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Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader ♡ (boyfriend’s dad!hotch) - 18+ minors dni
summary: part 2 to this.
your bf cheated on you? fuck his dad!
cw: uhmm a little bit of choking? age gap.
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“Put your phone away.”
Mark stared at his father for a moment without even lifting his head, and then continued to type on his phone.
“You’re being rude,” Aaron said.
“What’s your problem?”
“Your brother has been talking about this dinner all week. When Jack sits at the table, that thing better not be in your hands. Understood?”
“Understood,” Mark said, and placed the phone right next to his plate harsh enough to make Aaron wonder if the screen cracked.
Despite his annoyed appearance, Mark kept his promise and stayed engaged in the conversation with Jack. His little brother admired him and Aaron would do anything to protect his son’s feelings - even from someone who shared the same blood as him.
Still, Aaron had no complaints; Jack seemed happy and that was more than he could have asked for.
Sadly his feelings quickly changed, when after dinner he accidently overheard Mark talking on the phone. Aaron was a profiler, but any regular person could easily understand he was flirting with a girl. The only problem though, was that the name he had called said girl, was not yours.
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Mark made his way outside the kitchen only to be stopped by his dad with a hand on his chest.
“Who were you talking to?”
“What the hell is wrong with you today?”
“Who were you talking to?” Aaron repeated, determined not to give him an easy way out.
Mark raised his eyebrow at him. “Don’t you think I’m a little too old to be asked questions like this by my dad?”
“Are you cheating on Y/N?”
“Why are you so fucking obsessed with her?” he snapped. “Why do you even care?”
“I didn’t raise a cheater.”
“No, you don’t give a fuck about me. It’s her you care about.” He smirked, and Aaron was worried his next words would be exactly what he was afraid of.
Mark confirmed his fears. “You think I don’t see the way you look at her? You wanna fuck my girlfriend and then be the one who teaches me about ethics?”
Aaron stood there frozen watching him walk away, too stunned to stop Mark from leaving without saying good night to his little brother.
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Ethics.
His son was right. There was nothing ethical about the way he looked at you. There was nothing ethical about the way he wanted to steal you from Mark. And there was definitely nothing ethical about the way he had fucked his fist in the shower to the thought of you that same night you had asked for his help.
But Mark didn’t treat you right, he knew that. You deserved better and Aaron could be that for you.
He’d hold you in his arms, keep you safe from the rest of the world, let you know how beautiful and precious you were. Then he’d sit you in all fours and take you until you forgot your own name.
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“This is so wrong,” you sighed, rolling your hips forward and the word ‘wrong’ went straight to his dick.
“That’s why it feels so fucking good, baby,” he said staring at your lips and you leaned in to kiss his open mouth.
How did he get there? In any empty parking lot, and his son’s girlfriend riding his cock?
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It all started with a sweet “Mr. Hotchner?” when he picked up his phone in the middle of the night.
Then those two beautiful eyes he’d do anything for, looking at him like he was their hero.
“You said you’ll always be here. That’s why I called you,” you said when you were inside his car. Your cheeks were smudged with mascara and he wanted to murder the reason behind your tears. Only the reason was of course no other than his own son.
“You did well, sweetheart.” He cupped your cheek rubbing it with his thumb, and you nuzzled his hand. “You can trust me.”
“I do.”
It was impossible for him to keep his hands away or not to leave a soft kiss on your forehead.
“It’s over,” you sniffled. “This is the second time he cheats on me. I’ve had enough.”
“He never deserved you, honey. I’m sorry he hurt you.”
“Don’t be. You’re nothing like him,” you whispered. “How are you two even related?”
Your hand found his and your fingers naturally intertwined.
The kisses on your forehead soon turned into kisses on your cheeks and then on the corners of your mouth. He couldn’t stop and the way you were trembling against him was an invitation to touch you more.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” he muttered against the skin of your neck and you pulled his hair softly. He shouldn’t be doing that, but he’d rather take his last breath at that moment than let you go.
“I know. But I need you so bad,” you whined.
“Take off your panties and come to my lap.”
Aaron watched the fabric move all the way down your legs and pulled you into his lap. Before he had the chance to lift up your dress, you started rubbing yourself against him. He took your chin between his fingers and made you look at him. “Aren’t you a desperate little thing?”
“I wanted you to fuck me from the day we met.”
“I know.”
The feeling of your wet pussy against his slacks and the sound of your little moans drove him crazy. He bit your right nipple through your dress and you finally called him ‘Aaron’.
“Say my name again.”
“Aaron, Aaron, Aaron,” you moaned, moving desperately against him.
“Baby, I need to be inside you,” he said.
Once he was buried in you, his hands went on your hips, guiding you, showing you the pace he needed you at.
