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BSD Men - When Their Rival Flirts With You

Pairings: Dazai, Ranpo, Fyodor, Atsushi, and Chuuya

❗WARNINGS❗: smut, MDNI, biting, hickeys, public, recording, praise, breeding kink, scratching, etc

🖤DAZAI🖤

Dazai has enemies here and there, but the one he hates the most is Chuuya.You and Dazai were at a clothing store, but Dazai said he'd be right back to get some drinks from a food stand.

You were looking around the store and found a hat aisle. You put on a black hat and checked yourself out in a mirror, when suddenly you heard a faint voice, you almost didn't hear it, coming next to you.

"Wow.."

You looked next to you and saw a stranger look at you. He had red hair and blue eyes, making him attractive to the eye, but he was staring at you a little too much.

"...can I help you?" You asked

He stammers and begins to blush a tad "N-no! sorry, you just ah- it looks good on you. Your just ...yea"

You both stared at each other, until Chuuya looks away from you flustered, pretending to look at the other hats. He didn't mean to say something out loud, even if it was a whisper, but he has just never seen someone so beautiful.

When you were wearing the hat it looked like you were wearing his hat, which only made him feel some type of way.Something about him seemed familiar.

You kept staring at him and he noticed, with curiosity, he looks back at you. You both look at each other, his cheeks have a pink color pigment to them.

"Do I...know you from somewhere-?" You asked when suddenly two large drinks of soda fell on Chuuya, leaving you and him in shock.

"Oh no! What a klutz I am! Belladonna, are you alright?" Dazai asked with consideration

"D-Dazai!" You yelled in shock from the mess he made on the stranger

You turned to Chuuya and placed a hand on his shoulder "Are you ok?" That was when Chuuya finally made eye contact with Dazai

"AHHH!! A WET DOG, OH! it's just Chuuya.."

Your eyes looked at Dazai. It seems he knows who this man is.

"Dazai..." Chuuya grumbled "What the hell are you doing here?!" Chuuya yelled, finishing his sentence

"Oh! I'm just shopping with my, Belladonna. My girlfriend!"

"Your.. what?" Chuuya asked in disbelief

Dazai shakes his head up and down with a huge smile. He then turns to look at you. You looked back at him with a dazed look, how did these two know eachother? Too many things were happening at once

Dazai then gives you a big, fat kiss on your lips, making a loud kissing noise. He then starts to attack your face with kisses, which only drew a lot of attention to the three of you.Chuuya looked at you two with wide eyes as you pushed Dazai away from you, by placing two hands on his chest.

"Dazai! Your making a scene!" You yelled in a whisper, like a mom telling their kid to stop embarrassing them in a store.

Dazai pouted "but, bella-"

"Hey, excuse me. You three need to leave the store. Your being a disturbance to our costumers" an employee interrupted

"Oh, ma'am! It's all this one's fault" Dazai said, pointing at Chuuya

Chuuya's face turned red from anger. He looked like he was about to attack Dazai "what the hell are you saying you bastard?!"

Before the situation can become more of a mess, you stepped in and bowed continuously to the employee

"I'm so sorry, ma'am. We'll leave immediately"

You grabbed Chuuya and took him out of the store. You just wanted to help him get paper towels or something. You didn't even pay attention to Dazai because you were a bit frustrated with him. You practically left Dazai behind, but he followed the both of you until you yelled at him to get some napkins.

You grabbed a couple of napkins from your bag and tried to wipe away some of the soda on his clothes while apologizing. Chuuya's anger vanished into thin air ever since you started to basically put your hands all over his body.

"T-this has nothing to do with you, you have nothing to apologize for." He said with blush on his cheeks "It's all that bastards fault" He finished with an annoyed tone

"Do you two know eachother?" You asked

"Unfortunately" Chuuya responded

He saw Dazai coming back with a paper towel roll and he noticed your hands all over Chuuya. They both just gave each other a death glare

Dazai took your hands off of Chuuya "Bella, you shouldn't touch trash"

"I'm going to fucking kill you!" Chuuya yelled, standing up. People's attention was going towards you three again

"Not before I do! I saw how you were looking at her. Don't get any funny ideas!"

You pinched Dazai's cheek harshly, making him yelp in pain, Stopping the fight once again "your acting like a child!"

You then helped Chuuya clean his clothes and learned more about the two, like when they met. Before you left, you forced Dazai to apologize to him.

"now if you excuse me. I have to put someone down" you said

Dazai and Chuuya both had shocked faces, but Chuuya's face turned into a smirk " I think your my new favorite person.. y/n was it?"

You nodded with a smile "see you later, Chuuya" you waved bye.

When you got home, you were just about to yell at Dazai for being an idiot, but he immediately slammed your back against the wall and dove into the crook of your neck, sucking and kissing on it. You were about to yell at him, but his knee started to rub in between your legs, making you aroused.

After creating a couple of hickeys, he pulled away "why was all your attention on him instead of me?" He asked in a breathy, deep voice.

Realization hit you "is that what this was all about? You were just jealous?"

He crossed his arms and looked away from you, closing his eyes.

You scoffed slightly " 'Samu you know I only have eyes for you"

"Then prove it to me, because it didn't look like it back there" he pouted

You rolled your eyes and grabbed the collar of his shirt, forcefully bringing him to the bedroom. You threw him on the bed and got on top of him

" it's disappointing how I have to remind you how much you mean to me, love" You started to take off your shirt "so I'll make sure you'll never doubt me again"

Few minutes have passed and here you are, riding him at a rough pace. His moaning is loud, but so are yours. His head looks down to where your both connected

"You see how good mmn~! I take you?" You asked

He whimpers "yeah~ ah~ so tight and wet mmn~ just for me" His hands grip onto your hips.

He then starts to remember about what happened earlier, how Chuuya looked at you and how you touched him. He wanted to punish you just a bit.He suddenly pushes you and gets on top of you. you were about to say something, but he starts to pound into you, making you stutter a moan

Dazai all of a sudden starts to bite you over and over again, all over your neck. His bites only made your walls clench around him more.

"Your mine, bella~! Ah~! I want everyone else- mmn~ to know your mine ngh! And I'm yours" he pounds deeper into you as you dig your nails into his back.

He smirks, knowing that you'll be leaving a mark on him too

"i- I'm going to mmn! Cum!" You moaned

It didn't take him long before he pushed himself as deep as he can and came inside you, moaning your name while hugging you tightly. You came with him when you felt the warmth, moaning with him.You both were out of breath, still holding onto each other.

He kisses your bite marks and looks deeply into your eyes, a tired smile on his lips

"you know, I wouldn't mind if you left some hickeys and bite marks on me too"

💚RANPO💚

Ranpo's main rival would probably be Poe, so this is how you first met the guy. You were waiting for Ranpo in front of a building, something for an investigation. He told you he was going to invite someone else, but he never told you who or what they look like.

You were simply standing outside waiting for you boyfriend. Off in the distance, Poe saw your figure and immediately thought you were mesmerizing. Poe kind of just stood still while looking at you, the whole world stopped for a second.

While he was admiring your beauty, Karl (his raccoon) got off his shoulders and ran up to you, startling him and making him run after his raccoon.

You were about to call Ranpo, since he was taking a long time. Suddenly, you see a raccoon running towards you.

Everything was moving too fast for you to react. You stood there as you watched this raccoon leap towards you. Your eyes widen a bit, until a hand abruptly grabs the raccoon by the back of it's neck, scruffing it like a puppy.

You were dazed, did this random stranger really grab a raccoon by the neck? You just stood there and looked at this man, who's hair was covering his eyes, until he spoke

"I-im so sorry! He usually never acts like this!" The man apologized

He put the raccoon around his shoulders like a parrot or something. "W-wait that's your...pet?" You asked

"Uh- y-yes"

You were shocked, but immediately became in awe.

You walked closer to the man to take a better look at his raccoon " he is so cute! Can I pet him?"

Poe started to blush, since you were too close to him. "Ah- y-yes! w-well, you can hold him if you want"

Before Poe could grab Karl, Karl jumped on to your shoulders. You jumped from surprise for a second, before you became enamoured by a cute animal on your shoulders. You kept calling Karl cute and how cool Poe was for having such an exotic pet, making him blush. Poe was just about to say something when, out of no where, he felt a harsh slap on his back.

"Hey, Poe! Whatcha doin?" Ranpo yelled with a smile on his face

"R-Ranpo!" Poe said with shock

"Ranpo! Took you long enough. I've been here waiting" you said, a tad annoyed

"I got lost, sugar" Ranpo responded to you while kissing your cheek

"Of course you did" you sighed

"S-sugar?" Poe was stunned

"Oh, yeah! Poe this is y/n, my girlfriend, and y/n this is Poe, the person I told you we're going to meet up today"

Poe felt his soul leave his body. He didn't know Ranpo had a significant other. You were also a little stunned. You just thought 'what a coincidence'

"I see you've already greeted each other" Ranpo said

You chuckled "well I was just having fun with the raccoon"

"R-Ranpo, I didn't know you had a girlfriend"

"Well now you know! She's quite the beauty, isn't she?" He started to attack your face with kisses. People's eyes went towards you two, making you slightly embarrassed

"Ranpo, I love you, but this is not the place" you whispered with consideration

"Your right. We should save all that stuff for later" Ranpo said with a smirk

Poe looked pale as snow "hm? Is everything ok?" Ranpo asked Poe

"Oh, n-nothing. I have to sit down"

Suddenly, Poe felt Ranpo put a hand on his shoulder and leaned into his ear

" I know you must be devastated, but there are other fish in the sea" Ranpo gave him a warm smile

Poe's face went completely red. He couldn't defend himself, even if he wanted to. You just looked at the two with confusion.

"Now time for the investigation!" Ranpo yelled

It didn't take long for Ranpo to finish the investigation, to be Honest, you don't really know why he brought you and Poe along, maybe he was just bored. You all sat on a bench while eating ice cream. You were all enjoying the silence and the taste of the desert until Ranpo blurted out

"Well me and y/n have to do something very quickly before I forget. Just wait for us here Poe!"

Ranpo then grabs your hand and drags you into a building. You still had your ice cream in your hand as he took you into the restroom. It was a single bathroom, so you had the whole room to yourselves. I think you know where this is about to go.

Poe checks the time after waiting for about 5 minutes. He saw the building you and him went into and decided to go and find you two. He looked around in the building and couldn't find a single trace. Poe then decided to just go to the restroom, but before he even touched the handle he heard voices from the inside.

Ranpo was nibbling gently on your neck, leaving small dark hickeys all over you. You were straddling Ranpo as you jumped on his dick. Your hands were on his hair and shoulder and his were on your hips.

"You feel so good around me, sugar~ so tight~" he mumbles against your skin

"Mmn~ too good~ Ranpo, I'm going to cum~"

Poe's face was red as if all of his blood went to his cheeks. He immediately speed walked back to the bench and decided to wait for you two there. He'd be lying if he said your moans didn't aroused him.

When he went back to the bench. He tried to cover his slightly hardened cock by crossing his legs. He couldn't get your voice out of his head. It didn't take long for you and Ranpo to come back. Ranpo had a big smile on his face and you were slightly blushing while smiling.

"We're back! And it's time to go"

Poe blushed a bit "where did you guys go?"

He tried to act dumb, but he forgot he was talking to the Greatest detective. Ranpo smirked and leaned into his ear

"I think you already know"

💜FYODOR 💜

Fyodor is a man who has many enemies, but his main one would be Dazai. You first met Dazai when you were walking with Fyodor to an alleyway. Fyodor left his stuff in a dumpster and couldn't find his hat when suddenly Dazai appeared, wearing his white ushanka.

You were surprised when someone from the ADA found you two, but Fyodor seemed relaxed, as if he knew this was going to happen.They both exchange a couple of words, when suddenly, Dazai noticed your presence.

He was astonished at how he didn't pay attention to you until now. Fyodor's eyes grew a bit darker, knowing what Dazai's thoughts were

"Oh my.." Dazai started, while staring at you with star gazed eyes and slight blushed cheeks

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever come across" he said with a soft voice, like he couldn't believe his eyes

You looked at him with a confused face, shocked by the words this man was saying to you. He shouldn't be flirting with someone from an organization that's trying to eliminate his.

"Ah~ So that's how fallen angels lure the humans into sin. With you being one of them and as stunning, bewitching, drop dead gorgeous as you are, who could ever say no to you? " Dazai said

Before you could respond, Fyodor got in front of you in a possessive manner. Your head peeking out of his shoulder as Dazai looked at you two like he was thinking, then put two and two together

"Oh! I'm sorry, are you two an item by any chance?" Dazai asked, scratching his head

"I would prefer if you wouldn't speak to her" Fyodor responded with a wicked smile

"Wow, how cute! Look at you being all protective~ I would be too if she was mine. You are quite a lucky man aren't you?" Dazai smirks

"Indeed I am and don't waste your time coming up with faithless ideas. She would never fall for someone like you"

Their faces and tone was filled with an intense, passive aggressive aura. It was making you uncomfortable as they both slyly smiled at each other.You decided to back Fyodor up to kill two birds with one stone. To help Fyodor ease up a bit and to tell Dazai to respectfully stfu.

"I would have to agree. I mean, I wouldn't fall for a half done mummy" you said

The cold atmosphere immediately went away when their focus was back to you. Fyodor let out an amused chuckle as Dazai was embarrassed. His face turned white

"I've been called many things, But not a half done mummy" Dazai responded in almost a whine and a pout

After more exchanges of words, someone from the top of a building shoots Dazai. It left you in shock, but Fyodor gave you a reassuring look, you then knew that this was just part of his plan.

After they both said their last words, Fyodor gives you a look that tells you it's time to go. You nod and give him a small smile as you hug his left arm, your cheek laying on his shoulder. While you both walk away, Fyodor kisses the top of your head, side eyeing Dazai who's laid out on the ground looking at you two.

When you two both made it home safely. He brought you towards the bedroom and very gently started to kiss your lips. Your heart was fluttering. His lips felt like tears, kindly caressing your skin and bringing you sudden warmth.It was a struggle, but when you both needed some air, you pulled away. Both of you breathing heavily

"Don't tell me I have to remind you that I only have eyes for you, Fedya" you said in a breathy whisper

He smiled "of course not, my love. I just.. have to mark what's mine"

He pushes you onto the bed and gets on top of you. He begins to kiss your neck, already making you moan quietly.

"I have to show others that you belong to me" he says against your skin.

That night, Fyodor made love to you in a tender, yet rough, way. He left hickeys and bite marks in visible places, which only turned you on more and moan his name.One of your hands was grabbing onto his shoulder and the other held the back of his head while he sucked on your neck.

He was going at a normal pace, but even then he reached deep inside you. He stops sucking on the skin of your neck to kiss the fresh mark. You could hear him quietly groan.

"Oh, how I wish he could see how beautifully you spread your legs just for me, moya lyubov~" he said in between kisses

He lifts his head up, his forehead against yours, looking deeply into your eyes

" mmm~ I want him to know how incredible I make you feel ah~ how much I satisfy you in every way"

"Mmm~ you do, Fedya~ ah~! Your the only one who's ever made me satisfied~" you responded

He smirks then starts to thrust deeper into you, reaching you two closer to your climaxes. "You are so ravishing, my love~ I'm- mmn~ at my limit~" he groans

You wrapped your legs completely around his waist, locking him in place to tell him to cum inside you. The pleasure was too good, you couldn't even form sentences.

He understood what you wanted and kept going.A little while longer of rubbing his cock against your tight walls, he found his release and came deep inside, biting your neck, letting a groan out .

You moaned his name loudly as you also came with him. You both didn't move for a bit. You were just trying to catch your breaths, but he softly says

"I really am a lucky man to call you mine"

💙ATSUSHI💙

Atsushi's rival is obviously Akutagawa. You were on a shopping date with Atsushi, but you both parted ways for a bit and decided to meet up somewhere else.

You were on your phone trying to find Atsushi while walking on the sidewalk. You then randomly bumped into someone roughly, it was almost like you hit a wall.

"Watch where your-!... Oh" the stranger said.

He was annoyed at first when someone suddenly bumped into him, but when he took a good look at you, he felt his mind go blank just for a second, in a good way somehow.You touched your head to ease the pain as you look at the stranger.

He had black hair with white tips at the front. He wore a long, black coat with a ruffled top. You noticed his tone was full of anger at first that soon turned to a calm one.

"I- I'm sorry" he apologized

You felt like it was actually your fault for bumping into him "No, I'm sorry! I wasn't looking"

His eyes widen slightly "I wasn't either. your fine"

You smile kindly, but you realized that you've probably seen him before

"...hey, you look familiar.." you said

He look dumbfounded and without thinking he said "I doubt it. If I've seen someone like you before, I would've remember"

Your eyes widen a bit as you tilted your head. He realized what he just said and blushed slightly "I mean-.. I just have a good memory"

You chuckle gently while scratching your head "Yeah, I must be imagining things"

You both looked at eachother for a second before you heard a familiar voice next to you "Y/n, I got you some flowers! I hope you like them"

You look at a small bouquet that Atsushi had in his hands and smile widely. You gasp "Awe, thank you so much, Atsushi. You didn't have to" you kiss his cheek

"You?..." The stranger whispered, grumbling gently

"Akutagawa?" Atsushi said.

You finally realized why the stranger looked familiar. It's because you've heard about him from the ADA

"what are you doing here?" They said at the same time

"I'm here on a date" Atsushi responded. His eyes darken and his tone seemed on edge

Akutagawa's face looked extremely confused "A date? You? "

You stepped into the conversation "Yes, I'm his girlfriend"

Akutagawa looked at you baffled. Why is someone like you dating someone like him and why does he care so much? He doesn't know you at all, but he felt... Disappointed.

Without thinking he said in a harsh tone "You shouldn't waste your time on a pathetic man like him"

Atsushi eyes looked hurt for a split second. How dare someone talk about him like this?

You protested "Atsushi is the strongest man I know in every way"

He responded " Don't be ridiculous. You could do better"

Now you were pissed "Why don't you mind your own business? And I doubt I could. He's the only one who's ever made me satisfied"

Before anybody could say more, you held Atsushi's hand and dragged him away from Akutagawa. Akutagawa wanted to say something, but nothing came out. Why did he care so much about someone he barley just met? He doesn't know

As you dragged Atsushi away, after a couple minutes, Atsushi started to gently tell you to stop. You immediately stopped as you apologized to Atsushi

"I'm sorry, I just didn't like how he spoke about you and any second longer I probably would've done something I would regret" you said embarrassed

He looked at you with a worried expression "Did you really mean everything you said?"

