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yuyusboyfriend · 8 months

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Good Boy ✧.

roommate!yunho drives me crazy bro...

pairing: roommate!yunho x gn!reader

wordcount: 1,7k

content: helping your roommate with a hard problem...

warnings: nsfw, pet names (tiny, baby, good boy), handjob, cum eating, dirty talk (?), lots of praise, sub!yunho dom!reader (lmk if I missed anything)

comments and reblogs appreciated <3

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When you usually walk through the door after a long day of classes, you'd hear your roommate, yunho, crashing around in the kitchen cooking up something for you both to eat once you got home. Sometimes he would be in his room playing valorant, shouting down the mic to his friend group telling mingi to step up his game -

Tonight? There's no noise. Atleast that's what it seemed like, until you hear a sniffle coming from the corridor as you place your shoes by the door. "is....is he crying?" you whisper to yourself as if the house was going to answer back. As you drop your bag on the counter and take small steps towards your roommates room, all you hear is shuffling, followed by the squeaks of a bedframe.

"No....is someone here with him?", your heart sank at the thought. Not that you had shared this with anyone but your close friend, woo, but some time after yunho moved in, you started having....dreams... about him. At first they were innocent, like playing games and having movie nights, but after the first few you noticed they became more...sexual. The first night you jumped in horror, filled head to toe with guilt and a hotter feeling you couldn't put into words, but grateful that your yelp didn't wake up the boy on the other side of the wall. When he stroked your arm that morning, a normal gesture between the two of you (at least usually), you jumped out of your skin and flinched away from him.

"You okay, tiny?" concern in his voice hitting your ears mixing with the guilt in your head.

"Sorry, yeah im good, just no sleep", you pulled your best fake smile despite all the questions running through your head; why the skin on your arm where yunhos hand formerly was feel like it was burning up? Why was your heart racing so fast? Why did the droplets on yunho's face and neck from the reminence of his shower make your throat feel like the Sahara desert?

"Were you up playing ac with seonghwa again? I told him to not keep you up late anymore, I'm gonna message him aga-"

"It's okay, yunho, seonghwa was probably fast asleep, it was just too....cold", You cut his worrying off with the lamest excuse you could think of. After that encounter, every touch yunho initiated, every time he jumped into your bed when he was bored, or wrapped his arms around you when he put his hoodie on you, made your whole body heat like you had swallowed the sun. You wondered if he did it on purpose, if he knew the control he had over your heart rate....

..."I guess not." You held back an aching tear at the prospect of yunho having someone on his bed that wasn't you. You silently begged the stars that it wasn't the case as you creeped closer to his room. one step. Two steps. You noticed the door was cracked open. three steps.

"y/n please.."

What? did he just say y/n? you stop just short of his door to process what you just heard. Were you hallucinating? was the stress of school and your crush finally getting to your head to the point you think you heard yunho say-

"fuck, y/n please." he says again, this time a litre of desperation in his gravelly voice apparent. He was practically panting out your name in what sounded like frustration, his breaths shaky and uneven.

You took another step forward, finally standing in his doorframe to add a visual to what you've been hearing. Holy fuck.

Yunho splayed out on his bed gripping the sheets with one hand and furiously rocking his hips into the other. His hoodie, once held between his teeth, now pathetically shifting over his sensitive skin making him harder, if it was even possible.

His tip looked red and angry to say the least, his skin was glistening from sweat and he could barely keep his eyes open. How long had he been at this for?

You realise you've been standing here, perving over your unknowing roommate, but as you attempt to step away from the scene of the crime to try and forget what you've witnessed (even though you know this will fuel your dreams for the next month) you felt your keys slip out of your previously suffocating grip.

With a loud clash, no thanks to your 80 keychains, you let out a panicked squeak and yunho jumped to cover himself on the bed at the noise, till he realises what just happened.

"Y/n it's not- I'm-" he tries to get the words out but after his body had been working in overdrive, nothing made sense.

"Sorry yunho, I didn't see anything!" you yelped out as you tried to turn around and run to your own room, but a firm grip on your arm turns you back to yunho.

He was disheveled and had barely managed to put himself back into his sweatpants, the friction excruciating on his aching tip. God, he looked angelic, his hood still over his head covering his sweat drenched hair, and overshadowing the deep red on his cheeks and ears. His eyes darting to look everywhere but yours, eventually settling on your lips.

"y/n...I need... please help me." he whispered while rubbing circles into your arm, scared for your answer.

"sit." Your shaky voice betraying your attempt at being assertive. Nonetheless, yunho walks backward till he falls back, you following in tow.

He's already whimpering at you sitting down and straddling one of his legs as you start to pull his grey sweats down just enough once again.

"god.." You think. He looked big before when he was stroking himself, and you always suspected he was packing by the indent in his towel after showers, but seeing it up close was a game changer.

"think about my size later y/n, please it hurts.." He whimpers out, making you realise you had said it out loud. Putting your embarrasment aside, you brush your thumb down the underside of his dick till you reach the base, where you wrap your whole hand (barely, his girth was just as impressive) and squeeze a little, testing the waters. He cried out in pleasure from your touch, begging for more, and rutting his hips up best he can - in the process giving you some friction making your mind a little fuzzy.

You worked your hand up and down his angry cock turning him into a blubbering mess. Yunho was so overwhelmed by the sensations his brain had short-circuited and all he could blubber out between was "baby please", "y/n fuck, ah", "tiny nnghh".

"am I making you feel good, yuyu?" you asked with a sultry voice and hooded eyes. You could die a happy person right now if this is the last thing you see. God, yunho was in such state, sticky glistening skin looking edible.

"Yuyu. Answer me baby, or I'll stop." You teased, not even sure you'd be able to stop if you tried.

"baby yes yes please god fuck tiny im so close." He huffed out while vigorously nodding his head. What a sweet boy - too bad you couldn't help teasing him a little more. You slowed down the pace making him whine and cry out a symphony of pleads. Music to your ears, you don't know how you lived your whole life without this.

"please tiny, I'll be good please, let me cum" he cried, his voice breaking.

"you sound so pretty like this yuyu... you're such a good boy." His dick leaked precum and twitched in your palm at the pet names, something you'd keep in mind for a later date. You sped your pace back up again and started nibbling on his burning earlobe, making him cry out whatever was coming to his fucked out brain.

"I'm your good boy ah, tiny, please-" and another string of curses and whimpers. You could tell by his tightening grip on you that he was close. He could feel the knot in his stomach getting tighter, ready to snap.

"be a good boy and cum for me, yuyu."

Thats all it took for his whole body to tense up, cum spurting out of his cock in ropes, reaching your face and soaking your hand. He slumped against your shoulder from exhaustion and euphoria as you pumped your hand around him once more, letting him ride out his high.

"y/n," Yunho shot his head up with a sorry expression now that the brain fog had cleared. "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to drag you into thi-" before he could finish, you distracted his train of thought by wiping the cum off of your cheek, and experimentally licking the tip of your finger. A little salty but surprisingly sweet? Before giving him a peck on the cheek to see where his head was at.

He watched in awe as you put his cum on the tip of your tongue, nearly eliciting a second orgasm from him just at the sight. When you pulled away from his cheek a dark blush covered his ears and face, and his round eyes filled with shock that you didn't hate him after that, guilt fading with every millisecond.

His eyes locked with your plump lips before pulling you in to join his. Your mouths molded together as though they were made for eachother, and you swiped your tongue along his bottom lip asking for access. Of course he slipped his tongue into your mouth and kissed you like a starved man, biting your lip and caressing your jaw. After minutes of claiming his mouth you finally broke away for air.

with a glint in your eye looking into his, "So, how you going to repay me yuyu?"

my first fic 😭😭😭 this was suppose to just be drabble but man ....... I love yunho

this isn't proofread or anything so sorry for any mistakes❤️‍🩹

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tojisun · 4 months

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https://x.com/joincosmic/status/1738333868724572356?s=61

this is so Simon coded omgoshhh

!! nsfw - minors dni

p link! STARED AT THIS BUG-EYED?? AYOOWANFHEHD no yea that is so simon im gonna screammmm xp

just. you have always had a thing for hands and arms. the arms is obvious, you know, with the tattoos or the scars or, and especially, the veins. but the hands? this one is a whole lot trickier to explain – how do you even begin to tell people that you fixate on the way the fingers could look bony and ridged, or how the palms are often calloused and rough, or how a knot tightens in your stomach when you see split knuckles?

perhaps the actual reason as to why you like hands is because of what they entailed – control. strength. power.

dominance.

those that simon does too well.

his hold tightens around your neck where his palm lays flat along your throat, feeling the way it quivers with your every moan. his thick fingers spread your folds apart, teasing along your slit and your labia, and then pinching your erect clit, before plunging deep in your cunt.

he crooks his fingers just right, prodding against your gummy walls, forcing more of the sticky wet mess to gush out of you. and all you could do was sob your moans, unable to escape the crescendo of your pleasure; unable to thrash from where he continues to pin you with his bigger and stronger body.

you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve cum now. your overstimulation has long ebbed into another rising euphoria, the flames of your desire racing from the tips of your toes to the synapses on the base of your neck. you feel so exposed to simon; so vulnerable to his promise of making you feel good.

he listens to every hitch on your voice. every whimper. every moan. and his hands, his glorious and thick and strong hands, shift the way they touch you as though feeding off of your pleasure. he is still so gentle even as he tightens his hand around your throat, the other increasing its pace as it fingers you. as it fucks you.

your hips lift from his lap, your abdomen clenched as another crashing wave of your pleasure licks up and threatens to spill over. simon senses it because of course he does – he has been so attuned to your reactions; so endearingly focused on the hitches of your breath and the tightening of your pussy.

he presses a kiss on the valley of your shoulders. “jus’ one more f’r me, sweetheart,” he says.

you garble out a reply, you think. a mixture of yes-es and too much’s and simon.

simonsimonsimon-!

this one was. holy shit. just. im actually so speechless im-

#suns #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley smut #simon ghost riley #female reader #anon #ask #u guys are probably not even awake anymore but yall!!!! lookit

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sarahs-secrets2 · 11 months

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I Wanna Ride! NSFW 18+ ˋ♡ˊ

MINORS DNI 18+!!!! MINORS DNI 18+!!!! MINORS DNI 18+!!!!

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Something about the way he looked up at you just made you that much more excited. The lust that flowed out of him was palpable, seeping out of him and racing through you. Leon was eager, tired of being teased, and ready for more.

Finally giving into the way his eyes pleaded, you sank down onto his cock. Leon’s hands tugged at your waist urging you to move and begging for more. Ignoring his request you sat still, taking him in entirely. Your fingers ran through his hair, enjoying how he squirmed beneath you. He bucked his hips up trying to catch some momentum, at least enough to get you to find a rhythm. A small giggle slipped past your lips as you watched him writhe with you on top of him.

“C’mon,” his voice was husky as he restrained himself. With your hands flat on his abdomen you leaned down and began to place sloppy kisses along his neck and jaw. Leon’s hands roamed your body, lightly dragging his fingertips along your back. His eyes squeezed shut as he felt his dick twitch inside of your walls, staying this still wasn't something he was used to.

Ever so gently, your hips raised slightly before lowering back down painfully slow. Leon groaned, feeling unsatisfied with the pace you were setting. “Stop teasing,” he huffed out, head rolling back into the pillow. His hands found your waist again trying to guide you to move, attempting to find any sort of friction to help release the pressure that was building within him. Again, you repeated the motion of lifting your hips and sinking back down slowly, edging Leon on.

His grip tightened, as much as he enjoyed having you in control he wasn't sure how much more teasing he could endure. Before you had time to react Leon quickly shifted below you, rolling you onto your back with him now staring down at you as he reclaimed dominance. “My turn,” he chuckled, ready to give you a taste of your own teasing medicine.

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im gonna change the title but im too lazy to make it look pretty rn ill deal in the morning

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy re4 #leon kennedy x you #leon scott kennedy x reader #re4 remake #resident evil x reader #resident evil #leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy resident evil #re4 leon #resident evil leon #leon kennedy smut

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lxvebun · 1 year

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whisper of the heart

synopsis: genshin boys voicelines about you!

content: Kaeya/Ayato/Xiao/Heizou/Gorou/Arataki/Zhongli x gender neutral reader (so they/them pronouns used) Fluff! Mentions of kissing. Slightly possessive Ayato and Zhongli (but still healthy ofc) English is not my first language so I'm sorry for any mistakes.

dark blogs, k¡nk and ed blogs do not interact or lose all your 50/50s and I will also knock your teeth in<3

Kaeya

About y/n:

"Ah so you've met the lovely Y/n already. I'm not surprised they're quite hard to miss. Such a radiant smile and kind heart. I've had to fend off many people that were ready to throw themselves at them. Why? Well, because they are with me of course! What, you into them as well?"

