#the weeknd x reader

[angeluvvv]

realizing that I will never get to meet any of my favorite dilfs :’)

#3rd mental breakdown of the day #lewis hamilton #Lewis hamilton x reader #alex turner #alex turner x reader #mads mikkelsen #mads mikkelsen x reader #Evan peters #evan peters x reader #the weeknd #the weeknd x reader #baron zemo #oscar isaac #pedro pascal

[leevstheworld]

And with that commences my first post haha

Kind of short but still good

⚠ TWs: kinda public sex, oral (male receiving), oral (fem receiving, implied), degradation, blindfolding, things get rough, fem!reader, not proofread, overall smut. MDNI 18+

Description: So we all know how 'Young Metro' got released right. I just love the way Abel looks with that bandana on. I had to write this LMFAO don't blame me

Masked Pleasures — The Weeknd / Abel Tesfaye x Fem!Reader

You were the girlfriend of Abel Tesfaye — therefore, that meant you had to deal with jealous fans, paparazzi and, most importantly, being there when your boyfriend had to work, which you never complained of; you supported Abel no matter what he was doing.

So, naturally, when you were asked to tag along to shoot a video, you happily complied — you loved the unique ideas of each music video and knowing what would happen behind the scenes; moreover, spending time with your boyfriend was pure serotonin for you.

However, you did not expect Abel to put a bandana on — and, holy shit, he was hot in it. Not that his face wasn't pretty - he did have a smile that could melt you in mere seconds, but that damned bandana made your clit ache.

This meant that, during the short filming break, you told him to keep the bandana on when he came to see how you were doing, now draped around the lower half of his face in a lazy fashion, as you sucked him off.

Your mouth was full of his cock, throbbing between your lips and down your throat as you took him, tongue swirling on his pulsating length, and you looked up, only being able to see your boyfriend's lower half of his face, covered in the cloth, as his head was thrown back, one hand holding your hair in a ponytail. Usually, you'd see his mouth slightly parted, or see him mouth curse words that seemed, sometimes, too filthy even for him — now, you just had to assume he was doing the same. The uncertainty was hot, and something about him being masked like that made your panties soak with your arousal.

"God, baby", you heard Abel moan lowly, "such a good slut for me." His breathing was heavy and one of his hands was gripping on the seat below him. "Couldn't even fucking wait to get home to be used." His other hand tightened its grasp around your hair to slowly guide you, your head bobbing up and down on his dick; he looked down, seeing his half-lidded, lust-filled eyes staring right at you, as he took in the sight, before his hips bucked violently, using your mouth as his personal fleshlight.

You gagged around his dick — you half-expected it, as Abel would be rough during sex, but he was too into it to even think of doing this. He groaned, feeling himself get closer to his orgasm through the erratic thrusts, and you could feel it from his familiar twitching. Soon enough, he stopped you, dick still in your mouth as his hand trembled around your hair, letting out a grunt as he came, thick ropes of hot cum painting your mouth and throat.

Abel looked down, his shoulders de-tensing, taking his bandana off to reveal a slightly teasing smile. "Damn, did the bandana turn you on this much?" He let out a small chuckle as you looked away, embarrassingly, after gulping down his load. "Oh shut up Abel." You retorted — before you could continue, the cloth was now being tied on your face, right on top of your eyes, feeling its warmth from Abel's breath and his scent on it. Your body was promptly lifted off the floor by your boyfriend, your knees feeling the floor one more time before you were put on the same seat as Abel was on before, thighs spread apart as you felt his hands snaking towards your soaking wet panties.

"Your turn, babygirl."

#the weeknd #the weeknd x reader #smut #the weeknd smut #abel tesfaye #abel tesfaye x reader #the weeknd imagine #imagine

[pacentia]

I just came back from The Weeknd's AHTD concert and i am in looove. He was so fucking good. I'm a bit of a writer and feel in the mood to write fanfiction. Where's the Weeknd's fanfiction side of Tumblr?

#the weeknd x reader #abel tesfaye x reader #the weeknd #abel tesfaye

[mrscoriolanus-snow]

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

✧｡ 🎀𝔗𝔬𝔪 𝔅𝔩𝔶𝔱𝔥🎀｡✧ -Coming Soon

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣

𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖

𝕊𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕓𝕠𝕪

✧｡ 🎀𝔄𝔟𝔢𝔩 𝔗𝔢𝔰𝔣𝔞𝔶𝔢 🎀 ｡✧ -Coming Soon

✧｡🎀ℭ𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔲𝔰 𝔖𝔫𝔬𝔴🎀｡✧ -Coming Soon

#the hunger games: the ballad of songbirds & snakes #tom blyth #coriolanus imagine #coriolanus x y/n #tom blyth x reader #abel tesfaye x reader #abel tesfaye #the weeknd #the weeknd concert #the weeknd x reader

[vivvangel]

earned it | jake sim.

viv's note 💌: i'm so fucking pissed at tumblr, so sorry you req got deleted anon! anon who requested "jake fucking you in a dim light, red room with either the weeknd, drake or chase atlantic playing", this is for u! also part two? 👀 lmk.. 🤭

synopsis: jake being a hot menace, that's it. › pairings & contents: hard!dom jake x fem reader. smut!!! ✧ warnings: jake is mean kinda, pussy slapping, orgasm denial (?), fingering (F receiving), the weeknd's music is playing in the background, mentions of LED lights, degrading, nicknames such as slut, and baby.

🫧 earned it (fifty shades of grey), often, angel, & prisoner by the weeknd

you often found yourself wondering how your boyfriend could be so sweet. how is someone that fine AND sweet? and that's exactly what you were wondering as you laid on his chest, your red LEDs making the room feel rather sensual. almost as if to make things worse, earned it by the weeknd was playing, jake absolutely loved the weeknd and you occasionally found yourself bopping your head to his music too.

you and jake were comfy, jake scrolling on tiktok and his other hand rubbing your thigh slowly. little did he know that it was giving you a thousand butterflies, and lowkey turning you on. just when you thought it was only you, you felt something almost poking your back, you looked up at jake with a confused expression, but before you could say anything — jake's hand slid onto your lower hip, rubbing it with a smirk on his pretty devious face.

"jake.." you bit your lower lip, almost as if you were nervous about what he'd do, even though this same scenario took place several, several times. "mind sitting on my cock, pretty?" jake blurts out, and you swear you felt your jaw drop. it wasn't like you were gonna refuse him, so you hesitantly nod, your hands in a frenzy as they go up to his pants, unzipping and pulling them down — and of course he wasn't wearing boxers, classic jake. his tip leaked with precum, and it looked...angry. jake's cock was so fucking pretty, you lost all sense of self control and respect when you saw it — and he knew that, very well.

"she asks me if I do this everyday, i said often"

"actually baby, lay down" he says softly, but it sounds like an order and you don't feel like being a brat today, so you comply, laying down on your back, jake sits up, his eyes basically fucking you before he slides down your trousers. when his eyes meet your drenched panties, he scoffs. "spread your legs slut, that’s it, no, wider.” he commands and you spread yours legs are far apart as you could, making him grin. "such a pretty pussy, my little slut to ruin, mhm? aren't you?" he says in a husky, low tone and all you could do was nod repeatedly. "words, slut" he hisses and you breathed out a "yes.. jake.. all yours to ruin,, please-- please touch me"

if it was even possible, his devilish grin grew wider. "good girl", he praises and it goes straight to your core, the wet patch on your underwear more evident than ever. he slides your panties off you, groaning at the sight of your dripping cunt. "holy shit.."

jake slaps your cunt and you almost flinch, he's never done that before. he starts rubbing your clit gently, "did it hurt, pretty? and you nod pathetically. jake slid his fingers inside of you, immediately finding your g-spot, but instead of massaging it with his fingers, he slides his fingers out, making you whine. he slapped your pussy one more, and then another time. "if it hurts, why do you keep getting so wet?", you couldn't explain why it aroused you even more, and your lack of response made him slide his fingers in again, and when he found that sweet spot again, you were a moaning, verge of tears, mess on his fingers.

"jakey, 'm gonna cum, c-can i cum, please?" you ask, and you're met with another slap on your pussy, making you moan out. "not until i tell you to, slut"

#ㅤᵕ̈ vivster #enhypen smut #enhypen #enhypen x reader #enha #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #the weeknd #jake sim #jake sim hard hours #jake sim hard thoughts #jake sim x reader #jake headcanons #jake x reader #enhypen jake sim #jake sim smut #jake smut #sim jaeyun smut #sim jaeyun #jake icons #enhypen jake #enhypen jake smut #jake drabble #smut drabble #enhypen drable #shim jaeyun smut #shim jaeyun #enhypen icons

[in-som-niyah]

"No, none of that baby. Let me see that pretty pussy of mine."

in which you catch Jason mingling with a girl you think is prettier at a gala, and he reminds you who he belongs to with his face between your thighs...

The night is young and alive. In the four walls of bruce's charity gala, there was expensive champagne, rich people music and gorgeous women.

You were advised, no instructed to come with Jason to his father's galas for a while now. The scene was nothing new.

