips, like a fluttering of delicate butterfly wings. A tiny grumble left from you, not wanting to cave into his little kisses and advances that you ever so adored dearly.

The harassment of sweet kisses ended after ten minutes, and you turned your body to face Miguel. "…hey."

"Hey, cariño…" He hums, sneaking a kiss to your lips, which you allow. "…hey." You repeated, not knowing what else to say. "Hi." Miguel chuckled from the back of his throat and planted another kiss on the forehead. You stayed silent for the longest time until you looked up at him from where you rested your head on his chest. "I'm sorry too—" Miguel covered your mouth with his hand, nearly covering your entire face. "No, don't apologize. This argument was all my fault." He pulled his hand away from your lips, and a subtle sigh left.

"I shouldn't have exploded over one little thing. You rarely ask for me to come home a little sooner." His fingers combed through your hair, occasionally fixing some knots. "It shows that you care; you want me to be at home, safe and warm…" The pitter-patter of rain continued to play a steady tempo like a metronome at an adagio, not too fast, yet a bit slow. "I'm sorry for giving a poor excuse for blowing my anger at you. It was… stupid." He breathes out. "I had no reason."

You hummed and nuzzled closer to him. "I forgive you…" You mumbled, soon curling up to him for his warmth. "I should have known that asking for you to come home sooner is a bit too much—" You were cut off once again with a kiss on your lips, muffling your words. After you stopped and returned the kiss, Miguel pulled away after a moment and ruffled your hair.

"No, cariño. None of this is your fault. The blame is all on me." He rubbed the back of your head with his hand, lightly massaging the nape of your neck with his thumb. A small chuckle escaped from him. Seeing your messy hair makes him smile at the sight you gave him. Usually, you would throw a fit about how you looked, especially when the two of you went out. But now, you seemed loosened up and mellow.

He embraced you tightly, nuzzling into your neck as soon as you returned it. "I missed you so much… I don't like being mad at you," you muttered, slowly rubbing your fingertips against the nape of his neck. Then you started playing with his hair. A small smile formed on your lips as you felt his soft waves against the pads of your fingers. "Even with your suit, your hair is always soft. It never fails to surprise me."

Miguel only gave you a chuckle before pulling you to rest on his body and planting a long kiss on your lips, which you happily reciprocated. The soft, supple kisses soon evolved into something hungry and messy. The soft caress around your waist soon became handsy and coping with a feeling of being on one another. "I missed you, nena…" He mumbles in between kisses.

His kisses moved from your lips, leaving a small trail from your neck to your collarbone and, finally, on your plush lower stomach. “Nena… let me, please…” With a rush, you nodded, rubbing your thighs together slowly. "Here, let's help you out…" Usually, the man would rip your underwear off, but this time, he held back. He patted your hips lovingly, gesturing for you to raise your hips. "Raise your hips for me." You obeyed immediately, soon squirming out of your underwear and helping Miguel.

His arms hooked around your thighs, dragging your upper half down onto the mattress and having your pussy close to Miguel's lips. "Look at that, that kiss got you all wet…" Before complaining that you could feel his breath against your sensitive clit, Miguel indulged himself, devouring you slowly and slurping any remnants of your arousal. "My god, you taste so good…" He shuddered in between your folds and soon probed his tongue at your entrance. The light flicks from the wet, active muscles tease you enough for you to grasp onto the duvet underneath you and moan deep from your throat. "Oh fuck, fuck me with it…"

Hum is the only response you accumulate as you feel the wet tongue slowly tease your fluttering hole and soon feel Miguel lightly push his tongue at your fluttering hole. A small, needy moan filled the space while the wet muscle made you arch your back against the mattress. "Fuck, I want it inside…" You urgently whine.

"What do you want, cariño? Use your words, m'kay?" He muttered, slowly pulling away from your pussy and taking the time to savor you.

"I want it…"

"You want what? Please tell me what you want." He cooed to you and rubbed his thumbs against your thighs. The light breathing against your clit and entrance didn't help your case. Your high was making it nearly impossible to get on top of him and to take regime.

"I want your cock… please."

After a few moments of your demands and feeling his soft breathing against your pussy, he slowly slid you back down onto the bed, laying you down on the bed gently. "C'mere…" Miguel whispers sweetly before he gently holds you close and slowly rubs his aching length against your folds. The sensation of the fabric of his sweats rubbing against your bare skin was enough for you to moan at the feeling. "Wait, this feels…" He paused and looked down at you. "Are we okay? I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." You could hear the sheer panic in his voice, but you only nodded, giving him the green light.

Reaching down, your hands worked quickly, and you pulled on his sweats and boxers. A low groan emits from Miguel, feeling his dick get freed from the restrictive clothing. "You wanna hump on my cock like a good girl?" He mumbles out heavily, slowly lowering himself and allowing his length to rub in between your folds slowly. "Oh god, slowly. Slowly, cariño…" He urgently breathes out, slowly letting his bulbous tip rub against your clit. The burning yet slippery sensation slowly builds up. The slow, sensual rubs are enough for more arousal to build up, making it feel like a slippery slide thanks to your arousal and Miguel's precum. "Mierda…"

"Do you want me to fuck you, and do you want my babies?"

You nodded immediately, squirming in underneath him on the mattress.

"C'mon, grab it and slide it in. You know how to do it."

It had been weeks since you'd had sex with Miguel, especially since the argument about Dana; it almost had been a month without any intimate contact. You slowly reached for his cock and lightly tapped his tip against your entrance, a little nervous about how it would be a tight fit. "Miguel?" You slowly whined, still holding onto his aching cock. "Do you need any help?" He hums, slowly getting himself comfortable. "It's been a while…"

He nods before he grabs his cock and helps you slowly push himself in. "Shit!" He suddenly hisses out, barely letting his tip inside of you while you claw at his arms and groan. "You are tight…" You looked down and saw that your poor partner barely kept it together. "Give me a moment, nena…" He murmurs out quietly, slowly thrusting his tip at your entrance.

"Just the tip?" You sweetly suggested, looking down again, seeing how desperately he wanted his length to disappear by simply slowly pumping into you. "Maybe… Just the tip…" Miguel nods, slowly letting his tip probe at your entrance.

The sounds of labored breathing and moans filled the apartment, drowning out the evangelical preacher from next door, along with the angry bangs from the other neighbors. "I want you…" You breathed out, slowly feeling him sink in his length until his happy trail brushed against your clit. "Then you can have me. I'm yours to do as you please." His voice was like warm molasses, a sweet honey running down with sweet venom.

Another shout from the older man next door causes Miguel to roll his eyes as he slowly thrusts into you, allowing his mushroom tip to brush against your cervix. "Shut up!" Miguel yelled out to the angry neighbor and returned his focus to you. "Can we go a little faster?" You meekly suggested while slowly moving on his length. "Ay, cariño…"

The sensation of his length twitching inside of you is enough to have the man nearly cave in and thrust into your fluttering walls to end the slow overstimulation on his tip. "Easy, easy…" He breathed out weakly, slowly grasping onto your hips. His talons digging into your flesh felt like tiny needles lightly prickling at your thumb while sewing. "You're a little tight, and it's been a hot minute." His breathy groan filled the space immediately, slowly moving in and out of your fluttering hole. Not listening to his demands, you began to move your hips down and slid with ease, allowing your arousal to cream on his length. "Let's piss the neighbor off."

It was a sick, twisted fantasy to anger your neighbors, especially with the fact that y'all had thin walls in the time-old apartment that could drive anyone crazy. Mainly because the older neighbors around y'all are rowdy and complain about every little noise you or Miguel produced, most the sound of a blender or even if some music played a little too loud to their liking. But to you and him, it was time to get back at them and be as noisy as possible.

