#that guy was literally so fucking handsome i thought i will cry

[a-hazbin-reader]

OK ANOTHER IDEA

OK SO WE KNOW THAT ALASTOR IS A MAMAS BOY AND HAS AN AMAZING RELATIONSHIP WITH HER

SO WHAT IF ALASTOR HAD A FEM S/O BUT SHE HAS A TERRIBLE RELATIONSHIP WITH HER MOM, ITS JUST SO EMOTIONALLY TOXIC (especially with reader being an older sibling)

reader never tells him though because alastors relationship with his mom is good and she doesn’t wanna make him feel bad whenever he talks about her and one day readers mom comes to the hotel and reader DREADS it and becomes snappy but readers mom wins everyone over (of course alastor too). So when reader explains that she doesn’t want her mom around alastor can’t understand why and reader feels betrayed its only later when readers mom shows her true colors towards reader. And reader of course bites back (or at least tries too)

So basically angst to fluff and SORRY IF THATS SO MUCH😭😭

👀 Mommy issues??? 👀

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Emotionally Abusive mother, Reader suffering, Reader gets grabbed a few times, Ambiguous ending for mama

Description: ☝️⬆️

When it comes to mothers, it's safe to say you and Alastor had very different experiences

His mother was full of warmth and kindness towards him, doing her best to build him up into a great man

She loved him greatly and it shows whenever he talks about her

But your mother?? Your mother saw you as fucking competition and always found ways to put you down, to make herself better than you

Well maybe she should be the one who was cooking the meals, getting your younger siblings off to school on time or making sure everyone had clean clothes

Just the thought of her made your stomach flip and your legs shake

She would put you down all your life while claiming it was so that you could be a great woman just like her, but not too great, you have to remember who the better woman is

Well now you're both in hell so-

You put as much distance between her and yourself as you could, living your afterlife without her influence

You even got yourself a handsome powerful overlord boyfriend and new friends to share your life with

Even though you're supposed to be in hell, you couldn't be happier

At least you were until your mother showed up at the hotel, her face full of faux worry and tears

"Oh my precious girl! This is where you've been hiding? I was so worried!!"

Before Charlie can even shut the door, your mother has already shoved her way inside and literally dug her claws into you, hugging you

It's all you can do not to throw up, smothered by her familiar scent and grip, hearing her voice again after all this time

"Now let Mommy take a look at you-oh!!! And here I was worried that you were starving! Good to know you've put some weight on those bones!"

And it's already starting-

And now she's crying and rocking you in her arms, cooing about how much she's missed you and how she's never letting you go again

Charlie and the others are just staring at the two of you, completely enraptured by your mother, like everyone always is

She loved being the center of attention

When you finally come to your senses you push her away and create some distance, disturbed by the worried looks everyone is giving her

"Mom, why are you here?"

Oh don't everyone look at you like you're the bad guy!! She's the one who's only here because she wants something!!

"Maybe I wouldn't have to come track you down if you would just visit your poor mother every once in a while...she never even calls me, you know!"

And now she's crying again, Charlie immediately going to comfort her while Vaggie gives you a dirty look

Fucking mommy issues much? Don't fall for this crap

"I don't want to visit you, so just leave-"

"Well now, who is this~?"

Alastor! Yes! He can make her leave! You turn to give your boyfriend a pleading look but your mother catches his attention first

"Oh don't worry about who I am.. just a poor lonely mother who came to see her daughter...but I guess I'll show myself out.."

Alastor doesn't have to guess who she's talking about, even in death you always looked like your mother

His smile gets surprisingly warm and soft, taking your mother's hand in his own in a disgusting display of affection that used to only be for you

"You're Y/N's mother? My my, I should've guessed! You must have so many stories of her from her life! I simply must insist that you say."

ALASTOR NO

You feel sick but nobody notices, your mother already soaking up their attention and winning their hearts

So you turn and leave the hotel, unable to stand being in her presence any longer, you don't miss the smug look she gives you on your way out

You spend all day trying to avoid going back to the hotel until you're sure your mother is gone

You're more than disappointed to find her drinking tea with Alastor, the two of them laughing, her placing her hand on top of his

She always used to try and go after your boyfriends and that hasn't changed either

She hasn't changed

"Oh darling~! We hadn't realized you left! Alastor and I were simply having a moment~"

Alastor lights up when he sees you, only to be visibly confused by your troubled expression

"Y/N! Your mother was just telling me about her life before you! She was quite a wildcard back then!"

Your mother is practically drooling over him, rubbing his hand and winking

"I'm still wild if you ever care to find out!"

You've had it

You tug your mother's hand off of Alastor, forcing her to stand up and look you in the eyes

"You need to leave! Right now!"

And here come the waterworks again

"Y/N..! Darling, what did I do wrong? I'm your mother please don't throw me out like this!"

You just start pushing her towards the door and you slam it shut behind her, sighing in relief

That is until you look at Alastor's face, his smile seeming strained

"Y/N! You can't just throw her out like that, not only is that bad manners but that's no way to treat the woman who raised you!"

Raised you? You raised yourself!!

"Alastor, you don't know what you're talking about so please just stay out of it. You don't know what she's like-"

You're trying to stay calm-

"She's your mother, it's not like she's some evil creature-"

"SHE'S IN HELL OF COURSE SHE'S EVIL-"

"So are you and I, my dear."

You try to put your foot down, tell him that you don't want her here but he's already opening the door for her and letting her back in

She looks so pleased with herself

He invites her to stay the night because of course he does, he would do it for his own mother so why not yours

You try not to give her the satisfaction of seeing you cry but your eyes are already hot and watery

"I-I'm going to bed..!"

Alastor calls for you, trying to resolve things then and there but the only response he gets is your door slamming shut

He goes to go after you but your mother stops him with a gentle hand to the shoulder

"Now now...let her cool off for a bit then I'll go make sure she's alright, a mother always knows how to cheer up her child~"

It feels like you spend hours crying in your bed, feeling so hurt that Alastor took her side over yours

Your mom isn't like his, she doesn't nurture, she just takes from you and bullies you

Later, just when you've about cried yourself to sleep, you hear the bedroom door open

"Alastor..?"

"Not a chance, pet."

Now what does she want

"Why are you even here?"

Suddenly she pounces on you, grabbing your wrists tightly, eyes wild with fury she must've been containing this whole time

You don't even know why she's so mad at you, you haven't seen her in years-

"You think you're better than me now, is that it? Now that you're on your own, living in some fancy hotel, got some powerful boytoy, hiding behind hell's princess?"

As a kid, she seemed so strong but now you easily rip out of her grasp and manage to create some distance between you two

"I'm not hiding behind anyone! I'm just trying to get away from you!"

"Oh no no no, that's not how this works! I am your mother! If I have to be miserable and live in filth then so do you!"

"Why are you even here!?"

"Because it's not fair! I deserve to be here! Not some ungrateful little bitch who just happened to fall out of me!"

She lunges at you and you try to dodge her but she manages to grab you by your hair, yanking you back

You're about to start swinging when Alastor is suddenly there, watching the two of you in bewilderment

Then that bewilderment melts away into understanding, then anger

The radio sounds in the room are suddenly deafening, your mother letting go of you so she can cover her ears

You take the chance to kick her away, watching as she tumbles and loses consciousness from the impact

Alastor kneels beside you but you flinch away from him, still feeling hurt

"Y/N...I'm so sorry..." He does look properly ashamed, his smile a little watery

"Why didn't you just tell me that she was like this..?"

How could you even begin to start?? That you didn't want to somehow sour his opinion of mothers by telling him about your own?

That you didn't want him to feel guilty for having a mother who loved him while you grew up having to be a mother to your siblings because your own mom had none to give??

It's just word vomit at this point, but Alastor simply gathers you into his arms, tutting as he checks your scalp and fixes your hair

When he gets to your wrists where your mother grabbed than his smile turns positively venomous, giving your mother a deadly look

"What do you want me to do with her? Anything you ask..."

You're a little irritated that he brought her up, having been too relaxed by the feeling of his lips against your palm

"I just want her out of here..."

And that's all it takes, Alastor calls for Niffty and has her take out the trash, her scuttling out gleefully while dragging your mother

Niffty doesn't even care, she's just happy to have a new toy

You didn't realize how stressed out you were until it was just the two of you, Alastor rubbing your back soothingly

You don't know when you fall asleep but when you wake up Alastor is kissing the side of your face, looking as apologetic as he can be

You manage to convince him to apologize in morning snuggles and by the time you two come downstairs everyone else is awake

"Where is Y/N's mom?"

Not Niffty giggling and running out of the room

Alastor simply shakes his head and wraps an arm around your waist to hold you closer

"She is gone and won't ever be visiting again, I would like to ask that nobody brings her up again~"

Something about the way he says it manages to shut everyone up

Alastor takes you out to eat your favorite breakfast and spends the day spoiling you

He doesn't bring up the events of last night until the two of you are in bed, entangled in each other's arms

"You didn't ruin my opinion of mothers, you know."

"I didn't?"

"No, in fact, it sounds like you were quite the mother back in your day~"

Not his hand rubbing your belly

OH MAMA THIS ONE TOOK ALL DAY! I hope you liked it!!

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin x reader

[jyoongim]

I was just thinking like..alastor in his nun outfit…Charlie takes us to confession for like an admitting our sins exercise (but it’s actually just in the hotel) to confess our sins, we admit to fantasising about Alastor and we reveal our dirty fantasies and he hears it..maybe decides to act on it to cleanse us of our sins….IDKKK

FORGIVE ME DADDY FOR I HAVE SINNED

(Love your writing btw) 

I LOVE YOU!!!! Thank you for reading my horny writings babe!!!

Title: Sweet Confession

”uuuuhhhh Charlie why do we have to confess our sins? Ain’t that a little personal?” Angel asked as she finished explaining her new ‘bonding’ exercise.

The princess beamed “That’s the whole point! To acknowledge your wrong doings and knowing that you can be vulnerable with the sins you’ve committed”

The group groaned but went on with it.

She had a curtain set up to give privacy and a chair to sit and you just spilled out your darkest secrets to a box?

it wasn’t her worst idea. Being vulnerable was good…so what was the harm?

You fiddled with your fingers as you took a seat.

This reminded you of when your mother would force to to church and seek advice from a priest about your woes. You never really understood the point.

You hadn’t committed the most elaborate sin, but you weren’t a pure sinner either.

“Remember take all the time you need! Crying is good!” You heard Charlie say as she closed the curtain, leaving you to yourself.

”what are you here to confess?” A automatic voice said from the box.

What could you confess? Your sin was boring…

”I-I have been pledged with rather lewd thoughts” you said shyly.

”I know it sounds crazy but I…I think about Alastor in these thoughts”

’Why?’ The voice responded.

You bit your lip “I don’t know. He’s witty, confident, rough around the edges. He’s always around and so helpful. I kind of feel bad now” your shoulders wilted.

”He’s just my kind of guy I guess. Tall, Dark, oh so handsome my gooooodddd” you gushed.

”and how do you think of him in these thoughts of yours?”

You gulped “He’s just so polite and a gentleman that it just does something to me. Under all that, he’s a demon. Its hot and mysterious and I just want him to fuck my brains out…not literally…well the fuck part literally but not til I’m dead”

”I want him. Like carnally. I knooooow I can be a good girl for him. I would let that man do anything to me. I want to give my utter and complete devotion to him as he ruins me. I want him to like its a need to breathe. He lives in my head rent free!” You whined.

”I don’t go a single night without touching myself to his voice. Its like velvet. I imagine how he would growl in my ear as he watch me tease myself. Pouring out praise and degrading words as I whine for his dick…oooohhh his dick I know its big I just know it. I need him inside me. To fill me with his cum. To carve my pussy to his shape and make me lose my mind. I think about being his willingly. I don’t need a deal to give him my soul” you trailed off. You hadn’t realized you were ranting. The very confession had your face flushed, thighs clenching at the thought of your fantasy coming true.

You laughed, shaking our head “I guess that’s a sin? Having lustful thoughts about some one? I didn’t really think anything of it but it felt good to admit that to something. people would think I’m crazy…fantasizing about the Radio Demon knocking the coins out of me hahaha”

You took a deep breathe and emerged from the curtain, feeling a bit better for confessing your darkest desires.

Alastor had a wide Cheshire smile on his face. Listening to the hotel’s residents secrets and woes gave him a sense of entertainment.

 Your confession about the red demon was very interesting.

Alastor’s mind had formed a very detailed picture of your confession.

You, doe-eyed and wanton as you whined for his cock. He would make you beg him to fuck you. To ruin you.

You shaking from overstimulation and covered in his cum flashed in his mind.

He chuckled darkly at the thought, Oh what a pretty pet you will make.

And who would he be if he didn’t make you sweet little fantasy a reality?

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #jyoongim #alastor x y/n #alastor smut #alastor hazbin hotel

[just-null-cult]

YO, SUPER LATE SUPER LONG SUPER MESSY OCTOBER POST THAT I JUST SHOVED EVERYTHING INTO BC I DIDN'T WANT TO DO MULTIPLE. FUCK IT.

I forgot halfway that these were supposed to be costumes and not mini aus... SO REMEMBER IN MY PLACE, EVERYTHING IS HYPOTHETICAL. also. some have a bit of yandere elements to them bc its SO FITTING FOR NORITOSHI.

Happy late October, everyone. it's winter now. Let's get it, baby.

[Long rambles and doodles under the cut!]

Vampire!

I kept asking myself, "How sexy is too sexy.." and "How the fuck does a sexy vampire even look like without it being a shirtless guy w fangs or Edward Cullen....." I think I figured it out

Sure, sure, vampires are superhumans with sun allergies that can drink blood really hotly. They can also easily overpower you to feast and blah blah blah, but what if said vampire (Noritoshi) was too weak to do any of that? Not literally, but he craves your say. He wants not only your blood but your affection. He wants to get praised as he drinks you in. Are you comfortable? How much will you allow him to take? Do you want to get him back in return? Guidance with this makes him feel more at ease. It's still Noritoshi at the end of the day. He's going to find a way to be a little awkward about you because of his crush. He refuses to drink from anyone other than you, even if it causes his death. Therefore, he has to keep you healthy! For the rest of your lives..! Besides, he can't really go outside or else he'd.. y'know. So if you think about it, this is a very beneficial relationship for both of you!!

The only downside is that you're losing blood on the regular, and for some reason, more people are moving away... Probably nothing, right? Noritoshi is always there to keep you company and help you recover anyways.

Witch!

my attempts also bled into the witch design.... you got greedy with requesting two in one ask, but I'll spoil you this time bc I also wanted to see Noritoshi as a (sexy) vampire and witch. heh. AND I DIDNT REALIZE HED BE SO CUTE AS A WITCH..... WHAT THE FUCK?? rip momo, fight for your title of cute witch...

Noritoshi strikes me as one of those witches who'd rather be left to their own devices because they're running some important magic whatever in the background. though, he'll take some breaks and indulge you if you insist on having him around. Insist meaning you pass by and strike conversation, leaving him to neglect anything and everything to prioritize his time with you. He doesn't want to use magic on you unless it's beneficial for either you or both. Noritoshi likes a natural progression with you that he knows for a fact is true and not some product of some spell. Though it doesn't mean he wouldn't use charms and such to get you to interact with him more often to speed up the process!

Can't sleep? He has a remedy perfect for that! Bad luck? Oh no, take a charm. Nerves? A potion he perfected will help you ease your jitters. Annoying peers? With a snap of Noritoshi's fingers, they're gone! Just don't ask what happened. Enjoy yourself instead and come to him with any new issue. He's quick to resolve it.

Definitely has some sort of doll that looks suspiciously like you.. Noritoshi would probably talk to it and practice one liners that give you the strongest sense of nostalgia once he uses them. He's simultaneously giddy that the charm he put in the doll works but also a little annoyed that his hard work isn't surprising you, but leaving you with deja vu.

Idol!

i was crying the entire time bc what does an idol look like.... noritoshi is handsome enough to be an idol without actually being an idol... now i can confirm that idols are very well dressed though. thumbs up 100% but i had some thoughts...

[Idol]

Noritoshi would be the type to cherish his fans, but hold clear favoritism over you. he'd be those idols that look cold, but they talk, and they sound smug in a charming way. i don't know much about idols, but i know he'd be so fucking good.... he'd be the type of guy to sing to you amongst the hundreds in the crowd.... ahhh the interviews w these famous aus. they're just talking and acting like themselves. can you imagine Noritoshi getting asked the question if he has a lover or not? he can lie, im sure you're alright with that, but he doesn't want to!! he does have someone!!! someone he loves more than all his fans love for him combined!!! he just can't say it for the sake of your privacy and his career. so Noritoshi does what any charming guy who's good with their words does. he deflects the question. answering the question, but not really, that'd be something he's known for. fans online are split on why Noritoshi does this. some think he's trying to keep that side of his life private, others think he's trying to mess around, and others think he's hiding a secret lover!!! though the last one is usually seen as the outlandish one, sometimes it makes Noritoshi's heart drop bc they get some things right. "Having a lover is a complicated question hidden behind a simple disguise. If I had to answer, I'd say my lovers are my audience. they make sure i'm well cared for, some more than others." AND HIS FUCKING LITTLE SMIRK I CANT COUGHS UP BLOOD. IM A THEORIST TOO. SECRET LOVER. 🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵

ON THE FLIP SIDE....

[Not an Idol]

An amusing thought where Noritoshi goes out in his casual clothes, and he's mistaken for an idol. No one knows who he is, but he just looks like he'd be one. bro's just trying to buy groceries, and now he has a fan group asking him to take pictures with them.. He'd tell them that he's just a guy, not an idol, but the group would still want a picture with him. it'd be a waste to pass by someone who's so naturally gorgeous, so with a sigh of defeat, he relents. It's just a photo, right? No harm done. Noritoshi'd go home and feel overwhelmed/embarrassed by the whole ordeal. later, he gets a call from someone in the kyoto group or you to inform him how he's all over social media, known as that handsome guy in the supermarket. HED BE COMPLETELY UNREACHABLE TO MEDIA OUTLETS BC NORITOSHI IS THAT GUY WHO DOESNT HAVE SOCIAL MEDIA.... he'd have to make one to make sure no one pretends to be him online. "Hello, I don't use social media, but I've been informed I've been getting attention online. To prevent anyone from being fooled by an impersonator, this is my official and only account. thank you." P.R. STATEMENT WRITING ASS.. his single post gets flooded with likes, comments, and DMs. it almost blows up his phone..... he was just buying bread, dude...... people try to dig up and find him through the other Kyoto group's social media.

[bonus] my second in command requested to put him in a fem idol outfit bc he thought it was funny. after frothing at the mouth and coughing out blood, I complied.

Doctor!

THIS IS SUCH A STRAIGHT FORWARD ASK BUT IT HAS SO MANY IMPLICATIONS. MY BELOVED CULT MEMBER.. THOSE EMOJIS GIVE ME A DIFFERENT IMPRESSION BUT IM NOT SURE.

Noritoshi as a doctor...... apple sales would plummet. his little clinic's business would skyrocket. sick cases would peak in his area. getting your heart checked by his stethoscope would be so fucking embarrassing bc all he'd hear is THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP

LIKE IMAGINE IF THAT WAS YOUR DOCTOR? BRO.

COUGH COUGH HACK WHEEZE COUGH COUGH.

Noritoshi would probably own a small clinic that he wants to expand. That or he opened one after working for a hospital for a while. He's a great doctor who's most likely respected but a pain in the ass to work with. Among patients, he's gotten the hot doctor reputation. Most want to be treated by him, but he's so professional, any chance of trying to flirt goes down the drain. Yeah, he puts his hair up to avoid it in his face even though his eyes are closed classic lab safety procedures. He seems like the type to have a soothing but authoritative voice during examination, so he gets his message across. it's a bit difficult when dealing with patients for Noritoshi. If he sees them too often, he firstly scolds you for not taking care of yourself, then feels guilty for not giving you the proper care. Keep yourself safe and healthy, or else Noritoshi will clearly :( Putting him in a yandere setting would be dangerous. He'd have a lot of control over you, considering he can prescribe medication, shots, visits, and other things.... he'd have a ball.... nothing that would cause you any harm, of course. he's only looking out for you and doing what's best for you..!

Pirate!

my second in command wanted a pirate. pirates are so fucking cool and i know damn well if this guy were a pirate he'd have a bunch of battle scars under that fancy coat.

Noritoshi as a pirate would be more than a little odd, but also fitting. He looks like the type of guy who'd be well put together, yet he's willing to get his hands dirty. Like the guy who got into the pirate life because of some personal issue that couldn't be solved fast enough through conventional means. Even as a pirate, i imagine he holds everyone to high standards. They're still pirates though.. so his expected standards aren't even that high. He has more freedom here, so even he himself lets loose once or twice. Especially with you. He's even able to get away with more violent actions for you, the seas are unpredictable, after all. While taking some treasure, Noritoshi'd toss you a gem or golden coin, just so you can say you were the first to claim it. Just so he can see that happy glint in your eyes when getting your hands on treasure. God forbid anyone try to get their hands on your hard earned goods. They'd be met with a bullet to the foot or a sword at their neck. Everyone and their mother knows how you're his favorite, but Noritoshi downplays it. Its not a crime to help out someone from his crew is it? Not in the seven seas. He leans more into his cold ruthless killer side here. He has goals and people to help keep in line whether hes captain or not. Yet when around you, he's almost adorable in how he shows you a pearl so entrancing that it reminded him of you.

Corpse Bride!

my submission to my Noritoshi Halloween costume closet.. CORPSE BRIDE, THIS MOVIE FUCKS. esp w the yandere elements.

Noritoshi 100% made you recite the wedding vows to him before accepting the ring. If you fumbled up, he'd correct you with SO much attitude and expect you to start from the top until you got it perfectly.

Hypothetically, in the chalice scene towards the end..

