#roses ‘r rosie

[hanrinz]

"are you free later?"

nagi stands sluggishly by the side of your desk, looking at you with those drowsy eyes that might just shut down anytime.

"yeah, i am. what's up?"

nagi tilts his head, closing his eyes as he tries to remember the words he had practiced seconds ago to say to you.

"i want to confess later." he said all so casually.

"what?!"

"i'm confessing later, why? can't you go?" he repeats, he looks at you owlishly waiting for an answer.

"oh, nagi.." a fond look paints on your face as you pointed out. "you just confessed."

"no, i haven't?"

you try to stifle a laugh. "you just did."

"but i didn't, i haven't told you about how i feel, yet."

he tilts his head at you. for someone who thinks everything is a hassle, he really does have a lot to say right now and you think this is the most words you've heard that has ever left his lips.

"and you just did, again."

"oh, sorry," he looks at his feet and shifts his weight onto the other, his ears noticeably red on its tips. "...so are you still free, though?"

you can't help, but break out of a smile. "yes."

"okay, thanks. don't be late, wait for me on the field, watch me okay?" he stumbles over his words as he walks slowly out the room backwards facing you, embarrassment engulfing him wholly.

you only nod at him, "i will, don't worry."

"'kay, i'll see you later?" he asks once more, just to be sure.

"yup, now go. i think someone's waiting for you?" a lock of purple peeks by the doorway of your classroom, but quickly disappears as soon as you mentioned it.

"yeah, uhm bye y/n." he says before leaving the room.

"oh my god nagi, what was that?"

"i confessed."

reo can only sigh in exasperation, shaking his head in disappointment, but really it all worked well right? so what else can he do? what's done is done.

"that's—" reo sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose momentarily in contempt. "fine, okay it's good enough."

"what do i say, when i confess later, though?"

"oh my god."

◞♡ surprise surprise a n*gi drabble,, ik he's ooc but who cares :> likes & reblogs are highly appreciated !

#roses ‘r rosie #IDK WHAT THIS IS #nagi seishiro x reader #seishiro nagi x reader #seishiro nagi x you #nagi seishiro x you #nagi x you #nagi x reader #nagi seishiro fluff #blue lock x reader #nagi seishiro #blue lock #blue lock x you #blue lock fluff

[internet-frou]

#appears to debut new boyfriend as they cuddle up in bed with roses for romantic video #roses and muskets #roses are rosie #kali roses #a court of thorns and roses #red roses #white roses #guns n roses #roses #rose speaks #the stone roses #ruby rose #rose #amy rose #r

[spidershops0]

do you guys see my vision

#homestuck #dirk strider #hs fandom #strilondes #roxy lalonde #sonic #sonicstuck #crossover #I was replaying sonic cd and I realized ong roxy and dirk r literally Sonic and Amy #also I am a firm believer that people who ship Roxy and dirk probably also ship sonamy #spideypawz #they’re the besties of all time #this isnt ship art btw #rosie the rascal #amy rose

[shinigami-striker]

[Sonic R] Characters | Saturday, 12.30.2023

Who's your favorite character to play as in Sonic R?

#90s games #90s gaming #amy rose #antagonists #december #december 2023 #december 30 #dr. eggman #eggrobo #female protagonist #knuckles the echidna #metal knuckles #metal sonic #miles tails prower #playable characters #protagonists #rosy the rascal #saturday stuff #sega saturn #sonic r #sonic team #sonic the hedgehog #super sonic #tails doll #traveller's tales #video games #who's your favorite? #ソニック・ザ・ヘッジホッグ

[springysprongy]

More doodles of my recuse au I made w some friends..

These 3 my children

#ocs #miles art #sonic #sth #sth au #sonic rescue au #Pawria oc #Rosy oc #Cozy oc #(they r au versions of the of characters #but my blog tags are made w so uH yeah) #tails miles prower #miles tails prower #amy rose #maria robotnik

[ebonyforged]

more relationships tags <3 please normies dont find this post just bc theres 1 canon chars full name haha

#r; A rose that smells like home. {Nour Iskander} #r; Whatever you give life you will get back; why be a wallflower when you can be a Venus fly trap? {Sayuri Iwasaki} #r; Cheeks are rosy like a Boucher cherub. I'm a strawberry soda raise my lashes to heaven. {Crystal Slevant} #r; Oh come save me. With the dice in my hand I'll put the devil away. {Theo} #r; But with my head up in the clouds I can see so much ground — - {Sigma} #r; And from up here you look like ants in a row. {Siebren de Kuiper}

[yandere-writer-momo]

The final part of Mommy! First part

Yandere Short Stories: Mommy

Delusional Yandere Single Father x Teacher Afab Reader x Platonic Yandere Son

Jesse wrapped his arms around (your name)‘s legs, the small boy hummed in contentment when she ran her fingers through his black curls. Why couldn’t she be his mom? She was so warm and gentle… so much better than the woman who gave birth to him.

“Jesse? I think your nanny is waiting to take you home.” (Your name) smiled down at Jesse who only burrowed himself further into her skirts. She sighed at how clingy the young boy was, but she was sympathetic to his feelings. Jesse didn’t have any warmth in his home so he sought it out from her.

“I don’t want to go home… can’t I stay with you?” Jesse glanced up at her with his blue puppy dog eyes, his lips in a pout. “Can’t you just adopt me, I’ll be good…”

“Jesse, I can’t adopt you.” (Your name) felt her heart clench when he started to cry. “Jesse-“

“But all the other kids have a mommy and I don’t! I want to be read stories and I want homemade lunches. I don’t want to be alone!” Jesse buried his face into (your name)’s skirts. His little hands clutched tightly onto the cotton fabric in a death grip. “I’ll be a good boy. I’ll be quiet and I won’t ask for much-“

(Your name)’s thumbs instantly brushed away the hot tears that dribbled down his soft cheeks to smooth the young boy. Her beautiful face now in a frown.

“Shh… you can come hang out with me when you’re lonely at school.” (Your name) warmly smiled at Jesse. She ran her fingers through his thick curls as he sniffled.

“R-really? You’ll let me spend time with you?” Jesse’s voice trembled as he tried to calm his tears. “Can I eat lunch with you everyday? I like when you cut the crust off my sandwiches…”

“Of course, Jesse.” (Your name) reassured Jesse, who buried his face in her skirts once more. This sweet boy… he deserved love.

Unbeknownst to (your name), Jesse had a wicked smile on his sweet face that was hidden in her skirts.

Jesse may have been the spit image of Liam, but he was still his birth mother’s son… and (your name) would be his mommy one way or another.

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Jesse often hogged (your name)’s attention from the other children. He’d rush to her first whenever class would start or end to hug her, he’d raise his hand for every question so he could be praised, and he’d constantly ask for help.

Jesse was not liked by the other children but he didn’t care all that much about them.

Because Jesse wanted his mommy to only have eyes for him.

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Liam felt nervous at the florist shop he was in. The various floral displays of affection made his stomach twist into a knot. He was so nervous… to buy apology flowers for his son’s teacher.

Liam ran a hand through his dark hair with a sigh. This was an incredibly frustrating experience for him since he’s never bought a gift for a woman before. Especially not one as lovely as (your name). Liam couldn’t get her angry expression out of his head… she haunted his dreams and lingered in the crannies in his mind.

She was an itch he couldn’t scratch and Liam disliked this alien feeling she brought out. Liam didn’t know why his heart pounded in his chest at the thought of her or why his cheeks heated up. It made him anxious.

“And what can I help you with today, sir?” The florist smiled warmly at Liam who nearly jumped out of his skin. Liam had been so lost in his thoughts, the florist had caught him off guard.

“I think I would like a bouquet of roses…” Liam’s forest green eyes glanced at the red roses in interest. “The reddest ones you have.”

(Your name) would look lovely in red… Liam couldn’t help the image of her in a red dress that surfaced in his mind. He didn’t quite understand his attraction toward her, but he hoped it would fade.

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Liam stood before (your name) in her classroom, his cheeks rosy as he studied her expression. Her arms held the fragrant roses in confusion.

“Mister Isbert? There was no need to get me roses-“

“I’m sorry for making presumptions about your character. It was unjust of me.” Liam bowed to (your name) in apology. “Please forgive me-“

Liam gasped when she moved closer to him, which and whom snap his head up in attention. His forest green eyes wide when she gave him such a warm smile… he’s never seen a smile like that directed toward him in his entire life.

“It’s perfectly okay. I understand you may have been through some trauma but I assure you I’m not after those sorts of things with you.” (Your name) then turned her gaze toward Jesse who peaked around the corner of the classroom. It seemed the young boy was eager to enter. “I’m just concerned for Jesse is all-“

“I do not know how to be a good father…” Liam shyly admitted, his forest green eyes focused on her confused expression. “I have never been taught warmth.”

“Well I have no issue teaching you how to spend time with a child… if you’d like of course, mister Isbert.” (Your name) smiled at Liam whose cheeks went aflame.

“I’d love to…” Liam cleared his throat and gave (your name) a soft smile. “And please, call me Liam.”

The two adults smiled warmly at each other which made Jesse perk up from his spot. Maybe he’d get her to be his mommy after all…

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(Your name) laughed when Liam tried to tie Jesse’s shoe laces. The businessman was clueless…

“Here, let me help.” (Your name) gently took the shoelaces from Liam and slowly tied them in front of him. “The dragon goes under the bridge, through the loop, and into the castle!”

Jesse giggled at the rhyme, his eyes sparkled at his dad. “See! Mommy knows how to tie shoes!”

Liam blushed in embarrassment when (your name) and Jesse shared a laugh. He never knew how simple this was… how a family should be.

“Why don’t we read a book together?”

Liam glanced over at (your name) while she picked out a fairy tale. A ray of sunlight hit her at the perfect angle that made her even more angelic.

Liam never knew someone could be so beautiful…

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Weeks went by of Liam’s ‘lessons’ of fatherhood. The two adults would laugh together as (your name) tried to teach him how to be more affectionate with his son, unaware that the businessman started to be affectionate with her as well… Liam came to terms that he loved her.

Liam loved the young woman who was eager to help him mend his relationship with his son and teach him how to love. To not take out his trauma onto Jesse and to be more open to change.

Liam became a better person by being around (your name) and he had no interest in going back to the way his life was before he got to know her better. The two of them were truly a power couple! She’s shown him a new side of life he never knew existed… who knew Jesse would indirectly introduce Liam to his soulmate?

Liam blushed as he sat at his desk, his head filled with thoughts of (your name). The image of her holding Liam in her arms burned in his mind.

How could someone look so perfect holding his child?

Liam dug into his desk drawer and pulled out one of the many drawing Jesse had made of (your name) and him. The three of them as a happy family.

Liam lit up a cigar and took a deep inhale of the smoke. Yes… he’d ask her to be his wife. To be Jesse’s mom.

Liam held the picture close to his chest. He needed to tell her how he felt… of how he loved her.

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Liam upped security around the school as usual since he dropped by for the lessons. Liam wanted to ensure this entire ordeal remained private, he had no desire to add more stress onto poor (your name)’s life… today, they were gong to become an official family.