His pace was languid yet deep, taking his time while letting out low, rough grunts. “You're doing well, cariño.” You respond weakly by letting out a mewl and only let your fluttering wall convey the message more. “I'm trying…” You whined, bringing him to your embrace. “Can you go a little faster?” You plead, feeling the slow, delicious burn from his girth. “You sure? I don't want to hurt you.” He nuzzled close to your neck, leaving tiny kisses.

“I can handle it.” You pant, slowly sink yourself into him, pushing yourself down on him. The veins running down his length brushed against your clit deliciously, with a loud mewl filling in the apartment. “Please, please, please.” You plead out loud. “I'm on birth control, please.”

“I want you to—” One quick thrust ended your words. A sudden scream of pleasure filled the space, feeling Miguel’s merciless tempo. “Oh fuck! Yes! Keep it at that!” You demanded while being underneath him. “Baby, I'm a little—”

The wanton moans filled the space while the banging of the neighbor on your apartment walls made this nothing but filthy. “Shut up!” Your hoarse demands filled the space while you banged your fist against the wall. His unrelenting tempo continued, feeling that burn you ever so missed desperately.

The wet, squelching noise made the scene more lewd for Miguel, along with your shared bed creaking underneath the two of you, barely holding on with whatever strength it could conjure up. You are underneath him while he can feel your arousal coat his length along with his precum. The pace felt nothing but filthy and desperate. The feeling of tiny water droplets landed on your cheeks, causing you to wipe them off before you look up and see your partner, your usual aloof, stoic partner, shedding tears before you. The rough pace continued as you clawed at his back, leaving faint, red marks before you felt your rippling finish come to you and embraced Miguel tightly. “Please, I'm close…”

With one single thrust, you felt him twitch inside you before putting his heavy load in you.

“You okay?” You peeped out to him while feeling him slowly slide out and wiping away his tears. “Yes, I'm fine. Just overstimulated myself a little.” Slowly, he pulls out, earning a tiny groan from you and immediately pulls you into a warm embrace. “I didn't hurt you, did I?” You shook your head no, taking in shallow breaths. “No, I'm okay. Just a little sore.” You mumble quietly. Little sore was an understatement…

“C’mere…” He pants out, pulls you into a warm embrace, and plants soft, lazy kisses on your temple and cheeks. “You did so good…” The lazy, slow presses of his body against you felt like a weighted blanket, along with his chest heaving against yours. His hands roamed your body, allowing his fingers to trace light patterns and memorize you. “What do you want for dinner, cariño? Do you want me to prepare you something or do you want that one pizza you like on Main Street?” He murmurs from your shoulder, not wanting to get off of you. An incomprehensive mumble is the only thing that responds to him.

“Pizza it is, then.”

#miguel ohara x reader smut #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel smut #miguel ohara smut #miguel x you #miguel fanfic #miguel ohara fanfiction

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bunnibaby-love · 3 months

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𝘹𝘹 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘹𝘹

♡ nsfw + size kink + dom charac + sub reader + doll petname + ooc on some charac

He's just so big and muscular that he feels like he can break you with his one hand! You look like a doll beside him

He hates being ordered around but you look cute wheneve you asked him to get you something on top shelves. Chuckles to himself whenever your little legs can't keep up with his walks and would love to just carry you around

He's kinda concerned about your body, you look so fragile but you assure him you are alright and it's just your body type

That time you offer to relieve him, something inside him snap seeing you look under him, so small under him he can easily manhandles your pretty head and take him. Surely you won't break right?

He realized he has a massive size kink. Something about you being smaller compared to him makes him feel hot all over

He had you on your back and legs daggling on his shoulder while he put almost all of his weight under you. He easily covers your whole body with his. You look like a hopeless rabbit that about to break but he just can't help himself

He effortlessly flipped you on your stomach using his one arm and buried your face on the pillow with his hand

Smirked to himself when he saw you looking like a rag doll, lying helplessly after he basically treat you like a toy

Aftercare! would lay your whole body on top of him while massaging your body with the bruises he left you and kissing your face all over. He doesn't really feel bad about breaking you, he actually loves it! you look so cute and pretty little doll

♡ Wriothesley, Alhaitham, Diluc, Dottore, Blade, Jingyuan, Ishakan, Riftan, Toji, Geto, Sukuna

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viciouslyfilthy · 2 years

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I have some threads planned for Forte and a certain gluttonous spoiled snake <3

#I HOPE IM NOT BOTHERING THE MUND WITH THIS MANY REPLY TO THEIR THREADS I JUST #snake muse kicked in and i want to pester forte a little more .#versy might go bother some of your fish characters too #the rabbit has left its home ( ooc )

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cryptidghostgirl · 2 months

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I have another chubby reader for you! I was only gonna ask for one but YOURE SO AMAZING I JUST HAD TO PUT IN ANOTHER REQUEST😞😩 Alastor x chubby!reader, where reader goes out with angel Dust to a party or something wearing a *cough* slutty *cough* outfit and Alastor SEES THEM WEARING IT 👀 and he gets possessive of reader and won't let them leave with angel (whose smirking in the background and fluttering his eyelashes like he's innocent because reader and Alastor are bother emotionally constipated or something and haven't confessed to each other😤) and reader is nervous enough wearing something so revealing already (but they felt good enough in their own skin to wear such an outfit; that confidence is quickly fading when Alastor stops her from leaving with the outfit) so she gets the wrong idea that Alastor thinks she disgusting or body shaming her 🥺 but Alastors just ranting about being ladylike and "dressing like a proper lady" , Angel Dust is now watching this heartbreaking train wreck happen and tries to intervene but then Alastor turns on him about tainting the reader or something but reader has heard enough and just quietly just turns around and walks to her room heartbroken 😭 then angel yells at Alastor and tells him everything *shocked Pikachu face* and goes to reader to fix this misunderstanding, you take it from here????? BUT THEY DO CONFESS

(I LOVE ME SOME HURT/COMFORT AND LOVE CONFESSIONS! YUMM!)

A/N I love your requests and I'm so glad you liked how Sweet turned out. I am actually really proud of that one myself. Of course I will write this. 11/10.

Pretty Bunny (Alastor x Chubby!Rabbit Demon!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Hurt/comfort. Body image and weight stuff. I feel like Alastor is a bit ooc but I think this is cute so I don't super care.

Word Count: 2,049

Master Lists:

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Hazbin Hotel Master List

“And where exactly is it you two are off to in such a hurry?”

Y/n and Angel froze, Angel's hand resting on the handle to the hotel's door.

"Well?"

Exchanging a covert look, Y/n and Angel turned to face Alastor. Y/n clasped her hands innocently behind her back, looking up at Alastor through her lashes which Angel had done up in silver falsies, and Angel fixed a smile on his face.

"Just out." Y/n hummed.

"Yeah," Angel chimed in, draping one of his lower arms over Y/n's shoulders and bringing her into his side, "little Y/n here deserves a night out on the town and some fun."

Y/n quickly elbowed Angel in the side. The spider demon knew Alastor and his opinions on the night life of Pentagram City. He was tempting fate. Alastor raised his eyebrows.

"You deserve 'some fun,' do you?" Alastor asked, fixing his gaze on the shorter of the pair of demons.

