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kookieskookiejar · 8 months

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Alpha! Jeongguk x Omega! Reader

This is a part two of Don't Blame Me, but can be read as a standalone as well :))

Synopsis:

It's been two years since you've moved in with Jeongguk, and since then, the global tour your dance academy was on has since ended long ago, allowing you to have more time to spend with your boyfriend. However, Jeongguk still feels like the two of you have been going around in circles in terms of where your relationship is at. Should Jeongguk make a move to ask you about it? Or is he just being worried for no reason and should just let the relationship grow at its own pace?

Warnings: unprotected s*x, upcoming rut mating, marking, knotting, bre*ding k*nk, really fluffy.

A/N: sorry this took soooo long, mental health has not been looking good lately so...yeah, I hope you guys like this!

Everyday Jeongguk wakes up feeling like the luckiest man in the universe, he can’t believe it’s been two years since you’ve moved in with him.

Your job hasn’t gotten any less busy, and Jeongguk respects that, he’s gotten busier lately too, and recently he just wrapped up a long term project, and now they’re out to celebrate with his friends, and that consists of you, his sister, Jihyo, his Namjoon hyung, and his girlfriend of two years now, yes, the resident third wheeler of the friend group is finally dating, Jihyo’s still doesn’t want to settle down yet, and that’s perfectly fine, in Jeongguk’s opinion, she needs some growing up to do before she sends someone to therapy.

To put things in perspective, he feels like everyone around him, other than his sister, have started the next chapter of their lives, okay maybe that’s a stretch, he’s just feeling a bit stagnant with you after hearing Namjoon talk about how he and his girlfriend are planning on getting a matching couple tattoo after sealing their mating mark.

Is it considered quick to seal the mating mark after two years? Maybe, but they are planning to get married next year, so it wasn’t a hasty decision, Jihyo even chastised them for making the decision only after two years, to which she deemed, too impulsive, so maybe two years is seen as hasty in this time and age, but that doesn’t make Jeongguk feel all that much better about the pace between you and him, not that he’d ever voice that out, he knows you want to take things slowly, you’ve always been a build the foundation type of person.

However, you and Jeongguk have been dating for four years now, and you haven’t brought up about the mating marks before, you did talk about it briefly, but it wasn’t even a serious conversation, although you sounded very much sincere.

So now Jeongguk’s sulking in the pub where all his friends are laughing about something they’re reading on Jihyo’s phone, absently, a pout is on his lips, and his hyung notices it immediately, snapping Jeongguk’s attention away from staring at the rustic decor of the pub.

“Hey, you’re tired, aren’t you? You haven’t been talking all that much tonight,” Namjoon points out, his brows furrowed, he’s always seen Jeongguk as his little brother, brothers from a different mother.

“Nah, I’m okay, I was just spacing out,” Jeongguk dismisses, finishing his drink.

“We can leave if you want,” you say, immediately, preparing to get up from your seat, grabbing your purse.

“Yah, he said he’s gonna buy us drinks with his bonus, don’t you try skimming out on us,” Jihyo complains, arms crossed.

“He’s tired, Jihyo ah, I’ll buy you drinks next time okay,” you promise with that sweet voice you use to get things out of both the siblings, something that Jeongguk can never say no to, to which his sister sighs, nodding begrudgingly.

“Be grateful she loves you, can’t believe my brother stole my best friend,” she says, obviously joking, and Jeongguk nods absentmindedly, letting you lead him out of the pub.

Jeongguk heads home to sleep off the fatigue, but it was probably due to his bad mood and the alcohol that made him sleepy.

When Jeongguk woke up the next morning, he was feeling hot, but it wasn’t out of the ordinary to him, it is summer after all, but what had him questioning was the fact that you were cooking breakfast in the kitchen instead of going for your morning run with Jihyo.

Jeongguk clambers out of bed, messy hair and everything, hurrying to wash up, eager to have your cooking as breakfast.

“Hey. you’re up earlier than expected,” you joke when Jeongguk wraps his arms around your waist, his nose buried in your neck, lips almost slobbering near where your mating mark should be.

“It’s 9.30, of course I’m up,” Jeongguk says with a whiny voice, you just love to tease him, says that he sounds and looks cute when you do, so he indulges you.

“I don’t know, I thought you’d be more tired when you’re near your rut.”

Jeongguk freezes up at your comment, he was so busy that he hadn’t even noticed his scent had some minor changes over time, and he doused himself in cologne last night, craving for the scent of fresh laundry over his natural scent, so that’s probably why his friends hadn’t noticed.

“I didn’t want to tell you because I know you’d tell me to sleepover at Jihyo’s,” you say, turning around to run your hands over Jeongguk’s arms comfortingly, the act so sweet, but it instantly has Jeongguk hard.

“But, we, what if I accidentally mark you? What if your heat gets triggered? Then we’d have to-

“Hey, I’m ready, and I’m ready to have our mating marks now, I think it’s time, if you think you’re ready,” you reassured, you know he’s wanted this for quite some time now, but you were nervous, it isn’t an easy decision, choosing to be connected to someone in the closest way possible.

“But you’ll go into heat a bit later, don’t you have any performances lined up?” Jeongguk asked, eyes darting to every corner of your face to make sure you weren’t doing this out of obligation.

“I called out of work once I realised you were going into rut, and I’m really ready, Jeongguk, unless you’re not,” you look at him quizzically, but both of you know there’s no malice behind your tone, and the slight bossiness of your tone is certainly waking him up in more ways than one.

“How long till the brownies are done?” Jeongguk asked with a fluttering heart, he loves your brownies, and making it for breakfast is weird, but you love how weird he is, and you actively indulge in his quirkiness.

“About 20 minutes, think you could make me cum before they’re done?” you ask with a challenging tone, quickly taking off your apron.

“You bet,” Jeongguk says before he wraps his arms around your thighs, carrying you back to the bedroom where he emerged from not too long ago.

Jeongguk throws you on the bed lightly, getting a giggle out of you at the bounciness of the bed.

“Let’s see if you’ll be laughing in a bit, baby,” Jeongguk teases before he captures your lips with his, his lips still taste minty fresh from brushing his teeth.

Jeongguk breaks off the kiss to take off his shirt, his abs looking like they’re sculpted by greek gods under the morning rays.

Jeongguk manhandles you onto his thighs, he’s not a horny teenage alpha who can’t control his urges, but he just enjoys the process of having your cute butt grinding on his clothed cock.

You got the message quickly, rotating your hips in circular motions, arousal dampening Jeongguk’s sweatpants once his length starts to grow under your ministrations, getting turned on by the fact that you’re the only one with this sort of power over him.

“I need you fuck me, Jeongguk, 20 minutes, remember?” you remind him after having caught a whiff of the scent of chocolate mixing with your scents.

“Yeah, sure, baby,” Jeongguk promises, tugging your shirt up to reveal your bare breasts, your nipples pebbling up from the cool air of your shared bedroom, the AC still lingering in the air after you turned it off before leaving the room, catching the attention of your boyfriend, who quickly envelopes the closest nipple he could get to, sucking diligently, his other hand occupying your other boob, twisting, sucking, and licking, your back arching off into his hold, his free hand’s fingers dipping into the curve of your back, he tightens his hold on you before he ceases all actions.

“Present yourself, baby,” Jeongguk says, his voice dropping into a lower octave, his eyes flashing red, he’s not using his alpha voice, Jeongguk would rather chop off his dick than force you into having sex with him, he just knows you get your panties drenched whenever you hear his ‘sexy voice’, as you often call it, which is why you’re quick to get into position, hands and knees on the bed with your ass perched high for Jeongguk’s taking.

Jeongguk mutters curses under his breath at the sight of you, your pretty pussy shining with arousal that flows down to your smooth thighs, Jeongguk is definitely a lucky man.

When he starts dipping his fingers into your core, you whine.

“Just put it in, Guk, I’m ready,” you complain with a whine as you wiggle your butt enticingly, and it worked like magic, his hands smacking one of your cheeks, that recoil is going to kill him.

Then you feel it, the blunt tip finally breaching your walls, if your heat hasn’t started, it definitely has, with the way you get wetter with every inch Jeongguk feeds you, your omega accommodating to your alpha naturally.

When Jeongguk finally sinks his entire length into you, your toes curl at the feeling of being full.

“Can I move, baby?” Jeongguk asks, he knows the two of you are in a time crunch, but he’d rather let his favourite dessert burn than hurt you in any way.

“Yeah you can move,” you say breathlessly, Jeongguk steals your breath away at any situation, whether it’s because he’s fresh out of the shower, dressed up for a date, or merely cooking, he looks flawless executing what he does, especially in bed.

Jeongguk starts off with shallow thrusts, biting on his lower lip at the way your walls hug him right back deeper at every movement.

When Jeongguk feels your walls finally accommodating his size, he increases the pace of his thrusts, groaning when he feels you clenching onto his length when he finally hits that sweet spot that has you whining and body coursing in pleasurable ecstasy, your back arching into his touch, the sight of your round ass catching his attention, smacking your ass, hands grasping for a bit before he lets go, choosing to make his way to your pretty little clit.

Jeongguk knows you’re close, it’s written in the way you’re gripping him in an almost death grip.

“Cum for me, baby, need you to drench this cock so I can pop my knot inside you, fill you up with pups,” Jeongguk says with a groan by your ear before he feels his knot swelling, the added girth pushes you over the edge, your body spasming as you feel your breath being knocked out of you.

Soon after, Jeongguk’s knot starts to deflate, gushes of cum spilling into your womb, and that feeling kick starts this carnal need inside you.

“Need you to mark me, Guk, I’m ready, ready to be your mate,” you confess, still clenching onto him.

Jeongguk halts his movements, but the jerk of his cock gives him away.

“Please, your omega needs you,” you plead, stretching your neck to reveal the tempting expanse of your neck.

“Baby, we should talk about this-

“No, please, I’ve thought about this for a long time now, I’m ready,” you reassured.

“O-okay,” Jeongguk finally agrees, his alpha growling in agreement.

Jeongguk continues on with shallow thrusts while he rubs your clit in quick circles when he finally bites down on your neck, sealing the two of you together, and you would’ve never imagined this feeling.

The feeling of a weight lifted off, your omega that used to feel so restless, now being a part of you and your alpha.

Jeongguk quickly laps up the wound, easing the healing process before he pulls you sideways, wrapping his arms around your figure.

You curl up next to him seamlessly, sighing in contentment.

“When we’re done eating the brownies and your heat strikes again, you have to promise to give me my mating mark too,” Jeongguk says with a slight whine to his voice, the alpha image dissolving right before your eyes.

You weren’t surprised he asked for his own mating mark, the last time you guys discussed about mating marks, he had insisted on you marking him.

“I promise, now hurry up and deflate your knot or my brownies are really going to burn,” you say with a huff.

“Hush, there’s still 9 minutes left, we can just waddle to the oven together,” Jeongguk teases, which earns him a playful slap on his butt that’s conveniently within reach.

You definitely won’t regret being Jeongguk’s mate.

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multifandomlover01 · 4 months

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Making Spencer jut just the tip of his cock in and out of your hole to see how much self restraint he has. Spoiler alert: not a lot.

WC: ~1.9k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI sub!spencer, (mean but also soft?)dom!reader, mean!dom!reader (there's some aftercare, though), soft!dom!reader, mommy/daddy/boss kink (tried to make it gender neutral for some reason), safe word mentioned/used (and respected), penetrative sex, cumming inside either pussy or asshole, no contraceptive or contraception (birth control or plan b pill) mentioned, implied no condom, Spencer being a whore

Gif cred: daily-cm

“I-I can’t. [M-Mommy/D-Daddy/B-Boss], please. I need…I need more.” He gasps out.

“Just the tip, baby, remember?” You remind him softly.

“I remember but…I need to be inside of you…fully. Please!” His face is red and his cheeks are tear stained.

“No, baby. Just the tip.” You reiterated, tone still gentle.