Noritoshi is the type to never be fully relaxed unless he knows for sure you'll be eternally his. In this scenario, YOU proposed to HIM but have to die to continue being together. Not only that, but someone in the living world is also after your heart. Someone who bleeds. Someone who's the obvious choice. Someone who can give you the life that you deserve. Someone who will succeed in their pursuits if you. remain. alive. Noritoshi's life was cut short, yet he still managed to lose so much and be abandoned a considerable amount of times. When he meets you and finds out about the possibility of having to go through that again even in death, it finally clicks in his rotting mind. He realizes he's been doing something wrong to keep constantly failing. Noritoshi revises his methods to a more.. selfish course. Why should he care about anyone else's wants or how his actions hurt them? You were the only one who made him truly fulfilled, to make him feel alive. The only one who deserves anything and everything good that comes from this world. Destiny is never done toying with him when he realizes your marriage is invalid because of your pulse and his lack thereof no matter how hard he'd try, but the opportunity arises. of course, he's ecstatic to give you an afterlife worth much more than what a silly beating heart can achieve. "All people die eventually. If you miss your living family or friends, all it takes is patience, darling. I'll wait by your side in the meantime." He weighs the pros and cons of everything, but when it comes to swaying manipulating your thoughts he only highlights the ones that'll get you on his side. in this case, the pros of dying to be with him! Honestly, the answer was so obvious that Noritoshi didn't know why he was stressing about it before. It hurts him to see you in any type of pain, but he reassures both himself and you that it'll only be for a moment. Afterward, he'll have the rest of your afterlives to make it up to you!! What happened to Till Death Do Us Part? Noritoshi thinks it's insulting that something as shallow as that could be so widely accepted. If your love were true, it wouldn't stop just because the world decided to take them away. "Till death do us part? Darling, don't be silly. 'Not even death will do us part' feels much better, doesn't it?" 

#noritoshi #kamo noritoshi #noritoshi kamo #noritoshi x reader #kamo noritoshi x reader #noritoshi kamo x reader #yandere noritoshi #yandere kamo noritoshi #yandere noritoshi kamo #merry october #??? #ragingbisegzual #charamander459 #I FUCKING LIVED THROGUH THIS GOD I FELT SO BAD I TOOK SO LONG ESP SINCE ITS ALREADY HALFWAY INTO NOVEMBER BUT HERE WE GO. BABY IS HERE #i thought i was so smart making this look like a fashion show. anyway hi im still alive just busy #vampire and witch nori were makin my brain fry bc all the outfits for guys were their shirt off. it was both funny and testing my creativit #as for idol.. heh. <- in love with forbidden love and secret relationships and 'we shouldnt be doing this' 'i know' *does it anyway* #I WAS TEARING MY HAIR OUT AT DOCTOR. LIKE I LIKE THE CONCEPT BUT WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO.. PUT HIM IN SCRUBS??? #im not upset im just so entertained by how straight forward you were yet there are still so many implications in this ask #LIKE YOU WROTE FOUR WORDS AND TWO EMOJIS AND THATS ALL IT TOOK FOR ME TO DO A DOUBLE TAKE #now that i think abt it. i shouldve put him in a hot nurse outfit... //punches myself in the face #THATS WHY ANY FAMOUS/ROYAL/REPUTATION AU IS MY SHIT BC THEY HAVE TO HIDE THEIR RELATIONSHIP/EACHOTHER AGH FROTHS AT THE MOUTH #i love how the pirate noritoshi is a cool guy until he sees you and turns into a simp #CORPSE BRIDE WAS SO SELF INDULGENT. THAT MOVIE FUCKS SO HARD. THE USE OF 'DARLING' WAS BC EMILY USED IT IN THE MOVIE #IT HAD SO MANY YAN VIBES BUT FUCK. WHY DID YOU HAVE TO BE SUCH A GREEN FLAG EMILY. I LOVE YOU #heh. the lace and mask are supposed to represent the bones and such. didnt mean to give him a phantom of the opera look.. though it fits...

[bastardmandennis]

pretty when you cry (jonathan levy x fem!reader)

Summary: You don't mind being Jonathan's TA--until he makes a mistake that almost costs you your job, and you decide to confront him about it.

Word Count: 4.9k (i need help)

AO3

Warnings: SMUT, literally pure smut. afab reader, no y/n, lots of pet names, slight power imbalance (professor jonathan/TA reader), crying (sexually and normal), drinking, smoking, asthma/inhalers (loser), men crying begging whimpering etc, slight dom/sub vibes? ish?, oral (m&f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), technically cheating (but imagine mira signed the divorce papers right away and isn't coming back at all, so technically not cheating? iffy), riding, dirty talk, coming untouched, im so bad at tagging things smh if i missed something pls let me know!

A/N: this is extremely niche and self-indulgent (i wrote this mostly for me and @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin tbh)--ty for indulging in the professor jonathan brainrot with me!! im so obsessed with this pathetic man. title comes from lana del rey’s song pretty when you cry (for obvious reasons). enjoy! xx

“I came here…I came here because you fucked me!” That gets his attention. He stubs the burning cigarette out on the counter, coughing wildly, eyes wide as he gestures to you in between wheezes. You spot his inhaler on the kitchen island next to you and hand it to him wordlessly. His ring finger is noticeably bare as he wraps his hand around the inhaler. He takes a deep breath, then another, slowly exhaling out into the silent kitchen. “Excuse me?” he says. Your cheeks burn.

After another long shitty day in a long shitty week, all you wanted to do was get home at a reasonable time, maybe have a nice glass of wine and a bath, and not talk to anyone for the next 3-5 business days. Today happened to be the worst day of all–you’d just gotten called into the philosophy department chair’s office, where she scolded you for a mistake in the curriculum.

A mistake that wasn’t even yours.

As a teaching assistant, you usually got stuck with the grunt work that the professor didn’t feel like doing. Last year, for example, you’d gotten stuck working with a man so old he didn’t know where he was half the time. That’s tenure for you.

You thought this year would be different: new year, new professor, new group of anxious overachieving students. And it was different, but not necessarily better.

Because you’d gotten stuck TA-ing for Jonathan Levy, the most handsome, charismatic–and let’s be real, a little absent-minded–professor in the department–maybe even the whole school. 

You slunk out of the department chair’s office, cheeks blazing and heart pounding. One slip-up would’ve been bad enough, but this was technically your last straw. And if you got put on probation, or worse, kicked out, all because of Jonathan, you’d have to find some way to ruin his life in return. Tenure be damned. 

The thing is, he’s not a bad teacher, not at all. He shows up to every class with a big smile, already rambling about the latest topic of the day as he walks into the lecture hall. He’s passionate, if a little disheveled–the stereotypical professor archetype. He clearly loves what he does, and if you hadn’t seen the glint of a wedding band on his hand that first day, well…

But no, he’s off limits personally and professionally. And that made you want him even more. 

The thing is, he’s always so fucking oblivious to your attempts at flirting. Like the day you’d worn a short skirt to class, crossing and uncrossing your legs every time he looked in your direction, and he’d barely even looked at your bare legs. Or the night before Thanksgiving break, when you’d invited him to come out with some of your colleagues for a drink, letting your hand linger on the soft sweater covering his arm, and all he’d done was give you a goofy smile and mentioned wanting to leave early to beat the traffic.

So yeah, he wasn’t a bad guy, but he’s been clearly going through something these past few weeks. His normally rumpled clothes now look extremely disheveled, sometimes showing up two days a row in the same outfit. You’d never seen him look so hopeless, the way he raked his hand through his greying curls and mumbled vague instructions to the class about the test next week.

It wasn’t unusual for him to email you well into the early hours of the morning occasionally, sending a link to some journal he didn’t want to lose, an article he asked you to print out for class the next day. But something about this one lighting up your phone screen at 2am the morning before seemed extra…pathetic.

hey–can you handle class tmrw? not feeling good. attaching test for you. x j

It made you pause, this short misspelled email. You could usually expect a 3 paragraph minimum email from him, including a detailed report about how and why he wouldn’t be there tomorrow. This…this wasn’t right. But when you opened the attached word document with the test, everything looked normal. You had no reason to question it when you printed out the required 150 copies the next morning, when you handed out each one to a hall full of bleary-eyed students, when they shuffled to deposit the tests on your desk on the way out. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, even the next day when you’d left them in Jonathan’s office to grade. (Technically your job, but he liked to take his time writing detailed notes and explanations on why he was marking an answer wrong that you just hadn’t mastered yet.)

And yet, here you were after getting your entire ass handed to you by the department chair. The problem, according to her? Jonathan’s grading of the tests–it was inconsistent, vague, no sense or pattern to which answers he’d marked wrong or why. Enough students had complained–or rather, gotten their parents to complain, fucking trust fund kids–that she decided to investigate. And since it was supposed to be your job to grade tests, as the lowly TA, the punishment fell on your shoulders.

Bullshit.

Cheeks flaming, crumpled test in hand, you march down to Jonathan’s office, ready to semi-professionally rip him a new one for putting you in this position. His office was dark, empty–he rarely showed up to office hours on a good day, let alone with whatever’s been going on with him lately. Coward.

Before you could totally think it through, you reached for your phone and pulled up a new email. 

Where are you right now? Need to talk to you. 

You wait, pacing around the crowded office, not wanting to stop and let your anger fade. If he wasn’t such a control freak, if you’d been able to grade the tests like you were supposed to, this wouldn’t have happened. 

A silver picture frame lays face down on the desk, and you pick it up carefully. You’ve seen it before–a picture of Jonathan and his wife Mira on their wedding day. She’s wearing some (objectively hideous) mermaid style gown, but he looks…so good. His hair is slightly shorter in the picture, less grey, a light stubble grazing his jaw instead of the full beard he wears now. His eyes are crinkled as he smiles at her–the same way he looks at you sometimes. You swallow back the sudden nausea and flip the frame back over.

Finally your phone pings with a new message:

home today. can this wait? 

No, it absolutely cannot. 

You’re around the desk and sitting in his scratchy office chair before you realize it, leaning over to type in his computer password (Ava123, of course) and quickly finding his name and address on the department directory. If he didn’t have time to talk to you here, well, you’d show up and make him make time.

It’s quiet as you navigate the backroads to his house, whistling to yourself when it comes into view. There’s his beat-up Subaru in the driveway, so at least he wasn’t lying about being home. You park across the street, letting your car shudder to a stop and marching up to the front door before you can change your mind.

You lay your finger on the doorbell once, then again when there’s no answer. It’s a cute little neighborhood, very quiet. You shiver in the late February air, realizing you left your coat in Jonathan’s office on your way over. Fuck it. You pound your fist against the door, abandoning all sense of subtlety.

Finally you hear signs of life inside–the creak of wooden stairs, a low fuck, shit, when he bangs into something, and he’s talking as he flings open the front door.

“Mira, I said–oh.”

The fight leaves your body immediately upon seeing him. He looks flustered, even more so than usual. You’ve never seen him this casual in a crewneck UMass sweatshirt and grey sweatpants. His socks have little rubber ducks on them. It feels weirdly intimate, like you shouldn’t be seeing him like this right now, this man you’ve never seen in no less than four different layers no matter what time of year.

You clear your suddenly dry throat. “Professor Levy, sorry, I–I have to talk to you. Is this, um, is this a bad time?”

“Bad time?” He chuckles sarcastically, gesturing to his outfit, his wild hair even fluffier than usual. His glasses sit crooked on the end of his nose. “I can’t think of a better time. Come on in.”

After a slight hesitation you do, stepping over various toddler shoes and toys scattered around the entryway. He doesn’t say anything as you follow him to the kitchen, searching through the cluttered drawers for a lighter and a half-opened pack of cigarettes. You didn’t even know he smoked–seems ironic for someone with bad asthma, but you bite your tongue and try not to make a joke to fill the uncomfortable silence. He gestures the pack to you, offering, shrugging when you shake your head. He cracks the back door slightly and inhales deeply, letting the heavy smoke flow out into the night air.

“So,” he says through a cough. “What’s–why are you here? Sorry, that was rude but I’m just a little confused.”

You watch his arms curl around himself, the way his biceps bulge even through his bulky sweatshirt, and suddenly you can’t remember why you’re mad. Oh right, the tests.

“Professor, I just–”

“Jonathan, please,” he quickly says. “You’re in my house, I think you’ve earned the right to be on a first-name basis.”

“Okay. Jonathan.” you begin again. 

You don’t know why you’re suddenly nervous–you’ve had so many conversations with him before, able to go toe-to-toe with him in any of the many arguments you find yourself in. So why is standing here in his house that smells so much like him, so cozy and smoky and a little papery, watching him smoke in his comfy clothes, make you want to turn and run?

“I came here…I came here because you fucked me!”

That gets his attention. He stubs the burning cigarette out on the counter, coughing wildly, eyes wide as he gestures to you in between wheezes. You spot his inhaler on the kitchen island next to you and hand it to him wordlessly. His ring finger is noticeably bare as he wraps his hand around the inhaler. He takes a deep breath, then another, slowly exhaling out into the silent kitchen.

“Excuse me?” he says. Your cheeks burn.

“Not like that, I mean–” you remember the test in your bag and pull it out, slapping it down on the island. He squints and fumbles for his glasses, tucking them behind his ears as he peers down at the jumbled writing. You can smell the cigarette smoke clinging to him as he leans in your space, reading the paper on the counter.

“Oh,” he says. He rubs a hand over his scruffy jaw sheepishly, looking up at you through dark lashes. “I see. Did Sandra give you a hard time?”

Oh? That’s all he has to say? You feel the fire return from earlier, remember why exactly you were mad at him in the first place, with everything at stake for you. Of course he wasn’t worried–it wasn’t his ass on the line for this kind of fuckup.

“Yeah, you could say that.” You don’t try to hide the bitterness from your voice. “She–she wants to put me on probation, Jonathan. Said enough parents complained, big donors, and if one more threatened to pull their donation I’d be done–”

“Hey, hey, hey.” He steps closer, reaching a hesitant hand out to cover yours where it’s gripping the edge of the counter. His thumb smooths over your knuckles, back and forth, back and forth. “I’ll talk to Sandra, don’t worry about it, okay honey? They’re not getting rid of you that easy, huh?”

You manage a watery smile. His eyes are so warm, crinkled up in the corners as he looks at you. His thumb comes to nudge your chin up and you smile, and then he’s stepping away and clearing his throat. You miss his warmth immediately.

Now you’re embarrassed–he probably thinks you’re crazy, showing up at his house over something so simple. But he just looks at you, reaching up to push his glasses back up on his nose.

“Thank you Prof–Jonathan,” you say. Maybe you’re imagining the way his eyes darken when you say his name. Just a trick of the light, the way his eyes seem to linger on your nipples poking through your thin impractical t-shirt. Or…maybe not, if the way he shifts until he’s standing right in front of you again is any indication.

“You, um. You want a drink, or something?” he husks. “Came all the way out here, right? Let me—I was just about to pour myself a glass of wine. Want one?”

“I shouldn’t really, we have an early class tomorrow I have to get ready for…”

He scoffs. Finds two glasses in the cabinet, pouring a generous amount into each from the open bottle of red wine on the counter. He hands one to you, and when you don’t immediately take it, wraps his hand around your fingers to make you hold it. His hand is so warm and covers yours completely.

“I have it on good authority,” he says, “that class will be canceled tomorrow, anyway.”

You take a long sip, mostly to hide the smile pulling your lips. His eyes never leave yours as he drinks his own wine, watching you watch the pull of his throat as he swallows. Again you realize the finger usually wearing his wedding band is bare, a little sad looking. Just like him.

“So…how’s Mira?” you say gently.

His expression tightens, eyebrows pulling together as he scoffs.

“Don’t really know,” he says. “She, ah…left me. A week ago, now.” His Adam’s apple bobs as he chokes the words out.

“Jonathan, I’m–fuck, I’m so sorry,” you place your hand on his, unsure how to comfort him properly.

He shrugs, sniffs a little and turns so you can’t see the tears in his eyes. “Yeah, well. It’s been over for a while. I should’ve known when she stopped wanting to…” he clears his throat again. “Sorry you don’t, you don’t need to hear about this.”

Another tear slips out and you reach out before he can, bumping the edge of his glasses as you wipe it off. He’s silent, barely moving, and then he leans into your touch even more with a low groan. 

“You know the best way to get over her?” you ask suddenly. He blinks more tears away and stares at you, uncomprehending. Heart pounding, you take his hand and lead him to the stairs, arousal growing with every step you take. He doesn’t resist, letting you direct him upstairs, down the hall to a big bedroom with an even bigger bed in the middle of the room. 

One side of the covers are turned down, rumpled and thrown off. On the nightstand is the book he assigned for class next week–you know if you opened it, it’d be covered in nearly incomprehensible scribbles, post-its, half thoughts only he could figure out. You’d had to decipher his chicken scratch more than once.

Jonathan is silent as you examine the room, doesn’t say anything when you find your way into the walk-in closet. One side is almost completely bare, just a few dresses strewn across the floor. You step over them, ignoring the low noise he makes, and run your fingers across the sweaters hung up neatly on the other side, the brown corduroy pants you recognize immediately, the ones that have no business making his ass look that good. It’s not what you expected–the room, the closet, the bathroom–they’re all clean and tidy to the point of feeling sterile.

He’s leaning against the door jamb when you emerge from the closet. He clears his throat once. “What are you–I mean–”

“Do you or do you not want to fuck me right now?” you say, just to watch the flush spread across his cheeks, the way he shifts in place. He doesn’t look up until you move to stand right in front of him. The steady thrum of arousal you always feel around him, the one you’ve managed to push down and ignore out of respect for his wife, for your career and his, spreads unchecked like a wildfire.

“Of course, honey,” he whispers, rubbing at his watery eyes with a thick finger and you rub your thighs together.

Heart racing, you tell him get on the bed, and he scrambles to listen, perching on the rumpled side of the bed, the one he’s clearly been sleeping on, but that’s not what you want.

“No,” you say, and he freezes, apology already on his lips. “The whole bed.”

Something passes through his eyes, darkening until they look almost black in the low light of the room. He flips the other side of the covers down without hesitation, and when he leans back in the middle of the bed you can see the growing outline of his cock through his sweatpants. 

His eyes follow you as you stand at the foot of the bed, hands fisting the sheets as you run a hand under your own shirt, lifting it up an inch, then two, before dropping it down again. He groans, low and deep, and you feel a little thrill at the noise, how wrecked he looks already. He’s so easy.

“Take your glasses off,” you instruct, and even before you finish speaking he’s pulling them off and setting them gently on the nightstand. Just waiting for you to tell him what to do next. His throat bobs with a hard swallow. 

“Lean back and don’t move. If you do, I’m gonna stop, okay?” He looks dazed but nods, fisting his hands by his side in the sheets to keep them there. 

You quickly shed your jeans and t-shirt, ignoring the whine in his throat when he sees your exposed skin, the light fabric of your panties already damp with want, and crawl up to settle in between his spread legs. For a moment you sit there, not sure what you want to do next. Would he let you sit on his face? Slip a finger or two inside you until you’re dripping, begging for him to fuck you? No, tonight should be about him first, you decide quickly. 

You scratch your nails through his beard and he hums, leaning into your touch. He doesn’t move as you take his face between your hands, keeps his hands to his side until you shift forward until you’re hovering over the bulge in his sweatpants. He throws his head back with a low thunk against the headboard, gripping your sides with his warm hands as he tries to pull you down, closer to where he’s hard and aching.

“Jonathan,” you say mock-sternly and his eyes fly open immediately. You shake your head, lifting yourself up and back over to the end of the bed and he panics, hands scrabbling at the empty air.

“No c’mon, I’ll be good, come back–can you just, just touch me please, honey?”

His face is flushed, chest heaving as he watches you settle by his feet again. He’s still wearing those damn socks. His breath catches once but when you look up in alarm he smiles, gives you a thumbs up. What a loser.

“I think you’ll like this better, though,” you whisper. “Take your shirt off.”

And he does, whipping it off into the corner of the room before you can say anything else. His chest glints with sweat as he leans back again, breathing heavily. You run your fingers down his stomach, through the light trail of hair that disappears into his sweats and he groans, bucking his hips up. 

Your fingers run under the waistband of his pants slowly, a barely-there brush of fingers that he tries to buck up into again. You push him down, holding him to the bed by his hips and he just lets you. It’s hotter than it should be.

“Are you gonna be good and stay still?” you ask. He nods quickly and you smile at him, ignoring the stickiness between your thighs. You pull down the waistband of his pants and to your surprise his cock bobs up, ruddy and thick and already leaking precum.

“Commando, really? What–were you jerking off before I got here, is that why you were too busy to talk to me?” He doesn’t say anything, averting his eyes from your knowing glance. “Holy shit, you were. What were you thinking about?”

He doesn’t answer right away so you drag your fingers lightly over the sticky head of his cock, and that gets his attention, the words spilling out almost uncontrollably. “I don’t know, you–shit no, I mean. Fu-uck, please.”

You let him push his hips up into your hand once, twice, and then you’re pushing him back down, cutting off his protest when you lower your head down, licking the salt and precum off your hand before you wrap it around him. You let your tongue run over the pulsing vein as he chants please please fuck please. 

“Were you thinking about this? About me with your cock in my mouth, on my knees for you?” and before he can answer you take his length in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks just to hear him whine, jacking what you can’t take in your mouth. His hands grip the sheets, his own thighs, hovering like he wants to grab your head so you let him, guiding his hand to the back of your head as you move up and down, taking him further and further into your mouth until you’re swallowing around him. 

He groans, trying to move his hips up and you push him down even harder, pulling back to suck light little kisses up and down his cock instead. He’s whining now, loud in the quiet house, pulling your hair and panting, practically wheezing. You’re just leaning over to take him in again, letting your breath fan over the thick head, but before you can even do anything he’s tensing up, a low groan spilling from his mouth as he comes, untouched. 

A little string of saliva follows when you finally pull back, and he stares as you wipe your thumb across your cheek, pushing the string of come there into your mouth. His face is red as he watches you sit back on your heels, dick limp and twitching against his stomach.

“Fuck, are you okay? I’m sorry–it’s, uh, it’s been awhile. Clearly.” He rubs a hand over his face, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. He coughs again, breathes out sharply and then fumbles for the inhaler tucked into the nightstand. 

“Was it everything you dreamed about?” you joke, settling yourself over his thighs, linking your arms behind his neck. He huffs out a quiet laugh and runs his hands over your sides, stopping when you push yourself forward, letting your bare breasts drag against his chest. His hands are unsure, lingering as he grabs your hips, rubbing his thumbs over the panties you’re still wearing.