Angel released his grip on Y/n, shoving her forward slightly. She stumbled a bit, shooting him a glare before looking carefully back at Alastor. His scrutinizing gaze traversed her form with care. Angel had insisted on dressing her up and while the outfit he had put her in was a bit out of her comfort zone, Y/n felt incredibly pretty. The little white satin dress hung from her hips, playing gently against her thighs when she walked, and the black knee high platforms made her at least a couple inches taller. Angel had even placed black satin bows around the bases of her rabbit ears to tie the whole thing together.

There were also the chains, thin and dripping off her body. A necklace here, a carefully placed waist chain there, she looked practically angelic. Alastor crossed his arms, tapping his foot menacingly as he impatiently waited for an explanation.

"Well, we've been working so hard to become better people and it's been three months since we've done anything... fun. Besides, it was my birthday last week."

"Uh-huh." Alastor nodded, his lack of amusement with the situation obvious, "And where exactly are you two planning on going?"

"Oh come on, Smiles. It's just a club I know." Angel sighed, "You're starting to sound like Charlie. I thought you wanted to see us fail."

"That is true." was the only response the Radio Demon gave Angel before fixing his attention on Y/n once again.

She was beginning to grow uncomfortable under his piercing stare. Y/n wrapped her arms around herself, her shoulders hunching slightly.

"So what is the issue, Alastor."

The name felt foreign on her tongue. Although she had been a guest of the Hazbin Hotel practically since its creation, she avoided Alastor. At first, it had of course been due to intimidation. Then, as he had slowly begun to reveal his true colors to the residents of the hotel, it had morphed into something entirely other. Y/n thought that the Radio Demon, one of the most feared overlords in all of Hell, was pretty.

Y/n had never been good at dealing with crushes or flirting or anything. She avoided him like the plague. Her tail twitched thoughtlessly with trepidation, shifting her skirt just the slightest bit, revealing just the smallest big more of her thighs.. It was the last straw for Alastor.

"You're not going out in that."

Angel pressed his palm to his forehead, shaking his head. Love was his specialty, the act and the feeling. It was obvious to him Y/n had a thing for the Radio Demon, and not just because she had revealed the information to him in one of their late night talks. He never brought it up with the rabbit demon who had become a dear friend in the time they had known one another, but he was relatively certain Alastor had some interest in her as well. The Radio Demon seemed to constantly be a few steps behind her, entering rooms she had just left, letting his eyes linger on her when they did their group exercises.

At Alastor's words, Y/n's mouth fell slightly open. Her breath caught in her throat, a shiver running through her.

"Oh."

Her voice was strained and Angel could tell she was holding back tears. Y/n turned away from Alastor, her shoulders slouching even further.

"That is no way for a proper lady to dress." Alastor continued, not seeming to notice the effect his words had had as he lectured the smaller demon, "I mean, you're barley wearing anything at all! For goodness sake, your shoes are covering more than that dress an-"

"Alright," Angel cut in, stepping up beside Y/n and pulling her into his arms, "that's enough big guy."

"You're clearly tainting her with your promiscuity." Alastor sighed, "What, you want to bring her to some club so ignorant wimps can drool over her all night? Or maybe that's what she wants to have happen."

Y/n pulled herself from Angel's grip and marched right up to Alastor. Her eyes wet with unshed tears, he looked down at the finger she was jabbing into his chest in mild shock.

"You are mean." she stated, "I can't believe how wrong I was about you. I thought... god!"

She let her finger fall and crossed her arms over her stomach once again.

"You ready to go, sweet cheeks?" Angel asked and she shook her head.

All the fight had gone out of her.

"No, you go ahead without me. I think... I think I'm just gonna go to bed. Thanks for... yeah."

With those parting words, Y/n stormed upstairs. Angel and Alastor watched until she had long since disappeared into the depths of the hotel. Slowly, they turned to face each other once again.

"What." Alastor said in the most deadpan tone Angel had ever heard come from the demon.

"How could you do that?" Angel asked accusatorially, taking a step towards Alastor, "She is the sweetest little menace on the planet!"

"Do what?"

Alastor's brow furrowed in confusion. He didn't think he'd said anything wrong, done anything wrong. Y/n was the one who had over reacted, stepped out of line, right?

"Do you have any idea how long it has taken her to be confident enough to wear something like that? She has worked so hard on her relationship with herself and... and... she felt pretty. Why would you say that shit to her?"

"I... what?"

"She liked you, ya dumbass! She cared about what you thought of her!"

Alastor took the slightest step back, his hand not grasping his microphone raised to his chest, hovering over his heart.

"I am afraid I don't understand you."

Angel sighed, trying to calm himself.

"Look. Y/n has a crush on you and you just told her she wasn't pretty."

"No I didn't. I told her she should be more ladylike. A crush on me?"

"Yeah well, that's not much better. She is who she is and she is wonderful! The way that she dresses doesn't change any of that."

"She has a crush on me?" Alastor asked again, dumbstruck.

"Yes you idiot."

"But she never speaks to me. I thou-"

"That's cause she's nervous. Geeze, you are dense."

Y/n jumped in shock as she caught sight of Alastor using his shadows to teleport into her room through the reflection of the mirror. Her makeup half off, she turned to him.

"The fuck are you doing here?"

Alastor opened his mouth, about to make a comment about her language before thinking better of it and closing it again. Y/n rolled her eyes, her anger and hurt having festered into irritation. She turned back to the mirror, using the cotton pad in her hand to take off the last of her mascara. Alastor watched her face through the mirror as she tossed the cotton pad to the side.

Reaching up, she slowly began to disassemble the sculpture of a hairdo Angel had put her in.

"Why are you here?" she asked again, placing a bobby pin on the table.

"I came to... apologize." he replied, taking a small step forward.

"What, did Angel force ya' to?"

It wasn't often her accent slipped out. Y/n had been raised in Brooklyn but her parents had been insistent she work not to have the accent. People didn't take people who had them seriously, they said. It only ever made an appearance when she was drunk or feeling any emotion to it's extremity, especially anger.

"No, I am here of my own volition."

"Yeah, sure." she scoffed as she pulled the last of the pins from her hair, allowing it to fall freely around her face as she turned back to him over her shoulder, "I totally believe that."

"It was not my intent to make you feel like you weren't... pretty." Alastor carefully said, avoiding her eyes, "Just tha-

"If an apology involves an exception, is it really an apology?"

Alastor had never been good at this. Apologies or any of the other feelings he had been actively suppressing about the rabbit demon since he had come to the hotel. She stood up from her chair, walking over to him.

Y/n knew the clock was ticking, felt the heat of the tears building in her head again.

"What." she asked, throwing her arms out to the sides and looking around the room, "Ya' think I'm ugly? Unladylike? Is that because I let Angel dress me up or because I'm not stick thin?"

"Y/n."

There were tears dripping down her cheeks now. She looked away, crossing her arms tightly across her stomach in protection.

"Just leave, Alastor."

"Y/-"

"Leave!" she commanded, "Get outa here!"

"Y/-"

"I don' wanna talk to you! What don't ya' get about that!"

"Y/n!" Alastor grabbed her shoulder, turning her to face him.

"What!" she yelled back, tears streaming hotly down her face, "What, Alastor."

"I... I think you're beautiful."

The tears stopped, Y/n's eyes wide. Fueled by a sudden wild courage Alastor continued, grabbing her hands in his own.

"I do. You... I don't have the words. You..." he shook his head, "I really don't. You are a wonder."

Her nose twitched subtly, her ears adjusting themselves atop her head.

"But then why... why did you say those things to me?"

"I was jealous." he anxiously admitted, "I never meant to make you cry."

"Jealous?" Y/n repeated with a slight laugh and Alastor nodded.