Liam sighed dreamily as he thought of what was about to happen today. (Your name) would be so beautiful as his wife and future mother of more children. He wondered how many siblings Jesse would like? To add onto their perfect family.

“Is there something wrong, Liam?” Liam perked up when (your name) softly called his name, she was careful not to disturb the sleeping Jesse in her arms. “You’ve been lost in space for a while now.”

“Would you be interested in dating me?” Liam’s blunt question nearly made (your name) fall over in shock. Date him? Where on earth did he get the idea that she wanted that sort of relationship with him?

“I don’t think we should.” (Your name) smiled warmly at Liam who frowned at her gentle rejection. “You’re a CEO of a big corporation and I’m just a measly kindergarten teacher.”

“I could take care of you.” Liam whispered softly. “You’d never struggle financially and you could be with Jesse every day. Don’t you want Jesse to be happy?”

(Your name) glanced down at the young boy who remained asleep. She did care about Jesse… but not enough to date his father.

“I’m sorry but I can’t do that.” (Your name) sighed softly as she handed Jesse to Liam to take. “I hope you find someone on your level to be with, Liam.”

Liam could only sit on the floor in shock when she walked to her desk to gather her belongings. She didn’t want him? Why didn’t she want him?

Liam tried to speak but he couldn’t find the words to stop her. How could he tell her he’s never felt this way before? That he wanted her? That he-

“I love you!” (Your name) froze in the doorway when Liam blurted out his declaration of love.

“W-what-“ Liam scrambled to his feet to try to stand before her. His lithe body hovered over her like a shadow.

“I love you and I’ve never felt this way before… please give me a chance.”

“I’m sorry, Liam-“

“I won’t accept no as an answer.” Liam felt his stomach twist but he needed to get her to be his… he needed her. “I’ll ruin your life if you don’t accept my love. I’ve never wanted anything in my life as much as I want you.”

Jesse stirred awake in Liam’s arms, the young boy’s eyes wide at his father’s words. “Become Jesse’s mom. I’m serious about being with you.”

“I-“ (your name) was cut off by Jesse who excitedly reached for her.

“Mommy? You’ll be my mommy?!” Jesse began to cry when he hands grabbed hers. “Mommy. Mommy!”

“Yes, Jesse.” Liam smiled down at Jesse as he pulled (your name) close. “Miss (last name) is going to be your mommy.”

“No-“ (your name) gasped when Liam suddenly bent down to kiss her which made Jesse smile brightly.

“We should head home, right?” Liam turned to Jesse who smiled brightly at his dad. “Like a happy family should.”

#female reader #yandere fic #yandere imagine #yandere #yandere obsession #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere boy #yandere male #Yandere man #yandere dilf #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #older yandere #yandere oc #yandere original character #delusional yandere #teacher reader #tw.kidnapping

[the-furies]

hello . who wants to hear abt our DE sona/oc/whatever it is . tbat i spent yesterday brainstorming about. on a whim.

#pk;m electrochemistry🔴 #oc talk #i may have gone sicko mode yesterday with Rosie's vahue ideas fr a self insert . but im having fun #tbis bitch has like 4 different outfits & therefore 4 different aesthetics tht boost each of its 4 Skill groups #and it goes by different names based off appearance . #we r still deciding on what those names are ajsjdjxjxcjcj #its Skill Groups r Rose Golds‚ Fogs‚ Pales‚ and Smokes #rose golds is psyche adjacent. pales is vaaaguely intellect adjacent. fog is motorics adjacent in the opposite direction. #and smokes is less Entirely physique adjacent and more just . variations of fight or flight. BDJSJSFJFJ #i drew out one of its Pales outfits and. perhaps Soon. I'll get 2 drawing its otjer main outfits

[scoutswritingcorner]

Hazbin Hotel Masterlist!!

Helluva Boss Masterlist

🦌Alastor Masterlist!

The Vee's Masterlist!

🌹: Platonic

♥️: Romantic

☠️: Angst

🔥: NSFW

RULES

*I will only write Male Readers for Angel Dust.

👑Charlie:

♥️Sweet As Candy

🌹First Meetings

♥️Artist Rendition

♥️Storming Troubles

🎰Husk:

🌹/♥️Long Nights And Catnip

♥️Artist Rendition

♥️Cat Naps

♥️Storming Troubles

🌹A Little R&R

🎀Vaggie:

♥️Artist Rendition

♥️Storming Troubles

🕷️Angel Dust:

♥️Harder Than It Looks

♥️Rose Colored Boy

🌹/♥️Kisses

♥️The Red String of What?, Part Two

♥️Movie Night

🌹Work Day Blues

♥️Cold Nights

♥️The Best Way To Comfort

♥️Best Dads

♥️/🔥One Of A Kind Show

♥️Sleep Headcanons

♥️Artist Rendition

♥️Perfect In Everyway!

♥️Little Musician

♥️Storming Troubles

🍎Lucifer:

🔥Lay All Your Love On Me:

♥️Family Man

♥️First Meetings

♥️Artist Rendition

☠️Heaven Says You Are In Danger

♥️Storming Troubles

🎸Adam:

♥️Minecraft Shenanigans

♥️/🔥Drunken Mess

🔥Party Like A Rockstar

♥️Horror Movies

♥️/☠️Lay Me Down

🫀Rosie

♥️Pretty Woman

♥️Love Bites,

♥️ Lipstick

♥️Competition

♥️/☠️Bite

🌹Platonic Headcanons

📺Vox:

☠️The TV made me do it

☠️/♥️Not Meant To Be

Ships X Reader:

🍎AppleRadio🦌:

♥️Sweet as Apple Pie

👑Chaggie🎀:

♥️Love Triangle? No Love Circle

♥️A Whole Lot Of Love

♥️Horns And Hooves

🎰HuskerDust🕷️:

♥️Rough Days = More Snuggles

♥️/🔥Their Favorite Distraction

♥️Safe and Sound

♥️Casino Troubles

♥️Sweet

👑Charlastor🦌:

♥️Showtunes!

🎸Adam's Apple🍎:

♥️/🔥Tempting

🫀RadioRose🦌:

♥️/☠️The Chase

Cursed Cat Alastor:

🌹What A Weird Cat

🌹Carelessly Curious

🌹An Angry Deer and New Horns

🌹Careful, Baby On Board

🌹Supply Run

🌹Bodyguard Or Babysitter?

Hazbin Men

🌹/♥️Facial Hair

#masterlist #not writing

[yourmaximoff]

Scarlet Cherry

Summary: There is much more to this prostitute Wanda than you could ever imagine.

Pairing: Prostitute!Wanda x Reader 

Warnings: (+18) age gap (wanda is 19 and reader 29) top!reader, botton!wanda, strap-on (r using), deep throat, fingering, angst

Words: 3,8k

A/N: Inspired by the song Carmen by Lana ♡ 

(English is not my first language, sorry for any translation errors)

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Flames from a newly kindled fireplace warmed the small room of an elegant hotel in northern New York. The window glass, covered with a wet layer from the incessant rain outside, blurred the lights of a city that never sleeps.

Green eyes attentively observed the rain against the window. Her body lay naked on the large king-size bed in the middle of the room. Her feet swung anxiously up and down, her pale skin and curves bathed in an orange glow emanating from the fireplace on the other side of the room, the sole source of light.

Anxious sighs escaped her perfectly painted lips, adorned with a thin layer of rose-colored lipstick. A snug choker encircled her neck, the only thing adorning her otherwise completely bare skin.

Twisting her body and lying on her back, her extended her head beyond the edge of the bed. An innocent smile played on her lips as her glimpsed the bathroom door upside down. The illuminated room cast the silhouette of an unfamiliar figure adjusting themselves on the other side of the door, someone her would never forget.

Opening the bathroom door, you smiled upon seeing the girl upside down, gazing at you with large doe-like eyes. Her naturally flushed and freckled cheeks stood out on her delicate oval face. Long, dyed auburn hair cascaded against the carpeted floor, while the orange-hued fireplace light perfectly bathed her prominent breasts.

Her large green orbs began to glow, illuminating her face, while a soft smile formed on her lips. You smiled, biting your lower lip, your fingers slowly unbuttoning the first buttons of the dark blouse over your body. You felt desired by that girl, as her shining big green orbs slid over your body with a certain admiration. Her eyes locked on your fingers as you began to unbutton the small dark robe over your body.

As you pushed the robe over your shoulders and let it fall onto your feet, a smile formed on your lips as you noticed the smile on her face when her eyes fixed on your pelvic region. A strap-on was attached to your waist, slightly curved forward, almost reaching her delicate face. Her eyes blinked from the harness to your eyes, her teeth brushing against her lower lip, forming a mischievous smile.

With gentleness, you hold her face softly between your hands, inverting her position upside down and bringing her face up. Her delicate hair slips between your fingers like waterfalls, the gentle scent of strawberry gradually filling the air. You leaned, bent down, and slowly pressed your lips against hers. The taste of cherry gloss quickly flooded your mind, her sweet and soft lips fitting perfectly against yours.

With a sigh, you release her lips, opening your eyes and observing her closely. Her eyes were closed, and her eyelashes moved gently against the rosy and freckled skin beneath them. Her teeth sank into the flesh of her lower lip as her eyes slowly opened, revealing dilated and radiant green orbs.

You leaned back, releasing her head and holding the tip of the strap-on with your hands. Unconsciously biting your lower lip, as if asking something of her. You received a light shake of her head and a gentle smile, as if she were answering your silent question.

You eagerly held her head, adjusting it on the bed, letting her neck stretch slightly outward. Pushing your hips forward, you slide the strap-on lightly against her face, gliding it forward and placing it on her neck.

The bones of her clavicle and the muscles of her neck were slightly reddened and prominent against her delicate and pale skin. Her breasts were perky, spread over her chest with the bones of her ribcage visible.

You smiled as you felt a playful laugh and warm breath leave Wanda's lips, directly hitting your exposed thighs. Slowly, you slid your hands over her breasts, squeezing her sensitive nipples, while Wanda squirmed. You slid your hips back, pulling the dildo away from her neck, but soon positioned the head of the strap-on against her ajar lips.

In a slow motion, you gradually slid the dildo into her mouth. First filling her cheeks, but soon lodging it in her throat. You could see how every muscle in her neck reacted as your shaft stretched the walls of her throat, the bulge gradually burying itself against the delicate skin of her delicious neck. You pushed slowly until it reached the depths of her throat, feeling her hands support against your thighs as small, silent coughs left her throat.

Her skin started turning red, and the veins in her neck began to pulse. You withdrew a little faster from her throat as you felt a slight choke on her heavy breath. Her eyes opened, revealing emeralds glazed with a layer of tears, her dilated iris and sclera with subtle hints of red.

You positioned the strap-on again over her open mouth. Wanda took a deep gasp, filling her lungs with oxygen one last time before you plunged back into her mouth. Your hands held her face delicately, while your hips slowly pushed the dildo back into her throat. This time, when it lodged in her throat, you pulled it out almost completely before pushing it back in.

Your movements, surprisingly, were gentle and precise. Whenever Wanda showed signs of choking, you always withdrew to give her a bit of air. You felt ecstatic fucking her throat in a majestic way, all of Wanda's muffled moans sinking deep into your mind.