You look at him surprised "Of course I do. Without a doubt!"

He smiles genuinely while he hugs you passionately "Thank you" he whispers

You hug him back with a warm smile, but you then asked "Don't tell me you believed some of his words because if so. I'll just have to prove to you how much I love you"

He smiled kindly "I already know, love, but um-" he looked away embarrassed with a blush "I..didn't like how he was looking at you" he finished his sentence

"How do you mean?"

"It- doesn't matter, but" he pushed your back gently against a wall while hugging you

In you ear he said " I don't want people getting the wrong idea that your single, so..." Atsushi kisses your neck, pulling you closer with his hand that's on your back, forgetting that you were both in a public setting.

He mumbles against your skin "I want others to know your mine"

Time flew by after you both made it to your apartment. You were both in your room, on the bed, with Atsushi on top of you. His thrusts were rough and so were his bites on your body, but his kisses were so full of love.

The bed frame would occasionally hit against the wall, making a thudding noise.You were both moaning and breathing heavily. The sensation made your heart beat faster as you were slowly feeling your release approaching

He bites on your shoulder as you moan his name loudly. "Your voice is so beautiful, y/n , mmn~! e-especially when you say my name~ "

He kissed your lips and asked "do I- ah~! make you feel good?"

You look into his eyes "you feel so good~ mmn~ i-im actually about to- ah~ cum~"

"I-i love it when you do ngh~! so don't hold back~"

His thrusts became harder and faster. His cock reaching deeper inside of you and it felt like he was only getting bigger. You could tell he was close to cumming too

You scratched your nails against his back, leaving red lines all over him. He kept saying ' I love you's' as he went faster. Both of you moaning and whimpering until he gripped your hips tightly and shot his load inside you.

You were both panting as you felt each other twitching from the orgasm. He was still inside you as he kissed your lips. He looked at you deeply in the eyes

"can we..do it again?"

🧡CHUUYA🧡

We all know who Chuuya's rival is, which is Dazai. You were following Chuuya after you both heard that the port mafia captured him. You've never seen the guy, but Chuuya always talked smack about him, so naturally, you also don't really like the guy.

When you walked down some stairs, you saw a man cuffed to a Pilar. He hands and even neck were covered in bandages. His hair was brown with slight curls.

Based off of what Chuuya has told you, this is Dazai.His eyes were closed as if he was sleeping, but when he heard foot steps approaching, his eyes went directly towards you first

His eyes turned into stars as he said "Do my eyes deceive me or do I see a goddess? Am I..in heaven? Oh wait, Chuuya is here. nevermind"

You were taken aback by the flirtatious comment, but before you could react, Chuuya punched Dazai in the stomach. You heard Dazai grunt in pain

"Want to say that to my girlfriend again, you bastard?"

"Girlfriend? You? Out of all people, you have a girlfriend?" Dazai asked in disbelief before he started to chuckle, only making Chuuya punch him again

They both kept making fun of the other for a bit before Chuuya asked him what his real plan for being captured was. Dazai said he planned to be killed, but Chuuya didn't buy it.

Dazai's attention went back to you for a split second, before talking to Chuuya again "You better be treating her well or else I'd snatch her right up~"

Chuuya, with his feet, cuts off the chains that were holding Dazai. "I'd like to see you try without getting killed! And what makes you think I don't treat her well? I bet all you'd do is ask her to do a double suicide with you"

"Your not wrong, but not before i treat her like a queen"

"Shut up! The real reason why I'm here is because I want to fight you. I want to crush you and whatever scheme you dreamed up"

Dazai then, with a snap of his fingers, unlocks his cuffs. They both exchanged words, Dazai spoke about how if he wanted to be free he would've done so. They then proceeded with full on fighting each other.

At this point, you were just there watching the fight. No real reason as to why you were there, but at least you were enjoying the fight. After awhile of them beating eachother up, Dazai told Chuuya why he can't kill him and if he did, he'd just get into trouble. This made Chuuya mad because he knows Dazai is right

After a few more words, Chuuya held your hand gently and walked towards to the stairs to leave. Before you two left, Dazai said something to you

"If you ever want to do a double suicide call me, my belladonna~ I would love it if you, a goddess, to be the last thing I see on this earth"

You saw that Chuuya was about to yell some shit at him, but you then said with a smile "Wish I could say the same, but I'm in love with Chuuya"

He smiles back at you "Oh Trust me, Belladonna. You could do so much better"

"BASTARD!" Chuuya was about to go beat up Dazai again, until you held the back of his jacket to keep him steady

"Trust you? trust me when I say you can never be compared to Chuuya. Not in a million years"

Your eyes suddenly darkened as you still held a smile "I don't like it when assholes make fun of the people I love, so please shut the fuck up"

Your words only made Dazai shiver "so creepy. I bet you learned that from Chuuya"

Chuuya ignored his words and just looked into your eyes. He loved that you just told Dazai off. Chuuya simply cupped your cheek as he smiled at you. He kissed your cheek, but you grabbed his face to kiss his lips.

You were both passionately kissing while Dazai was just uncomfortably watching. "Um- hey, you guys know I'm still here, right?"

Chuuya suddenly carries you bridal style "Yea, sorry, we suddenly have plans. Something you wouldn't understand"

Before Dazai could say anything Chuuya left. You quickly found yourselves at your shared apartment on the bed. You both kissed eachother roughly while moaning.

He pulled away for a second "Sorry, darling, but I have to let others know that your not available"

He went to kiss your neck and shoulders, already starting to bite and leave hickeys. You held the back of his head to bring him closer. He picked you up by under your thighs. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and your arms went around his neck.

He then aggressively hits your back against a wall and looks at you "Say goodbye to walking, love, because it's going to be a fun night~"

Minutes passed and you find yourself bending over a table as Chuuya fucks you from behind. Both of you moaning loudly while your skin claps against each thrust.The table was scrapping against the ground from how aggressive he was being. His grip on your ass was definitely going to leave a mark and your nails left scratch marks on the table.

He then bent over. His chin was on your shoulder while he kissed your cheek. Chuuya, out of no where, bites deeply into your shoulder, making you moan his name loud.

He pulled away "Oh, f-fuck~ you feel so fucking good, doll~ ngh~! If only he could see you"

Something inside him was different. usually he would never do this, but at the moment he was very possessive.

"Doll~ mmn~! do you mind if I show that ass for brains how good I make you feel?"

You could only respond with a nod. You weren't thinking straight, the pleasure was just too good, but you thought 'why not?'.

Chuuya smirks slightly while, using his ability, he got his phone and started to record only your voice and nothing else.When you notice he was recording, you started to moan his name loudly and kept praising how good Chuuya is. You heard chuuya groan deeply as he went at a faster pace

"F-fuck~! I- I'm- agh~! c-cumming~! C-Chuuya~" you moaned

You heard Chuuya's grunts become louder and louder, until he thrusted deep inside you to cum inside you. Both of you moaned loudly as you came together.You were breathing heavily and at the same time you felt your legs quivering. You couldn't feel them at all.

Chuuya then remembers that he's still recording and presses the send button before really thinking about what he just did, but that's for you two to worry about in the future. Dazai is always messing with him, so he was just returning the favor

He leaned into your ear and whispered while he kissed it. "your my love~ I love you so much"

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hamzah photo booth make out session that could escalate to more… *eye twitches* pleeeaaaseee

LMFAOO i got u.. i don’t think i’ll ever not be nervous to upload nsfw stuff ab him tho 😭 go easy on me yall

you and hamzah barely listened to the automated voice in the photo booth that told you when to pose. as soon as you sat down together in the booth, hamzah couldn’t keep his hands off you, and you could keep your lips off his. the two of you were giggling like idiots the entire time, amused at the inability to leave each other alone.

hamzah kissed you like you were below him on his bed, like you weren’t sitting in a small photo booth. he kept one hand on the back of your neck and the other on your waist, just inches away from the hem of your skirt. giggling uncontrollably and playfully pushing him out of the kiss, you tried to get ready to pose for the first picture.

“ok wait wait let’s just do a normal one right now,” you breathlessly laughed.

“fine,” he said in a sassy tone, and sneaking one last glance at you and your lips before looking to the camera.

the voice in the booth counted down from three, and you both put your faces together and smiled ear to ear, eyes gleaming up at the camera. the photo snapped, and you both giggled again at how cute it came out.

hamzah wasted no time moving his hand to your thigh and carelessly kissing along your jaw, making you screw your eyes shut and smile dumbly just in time for the second photo. it still came out as a nice photo, but you acted embarrassed. he saw right through you and knew you liked it, and began moving his hand beneath the fabric of your skirt.

“hamzah!” you pretended like you weren’t enjoying it, just for the sake of being in public, but he was having none of that.

“whattt?” he acted so oblivious, knowing exactly what he was doing to you.

he teasingly gave a light pull on the edge of your skirt before snaking the rest of his hand down. for the third and last photo, you went in to kiss him deeply and tried your best not to look flustered.

he never broke the kiss even after the photo was taken, and instead deepened the kiss. you began to squirm from his touch, and you knew hamzah loved it. the way he had you wrapped around his finger from just a kiss and a touch, you could tell he was amused that he had you so horny in a place like a photo booth.

you quietly moaned into the kiss as he made it under your skirt, and pushed the bottom portion of your shorts to the side.

“try to stay quiet, hmm?” he hummed in your ear.

you bit your lip as he started circling your clit with his thumb through the fabric of your panties, agonizingly slow. you were conflicted between keeping it together and desperately wanting more. whatever you tried to do to compose yourself barely worked as he added pressure, making you almost involuntarily bucking your hips up.

“hamzah…” you breathed, probably not as quiet as you should’ve been.

“you’re doing so good babe, you look so pretty,” his words circled around your head in the midst of the pleasure he was giving you. he gave you more kisses along your jaw and neck, actually being considerate as far as not giving you prominent hickeys in public. still, his kisses almost made you shiver.

his thumb circled faster, and you were aching to release. you couldn’t stay still under his touch. he could tell you wanted to cum, but ultimately wasn’t going to let you. he smiled to himself and removed his hand from your panties, earning a very disappointed and desperate look from you.

“we can finish this at home sweetheart,” he cooed and pulled your skirt back down to its full length. he sweetly kissed you before finally taking your hand and climbing out of the photo booth and picking up your photos.

i’m wired off this nyquil rn sorry if this bad or whateva..

#hamzahthefantastic #slushy noobz #hamzahthefantastic fanfic #hamzahthefantastic smut #hamzahthefantastic x reader #hamzah

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uglypastels · 10 months

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i have to say this, eddie love fucking you when you’re in a messy bun and your glasses almost falling down your nose. Chef’s kiss

Chef's kiss indeed and i hope this is ok, but this gave me major librarian!reader vibes, and I meant to make this pure filth, but as I started writing, I realised that I adore these two wholeheartedly, so please enjoy the fluff fest around it.

warnings: 18+ only MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. p in v sex. sex in a public place. unprotected sex (dzon't dzo it). swearing.

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Working in the Hawkins Town Library, you got to be in the presence of almost everybody who lived there, from the youngest readers to the eldest. Everyone needed books for one reason or another, let it be homework research, recipes or just some entertainment. There were the quiet readers who settled themselves somewhere in a corner to spend the rest of the day with their noses in between the pages; the ones who search for hours for the one book they had their mind set on the moment they walked in; the ones that, for whatever reason, forget to stay silent. There were fans of fantasy as well as historical non-fiction, philosophy and romance. There was a place for everybody here.

With such a variety in patrons, it was only natural you grew to have favourites. Some might be more self-explanatory than others. Of course, your heart doubled when Julie came in with her daughter, Sandy [who just turned six!], to pick out a new book every few weeks. Or old man Farrell who already knew all the facts in the books he checked out and was more than happy to share with you.

It could come to most people as a shock then that the person you looked forward to seeing the most was none other than Eddie Munson.

Surprisingly, he could be the definition of the perfect library patron. Besides the fact that he had never been late with book returns, when you started working there, the first few times Eddie came by, he scared you to death—so quiet was he, sneaking around the aisles and up to the counter to check his stacks of books out.

‘Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya there, sweetheart,’ he said as he put the books on the desk.

‘It’s alright.’ You started picking up books from the pile, stamping in the date on the inside sheet. ‘Might have to consider getting a bell.’ You smiled, ‘that way I could hear you coming.’

‘Hmm, too bad I don’t have a bell.’ Eddie clicked his tongue but reached into one of his pockets, ‘but… would these do?’ He pulled out a handful of thin metal chains. They rattle around.

‘Why do you have those in your pocket?’ You asked curiously as you gave him back the books.

‘Always have them on me– I mean, on my jeans, but I take them off when I’m hear. Don’t want to disturb anyone.’ And with that, he gave you a shy little smile that made your heart melt.

‘That is, actually, really sweet of you.’ If only more people were so considerate. ‘Thank you.’

‘Yeah, well, I have my moments.’ He shrugged nonchalantly. ‘I’ll see you around.’

‘See ya.’ You waved as he walked away, barely able to contain the smile on your face that the metalhead had caused.

Not a lot changed since that day, but your and Eddie’s conversations did begin to grow. You’d keep on talking while you checked out his books, sometimes for so long that another patron would have to interrupt to get their books. Then, Eddie would pop by your desk to ask for the location of some particular book— one you had never heard of, in all honesty, but he probably easily could have found it if he bothered to look through the cards.

‘Excuse me, sweetheart,’ he’d clear his throat, ‘do you have any idea where I could find Carrots Love Tomatoes?’

‘Sorry?’ You must have misheard the title.

‘Carrots Love Tomatoes: Secrets of Companion Planting for Successful Gardening. It’s for my uncle.’ Eddie would clarify, reading the title out from a scrap of paper he had scribbled on.

‘Right. Do you know who it’s by, perchance?’

‘I’m surprised you don’t.’ He reread the paper. ‘Louise Riotte– shit, I’m definitely mispronouncing that.’ He quickly spelt it out for you.

Well, you had to admit, you weren’t personally familiar with Miss Riotte’s work, but you knew this library inside-out and told Eddie to follow you into the section you thought it most likely to be. The non-fiction section was off in the corner of the library, with only rectangular windows blocks near the ceiling, letting in barely any daylight. The light was, instead, coming from the lamps above you; they flickered and buzzed on the off-moments.

Eddie stayed a step behind you as you navigated through the shelves, muttering the alphabet to yourself repeatedly as you tried to find the RI– shelf. Once you finally found it, you realised it was on the top of the bookcase, where you couldn’t reach it.

‘It’s up there.’ You pointed, thinking that maybe Eddie would just get it himself now. But instead, Eddie offered to pick you up. A bit flustered, you accepted the offer and tried to ignore the feeling of his hands on your hips, the way his rings dug into your soft skin. He picked you up, and you grabbed the book quickly. Once back down on the ground again, you handed it over to him. Eddie thanked you with a large smile as he looked at the book.

He frowned.

‘Something wrong?’ You asked.

‘No, no, it’s all good, thanks. It’s just that…I don’t know…’ He looked at the book a bit longer. ‘Oh, you know what? I think I must have read it wrong.’ He looked down at the scrap of paper again. ‘...yeah. That definitely says Catcher in the Rye. Well, thank you anyway, sweetheart. Really ‘preciate it.’

‘You’re an idiot, Eddie Munson.’ You laughed.

‘Uhm, I’ll have you know,’ he leaned against the bookcase by your side, ‘that this had actually all been an act of sheer brilliance.’

‘Oh?’ You were leaning against it, too, your shoulders almost touching.

‘Yes. I would say that the way I got you here with me, away from all those people, is MacGyver-level brilliance.’

‘Don’t you think it might have been easier to just… I don’t know, just ask me to meet you here.’ You would have been going on a break soon anyway.

Eddie grinned as he leaned forward to you, ‘Now, what would be the fun in that?’ You could feel his breath on you. The scent of excessive bubblegum chewing greeted you.

‘Fair enough,’ you tried to act cool, ignoring the hot flashes he was causing all over your body. ‘So, why did you want me to come out here? What couldn’t wait until my lunch break, Munson?’

‘Just wanted to say how cute you looked today.’ Eddie smiled, then, as if he remembered something– ‘Oh, and this–’ he leaned in, cupping your face in his hand, kissing you softly.

So, perhaps, some things had changed over time. Smalltalk and jokes at the front desk turned into stolen kisses and hushed laughter in the dark corners of the library. Just as with everything around, Eddie was gentle and soft. His grip on you was there for support, to make you feel how much he wanted you near him.

You pulled away with a small gasp, chest-beating fast, eyes fluttering open.

‘But I suppose I could have waited with that.’ Eddie said afterwards, his hand still on your cheek.

‘I’m glad you didn’t.’ Your voice was hushed, but you kissed Eddie deeply instead of breathing in the air you needed. You pulled at his shirt to bring him closer, and his other hand reached for your waist, tugging at the hem of your shirt.

‘You should probably get back,’ he muttered between kisses.

‘Probably,’ you replied. Neither of you meant any of it, and you both knew it. You had no idea why you only saw each other at the library. Maybe because you always knew to find each other here; it was a certainty. Outside, it would be a mere coincidence to bump into Eddie. Here, you knew he would be here every week.

Maybe because it felt like a haven for both of you and it felt like a different reality—an escape from the real world. But it was precisely this that made everything else so fragile. Who knew what it would be like outside of these bookshelves? You didn’t want to know, so why risk it? What you had now, it was an unspoken agreement. One you both were more than happy with. It was special—a rarity.

Everything- the kiss, the hold, the emotions, the heat- all intensified the longer you kept going. It was getting messy and rough. Eddie had locked you in between him and the bookcase. You could feel him all over you. His hair tickling your face, his cold rings on your skin, his clothes pressing into you, his— fuck, he was huge. You could feel him against your thigh, no hiding it.

‘Fuck, I’ve been thinking about this the whole week.’ He breathed against your neck. ‘Haven’t stopped thinking about you.’ You would have told him the same if you could form an entire sentence. It was hard to concentrate daily when you had the memory of his touch plague you every day, and everything around you at your job was a heavy reminder.