Bruce would throw millions at a gala for a bunch of rich people 4 times a year to keep himself in their good graces. You would stand in the corner and watch people pretend to like each other with wide smiles and chaste hugs.

Secretly, you hated these events. Well, Jason knew you would rather stay home, but he thought it was because you just find them boring.

He could't be more wrong.

As you claimed your usual spot with your back to the wall in a corner, you watched the skinny, blond-haired girls in their tastefully fitted dresses garner the spotlight of the event. The way they batted their blue eyes up at a mesmerized man was the 8th wonder of the world. They were so effortless in their seduction, so enamouring in their figure.

So stunning.

It wasn't that you weren't pretty, no, it was that you were sorely out of place.

And Jason had no Idea.

How could he, when he stood at six foot something, broad shoulders and a physique to die for. Lush green eyes and prominent yet soft features.

And Gods above, his smile.

Any girl would have won the lottery if she saw his genuine smile.

It was no secret that you didn't match him, not at all.

It is in these moments that you begin to question your relationship. If these are the kinds of women he is surrounded with, why the fuck was he with you?

You scoffed and took a swig of your Champagne as you watched yet another girl wave to him.

Presently, he was doing his job, talking with investors and other important people in Gotham.

He was talking to some high up CEO when a gorgeous girl bumped into his side. He turned around to meet her embarrassed gaze.

Though you were out of earshot, you could make out her flustered apologies and Jason's attempts at reassurance. Out of courtesy, he asked for her name or other surface info and the two seemed to get to talking. She was blabbering on about who she was and what she does for a living and she made a joke. And Jason Laughed.

He laughed. Fully and genuinely. He laughed.

Then so did she, sparkling blue eyes looking up at him once again as they laughed over something you couldn't find funny. You would never find this funny.

Soon enough, the lights dimmed and Bruce called the attention of the crowd to welcome them and thank them for their attendance. His list of thanks and acknowledgements went on as normal.

"...And I'm so glad my son Jason found a friend at these so-called 'boring' events he hates going to." Bruce joked.

The crowd laughed.

But so did Jason.

You took this as your opportunity to leave, slamming your champagne flute down on a nearby table and making a swift exit.

Hot tears threatened to burn rivers down your face as your legs carried you out of the venue as quickly as they could. You found an elevator, and decided to take it up to Jason's bedroom.

Once on the correct floor, the floodgates opened and you began to sob.

You flung open the door to his bedroom and slammed it shut. You took off your expensive heels and pelted them across the tidy room. Everything reminded you of him; the portraits on the wall, his diplomas, old weapons, even the faint scent of him.

This was something you could no longer take. You were so tired of feeling inadequate, silently counting down the days until he found someone better than you. In your mind, that day had come and though it had been in the back of you mind for as long as you were with him, you were damn unprepared.

You undid the zipper on your dress and flung it off your body. Jason picked out this dress for you when he mentioned that he wanted you to come to this last gala with him. You painfully recall how happy and excited you were to be able to wear a dress in his colour that he picked out for you.

How foolish.

Your sobs grew stronger as you began to think that your relationship should have never happened, seeing that he would have found someone prettier, skinnier, funnier smarter-

Knock

Knock

Knock

"Y/N?"

Jason was at the door to his room. Growing bored with the festivities below, he wanted to find you and go back to your place. When he couldn't find you in the crowd, he went up to his room to check something. It was then that he heard your heavy sobs coming from behind his door and panic filled his system.

You stopped crying immediately and moved to dry your tears that have surely ruined your makeup by now.

"Yeah baby. J-just give me a second." you blurted in an unconvincing tone.

He couldn't know how distraught you were about something so trivial. It wasn't his fault that he was so hot, and it wasn't yours that you thought you weren't. There was nobody to blame for your insecurities, and you didn't need him to know how terrible you felt because of your own self-inflicted wounds.

"Can I come in?" He pried gently.

You appreciated his courtesy of asking if he could enter his own room. You scrambled to find a shirt of his to cover yourself with. There was no need for the added anxiety of what you thought you looked like right now. Your heels still splayed across the room and dress slumped against his armchair.

"Sure." you let out with a defeated sigh.

The audible twist and click of the doorknob filled the quiet space. Jason's brow was pinched with worry as the door swung open to reveal you, sitting on his bed in his shirt, in pretty bad shape.

He closed the door and locked it behind him, something you appreciated, and took off his jacket. He made his way to the edge of the bed and sat on the mattress with his back to the edge, facing you.

His soft gaze took in your state, and his shoulders slumped because he didn't like what he saw. He hated seeing you sad, it broke his heart into a million little pieces.

Jason reached out his hand for you to take, but you curled in on yourself and inched further away from him. You were still overwhelmed with your thoughts of his hands all over someone elses' body.

You wanted to vomit.

"Can you look at me, Y/N?" Jason asks cautiously. He doesn't know what you're thinking, and the last thing he wants to do is scare you.

The tears came back and you struggled to keep them at bay.

"C-Can't" your strained voice came through gritted teeth.

"Oh come here pretty girl" he cooed.

You resolve was gone and you moved to throw yourself in his arms.

Jason's strong arms came to wrap around your back, one hand on the back of your head and the other around your abdomen.

Your hands grabbed at his ironed dress shirt. Usually you were courteous, but now you were too hurt to care. Makeup, snot, tears and other fluids rubbed into his clothes as you broke down in his arms.

You were grateful he didn't say anything about his ruined shirt as his hand rubbed up and down your back.

Jason's mind was racing, searching all corners of his brain to figure out what would make you this upset so quickly.

Your sobs began to slow but your breathing remained erratic. There was too much and not enough air at the same time. Jason stepped in quickly to make sure you didn't pass out.

"Hey hey hey slow down baby girl. Follow my breaths alright? In. Out. Keep going sugar. In. Out. Atta girl"

As you breathed with him, you felt calmer, but the guilt of him having to deal with your outburst began to gnaw at you.

You lifted your head from his shoulder and broke out of his embrace. He studies your state, which was much better now, but stayed quiet.

"I-I'm sorr-"

"Absolutely not." Jason sharply interrupted your attempt to apologize

"There is nothing for you to be sorry for sweetheart."

You could tell he was searching your face for any kind of acknowledgement, but you couldn't look at him.

"Look at me baby. Please?" he whispers as his hands roam up your neck to cup your cheeks.

You shook your head no.

Jason tries again, pressing his forehead to yours, looking at your tightly closed eyes.

"You're breaking my heart pretty girl. Please? For me?" he whispers so softly.

Deciding to obey, you look up at him. A single tear escapes your eye as you stare into his worried green ones.

"None of that anymore sugar" he reassures as his thumb wipes away the tear.

You nod in agreement.

Jason and you stay close with your forheads on each others for a while, basking in the intimacy of it all.

He breaks the silence.

"Talk to me love. What happened hm?" he asks, his breath dancing on your lips.

You take a deep breath

"What got my girl so upset?"

Truthfully, you had no idea how to start. How to tell him you've been feeling like a horrible girlfriend since you've been having darker thoughts about your appearance. How can you tell Jason, whose only fault was loving you, that you feel inadequate in his presence. That you feel that it is only a matter of time until he finds someone prettier, skinnier, smarter-

"Baby?"

His inquiry pulls you out of your head.

"It's stupid." You respond in a small voice.

"No. Not if it made you feel this way."

You drop your head again in shame. You don't deserve this kindness after you just questioned his intentions with you.

"But it has nothing to do with you" you mumble.

"It has everything to do with me because I love you. And I cant stand to see you so hurt over something I don't know about or help you with." He countered.

"But-" your voice begins to shake once more

He sneaks his index finger underneath your chin and lifts, giving you no choice but to look at him.

"But nothing." he shuts you down simply.

Jason kisses your forehead, then your cheeks, then your nose, making you giggle.

"There's my girl" he mumbles to no one in particular.

His face lines up with yours once again. This time, it is you who moves closer to capture his lips in yours. It was a soft and passionate kiss, a silent thanks for his patience with you.

Jason broke the kiss before you could and smoothed a braid from out of your face.

"Can you tell me why you're upset? You don't have to if you don't want-"

"I want to." You interrupted him.

After a long period of explaining your feelings with a few more stray tears, you both came to an understanding of how the situation came to be. Jason told you how much he loves you, and that nobody with a smaller figure or more socially "beautiful" than you could take him away from you. You were his girl; his to love, his to smile at, his to laugh with, his to touch, his to feel, his to caress-

His lips were now on yours. He kissed you with a fever of determination, a thousand feelings infused into the union of your lips.

His hands began to roam your body. Up your back and down to your hips. You know he loves seeing you in his clothes.

As the kiss deepens and both of your hands are all over eachother. Your hand roams down his front to find his bulge. He stops you abruptly, and you raise you head to look at him questioningly.

"Are you sure?" Jason whispers.

You chuckle at the question.

"Yes, of course" you answer incredulously.

At that, your hand made its way down again and was stopped once more.

"I want tonight to be about you, princess. Let me prove how much I love you."

You shot him a questioning look.

He smirked.

You have no idea what's coming He thought.