“Not exactly,” he says, and when you start to protest he tightens his grip, quickly adding, “no I mean, of course, you’re–fuck, you’re amazing–but I wanted to do this properly. Wanted to get my mouth on you first.”

The thought of his mouth on you, taking you apart, letting his beard scratch up your inner thighs–it makes you even wetter than you were before and you try to be subtle about the way you’re shifting around in his lap but it’s clearly not working, if the groan he gives is any indication. You can feel him, half-hard and growing when you grind yourself against him. 

“Already?” you gasp, somewhat impressed with his recovery time, and he gives you a shy smile and a shrug. His fingers drag down lower, snapping the side of your underwear and you rise up, shucking them off as he kicks his sweatpants down until you’re both fully naked.

“Will you let me touch you please? Can I get my mouth on you, please, been thinkin’ about it all night, since you walked into my office that first day of class, shit, you’re so pretty, please–”

You cut him off with a kiss, running your hands through his messy hair and he groans into your open mouth, a little rumbling thing you can feel as you kiss down his throat, his shoulder, and then he stops you with a hand to your chin, pulling you back up to look at him. He scoots back, dragging you with him as he settles back on the bed, grabbing a pillow from her side of the bed to place under his head and looking up at you expectantly where you’re waiting, holding yourself up over his stomach.

“Sit on my face,” he murmurs. “Please, will you? Let me make you feel good, c’mon.”

All the air leaves your body in a rough exhale–maybe you need his stupid inhaler this time. “Y-yeah,” you rasp, and then you’re shuffling up his body, hovering over his face until he grunts and wraps a hand around each thigh, pulling you down to where he’s waiting.

You’re right–his beard does burn, tickling the insides of your thighs as he mouths sloppy kisses there, nipping randomly until he pulls you down, again, letting you settle right over his warm mouth. 

He’s good, licking up into you with an intensity you’ve never felt, fucking his tongue in and out until you’re groaning, gripping the headboard and grinding your hips down for more more more–so greedy. His nose nudges your clit lightly, not enough to do anything until you lean forward even more, pressing yourself against him. He groans and you feel it through your body, where you’re dripping onto him, moving even faster against his mouth. Your thighs begin to shake, pleasure coiling in your stomach, and then he nudges your clit again, licking hard and you’re done, coming hard into his mouth as he guides your hips over and over until you finally push him away, too sensitive.

“Holy shit,” you gasp when you see him, beard drenched, eyes hooded as he stares back at you, chest hitching and stuttering with his heavy breaths. 

“Yeah?” he murmurs, yanking your body down until you’re rocking against his cock, hard and thick and just what you need. He tips his chin up to look at you with a soft smile as you press small kisses over his ear, his beard, the tip of his nose until he’s whining please please please.

“What do you want? Gotta use your words,” you murmur, reaching behind you to grab his cock. He’s still slippery with come and you run your hand up and down him slowly, ignoring the way he pushes his hips up, how his fingers dig in the spaces above your hip bones.

“Please sweetheart, lemme fuck you, ’s all I think about–you’re so pretty I just wann-ah shit, wanna–” he’s panting again, breath catching in a wheeze, and you reach down to clasp your palm over his mouth just to get him to shut up–the last thing you need is for him to have a fucking asthma attack right now. His whine is muffled and tears are forming in the corner of his eyes as you carefully grab his throbbing cock, steadily leaking precum, and position yourself over it. You just hover there for a second, letting him feel the heat of you, how wet you are, and his head jerks back beneath your palm, tears rolling down his temples.

And then you’re sinking down slowly, letting you both feel the stretch, his eyes wide as he watches the slow glide, the way you envelope him so completely. It’s so good and you just sit there for a second, adjusting to the way he feels, forgetting about your hand over his mouth until he mumbles something. His hands are gripping the covers again, the sheets a mess with both of your come, and you feel a perverse sense of satisfaction at the sight.

“What?” 

“Can you p-please move, so tight, ’m not gonna last.” He breaks off into a groan when you lean forward, changing the angle until your clit presses right into his pubic bone, hips bucking uncontrollably when you rake your nails down his chest, watching the red marks appear with satisfaction. Mine now.

You hush him, wiping the stray tear from his face as you roll your hips slowly, keeping your hands pressed against his chest in warning when he tries to move too quickly. He’s thick inside you and you shift minutely, letting him rub against the spot you like, the one that has you clenching around him with a low moan.

He smiles when you gasp, murmuring right there, honey?, and all you can do is nod, chasing the growing tension as you try to keep moving at a steady pace. You feel your legs wobbling, tired now, and he grunts, shoving his hips up up up and all you can do is hold on and let him. He reaches for your clit with his thumb, rubbing lightly until you feel yourself tense up, pleasure zinging through your body until you finally explode, hips stuttering over him as your muscles lock up. 

You try to catch your breath, getting ready to move again, to let him finish until he stops you, face red again. Then you finally notice the trickle of come seeping out from where you’re still connected, his cock slowly softening, and you lift yourself off and flop down next to him. It’s silent, the harsh rasp of his breathing prompting you to roll over and look at him but he’s already looking at you, eyes soft as he pushes a stray piece of hair out of your face. 

“Thank you,” he says softly, and you shrug. 

“Don’t thank me yet,” you say. “I’m still ratting you out to Sandra tomorrow.”

He laughs softly, a little wheeze that has you smiling. “Fair enough.”

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#jonathan levy x reader #jonathan levy fic #jonathan levy smut #scenes from a marriage fic #just look at that gif and tell me u dont want to see him cry. RIGHT. #didnt tag anyone else bc i didnt know who else would be into this besides me and angela LOL #ok goodnight #lexi writes things

[shankschewtoy]

Hiii :D

Wanna req some modern au Kid, Mihawk and Shanks with a s/o who always manages to zone out at the worst time possible, (like they're driving and stopped at a red light, not realizing that what seemed a moment later the light turned green and everyone is beeping at them or they're being late, smth distracts them and they literally just freeze in place lost in the most off topic thoughts ever) hcs or scenario, all's good with me gosh I zone out way too much

Gosh sorry for the long ask and since I'm here I just might remind you to go drink some water and take care of yourself, cuz we need ya and your hilarious writings here, to brighten up our days yk? ( ˙꒳​˙ )

love ya <3

a/n - ERROR HOW HAVE I BEEN LAUGHING FOR A SOLID TEN MINUTES AT THIS ASK SUEBDHBDHDBD 😭😭😭😭 awww I’m so glad that I can brighten up your guys’ days that really brightens mine 🥺💜💜

Warnings ⚠️ - cracky, g/n reader, modern au, shanks doesn’t have an arm (let’s just say it got bitten off by a shark because he thought drinking beer while surfing was a brilliant idea)

- watch him ban you from driving 💀

- last time you decided to drive to a coffee shop was the last straw for the poor man

- “Y/n please keep your eyes on the road.”

- *minute passes, now it’s a green light*

- he’s looking at a newspaper while people behind you guys are honking

- you had taken sight of a beautiful monarch butterfly, cruising around just outside your window

- you didn’t even realize the light had turned green

- Mihawk was about to get out of the car and go punch some people for honking but then he realized the light had been green for minutes, and you two were holding up the biggest line of cars he’d ever seen

- “Y/n! It’s green-!”

- He undid his seatbelt and climbed into the seat with you, hitting his head on the ceiling while simultaneously giving himself a bad back

- he pressed the gas while you stared at the butterfly, and you snapped out of it when you realized the car was moving, and Mihawk’s huge ass was right in front of your face

- “Mihawk what are you doing-“

- he sighed and kept driving forward until the light from before turned red right as he started going

- Cars from the right were about to crash into you too when you started screaming at him to go faster

- “MIHAWK GO GO GO GO GO-!”

- “THIS DAMN CAR WONT GO ANY FASTER! GET ON MY LEFT SIDE!”

- he was saying that to protect you, so that he would take most of the damage if you both were hit

- Luckily, you two made it to the next intersection just before getting hit, and there was a long silence in the car on the way home

- “… you’re banned from driving.”

- “BUT-“ “I don’t want to hear it.”

- “thank you for protecting me, don’t pretend like you didn’t do that 😏”

- “😐😑😐”

- he ignored you for about an hour after that (he wasn’t mad, just terrified)

- shanks is a horrible driver himself, so he gets it! He’s usually drunk while driving anyways!

- zoning out is totally fine because usually he’ll just stare at you and think about how beautiful/handsome you are 🥰

- today you both were driving to a movie, you had gotten a nice cup of coffee just before as well :)

- shanks was staring at his phone, struggling to figure out where the fuck he put the tickets

- you saw the most awesome skateboarder who was doing tricks along the sidewalk, and you managed to turn sharp left, almost straight into the sidewalk

- shanks immediately grabbed the wheel with his arm and swerved back, but the absolute boiling hot coffee cup was slipping through your grip

- poor shanks saw that and was starting to panic

- “Baby i only got ONE ARM-“

- the hot coffee spilled all over his lap and this idiot started screaming at the top of his lungs

- “BABE MY BALLS ARE GOING TO MELT WHAT THE FUCK WHY IS IT SO HOT?”

- bigass man baby woke you up and you started driving normally again, apologizing to your almost crying boyfriend for zoning out

- “My dick hurts.”

- “Please don’t ever say that again.”

- “BUT IT’S TRUE?? IT HURTS LIKE- HELL!”

- “also what were you looking at out there?”

- “some cool skateboarding guy.”

- excuse me-??

- “A guy?..”.

- “THATS WHY YOU BURNED MY COCK OFF BABE?! AM I NOT PRETTY ENOUGH?!”

- he started shaking your arm and you were literally about to crash, “SHANKS STOP IM GOING TO CRASH!”

- pls he’s a terrible driver just because of the fact that he will literally scream and flip someone off for not using their turn signal

- I imagine him to obey every single driving law except for the one “don’t be a fucking asshole”

- he oftentimes will ask for your help when he’s building stuff, like asking for tools and such

- “babe hand me the wrench.”

- “hammer.”

- “nails.”

- “water.”

- that’s basically what your job is. 💀

- he was welding today, and needed your help to place something at just the right time so he wouldn’t either burn your apartment down or burn his arm off

- “Babe, need it now.”

- you were tuned out completely, and of course at the absolute perfect time 🙂

- “babe.”

- he waved his other hand in front of your face to try and get your attention but that didn’t seem to work

- “Y/N L/N HELLO?!”

- kaboom

- smoke filled the room as you coughed and grabbed the thing you were supposed to hand him

- “Kidd you need this thingy yet??”

- …

- your audacity.

- his sllooooooooow turn of his head

- his face was stained with black smoke, a nail shooting out of his work and hitting him in the forehead as he stared down at you with the most dead expression

- you were dead. so dead.

a/n - not me being a little cheeky shit and giggling at my own writing 💀

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece hcs #anime hcs #eustass kid #kid x reader #kid x you #kid one piece #eustasscaptainkid #shanks x reader #shanks one piece #shanks op #op shanks #akagami no shanks #shanks #shanks x you #shanks x y/n #red haired shanks #mihawk x reader #mihawk x you #mihawk x y/n #dracule mihawk #mihawk one piece #hawkeye mihawk #mihawk op #op kid

[unabashednightmarepizza]

𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑠, 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 3

A/N: I'm so damn happy, adding that It's Ben' bday, that I'll share two parts of this and an oneshot

Tagging: @bloody-mf-bsc, @augustwithquills

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Y/N Y/L/N: There they are, my beautiful girls!🥹💞

My offer is still on, btw 🤭

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User2: The Devil works hard, but no one works harder than Y/N in trying to woo her girlfriends

Jessie_mei_li: She really doesn't have to, we're all very happy to oblige... And so do everyone else, like have you seen her? 🫦😏

freddycarter1: benbarnes, I think you are loosing your woman here...😳🫢

Kittheyounger: I don't want to be a child of divorce! 😭

User6: WHY ARE THEY SO DRAMATIC DJSJDJ

User6: Now I wanna know what her offer is...

User4: Ben Barnes is being attacked from every corner possible and we are all watching, him loose this Great War.

User1: He still is very much so in love and ready to fight tooth and nail for her... Even though he is usually a dork 🤣

User8: That one time when Y/N ate what Ben made for her on her birthday, though she had allergies for that one food but didn't tell hım about it, and she had to go to hospital with a terrified Ben on her tail?

User5: OMG I feel bad for laughing! Poor Ben and Y/N... I remember hım saying that he was so scared for her and thought he killed her accidently 🥹😭

User4: And when she was asked why she did it, she just casually said: "What do you mean why? He did it, thinking that I'd like it. I'd drink fucking posion if my man came to me with such thing!"

User3: And Ben Barnes, who is usually so cool, got teary eyed and hugged her thightly and apologized? On live? Even though he doesn't like talking about his life? That's who we stan.

User1: It's almost like we are their children, reminiscing about their past... But I'm jealous because I don't have someone like her in my life

User4: My life would surely be different if I had her in my life, not even as a partner. She just is so effortlessly kind...

Y/N's.dimple: Ben Barnes is living the life we want... We're just little gremlins watching them

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Y/N Y/L/N: Stop making my heart stop with that smile and being cute. Bitch. Who gave you the right? This goes straight to be my New lockscreen.

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User4: Y/N is just our inner voice coming out on social media

User3: Her love is agressive confessions of love, if you aren't gonna put a ring on her finger benbarnes, I will. And I'll do it gladly.

Y/N Y/L/N: Look at hım... So cute, so squeashy, so adorable. He is my handsome babygirl 🥰🤭 (No, I'm not giggling and kicking my feet, the scene would be ruined if I moved the came- Ah, look at that! Suddenly I'm on hım??) Liked by benbarnes

User4: Aight my life didn't matter anyways *dies of cuteness*

User5: I love the way they love each other and show it without caring for anyone, and also how we simp for them 🥹😍❤️

amita_suman: @ user5, you guys aren't alone. We also feel the same way🥹

User7: Ben Barnes is finally being pampered on social media! He finally had his dream come true!

benbarnes.fans: The way she is so soft with others but absolutely a menace with Ben just shows that they are comfortable with each other so much...

User5: And the way he looks at her as she acts like who she really is? All comfortable with him?? I'm crying 🥹😭

User6: You know what's even best? If not for Y/N, we wouldn't have Ben, Amita, Jessie and others.

User3: I swear they all forget their passwords

User2: What's even funnier is that they really do forget their passwords and one time asked her... Y/N literally takes note their passwords and has absolute control over their accounts lol

User3: She wasn't called "the Mommy" for no reason🤣

Y/N Y/L/N: They are all children stuck in grown-up's bodies...It's hard you know? Taking care of them as a single mom😔

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Y/N Y/L/N: Another appreciation post!

1.Here is my lovely harem!

2. Just so you know, she was looking at me! And big applause for dear @ ambercrombachmua for all those amazing makeups! You guys are amazing!

3. That was the last day of shooting... Did they cry? Yes. Did we cry? Also yes. Did I hide in my caravan because I didn't want to see them all cry? Also yes.🥹

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User11: She is so precious, just like a cinnamon roll❤️

User7: love how she didn't forget to include the makeup department. Everyone needs to take a moment and appreciate them.

Y/N Y/L/N: We need to take SEVERAL minutes just to applaud them 👏

User6: Is she the one who did that amazing bloody, unhinged Kaz makeup? Because if so, I hope they are having an amazing day @ Y/N Y/L/N

Y/N Y/L/N: Yes, she was! And what a masterpiece it was...

Hater1: another cheating post!

User3: the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you here again? Go and cry at the corner.

Hater1: I just know that she banged at least one person there behind Ben's back. She doesn't deserve hım.

User3: THAT'S IT! HOW DARE YOU BRING THEM DOWN INTO THIS AND BLAME THEM WITH SUCH THING?! ALL OF THEM SHOWED NOTHING BUT LOVE FOR BOTH OF THEM, AND EVERYONE AND I MEAN EVERYONE WHO HAD EVER MET THEM HOW IN LOVE THEY LOOKED! THEY ARE SUCH SWEET PEOPLE THAT THEY DON'T DESERVE RHIS SHIT! JUST BECAUSE Y/N SHOWS HER LOVE THROUGH SARCASM DOESN'T MEAN SHE DOESN'T LOVE HIM! IF SHE DIDN'T, SHE WOULDN'T HAVE FLIGHT TO THE OTHER PART OF THE PLANET WHEN BEN WAS SICK! GET YOUR SICK BRAIN AND GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THEM AND DON'T RUIN THEIR HAPPINESS!

User7: Sis, here is your crown, you dropped it 〈⁠(⁠•⁠ˇ⁠‿⁠ˇ⁠•⁠)⁠-⁠→👑

benbarnes: and who do I deserve more than her? You?

User5: our dad hit the nail so nice! Well-said dad, hand them their ass! FANS ASSEMBLE TOGETHER!

benbarnes: I didn't say anything because my girlfriend wanted me to not do anything harsh, but now I'm happy to tell you that by disrespecting my love and me like that, you signed your doom. Enjoy your new hell.

User6: You know It's dead-ass serious when her man gets involved... I wanna see that hater cry.

User9: there is just something with the way Ben defended Y/N that... I can't just get out of my head.

User6: This is what a Man is, girls. Take notes and don't settle down for any less!

User7: The way she just doesn't share the others in the second one... Girl, do you hate the men of the cast?😂

User4: I heard that she actually loves them all so much *whispers slowly*

Y/N: Ahh, here is my secret out in the wild... there is another fanpage dedicated to them, they just don't know it

Kittheyounger: I knew you liked others than Luke! This is the best day of my life! Guys, you don't know how it feels like to be bullied and slapped by your own director😭 Someone who is supposed to love you and care for you, be there when you need and help you...

Y/N Y/L/N: Kit, your inner Jesper is showing itself again and I aint your mama

kittheyounger: what language is that?!

Y/N Y/L/N: American English, you Brit! Not that you would understand... and don't you dare spit your venom at my precious Luke and David...

User8: DOES THAT MEAN HE COMES BACK?! PLEASE I NEED IT!

User8: Y/N, THE PRETTIEST MOST SUCCESFULL WOMAN? I AM ON MY KNEES PLEASE WHERE ARE YOU?!

User2: Bro is desperate lol @ user8

User5: This further proves that, yes Jessie is the favourite one

User3: but look at her and that little scrunch if her nose! How could she not be?🤭🥰

Y/N Y/L/N: another one who understands my point... One day, everyone will ✊🥹

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Y/N Y/L/N: Same, sis, same...✊🥹

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benbarnes: One day, love... Just one day of you not sharing any "memes" about me.

Y/N: But... But they are cute 👉👈 And you are so... Hot. And mine.

benbarnes: the real thing is sitting next to you and you are giggling at your phone??

Y/N Y/L/N: But... But I have to look at your younger pictures. You aged like fine wine and I'm this 🤏 close to just jump on you and...you know what I mean.

benbarnes: Okay, that's enough internet for you today 😑😳🫠

User9: Y/N just realized how hot her man is and now she uses every chance to tease hım and I'm living for it

User6: Like we always say: Live, laugh and love Y/N and her sense of humor

Y/N Y/L/N: It's the same as Gen-Z humour really. There are young people working for me, and they tell me the most bizarre stories ever like... how are you all still alive??

User8: Ben is just so done yet also in love with her that he just can't say no to her 🥹❤️

User9: Her captions are just killing me 🤣 By the way is that hater fine? If not, I can just... talk to her like a civil person🔪

User5: I heard user3 handed that person their ass from DMs so bad that they erased their account lol

User9: Good for her! That shit never gave up on picking on our parents, someone had to show them our power

User12: The way Ben defended her tho😳 I bet my ass dad is planning homicide and I'd gladly help. FOR OUR MOTHER!

user7: by the way they had been all over each other in stories and post... They are probably having a hot session or something 👐

User3: Thank you all for your support! I was just so angry at them for saying such things about probably the nicest people on this Planet! They saved me, and many others, without even knowing, Y/N is the sweetest soul ever with how she supports and is there for everyone who wants her help and she ABSOLUTELY doesn't deserve to get hate!

Y/N Y/L/N: I can actually cry, I'm so grateful to have fans like you 🥹

Y/N.Fanpage: PLEASE DON'T CRY I CAN'T BEAR IT-

User12: Girlie pop Y/N also had a crush on Caspian, best Info I had today 😌

User5: The way Y/N just knows her man and how he aged is so mood

User3: Considering she also tried to jump on his bones... Also a mood

User2: girl, did something happen today? @ Y/N Y/L/N Usually she isn't that mushy... Not that I have a complaint.

amita_suman: @ user2 no, except one of the workers we absolutely loathe flirting with him shamelessly in front of her 😒

freddycarter1: and her absolutely roasting her so bad that she quit... And us planning our revenge 🤭

archierenaux3: No one messes with our parents!😡

Y/N Y/L/N: I apologize for the inconvenient shit I'll be right now but... Did the FUCKING Nicki Minaj just... Like my post?

User5: Opps, we lost her again...

benbarnes: Indeed we did... She is blasting her songs inside the house right now.

#shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone series #shadow and bone fanfic #shadow and bone cast #shadow and bone #ben barnes x you #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes imagine #ben barnes #celebrity imagine #celebrity x reader #celebrity au #celebrity reader #celebrity #celebs #imagine #reader insert #famous au #fluff

[k1ttykatsu]

SEXY DRUG-falling in reverse

pairings:goth bakugo x black!cheerleader femreader

summary:what happens when you find comfort in your friend?

warnings:smut, smacking, spit, slight daddy kink,spanking,throatfucking praise, degradation deepthroating, eating out, virgin reader, gagging, more spit, hair pulling, choking,creampie punching, denki being a slight dick! shindo being a major dick. and obviously penetration!

word count:: 7k

“god i hate this!”  you cry out as you sit on the bleachers. you are currently crying your little eyes out from the events that played out earlier.

you found your  bestfriend,ex bestfriend emi and your ‘ex-crush’ shindo yo making out in the locker room before cheerleading practice.

you didn’t shed a tear, you put on your brave face and don’t show any emotion through practice. you put a big smile and push through.