‘Need… I need you, Eddie,’ you gasped out as he kissed your neck, right on the spot that made your knees go weak. ‘Please.’

‘Hmm, need you too, sweetheart.’ He was roaming his hand over your bare thigh underneath your skirt. Sometimes you wondered if anyone around had noticed that you really only wore them on days of Eddie’s library visits. Perhaps Eddie hadn’t picked up on that specifically, but he certainly enjoyed your style. ‘Drive my fucking wild in these short skirts of yours.’ The words rolled out of his mouth as he began unzipping his jeans. ‘Look so fucking good.’

‘Thank you,’ you moaned, giggling about how giddy you felt that he was complimenting you while preparing to thrust his dick in you. It was all so silly, so stupid. You were doing something incredibly risky, most likely illegal, but you couldn’t care one bit. All you could think about was how good he made you feel. How happy you felt with him.

‘C’mere,’ Eddie groaned, pulling you up by your thighs, holding you against the shelves. Luckily, they were pretty sturdy, bolted to the ground, so his force pushing you against them barely mattered. On you, however, it was another story.

‘Oh, fuck,’ you whimpered, trying to stay quiet at the feeling of him inside you. After letting you adjust quickly, he started thrusting in you hard and deep. The way he was moving against you, it made your whole body shake. You could feel your glasses slip down your nose. In the haze of it all, you had forgotten to take them off but were about to do so– when Eddie interrupted.

‘No, keep them on.’ He kissed your cheek.

‘Why?’ you didn’t see a reason for them.

‘Want you to see me fucking you.’ His smile was airy. ‘Besides, it’s hot as shit. The way you get so messy for me. And your hair,’ he punctuated each sentence with a deep thrust. One of his hands brushed some of your hair out of your face, ‘I wish I could take a picture of you right now. Would cum to it like every day.’

‘Gross.’ You joked, and in return, Eddie grazed his teeth over your collarbone, nipping at your skin slightly.

‘Calling me gross as if you’re not getting fucked in the middle of the library.’ Eddie’s smile was contagious. As he continued, your glasses were falling again, but he quickly pushed them back over the bridge of your nose. ‘You’re fucking filthy, sweetheart.’

‘I’m–’ you gasped as he went deeper.

‘Yeah, baby?’

‘I’m– I’m close, Eddie.’ You tried to whisper as best as you could, biting down on any noises that could be heard from afar.

‘Mmm, I know, you’re so tight. So perfect.’ he moaned through his last hard thrusts. You could feel your climax coming, knew how it would come, and quickly hid your face in the nape of his neck to muffle your scream of pleasure as it washed over you. Eddie rode it out with you, only moments behind.

He held you briefly, letting you come down and stabilise your breathing. You smiled at eachother sheepishly and kissed deeply once more. There was nothing else to say.

Eddie pulled out, the emptiness hitting you immensely. It was a strange sensation, and you still didn’t feel quite yourself as your feet touched the ground again. But Eddie’s hands stayed on you for stability.

‘You’re a dream, sweetheart. Just… unbelievable.’

Eddie brushed the loose strands of hair from your face again while you readjusted your glasses. There was nothing else to say.

Now came the awkward part where you timed your exit from the aisle and hid the guilty sex-glow look on your face.

It was a slow day at the library, so no one awaited you at the front desk. You took your place and tried to shake off all your emotions, and it worked for the most part, except for the giant smile. That you just could not get rid of.

It was still there when Eddie returned to you twenty minutes later, now accompanied by a new stack of books.

‘Found everything you were looking for?’ You asked as you took the books from him.

‘That and more.’ He leaned his elbows on the wood, grinning like an idiot. You had to tell yourself not to look at him, or you would get lost in those big brown eyes.

‘I’m happy to hear that.’ You stamped the date into all the books and returned them to Eddie. ‘Here you go.’

‘Thanks, sweetheart.’ Eddie grabbed them under his arm. ‘Same time next week?’ He winked. Once, the words really were only meant for this little exchange. That had been all you were looking forward to—the small chat at the desk. Back then, you would have never imagined the things you would get up to with the metalhead in the barely visited sections of the library.

‘See you, Eddie.’ You shook your head, still smiling, of course. And that was that. There was nothing else to say.

At least, there wasn’t before. All those other times, that really would have been it. Eddie would have walked away, and you would have watched him do so while already awaiting his comeback. Yet this time…

This time, Eddie stayed in his place.

‘Can I… help you with anything else?’ You raised a brow.

‘Uhh–’ Eddie cleared his throat. ‘Yes. Yes, you could. See if I have these… these two tickets for this thing— a concert… and see, I have no idea what to do with this second one, so maybe you could help me with that.’ He spoke fast and like he was stumbling over an uneven pavement instead of words, but you followed it nonetheless.

‘Concert?’ You asked.

‘Yes.’ He expanded with the name of a band you had never heard of before. ‘This weekend.’

You thought for a moment, or at least pretended to, as you already knew your answer. ‘I might have a friend who would be interested in taking that ticket off you.’

‘Any chance this friend of yours wears cute glasses, short skirts and works at my favourite spot in the city?’

‘She just might.’ You bit the inside of your cheek.

‘Then it’s deal, sweetheart,’ Eddie slammed his hand on the table in excitement, then immediately cringed at the noise he made. That same noise seemed to have awakened a quick realisation in him: ‘Wait, we were talking about you, right?’

‘Yes, Eddie. I would love to go to the concert with you.’ You rolled your eyes at the needed clarification.

‘Cool, just checking. Great.’ he started walking away now. ‘Great. I’ll pick you up– wait; I don’t even know where you live.’

‘You can pick me up here.’

‘Do you live at the library?’ he asked quickly, and you were sure he was being serious.

‘No, Eddie, I do not, but I work weekends too. But you can bring me back to my place afterwards. Stay the night, maybe?’ Was that too much too quickly? You started to panic for a second, thinking you took it too far, but then Eddie replied, repeating his previous words.

‘It’s a deal, sweetheart.’

the end

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sacredindigos · 1 year

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i say this as an el stan. a hardcore el stan. and i am able to say this bc i know how to admit when a character i love does some not so nice things. just keep that in mind.

el is not a good girlfriend to mike.

sure she puts his pictures up in her shrine and whatever. but those are miniscule things in a relationship. those are just flashy little things you do for show. but when you dig deeper into their relationship and look at things like how they connect emotionally, their overall behavior towards each other, how they communicate, accountability, and etc .... el falls just as short as mike does in those categories. maybe even more for some of them.

i mean like with the accountability thing. at least mike attempts to apologize to el when he fucks up. el on the other hand has hurt mike but has never apologized or attempted to apologize to him.

for instance, she broke his trust in s3 and invaded his privacy when she spied on him. and instead of apologizing when he was clearly upset about it, she just played it off as something she was allowed to do bc "she makes her own rules." making her own rules is totally fine and an important lesson she learned from max, but not when it comes at the expense of other people's feelings and privacy. and that is what happened. she didn't take mike's feelings or privacy into consideration at all and she got away with thinking what she did was ok. and then in s4 she consistently lied to mike for 6 months straight. and he was mad and hurt when he found out she lied to him for 6 months out of their relationship and she wasn't actually the person she was said she was. and yet she never apologized for that either. when he politely tried to figure out why she had lied to him and he apologized for how he treated her, she spun all the focus onto him and started grilling him abt how he never says he loves her. which yes is something she should have done bc that was clearly an issue between them, but that could have waited til after she apologized to him. mike deserved an apology for that as well. they both should have apologized but mike was the only one who ended up saying the words "im sorry." that isn't ok. relationships take accountability and effort on both sides !!

mike's "apologies" to el are definitely not perfect and they have their issues. like a lot of issues. but at least he tries. he makes an attempt at apologizing to her and fixing things between them. el doesn't. she has never really made an attempt to make things better between them when they are having issues (that they both cause). she just pushes all the blame onto mike and all the pressure of fixing things onto him. and she's never apologized to mike for her mistakes that have upset him or taken accountability.

i think it just shows us that mike is really the one who cares more abt their relationship and puts in more effort. el definitely does not care as much as he does (granted, i don't think he cares for the right reasons but that is for another day) or puts in as much effort to fix their relationship. mike ends up having to do it all and that isn't fair to him. mike deserves better than that, despite what the people who think his character revolves around el think.

el is a bad girlfriend to mike just like mike is a bad boyfriend to her. not enough people want to acknowledge that.

#anti mlvn #anti mileven #byler #byler tumblr #stranger things

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theeoriginals · 4 months

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ok but what about werewolf!reader who is protective over tyler lockwood since mason died, and she's at senior prank night when klaus turns tyler. i imagine klaus being curious about her bc he hasn't seen or met her since she doesn't hang around elena & co. bc of what they did to mason. love u and thank you for blessing us with all these requests!!

i think i want you | klaus mikaelson

klaus mikaelson x reader (no y/n!)

author's notes; sorry this took a while!! holidays got the best of me and i've been so busy. i hope u like this!! go check out my klaus fic on wattpad for more content :) link on my masterlist

warnings; mentioned violence & death but nothing explicit. this is genuinely just a lot of fluff, and only a tiny bit of angst. I like writing klaus being straight up infatuated so enjoy

She’s heard of him. Klaus Mikaelson. Not only is he an Original, but he’s the worst of them. He’s a mystery, a myth of a man. The hybrid. The only one of his kind, and he’s trying to make more. He’s trying to become a god of his own making. He’s a terrifying beast, even in their world of monsters. He is the monster beneath your bed, he is the boogeyman that you see in the shadows of alleyways and glimpses out of the corner of your eye.

When she meets him for the first time, she expects something out of a fairytale, she supposes. It was unintentional, the image of him she had in her head, but she’s heard of this fabled man her whole life as a warning of what can happen if you grow lonely in this life.

She figured if she ever met Klaus Mikaelson, it’d be the first and only time. There weren’t many stories based on people’s personal interactions with him for a reason. If he bothered to pay you a personal visit and not just send one of his cronies out to deal with you, it probably meant you wouldn’t be seeing another day.

But instead of that, instead of meeting her demise at the hand of the infamous man for some offense she most likely didn’t even mean to do, she meets him in the high school gym in Mystic Falls, Virginia.

She meets him, and he’s just a man.

He’s a terrible man, no doubt, but just a man. She is perhaps wrongfully unafraid of him because of this. It most likely doesn’t bode well for her, because even though he looks just as human as the rest of them, she doesn’t doubt those stories about him are all real, and likely worse than the retellings.

But she was raised with a pack that taught her to be unafraid in the face of death, and even though she doesn’t have that pack anymore because of men just like Klaus Mikaelson, she wants Tyler to know the security and safety of it just as she had.

She does not flinch when he looks her way, and resists the urge to rip his head off of his shoulders when he snaps Tyler’s neck and puts Bonnie on a timer for finding a way to bring him back to life as a hybrid.

She knows she can’t win a fight against him, so she doesn’t fight back, not even as he forces Tyler to drink the doppelgänger’s blood and turns him into a hybrid. A half-dead, half-wolf thing that her pack would likely call him an abomination for. It’s a very dark, comforting thought to her that they aren’t around to condemn Tyler to the ends of the earth for something that was entirely out of his control.

She knows Tyler is frightened of her doing that, just by the way he looks at her. He learned from Mason and herself that there’s a sense of loyalty to their kind, and that vampires are an inherent enemy. Even his relationship with Caroline would be enough to get him shunned from most werewolf communities at this point. Though, even Mason himself didn’t take that into consideration considering his relationship with one of the doppelgängers.

After everything is said and done that night, she takes Tyler home without saying a single word to Klaus. Anything she wants to say will get her killed, and Tyler needs her more than ever now, so she can’t get ahead of herself.

Tyler sheds rare tears in the privacy of his home. He tells her he’s terrified right now because of the fact that a part of him is technically dead now, and that he’s never felt like a monster about being a werewolf until now.

She does her best to comfort him, but it doesn’t help much. She doesn’t know what he’s feeling right now and they both know it. If the circumstances were any different, she’d probably think he was the new enemy.

He falls asleep eventually and she leaves him be, heading to her temporary room in the Lockwood mansion. She falls asleep looking at the moon just outside her window, thinking about how she was just a little disappointed in the fact that Klaus Mikaelson is just a man.

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The next time she sees Klaus Mikaelson, it’s in the tea room in the Lockwood house. He somehow looks even more underwhelming in this place, despite its grandiosity. She doesn’t know why or when she’s going to stop feeling so disappointed in the fact that if she didn’t know any better, she could’ve walked past him on the street without even looking his way.

He’s there for Tyler, she knows, but Carol’s playing her role of oblivious hostess, and now she’s left to entertain him while Carol goes and handles a small, mayoral emergency.

Carol leaves them with a charming smile, winking her direction, and she ignores the older woman pointedly.

“I don’t think I got your name the other night at the school,” Klaus says, tilting his head as he looks at her. “I’m not usually so rude, but the stakes were high and I ran out of patience. You know how it is.”

She narrows her eyes, shaking her head a bit. “A thousand years old and you haven’t worked on your patience? Maybe your priorities are a little skewed,”

Klaus’s eyes flash with danger, but she swears she sees amusement in the smirk that pulls at his lips. It sparks that flint inside of her that likes to push and push, just to see the breaking point. She’d tried to deny it, but it only takes the smallest moment for that desire to set its sights on Klaus Mikaelson, even though pushing him could mean death. Her curiosity was a fatal flaw in itself, she knows.

“My only goal in life has been to break this curse,” He says, leaning forward to sit the cup of tea Carol had brought him on the table in between them, the only obstacle stopping him from lunging for her and snapping her neck before she could even blink. She wonders if he’s even aware of all the ways he could kill her, just by looking at her in this mundane setting. She doesn’t know if she actually wants an answer to that, though. “And now I’ve done that. I think a thousand years of this has proven I have nothing but patience.”

She hums, acknowledging the fact that he was right. She couldn’t imagine being in his shoes, waiting a thousand years to break a curse that kept you from being who you are. Even now, knowing that the Sun and the Moon curse was fabricated in order to help Klaus break the only curse– his curse– when it comes down to it, she can’t blame him for his insistence.

But she thinks about Tyler and how frightened he was, and she can’t stop the annoyance that builds in her all over again, so any bit of understanding washes away like sand beneath the rising tides.

She shrugs, unwilling to vocalize the depth of her understanding, as miniscule as it may be. “Still, choosing a hormonal teenage boy as your first hybrid probably wasn’t the smartest decision, wouldn’t you say?”

Klaus narrows his eyes at her and she stubbornly sits still, unwavering beneath his prolonged, burning stare. “You’re protective of him. I understand why you wouldn’t like me. But I’ve just made him the strongest creature he could ever be. He won’t need you, or any other pack he might have been clinging to before this.”

And this, she thinks, is the biggest indicator to why she’s not properly afraid of this man before her. It’s not just because he looks unfortunately normal, spare his admittedly beautiful face, or that he’s yet to truly focus any of his true capabilities of danger in her direction. It’s that, at the end of the day, Klaus Mikaelson is just as human as the rest of them are. Because no matter how long you live, or what kind of creature you are, everyone gets lonely.

“On the contrary,” She says, blinking slowly as she scans his face. “Tyler needs me now more than ever. And any pack would be lucky to have him around. That’s the whole point of a pack. You know that you’re never alone, no matter what happens.”

To a degree, she knows that’s a lie. There are plenty of packs out there that will banish Tyler and any other hybrid that is made in the coming months because of the rivalry between the creatures that the hybrids are made of. But she also knows that for every pack that will turn them away, there’s one that won’t. There’s always someone, even if it’s just one person, and she’s willing to be that person for Tyler, or for any other hybrid that goes through the loss of their pack.

“It’s a shame you’ve never known what that’s like,” She says, leaning forward to set her own cup of tea down, a mirror of his actions a moment ago. “Unwavering loyalty and trust, and a sense of family that never goes away. You may think that Tyler has no one, but I will always be here for him, just as I was his uncle.”

Something defensive passes through his face and he stands abruptly, making her tilt her head back to maintain eye contact with him.

Klaus leans down into her space, and they glare at each other with a surprising amount of vitriol that neither one of them feels is even genuine.

“You can cling to your idea of family all you want, but it won’t change the fact that Tyler isn’t just a werewolf anymore. And as much as you may want to deny it, you can’t help him anymore just like you couldn’t help his poor uncle,”

He stands upright again, looking at her almost accusingly. “But since it’s causing no harm to me, I suppose there’s no real reason to make you give up this desperate mission. I wish you the best of luck, dear, truly,”

He doesn’t wait for a response from her before he leaves, and after her initial anger and embarrassment wears off, she realizes he never even talked to Tyler like she assumed he came here to do in the first place.

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Mystic Falls has never felt like a smaller town. She’s never run into someone so many times when all she wants to do is avoid them.

It’s like all of the sudden, since that very first night she saw Klaus Mikaelson, he’s everywhere. He’s in Tyler’s house, because the newly-made hybrid suddenly worships him. He’s in her dreams. She can’t escape him.

Even now, sitting in a corner booth at the Mystic Grill, he’s suddenly there, sitting across from her like an old friend catching up for lunch.

Immediately, her face twists in disgust. “Klaus.”

He smiles in the face of her adversity, and says her name with a fondness of unknown origins. She almost feels insane, looking at him with any degree of civility.

“What do I owe this visit to?”

“I’m curious about something and I’m hoping you’ll humor me,”

“Interesting start,” She huffs, taking a sip of her drink beside her. “What on earth could you possibly be curious enough about that you have to ask me?”

“You, of course,”

She swallows roughly, nearly choking as she looks at him in surprise. “Me?”

The hybrid nods, smirking at her reaction.

“What… What do you want to know about me?”

He leans forward on the table, looking at her as she suddenly avoids his eyes, unwilling to admit that she’s feeling heat rise in her chest. “Why is it you aren’t banding together with those bumbling idiots to get rid of me, hm?”

“Oh,” She breathes out, face turning solemn for a moment as she looks down at the tabletop. “I don’t– I don’t have any reason to want to get rid of you, really. I don’t necessarily like you, but you haven’t hurt Tyler in any permanent way so… I guess I’m just not really worried about it.”

When she finally meets Klaus’s gaze again, there’s something shocked and unexpectedly warm in his blue eyes that makes her own soften.

“Is it really that simple?”

She falls silent for another moment, picking nonsensically at her nails. “They killed my friend.”