He continued to jut his tip in and out of your hole. He desperately needed to push further into you but he knew he’d be punished if he disobeyed. He whimpers as his sensitive tip keeps getting swallowed up by your hole.

He makes the mistake of looking down at his cock head getting engulfed by your hole. He whimpers more as he juts in and out, his hands behind his back just as you had instructed.

“You’re being such a good boy for me, Spence. I’m so proud of you.”

“‘M gonna cum soon.” He whispers. It’s a statement, a warning.

“Not until I say so, understand?”

He whines.

“Understand?” You ask again, louder, harsher finally.

“Y-yes! I understand!” He rushes out.

“Good boy. Continue just like that. You’re doing well. Keep going. Look at me, baby. Don’t look down. You’re not helping yourself like that, I can tell.”

He obeys and looks up at you. But he isn’t so sure this is any better. Your eyes are piercing into his soul. He doesn’t know what is going to make him cum quicker: looking into your eyes or looking down at his cock head going in and out of your wet hole.

But he continues as instructed, jutting his cock head in and out. It’s torture. It’s agony. He longs to push in further and have his cock be completely enveloped by your heat. His tip is red and angry and leaky. He needs release. He needs to cum but he isn’t allowed to until you tell him he can.

He knows you like it when he takes things like a good boy and doesn’t complain. You’d made it clear you wanted him not to beg. He’d been begging you a lot about a lot of things lately and you’d gotten a little tired of it. He pleads with his eyes instead for you to allow him to cum. He’s been told he’s very good at the sad puppy dog eyes.

“Don’t give me that look.” You groan. “You’re not in control here. I am. Now stop it.”

He pouts but forces his face into a more neutral expression as he keeps rutting in and out shallowly. He can’t understand how you have so much self control. He can’t understand how your legs aren’t wrapping around him and pulling him deeper into you. He can’t stand not being fully inside you and he can’t understand how you can stand it.

He starts to become overwhelmed with the feeling of his tip in your warmth. He doesn’t know how much longer he can last before the urge to push further into you overcomes his logic and submission. Tears start to form in his eyes as he keeps going like the good boy he is. He aims to please.

“[Mommy/Daddy/Boss], please,” he whispers softly, “I can’t…I can’t take much more of this. I need to cum. Please let me cum.”

“What did I say about the begging?” You ask, annoyed, almost bored as he continues. How can you be bored? He thinks. How?

He whimpers slightly. “T-to not do it.”

“That’s right. You’re just supposed to keep going until I tell you otherwise. You’re supposed to take what I let you have like a good boy without any complaints. But…It sounds like you’re being a bad little boy and complaining. And bad little boys get punished.”

“N-no! Please! I’m sorry! Don’t pun-ah!” He gasps as you deliver a smack to his bum. He was so overwhelmed and distracted by the feeling of his rutting and the thought of not wanting to be punished that he’d neglected to notice you propping yourself up on your elbows and leaning forward so you could get at an angle to hit his ass.

He immediately goes quiet. This makes you smile and caress his hipbone as you lay back down. "Good boy. Keep going."

"Yes, [Mommy/Daddy/Boss]." He keeps jutting his tip in and out of your hole. He looks at you. Your eyes still cut through to his soul.

"We wouldn't want a punishment, would we?" You have a small smile on your face as if you’d enjoy punishing him. Spencer knows this isn’t the case, though. He knows it should be very easy to just do what you ask. After all, it wasn’t as if it was complicated or unreasonable (at least in theory). You shouldn’t have to punish him. You truly don’t want to. But he’s definitely struggling a bit.

"No, [Mommy/Daddy/Boss]." He murmurs.

"Good. Don't make me remind you again what you're supposed to be doing. I know you get dumb, even with just your tip inside of me, but the least you could do is remember simple instructions."

Not wanting to make you repeat yourself because he knows he's put you through enough, he tries his best to do as you've asked. But he's still slowly losing control of himself just going in and out like this so shallowly. He wonders if you are aware of how torturous this is for him. But you didn't want him to beg. You just wanted him to continue as he was. So he did. But his face was flushed and sweaty. His hair stuck to his forehead. His arms were sore from having to be kept behind him. His thighs were sore from the position he was in to rut.

He just wanted to collapse on top of you and pathetically piston his hips into yours for the few seconds it would take for him to cum from that but of course he can't do that because then he'd be in trouble and you'd overstimulate him. He was so desperate to cum, wasn't he? So then he's going to cum...and cum...and cum...until you say he can stop because he'd disobeyed you and came without permission, not only that but from doing something you also hadn't told him to do.

But he can’t cum like this. He needs more. He needs his cock to be completely enveloped by your warmth. He can’t until you say so anyway and he’s afraid he won’t be able to when you tell him to.

“How you holding up, baby?” You ask after another minute or so as you look at him, your eyes softer than before.

“‘M doin’ good, [ma’am/miss/sir/chief].” He pants.

“Really? Are you?” You ask, skeptical. There’s no hiding the physical manifestations of his struggle. His face is red and sweaty still and his hair still sticks to his face. His breathing is quicker and you swear you could tell his pulse rate just from watching his pulse point on his neck.

He looks at your soul piercing gaze. It’s no longer angry or upset. It’s concerned. And he breaks. Tears spill as quickly as they form. He shakes his head.

“Uh uh. I need…I need more. I’m so sorry. I know I’m not supposed to beg but I can’t do this.” He rushes out.

“You tapping out? Safe wording?” You ask, very much in caring mode right now.

He looks at you and clearly sees this. He thinks for a second. He nods.

“You need to say it, hon.” You say, very adamant about verbal consent. “I need to hear it.”

“Sand. I want out.” He says with conviction as he looks you straight in the eyes.

“Ok. In or out, sweetie, which way?”

“In, please. I need to cum so bad.” He whimpers.

“Ok, Spence, go ahead and push in.” You smile and nod reassuringly.

He slowly pushes his cock into your wet hole and a long drawn out moan escapes him as he is engulfed in your warmth.

“You can move your arms and hands too, love.”

He is completely engrossed in the feeling of being inside you fully that he totally forgot how sore his arms were from holding his hands behind his back. He repositioned himself and fell onto his elbows, they are on either side of you. His face is very close to yours now.

“I’m so sorry.” He murmurs.

“It’s ok, dove, no need to apologize. I understand. Go ahead and move if you need to.” You whisper as you bring a hand up to cup his face and caress his cheek.

He smiles and nods and begins to move his hips, moving in and out of you slowly, his mouth falling open.

“That feel good, baby?”

He nods. “Mhm. So good. Can I go faster, please?”

“Yes. You can go faster.”

And so he moves faster just like he’d wanted to for at least ten minutes now. Even though his body is sore, he somehow finds the strength to move his hips against yours. He buries his face in your neck as he ruts into your hole deeper. He murmurs things like "I love you", "so good", and "'m close" against your neck.

"Gonna cum for me, love?" You ask as you hold him to you as he lays on top of you.

"Mhm...wanna cum...please let me cum." He whimpers against your neck as he presses his lips to it.

"Alright, sweetie, be a good boy and cum for me."

His hips stutter as he fucks deep into your hole. He moans like the whore he is as he empties his balls inside of you and chokes out your name in sob.

"Shh, shh...it's alright, hon. I'm here. You're ok." You soothe him, caressing his back as he presses himself further into you, squishing you a bit with his weight but he's exhausted so you let him. He actually seems to fall asleep against you and you don't have the heart to move him immediately but you really need to use the restroom. You gently roll him over onto his back next to you, his cock slipping out of your hole.

He tries to grab at you and pull you against him as you go to sit p before standing and going to use the restroom but you swat his hands away lightly with the promise that you'll be back soon. He murmurs something incoherent. You use the restroom and clean up before coming back. You'd brought a washcloth with you to clean him up too and cool him down. He grabs your waist and pulls you to him, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling your neck.

"I love you." He murmurs against your neck.

"I love you too, Spence. You doin' ok?"

"Mhm...'M ok...jus' sleepy now."

"Alright, sweetie, just rest, ok?"

He doesn't respond as he grips you tighter and presses further into your neck before his grip loosens and his head falls back a bit. You feel his heart rate and breathing slow and even out and hear his soft snores and know that he's fallen into a deep sleep. You soon drift off to sleep as well, both feeling safe in each other's arms. You'd have to make sure to give him some extra morning kisses to reward him for trusting you enough to safe word. Even if he was a bit of a needy boy, he'd certainly tried his best to be your good boy.

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roseychains · 20 days

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sorry for being a little shit and asking so much (I asked twice 🏳️🏳️) but do u PERHAPS write like, idk maybe sorta fluff?? but not hardcore fluff. something in me just wants to see brother!sukuna x sister!reader but not smut or anything. ^_^

also, I’m not anonymous so I don’t rlly need a sign off but it’ll still be 🫧🕊️ bc I’m greedy. please and ty in advance! Ik writing can be tiring and so can getting tons of requests :’)

Brother Sukuna

A/n: so it’s obi gonna be out of character cuz sukuna but more so it’s gonna probably be atleast a little unrealistic bc I have a twin brother, who is anything but sukuna-like.(for reference, he’s a big shot in our schools band, the only one who made state and lowkey a nerd) I’ll try my best tho lol

C/w: NOT A SHIP. PURELY PLATONIC. mentions of bullying, as well as assault. (Neither done by Sukuna).

First and foremost, protective but not in the way you’d expect. If you ever come to him complaining about people bullying you he’d probably brush it off and tell you to not concern yourself with others opinions, but then the next day those same bully’s were beaten into a pulp

An actual menace. A prankster if you will. Bluring the line between playful and hands down annoying. Take for example, drinking your drinks you put in the fridge to get cold, eating snacks you bought for yourself(he’s a fatass), NEVER PUTS THE TOILET SEAT DOWN, blasts music when your trying to sleep, takes controllers from you when he needs them, at anytime without asking permission, the list goes on.

But he does have equal amount good quality’s as he does bad ones. Despite his annoying habits, he makes up for it in other things. He drives you to places, anytime he’s bring home food he will get you something too(50/50 chance if he asked you or picks for you), and 11 out of 10 times sides with you in arguments you have with people. Additionally, he will also show up to any events you want him too, even if sometimes begrudgingly so. I can also imagine him getting pissed off if you try to compensate him for anything like gas or food, offended you think he’s poor

He gives me stoner vibes. So, as a sibling, he wouldn’t let you do anything till ur an adult and once u are he would only give u his stuff when your together and safe

At any point if you ever text him that your in trouble and need him to pick you up, he’s immediately on his way without a second thought. He might be a dick sometimes but he doesn’t play when it comes to your safety

Speaking of safety, if anyone victimizes you, more than just regular bullying I’m talking physical or sexual assault, he will do a whole lot more than just beat them up. Let’s just say he’s not afraid of being potentially jailed. Knowing the justice system, even if he did end up in jail he’d probably have a not terrible time, seeing as people who killed/severely ingured an assaulter are often respected

As children, when you would roughhouse he would find himself holding back and letting you win. As much as he likes to antagonize you he won’t ever hurt you

In summary, he’s genuinely very caring but never shows it. It kills his tough guy personality but deep down he does care for you deeply

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk fluff #sukuna fluff #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #jujutsu kaisen ryomen #jjk ryomen #jujutsu ryomen #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x reader #ryomen x reader

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slash-me-please · 6 months

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I am sure your tired of writing for Amanda by now but your the only person I could find that’s willing to write for her and is actually good at it 😭 spare me i’m desperate and don’t know how too request but could you do a imagine with Dom!Amanda and shes really protective over reader to the point where it’s kind of toxic, she finds out who readers shitty ex girlfriend is and does anything and everything to show the said ex that reader is hers now like: showing up at her place of work with reader, making out in front of her, really touchy, whispering dirty stuff so the ex can hear, etc. Just some examples. You can pick whether reader is fem or gender neutral it doesn’t matter to me :)

On another note: Thank you for your service🫡 I love your writing so much.

you said dom!Amanda therefore you are getting smut i am so sorry to force this on you. :) not really love u.