About eyepatch:

"Y/n is one of the few people who have seen me without my eyepatch. Hm? How did they respond? Well, they didn't. I appreciate that. It makes it a lot more tolerable to walk around without my eyepatch knowing that what's beneath doesn't make a difference. What's beneath it? Wouldn't you like to know"

About vision:

"Did you know our visions are in tune with our emotions? There are plenty of fingertips and footprints scorched into the walls and floors of the dawn winery hehe. I sometimes unintentionally freeze parts of items I'm holding. Now that we're talking about it, it always happens when y/n enters my view...how strange"

Ayato

Possessive ayato? Possessive ayato

About y/n:

"Y/n? Did Thoma tell you about them? I'm not surprised. If Thoma is not around the estate you can be sure he's feeding the stray dogs and cats with Y/n. I wish I could join them but alas I'm needed elsewhere most of the time. If you'd like, I can ask y/n to go feed the dogs and cats with you sometime. But remember as lovely as they are, they are indeed my partner, so don't get any ideas"

About free time:

"As head of the kamisato clan, free time is not something I have an abundance of. Once I finished one pile of papers, Thoma is already handing me the next *sigh* It can be tiring but my dear y/n is able to make those long days a little easier. Just seeing them smile energizes me. I often request them to stay with me a little while longer when I finish some papers. I wouldn't know what to do without them"

About vision:

"Visions are indeed in tune with our emotions, though it's rarely visible to others since they're not quite spectacular. I have noticed I subconsciously start creating little water flowers on y/ns skin whenever we have some sort of physical contact. Many times when we are holding hands, they start building up along their arms. Im glad Y/n doesn't mind, they are quite pretty and I can't say I hate it when I see them walk around Inazuma adorned with my flowers.

Xiao

About y/n:

"Y/n? Yeah what's with them? Do I know them well? I do they are, ,,they are my partner. Don't look so surprised! I can't believe I'm deserving of them either."

Kiss him rn:(

About flowers

"Y/n and I often go flower picking through Liyues mountains. While I don't know where they get the energy to race from mountain top to mountain top, as long as it makes them happy, I'm happy. That said, the flower crowns they make are quite beautiful. Do I wear them? Of course."

About vision:

"I've learned to control most of the elemental energy originating from our visions but, as embarrassing as it is to say, i've lost control of them multiple times around Y/n. there have been multiple occasions of anemo whisps dancing around them or *sigh*, dashing into them when I desire physical contact. They think it's sweet but...nevermind, I suppose that makes it alright.

Heizou

About y/n:

"Ah yes Y/n! They are quite lovely don't you think? You know, the first time I met them something inside of me just knew they were my soulmate, and unsurprisingly I dreamed about them that night! Once I finally managed to talk to them we immediately felt the spark. We've been together ever since :)"

About cases:

"Although I'm good at solving cases, if I do say so myself, I do like requesting Y/n to help me. Of course, I’d never take them with me on dangerous cases, but the more ahem peculiar ones such as " a certain Oni has been seen walking around Hanamizaka challenging children to onikabuto duels' ' it's fun to bring them along. "

About visions:

"Ah yes, every user's vision is in tune with their emotions. Mine are a little more controllable than most users. Sometimes little puffs of air flow from my fingertips, Y/n enjoys it when I'm stroking my hand through their hair or giving them a gentle breeze on a hot day. Gotta be careful I don't accidentally make the flow too strong tho"

Gorou

About y/n

"Oh you have met Y/n? Well, what did you think of them? They’re sweet right! They told you about us? No no I don’t mind! I just didn’t expect them to be so open and excited to tell you. I know it's wagging Stop looking at my tail!"

About headpats:

"Though many try, I don't let anyone touch my ears, or my tail,,,except for y/n of course. Many times in the past, when I was younger, people always tugged on my tail or pinched my ears so I was really nervous when Y/n wanted to touch them. I'm glad I let them. They're always soft and delicate with any pets and it feels good to know they like me for me and everything that I am. They also know the exact right places to scratch!"

About visions:

Shirou is the lil dog with gorous skill btw

"Lets not talk about that. There have been an embarrassing amount of times where I had to hold back shirou from pressing a plethora of kisses to y/n's face. He only does that when I'm holding back on affection. Not because I don't like it! more so because I get nervous, but now it's either breaking through that nervousness or getting a leash for shirou.."

Arataki Itto

About y/n:

"Haha I see you’ve met my number one! They’re great, they are always up for onikabuto fights, they get along great with granny even the gang adores them? Jealous? Why would I be jealous? The gang, no no they wouldn't try anything, I mean yeah y/n is great and sweet, kind, admirable, strong…..perhaps I should have a meeting with the gang, just to be sure ya know"

About being an oni:

"Hey hey hey what do ya think about my horns! check it out freshly painted by the lovely y/n haha!! Yeah, y/n always paints my horns! Sometimes I just let them decide what color they're going to be, even walked around with pastel pink ones for a while. Im glad that they're so comfortable with me being an oni. the differences in size, strength and well the horns of course can scare quite a few people off or archons forbid make them start throwing beans AGH. Not my dear y’n though! even if I accidentally poke them with my horns sometimes, they still press a kiss to them each moring:))"

About visions

"Sometimes, I think Ushi likes y/n more than me. I know right! They’re always cuddling together which I mean they should be doing with me but anyways, or Ushi is sitting on their lap which is also my place....... but I like that they get along so well. Ushi has been my rock for a long time so it's nice to see them together.

Zhongli

I couldnt think of a vision one :(

About y/n:

"Oh you want to know more about y/n and me? Of course, i’d love to tell you about our story. My dear love y'n and I go a long long way back. Come sit down I will brew you some tea as I tell you about them"

About Morax:

"Though I have walked around in this form for a while now, some old habits are quite hard to shed, more specifically the hoarding and protecting of treasure. But I also think it’s a normal response to want to protect whats yours no? As you can see our home is decorated with little shiny trinkets that I found during my many years in Teyvat. Here! this a very special crystal I found a millenia ago, Dug it out of the ground myself. Of course you can touch it. The protectiveness? Oh that only happens when y/n is around"

Dragon!zhongli? Kiss me.

Thank you for reading bunnies!<3 I hope you liked it!

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writingsofwesteros · 1 year

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i saw that requests are open now! hopefully im not too late, cause i love your writing.

can i request more aemond x innocent reader? maybe daemon and rhaenyra’s daughter, who he is completely obsessed with. six years and he cannot take it anymore, so he flies to dragonstone and sneaks in to fuck and breed her, so that she end ups getting betrothed to him 🫣

AN: Hi, I hope you like it . Some Aemond for you all x

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“You have to be quiet.” Aemond whispered into your ear; his hand gently around your mouth and muffling the cries of pleasure threatening to escape you. Your eyes were wide and locked onto him as the Prince pulled you against his bare chest. Your soft, ample breasts bouncing with his jerking of his hips.

“Good girl.” The Prince hummed and lent in to begin hotly mouthing at your soft neck. Your soft spot allows him to take control. His hand moved over your bulging stomach; pushing down on you. Two of his fingers slipped inside your hot, drooling mouth as his thick cock pushed deeper inside you.

You bounced on his fat cock again and again; his head brushing against your soft spot with ease. Your moans easily muffled by him had Aemond chuckling darkly into your ear. Your mouth watering scent moving over him. “Fuck..you are so good.” He whispered his praises easily to you.

The sound of bodies slapping against each other continued to echo around the room as he quickened his pace. His hand slowly moved down your stomach; his slender fingers brushing over your sensitive pussy. Your walls spasmed around his cock whilst his thumb slowly circled your clit.

Your legs began to shake as you locked eyes with him once more. Aemond’s smirk still on his face. Your eyes were rolling back once more as he thrust deeper. “Going to have you full of my babe soon.” He whispered into your ear and all you could do was whimper and stare with such wide eyes.

Aemond pushed his fingers deeper inside your mouth; your gagging had his cock twitching inside you. “Can’t…” You babbled against his palm, which only seemed to anger Aemond some more. He pushed you down onto the bed; your face burrowing into the pillows in front of you as he fucked you hard.

He harshly palmed at your arse as he looked down. His bright eyes widening in pleasure as he watched his fat cock push inside you again and again. All you could do was take it; slowly moving back against him. Your soft, ample breasts bouncing with each movement as your walls fluttered around him.

His slender fingers returned to your sensitive clit and began to pinch in punishment. Your gasps are still muffled by the pillow before you. “Aemond…” You whimpered out breathlessly; your moans of pleasure escaping you. Aemond couldn’t hold back any longer. His grunts of pleasure echoing.

“Good girl..so good..” Aemond whispered into your ear. His body on top of you as his release came over him. His cum flooded your weeping pussy as his hand roughly rubbed against your clit. You cried out his name; this time it echoed around the room as you thrashed around in his hold.

His hand slowly moved to your stomach as you began to settle down. His dark smirk only widening.

“I can’t believe you have done this.” Alicent whispered. Those big, brown eyes of hers filled with disappointment. Aemond could only shrug; his carelessness coming off him in waves as the Queen stared. You began to nervously play with your fingers as you looked between the two of them.

“It will be well, mother…an alliance with this marriage.” Aemond tried to convince her as his hand reached for you. Was this all you were to him? A chess piece..a toy; those thoughts raced through your mind. It seemed the Green Queen was coming around, you thought to yourself as you watched on.

“We shall plan this then.” Alicent finally spoke as you moved into his side. The Queen is still terrifying you and you couldn’t stop your heart pounding in your ears as you watched her leave the room. “Aemond…” You softly whispered when it was just the two of you all alone. Your nervousness is only rising.

He slowly moved his head for his eye to lock onto you. The stare alone was enough to have you gulping. His hands slowly moved up and down your sides as you stayed impossibly close to him for some comfort. A near scoff escaped you at the idea of Aemond bringing anyone comfort; never mind you.

“Is there something wrong?” He hummed as if this whole situation was not wrong. Gods, he was unbelievable. A smirk tugged on his lips as he watched your face; reading your expression as easily as ever. His hand gently moved to cup your face; his thumb brushing across your still blushing cheeks.

“Nobody will accept this.” You whimpered out; your hand slowly moved over your small, swollen stomach. Aemond’s hand gently moved on top of you. His slender fingers brushing over the dress with a softer smile coming over his face. You were not sure what frightened you more, if you were honest with yourself.

“I’ll make them.” His tone was dark and had you nearly shivering as you began to chew on your bottom lip. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip as he leaned close. Gently, he rested his head on yours. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead whilst your own mind was so loud.

You did not believe he could…not in a pleasant way anyway, you thought to yourself as your eyes fluttered. Gods, what had you done, you thought to yourself. Your heart is fluttering madly now. His lips were soon on yours as you melted against his chest; your hands moving onto him now.

His arms wrapped around you, keeping you impossibly closer. His mouth watering scent washed over you. You bowed your head; hiding into him as the height difference between the two of you was shown. Your hands slowly moved to reach his larger ones and began to play with his fingers.

Aemond’s smile only became softer as he watched your movements. Gently, the Prince brought your hand up to his lips. A soft kiss was placed on you and for a moment; everything else melted away. All the troubles you knew would come seemingly disappeared in that small moment.

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x y/n #request

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sluttyminghao · 10 months

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hey hi heh i’m a new follower congrats on the 7k!!! i read ur joshua w/ an inexperienced reader and i’m obsessed 😩😩 but what abt the daddiest of all daddies, wonwoo w/ an inexperienced reader? hehe

"we don't have to do this if you aren't ready, baby."

"no, no! im ready, just a little nervous," you sigh, picking at the skin around your fingernails. it's quickly put to a halt when wonwoo's large hands encapsulate yours and rub at the skin gently, slightly easing your racing heartbeat.

"it's okay to be nervous, we can go slow." wonwoo's soft voice calms you and you nod, leaning into his muscular build. he lets his hands slowly wander over your body, under your shirt and into your sleep shorts.

you gasp as his cool fingers make contact with your clit, rubbing slow and controlled circles over the bundle of nerves. your moans are like music to his ears as he speeds up his fingers, and it makes his basketball shorts feel tighter with each passing second.

"f-fuck, wonu...i need to have you inside me," you croak out, your thighs tightening around his hand. he wrestles his wrist out from between your plush thighs and licks the digits clean, almost making you moan again at the sight alone.

"alright baby, strip for me." he rasps, quickly shoving his shorts and boxers down and letting his cock spring free. the sight alone has your thighs quivering, but as you discard your own clothing, wonwoo can't help but groan his appreciation.

"you're so fucking hot, god i can't believe i landed you," he mutters, beckoning you to sit on his lap. with careful execution, you find yourself perched directly above his cock, leaking precum in anticipation.

"just take your time darling, if it hurts we can stop," he grips your waist and kisses your neck reassuringly. you take a deep breath and nod, before gripping his cock and slowly lowering yourself onto him.

the stretch is deliciously painful, which is the only way to describe it. as you lower yourself, you can feel him pulsing and he's buried himself into your neck, groaning profanities. you were so grateful you were soaking wet, because it would be so painful otherwise.

"you're doing great darling," wonwoo mumbles out as you bottom out on his cock, and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. now that the pain had subsided, you could truly feel how much pleasure was coursing through your body.

without any prompting, you let your hips begin to move on their own accord. wonwoo's head snaps up in surprise and lets out a low groan as you clench and grind simultaneously, and he grips your hips just a little tighter.

"a-are you sure you've never ridden anyone before?" he stumbles out, eyes glazed over with lust as he drinks in the feeling of your walls spasming around him. you can only chuckle and move your hips again, watching as his eyes roll.

"nope, just practicing what I've seen in porn. wanna see what else I can do?"