Feeling that you had mistreated Wanda's throat enough, you stopped the movements and completely withdrew from her mouth. A long string of saliva, connecting the head of your dildo to Wanda's mouth, broke in the air, wetting her face. She was slightly damp, a mixture of tears and saliva sliding down her cheeks, while her forehead was a bit sweaty.

You placed your hands on her head again, your fingers burying themselves in her soft, voluminous hair as you leaned down once more. Your lips met again, and this time you felt her breath panting and warm against your mouth. You smiled into the kiss, her lips still tasting like cherries, but slightly blurred.

Climbing onto the bed, you traced a delicate path with your fingers over Wanda's body. Sliding gently between the valleys of her breasts, following every curve of her abdomen, up to her uterus. You press your fingers against Wanda's entrance, feeling the moisture and heat emanating from her. With a smooth motion, you push your fingers inside, feeling Wanda's walls pulse around your fingers, twitching with desire.

Your thumb finds Wanda's clitoris, and you caress it with delicate circular movements. She shudders under your touch, the muscles in her legs contracting slightly. Every movement of your fingers is calculated and gentle, gradually increasing the pace and intensity. Wanda's inner walls tighten in response, enveloping your fingers with a sense of urgency and desire. You continue stimulating her clitoris, feeling it swollen and sensitive, responding to your skillful touches.

Feeling Wanda fully lubricated with her own juices, a result of your stimulation, you withdraw your fingers from inside her and place the wet head of the dildo, coated in her saliva, between her folds.

You pull Wanda's waist closer to you, finally placing her head on the bed. She lets out a playful laugh, her knees bending as you position the strap-on between her legs.

Her hands fly to her own face, hiding her red cheeks. You feel infected by Wanda's sweet and playful nature, unable to stop smiling at any moment. With one hand, you hold her waist tightly, and with the other, you guide the dildo into her drenched slit, pushing it into her folds.

A deep sigh escapes her lips, and she bites the palm of her hand, still hiding half of her face. Slowly, you begin to push into her. Her walls stretch around the dildo, her rosy bent knees on either side of her waist, and her juices leaving a wet stain on the satin sheets.

You hold her wrists and place them above her head, wanting to see her beautiful face and her intense eyes looking at you. Her eyes slowly meet yours, the green of her iris so bright that it seemed like transparent and moist glass. Her eyes roll back when she feels the dildo burying completely inside her, filling every empty space within her, almost reaching her uterus.

You pull it out completely and thrust it back in, but this time with more speed, finding a delicious rhythm. You release her hands and place them against her waist, holding her body that slides across the bed with the force of your hips pounding against her. Wanda's hands glide over your back, her nails painted and adorned with small cherry stickers, creating imaginary lines on your back, leaving trails and burning marks.

With each deep thrust, a plaintive moan escaped Wanda's lips. Her legs crossed and pressed against your pelvis, preventing the cock from slipping out, making you push even deeper against her uterus. You could see the prominence of the cock sliding up and down on the thin skin above her uterus. Pressing your thumbs firmly against the edges of her waist, you felt her hands slide from your back to cling to your neck. It was a silent warning that the orgasm was already beginning to take hold of her body.

Bending your body, you brought your mouth close to hers, your lips almost touching, the warm breath she exhaled with each thrust hitting her slightly parted mouth. One of your hands slid from her waist to her leg, pulling it up, finding the perfect angle to bury yourself even deeper inside her. Before your lips touched, you slid up to her ear and whispered:

"Cum for me"

𓆩♡𓆪

Emerging from the bathroom, the warm steam from the shower still enveloping your body, you looked hopefully at the bed and, unfortunately, found it empty. You threw yourself headfirst onto the bed, burying your face in the soft mattress and letting your emotions take over your body.

There was something about that girl, something about Wanda that prevented you from treating her as just an ordinary prostitute. Strangely, you were missing her. You shouldn't feel this way. You hired her, she did the job, and she left as expected. It's literally implied, in the unwritten lines of an imaginary contract, that it was a one-night stand. You started repeating to yourself that you hired her solely for sex and nothing more. Maybe if you asserted it strongly enough, your mind would make it real and take Wanda out of your head.

What is your problem? The first prostitute you hire has already turned your mind and your heart into a mess...

Something caught your attention, a strange noise coming from the living room snapped your mind back to reality. Curiously, you got up and followed the sound of laughter and applause coming from the next room. As you entered the room, your eyes instantly lit up, and your heart began to pound in your chest. A wave of relief washed over your entire body, dissipating any previous worries.

Wanda was sitting on the floor in front of the sofa, focused on the television in front of her with a jar of jelly. As she watched the TV, her eyes seemed to sparkle, and amused laughter escaped her lips due to the old sitcom playing on the screen.

Dipping her index finger into the jar of jelly between her legs, she brought it to her mouth, skillfully sucking and licking. Shiny red streaks dripped onto her lower lip, but were quickly caught by her adept tongue.

Without hesitation, you settled down next to Wanda on the floor, mesmerized by her adorable and innocent expression. Your heart melts at this sight. It's as if, in that moment, the prostitute with a corrupted soul dissolves and reveals a simple girl, whose spirit overflows with purity.

Wanda slid her eyes away from the television and looked at you. Her playful toothy smile softened, the corners of her lips curved upwards, making her perfectly sculpted lips even more evident. She inserted her index finger into the jelly, never taking her eyes off you, and brought it to her lips, sucking on them.

You pushed your two fingers into the jar, burying them and completely coating them with the sticky cherry jelly. Bringing them up, you slowly brought them close to Wanda's lips. She smiled, shaking her head and removing her own finger from her mouth.

You extended your two fingers against her slightly parted lips, her tongue timidly pushing against the tips of your fingers as she slowly closed her eyes. You slid your fingers into her mouth, receiving the tender touch of her tongue licking and tracing around your fingers.

She sucked all the jelly into her throat and then delicately licked your fingers with her tongue. You looked at her with shining eyes, her soft and affectionate tongue reflected her delicate and cute appearance. As she sucked on your fingers, you could see her up close without any makeup, with her hair still damp on her back.

Before you entered the shower, she went first, thoroughly cleaning her body and consequently washing off all her makeup. Her wet red hair dripped onto the back of a white dress shirt, which she certainly borrowed from you. She had a natural blush on her prominent cheeks, and her freckles were even more apparent.

Finishing consuming all the jelly, she smiled, opening her eyes and looking directly at you, lightly biting the tip of your fingers before you withdrew them from her mouth. Turning and refocusing on the sitcom, she hugged her own legs to her chest and rested her head on her knees.

"Do you like old sitcoms?" you curiously ask, folding one of your legs, resting your elbow, and supporting the side of your face with your hand.

"Yes," she replied, smiling and shaking her head. "It's so magical and funny. For a moment, all that matters is making jokes and getting applause."

"Have you ever thought about being an actress? You're beautiful and certainly have an attractive charm," you ask sincerely.

"Already have," she bites her lip, looking at you as if contemplating something.

You could feel the gears in her head turning as she pondered something. She had a secret, and she was contemplating whether or not to tell you. Strangely, she felt comfortable in your presence, her intuition telling her that trusting you was the right thing to do.

"Well, my brother thinks I'm an actress," she says, laughing at herself. "In a way, I am an actress. Every night, I pretend to be someone different to please my clients."

Something starts to burn in your stomach when she mentions the word 'clients', a fleeting anger piercing through your chest like a painful bullet.

"He doesn't know you're a prostitute?" you ask.

"No," she responds, shaking her head and biting her lower lip. "He said he wants to see me as a great actress on television and have a star with my name in that place where famous celebrities have." Wanda swallows hard, anguish filling her throat and weighing on her shoulders. "I don't have the courage to tell him the truth, that I do things that are not as glamorous as he thinks to buy his medications."

You nod at her, allowing her to pour out her feelings in the form of words to you. Sometimes people just need to unload the weight inside them and let it out, and you understood that. She didn't need someone to give shallow solutions to her problems, but rather someone to listen to her and understand her.

"I just want him to be happy and healthy," she sighs deeply, hugging her legs tighter to her chest. "Sometimes, I feel like I'm the only one who truly understands him. Everyone treats Pietro like a child just because he has autism. He's 19 years old and so intelligent and mature, even more than many old men out there." She focuses her gaze on the television and with a sad smile, she watches the lead actress interact with her romantic partner. "I wish I could make Pietro proud."

"You do everything you can for him, Wanda," you say, placing one hand on her back and gently rubbing in circular motions, attempting to comfort her. "I'm sure he knows that and is proud of the incredible sister he has."

She smiles, blinking quickly and dispersing any tears that try to form. "I actually enjoy this job, it's fun to go to different places and meet all kinds of people... It's just sometimes I think about how it would be if I were on a stage or in front of cameras." She looks away from the television and down.

"Someday, that will happen, and I bet your brother will be in the front row to see you," you reply, placing your hand on her jaw, gently lifting it up and making her look at you. "You're going to be a great actress, and you'll make him even more proud."

"I never can confide in anyone, you're the first person who allowed me to do that," she whispers, her voice choked up and her eyes filled with emotion. "Thank you."

A comfortable silence settles between the two of you as you join Wanda and start watching the sitcom with her. Just a few moments later, both of you are already laughing at the funny moments of the show. It had a slightly old-fashioned humor, but it had a certain charm that made you laugh like you hadn't in a long time. Sometimes, your gaze would slide from the television to the smiling girl beside you, her fingers still immersed in jelly, while playful laughter escapes from her mouth. That bitter and anguishing aura completely dissipated into delightful laughter as she wholeheartedly immersed herself in the program. For a few moments, your favorite sound became the sound of her laughter.

The screen displays the end credits, and a slight disappointment spreads across your face as you realize that the time has come for her to leave. Swiftly, you get up and hurry towards the bedroom, leaving her alone sitting on the floor of the living room. Your gazes meet for a moment, filled with curiosity, before she stands up to turn off the television. She picks up the half-empty jar of jelly from the floor, walking towards the small fridge to put it away. Upon returning to the living room, her eyes fixate on you, who are standing in the center of the room. In your hands, you hold a considerable stack of money, and a hopeful smile lights up your face.

"Hey, you already paid me," Wanda says, smiling as she approaches.

"No, please accept to stay with me for a few more nights," you plead, placing the money on her hands and closing them. "I loved your company and I wanted to have you again."

"Oh, I... I thought it was just for one night," Wanda squints her eyes and looks down at her bare feet, hiding an embarrassed smile. "Sure, I can stay." For a few moments, she seemed like a teenager who had just been asked out on a date, for a brief moment, she was simply a shy, infatuated girl.

𓆩♡𓆪

The rain still beat against the hotel windows, the droplets streaming down the glass, reflecting a beautiful piano in the middle of an almost empty hall. Your fingers glided over the piano keys, playing two higher notes and a few heavier ones, bringing balance to the melancholic yet romantic symphony you were creating.

Sitting beside you, Wanda smiled as she watched your skilled fingers delicately touch each white and black key. The symphony gradually unfolding in the empty surroundings brought a sense of fulfillment she had never felt before. It was touching, it was painful, but it was definitely the sound that love should make.