A/N: Sorry about the wait!! I got caught up on bills today and have been working full time and also doing schoolwork. Luckily I paid my rent + electric so i have some free time!!!

Warnings: Revenge sex trope, voyeurism/exhibitionism, bondage/shibari, fighting, jealousy, dub!con, reader being an absolute asshole, murder, use of vibrator.

Pressing your fingers against the loose fabric of a dress, your lips held in a thin line. The needle pressed through the fabric, and back again. You were focused on your work, a nice sheer fabric for a nightdress you had been working on for a while. You were a tailor for a small business which made custom handmade dresses, one of the best tailors of the six of you.

The office you worked at was small, just like the business. The six of you crowded into a medium sized room. Your boss had created you a small section to yourself, as she insisted on making you employee of the month. So you pressed your hands against the fabric, the slow push and pull of your hands against the machine kept you in a trance. You had loved your job once, and while you enjoyed what you did- there was one downside.

Her. The problem. The reason you got into fights with your girlfriend every night this week.

As you pieced together your nightdress, across from you your ex watched- eyes wide and focused on your hands. You wanted to say something, you wanted to complain. Anything. But you never did, instead opting to do your job.

"L/N!" You flinched, hand jerking forward and pinching your finger in the machine. You yelped, pulling backwards and cradling your finger against your chest. "Look what you did!" The familiar voice of your lover rang through your ears, and you felt yourself turning to look. She was barreling towards you, eyes focused on your boss, who had yelled your last name. She seemed angry, reaching foward to hold you against her stomach.

Amanda placed a brown paper bag on your table, freeing her hands to examine your finger under her "Professional" gaze. She seemed almost content for a moment, eyes narrowed in on yours. "It's just a nick, but i'll fucking murder that ratty-bastard if you want." Your head shook back and forth, eyes widened with shock. "I'm not sure that's necessary!" You whispered, turning away from her to move back to your dress. "What are you doing here Amanda?" She sighed, the back of her hand hitting the paper bag. "I brought you lunch,"

"I might be too busy eating out Jenny to get to that, sorry." You snapped, turning your head away from her. "Fucking look at her, she's fucking you with her eyes. I don't know why you're acting like you can't see that." Amanda snapped back, her arms crossing against her chest. "It doesn't matter what she thinks about me. I told you I only want you! Why does it matter if she's looking at me?" Amanda released a sigh again. "It's about respect, I don't understand why you allow her to do that." You felt your face begin to heat up, beyond aggravated with the entire situation. "She's just not even worth the fucking air! I'm sorry you're too insecure to let it go!"

You only began to feel bad when her face fell and she turned on her heel and out towards the parking lot, but you didn't dare follow her.

You can end here, or read this fucked up smut.

Vision static and dizzy, you wobbled in the chair you were tied to. The last thing you remember was getting home and your lover reaching her hand around your mouth and nose to suffocate you with a damp rag. Your throat felt dry and sore, as if you'd been yelling but you knew that you hadn't. Amanda got like this sometimes, but you knew this time was your fault.

It looked like you were in an abandoned garage, the lights were cool and flickering. You were propped on a chair, both legs tied with a spiral futomomo tie and kept apart with a spreader. You were entirely naked, and bare to the garage.

And your ex.

There sat Jenny, her eyes wide as she stared at your bare form with an underlying lust beneath that fear. Her mouth was ducktaped shut and she was chained to the chair by her ankles and wrists. You squirmed beneath her gaze, whining out for Amanda. A few moments later she made her entrance, yanking off the worn pigs mask. She glared at you with an anger you'd only seen a few times. Goosebumps erupted onto your skin.

"I'm sorry, can you let me out?" You plead, and she frowns. "Don't act like you don't deserve what you're going to get."

She made her way behind you, and you heard her shuffling a few items around. You thought for a moment that maybe she had a table back behind you, but she left you no time to dwell when you felt a cold hand grasp your shoulder.

"Tell me, Love." Amanda took a deep, shuddering breath. "Do you like her eyes on you?" You whined, head craning back to look at her and deny the accusation. "I only want you baby, I promised!" Your pleading did not phase her, she only reached into your hair and yanked your head forward. Your eyes made contact with Jenny's and she watched as Amanda's hand flicked on a vibrator and licked it.

"I want you to watch, let me show you what's fucking mine."

And with those words, she hunched over you and placed the vibrator over your clit. Your head threw back, and you yelped. "Goddammit!" Your legs shuddered against your restraints, pulling against them with a pain. "Please!" Amanda laughed, her eyes trained downwards as she watched your sex shudder against the silicone head of her vibrator. "Good girl..." She whispered into your cheek, placing a cruel kiss on your skin. Your voice wobbled, back arching as you pressed yourself impossibly closer to the source of your pleasure.

Across from you, Jenny watched, cheeks flushed and eyes dilated. Her legs rubbed together as she watched Amanda rub the toy against your clit. She treated you generously, her other hand snaking down to your throat to give it a squeeze as she upped the setting on her toy. You keened loudly, hands balling into fists as you chanted her name.

"You like this? All I had to do was force you to show her who you belonged to?" She sneered, pushing the vibrator lower. She let it sink into your hole, and she began to lightly thrust it inside of you. "God!" You cried, mouth hanging open as your climax ran up to you. "I'm so close!"

Amanda snickered, glancing up to watch Jenny stare between your legs.

Her mouth twisted into something angry, her other hand reaching down to rub your clit in circles. You flailed against her ministrations, mouth open in a wail which could not be contained. Finally, you came against her hands, legs quivering as you soaked her hands and the toy, the rest of your cum wetting the concrete floor beneath you. With that, she flicked the vibrator off and placed it back on the table, grabbing something sharper.

"Did you enjoy the show, Jenny?" You heard her breathe. You heard her walk back behind you, her hand yanking your head backwards. "Love you..." You gasped, picking your head up to give her a kiss. She nodded, fingers releasing your hair. That is when she walked past you, flipping a hunting knife around in her hand. "It'll be the last one you'll ever see."

Jenny began to push against her restraints, shaking her head no and yelling pleas. None of which appealed to Amanda, instead the smooth twist of her wrist pushing the blade into her abdomen and then actively gutting her appealed way more.

You watched the life leave her eyes and you sighed, making eye contact with Amanda and biting your lip.

"Are you done?"

She dropped to her knees, crawling forward to attach her lips to your cunt.

#Amanda Young x reader #Amanda Young x reader smut #Saw x reader smut #slasher x reader #slasher x reader smut #saw x reader #smut

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tgmsunmontue · 26 days

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More than movie magic... 9/?

Hangster AU. Explicit (eventually). Jake is a Hollywood actor and Bradley is a stunt coordinator. Jake's about to make a few self-discoveries. So is Bradley.

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT

The reading had gone well, costuming have them all sorted with their respective racks of clothes and they’ve covered the schedule for filming. His first day is officially over, however if he doesn’t eat dinner with his parents there will be hell to pay, so he’s here instead of with the rest of the cast and crew. He’s glad his nieces and nephews are small, otherwise this would be a whole family affair and he knows that’s on the cards on Sunday for lunch.

“Jake, sit down and eat.”

“Sorry mom, I’m just…”

“Distracted. I’m aware. It’s not like you. What is it?”

“Uh,” he quickly shoves a piece of carrot in his mouth and hopes he can use the fact he’s chewing as an excuse to not answer.

“Oh, hesitation. Hesitation and misdirection. You don’t want to tell me. Is it a girl? Or a boy?”

“Man. It’s a man mom,” Jake mutters, because he’s in his early thirties, he’s not interested in boys or girls. Men and women are far better terms. His mom should know this, she’s the freaking English teacher. Not that he wants to be having this conversation with his mom regardless, but she’s like a shark scenting blood in the water, plus she’s one of his closest friends, and also doesn’t hold back when she thinks he’s being an idiot, which he needs sometimes. Maybe this is one of those times? He reaches for his glass of water.

“A man. Well, that doesn’t narrow it down, there’s quite a lot of them wondering around now. Hmm. Is it Bradley?”

Jake inhales his drink, coughs, wonders how the hell she’s just randomly guessed and he looks at her through watering eyes, still clearing his throat. Okay. This is definitely one of those times if she already knows. That’s mortifying, but at least he knows it’s just his mom and she knows him better than anyone.

“Oh it is! Oh good, I like him!”

“Mom!”

“What? You complained about him enough, I thought I’d form my own opinion. He’s nice and polite, has a good sense of humor, and can ride a horse. Much better than your last two…”

Jake pulls a face, because of course she hadn’t said anything at the time when he’d been with either Gabriel or Alicia, but afterwards she’d just told him someone better would come along. The fact that’s she already given Bradley her seal of approval doesn’t make him feel any better.

“I don’t even know if he’s single.”

“Oh, he is.”

“What?” Jake exclaims, because his tired brain is catching up and not only does his mom know Bradley, but it’s like she’s had multiple conversations with him.

“We talk. And I asked him dear. I’ve been feeding him up. He needs to eat more.”

“Oh my god, you’ve met him. You’ve talked to him,” Jake says, voice quiet with terrified realization. This is… not good.

“Every day since he arrived except one. But it’s okay, I sent your father with some cheese biscuits.”

“Fuck, dad’s met him?”

“Jake… he’s on your family ranch. He’s also met Freddie and Andy, and well… he’s been here for two weeks.”

“You haven’t had him here have you?” Jake asks, looking around at the embarrassing number of childhood shots of him and his siblings.

“Well, not for lack of trying. He keeps on turning my invitations down, saying he needs to work. Maybe you could invite him.”

“Mom…”

“Yes dear?”

“Can you just, uh, leave it for a couple of days at least?”

She looks at him then, slight frown on her face telling him that she’s considering listening to him and he’s grateful for small miracles.

“Oh Jake…”

“I know… I know okay? I just… he’s smart and clever and so good at everything he does.”

“You’re smart, clever and good at everything you do too honey.”

“You’re my mom, you’re meant to say that.”

“Well, I also thought your days being dumb over a boy, sorry, man, were behind you, so maybe not that clever.”

“Thanks mom,” Jake mutters, stabbing at the vegetables on his plate.

“Jake, have you considered that he’s intimidated by you?”

“Uh… I think the last thing Bradley is, is intimidated by me. He’s very used to telling me no.”

Actually that might be part of it, he’s so used to hearing Bradley tell him no he’s just assumed he’d hear it again if he did actually ask him out. He remembers Bradley meeting him, not being at all phased by Jake’s fame. And he knows most people are over it when they work in Hollywood, however there’s usually a little bit of something. All Bradley had seemed at the time was annoyed. He knows Bradley considered Pete Mitchell family, deals with Jake on a professional level because he’s nothing if not a consummate professional. Although he does seem to watch Jake, maybe as much as Jake watches him. Okay. Maybe he’s not got zero chances.

“Have you asked him out?”

“No.”

“Then I suggest you do. Not everyone else is going to make the first move for you honey. I’ll give you until Saturday.”

“Why? What’s happening Saturday?”

“Then I ask him out for you, like you’re four and I’m organizing a little playdate between you and a friend.”

“Mom! You wouldn’t…”

“Do you feel totally confident in that?”

He looks at her and he really doesn’t. She might be his biggest fan and supporter, but she’s also the first to bring him sharply back to earth if she thinks his head is getting too big. Or if he’s being stupid and going to miss out on something.

“Honey, you have a choice. Either face potential embarrassment of asking him and him maybe saying no. Or there will be the definitive and absolute embarrassment of me asking him, which I can assure you will be so much more humiliating for you on every level I can think of…”

Jake is getting traumatic flashbacks to his teen years; the time his mom danced in the grocery aisles to her favorite song, or when she screamed his name across the quad at school, telling him he forgot his lunch and then gave him a sparkly pink plastic lunchbox covered in Hello Kitty stickers while she was wearing a bathrobe (impressive and annoying considering she was a teacher and fully dressed under the bathrobe). God, he really cannot trust her not to go through with it.