With his hands on your waist, he gently pushed you down onto the bed. He hiked up your (his) shirt to reveal your pretty tits.

Jason pressed open mouthed kisses on your neck, shoulders and chest. A hand came up to massage your breast and play with your nipple. His actions earned a moan from you, which only spurred him on in his antics.

"So beautiful" he murmured into your skin.

He continued down your body, only stopping to catch a glimpse of your head thrown back in painful anticipation.

Once he made his way down to your underwear he kneaded the flesh of your thighs and pressed kisses on the inside of each one.

"Gorgeous" he breathed between kisses

"Can I take these off?" He asks

You nod your head yes, but this is not sufficient for him.

"Need words pretty girl" Jason presses.

You let out a breathy yes and he begins to pull down your panties.

They were his favourite colour, Red.

"No other girl could wear my colour and be a sexy as you are. Understand?"

"Yes" you moan as his hands are at your feet, tossing your panties and rubbing your ankles.

At the cool breeze in the air, you snap your thighs together, unfamiliar with the change in temperature on your heat.

"No, none of that baby. Let me see that pretty pussy of mine."

You swear you could have cum at that statement alone.

Jason takes matters into his own hands as he gently and slowly pries your legs open, while maintaining eye contact to make sure you're still okay with what's going on.

Before he makes his descent, he lifts you slightly to move you further up the bed. A swift hand pulls a pillow and places it under your hips.

Clearly, he meant business.

Before your nerves had a chance to ruin the moment, Jason cuts the tension by turning to your inner thighs, leaving little bites and dark marks.

Without warning, he dives right in, relieving your sopping cunt of its misery.

The flat of his tongue drags up your soaking pussy, eliciting a surprised moan from you.

He continues with his affirmations.

"Nobody's pussy is a perfect as this one right here, yeah?"

You moan out at the praise.

"Need words baby or I'll stop"

"Y-Yes Jason!" you gasp as your hands desperately grip his sheets for relief. His tongue dancing with the devil on your soaked folds.

Briefly, he rises from between your legs and a scene of his saliva and your essence coats his lips and chin. His lips, now puffy, curl into a smirk.

"Now repeat after me. You make a mistake and I'll stop. Understood?" he continued.

"Fuck- Yes, I understand"

"There's my good girl" He affirms.

He goes back down with fervor this time. Jason's tongue wasted no time before lapping up what ended up on your thighs and circling your clit.

He begins. "There is no girl more perfect for Jason than me"

God he's good.

"T-There is- shit no girl- oh" You start, interrupted by his lips sucking on your clit.

"M-More perfect- ugh for J-Jason than me" You finish, proud that you were able to complete your first sentence.

Your success earned a proud "atta girl" from Jason as he continued his mission on your folds.

"There is no woman on this planet prettier than me" He started again, before his tongue resumed his actions.

This one was a challenge. Between his tongue and the suction of his lips, your orgasm was approaching quickly.

"There i-is no shit woman- fuck Jason I'm gonna-" you spit our frantically.

"Not yet. Finish the sentence first. You're almost there." He says as he raises his head from between your legs.

You let out a desperate whine at the sudden lack of stimulation and pushed your hips up against nothing. A strong forearm came to stop you, which your desperate state didn't appreciate.

You are left no choice but to continue.

"on this planted p-prettier than me." You finish.

Before you could beg, he was already there, hot breath ghosting over your need.

"Last one pretty girl. You can do it." Jason whispers. He moves his unused hand to interlock with one of yours that was previously gripping the bedding for dear life.

"Ready?" He asks

You nod weakly, followed by a whiny yes, knowing that only words will get you what you want.

"I am the only woman Jason has ever loved" He speaks over your heat.

You swore you came instantly.

Jason's heavenly mouth got to work again, leaving you a panting, mewling mess on his dark sheets. You were sure there was a puddle where his mouth met your cunt, and lewd, wet sounds filled the room.

Desperately needing your release, there was only one way to get it.

"I am t-the only fuck-" You were stopped by a particularly intense suck on your clit.

Jason's hand squeezed yours in encouragement. A silent "you can do this sugar" was mumbled over your pussy.

"Woman Jason ha-has ever- Ohh I'm so close Jay pleasepleaseplease". Your attempted recitation died with a desperate babble of his name.

His hand squeezed yours tightly, encouraging you once again to continue.

The tight coil in your tummy grew stronger and harder to ignore as Jason picked up the pace between your legs. It was as if he was a starving man, craving only one thing and finally receiving it.

"L-LOVED" You screamed as your release washed over you. Your eyes rolled and your back arched at the sudden sensation. Every nerve in your body was lit ablaze, burning so sweetly as he continued to lap at you through your high.

Nothing but, white-hot bliss filled each of your senses. You were so lost in your own pleasure, it almost hurt to come back down to earth.

When you opened your eyes again, you were met with a panting and disheveled Jason, juices all over his chin, and sweat down his brow. His collared dress shirt was unbuttoned and sinfully wrinkled. You couldn't help but marvel at his beauty in such an unkempt state.

Slowly, he began to remove the pillow from under you and pull your shirt down over your body. You hissed at the fabric dragging across your still-sensitive nipples, for which he apologized with a kiss on your nose.

Aligning his face with yours, he looked deep into your eyes and used his free hand to thumb away the tears of overstimulation on your cheeks.

"Don't you ever feel like you're not worthy of me again without telling me okay?" he remarks as he gives you a small, kind smile.

You nod, and he doesn't press you about it this time.

"I'll repeat this as many times as I need to sunshine, no questions asked."

He continued.

"I love you."

#jason peter todd #jason todd x you #jason todd comfort #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd smut #jason todd x reader #jason todd x black!reader #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood smut #the weeknd #kissland #love in the sky #songfic #original writing #dc x reader #dcu #dc universe #dc comics #Spotify

[lowkeyremi]

WHAT YOU NEED S. Geto x fem!reader

"And I'm gon' give you girl, what you fiend, I'm the drug in your veins, just fight through the pain, He's what you want, he's what you want, I'm what you need, what you need, what you need"

➥ In which Geto entertains you when the guy you want doesn't

content: reader is indecisive, geto kinda takes advantage of that??? slightly toxic (look at me stepping out of my fluff comfort zone) slightly suggestive, a little bit of angst

A scream crawls its way up your throat and you throw your phone across the room, no regard for the aftermath of that action. You've been casually flirting with this guy for months and every once in a while he gives you the cold shoulder, ignoring your calls and everything. You know he is because he'll read your messages and not respond.

He called you an "obsessive bitch" the last time this ordeal happened because you had managed to call him 237 times and leave him 400+ texts in the span of a week. He later apologized for calling you that and you forgave him because of your desperation to get with him.

This whole thing has happened four times, and you'll admit those weren't your brightest times. Your friends have told you to stop talking to him because this obsession isn't healthy and if you two did have a real falling out who knows what you'd do.

UnLuckily for you, your favorite distraction was driving around with Gojo and happened to be near your complex. Geto. He of all people has tried to convince you that you don't need this man, and he's proven time and time again that he's the better option (as fucked up as he is) but you won't give up on this guy until he gives you a verbal rejection.

Knock, knock, knock. You know who it is, so you don't bother to open the door. He has a key and depending on how long he's been standing there he might have heard your little tantrum.

After a minute you hear the lock click slowly, giving you a chance to run toward your bedroom and lock the door. You don't want to see him. He's so addictive and bad for you and you deserve a normal man, you suppose. The problem is you're far from normal so of course Geto is the only one who will truly understand you. He's what you need after all.

Those three soft knocks at your door make you tense up slightly as you hide under your covers with your eyes closed imagining what it would be like if you and that normal guy started to date.

"Open up princess. Seems like you're still chasing after that fucking idiot." His voice is like honey and you almost do go open the door for him and invite him into your heart like you always do.

"Go away, Geto. I don't want you here- I don't need you here." Your voice is so small and you hate it. You know for a fact he isn't convinced.

"Geto? What happened to Suguru or Sugu?" He asks softly, you can almost picture it. He's leaning against your door with a smirk on his face.

"I.... I don't. I don't-"

"You don't what? Need me? Who are you trying to fool? Open the door so I can make it all better." His voice lowers a few octaves on that last part and you jump from your bed to open the door. You're greeted by Suguru who's gazing at you lustfully, but you know behind that lust is worry and care.

"There she is, my beautiful little mess. Did you miss me?" He's been out of town for two weeks (you counted the days). Of course the first person he'd visit when coming back was you.

"No. I was doing fine without you." You lie through your teeth. He knows you're lying too. You've never been good at hiding from him.

"I missed you too. I was hoping you'd come to your senses though, and leave that poor man alone. He can't handle you, baby." Suguru holds his arms out for you and you run to them hugging him tightly.

He hears your soft sobs and he knows he's twisted for smiling but he loves it when you cry. "I want him Sugu, I want him so bad." You whine into his chest and he feels your salty tears stain his shirt.

"I know you do, baby, but he doesn't want you. I'm what you need." He reminds you and you cry into his shirt for a good couple of minutes.