The love she had never felt before was right in front of her, materialized in the form of musical notes, embodied in a person she didn't know, in someone she thought belonged to her for just one night.

Sliding your hands over hers, you placed them on the piano keys. "Let's see if you remember this one," you said, guiding her hand over the piano keys.

The first notes sounded, a mixture of deep and mysterious tones, yet with a lively contrast, bringing to life one of her favorite old sitcoms. Wanda's eyes lit up as she felt the familiarity of the notes pumping nostalgia through her veins.

"Of course, I know it." She smiled widely. You released her hand, and she played the few notes again. "The Addams Family."

You played a few notes and then stopped for Wanda to learn. She quickly and easily picked up the notes, as if she had listened to the opening of The Addams Family thousands of times before. The atmosphere around you dissolved from melancholic and romantic to something more lively and somewhat dark, taking both of you to the depths of the Addams mansion.

You spent the rest of the night, until the morning sun invaded the curtains, playing the piano. You taught Wanda some songs, and being an extremely intelligent girl, she learned them with ease.

You brought her to this special place, the secret empty hotel with a piano. You would spend the early hours playing the piano when insomnia struck, when the worries of the world filled your mind and you desperately needed to escape somewhere. In the few moments you spent with her, you felt like you were playing the piano, you felt like nothing else existed but her and the musical notes of her benevolent heart.

"I need to make a call," you declare, standing up and placing a gentle kiss on Wanda's hair before stepping away. She nods in response, her eyes still fixed on the piano, while her fingers dance across the keys.

You walk towards the windows of the grand hall, observing the persistent raindrops that blur the lights of the towering skyscrapers in front of you, creating a diffuse and shimmering effect. All your feelings slowly begin to trickle out of you like the drops on the glass. You had a thought in mind, you had a plan involving Wanda.

You slide your hand into your pocket and retrieve your cellphone, your agile fingers quickly dialing your friend's number. As you wait for the call to be answered, your gaze fills with admiration as you see Wanda playing the piano. She looked like a star on a stage with a massive audience applauding. She was definitely born to shine like a star, your star.

"Hey, Kevin," your voice echoes with enthusiasm as the cellphone is brought to your ear. "Is that incredible project you mentioned, Wandavision, still in production? I have the perfect person for the lead role."

#Wanda maximoff #Wanda smut #Mommy Wanda #Wanda x reader #Wanda maximoff x reader #Wanda maximoff x y/n #Wanda maximoff x you #Wanda maximoff smut #Wanda maximoff fanfic #marvel imagines

[flawdchaos]

Cold Shoulder

Robert Rosenthal x Reader

Word Count - 1273

Based off of this request:

Hello! First and foremost ,I would like to tell you that I really enjoyed reading Spilled Drink and I would love to read the third part of the story. I was wondering if you could write a Rosie story, where he flirts with the oc but she is giving him the coldest shoulder ( something that he didn’t expect) . So he makes it his mission to make her like him. Thank you 😊

small authors note, it isn’t exactly like the request but i wrote this on my lunch break today and tried my best with the hour i had 🫠 i hope you still enjoy it

Rosie had never been so lost for words in his life. He had never been so blatantly ignored and he couldn’t figure out what he had done to deserve it. His entire flow felt off. He had seen her around Thorpe Abbotts for a while now, sharing glances and half hearted smiles but now - absolutely nothing. A cold shoulder couldn’t even explain her reaction towards him.

After being the only plane to return from their mission, Rosie and his crew were sent to the Coombe house to get some R & R and despite his best efforts to leave, he was made to stay. When he returned to base a week later, everything felt wrong - including her.

He was still frozen in disbelief, hard grip on his glass, when Harry’s hand slapped down on his shoulder. “Tough crowd, Rose?” Rosie let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding and nodded. “You have no idea, Cros. I don’t know what in the hell I did. I asked her for a dance and she all but ran away from me.” Harry turned his friend to face him. “Maybe she’s got a lover out there somewhere, fighting just like us.” The idea had crossed his mind but he couldn’t just ignore the smiles and eye contact they had shared for weeks before. It was possible he had read too far into her actions. ‘Maybe she was just being nice’ he thought, shaking his head and trying to take his mind off of the rejection. Clearing his throat he responded “Yeah, Cros, you’re probably right.” When his head hit his pillow that night the scene replayed over and over in mind, embarrassment coursing through his body.

Two days had passed since Rosie’s run-in at the bar and he would be lying if he said the memories of that night weren’t ingrained in his brain. He was pulled back to reality when the Colonel stepped into the hallway, beckoning him into his office. “How have you been, Captain Rosenthal?”

“Fine, sir.” he said. “I hope the flak house treated you and your men well?” All he could do was meet the question with a curt nod. It honestly hadn’t been what he wanted. He left when everything and everyone needed him and returned to the little semblance he had turned up on its head. The rest of the meeting eluded his mind, putting his brain and responses on auto pilot. Excusing himself and saluting the Colonel, he stepped out of the hut and urged his feet to lead him to the chow hall. All he wanted at that moment was a cup of coffee and a moment to clear his brain. A few steps distanced himself from the building before he caught a glimpse of her, leaning up against the women’s barracks with a cigarette loosely hanging from her lips, her hands busy repinning the fallen curls framing her face. He couldn’t see his own reaction but he knew he looked like he had seen a ghost. He stood, feet planted on the gravel for a good minute - debating his next action. He could continue to chow with his pride intact or take one more chance at catching the girls attention. ‘C’mon Robert. You fly damn planes into warzones. She’s just a girl.’ Fuck it.

He stopped in front of her, her gaze still on the ground kicking around the loose gravels.

“Excuse me, ma’am.” Rosie softly spoke, lightly clearing his throat. Her eyes slowly raked up the body standing in front of her. Her mouth slightly fell open and the cigarette threatened to fall from her lips. She remained silent although her eyes were darting around.

“I know, uh, I know I spoke to you the other night at the bar. I didn’t mean to overstep. It’s just -” he took a deep breath before continuing. “It’s just, I’ve seen you around for weeks now and I’ve meant to say hello or wave - or something - but I don’t know. Would it be stupid to say I was nervous?’ she still didn’t speak but a small shake of her head to signal ‘no’ was enough for Rosie to keep rambling. “I know it probably sounds stupid. I go thousands of feet in the area in a big metal box and fly through battlefields but I can’t even speak to a pretty girl.” He shook his head, letting out a small laugh.

“You think I’m pretty?” his heart almost jumped out his chest as her timid voice broke through the silence. He could feel the heat rising to his face.

“Uh,” he laughed awkwardly ,”Yes ma’am, yes I do.”

They still hadn’t made direct eye contact yet but her feet had stopped scuffing at the patch of grass growing by the side of the barrack building. A hand appeared in her vision, waiting for hers to connect. “I’m Robert Rosenthal but please, call me Rosie. Everyone else on this base does.” Their hands intertwined and he took control of lightly shaking them up and down.

“Y/N Y/L/N but everyone just calls me Y/N.” For the first time in this whole interaction Rosie watched as a small smile had slowly worked its way onto her face.

“Well, just Y/N, I’m on a mission for a hot cup of coffee. Would you like to make the hike with me?” A slight nod of her head had his feet moving once again. He was dying to ask more questions, to pry into her life and truly get to know the girl walking beside him but the last thing he wanted to do was scare her away.

“Can I admit something to you, Rosie?” Her voice breaking the silence almost made his entire body freeze. “Of course, Y/N.”

She took a breath before stopping dead in her tracks, Rosie doing the same but a few steps up ahead. ‘Oh God, this is it.’ is all he could think. He hung his head preparing himself for the blow of disappointment he was suspecting.

“I got worried about you. Last week, you know?” she admitted, sheepishly. “Everyone saw you land, including me. I was selfishly happy it was you. I wanted to tell you that when I saw you next but the next day on my walk to work, I didn’t pass you like I usually do. I didn’t see you the whole week and I think, in my mind, I kinda expected the worst. Seeing you in that bar last weekend I,” she took a moment, seeming to try and collect her thoughts “it was like seeing a ghost.” It was her turn for the heat to rise to his cheeks.

Rosie didn’t know what to say. He was at a loss for words. In all of the scenarios he had dreamed up in his mind that was never one of them.

“You thought I died?” he asked, dumbfounded. She rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly.

“I didn’t know your name. You and your whole crew disappeared. I thought asking people about you would be a sore spot.” she admitted. “So, you don’t hate my guts and never want to speak to me again?” For the first time ever, Rosie heard her laugh. Like a true, doubled over belly laugh.

“Hate you? God no. I guess I was just waiting for the right moment to talk to you. I thought I had waited too long.” He shook his head at the girl. “You didn’t.” he said. “It seems like we have some catching up to do.” she nodded in agreement before he spoke again. “You still wanna get that coffee?”

Author’s note: Hi friends, another Rosie fic for y’all ♥️ I hope you enjoy this. It hasn’t been proofread/double checked at all so pleas disregard all of the little mishaps here and there.

#masters of the air #masters of the air x reader #anthony boyle #anthony boyle imagine #gale cleven #john egan #masters of the air imagines #robert rosenthal #rosie rosenthal #rosie rosenthal imagines

[hanrinz]

rin, your nonchalant boyfriend.

who is probably that guy who gets on reddit and then posts about you, asking for advice.

like he literally doesn’t know how to show his feelings like how you do and it bothers him!! probably has some ppl cheering him on the replies (& waits on updates)

“took my partner to ice cream today, we got to hold hands. my hands were sweating, is this normal?”

or whenever you’re having a fight and he gets on that app and he’s like “my partner and i had a fight, i can’t sleep.”

“it’s their birthday today, i finally managed to get that one thing they’ve been wanting for months.” he posts there like it’s a diary of sorts like omg.

and then his last post would be about a championship he won, but all he could think about was you and how he searched through the crowd for your face. and he thought that was the last time he’d shared any of those moments, because finally he grew the courage to ask you to be your forever.

people on reddit would often wonder about him and your relationship, it was so endearing in their eyes. and then suddenly a faithful day after a year on his last post he wrote once more.

“we’re married now :)”

it couldn't be helped, what was he supposed to do? feelings were surely overwhelming, that he needed to somehow let it all out, it felt so good that he grabbed his phone and typed out those simple words, a faint smile adorning his face. he’s like a schoolgirl who has a crush, it’s unreal.

and that was his very last post, he almost forgot about it.

it’s also been over two years when you stumbled upon it.

the username ‘rnshi’ it’s a little weird, but you were intrigued for a bit, that it was enough for you to go through it and read every single thing. and you were not one to assume anything, but you can remember these specific memories all too well. and before you know it a smile makes its way to your face, and your heart blooms even more.

and you didn’t care if it was silly, but it made your heart ache so much of love. and maybe you were overreacting, with your eyes tearing up by your lash line, trying to blink it away. a chuckle escapes you, that has caught rin’s attention peeping his head through the side of the wall of the kitchen.