His cheeks were hot and his heart pounding in his chest but he refused to look away from Y/n. Releasing one of her hands, he reached into his pocket and retrieved a handkerchief. Gently, he raised it to Y/n's face, patting away her tears.

"You were jealous."

He wasn't going to be able to escape this one.

"That some other guy was gonna see you like that? Was going to charm you and hold you in their arms while I did nothing? Of course I was."

"I have a confession to make." Y/n said after a moment.

"And what might that be?" Alastor asked as he took another step closer to Y/n, still holding one of her hands in his.

He tried his best to repress a smile, her bashfulness was so endearing.

"I maybe, kind of sort of... think you're beautiful too?"

She looked up at him through her lashes. He let go of her hands, grabbing her by the waste and pulling her body into his.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." she nodded shyly.

"You know, I might have heard something along those lines from Angel just a bit earlier."

"From... that little bitch! I mean snitch! I mean both actually I guess."

Alastor laughed at her antics.

"So, pretty bunny, what are we to do with this revelation?"

Y/n's ears cocked. Alastor could feel her tail twitch, brushing up against his arm where he held her. A shiver traveled down his spine.

"Oh I don't know." Y/n feigned indecision, her hands finding her way around his waist as well, bringing them even closer together, "Maybe you should ask me on a date? If you're interested."

"Interested?" Alastor laughed, leaning down, "Of course I am."

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lovelyamarilala · 2 months

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Kisses.

Adam x Jessica rabbit like! Reader(you're taller than Adam.)

Female reader! Cursing, adam is ooc??

(English isn't my very first language so I may have grammar issues.)

"Hey babe?" Adam enters the room with a big pout on his face, you turn around to look at him as he melts in your stare.

"Adam." You walked towards him and you bent over to give him a kiss on the forehead, as he smiled sheepishly "hehe, so any plans for today?" Adam looks up at you and wraps his arms around your waist

You sighed heavily, "I don't think so.." you looked down at him, he looked up to you, "How did I get a tallass hottie like you?" You blinked and smiled a little, and gave Adam a kiss on the lips, muttering a small "Hm."

"oh honey did I tell you that I'm gonna have a meeting or an...hang out with Emily?"

"nope."

You sat down, and applied your red lipstick, as Adam looked at you admiring how you look, head to toe. "I'm gonna leave in a few minutes honey..what do you wanna do?" Adam gulped and walked towards you "I'm not the type of person to..be such a submissive little bitch, but can you give a kiss? Like alot. Put em lipstick lip prints ya know." Adam looked down on embarrassment, as he gasp softly when he felt your soft hands on both of his cheek, lifting it up.

"I'd be glad to give you honey." Your voice is smooth like silk. He relaxed in your touch as he grinned widely, "you're so fucking hot babe." You chuckled and started to kiss his cheek, leaving a lipstick print. You kissed his entire face, slowly moving to his neck, Adam exhaled sharply and gripped your waist, standing between both of your legs, Adam whimpered softly "f-fuck...The shit you do to me." You chuckled.

After the session with Adam, you were now with Emily, you think she's a big sweetheart!

"how can you love Adam miss? He's so badly mouthed and so mean! And you're so kind and generous, not to be mean or anything.."

You chuckled, and tucked your hair behind your ears, as Emily began to speak again

" seriously what do you see in him?"

"he makes me laugh." You put the tea cup down and crossed your legs, as you look back at Emily with a smile.

AN: this is ugly. Really rushed 🏃🏃🏃

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #x reader #reader insert #hazbin hotel adam #adam x reader #lucifer morningstar #hazbin alastor

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ghost-recs · 29 days

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CAN I ASK FOR A SUNA REC? (preferably timeskip)

YES YOU SURE CAN !! i may have gone down a small rabbit hole but most of them are oneshots. hopefully you'll find something that fits your fancy :)

Suna Timeskip Recs

love sick by @idlerin

synopsis: you are the campus "cupid" and give out love advice to the other students on campus as a hobby. but what happens when suna asks you to fake date him as a way to fend off the girls you're encouraging?

smau, college au - fun dynamics between characters and i'm obsessed with seeing where this goes [ongoing...]

bet on stones by @animatedrapture

synopsis: suna lost a bet, but for you he'd do it all over again.

a pure fluff oneshot with your pro-player boyfriend!

once in a lifetime by @moonswolfie

synopsis: this may be your once in a lifetime opportunity to talk with ejp raijin's suna rintaro, who could blame you for indulging in your small celebrity crush?

cute oneshot, flirting, i love this scenario

Lame Jokes by hurtbycanonthoughts [ao3]

synopsis: the same grumpy customer comes in every morning. you swear you'll get him to smile somehow.

oneshot! full of bad puns and fluff

clair de lune by MyAUIsAMess [ao3]

synopsis: it's been years since you've seen suna, since he made his promise. you're not sure if seeing him again was worth it.

angsty oneshot, right person wrong time that put me in my sad hours.

untitled scenario by @emmyrosee

synopsis: suna misses you while away for volleyball...

it's just cute, okay? he deserves it!

cameral roll by @haijmei

synopsis: suna is known for not being super expressive with his emotions. so how can you tell if he loves something? easy! look through his camera roll

short little oneshot of suna going through his camera roll

don't smile at me by @atzuums

synopsis: model suna is a real jerk, a hot one, but a jerk nonetheless. you just had to fall for him anyways.

smau, this is a bit cheesy, started off with a lot of good potential, but felt rushed at the end

it's a match! by shittyshima [ao3]

synopsis: matching on tinder with suna made your day. him messaging you was the cherry on top!

college au; i'm not gonna lie i feel like this is ooc, but the idea is cute!

i'm just gonna leave this one here again tho - you're not the one (ik it's not a timeskip but it's so good)

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crowshoots · 2 months

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birthday gift from suitemate came in

#tfw rich suitemate #LIKE........ FOR A /BIRTHDAY/ GIFT??? AND SHE WAS LIKE 'THIS DOESNT COVER CHRISTMAS' I WAS LIKE. HWAT #not your little rabbit. / ooc.

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1eoness · 11 months

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professor!re4r leon fucking u.. i think (or at least wanting to fuck u)

cw content : leon size kink kennedy (jk) | sub-afab-fem-reader and dom!leon kennedy | age gap(ur 19-20 he's 27), leon masturbating, penetration, slightly weird ooc leon:( ♡

[to clarify, i am a minor (17). anyone <17 and anyone >17 uncomfortable with interacting pls dni]

authors note bc i love rambling; btw i'm writing this in public at some boba cafe can u believe that lol im literally supposed to be studying but hwatever fuck it leon make me go blaahhhhhh. btw what do i call this? a fic?blurb?drabble? idklmfao by the way i have NO idea on how to write professor x reader shit so im sorrhy if this sucks ass.

synopsis : conflicted and flustered professor!leon kennedy of your local college struggles to improve his class' average because students like you—incompetent, airheaded, spoiled and klutzy— make it difficult for him :(

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

you heard the rustling of laptop bags and stationery as leon's students left for that morning lecture. though, they moved slow and drowsy; for leon is sure nowadays this generation can't afford to wake up at 6:00 in the morning to prepare for a 7 a.m. lecture on "deviance and crime control."

especially you.

kennedy is a sharp man. he harps on students even if they get a B on any assignment, but he swears it's on his tough love (to which a lot of students aren't really aware of, just that they know this stoic pretty-face of a man has high standards.)

he is also keen on attendance. something girls like you seem to take lightly. it was absurd, really. most professors don't give a shit, do they?

it would've been fine with leon if you missed lectures even twice a week as long as you emphasized your understanding of his lessons through putting stellar effort on your schoolwork. but the best you've gotten on his class was a B- drawing close to a C+.

so, he needs to have a chat with you. urgently.