When you do come to yourself again, your teary eyes meet his and he smiles at you warmly. You give him a weak smile in return and he has to admit that it made his heart swell a little bit.

"What do you want to do, sweetheart?" He's rubbing your back up and down slowly. The other hand is planted on your ass, giving it a little squeeze.

You keep eye contact with him as you fumble with his belt buckle, "Such a good girl." His look is almost predatory when he sees you drop to your knees.

(one day i'll come back and write smut for this :P)

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You're cuddled up against his bare chest. He's so warm and inviting, you hate it. Well, you only partially hate it. You hate the fact that you don't hate it enough.

"Feeling better?" He already knows the answer but he wants to hear you say it. Suguru always wants a verbal response from you.

"Mhm." That's all he's going to get out of you. You're mad that you sucked him off and fucked him. It hurts to know you'll never be in a normal relationship. You love him and you hate him all the same.

"Will you let me keep taking care of you? I want to put a label on what we have." He sounds so sincere and sweet, but you see right through him. He wants you to be his, so he doesn't have to share you with anyone. As endearing as that sounds it also sounds suffocating.

Suguru is already a very demanded presence in your life. There is fear planted in your brain and you wonder what will happen if you come to like that with time. More than you already do.

"You want to be my boyfriend?" Buying time was crucial, you still needed a minute or two to process this. It's not the first time he's asked you this question. Any other time you would have replied without effort but now you wonder what it would be like to have him in your life as a romantic partner.

"Precisely."

He's watching you like a hawk. The way you bite your lip in thought, the way you don't meet his gaze, the way you shift in his arms, he notices it all.

"Okay, be my boyfriend. Give me what that other guy couldn't." A pleased smile makes its way to his face as he hugs you close.

"Best decision you've ever made." He smirks and you look away. Instead of hate you feel butterflies.

He's yours. You're his. This might be the start of something new and beautiful. But who truly knows?

I wrote this for a little challenge hosted by @halosdiary where you write abt jjk men but base it off a song by the weeknd. I was going to do "shameless" but i read my rough draft and hated it so i switched up and decided to do "what you need"! Hope you guys enjoy this little project!!

#geto suguru #geto #suguru geto #geto x reader #suguru geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto x female reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk angst #geto angst #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #getou suguru x reader #suguru x reader #getou x reader #geto suguru x you #the weeknd

[corollaservant]

JJK MEN AS HOB SONGS ☆18+☆

Gojo / High for this: He is the type of man who would want you to get high with him. You didn't know him well enough to engage in sexual intercourse sober but he wouldn't push it- it would be consensual. He’d find you at a party, offer you a glass of whatever alcohol and drugs were mixed in it and you’d take it, knowing fully well you.. didn’t know anything. You didn’t care at the moment, the liquor down your throat and his breath on you, as he’d sway your hips, he could only think of you under him. The drugs wouldn’t kick in until hours later, when he’d remove your clothes in a dark room and kiss all over your body, reassuring you to not be scared; he got this. He did really like you though, he’d never let anything bad happen to you and he’d stay there during your comedown- it was just that drugs suited you, you seemed so free, uncalculated movements and your roaming small hands on his body drove him insane. You’d never do this sober but he took pride in being the only one you trusted enough with unknown substances- he’d prove your faith in him the next day.

Geto / What you need: This song suits him the best: slow, seductive, alluring. He knew you had a silly little crush on his best friend and how naive you were so he'd always protect you, you saw him as a best friend really yet he couldn’t wait to be buried inside you someday, patient in his efforts and reserved. On a weekend you’d hit a club together, he’d bring drugs, he had the best plug in town and everyone knew it as he’d offer you your first pill. You hadn’t done drugs before but it was him, he’d seen you at your best and worst and always took care of you. He’d watch you pop a pill and dance with your high heels clicking on the dancefloor, dizzy and flustered. He’d bring you home, only to be inside you shortly after, kissing your panting mouth and feeling your wetness around his cock. His best friend? You’d forget him by tomorrow. 

Nanami / The Party and the After Party: High with him was an out-of-this-world experience. He knew you were confident, knew exactly what you wanted and gave it to you. You’d be chilling in his hotel room for the night, popping different pills and he’d watch you give him the ride of his life. Phone calls interrupting, he was a busy man after all- even in the late hours, but he’d shut it off, he didn’t give a fuck who called him, you’d giggle seeing it was his mom. He had other women to satisfy his temporary, carnal needs but you were just different; your head game was the best, especially when high, you’d put your heart and soul to it, his liddle Rudolph, as he’d jokingly call you when you rode out your orgasm on his dick, your nose red from the lines you’d done on the table. 

Sukuna / Coming down: You were used to his calls early in the morning, he never contacted you besides these hours. You'd swear he was probably out drinking, snorting and popping any substance he’d buy or was given, had girls rubbing themselves on him and his friends. It was always around 5:30 when you’d hear his voice on the other end of the line, not assertive, like he’d usually be when he fucked you sober; but vulnerable, needy and shaky. I’m all alone he whined, driving over to your place, the party had finished and he wanted you to know. He’d be thrusting his aching cock deep in your pussy from behind, your head pushed down the mattress, as you’d moan his name, tears forming in your eyes. You really liked him- but he only wanted you when he was coming down, chasing one high after the other. 

Toji / The Morning: He could be found downtown, outside a shady club’s door, he was pimping girls to loaded men for a living, in exchange they’d give him drugs, oxycodone and ecstasy pills, which he’d sell/smuggle occasionally, the pimping didn’t pay well enough. You were working in the same club, putting on a show for the horny and greedy scums, stripping was your thing, not prostitution. He’d put a 100 dollar bill in your thong as you swirled around the pole, looking in your eyes with meaning as you’d smile and wink back. 100's weren’t enough. Toji liked you, you were just like him, struggling to make ends meet and only out for the money, no feelings or shyness in sight. That was why the same night he had you bent over the club’s dirty sink, stuffing you with his huge cock and slapping your ass harshly as he tossed bills on you, the sensation making you float and he knew you enjoyed this by the way you were clenching around him. You liked this mutual agreement you both had, he was giving you the best dick and you were getting paid on top of that.

👀 tags for warnings

#jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #gojo x reader #geto x reader #nanami smut #toji x reader #sukuna #jjk fanfic #jjk x reader #nanami kento #toji smut #the weeknd #tw drugs #sex and drugs #jjk men #corollaservant

[romanovthinkver]

i can see it in your eyes cause they never tell me lies

a single teardrop falling from your eye

#scarlett johansson for prada #scarlett johansson #scarlett johansson x you #scarlett johansson x fem reader #scarlett johansson x reader #scarlett johansson imagine #i love you scarlett #romanoffthereal #the outset #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #lesbian #natasha romanoff x fem reader #natasha romanoff imagines #natasha romanoff x you #the weeknd #save your tears

[pandorascripts]

The Hills

Summary: Taylor stumbles over to your house after a rough fight and a break-up with her-- now ex-boyfriend, Joe. The only problem is that Taylor is drunk and high, claiming she wants you. She does, but she also knows she's not ready to tell the world she's gay. S0, after being denied and sent to your guestroom, Taylor wakes up in the morning knowing exactly what she wants-- you.

note: I wanted to make this so much angstier, but I didn't. Maybe I will in the future, but for now enjoy :) / also posted on my ao3 (and will be on my wattpad when I get around to it).

pairing: taylor swift/reader

cw: drugs, alcohol, making out.

Taylor shrugs on her plaid coat, sighing as Joe continues to argue. They're currently at a friend's, friend's party, and Joe keeps trying to pick a fight with her. To say Taylor's not in the mood is a straight-up lie, she's beyond stressed from re-recording, touring, and making music videos in between. Joe keeps arguing and pressing a matter that Taylor has debunked on multiple occasions.

"All I'm saying Taylor, is that it's weird-- and awkward!" He stomps his foot, moving some of his hair out of his face.

"I don't like her like that, Joe! I've told you this before- so, so, so many times!"

Joe's hands are flailing around, his face red as he tries to get Taylor to see his point. "I know you don't, but she does! It's so weird when she comes over because I know she's staring at you, and-- and-- just being weird!"

Taylor runs her hands through her own bangs, trying to free them from the light sheen of sweat holding them down. It's a goddamn hotbox in this house, and Taylor can barely see three feet ahead of her. "Look, Joe, I'm not going to stop being friends with her. It's a crush, it'll go away. Plus, she's never been disrespectful to you, or me."

Joe stands in front of the door, blocking Taylor from exiting. "You stop being friends with her, or you break up with me."

Taylor scoffs, obviously not believing Joe. She tries to sidestep him, wedging her hand through him and the door as she tries to slide it open. She looks up at him, eyebrows raised. "You're not being serious."

If the way his lips are pressed into a thin line, eyebrows pinched together, and the impatient tap of his foot are to go by, she'd say he was.

"Leave. I'll find my own way home."

Joe's eyes widen drastically, not even remotely expecting Taylor to choose you over him.