PART TEN

#Hangster #Sereshaw #more than movie magic #Top Gun Maverick

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grimwolf · 3 months

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Only a Fool for Diggory.

genre : draco x reader

summary : y/n, a fourth year at hogwarts, catches cedric diggory’s eyes during the triwizard tournament. but that’s not the only one who has eyes for you. after several years of just being friends, draco malfoy sets out on a mission to find you and confess. except, you’re nowhere to be found and your friends are worried.

warnings : cursing, crying, mentions of s/a, blood, fighting

Y/n was friends with Draco for years. They’d met on the train to Hogwarts in her first year. She was one year younger than the pale boy and that was attracting for Draco Malfoy.

They’d go on for the next three years, being stuck together. Pansy was overzealous for awhile before finally letting go of her jealousy and welcoming Y/n as one of her own. Turns out, they had much more in common than they realized. Blaise enjoyed her company too, although he’d never admit it- he kind of liked Y/n. He wasn’t sure if it was simply platonic or something more, but his best friend loved her. That was something Draco and his posse kept to themselves.

He didn’t always know. It was summer break, before his fourth year, Y/n- her third. His family hosted their annual gala to raise money for some wizard charity. His father allowed him to invite a few friends of his, Y/n being that very few. Her parents came along as well, even though her family was half-blood.

Two hours into the gala, Draco and Y/n had snuck off into the Malfoy Manor Maze, just behind the gardens. It wasn’t until the pair had chased one another through the brush that Draco had seen her real beauty. Her laugh was like wind chimes, loud but graceful. Her smile, glistening like the midnight moon. Her eyes, oh her eyes, he couldn’t get over how they dazzled underneath the illuminated night sky. He could’ve sworn they were stars, blending into the indigo above them that night. He was in love and he didn’t have shame in the thought that she was half-blood.

So you could imagine the sheer chaos that ensued in the boys dormitory, their first night of their fifth year.

“Who does that himbo think he is!?” Draco sneered. Blaise, Theo and Lorenzo all sat in their respective chairs/cushions, snacking on something they snatched from Honeydukes earlier today.

“I don’t know man. Why don’t you go up to Y/n and found out from her what’s going on?” Theo exclaimed. Once again, the boys sat here in the dorm listening to Draco complain about his relationship problems. Except, Draco wasn’t in a relationship..

“I can’t, Y/n will see right through me. She’s so smart.” Draco looked off into the distance, imagining his admiree and her luscious locks.

“Mate, you need to work up the courage to just ask her already.” Blaise pitched.

“Yeah cause I’m tired of hearing about this.” Theo sighed, rubbing his temples.

Blaise lowers the book he was reading, “You never had problems with the other ones. Just act like she’s the same.”

Draco rolled his eyes as he walked to his bed and collapsed. “It’s not the same, you know that.” He mumbled through the pillow.

The whole reason they were here in the first place was because of you. Well- specifically you and Cedric Diggory, who was a whole seventh year. After the first dinner of the year, you bumped into the Hufflepuff. After many, “Sorry my bad, I’m clumsy” talk, he began flirting with you. It had gone on for a few days before finally coming to a close when you were asked by the brown haired man, to attend the Yule Ball as his date. It was an honor for you but for some bizarre reason, couldn’t say yes right away.

That’s what Draco didn’t know..

You were heading to bed when an envelope made of parchment, flew under your door. Pansy was still in the common room, probably making out with Theo. So it couldn’t be her. You reluctantly bent over and picked it up. The seal on the back was carved with an elegant “D”, surrounded by miscellaneous leaves and vines. It was a golden wax, yellow shimmers glistening under the candle flame in your room.

As you speculated who it was from, you were proved correct when the signature on the bottom was his. You had seen it before on another note he gave you in the Great Hall.

Dear Beautiful,

Meet me in the Astronomy Courtyard at 10. I have a question surprise for you.

Signed, Diggory

You traced your fingers over the words a few times before glancing to the grandfather clock in the room. It was a quarter till 10 already. After sitting and contemplating for a few minutes, you finally mustered up the courage to get dressed.

You opened your door carefully, not to make any squeals in the hinge. You placed one toe after another across the stone floor and snuck down the stairs to the common room. The only light came from the enchanted fireplace. In the corner, by the small library was Pansy and Theo, doing their usual business.

You slid through the stone door leading out into the dungeons. Taking one last breath, making sure you were safe, you hurried to the location of your superior.

It was easier than you thought getting to the courtyard. Only thing keeping you from being perfect was the chill sneaking into the castle. You were only wearing a black long sleeve top, with a sweet heart neckline- tucked into your black mini skirt. The small slit on your right leg not helping. Your black doc marten loafers clicked across the cobblestone as you made a bolt for the corner that would finally lead you to your destination.

You carefully treaded the long hallway before being abruptly pulled by a large pair of hands: one over your mouth and the other around your waist. You tried to scream and wail for help, but this persons palms were tightly covering your jaw. Your eyes scanned the new scenery around you quickly.

Then that scent hit you. Tuscany and a small hint of dittany. It was him.

You pulled away at the same time he let go resulting in you falling to the ground hard. You felt a sting in your left knee, knowing you had scraped it against the stone. As you looked up through small tears, the golden boy bent down to help you up.

“Are you okay?” He asked, concerning. You broke your hands away from his, brushing off your skirt. You were a little aggravated… or more like angry with Cedric’s actions. He didn’t need to grab you, nor be so forceful. You’d have no issues coming into this abandoned classroom with him if he’d just asked.

“I’m fine.” You hissed. Cedric was taken aback by your tone but nonetheless ignored it and carried on.

“Here, come here.” He walked closer to you, giving you no time to prepare for liftoff. He wrapped his palms under your skirt and lifted you onto the nearest desk. You, being shocked by the abrupt close touch, felt a chill run up your spine. Cedric bent down, observing your bloodied knee. He touched it, causing a hiss from your throat.

“Sorry. It looks like it was just a small surface burn. I can get some dittany from the greenhouse if you want to-“ You cut him off.

“No that’s okay Cedric, I’ll be fine.” You smiled softly. You sat there for what felt like ages before he finally got up and sat on the desk across from you.

“So what was this surprise you had for me?” You pondered. He raised his brows, seemingly confused by what you said before a light bulb went off and he stepped closer to you again, a little too close.

“It’s about the Ball..” he started. You breathed out, getting off the desk and walking toward the back of the classroom, looking and fidgeting with the dusty objects.

“I already told you, I’m not sure yet.” You exclaimed. Cedric laughed. You turned around. “What’s funny?”

“Nothing beautiful. Just that you think that’s what I was asking.” He said. You scrunched your brows. “I believe I don’t understand.”

Cedric walked slowly to you as he explained his cause. “I know you’re still thinking about it. I was going to let you know that if you do decide to go with me, my friends and I are throwing an after party when we’re done. Think you’d enjoy it..” By the end of his words, he was towering over you, looking into your orbs. You felt your heart begin to race as he lifted his right hand to tuck back a strand of your hair. He then brushed his fingers, delicately across your cheek and then your exposed collarbone.

“You’re so lucky.” He whispered. You blinked, “What do you mean?” He leaned in closer to you, just inches away from your lips.

“You’re so lucky that you hold beauty. Beauty that every guy who roams these halls, wanna have for themselves.”

His words took you by surprise.

“But they don’t get to. Not a single one. Wanna know why?” He asked.

You looked up into his dark eyes, unreadable. They were very dark. Your heart began beating faster. “W-Why?”

He leaned into your ear and guided his hands down your shoulders, landing on your wrists.

“Because I’m the only one who gets to touch you Y/n.”

Pansy was walking up to her dorm, Theo holding her hand as she guided them up the stairs. As she opened the door, fully expecting her best friend to be reading a book with the candle lit, she noticed how wrong it was.

Y/n’s clothes placed sporadically across the floor, the candlelight blown out but fresh as the wick was still hot and the smoke evaporated. Pansy called out, “Y/n? You in here?”

No answer.

“Y/n? If this is a funny joke, you can stop now.” Pansy laughed short, Theo joining in per Pansy’s instructions.

No answer.

The raven haired girl dropped her lovers hand and rushed into the dorm, looking around for Y/n. Her movements becoming quicker and quicker as she hopelessly looked. Theo stood in the doorway, madly confused.

“Maybe she’s just roaming the halls.” He pitched. Pansy paused her searching and stood up to shout at Theo.

“Except Y/n doesn’t roam the halls! She stays inside and reads, reads, reads. She studies when it’s raining, she keeps that damn candle lit until she knocks out completely because she enchanted it to do so!” She ran her hands through her hair as Theo tried to calm her down.

“I know my best friend. She wouldn’t just disappear!” She huffed out. Theo looked around, an idea sprouting in his mind.

“What if she went to the boys dorm?” He asked. Pansy looked up through small tears. She nodded, convinced it wouldn’t hurt to look.

The couple burst through Draco and Theo’s dorm door, awaking Blaise on the bean bag. Draco laid in the same spot he was in when Theo left, face plastered into the pillows. Lorenzo was making paper planes and enchanting them to fly around the high ceiling. (He already had seven above the group.)

“Y/n’s missing.” Pansy cried. Draco shot up from his spot and straightened his hair. Blaise’s attention rose as well, worry replacing tired on his face.

“What do you mean?” He asked in a rush. “Like she’s missing from her room? The entire castle?” Lorenzo asked.

“No. She’s not in our dorm at all, her candle is no longer lit and her clothes are everywhere. Almost like someone broke in.” She jumped to the nearest worst case scenario, causing Draco to grab his shoes and put them on.

“Was there anything else in you guys’ dorm that was out of the ordinary?” Draco asked in a hurry. Blaise and Lorenzo followed through, grabbing their shoes and coats and heading out the door with their friends.

Pansy opened their dorm room, looking around for anything else that could be out of place. The slytherin’s salvaged through belongings, bookshelves and other possessions around. It wasn’t until Blaise found a note, written in starch black ink, laying on Y/n’s nightstand.

“Guys, look.” Pansy rushed over, snatching the letter out of the boys hand. She skimmed over it quickly, sighing in her own discomfort at the thought of you meeting up with him alone during this hour.

“She’s with Diggory.” Pansy stated. Draco’s attention shifted to the letter and grabbed it next. His blood boiling and heart shattering all while being consumed by worry, he crumbled it up and tossed it in the bin. “C’mon, we gotta find her.” He rushed.

The boys followed their leader but stopped when Pansy stood in place. “Why? She’s just with a hufflepuff. It’s not the worst thing!”

Draco turned around, “she should’ve been back by now.”

“You never know, maybe it takes Diggory a few minutes to-“

“Shut up!” Draco shouted. Then it clicked with the pug faced girl. All the moments between them, their rendezvous in the astronomy tower, their shared snickers during class as they passed notes.. no reason Malfoy was so possessive around you, he only cared for you.

“Oh I see it now. You fancy my best friend!” Pansy clapped her hands, giggling at Draco’s obvious embarrassment.

“Be quiet, she was my friend first!” He shouted back.

“You guys- Y/n is literally alone with a seventh year. We gotta go find her. Merlin knows how active seventh years are.” Blaise stated.

Pansy’s eyes dazed, understanding what he meant.

The group searched through the halls, whispering and calling for Y/n quietly. It was well after curfew, prefects roaming the halls and teachers beginning their conquests into personal matters.

“Y/n! Where are you?” Pansy shouted. Theo shushed the girl, reminding her again about what would happen if they were caught.

Meanwhile, Draco was running through every corridor, busting down every door and yet he couldn’t find you. Maybe you and that Diggory went somewhere else. That was something the icy blonde didn’t want to think about. He just hoped you were okay.

They kept looking for a few more minutes before finally giving up. Your friends were at the end of the astronomy hall, tired and hungry. Draco, reluctant to leave, stood there looking at the wall. Pansy turned around, looking at the boy.

“I know how you feel..” She mentioned. “I’m worried about her but I also know she can handle herself. She’s a brilliant witch.”