She looks back up at him, sighing. “Mason Lockwood. Tyler’s uncle. He came here because of Katherine– she was looking for the moonstone so she could break that stupid curse that you made up. And they killed him for it,” She shakes her head, anger seeping into her voice. “They’re irrational. And if I’ve learned anything about this life, it’s that being irrational gets people killed.”

Klaus hums lowly. “You are right about that.”

Heaving a heavy sigh, she looks up at him, eyes wide and pleading. “What do you want from me, Klaus? I’m not picking sides here– I’m going to protect Tyler until it kills me, and that’s all. So what do you want from me?”

He observes her for a moment and she doesn’t falter beneath his stare, if only out of spite.

“Perhaps,” He starts. “I just want to know you.”

Something fragile breaks on her face and she shows just a little bit more of that vulnerability to him in this new space between them. “What’s so interesting about me that Klaus Mikaelson wants to know me?”

His eyes search her face, lost. “I don’t know yet. I’m hoping you’ll let me find out,”

She lets out a breath, quiet, and admittedly flattered.

A smile pulls at her lips, bashful in a way she isn’t used to. She allows it to spread across her face and beneath Klaus’s gaze, she feels like a blooming rose being adored. It makes her feel things she’s nowhere near ready to admit to herself, or anyone else. “I think we can work something out.”

Klaus’s returning smile takes her breath away. It feels new, and wonderful.

#klaus mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries fanfiction #kol mikaelson #the originals #fic recs #tvd klaus #klaus x reader #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson fanfiction #klaus mikaelson fanfic #damon salvatore #elena gilbert #tyler lockwood

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kitty-meowskers · 17 days

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AVENTURINE RAMBLE ALERT!!!

tw: suicidal tendencies/ideation? let me know if i should add anything because im not used to needing to add this stuff- im usually goofy abt him but ive been thinking about this for a while now

aventurine puts quite the emphasis when he tells us that he doesn't make deals he can lose

yet he doesn't seem to hesitate to risk his life, doing it willingly even, like in the final victor light cone where it was down right unnecessary

sorry pal but no sane man would do that, it's almost like he craves to 'lose' one of these gambles, like dying would be a kind of victory in and of itself.

and in a way, taking his backstory into consideration, it does kind of make sense...? he doesn't have anything to live for other than being the sole survivor of the massacre. he was bought as a slave because he was lucky enough to survive. he climbed the ranks because he was lucky enough to win the bets he made, the bets he made in hopes of regaining his freedom. but at some point it wasn't about regaining his freedom anymore. even as one of the stonehearts, all he is is a chip for the ipc. and he's accepted it.

he cant get out of the system (unless he dies) and he's accepted that he's just a tool. it's even mentioned in his first meeting voiceline.

"Your humble servant Aventurine at your disposal, just a cog in the machine called the IPC's Strategic Investment Department. Nevertheless, I can also play the role of friend if needed"

(wow promoted from slave to servant)

before the thrill of the gambles was 'If i win this, i'll finally have a little more freedom' but now it's are 'if i lose this, i'll lose it all' (a part of me considers that this is where kakavasha became aventurine)

he's a coward in his own way to me. i think the majority can agree that this man is suicidal (HE FUCKING ATTEMPTED MULTIPLE TIMES JUST TO 'CHECK' IF YOU COULD ACTUALLY DIE IN THE DREAMSCAPE WTF??) but he's suicidal in the way that although he does want to end his life, he's too scared to do it directly by his own hands.

but also perhaps it's not just fear. as the only avgin left he also feels the burden of making sure his people don't just 'go extinct' (for lack of a better word). his family put so much faith in him before they left. would it really be ok for him to give up like that?

(side note: he mentioned before he didnt really appreciate the rain. perhaps the two are related?)

so instead, comparable to a person who stops checking for cars before crossing the road, he gambles, willingly risking his life, in hopes that his luck will eventually run out by itself...

i love him guys. i promise.

#i feel like i just typed out a whole loadda nonsense #i hope this wasnt too serious or anything...#i feel oddly bad abt posting this #babbles #hsr #honkai star rail #aventurine #hsr aventurine #aventurine hsr #badly written char analysis?#star rail #kakavasha

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layla4567 · 6 months

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Awful things to you...

Pairing: TVA!Loki x Variant!fem!reader

Summary: You are a variant and the TVA pursues you tirelessly until they find you. Loki will be in charge of interrogating you and you are not sure if that is a reward or a punishment.

Warnings: Based on episode 2 of the second season, smut, slightly dom loki, good cop and bad cop dynamic (loki is bad cop obviously), reader being a lil brat, slightly choking(?, hair pulling, fingering with clothes, sex with clothes/hook up idk.

WC: 3.4k

You were sitting in the middle of the room in an uncomfortable, small seat that didn't even have a backrest. You looked at the ceiling bored while the warm, yellowish lights hit you squarely in the face. It seemed like you were in some kind of madhouse with a completely empty, windowless orange room with a solid oval iron door in front of you. Your clothing wasn't comfortable either, the baggy jumpsuit of a horrible beige color made you look like a prisoner (although technically you were) and that uncomfortable and annoying necklace they had put on you was starting to make you itch. You placed a finger between the skin of your neck and the material of the collar, trying in vain to push it away a little but it kept squeezing. You were just grumbling when two people entered the room. One was a man with gray hair and a mustache with an affable and good-natured appearance, his partner who was taller, had somewhat longer and black hair combed back. They both wore brown uniforms with matching ties.

"Well, well, well. Finally someone comes to visit me, I was getting bored"-you said cheekily

The gray-haired man came a little closer with an easy and graceful step towards you without stopping smiling.

"Well, sorry, we were a little busy."-He answered, laughing at his own joke.

You simply stared at him and grunted something, narrowing your eyes and nodding indifferently, the other tall man came closer to be next to his friends. An awkward silence settled between the three of you so the first man decided to break that silence.

"Oh but where are my manners? We haven't even introduced ourselves, I'm Agent Mobius and he's my partner Loki."-He said pointing to himself and then to his friend.

"And I suppose you already know my name"- you said with irritating irony.

"Yes, and that's why we're here."-said the one called Loki

"Oh so you know how to talk after all"-you pretended to be surprised

Loki sighed and was tempted to roll his eyes but he simply restrained himself, as Mobius knew that his companion was someone somewhat irascible, he continued speaking for him.

"Well there's no reason to be so rude, look we brought you here because you committed something on your sacred line that created a ramification"

You interrupted him, closing your eyes and waving a hand in front of him, fed up with his rant.

"I'm sorry but I'm not understanding you shit"

"In short, you did something you shouldn't have and we brought you here to keep you from causing more problems."

You turned laughing sarcastically to see Loki as you frowned.

"So now I'm locked up and watched by two kinds of babysitters?"

"I wouldn't say it like that-"

"This is stupid"- you exalted -"I want to leave, let me get out of here"-you demanded

You stood determined to push them out of your way and get out the door when Loki, who was considerably taller than you, stood in front of you, blocking the door and placing his hands on your shoulders, stopping you.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

You sighed in annoyance, you weren't afraid of him or Mobius but you weren't stupid, they were two against one and you weren't sure if you would be able to take down Loki.

"Ugh fine, what do you want from me then?"

"We want to know what you did or rather why you did it"-Mobius said placing his hands behind his back.

"I thought you knew that, since you know me so well."-You rolled your eyes, putting your hands on your hips.

"We'd rather it come out of your mouth, ok?"

Loki narrowed his eyes and you looked at him out of the corner of your eye and up and down, contemplating whether to say what you know or not. After a few seconds of silence you clicked your tongue.

"Alright, how about I tell you a story, shall I? Once upon a time there was a pretty, intelligent girl who got tired of living in misery and, let's say, one day she innocently stole a diamond ring so she could sell it. Until two couple of weirdos came and captured her. The end"

"Did you like the story?"-You smiled sarcastically as you blinked your eyelashes innocently, making a kind of pout.

"I think you're a great storyteller."

Mobius always tried to make a joke with that smile on the verge of being a laugh, but you looked at him with the seriousness of a wax statue, somewhat uncomfortable, he stopped smiling and fell silent.

Loki took the lead

"The point is that now we need to know what you did with that ring, obviously you hid it because you didn't have it with you"

"Good deduction Sherlock, you surprise me."

Your poisonous sarcasm never left your throat and was beginning to make Loki impatient, who closed his eyes and took a deep breath. You were just having fun watching him lose his temper. Mobius, as a good-hearted man, tried to see things from all possible perspectives.

"Look y/n, I understand, okay? You must be feeling frustrated and confused, two agents take you from where you were and take you to a strange place and you don't understand what's happening! I really understand, but right now we have more urgent matters and we really need you to tell us where you hid it"

You looked at him, narrowing your eyes, trying to suppress a smile. Unfortunately, appealing to empathy is not going to make you give in. Your lips will be sealed

"I'm sorry…I think I forgot. Also, if you have more urgent matters then I would recommend that you take care of them first."

You smiled mischievously as Mobius lowered his head and sighed in defeat, Loki looked at him.

"Ok I give up, Loki it's your turn I'll go eat a pie"

Loki nodded and smiled. Now that he had his partner's approval, Loki felt freer to question you. Before Mobius left through the door, he approached Loki and whispered.

"Be gently"

After patting him on the back, he trotted off and walked out the door, looking happier. Now Loki was staring at you with hypnotizing green eyes, he had raised his chin a little and looked menacing.

"Good, how about we start on the right foot? I'm just warning you that I won't be as patient as my partner."

His guttural voice echoed in the room and its bounce off the walls reached your ears from different places, it seemed as if there was more than one Loki speaking to you, you shivered a little, hoping he wouldn't notice.

"I already told you that I don't remember where I left the ring."

"Oh that's a pity"

To your surprise, Loki was smiling and looking down at you with his hands clasped in front of him. There was something elegant yet intimidating about him. The way he moved or the way he spoke, he did it with Shakespearean grace. Slowly he began to approach you

"You know? Maybe you don't know who I am but I am known for being the god of mischief and for having done terrible, horrible things to many people."

With each thing he said, he took a step and got closer, until he was so close to you that you had to lean back slightly until you almost fell out of your chair and looked at him completely from below with your neck tense, his haughty and threatening presence looming upon you like the shadow of the grim reaper. His head covered the light coming from the ceiling spotlight, making an interesting contrast. Now seeing him against the light, the shadows sharpened Loki's face, framing his perfect nose and jaw, the light seemed to want to stay away from him as if he were someone who belonged to the darkness. You swallowed, intimidated.

"And believe me, I will have no mercy or fear in doing all those terrible and awful things…to you"

His voice was almost a whisper, so low and sounding grave and hoarse, it made you feel things, things that were better not to say. You didn't know why, but those threats didn't provoke fear in you, but rather the opposite. It was hot. Trying to sound casual you said

"Uhh scary man.."

Your voice was almost inaudible almost like a whisper but you managed to try to smile cheekily as some kind of flirt. Loki didn't seem fazed, instead he laughed airily, widening his Cheshire cat smile. And he began to walk around you like a vulture, making his shadow grow that enveloped you like a heavenly or demonic mantle.

"You have guts, I like that. You would have been a great ally in my troops"

Now Loki's voice was close to your ear in the back, whispering to you as he didn't stop spinning.

"But be careful what you say, a slip of the tongue and it could cost you dearly"

With everything he said, added to the fact that his breath tickled your ear from behind, he made you clench your legs and make your body rigid while you held your hands to the seat.

"What's wrong? Don't tell me the cat got your tongue."

Now his laugh was tickling the right side of your cheek as you could feel his green eyes nearby penetrating your face looking into your eyes and mouth.

"Come on, let me hear your sweet voice one more time, I want to know what you have to say."-Loki said, narrowing his eyes for a second and smiling mockingly, but his words sounded like a demand.

"I…I uhm.."

"Oh so the cat did get your tongue anyway"

You cursed inside, biting your lips and frowning, you were behaving stupidly, you couldn't even say a word. Suddenly Loki grabbed your hair, intertwining his fingers and pulling it back slightly, surprised you let out a moan as you placed a hand on his trying to remove it from your hair.

"We can do this all day darling, but at some point you're going to have to start talking, don't you think?"

Loki was still behind you to have easier access to your hair, and he never let go of it. His face was close to your right side and his lips brushed the skin of your ear as he spoke. Without warning his lips collided with the top of your jaw. He wasn't leaving kisses or anything like that but the simple touch of his soft lips running over and caressing your face made you melt.

"You're not going to say anything yet, huh? Bad for you."-He said with his open mouth resting on your cheek.

Loki pulled your hair a little more and placed wet kisses on your jaw, tracing the curve of it. Loki sighed and grunted, panting lightly as if this turned him on too. You bit your lips hard, suppressing your moans.

"You have beautiful, silky skin, but this ugly necklace bothers me greatly."

Loki took something out of his pocket and pressed a button that deactivated the collar and it fell to the ground with a thud. Satisfied now Loki began to kiss and suck on your neck moving your head to the side to have more access. Loki seemed like a thirsty vampire and you his poor victim. You began to thrash as you spread your legs, placing one hand between them to grab the edge of the small seat and unconsciously grinding your hips.

"L-loki..stop..please"-moaning brokenly

"Oh now do you want me to stop? And what is that movement in your hips?"-he mocked shamelessly

You closed your eyes in shame, feeling your cheeks heat up as you tried to stop your hips and dug your nails into the seat.

"That's simple, if you want me to stop then tell me what you know"

Loki growled in your ear as his tongue probed the skin of your neck near your jaw, licking you like ice cream. At this point you could no longer control your moans and you writhed, eager to touch him, to place your hands on his hair as he did with yours.

"Are you sure you want me to stop?"

"NOoo.."

You whimpered as a plea, opening your mouth. Loki assumed you would say that so he let your hair go and stood in front of you. He easily lifted you from the seat, when you stood up your thighs were trembling and you were panting. Loki sat on the small round seat and spread his legs, patting his lap inviting you to sit on it. You blushed and couldn't move a muscle so he grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you to wrap your legs around his waist, sitting facing you with your eyes fixed on his. Loki placed his large hand on your cheeks, squeezing them a little until he made you pout.

"You are being very unfair to me"

Loki's hand went down to your throat and he brought his mouth close to your ear.

"Will you still not tell me where you hid it?"

Loki looked at you and tightened his fingers a little around the grip on your neck, you shook your head.

"Good"-he smiled

Loki's hand left your neck and moved down your torso slowly and painfully, he seemed to take his time on purpose. With his delicate fingers he traced waves and spirals near your chest, from time to time his palm traveled to the side of your torso near the ribs and cupping your breasts, he even allowed himself to feel your erect nipples with his thumb and squeeze them mischievously as if they were buttons

"Loki!"-you gasped shakily.

"Do you like that, pet?"

You nodded without remorse, your eyes dilating in desire as a shiver ran down your spine. Loki continued to touch you elegantly, his two hands traveled to your waist and didn't stop there. They continued down to your lower belly and your mons, that's when you let out an involuntary moan as you retracted your hips.

Loki, delighting in the noises you made, narrowed his eyes, smiling sideways and tilting his head.

"What do you think now? Will you tell me where it is?"

You shook your head again, biting your lower lip trying to suppress your smile, you felt like a naughty girl about to be punished, it amused you. And Loki seemed to be amused too.

"Ok, don't say I didn't warn you."

Loki placed one hand on your lower back, slightly pulling you towards his body while his other hand was placed on your vagina, that touch made you gasp but more so when his middle and index fingers were placed at your entrance trying to push the fabric of your beige uniform. You couldn't help but squeal like a mouse.

"Oh.. delicious"

Loki rubbed your entrance with his fingers trying to uselessly put them somewhere, even so, his fingers felt your flesh and that gesture began to make you wet. Luckily the fabric of the clothing was light and did not loosen in that area so his fingers could touch your hungry and throbbing pussy without problems.

Again you pathetically began to move your hips hoping to feel more friction while your face buried in the crook of his neck drowning out your babbling and moaning. Loki's calmness was overwhelmingly annoying. You were desperate that he had control, rubbing your back with a strange tenderness contrasted with what his other hand was doing to your core, while he repeated to you to take a deep breath as if you were about to be vaccinated. How could he be so sweet and delicate and a horny pervert at the same time?

"You're doing well, but I'd like to know where the ring is, please."-he said mocking your desperate desires

You still had your face buried in the crook of his neck, muttering and gasping incomprehensible words.

"I'm sorry darling, I didn't hear you correctly, what did you say?"-Loki said as you pressed harder and deeper into your entrance.

"I don't know!"

You moaned sharply, quickly removing your face from his shoulder while you breathed with your mouth open, trying not to succumb to your carnal impulses but you couldn't grip his shoulders tightly as if your hands were pliers.

"What a naughty girl you are. Do you really like being punished? You'll be glad to know I'm not done yet."

Loki grabbed and dug his fingers into your mules, pulling you even closer to him and forcing you to bring your pelvis together and crash against his. You were wondering what he was going to do when suddenly he raised his hips and his bulge collided with your entrance. This drew another louder moan from you. Loki stood there watching your reaction in amusement.

"What a delight to hear you like that, pet"

Another bounce of his hip and you had to close your eyes and bite your lip to keep from letting out the growl that remained locked in your throat. You were practically sitting on his cock and you felt your core throbbing harder and harder until it started to hurt acutely, this was torture, but a pleasurable one. Loki moved his pelvis upward again, holding your hips and threw your head back, releasing a pitiful moan.

"I'll ask you one more time, don't exhaust my patience. WHERE.IS.IT?"

To emphasize his words, he collided his pelvis with yours again, this time more abruptly as he wrinkled his face. You dug your nails into his back and gritted your teeth, you could feel the tears gathering in your eyes.

"I.DON'T.KNOW"

Loki, on the other hand, seemed happy with that answer.