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❝ Take my soul (need control) ❞

slashers dating slasher reader | erratic!slasher!male!reader | fluff, smut | graphic description of violence, brief mention of animal cruelty in Brahms H. section, mentions of nsfw things |

as a preface, (Y/N) is implied to be erratic and unhinged as a slasher. their s/o's are the only ones who can calm them.

Amanda Young (Saw) -

You didn't fit in her future.

At least, that's what Amanda's initials thoughts are when you two stared down each other from across the parking lot, panting as you held your weapons.

She's heard of you through the news. The infamous (slasher name), the monster that lurks in the shadows and savagely crushes anyone who had the misfortune of wounding up as their victim.

Your methods were unlike hers. Not calculated, not planned, not meticulous - completely erratic, like a hurricane.

But she needs the man that one of you has knocked out in your scuffle. While you? You just saw him walking past you while he was making his way to his car and decided he'd die tonight. She stiffens and reaches back for the gun she brings for emergencies as you straighten up but finds herself bewildered as you begin laughing maniacally.

"Have 'im, Ms Piggy" She sees your grip loosen on your weapon and her fingers uncurl from the handle of the gun. "Ya' clearly need 'im more than I do" and just like that, you're gone. The only thing she hears is her own breathing and her racing heartbeat.

Amanda is feverish about finding you. She reads everything she can and scours wannabe psychos and sociopaths' blogs dedicated to your crimes. (slasher name) becomes an obsession.

When you meet again, you find 'Miss Piggy' eyeing the interiors of your home. She's unsure of what she feels as she imagines you moving about the space but she smiles when you begin chuckling like a hyena and reach for the knife you had on you.

"I need your help, (Y/N)"

"Will it be fun?"

Amanda's smiling under her mask. She's seen your research of her work. The newspaper clippings, paint (or blood) of your theories on the wall (among other 'deranged' scribbles) you were familiar with her.

"Wouldn't have asked if it wasn't".

Fun was an understatement. You were a wildcard, someone that could cost her this entire game but the carnage you spread was so beautiful...she wasn't sure if any device or game she sets up could compare.

You two end up working with each other more and more. Your unpredictability makes the FBI tear their hairs out - you were, ironically, the balance she needed in her scales.

When you two confess to each other, you're soaked in someone else's blood. She approaches you from behind, watching your shoulders and chest rise and fall.

You lick the blood from your lips, your smile stretching over your cheeks looking almost uncomfortable.

Her eyes flick to your lips then up to your eyes.

"Come 'ere, Miss Piggy" she leans in and you meet her halfway.

Most would argue that you would be the worst guy to be in a relationship with.

They're wrong.

Amanda knows the ins and outs of your twisted heart because you bare it to her as it beats for her in your palm.

She doesn't take advantage of it. Tests it? Sure, just to feel more secure, but never to the point where you doubt her love for her.

Amanda thinks your ingenuity and creative mind is her favourite part of you (among other things).

You've jokingly told her she could split your skull open to get those ideas fresh - she giggles and you gather her in your arms.

Amanda leaves the window of your bathroom unlocked. Just for you. She knows you need to 'hunt' sometimes and doesn't discourage it (though she makes sure you know her targets so you don't end up killing them). When you crawl back home, you make sure to shower first before you shuffle back into bed.

She tends to your wounds, scolding you only if she knows you could've avoided it in the first place. "More fun that way, 'Manda" she huffs "So you'd leave me forever just for more fun?"

She knows you're pretty screwed up in that brain box of yours, she's not above manipulating you to bend to her whims but she only ever does it out of love, (Y/N)!

She's highly protective of you. She'll ensure your identity is safe if there are any loose ends during your 'hunts'.

She can't lose you. You can't lose her. Both of you are monsters. Both of you belong together - can't live without the other.

If a victim manages to get an upper hand on either of you God help them.

The second one of you is in danger, the other only sees red.

You've literally taken several bullets for Amanda.

She was so gentle with you that night. Her kisses silent apologies. Seeing her cry as she looks down at you makes you move to sit - despite the pain and her protests. Her breath hitched as your tongue slithers in, Amanda's lips warmed by yours.

"You're hurt, (Y/N)" "Don't care, need you"

"You're hurt because of me!" her yell makes you tilt your head "I should've been more careful!" she continues.

"I want you, Amanda" you whine, cupping her weeping face in your hands. "I'll want you even if you hurt me, even if it kills me. Don't say no to me, Piggy?"

The nickname wins her over.

By the way, she calls you Froggy or Kermit (Kermy too!). It's cute.

(She buys green and pink items because they remind her of the two of you and you've gifted her two hearts that you'd cut in half, coloured pink and green and sowed together. She placed the gift on the desk she works on, it's displayed in a dome glass case and she fights back a smile every time she lays eyes on it)

The satisfaction she gets when victims scream as they spot you in the same room as them. Just so fucking proud of her killing machine.

When you go overboard, if the emotions get too overwhelming for you and you only think of how to get rid of the pain - Amanda grips the nape of your neck and pushes you onto your knees.

You bow because it's her. You breathe because it's her.

"(slasher name)" Your eye twitches, gaze still floating around the room but she knows she has your attention.

"You all there, Kermy?"

"I'm right here, Piggy".

Brahms Heelshire (The Boy) -

Initially, you'd taken the babysitting job as a cover to lay low. Things were getting heated in (insert wherever you're from) and this secluded manor was perfect.

The sight of the doll didn't make you falter. Hey, you got a few screws loose yourself so you didn't judge the Heelshires for how they cope.

Brahms was intrigued by you from the second he laid his eyes on you. The way you instantly gathered the doll in your arms without an ounce of judgement makes butterflies flutter.

He is elated to know that there's a chance you won't freak out if you see him.

He quickly finds out you're not exactly the Average Joe.

You brought the rat traps inside, he inches closer to the hole in the wall when you suddenly froze. The rat squeaks furiously and your non-dominant hand idly reaches for the drawers. Brahms did not expect you to pull out a meat tenderizer.

There's a mix of emotions in the boy as he skitters to his room. He laid awake that night, a part of him wondering if you were just like him and the other feeling guilt at the excitement.

His parents tried their best to nurture him into a decent man. Even if it didn't work, their voices still linger in his head but when he sees the tender way you cradle the porcelain extension of himself the next morning? Your voice sickly sweet, lips pressing into the cold temple of the doll?

Brahms craves you.

Malcolm, poor, stupid, Malcolm.

Brahms wasn't the only one that wanted him gone. The only reason you reciprocated his advances was to fulfil a different type of lust.

(Malcolm wasn't your type anyways.)

Brahms's nails nearly break as he digs them in the wood of the walls, breath labouring as anger consumes him. Malcolm was on top of you, unworthy hands gripping at you like you were some common whore.

He's moved from behind the walls to the closet when you're on top of him. The grip of the 'missing' meat tenderizer was so tight his hand was trembling.

Malcolm yells in pain and Brahm pauses as he watches you laugh in pure delight as you dig your thumbs inside Malcolm's eye sockets.

You turn to him, smile still etched on your features and Brahms gulps as you bring your thumb to your mouth to suck the blood and gore clean.

"Cute mask"

The kitchen utensil drops with a comical 'THUD!' while you two stare at each other.

Your relationship falls into a steady, domestic, pace much quicker than both of you anticipated. How could they not? The secluded land was beautiful when the weather wasn't so dreary. Even if it was, the grand fireplaces were extremely nice to cosy up next to. It's hard NOT to fall deeper and deeper into each other when everything was so romantic.

Malcolm's death was covered up thanks to the wild animals on the land. Brahms watches from the window as you whistle, beckoning the scavengers as you spread a few of Malcolm's innards around.

You tell him everything about your kills. Effectively burying his parent's voice in his head as you sink him deeper and deeper into your hell.

"You're beautiful just like this, Brahmsy" he pants from beneath the mask and you place a kiss on those cold lips. "They won't understand like I do, we're meant to be like this so we can find each other" his pupils are so blown out as he stares up at you.

"You're my good boy, Brahms, forever and always. Okay?"

"Okay, (Y/N)". Your smile was sculpted by the king of hell himself and Brahm's eyes roll back as you move your hips.

Brahms feels vindicated and free. For once, guilt doesn't whisper accusingly in his shadow. Instead, there's you.

Your routines overlap his. Your hands pull him from the darkness. Your voice haunts him every second of every day.

The bodies pile up in the woods. The rats are scarce with the sudden spike of scavengers drawn to the Heelshire manor.

You love spoiling him with victims, love watching him release his creativity and curiosity. He's so good with his hands and all that raw strength? It's not an odd sight for you to make love in the showers after 'play time' was done.

He loves helping you freak the shit out of your victims, pretending to be the ghost in the walls and making them so paranoid they think they've gone crazy.

When they're dealt with, Brahms often makes snacks for the both of you.

Oh! He makes a mask for you. To show his love and for you to wear when you need it.

He doesn't like that you leave the manor. It causes BIG arguments. Vintage vases flying to the wall kind of arguments. But you were a bloodthirsty hound, you needed to stretch your legs.

He'll be sullen but he gets over it. This routine annoys the shit out of both of you though but over time, he learns you need it just as much as he needs his quiet times.

He welcomes you when you get home, lifting his mask to kiss you and you giggle as your hands slide up his wifebeater.

"Miss me, big boy?"

"Always" he pouts.

Corey Cunningham (Halloween Ends) -

Corey knew before you did.

You were just like him. The darkness spills from your eyes as you tell him how the front of your car got wrecked.

"A deer scared you?" he wipes his hands on the front of his uniform, turning to you as you nod and stroke the large dents and scratches on your hood. "Swerved into the woods, didn't hit a tree head-on - Thank God, right?" Corey nods.

He pretends not to see the splatter of blood and hoses down the hair and chunks of flesh from your tires.

Guessed you missed a spot, hm?

He's good at being undetected. People...people avoid him nowadays.

You don't have to ask around much to learn about the cute, outcasted, mechanic's past. You find it all a bit pathetic. These people were really that terrified of him over what sounded like an honest mistake?

Corey wonders why you've gone to Allen's family's abandoned house during his nightly routine of stalking you.

He watches you from the windows, knife in hand though with no real intent of using it...on you anyways. Blood had already stained the blade.

You pause at the sight of dried blood and gaze up the spiralling staircase. Much to his chagrin, you lay down and place your head right on the bloodstain.

Your laughter makes blood pool under the skin of his cheeks. Your hands splay out to your side and you're laughing so hard your sides hurt, Corey finds himself pressing a hand to the window and wishes he was right beside you.

The next day, Corey's parked right out of the supermarket just as you come out. He grins boyishly and you ask if he needs anything. He holds himself back from saying "you" and instead asks if you're free tonight.

You don't expect him to be so forward but you're intrigued. So you ask if he'll be the one to pick you up (considering your car is still in his garage) and Corey pretends to be interested as you write down your address as he imprints the sight of your semi-focused expression. He already knows where you live but you don't have to worry about that, (Y/N).

The night was perfect from the get-go. Your warmth pressed against his back as he drove the two of you to a bar that was further away than usual but was the only one he could go to without people whispering — you don't mind.

Then drinks got involved and suddenly you're dancing with him, some shitty pop song playing over shitty speakers but neither of you cared.

Then reality came crashing in. Someone had loudly — drunkenly — mentioned Corey's past. Everyone gives him looks and although he could care less he pretends to by pulling you out of the bar.

"Corey, wait" he's too drunk to drive and his hands are itching to feel blood so he pauses as you chuckle the command out. "Stay here, baby" The nickname makes his heart flutter and he nods as he leans against his bike. When you disappear back into the bar — probably left something, he thought — he curses and tries his hardest not to storm in and strangle the life out of that asshole who ruined his date and the closest bar he could go to without reproachful glares.

He contemplates the thought of moving away from Haddonfield with you when his phone rings. It's you. For a second, he thinks you're in trouble but when he answers you're breathless pants of glee tells him otherwise.

"Come to the back, Corey".

The sight that greets him is the asshole with a bleeding mouth and a broken nose. The burst veins in his eyes and the wooden plank that you held loosely in your arm paint a clear picture.

"Night's still young, baby" you muse as you make a faux swing that makes the man whimper from where he was sprawled on the ground. "I know you wanna" Your purr makes Corey shudder.

The Cheshire grin on your face is absolutely maniacal as Corey sheds his jacket and pulls out the pocket knife he kept in his back pocket.

The same one you'd felt against your thighs when you were riding his bike.

Haddonfield was lucky the two of you decided to spread your chaos elsewhere because the two of you were insatiable.

The fact that neither of you stayed in one city for too long also didn't help. You were basically doing an American-wide murder spree.

And Corey would not have it any other way.

You were just like him — wilder, sure, but you understood him in ways no one else had ever done.

"Fuck, baby" Corey has you on the bed of some engineer whose blood was currently being used as lube. The man's body was somewhere in the room but Corey barely gave a shit when you're looking down at him with that toothy grin that makes your eyes twinkle with bloodlust. "Mm, you feel so fuckin' good, Corey".

Somehow you two decide to settle down in a quiet town. Corey going under a different name as he works at a garage. Everybody around you thinks you guys are the sweetest couple — cooing at how young you are and sighing about young love.

They don't know that your weekend trips are spent with blood, guts, and sex. Two maniacs completely enamoured with one another.

"Baby, look" Corey eyes the silver band on your finger. Then the other one is on your palm as you extend it to him. You drop the chopped-off hand of the man the both of you had just killed and inched closer and closer.