"Babe--"

"Don't you "babe" me. You told me to choose I did. Go." Taylor looks him dead in the eyes, even moving aside so he can cross the room and leave. He lets out a rough scoff, shaking his head as he does so. With Joe's body gone, Taylor opens the sliding glass door and steps out. The air is freezing against her hot skin, and each gust of wind sends shivers down her spine. Taylor groans loudly, rubbing her hands against her sweaty face. She doesn't even want t go back into the house-- they're only there because Joe hadn't seen his American friends in a while and they invited him. What they didn't tell Joe, or Taylor for that matter, is the fact that they were all celebrating the legalization of marijuana. Taylor hadn't been very pleased when she stepped into a literal crack house, not literally, but it definitely felt like it. Off to her right sits a plastic table, a couple of lighters and joints are accompanied by a box of some name-brand alcohol.

Taylor sighs, she shouldn't, she knows, but she really wants to forget about the shitty day she's had. It's been one fight after another with Joe, not to mention the fact that she knows she doesn't just feel nothing for you, and so does Joe. Taylor knows where he's coming from, of course she does, she'd be just as worried if Joe had a friend who liked him. But still, that doesn't give him a right to present her with an ultimatum like that. Taylor doesn't think she'll reach out to Joe.

With those complicated thoughts, Taylor strides over to the table and grabs a joint. She holds one end to her mouth, raising a lighter up to it. Whatever knowledge about smoking she knows, came straight from a movie. So, when Taylor pulls away the lighter and takes a big breath in, she immediately yanks it out of her mouth and starts coughing. It's a rough, gnarly cough that eats up at her throat, but when it's over she brings the joint back up to her lips.

It's been a couple of minutes now, her eyes fluttering shut as the overwhelming calm sets over her body. Taylor completely forgets about Joe, about the fight, and her happiness only increases as she takes a sip of the cheap, warm beer.

Another couple of minutes go by before Taylor starts thinking again. This time, she thinks about you. About your smile, the way her stomach flutters every time you're close to her, about your lips that Taylor bets are as soft as they look. And as Taylor takes another hit, her entire body is practically begging to know what your touch would be like. Taylor opens Uber, typing in your address as she leaves the room. Bodies are pushed against her as she half-trips down the stairs, squeezes past people making out, and dodges a girl vomiting on the sidewalk. Her Uber shows up a couple of minutes later, and she's standing in your front, porch light only ten minutes after.

The knock on your door wakes you up from your slumber. Your dog jumps off your lap, yapping and running around at the noise.

You groggily stand up, rubbing your eyes and you check the peephole of the door. You open the door. "Taylor?" you groan out. "It's like-- four in the morning, what are you doing?"

Still under the weed and alcohol, Taylor can't help the way your morning voice has her desperate. "I broke up with Joe."

Sleep runs away at that, your eyes wide as you take in the news. "Oh, Tay, I'm so sorry." You open the door wider, a silent gesture for her to enter your house. "Do you need a hug?"

Taylor shakes her head, slipping off her shoes. With the information out there, Taylor takes a couple of steps around you and takes even more forward. You're trapped against the wall, confusion pumping through your veins.

"Taylor?" you ask, although it comes out more of a sigh when you meet her gaze.

She doesn't answer you, instead leaning down by your lips. Her hot breath fans against them, her only thoughts being how much she wants you.

"I broke up with him for you."

Your eyes widen furthermore, the new information not at all expected. Your heart is violently slamming against your ribs, your mouth suddenly dry. You lick your lips and watch as Taylor glances downwards.

"I don't understand."

Taylor's hands are wandering, you're not quite sure when they were even touching you, but that thought is disregarded as she starts bringing them under your shirt. "I don't want him, I want you."

With that Taylor closes the gap between you, your hands wedging themselves into her hair. It is absolute bliss as she continues to kiss you, her right leg coming in between your own. Her lips leave yours reluctantly, reattaching moments later at your jaw, then your neck, and your neck again, and oh. You let out a slight whimper, her teeth softly biting into your neck, the pains only there for a moment though, as her tongue comes out to slide right over it. It isn't until then you smell the weed on her clothes and the alcohol on her breath that you start to panic.

You shove her away, taking a few steps away from her as well. "Are you drunk right now? And-- is that weed?" you practically yell.

Taylor groans, sliding off her jacket. It's tossed on the floor recklessly as she steps forward again. "I came from a party, but I'm fine. I'm sober enough."

You shake your head, all of that stuff five minutes ago shattered. How do you even know if she was being honest? How do you even really know she just didn't want a one-night stand? You don't. But you're sure as hell not going to let your best friend walk out onto the street drunk and high.

Wordlessly, you guide Taylor up to the guest bedroom and set her down. "Extra set of pajamas in the closet, and there should be a spare toothbrush in the bathroom."

Taylor sighs, wanting to go back to kissing you. She came here for sex, not to be treated like a child. But even loopy she knows you won't let her touch you in this state, so walks to the closet and grabs the clothes. Taylor looks over to you, a frown on her face as she watches you let out a small sniffle. You're disappointed no doubt, the moment with Taylor you longed for was absolutely ruined by the fact that-- in your eyes-- it wasn't real. Not only that, you're beating yourself up over the fact that you made out with her when she wasn't sober.

Taylor hears a soft whimper fall from your mouth as you turn around to leave. Even drunk Taylor doesn't like that noise, she wants to give you a big hug-- tell you that it's fine. But she's the reason you're saddened, she's the reason that you're crying, and that scares her. So, she locks the door behind you and slides into your clothes.

The bed is freezing, and Taylor has a strong urge to eat something, but she doesn't want to run the risk of running into you-- so she slides under the covers and wipes her own tears away.

Taylor wakes up the next morning with a bad headache and an even worse heartache. She hadn't consumed nearly enough weed or alcohol to make her forget about last night, so everything that happened was still playing in her brain. Taylor sits up, groaning as she rubs her forehead. She fucked up, she knows she did. Taylor doesn't know what to do though, because as much as she wants to run back to Joe and apologize, she can't exactly forget about what happened last night-- or how much she doesn't regret it. Kind of doesn't. She regrets leading Joe on as much as she did, and she certainly regrets being drunk and high. Taylor doesn't regret kissing you though, even smiling as she remembers the moment.

She gets up, adjusting her pajama shorts, and opens the bedroom door. Taylor walks down the stairs and into the kitchen, finding you seated on a chair looking at your phone. She clears her throat awkwardly, at a loss for words.

"There's food in the fridge, I have to get to work soon so I won't be eating with you."

Taylor frowns a little at that, but she shakes it off and looks up at you. "About last nig--"

"Don't. You were drunk and high, and I'm guessing you don't remember most of anything."

There's her way out. She can agree, apologize for crashing on you and go back to Joe. She doesn't. Instead, she shakes her head and rebuttals. "I do. I remember everything-- from breaking up with Joe and showing up here, and-- uh, and kissing you."

You don't seem fazed, by this, instead nodding your head along with her. "Taylor, I know it was a mistake. You weren't sober at all and I don't blame you."

Taylor's eyes widen, her heart feeling like it could burst. Had she gotten it wrong? Did you not like her like she liked you? No, you had to, there was no way you didn't like her when you looked at her like she held your entire world. Taylor saw it in the way you blushed whenever she leaned over you to grab something, or when she leaned against you to cuddle and your breathing halted, or in the--

"I think I love you," she blurted, a light gasp leaving her own mouth.

You look at Taylor for a moment, phone off and on the kitchen table. "T--Taylor, you don't know what you're talking about. You're hungover and freshly out of a breakup."

Taylor shakes her head, more confident in her statement now. "No, no, I know I do."

She walks over to you, grabbing your hand as she does so. "I know the way I came here was completely inexcusable, m-- my behavior was poor, and I shouldn't have done that when I wasn't sober. But you reciprocated-- you kissed me too, Y/N, and that has to mean something."

Taylor stares at you, swallowing harshly as she waits for your response.

"I can't, Taylor. I won't be the rebound girl, I just won't do that to myself."

"But you're not!" Taylor sighs, stepping even closer to you as she holds your face. With her hand guiding your jaw to her, you have no choice but to look into her eyes. And now that you're looking into her beautiful, blue eyes, you can't lie.

"I'm scared, Taylor. The world doesn't know you're gay-- hell, I didn't know you were gay until I was pinned to my own wall! And you just got out of a relationship with Joe, and it's not like we can be public-- at least not for months after this. I jus--" You cut yourself off, tears pricking your eyes as even more worries fill your brain.

Taylor sighs, leaning her head against yours. As much as your brain tells you to push her away, your body doesn't listen. "So we keep it under wraps for a bit. Just us for a couple of months until I can tell everyone about you."

You close your eyes, trying to focus on your thoughts. That proves to be impossible though, as you feel Taylor's thumb delicately swipe across your cheek, wiping stray tears from your face. Taylor lets out a shaky sigh, pressing a light kiss against your forehead. "I promise you won't be a secret for long, just until everything settled and it's okay for me to tell everyone."

When you don't give her an answer, she lays your head against her chest and starts talking again. "Baby, I just want to love you right. I don't want to hurt you, but I know I won't be able to go back to being friends-- I don't want to."