Draco looked down at his shoes, for no particular reason, he just couldn’t get his mind off the worst case scenario.

“You’re right. She doesn’t need me does she?” He asked. Pansy gave a weak smile, trying to make him feel better. She now knew the great lengths her childhood friend would go for the girl she loved. She cared for Y/n, always did, particularly on a level she isn’t sure everyone understood.

“C’mon, we’ll see her in the morning. I’m sure she’s okay.” Pansy guessed. She wasn’t one-hundred percent convinced about what she was telling Draco, but it was enough for him to feel better. Draco began walking after the group when her voice, muffled, rang through their ears- especially Draco’s.

“Pansy-!“

Draco’s head turned sharply in the direction of her call. Pansy and the rest of the boys followed suit, trying to catch up. Another scream echoed from a locked door to Malfoys left.

Pansy ran to the door, trying to push it open. Blaise kept calling her name making sure she was still alive. Draco came through them, telling them to move. With a quick motion of his wand, the door blew open to pieces, a cloud of dust and smoke shielding their view.

Rustling could be heard, followed by Y/n’s voice and Diggory complaining about how “difficult Y/n was being.”

The smoke cleared, leaving Draco with the ghastly sight. You were pinned against a desk, Diggory being your captor. A midnight meet-up turned criminal as you continued struggling. The hufflepuffs hand sneaking up the pleated skirt you were wearing and the tears leaking from your ducts was all Draco Malfoy needed to let go.

“Depulso!” Cedric was thrown into the brick wall by Malfoy. Pansy ran to you, taking her coat off and wrapping it around your body as you collapsed to the ground. Bruises laid on your neck from his lips and red marks spread your thighs where his grip dug into your skin.

You were stuck in a daze, not even noticing the blood spread across the ground in front of you from the brutal throws from Draco. Blaise continued to try and pry his friend off but failed.

Muffled shouts and curses were thrown at Cedric as Pansy and Theo walked with you to get out of the room. Lorenzo, budding in to carry Draco off of the seventh year, got a hit himself. After convincing their friend to finally open his eyes and let it go, he obeyed.

Cedric laid, unconscious, unsure of whether or not Draco’s blows killed the poor guy. But Draco didn’t care. He smiled as the sight of that douche in his own blood, he deserved it, he thought.

It was one in the morning as Pansy sat on the edge of the tub in the girls bathroom, brushing through her best friends hair. Y/n sat in the tub, knees cradled to her chest as she tried focusing on anything else besides the events in the last hour. Pansy wasn’t sure what to say, she wasn’t sure what to do. She only knew that she needed to be there for her, so that’s what she did.

Y/n was already pruny and her body already washed. She just couldn’t get out of the tub. Draco sat on the other side of the door, waiting for her to be finished so he could apologize for his actions- for not being there sooner, for looking the other way this whole time and not being honest with her.

He sat on the floor, legs stretched out with his back against the wall. His hands bloodied, his grey wool sweater covered in a mix of Malfoy and Diggory blood. His hair was a mess as was his heart. He just wanted to know if she was okay. If she was even the slightest bit calm so he could see her.

As if on que, Pansy opened the door. Draco stood up quickly, his face full of worry.

“She’s out of it. I can’t tell if she’s tired, shocked or both. But she said you can come in. Her back is turned so just stay on this side of the tub.” Pansy explained. Draco nodded and pushed the door open slowly.

He wasn’t prepared to see the small bruise on her back or the swelling on her neck from that bastards poison. He felt the rage coming to fruition but pushed in back down for Y/n’s sake.

He walked slowly, careful not to frighten her. He sat down next to the tub, looking at her hair. It was long, shiny and soft. He knew because he’d never forget the time she fell asleep on his lap on the train to Hogwarts. He ran his fingers through her hair as she slept so she wouldn’t have nightmares.

“Did you get him?” Y/n asked quietly.

Draco’s head turned up to her, he could see the side of her face and didn’t even bare to look further. He was confused by the question, not sure what she meant.

“Draco? Did you get him?” She asked louder.

“I-I’m not sure what you mean-“

“Don’t play dumb with me. Even through my dazed mind I could see the darkness take over inside of you. I saw how hard you punched him, how hard you fought.” She answered.

Draco looked away, back to the floor. He breathed heavily, wondering what she wanted. Was she happy? Was she mad at him for doing his duty? He knew he took it too far but he also knew if he didn’t, Diggory wouldn’t have taken no for an answer.

“I don’t understand—“ She cut him off again. She turned her entire body, revealing her frontside to him. His eyes widened, looking away quickly as to not harm her anymore than he did.

“What’s wrong? Can’t look at a woman when you know you want to! Every man does it! Thinks they can stare all they want huh?” She shouted at him. Her eyes shedding tears every word, her muscles showing through her neck as she strained her voice. Draco couldn’t understand.

“I wouldn’t look at you if you didn’t want me to!” Draco yelled back.

“Oh c’mon! Like you haven’t thought about it, just like he did! Like he tried to!”

Draco’s eyes began to water, hating to see her like this.

“He tried taking something away from me! How he touched me- how he kissed me-“ Y/n trailed off, looking away and crying some more before turning back to the blonde.

“I’m not him Y/n!” Draco pleaded.

“What if you hadn’t gotten there in time?! What if he kept going- bound my down by a jinx or even worse? What if he rap-“ Draco cut her off by taking his shoes off and climbing into the tub.

Y/n kept crying, thinking of the worse case scenario even more. Draco sat down and grabbed her body, indulging her into comfort. He cradled her back and forth before Pansy walked in with a towel. The raven haired girl, draped the towel over Y/n’s small frame and sat on the edge of the rub crying slightly.

“I got you.. I’m not letting anything happen to you. I will be here until you tell me not to.” Draco kissed the top of her head. Her breathing beginning to calm down. Pansy rubbed the crying girls back, hoping to take away some of the pain.

“I will too. I’m not letting you alone anymore. Even if you’re peeing, I will sit there and hold your hand.” Pansy smiled to herself. A small giggle was heard from the poor girl. She lifted her head up out of Draco’s chest. He lifted his hand up and wiped the tears away with his thumb and index.

“There’s our pretty girl.” Draco said softly. Y/n smiled, sniffling her nose before turning around the Pansy and looking up at her.

“I’ll take you on that Parkinson.” Y/n joked. Pansy laughed in response and fell into the tub as well to hug her best friend. Draco sat there, now realizing he was soaked in soapy dirty water.

“Um, can someone grab me a towel?”

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fruitylo0pz · 1 year

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Caretaker

Larissa Weems x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut (fluff towards the end), dom!Larissa, fingering, cunnilingus, strap-on

A/N: I am so sorry I haven't posted anything in a while. I have been working on this for some time, and I am not 100% satisfied with it, but I just haven't felt very inspired or motivated lately so I pushed myself to finish this. Both because I wanted to post something for my readers and followers but also to get back into it! As always, there might be some errors and mistakes, but I hope you enjoy.

Word count: ~2.8k

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You had been working at Nevermore as a caretaker for about a month now, and the job was pretty straightforward except you were the only normie and your boss was a gorgeous woman you felt yourself infatuated with. You thought you had seen her looking at you, but you dismissed the thoughts just as quickly. What would she see in you? You had barely spoken to her other than when she needed something fixed in her office or she had specific tasks for you. You were shy and quiet, and she had a dominating presence. You had your own quarters in the staff hall, and you had just gotten out of the shower after a long day when you received an email from Principal Weems, asking you to come to her office. You were afraid someone had complained, not that you could think of anything you had done. It was just your immediate way of thinking, that someone had made complaints or she wasn’t happy with the way you did your job. You got dressed and anxiously walked to her office.

You knocked on the door, and she opened it with a smile. “Please come in, Y/N. I’m sorry, I know it’s late and you have no obligation to be here. I should have mentioned that in the email.” You smiled nervously and nodded before you walked into her office and sat down in the chair in front of her desk.

You were hesitant to speak, but you also wanted to know if you had done something wrong. “P-Principal Weems, I am sorry if you aren’t satisfied with my work. Has anyone made any complaints?” You fiddled with your thumbs, realising your hands were shaking like crazy.

She chuckled and tilted her head. “Oh, Y/N. No! I am so sorry if you have been worried about that. I simply wanted to get to know you better. I have noticed that you seem to spend most of your time alone, and if that is something you prefer I respect that. I was worried that you might feel lonely. I know you’re new in town, and you always fascinated me. And please, call me Larissa.” She smiled and you couldn’t quite figure out what the look on her face meant.

“Oh, I’m so relieved to hear that pr- I mean… Larissa. I’m settling in well. I’m just not very social, and I am pretty shy and reserved so I don’t mind spending my days alone. A caretaker job seemed perfect for me, because I don’t have to interact with people too much. I do appreciate you inviting me here, though! Don’t get me wrong. I would like to get to know you better too.” You blushed and immediately looked down, fiddling even more erratically with your fingers. You weren’t used to being so open, and especially with someone like her. You had a crush on her that had lasted since the moment you saw her, and the thoughts you had about her were anything but pure and appropriate.

“There is nothing wrong with that, Y/N. I am pretty much of a loner myself. Partially because my job gets tiring and solitude is a blessing at times, and the job doesn’t make you too popular. Being the headmistress means making decisions not everyone will be too happy about at times. Would you like a glass of wine, Y/N? I was just about to open a bottle, and it would be nice with company for once.” She looked at you with a gentle smile that made you melt and you found yourself blushing.

“Yes, please. Thank you, that would be lovely.” You were relieved that she asked, because you figured you might be less awkward and nervous with some wine in your system and sharing it with her was even better.

“Let’s move to the sofa. Sitting here by my desk feels so formal.” She went and poured two glasses of wine before you both moved to the sofa, and when her hand brushed over yours as she handed you the glass you felt yourself gasping softly. You had never been this close to her before.

You caught her eyeing you up, but you brushed it off. It was probably nothing. “So, Y/N. What do you like to do when you’re not at work? And what brought you to Jericho? If you don’t mind me asking. If it’s too personal, please let me know. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” She looked at you with a curious look on her face, and you knew she genuinely wanted to know.

“Well, I mostly read, hike or tend to my plants. I also like running. I guess I’m pretty boring, but I find that it’s important to fill your time with things you like instead of things society thinks you should be doing. I did that for too long and it drained me. I moved here after my girlfriend broke up with me after she had cheated. I forgave her, but she did it again and then she broke up. I moved to New York because of her, not knowing anyone else and her friends and I didn’t get along too well. So I had to get away. Then I saw the posting here, and I grabbed the opportunity. I am still so grateful.” You found yourself surprised by your openness. It wasn’t like you to open up like that and you had always been an introvert, but it felt surprisingly liberating. She made you feel safe, and it felt good to have someone show such genuine interest in you. You did however feel like you had given her far more than she asked for and it made you feel slightly anxious.

“Your hobbies are pretty similar to mine, Y/N! I like quiet hobbies, and you’re right. Your life is yours and you should fill it with things you like. I am so sorry to hear about your girlfriend. She clearly didn’t deserve you. I am happy you took the chance, because I have been so happy with the work you do here. Your ex-girlfriend must have been a fool. You deserve someone that appreciates you.” She laid her hand on yours, and you immediately felt yourself getting warmer. Just the touch of her hand and her words was enough for your panties to dampen.

“T-thank you, Larissa.” You were nervous, and you found yourself speechless. Your brain couldn’t form a proper sentence and you felt yourself blushing again.

Larissa moved closer to you and the way she was sitting revealed her red lace bra due to her slightly unbuttoned blouse and you couldn’t stop yourself from staring. She put her finger under your chin to lift it and her eyes met yours. You thought you could see a hint of lust in her eyes, and it made you even more certain when she rested her hand on your thigh.

“You know, Y/N. Forgive me for being bold, but I have wanted you ever since I laid my eyes on you when you showed up for your interview. There is just something about you that I find so extremely attractive.” Her voice was deep and hungry. You had always been attracted to her voice, but when she said those words and confessed that she wanted you, your core tensed up and she was the only one that could untangle it.