“what are you laughing at?”

and if you didn’t know rin it would’ve come off as questioning and not in a good way, but he’s curious even if he tries not to show it.

turning off your phone as you dip up from the couch of your living room. you’re smiling and rin doesn’t know what to do as you near him. he notices the skip on each of your steps and a glee of happiness revolving around you.

your hands wrapping around his waist as you mush your face onto his back. he can still feel your smile.

a big question mark was planted on his face and you couldn’t help, but to giggle just a little at his confusion.

“you know that i love you right?”

of course, he knows that.

“i know.”

but it was more of a breath of relief than an assurance, because rin loves you more than anything and years of learning everything that could possibly better himself for you was proof of that, and you didn’t need any testimony to tell you that.

all you know is that, your lover is a dork and just sweetly in love just as you are.

◞♡ i’ve been missing rin a lot lately :( likes & reblogs are highly appreciated!

#roses ‘r rosie #he's a loser in my eyes #(i miss him sm im gonna sob) #rin itoshi x reader #blue lock x reader #itoshi rin x reader #bllk x reader

[jolenes-doppelganger]

uuhhhhmm hi!! i was wondering if you’d be up to write a (smutty?) story about rose the hat!!! nothing specific but (i assume) you kind of know how rose is… and maybe incorporate that in the fic? and the whole steam thingy? yeah…

anyway! have a great day!!

[Hi! Thank you for the request! I really leaned into her more sinister qualities that were explored in the book, specifically her fascination with blood. She is a dark character, so this fic is reasonably dark. ]

The Debt

Rose the Hat x f!Reader (NSFW- RATED EXPLICIT)18+

Summary: Returning to the windy city was always a trip Rose dreaded. Not for the drab blocks of concrete, but for the memories that lingered. A child she’d let get away, a meal that had escaped her. The cost of that lapse. What happens when the familiarity of the city converges with the familiarity of a touch?

Warnings: Dark themes (threat of bodily harm, threat of murder, depictions of post-murder situations, etc), graphic sex (oral R receiving and giving, 69, penetration via fingers R receiving, breast worship giving, near smothering of R, light spanking receiving, blood kink, brief bondage, biting), !! Dub-con/coercion !! [Moments of straight M/F interaction between Rose and Crow, allude to nudity, brief touching, but not any more graphic than the novel itself described these interactions.]

A/N: Once again, this fic is not indicative of my moral code, I would NEVER condone someone pursuing a similar relationship, especially if the themes of dub-con/coercion are in any ways similar or amplified. *To be reasonably true to the characterization of Rose is to understand that she is an evil person and wouldn't show up to your door with a bouquet of flowers and a home-cooked meal.*

Word Count: 3.669k (hehe 69)

Rose hated Chicago. Chicago meant traffic, smog, disorder and weird looks. Traditional caravans sailed right by the town, so driving through it with the True Knot's troop of motorhomes would be both a nightmare coordination-wise, most certainly drawing unnecessary attention. The Knot camped out in a trailer park, using cars to drive into the city while a few stayed back to ensure the safety of their caravan; prime members slept in hotels in the city. Rose and Crow were assigned to a suite, sharing a King bed and a bathroom. Sleeping in a hotel meant access to a shower and larger amenities, but the wide open spaces bothered Rose. She preferred the coziness of her Earth Cruiser over the opportunity to shower at any given moment.

"Rosie, whatcha got on your mind?" Crow asked, chest bare, lounging in the bed after their coital affair.

Rose snorted, tits out and unashamed. Her hat was set off to the side, hair tousled from their passion.

"I hate Chicago, that's what's on my mind."

Her lover nodded, trying to remain considerate, but he was really focusing on the curve of her breasts.

"It's temporary. We'll get the kid by the end of the week. And in the meantime..." he smirked, reaching to bring her in closer.

Rose rolled her eyes, playfully swatting away his advances.

"As if you were hard again." she protested.

"What if I was?"

Rose reached down. He was flaccid, predictably so. They hadn't fed in a while. He was like any man in his mid-50s, capable of lasting one round, needing a little blue pill to sustain an erection for longer than a few minutes.

"We need to eat." Rose grimaced.

She got up from the bed, walking into the large shower. She was tired. One look at herself in the mirror and Rose saw just how weak she was getting. They needed that kid. Her crow's feet were growing more pronounced, her belly sagged, so did her breasts. Cellulite littered her thighs, and her upper chest had that ugly scaly look that developed in older people exposed to the sun. It was unbearable. She turned the light off and showered in the dark.

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It was done. The little girl with the braided pig tails was limp in front of Rose; the child's body had given up. Normally she'd be feeling extra frisky right now, leaning into Crow's advances as he felt her up under her bloody shirt, but she just felt hollow. Giving out cleanup duty was easy. Crow pressed on the child's chest, pushing the last bit of steam into the metal cannister. Rose cut off the friendship bracelet the child had on, tying it around the cannister. Crow sensed something was off, and he followed her into the Earth Cruiser. She put the cannister away, looking up at him with vacant eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Rose walked into the bathroom, using the reserve water to fill the sink, stripping her clothes off as she washed away the blood.

"The kid. The one we lost ten years ago."

Crow sighed.

"The one that disappeared after we followed her into Joliet?"

Rose nodded, lost in her own thoughts.

"I want to borrow your truck, head into the town. I need a night for myself."

Crow frowned. Rose only ever went out alone in dire circumstances. She was upset, and it perturbed him.

"That can wait 'till morning, let's spend tonight-"

"No." she cut him off. "You have a hallway pass, go fuck someone else tonight."

Now Crow knew something was off. Rose was possessive, unreasonably so. If he so much as looked at another woman, he'd hear about it eventually. But offering a hallway pass unprompted? Something was up.

"Rosie, stop. We're going to talk about this." Crow planted his hands on his hips.

"No, we're not."

Rose pulled on a fresh pair of clothes, jeans and a sweater. The topper came with her, obviously. Crow attempted to block her as she left, but he was only a few inches taller than her. With the top hat she had the odd ability of appearing a head taller than everyone atop of her 6' frame.

"Move."

Rose exited the cruiser, Crow's keys in hand. She jumped into the vehicle, speeding out of the campsite. She had one destination in mind, one person in mind.

"Alright you little snot." Rose fumed, focusing her attention on an energy signal she'd been trying to pinpoint for the last decade. "You want to play games? Don't you know what you cost me?"

For the first time in decades, Rose was speeding. The True Knot never violated traffic laws. It drew attention, but in Rose's current state of mind, pushing 80 on the highway was the only reasonable balm to her anxiety. Through the midst of her anger-fueled aggression, she felt it. A little sensation, a prick of energy so damn familiar it made her stomach flop. She slowed down, pulling into the far right lane, focusing her energy on that little bubble of energy.

"Oh honey, you're still here, huh?" Rose whispered. "(Reader) was your name, wasn't it? But that's not what we called you, little minx. You're a Pandora's box."

Rose drove through the suburbs of Joliet, drawing closer and closer, running Crow's gas tank down to the last quarter. It didn't matter, she was close. The little buzzing in her head continued, until finally it was unbearable. Rose grinned, pulling off to the side of the road in front of a cute little red brick house. She didn't do anything, not yet at least. Instead, Rose adjusted the rings and bangles on her left hand. Left for receiving, various 'lucky' charms she'd collected. The right hand she kept bare. It was her dominant hand, she liked it bare. That and it was the 'giving' hand. She didn't need any sort of energetic enhancements, more likely hindrances upon her.

"You're alone in that little house, Pandora." she smirked.

Creeping toward that house like a wanted visitor, Rose waved to a few neighbors who were walking about. The only malicious element that could even tickle the minds of observers was that hat. Tipped at that weird angle, barely hanging onto the crown of her head, like a poorly perched bird. Rose reached for the knocker; she didn't need to try the doorbell to know it was broken. A soft click as the door opened.

"Well, hi there." Rose smiled.

You didn't have time to fasten the dead bolt before she'd forced herself in, towering over you and pinning you against the nearest flat surface.

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She'd tied you up. The deranged woman with the most certainly semi-cognizant hat had tied you up on your childhood bed.

"Who the fuck do you-"

"Shut up." Rose demanded, slapping her hand over your mouth. "You're gonna listen, you're gonna stay quiet, and if you scream I will sew your mouth shut."

She moved around the room, closing the curtains, locking and barricading the door. Nothing was going to interrupt this, no one was going to stop her from getting that revenge she'd been dreaming of for a little over a decade.

"Three True died because of you." Rose sighed, settling on the bed in front of you. "They starved. We were all starving, but they couldn't hold off. And you? Look at you." she snorted. "What are you, a teenager? No, you might even be in your twenties. I've forgotten how old you were when we were tracking you."

The heinous monologue ended there. Rose pulled out a pocket knife, focusing on digging out the dried blood she hadn't gotten out underneath her nails.

"Are you a cannibal?" you asked, quiet.

Rose snorted.

"I mean, sort of. We don't eat flesh, but we eat. And you... God, you would have been tasty. Now you're grown up. Age ruins all the goodness of steam, it spoils, tastes rotten."

You swallowed, staring up at the woman with the knife.

"So by not being able to find and eat some part of me... People died."

"Not people, dear. True Knot, my family. The most important people alive."

Rose's personal fable was inherently narcissistic, unyieldingly ignorant of the world around her.

"So you're better than me because you eat... Kids?"

Rose rolled her eyes, grabbing your face.

"I'm better than you because I'll live for centuries. The oldest of us have seen empires rise and fall, we've seen society advance, society crumble, all of it." she whispered. "We are the chosen few, the best. You're... A rube. A stupid, forgettable little tick."

She seemed awfully presumptuous, you thought. But your small judgements were out of place with the extreme fear that clouded most of your higher processing abilities. The animal brain was clawing out from it's cage, and you knew that this meant the odd things would start happening. Ever since you were a kid, it had been the same. You were normal, happy, unbothered, and then once someone put you in a corner, it was like something out of a paranormal movie. The ropes at your wrists got loose. Then the ropes at your feet. They were spinning out, moving with every rapid beat of your heart. But your telepathy was no match for Rose's abilities.

Blinding white pain filled your head as Rose pressed two of her fingers into your left temple. Hands reaching up inside your head, hands clawing and tugging at the animal bit of your brain, shoving it down, pinning it into a corner. It was brutal, and it left you groaning from pain.

"Naughty little thing. But talented, so talented. Telepathy? At your age? God you would have been tasty. Maybe you still are..."

In your state of wooziness caused from Rose's rape-like invasion of your head, you hadn't noticed her reaching for the pin off of her hat. And then that pin was being pressed through the flesh of your clavicle, hitting the hollow skin there. It stung, badly. With a horrid scream, vapor sprung from your lungs. The woman inhaled it readily, her eyes flashing bright blue. And then she sputtered. She removed the pin, coughing and hacking violently.

"You taste... Disgusting." she winced, her face screwed up in disgust.

Blood trickled down from the wound on your collarbone.

"God I need to get that taste out of my mouth, it's like spoiled milk." Rose complained, looking around the room for something to rinse out her mouth with.

Her choices were scarce. Half-stale soda, water, (which wouldn't do a damn thing), or... Now that would do.

"Mnm." Rose smiled, licking the blood from your clavicle away.