"Whatever you want"

Now without mercy, Loki ground his hips up and down, colliding with your entrance while your hands clung to the back of his neck and you pressed your chest against his. Your face was on his shoulder looking towards the door fearing that someone would come and find you in this embarrassing situation, you had no idea how much time had passed. Loki found his own rhythm going fast and without tiring, you accompanied him bouncing up and down accompanying his hips when he went up, they seemed like a harmonious wave. But they were far from harmony, you two were panting and you were a mess since he started touching you with his manly hands. your palms were sweating and your uniform was starting to stick to your body. When you thought that nothing could be worse, Loki began to kiss your neck again, this time leaving small bites, you closed your eyes tightly and gritted your teeth, feeling like you were losing your mind. Your hand finally gripped his hair tightly and you took revenge, being able to pull him back to which he grunted. This little Eden that had settled between the two of you and the room didn't seem like enough to you. It was just a false sense of pleasure, you really needed him inside you no matter how hard his cock was or how deep you sat on it, you couldn't take this anymore unless he really fucked you properly.

"Loki… I-I give up, I'll tell you... where it is…"-you said between moans and gasps.

"But we were having fun"

He laughed shamelessly as he stopped and let you get off his lap, when you did you could barely stand. You were breathing hard and your knees were bending about to hit the floor and you were all sweaty. Loki seemed a little better than you but you still noticed that the hair on his forehead was damp. Between broken words you kept your promise and gave him the information he wanted.

"See? It was not that difficult"-He said smiling as if nothing had happened while he caressed your cheek with a finger.

At that moment Mobius entered, smiling as always and with a can in one hand. Seeing them in such a pitiful state, his corners loosened a little and confusion appeared on his face.

"What did I miss?"

"Oh nothing, the interrogation was just fruitful"-Loki said while winking at you knowingly.

Mobius and Loki said goodbye to you while you continued standing trying to catch your breath and process what had happened. When the two of them closed the door behind you you could hear Mobius' somewhat muffled voice asking Loki: "Hey, why are you so sweaty? It looks like you ran a marathon."

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clementine-writes-things · 6 months

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hey! i saw your post about requests and maaaaybe you’ll be interested in my idea of snape sexting with his gf?🫣 i think he is a master of words and could write some smuttish hot letters/messages to his girl.

xoxo

Hooooooo boy, alright anon, buckle up! This is gonna be a bumpy ride, with my own little twist on it! I dedicate this smutshot to the girls, the gays, and Lana Del Rey...

Summary: You get a little cocky over the phone with your boyfriend Severus, and he decides to 'put you in your place'.

Contents: Smut with plot, strong language, dom!Snape, sub!reader, rough sex at the end, sir kink, professor kink, degradation, praise, and aftercare. Y/n uses she/her pronouns. Snape is like a sophisticated, romantic, and classy Dom in this and I LOVE it.

(Please be nice, I haven't written smut in a very long time so I might be rusty! Also, this was not edited or looked over, so there might be mistakes.)

Word Count: idfk I forgot to check and I'm not counting sorry bitches love u tho💗😍 definitely over 1k tho.

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Utterly, completely, wholeheartedly bored.

Bored.

So extremely bored.

A groan escaped your lips as you rolled over on your stomach, legs in the air. You rested your chin in your hand, grabbing the remote to the tv with the other. Mindlessly, you scrolled through the streaming platforms you had, hoping you'd find something interesting to watch.

You lay on the bed in your boyfriend and yours room, staring up at the ceiling, hoping that if you looked long enough something interesting would happen. Like, maybe, the textured details would turn into stars, twinkling in the dimly lit room. Or, maybe something would fall from the ceiling. It would suck, especially having to fix it, but at least you wouldn't be bored.

"It's October, maybe I should watch a horror movie..." You mumbled to yourself.

'Ding'

Placing the remote down, you turned your head to where your phone rested. Groaning, you got up and walked towards the night stand, unplugging your phone from its charger and smiling when you saw a text from your boyfriend.

Severus: Hello, darling. I am afraid I will not be home tonight at the time I promised. I have last minute papers I must grade.

Your nostrils flared as you closed your eyes in frustration.

You: Are you fucking serious? Severus, you've been coming home late almost every single day this month!

Severus: I know, darling. But, these things happen. It will be an hour at most.

You: Whatever, I don't care. Stay as late as you want.

You tossed your phone on your bed, running a hand through your hair. You knew it wasn't his fault, but it still irritated you. It felt like he didn't spend time with you lately. You really missed your boyfriend. All you wanted right now was a hug.

'Ding'

Sighing, you picked up your phone again. Tapping the notification, your screen changed to the conversation between you and Severus. However, you were caught of guard by what he had sent.

Severus: I hope you aren't getting an attitude with me, my love. Just because you're frustrated does not mean you get to act like a spoiled brat. I am not the one that decides when I stay late and how long. Your attitude is misdirected and I strongly suggest you change it before I get home.

Your eyes widened and your breath hitched slightly. Sitting down on the bed, you had an iron grip on your phone, eyes locked on the text he had sent. Tongue swiping across your lips, your mouth suddenly became dry. Would you dare and toy with him? You were extremely bored beforehand, and this sounded like it would be a lot of fun. You typed out a response.

You: Your suggestion has been taken into consideration and I've decided that I will not listen to it.

Severus: Oh? So, this is a game to you now, is it, my love? A fun little game to keep you entertained?

You: Maybe it is. Is there a problem with that, Severus?

Severus: There will be when I get home.

You: Ok, sure.

Suddenly, a video appeared. Severus had recorded a small video of him flexing his hand, the only lighting being that of the candles he had scattered about his office. The orange hues of the small fires highlighted the slightly visible veins on his hand, making them stand out more than they usually do. Your heart nearly skipped a beat. You thought you were toying with him. But, it turns out that it was the opposite.

You: Holy shit.

Severus: You are lucky I even sent that, I should be focusing on work. Or, would you like me to get home even later due to having to entertain you?

You: No! Please, get your work done. I want you to come home as soon as possible.

Severus: And why is that, my love? Are you truly that easy to arouse? Is my hand all it takes to make your heart swell, your breath hitch, your mouth water, your knees weak?

You: Fuck, Severus. Please, get home as soon as possible. I need you so bad. Please.

Severus: I will take my time with my work, darling. It is you who will have to be patient. You've already gotten yourself in trouble tonight, I suggest you don't push your limits.

You: Ok, I'll be patient. I promise.

Severus: That's my girl. I promise, when I get home I will fuck you like you so desperately want. Now, relax and rest until I get home. You're going to need it.

•••

You had been laying on your bed for the past 30 minutes. The whole time your stomach was in knots. You so badly wanted to touch yourself, it's not like Severus would know. But, you still decided against it. Even if you knew he wouldn't know, you still felt like he would find out. And you did not want to get in any more trouble. If you touched yourself while waiting for him, he might decide against fucking you.

'I need a distraction...'

You yawned, suddenly feeling tired. Though, it was no surprise to you. Last night you didn't get much sleep, if any. Stretching out your legs and arms, you nearly moaned at how good it felt. Glancing over at the alarm clock you had on your nightstand, you read the time.

'9:30 p.m'

You blinked, sleepily. He probably wouldn't be home for another hour. A little sleep wouldn't do any harm. After all, he said to rest because you would need it. Your eyes grew heavy as your head rested against your fluffy pillow. With one last yawn, you succumbed to the comfortable embrace of sleep.

Trudging along the sidewalk, he had finally reached the house he lived in with his girlfriend. Excitement filled his body as he pulled out his house key, which was attached to a lanyard y/n had got him as a joke. It was extremely feminine, which is why she got it as a joke. But, he still used it. He didn't care if he got weird looks because of it. It was soft pink with little white flowers on it. He had actually begun to grow rather fond of it. Any gift from his girlfriend, no matter what it was, he would always treasure.

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3rd Pov:

He swiftly unlocked the door, opening it and closing it behind him. Taking off the lanyard, he placed it in the bowl they had kept by the front door on a table in the corner. He slid his shoes off, sighing in relief as he felt the cool wood floor through his socks. Shrugging off his coat, he hung it on the coat rack and walked upstairs. Once he got the the bedroom door, he opened it carefully and smiled when he saw y/n. She lay curled up in a ball underneath a sea of blankets. He chuckled. She had taken 'get some rest' literally.

As he sat on the other side of the bed, she shifted. A low groan left her lips. He leaned over and planted a chaste kiss on her forehead, smiling to himself. Deciding to change into more comfortable wear, he got up and walked to their shared closet. He began to unbutton his shirt when he heard rustling and a slight murmur behind him. A smirk grew across his face.

"I know you are awake, my love. You're terrible at pretending to be asleep." He chuckled to himself.

She groaned, sitting up from her comfortable position on the bed. Stretching out her body, she turned around and faced Severus, noticing that he was just beginning to change his clothes. She shifted in place, already feeling lustful at the sight of him. She had missed him so dearly.

"You look rather comfortable.." He drawled, eyes running over her body.

It was only then did she remember what she was wearing. Even though it was October and the weather had begun to grow cooler, she still wore a pair of light purple sleep shorts and a thin soft yellow spaghetti strap tank top. The heat in their house was on and, as weird as it was, she liked the contrast the warm air had on her skin combined with the cold air from outside. Her nipples were slightly erect due the slight chill in the air.

Focus left her outfit as she returned it back to Severus. He stood before her, looking down at her with piercing dark eyes. A few of the buttons on his shirt were undone, revealing some of his collarbone. With a smooth movement, he reached out and took her chin gently into his hand, tilting it up to force her to look at him with his pointer finger, thumb softly caressing the side of her jaw.

"Tell me, my dear..." He started, his tongue slipping out the delicately lick his lips.

"Have you been good?"

Her heart nearly lept out of her chest, or at least, it tried to. Ever since she had first met Severus, she had always found his demeanor, his intimidating aura to be one of the hottest things ever. The way he looked so menacing, yet so kind on the inside, it was a powerful combination that made her insides churn and burn.

"Yes.." She said, breathlessly.

He rolled his eyes, crouching down to be level with her eye line. Tucking a strand of hand behind her ear, he swiped his thumb across her lips slowly.

"Speak up for me, darling. Have you been good?"

She nodded. "Yes, sir."

A low groan escaped his lips, enjoying the way that word rolled off her tongue. Like a music note that sent chills down his spine, he cherished it. Standing up, he moved to the edge of the bed and ran a hand through his untamed hair.

"I believe you darling, I know you've been good. I am so very proud of you. You demonstrated such patience tonight, and for that you will be greatly rewarded. But, one must not forget how you acted before. Therefore, you don't deserve to be fucked properly tonight. You will get my cock another night." He stated, very matter o' factly.

She groaned, preparing to protest. However, he bent over in one swift motion and grabbed her ankles, dragging her towards the edge of the bed. Bringing his hand up, he pressed his finger against her lips.

"I don't think you are in any place to complain or argue, love. I'm still going to treat you tonight, just not the way you wanted. We can't always get what we want, now can we darling?" The words rolled of his tongue so sickeningly smooth, like honey.

She nodded, deciding that ultimately, he was right.

"No, we can't. You're right, sir."

Releasing her from his grip, he allowed her to get comfortable on the bed as he stood back up. He began to unbutton the rest of his shirt, allowing it to fall off his body. His pale chest was illuminated faintly by the candles lit in the room, flickering gently.

"First, you will give me what I want. Then, I'll please you like you so badly crave. Are you okay with that, darling?" He asked, always wanting to make sure she was ok with things first.

She nodded, watching eagerly as he began to remove his belt. Eyes locked on the large bulge in his pants. He groaned softly as he removed his pants, kicking them off his feet swiftly.

"Come here, darling. On the floor right her- wait - grab a pillow, please."

She grabbed a pillow and brought it over to him. Taking it from her hands, he placed it on the floor in front of him.

"Kneel right there my love, yes, there you go. Comfortable?" He cooed.

She nodded and smiled, grateful that he wanted to make sure she wasn't in pain during this. His fingers ran through her hair, taking a piece of it and tugging on it lightly, smirking to himself as she let out a soft yelp.

"I'm always amazed by how beautiful you look like this, on your knees, waiting to please me. Do you feel beautiful, my love?" His eyes were brimming with lust and love.

Shrugging, she nodded, half-heartedly. A frown was plastered across Severus' face. He tutted, running his calloused thumb across her cheek.

"Well, that won't do, now will it? No. Don't worry my love, I'll make you feel beautiful. Just like you should feel. Now, be good and get to work, hm?"

His words made her shiver, always fascinated by how romantic he made their intimate moments. Even if they were intense and rough moments, he always managed to make it romantic and passionate. It tugged at her heartstrings and encapsulated her. Shaking out of her thoughts, she reached forward and palmed at the prominent bulge in his briefs. A hiss left his mouth, showing that he was already very sensitive down there. Hastily, she pulled his underwear down, his cock popping out and hitting his lower stomach.

"Don't tease me, love. I'm not in the mood for any games." He warned, and she knew better than to take that for granted.

Listening to him, she got right to work. Her hand found it's way around his shaft and began to pump up and down, thumb gliding over the tip, causing a soft groan to escape his lips. She dragged her tongue over the vein on the bottom of he shaft, the salty and bitter taste of skin and sweat gathering on her taste buds.

"That's it, keeping going honey. You're doing so good." Severus sighed.

His praise drove her crazy, making her relax her throat and take all of him in her mouth at once. She gagged on the length and winced as the tip slammed against the back of her throat. Once she adjusted to the size, her head began to bob up and down, tongue swirling around in a frenzy, not knowing if it was even causing any pleasure for her boyfriend. However, her speculations were thrown out the window when she felt him grip a handful of her hair and tug on it. She groaned, the vibrations traveling down his dick, making him groan as well. Her mind was clouded with lust and want, all she could think about was getting him to the point of pleasure he wanted, and she wanted as well. Bringing her hands up she started to softly grip his balls, rubbing them while continuing to guide his dick down her throat. The only sounds in the room were of her wet and muffled gags and his ragged breathing as he reached the precipice of his climax.

"Mmm, darling, I-I'm almost there. Keep going." He moaned softly, hand firmly planted behind her head.

Not even five seconds later, he had squinted his eyes closed, dick twitching in her mouth and let out a moan as he released himself down her throat. He quickly pulled out and left the room without a word. Y/n sat there on the floor, confused, cum dripping down her throat and her lips. Before she could state to question anything, Severus had come back. In hand was a damp washcloth and a glass of what looked to be juice. He knelt down, handing the glass to you as he used the washcloth to wipe the excess cum off her face. Once he was done, he placed the washcloth on the vanity across from him.

"Here, drink this. I don't care what people say about sex, it doesn't take a genius to know that cum does not taste pleasant." He commented, grabbing the glass of juice and holding it to her lips.

She titled her head back and opened her mouth slightly, letting the juice trickle into her mouth before she swallowed it. Relief washed over her body as the salty-thick feeling and taste of the substance went away. When Severus knew the taste had gone away, he placed the glass next to the washcloth. He bent over and picked y/n up, placing her gently on the bed. His face was still flushed, recovering from the orgasm he had just experienced.

"Are you ready darling?" He questioned.

Nodding, she smiled.

He tutted and traced his fingers delicately over her hips.

"I need words, darling."

He needed words, but his words alone were driving her crazy as it was. She could barely even speak, captivated by the man above her. The orange hues from the candles in the room illuminated his figure. He looked like an angel. A dark angel, with a warm soul.

"Y-Yes, Severus. I'm ready." Her voice was shaky, anxious for what was to come.

A smirk tugged at his lips as they trailed down her body, planting chaste kisses as they went. The warm and wet feeling of his tongue sent goosebumps down her skin as he dragged it down her naval.

"Does that feel good, my love?" He mused.

All she could do was gasp in response, as shortly after he hooked a finger under the waistband of her shorts and tugged on it, letting it slap back against her skin. Her reaction caused him to chuckle softly.

"Yeah? Sorry, tell me again, does it feel good?" He toyed with her.

His hands now fully pulled her shorts down, along with her panties, revealing her vagina to him. The shimmering glisten of her arousal was slathered all around her labia. Severus' eyes grew as he saw a small trickle trail down the curve of her ass. With his finger, he tossed the pair of panties to the side. A cruel grin grew on his face as he blew softly against her center, causing her to let out a soft whimper and her hips to buck. Instantly, Severus gripped her thighs with his hands and slammed them down.

"Darling, am I going to have to restrain you?" His voice was teasing, but his question was genuine.

She quickly shook her head.

"N-No, I'll be still, I promise." She pleaded.

He raised an eyebrow, not fully believing her.

"If I find you cannot remain still for your treat, then I will be forced to restrain you, my dear. You understand?"

"Yes, I understand, sir." She batted her eyes seductively towards him.

A low groan rumbled in his chest as he looked back down towards her dripping core. For a minute, he contemplated diving right in. Licking up her arousal and curling his fingers deep inside of her, watching her squirm. But, he stopped. Sitting up, he grabbed y/n's hand and placed it over her clothed breast.

"Darling, I want you to touch yourself. But, only your chest. Do you understand? I will be right back."

Without another word he left the room, yet again. A groan left y/n's throat, irritated how often he kept leaving. However, she listened to him and began to grope her chest. Although it wasn't that satisfying, it did manage to keep her aroused until he came back.

"I'm sorry dear, that's the last time I will leave. I promise." He apologized, sincerely before nestling himself between her legs again.

"I wanted to make sure my hands were clean before I touched you. I wouldn't be pleased with myself if my recklessness caused you to be in pain from a UTI or something of the matter." His tone was soft and caring, causing y/n's heart to melt.

"Oh, Severus, that's so kind of y-you...mmm.." She began to thank him, but was swiftly cut off by the feeling of his thumb pressed against her clit gently.

A low chuckle could be heard from Severus.

"Mmm, what was that, my dear?" He taunted.

Y/n gripped the headboard, wishing to keep her promise of not moving. She frowned.

"Severus, please, I want more than that!" She pleaded.

Rolling his eyes, he reached up and pinched her nipple roughly through her thin tank top. A yelp left her throat and her eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

"What the fuck!?"

"You will be patient, just like you were earlier. I said I would please you, and I am."

His thumb rubbed across her clit at an agonizingly slow pace, his pointer finger on his other hand lazily tracing around her labia. All the while, his breath wafted against her teasingly.

"Well, maybe if you did a better job I wouldn't be so impatient..."

Severus froze, unsure if he had heard her correctly. His eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched. The grip he had on her thighs had gotten stronger. Letting out a breath, he loosened his grip and climbed up, hovering directly over y/n.

"Are you really this immature, y/n? Acting out like a spoiled brat when you don't get your way? Hm? I suppose you think that was a clever thing to say, right?" His tone had grown darker, obviously fed up with how irritating y/n had been acting tonight.

"I-.. Um.." She trailed.