"Pretty, hm?" he nods "Till death do us part" At that, he scoffs and pulls you in closer.

"Not even Death can keep us apart, (Y/N) (L/N)" he brushes the tip of your noses together and plants a bloody kiss but your giggle cuts it short.

"Don't you mean, (Y/N) Cunningham-(L/N)?" Corey's grin is nothing short of loving and he claims your lips again.

OG!Michael Myers (Halloween (1978 - 1982)) -

To be completely honest, the way you two met was a blur. Before you met Michael Myers your life had little to no meaning.

When he decided to break into your family home one night, he jump-starts everything. He had you pinned on the dining table, his mask already coated with the blood of your kin. Your feeble attempts at escaping his inhumanely strong grip leave you gasping for breath and you're sure that the building pressure in your head isn't a good sign.

But when you stare into Michael's eyes a sudden force tugs your lips apart into a bloody smile. Your laughter is nothing but strained gasps and squeaks and it makes Michael's grip falter enough for you to finally grasp the make-shift stake beside you (from the chair he'd thrown your way) and drive it into his shoulder.

Michael staggers and without missing a beat, you're lunging at him again. No fear, no hesitation, and frankly, no thoughts behind such a brash action.

The force of your body slamming into him throws his momentum off but he feels something in his chest suddenly beat as your shrill laughter fills his ears.

You, with your wild hair and wilder eyes...

Michael craved you.

He knocks you out.

Then, he watches you. From your recovery in the hospital to the 'safehouse' you were placed in. The detectives thought this could be their chance — to finally catch Michael Myers as he 'finishes you off'.

Michael knows you're done with your kill just from the shift in the air. He enters the safehouse and stares at the splatters of blood and bullet holes in the drywall. He follows the sounds of your laughter and finds you in the dining room in a familiar pose.

You have the detective pinned under you, fingers crushing his larynx as he weakly fights back against you. Michael waits politely, when you're done he moves to the back door and you wordlessly follow.

Eating rats was new but strangely enough the act of catching them was a great bonding activity. Your jokes about meeting the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles — and eating them — fly over Michael's head but his amused silence tells you he doesn't mind your babbles.

He learns fairly quickly that, unlike his silent, effortlessly, intimidating self, you're erratic, loud and pumped with energy when you're hunting.

He doesn't dislike it but it takes some getting used to.

You don't always go on hunts together but when you do he appreciates your gore-y creativity.

The Shape of Haddonfield now has Hellhound by his side — isn't that a cute nickname for yourself, (Y/N)?

While victims shit themselves at the sight of Michael, his stony demeanour is what makes him all the more Boogeyman-worthy. He feels inhuman. That both terrifies and comforts some — but you?

You're entirely too human. Your glee, your rambles as you stab your victims, you're laughter full of excitement.

"Mikey" he glances your way as your fingers stroke up the neck of his mask. Here you were, sprawled all over Michael Myer's lap like a goddamn kitten. You lean up and kiss his rubbery lips, he hums as your tongue licks his mask and pushes you back just enough to lift his mask above his nose.

"Thank you, Mikey" you chuckle, letting him taste the romantic spaghetti dinner you two had helped yourselves to after murdering the old couple.

Their home was isolated enough, that both of you could enjoy living above ground for a few days.

"You taste so good, Mikey" The grip on your waist makes that addictively sweet laughter bubble in your throat.

RZ!Michael Myers (Halloween (2007 - 2009))-

You were the only good thing in his god-forsaken life.

The mental institution had made a big mistake in housing two monsters — especially when those monsters were always so drawn towards each other.

No matter what punishments they inflicted on either of you for sharing glances. It did little to stop this undeniable, instinctual, need to be close to one another.

Initially, the doctors had thought Michael's curiosity was a good sign. A sign that he was showing interest in making friends. Even if you were less than ideal in terms of 'fixing' him considering your own streak of homicide (that landed you in this shithole in the first place) but they were desperate.

So, they allowed controlled meetings. Michael's stare terrified others but you seemed to thrive under his attention.

Guards had reached out to pull you back as you climbed the table and got right up in Michael's face but he is as still as a statue as you carefully brush his long locks of blonde hair back.

"There you are, pretty boy" and with those words and your eyes that reflect back his darkened soul right back at him — Michael is smitten.

When he escapes, he finds you.

When he enacts his revenge, you're the shadow that devours any sacrificial lambs that managed to stray from his grasp.

Oh, he's all yours.

Michael swears that if you're not near him the air feels thinner.

He relishes in the way you mercilessly slaughter anyone in your way — he doesn't ask why you kill but knows that whatever the answer he'll support his batshit insane boyfriend.

"Is this for me?" he nods, showing you the new mask he'd created. You smile warmly, sitting across from him as you carefully place the mask on your face.

"How do I look, pretty boy?"

He places his large hand on your thighs and begins tapping. You encourage him with careful strokes to his bicep.

.--. .-. . - - -.--

Your grin makes his heart flutter. "Thank you, baby" and you reward your darling lover with a kiss which makes him grunt at the mask that blocks him from properly kissing you.

Billy Loomis & Stu Macher (Scream (1996)) -

They had an inkling you were just like them.

Billy says it's the way your eyes become devoid of any light when you're angry. While Stu tells you it's the way you lick the blood from your split lip and smile as you lunge at the opposing team's captain.

(Y/N) (L/N), an athlete of their school.

Meanwhile, to his boyfriends, he's an absolutely merciless murderer.

Everyone sort of avoids you. Even your coach rarely gets in your face to yell at you the way he does at everyone else. It baffles people that Billy and Stu are your lovers.

For them though? It's the perfect match.

You're not Ghostface, however, (slasher name) is always spotted with Ghostface.

A maniac with brute strength that takes hits and stabs and even bullets without going down.

Those who did live to tell the tale of an encounter with (slasher name) and Ghostface mutter that hurting Ghostface? Was a big fucking mistake if (slasher name) is there to witness it.

You're the kind of guy to body slam someone out a second-storey window and just walk it off while the victim who cushioned your fall is wheezing their last breath.

Billy reprimands your unnecessary displays of brutality while Stu simply gushes about how cool it was. They both tend to your wounds, kissing and massaging anything that hurts.

Ghostface is equally as protective of you, make no mistake, even if they're not throwing a chair at a victim they will ensure you don't actually get yourself killed in your bloodlust.

Stu has pulled a gun and shot someone in the face when they threatened to do the same to you.

Billy rushes to the two of you upon hearing gunshots but groans in relief as he sees you making out with Stu mere inches away from the body.

"Hey! Earth to perverts! Time to scram!" Billy is pulled into the make-out session by you and he all but melts under your hold.

"Want you. Now" Stu laughs at your huffy tone but eagerly circles his hands around your waist while you pull Billy closer to your front.

Beauregard 'Bo' Sinclair (House of Wax) -

A new victim of Ambrose? That's what you are, right?

Wrong.

You'd been a solo traveller that coincidentally got grouped up with another group of travellers. You seemed normal enough, Bo thinks as he spots you making your way to his garage.

Cute and handsome, a darn shame you'd have to die but at least Vincent will immortalize your beauty.

He notices that you're not close with the others. When he asks, you explain your vehicles had broken down near each other so Lester rounded up all of you together.

You lean on the hood of the car he was clearly working on, jutting your hips and looking impressed. He shamelessly takes in the curve of your butt before putting on a charming Southern smile when you glance back at him.

"Good with your hands, hm?" Bo feels blood travel south but he just chuckles. The conversation is cut short by the others clearing their throats.

When he kills the group one by one, he immediately notices that you seem excited at the violence he spreads. You don't scream or yelp but you're helping him.

At first, he thinks you're just saving your ass from getting sliced down when you push someone in front of you. But while the others run, you're moaning as he's thrusting the blade repeatedly into the man's body.

He pants as you two make eye contact, gulping he pulls the blade out and offers it to you.

"Fuckin' finally" you coo, pressing a bloody kiss on his cheek before you slip to hunt the others down.

His brothers are definitely confused by his decision to let you stay as a real residence of Ambrose but after another group rolls in you prove your worth to them.

Between heated moments under the sheets and lip-locking with Bo, you confess that the reason you ended up at Ambrose was that the police were hot on your tail.

"It's fate," you say as you trace circles on his chest. "We were meant to meet, to be family" he would usually scoff at such a notion but the way you fit into his deranged life so easily...

"It's something", he gruffs out, watching as you take the lighter from his hand to light the cigarette between his lips. "Whatever it is, it brought you to me so"

"Aww, Bo, you gettin' sappy on me?" your teasing makes him threaten to shove the cigarette in your mouth but you just laugh it off.

"Love ya', Bo" he averts his eyes but mumbles.

"Love you too..."

Vincent Sinclair (House of Wax) -

Instead of catching Bo's eyes, it's Vincent's heart that you grasp.

A solo traveller that somehow got roped in with another group, a victim of circumstance is what Vincent would have called you.

But instead, you've ruthlessly wormed your way inside his heart.

While the others ran like headless chickens when Bo started killing, you were dragged by another girl to hide in the Sinclairs' house. Stupid move on her end really, but you were curious about their headquarters of sorts. So you follow, breathing raggedly to sell this whole 'helpless victim' façade.

You find the basement. Despite the chills that run down your spine from the scent of death (and wax) you convince her it'd be a good place to hide.

Vincent hears her as she shakily steps into his lair. He thinks she's the only one but finds it odd that she looks desperately over his shoulder as he slices her head off with a pair of garden shears.

Until he feels a blade pressed right at the base of his spine.

"You're pretty strong" Your eyes twinkle from the corner of his and he goes rigid as you dig the tip of the blade deeper. You reach to brush locks of his hair behind his ear, a growl raises from his throat but you shush him.

Your lips brush on the shell of his ear.

"I'll bring more of them here, I want to watch while you turn them into pieces of art".

Bo is feeling an inkling of worry at the sudden lack of victims. He rushes to see if they've decided to overwhelm Vincent and finds you swinging your feet while Vincent is organizing the bodies of the group.

Bo is distrustful. He thinks you've seduced his twin and while that is true, you've no bad intentions like he thinks you do.

Vincent is painfully awkward compared to your nonchalant energy. But it works, the two of you just work.

He scolds you when you get new wounds from the victims fighting back but it's a bit hypocritical when he does the same.

Though he prefers wax figures, he did dabble in oil paints again as he attempts to recreate the scene he sees of you demolishing victims.

A watcher, a stalker; an artist.

Vincent usually stays in the basement but ever since you came? When the hunt is on, he's watching you. Imprinting the image of your body shaking with muffled laughter as you pull your jaws away from the bleeding neck of a victim, spitting out their vocal cords with a satisfied hum.

"Vinnie" your coo makes him flinch but he walks out from the shadows as you beckon him with your hand. Your boyfriend stands in front of you, reaching to wipe some blood away from your cheek but really the only thing he does is move it around.

"Was that pretty, Vinnie?" he huffs through his nose and lifts your chin up so you stain his waxy lips with warm blood.

He pulls away to sign, 'Always beautifull'.

Lester Sinclair (House of Wax) -

You rode with him on the way to Ambrose.

He's taken by your looks and feels a sense of pity and regrets that you'd be dead soon. Especially since you were the only one among the others that weren't a complete asshole to him.

"Ambrose, huh" he nods, tapping his steering wheel as his eyes flit between the road and you. "Must be pretty secluded, haven't even heard of it", he laughs and tells you it's because you aren't from around here.

"See ya'" he waves at you but you scan him from head to toe in a way that's not scrutinizing but lustful. He feels his cheeks warm, you nod to him as a goodbye before you turn to walk into the death trap that is Ambrose.

He's surprised to find you covered in blood and right outside his shack later that night. Jonesy growls near his heel but you were just sitting there on his porch, casually testing the weight of the hilt of a hatchet in your hands.

"Your brothers should use you more than a glorified Ferryman" he is confused but tense. His muscles are rigid like a snake coiling to bite.

Blood drips from the ends of your hair and nose, you place the hatchet down and crouch, beckoning Jonesy' with a sweet baby voice that has the poor pup confused between staying by Lester's side or sniffing you.

"I like Ambrose," you tell him, your eyes squished into an adorable crescent shape.

"Can I stay, Lester?"

His brothers aren't aware of you until at least a week. They were extremely distrustful of you, their baby brother was someone that they did not want to be harmed. Hence why he stays out of the nitty-gritty of it all.

When you show that you're just as protective of Lester, they approve of your relationship. Not that you would let their approval get in the way of your love for him anyways.

Your boyfriend has to get used to your sudden disappearances and reappearances.

And he has to learn how to stitch you up as well. He doesn't scold you though reminds you to be more careful but drinks up your stories of the victims being crushed under your foot.

Whoever manages to stray far enough from Ambrose to find Lester's shack will find themselves in an entirely different but just as torturous hell.

Jonesy enjoys the raw feed though.

"I gotta go" Lester laughs as you whine and drag him back to your side. "I gotta check if anyone's 'lost'" he reminds but you stubbornly shake your head.

"Can't leave me, I'm hurt and defenceless"

Yeah, Lester's seen you shove the end of a rake down someone's throat with a broken arm and a concussion all while laughing. You could protect yourself with the scrapes and boo-boos from the night before just fine.