Her tongue was revoltingly wet, and it stung where she licked you. Rose's face was screwed up in a light smirk, watching with interest as your body reacted against your ever-rational mind. Her tongue was soothing, and there was a degree of sensuality to her movements, the way she leaned down, rolling her tongue slowly over the wound. She was straddling you, a hand on your shoulder, the other behind your neck. And the tongue continued to work, the papillae of her tongue drawing a light friction over the wound. It was... Arousing.

"Did I tell you that you could touch me?" Rose smirked.

Your hands were resting on her back, drawing unconscious patterns.

"... No."

Rose chuckled at this, nipping lightly at your neck.

"You're enjoying this... Twisted little girl."

The bite went straight downwards, causing your pelvic floor to clench involuntarily.

"I'm not. Well, I am, not because I want to-"

Rose's lips crashed against yours, tongue immediately pressing through your lips as you gasped. Claiming, tasting, exploring. She coaxed your tongue out slowly, her hand cradling your head, massaging gently.

"Give me your tongue." a voice sounded in your head.

It was feminine. You obeyed, sticking it out. Rose's lips enveloped the muscle, sucking wetly. The result was immediate. Your hips twitched, your core clenched, and you let out a desperate moan into her mouth. Rose let out a low hum of approval, continuing to suck your tongue in and out of her lips, imitating oral sex. The suggestion was arousing, and when you pulled away, the look on her face said it all. Rose was pleased. She knew she was sexy, she knew what she was doing was hot, and the fact that you were confused, horny and scared, all against your will, it only served to pad her ego.

"Poor thing... Are you worked up?" Rose crooned, stroking your sides. "Tell you what... I'll make it better, but then afterward you and I are going to brainstorm a way to work off your debt."

Your words caught in your throat. You didn't want to owe her anything, that would be very bad, but you had a feeling that it wouldn't matter what you decided. She'd laugh if you told her you didn't want to fuck her, and probably fuck you anyways. But then again, to make the best out of a bad situation... Who would blame you?

"Mhm, you'll come around." Rose hummed, licking a stripe up your neck. "And it will be reaaaaal good."

Your hands were resting on her back again. She didn't scold you this time. She took the topper off, setting it to the side. Her hair was a little frizzy, but it really didn't matter. She looked like a fallen goddess either way. Her hands reached for the hem of her sweater, pulling it off. Pert, large breasts jiggled with the movement, unencumbered by a bra or other garment. You wondered why you hadn't noticed it before. Rose wondered why she was wasting her best window of performance on a rube.

"You like what you see? Oh I know you do." Rose smiled, resting her elbows on either side of her face. "Kiss them. Give them the attention they deserve."

You obliged, angling your head up to kiss one of her nipples. Tentatively at first, and then a little surer. Rose pulled down your bottom lip, silently beckoning you to open your mouth. She pressed her nipple into your mouth, sighing in delight as you obediently swirled your tongue around the areola.

"Beautiful. A little suction, not too much, I'm not a cow." Rose sighed.

Adding increasing levels of suction, you stopped when Rose let out a low moan, her hips bucking against your stomach. You alternated swirling your tongue and sucking, drawing the sweet noises from Rose's mouth.

"The other side now, my other girl is feeling left out." Rose breathily gasped.

As you swirled and sucked the other nipple, she reached up to pinch the previously worshipped breast. Her hips twitched erratically, and judging by the increasing frequency of her little gasps and moans, she was getting more aroused. Finally she pulled back, her nipple sliding out of your mouth with a wet plop. Rose pulled at her jeans, sliding them down her knees and onto the floor in one swift motion. Whether she took off her panties at the same time or was never wearing any, you couldn't be sure.

"Stay put." Rose ordered.

You leaned back against the bed. She put a knee on either side of your face, lowering herself as she spread her labia open. The sight was both daunting and arousing, her inflamed clit pulsing angrily amidst the pink strip of her inner labia. You opened your mouth as she lowered her entrance over your mouth.

"Lick." she breathily moaned.

You licked a stripe up from entrance to clit, tasting her for the first time. It wasn't anything pungent or otherwise remarkable, but it was good. She fisted her hands in your hair as she rocked against your tongue, pushing her clit into your nose.

"Stick your tongue in, fuck me with your tongue." Rose rasped.

Obeying, you punched your tongue in and out of her hole, catching her secretions with your tongue. Rose moaned emphatically, continuing to grind her clit over your nose.

"That's it, just like that..." Rose praised. "Pull me against you."

Grabbing her thighs for support, you pressed her down into your mouth, alternating between licking stripes up her labia and fucking her with your tongue. Her moans grew louder and more emphatic, pressing her clit into your nose until your nostrils closed, preventing your ability to breathe. She worked faster against you, riding your face with reckless abandon, either unaware or unconcerned with your lack of air. In a last ditch effort to prevent suffocation, you pistoned your tongue in and out of her earnestly until she let out a howl of pleasure, squeezing her thighs over your face.

...

"Hey, wake up!" a voice echoed, muffled and unclear.

A sharp sensation, someone shaking you. Things came into clarity, bit by bit. Rose was over you, shaking you and slapping your face. She came into focus slowly, her face flushed.

"Fucking finally." she swore.

Arms pulled you up, stripping you of the sweaty shirt that clung to your breasts. You weren't wearing a bra, who could blame you? It was midnight on a fucking Tuesday. Or Wednesday, you guessed.

"Are you awake now? I'm not done with you."

You frowned, still adjusting to being awake after nearly suffocating to death between the woman's thighs.

"Naughty thing. Lay over my lap, I'll get you awake again."

You groggily obeyed, breathing steadily. Rose's hands caressed your back gently, pulling your pajama bottoms down. You were still uncomfortable, although your arousal had significantly dulled following you passing out. Her hand caressed your panty clad bottom, squeezing and pulling the flesh expertly. You let out a soft hum of contentment.

"Wouldn't have been a bad way to go, you know." Rose teased, continuing to knead your buttcheeks.

You gave an unconvinced hum in response. Rose let out a low chuckle, giving you a playful smack on the rear.

"Let's try this again. This time you can be on top, huh?"

Rose helped you up, after taking off your panties of course. She laid upon the bed, and you moved to straddle her face.

"Nuh uh. Turn around, the other way."

You obeyed, facing her legs.

"Now lean down. Hold my legs open, that's right, princess."

Princess. The name felt more intimate than the other titles she had given you, most were insulting. You found yourself looking forward to tasting her again. Her clit still remained engorged, and you busied yourself with licking at it as Rose drew her hands back and forth over your thighs.

"Pretty pussy you've got." she crooned.

A sharp bite to your inner thigh. It shocked and aroused you, and your core clenched involuntarily. Rose gave a low chuckle at the sight.

"Is she this wet for me?" Rose cooed. "Might need to have a taste."

Her tongue parted your labia, circling your entrance. Your hips bucked into her mouth, and she smacked your butt in jest.

"Naughty."

To make up for your unintentional disobedience, you leaned down, spreading her labia and exposing her engorged clit to your tongue. You circled it a few times before pulling the hood back, sucking softly. Rose's reaction was immediate. She groaned, kneading your thighs tenderly.

"Mhm. Good girl."

Her tongue returned to your entrance, licking lazily, occasionally rolling over your clit. Enough to stimulate, not enough to really please. It was infuriating, but you doubled your attentions in the hopes she would reward you. Taking her clit in your mouth, you sucked it, drawing it back and forth between your lips like she had done earlier with your tongue. Rose moaned, letting out a few words that you didn't understand, a foreign tongue. Then her mouth was at your clit, her tongue drawing steady circles over the nerve. You felt her thighs clenching, and you held them open as she reacted accordingly. Her mouth abandoned your clit, and she moaned out, her hips thrusting against your mouth. Then her mouth was sucking violently against you, two fingers roughly penetrating you. But just as her orgasm subsided, just as a familiar clenching began in your abdomen, she pulled away.

"No!" you whined.

A harsh smack cracked over your ass.

"Shut it."

She pushed you to the side, sitting up. She used your shirt to wipe the mess off her face.

"If you want to come, you'll crawl over here and ride my fingers."

Much to your utter dismay, (and deep humiliation), you saw the truth in her eyes. Crawling into her lap like a discarded puppy, you winced as the pushed two of her fingers into you once more. But that was were her roughness ended. A hand encircled her waist while her thumb rolled gentle circles over your clit.

"Put your arms around my shoulders, princess."

The soft praise and gentler look returned to her eyes. She smiled softly at your obedience, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck.

"You've been good... I suppose I should reward you."

Her fingers moved gently in and out of you while her thumb moved in that soft pattern. It was good, a gentle stimulation to push you up to a gentle climax. You had the feeling that if she wanted you to squeal in pleasure, she'd do so, but this was an allotment, not a reward. Her kisses on your neck turned into soft, tender bites, matching her tone. A slow build up to climax began, and you wrapped your arms tighter around her.

"I.. I'm gonna-"

"-I know you are. Now moan my name, 'Rose'."

You felt your lower muscles slowly starting to clench, and you let out a soft whimper.

"Rose!" you obeyed, feeling your pelvic floor clench and unclench erratically.

It was fulfilling, but not by much. In truth, you'd been most stimulated when you were pleasing her, a truth that made you aware of a darker truth. Rose was toying with you. She wiped her hand off nonchalantly, putting her hat back on. With that one action, she went from uncommitted lover to sinister debt-collector.

"Now. About that debt."

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A/N: This is really just a one-shot, I don't see a part two or continuation, but I would be more than happy to write a similar story or use a similar template to create a series. Feedback is always welcome. :)

#rose the hat x reader #rose the hat x you #rebecca ferguson x reader #rebecca ferguson x you #rose the hat smut #rose the hat x reader smut #rose the hat x you smut #lesbian #lesbian smut #doctor sleep #rose the hat #flanaverse

[talonabraxas]

Abrahadabra! ✰ Abrahadabra is a word that first publicly appeared in The Book of the Law (1904), the central sacred text of Thelema. Its author, Aleister Crowley, described it as “the Word of the Aeon, which signifieth The Great Workaccomplished.“ This is in reference to his belief that the writing of Liber Al vel Legis heralded a new Aeon for mankind that was ruled by the God Ra-Hoor-Khuit. Abrahadabra is, therefore, the “magical formula” of this new age. It is not to be confused with the Word of the Law of the Aeon, which is Thelema, meaning “Will” in ancient Greek.

Gematria

As with most things found in the mystical works of Aleister Crowley, the word “Abrahadabra” can be examined using the qabalistic method of gematria, which is a form of numerology, whereby correspondences are made based on numerical values.

ABRAHADABRA = 418 ABRAHADABRA has 11 letters

ABRAHADABRA = 1+2+2+1+5+1+4+1+2+2+1 = 22

The five letters in the word are: A, the Crown; B, the Wand; D, the Cup; H, the Sword; R, the Rosy Cross; and refer further to Amoun the Father, Thoth His messenger, and Isis, Horus, Osiris, the divine-human triad. Also 418 = ATh IAV, the Essence of IAO, translated from Hebrew as “Thou art IAO”418= BVLShKIN, or Boleskine418= RA HVVR, or Ra Hoor418= הרו-רא-הא, a Hebrew spelling of Heru-Ra-Ha418= ΑΙϜΑΣΣ, a Greek spelling of Aiwass418= The sum of all integers between 13 and 31 inclusive.Abrahadabra is from Abrasax, Father Sun, which = 365 418 = 22 x 19 Manifestation

In Aramaic this word roughly translates into “I will create as I speak.”