"Oh? Suddenly you're out of witty remarks? No comebacks?" He sneered.

She did not know what to say anymore, she did not think before she spoke. And now, she was going to pay the price. Roughly, she was brought out of her thoughts as she felt a calloused hand grip her throat, just tight enough to catch her attention.

"Yeah, not so mouthy anymore, hm? Can't sass me when I've got my hand wrapped around your throat, isn't that right?" He mocked.

A strangled whimper left y/n's throat, squirming underneath him. But, as soon as he had put his hand there, he had removed it. It caught y/n offgaurd for sure, leaving her confused.

"Right, I'm done playing games with you. You wanted to be pleased and that's what you're going to get. No more beating around the bush, no more of that bratty attitude, and no more sass."

Without another second to spare, he went right back between her legs and attached his mouth to her center, tongue instantly pushing inside. Y/n's hand instantly shot to his hair and gripped it tightly, arching her back slightly.

"Fuck! Severus!" She moaned.

He just groaned in response, muffled between her legs which he grasped firmly. The sound of him slurping up her arousal and deep groans filled y/n's mind. She was lost in the sensation, a cloud of lust and arousal filling up her stomach. His hand crawled up her stomach and slid underneath her tank top, roughly squeezing her breast. Y/n squirmed underneath him, the pleasure, although amazing, made her body writhe as a reflex.

Severus growled.

"Stay still!"

He hooked his arms underneath her legs, drawing them over his chest as he leaned forward, causing y/n's knees to press against her chest. Severus continued his frenzy against her core, lapping up all of her arousal. Her back arched even further, signalling that she was close. Instantly, Severus slid two fingers in, curling them up into her soft flesh. A loud and, rather pornographic moan, erupted from y/n's mouth. He chuckled against her skin, enjoying the effect he had on her.

"Yeah? You close? Oh, I bet you wanna cum so badly, hm? Is that what you want? Tell me what you want, darling."

His voice was so encouraging that it almost felt condescending in a way, most likely a mock at how she had once been so cocky and confident, and now she was writhing underneath him and whimpering.

"Y-Yes! Wanna cum, sir! Please.." She forced out, in a wispy breath.

"That's my girl.." He cooed.

With a few more curls of his fingers, her walls tightened around him and relaxed as her orgasm rushed through her. Severus attached his lips to her center, making sure to swallow every bit of her arousal. When he was satisfied, his head drew up, a string of saliva connected from her clit to his lower lip. Both of them were breathing heavily, and as Snape stood up he wiped the arousal off his chin with his thumb and licked it off.

"Stay right there, darling."

Going in the hallway, he grabbed another washcloth from the closet and ran it under the sink in the bathroom. Ringing it out, he made his way back to the bedroom and smiled when he saw y/n. She was trying to sit up, but was too sore to do so. Chuckling, Snape sat next to her and began to wipe down her inner legs, stomach, and anywhere else that needed to be cleaned. Once he was certain she was fully clean, he did the same to himself. Letting out a sigh, he climbed into the sheets next to his lover. He placed his chin on her shoulder, planting a kiss on her neck.

"Was I too rough, darling?" He asked, concern laced his voice.

She shook her head.

"No, you weren't. I'm sorry I was so..." She trailed.

"Infuriating?" He whispered lowly in her ear, sending chills down her spine.

Rolling her eyes she reluctantly agreed.

"Yes. Infuriating."

Severus wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her half naked body against his fully naked body. He rubbed a hand over her lower stomach, providing some comfort to the soreness.

"Well, next time you should just listen to me. If I tell you I'll please you, I will darling. I'd never leave you feeling uncared for."

She nodded.

"I know, Sev. I've just been a little frustrated lately. I feel like we don't spend quality time with each other anymore." She sighed.

"You're right, we don't. I'm sorry my work has been keeping me away. But, I'm always here darling. And when this hectic chaos at work is over, I'll make for all lost time. I'll never leave you. You understand that, right?"

She turned around to face him, smiling and eyes full of love.

"Yes, I understand. I love you, Severus."

"I love you too, y/n."

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icarlyspanishsubtitles · 2 months

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“shit, i didn’t mean to yell.” 💢

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warnings: kissing, argument, hurt/comfort, fluff, i’m a corny girl okay, cursing.

today was just, not a good day. one thing after another, things just started to make you feel shitty. you woke up to go get yourself tea or coffee, when you started the car you realized you stupidly forgot to fill up the gas yesterday. when you got home, your dumbass cat scratched up your blanket. after you decided to lay down on the couch, you tripped over your shoelaces and hit the corner of your table. after that, you stayed in your bed waiting for your boyfriend to come home.

he was always so considerate of you, always trying to make you laugh, or make you feel loved. he was the guy to give you little massages when you felt an ounce of stress, praise you for doing something simple as making the bed, being absolute husband material. once you heard the door rattling, all of those bad thoughts completely left. you decided to stay in bed trying to stop smiling as much as you were. you felt a little pathetic as you were composing yourself even though you saw your boyfriend 7 hours prior, butterflies could’ve rattled out of you if they tried.

alex came into the room, he barely mentioned a little, “hi” as he walked into the room immediately sitting at his desk. you were taken a bit back but thought “ok no big deal, he probably just is busy.. like always.”you get up wrapping your arms around his shoulders. surprisingly he takes my arms placing them back into your lap, squeezing your elbow before letting go. “not right now babe.” he looks over to me motioning to the computer, “kind of busy.” at that moment the confusion settled as hurt. you felt like you were being dramatic, but you just wanted to be cuddly after a shitty day.

“uhm sorry..is something wrong?”

he looks over at me a little annoyed, still trying too seem like himself. “babe. i need to get this done for the server okay? thank you.” he sternly scolded turning back to his computer. “alex cmon, a few minuets can’t hurt..” he rolls his eyes getting agitated. “okay i already said it really nicely. i don’t want your company right now. okay?” you felt all the butterflies turn into little streaks of lighting. you attempted to say something with nothing coming out. you slammed the door as you went into the kitchen, getting a glass of water keeping yourself from not reacting. speaking quietly to yourself,”stop being dramatic, stop being dramatic, stop being dra-“ your thoughts stopped as alex walked in.

he subtly walks in with his arms slightly crossed, and then releases them. “cmon, what the fuck was that?” you sigh turning around, all of that stress turning into a little bit of anger. “i have had a terrible day alright? and i simply just wanted a LITTLE sweet moment with my boyfriend.” he sighs nodding, he will always hear you out even when annoyed. “i understand that okay? but baby i really need to get my work done, and you just..”

you manage to finally express how your feeling. “what? i’m annoying is that what your saying?” he holds the bridge of his nose, his eyes sealed shut. “don’t do that. we both know i didn’t do anything wrong.“ you pant out quietly out of exasperation. “maybe in your perspective. but i’m just telling you what you said really did hurt me and i-“ he finally has enough slamming his hand down onto the counter. “OH MY GOD COULD YOU JJST FUCKING STOP?!”

my mouth clenched when suddenly your loving boyfriend yelled at you. you looked down feeling tears go into your face, mouth quivering as you tried to not let the frown appear on your face, you felt so fucking bad. alex didn’t realize you were upset, as he kept talking. “i mean babe, cmon, i simply was just trying to say that this is s-“ a little cry came out of your mouth before he could finish. that little sound turned into soft whimpers and hiccups, as you wiped your face.

quackity sighed and thought to himself, “shit, i didn’t mean to yell.” he goes over to you, putting his arms around your back rubbing it slightly. he puts his head on top yours, kissing your head, as you rock back and forth lightly. he mumbles quietly,” i’m, i’m sorry love… i wasn’t fucking thinking and i just- i was an idiot just then…” you sniffle trying to calm down, as your completely embarrassed. he lightly glides his hands around your waist, having you sit on the couch with him. “cmon… let’s go sweet girl, cmon..”

he sits you on the couch, tugging you into his side like your a little koala. you wrap his arms around him, as he plays with your hair, putting strands of hair behind your ears. he looks at you with a sympathetic look, saying quietly. “tell me all about it. the reason why was your day so horrible ” you close your eyes trying to conceal your stuff, once you actually open your mouth, rambles start actually bursting out.

“w-well i hit my leg accidentally really hard, the cat scratched my favorite blanket, i forgot to put gas in the fucking car, and i didn’t eat today and i just want food.” you say as words went absolutely everywhere, you were feeling like absolute shit. he listens to every word at the end of your long sentence, he kisses your forehead.”it’s gonna be okay.” i nod knowing he was right, he places me in his lap hugging me. slowly rocking me as he kisses me gently. i slowly let myself fall asleep in the crook of his neck, mentally exhausted.

you wake up the next day, stretching your brittle back as you lazily get up. you look over to the bed trying to find your phone, to your surprise, you see something else. dark red gorgeous roses, with a white lacey ribbion tying them all together. right next to it is a cute panda stuffy, it was holding a heart with the message “i’m sorry :(“ on it, cheesy motherfucker. you laugh softly to yourself, confused on when he did this for you. continuing searching for your phone, it’s like your child lets be honest. you feel someone gently lifting you up, a yelp leaving your mouth. you turn around, your boyfriend having a annoying smirk on his face. you gently smack his shoulder, where he takes your arms kissing you as he leans you down 1950s romcom style. “idiot.” you mumble to him smiling. he nods and laughs,”sooo.. what do you think of the little, surprise hm? what do iii get??” he teasingly

“a girlfriend who isn’t pissed off at you?” he rolls his eyes, nodding a little bit. he hugs you again, picking you up bridal style. “put me down!” you yell through all of your laughing. he spins you around throwing you onto the couch. he lays down to the side of you, his lips attacking your neck, probably going to leave marks that he’s going to be proud of. you lean your head to the side, smiling softly as combing his hair back, “your forgiven,” he almost giggles against your neck, “i know.”

im baackkkk! ok guys i’m so sorry i literally STUPIDLY COULDNT LOG IN TO THIS ACCOUNT. but hey i’m back now 😍i’m excited to write again and pleaseee send requests. love you guys sm!

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theartofsnz · 2 months

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what a mess

pt. 1/3

oc x oc? these are just two characters i made up, they are 18+. i dont have a word count.. sorry. i like to type and got carried away.

cw: sneezing, snot play, m sneeze, cursing, slight f/emdom vibes. VERY NSFW filth, h/andjobs. i am in horny misery get me out.

slowburn ASF

wherein two ex lovers share a night, a cold, and a bed together.

he wasn’t at practice that night, was the first thing cate noticed. he was normally late, coming in close to halfway through, because he was in a club that cut into practice time, but he didn’t miss a lot of practices.

it wasn’t even her place to be concerned about it. he wasn’t in her life right now, even though the smallest part of her wanted him to be. she shouldn’t be concerned.

still… it wasn’t like him to miss practice.

her mind was wandering as they were packing up the chairs, putting away music stands. even as she was putting away her instrument.

it was so bad that she found herself asking one of his friends where he was, and was met with the answer, “oh. he’s sick, so he stayed in his dorm.”

oh, okay. simple enough.

but her stomach squirmed now. she could feel heat between her thighs. he was sick? was it a cold? she bit her lip, put her instrument away, said goodnight to her friends and walked back to her dorm.

they lived in the same dorm hall, but separate buildings. she found herself reaching for her phone, and texting his number, asking why he wasn’t at practice, as if she needed him to confirm it himself.

after riding up 4 floors and walking to her dorm, keys jingling in her hand, her phone buzzes with a response. she checks it immediately.

‘I have a cold, so I didn’t go to band. Sorry’

she stares at it in the middle of the hallway, a small smile rising to her face, heat pooling between her legs once more. she takes a deep breath, abandoning her better judgement and dignity in one foul swoop, and sends him a response.

‘oh no, i hope ur okay. can i come over?’

there’s no reason for him to say yes, he doesn’t owe her anything. she doesn’t even know how he feels about her, which is a terrifying thought in and of itself. she unlocks her door, and locks it behind her as she slips inside, and throws her keys on the key rack. she’s biting her lip now, and it seems like forever until he responds, when in reality it’s only 10 minutes.

‘I don’t want you to get sick. Sorry.’

‘fuck you’, she thinks as she smiles at his message, he’s always too considerate. quickly, she sends a response.

‘i don’t get sick easily, erik. can i please come over?’

god, she feels pathetic asking again. he probably just wants to sleep, and here she is begging him to let her come over. all she can hope is that his roommate isn’t there.

her phone buzzes. she picks it up immediately.

‘Ok. Not for too long though. I’m going to sleep soon.’

her stomach jumps and she smiles immediately, texting back, ‘ok, omw.’ she drops her bag and sprays some perfume on her clothes, grabs her keys and locks the door behind her.

she rushes down the stairs, trying to calm her pounding heart.

once she reaches the ground floor, she sees him through the glass door. she impulsively squeezes her thighs together when she sees him sitting out in the cold, hands in his jacket pockets. his eyes are puffy, lips parted, but her eyes are honed in to his nose. he’s always had a big nose, it was one of her favorite attributes about him. his nostrils are red rimmed, slightly flared, and mess is leaking from his lip. he pulls a hand out from his pocket and rubs his knuckles under his nose, nodding when he notices her. she tries to hide her smile, but it doesn’t work.

“hey,” she says, trying to sound more casual than excited. “how are you feeling?”

as a response, he sniffles thickly, the sound sending a cord of heat through her stomach. her core pulses.

“not great,” he replies, turning his head over his shoulder and coughing lightly.

“m’sorry,” she replies, feeling guilt wash over her. she shouldn’t have dragged him out here, especially when he’s sick. she just wants to take care of him. she shouldn’t be feeling that way either, considering they are broken up.

“it’s okay,” he says, shrugging. “so where did you want to hang out? the lounge?”

it’s their usual spot when they meet up, a place in public view but just secluded enough to where they can have a hint of closeness. god knows she wants more.

“i was thinking your dorm,” she says bluntly, heat rising to her cheeks. she glances down at her shoes and rubs them together. “is that okay?”

she can tell he’s hesitant in what to say, probably because he doesn’t want to be alone with her, she thinks. instead, he says, “okay. but you can’t stay too long.” her heart soars, and she nods quickly. “of course. i have class early tomorrow.” she says matter-of-factly, when in reality she would skip her entire day just to spend time with him.

he stands up, and walks to open the door for her, which she thanks him for, and they head inside. the walk to his dorm room is quiet, broken up by occasional wet sniffles from him and small chatter about how their respective days were.

once they get to his dorm, he unlocks the door and opens it for her, and she steps inside, waiting for him.

there are two things that are abundantly clear:

1: his roommate is gone, whether for the night or for the next few hours he isn’t sure.

and 2: his side of the room is extraordinarily messy. but somehow it makes her smile. she hears a small noise behind her as the door closes, and she turns back around to look at him.

he’s truly a sight to behold, eyes half-closed eyebrows tilted up. his nostrils are widened and flaring, lips parted a few inches with his tongue barely poking out. his right hand is shakily clutching a tissue, held a few inches from his face, and his chest is heaving.

“ghhh…. h-hHeH….” he looks to be in torture right now, but she can’t do anything but watch. her thighs are burning. “hehh… hhHuh—hHEETSCHIEW! HHZZITCHIEW! hhhHHIITCHIEW!! guhhh…”

he lets out three particularly itchy sounding sneezes, and she bites her lip so hard she swears she’s drawing blood. quickly, she glances down at her feet, trying to pretend like she wasn’t staring at him.

he sniffles liquidly. “s-sorry..” he stammers out, embarrassed at such an itchy display. he doesn’t want to seem gross to her, and forces his nose into the tissue, the rough cotton fibers doing nothing to quell the itch in his nose, in fact it almost makes it worse.

“oh, it’s okay, don’t worry about it.” she replies, and takes her jacket off, placing it on his roommate’s chair. she kicks off her shoes and jumps up on his bed as he blows into the tissue. she presses her thighs together at the sound, and leans her head back against the wall.

he soon follows, and they sit there for a moment in silence before he speaks. “what do you want to do?”

oh, she knows what she wants to do. there are a million different things she wants to do to him right now, but she can’t say any of them in fear of rejection. instead, she settles for, “i don’t know.”

he reaches for his bookbag and pulls out his laptop, then searches up youtube, pulling up a random youtube they both like. they’re sitting with their backs to the wall, so their legs dangle off the bed. there’s an inch or so between them, she notes. he’s sitting closer to her than he was before. they both start to watch the video, and cate tries so intently to ignore the feeling swimming in her chest, and the way erik sniffles and especially when he starts hitching again.

“hihh…”

it starts out quiet.

then he hitches again.

“hehh.. i-ihh..”

god. she feels like she could burn up into the stratosphere.

“h-hihh.. hehh..”

she swallows thickly. “you okay?” she asks, forcing herself to stare at the screen, because if she actually looks at him, she’ll never be able to focus on the video.

“s-sor-hehh.. s-sorry.. gotta… ghehh… g-gotta snee-heeh- sneeze… hhehh…” he chokes out, and she can’t take it anymore, she turns her head and watches as his nostrils flare, even wider this time, and his head tilts back, eyes starting to close, tongue peeking out from his parted lips. his chest is rising and falling at an unsteady rate, as he continues to hitch.

“hhehh… hHeH… HEHH.. HHEETCHIEW! HEE-ITCHIEW! EEESCHOO!!” he pitches forward, sneezing into another tissue, chest heaving. “ghuhh..” he groans, sounding absolutely exhausted, as mess drips down to his upper lip. his tissue is absolutely soaking, utterly useless now.

she’s about to speak again, but notices he’s gearing up for another bout of sneezing, so she hops off the bed and grabs a few tissues out of the tissue box on his windowsill. she grabs the computer off of his lap, the screen now wet with spray, pauses the video and places it on the ground. she jumps back on the bed, almost stricken immobile as he hitches.

“hihh… hhehh.. hah-hahh… hiiiihhh..”

it sounds stuck. she gets a stupidly evil idea in her head and parts her lips. “do you need a tissue?” there’s something in her voice that sounds laced with lust, but he’s too far strung out on sneezes to even notice.

“hhihh.. y-yehhh yes… pl-hehh.. please… i-ihhh.. hihh…” he reaches with a shaky hand to try and take them from her, but she draws her hand back, and pushes his hand gently into his lap.