“fuck” you hear someone quietly mutter out. you take your teary face out of your hands with a sniffle and look up. you see a familiar blurry tall blonde dressed in all black standing in front of you.

“oh,*sniffle*, sorry” you say as you wipe your teary eyes and give him a small smile. once some tears are out of your eyes you see the familiar figure clearly.

katsuki bakugo, collage sophmore, straight A student and really fucking handsome. katsuki is in your computer science class, the two of you have been paired up for a couple of projects in the past.

a couple conversations when passing by each other through campus. but nothing too serious. you’ve always thought katsuki was cute, especially with the multiple piercings in his face, the tattoos across his body and his painted black nails that always catches your attention.

your favorite piercing was probably his tongue piercing, always peaking your interest whenever he speaks. sometimes you wish you could- “earth to airhead” you hear katsuki say as he waves his hand in front of your face.

EMBARRASSING!

you quickly shake your head and chuckle, trying to laugh off the embarrassment. you hear katsuki chuckle as he sits next to you on the bleachers, catching you off guard.

“what? don’t want me to sit by you?” he says with a snort once he sees your face. “oh my god! no katsuki, you know it’s not like that” you say as you laugh and sarcastically roll your eyes.

“okay, what’s wrong nerd?” katsuki says as he nudges your shoulder slightly making you laugh. “i don’t wanna bother you with my problems, katsuki” you whine out as you look at the man.

you see him smirk before getting closer to your face. “you're not bothering me if i asked y/n”. your face instantly heats up as you look down at the ground, trying to distract yourself.

“well…. i caught emi and shindo making out in the locker room.” you say as you frown at the man. his face stiffens as he looks at your facial expressions. “like i know we’re not dating, but it kinda hurts to know my ‘bestfriend’ would do that to me, ya’know?” katsuki nods his head as he lets out a sigh.

“but ya’ didn’t like the guy?” he asks, trying to figure out for the sake of your  his feelings. you shake your head ‘no’ and sigh. “but he was tryna get with me… emi practically forced him unto me, just for her to hook up with him… we were literally supposed to go to the halloween party together, but i can’t show my face their…i’ll be the laughing stock of the party”

katsuki’s takes in all this information and nod. he doesn’t wanna make it worse since he could obviously see you're having a hard time. “So you're really just mad at this emi girl?” katsuki knew emi, fuck the whole school knew emi….but now she’s a nobody to him.

“yea, i just thought we’re friends…” you say before looking at katsuki with  teary puffy eyes. you look so adorable to him but of course he won’t say that to your face. at least not right now.

“why don’t you hang out with me and my stupid friends tonight, they’ll be fine with it.” he says nonchalantly as he looks straight ahead to his friends walking across the football field.

you notice what he’s looking at and smile. katsuki and his friends were as tight as a stitch. they all hung out with just each other, so to be invited to hang out with them was exciting but also nerve racking.

“thank you katsuki” you say brightly as you give him a big hug. you feel his big hands slowly wrap around your short figure making you smile into his chest.

“ay! bakugou” you hear someone shout from the ground. the two of you slowly let go of each other before looking down and looking at katsuki’s friends, but much closer than they were before.

“who’s that?” the voice says, speaking again. you turn your face and completely let go of katsuki, going the other way to pick your stuff off the bleachers.

you walk back over to katsuki with a smile. “well,come on so you could introduce me,” you say as you walk down the bleachers, swaying your hips a little flirtatious as he follows behind you.

once you make it to the field you see katsuki’s friends looking at you with wide eyes. “stop fucking staring weirdos” you hear him say as he pushes you slightly. you quickly giggle and look back at the group,

“this is y/n…y/n, this is my loser friends, denki, sero, kirishima and mina” he says pointing to each of his friends. the three men wave at you making you smile but the pink haired girl comes up to you and gives you a tight hug.

“y/n, aren’t you on the cheerleading team?” mina questions as she lets go of you. you hear katsuki ‘tch’ as he rolls his eyes. “no shit sherlock, she has on the fucking uniform”

you roll your eyes before playfully hitting katsuki in his arms. “yea i am” you say with a fake smile. it’s not that you hated being in the team, it’s just all the social requirements that you have to follow for you to be one.

“so why the hell are you hanging with us? friends ditched ya? denki asks in a meek tone. your eyes snap over to his in an instant, watching his face. “why does it matter to you dickface?” you say fully with attitude. “it matters because people like you don’t hang out with people like us” he rebuttals back and you give him that point.

as a cheerleader you could only hangout with your social groups. so that means other cheerleaders and athletes. anything else was against protocol and bad for business.

FALSE!

“your right” you say as you look down to the ground. “she doesn’t have to explain herself denk’s, she’s probably tired of the rich snobby bitches.” the black haired man named sero says as he looks at you with a sad smile.

he knows…

you smile back and nod your head slightly. “doesn’t matter, she’s hanging with us now” katsuki says as he grabs your hand slowly and drags you along with him as he starts walking. all his friends follow behind him, even denki that’s now wearing a small smirk on his face.

once the group makes it to the parking lot everyone gathers together by their cars, one katsuki’s and the other one is kirishima’s. “what’s the plan?” kirishima asks as he hugs the small pinkett from the back.

“well i was thinking we go back to our dorm and just smoke, but now I have a better idea” katsuki says as he looks down at you. his friends quirk an eyebrow at him and he smirks. “let’s go back to the dorm first, i’ll tell y’all then” he states as he unlocks his car doors. katsuki opens the passenger door, letting you in before walking over to the driver's side.

“seatbelt katsuki” you state quietly once you see him about to pull out. the man rolls his eyes and sucks his teeth before putting it on quickly.

—————

“wow your dorm is pretty big” you say as you walk into the mini apartment. “me and kiri had to pay a little extra for this one” he says as he lays on his bed quickly. you laugh at the man and sit down on the edge of his bed cautiously.

“i don’t bite y/n” he says as he throws a pillow at your head causing you to break out into a fit of laughter. you decide to pick the pillow up and throw it back at him. “bitch” you spit out as you laugh at him.

soon after your shenanigans you hear the door open, revealing his other roommate and friends. “the party’s here” mina says as she jumps on katsuki’s bed, pushing him off.

“minaa” you say as you crack your ass up. katsuki just laying on the floor with no remarks. soon after he gets up and sits next to you on the edge of his bed.

“okay so now that everyone’s here… i was thinking we all go to that halloween party that they're throwing” he says while looking around the room to his friends. “i know we always make fun of it and shit, but i feel like we should crash it” he says directly to you.

you give him a small smile, knowing exactly why he actually wanted to crash it. “im down” denki says as he looks at his friends. a couple ‘okays’ stir across the room as you sit back and watch them discuss.

then all of a sudden they look at you, their eyes making you feel small. “how about you cheerleader?” denki says as he quirks his eyebrow with a smirk.

“let’s do it”.

“wait, what about costumes katsuki!” mina shouts as she looks around their dorm for anything she could use. you then think about all the random shit in your dorm that you could use.  “i have some stuff in my dorm that we could definitely turn into costumes.” you say as you look at the group.

“y/n ur such a lifesaver”

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“why do you have all this random shit in your room?” katsuki says as you sort through all of the random shit that clutters your room. “i just really love halloween” you say as you throw another article of clothing at the man.

“this ain’t enough?” he questions as he looks through the random things you threw at him. “one more thing, then we could go back to your place” you say as you look through your closet.

once you get the white sweater you were looking for, you grab 3 bottles of red food dye and walk over to katsuki. “okay i’m ready” you say with a sweet smile. “okay let’s roll out.”

once you make it back to katsuki’s you throw all the random objects and fabrics on the floor. everyone looks at you like ur nuts but you just smile.

“kirishima do you have white underwear….possibly clean?” you say joking with the man who starts laughing hard. “yes i do y/n” he says still laughing.

you hand mina a red piece of fabric that resembles a cape. “your gonna be captain underpants mina” you say in an overly happy tone. mina smiles hard before kissing your cheek and running in kirishima’s room.

“i have two capes if you wanna be captain underpants too?” you say yo kirishima who just laughs. “dicks too big, you’ll be able to see my bulge through the underwear.” he says plainly with no regard.” your jaw drops at the confession. “um- i- i have a superman shirt”

he grabs the shirt and examines it. “It'll be a crop top on you probably but.” “i love it” he says as he grabs the shirt and smiles before going into his room with mina as well.

“denki….since you're so tough, i brought you devil ears and a tail” you say as you hand him the minimal costume. “thanks” he says before taking it out of your hands and smirking.

you smile to yourself before looking at sero. “and you're gonna be tate langdon.” i brought a makeup pencil to do it on you….and your outfit is perfect” you say to the tall lean man.

“do whatever you gotta do boss lady” sero says as he sits down on katsuki’s bed. “what about me?” you hear him say from the corner of the room. “i’ll give it to you after i do sero’s makeup” you say with sas in your tone.

you crouch down in front of sero and quickly do his makeup, talking to him in the process.

“and….done!” you say as you look at your work. “that looks good” your hear katsuki confess making you smile wider. “thanks katsuki!, go look in the mirror sero” you say as you push the man towards his phone.

“y/n, ur an artist” sero says, making you laugh. as he walks towards the back you brought the rest of the stuff. “mkay kat’s, ur gonna be a serial killer…. and i’m gonna be a victim, so like ghost face and casey becker” you say as you hand him a fake knife.

“i just don’t have a ghost face mask” you say as you slightly frown. you see katsuki face light up, “i have one, we played a prank on mina last year, i just kept it since”

he says as he looks through his closet. revealing a ghost face mask. “oh my god!” you squeal as you pick up your ‘costume’.

“casey becker wore jeans…” he says examining the clothes that you laid out across his bed. “i said like…” you coyly say while looking at your outfit.

“you can get dressed in here since every other room is taken.” katsuki says as he pulls out a black shirt and black jeans. “kat, i was going to already silly…but i need to shower, i wanna be fresh” you say as you point to his shower.

katsuki hands you a towel and wash rag before shoving you in the bathroom.

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as you walk out the shower, you wrap your towel tightly around your body, not wanting it to suddenly come off.

you open the bathroom door and let the steam roll out into his room. “ki’ do you have any lotion?” you ask as you stand in the bathroom doorway. “yea i do” he says before getting up to hand you the lotion. you simply thank him before closing the door back.

after your dress you examine your outfit, making sure you look presentable before you come out of the bathroom. once you’ve checked you walk out of the bathroom. and into the now empty room. you quirk an eyebrow before hearing talking from outside.

“hey, i’m ready” you say as you reveal yourself to the group of people. you look around the rooms and see wonderful costumes that came from nothing.

“mina you look so good” you say as you examine the costume. “i like the touch of blood on everyone, but where did y’all get it from ?” you ask.

“the prank we played last year, we still had a pint left” katsuki says as he walks over to you. “look good” he says quietly. you look up and smile “you too” you finish before you turn away.

“we still got some, if you want some” sero says referring to the fake blood. you nod before walking up to him. “pass me a knife” you hear katsuki say randomly, confusing you. katsuki walks up to you and looks at you intensely. “don’t move” is the last thing he says before ripping a while in your white sweater.

you audibly gasp from shock. he continues to do a couple more rips and holes before stepping back. you look down and examine them. “katsuki, help her put some blood on.” you hear mina say as she leans into her boyfriend.

you see him pick up a pint of fake blood and he takes your hand, leading you to the bathroom. “can i put it on ya?” he asks for consent to rich you before he actually does.

you nod your head while your breathing picks up. katsuki walks closer to you before smearing some blood on his hands while you stand there. katsuki makes sure to put blood on the holes and rips.

he then moves down to your leg. “the handprints are to make it realistic,” he says, quickly coming up with an excuse. after that he stands up and gets closer to you. lips almost touching from him close you are as he grabs your face gently. leaving a bloody hand mark.

“all done”

your eyes meet his as he brushes his thumb against your cheek slowly. “i think they're ready.” you state quietly, not really wanting this ‘moment’ to end.

“so come on” is all he says before letting go of your face and walking out of the bathroom.

you quickly get your thoughts in check before following him.

“wow, your bloody everywhere” sero says as he looks at your almost completely covered body. “yea, wanted it to look realistic” you say as you rock on your tippy toes back and forth.

you look at katsuki who is just standing there with a mean grin on his face. “okay well..let’s get going” kirishima says as he grabs mina by the hand and walks towards the entrance.

everyone follows the couple to the campus parking lot. everyone gets in kirishima’s car and soon after he drives off.

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“fucking bitches” katsuki mutters as he gets out the car and sees three sophomores walking in the party. you laugh at him as he helps you out of the car.

once everyone’s out of the car the group makes their way to the entrance. as your walking you hear something rather unpleasant. “did you hear about shindo and emi?” some random girl says as she stand’s outside the entrance with her other friend.

you feel the tears start to well up in your eyes when suddenly you feel a hand holding you by your waist, bringing the two of you closer. “don’t think about those shit heads” he says lowly in your ear making you laugh.

once you walk into the house, your hit by the smell of alcohol and weed. it’s so strong that you think your lungs are filled with it. “smells like a pot house…. my type of partyy” sero says making all of your laugh.

as you walk through the party you see a lot of eyes on you making you fake a wider smile pretending to be unbothered. you feel katsuki grip your waist tighter and bringing you closer into him, you instantly smile and look up to him.

“thanks” you mouth to him with a smile. he looks down at you and grin. “come on” he motions his head to where his friends are residing.

you look in the living room and see white powder scattered around the table, bottles of alcohol and cups filled with who knows what around the floor.

“what do we have here?” you hear a familiar voice  speak out of nowhere. your body immediately stiffing when you hear that voice.

you turn your head and you see your ex friend emi standing with shindo. his arm wrapped around her waist as he chugs a beer down.

“oh hi emi” your voice was bland with no energy. anyone could sense the tension between you two. “who’s the..guy” her voice sounded disgusted as she said it.

shindo looks at the two of you and gives you a dirty look. “this is katsuki” you feel him squeeze your sides making you smile.

“this like your new boyfriend or something?” shindo’s drink had now been discarded on the floor and his face is as serious as it could be. “not yet” katsuki says as you and him walk pass shindo, purposely shoving his shoulder. you feel shindo immediately grab your hand, trying to pull you back. you and katsuki turn around looking him back in his face.

“don’t fucking touch me shindo” your yell out as you jerk your hand back away from him. a sinister smile now placed on shindos face as he watches you turn your head in disgust. watching you and katsuki walk back off.

“let’s go dance” you suggest once you see the crowd of people swaying their hips to the music that was blasting. “i’m not really the dancing type” he says once he sees all the sweaty teenage/pre-adult bodies on the dance floor. you roll your eyes and suck your teeth before leading him to the dance floor.

once you get there you wrap your arms around katsuki’s neck and start swaying your hips to the music. you look at katsuki’s stiff posture and laugh. “suki put your hands on my hips” you tell him as your hips stop their motion. he does what you say in an instant, putting his hands underneath your sweater and gripping onto your hips.

“mkay, now sway with my hips” you instruct as you start again. your hips instantly finding the rhythm again, but this time katsuki is following along. you feel him pull you closer to him, squeezing your hips every so often. your mind starts to get dizzy at the closeness, your heart feels like it’s palpitating out of your chest.

“kat’s,” you breath out breathlessly as you get on your tippy toes. he looks down at you and smirks. “you okay?” he asks with a nasty grin knowing that you're not okay.

“mhm” you lie as you move closer to him. you feel his hands move from your hips to the swole of your ass making you smile. “didn’t think you were the type to be so outgoing suki” you tease as you slowly roll your hips.

you hear and feel him chuckling from how close you are, he squeezes your ass making you slightly moan. “you don’t know how outgoing i could be y/n” is the last thing he says before he walks away, leaving you standing in the middle of the dance floor.

“y/n” you hear that god awful voice as you stand there making you roll your eyes. “yes shindo?” your voice was as bored as it could be, “why you sound so bothered?” he ask stupidly. “your lucky i’m not fucking ignoring you shindo” you say lowly looking around the party of katsuki.

“look i know you got a boyfriend or whatever but i miss us, and hooking up with emi was a stupid mistake” he emphasizes on the mistake part. your eyes instantly shoot to his and before you know it you feel your hand against his face.

“you hooked up with her?” your tone sounds like you can’t believe it, even though you're not surprised anymore. shindo looks down at you and you see the hand mark you visibly left on his face.

you see katsuki from around the corner rushing over to you. “your such a fucking slut y/n” how dare he call you a slut. “your the one who fucked my bestfriend dickface!” you yell at him, not caring that your making a scene.

you feel katsuki grab your waist to move you from the situation. “you ain’t nothing but a filthy whore” was the last thing you heard out of shindo's mouth before katsuki let go of your waist and punches him in the face.

shindo instantly goes down without a fight. you see kirishima’s and the rest of the group rushing out of the house,making you and katsuki follow. once you make it to the car all of you are out of breath and laughing.

“katsuki, you don’t have to do that” you say as you smack his chest. he laughs before bringing his hand to your chin, lifting your head slightly.

“don’t be mad at me babe” he whispers in your ear making your ears and cheeks heat up. “me and mina going back to her dorm, and denki and sero going to theirs, what are the two of you doing?” kirishima asks you and katsuki.

“we’re going back to the dorm” he says plainly, shocking you. “we are?” your voice was small and barely heard. “yea let’s go” he says before gently shoving you in the back of the car.

the two of you going to the very back of the car and wait for everyone else to pack up in the car. “you were very brave y/n” katsuki says in a hush voice as he gets closer to you. next thing you know you feel a pair of soft plump lips against yours, catching you off guard you pull back on instinct.

your eyes widen as you look at katsuki. his eyes filled with worry before he awkwardly chuckles “m’ sorry shouldn’t have done-” your lips cut him off as you bring him in for a kiss.

his hands instantly going to your waist as he leans against you, forcing you to lean back. “kat’s” you whisper against his mouth during the bruising kiss. “what’s wrong babe?” he questions as he pulls back. you hide your face in your hands before liking back at him.

“v’ never gotten far” you express in a hush tone not wanting his friends to hear the conversation. katsuki looks down at you before laughing loudly.

“yer’ too pretty to be a virgin y/n” he says before thinking, his eyes widened before he scrambles to fix his words. “i mean you're so pretty that every guy would want to jump in those pretty panties,” he explains while stroking your cheek.

“it’s not that i can’t katsuki, i just was waiting on the right person.” he nods his head before sitting back. a couple minutes go by before he speaks again.

“am i the right person?” his voice was just above a whisper. you chuckle a bit before leaning over towards him. your plump lips ghosting over his, “yeah” you whisper before engulfing him into another kiss.

this once felt deeper than the last two, it felt more sensual between you two. your hands wrapping themselves into his hair as you straddle him. his hands squeezing your hips causing you to moan in his mouth.

“horndogs we’re here” kiri says in a playful tone. you abruptly let go of his hair and slide off his lap. “sorry” you apologize while getting out of the car feeling more embarrassed than you ever have before. katsuki on the hand was just as smug as ever, smirking to his friends as he stood beside you gripping your waist tightly.

“fuckin losers, see you whenever” he states before turning the opposite way, walking to the dorms. before you got too far you waved at your new friends and thanked them for the night.

he grips your ass in his palm as you walk the short distance to the dorm rooms.

once you make it to the dorm katsuki unlocks the room the fastest he’s ever had before. once you're in and he locks it he grabs your hand and leads you to his room where his hands are instantly on your body and his lips are against yours.

“be a good girl for me and sit on the bed” you follow his instructions and sit on the edge of the bed, anticipating the best night of your life. “where you going?” your voice as you see him walk out the room.

he doesn’t answer, but he comes back a few seconds later with nothing in his hands. “what happened?” you ask as you stand up walking towards him.

he grabs your hands and leads you back over to the bed. as the both of you sit, he asks you a question. “you sure you wanna’ do this?”

you kiss him for what feels like the millionth time today. “i need you katsuki” you say as your lips lead down his neck, making him groan slightly. “shit babe” he groans out as your hands move around his groin occasionally squeezing at it softly.

“i’ve liked you for a while katsuki, just too scared to say anything” you whisper against his ear making his eyes roll back.

katsuki soon realizes what you're doing and he’s not having it. “uh, uh, get on the floor y/n” his tone was now rough and aggressive. “kat’s-” you were cut off by the force of katsuki shoving you gently to the ground.

“you ever sucked cock before pretty girl?” you shake your head no as your eyes widen. “do you want to?” his hands caresses your face as you nod your head.

“take it out” his voice sounded mean and demanding so you did what he said. your hands unbutton his jeans and zip them down before pulling them down, with the help of him. as he sits in his calvin klein boxer briefs your nerves hits you like a train.

“are you gonna teach me kat’s?” your voice is as sweet as candy. he looks down at those big doe eyes of yours and smirks. “of course baby” and with that your hands pull down his boxers leaving you with no more layers to keep you from him.

his fully erect cock sits up with pre-cum dripping from the pink mushroom tip. his size was unbelievable as you examine it. “i know it’s big baby, but it isn’t gonna suck itself.” his voice taunting you as you look up at him. “well i don’t even know how to suck it asshole”

suddenly a smack is placed against your face catching you off guard. tears brim your eyes as you touch your face. “watch your tone” he reminds you as you suck up your tears, not wanting them to fall.

but as you collect yourself you feel your panties getting wetter. “can you teach me how daddy?” your voice was pleasing to him so he cooperated.

“lick the tip” you do as you're told and lick it, the sweet but salty taste hitting your tastebuds making your crave more. you feel katsuki shudder above you making you smile. “good girl, now lick the whole thing.” he tells you.

after you follow his instructions you decide you could figure this out yourself, wanting to surprise and please the man you’ve been crushing on all semester. you engulf his whole cock in your mouth catching him off guard. his hand instantly finds your head as you bob up and down against his cock.

“sh-shit babe, so fucking good” his hands guiding you as he uses your mouth for his own pleasure. suddenly you don’t feel your head moving up anymore, his hand forcing you to stay down as he fucks up into your mouth making your gag against him.