Had is the keyword of Abrahadabra. Had is another name for Hadit, the second Speaker in Liber Legis (“The Book of the Law”).“

ABRAHADABRA is “The key of the rituals” because it expresses the Magical Formulae of uniting various complementary ideas; especially the Five of the Microcosm with the Six of the Macrocosm.“

"Abrahadabra is the glyph of the blending of the 5 and the 6, the Rose and the Cross.”

Frater 440.’. 93 93/93

[colourstreakgryffin]

The Six Pillars; Masterlist #1~

The animes I do write for is Demon Slayer, Jujutsu Kaisen, JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, Death Note, Haikyuu and Record of Ragnarok~! But I also want to do writing for the current communities and shows I am vested in so I’d love for requests of Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss! Don’t have to but that’d be appreciated, any character from those two shows!

I’ll write absolutely any type of concept like angst, drama, romantic love to platonic love, NSFW, fluff, comfort, character x character, character x reader. I’d prefer to stay away from very intense situations like r**e, su****e, death since I don’t wish to make a mockery of these themes, I am not the best with reader x OC requests and I do not like choosing characters myself nor coming up with the scenario, please do these yourself! It’s your request, not mine! My main work is anime, primarily Demon Slayer!

Enough on that now! It’s time for the Masterlist~!I present you my work! Do as you please with this!

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Pillar #1: Demon Slayer~❤️

❤️ Akaza: Of Different Worlds

💜 Obanai: Back Off

🌈 Douma: Snuggly Orders

❤️ Muzan: All Mine

🖤 Gyomei: Toasty Blood

💙 Giyuu: Fuzzy Morals

💜 Obanai: Serpents and Arachnids

❤️💜🧡 Tanjiro, Obanai and Kyojuro: Ribboned-up Niffty

💛 Hotaru: Nothing or Everything

💙 Muichiro: Wire of Fate

💜 Nakime: Hot Red Strings

💙 Giyuu: Sky-High Fortitude

💜 Obanai: Dragon Tamer

💙❤️💙 Muichiro, Tanjiro and Giyuu: Eating Drama

🖤 Gyomei: Typhoon Shelter

❤️ Tengen: The Best and the Worst

💜 Obanai: Sheathed Blade

💚❤️💙💛 Karaku, Sekido, Aizetsu and Urogi: Fishing for Prizes

🩷💜💚 Kanae, Shinobu and Kanao: Near-Death Experience

🩷🧡💜 Mitsuri, Kyojuro and Shinobu: Doll Mattress

💙 Aoi: Horseyback Rides

💙 Muichiro: Rest Now

💜💜💚 Shinobu, Obanai and Sanemi: Victim Issues

💜 Genya: Unlikely Partnership

💙🩷🖤 Giyuu, Mitsuri and Gyomei: Hook Hashira

💜 Shinobu: Eyes on the Walls

❤️ Tanjiro: Wait, Your Majesty

🌈 Douma: Sharing a Heart

💚 Kanao: Feeling Flop

🧡💜💚 Kyojuro, Obanai and Sanemi: Past and Future

Pillar #2: Jujutsu Kaisen~💜

🖤 Noritoshi: Numb Senses

❤️❤️ Choso and Ryomen: Tiger Eye

❤️ Choso: One of the Same

❤️ Choso: Styling Perfection

💛 Kento: Eclipse Heart

❤️ Naoya: Toxic River

Pillar #3: JoJo Bizarre Adventure~💚

💙💚💛 Jonathan, Erina and DIO: Clock Delay

Pillar #4: Death Note~💙

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Pillar #5: Haikyuu~💛

Osamu and Atsumu: Plus Three

❤️ Kenma: Level 0; Training

🧡 Hinata: Impressing You

🧡💙💚 Atsumu, Osamu and Rintarõ: Clown of Mischief

Pillar #6: Record of Ragnorak~🩷

💚💙 Adam and Eve: Broken Little Heart

💜 Loki: Appreciation and Simp Post

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Hazbin and Helluva Pillar~🖤

💙🖤🩷 Vox, Valentino and Velvette: Mini Sheepie

❤️ Valentino: Silkworm Caterpillar

❤️ Blitzø: All the Same to Me

💙 Vox: Baby Laptop

🩷 Angel Dust: Made of Love

❤️💙 Alastor and Vox: Climbing the Ladder

🖤 Rosie: Fire Lily

🖤 Carmilla Carmine: Love at First Meeting

💙 Vaggie: Bolt Spear

💙 Vox: Cameras and TVs

🖤 Husk: Dolling Up

🖤 Husk: Glass Barfly

🖤 Husk: Daddy’s Little Girl

💛 Emily: Counting Sheep

❤️ Alastor: Three Glowing Candles

💛 Charlie: Balloon Soul

🖤 Husk: Pootie-Kitty

🖤🩷 Husk and Angel Dust: Growing Up

❤️🩷💛 Alastor, Velvette and Emily: Mirage Mind

❤️ Alastor: Yin and Yang, Light and Dark

🖤❤️💙 Husk, Cherri and Vox: Pink Shoes

💛 Adam: Stem of the Apple

❤️🖤 Alastor and Rosie: Blood Spill

💚💙 Fizzarolli and Asmodeus: Ruby in the Rough

❤️ Alastor: Picking Favourites

❤️ Alastor: A Little Game

❤️ Blitzø: Guns & Volleyballs

🖤 Husk: Precious Kitten

❤️Alastor: Rose Drop

❤️ Alastor: Staying Here

❤️ Alastor: Fresh Meat

❤️ Alastor: Rainbow Irises

❤️ Alastor: Old Habits, Never Die

❤️ Alastor: Diamond Trio

💙 Vox: Vampire Canine

❤️ Alastor: Rabbitfoot

❤️ Alastor: Lies and Deception

❤️ Alastor: Little Mistake

❤️❤️🖤 Alastor, Lucifer and Husk: Wildcard

❤️ Alastor: Smile, My Dear

❤️💙🩷 Alastor, Vox and Velvette: Getting Over It

❤️ Alastor: Crystal Heart

❤️ Alastor: Beauty from Within

❤️ Alastor: Blood Draw

❤️ Alastor: Shopping Trip

❤️ Alastor: All the More Demons

❤️ Alastor: Follow Me

❤️ Alastor: Mischievous Rumours

❤️ Alastor: the Prey and the Predator

❤️ Alastor: Redemption Path

❤️ Alastor: Chaotic I.M.P

❤️ Alastor: Night & Day

❤️ Alastor: Reaching Out

❤️ Alastor: Hell’s Angel

❤️ Alastor: Hopping Little Heart

Here is the first temple of this blog’s lengthy Masterlist~ Masterlist #2

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #jujutsu kaisen #sorcery fight #jojo’s bizarre adventure #haikyuu #death note #record of ragnorak #anime and manga #demon slayer x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #death note x reader #jojo’s bizarre adventure x reader #haikyuu x reader #record of ragnorak x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #helluva boss #helluva boss x reader #vivzieverse

[kasaslovr]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚  in which no girl has even looked his way so what makes him think you will. he's just not getting the hint that you want him to have little taste of your love

❈ warning: f!reader, college au, mutual & m!masterbation, fingering, praise, pet names, hair pulling?, teasing, he's like kinda subby at first then dom teehee, porn with plot. wc: 3.5k

❈ notes: i changed the concept oops, idk maybe ill write a fratboy!gojo fic later,  idk my friend was talking about how they dislike a playboy gojo so shoulder shrug. likes and reblogs r much appreciated mwahh anyway please enjoy my official first piece !

its not like he was hated, not at all. its just he never stood out and was never labeled anything more than basic. he just wanted to get through his college life peacefully. he didn't need those parties that lasted till 2am or those saturday night hookups which would leave him heart broken. sure he's had friends talk to him here and there, but he would never get super personal with anyone, ever.

it was a study hall in a library where there should’ve been just silent but instead, there would be students gossiping or making out in such a public place. how vulgar. he wasn't a nerd either, just an average guy honestly. he was finishing up notes that he could use for his next unit test, until the aroma of warm vanilla and marshmallows filled his nose, he usually wouldn't look, but he couldn't help it since it was right next to him. you were right next to him.

he slowly turned towards you and was met with such a winning smile with your head tilted and hand under your chin. your eyes were staring right at him like you were trying to see through his own eyes. you had the cutest cheeks he's ever planted his eyes on, they were just a little rosy and rose just a bit when you smiled at him. and your lips, they were beautifully plump with a little shine from your gloss and it was moving–shit you were talking and soon he was convinced. he's never had a taste of love like this before or ever.

“hello? i asked if we had biology together?” there was a concern look on your face, he snapped out of his thoughts and looked anywhere else besides your face. “uh i’m not to sure..” he responds with his hand reaching to the back of his neck, god you must think he's such a big loser cause of course he wouldn't know, all he does is keep his eyes down at his paper or at the floor.

a sign of nervousness. how cute you thought. you knew satoru was in your class, of course you did, ever since you transferred all you wanted was a new start and to live out your life so you did that, went to any party possible and made as many friends as you could while sticking with old ones. but there's one thing you wouldn't do and that was to let just any guy to have a taste of your love, you were gonna be in the one to control who you want to love and such and you chose him. gojo satoru.

“gojo right? i’ve definitely seen you around, you feed those cute cats behind the building!” you exclaimed, way louder than he would've liked and loud enough to  make his ears red. “uhm yeah..look are you following me around for fun or something because there are more entertaining things to do.” he suddenly felt discouraged like he wants to cry or never find someone attractive again.

“no no no, of course not! that was just by coincidence and since then i kinda told myself ‘i have to get to know such a cute and sweet guy.’” you said smiling ever so sweetly. what did you just say? cute? sweet? he's never seen himself in such way nor has anybody else, maybe when he helps the old ladies open the door or when his friends sees adorable baby photos of him, but he's never felt these kinds of butterflies about it before.

“you-you think im cute?” he turned towards you again to see if there was any sign of jokingly behavior, but no, you were being genuine. “yeah i do. i’m y/n, i think i need to be caught up on stuff in biology and you seem pretty smart so maybe if you wanna stop by my dorm sometime and help out i would totally appreciate it, im in room 318 in wing c.” you informed, you were starting to feel a little nervous now cause what if he thought you were just messing with him or gave him stalker vibes, you didn't want that at all. 

yes. a million times yes. he thought, he got so excited that he all of sudden stood up, giving you quite a shock, but made you giggle a little and he found his favorite sound ever. “yes i will..i mean i will take you up on that offer. is there a certain time or day you'd like me to go over?” he asked, he didn't think you guys were gonna be at that point where he could just go into your room anytime soon. “hmm doesn't matter to me, i’m never really busy.” you shrugged and now he's thinking of showing up tomorrow morning, but soon he’s interrupted by an alarm on your phone.