“relax, just sit back. i’ve got you,” she says in a soft, confirming manner. she adjusts her position so their legs are pressed together, his legs are still dangling off the bed but she’s sitting on her feet next to him.

he doesn’t stop her as she holds the tissues in front of his face, pausing because she doesn’t know if he’ll judge her for itching his nose for him or if he wants her to, but she decides to do it anyways. she places her thumb and forefinger on either side of his nose, and her own breath hitches as she feels his flared nostrils against her fingers. she slowly begins to gently rub her two fingers together, almost pinching his nostrils shut as they flare against her fingers. he’s still hitching against her hands, chest heaving, but she needs to steady herself, so she places a hand on his chest.

“hHhh… hihh… h-hehhh… ghehh…”

oh good god. she could explode. this is the hottest thing she’s ever done. she continues to rub his nostrils together, and then traces the rims of his nostrils with her fingernails underneath the tissue.

“hhihh… hHeeh… HHEHH.. i-ihhm.. i’m-huhh.. i’m gohhnna… sneehh.. snehhh.. sn-sneeze… h-HIHH.. HEHHH… HHEETSHIEWW!! HHIITCHIEW!!!” he bucks forward as he sneezes, nose pressing further into her hand. she does her best to keep him steady, applying more pressure to the hand on his chest. she can feel his nostrils expanding against her fingers. “HSZZITCHIEW!!! HEEETCHIEW!!! HEEEESCHOO!!”

he soaks through the tissues effortlessly, and she can feel his nostrils flare against her fingers and the palm of her hand is wet. she pulls her hand back softly, and a small string of mess attaches itself to the soaked tissue from his upper lip. he sniffles, face bright red.

he just sneezed all over her hand, she probably thinks he’s disgusting now. he can’t imagine the thoughts swimming around her mind, but if he could hear them, he’d be blushing madly. he already is, his face is a bright red because her hand is splayed out across his chest, and she’s sitting close to him. he feels hot.

she almost can’t move, her hand is soaked. she lowers it, watching as the mess trails from his upper lip. she tosses the soaked tissues aside, and silently takes her hand off of his chest, to slides off the bed and grab the box of tissues.

“i’m sorry..” he finally apologizes, stammering out the words. “i didn’t know it would get all over you.” he desperately wants to wipe his nose, but he has no tissues or even a sleeve, because he just had to wear a short sleeved shirt today.

she places the box of tissues next to her, slightly out of his reach, and pulls one out of the box anyways, carefully and dutifully wiping the mess from his lip.

“it’s okay,” is all she can manage to get out. he attempts to take the tissue from her. “you don’t have to do that.”

her hand pulls back, as if teasing him. “it’s okay,” she repeats, feeling her heart pounding in her chest as she says, “i don’t mind.”

it could mean such a multitude of things, that she doesn’t mind him sneezing into her hand or making a mess, or that she doesn’t mind cleaning him up. in reality, she’s thanking every conceivable higher being that this is happening now.

he sniffles, drawing her attention. “this is probably the sneeziest cold i’ve ever had… h-huhh..” his eyes start to close again.

without even thinking, she mimics her actions before, and catches two itchy sneezes, before crumpling the tissue up and placing it beside her. the mess sits on his lip. her hand goes back onto his chest, and he stares at her.

their relationship is messy. she still likes him, he knows that, but his feelings for her are nothing if not complicated. but even so, he still finds her beautiful. and she’s sitting so close to him.. he can feel his body getting hot. their faces are close, he can nearly feel her breath on his cheeks.

his pupils are so dilated that she nearly can’t see the color of his eyes. she knows that that’s a good thing, but it still doesn’t make what she’s about to do any less terrifying. she leans in an inch closer, and parts her lips.

“can i…?” she asks, softly, quietly. he almost

can’t believe it. she wants to kiss him right after he sneezed on her?

part of him knows he should say no. it’s late, he needs sleep, they both do, and it will only make things more complicated. but he can’t bring himself to even say it, much less tear his eyes away from her lips.

“okay,” he breathes out, and before he knows it, her lips are pressed into his own.

it’s a passionate kiss, their kisses always are, perfect and soft and needy. their lips fit together insanely well, and when she bites softly on his bottom lip, it draws a low moan out from his throat. her eyes fly open, she didn’t even know he still felt that way about her. but she quickly shuts them again, and carefully places her hands on his shoulders. his hands shakily wrap around her, and they dip underneath her sweater, resting on the bare skin of her back. it’s enough reassurance that he wants this as much as she does, and she wastes no time in drawing his bottom lip into her mouth, and shifting her position so she’s sitting up and straddling him, hands flying up to the sides of his face, fingers playing with his hair. he moans again softly, and the reassurance allows her to tug gently on his hair, causing him to moan again. she can feel him pressing against her crotch, he’s hard through his jeans. she blushes madly, and eventually he breaks the kiss for air.

they’re both taking in breaths, and his hands fall down to her hips, but he doesn’t pick them up. her eyes are wide and questioning, but before she can even ask what this means, his head is tilted back, eyes closing, nostrils flaring. before she even has time to grab tissues, he sneezes twice into her shoulder.

“hHHETCHIEW!! EIISHOO!! huhh…” the spray is light against her neck, but it’s still insanely hot. she looks down at him, and he’s almost even redder than before, if possible. “s-sorry, i’m so sorry,” he stammers out, and takes one hand off of her hip to reach for the box of tissues.

“erik, it’s okay,” she says softly, and grabs his hand gently before he can even reach the box, placing his hand back on the plush of her hip. “i don’t…. mind.. when you sneeze.” she says, her thumb stroking his cheek. he’s still pressing up against her, and it drives her wild. “oh,” he says, nodding his head. “okay.”

her fingers run down his chest and land at the hem of his shirt, playing with it as if trying to secretly communicate that she wants to take it off. he knows what this means, so he leans forward, and she lifts the shirt over his head.

he’s skinny, but not overtly toned. his stomach draws in a deep breath as the cold air hits his body, causing his nipples to harden. his stomach ghosts over his belt. god, she could nearly come from this sight alone. she always found him attractive, even if people judged her for her taste she didn’t once care. he was the most handsome boy

she’d ever seen.

his own fingers play with the hem of her oversized sweater, and as their eyes lock, he can tell she’s afraid to take it off. cate’s always been insecure about her body, constantly critiquing it and saying how she wants to look differently, but she’s always been beautiful to him. he pulls her sweater over her head, and feels heat rise to his lower stomach. she has curves in all the right places, full, milky breasts restricted in a nude colored bra, and her stomach is cropped in black leggings. her plush thighs are straddling his, he can feel the heat from her core pressing against his jeans and it’s driving him mad.

she’s broken eye contact with him, self consciously glancing at the box of tissues like it’s the most interesting thing she’s ever seen. it isn’t until he speaks that she looks back over to him.

“you’re beautiful,” he says, which makes her heart clench. he doesn’t call her hot, or pretty, or sexy, he calls her beautiful, which is so important to her. she blushes and smiles, before leaning down and softly kissing him.

as they make out, she starts to shift her hips and grinds against him, causing him to moan softly, and she feels a coil of heat rise in her stomach. it’s always so hot when he makes those noises. she takes one hand and dips down between the two of them to rub him through his jeans, feeling his member through the denim. he’s hot and thick, and he moans again against her hand, hips bucking upwards slightly. it’s got to be the hottest thing she’s ever seen.

he breaks the kiss again, breath hitching and eyes fluttering closed. “h-hihh… hehh… ahh… hhhh… HHHITCIEW!” his head snaps forward when he sneezes, and quickly, she places her hand on the nape of his neck, pressing his face into the valley of her chest.

god, it’s the hottest thing she’s ever witnessed. but he’s not done. “HH-HHESSSHOO!! IEEESHIEW! IIIGSHOO!!” he releases a volley of sneezes into her chest, and her head leans back, a quiet moan escaping her lips. “gnuh..” he breaths out against her skin, causing her to shudder.

“fuck, erik,” she whispers softly, before quickly trying to mask how she really feels about him sneezing into her skin. “a-are you okay? those sounded itchy.”

he picks his head out of her breasts he scrubs his nose against his wrists. the squelching noise is enough for her to roll her hips against him, her core pressing his hard member. god, this is hot. she feels drunk.

“m’sorry,” he breathes, sniffling. “i didn’t mean to sneeze on you.” her breath catches in her throat and she bites her lip heavily. “y-you’re fine, it’s okay. i don’t mind.” she replies to him, face burning. she places her hand on the side of his face, her thumb swiping his top lip and smearing mess. “you can sneeze on me. you don’t have to hold them back.” she blurts out, nearly drunk on how hot the whole situation is. he looks up at her with a confused expression. “is this.. um, are you..?” he asks carefully, and she nods, leaning in so her lips are touching his earlobe. “i think it’s hot when you sneeze on me, erik.” the sentence itself is so dirty that he can’t help squeezing her hips gently on instinct, and gasps softly when he feels her fingers at the hem of his jeans, undoing his belt buckle.

“can i?” she asks softly, quietly. he nods quickly, like that’s a question he would ever say no to. she undoes his belt and he sits up so she can pull it out from the loops of his jeans, and while she does this, he unzips his pants and pulls them down, kicking them off his ankles. she looks down at his dick, which is straining against the fabric. there’s a stain on his boxers, a small leak of precum that makes her pussy throb. she quickly takes off her leggings and discards them on the floor, and reaches for her bra, taking it off and flinging it behind her. his eyes immediately drop to her full, milky breasts, and slowly, he leans forwards and places soft, chaste kisses at the base of her neck. she threads her fingers in his hair, soft breaths leaving her in gasps as he kisses her all over. he’s never been one to take initiative, so this is innately surprising to her. he sighs against her collarbone, and brings a shaky hand up to play with her right breast. as he squeezes it, she instinctively grips his hair tightly, causing a moan to draw from his lips. he looks up at her with the widest pupils she’s ever seen, and she looks down at him, positive hers are blown out as well.

“kiss me, erik,” she breaths out softly, and he obliges, leaning up to her and connecting their lips. after a few seconds, her hand slips from his hair to lightly cup his throbbing member, still hard underneath the fabric of his boxers. it takes merely her touch to get him to moan again, and gently, her fingers wrap around the outline of him and begin to move up and down. one of his hands leaves her hips and wraps itself around her back, the ghost of his fingernails raking her back. his hips start to buck up shamefully against her hand, and he finds it harder to concentrate on kissing her as she begins to stroke him. eventually, he breaks their kiss to throw his head back against the wall, eyes rolling into the back of his head from pleasure.

her movements begin to slow, and she eventually stops, causing him to lift his head and look up at her. her fingers start to play with the edge of his waistband, and she locks eyes with him, seemingly asking if she can dip below the fabric and touch him. he could never picture a universe where he’d say no, and nods quickly. her fingers slowly peel down the fabric just below his balls, and his member juts out from the fabric, pointing straight at her. she blushes, a small smile on her face, before slowly wrapping her fingers around his dick, her thumb lightly circling his tip, causing him to inhale sharply through his nose, which is enough to trigger another sneezing fit. “w-wait…. i hh… hhave t-to… huhh.. HHUH…. HIETCHEW! HHZITCHIEW!! HEISSSHOO!!” each sneeze is more desperate than the last, causing him to pitch forwards with every one, his face nearly knocking into her shoulder. snot leaks down his upper lip, and he reaches for a tissue, but she swats his hand away. “trust me,” she says at his confused stare, and slowly wipes away the mess with her thumb, moving her fingers around so the snot is all over her hand. “just relax,” she cooes, and begins to stroke him gently, starting at the base, and sliding her hand up towards the end, her thumb leaving her fist to smooth over his leaking tip. he shudders, a hearty breath leaving his lips, followed by a small moan, “huhhh..”

it shoots a pulse of heat shoot through her, and she squeezes her thighs together. she wants nothing more than to plant herself on his face and have him sneeze into her dripping cunt, but these things take time. she has to be patient, she was never patient before. this is where it counts.

she slowly, lovingly, almost, begins to move her hand up and down his throbbing dick, her thumb sliding over his tip as she reaches the top. he moans, bucking his hips up into her hand, his fingers curling against the hem of her panties. his chest heaves again, and he pitches forward, sneezing into her shoulder. “HEEESHOO!! HIEEESSHOO!! HIITCHIEW!! guhh…” his lips press against her skin and he sniffles wetly. she nearly moans in response, but presses her lips shut as her fist moves up and down his shaft. he whimpers on her skin, in between pressed kisses on her neck and collarbone. “f-fuck, cate… i’m getting close…” he sighs, his breaths hitching again. mess is leaking out of his nose, some of it wiped along her shoulder. pre-cum leaks from his tip, mixing with the mess covering his length. he moans against her skin again as she continues her ministrations, keeping up the pace and occasionally smearing her thumb over the head of his member, eliciting loud, dirty moans from him. that spurs her on enough to take her other free hand and bury it in her panties, her fingers spreading her folds apart and rubbing her sensitive nub, throwing her head back and biting her lip to keep herself from moaning. her middle finger pushes deep inside herself and she leans into her hand, sucking in a deep breath. she has to pause with her finger inside herself in order to keep her pace with erik, but it feels amazing all the same.

eventually, she feels him hitch into her skin, another few sneezes building up. “h-hehh… heh-heh-hhehh… HIHH- HI’IITSHIEW!! HETSHIEW!! IIIGHSOOO!! HEH-HE’ISHOO!!” she feels the splatter against her skin, and he pulls back, a trail of mess traveling from her shoulder to his nose. she halts her movements, making sure he’s okay first. but before she can even ask, he speaks.

“y-yuhh… your.. pah-pah-pahhnties.. need something to blow… blow into.. huhh.. hurry-!” he does his best to stave off his hitching, his fingers shaking as they loop themselves around the hem of her panties. she takes her hand off of his shaft and he yelps at the feeling, now thrown into a helpless loop of hitching. “hihh.. huhh.. c-cate, pluh..please.. hehh.. h-huhh…”

she feels a pulse in her core from how he whimpers her name, and she quickly slides her undergarment off and gives it to him, mumbling a small, “here”, because it’s all she can get out. he takes it from her with a shaky hand, and lifts the fabric up to his nose, hitching heavily.

“ahh… hahh… hahhh…” his eyes flutter closed, and as she slowly curls her fingers back around his member, he whimpers and arches his back.

“f-feels… feels so-so guhh.. good.. huhh.. huhh…” his chest stops moving altogether, even as she continues stroking him, she can’t help but circle her clit with a slow shaky finger as she watches his nostrils expand, his face buried in her panties. after what seems like an eternity, he lets out a breath, like he’s maybe staved off the sneezes after all. but then, he wipes his nose with the fabric, and she can see where her wetness has stained it, and as he takes a slow inhale of her scent, nearly shuddering at it, his eyes roll back into his head and he lets out a volley of sneezes.

“HEETSHOO! HIEEESHOO!! HA’ASCHOO!! HEETCHIEWW!! IIIGSCHOO!!” he sprays her panties with his sneezes, and she has to pull her finger out from inside herself to guide his head back between her breasts again. she needs to feel his spray against her. as she draws him in, her hand speeds up, and his arms clap around her back, one hand reaching down to grasp her ass firmly, his hand shaking with every sneeze.

“ASCHOO!! EESCHOO!! IEESHIEW!! HE’EESCHOO!! HE’ITCHIEW!! HEESCHOO!! IIGSCHIEW!! IITCHIEW!! HEH-HEH-HEESCHIEW!! f-fuhhck, m’gonna… gohh.. gonna-!”

the pressure begins to take a toll on him, and within a few mere sneezes, she feels his dick twitch. before she’s fully aware, his hot seed spurts from his dick and covers her hand, his stomach, and her thighs. her chest is covered in his spray, and his mess. he sneezes again, exhaustingly, and pitifully collapses against. her.

“HEH-EH- ESSCHIEWW!! uhhh…. oh my god, cate… huhh…” he moans, nearly out of breath from the whole endeavor.

“i know, i know. you did so well,” she coos, pressing kisses to his cheeks, forehead and shoulders. she takes a few tissues from beside them and wipes off her hands, thighs, and carefully, erik’s member, before throwing the tissues in the trash and laying down next to him, continuing to pepper him with kisses. she tries to ignore the burning itch between her legs, and how she can feel his dick pressed up against her as they’re laying face to face. she has to ignore it, or else this night will last forever. she smooths some hair out of his face, and leans forward, kissing his reddened nose. he drapes one arm around her waist, and throws the covers over the both of them.

wordlessly, they stare into each other’s eyes. what does this mean? they’d never had a night like this, not even when they were together. neither of them has the courage to speak, and slowly, their eyes begin to close.

if you made it this far, congrats. criticism is always appreciated! i’ll be working on part 2 soon <3

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the-slytherin-writer-12 · 4 months

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could i modify my request? where she doesnt want kids and she just says yes to make him happy (she doesnt get pregnant) but shes so adamant she doesnt want kids, but she says yes anyway.

and then just make it really really angsty witu a happy fluffy ending (with reader still not wanting kids) thank you so much!! and thanks for allowing me to modify it!!

Thank you for requesting!! I sorta have experience with this, not really wanting kids myself. I’m sorry it took so long.

What Could’ve Been

Fandom: criminal minds

Pairing: husband!Spencer Reid x wife!reader

Warnings: angst, reader not wanting kids

Y/N sat on the couch reading a book in her apartment. Spencer had just gotten off a case and the BAU just landed. Spencer texted her when he landed, so she went ahead and made dinner.

As she turned the page of the book, she heard a key insert into her door. Moments later, she heard Spencer walk into the apartment, closing the door behind him.

“Hello, lovely.” He said warmly, starting to walk towards the couch. Y/N tilted her head back to rest against the back of the couch and smiled.

“Hi, Spence.”

When he reached where she sat, he leaned down and kissed her forehead. She smiled sweetly at her husband and went back to reading. Spencer braced his arms on the back of the couch and rested his chin on her shoulder. He glanced at what she was reading, quickly reading the words ‘kids’, ‘family’, and ‘future.’

The two of them had talked about kids a few times, not going into much detail. Everytime they did, Y/N would try to divert the conversation. Spencer, being the observant genius he is, caught on to her diversions and went along with him.

“Hey Y/N/N?” Spencer murmured against her shoulder. Y/N hummed in response but didn't look up from her book. Spencer straightened up and walked around to sit next to his wife. "Are we ever going to have kids?"

Y/N froze and slowly looked over at him.