"l/n, i need to speak with you." leon spoke, confrontative as his black jeans peered from your right peripheral vision. he stood tall beside the edge of the table where you sat. jesus, was he trying to give you a heart attack? (he always had this habit, he'd just pop out of nowhere. he has silent feet.)

yes, you may have missed his lectures from monday to thursday to go to macedonia with your family: but if leon were given the opportunity for a vacation he would snag it too, right?

you looked up at the young professor, wide-eyed and a bit intimidated. what the hell did you do this time? you closed your laptop, gave leon your full attention. leon has also noticed this about you; you're quick to pay attention but you have the memory span of a dumb rabbit. maybe even the IQ of one too, if leon was rude enough.

so you sat there, hands on your lap as you fiddled with the pleats of your blue plaid skirt. the color makes his heart beat a little—he loves the color blue. and the way it looked on you... wait, no. what the hell was he thinking?

"you couldn't even spare the few minutes to e-mail me that you'd be missing four- four, of my classes in one week." he emphasized with a slate tone, and the way his eyes peered down at you added that he needed your reasoning of the situation. he'd love to hear what you had to say for yourself. "i had to talk to your friend, ashley, for some clarification. even the president's daughter has the dignity to show up to my class with a verbal apology." leon scolded as his fingertips met the pages of your notebook. did you even care about his classes? :(

much to your chagrin, your lips were pressed in sheepish silence. hopeless, even. you didn't even have anything to say for yourself? how pitiable.

you simply can't miss class, that wasn't right! just because you thought you could hide in the shadows amidst leon's collective of 73 students (yes he counts), you aren't out of his eyes. in fact, you stood out to him even if you were just an incompetent scholar.

he sighed at your silence. "fair enough, an apology can't compensate for your lack of presence or decorum." he then placed your paper on the desk, you had gotten a D. you were never a bad student but this was your first D ever! your eyes widened and he caught on even though he could only see the crown of your hair. "surprised? because i'm not." leon uttered flatly while his pale fingers flipped through the papers right in front of you. you even spotted a few contractions— when did you even pass this?!

but you weren't a bad girl to him, no. you were capable of shame and guilt. you looked sideways, unable to meet his eyes and training your vision to the floor. you felt low, disappointing a professor that gave you numerous chances to break out of your awkward shell.

"you're a smart girl, you know that?" he finally sighed softly. he wanted you to look at him, make him another promise that you'll start putting effort in his class. he needed to maintain his class's average or else he'd prove he was an inept professor, and he can't do that when he lets 'students like you' get away with shabby attendance and subpar schoolwork. "i don't just give students chances. but that doesn't make you special." and it was true—he's voluntarily failed 6 of his students before. "you'll do something about this, right?"

"yes, professor kennedy.." you muttered modestly.

"hmm?" he hummed inquisitively as he took your paper back. he was willing to give you a chance. "listen to me. i'll give you the chance to redo your paper. i know when students rush their work and if i see even a hint of redundancy in it—i will take all my chances back. and you are never taking absences from my class. i don't want you entering even a minute late, or leaving a second early. i hope we're clear, l/n."

naturally, you were scared. so you nodded up at him after countless confirmations that you will do you work and that you'll show up to class no matter what. he has to use your word against you, he's sorry but it's for your own good.

once he was satisfied, he gave you a nod and turned his side, dismissing you. after all, leon was a busy man. you're not his only student.

it was when you walked out the building and then 20 minutes away from it that you felt like crying. you hated being scolded by him :( but just when you were about to go through your bag for your handkerchief, you were stuck with an inconvenient realization. you forgot your handkerchief.

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leon just stared at the table where you sat from just now, backpack strap over his shoulders since he was just about to leave. he gripped onto either of them slowly as he stared down at your handkerchief in contemplation.

a twofold baby-blue hankie embedded with a subtle floral print. tentatively, he picks it up with his hand and examines it. for a minute his mind went blank, conflicting between chasing you and just returning it to you or to leave it by the lecture podium for her to retrieve tomorrow (when you hopefully attend his lesson again.)

..but blue was his favorite color.

"damn it." leon, with a barely audible mutter, shoved the handkerchief in his jacket pocket. he felt like the most guilty man in the world, poor boy.

...

leon sighed.

he wasn't celibate.

his hormones were in shambles once he got to his place. perhaps part of it was because he knew he hasn't graded the recent tests yet.

manspreading, tie loose, shirt stuffy and jeans undone while his hair wisped in slightly disheveled directions. cold breaths followed out his pretty mouth.

"nnn..fuck.. uhh-" leon whimpered into the baby blue cloth, laced with your perfume. he felt so guilty, so perverted. he shuddered every time he could see over the edges of the cloth, seeing his cream-leaking tip from previous orgasms spurt teasingly. "ahh- fuuuck, p-please-"

his grunts were high. he was close to crying, staining your pretty handkerchief with guilty-pleasure-ridden tears. spilled milk, it trailed down his pretty shaft as he pumped it over and over. his motive was you— you were just so fucking stupid and had so much naivete, it absolutely vexed him knowing how endearing you were.

until a slip of leon's mouth surprised him, earning a small squeak from him as he accidentally muffled your name in your cloth. "fuck, y/n- a-ahh.. u-uhh..hmfff.." he was frustrated; whining and cumming while his mind stirred with the thought of you and your pretty eyes and the photographic memory of your dumbstricken face.

he gave out a tired whine into the cloth, so, so close to crying his frustrations out. he just wanted to eat you. christ, and he was so hard for you it made his head ache..

he could only watch his girth that pulsed with white. he pried the sweet handkerchief off his lips, breathing roughly and wiping his tears. he felt so, so sorry for you. the color of the cloth looked exactly like the skirt you wore yesterday. and yet to top it off, he (ashamedly) wiped his cum off with your dainty cloth. oh, he's so sorry..

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he didn't want to come to this point. or maybe he did and god was force-feeding him with culpability (he's atheist). he offered once to tutor you personally. one-on-one, no distractions. and so suddenly, someone's skirt was on his clean carpet floor..

your blouse draped over your shoulder and was pulled above your bra carelessly. he handled you with so much ease, squishing you into position while he tried to slowly push his thick length into your syrupy hole. you bit the knuckle of your thumb, and whimpered timidly that he was too big. but look where you were now.

"fuck- you're so- you feel so good.. shut up and take it all, yeah?.. hmmff-" there leon goes, harping you again. you were so loud but it wasn't even your fault, not when he was pistoning his cock into you and paying no hesitation to his pace. you were simply too sweet for him not to please. "sweetheart, hold onto me.." he mutters.

he was pushing every squeak and cute little wail out of his pathetic student, rutting his tip into that spot. "n-nnghh- aah!~" you were running low on words.

"yeah?- mhmm...ffuck, right here? huh?" the feeling of him thrusting against that spongy part more and more sent your mind further into autopilot. you were past squirming around and pushing him away, you just had to take it.. and take it.. and you were doing so good ♡.

"l-leoonn.. m-mm!- fffeels t-too good-" you babbled, mind stuffy with the pleasurably-shameful feeling of being gorged with your professor's thick girth. he shuddered at the way you uttered his name so adoringly. to leon you were so dirty but so, so cute. he had you puddled into tears beneath him while he fucked into your cute little hole with fervor. he just wanted to stuff you full, make you his, adore you forever.

he whined softly into your shoulder. you kept clenching down on him and it made him impossible to think. his phone was ringing on his bedside but he doesn't even give a shit—if anything he tried to drown it out by thrusting into you faster, to which made him lament into your skin. he even adjusted your hips up impossibly further.