“that’s fucking right baby, gagging on my cock like a good whore should” he slurs out as he gets caught up from the euphoria your mouth is giving him.

once he lets go of your head you pop up instantly, choking against the spit and pre lodged  in your mouth.  “yer’ doin such a good job baby” katsuki slurs out as he jerks his cock up and down, waiting for your mouth to return. you cough a bit more before taking off your sweater leaving you in just your bra and small shorts.  before returning back to his cock.

your jerk his cock like you just saw him do making his eyes roll back before moaning out your name once your mouth is back in his dick. “love this fuckin mouth” he states as he smacks your cheek that has his cock bulging against it.

you deepthroat him again, waiting for him to fuckup into your throat again. and once he does, the sound of gagging and spit is heard throughout the room. tears brimming at your lash line as he goes harder.

“fuck i’m cumming” he whines out before you feel him burst into your mouth, cum flooding your mouth as he rides out his orgasm, keeping you steady as he releases himself. once he’s done you feel him lift your head. “swallow that shit” he says as he sees you with a mouth full of his cum.

“good fucking girl” he chuckles out as he watches you swallow his cum. he looks at you intensively, looking at the cum and spit around your chin, neck and breast. he realizes he was the first guy to ever see you like this, and he wants to make sure he’s the last.

you watch as his hands glides against your chest, dragging the left over spit against it. “c’mere babe” he says as he lets go of you. you quickly stand up and notice how close the two of you were.

“lay on the bed” he directs you towards the bed as he takes off his shirt and throws it anywhere. you lay on the bed anticipating on what’s to happen next.

you watch him climb over you, lust deep inside his eyes as he pulls your shorts off your legs. “what’s next?” you ask him as your legs squeeze together, trying to feel something to ease the feeling of need between your legs.

“m’ eating you out” was all he said before pulling pretty pink panties down. katsuki gasps when he sees the big wet spot on your panties. “all this because of me?” his tone was taunting as he throws your panties anywhere around the room.

“no, airhead” you bark back at him making him chuckle and smile. smack! another harsh one landed across your face as moan escapes your mouth. “you like being slapped around?” you whine as your need starts to take over. “please suki, need to feel you” squeezing your legs together did nothing to help the growing need between your legs.

katsuki positions himself so that he’s in between your legs, face to face with your clothed cunt. he sees the outline of your lips being suffocated by the fabric (fat pumpum)  thirsting after you more and more. his tongue sticks out his warm mouth before it’s licking the wet fabric making you shiver at the sudden action.

“i forgot how jumpy virgins are” katsuki laughs to himself as he reminisces in your taste. “and i forgot how much of a cocky bastard you are.”

Katsuki stops in his tracks once he hears your comment. “well you just sucked’ off this cocky bastard, so what’s your point?” he questions before biting down on the crotch of your drenched panties. your body jolts and you let out a loud moan letting him know that you like what he’s doing.

he stands on his knees before bending down slightly, hands attached to your hips as he glides your underwear down your legs slowly, watching the sticky string that attached your pretty pussy and those pretty pink panties.

“shit” he groans out as he places the underwear next to your body. he bends back down before getting face to face with your cunt. you look down at him before feeling his tongue sliding through your slit.

“fuck!” you moan out as he gets deeper and deeper, your hands shooting to his blonde locks, pulling on them slightly as you moan into the air. “kats,” you pant out as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

you feel him pull back before the sound of spit is heard and you feel it dripping down your pussy. “prettiest pussy i’ve ever seen babe” he says before diving back in.

you feel your climax approaching fast. you wrap your legs around katsuki’s head making him moan into your pussy. “m’ gonna cum ki!” you scream out as he sucks on your clit harshly.

you feel your muscles tighten and your hands grips his hair harder, your vision blacks out as you let out a loud pleasurable moan. your orgasm taking over your whole body as you feel weightless from it.

your body relaxes into the soft comforter below you. a small smile against your lips as you feel him come up to your face. placing a long loving kiss against your lips, instantly tasting yourself in his lips.

you feel his hand reach down to your back and unclipping your bra watching it fall down your arms. “so fuckin’ gorgeous” he slurs out as he watched you sit shyly on his bed.

“are you sure you wanna do this?” his tone was genuine and sincere. you grab his face in your hands placing a quick peck to his lips before responding “m’ sure ki, want you now” you whine against his lips making him smile against yours.

“lay down,babe” his voice was as smooth as butter for him to be commanding. you do as your gold paying against the soft sheets once again.

he climbs over you, face hovering over yours. his gold chain dangling in front of your face. his piercings shining through the dim light putting a smile on his face.

you see him spit on his hand before grabbing his cock. as he strokes his cock you decide to tease him. “please hurry ki need your cock inside me” you whine into the air making him shudder over a stroke. “such a pretty thing, but a filthy mouth”

he says as he lays a smack onto your face. you feel the slick of his spit and pre-cum on your cheek. “but you like it, don’t you ki?” your voice feigns innocence as you look at him with them big doe eyes of yours.

“of course i do babe” he says before bending down and spitting on your puffy pussy, watching it drip down onto his sheets. he slides the tip up and down through folds catching your juices with every stroke.

“please ki” your whines sound like music to his ears. “whatever you want babe.” he was already pussy drunk from just the tip, he wonders how the whole thing would make him feel. “ ts’ gonna feel weird at first babe, but ima make you feel good, promise” he says before slowly pushing in.

you wince a bit before stopping him. needing time to prepare. you feel him stretching you out. “shit kat’s, sooo big!” you exclaim as he pushes inside of you. “probably shouldn’t have taken a big one for your first time sweetheart.” he groans out slightly laughing.

“so tight sweetheart” he moans out as he pushes in more, bottoming out inside of you completely. your eyes roll to the back of your head once you feel him completely inside of you.

“so deep katsu” you whisper as his thrust starts to pick up, he immediately finds your g-spot hitting it continuously. “please kat’s!” you moan out, making him chuckle. “i’m already fucking yiu babe, what lord do you want?”

you moan again, wrapping your legs around his waist pulling him in deeper. his eyes roll back as a deep groan comes from him. suddenly you feel a heavy hand wrap around your throat, cutting off some air from your airways.

his thrusts get deeper to the point that he’s pounding inside of you. “turn over” he growls out as he lets go of your neck and pulls his dick from inside you.

you whine at the empty feeling but turn over asap. ass in the air and face down as you arch your back. “atta girl, such a whore” he says as he places a loud smack to your ass. you lowly whine as you wiggle your ass in his face.

“beautiful view.” he says as you feel the tip of his coco prodding at your entrance. once he’s fully in his thrust starts aggressive like he never stopped.

“m’ close kat’s” you moan out into his sheets, slobber running out your mouth. his hands fund their way into your hair pulling you up by it roughly. “don’t go cumming without me sweetheart” he says in your ear as his sultry tone sends shivers down your spine.

you clench down onto him making him slap your ass again as he pounds you into the mattress.

after a couple more minutes you feel him speed up in his thrust signaling that he’s close. you take the opportunity to fuck back into hik catching him completely off gaurd.

“shit, m’ gonna cum babe, cum with me y/n” his voice was commanding as his hips jackhammers into yours. “m cumin ki” you squeal into the air as you clench down on the man’s cock signaling that you're cuming.

“clenching me so hard babe!” he whines out as he gets a couple more thrust into you before groaning into your ear. “can i cum in you baby?” you nod your head yes feeling overstimulated as he thrust into your exhausted body.

“m’ cumming, shit i’m cuming for you” he whines as you feel him explode into you. his hot cum filling you up as you moan into the sheets.

after the two of your orgasms pass katsuki lays next to you, coddling your naked body with his. “thank you ki, felt so good” you whisper in his ear making him blush. “you did so well babe”

you feel katsuki feel around the bed a bit before pulling out his phone. he unlocks it and goes to the camera icon taking a few flicks of the two of you before taking a live photo of the two of you kissing, making you laugh after.

you watch as he sets the live photo to his screensaver, watching it over and over before saving it and turning off his phone. “so corny katsuki.”

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cheerleading practice is finally over as you see katsuki and the rest of your friends (bakusquad) sitting in the bleachers waiting for you to finish practice.

as you walk to the bleachers you see shindo and emmi arguing on the field. shindo going on about them being a mistake while emmi cries.

KARMA

once shindo sees you he nogga over to you quickly making katsuki shoot off the bleachers. “hey y/n, i’m really sorry about everything, i don’t even love emmi.”

“and i don’t love you, i love him” you exclaim once katsuki makes it to you. he wraps his arms around your waist while waiting for shindo to say something.

“love you more sweetheart” katsuki responds as he kisses your forehead leaving shindo looking dumbfounded.

“she’s such a pretty whore”

#bakugo smut #bakugo katsuki #my hero smut #kinktober ‘22 #bakugou katuski x reader #x reader #anime #bakugo katsuki smut

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AITA if I didn’t side with my mom in an argument at the checkout of a department store?

To be clear, I didn’t think I was the AH here but my mom did.

This was a few years ago, and I (early 20s M) was at the department store with my sister (late teens F) and my mom (50s F). I saw a cool coat I wanted to buy. I don’t often find stuff I like that’s also my size, and although it was missing the decorative belt thing, I thought that’s fine and put it together with the other clothes we wanted to get. My mom said she’s gonna ask for a discount on it bc it was defective and I shrugged bc sure, why not, it wouldn’t hurt to ask, right?

Clearly, I was wrong. We go to check out, and the lady working there was probably a new hire because she was having trouble with the machines. I didn’t see an issue with it, bc everybody’s gotta learn, but my mom took offense. This was compounded by the fact that neither the lady nor my mom are native English speakers and both spoke with an accent (the lady’s was a bit heavier than my mom’s). So both of them were having trouble understanding each other, and my mom’s solution to “I don’t understand you” is to speak more loudly, which ends up as yelling. Obviously, this makes everyone uncomfortable and probably scared the lady a lot.

My mom asks for the discount, the lady says she can’t/doesn’t know how, and I say something like “that’s okay we’ll just buy it bc I still really like the coat”. But my mom refused to back down and insisted that because it’s defective we deserve a discount.

So the lady starts trying to help, except the system isn’t working or she doesn’t know how, and my mom got even angrier. I speak up again and try to help by translating what the lady is saying into my mom’s native language (I’m conversationally fluent in her language, and English is my native language). Keep in mind the entire time I’m ALSO trying to tell my mom it’s okay we should just buy the damn coat at its listed sale price. I even offered to put the coat back if it’s too expensive, bc the coat wasn’t worth the public humiliation of standing there for 30 minutes arguing with some poor clerk. My sister and I were so uncomfortable. There was even another lady who was also waiting in line who made a snide comment to the tune of “just leave the poor lady alone she’s just trying to do her job” and I felt so awful because I was genuinely trying my best to tell my mom to stop and that this isn’t worth it. My mom even turned to me at one point (when the lady left to find a manager) and scolded me for trying to speak over her and told me that I wanted that coat so I will get it. Which really hurt my feelings because she wasn’t listening at all to what I was trying to say especially when I made it clear already that we don’t have to get it if it means making a huge scene.

In the end the lady finally managed to reach her manager and he arrives and charms the socks off my mom bc he’s 1, a tall handsome guy, 2, fluent native English speaker, and 3, gave her the damn discount. Fortunately the guy was kind to the employee too bc I think at least one of us would’ve started crying if he started berating her (either her or me bc I felt so fucking horrible about this). And guess what? It came out to a grand total of twenty dollars or something. It’s nothing to sneeze at but it’s also not worth 30 minutes of arguing and making everybody uncomfortable, especially when I literally offered to not even bother anymore with the coat and put it back on the rack.

After we walked out of the store my mom was still really upset and she turned to me and said she felt humiliated when I didn’t stand up for her, and that it’s not about the discount, it’s about “principles” or something. Which made me even more upset, because that wasn’t what I was trying to do and I don’t agree with the “principle” or whatever. I told her I was just trying to deescalate the situation. She still insisted that the woman was incompetent and she didn’t want to deal with incompetent new hires. In the end, I did get her to at least agree that it’s not worth arguing over a $20 discount when there are other solutions available such as just not buying it anymore.

So I guess I’ll ask: AITA for not siding with my mom in an argument over a discount at a department store?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[ziauhh]

My void Journey

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Hello my Hottie bitches, so you all have been requesting me so much for my void success story so here i am with my Badass success mf hope y'all gonna enjoy ♡

Backstory:

Now i was like you guys before i entered the void i would always be looking at succes stories, keep finding more n more void motivation asking Loa bloggers asks etc until i realised till when i am trying to do all this till when i will depend on others, if i keep making excuses then i am better dying like this so i got my shit together and head off towards the VOID 💩

How i entered the void:

I laid down and relaxed my body

I cleared my mind with a meditation

Then i started to affirm " I AM VOID"

Now within a few minutes i got the floating feeling my whole body got numb i couldn't feel anything and then i felt like something is consuming me like i am going into a black hole i knew i was so close to the void so i kept affirming and within a few seconds I WAS IN VOID so i affirmed for all my desires i used blanket affirmations like " I have all my desires, i have all my desires from my notes app etc" then i relaxed there for a bit and said i am out of void and so i was. But the feeling i got after coming from void was so different because i knew i got all my desires, THEY ARE MINE PERIODT damn and then i fell asleep.

My experience of waking up with my desires:

So my alarm rang at around 7 a.m, so i took my phone to turn it off but then i was like wait is this my phone i checked on the phone and it was fucking IPHONE 13 PRO MAX in Black then realisation hit me and i was like 💀 WTF i manifested my dream life although i wasn't shocked because i shifted to a reality where i always had this but it was still crazy, then i turned on the internet and notification started blowing on my phone 😱 I checked on my insta and scrolled over to see my posts and then another realisation hit me when i saw my own damn pics like it was my db and df LMFAO i was looking so stunning like a fucking Goddess 👀, so i ran up towards my bathroom to see myself in the mirror and i can't believe THIS IS ME THIS GORGEOUS LADY IS MEEEEE : ) then another realisation hit me when i saw my bathroom it was so luxury i can't so i checked up everything in my room after then, my closet which has all my clothes from the pinterest board IMAO and each and every corner of my room was how exactly i wanted it to be, then i again came back to my bed and saw a Good morning message i checked it out and it was from a mf hot guy 😳 he was so hot and handsome and guess what he is my Bestie 😭 ( soon to be boiifriend 🙌) i was literally drooling over him all this time we talked for half an hour and then i heard my mom calling me for breakfast so i went down to have breaky but i was too stunned to speak not only because of the view of the house but also seeing that my parents and my brother looks so much different they all looked like Rich asses dipped in some gold IMAO i thought it was all a dream 😭 like how can i end up having all this but IT'S THE FREAKING REALITY, anyways then i took a nice shower chose a pretty dress from my closet and watched some Netflix ( i am a trendy whore ) then in the eve i went out with my friends for shopping we clicked a lot of pics and hung out it was so fun. It was the best day of my life i have never experienced that before. I never thought that there would be something like void which would change my life completely. Everything is so mesmerizing i can't i am literally gonna cry but i have to say I LOVE MY FREAKING LIFE NOW BECAUSE THIS. IS. WHAT. I. DESERVE 😭💕

What all i manifested:

Waking up in a whole ass mansion

Luxury cars

50k in my bank every 24 hour

Rich ass parents

Desire face & body

Being smart af

All past grades to straight A's

Iphone 13 pro max

Other apple products

Perfumes

Best school life

Everyones crush

A guy bestie ( soon to be boiifriend )

And so much more ........ 🙌

Teaser:

I will share my Video/picture proofs with y'all of all my desires soon don't you worry but idfk when maybe after few days or weeks maybe when i think it's time to share but don't brag on my asks saying when are you sharing it i will but when i want.

PS: Will share my real insta id too @

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Yeah that's the end i hope you liked it sexies 👀💜

Love

XoXo : )

#law of assumption #manifesting #self concept #spirituality #reality shifting #positivity

[satansreadingglasses]

Demon Brothers x Gn!MC

smut smut smutty headcanons

Basically their preferences during sex with MC (positions, fav places, etc.)

Warnings-Mentions of pegging, hentai, degradation, (minor)claustrophilia, hate fucking, sex in front of a mirror, semi-public sex, somnophilia, pillow humping

a/n- I’m probably gonna do some plus size MC stuff next, but it might take a bit cuz I have terrible writters block rn

Lucifer

He’s definitely more vanilla than the rest

(personal opinion ofc)

But I feel like he’s so much more “old fashioned”

He’d be happy just fucking into you and gazing down at you, anywhere

His fav position is missionary, he just loves to see how fucked out you look and his heart melts everytime he watches your body tighten when you cute

He thinks it’s so cute

He’d prefer fucking you in his bedroom, but if you want to do somethin in your room, he’s totally cool with it

But if you’re into more kinky stuff, he’d look into it and try things out with/on you

He just loves you so much and wants to keep you happy

Mammon

Mammon’s a bottom and a sub, I stand by that

It’s not that he doesn’t have stamina to top you, he’s just too lazy

That and he loves the way you smirk at him when he whines

it makes him feel twenty times better when you give him little kisses while you fuck him

His fav position is a tie between doggy style and missionary

Like I said, he loves little kisses when you top him, and what better position than missionary?

And, whether your pegging him or just fucking him, he loves feeling your fingers on his back and through his hair

Gentle pulling would probably be enough to make him cry, just from how good he feels

He’d love to have sex with you literally anywhere (mammon = horndog)

So he doesn’t really have a favorite, just anywhere you feel comfy

Leviathan

Levi 100% watches Hentai, so who knows what he’s into (tentacles)

He’s the type to joke about milfs, dilfs, etc. 

But in reality he would go feral for someone older than him

While he’s got a degradation kink in the game, he’d probably want something a bit more intimate

He seems so insecure most of the time, so maybe a mix of praise and degradation

He’d really like cowgirl, whether he’s on top or you are, he doesn't care

Just the thought of being so close to you and your warm body makes his brain short circuit

His favorite place would be someplace small, like a closet or something similar

He just feels like the type of guy who’d like to feel as close to you as possible

Satan

Lucifer’s office.

That’s all I need to say, but I’m gonna say more anyway

He’d love to bend you over his older brothers desk and let loose, hearing you whine and moan about how good he is and how much better he is than Lucifer

Once he meets you he starts to read a shit ton of smutty books, and then imagines how you and him would act it out

He’d also love to try fucking you while he makes you read out loud

It could be literally any book, listening to you stutter over words really pushes him over the edge

His favorite position changes on his mood

If he’s pissed then it’s doggy, if he’s in a lovey mood it’s butterfly

He’d hate fuck you, but then right after he’d be really clingy (asking if you’re hungry, if you’re okay, if you need water, if you want him to run you a bath, everything.)

Asmodeus

Asmo thinks you two are the two most gorgeous creatures in the universe

So what better way to have sex than in front of a mirror?

He’d go from behind, to make sure you’re still watching everything

Whether he has to do it by tugging up your hair or even holding up your face, he’s happy to do anything

If it’s a bathroom mirror, he’d bend you over with your hands on the counter

If it’s a full length, you’re on your hands and knees, and he’s right behind you

He just loves how beautiful/handsome you look all fucked out and tired

But if you’re dominating him, then it’d just be reversed

He’d insist on showing you how amazing you both look in that state and he wouldn’t stop pestering until you agree

He thinks you’re so great, second only to him (it’s a very close second)

Beelzebub

Would honestly be pretty open to anything

He doesn’t consider himself a bottom or a top, a sub or a dom, nothin

But he’d be anything you want

You want someone to fuck you until you’re crying for them to stop? He’s your guy

You want someone to be your little toy? He’s your man

He’d never admit it, but he has fantasies about having sex in a gym locker room

He’d probably pass out if you ever suggested it

And once you two do have sex in a locker room, he’s never the same

Mixing a hobby he loves and a person he loves sounds like heaven to him

Belphegor

His favorite place is in bed

And not just on the bed, but in it

All bundled up in covers, half asleep, skin to skin kinda sex

Somnophiliac

He adores how cute you sound when he lazily fucks you in the middle of the night

His fav position is spooning, with him behind you of course

If you said he could, he’d grind and touch on you all night (if not then he’d wait)

He’s also into overstim, making you cum until you’re fully awake would be a dream

A fantasy he has would be to watch you hump one of his pillows

Whenever you’re not around to help him, he imagines how cute and embarrassed you’d look while humping his pillow and he cums almost immediately

#Lucifer obey me smut #mammon obey me smut #levi obey me smut #leviathan obey me smut #Satan obey me smut #Asmodeus obey me smut #Asmodeus obey me #Beelzebub obey me smut #beel obey me smut #belphegor obey me smut #belphie obey me smut #obey me x reader #obey me x gn reader #shall we date x reader #obey me x mc #obey me x gn mc #obey me headcanons

[thebottomfromhell]

I want some angst. How about the Superior Moons kill him for a certain reason and go on with their lives normally, but finding themselves unable to escape of your "ghost". Little things they saw or did reminded them of you and that started to torment them, turning into sadness and longing, although like demons it was very likely that they didn't quite understand these feelings. Preference for human and male readers, but can be gender neutral too

We want some angst! I'm very sorry of how late this came, I really hope I can make up for the time. It was a long and busy week.... also, I hope everyone had a nice Halloween! Thanks for everything and let's see if you enjoy this work.

Uppermoons facing the "ghosts" of dead Human Male Reader

Warnings: Angst, Manga spoilers, Cannibalism, Literally dead reader, Self-harm, Self-steem/self-worth issues, Unhealty dependency, Suicidal thoughts, Suicide, Eating disorders, Character with PTSD, Character with paranoia, Emotionally stunted character,

Gyutaro (ft. Daki):

This wasn't supposed to happen, you were not supposed to die! He just... forgot how fragile you can be and how aggresive Daki can get, ok? Ok, he forgot. He forgot and that costed you your life.... fuck! He should have done something! Said something! Protected you! Kept your mouth shut! Anything! "Onii-chan?" She doesn't have any blood on her as he focus his gaze as his own blood heals (he is scratching his face, there as pieces of skin missing and a lot of blood), of course she wouldn't. Daki didn't like you that much, to her you where just some random guy trying to steal her big brother away. You were too proud to actually try and get along with her, you didn't like her much neither. "Are you ok?"