Feeling yourself lose this battle, you press a kiss to the nape of his neck as he sits and it makes his breath hitch.

Your hands circle his waist and his head hangs low as you slip your fingers down the band of his underwear.

"Stay" you plead.

"Jesus H. Christ" he turns and you grin triumphantly as he kisses you.

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remediesremedy · 7 months

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Hello Hello!

so I've been reading your work and I'm obsessed🤩 Could I request foolish reacting to his s/o being a really quiet and shy person but like a total freak in the sheets???(like choking kink, spit kink, stuff like that) If not that's totally okay!

TYSM<3333

anon you sound so sweet!! ofc i wanna bring your idea to life, and you’re earning some major brownie points by telling me you’re OBSESSED? with my work? i’m smiling rn!! that’s such an appreciated compliment. anyway, enough from me, let’s get into the good stuff :)

ENAMOURED BY FILTH

foolish x gn reader

warnings: pure filth, spit kink, rough, choking, biting, breeding

foolish having a typically shy partner who is a freak in the sheets is so funny to me.

they come onto stream often, sitting content in the background, sometimes quietly humming when foolish speaks to them, and smiling at chat when they say something funny.

their words are soft, so delicate and smooth that even foolish immediately quietens down when he senses they’re about to speak.

the relationship had been pretty slow, the furthest they had gotten was clothed grinding, and that got cut short when foolish got a phone call, relating to a sponsor for his next stream. He wasn’t too thrilled to answer a call with his hard cock straining in his boxers, tip leaking precum and begging for some attention, but he cleared his throat and moved his sight away from his partner’s needy face.

that instance had left foolish absolutely flushed and eager for more, but he didn’t go past kissing. He refused to move at a pace that was too fast for his partner, but his partner was convinced that foolish was the one needing to take it slow.

one night, after a long stream, foolish is exhausted and stumbles into their shared room when he spots his partner bare. They’re stood next to the bed with a towel draping over their thighs as they carefully dry the water on their skin. Foolish’s mouth felt like parchment, and the only thing that would satiate the dryness would be his lover’s attention. With a cough he announced himself and his partner turned around bashfully, and then laughed quietly.

“oh c’mon you’re blushing like a virgin.” they teased, shimmying the towel over their most private areas, “it’s okay, im covered now.” their eyes softened, reaching a hand out to grasp his, “we’ll move at your pace okay?”

Foolish couldn’t contain his disbelief, “my pace? i- i thought you were the one who wanted to take it slow?”

“me?” and with a sultry smile, it was the beginning of their heart racing endeavours.

•their first time being so gentle, foolish’s skin is on fire as his lips capture his lover’s, his heart hammers as his partner reaches up and tugs on his raven hair, the gasp he lets out is delicious. When he aligns his aching cock with their entrance, and slips into their warmth, he swears he sees stars. His high approaches quicker than he would like, and he can’t control the utter filth that leaves his lips as they moan out delightfully, “fuck, you wanna be good for me?”. Foolish wants nothing more than to be perfect for his partner, “yes, yes, what is it?”

“spit in my mouth.”

foolish cums, white blinding his vision as his seed coats his partner’s warm walls. Breathlessly, he collects saliva in his mouth and spits, it lands perfectly on the centre of their tongue, and he can’t help but to keep bucking his hips. He watched in awe as they swallow it in bliss, he ruts into them, until his poor cock is aching and his balls are empty.

They are both satiated, they’re filled with cum, with loving marks all over their skin. and foolish is spent, legs twitching and coursing with electricity.

#qsmp foolish #x reader #imagines #lgbtq #fluff #anons are open #anons open #foolish smut #mcyt foolish #foolish x reader #foolish gamers #foolish dsmp #mcyt #dsmp smut #qsmp smut

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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 7 months

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No Control* // Chad Meeks Martin x Reader x Ethan Landry

request: none!

prompts: none!

summary: things are awkward after your boyfriend, chad, walked in on you with his best friend, ethan. you’re terrified that you’ve ruined everything, but chad has other ideas.

warnings: language, smut, threesome, switch!chad, switch!reader, switch!ethan, use of the pet name “good boy” once, p in v, masturbation, hand job, being caught the morning after

word count: 3.3k

a/n: reader has female anatomy, but gender neutral pronouns are used. also im relatively new to writing smut, so apologies of its not the best!

part one part two

Stained coffee cup

Just a fingerprint of lipstick's not enough

Sweet, where you lay

Still a trace of innocence on the pillow case

Chad sat up straight on his bed, staring blankly at the wall. His mind racing with the image of you and Ethan together. His girlfriend and his best friend. He should be furious. Right? So why wasn’t he? Maybe he was a little sad, the thought that you don’t love him anymore staying in the back of his mind. But he knew you better than that. You loved him. You still do. Things were perfect between the two of you, there was no way you suddenly got tired of him overnight.

Realistically? Chad figured that you somehow found out about Ethan’s little crush on you, which he wasn’t that good at hiding, and that you had reciprocated the feelings. You had somehow found yourself falling in love with someone else, while still loving Chad all the same. And Chad couldn’t even blame you. After all, it was Ethan. Chad would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about his roommate in that way more than a few times.

Still, he wished you had just talked to him about all this. Everything would’ve been so much easier. But he knew why you didn’t. You felt like you were betraying him. And in a way, you had. You went behind his back and slept with someone else. But if he was being honest with himself, had he been in the same situation with Ethan, he probably would’ve done the same exact thing you had.

Waking up beside you, I'm a loaded gun

I can't contain this anymore

I'm all yours, I've got no control, no control

“Chad? You here?” Ethan asked, shutting the door to their dorm behind him as he walked inside.

Chad’s head perked up slightly at the sound of Ethan’s voice, but he didn’t make a move to respond. He heard footsteps coming closer, and then the door to his bedroom slowly creaked open. Ethan poked his head in, and Chad turned to face him.

“Hey,” Ethan said, tugging awkwardly at the collar of his shirt.

“Hi,” Chad replied, not quite meeting Ethan’s eyes.

After waiting a few moments, Ethan realized Chad wasn’t going to speak again, so he took that as permission to enter the room. Ethan walked over and sat down next to Chad on his bed. Chad went back to staring at the wall, and Ethan looked over at Chad nervously.

“Look man, I can’t even begin to explain how sorry I am. I never should’ve-”

“Do you love them?” Chad asked, cutting Ethan off.

“What…?” Ethan asked, taken aback by the question.

Chad finally turned his head to look at Ethan, and he repeated the question.

“Do you love them?”

After a pause, Ethan nodded. “Well, uhm, yeah. I- I think I do. No, I- I definitely do. I love them.”

Chad hummed in response, looking away again. The tension between the two of them was palpable, but it wasn’t for the reason that Ethan assumed it was.

“Do you love me?” Chad asked, too nervous to take his gaze off the floor.

“Huh?” Ethan replied, almost sounding confused by the question.

“You heard me. Do you?”

“Well, I mean of course I do. You’re my best friend,” Ethan answered, not sure what to make of the question.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that,” Chad said, his voice shaking. He finally forced himself to face Ethan.

“Oh. OH,” Ethan said, the true meaning of Chad’s question finally clicking in his head. “Uhm, yeah. I- I do.”

The look of pure terror slowly faded from Chad’s face. “Why did you never say anything?”

“Well, you were with y/n. And- well I’ve never felt like this for a guy before, I didn’t know what to make of it. I guess I was just… scared.” Ethan’s cheeks turned pink as he met Chad’s eyes. “Wait, does that mean you feel the same way?”

“Does this answer your question?”

Chad leaned in and kissed him, his hand resting on the side of Ethan’s face. Ethan’s eyes widened, and he froze, his brain short-circuiting by the sudden affection. Once his mind caught up with his body, he started to kiss Chad back. They both felt dizzy, months of unspoken feelings all pouring out within a few moments. It felt magical. And even more than that, it felt right.

Powerless, and I don't care it's obvious

I just can't get enough of you

The pedal's down, my eyes are closed, no control

You laid on your bed, staring up at your ceiling, tears staining your face. Your roommate, Anika, was out on a date with Mindy, so you didn’t even bother trying to keep quiet as you sobbed. You ruined things with Chad, and consequently, you might’ve ruined things with Ethan as well. You felt like you were living in hell, and the worst part was that it was a hell of your own making. Why couldn’t you have just been honest? Or better yet, you should’ve just made a decision.

But even attempting to do that would’ve been pointless, and you knew that. You wouldn’t be able to choose. You loved Chad, and over the course of your blossoming relationship with Ethan, you felt yourself beginning to fall in love with him too. You couldn’t choose because you loved them both. You didn’t have a favorite, or a preference. You wanted them both. But realistically, that wasn’t going to be possible.

You felt yourself finally beginning to drift off to the blissful relief of sleep, when a loud knocking at your front door jolted you awake. Groaning, you forced yourself out of bed. It was probably just Anika, who somehow always forgot her keys. You trudged over to the door and pulled it open, preparing to poke fun at your roommate for her forgetfulness, when you saw Chad and Ethan standing outside your door.

“Oh, uhm. Hi?” you said, inwardly cringing at how awkward you sounded.

“Can we come in? We need to talk to you,” Chad said, Ethan nodding in agreement.

You felt your stomach twisting in knots as you nodded and moved aside to let them in. They were probably here to tell you that they both wanted to break it off with you. That you were selfish and disgusting, and that they wanted to move on and find someone better than you. But when you looked back up at their faces, neither of them seemed upset. In fact, they almost seemed… giddy? That was the only word you could think of to describe it. And that just confused you even more.

They walked inside, and you shut the door behind them. Chad walked into your open bedroom, with Ethan following right behind him. You went in after them, sitting down on your bed, feeling a slight bit confused as they did the same.

“What’s going on?” you asked.

Taste on my tongue

I don't want to wash away the night before

In the heat, where you lay

I could stay right here and burn in it all day

“Do you still love me?” Chad asked, even though he already knew the answer.

You scrunched your eyebrows up in confusion, nodding anyway. “Of course I do. Did you really have to ask me that?”

“What about me?” Ethan asked, turning your attention towards him.

You nodded again, not quite following. “Uh, yeah. I do.”

Ethan smiled, and you felt your heart skip a beat at the sight. How had it taken you so long to realize how breathtakingly gorgeous he was?

“So, we have something to ask you,” Chad said.

“Which is?” you replied, feeling more confused as time went on. It didn’t seem like either of them were dumping you. So what was going on?

“Would you be interested in being with both of us? Like officially?” Chad asked.

Your eyes widened in shock. He wasn’t being serious, right? He looked so upset when he caught you with Ethan a few hours ago. Why was he suddenly in support of it?

“Are you serious? You would be okay with that?”

“Well, yeah,” Chad answered.

“It wouldn’t be like you just dating the both of us. It would be all three of us, together,” Ethan chimed in.

The puzzle pieces clicked in your head. Finally, you understood what was going on. Not only did they both want you, but they also wanted each other. That’s why Chad wasn’t angry when he saw you and Ethan together. That weird expression on his face finally made sense. He thought it was hot. You felt all your nerves disappear, and a smile grew on your face.

You turned to Chad. “You liar! I knew you had feelings for Ethan! You’re not as discreet as you think.”

Ethan laughed, a smile on his face. “Wait, you knew he liked me?”

“Are you kidding? That one time we all went to the beach, he almost choked on his smoothie when you took your shirt off!”

Chad smiled awkwardly, feeling slightly embarrassed by the current conversation. “Okay, okay. We don’t need to talk about all of that…”

“Oh, but I think we do,” you smiled mischievously.

Chad waved dismissively, trying to change the subject. “You still never gave us an answer. Do you-”

You cut him off, “Yes, obviously!”

Waking up beside you, I'm a loaded gun

I can't contain this anymore

I'm all yours, I've got no control, no control

“Oh my god!”

You groaned slightly, being stirred from your sleep by the sound of shouting coming from somewhere near your bedroom door. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, and your sight came into focus. Anika and Mindy were standing on the other side of your open door, wide eyed.

“My eyes!” Mindy shouted, her hands flying up to shield her face.

“Mindy, grow up,” Anika said, laughing softly at her girlfriend’s theatrics.

Why were they freaking out? What’s going on? Oh. That was why. Chad and Ethan were asleep on either side of you, all of your clothes scattered across your bedroom floor. The only thing protecting your decency was the comforter pulled over the three of you. But it wasn’t very hard to figure out what happened. Which judging by their reactions, Anika and Mindy already had.

“What’s all the yelling about?” Chad mumbled, slowly waking up.

He looked around, his eyes meeting Mindy, and he dove under the blanket instantly in a panic. You giggled as you watched Chad freak out, finding his panic to be quite hilarious.

“So, when did this happen?” Anika asked, a teasing smile on her face.

You shrugged, feeling quite awkward about being caught in this position. “Uh… last night?”

“Is it safe to look now?” Mindy asked, her hands still over her eyes.

“Chad’s hiding under the blanket if that’s what you’re worried about,” you replied, pulling the blanket tighter around you.

Slowly, Mindy lowered her hands, feeling less nauseated once Chad was out of view. “I know you and my brother are together, but I never want to have to deal with that image ever again.”

“Wait, so was this like a hookup, or…?” Anika asked, still very invested in this whole situation.

“No. We’re together. Like, all of us,” you replied, smiling awkwardly.