"l-leeonn, n-no..— n-no more, please!!-" you blabbered adorably, voice mumbly and whiny as you clawed at his shoulders or back— you didn't know anymore.

"shhh shh.." he cooed over your cries with a quiet and honeyed voice, planting a soft kiss to where he could reach on your face or head. "i know, i know, it feels so good, hm?.. just let it feel good, baby—ahh, fuck-.. uhh..." he moaned lowly into your shoulder, unable to stop the way he rutted his cock into your creamed-up cunt. you seemed to be enjoying it, so why were you complaining? leon thinks to himself smugly but he knows he can't act on his pride. after all you made him like this—submitting to his carnal urges...

you didn't wanna cum a third time, huh? silly little girl.

leon growled quietly into the crook where your neck and shoulder met. you've never heard that sound from him. he held you down, constraining you, and squished you further into his mattress. a helpless and surprised yelp lolled out your tongue as he went impossibly quicker while he cursed like he was about to break down in tears. leon was mercilessly grinding his cock into all your sensitive spots, not letting your pleas of retort contest him. "fuckfuck- u-uhhh, take it, baby, c'mon... do it f'me, it's gonna feel so good-.. ahh!-"

he couldn't even finish his sentence—just piping his cum in you roughly as if he were proving a point, growling whinily along the way. he even kept fucking you shallowly while you were a dumb, sniffling mess with no sense of self-assertion as you creamed all over his shaft uncontrollably a third time. consecutive and quiet whimpers could be heard from you while you soaked in your overstimulation, needing him desperately to reassure you again through the overbearing pleasure of being pushed past what your cunny can handle.

"poor baby." he muttered to himself breathily as he gave the last of his tired, frustrated thrusts and pulled out of you; giving you the time to breathe while he pats your hair down comfortingly. his fluttering eyes finally closed as his head found refuge in your neck, slightly limp with exhaustion as he huffed cold breaths on the wet patches of your skin.

he pulled his head away after a minute of regaining what's left of his strength. leon looked down at you with subtle puppylike eyes, like he was sorry for ever being so harsh on you; even before he fucked the shit out of you. you quietly took your handkerchief to wipe some sweat off his neck— and his cheeks went a little rosy, remembering what he did to it that day you "lost" it ♡.

seems detergent can't wash something like lust away!

#leon kennedy smut #leon s kennedy #guys im sorry if my writing is pretty vague idfk lmao #re4remake leon smut #THIS IS SO BAD AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x reader smut

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buckybabesonly · 1 year

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P r e t t y B o y

Summary: I may seem nice, I may seem soft, but that's all a part of your imagination. Bucky fucks you in a public restroom like the dirty slut you are.

Pairing: Bucky x female!Reader

Genre: pwp, blowjobs, bathroom sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, spanking, OOC!Steve, nothing too outrageous hehe

A/N: Please use your imagination that in this universe Steve and Bucky are not pals lol

Length: 3.2k

"Hey, you never told me you were such a lightweight," Steve teased as you slowly put down your cocktail glass. Your cheeks were glowing, eyes a little bleary as you turned your gaze onto America’s favorite super soldier. When did he grow two heads?

"I'm not drunk," you hiccuped, poking Steve in the chest but missing completely and prodding his shoulder instead. He laughed, capturing your wrist easily and letting his fingers linger on your smooth skin a little too long. His movement was playful, and the muscle in Bucky’s jaw twitched.

"You've had enough," Bucky said, his voice a little terse as he watched Steve’s eyes flickering up and down your frame almost imperceptibly.

Being the innocent little ball of cute you were, you didn't realise how you were being eye-fucked by Steve right now. Bucky however, did, and it made him want to throw a punch in his face. A mouth full of metal - now what a satisfying sight that would be.

"Doll, you've had enough," Bucky repeated, making sure to pointedly move closer to his girlfriend. You were perched up on the bar stool by the counter whilst Bucky stood behind you, making you the perfect height for him to dip down slightly to brush his lips purposefully against the shell of your ear, voice husky and seductive. Bucky didn't miss the way you shuddered a little just by that action alone.

When you were sober, you were as pure as anything, blushing like crazy whenever Bucky so much as touched you a little more intimately than usual. Tipsy you was another matter. Your eyes slid sideways, staring at Bucky longingly.

Fuck you, Steve. See the way she's looking at me? Bucky thought triumphantly.

"I need to use the restroom," you said suddenly, smiling a little with embarrassment. "I'll be right back..."

You slid off the stool a little too quickly, stumbling. Before Bucky could catch you to steady you, Steve’s hands had shot out, capturing your waist and pulling you closer. Your hands rested on his biceps and you made no move to withdraw, still a little startled.

"Oops," Steve laughed. "Do you want me to help you?" His tongue flicked over his bottom lip, eyes boring into yours hungrily.

Fuck no.

"I'll take care of it," Bucky said coldly, pulling you away from Steve a little too roughly, causing you to collapse against Bucky’s chest instead. "She's mine, Rogers." Bucky finally spoke the words which made Steve smirk. He wasn't tiptoeing around this bastard, and as far as Bucky was concerned, Steve had crossed a line.

The blonde raised his eyebrows, snickering quietly but saying nothing as Bucky yanked you towards the restrooms.

"Buck, slow down," you whined, sounding so adorable that Bucky almost forgot how fucking pissed off he was. You probably weren’t even aware of how vulnerable you were, like a soft little rabbit, always totally oblivious to the wolf that was just waiting to pounce on you.

Bucky had a possessive streak, and you knew it. Right now however, in your slightly inebriated state, you had no clue that all Bucky wanted to do was bend you over and fuck you until all you knew was his name.

"I'm not going to be gentle with you now, baby," Bucky murmured.

"Huh?" you responded, confused as he slammed open the door to the mens' restroom.

"You were flirting with Steve," he said simply, practically tossing you inside and shutting the door behind him. He kicked the doors of the only two stalls in there to make sure they were unoccupied. Good, Bucky smirked, sliding the lock over the restroom door for good measure. No one will hear you moaning like a slut for me.

"I - I wasn't!" you stuttered, and Bucky almost took pity on you. Almost.

"Fuck you, doll," Bucky grunted, his touch remaining gentle as always as he twirled you around to face the mirror above the sinks. "But also, fuck you," he added in a low voice, grabbing your hips and grinding his hard on against your ass.

"Oh," you gasped, staring at Bucky’s reflection in the mirror. "Oh," you repeated again in realisation at his meaning, eyes rolling back a little as Bucky thrust harder, grunting at the delicious friction. He could dry hump himself to completion if he wanted to, but today was not the day. He wanted you now, to be squeezed and massaged by your tight, wet heat.

Still, he couldn't resist the feeling of grinding his clothed appendage against your ass, knowing it was a very effective way of riling you up.

"Bad kitten,” Bucky growled, using his metal hand to deftly undo the first few buttons of your shirt. "Did you like the way Steve touched you, hmm?" He shoved a hand down your front, past your bra, cold fingers tweaking your nipples playfully and rendering them rock hard in an instant.

"N-no, Bucky," you mewled, cheeks red from the way you had to watch your own reflection as Bucky touched you. You looked so undone already, and he looked so fucking smug as you writhed helplessly, his one hand down your shirt and the other strong arm encircling your waist.

"Mmm, you certainly looked like you did," Bucky disagreed, nibbling your ear softly.

"Oh god, Bucky," you groaned, resting your head back on his shoulder. Your eyes fluttered open, met with the sight of his clear blue eyes. They looked like dark ink in the poor restroom lighting.