“I- I… Feel the same way about you. I just couldn’t say anything. You’re my boss, and I… I shouldn’t have thoughts like that about you.” You smiled at her, and found yourself moving even closer.

“Oh, you have been having thoughts about me, have you? Care to share them with me, Y/N?” her hand moved further up your thigh and you felt like you were on fire.

“Thoughts about you… About you using me for your pleasure. About you fucking me.” You never thought you would admit these things to her, and you couldn’t believe that you found yourself on her sofa with her hand on your thigh.

“Use you? Oh, I think I can find good use for you. Are you going to be a good girl for me, Y/N?” She was practically whispering, and her lips were so close to you that you felt them brush over your earlobe.

You let out a small whimper and gasped “Yes, Larissa. Yes, I’m going to be such a good girl for you.” Your panties were soaked already, and she hadn’t even touched you yet.

“Strip down for me, Y/N. I want to see all of you.” She leaned back and looked at you with a smirk.

You blushed, but got up from the sofa and stood before her. You had truthfully never stripped for anyone before and you had little to no idea what you were doing, but you gave it your best. Her eyes grew darker and followed your every movement like a hawk. Once you had removed your panties you stood there looking down. She got up and slowly walked over to you.

“I was right. Your ex-girlfriend was a fool. You are beautiful, Y/N.” She leaned down and kissed you intensely, and when your lips crashed together it was as if everything just fell into place. Her hands gently slid down your back, giving you goosebumps all over.

“Sit down for me and spread your legs, Y/N.” You blushed and sat down on the sofa, hesitantly spreading your legs while looking away. She put her finger under your chin while kneeling between your legs. She maintained intense eye contact as she started kissing her way up your inner thigh, starting just above the knee. Your breathing went harder and faster and she smiled when she saw how wet you already were.

“L-Larissa… I need you. Please.” You whimpered and she smiled. She took her time and knew how much it tortured you. She knew it would make you a desperate mess, and she already loved hearing you beg.

“My sweet girl, so impatient and so ready for me.” Her breath on your skin made you twitch, and she let her tongue slowly slide all the way from your opening to your clit.

“And you taste so good.” She let out a groan as her tongue went back to your clit in lazy, firm movements. You let out a loud whimper, and you could feel how it was already dripping from you. Her tongue swirled around your clit and it was as if every flick, every movement sent pulses through your body.

Suddenly, she pushed two fingers slowly inside you, making your walls clench around them and she let out a chuckle and you felt her tongue pick up the pace while she finger fucked you deep and slow. You had been fantasising about what it would feel like ever since you shook her hand and here you were, her face between your legs and her deep inside you and it was even better than you had imagined. You could feel your orgasm build up, and she had clearly noticed. Her tongue found a steady pace while her fingers curled up and it only took seconds before you came in what felt like an explosion as your hips bucked and your thighs shivered.

“O-oh my god, Larissa... I…” You were exhausted, and your mind was so fuzzy you couldn’t really form a coherent sentence even if you tried.

“Now, my sweet girl. I’m glad you enjoyed it but I am not finished with you. Please be a good girl and bend over my desk for me. I will be right back.” Her voice sounded almost hungrier than before.

She disappeared through a door and you followed her orders. You bent over her desk, and while you felt vulnerable and so exposed and almost dirty in this position, it also made you eager with anticipation. Suddenly, you heard her coming back. Her steps were slow, and it was almost as if you could feel her hips swaying even though you couldn’t see her.

Larissa chuckled and stopped behind you “Oh, you do look beautiful bent over my desk, my sweet girl. You think you can take my strap?” She caressed your butt, it was as if her soft hands wanted to reassure you that you were in safe hands.

“P-please give it to me, Larissa.” You could feel how wet you were and it made you blush, but no one had ever made you feel this way before.

“Such a good girl for me, darling.” She rubbed the tip of her strap on your clit and it made you gasp. She could feel how needy you were for her and she loved it. You were desperate for her to fill you up and eventually she pushed it in. She let it slide in slowly, making you clench around it. It was bigger than you had thought and it surprised you, but it felt so good. She started off slowly, letting you adjust to the size and the sensation.

“It feels so good, Larissa. O-oh my…” You realised how pathetic and needy you sounded but she seemed to like it.

“Oh, you are taking me so well, my sweet girl. You are so good for me.” She picked up the pace a bit and let out a deep growl that made your core tighten. You could tell that she really enjoyed fucking you, and you had truthfully never thought this day would come. Bent over the headmistress’ desk with her deep inside you, praising you for being good for her.

As she picked up the pace again, you grabbed the edge of the desk to keep steady. You never thought anyone would make you feel so filthy but so well cared for at the same time. Your orgasm was getting closer and closer, and she could probably tell by your uncontrollable moans and your shivering thighs. You clenched to the edge of the desk while she pounded you harder until you came so hard your legs nearly collapsed and you swore you could see stars. She grabbed your hips and continued fucking you, and you could immediately feel another orgasm build up.

“Come for me again, my sweet girl.” Her words sent a deep shiver from your spine down to your core and you came in yet another intense orgasm, and you could feel how it released a wave of arousal down your legs and her strap.

She pulled out gently and you just stood there, exhausted but so content and satisfied. She went back to the room next to her office and you got up and went over to the sofa to get dressed.

She came back wearing a robe and looked at you with an almost concerned look on her face. “You don’t have to leave, Y/N. I’d really like it if you would stay the night, but please don’t feel pressured to do so unless you’re comfortable with it.” She smiled gently and chuckled lightly.

“I would love to if you want me to stay, Larissa.” You blushed and grabbed your clothes.

“Come, my quarters are just through here.” She grabbed your hand and smiled. Her quarters were beautiful, and matched her office. Her bed was huge and looked like it was custom made just for her.

“It’s beautiful here, Larissa. I love the art on your walls.” You admired her artworks. They were all paintings of nature or landscape, and although they were from very different landscapes they all fit so perfectly together.

“Thank you, my love. Art is very important to me, and when I got the job here I wanted to make my office and my quarters my own, so I have carefully selected everything myself. Thank you again for noticing, Y/N.” She smiled and kissed you.

She removed the cushions and bed throw and took your hand in hers again. “Come, my sweet girl. I don’t want you to be cold.” You followed her to bed and crawled up next to her. You didn’t want to get too close in case it made her feel uncomfortable, but she wrapped her arm around you and pulled you in. You blushed and she kissed your forehead.

“Thank you for letting me stay, Larissa. This has been very unexpected and overwhelming, but in a good way. I have never felt like this before, and it still feels like a dream.” You moved as close as you could get, just to feel her warmth.

“You have been my dream for months, Y/N. I would love to stay awake for hours and talk with you, but I’m afraid I’m going to fall asleep. I will make you breakfast in the morning, and I want to know everything about you.” She gave you a lazy kiss on the cheek and you could tell that she was already drifting off to sleep. You were exhausted yourself, and fell asleep with a smile on your face feeling so safe and cherished.

#larissa weems x y/n #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems x you #larissa weems smut #larissa weems fancfic #f!reader #wlw #principal weems x you #principal weems x reader #gwendoline christie

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midnightsun-if · 5 months

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Sorry if this sounds rude, but I have some things I need to get off my chest. Frankly, the whole Scarlett situation kind of sucks, and the way you’re handling things is not exactly helping matters. I get you have a specific vision for her character, and as a fellow author I would never suggest you compromise that to appease a bunch of sexist, entitled fans, but you’ve given so much attention to her character that it honestly comes as no surprise that people wouldn’t respect her sexuality, as bad as that is to say.

I’ve personally sent numerous asks in the past, and you haven’t answered a single one, so either you’re intentionally ignoring them, or tumblr ate them. If it’s the later, then I’m sorry for accusing you. You’re obviously not under any obligation to answer asks you don’t want to, but I admit it does sting a bit to see Scarlet Ask #523759690 on my feed when I have yet to see a single one of mine. You may not think you have a favorite character, but from an outside perspective, you 100% do.

The amount of attention Scarlett receives compared to the rest of the cast (seriously, when was the last time Caden got an ask dedicated to them?) is truly astounding. Fans will naturally have their favorites, but as an author you should remain impartial… which you really haven’t. In fact, it seems like you actively encourage the Scarlett attention. It’s like you keep showing off a fancy car that only a few people can actually buy, then get upset when people complain they can’t buy the car as well.

Anyways, I’m sorry for this rant, but I’ve been thinking about this for a while now. I wish you luck on your writing journey, and hope you have a happy holiday (if you’re in a country that celebrates any upcoming holidays)!

I truly don’t know what to say other than the fact that I haven’t seen your asks and that I’m trying to avoid Scarlett asks when it specifically involves the discourse with her sexuality— which also may contribute to the possibility on why I haven’t seen them, if that’s what they involved— as I mentioned in my one-and-done post about it… I don’t want to keep this as a reoccurring theme on the blog as I know that many people will grow tired of it just like I have.

I answer Scarlett centric asks, barring when I answer scenario asks about the family and/or the ROs, mainly due to the fact that she’s the one people single out— if someone sends me an ask about C, or Blake, or anyone else, I’ll answer it… It just happens to be that Scarlett gets the most asks when it comes to that sort of thing— and those asks are typically much easier/faster to answer than the all-in-one asks— I’d be more than happy to answer singular asks about any number of my characters. And I have in the past when someone sends something in.

All I can truly say? If not being able to romance Scarlett is this big of an issue, and I truly am saying this as nicely as I can… I don’t think Midnight Sun is the right IF for you. I believe I know a couple more IFs with an Ice Queen type RO, or adjacent RO, that may suit you better if you’d like to me share them!

And, I’d just like to make this small point, I get upset, or am starting to, because it’s a point I’ve brought up over and over again— Scarlett isn’t a lesbian to create an inconvenience for the player… She’s a lesbian because it’s part of who she is. Sending me asks saying “I can change her” or “Give us Scarlett and the F!MCs Koda” (among other things) is absolutely abhorrent in the best case scenario. There are 7 other ROs for you to choose from— all of which offer their own unique routes and experiences within Midnight Sun.

Scarlett isn’t changing, I’m standing firm with this. I’m not going to ever change my mind about it— I’m sorry if that upsets anyone, but it’s not something I’m backing down on.