“shit! i’ve got lessons, here,” you grabbed a pen off of his notebook and wrote your number in the corner with a little heart. “now you should contact me whenever. i’ll see you around.” you smiled and wave then left the library while adjusting your tote bag on your shoulder. gojo put your number in his phone as soon as he could, in case he forgot of course, but how could he? you've made his day maybe his whole week–hell his entire month. he gathered up his stuff and walked to his dorm quickly.

he searched for his keys in this bag which were usually hung on his tiny key chain that geto gave him, he likes to deny him and gets undying friendship, in reality he was his best friend and almost brother, but gojo denies it all. he opens   the door and expects to see geto laying on the couch with a bag of chips on the couch and a Red Bull on the little coffee table, but no there was a small post, which geto stole from satorus room of course, it on the fridge saying ‘heyy im out to go bang a super hot chick from wing b, she's so hot and let me tell you when her boobs were bigger than my hands, i had to get in on that lmaoooo see ya tmrw - super hot playboy sugaru’ gojo had to blink of couple times until he reacted to it, he gagged with disgust and rolled his eyes, ripped off the note and threw it in the trash.

geto was almost the opposite of gojo, get had plenty of people follow him, guys he played sports with and some who just thought he was cool and wanted to tag along, there were girls too and they had the smallest articles of clothing and would throw themselves onto geto, it was almost like geto was some kind of cult leader. gojo chuckled at the thought, no way. what makes geto different is that he was kind and acknowledged everyone around him. 

gojo opened the door, turned on the lights and set his glasses on the table, grabbed some clothes that looked comfy and made his way to the bathroom to take a shower early since he ended sweating lots more than he usually would. after a half hot half cold shower since college bathing is shit he decided he would order some KFC knowing geto wouldn't be here to steal everything in the bag. gojo knew it was gonna take a while so he went into his room, closed door and lights off. some him time after a long day of classes.

soon satoru got curious, he was thinking back on gets note, did you know him?hes quite popular so maybe, but you were new so he was conflicted. gojo opened his instagram that he barely uses and only got it cause geto forced him to, but he logged onto his account with only 14 followers and got to searching, he went to gets that he has around 10 times more followers than gojo, but he doesn't mind since he doesn't even post anything. he went to search for your name in getos follower list and there you were, gojo felt his heart leap out of his chest of what? he doesn't know just yet. he's excited he found your account even if its a bit stalkerish, but you followed geto so were you using him to get with his roommate. he hopes not, he prays not.

with trembling fingers he pressed your account, he examined your account. your profile picture was a cute mirror picture with a white sweater on and studying something and you used a table mirror to take the picture, it was so cute, he moved onto to your recent post and he felt his heart drop even farther down and his eyes slightly widen. its you, of course, in a tiny blue swimsuit a two piece to be specific. 

there's three different photos, one of them is you closing your eyes with your knees bent onto the sand and hands cupping your own face and squishing your breast together, it must be unintentional, it has to be because gojo wouldn't know what to do with himself if it was on purpose almost like you knew he was gonna see this and get the hardest boner he's ever received in his life, he swiped to the left, not to exit but to look at the next picture. you're by the shore now and it looks like you're walking with a hand out and another holding your hat to cover your face and finally the last one. youre in the water just above thigh length and you're facing the sunset and your ass is on full display.

gojo couldn't do it anymore, either he was to go throw his phone away and take another cold shower or die because you were just so breathtaking, he scrolled to the first one and he didn't mean to look at your breast, but he didn't and then getos note came into mind again, damn geto, could his hands fit over your boobs? he had to do something about his problem. with his phone in one hand and his other snaking down to pull down his sweatpants, his dick was already leaked with precut ever since he found your account.

he used his thumb to spread the precut around tip to down to the base then back up. his mind was racing and imagining how would you play with his cock. would you make him beg for it? edge him over and over again until there's tears pooling in his eyes? or maybe you would make his sit on his knees like how are in that first pic and make him eat you out without any hands as you play with his cock and just use him as you please. all these fantasies has made his hand speed up and his groans louder now becoming words as he gets lost into wanting you so badly. “f-fuck..wanna cum inside you, baby.” he threw his head back and soon dropped his phone not even caring if it broke. his other hand ran through his hair then moved it down to his chest where he played with his nipples over his shirt, he's never masterbaited like this before, never with this much emotion. 

he was so close, pants and boxers by his ankles and the ends of his shirt caught in between his teeth. he wasn't taking it slow anymore, he just wanted to cum and the shlick slapping noises have just gotten wetter and almost heavier. he was pinching and pulling on his nipples now, they're both red and swollen, but it only adds to his pleasure. his face was red with blush and sweat built up on his forehead while moaning and whimpering your name over and over again like a prayer. would you moan his name like this? imagine you getting lost into so much pleasure where your toes are curled and eyes are crossed and screaming his name with moans followed right after, oh to make you feel that good. it got him painting his hand white and your name on his tongue. he felt his breath staggering back to normal as he cleaned up and when he completely snapped back into reality he wondered how was he supposed to face you.

its been 2 weeks, 5 days, 6 hours, and 27 minutes since gojo spoke to you. of course you've tried to say something to him, but he gets all flustered and leave or ignore you if he must. its really throwing you off so you text him. “hey gojo! could u come over and help me over this unit, but if ur busy that's ok, i don't wanna bother u. just lmk! <3” and sent, you hope your words can convince him to stop whatever phase he is in to talk to you.

gojo is sitting on his bed with his glasses off and hands on his face. what was he supposed to do? you sounded so distressed and he wants to help you, he truly does, but how can he face you when he's done something so lewd. ok fuck it, he has a plan he’ll result to pointing and yes and nos that's easy enough. he grabbed his textbooks and shoved them in his bag and rushed out the door and storming over to your room.

around 20 minutes later he's appeared in front of your door with three quick and panicked knocks. when you open the door you can see his face flushed with red from speed walking his way here and his breath is heavy. you say something first “i didn't know you were coming, i would've changed.” you joked, maybe lighting the mood would make him feel better, but all he did was scan you from your brown slippers to your biker shorts and at your black bra and he gulped “would you like to come in?” you asked him and he nodded. 

this was getting quite annoying. you didn't really need to study since you were pretty smart anyway, but your love for gojo hasn't left at all, you still find him the sweetest guy ever and really adorable and you thought inviting him over would settle things, but the tension only grew. until you stood up and asserted your dominance. 

“okay satoru, i don't know what's been going on with you or why you won't talk to me at all, but if i did something im sorry and if i didn't then what the fuck! i feel like im putting all this effort to be with you and you all of sudden don't give a shit about me!” you shouted almost on the verge of tears. it wasn't your first round of rejection, but to be ignored and humiliated like this was a first and you hated it and felt strong urges to just punch his face if he continued to portray this silent treatment. 

“i..i uh” he stutters, god you can feel tears dripping down your face. “do you hate me or something?!” you asked, not even caring if the neighbors next door are listening in. “no! i don't, its just..i really like you and i don't want be a loser in front of you and i was stalked your instagram and ended up jerking off to one of your photos and im sorry!” he confessed with a panicked expression. why did he admit that? his confession was also lame as fuck? was he in middle school? gojo felt so light headed suddenly and closed his eyes shut and braced himself for a punch anywhere on his body and he held his face. 

he's never felt such way for someone before and this time it was his fault that they were gonna walk away. he hates himself so much right now and wishes he wasn't some weird loser kid and wishes he was someone more popular, more social, more like geto. 

when he peered through his fingers he saw your face and you were..laughing? why? he just told you the most shameful things he's done in his life and you laugh. “sorry sorry, you know because its you i don't mind.” you blush a little while wiping your tears. “and i like you too if you couldn't tell..” you mumbled, finally gaining eye contact with him. he's looking down and playing with his fingers, he's confessed to girls before, but for someone else to want him first. it makes his self confidence sky rocket honestly.

“im still sorry for what i did, but can i ask you for something?” he asked, you nodded slowly, truly having no idea on what it is, “can i kiss you?” he asked shyly and you didn't even responded, you couldn't tell what was moving faster, your mind racing a million times per hour or feet rushing to put your lips on his. it was nowhere close to shy or calm. it was kiss full of madness, want, lust, and love. with noses colliding teeth clashing with one another, and tongues only making the kiss less collective and messy. 

you grabbed his hand and led him into your bedroom without breaking off the kiss, you locked the doors and turned off the lights only leaving your little yellow lamp on your table as a light source. “off. i wanna see you.” he said his voice hoarse from being breathless while trying to rush you, you worked as quick as you could only for satoru to help you as you shoved your pants off he got your top and latched his mouth onto one of perky nips and playing with the other, he closed his eyes and moaned loudly without any shame which caused vibrations through your body adding to the pleasure. “satoru, baby lemme make you feel good too, please.” you moaned softly while trying to get his pants off, anything to return this favor of lust, he pulled off for a split second just to take his shirt off and as soon as that was off he continued ti mark your body with big red splotches that will soon turn people in due time and all over your neck and finally his pants came out and before you could make a move on him, he grabbed your hands

“show me. right now how you play with yourself. put a show on come on.” he encouraged, letting your hands go then peeling off his boxers, slowly moving his wrists up and down his leaking dick. while watching him it felt like your mind was on autopilot, you slipped off your panties and gathered some wetness that has been developed from the kissing and such. you didn't care that you making a mess everywhere, spreading your juices all over your already drenched until you stick a finger in, moaning so light almost with a relief cause the sensation was just so good. then another one, but it wasn't enough your fingers couldn't reach into the deep spots your toys usually could, but why do you need it when you have one right in front of you. with his mouth agape and his abdomen flexing and a flush covering his entire body, to the tip of his cock to the blades of his shoulder. “t-toru s’not enough. want your dick now.” you whined, wording slurring as your brain turned into mush. 

his eyes traveled down to your messy cunt and there was a faint smirk on his face. “oh needy little thing, you want me to help you out, sweetheart. you gotta open those cute legs of yours further then.” he said letting go of his crimsoned tip cock and taking the fingers that were in your pussy to spread them farther and when he saw the sight, he felt the wind knocked out of his chest. all he could do was stare. “stop looking, ‘s embarrassing” you mumbled looking away, honestly the fire in the bottom of your stomach only grew as he continued to play with your pretty little pussy.

he moved your fingers away as he plunged his own right in without an ounce of hesitation. he wasn't being gentle at in nor nice. he wasn't your toy, you were his and he loved it like that. “ill look if i wanna, ‘s mine now isn't it? tell me, pretty girl, who's your cute lil pussy gushing all over for?” he was merciless and he didn't hold back, not at all. “you! satoru! its yours, ‘m all yours, please wanna cum!” you were so close, moans only got louder and higher in octaves at that point, “’s lucky you're so cute, cum for me, baby.” he says leaning in to kiss you and your swollen lips from deep heavy kisses and from biting on it to keep quiet, though it didn't work in the slightest. he moved his head down back to your neck, he loves this taste of you and he’ll never ever get enough.

with your hands in his hair and a slight tug, you came and it completely drenched the sheets and almost the entirely of his hand, as your brain became cleared of fog and passion you rested your weight on satoru only for him to push you down and get on top of you and the feel of his tip kissing your clit, teasing your already worn out cunt. 

“you thought we we’re done? nah baby ive gotta taste more of your love.” 

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