“Can we please finish this conversation after we have our clothes back on?” Chad asked, his voice muffled by the blanket over his head.

Powerless, and I don't care it's obvious

I just can't get enough of you

The pedal's down, my eyes are closed, no control

You, Chad, and Ethan have been together for almost a month now. Everything was perfect. It was everything you had ever dreamed of and more. You had two boyfriends, who you loved unconditionally, and who felt the same about you. Sure, there were still some issues, but every relationship has them. But getting to be with both of them was worth any problem that came your way.

Soon, Anika moved out of your shared apartment to live with Mindy, and your boyfriends moved in. It took a while to get your living situation sorted out, but soon it felt perfect. Everything was so domestic. You had never felt happier, and Chad and Ethan felt the same way. Having two boyfriends just made your life more exciting. You couldn’t even begin to describe all of the feelings this relationship gave you. And your sex life got a hell of a lot more exciting too.

Lost my senses, I'm defenseless

Her perfume's holding me ransom

Sweet and sour, heart devoured

Lying here, I count the hours

“What is it? What do you want, baby?” you asked Ethan, gripping his jaw tightly to keep his eyes trained on you.

Ethan whined and reached out towards you, only for Chad to slap his hand away.

“Use your words baby. How are we supposed to give you what you want if you don’t tell us?” Chad said, his tone condescending.

“I- I want you to touch me. Please, touch me,” Ethan begged, desperation in his voice.

“What do you think Chad? Has he been good enough?”

“I think so baby. He’s always such a good boy for us. Isn’t that right, Ethan?”

Ethan nodded eagerly, or nodded as best as he could, your hand still gripping his jaw tightly.

“Alright then. How do you want us to touch you baby…?” you let go of Ethan’s jaw, your hand sliding down his bare chest instead.

“I- I don’t care. However you want. Just touch me please,” Ethan whimpered, sounding even more desperate for anything you and Chad decided to give him.

You lightly pushed on Ethan’s shoulders, making him lie down on your bed. You moved to straddle his boxer-clad waist, eliciting a soft moan from Ethan at the small bit of friction. You were dressed in nothing but your bra and panties, a lilac set that Ethan gifted you. The sight of you in it always made his head spin.

Chad kneeled beside you, resting back on his heels. He palmed himself through his boxers, sighing in relief at the feeling. You looked over at Chad, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?”

Chad sighed, “No.”

“You know you’re not allowed to unless I give you permission.”

“I- I know,” he said, looking a bit upset at having been caught.

Waking up, beside you I'm a loaded gun

I can't contain this anymore

I'm all yours, I've got no control, no control

You went to say something else, when Ethan flipped you over, straddling your hips and keeping you pinned to the bed. Chad raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything. He shifted closer to the two of you, intrigued by the change in the situation.

“Whatcha doing baby?” you asked, looking up at Ethan, seeming completely unfazed. Almost as if you had expected this.

Ethan smiled down at you. “You were taking too long. Need you too bad to wait. I think Chad can agree with me on that.”

“Oh, definitely,” Chad said, moving to kneel by your head.

“So what’re you gonna do about it?” you taunted, knowing full well what they intended to do.

“We’re just gonna take what we want,” Ethan said, leaning down to kiss you.

You kissed him back, your hands getting tangled in his hair. You tugged lightly, causing him to whimper. You smirked against his lips, before biting down on his bottom lip. Just hard enough to hurt, without causing any damage. Chad whined slightly, causing you and Ethan to let out a laugh at his neediness.

“Aww, you want some attention too baby?” you asked, sitting up slightly, pulling Chad into a kiss.

He kissed you hungrily, seeming utterly desperate for your touch. You felt Chad being pulled off of you, and you were confused for a moment, until you saw Ethan pull Chad in to meet his lips. You grinned up at the sight, watching your boyfriends make out above you. You could never get over how hot they were, especially when they were together.

Powerless, and I don't care it's obvious

I just can't get enough of you

The pedal's down, my eyes are closed, no control

“Fuck! Just like that baby. You’re doing so good,” Ethan said as he pounded into you mercilessly.

You moaned and babbled unintelligibly, your ability to form words long gone from the immense pleasure you were feeling. Ethan had your legs up over his shoulders, his thumb working intently on your clit, as he pistoned in and out of your dripping heat. Chad kneeled above you, jerking himself off above your face, his precum dripping down to coat your lips.

You were a mess, falling apart at their hands. You reached out to Chad, pushing his hand away and replacing it with your own. He let out a strangled moan, his hips bucking forward into your touch.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking good at that,” Chad said, breathless and dizzy with pleasure.

“They’re absolute heaven,” Ethan added, his hips stuttering as he spilled his load into the condom.

You whined at the feeling, speeding up your hand on Chad’s throbbing cock. Ethan sped up his movements on your clit, throwing you over the edge as you came with a cry. Chad followed soon after, his cum painting your face. You let your hand fall, utterly exhausted and out of breath.

Ethan pulled out, causing you to wince slightly from the sensitivity. He pulled the condom off and tied it, tossing it in the trash can. You were still out of it, mind floating in a state of pure bliss. Chad smiled down at you, in awe of your beauty. Ethan returned before you even realized he had left, a warm cloth in his hand which he used to clean you off.

You felt yourself slowly come back to reality when you felt yourself being tucked into bed between your boyfriends, new sheets on the bed, and a comfy pair of pajamas on your body.

No control

You rolled over to face Ethan, an annoyed (but not really) smile on your face. “You asshole! I was supposed to be in charge tonight!”

You shoved his shoulder playfully, trying to appear angry. But he could see right through you. He simply smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Sorry baby. You just looked so good I couldn’t resist. You’ll be in charge next time, I promise. Absolutely no overthrowing.”

He laughed softly at the pout on your face. You both knew you weren’t really upset, with the way he had just made you feel that would be impossible. Still, you felt like keeping up this act for a little longer. You flipped over to face Chad.

“And you! You just went along with it! What, do I just not get any respect around here?”

Chad smiled, kissing your cheek. “Oh come on. You were practically asking for it. You know how impatient Ethan gets. He can only take so much of your teasing before he snaps and flips you over.”

You rolled your eyes, but smiled nonetheless. You turned to lay on your back, Chad and Ethan cuddling up to you. You were always the big spoon, even when you weren’t in charge during your little excursions. You held them close, the warm blanket enveloping the three of you. You smiled to yourself, overwhelmed with happiness and love for your boyfriends. Slowly, you drifted off to sleep, excited to wake up and start the next day with the loves of your life.

Powerless, and I don't care it's obvious

I just can't get enough of you

The pedal's down, my eyes are closed, no control

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ohbo-ohno · 7 months

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omgomgomgomggggg u mentioned reader locked in a cage watching her stuffed bear through the bars and my mind immediately started racing. do u think when they have her locked up they sit just outside the bars teasing her with her stuffed bear shaking him around just outside her reach? taunting her and cooing when tears slide down her cheeks😭they throw a blanket over ur cage and leave u there for “puppy’s nap time” i’m actually shaking

oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my

this is a little long one because both of these concepts have killed me and i lost control of myself

im shaking. hyperventilating. quivering. i am an unrecognizable person after reading these asks.

forced into a cage fucking GETS ME!!! noncon puppy play you will always be famous. both of my noncon/dubcon ghostsoap puppyplay things (say that five times fast) have johnny falling into a type of subspace really quickly so i haven't actually gotten to write a lot of a forced puppy reacting badly and i want to so MUCH!!! might do it with ghostsoap in a follow up to the thing i just posted honestly. it's so fucking delicious

but anyways. in this au the cage you get shoved in isn't johnny's cage, it's one they made for you so you can keep them company during their murderous free time. that means the cage is small, you-sized :( you can't sit up straight in it, can't stretch your legs out the whole way, can't even really kneel straight up. a tiny little space for a tiny little girl oh im going to be SICK

i like the idea of reader having a little nest of her own in their cabin, filled with soft things for her to relax into (and, of course, a hook for them to leash her to) so i feel like her cage in the basement is probably a little ugly. probably no blankets or pillows, shoved in the middle of the room somewhere so there's no place where you can hide (aka press yourself against the wall), leaves you exposed and vulnerable and cold. poor little puppy :( crying and sniffling and begging them not to force you in, but they just chuckle and ruffle your hair a bit, force you to your knees.

all that being said: your little bear johnny and bear simon are in the bad cage with you <3

the stuffy (im calling it a bear but fill in an animal if you'd like) is a total comfort object for you, something that has gone through every bad thing right by your side. when they fuck you, you almost always have the bear in your arms. when they force you to their torture dungeon, the bear is either in your arms or in your eyeline. maybe one of the times they hunt you simon slips the little bear into your arms while johnny is fucking you in the dirt, smirks a little when you thank him and hold it tight to your chest.

if you get really worked up from what they're doing one of them throws an old blanket over your cage. it makes everything so much worse - you can't see anything, you're left alone in this cold dark space, and you can still hear every sound of pain and the tools your kidnappers are using. but for some reason you feel more vulnerable in the dark (like a bird lol) so you go quiet, hunch down real low and squeeze your eyes shut so you can't see the bloodstains on the blanket. simon on johnny think they're helping you cause you don't sound nearly as scared when you can't see anything <3 gives them horrible ideas involving blindfolds but that's another thing

johnny keeping your bear from you. it's like the two of you want me dead. “do you wanna come out now?🥺” “you want your bear??🥺” “are you gonna be a good girl now???🥺🥺” and "teasing her with her stuffed bear shaking him around just outside her reach? taunting her and cooing when tears slide down her cheeks" like im so fucking GONE it's actually not even funny.

you get real puppy-like when they make you beg for your bear. little paws held out, eyes all big and teary, panting and wiggling around cause you want your toy so badly. simon telling you to take the stuffy with your teeth, and you whine because you don't want to bite your bear!!!! but he says johnny and i bite you all the time, puppy, if you can take it so can your bear so you finally lean forward, get a little loose hold on the stuffy's leg where johnny's holds it out

but he's so mean, because he doesn't let it go :( just smiles real big at the sight of you on your knees, little puppy toy between your teeth. go on, he'd say take it, lass. and you try!!! you tug it a little, shake your head a bit, but he won't let go!! he won't give you your bear!!!

until simon tells him to, a gruff that's enough tug o' war, johnny, she's been a good girl. hand it over. and then the stuffy is yours again, finally. you'd tuck it up right in your arms, hold it close to your chest and bury you nose in the soft fur with your eyes squeezed shut. you ignore the little coos from above you, fully throw yourself into loving on your bear

#asks and answers #serial killer ghoap x reader #favorites #if only for those fucking ASKS jfc #off topic but ghoap locking you in the Bad Cage (tm) as punishment and leaving you alone with the corpses. hm.#🧸 anon

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mistydeyes · 7 months

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Hi! Im totally in love with your fics and I was wondering if you could do a Ghost x Fem Reader and It would be him discovering that the reader has some sort of fire powers? I've had Borderlands brainrot for a while now and I've always wanted to know how he'd react to the reader having Phasewalking abilities or something 😭 If its a little too complicated I'll understand!

Again, love your work!

OMG Y E S this is such a good request!! like i've never read anything like this so i hope I did it justice! and fr borderlands is such a fun game, i wanna be a siren so bad haha

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summary: Fire was always beautiful to you. Despite the destruction it caused a forest, it allowed for growth and new life. It somehow found you throughout life but now your hidden ability to control it is tested when you and Simon are put in a dangerous situation.

pairing: simon "ghost" riley x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, descriptions of violence/fire

a/n: okay let's pretend that it's not an immediate red flag and threat of death to have powers and ghost doesn't call the authorities on your ass

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You never planned to reveal your inhuman talents to Simon. Even as a child, your parents warned you of the dangers of starting fires with your fingertips and would often gift you gloves lined with fire-retardant material. You had gone through your adult life with relative normalcy but dating Simon had been accompanied by a few close calls. From him almost catching you lighting a candle to you secretly diverting a growing flame away from the uncontrollable campfire, you held your breath and prayed he was blind to the event. You were resolved to using your powers to keep you safe (and to help with the occasional candle or stove for convenience's sake) but now you were being put to the test.

Your eyes and nose stung as Simon shook you awake. The room felt hot and you struggled to breathe in the smoggy air. "We have to get out of here," he yelled, trying to suppress a cough. You looked around and saw the bedroom door beginning to be engulfed by the sickly crackle of golden flames. "What's happening?" you asked as he pulled you close to the ground. "Not sure, I think the whole row is on fire," he weakly said, pulling you closer to the window. You bit your tongue as you continued slowly. Internally, you rationalized suppressing your powers as you knew a fire escape was on the other side of the window pane. "Just climb down," Simon directed, hoisting the window open but he swore upon looking down. "Fuck," he cursed lowly and you poked your head over to see the collapsed metal of the ladder on the ground.

He pulled you back on the ground as his mind raced with possibilities of escape. The room's temperature was building and you could see the semblance of scarlet and orange flames break through the door and heat the wall. Your mind was clouded as you debated on the quandary that was your current situation. "Simon," you whispered, holding his face in your hands, "follow me." Before he could object, you pulled on his wrist and began to make your way to the door. He tried to hold you back, screaming obscenities about your crazed attitude. You silenced him by moving the fire away through the door and decreasing the heat of the glowing red door knob. "Did-did you just-" Simon began to say and you responded by yanking the door open.