"Doll, we're only getting started," he said. The whispered promise made you shiver in anticipation.

You felt Bucky’s hands around your waist, and soon your skirt and panties were down around your ankles, exposing your ass to the cool air and revealing smooth thighs and wet pussy.

"Look at you, all ready for me," Bucky practically cooed. “Look at the mirror,” he ordered, and you dutifully turned to face your reflections. He was staring at your eyes in the mirror, removing his hand from down your shirt and instead sliding his long, vibranium digits into your cunt. You gasped at the contrast of your warm core against the cool material, biting down on your lower lip.

“How does that feel, doll?” Bucky asked, slowly pumping his fingers in and out. He had slid three inside at once, stretching you open, but you craved for something thicker, something warm.

“Bu - Bucky,” you gasped, eyes closing at their own accord at the pleasure. “I need - need more."

Suddenly the coldness of Bucky’s hand was gone, and your eyes snapped open, looking like you were about to cry as you exclaimed, "Bucky, don't play games."

"Then keep your eyes open, slut," Bucky said bluntly, eyes narrowing. "Keep your eyes open and watch your reflection. Watch how you moan like a fucking whore for me. I want you to watch yourself cum, and then I might reward you with my cock."

Bucky’s words made you even wetter, if that was even possible. You nodded enthusiastically. If you were totally sober, you would've never let yourself do these sorts of things out in a public place, but right now all you wanted was Bucky. You wanted your lover in you, fucking you raw. You wanted his hands touching you, making you cum and beg for more.

Bucky resumed fingering your pussy with his other hand, sticking his metal ones now coated in your slick into your mouth, whispering dirty things into your ear all the while.

"Baby, just look at yourself," he sighed in a contented voice as if he could not think of a better thing to be doing than finger-fucking his girlfriend in a dirty bar restroom. "God, you look so beautiful. Would you beg for Steve like this, huh?"

"N-no," you gasped, breath hitching as Bucky smirked, the corners of his mouth lifting in a way that drove you crazy, dimples making you weak in the knees.

"I bet you would. You'd want anyone touching you, just as long as you can get off from it."

"I can only get off from your touch, Bucky," you said immediately, the words slipping out of your mouth easily, and he released a small groan at the statement. You rarely spoke like this, but when you did, he fucking loved it.

"And why's that?" he asked huskily. "Tell me, doll."

You were struggling with the urge to close your eyes, half from sheer pleasure and half at the embarrassment you felt from having to watch Bucky finger you to your climax. But you kept them wide open, focusing on Bucky’s beautiful, chiseled face instead, hearing yourself pant faster and faster as his digits continued to curl and plunge into your cunt. The heel of his palm applied delicious pressure to your clit, and the white heat of an impending orgasm was building rapidly.

"Because I'm yours, Bucky," you whispered, voice hoarse. "I can only cum from your touch, from your cock."

"That's right," he agreed, hand increasing in tempo, the lewd sounds of squelching filling your ears. "You better remember that, dirty slut."

A few strokes later, and you were cumming. You shuddered, crying out loudly as you gave into the throes of your orgasm and all but disintegrated back into Bucky’s arms, his muscular frame propping you upright.

"We're not finished yet, baby," Bucky chuckled as you trembled like jelly in his hold. "I'm still hard. You're gonna get on your knees and suck my cock like the good girl you are, okay?"

You sucked in a deep breath, barely having time to compose yourself, but you knew Bucky was dying to feel your lips around him. You turned obediently and knelt down, the tiles cold and hard on your bare knees, but you didn't care. You quickly unfastened his belt, unzipping his jeans and tugging them down. He had gone commando, as he usually did, and it was your biggest turn on. His cock was an angry red, waiting to be fed into your waiting mouth.

"Look at you," Bucky murmured, looking down at you. You blinked up at him, plump lips looking so beautifully inviting. His thumb traced the edge of your jaw, to your chin, squeezing lightly. "You want this cock in your mouth, don't you?"

You nodded enthusiastically, and Bucky grabbed a hold of his cock and deliberately tapped the hot head against your smooth cheek, smearing it with pre-cum. You whined but let Bucky rub his cockhead against both your cheeks without moving away. He slapped the long, veiny length against your face, an arrogant smile plastered on his lips, before it dissolved into seriousness at the way you wantonly presented your mouth.

"Say, aaaah, sweetheart," Bucky said finally after a few moments, easing his cock past your red lips.

His cock was thick, hot and heavy inside your warm mouth. You had had it so many times, but each time the weightiness and girth surprised you. He began thrusting instantly, his hand moving to your hair and pulling you down onto his dick as he grunted loudly. The wet heat was so delicious, so addictive to him. He loved the feeling of your tongue on the underside of his cock, the way your eyes watered as you struggled to take all of it in, the way you allowed him to fuck your face however way he wanted.

His baby doll, usually so prim and proper, presenting her holes for fucking.

"You gonna choke, doll?" Bucky asked. He cursed as you blinked up at him, watching as your hand groped your own tits, moving down to your cunt again to send your own fingers into your aching hole, trying to chase your second orgasm. “You dirty fucking girl. You like that? Suck harder, slut. Suck me like the good girl you are."

Bucky looked up at the mirror, looked at the back of your head as you knelt in front of him, watched his own expression of absolute ecstasy as he shoved his cock again and again into your willing hole.

When he looked down again, spit was dripping from the corners of your mouth, but you loved it. You would never admit it, and you didn't have to - Bucky knew that your ultimate kink was being used like this. Your small hands snaked up Bucky’s strong, toned thighs to grasp his ass, pulling him deeper into your mouth as he simultaneously tugged you down onto his cock. Bucky moaned, feeling his climax approaching as you swallowed repeatedly around his dick.

Bucky pulled out quickly, forming a tight ring around the base of his cock to stop himself from ejaculating. As good as it would feel to shoot his load down your throat, or maybe paint your pretty, tear-streaked face, he wanted to be inside you. Now.

You got the silent message, standing up and allowing yourself to be bent over the ceramic sinks with excitement. You braced your hands against the mirror as Bucky spanked you unexpectedly, making you jump.

"Fuck," Bucky hissed, watching your ass jiggle from the impact. "You have such a perfect ass, baby. And it's all mine."

“Buck,” you complained, wiggling your butt enticingly.

“Count to ten for me, doll,” Bucky instructed.

You were excruciatingly impatient as Bucky struck your ass again, waiting expectantly.

“O - one,” you stumbled over the simple word.

His palm firmly met your ass again, his eyes fastened on yours in the mirror as he licked his lips.

“Two,” you said through gritted teeth.

It was a long count to ten before Bucky finally let up, and you didn’t have to look to know that your ass was flaming red, but you relished the pain.

“Please fuck me,” you begged, and Bucky laughed in that gorgeous, husky voice of his.

"Patience is a virtue, doll," he said, lining up his cock with your entrance.

You twisted your head to the side to meet your lips with Bucky’s. The kiss was dirty and open-mouthed, his tongue licking inside your mouth as the tip of his cock eased past your folds.

"Mmph!" you grunted, inadvertantly biting down on Bucky’s lip when he suddenly thrust the entire length of his cock into your cunt without warning. He scowled, pulling away momentarily before diving back in and sucking hard on your lower lip in retribution. You moaned out loud, embarrassed at the volume.

"Yeah, moan louder for me," Bucky challenged, murmuring against yours lips as he started to piston his hips in and out, his cock fucking you roughly as you struggled to stop yourself from crashing against the mirror.

"Take it, baby," he said roughly as you whined helplessly. "Fucking take it."