He can se your death in her, and he loathes it but... "Let me hug you.... ne..." he just smiles as she open her arms to recieve her onii-chan as Gyutaro butries his face on her shoulder, not minding that his blood is falling into her as he heals. It's her blood as well (she thinks remembers that much). Gyutaro always chose her over you and there is not even the choice right now, so.... and even if it wasn't the case, she is first.

Because you would have left anyway, was it because Gyutaro is nothing but an ugly freak or dying as a human. You would leave, you left, and it's because of him. Meanwhile Daki won't, can't leave. "I'm so sorry.... little sister... my little sister.... that you have such a pathetic excuse of a brother...." he hugs her tight as he whispers, not crying but needing to feel she is there, that she is safe, that is is happy. "Wha- No! Onii-chan is the best! You are the best big brother ever!" No, he is not. He failed her before, just like he failed you. He is nothing but a failure to others.

He is completely sure most people would be better if he never existed at all, but most of them are people he doesn't care about so he doesn't mind, let their lives be worse. But.... would Daki be better if he was not her onii-chan? You definetely would have been better off if you had never met him.... he should have let his mother kill him.

Gyokko:

You had a really bad taste from time to time, you know? He really tried to teach you how to correct it, but... you were a mere human. A handsome man, with an attitude Gyokko switched into hating and loving, but still a human. He should have known from the start to not get his hopes on you, he only ever wasted his precious time and effort on your but you have also tainted his art. Now in his times of creation he can't fully concentrate, the lessons he gave still imprinted in his mind! Every time he tries to connect with the sublime feeling a memory of you awakes! How is he supposed- fuck it! Let's just speak normaly.

You did a number on him, and Gyokko doesn't like that. What what else is there left to do? He already killed you, your guts are in a pot right now. He would get rid of them but he has been just adoring the taste so far, too bad he really can't get more from where those came from. That would be an interesting concept for a work of art, too bad it would only work on demons. Maybe he should have turned you into a demon instead of killing you, but you were so offensive to hi- HERE YOU GO AGAIN! YOU DON'T LET HIM CONCENTRATE!

Why can't you just leave like the rest? You keep pestering and pestering even after dying. This is why he killed you. But one day he will move on, until then... well, it's his own business.

Hantengu:

It wasn't him... it wasn't him, please believe it wasn't him! It's not his fault, he is innocent! Those are false accusations! False! .... But nobody is accusing Hantengu of anything. He is just.... it just wasn't him, ok? Don't mind that he is lying please, just believe it wasn't him. He wouldn't have killed you if you had believed it, but you didn't and NOW YOU ARE DEAD!! He can't take it! It's too much! Too much for him! Tiny and pathetic, defenseless against those villains! Those villains are to blame!

You are not coming back, though... are you? Not that he did anything but you are not mad at him, right? You would not become an onryō and take revenge, right? You love him too much for that! Probably... so it's just his imagination. Things just look like you, that it's why shadows have your face! The clones say there is nothing there, that he is just nostalgic, melancholic, maybe even guilty. They just don't get it! You are there!

He is constantly in a panic, trying to scape, trying to deny, "pl-pl-please leave me alone!" He crys and sobs when you are not there, yet... you are everywhere. The clones don't believe it so they can't protect him! Someone help him! You can't do it anymore... because Hantengu killed you.

Sekido:

You were the one to cross the line first, that is what Sekido tells himself. You made him angry, of course he was bound to react! You didn't make sure to have the other clones as back up! (Where the fuck was Karaku?! He is the one to take the bad end in those situations!) You were to one to insist, and insist, and insist in your argument of "I wAnT tO sTaY a HuMaN!" Look how well that ended, since you died a human! You should have just let Sekido turn you!

He is always angry, always violent. You knew that, said you loved hin for that but it seems you did all you could to deny yourself that Sekido could hurt you. THIS IS SO IRRITATING! You are- were a mere man, how DARE you go against him and think that just because he liked you a little you would get a free pass in surviving Upper 4?! That was so idiotic it infuriates him! "SHUT THE FUCK UP, Y/N!" He turns around to find Karaku, corcened for the other clone. Pleasure doesn't say anhthing, clearly contemplating if he should try and comfort Sekido, leave him be or tease him, last one is very tempting. You would know, you also liked to tease Sekido, and a lot.

Sekido uses his staff to attack Karaku, angry that his sole presence is reminding him of you, that he lost you. The anger is almost consuming him, to the point tears appear in his eyes as his face becomes red. He hates it! Just ehy did you have to be so stupid?! Why did he have to love you?! "Fucking.... WHY ARE YOU SO INFURIATING?!" His chest aches and he can only let the anger get the best of him, that is how he is built, after all. Maybe it was bound to happen, and it makes him cry.

Karaku:

You liked to stargaze a lot, it was of the few activities you could both do together any time. Most of the time you fell asleep, tired of whatever you did once the sun came up. Karaku always asked but barely did any effort to keep the information in his head, why would he? It was a world he was never part of. But he knew you, besides not knowing who you were under the sun, he knew the man you were under the moon and the stars. He likes that man a lot.

He tries not to feel guilty of your death, it was an accident, after all. He was fighting off some slayers and overdid it with his attack, making some trees fall over you. Humans are so easy to break, he always had to be way to careful with you. So he is more delicate with things on average now, so the won't break the same way you did. He doesn't like being careful, but it helps. He wonders where you are, he heard some people once say people go.... up. Whatever that means

Are you in the stars he is looking at? Can you see him? Karaku feels he can see you, so he will jeep coming back for you. "Are you that star? Shines more than the rest. I bet you are there." He is pleasure. He is not meant to be sad, or angry, or frustrated, or mourning, or... or anything that is not pleasurable. So... he keeps getting pleasure from you, in some way. "You better be dedicating it to me."

Urogi:

Urogi molts a lot, and that is not normal. He only ever does it when he is stressed, before that meant whenever was a fight between the clones or their master showed sights of being dissapointed or to show aggression, but now? He is doing it from start to end whenever he separates from the rest, leaving the others extremely concerned. Feathers fall off like leaves of a tree in autumn as they keep groing back, Urogi scratches himself way too much, not only ripping them off but irritating the skin and sometimes even causing wounds. If it wasn't because of his regeneration he would definetely look like those caged birds, almost featherless and and sore red, tensed up.

"Y/N! Y/N! Y/N! Please Y/N! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He is joy, he is not supposed to be like this. He is not supposed to cry, whine and beg like a pet that misses it's owner, but he misses you. He misses you a lot. He can't even look at himself without remembering you, because he can no longer feel you, smell you, see you or touch you. It was an accident, and he feels extremely guilty for it. He knew you could not keep up with him, that you could not stand him playing rough. He doesn't know why he did it, he got way too excited and suddenly... you were bleeding out. Urogi tried to help, but you had already lost too much blood by the time he got you to some human place.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Y/N! Y/N! Please come back! Please come back!" He keeps scratching himself, blood falling off his wings and wrists as it dries when the wounds heal, skin still irritated against the constant friction as he lies on to of the group of feathers that also start to cover him. You also liked his feathers a lot, just like he liked you a lot. He is basically waiting for to to pick him up, even if he knows you will never come back. "Y/N! Y/N! Please!"

Aizetsu:

He was always sad, is always sad. He is used to it, besides he doesn't come out that often. Sekido is a lot less careless than Karaku with his neck, and most of the time the those two are more than enough to deal with anything. Aizetsu doesn't like to come out, to work, to fight. You were one of the very few things that made him want to be separated from the others, he was not able to skiot his duties as Upper 4, but he always adored your company. Than you got in the way in a fight, and not only that, you got injured, and badly. One didn't need the knowledge he had of the human body to know you would not survive, and killing you quick instead of letting you agonize would be the most merciful thing to do. He knew exactly where to strike to make it painless, and he did it for you.

He can't bring himself to regret it, it was for the best, but that doesn't change the fact that he is disliking a lot more than he used to being outside. It's just sad. Sometimes he wonders why he isn't a "crybaby" or something, he just... doesn't cry, can't bring himself to do so, even for you. He doesn't know if it's because his body is so deppresingly tired or if it's his demon nature, but he is not one of those people who constantly cry, even is he constantly feel the need to express sadness.

"Y/N.... are you better in there?" He asks in the sky knowing there won't be an answer, the outside reminds him of you, even if now it feels... a little bit more empty than before. "I really hope you are." He misses you dearly, and he won't ever deny that. He wants you, but men like yourself are not meant to be forever around demons. You are meant to be free, he is not. That is sad.

Nakime:

Nakime is a quiet person, you were never as silent as her. It's weird to be back at the spaces empty of any sound, even your breathing made a noise she could detect, louder than hers, it took her a while to get used to it. Now, it seems it will also take her a while to get used of it being gone. She never thought she would miss a man, much less a human one, specially after she was the one who killed you. Well, it was not really her, but she is still responsible, since she should have known better than to let you wonder through the castle. Why didn't you tell her so she could keep an eye on you.

Nakime is a demon with a power than is above time and space, she didn't realize you got lost for long enough time for it to be unhealthy. She found you before you died, but the lack of food, water and sun made you sick, and that eventually kicked in. Why are humans so weak? Se doesn't remember being that fragile before she was turned, but again, she doesn't remember much about it.

Now the silence reminds her that you are gone for good, and she doesn't know what to do about it, since she doesn't have it inside her to fill it with anything that are not the cords that should have saved you. Another reminder. Then again, she will be ok. She lost her husband once she can get over another man in her life. She will get over it.

Akaza:

He didn't want to... but why? Just why? He tried to save you. Akaza barely remembers what happened, just that you were kissing and suddenly biting into each other and your scent, the one of your blood was so good, he couldn't help but have a taste. He has been so hungry! He already wasn't a glutton demon, but after meeting you he just... ate less. He ignored his master anger and disapproval in order to gain yours, to show he was not a monster, no matter how painful it became (Akaza suspects he has been manually making it worse as a punishment), he fasted. (Akaza already did fast from time to time as a buddhist, but extending the time periods did harm him).

Now he is not eating at all, he can't. Before he just could not eat women, they didn't do it, she was just a maid, how was Hakuji not supposed to let her go? But now? Now he can't eat men neither. The masculine scent, the high levels of testosterone, the blood... it ends up being you! It's always you! He can't it no matter how hard he tries to swallow- it hurts! But you being dead hurts even more than the angry twists in his stomach, and he is getting weaker. He needs to eat but he can't.

Why has Muzan-sama not killed him already? Did he enjoy seeing Akaza like this? A crying mess that only awaits for death? Because he wants to die. He doesn't care anymore, he WANTS TO DIE! Let him go back, let him go back! "Please... please, I beg you. Just kill me. Just kill me! KILL ME RIGHT NOW! I DON'T WANT THIS LIFE! I DON'T WANT A LIFE THEY ALL LEFT ME BEHIND!" He screams and sobs as he lies down on the ground, exposed. No swordsman comes in, they are all dead. No oddly optimistic adult hitting him until he calms down, he is also dead. No soft girl trying to make him feel better, she also died. Not even you, because he killed you.

Times passes, is the sun coming out. He feels like dying, he really feels like dying right now. Is the sun coming up? It doesn't even matter, is a matter of time. And as always, death comes by a whisper "Kibutsuji Muzan."

Douma:

Sometimes, just sometimes, Douma misses talking to you. But good things got to end sooner or later, don't they? And this ways, you will be always part of him, living forever inside. He had to find new ways to entertain himself at first, after he killed you, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. Just a bit of boredom! Everyday he finds new ways to entertain himself, might as well go to see what other Uppermoons are doing. If he is lucky he might even find Akaza-dono! Akaza-dono is always fun to be with, is the only one that doesn't try to scape him or outright ignore him, he is the closest thing he ever had to an equal. Yes, thinking about him is making think a bit less about you, should definetely give it a try.

Why does he things about you and his chest feels uncomfortable would be odd if it hadn't happened before. He has told you, shared that detail with you. You were a guy he could tell anything too, instead of just the other way around (that is probably why he misses you so much), so ofcourse you knew about Kotoha! Though, you seemed to dislike having Douma talking about for too long, you did your best to hide it, but he knew. How funny that you are now it the same situation then! Except he ate you for different reasons, you got too hurt by another demon a night you were outside, but you were just so hurt. Really bad, he just had to end your suffering, he did not like seeing you like that....

"I'm heading out tonight, thank you! I will be back in time to meet my followers, bye!" He tells a servant who knows, his parents served him too, got to see him grow up into an old man. Douma never got attached to him or his parents, just like he never got attached to his own parents, or any rollower at all... well, that is not true! You, Kotoha and to a lesser extent Inosuke have craved yourself a place in his mind, never leaving at all, following him 24/7, causing preassure in his chest. It's annoying. "Now, whe could Akaza-dono be today? Or maybe I can just visit the siblings! I know exactly where those are!" Douma will live, though. Same as always.

Kokushibou:

Get out of his head.... GET OUT OF HIS HEAD! YOU HAVE NO PLACE AMONG THE LIVING ANYMORE, IF HE CAN BE CONSIDERED LIVING, YOU ARE DEAD! And a dead man should always stay dead! He can't even look at his Katana without seeing your reflection in it! GET OUT! He hates it, he hastes how the death of a human is affecting him this much, he heates that he can't forget anything of you. What is he? A lovesick maiden? Damn it, why did that come to his head. You always used to call him a "fair and shy maiden", joking that you were his destinied gentleman. AS IF! NOT ONCE YOU EVER FIT INTO THE STANDARDS OF THE GENTRY!

He hates you. It's your fault! Why did you die?! What did you think was going to happen if you wore Hanafuda earings?! That he would like them?! That he would feel nice! He TOLD you several times the Hanafuda earings were nothing to mess with, that it was a past he didn't want to share. Was that your way to try and make him tell you? Tell you about a freak of a twin brother who was the strongests withojt even trying?! Brother that was better than him in every way?! Bother that now is DEAD and Michikatsu Kokushibou never had a chance?! Well, NOW YOU WILL NEVER KNOW!

"Why did you have to be just like him? I hate you both." He speaks out loud. He hates you. He hates Yoriichi. He hates himself.... you deserved it and he will forget you. Sooner or later he will have to fully forget you both. He has time enough for that. He should just focus, and practice with the katas. "Hachi no kata...." And best you all.

#demon slayer #kny #upper moons #kny x reader #top reader #karaku #urogi #gyutaro #aizetsu #douma #sekido #gyokko #hantengu #akaza #nakime #kokushibou #daki

[p1-f1]

Confession

Pairings: Craig Tucker x reader

Pronouns: she/her, AFAB

Warnings: A bit of angst, cursing, and a tiny bit of spicy

Notes: should I start adding a summary??? Also I'm so sorry this was late

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"You never even kiss him!"

"That doesn't fucking matter, Craig!"

Let's start from the beginning, shall we? Craig Tucker. Your best friend, since 2 years old. Your mother's are best friends too, that's why you met. And not only is he your best friend, but your crush too. The crush you've had for years.

You and Craig had a special bond. One that nobody could break. He was your first kiss, the one you held hands with first, the one you snuck out to cry to about your problems. Your best friend. Nobody could get in the way of the two of you. Well, at least that's what you thought.

Ever since you started dating Kenny, Craig has been distant. You've tried to talk with him but he tells you he's busy, or has somewhere to be. Maybe he was really busy, maybe be wasn't. Who knows.

In truth, your relationship with Kenny was almost one sided. He would initiate kissing, cuddling, basically anything. Because you found that every person other than your first boyfriend, Kyle Broflovski, wasn't right for you.

You had broken up with Kenny five months after you got with him. And it just so happened, that the day Kenny and you parted ways, was Craig's birthday. You were supposed to come over, but instead, Craig was alone. Alone with nobody except for his 13 year old sister, and Stripe.

And along with not seeing him on his birthday, you didn't feel the best. For some reason you missed Kenny. You felt heart broken. But you didn't love him. It was strange, but true. So, your bed had been your home for almost two days straight.

"You don't even kiss him! Or do whatever weird PDA shit he wants to initiate! It's unfair for him!"

"That doesn't fucking matter, Craig! Why do you care!?"

For some reason, you were crying. Tears fell from your eyes and you didn't even realize.

"Because! You missed my fucking birthday! And I could treat you so much fucking better if you spared me a second glance!"

"What?"

The realization that you had forgotten him hit you like a train. Along with that, he seemed like he really meant what he said.

"I could treat you so well! I've had a crush on you for years! But everytime I look at you youre with some guy literally begging for happiness! Stop looking around you and look infront of you!"

"Oh."

And before you knew it, Craigs arms found their place on your waist. He leaned down, putting his head on your shoulder.

"I'm so sorry.. "

"Don't apologize."

"I broke up with Kenny, Craig.. "

"You did?"

He pulled away, his eyes almost sparkling.

"Does that mean... "

The black haired teen looked at you, and you nodded. Next thing you knew your lips were locked.

And you knew that he'd kiss you forever. So after a minute or two, you pulled away. Sitting back on your bed, Craig found himself between your legs, leaning down once more.

You were trapped under him. But the feeling was amazing.

The kiss had gotten spicy, and his lips found their way to your neck.

"Craig- no, no, no... Calm down.. "

The teen pulled away, looking down at you as he straightened his posture. He looked intimidating. The usual cold expression returned to his handsome face.

"My girl..."

Your cheeks heated up at the name, as you reached for his hand, which you took with a squeeze.

"My boy... "

The two of you lay like that for a while, just admiring each other, until Craig rests on top of you. His blue hat laying on your chest with your hands on his back rubbing in smooth circles.

"Sorry I missed your birthday... "

"It's fine... If I knew my present was only a day later I wouldn't have complained... "

Dark blue eyes looked up at you, softening as they met with yours. He really was your boy.

#south park #pifi's asks #craig tucker x reader #craig tucker x yn

[calumsrockstar]

Written in the stars - Calum Hood

Contents: fluff, a bit of swearing and mentions of sex

In which the reader goes to a halloween party

Word count: 1.3k

y/b/n - your bestfriend´s name

Calum Hood x Reader (fem)

You look in the mirror trying to get your eyeliner perfect, when your best friend comes and scares you, smudging your eyeliner "y/b/n! My eyeliner!" You cry out. "I´m sorry y/n" your best friend laughs. You smile. "Now I gotta do this eye all over again." You couldn´t help but smile at her expression. "We gotta leave in 15" She winked, you rolled your eyes.

Ashton had been having his annual halloween party, literally everyone was going to go. He always went all out, that meant decorations, food, and many, many drinks.

You asked your friend "Half up half down or just leave it down?" "Definitely half up!" She smiled. You had a good look at yourself in the mirror. You were wearing a Padme costume from star wars, it was all white, and awfully tight. When you finally finished you asked her "What do you think?" She said "Turn around and do a little twirl" You did what she asked. "Gorgeous!" She exclaimed.

In the car, you were sitting in the passenger seat and your friend was driving. "y/n, how do you think the party will be?" You furrowed an eyebrow. "I´m not sure, I only know a few people, but I have you, so that´s good!" There was a quick silence. "Sooooo... Do you think you´re gonna fuck someone tonight?" She asked. Your mouth opened. "y/b/n! I don´t know anybody there!" You exclaimed. "That wasn´t a no!" she laughed.

You both entered the party. He really outdid himself this time. There were dim purple lights and the music was blasting. This could be fun, you thought.

You were immediately greeted by Luke, who was dressed as an angel, it really suited him, especially with his curly blonde hair. "Hey y/n!" I´m so glad you came! Can I get you a drink?" he said while hugging you. "I think it´s a little too early, but thanks Lu." You laughed. "That´s okay, the boys are next to the couch, come here." Luke exclaimed. Your friend was talking to a tall ginger guy, you asked her if it was okay if you went with Luke, she said it was okay, since she was clearly preoccupied with the man in front of her.

You went with Luke, and met with Michael and Ashton. Ashton was wearing a pirate costume and Mike was wearing a vampire one. "Ash, this party is amazing! You really outdid yourself" You told him. "This is no problem, just another saturday night." He joked. You hugged Michael and smiled.

Suddenly, your best friend came up behind you and dragged you to the dance floor, you gave an apologetic smile to all the boys and went with her.

The music in your veins was pumping, you were swaying to the rythym of the music with your friend, you were having more fun than you imagined, what you didn´t imagine, there was a tall, handsome brunette staring right at you.

He was completely hypnotized, your body moved in a way that put him in a trance, it was like he was mesmerized.

Michael came up to the boy, since he noticed he was staring. "Hey Cal, buddy, who are you staring at?" He looked at your direction. "Oh yeah, makes sense." He looked at him.

"Who is that?" Calum asked. "That´s y/n, she´s a friend." Michael smiled. "Dude, how come you haven´t introduced me to her?" "You never asked!" Michael laughed. "Hey, you´re wearing an Anakin costume! What a coincidence... That would be a conversation starter for both of you!" "Whatever, man." Calum sighed.

The party was coming to an end, your friend asked if you wanted to come home with her, since her friend was coming to pick her up. You said "No, it´s okay, i´ll stay here a while longer." You hugged her and said goodbye.

The only people left at the party were you, Luke, Calum, Mike and Ashton, and you all were sitting on the floor, talking. You were sat next to Calum, and you were nervous. He was the most beautiful guy you had ever seen, you could have been sucked into his brown eyes.

Ashton brought the most obvious fact up. "Hey, you guys are basically wearing a couple costume, and you guys haven´t introduced yourselves yet! I´ll start, y/n this is Calum, our friend." "Cool costume" You said to Calum. "Thanks, yours too." You both looked into each other´s eyes.

"Okay, are we gonna ignore the major tension y/n and Calum are obviously having?" Ashton blurted out. You both started blushing. "Ashton, we barely know each other." You said. "Eyes speak a thousand words sister." He laughed.

He was right. All you wanted to do in that moment was kiss him, but you didn´t know if he wanted the same, you just met him for God´s sakes! But the way he smiled at you made you wonder.

"I need to go get some fresh air, i´ll be back in a few minutes." You said, needing to think this through. "This is your chance, man!" Luke said to Calum. Michael and Ashton agreed. "I just met her, i can´t just go there!" Calum whispered. "Dude, we saw the way you guys were looking at each other, she looked like she wanted to devour you." Ashton said.