"Where did that come from?"

Spencer merely shrugged and grabbed her hand resting on her leg. He started playing with her fingers. “JJ is going to have her baby soon, and I was just thinking, I guess.”

Y/N put her book down on the coffee table and turned towards him. She studied him for a minute, watching his fidgeting. When he played with her fingers, it meant he was thinking hard about something-something he couldn’t figure out.

“Do you want kids?” She asked slowly. Spencer shrugged and continued to play with her fingers.

“I would like it, yeah. Eventually. But, you know, we’re only getting older. I’m already 28, you’re 26. Our biological clocks are ticking. Once you turn 35, your pregnancy would be considered a geriatric pregnancy- not that we’d wait that long but y’know I’m just saying-and there are so many complications with them: there’s the risk of Down syndrome, the risk of premature birth-“

Y/N reached forward and grabbed his other hand to get his attention.

“Spence…” she said softly, hesitantly. Spencer’s shoulders deflated.

“I know, I just figured, y’know, you’d take into consideration the biological aspect and maybe….my feelings?”

This made Y/N deflate. She knew Spencer wanted kids. She did, too. It was just complicated.

Spencer noticed her hesitation. He looked up at her, finally, and sighed.

“Can you…just-just think about it, ok?”

Y/N nodded and looked at him.

“This doesn’t mean I don’t love you, y’know that right, Spence?”

Spencer nodded and smiled softly. Y/N gave him a small smile and stood up.

“Let’s eat dinner. ”

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A few weeks passed, the conversation seemingly forgotten. But in truth, Y/N had thought about it almost everyday.

She felt guilty. She knew Spencer wanted kids. She saw his excitement with the imminent coming of JJ’s son. She just couldn’t bring herself to genuinely want kids. But, she wanted to do it for Spencer.

So, one night, Spencer was lying in the bed and Y/N walked out of the bathroom. Spencer was in a T-shirt and pants, and was reading a book about chemical processes in the brain. Y/N crawled into bed, weaseling her way under his arm and laid on his chest. Spencer glanced down at her, kissed her forehead, then continued to read.

“Did you know that even though serotonin is thought to be found in the brain, the majority of it is actually found in the G. I. tract. Oh! And-“ he started.

“Let’s have a baby.”

This stopped Spencer in his tracks. He dropped his book and whipped his head to look down at Y/N.

“Y-you’re serious?” He asked breathlessly. Y/N merely snuggled into his chest, her hand going under his shirt. “Alright then.” He chuckled.

So they tried, for months, to have a baby. After about four months, Spencer was getting discouraged.

One day, Y/N had just finished her shift at the hospital and decided to visit the BAU. She visited Penelope first, chatting in her office. JJ ended up in there too.

“So, I hear you and boy genius are trying to get pregnant,” Penelope said, wiggling her eyes suggestively. JJ laughed at Penelope’s actions.

Y/N just chuckled awkwardly, playing with her wedding ring. The other two women glanced at each other.

“Uh oh, what’s with the fidgeting?” Penelope asked. Y/N stayed quiet. JJ sighed. She had known Y/N for as long as she had been at the BAU, and Y/N voiced her concerns about kids.

“You don’t want kids…..do you?”

Y/N put her head in her hands and started sobbing. Penelope immediately got up and crouched down beside Y/N.

“Honey, why haven’t you told Spencer this?” This only made Y/N sob harder.

“I-I’ve tried but he seems so d-dejected when I say I don’t w-want kids. I f-feel so guilty,” she sobbed out. Penelope looked at JJ who shook her head.

“Can I ask why?” Penelope asked softly. Y/N straightened up and wiped her eyes. She took a deep, shuddering breath to try and regain her composure.

“I didn’t have the best relationship with my mom. And she had an even worse one with hers. We always argued. It was so bad in my teen years, I was depressed. I don’t want that for my kids. I don’t want to continue the cycle. Even if I have a boy. I-I just can’t put my kids through that,” Y/N sniffled. Penelope and JJ just sat there.

“Why didn’t you tell me that?” Spencer’s voice rang from the doorway. The three women jumped, Y/N putting her head back in her hands and Penelope and JJ standing up. They silently walked out and Spencer took a seat across from Y/N. “Y/N….”

“I felt guilty. I didn’t want to take the opportunity from you to have kids. I know you love kids,” Y/N said, voice muffled by her hands. Spencer sighed and got up, crouching in front of his wife. He moved her hands away from her face and took her hands in his. She still didn’t look at him.

“Y/N/N will you look at me?” He asked softly. Y/N slowly glanced up and met his eyes with her own red-rimmed ones. “If you didn’t want kids, you should’ve told me. To grow up unwanted is the worst feeling for a kid. If you don’t want kids, that’s ok.”

“But Spence-“

“No, it’s ok,” he cur her off, cupping her face in his hands.

“I’m sorry,” she said, tears falling out of her eyes. Spencer smiled sadly and used his thumbs to wipe her tears away.

“I said it was ok, lovely. We can get a dog or something.”

Y/N let out a watery laugh and Spencer laughed along with her.

“I love you,” she said, leaning her forehead against his. Spencer leaned forward and kissed her softly.

“And I love you.”

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 3 months

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I was wondering if you could write a small drabble about the proxies of your choosing with a reader that has a really naturally sad looking face but there not sad at all

(this is smth I have and I always get bothered by it😭)

Resting sad face :(

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Tim

As Tim walks down the stairs to get some breakfast started for himself and some of the younger kids, he notices you sitting on the couch watching t.v. "Good morning, y/n. Want any breakfast? I'm already making some for the kids" He says, rolling up his sleeves and shushing the overly excited children. You look over in his direction "No thank you, I already ate" He frowns at your face, you looked like you were on the brink of tears. He decides not to ask you about it now, because he knows you probably don't want him asking about if you're upset while 4 kids are in the room, so he simply nods and gets started on breakfast.

Once he has all of the kids seated at the table with their respective breakfasts and drinks, he comes to sit next to you on the couch. He rests his elbows on his knees, kind of bent over as he sits. "Hey, you doing ok?" He asks in a low voice, so that the kids don't hear. You tilt your head "Yeah? Why?" His face softens "Oh, that's good to hear. You just looked so sad" You let a small smile creep onto your face. "Yeah, I get that a lot. It's just how my face rests I guess" He nods. "Alright, well in the event that you are ever sad, I'm always open to talk if you would like." You nod and look back over to the t.v. "Thanks, Tim." With that, he stands and pats your back, before heading back over to the dining room to wash the kids dishes.

Toby

It was chore day around the manor, and today you were asked to help Toby carry in the wood he chops for the fireplaces. And so, moving past all of the people with garbage bags, cleaners and large pieces of furniture being moved, you go outside to the front yard. Toby is not too far from the porch, chopping wood just as Slender said he would be. When he sees you approach, he puts his hatchet down and wipes the sweat off his forehead. "Hi, y/n! Did you need something?" He asks, before gasping and dropping his hatchet entirely "What's wrong? Did you come out here to be alone? I'm sorry, i'll leave if you want" He rambles nervously. You furrow your brows in confusion. "What are you talking about? I came out to help you carry in the wood for the fireplaces?"

He is quiet for a moment. "Oh. I just thought- you look so upset??" You chuckle. "No, I'm ok! Anyways, back to the reason i'm out, got any wood for me?" He nods and points to a small pile of chopped up logs. You pick up as many as you can carry and begin to walk back to the manor, before hearing Toby call out to you. "Hey y/n?" You turn around "yeah?" He is quiet again before speaking "I know it's not my business, but it would be ok if you were sad. We're only human" You smile and wave dismissively "I promise I'm not sad, but thanks for your consideration, that's really kind" And with that you turn back to the manor, heading inside to place the logs in the fireplaces.

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thewritetofreespeech · 6 months

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Could I request Megumi and Gojo with an s/o who has the power to turn intimate objects into living beings or creatures? So, if she touches a dragon plushies it becomes a real dragon and if she touches a sword it becomes a person.

It had been a very long day.

The mission hadn’t exactly been hard. Just a low level curse he, Nobara, and Yuji were supposed to dispatch before it caused more problems to the citizens of Tokyo. Unfortunately, however, although it was small it was very clever. Too clever in fact and sent them on a wild goose chase all over the city before Megumi finally caught it and dispelled the curse so they could go home.

He breathed a heavy sigh as he came to the door and opened it. Finally able to relax in peace and quiet with [Y/N] for the rest of the evening.

That dream, however, was immediately dispelled as well after he opened the door and saw his dishes, plates, and the house broom flying around the house in some sort of mad conga line like a children’s movie Tsumiki made him once watch when they were little.

“Ah! Megumi! You’re home!”

“I take it that was a surprise for you?” He asked calmly as he removed his shoes.

Of course he knew about [Y/N]’s special skill of being able to bring inanimate objects to life. So he wasn’t surprised.

In battle it was a very helpful skill. They could create an army almost out of nothing, with the only limitation being the amount of cursed energy needed to bring it to life and size. They could create an almost endless supply quickly as his shikigami, without being limited to their form or if it was destroyed. He still missed Orochi.

In their private lives, however, it was a different story. Things like this would happen often. Where they would use their powers to ‘help’ around the house, or just entertain themselves when they were bored, usually to disastrous results.

“I thought you would be home later, and I could have this all done and everything back without you knowing.” They told him. Carefully weaving through the self-dancing broom that was kicking up dust into the corner. “Sorry.”

“Can you just…put everything back please?” Megumi asked, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s been a long day and I don’t have the energy for this circus right now.”

[Y/N] nodded and quickly dispelled the technique as safely as they could. No broken dishes this time, which was a plus. “Do you want me to get a bath for you? The regular way?”

“No. It’s fine.” He replied and stepped into the house now that it was safe. “The house does look nice by the way.”

[Y/N] grinned. “Thanks! I tried! I’ve been working on trying to get it more organized.”

“That might help a bit more if you did it and didn’t let the things decide where they want to go.”

“I know. But they seem so happy when they decide.”

Megumi smirked and let out a tired laugh. Of course they would take ‘the things’ feelings into consideration. “I think I am going to take a bath. Then get to bed early.”

“Ok. I’ll make you something to eat.”

“Just don’t let the pots decide how long to cook the soup for this time.” He told them. “They always get it wrong.”

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jennaortegawifefr · 10 months

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mail

a/n first time so shut up the title is so dumb but some things happen yk

warning : language and bad writing

Jenna Ortega x fem! reader

Tuesday morning, you’re on your bed scrolling on instagram “hey y/n” you looked up from your phone to see Kayla your (best friend /dorm buddy) “morning KY” your voice sounded raspy and deep “get ready well meet the other for breakfast in 30” Kayla would always “mommy you” is what you’d call it “ok mom” you yawned while dragging your feet to get dressed as you got dressed you could hear Kayla turn on the coffee machine on “ky make me some choky milk while you’re on it” your voice sounded muffled since the oversized t-shirt you were putting on was over your mouth “choky?” she yelled back from the kitchen “ you know, chocolate milk” you could slightly hear her giggle from here “you are such a child y/n , oh and did u check the mail I put for u on your side table”

“Mail?” you returned back

“Yes mail”

“Who uses those any more we live in a gen-z generation what the fu-“

“Watch it”

“Yes yes sorry”

You reach over to check the mail “to y/n y/l/n, please read” you grabbed it and went over to the door to put on your black and white convers “got a clue?” you said nodding towards the piece of paper “nope there’s only one way to find out” “eww” your nose scrunched from disgust “don’t ever say that ever again” Kayla shrugs and smirks at your reaction “sorry not sorry” you slide the mail in your large cargos pocket she walks up to you and gives you a mug full of hot chocolate you smile at her and mutter “thank you” once your done putting on your shoes you stand and YANK the mug from her hand “ hey, calm down” you ignored the statement and grab your phone “will u drive ?” Kayla nods slightly and lets out a small “mmhm” you throw her the car keys and open the door for her she waits as you look the door then asks “did you open it yet?” you turn around with your heels and shake your head no as you slide your keys in Kayla’s tote bag “in the car” you mumble just enough for her to hear you

Once you’re in the passenger seat you waiting for Kayla and Jake to join the car you get the piece of paper out your pocket and as you were about to open it you hear the window banging “FUCK CHRIST” you yelled loud enough to scare the mile away birds “hey fuckerrr” Jake said as he enter the backseat of car “language both of you” “sorry mom” you mumble under your breath, see she mommys you. As soon as Kayla starts the car she looks to her right and asks “did u open it yet ?” she points to the envelope in your hand but her hands still on the wheel “nope, was about to until this guy” you point to Jake “scared the absolute crap out of me” “yeah what is that anyway ?”Jake jumps in “mail” you reply “mail?” “yep mail” you turn to give Jake a sip of your drink in hand “want some?” he farrows his brows and looks in the mug “coffee?” you squint your eyes at him “ofc not its choky milk” “hell yeah” he returns as he takes the mug from hand “children” the older girl next to you mumble but just enough for both of you to hear “heyyy” both you and Jake yell offended in sync “anyway, open it y/n it might be important” Jake nods in agreement “I mean it was on MAIL so probably” you take a deep breath and rip the envelope open you unfold the paper and read it out loud “dear y/n l/n it has come to consideration that you will be a great part or acting cast” at that moment you stopped and looked at your friends whom their jaws were also on the ground you continue to read quietly this time then you turn to look at your friends who were already looking and said “I got the lead role” Kayla full on stopped the car to look at you “CONGRATSS” you hear Jake chant in the back while Kayla is yelling to your face “CONGRATS IS RIGHT OMG YOUR GONNA BE A FAMOUS ACTOR” but then Jake suddenly stopped at looked at you with a SEIROUS LOOK and said “but wait what about school exams are in 3 months” “its fine ill study on set just like last time” you always wanted to become a famous Oscar winning actor it was more like a dream then a future plus your friends were used to you getting acting jobs but you were always a background or extra but never the lead “Kayla come on I am hungry and we don’t wanna be late for breakfast” she nodded and then you added “oh and please please don’t tell anyone” “not even our friends?” Jake asked “nope not even our friends”

Once your back home from all the lectures you had you fell to your bed head first you reach for the paper once again and wrote the number on there to your phone then the call button you press call and wait anxiously for a voice on the other side of the call and it happened “hello?” a soft and calm voice “hi” you return back “I am y/n y/l/n I got a letter in the mai-“ “oh miss y/l/n we’ve been waiting for your call” she interrupted “I am Tim burton’s assistant I handle all the calls, my name Is Sam ,Tim asked me to give you his number once you call, please write this down” you jumped out of bed running around the room looking for a pen and paper luckily for you there was some on the desk “Tim burton’s number is ********* you wrote the number down as fast as possible and as you were about to thank her “don’t leave him waiting make sure to text him right away” then ‘beeeepp’ the call ended you put Tim’s number immediately and text him just like how Sam said. you where chill you think “hey I am y/n y/l/n” is all you said but thank fully he was quick to see the text “hello y/n I’ve been waiting for you” “sorry” was all you could say “I saw all your previous work and I truly believe that you can be a worldwide star and I would love to have the opportunity to help you take that step so my question is will you want to join me and my team?” “Yes please I would love to join your team and it would be an honor to work with you and be your lead” ok that was too desperate “good me and my no our team will be waiting for you next week in steak house at 7 don’t be late” your dumbass responded with a thumbs up but really you were shiting your pants

The week has passed it is currently 6:30 your wearing a suit trying to make a good impression although you’re a woman you still enjoy wearing suits it look good on your muscular body once you were about to leave you heard a voice “mama mia, looking hot butter scotch” you turn around to find Kayla and Jake “ky you know I love you and all but never say that” “woahhh she isn’t wrong tho” Jake jumps up and walks up to you “is that the expensive perfume?” you roll your eyes playfully “I’ll be late guys ,have fun love you” and with that you left with both the car and dorm key the place was only 15 minutes away you wanted to be sure once again you had to make a great impression you reached at 6:50 you decided to wait 10 minute in the car you fixed your hair and scrolled on tumblr for a bit till it reached 1 minute before 7 you got out locked the car took one last deep breath and entered you looked around before you found him Tim fucking burton “ hey y/n , your right on time and you look perfect” “thank you ,you look great yourself burton” “burton, I like that” you smiled and he did the same “come here I’ll show you around the table” you followed him as he showed you around the table till you found someone missing “uhh burton, who’s going to be my girlfriend on the show ?” he looked around and then smiled to someone behind you and pointed “speaking of the devil” you turned around to see a gorgeous girl also in what had seem a suit you stood up to great her she “hello i am y/n” “Jenna” she returned back with a smile she sat next to you which made you smile as the room was loud and full of people but yet it was silent between you two “so you’re the lead?” she asked you turned to face her you looked to her eyes and realized how deep it is “yep” was all you could say ,you were to lost in her eyes “I like your suit” your eyes looked her up to down “I like yours to” was all you could think of she then said “but your button is….. umm undone” you look down to find one of your buttons undone you put your hands over your face embraced from the moment then excuse yourself to go to the bathroom I mean yeah you can do it in your seat but you were to embraced to even thank the small girl you go inside one of the bathroom halls fix your shirt and sit there for a moment until “y/n?” it was her Jenna “yeah?” “Are you okay your pants are up?” you exit the hall smiling slightly at the woman “yeah sorry” “you apologies a lot you know that?” you looked at her then mumbled “sorry” she raised her eyebrows at you “ohhh yeahhh bout that” you scratched the back of your neck as she giggled “fixed your shirt?” you look down to check one more time then looked back at her “yep” she then grabbed your hand and said “come on they are waiting on you to order” the rest of the night was nice other than the fact that you were an introvert and people were forced to always be the ones to talk to you but when it came to Jenna things when smooth like you know each other since forever the time had passed fast and before you knew it ,it was currently 3:24 people where leaving and burton came right before you left and said “y/n I will send you the script for the first 3 episode that well film tomorrow learn them well because well start filming in 2 months” you nodded and said your goodbyes to everyone ,and then it left 2 you and the beautiful Jenna Ortega she was quiet very drunk right now everyone was except you , you were always a ‘good girl’ is what Kayla would call it Jenna on the other hand was stumbling all over the place “y/n ,I like you your so n-nice and it’s so cute when your embraced your al- also very very hot you know I’ve never met s-someone like you , please don’t leave me” shit.

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #tara carpenter x y/n #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday addams x reader #fem reader

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