Your stomach flutters at the term of endearment. Truth be told you wouldn't be able to be just friends after last night. Not after you got to know what it was like to have her lips on yours, her hands against your skin, and her breath mixing with yours. She was, no joke intended, intoxicating to you.

You look up to Taylor and wrap your arms around her back, nodding your head against her chest as you do so. "I love you too, Taylor. For way too long, now."

Taylor lets out a soft chuckle, burying her face into the top of your head. You can feel her smile against you, which causes you to let out a small laugh and smile too.

You and Taylor sit there for a bit longer, holding each other and giggling randomly. Of course, you know that the next couple of months will be rough-- not only for you but also for Taylor herself-- but you're willing to do it if it means you get to love her.

#taylor swift x reader #taylor swift #angst #the weeknd #the hills #x reader #x fem reader #x female reader #x you #pandorascript

[inswatiable-lesbian]

Valeria x fem!reader

song: Moth To a Flame - Swedish House Mafia ft. The Weekend

character: Valeria Garza x fem!reader

synopsis: Being a lesbian woman in a forged marriage wasn’t in your plans. Cheating on your husband with the most dangerous drug dealer in your city wasn’t in your plans either.

It was already 2 in the morning and there you were, calling her, again.

You could hear your husband in a deep sleep next to you, but all that mattered at that moment was the still unanswered calls on your phone.

You were trying to get her to answer your calls for half an hour, until you heard a voice on the other line, the voice that makes you feel like the most loved person on earth, the voice that made you forget about your unhappy marriage, her voice.

V: "Hello, princesa.." her deep voice answered, her strong accent was something that made your legs weak, your cheeks flustered, and your heart beat faster.

"Hello" you said quietly, trying not to bother your sleeping husband beside you.

V: "Sorry for not answering sooner, I was.. uh.. busy.. do you need something?"

"I just needed to hear your voice.. y'know"

V: "Why are you whispering?"

God, you hated this, she already knew your answer. She knew you would do anything to keep this relationship a secret from your husband for as long as possible, even if you had to be mute for a whole day, she knew you depended on her to continue, and that made her even more interested.

"You always ask that... you already know the answer"

V: "Tell me.. does he even know you call me when he sleeps?" you hear her laugh softly, if you could see her at that moment, she would definitely be smirking at your answer. But you laugh as well, covering your mouth when you realized that maybe it was too loud.

"You also know the answer to that question."

V: "Oh, princesa.. Did you argue with your husband again? I could recognize that tone of voice from miles away..."

"Kinda.. he still thinks that having a baby will make me feel better about my life" You said, uncomfortable. He knew you didn't want kids, at least not with him, but still insisted on this stupid idea. He's a good guy, he's rich, but seriously, you would rather die.

V: "and I bet you're still considering my offer.."

A month ago, she said she could get rid of him, but you thought that would be too cruel, but at this point, you were already thinking about getting rid of him yourself.

Running away with her sounded like a bad idea, she is literally a drug dealer, a killer, probably toxic, but oh my, you wish you could sleep with her (in any way, if you understand what i'm saying), wake up in the morning beside her, be filled with her kisses.

"You know i can't do that, Valeria.."

V: "You wish you could."

"Yeah.. yeah, i wish"

After a minute of comfortable silence, she decides to speak again

V: "We could.. hang out, y'know, as a distraction.." She speaks with a firm voice, even though she is slightly nervous about your answer.

Valeria is a busy woman, having any kind of relationship was not something she had in mind, but there you were, and now she's kinda.. obsessed with you.

She knows having you in her life is dangerous, but she can't help it, you make her day better even without realizing. When she comes home tired, she knows she will always have someone to talk to, even if it's through the phone. Despite everything, she doesn't want to lose you, but she doesn't want to appear weak, god knows what you could do with the information you have about her, god know what could happen if you knew that you made her weak.

"of course.. i'd love to, darling"

you both smiled involuntarily, it always ended the same way, the two of you in her bed, cuddling after an make out session, talking about random things, having a few laughs, god, that made your life better in every way possible, even if just for a few hours.

"I need to sleep now, sorry.. but you know my heart's in your bed, right beside you"

You whispered, laughing at your own silly comment, which made her chuckle too.

V: "of course, i'll try and keep it warm under my blankets.. buenas noches princesa"

"good night, Val.."

#valeria mw2 #valeria garza #valeria x reader #lesbian #call of duty #the weeknd #Spotify

[manjibunny]

"I JUST WANNA SEE YOU SHINE 'CAUSE I KNOW YOU ARE A ✶STARGIRL ✶"

★SYNOPSIS★: Being the good wife that you are, you decided to treat your husband to breakfast in bed. Takashi being a good husband, decides he'd much rather indulge in you ★

★C/W★: fem! reader, sub! reader, dom! Mitsuya, ptv, nipple play, unprotected sex (stay safe yall), fingering, mentions of food, petnames used (baby, my love, my girl), Mitsuya really said "My kink is true love", good ol' kitchen sex

★W/C★: 1,8k+

★A/N★: I got inspired by "Stargirl Interlude" by the Weeknd and Lana del Rey, so I had to write my thots down for @rinterlude The Weekndcollab 💜 Special thx to @avatarofstars for listening to me ramble about this fic at 2 am <333

Streaks of light shone through the blinds, kissing you awake from your peaceful slumber. Upon opening your eyes, you’re blessed by the sight of your husband’s sleeping face. Taking a moment to admire his beauty, you thanked every God that you’ve had the pleasure of meeting, falling in love with, and marrying Mitsuya Takashi. Life is wonderful right now, you thought to yourself. 

You stood up from your comfy bed, making sure not to wake Takashi up. He is always so busy, you thought to yourself. Always waking up early, always going to bed late. He deserves to rest a little more. 

Tiptoeing out of your shared bedroom, you made your way to the kitchen. You wanted to surprise your husband with breakfast in bed. You hummed to yourself as you got all the ingredients to make pancakes. Getting ready to start making the batter, a set of strong arms wrap around your frame, pulling you against a warm body. You let out a surprised gasp, not expecting Takashi to wake up so early. 

“Good morning baby” you giggled. “Wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed, but of course you had to ruin it” You teased your husband, feeling heat creep up your face as you felt his face buried into your neck. 

“Good morning my love. Was hoping to wake up next to my beautiful wife. Imagine my surprise when I found the bed cold and empty without you in it” He mumbled teasingly, his husky morning voice making you feel butterflies in your stomach. 

“Yeah? Well, I would have been quick, you know?” You teased back. Takashi chuckled, letting his hands roam your body. Takashis hands lightly gripped your hips, 

“Not fast enough for me, my dear” He mused, gently nibbling your earlobe. Heat crept up your face as Takashi gently bit down on your earlobe, earning a light moan from you. He always knew how to get a reaction out of you. As his lips pressed yearning kisses on your sensitive neck, Takashi’s hand slowly crept under your, well, his shirt, fingers caressing your skin. 

“You know, I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed” You breathed out, drunk of Takashi's gentle touches. He always managed to make you feel so incredibly hot and bothered without trying hard. It was natural for the both of you, your body reacted to him, and his body reacted to you. A gasp left your lips as you felt something hard poke your lower back. 

“I’d rather have you” He breathed out, lips attacking your neck as his hips grinded against your ass, his fingers traveling along your torso, sending a chill down your spine  “Can I please have you? My love?” You eagerly nodded, biting your lower lip to prevent moans from slipping out of your mouth. No matter how many times Takashi touched you - and he touched you plenty of times - you still felt so shy to show him how much you wanted him. 

“Love” He stopped kissing you “I need to hear it. Can I have you?” His tone was gentle, he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. Forcing himself onto you or making you feel that you were obligated to do anything with him, so having you verbally confirm your wants and needs was routine for him. Besides that, Takashi loves hearing your needy whines for more.

Heat rushed to your cheeks, the coil in your stomach grew tighter as Takashi pleaded with his hoarse morning voice for a signal to to remove your clothes. The want for him outgrew your shyness, and you whimpered “Yes, please have me”

A satisfied grin spread across Takashi’s face. His hands swiftly traveled up your body, lightly kneading your breasts. His lips soon found their way back to your neck, gently nibbling on your tender skin. Passion ignited inside you, your love and lust for your husband overwhelmed your senses. Your moans got louder and louder as Takashi continued to touch your body. You couldn’t feel any shame anymore, not when Takashi pinched and rolled your nipples between his fingers. 

“Please, want more” you whined, the throb between your legs becoming unbearable for you. That was all Takashi needed to hear to move one of his hands lower, hooking his fingers on the waistband of your panties and pulling them lower. You slightly spread your legs to give him better access, at which Takashi chuckled. 

“My my, you are so eager, aren’t you?” He teased. You were about to retort back with a witty remark, until his index finger gently rubbed your clit. A sinful moan escaped your lips as Takashi teased your clit with one hand, while the other was preoccupied with your nipple. 

“Ah, music to my ears” Takashi mused, biting your earshell. 