Meanwhile, you went outside, you could hear the faint music from inside, the air was crisp and cool, it was fall, your favorite season. There were no clouds, you could see thousands of stars. You sat down on the floor and sighed, thinking about Calum´s curly hair, thinking about how you wanted to put your hands through it.

Calum opened the door, the sound scaring you. You looked back, and it was him, wearing his adorable homemade Anakin costume.

'"Hey, i´m sorry if I scared you" He smiled. You smiled back, "It´s okay." He came up next to you. You patted the ground for him to come sit.

He sat down with his legs in front of him, looking at you. "So, are you enjoying the party so far?" He asked. "I am, but this costume is really tight, and I wanna get home and take it off." Calum laughed. "What about you? Are you enjoying the party?" You asked. "It´s better now that i´m here with you." You couldn´t believe your ears. Keep it cool, you thought. "That was so corny!" You laughed. Calum started blushing. "Well you laughed, so i´ve done my job."

There was a pause. "What are you thinking of, y/n?" He asked. "The stars look really beautiful tonight." You said looking up at the sky. "Yeah, they really are." Calum wasn´t looking at the stars, he was looking at you.

You laid down, soon after, Calum did the same. There was a silence, but it was comfortable, like you´ve known him all your life, and this was just another night.

Calum looked at you. "You know you look gorgeous tonight, y/n." You smiled. You passed your hands through his hair. "Thank you, Calum, you don´t look so bad yourself."

Calum gave you a slow kiss. You looked surprised. "Oh shit, sorry, i shouldn´t have done that, we just met." He looked away.

"It´s okay, Calum. I want this." This time, you were the one who brought your lips to his. The kiss was passionate, a fire that either of you have never experienced. After the kiss, you both smiled at each other.

"I think we need to go to more Halloween parties." Calum said.

"I wouldn´t be opposed to that." You laughed.

"Do you want to go out sometime? To get coffee?" Calum asked. "Already asking me on a date? But we only met!" You said sarcastically, laughing.

"Yes, I would love to."

#calum hood x reader #5 seconds of summer #5sos fanfic #calum hood

[gwyns]

https://www.tumblr.com/olenvasynyt/744516747797905408/hey-guys-maybe-elain-is-avoiding-lucien-and-is

This does make me wonder what really is going on inside Elain’s head. We don’t have her pov, so we don’t actually know how she really feels about Lucien. I feel like once we do get her pov, and she says something positive about Lucien, or about how she really felt all this time, E/riel’s will go “Sarah retconned it” or “Elain couldn’t stand Lucien but now it’s different”

Like we didn’t really know how Elain felt. We really don’t. Could she really not stand Lucien? Maybe. Could she actually be curious and have certain thoughts about Lucien? Maybe. But we don’t know and won’t know until we get her pov. E/riel’s act like they know for sure about how Elain really feels toward Lucien.

i agree with the post you linked to an extent, i definitely think elain finds him attractive since well... hello. not to mention, everyone else in the series always comments on how handsome he is, plus he's her mate. even if she hated his guts, she'd still find him hot, so i do think that plays into her avoidance

however, as far as we know, elain was in love with graysen and it was said in acosf i believe that she had just recently been able to hear his name without crying. my girl was mourning her lost love and future, i've been there, that shit stings. it's so hard to move on and even when you want to you feel guilty, no matter the circumstances. especially when a vow or promise is thrown into the mix. i think another layer to their tension is that elain doesn't want to fall for someone else, so she cuts herself off from the one person who was predestined for her. she's been heartbroken, she's spent the past two years picking up the pieces of her heart, it's still very much fragile and she's doing her best to protect it

she also had her agency taken away when she was forced into the cauldron, her body was quite literally, violated. this is where her thing with azriel comes into play, she wants to make a choice that's hers and hers alone, because if she goes to lucien, in her mind maybe, she's giving into what other people (and forces) want for her. we also have to remember that she grew up with a mother that didn't see any value in her beyond her beauty and marriageability. i believe the almost kiss with azriel was her telling everyone else, her mother, her sisters, fate itself, to fuck off. at least for right now

i also believe she's struggling with her loss of humanity, much like feyre and nesta did. feyre's wasn't as bad but she'd lived with the fae for months before being made and even then she expressed that she felt she'd always be other amongst them. nesta accepted cassian as her mate but didn't want to admit it because with that one word, the rest of her humanity is stripped away. elain is the one who had the most ties to the human lands, wouldn't it also make sense that she's the one clinging to her human side the most?

overall i don't think there's one clear answer as to why elain is avoiding lucien right now, i think it has many layers and facets to it. i honestly can't wait for elain's (and lucien's) pov!

#acotar #elain archeron #asks #anonymous #antielriel #anti e/riel

[faith--in-the-future]

milano summer festival recap

what a dayyyy !!!

first of all I arrived and the line was so fucking long I'm not kidding I had to walk 30 minutes to get to the end and the venue people had realized how many we were and opened the gates at like 1pm instead of 6pm skjsk it was INSANE and I was so emo already about seeing so many people there for my little guy 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I thought Milan in April was huge but this show was more than double the size !! it was incredible!!

so many fans are so young like I was genuinely one of the oldest excluding the parents 😭 I was like what do u study ? and they were like oh Im still in high school!! rippppp but I'm glad many people are still finding louis ! the girls next to me became fans just last year !! although all those parents standing around us not knowing the words were kind of annoying like go to the back man !!!!

also there was a big game in the stadium next to us and the line for that was right next to our line so there were all those dudes in footie jerseys looking at us with our flags and signs skjs it was very like 2 worlds collapsing and one guy yelled at us "there's the game and u guys want to see 1d??" and I was like sorry if we have TASTE ksjsk

when we finally got in everyone was lying on the grass picnic style and there were stand with food and drinks and merch all around! it was really cute !! and the stage was HUGEEE

fast forward 5 hours (🥲) to the snuts and they were good although nobody knew a word and it was v awkward sjjsks but they didn't seem too annoyed sjks I felt bad also bc I couldn't even understand them ripp

then finally louis !!!! literally nothing will ever compare to the wmi intro and that feeling!!! gahhh so good !! bigger than me was fucking amazing live I feel so blessed 😭😭😭 the visuals and lights are absolutely a work of art they look so beautiful! and then it zooms on the fans when he says it's bigger than me ??? the intelligence in that ! the emotion !!! the ART!! and not many people knew it well yet so u can hear his voice fairly fell and it was so good 😭 I'm so proud of how far he's come !!! it's so impressive!! his VOICE!! God!! and then he was like so glad we got that out of the way !!! skdjkd he's so funny 😭 he looked so cute, this little red dot running around like crazy to wave to everyone!! and on the big screens he was so HANDSOME!! and he kept interacting with the fans in the front and making silly faces and being absolutely wonderful!!! he was so happy and emotional and proud you could FEEL it in the air it was so 😭😭 I'm just so incredibly happy for him he makes my heart so full :((( <3333 when he sat down to make his speech I was crying and in the other moments u could see how much he was in disbelief and I just wanted to yell YOU DESERVE ALL THIS AND MOREEEE !!!!! I hope u get to do this forever!!!

I'm kinda sad I didn't get to hear change bc I also didn't have it at my show in April but we got BTM so it's fine skdjdk also nobody knew the words to 7 it was so Annoying like he's been playing this for ages people!! I was singing tho sjsjsk and I'm kinda glad I could hear his voice so well !! also in beautiful War God that song sang by him is so fucking stunning and hearing him say the warmth of your bodyyyy always makes me shiver !! I would do anything to be his s/o it's true 😭😭😭 also there were SO many fireworks all the time it was such a good show !!!!! the walls visuals are also so beautiful and clever!!! and the band was at the top of their game !!! Steve and Michael absolutely smashed everything and every time they were in the screens u could see how fucking hard they were going!! I'm sure everyone was emotional about the tour ending 😭😭 ltwt you were everything and more!!!!

I'm so grateful I got to experience louis' growth and healing process with him and that I got to be even a small part of that journey and of the happiness that he was radiating tonight ♡

being a louie is such an honor and constant reminder that your heart can always store more love and pride for that sweet little man ! it never ends !!! love you forever louis ❤

ps: special thanks to @weareonejazzhand for allowing me to have this experience and to @tanktop-lou for the ride ! love ya !

I leave you with a pic of the state of my poor shoes

#milano summer festival #fan recap #this is all i think 😭 very emotional night

[alittlebit0fmayhem]

Here Comes The Sun (MITM Pt 2)

(Steven Grant x Fem!reader x Marc Spector) XXX fic

Part 1

I’ve been trying to come up with ideas for this for like weeks, 

but I think I’ve finally gotten there.

I stg if this gets no interaction I’m going to cry.

also like omfg I’m so sorry this took so long.

Summary: As to be expected, Steven wasn’t exactly thrilled with fronting at the aftermath of you fucking one of his alters, or maybe he was? Too many new feelings for him to tell, but now that the revelation of you also being an avatar had come to the surface, you were all too quickly pulled into their shenanigans, though you didn’t mind, they did. A lot.

Warnings: Self doubt, verbal arguments, fighting (combat), mentions of injuries/blood, NSFW (+18), Oral (m/receiving), clitorial stimulation, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex (Don’t be a joker, wrap your poker kids), Fem!Domme if you squint.

Once again, if you see any formatting/grammatical errors, please let me know!

Enjoy <3

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Everything had gone to shit between you and Steven, and you knew, painful as it was to admit, it was majorly your fault. 

Or, you assumed it had at least, you weren’t actually sure. After the... ‘incident’ so to speak between you and Marc, you hadn’t seen Steven front in a few days. Wether it was due to Marc suppressing him, or him electing to stay hidden you weren’t sure, but it induced your anxiety all the the same. 

As you sat at some hole in the wall bar in the middle of the tourist district of Cairo, stirring some shitty attempt at a sex on the beach, you couldn’t deny,

You felt like a giant asshole.

It had taken so long to get Steven to warm up to you, to build the immense amount of trust you two had shared. And you threw it all away in a matter of minutes, and for what? Why? Because you were horny for some guy you had just met? Because you were so desperate and touch starved you were willing to let a stranger (albeit an extremely handsome one) take you on your own damn kitchen counter? You felt pathetic. 

And now, your friendship and what had the potential to be more with Steven was gone because of your rashness. You huffed out a breath and practically let your face fall into your palm, the crook of your elbow resting across the bar counter shamelessly. You resisted the urge to outwardly cringe, as you let the memory of a few days ago swim around in your head. 

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“...Hi...Steven...”

Steven blinked up at you, finally able to tear his eyes away from the floor. His flustered stare met your eyes, your tits, your everything really, in a fumble. And then all at once, it seemed that the realization that you weren’t the only one indecent had just hit him. 

He damn near choked and spun around to tuck himself quickly back into his trousers, as you decided it was time to attempt some decency of your own. You grabbed a near by paper towel and quickly whipped Marc’s cum off your thighs, and then made a reach for your shorts and underwear. You were going to grab your shirt, and then your eyes laid on the remnants of it strewn about your floor.

Right, you thought, Marc had literally torn it off your body in the midst of everything, you had somehow forgotten. When you cautiously drew your gaze back to Steven, he was still stood there, back turned to you, hands stuffed in his pockets awkwardly. You resisted the urge to smile, even after he had literally seen you coved with cum that came from his body, he attempted to give you at least a little bit of respect.

You cleared your throat, “Steven?” you chirped. Your voice was crackly and nervous, as if you were waiting for him to lash out at you at any moment. Steven stiffened upon hearing your voice, his shoulders tensed and you could imagined the way his face must’ve been scrunched up in embarrassment. “Uh, yeah?” he responded, even more nervous sounding than you. 

You bit your lip, “I um, don't exactly have a shirt on me right now, would it be okay if I grabbed one really quick and then we could talk?” You felt so stupid being this embarrassed, realistically he had watched the whole thing take place between you and Marc, why should a bit of nudity be so scandalous? Still you knew Steven, and you knew it would be unfair to subject him to your pride, you needed to remind yourself, he wasn’t Marc. 

And there was nothing wrong with that.

Steven after a while dropped his head, and removed a hand from his pocket to rub the back of his neck bashfully, “Yeah sure- right then, I'll be waiting, no rush.” 

And with that you gave him nod you knew he couldn’t see, and dashed off to your bedroom, formulating in your head a million different words to say when you returned. 

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But unfortunately, you weren’t granted the privilege of saying those words to him, because when you returned he was no where to be seen. And all you could do, was stare pitifully at the breezy open window in your living room, and reconcile with the fact that you had just fucked up, big time. 

And now here you were in Cairo, chasing down a man who most likely wanted nothing to do with you, and his even more intimidating alter who wanted you nowhere near the lines of combat. Even better, having to dread their reaction when they realized you were here, because as of now they still had no idea. 

You had followed them to Egypt with no hesitation the second you realized they were leaving. It wasn’t that hard to stay unnoticed, you just kept your head down, strayed not too close, and avoided them during night time when they were hyper aware. Honestly it might’ve been a little obsessive, but there was no way you were letting them take on whatever the hell they were facing alone, they were getting hurt only over your dead body.

And to be fair, it wasn’t entirely up to you. You served a goddess after all, and it all really came down to her divine opinion. Which in this case, was falling into line with your own.

She had no qualms with you protecting the men you cared about, it was what she had planned for all along. The reason she had put you on the path to meeting them in the first place. 

Though you couldn’t see her all of the time, you could easily visualize Sol’s smug smirk when you would drag some thug following Marc into an alleyway to take care of him, or when you would tip some cultists off in the wrong direction.

You weren’t sure if Marc was actually oblivious to your presence, or if he was choosing to ignore you, but you protected him all the same. You were only temporarily lurking in the shadows, you were waiting for Steven to front, when he did you would reveal yourself. You just wanted to talk to him, to at least see if he was mad at you or not. Despite that though, you couldn’t deny the anxiety that surrounded you at the thought of seeing him again.

You knew you owed Steven an explanation, but truthfully you were still wrapping your head around the whole situation yourself. You had mulled over it millions of times at this point, but you still had no idea what possessed you to fuck Marc. 

Was it his charisma? His confidence? Or was it that he looked like Steven and you had already craved him for so long. You still weren’t sure. You weren’t usually like that, though you had no problem expressing your sexuality and you certainly weren’t a prude, you had never been so desperate before. And it scared you, how was Marc capable of bringing that side of you out? Could he do it again? Did you want him to?

You had chalked it up to some weird spiritual connection between two avatars at first, perhaps that was just what happened when two celestial beings around the same age and preference came into contact? Far weirder things had happened in mythology. 

Still though, you knew deep down it was more than that. You wanted Marc, in a way you hadn’t quite wanted anyone before. You wanted to feel his rough hands around your throat, you relished in the dirty things he grunted into your ears, and you had no issue in how he used your body so deliciously.

You had felt guilt for Steven at first, it was his body also, should you had asked him for consent as well? I mean yes, Marc was his own person, but you weren’t really sure of the dynamic the two had, would Steven be okay with Marc using their shared body for such acts? Did he even have a say?

You groaned suddenly, all the thoughts swarming your brain were starting to give you a headache. It was around midday, and the bar was relatively empty. You would usually be out trailing Marc, but you had lost him, annoyingly. You weren’t too worried about it though, from what you could see he could very well hold his own. You decided to take a break, and resume your duties when the sun set, at which point, he would become increasingly easy to spot.

It wasn’t every night a figure cloaked in white bondage flew through the air.

You chuckled at the thought, and at this point had given up on trying to enjoy your drink all together, in favor of blowing bubbles into it thoughtlessly instead. Perhaps if you were paying attention you would’ve noticed the chatter of other patrons die down at the new figure who had just stepped through the entrance. Or how they angrily stomped over to you with a fury like no other.

You half noticed someone sit down next to you, not even bothering to look up. You were examining your nails, thinking off about how you were in desperate need of some self care, your train of thought interrupted by a voice that practically cut through the air. 

“You wanna tell me what the fuck you’re doing here?” 

You froze, not even bothering to hide your widening eyes, you slowly wrenched your head to the side, praying to Sol that somehow you weren’t about to see who you thought you were.

And yet, there he was in all of his disheveled, pissed off glory, Marc Spector. Looking about ready to bend you over his lap at any given moment. 

You cleared your throat, and averted eye contact. You tried to muster a witty comeback, something petty. “You’re not the only avatar in town.”

You wanted to punch yourself.

You could see Marc’s jaw tick.

He breathed in through his nose, his withering restraint ever present. “Did me and Steven not make it clear enough to you that your safety is our number one priority?” His voice was reprimanding, scolding. There was a suggestion of evenness to it, you hadn’t pushed him off the edge just yet. But you were close, and you could tell.

“Perhaps Steven did, the last and only time you had talked to me before this you were too busy shoving your tongue down my throat.” Not that you minded.

It was a low blow bringing Steven into this, but you were pissed, at either them or yourself, you weren’t sure. 

You watched a vain pop out of Marc’s neck, and the next thing you knew, a hand was around you forearm, and you were being dragged out of the bar. 

“Wha- HEY?!” you yelped as Marc strung you down the hot, busy street. He was looking ahead, eyebrows furrowed slightly, jaw set with practically no regard for the girl he was currently manhandling. He grip was firm, and only hurt enough for you to like it. Your eyes were wide and disbelieving, who the hell told him he could treat you like a child? Certainly not you.

In one fluid movement, you pulled your arm out of his grasp, causing him to stumble back slightly. You stood firm, and watched him regain his footing, his annoyance present on his expression. “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but you are not going to manhandle me.” You bit, disregarding the passerbys who watched the exchange with a hint of concern. Marc scoffed, and pinched the bridge of his nose, inhaling for a second before looking back up at you and pointing his finger at you face.

“You have no business here, you’re leaving right the fuck now, before you end up doing something stupid, and getting yourself killed” He chided, he went to grab you again but you ducked out of his reach and pushed him back by the chest. As he quickly recovered and stood straight, he looked you dead in the eyes, his stare daring you the push him any further. You gazed over his shoulder, and were met with a reassuring sight. 

There stood Sol in all her divinity, leaning against a shop’s pillar, watching the interaction with amusement. Her perfectly smooth and decorated arms crossed, she met your gaze and nodded in encouragement. You knew what that meant, if you considered backing down before, that consideration was thrown out the window now. 

You snapped your focus back to Marc, his glare hadn’t wavered. You took a strong step forward, “I can protect myself, more so than you right now. The daytime is my domain, and if you think I'm going to let you push me around, you have another thing coming, Spector.”

Marc gridded his teeth, and opened his mouth to reply, but before he could he was interrupted by a startling sound.

A deafening scream broke through the tension. Your heads both shot towards the sound, your eyes registered the threat in tandem. A girl, no older than 15 was being mugged by a group of five older men, only about 50 feet away. As you looked closer, you examined a scale tattoo on one of their arms, so much for ‘balance’, you thought. You watched the one closest to her grab her wrist, and it was as if your avatar mode locked into place in an instant. Before you could even register you had done it, you recognized the light weight of you golden nordic armor, and the feeling of your endless golden whip in your hand. 

You surged forward at rapid pace, not giving any of them time to react as you shot your whip forward with unnatural accuracy, and it coiled around the man’s arm, pulling the young girl out of his grasp, and tugging him forward intensely. You felt no remorse as his body slammed into the ground, and the air in his lungs swiftly abandoned him. 

By the time the others had noticed and began to run at you, you were already knocking them off their feet with a sharp woosh. You marched forward and punched the nearest standing one, relishing in the wet crack that sounded from his nose under the impact of your fist.

As he stumbled back and groaned, you kicked him flat in the chest, causing him to fall back and hit his head, rendering him unconscious. You ignored the surging ache in your hand, it would be healed tomorrow. 

You clocked in your peripheral one of the men regaining his standing and moving towards you, but before you could defend yourself, you saw him get tugged away from you and promptly decked square in the jaw. You had forgotten for some moment that Marc was still here.

You were about to rush into the fight and help him, but found yourself otherwise distracted. You couldn’t lie, watching Marc’s quick weaving form and heavy handed combat skills, was like watching a machine. “Seem’s like the bed is not his only area of expertise.” Sol remarked. You found yourself nodding absentmindedly. 

He had already pummeled the lot of them, and was currently working on the last standing idiot who hadn’t just fled. He landed a sift jab into the guys rib, and didn’t ease up as the man screamed in agony, he just kept going, beating him into the nearest wall. Only did he stop when the man laid unmoving on the ground. 

You crossed your arms and leaned against a food cart as Marc eased up and took in deep breaths, rotating his neck and shoulders. The girl was nowhere to be seen, and the street was completely cleared out expect for a few who stood behind dusty shop windows watching the fight. Marc heaved slowly, the sight causing your thighs to press together. He had a look of aloofness present as he turned to regard you. Then as he looked down, his eyes widened with urgency.

“FUCK, Y/N LOOK OUT!” he shouted, but you had no time to process it, as you felt an extreme jabbing pain in the side of your leg. You released a sharp scream of agony, and as you stumbled to the side you saw him, the guy you had pulled down initially was partially recovered, and sat on his knees, with a bloody knife gripped tightly in his hand.

It was covered in blood all the way up to the hilt, he had got you good. You landed against a wall, and slumped down, hissing in pure pain, it was nothing you hadn’t felt before but it was deep, and the jagged edges of the knife left a wound that was sure to scar, despite of super natural healing. 

You screwed your eyes shut and winced, gridding teeth on full display as you tried not to scream again. You could faintly hear a heavy noise of impact and a thud, but didn’t dare open your eyes, too busy focusing on trying to contain the liquid gushing out of your leg.

You felt a soft hand close around your shoulder, and you hoped one eye open to see Marc kneeling in front of you, frantically looking over your figure. Wait, you internally questioned. His eyes were wide and unsure, and his eyebrows were tightly knitted, his hands were moving around wildly, and though your hearing was muffled from the adrenaline rushing your veins you could see his mouth opening and shutting quickly. 

It wasn’t until he hoisted you up, and began jogging towards the direction of what you assumed to be were they were holed up that you were able to hear his voice.

“Fuck-shit-oh bugger, bugger- don’t you worry love, it’s gonna be okay, you’re gonna be okay,”

Your breath caught in your lungs, Steven, it was Steven. You craned your neck to look at him, and observed his familiar stuttering worry, and the urgency in his expression, he was back, he came back when he realized you need him. The thought would've had you smiling if not for the burning pain you were experiencing. 