"I'll explain later," you continued and placed him behind you. He held his disbelief as he watched you move the vibrant flames and put them out with a small brush of your hand. It was as if fire bowed to your command and Simon tried to rationalize your actions. You eventually reached the entrance of the flat which was blocked by a wall of fire and ash. You closed your eyes, manipulating the surrounding heat and allowing you to run out. As the fire and rescue services rushed to your aid and placed you in an ambulance, you couldn't help but notice the nondescript look on Simon's face. "I'll tell you later," you mouthed to him, before closing your fist and sitting down for your medical examination.

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piggyinthesea · 8 months

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Night In Monaco

pairing: charles leclerc x reader, max verstappen x reader

word count: 3.4k

warnings: cheating, smut, alcohol use, foreplay, shouting, oral sex (f receiving), arguments,

summary: You were on a break.

The tension was high throughout the last seconds of the race with the stadium intensely watching. You were watching from redbull’s paddock as Charles and Max fought for p1. Their cars were in a long battle, each only having p1 for a few seconds before the other took over. It was their last lap and they were only a few hundred feet from the finish line. Everyone’s eyes were on the two cars watching with anticipation. The stadium was filled with cheers of a variety of teams.

Then, all hope came crashing down and a loud pop came from Max’s car. He started losing control and you watched with horror as his car span out of control and moved in every direction but straight. Soon after, he crashed into a wall as shouts filled the stadium. Charles flew passed Max, getting title p1 for the gp of monaco. Your heart dropped and you felt disappointed as ever for Max. You knew he was going to beat himself up for this but as his girlfriend is was your job to console him.

It felt like an eternity waiting for Max to arrive into the garage and you couldn’t help but wish it lasted a bit longer. Every loss he took strained your relationship even further. Arguments flourished under these conditions and each loss was a step closer to your relationship ending. You hated knowing that the results of a race would determine whether or not you’d sleep with your boyfriend that night. To you, these nights didn’t matter, because when he won a race it felt exhilarating being with him. After a win, he’d mutter sweet words to you while placing his hands on your waist. I fucking love you, Im yours, Let me have you. Sweet words that have the ability to make you forget about the rest of the world. He’d fuck you anywhere and everywhere. Sometimes he’d be fucking you from behind, with a fistful of your hair calling you his little slut and belittling your existence. Other times, he’d let you ride him and have control over him. With your tits hanging out as held your waist with one hand and the other grabbing your tit. He’d say things like Fuck baby you’re doing so good, F-Fuck you’re so beautiful, You’re my world.

After sex, he’d kiss you on your forehead and leaving to bring some stuff to clean your insides. Sometimes he would be distracted by being so close to you and end up eating you out. Your juices would squirt all over his face. During this he’d usually and shamefully, cum in his pants. Even after you came, he’d still want more. You would have to physically pull away from him in order to let your sensitive bud recover. It was moments where he won that guaranteed you a good night.

“Baby, I’m so sorry.”

He walked right past you, not even acknowledging your existence and shut himself into an office. You considered leaving, knowing if you tried to console him it would end in a screaming match. You felt guilty leaving him and so you knocked on his office door.

“Leave me alone.” He said, his tone lingering between the borders of yelling and talking. He sounded agitated, you knew it wasn’t at you however it still hurt your feelings.

“It’s me, baby.” You replied

“I don’t care. Leave me alone.”

You sighed. It hurt to continually be shut out by your boyfriend. You knew the way other people in the Redbull garage looked at you. They looked at you as if you weren’t good for anything. Certainly not for helping your boyfriend when he’s down. Some of the looks they gave you were pitiful. You don’t know which is worse. You turned your heel and begin leaving. You walk in the corridor, heading to the exit before being stopped.

“Hey.” Charles stood in front of you, unsure of his actions. He looked into your eyes, knowing something was wrong. It was as if he read your aura. “I’m having a celebration. Not sure if Max would like to come but if you’d like to, you’re welcomed.” He offered a small tight smile. Not big enough to see his dimples but big enough that you could see a slimmer of hope in his eyes.

“Thanks, but I’m not sure I’m going.” It was an awkward moment, it looked as if he waited for any further explanation but since none came, he gave you his goodbyes and let you be on your way. Whenever you talked to him, it felt weird. The conversations weren’t boring, they just held a different vibe than you’d typically get when conversing with others. It was as if the two of you needed an extra party to be able to have a proper conversation. Truthfully, you had a small crush on him before meeting Max but over the years the crush had diminished.

You arrived at your shared hotel room, waiting until Max had come back by himself. He always stayed later than you. Having to attend meetings and all. It was a couple hours after until he arrived, rather dramatically.

He confronted you the moment he saw you. “That was fucking embarrassing. Why did you leave?”

You were confused. “You told me to leave.” You kept your voice calm, wanting to avoid escalating the situation. It never worked, though. His face was red. He looked like a tomato about to burst at your words.

“I told you to leave me alone. Not leave the fucking stadium. You know how embarrassing it is having some fucking garage worker tell you your girlfriend left home?”

“Max, I never fucking know what to do with you. You don’t let me help you.” Your words flow right out of your mouth. Within seconds, your brain mentally prepared itself for the argument awaiting. Your anxiety grew however so did your temper. Like everyone else, you believed you were right in this argument. He did tell you to leave.

“That doesn’t mean you just leave. I don’t know why it’s so hard for you to be there for me. You’re always starting these arguments in the worst possible moments.” His voice raised ever so slightly, yet it was enough for you to feel like he was shouting. It was then that his words processed. Was he seriously blaming all arguments on you? The ones he started after losing?

“Max, you can’t tell me you don’t notice the pattern. Why is that every time you lose a race we always fucking have arguments? Why do I always have to pay for the fact that every time you lose I have to deal with the argument your mentally planning?” Your voice is a decimal above the average inside voice. Max is quick to be offended. His jaw clenches and he scoffs.

“I can’t fucking take this anymore. All I fucking ask for is for you to be there for me and you can’t even do that!” He yells, the vein on his forehead bulging and glaring at you. You glare at it back. You’re fuming and Max can see it. Moments pass before either of you speak.

“I’m always there.” You grit between your teeth. You’re tired of being shut out. It sends you into a rage.

“You should go home.”

You could hear a pin drop with the silence drowning the both of you. Without thinking you grabbed your keys and phone and rushed out the room. Angry tears automatically rushed down your face as you left. You drove straight to your flat, a small but luxurious condo in Monaco.

As soon as you entered your flat you kicked your shoes off. You felt all kinds of emotions. Mostly, you felt bitter and sad. You truly were growing tired of all of this. Being in a relationship with Max began to mentally drain the fuck out of you. You wondered if you were going no where with him and if you were just wasting your time.

+635-256-2561

hey, this is Charles. I was wondering if you and Max were coming to my celebration. Don’t ask how I got your number x

The notification slapped you out your thoughts. You pondered for a while deciding whether or not to go. You decided not to and rather drown yourself in tequila. You ignored Charles and scrolled through Instagram the remainder of the day. It felt as if the world had stop when Max’s story profile came up. He had posted a pic on his close friends. He was surrounded in a group of 6, including females judging by the colored nails. They were all taking shots. You were upset. Heavily upset. It didn’t take long for him to go out and party with a bunch of friends after being ‘devastated’ of his loss. You guessed he just didn’t want to be around you. That was fine. There were people who did want to be around you.

+635-256-2561

max is busy but, I’d like to come. Send me the info :)

sent

You sent the text, and began getting ready to hop in the shower. The hot water splashed onto your skin and all tension in your body disappeared. You lifted you head upwards and let the water damp your hair. The steam had covered your glass shower cover and on the other side of the shower, your body was barely visible. It didn’t take long for you finish and when you did, Charles had texted you with the details on his party. For a moment, you regretted agreeing to attend the party however images of Max taking shots with the mainly female group flashed through your brain and all guilt peacefully washed away.

The party was a couple hours later and occurred through midnight. It didn’t take long for that time to come and so once you finished getting ready you took a pregame shot and left your pad. You left your house feeling sexy. You wore a small red dress that hugged your curves and lifted your ass. Max had never seen this dress. You’d recently bought it and haven’t had an excuse to wear it. When you arrived at the location you entered an underground club that looked sketchy on the outside. Once you entered, the building looked extravagant. Arched walls separated the bar from the dance floor. There was a gold dim light gathered by the giant crystal chandelier. You looked at the place in utter awe. You had never seen this place once in your years of living in Monaco.

You made your way over to the bar. “Gin and tonic, please.”

The bartender gave a small nod and began making your drink. She wore a white colored shirt and a black bow tie making her look like a professional bartender, if those even existed.

“Glad you made it.” A man next to you said. You looked over at saw Charles, with a small hint of blush around his cheeks. You assumed he was tipsy. He gave a small smile to you, letting his eyes ‘secretly’ rake over your body. It wasn’t so secret.

“Had nothing better to do.” You scoffed and laughed a little, before taking your drink from the bartender in front of you.

He maintained eye contact with you as you took a sip of your gin and tonic, “Care to elaborate? By the way, you look amazing. Pretty sure Max has told you already though.”

He broke contact and looked away, scanning the club in the process. It took him a while to gather the courage to look back at you.

You saw the way his eyes sparkled under the dim yellow light surrounding the club. You didn’t know whether you should tell Charles about your relationship problems. It didn’t seem to proper. However, the words are flowing out of your mouth before you have a chance to stop them. “I don’t know. Max is in one of his moods, after losing to you, you know?”

He furrowed his brows, looking a bit confused. “He gets in a mood after losing? I understand being a little upset but- I don’t know. I just don’t think it’s okay to be too upset. It’s just a race, they’ll be plenty more.”

You instantly perk up. “Exactly! I just don’t like getting into arguments each time a race goes bad.”

Charles face changes to a face of disgust but then quickly returns to normal. “You guys argue each time a race goes bad?”

You instantly felt embarrassed. It felt like you gave too much away and that Charles was judging your relationship. It suddenly felt wrong sharing the details of your failing relationship with someone else.

Charles sees this. “Sorry, that came out bad. I just meant that I don’t think you deserve that you know? I can just imagine how mentally draining it is to put up with that. To each their own though.”

You awkwardly laugh. “Yeah. I get you. Let’s stop talking about this and have fun though. Shots?”

He smiles, and nods. “Let’s do it.”

6 and a half shots later, you were drunk, laughing ,and clinging to Charles as if your life depended on it. He looked down at you, still holding his arm as lustful thoughts filled his thoughts. You weren’t sure how you heard your phone ding but you did. Yet you regretted looking at the message.

vroom vroom

I think we should take a break.

read 12:03 am

You bitterly laughed. You tilted your phone towards Charles. He didn’t have the same reaction as you, though. He took your phone, stashing it in his pockets.

“Let’s not worry about that right now, chérie.” He said. “You up for another shot?”

You drunkenly nod your head, eyes slowly filling with tears. You quickly blink them away before Charles sees and hold the small shot glass.

You maintain eye contact with Charles whilst taking the shot. The tension was thick for reasons you couldn’t think of. You had gotten to the point where the room began spinning around you and the only person you could focus on was the man in front of you. Charles slowly leaned into you and whispered in your ear, “Don’t know if I’m crossing a line here but, did anyone ever tell you how good you look in red?”

At this point, the music had mainly contained mixes of The Weeknd and the words of Charles had begin to have an effect on you. “I have a boyfriend, Charles.” You softly say, not breaking eye contact with him.

His clenches his jaw, “No you don’t. You’re on a break.” He leans forward, closing the small amount of space between you. His lips meet yours and for a second all air flies out of you. The kiss is different. It’s amazing. It doesn’t take long for you to kiss him back. You feel as if you hallucinated a camera click before Charles asks, “Yours or mines?”

“Mines.”

It doesn’t take long for the Uber to take the both of you to your pad. By the time you opened your door, Charles was already on you. He hungrily kisses you, as if you’d leave his grasp if he let go for just a moment.

He lifts you up on his waist and you wrap your legs around him. He quickly slams the door closed with his leg and sets you on top of your kitchen island. Your fingers reach the back of his neck and tug his head back, exposing his neck. You took this chance and sucked in his neck, leaving marks along the way.

“Fucking hell.” He moans as you work your magic on his neck. His hands reach towards the spaghetti straps of your dress and slips them off your shoulders. Your breasts, now exposed, were being cupped by the hands of Charles. His breath shudders as he takes one breast into his mouth and begins to suck. You tilt your head back and let out a soft moan of pleasure while massaging his soft curls. He picks you up as if you weighed nothing more than a pound and asks, “Where’s your bedroom?”

“Down the hall.”

He opens the last door and enters your bedroom, one that had been shared with you sort-of-ex boyfriend. He lays you softly on your king sized mattress. He rushes to take off his shirt and once he did, he revealed his chiseled abs and astonishing pecs. It was suddenly hard to breathe with Charles in front of you, shirtless. His eyes stared into your soul with passion you’ve never seen before. He lays down like a sniper before slowly hunching your dress upwards, giving kisses to your inner thigh along the way. He removed your black, tiny, lace panties with a soft motion. “You’re so beautiful. I’d never argue with you.” He whispers to you. After those words, he dips his head into your folds, sucking your clit. You buck your hips at the pleasure and grip his hair like he’s going to disappear. Over and over he sucks at your folds, occasionally rubbing your clit in the perfect motions. Your legs hang over his shoulders while he grabs your hips, pulling you even closer to his face. He wants nothing but to drown himself in your pussy. Loud moans fall out of your mouth. Your high gets closer and closer and if he continues longer, you’re sure you’d come all over his face.