#midnight sun #asks #ro: scarlett voltaire #and if I haven’t answered your singular asks it’s either because I haven’t seen them #or I couldn’t figure out the correct response and decided to come back later…#and forgot 😅#which is my bad #as I typically try to answer them whenever they first arrive due to the fact that they’re relatively simple to answer #and I can send them out quickly (depending on what it is of course)#which means this will also be the last one I’ll be responding to #barring special circumstances

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francis-writes · 1 year

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hii, i haven’t made a request yet bc i’m so scared whatever I request wouldn’t turn out properly due to my explanation. BUT I realized I might as well. Could you possibly do a scenario where the grabber is dealing with a reader who has adhd? I mean, up walking around, talking to much, ranting on about how scared they are, to the point to where he gets tired of it and yells at them, maybe slaps them to shut them up?? the reader starts to get quiet and doesn’t act like their self for a while, he starts to feel guilty and talks to the reader about why he acted the way he did.

this is an odd request but i’ve struggled with adhd my entire life and people have always reacted in such way. I’m so so sorry if this is too much. Big fan of you 💗

it's sad such things happed to you. I hope I managed to write what you wanted. Have a good day💜

The Grabber was tired. Of course, he got used to the fact that his victims doesn't enjoy being kidnapped and he usually tried to tolerate their complaining (to some degree). But you were too much for him. Whenever he visited you in the basement to just look at you in peace, you were ranting about how scared you are, whining and begging him to let you out. Sometimes you were changing the topic and telling him your thoughts or shared facts about your personal life. In other situation, the Grabber would enjoy the fact that you willingly tell him the truth about yourself, but this time your constant blabber was only annoying for him. Especially when you interrupted him when he tried to say something. There weren't many things that the Grabber hated more than lack of respect and disobedience and that's what interrupting meant for him. Moreover, during your monologues , you kept walking around the room and that was angering him terribly. He tried to be understanding but one day his patience ended. As usually when he came to the basement you complained that you're starving and asked if he can free you if you won't tell anyone. Instead of replying, the Grabber slapped you and you fell on the floor. Your face burned in the place he hit and you were too freezed with fear to even speak. "Why are you like this?" He shouted "Can't you be quiet even for a moment? I can't stand you anymore!" And he stormed out of the room, leaving you convinced that your end is near. It took some time before the Grabber visited you again. He needed time to calm down and honestly, he didn't have a desire to listen to your annoying rants again. But he had to finally feed you and make sure you won't get starved to death - not because the Grabber really cared about your wellbeing but he would prefer different end for you. Maybe a bit more bloody. When he entered the basement and laid the tray on the floor, he noticed that something was off. You stood in your place as if he interrupted you a walk. He expected a complaint, a cry, anything... but not that you would stay quiet. "I brought you food, bunny" he said, analyzing your strange behaviour. You nodded and muttered "thank you". It seemed that you waited for him to leave so the Grabber came back upstairs without a word, wondering what happened. Did his outburst terrified you so much? Well, that was possible. Since the day he locked you in his basement, you were kinda nervous. But the Grabber wasn't really worried about it. Honestly, at first he was even glad with this turn of events. He loved to see that spark of fear in people's eyes and gain complete control over their lives and emotions. That was the thrill he was killing for. He came back soon after, just to watch you. As he hoped for, you were still silent, just sitting on the mattress without a word and looking at him every once in a moment, flexing your fingers nervously. He usually liked seeing his victims like this but this time it felt different. Somehow the fact that you changed took away the pleasure of observing you. The Grabber knew you weren't acting naturally because you didn't want to make him angry again. And he felt guilty for that - what surprised even him. "Why are you so quiet, little dove?" "I thought you want me to be silent" The Grabber rested his head in his hands and thinked for a while. "You must understand me, bunny, I don't want you to be completely silent. I am not forbidding you to speak. I just..." he was looking for the right words "I was tired, you know? I like talking with you and listen about your life but I wish you could talk a bit less. And maybe complain less. You have no need to be afraid as long as you behave good and whining won't make your situation better for sure" You nodded, still quiet. "Tell me something, whatever you want" the Grabber encouraged you. "Okay. But can you warn me when I will be talking too much? I may not notice it and I don't want to make you... tired again" "No problem"

hey, if you enjoy my work, maybe you would like to support me on ko-fi? Only if you can afford this. It would mean a lot to me<3 link is in the pinned post

#The grabber x reader #The grabber imagine #Albert shaw x reader #Albert shaw imagine

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stockpheebphoob · 10 months

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Kosovo relations either that I think aren’t notable enough to put in his wiki or just what he thinks of certain countries/provinces/autonomies… kek :P.

Also, my first Tumblr post. Jajj 4_4!

VOJVODINA

“She’s okay. I think she’s pretty, but very slow at processing things. She’s basically Mrs.Hungary’s sister, so, she’s not as mean to me as Srbija is. I don’t really pay any attention to her.”

He wants to be better friends with her but they have very different likes. Sometimes when they hang out alone, Voj will ramble on about random stuff. Kosovo sort of just tunes her out. He’s come to the conclusion that nobody else really listens to her (except, maybe Macedonia. But, that must get tiring.)

SRPSKA

“Bastard child. He’s the only reason that Bosnia and Hercegovina don’t recognize me! Srbijas bootlicker. Srbija says I should be more like him (no way!)”

(Plus, he’s like, 10.)

LATVIA

“He’s really nice. I think he was nervous when he first met me, because he used to ramble a lot (which I found a bit annoying). But, now he seems calmer. We don’t hang out much but I like it when we do.”

LITHUANIA/ESTONIA

“I don’t mind them. They seem like nice guys. When Lithuania gets paranoid he reminds me of Albania.”

Kosovo feels a bit self conscious when seeing Lithuania and Estonia. He wonders if he should be doing as much work as them…

LIECHTENSTEIN

“She’s nice too. She’s in Western Europe so my favorite part about spending time at her house is joining her on a picnic… she has very nice scenery. We both like goats.”

SWITZERLAND

“He’s better friends with Albania than me, but I still like him. He doesn’t like me or Albania around his goats. I think he’s a terrible driver.”

SEALAND

“He annoys the hell out of me. Whenever we talk he says he understands how it feels to not be a recognized country. Who does he think he is?!”

GREEK

Kosovo is a bit conflicted on how to feel about Greek. He’s way too friendly with Serbia for his liking… plus, he doesn’t recognize Kosovo! But, his relationship with Albania seems to be clearing up… slowly. For the time being, he just avoids Greek.

MONTENEGRO

“I’m glad he’s nice to me. Back when we used to live in the same house, we wouldn’t really talk much. We still don’t talk a lot, which is why I’m surprised he can find the energy to support me; but, I’m not complaining!”

SLOVENIA

Kosovo appreciates that Slovenia is so kind to him. He gets a bit bugged when Slo acts cocky and says he can help mend the relationship between Kosovo and Serbia, but, he’s glad that he wants to try at least. It’s much more than other countries can say. His relationship with Slo is similar to the one he has with Croatia: they respect eachother but don’t talk much.

MACEDONIA

I don’t think I have any good ideas for their relationship… Macedonia isn’t on the greatest terms with Albania, but she probably used to babysit Kosovo. They both like ajvar and think that Serbia’s sucks. Kek.

Sorry if it’s not too exciting… Lel. Maybe if I make one for Albania then it’ll have more interesting stuff. Sorry, Kosovo lives a boring life outside of… you know. Kek.

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dreamylittlesugarcube · 2 years

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Making a Splash

Genre: Canon, Fluff

Characters: You x Kyungsoo

Warnings: None

Word Count: 968

Summary: You accompany Kyungsoo and the other EXO boys on a vacation and find yourself caught up in a compromising position with Kyungsoo in the pool (totally innocent though, so no worries!).

A/N: I received a request from a lovely anon for a Kyungsoo drabble inspired by the recent episodes of EXO’s Travel the World. I hope you like it and if you enjoy what you’ve read, please like, re-blog or comment so that others can find it more easily. Thanks!

*Credit for GIF goes to do-kyngsoo*

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Did a vacation sound fun? Yes.

Did a free vacation sound fun? Heck, yes.

Did you know exactly what you were getting into when you climbed into a van with five boys who together radiate the most chaotic energy you’ve ever seen? Mayyyyyybe not.

Between Sehun’s constant whining about everything from the choice of music to how hot or cold the van is, and Suho’s attempts at being a backseat driver, you are honestly drained by the time you reach Namhae. You can only imagine how much higher the decibel level in the car would be had EXO’s resident megaphones, also known as Chen, Baekhyun, and Chanyeol, not been absent. The only saving grace is that Kyungsoo has insisted on driving and has commandeered the passenger seat for you, citing concerns with having you sandwiched between “the children in the backseat”.

Finally reaching Namhae (with most of your sanity intact), you take a well-deserved nap in your room before you venturing out to explore the expansive villa that is (partially) yours for the weekend. You stumble upon Xiumin, Sehun, Suho, and Kai all snoozing in various locations around the house. The sound of water draws you to the patio where you find Kyungsoo gracefully treading water in the pool. You move to sit by the side of the pool, dipping your toes into the cool water. Kyungsoo paddles over, pulling himself up onto his elbows to rest beside you.

“It’s so relaxing out here–very serene,” you say, remarking on the sound of the cicadas and the calm, solitude of the clear water against your feet.

“And quiet”, Kyungsoo agrees, “a nice place to get away from all the noise.”

From anyone else, those words would’ve hurt–insinuating you were being loud and intrusive– but you knew Kyungsoo well enough to know he didn’t mean it that way. Still, you could be respectful if the man wanted some time by himself.

“Oh–I’m sorry if I interrupted your alone time, Kyungsoo,” you say sincerely. “I’ll just head back into the house and see if any of the guys are awake.” You pull your feet from the water, ready to stand, when a surprisingly warm hand reaches out to stop you.

“No, wait! I didn’t mean you, I was talking about them”, he clarifies, nodding his head towards the patio door.

Your heart warms at his words. “I definitely know what you mean,” you chuckle. A moment of silence falls over the two of you and you watch as Kyungsoo pushes off from the side, gliding to the middle of the pool.

“Are you wearing a swimsuit?” Kyungsoo’s dark eyes are on you, beckoning you into the water like a beacon.

Breathlessly, you nod, grateful you’d thought to put your bikini on under your sundress. Pulling your dress over your head, you slip into the water. Making your way to the middle of the pool to Kyungsoo, you tread water together silently.

“Are you tired?” Kyungsoo asks suddenly.

Nodding your head, you’re confused when Kyungsoo touches down to the bottom and beckons you over. “I’ll support you for a bit.” He opens his arms, waiting for you to float into them.

You give him a look of disbelief and he returns it with a small smile. Cautiously, you drift over, yelping in surprise when one arm comes around your back, the other under your legs. Snug against his body, you aren’t exactly sure how things lead to you being princess-style carried by Kyungsoo in the middle of a pool. Not that you were complaining by any means. However, as you “rest” in Kyungsoo’s arms you feel a wave of awkwardness wash over you. What sort of conversation did one have in this situation? You weren’t great at small talk and goodness knows Kyungsoo wasn’t either.

“This is a little awkward, huh?” Kyungsoo starts, putting into words what you had been thinking.

“Yeah, maybe a little.”

“I can change that,” Kyungsoo challenges.

Before you can formulate a response, Kyungsoo tightens his grip on, spinning you around in circles, before ceremoniously dunking you into the water. You sputter as water splashes vigorously around you from the upset.

“Kyungsoo!”, you shout in mock betrayal, “How could you?” Not even a ‘one for the money, two for the show’?!”

“But it’s not awkward anymore, right?” Kyungsoo shrugs his shoulders, a sheepish smile on his face.

“Yeah, I guess–”

You gasp, feeling the tie of your bikini give way. You quickly grasp your top, attempting to hold the cups in place before you reveal your goods to the world.

“Kyungsoo–my bikini untied…”

“Well that is awkward.”

If you’d had a free hand you would have given him a well-deserved, playful smack.

Abruptly serious, Kyungsoo shifted his weight, releasing your legs so you could stand upright. “Turn your back to me and I’ll fix it. I’m not looking, I promise.”

You pivot to face away from him, waiting for him to complete his task. You feel his hands gently grasp the strings, working to double-knot the long strands.

“Hey Kyungsoo, we were thinking it was time to–”

You look up to see Sehun and Kai standing at the edge of the pool, clearly awake from their naps, and also clearly misunderstanding the situation.

“ –we were thinking that it was a good time for the two of us to leave,'' Sehun finishes, roping Kai around the shoulder and pulling him back towards the door with a “Carry on, you two” over his shoulder.

Going as quickly as they came, you stand there in shock until your suit is situated where it should be. Looking at each other, you both collapse into a fit of giggles at the hilarity of the situation, knowing the two younger members were no doubt relaying all they saw to the older members back in the house.

You can at least say, for one thing, that a vacation with EXO is never boring.

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High and Low: At World’s End - Chapter 7

Location: Australian Town Characters: Tomoya. Hinata. Mitsuru & NEGI

Season: Autumn Writer: Akira

TL Note:

The Japanese language has a system of honorific speech to show respect to elders or people you are not familiar with. It's generally considered rude to not use honorific speech when speaking to the aforementioned people. (Hence, NEGI's reaction to Tomoya.)

Hammering down the nail that sticks out - This is a Japanese proverb used to describe conformity meaning those who are different will be forcefully coerced to conform with the community.

< The next morning, near a cheap hotel in the most northern part of Australia. >

NEGI: “I’ve got more or less a gist of the situation.”