Takashi is a very skilled man, he always knew how to please his woman. He rubbed tight circles on your sensitive bundles of nerves, making you feel desperate for his dick. His fingers haven't even been inside your greedy hole, yet he was able to tell that you were soaking wet when he felt your slick dripped out your hole, coating your panties and his fingers with your essence. The sounds you made as he played with your clit were beyond pornographic for Takashi, his dick was leaking precum just by your erotic mewls. 

You on the other hand felt like you were on cloud nine. Feeling so sensitive, you swore you could cum just by Takashi circling his fingers on your clit, but you knew that you wouldn’t be satisfied until you felt his pulsing dick inside you.  

Feeling as if he teased your poor little clit enough, Takashi dipped his index finger inside your pussy. Your needy cunt welcomed his finger greedily, sucking it inside and clinging to it for dear life as he pumped - or rather, attempted - to pump his finger in and out. Soon, he added a second finger, and after that a third finger. Finding your sweet sweet g-spot wasn’t hard for your husband, after all it wasn’t the first time his fingers were knuckles deep inside your cunt. 

He curled his fingers, making sure to hit your g-spot repeatedly. You were seeing stars at this point, chanting his name as if it were a gospel. The coil in your stomach grew tighter, before eventually snapping.

“Fuck, Baby!” You cried out as you climaxed on his fingers, coating them with your juices. Takashi helped you ride out your orgasm before pulling his fingers out of your pussy. He lifted his fingers to his mouth, tasting your release. 

“So fucking sweet” He hummed pleased “You did such a good job, baby”

But you weren’t satisfied quite yet. You haven’t even properly come down from your high, but you still wanted more of Takashi.

“Baby, want your dick inside. Please” You begged, already salivating at the thought of your pussy getting stretched out by his cock and filled with his cum. 

Takashi groaned at your plea. Truth be told he was barely able to contain himself,  he just wanted to sink his painfully hard cock sink inside your dripping pussy and feel your spongy walls clench around him. He quickly retreated his hand from your hardened bud and pulled his underwear down. With an angry red tip, his long, thick cock springed free from Takashi’s boxers. 

“Your wish is my command, my love” Takashi grunted into your ear as he aligned his throbbing cock to your cunt. Tears welled up in your eyes as his tip split you apart, the pain adding to your pleasure. 

He barely fit inside, no matter the amount of prep Takashi would do to loosen you up, he would always have to slowly and carefully push between your ever so tight walls, trying to contain himself from cumming on the spot. After all, your pleasure always comes first. He pushed his dick deeper inside you, kissing your neck once he was fully inside you. 

“Good job, love. Always taking me so well” He huskily whispered into your ear, waiting for your signal to move. You were panting hard from feeling him inside of you. Your knees were jittery and your breath was hard, so you tried to calm yourself down. He wouldn’t move otherwise. He needed to know that you were able to take him. 

Takashi lovingly wiped your tears as your breath steadied. “You’re doing so well. My big, strong girl can handle her man” He gently kissed your cheek. 

“But you know, we can also stop-”

“No, I want you. I need you” You stated firmly. “Please move. I’m ready”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Takashi set a slow pace, trying to not overwhelm you. Still, his dick hit all the right places. A choked moan escaped your lips as you felt him grind his hips against your ass. A mixture of slapping sounds, your high pitched moans and Takashi’s low groans echoed through your kitchen as Takashi made love to you. 

His chest was pressed against your back, and you were able to feel his heartbeat thumping loudly against his ribcage. You felt strangely relaxed feeling his heart beating so quickly as his thick cock parted your gummy walls. You never doubted that Takashi loved you, but realizing that he wanted you as badly as you wanted him made tugged on your heart. 

“Taka, I love you so much” You mewled, feeling yourself getting close again. Gripping the kitchen counter, you arched your back, feeling overwhelmed by all the stimuli you were feeling. Takashi’s hands lightly gripped your hips, careful to not hurt you or leave any marks on your skin. 

“I love you too” Takashi groaned “So, so, so much. Can’t live without you”

Your walls tighten around his dick as you heard his words. Takashi’s thrusts became more sloppy, you and him were both so close. He kissed your cheek gently, his hand soon finding yours and intertwining his fingers with yours. Moving your head to the side, you met his lips with yours. 

“Cum with me baby. Cum for me, my love” Takashi grunted, so close to spilling inside you. Getting the confirmation you needed, you finally released. Your eyes rolled back into your skull as you sobbed out Takashi’s name. Takashi soon followed suit. He kissed your lips, effectively muffling his moans as he came inside you. 

Once both of you came down from the high, Takashi cupped your face before kissing you tenderly. 

“Are you ok, baby?” 

You hummed in response “Never felt better in my entire life” Takashi chuckled, peppering your face with small kisses before eventually landing on your lips again. 

“I’m glad” He exclaimed “Now go to bed. I can feel your legs shaking, "he teased.

“Let me make you breakfast in bed, ok, baby? My girl deserves is after being able to take me so well”

Oh indeed, life was great.

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[user-zvs]

Kinktober

October 1st: gojo satoru

stepbrother!Gojo x reader.

summary: Gojo can't seem to keep his hands off his stepsister. He uses her in secret from their family.

tw: dry humping, semi-public sex, mating press, praise.

- "Gojo! Where did Y/n go?" Your mother asked. It took a lot of strength in you not to moan out loud.

"ngh~ I think she went to the store!" Gojo called out.

He threw his head back as you grind your cunt across his bulge, your juices dampening his boxers. He guided your hips to move a little faster, making your whines louder. After a while he took you off of his lap to do something.

"face down, ass up." He whispered. He pulled his boxers down to let his dick out, you watched as he stroked it a little before motioning to you to turn around.

You turned and felt him grip your hips, you watched him pick up his phone to play music. The door was unlocked slightly cracked open, so your mom could walk in at any moment.

He rubbed his aching tip against your cunt before pushing it in. You whimpered as you covered your mouth to suppress a moan.

"fuck- gojo! please. fuck me." You quietly begged as he slowly paced into you. His pace got quicker each thrust, making you grip his sheets and drool into them.

"Fuck.. your so hot." He said as he pressed on your back, making you arch. You clenched around him which made him slap your ass and have a bruising hold on you.

"Satoru ugh fuck~" You said as you felt him pull out and turn you over. He grabbed your legs and put you into a mating press. He gave you a long and sloppy kiss as he put his dick in you. You groaned into his mouth each thrust, making him grip your tit.

"atta girl. Keep going f'me." Gojo praised. You giggle as he sucked on your neck, placing hickeys all over your collarbone.

You clawed at his back, scratch as you reached your high. Sweat glistened your body and tits bouncing each thrust.

He took two fingers and shoved them into your mouth, trying you keep you quite. You've already came all over his huge dick, he seemed to have wanted more.

"satu-, mmh fuck." You whimpered, holding your legs for him to easily use you. He took his fingers out of your mouth and softly gripped your neck.

"Ngh y/n-" he groaned as he came into your cunt, making you bite your lip. He hugged you and lied there before getting up to clean up the room before your mom figured it out.

Too late for that.

a/n: FIRST KINKTOBER! I hope you guys like it.

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[twilightttlovee]

”Stargirl”

Keegan x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw (mdni), oral (fem! Receiving)

based off this song <3

Imagine fucking Keegan after a long mission OH MY GOD??

I know he’d be SO desperate..I bet he couldn’t even wait…walking through the door and fucking you on the countertop <333……

You hear the door slam open, your boyfriend standing in the doorway. You, sitting in one of Keegan’s oversized shirts, rush towards him. “Keeg!” You squeal out, hugging him. But instead of getting a hug back, you end up being met with a desperate Keegan, shoving his tongue in your mouth, earning dominance automatically. He backs your precious body into the kitchen, sitting you on the countertop. He sucks on your neck, teeth grazing and nibbling on the soft skin as his fingers ghost over the wet patch in your panties. “Already wet f’me, doll? Missed me so much, yeah?” He whispers, throwing some of his tactical gear on the ground and he slumps onto his knees, looking up at you from in between your thighs. His long fingers wrap around the edges of your panties, pulling them down to your ankles. “Such a pretty pussy..all mine..my pretty pussy.” He coos, using two fingers to open up your core for him, before latching his mouth onto you, sucking and lapping up all your slick, tongue dipping into your drooling hole. He lets out a groan as you grind down on his face, “mhm..go ‘head pretty girl..use my face, love..” You felt your back arch, nails digging into the countertop as you cum on his tongue, thighs shaking. He unlatches his mouth, causing you to get up from the counter, only to be pulled back up by Keegan.“‘M not done with you yet, pretty girl..”…. this was going to be a long night.

Hi!! Can you guys tell that I love The Weeknd yet? Currently listening to hob/eos/Thursday/trilogy rn :))

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[redz0nez9]

B O A F B O A F

TikTok- emediting

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[in-som-niyah]

"Come on princess, don't be like that. Give Red what he deserves..."

You are Red Hood's relief. Nothing more. Nothing Less.

Your bedside alarm clock displayed an ungodly time in the morning.

It was a cold night in Gotham, your apartment filled with a chill accompanied by a familiar emptiness. It was just you, after all, and you didn't really have anyone over.