Bucky lowered his head to bite your shoulder, not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough that it would surely leave a mark. “So fucking needy.”

"I need you," you begged in affirmation, every pull of his cock inside your pussy reminding you exactly who you belonged to.

"I'm here, baby," Bucky said with sudden tenderness, his voice almost a caress before he aimed a well-practiced thrust at your sweet spot.

You cried with pleasure as Bucky threw his head back, releasing a long, drawn out moan as your passage clenched and unclenched around his length. He fucked like a pornstar, every move precise and strong and unrelenting, knowing exactly what to do to illicit a reaction from your body.

"Fuck, are you doing that on purpose?" Bucky hissed, trying not to come just from the way your walls were now massaging him. He pulled out slowly then, suddenly switching the pace, watching how his cock emerged from your stretched entrance, stopping when only the very tip remained inside. "I'm gonna make everyone know that you're mine, doll," Bucky promised. "So scream."

He snapped his hips, letting his cock sink back into your hole, his balls slapping against your ass hard as he clenched his jaw.

"Nnngh," you gasped. Your mind could barely form any coherent thoughts, but you managed to release a cry of, "Bucky, faster, please!" He felt so good, filling you up with every inch of his manhood, forcing you to take his dick even though you felt like you couldn't fit any more.

"You're not in a position to give orders," he said, punctuating the final word with another hard thrust. "Should I go slow? As slow as I can, and see how long it takes until you're a sobbing mess?"

"No," you said, your voice trembling with pleasure as Bucky drove his cock into you again. "Please, please, take me fast and hard."

"Hmm..." Bucky said, pretending to think before he suddenly increased his pace yet again. The change up from slow to fast was driving your patience to the edge. Suddenly he was fucking you so hard that he had to grip your waist to stop your from flying into the mirror, fingers digging into your soft flesh.

"Oh god, yes, Bucky, yes!"

"Dirty, filthy slut," Bucky groaned, trying to control his breathing as his pulsating member slid back and forth out of your hungry hole. "You act so innocent all the time, and this is the side no one gets to see but me. The begging, panting, filthy side that's just for me, right?"

"Yes, yes," you chanted, and Bucky couldn't tell if you were agreeing with him or simply in the grips of pleasure. But it didn't matter. you were his, and they both knew it.

"Are you gonna cum again, baby?" Bucky asked breathlessly, feeling his own climax nearing. You babbled something incoherent in response, and Bucky smirked. "I'm going to fill you up, doll. Fill you with my thick, hot cum until it's dripping down your thighs. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Bucky, please, cum inside me," you said breathlessly. "I want to feel you explode inside me.”

“You want it that badly, huh? Tell me, doll, are you gonna pull up your panties after I’ve unloaded inside you, go back outside in that bar with your legs all sticky? You gonna go sit next to Steve with my seed still inside you?”

The words were causing you to get ever closer to your orgasm. You studied his reflection, amazed at how gorgeous he looked. Eyes dark, mouth open and panting and sweating as he fucked you into oblivion. You didn't look so collected yourself, practically in pieces as you felt Bucky reach that perfect spot with his cock again and again and again. Your hands reached up to grip his short brown hair, fingers lightly digging into his scalp.

"Bucky, I'm gonna - I'm gonna cum, oh god," you yelled.

"Then cum," he said gruffly, his hands tightening on your hips and pulling your down onto his cock one last time before you were convulsing violently, yet again. Bucky followed soon after with a loud curse, fulfilling his promise of emptying his load into you. You felt it leaking out of your hole as he carried on thrusting, riding the full length of his climax with loud moans, relishing in the squelch of his cock diving in and out of your pussy.

"Mmm, Bucky," you said breathlessly as Bucky finally stilled. He paused, breathlessly for a long moment before he pulled out, fully satisfied. He collapsed onto your back, mouth latching onto your neck and sucking, causing you to whimper.

"Mine," he said after a moment filled with nothing but the sounds of both of you trying to catch your breaths. "All mine."

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Vladimir Makarov dating headcanons

Tw : Might be ooc, I try to be as close to canon as possible, Mentions of sexual abuse and physical/verbal abuse, some 🔞, mentions of pregnancy and abortion

- I'll start with saying that yes he could fall in love with you, I don't like labelling villains as COMPLETELY heartless monsters, at the end of the day we're all people and we all feel love

- It won't be as hard as you think it can be honestly

- I think he could fall for you just by you being a woman and following his orders/being loyal to him

- he values loyalty over anything

- If you aren't working for him, he will have no interest in seeing you. He is deeply focused on his job and he will only fall for you if you two are practically forced to talk.

- Makarov will be impressed and glad if you're hard-working. He likes people who value their jobs as much as he does.

- And all of the above? He will absolutely not show it. You work like you should, there is no reason to be happy for that right?

- But when he is stressed and irritated by all of this shit, it's nice to see someone who is devoted to him.

- He needs to be sure that you fell for him as well first, he won't make much moves until that.

- He is smart and calculating, he knows when to strike so he can catch you

- Yeah this is his way of thinking. He treats people like objects, you are not different. He thinks of you as something he can own, as his weapon.

- Is that even love? Maybe it is.

- but he is euphoric when he notices that you seem much softer for him than anyone else.

- It's not good euphoria, it's the kind of euphoria when a wolf finally catches a rabbit after sneaking up on it for months.

- You were partially his from the beggining, as his devoted worker. Now he has you eating from his hand.

- You're loyal as a dog, happy to finally have your owner (well he practically owns you now 😭) and he is happy that he got to have a new toy

- You're an idiot if you think he will treat you good.

- He will treat you like a ragdoll, taking out his anger at you in sexual and non-sexual way

- i don't think he often gets drunk when he has a bad day, but it happens sometimes.

- If you somehow forgive him or be too scared to leave, he'll be pretty normal about it. He never thought of you leaving him.

- but if you try to, he won't let you (obviously) he can get more abusive, possesive, torturing you and locking you in a room.

- If you have a mission thought, he will just leave some bruises on your body and threat you to be sure you'll always come back. After all you are his weapon, he won't let you go to dangerous mission with stab wound right? He takes poor "care" of his toys but he still does.

- He won't give you flowers or take you out on dates (if that wasn't clear yet lmao)

- On good days, he will treat you with some human decency, he has to do it from time to time so you will believe that there is good in him

- He uses this form of manipulation to keep you close to him

- Why thought if he won't let you go anyways? He can't ALWAYS be with you and keep an eye for you. If you want to leave, you eventually will. But he doesn't want to deal with stress of you running away and shit.

- and he can't get his loyal worker to turn way from him

- He doesn't have sex with you often. Believe it or not but sex is his best way of showing his "love" for you. It makes him vulnerable as well and he doesn't exactly want you to see him like that.

- He will relax a bit if you'll like that side of him.

- He is also very often stressed with his work, if he will be a little stressed it'll be the most likely for you two to have sex then. If he is completely stressed out he won't have sex with you, he just wants to rest and it's hard for stressed body to get turned on anyways.

- He will be only rough when he is frustrated, if he's mad, he won't have sex with you as well.

- if you get pregnant, he will force you to abort the fetus no matter how much you scream and kick. He will drag you by your hair and tie you to your bed if he will have to.

- He'll be calm if you also don't want a child.

- so that's basically it, if you are clinically insane, relationship with him won't be so bad. If you are not, well, welcome to a nightmare

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I've been imagining a lot of scenarios while writing it, and I am definitely going to write second part where the relationship is a bit different 👀

‼️I am not glorifying anything in this post, abuse is not something that can get romanticized‼️

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