“In other words, we’ve got to cross the entire country somehow, right?”

Mitsuru: Yeah! We’ve gotta go zoooom from the top to the bottom! And in the end, all we gotta do is get to the town in the south where Hajime-chan is~!

NEGI: “Easier said than done, you know… That’s gonna be incredibly difficult. Do you know just how big Australia is?”

Tomoya: Yeah… I really think this is a ridiculous plan.

But even if we gave up halfway, we don’t even know if there will be people to come save us.

It seems this project has a lot of stuff hidden from us, so in the worse case, they might just leave us to die in the wild if we whine and make a fuss.

That’s why we have to somehow reach “ES II”, where Hajime is supposed to be, on our own.

All while filming the TV show – “High and Low” – perfectly, so that they can’t complain about us afterwards.

NEGI: “You should be using honorifics[1] with me.”

Tomoya: Huh…?

NEGI: “Just so you know, I am older than you.”

Tomoya: Oh, I see. Sorry. But Kurone told me I didn’t have to use it.

NEGI: “Hmm. Well, that’s okay then. Japanese customs like honorific speech is a bit annoying and I bet I’m simply ‘Hitsugi Kurone’ in all of your eyes, anyway.”

“You can treat me like how you’d treat my little brother.”

Tomoya: I see. That’ll be great then. But, umm, NEGI…-senpai? You are a girl so I don’t think it’s right for us to treat you the same way we would treat Kurone.

NEGI: “You don’t have to worry about that. I’m used to it already. If anything, it’ll just be annoying if you go out of your way to do stuff for me.”

“Anyway, I’ll be your driver, just as Anzu asked me to. I’d like it if you can essentially ignore my existence.”

“When I’m fronting the entire time, it affects my brother’s mental state badly… It can’t be helped, though. Doesn’t look like there’s anyone else who can drive.”

Mitsuru: Ahaha! Anzu Nee-chan regrets not getting her driver’s licence because of the pickle we’re in right now!

NEGI: “There’s no use crying over split milk. It might be better for you guys to get your licence when you’re of age.”

“It’ll open a lot of new work doors for you. And it seems the easiest ID to use in Japan is a driver’s licence. A bit weird if you ask me.”

“It thinks it’s racially homogeneous and no one has to prove anything to be friends and get along with each other.”

“There weren’t any issues when everyone assumed they’re all the same people and work that way.”

“I think it’s about time it realises reality isn’t like that.”

Mitsuru: Uhh? Are we being yelled at? Sorry!

NEGI: “...There’s no point in saying this to you guys.”

“Actually, if possible, I’d like kids like you guys to open their eyes, though. Try to get away from the adult’s brainwashing.”

“Well, whatever. I’ve talked too much and now I’m tired… I’ll go hire a random car from the rental shop, so wait here.”

Mitsuru: Okay! Thanks, Hitsugi-chan! Pick a cool one, okay?

NEGI: “I’m not Hitsugi and sorry to break it to you, but I’m going to pick one based on its price. We’ve gotta save as much money as we can, right?”

“I’m off so see you later. Be good boys, okay?”

Tomoya: Ah, okay! Thank you! Be careful, NEGI-senpai!

Mitsuru: …Negi? What’s that? A nickname?

Tomoya: You’re really something, Mitsuru. There was something clearly weird about Kurone’s speech and behaviour but you just talked to them like normal.

I didn’t really hesitate because I knew that they were a bit “weird” from the Sports Festival.

But it was your first time talking to the older sister – NEGI-senpai, right?

Mitsuru: Sister? Uh, Hitsugi-chan’s Hitsugi-chan, y’know~?

They were a bit mature and talked like a girl, though? I thought maybe that’s what they were in the mood for! It’s morning so maybe they were sleepy!

Besides, it looks like I’m the only one who’s brought their determined selves along.

I’m always 100% Mitsuru Tenma. But everyone else tends to change depending on their mood for the day. Even you, Tomoya-chan, y’know?

I’m me every day but since everyone changes the way they talk and act depending on the day, I’m used to it.

Tomoya: Hmm, so that’s how you see the world, huh… True, no matter what happens, it always feels like you’re the same person, Mitsuru.

Mitsuru: Things were different when I was filming the drama though. I have to get into character so once I finish filming, I almost forget who I am, y’know!

Tomoya: I know what you mean~ I sometimes get like that when I’m up on stage too.

I’ve trained for over a year at the Drama Club to engrave that kind of essence into my mind and body, but you’ve soaked it up like it was no big deal from the very start, huh… I’m a bit annoyed at that.

Mitsuru: ? ? I’m sorry for that?

Tomoya: It’s fine. You shouldn’t have to put yourself down just because you’ve got the skills for it. It’s awful to hammer down the nail that sticks out[2] .

Mitsuru: The stuff you say sometimes is pretty hard to understand, y’know~ …Hm?

Hinata: Hey, guys~ What a lovely morning, huh ♪

Tomoya: Morning, Hinata. We already said hi to each other just a while ago, though.

Mitsuru: Sorry for asking you to wake up Hime-chan and the others, Hinata-chan!

Hinata: It’s fine, it’s not something that I don’t like to do, anyway. Anzu-san helped too.

Well, we couldn’t have a girl charge into a boy’s room, so actually, I was the one who woke everyone up.

You probably asked me to do it with Anzu-san since things are pretty awkward between us right now.

Things have been really awkward ever since “Repayment Fest” last year… I’d prefer it if you didn’t do stuff like this.

There’s no law in the world that says I have to get along with everyone, right?

Tomoya: There’s no such law but I’d like you guys to get along while we’re on the school trip. It’ll be really bad if everyone else starts feeling awkward too.

It’ll be a hellish trip with the worst memories.

Hinata: It’s already pretty bad though… We’ve practically been chucked out to Australia with nothing but ourselves.

Well, it’s not the first time that’s happened to me, so I’m not super panicked or anything. This is nothing compared to when I left home when I was younger.

But Hime-kun grew up pampered so he might be really stressed about it all. We should be nice to him.

I’ll do my best to be careful and keep an eye out for him too.

Tomoya: Thanks. With these members, you and I are about the only people with common sense, after all. We’ve got to keep things together.

Hinata: Ahaha. Calling me “someone with common sense” is actually an insult to me since I’m trying to sell our unit as an eccentric pair of twins, you know~♪

And Tetora-kun’s gotten better than before.

Tomoya: It looks like he’s having a tough time in “RYUUSEITAI”, huh. Maybe he grew up a bit after experiencing the hardships of life.

But he stands out quite a bit seeing as he broke the school rules by holding the “Dragon King Competition” and causing small fires here and there.

He’s basically a problem child in my books.

Hinata: Ahaha. It’s hard to see someone differently once you’ve labelled them as a “bad person”, huh.

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Shigaraki Tomura x Reader

- Shigaraki asking you out -

Y/n has nothing to do. You’re bored to death in the LOV’s hideout as you read a boring magazine about Pro Heroes and whatnot. Shigaraki, Dabi and Compress have all gone out to spy on other villains, and most likely kill them all in the process.

Since Mr Compress is the main entertainer for you but he’s absent, you naturally decide to be bored to death rather than to get all your blood stolen by Toga, who is eyeing you hungrily at the end of the couch you’re sitting on.

“Y/n, it’s just- just 100 millilitres! Please~?” Toga begs in an annoying voice which you’re already too used to. Staying at the base of the infamous LOV has trained you to endure high pitched teenagers’ voices, such as Toga’s.

“I don’t plan on dying today,” you spit back, not in the mood to be nice. Shigaraki has been gone for six hours and still hasn’t shown up yet.

Toga complains under her breath and proceeds to stomp back to her room. You finally sigh in relief, throwing the magazine on the coffee table and closing your eyes as you lean your head behind.

“Shigarakiii,” you mumble, listening to the clock tick in an agonisingly slow pace.

As soon as his name comes out of your mouth, a warp gate appears right beside you and Shigaraki Tomura himself steps in. Since you’re seated by his towering body’s side, you can see the rare smile on his face as it stretches far enough to show even with the corpse hand on his face.

“Miss me?” he shakes his head lightly in a flirty way, his fluffy hair all being messed up in the process.

“Shiggy!” you grin and run out of your comfortable position to greet him.

“Yes, y/n, I’m totally fine and not bleeding halfway to death,” a voice grumbles behind you and you turn hastily.

“Ah, sorry, Dabi, I didn’t see you there,” you raise a brow sarcastically and pat his head. “Also, that’s like, a scratch you have there on your hand. I don’t think you need treatment for that,” you laugh.

“I told you,” Mr Compress says beside him in a bossy manner and leads him inside his bedroom.

Once everyone has cleared out, Shigaraki sighs and pulls the hand off, revealing a tired but happy face.

“I missed you so much,” he smiles a little and hugs you tightly, inhaling your intoxicating scent.

“So did I. How did it go?” you hug him back, patting his messed up light blue hair.

“It was great. I gathered more recruits, I think I’m growing more famous now,” he says proudly.

“Of course you are. Let’s go into my room to talk more about that,” you say sweetly, something which makes Shigaraki’s heart melt.

No one has ever tolerated his boasting and pride, no one until you joined his cause. Not only did you tolerate it, you listened carefully and actually enjoyed it, even asking him to come along to your bedroom to discuss it even further.

He can’t take it anymore. He thinks he’ll die of heartache if he holds himself back.

“Y/n!” he calls you. “I- I want to tell you something important.”

You wriggle your brows. “More important than your evil plans and your fame and recruits? How could that be possible?” you say with a slightly mocking tone.

“Yes, it is,” Shigaraki states and steps in closer to close the gap between you two.

Your face grows flustered as you see him up close personally. You study his features, taking in every tiny detail about his handsome face. His narrowed cat-like eyes with those brilliant red irises, his pointed nose, his scars that represent how long he’s endured until he became a villain, his mouth that looks so kissable-

And then he kisses you.

Full on the lips.

You’ve both kissed before, lightly on the cheek or head, but never on the lips. It was a boundary to be respected as a non-couple, but just close friends who grew intimate with the lack of affection they’ve received in the past.

But this, this was different. It was a full-on kiss right on the lips, tongues invading each other’s mouths, teeth biting at lips.

You close your eyes and melt into it, it feels so good that you don’t realise Shigaraki is holding on to you tightly like he’s afraid to let go.

Eventually, he does, gasping for air and his face getting beetroot red.

“S-shiggy,” you gape, realising that this was your first kiss.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles quietly, closing his eyes. “I wanted to say, I love you. A lot. But sorry for stealing your first kiss, I just couldn’t resist it. You can scream at me now, you can resent me, you can hit me with all your strength..”

He opens his eyes while lowering his head, tears dropping onto the floor as he sniffs. “I just- I was crazy for a second just now, I thought all the intimate touches, the kisses on my cheek, the hugging, it meant something, but obviously, why would someone as gorgeous as you like me back..”

It was more of a statement than a question and he sniffs again. You just stand there with your mouth agape, not comprehending any information that he had just blurted out.

“You- love me?” you stutter, slowly trying to work it out one by one.

“Yeah, now you can kick me,” he whispers while wiping away tears.

“But- but I like you too, Tomura,” you say calmly, taking him off guard.

“What?”

“I’ve probably liked you for more than you’ve liked me! You’re the hottest guy I’ve ever met, are you kidding me?” you smile and cry at the same time. “I always thought a merciless, powerful villain like you would never even look at a sidekick like me, that’s why I didn’t even try!”

Tomura looks at you with tears brimming in his eyes. “You don’t know how much I’ve been holding back- you much I’ve wanted to kiss you like this-”

You giggle and lean in to him for another peck on the lips.

“So…will you be my girlfriend, y/n l/n?” he asked nervously, scratching at his neck.

“Heck yes,” you give him a Cheshire grin and snuggle into his chest. He wipes his tears away and rests his head on yours, crooning in satisfaction.

“I love you, Tomura.”

“I love you more, y/n.”

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