You didn’t say anything, you simply closed your eyes, and dropped you head against his chest, content with listening to his ramblings all the way to his and Marc’s motel. 

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You were currently in one of Steven’s oversized museum t-shirts he had purchased from the gift shop, leaning against a creaky headboard, on a stuffy bed, in a motel room that was most certainly not worth whatever Marc and Steven were paying.

Your hair was messy and mused, and your eyes were somewhat bloodshot. No doubt, the half empty bottle of bourbon you were currently nursing against your lips failed to help in that case.

You tried not to, but you once again glanced down at your leg. It had been disinfected and stitched, the professionality of Steven’s stitch job was arguable, but with your guidance he tried his best, and to you that was all that mattered.

With Sol’s consultancy, you determined you would be okay. It would scar, but based on the angle the guy jabbed it in at, and with the help of some much deserved healing on Sol’s part, you’d be good as new within a few days.

The pain had dulled to a tremoring ache, lessened by the aforementioned bourbon that became your muse as Steven repeatedly jabbed a needle through your leg with no anesthesia. 

The man of question was currently in the bathroom washing your blood off his hands, apparently it took a lot of scrubbing, because he had already been in there for about ten minutes at this point. Which made you wonder, if it was even going to be Steven that walked out.

If it was Steven, a very awkward conversation was about to take place. 

You knew that an apology on your part was in order, but frankly you weren’t even sure to what extent you need to apologize. 

Definitely for blatantly lying to him about who you were for so long, and for not telling him about Marc, but there was some uncharted territory you had yet to mentally cover.

You had fucked one of his alters, and you weren’t really sure if that was something you needed to apologize for. 

What would you even say? “Sorry it wasn’t you first?” He didn’t even know you liked him. Not to mention, you still weren’t really sure how their dynamic worked. For all you knew, Steven could have been completely okay with it, perhaps he didn’t care about you that way in the slightest. Where you being conceited thinking he’d care? You earnestly didn’t know.

You were broken out of the construction your cognitive strategy by the sound of the bathroom door slowly clicking open.Your head drifted to the side, and you couldn’t help your pupils dilating to take in the sight in front of you.

Steven was leant against the door frame, watching you with a nervous sense of worry, but you were more so focused on the muscle tee and sweat pants that clothed his person.

You didn’t need to ask, there wasn’t a chance in hell that Marc would’ve brought many of Stevens clothes to wear. It was interesting to you to see stuff like that, the little differences that only made themselves present to those who looked closer.

You let Steven approach you, slowly, almost pattering towards you, fiddling his thumbs in a simmering distress. When he finally sat down on the bed, you remained quiet, being smart, letting him make the first move.

He took a deep, reaffirming breath, and spoke. “Hey, so, um- we probably have a few things we need to talk about, yeah?” he said, his voice soft. He hadn’t elected to make eye contact with you yet, and you wouldn't force him.

Your eyes softened, and you regarded him with an uneasy smile. “Yeah...” you responded, equally as soft.

He didn’t reply, which meant it fell on you to take the lead. You sighed, “I guess I should start off by telling you the truth,” You begun, “I initially moved to London under Sol’s guidance, I've been her avatar for a while now. I met you, because she asked me to, I became friends with you naturally, which wasn’t really what I anticipated but oh well you know?” You tried to laugh but it came out more sad than you intended.

Steven still hadn’t said anything, still hadn’t looked at you. 

You cleared your throat, “I started to notice... signs of Marc after a while, and so I did something in hindsight I really shouldn’t have, I did some snooping, and found the storage locker.” Steven stiffened, but didn’t tell you to stop. “I wasn’t sure if you were lying, if you had some dark past you didn’t want me to know about, if any of it was real... And I didn’t ask, probably because I was afraid of the answer.”

“I realized you- or rather, Marc was Khonshu’s avatar that night, and that’s kind of when everything shifted. I started to wonder if this was all some ploy orchestrated by Khonshu and Sol to set us up, if I would be in danger if I confronted it, I just- there’s not really any excuse, I was sort of just... scared.” Stevens thumbs stopped moving, and finally he turned his head and looked at you. He didn’t cry, didn't scream, he just looked disappointed. 

You bit your lip, “But I'm sorry, for not telling you who I was sooner, for lying, I’m  sorry for all of it, and I'm not sure if things can ever go back to before, but you need to know, that I'm not leaving you to deal with this on your own, and that every step of the way, I’m right there with both of you.” your voice was even, assured.

Steven’s expression softened, and he nodded. “Okay,” he said, “I forgive you.” you looked at him, startled. “Just like that?” you asked, disbelieving. And finally after, days of yearning to hear it, you heard Steven laugh. “Yeah love, just like that.” he smiled, you smiled back.

All of a sudden, it seemed an air of idiotic confidence over to took you, because you said,

“also i’m like really, super sorry about fucking Marc but it kinda just happened, and I was horny and you’re both just insanely attractive and it’s like, I've liked you for so long and I sort of just-”

Steven clamped his hand over your mouth before you could embarrass yourself any further. You were panting into his and by the time he did, eyes wide and anxious, his just as much. Only he was blushing like a maniac, and you were in the process of getting there.

Steven sputtered, he was utterly perplexed, unsure of how to even start. The girl he’s literally been hopelessly in love with for months just confessed to liking him in the most chaotic way possible. Everything was calm, everything was settled, and then you just threw that in there like an axe to his face. Better late than never to dress the elephant in the room he guessed. 

He looked into your eyes, and the first thing he saw was fear, most likely, fear of rejection. 

“You like me...” Steven stated, you nodded slowly unsure. Steven breathed sharply through his nose, and removed his hand from your mouth. Trying to focus on the matter at hand, and not on how close you were to him right now.

Your lips were clamped together, in favor of keeping any other idiotic from words flying out. Steven nodded, “Okay, well... That’s good then, because I've been bloody mental about you from the moment we met.” 

You swore you could feel your brain short circuit right there. You had waited so long to hear those words, so long that it was painful. Steven Grant liked you, and you felt like a fucking higschooler, because fuck, if the thought alone didn't make your heart flutter...

Steven’s tongue prodded against the inside of his cheek, he debated saying the words that were swimming around in his head at the moment, and he really wouldn’t had said them, if not for Marc’s chiding tone in the back of his head.

“If you don’t fucking man up and take her, I will, gladly.”

If there was one thing Marc Spector knew how to do, it was how to push Steven Grant too far.

“And if I'm being honest, I wasn’t really upset about the fact that Marc slept with you, I was more so upset that he beat me to it.”

...

Oh? you internally thrummed.

It was with that, that Steven had unknowingly released an entirely new side of you. You quirked one eye brow, and sat up, nervous attitude nowhere to be seen. A slow smirk was beginning to form on your lips.

You leaned forward, “is that so?” you purred, Steven practically coughed, as you placed both hands on his shoulder and pushed him back. He almost went into cardiac arrest, as you straddled him and begun to slowly grind your core against his.

“Y-yeah...” he whispered, all he could think as he observed your tussled hair and lazy smile, was how incomparably gorgeous you looked.

You tutted lowly, and let your head fall the side, as you looked him up and down affectionately. “Well then, I hope you’re prepared to finish what you started.”

I was with that, you pushed forward, and finally captured his lips with your own. 

From the get go, kissing Steven was different from kissing Marc. Steven was sweet, unsure. His lips almost seemed softer at how they nervously chased after you, in contrast to how Marc’s lips bruised and tugged. You didn’t prefer either, it was the best of both worlds.

Steven whimpered into you mouth as your hands tangled in his hair, and your tongue slipped between his lips. Steven may not have been experienced, but he appeared to be a quick learner, because within minutes he had you panting and mewling in want.

His arms encircled your middle, and his thumbs messaged your sides as you pushed you head against his in a needy fashion.

You experimentally decided to remove one hand from his hair, and pivot more to the side, in order to slip it down his pants. Steven’s mouth detached from your own, and he moaned feverishly, as your hand softly stroked the base of his cock.

His eyes fluttered shut, as you rested you hand against his shoulder and whispered, “Is this okay, baby?” 

He groaned at the sweetness that dripped from your tone, “Fuck, it’s more than okay love.”

He leaned back on his elbows, and watched as you tugged Marc’s sweatpants down completely. He couldn't help but moan at the sight in front of him. 

There you were, on your stomach, Steven’s throbbing cock in your hand, gazing up at him with the prettiest pair of eyes he had ever seen. And nothing could prepare him, for the utter bliss that he experienced when you popped the length of him in your mouth, in one fluid motion.

His head fell back and he let out a strangled moan. You begun to bob your head up and down, cheeks hallowing, spit dribbling. You honestly weren’t sure what came over you, there was just something about Steven that made you want to take care of him. He was just so pretty.

You swirled your tongue around his swollen tip, drowning yourself in every breath he would hitch, every sigh and moan he would admit. 

Meanwhile, Steven was trying to hold on for dear life. The feeling of the velvety walls of your mouth, your soft hands around his base, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He should’ve been embarrassed at how quick he was about to be finished, but he was more focused on the tears building on your waterline as you looked up at him, and how simply sexy they made you.

You resisted the urge to gag as Steven’s cock brushed against the back of your throat, though this wasn’t your first experience with Steven’s body, you couldn’t help but almost laugh. For all his shyness and self doubt, he wasn’t exactly small. You could still manage to fit your hands around him even as you took in as much of him as possible. It was so completely erotic, and you loved every second of it.

Steven couldn’t even form coherent sentences, just babbling strings of words that consisted of your name and every swear he could muster.

It was when your fingers brushed and closed around his balls, that he lost his ability to hold on.

He tried to move back, but you didn’t let him. Gripping his thighs, you simply allowed his cum the flow into the back of your throat, humming happily at the sensation without a care in the world.

You released this length with a pop, and breathed slowly, licking your lips without quite meaning to. Steven’s breath was heavy and uneven as he gazed at you, he looked like he still couldn’t quite believe that any of this was happening, that he would be blessed to have you in the way he did.

“Ah- um, I-i’m sorry I just,” Steven rambled, you shot forward and silenced him with a peck, smiling fully at his innocence.

Steven practically melted against you as migrated north and kissed the tip of his nose. You stared into his eyes, which were blown and misty, as you wrapped a hand around his wrist, and begun to guide it towards your clothed heat.

Steven practically jolted as his fingers cupped your sex, and his eyes widened as he registered, how completely wet and hot you were, soaked through your underwear. Your lips hovered against his as you whispered, “You feel that? That, is what you do to me Steven Grant.” Steven gulped, he was glad.

He brushed the side of his nose against your cheek and sighed, “I wanna make you feel good, but I don’t- I’ve never,” You cut him off, “It’s okay baby, I can show you.” You practically cooed at him, Steven could almost feel Marc’s judgement. He would never let him live this down, but at the moment, he didn’t care. Right now, all there was was you, and he was completely okay with that.

Steven nodded dumbly, and you held that same gentle smile, as you shuffled back, and tugged off his shirt in one quick motion, unhooking your bra in the same playful manor. You then brought your knees to your chest and begun to slide down your drenched panties. Steven could barely contain his arousal, and had to clench the sheets beneath him to stay calm, as you slid your underwear down your thighs, and completely bared your pussy to him. 

He wanted to cry, god, you were just so pretty, every part of you. His stare lingers on your tits, of which he couldn’t wait to explore, to figure out the exact spots to suck and tug on to make you squeal, he would learn all of it, and would have the time of his life doing so. His eyes ran over your glistening folds shamelessly, it would be an image he would burn into his brain forever. Admittedly he had watched the situation between you and Marc take place, but that was different, almost like watching some porno that somehow managed to replicate his exact fantasy, this was real, this was raw.

You examined Steven’s reaction to your bareness, and in that moment you couldn’t decide what you liked more, his pretty big pupils, or his delicate parted lips. You couldn’t help yourself from grinning as you brought your legs down, and spread them in front of him, at this point, your underwear had long been discarded, tossed about the room most likely somewhere inconvenient. 

Steven’s tongue jotted out to quickly drag across his lips as you laid yourself out in front of him, he had to admit, there was something about the control that you were giving him in that moment that turned him on, that ignited something he had never felt before. “Bloody hell, you’re so fucking beautiful….” He murmured. You chuckled, and nodded at him, giving him the go ahead to crawl over you, rest his hands on either sides of your head, and press a sweet kiss on your lips. There was no stopping the weak moan that left his mouth as he felt his cock brush against your bare folds, he could already tell, you felt divine. 

He pulled back, and looked at you like you were the air in his lungs, like every breath he took, every second he lived, was you, completely. “Show me how to make you cum, Love.” You smiled, you had never been so ready to oblige. You held his wrist again, and took it from the side of you, causing him to shift his weight to the other. You guided him down, letting him drag his fingers down the swell of your breasts and the whole of your torso as you brought him to your pelvis, Steven couldn’t help but notice the small sigh you made as you brought him down the valley of your tits initially, he would remember that, and surely use it to his advantage later.

Finally, you brought his hand to your core. You picked up one of his fingers, and pressed it against your clit. Steven bit his lip as you sighed at the sensation, “You feel that, that little bead?” You asked breathlessly, Steven nodded. “That’s my clit, keep circling it, change directions when you feel like it, add pressure when I tell you to, and then we can go from there.” You let go of Steven’s wrist, and let him take the lead. The second he added pressure, you let your head fall back, and moaned. Steven took that as encouragement, and began to apply slow circles to your little bundle of nerves, causing you to hum and whimper accordingly. 

After about a minute, you instructed him to add a second finger, and speed up, he did so, applying a moderately higher amount of pressure, causing you to feel the effects of euphoria even more. You didn’t know how long it had been since you had been in a position where a man had actually listened to you during sex, and applied your words to his actions to make you feel good. With Marc, there was a level of experience that caused you to give him the reins completely, with other men you had been with though, they had taken the lead without even asking, and for the most part did a shit job at it.

Steven on the other hand, was all too eager to please you, and took your criticism as constructively as one could, causing you to grip the bed sheets and moan lewdly like a bitch in heat. Meanwhile Steven was possibly the most focused he had been in his life, he watched your reactions carefully, and truthfully couldn’t fathom how he was pleasing you so proficiently. He had taken to repeating actions that seemed to garner the most positive reaction out of you, and so far, it was working in a way he couldn’t even being to understand.

“Oh, fuck, Steven, shit- just like that sweetie, just like that…” You whined, eyes closed, mouth parted in bliss. You hair created a halo around you as you sunk into the pillows, the backs of you hands where flat against the bed, your palms opening and closing depending on every move Steven would make. Nothing could prepare you however, for Steven changing directions suddenly, and pressing his fingers down hard, causing you to cum out of nowhere. Steven watched your legs subtly shake and how you threw you head back, the sound of you crying out playing In his head like a symphony he never wished to end. 

You panted heavily as you reconciled with the after glow of your orgasm, Steven watching you with an affectionate attentiveness. He waited patiently for you to recover, his delicate, scared hands massaging your bare thighs. After a minute, you sat up, immediately smiling at him. “You did so good baby, that was amazing.” You hummed, Steven smiled back at you, a new sense of determination crossed over his face. 

“I… I want to…” He trailed off, unsure how to phrase it, he felt like a knob. You understood, you got the message. “You want to fuck me?” Steven’s face beat red at your use of graphic language, but he nodded all the same. “Well, I probably would’ve said “make love” but I mean that works too I guess-“ “Steven,” “…Yeah?” “Shut up.” “Right- yeah got it.”

You crawled over to him once more, and within seconds positioned yourself on his lap, taking the lead. Steven nearly hissed as you rubbed your slickness against his throbbing member, you brushed your lips against his, and stared deeply into his beautiful brown eyes. You had waited for this moment for what felt like forever, you wanted to savor it. Which was why instead of immediately taking him, you decided to message his shoulders and gyrate your hips in a circle, relishing in the way his hands clasped your sides in restraint. 

You buried your face in his neck, and without thinking bit down, hard. Steven tensed and damn near yelped, from either pain or pleasure, he had trouble deciding. You pulled back and admired your handy work, the outline of your teeth faint yet still noticeable. As your hips increased the friction you shared, you couldn’t help but beam at the fact that everyone who would look at that specific spot, would from now on know he was yours.

Eventually, Steven whimpered desperately, causing you to smirk and press a kiss to his forehead, “Do you want me honey?” you cooed, Steven gridded his teeth in impatience, and nodded. You smiled patronizingly at the poor man, “I need words, Steven.” You maniacally purred, at this point you were just being plain mean. Steven released a shaky sigh against your forehead, 

“I’m begging you, please let me fuck you...” 

He quietly pleaded, and that you decided, was enough. You raised your hips, and positioned his cock, which was slick with your wetness, in your hands. You placed his tip at your entrance and couldn’t help the adoring smile that graced your face at his soft, anticipating gasps. “I really, really like you Steven...” 

And with that, you plunged yourself down. 

There was a collective groan that flooded through the room from both of you at the sensation, your’s from the absolute fullness that penetrated you, and Steven’s from the warm walls that encased his length. Steven threw his head back, his eyes screwed shut as you sat there, mounted on him with a half lidded gaze. You allowed yourself to adjust to the sensation, to the hard and deep angle that he was positioned inside of you. You could already feel your legs starting to shake. 

Finally, you began to move, raising your hips and dropping them slowly in a repetitive motion. Steven had never felt anything like this before, you felt like heaven wrapped around his throbbing cock. He basked in the feeling of your nails digging into his shoulder blades, as you sped up ever so slightly. All the while you couldn’t help the whines that kept leaking out of your mouth, the smooth prodding sensation hurt so good. 

You just kept going, rolling and rolling your hips up and down, tangling your fingers in his hair, biting your lips hard enough to draw blood. You expertly pressed your hands against his chest, pushing him back far enough to plant your thighs down and take him deeper than you could have ever thought possible, drawing a sharp moan out of the man under you. Steven’s hands clasped the bed sheets, as he felt every muscle in his body tense, and his senses practically go blank. All he could focus on was you. 

There was a foggy, warm feeling building up in his gut, something he had never felt before, something only you could create. Your hands that moved from his hair, to his shoulders, to neck continuously were so warm. Every part of you felt like you were made for him, and he had never experienced such pleasure. 

He cracked his eyes open to see a beautifully erotic sight, your tits bounced up and down with each movement, your head was dipped backward, leaving your pretty neck completely exposed. It was then Steven tried something he had never tried before, as your thrusts increased to a rough pace, he lifted one hand closed it around one breast, pinching and tweaking your nipple.

This action alone, causing you to cry out in pleasure. Steven liked the sound, more accurately, he loved it. He leaned forward in one swift motion, and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you to his front. He enjoyed watching your hips sputter in delight, he enjoyed even more the feeling of your supple tits dragging against his chest. 

You were in nirvana above him, the all familiar sounds of skin slapping together greeted your ears with every thrust, accompanied by your screams and Steven’s groans. Your nails damn near broke skin when you felt Steven lay a wet kiss against your throat. He mouthed and nicked all over your chest and neck, all while mumbling, “now we match...”

Steven loved the noises you made as you fucked yourself hard on his cock, “Fuck, shit, god, ah, oh,” were all now some of his favorite words. You were now set at maddening pace, your pelvis brushed against his roughly, the carnal drive to milk Steven fully corrupting and shaping your intentions. You voice was high and warped, your vision was starting to blur. 

It was then, that you started to feel the all too familiar sensation of a rope tightening in your core. “Steven...” you cried desperately, “I-I’m gonna cum...” Steven nodded against your neck, and inhaled deeply, before deciding to take what you had taught him and put it to good use. He secured you with one arm, before moving the other the to bring his hand to your clit, it was then he pressed down a finger in the same rough fashion as once before. “Please, cum for me darling...”

And you did, hard. You gripped onto his shoulders for dear life as your legs gave out and you felt heat rip through your body, as you came with a scream. You were caught off guard however, as you suddenly fell back against the bed, and the same rough pace begun again. It was then you realized, as your vision cleared up, and you let out a desperate overstimulated cry, that Steven Grant was fucking you. Like actually, fucking you

Your eyes became glassy and mesmerized as you looked up at Steven, who’s angelic face was scrunched up in complete pleasure. You were overwhelmed with gratification, as he fucked into you in a crazed and hurried tempo. You couldn’t even make anymore noise, you could only allow yourself to let your mouth fall open in a silent scream. Well fuck, you thought, didn’t know he had it in him...

Steven gasped and grunted, “F-fuck... I’m almost there love... almost... Fuck!” And with that Steven pulled out swiftly, and came all over your stomach, the hot liquid spurting across you. 

The room fell silent, as you both panted and heaved in unison. Steven rolled off you, sweat gliding down his body. He stared up at the ceiling, processing what just happened. You watched him for a minute or two, evening your breathing, memorizing the lines that made up the most beautiful face you had ever seen. 

Steven then wordlessly pushed off of the bed, and walked to the bathroom. You began to slightly panic as you looked away, fuck, was he going to regret this?

You really hoped not, because you sure didn’t, not by a long shot. You heard the faint sound of water running, still forcing yourself to stare at the ceiling as Steven once was. Perhaps you’d find the answer to your worries in the cracked paint and water spots. You whipped your head to the side, as you felt the bed dip with a newly added weight.

There Steven was, with a slightly damp wash cloth, and a sweetly bashful smile. “Sorry if I got a bit ahead of myself at the end...” he trailed off shyly as he gently wiped the cloth down your torso, cunt, and thighs. For what felt like the millionth time, you smiled at him, all your doubts dissolving in one moment. Your voice was tired and sweet as you responded, “You didn't, I liked it a lot Steven...” 

Steven smiled at that as he discarded the cloth in a hamper, and pulled the comforter out from under the both of you. Raising it once more to cover you. You instinctively cuddled to his side, as you basked in the coolness that admitted from his body. 

No words were exchanged as you allowed your eyes to flutter closed, and Steven stared happily at nothing, only being able to think one thing. This was paradise, this was joy in the purest form. 

....

“Damn, didn't think you had it in you buddy...”

Steven’s eyes closed in annoyance, 

“Spector, I swear to god-”

5/25/22

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