This changed, however, when a certain masked vigilante came to you for help when he was bleeding. Knowing you were a medical professional, he decided to swing by for a stitch or two. Who were you to deny him?

How could you refuse the six foot something, broad shouldered, panting, limping man barely making it across your living room?

You decided to indulge your curiosity, because let's be honest here: If he wanted you dead, he would have made it so a long time ago.

One night became two, then three, then a month and now a few times a week.

You were always welcoming him with a fresh roll of gauze and a chilled bottle of spirits for the pain, since he refused to take anything else.

But it was more than just medical attention. It was the way his chest heaved, back muscles flexed and forearms tightened when you hit a particularly tender spot. It made another certain tender spot on you wet.

Scandalously so.

You tried to hide it by wearing dark underwear and pants to bed, but it didn't help; he had you squirming and squeezing your thighs together in no time.

And there was nothing you could do about it.

He unknowingly infiltrated your senses, his scent of sweat and musky body wash making you dizzy, his vice grip on your bedsheets when you cleaned his wounds making your knees weak.

You wanted him.

You wanted him bad.

On this particular chilly Gotham night, you might just get what you want.

A loud pair of feet landed on the hardwoods near your windowsill. Heavy, irregular, yet determined footsteps proceed into your bedroom, where you've prepared your ensuite for a battered and bleeding Hood.

"Quickly, in here." you rasped having been torn from a restless sleep.

"I'm comin' sugar. Someone's eager to see me huh?" the familiar teasing tone of his voice modulator replied.

"You're only allowed to make jokes when you're not bleeding on my floor, Hood" you shot back, followed by a playful scoff and a silent eyeroll.

However, that eyeroll might not have been so silent.

As Red Hood approached the bathroom doorframe, he caught a glimpse of your feigned annoyance in the mirror.

He sat down with a thud on your toilet, exhaustion invading his bones.

You made quick, wordless work of his belt and jacket, revealing his toned exterior and the scars littering it. You never mentioned his scars, for fear of making him uncomfortable but more so because you couldn't bear the thought of someone hurting him so much that it left such a vicious mark.

"Sweet girls like you shouldn't roll their eyes, it's rude" he huffs between pained groans.

You briefly still your hand, look up at him and quirk your brow as if to challenge him. Then, you roll your eyes right in his face. You have no idea what prompted this pettiness, but your thoughts were hazy and disorganized as you looked back down to continue cleaning and stitching his wounds.

Red Hood chuckled darkly and sighed as he felt you get back to patching him up after your little stunt.

He lolls his head to the side, as if to emphasize his astonishment at your smart comeback. He didn't take you for a fiesty one.

"Really doll?" he prompts.

You say nothing and continue with your bandaging.

"Hey. Look at me." He tries again, this time with a gentler tone.

Still, you ignore him and repackage the unused gauze for another guaranteed visit from him in the future.

You go to get up, but his hand presses your shoulder down and you stop, entirely oblivious to his intentions.

Finally, your eyes meet his mask.

Red can tell you're both making eye contact, which lasts an unusually long time. You both bask in the absence of awkwardness as you indulge in this tender moment.

Slowly, you move closer to him and reach a hand up to caress his helmet. You know he can't feel it, but it feels intimate and personal nonetheless. It is only until your fingers roam lower, toward the base of his helmet and lift, that one of his hands flies up to stop your own.

"Nuh-uh babydoll, the mask stays on" he spits sharply.

The vigilante shifts in his seat, and it's only then do you realize the growing tent in his pants.

Your eyes flick back up to his helmet and it is only now, that you realize you weren't alone in your inappropriate arousal.

Hood maintains the eye contact and brings his hands to your hips, as if asking for permission before taking the plunge.

Carefully, you move your hands down his naked torso, noting how his sore muscles twitch at your light contact.

"Fuck baby-"

A hiss escapes his concealed mouth when your hands ghost over his bulge. You knew this was wrong. You knew he should be gone to wherever he should be by now. Were there people looking for him? For Christ's sake was he a criminal?

Too many questions for a mind too far gone. You weren't thinking anything beyond how sticky the bottom of your panties had become, how puffy your lips had become from constant chewing, and the cool air ghosting over your sensitive nipples.

There's no going back.

While looking at him for confirmation, you begin to unzip his fly, then massage his length from his boxers instead.

A drawn out, desperate moan is exaggerated by his modulator as hood grinds his hips into your hand involuntarily.

"Don't tease me darling, you know what I want" he orders.

Normally, you would have slapped anyone that told you what to do, but here, it only made your sopping cunt beg for relief.

Mesmerized by his boldness and not wanting to keep him waiting, you pull him out of his boxers and kiss the tip. You're met with another whine and roll of his hips.

You begin to stroke him a few times, working him up just to give him his relief.

Just as he was about to speak again, you swallowed him from tip to hilt, making his words die on his tongue.

His body tensed and relaxed with every moan and heave as you began to bob your head up and down, taking him in full each time.

His hand flew in your braided ponytail to guide your head down his shaft the way he liked it, your tongue licking at his balls every time you went down.

"Shit- Want you to touch yourself pretty thing. Show me how those dainty fingers make you feel good"

Warmth shot straight to your core at that, but you were embarrassed to pull down your shorts and panties, and show him just how bad you wanted this.

You hesitated for a moment and pulled off his length. Stroking him with one hand and licking stripes up his shaft with your tongue, you managed to smile sheepishly in a weak attempt to refuse.

Though the heat between your legs was almost unbearable, your potential embarrassment was stronger.

Red Hood cocks his head and tuts in disproval.

"Come on princess, don't be like that. Give Red what he deserves..."

You looked up at him with glassy and desperate eyes, as if to ask if he really wanted to.

The strong hand in your braids comes down to cup your cheek and rub at the side of your mouth.

"Don't keep me waiting pretty girl, I ain't asking a third time" he rasps sternly. You knew better than to disobey.

Slowly, your removed your hands, earning a groan from him. You stood up and hooked your thumbs in between your panties and supple skin and began to pull down.

Embarrassment still clear on your features, the vigilante outstretched his hands and placed them on your plush hips, rubbing circles in your skin.

This silent encouragement prompted you to continue, until you felt the cool air brush against your exposed, puffy clit.

"So pretty" Red mumbles under his breath as the hands on your hips apply gentle pressure to get you back on your knees.

This is his turn to stand up, doing so with his angry red and leaking cock in his hand.

He held it out in silent offering to you, which you took gratefully, and resumed your earlier routine.

Subconsciously, your hand made its way down to your core and your fingers found purpose in rubbing tight circles on your clit. You moaned on his length at the contact, eliciting a pleasurable hiss from him.

You could tell his eyes were trained on the target between your legs even from behind the mask.

"That's it sugar...make yourself feel good for me...good fucking girl"

Your eyes rolled again at that as you increased your pace and suction. He wasn't going to last much longer.

Though you would have no way of knowing, Red was a true gentleman despite his nighttime activities. As a gentleman, he wanted you to cum before him.

"Faster pretty girl, come on, you can do that for me fuck-"

You gave a small nod and increased the speed between your legs. You began to focus on the feeling of your fingertips sending sparks throughout your body, but you weren't close enough.

As if a psychic, he pulled himself from your mouth and sat back down. Confused, the hand between your legs stilled, and your face beginning to pout.

Before you could protest his hands again found your hips and pulled them toward him. Your hands moved to find the back of his neck as the hooded man pulled you onto him to straddle his lap.

When his hands retreated, you whined in frustration at the lack of contact.

"Shhh pretty baby you'll get it" he cooed.

You began to rock your hips against him impatiently, but his strong hands stopped your movement. Before you could complain, his right thumb began to press circles into your core with full intent of making you cum.

"Ah-ah Red please-" you cried out, unable to take the sudden pressure and pleasure at the same time. You gripped his wrist, a weak attempt to get him to slow down.

"You can take it, yes you can princess" he replies. The cheeky bastard knows just how to make your pussy throb.

"Fuck- I'm gonna-... pleasepleaseplease" you blabber desperately nearing your peak. The pressure in your tummy growing and tightening, just waiting to snap.

The Red Hood pressed his shielded forehead to yours and whispered in a deep, modulated voice.

"'M right here pretty girl, cum for me. I know you need to. Let go."

The coil snapped with ferocity and left you screaming his name. Surely the old woman next door wouldn't appreciate it, but you didn't care. Not while he was here, making you forget about the world.

You gushed on his fingers, and he took this opportunity to pump himself to completion with your juices smeared over his shaft. He came with a low grunt and short pants.

After you came down from your high, you slowly and carefully eased yourself off of him, minding his bruises and sore muscles which he appreciated.

It was still ungodly early, your eyes beginning to close with sleep as you washed your hands in the sink.

He will never admit to you that he's never been more in love with you.

Instead, he stuffs himself back into his pants and brings you back to your bed.

Once you're situated under your duvet, you reach for his hand and weakly grasp his fingers.

"Stay?" You slur, barely holding onto your awake state.

He chuckles fondly, and you can almost see a blush under his helmet.

"Maybe another time doll."

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