“I’m so close, Charles.”

He does nothing but continue lapping his tongue around your clit. He licks your pussy, making sure to push his tongue deep in you before he reaches your bud and sucks without hesitance. This sends you flying with ecstasy. Your juices fill his face, covering his entire mouth area. He pulls himself out from you and gives you a long, deep, and passionate kiss. He trails kisses down your neck, leaving marks like you had done earlier. He looks you in your eyes, “I promise to make you never forget about me after this night.”

With that, he reaches his belt, quickly undoing it and releasing his rock hard dick. He gave his member a few pumps, letting the pre-cum cover his red tip. He aligns himself within you and without warning, makes himself comfortable inside you. “Charles, please.” You plea, slightly bucking your hips for some sort of friction. He answers to your begging, thrusting his hips into you with no remorse. He pins both of your hands above you head as he mercilessly thrusts into you. He used his other hand to massage your breast, circling your nipple. You felt shots of electricity shooting up your core. You wondered if he was enjoying this as much as you did for a bit, then you felt his hips falter and his breath dramatically increase. He was close. You took this as a opportunity to wrap your legs around his waist, ensuring he kept thrusting into you. He let out a moan, “I want you. I want to make you mine, forever.” He says, pushing himself deeper and deeper into you. His hand lowers down to your core, playing with your clit and rubbing it in circular motion while his dick was inside you. A familiar sensation of ecstasy fills your body and the moans of both of your enjoyments fill the room.

He continues pumping in and out of you, never letting his eye contact break you. You feel your insides squeeze him and shortly after, you felt your juices release all over his dick. He lets out a breathy moans and soon, a warm gushy white liquid dripped out from you. You wipe the sweat from your forehead that had gathered throughout. It takes you a few moments for the both of you to recover. He breaks the silence first. “Let me get you cleaned up.”

Within seconds, his between your legs again. This time, just to innocently clean the mixed juices. Afterwards, he climbed back into bed with you. He put his arms around you, bringing you close to his chest. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep with post-orgasm haze. You thought you had heard camera click right before you fell into deep sleep.

Charles knows he shouldn’t have done it. He knew he was just being petty. Yet, he did it anyway. It felt wrong in so many ways but felt right in many more ways. He truly liked you, he didn’t lie about that. However, Charles Leclerc was a messy person.

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You were woken up by the sound of loud knocking. You looked over at Charles. He woke up the same time as you yet looked so beautiful with his messy curls. He spoke with his raspy voice, “I’ll get it.”

He left to open the door shirtless and in his boxers. He walked with pride towards the door, unbeknownst of the man behind it. When Charles opened the door, he didn’t know what to think. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what to say. All he thought while Max’s fist started heading straight to his face was ‘why is he the one mad?’

Max’s fist collided with Charles’s face. Max threw another punch towards Charles but Charles was quick to dodge it. Charles face was sure to be bruised by tomorrow.

“What the fuck, mate!” Max yells, face red and all.

You leap at the commotion and let a small gasp from your mouth as you look at the 2 men in front of you. You feel every ounce of guilt come back, seeing the man you love watch you be in another man’s shirt. Max turns to you, “Are you fucking serious?”

You step toward with your mind racing with 100 different ways to apologize. Then you see his neck. A singular hickey left on his skin, placed near the side of his neck. As fast as the guilt came, it left even faster. You narrow your eyes at Max.

“I didn’t give you that hickey, you know.”

Charles didn’t know what to do. He felt uncomfortable knowing he was about to be in the middle of an argument. He debated leaving into another room however the drama was too much for him to just leave.

“I came here for forgiveness. Didn’t know you’d run to fuck another driver the moment you had the chance.”

You bitterly laughed before saying, “You fucked someone else too. Why am I in trouble?”

“I fucked a random girl! You fucked Charles! You can’t compare what I did to what you did.” He shouted. His voice bounced across the walls.

“We were on a break. I didn’t do anything wrong. Please leave my condo and I really don’t want to fight with you.” Calmly motioning towards the door. Max refused to leave.

“No you’re not just going to kick me out, not after cheating on me with fucking Charles!” He yells towards you. The familiar vein on his forehead is bulging at you again and you hate it.

This is when Charles gets up from the couch. His face was stern and his jaw was clenched. If looks could kill Max would be dead. “She said she doesn’t want you here.” Charles sternly says. He’s not yelling, but he’s not just talking either. Max throws daggers at his way and engages in a silent eye contest. He debates throwing another punch at Charles however he’s almost certain he’d report it and get him fined.

Max snaps, “Whatever. Enjoy my sloppy seconds.” He turns his heel towards the door, slamming it shut in the process.

part 2?

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shokosmokes · 9 months

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mdni

this is so satoru coded.

gojo coming out of the prism realm after so long.

so many nights of him reminiscing your touch and the smell of your hair and the feeling of your plush lips wrapped around his cock.

it physically pained him being trapped away from you.

the countless nights of him wrapping his calloused hand around himself, moaning out your name, and painting his toned stomach white to the thought of you, wishing his palm was you bouncing on his lap.

the longing only growing stronger once out of the prism realm.

missing being buried between your soft thighs.

aching to taste you again, his brain fizzles out and goes feral the moment he sees you.

the moment his eyes travel down to your pretty pleated skirt that’s just only a little bit too short.

with tears brimming your eyes you don’t even get the chance to say anything.

he’s rushing towards you and grasps onto you desperately, passionately kissing you so hard your lips might bruise.

his tongue mindlessly finding its way into your mouth, his hearts racing.

“god i missed you so much” he says between kisses.

and you’re gasping for air at this point but you can’t stop

his hands wander down your body and meet the smooth skin of the back of your thighs, and in one swift movement, he’s lifting you up and pinning you against the wall.

there’s a crazed look in his eyes as his face buries between your thighs and he’s tearing your panties to the side with his teeth.

his hot, wet tongue forcing his way past the fabric and slurping between your folds.

it’s all too much, happening so quickly and it’s making your head spin.

satoru

your fingers find their way into his snowy hair, gripping into the locks.

the feeling sending electricity down his spine.

and he’s moaning against you, the vibration making your vision white.

lapping you up, the warmth of his tongue making you grind your hips against his face and his fingers gripping your thighs harder.

you can’t control the flow of moans coming from your lips and it’s melodic to satoru, he could come undone, untouched, from the sound alone.

everything feels so hypersensitive and so good.

the pace of your hips quickening you’re basically bouncing on his face.

you look down to meet his iridescent eyes that are already looking up at you and that alone sends you over.

he’s pawing at your thighs, his tongue lapping at your nub even faster, the feeling of you twitching against his tongue drives him crazy, grinding himself against the wall behind you, desperately looking for friction to soothe the ache between his thighs.

he growls against you as you come all over his face.

he’s so pretty.

your breathing heavy, heart pounding out of your chest.

he slides your body down till your feet hit the ground again and pulls you into a tight embrace

you can feel his tears hitting your neck, and you’re leaving a soft trail of kisses up his, your heavy breathing finally steadying.

and he doesn’t let go as you reach to cup his face, brushing away the white locks sticking to his damp forehead and pressing a soft kiss between his eyebrows.

you’ve missed him so much, it’s almost surreal feeling his warmth against you again.

“don’t disappear again… please”

he lifts you up against him, wrapping your legs around his waist

“im not going anywhere, promise”

he holds you tight, walking you towards your bedroom

“can’t leave, im not done with you yet”

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ornii · 9 months

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Hi how about an Enid Sinclair x Male! Reader. where both are werewolves and wake up together one morning after a full moon night in the woods[Not with clothes on, of course]. They haven't talked much to each other before but they know each other anyway Enid knows everyone. Throughout the day, both remember what happened and that there was nothing "bad" about it. They talk to each other in the evening, with Enid finally confessing to him that she actually thinks it's a bit of a shame that it didn't happen. The reader just looks at her in amazement while she says with a wink that she feels more for him. He can only grin and says me too when she already pounces on him and wants to catch up on things that didn't happen.

In the Pale Moonlight

Enid Sinclair X Male Werewolf

It was all a blur at the beginning, the sudden racing of your heartbeat. The heavy breathing you started to do, you couldn’t control this primal urge overcoming you suddenly. Your head began to bound with the sound of your own blood rushing from your heart, your eyes dart upward to the full moon. In that instance you immediately recognized What was transpiring. You attempted to stand up to reach the door, only for your feet to expand out of your favorite pear of slippers. Your body hair growing and in places no body hair should exist. Your only salvation was the wolfing chamber, specifically made for situations like this.

Leaning against the wall, you attempt to make it to the door of your dormitory to get outside, it you could only make a few steps before collapsing, and your mind slowly going blank, the howl of the night was the last thing you could make out before it was over. You had no idea how much time passed before you slowly began to regain control, feeling the dirt in your claws, on your feet.

Finally regaining normal vision you watch your hairy arm slowly revert back, the ill moonlight shining on the forest, slowly you sit up, eventually looking at your surroundings to figure out just where you’re at, your eyes do catch something as well, a hand. Since the moonlight had its own reflection and light, the shadows casted by the darkness hid much but you leaned in to get a closer look, until you were met face to face with a girl. You both keep back with a small scream. She looks down quickly, realizing she’s naked and covers her body. You advert yourself eyes.

“Shit! Im so sorry!” You say, trying not to let the embarrassment stop you from doing the right thing, you felt the cool wind against your back, your spine, and also realize you’re naked. You back into the shadows of a few trees to hide whatever shred of dignity and manhood you had.

“I’m really sorry about that..” you mutter. The girl, also shrouded by a few trees tries to be a bit more pleasant.

“I-it’s fine, I didn’t know I’d wolf out..” she said. When you looked more at her face you recognized the uniqueness of her hair, and the beauty of those teal green eyes, you couldn’t mistake her anywhere else.

“Enid?” You asks, and she slowly nods.

“Yeah, and you’re (Y/n).” She said, Enid was the social butterfly, if you could call her a butterfly of Nevermore so she’s the need to know kind of type of girl. You two stood a bit away from each other, trying not to let hormones and curiosity take over.

“So, first time wolfing out?” You ask, immediately realizing it’s a dumb question, you attempt to take it back but she answers.

“It is.” She says..

“Oh…” you murmur, you looked up to see the moons position and your tracking training kicks in.

“It’s gonna be daylight soon, we should probably get back to our dorms.”

“Yeah..” Enid agrees and you both move out of the moonlight but quickly back in, it was an awkward few tries before you decide to cut it short. “You should just go first.” You say.

“Okay, you aren’t gonna peek or anything will you?”

“Of course not, promise.” You turn around to face a tree and Enid hesitates for a moment, before leaving. You hear the rustling leaves and you think for a second, you decide this might be your only chance and you spoke up.

“Hey, Enid?” You say, she stopped and turned to see you were still staring at the tree.

“Congrats on, wolfing out.” You say, while it was embarrassing to be naked in the forest with a boy you barely knew, his words of encouragement meant more than she expected. She couldn’t help but smile at this.

“Thanks.” She, in a much happier mood, headed back to her dorm before the sun could expose anything, you quickly made haste after she made a good distance away from you.

The sunlight rose on the next day, and you were trying to remember most of your wolfing out. Sitting in class you were staring off into space, trying to remember most of it, it was a haze for the most of it, but you could remember that it was mostly running, howling and, fighting? Mostly just horsing around with Enid. Thankfully you didn’t harm anyone or her. Hopefully this was something you could just shove into the back of your mind and forget, but you couldn’t and you had to confirm your theory. Late In the evening you approached Enids form room and with caution, knocked. Knowing there’s a possibility you could run into her roommate, Wednesday was a nightmare.

“Hey.. uh, Enid? It’s (Y/n).” You say, “Can.. We talk?” You ask. Your hear it unlock and out comes Enid, more casual wear and still had the pink dye in her hair.

“Cmon.” She says and you enters, noticing the split of color and lack of on the other side of the room, definitely Wednesdays side, best for avoid it, might be cursed or something. You take a moment to sit on Enids bed as she approaches.

“There’s, something I’ve been meaning to ask you, I thought a lot about last night, I’m glad I didn’t hurt you or anyone. Do you remember last night?” You ask, she looks more bubbly than before.

“Yeah, it was.. Rough. Not like that kind of rough just, fun.. I really enjoyed it actually. I’ve never wolfed out before and I had someone to wolf out with.” Enid stated, and she looked you dead in the eyes and with the most obvious hint, said “It’s a real shame we couldn’t do anything else~” she winks and a sudden hotness rushes over your face. You blink a few times and put on a smile.

“Well, feelings mutual.” You say, and she takes the opportunity to close in. Sitting on your lap, you feel her palms land softly on your shoulder and her lips close in, reciprocating her feelings, your arms coyly wrap around her lower back and waist and feel her soft breath against your lips. Her eyes closed and you shut yours to feel her lips embrace yours, her soft giggling in your ear hummed. Lying on her bed, it was the perfect time for you two to catch up on the events that could have happened last night

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