You were so good; such a good learner.
“This is so wrong.”
“That’s why it feels so fucking good, baby.”
You leaned in to kiss him and Aaron took the opportunity to wrap his hand around your neck. He noticed you failing to bite back a loud moan.
“You like that, huh?”
“Mhm…”
“Want me to rub your little clit too? Will that make you cum faster, sweetie?”
“Fuck, yes.”
He did as promised, moving his free hand between your legs, touching you softly and slowly. He loved the tortured expression on your face.
“Faster, please,” you begged him.
“You’re so fucking desperate,” he moaned, and picked up his pace.
It didn’t take much longer for you to cum, and he followed right after you.
You didn’t leave his lap. Aaron wrapped his arms around you protectively and pulled you so close to him, it was hard to tell where his body ended and yours started.
“What now?” you whispered, your face hidden in the crook of his neck.
“Now you’re mine.”
tags : @hotchhner @sabage101 @yurfavmommy @mrs-ssa-hotch @justarandommom @m4gn3ziu @rosaliedepp @indigosamsblog
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kidnapped reader who thinks they can fix slasher konig
You're honestly acting like a housewife, and Konig couldn't possibly love you more than he already his. Honestly, you look too freaking adorable - you smile when he drags home another victim, and you chastise him about spilling blood all over freshly moped floors. It's idyllic, having your murder husband drag his victims to the basement in the dead of the night because he knows that if you wake up, you're going to be all groggy and moody the next day - and this guy doesn't want this, no sir.
He doesn't like letting you see his other victims because you always find a way to make torturing them a bit less sweet. You would tug on his sleeve, you would slip into your sluttiest lingerie and ask him gently to stop gutting the poor guy so he could get you wet instead - and oh, your maniac husband just can't keep his hands off you. You don't like seeing the corpses or blood or guts, so he pushes your face to his chest and gently caresses your head as he tries his best to calm you down. Poor, precious creature - you're trying to change him, and he appreciates this...but it would also never work, not on a guy like him.
You prepare him dinner and leave it on the basement - he only calls for you when the victim isn't too bloody yet, so you can hand feed your boyfriend with some sweet apple pie you made. The victims would always get so confused when you start to care about them too - sometimes they are screaming and trying to attack, sometimes they would beg you to let them go...you would, if Konig allows it - but he isn't and it's pretty fucking obvious who has the upper hand here.
This is a fucked up domesticity in everything, but Konig couldn't want anything else - he wants for you to play the role of his wife, even as you're, quite annoyingly so, trying to get him to be less murderous and torture less people. He just...how can't you understand that he needs to do it?? It's in his nature! Still, you're trying to get him to be good. Perhaps you will succeed one day. Maybe.
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possession (yandere bi-han/sub-zero x reader)
warnings: mentions of blood and murder, bi-han is possessive
summary: yandere bi-han takes care of your shitty ex boyfriend. reader is gender neutral.
a/n: i haven’t written a yandere character in sooo long. i chose bi-han just bc he’s easy to write as a yandere :3 anyways next one i write will be a yandere smoke x reader so stay tuned
bi-han was always possessive over you. the moment he laid eyes on you, he knew you were his. he carefully pretended to be your friend and then court you like a normal person, hiding his true colors.
he knew he would most likely scare you away if he showed his true colors too soon. he had to wait until he knew you’d never leave him. he had to be patient. but he couldn’t hold back anymore after he saw you crying.
“love.. why are you crying?” bi-han asked, gently holding you in his arms.
“it’s just..” you hesitated to tell him, knowing that he doesn’t know about your ex-boyfriend. you haven’t told him yet.
your boyfriend held you, waiting patiently for your answer, and getting ready to comfort you. if someone said something to make you cry, bi-han would rip out their spine and bring it to you. if it was anything else, he would just hold you for hours and not let go.
“my ex. i can’t stop thinking about all the shit he did to me.” you admitted, wiping your tears.
bi-han’s gaze turned cold. “your ex? who is he? what did he do to you?”
his grip on you tightened. he needed to know who it was. so he can teach the bastard a lesson.
he was also jealous of your ex. he got to hold you first, he got to kiss you first, and he got to call you his. but he fucked up by hurting you. bi-han will not let him live with those sins.
you told him all about your ex and what he did to you. you opened up to bi-han about all the trauma you endured because of your ex. and how he was the reason you were hesitant to get in another relationship.
bi-han struggled to stay calm. how dare he hurt you...
he had the audacity to hurt you? you’re so precious. so delicate, like a flower. you were so lucky to have bi-han as a boyfriend. he can protect you. he can hold you and keep you safe from harm.
“where is he?” bi-han asked, but it sounded more like a demand.
“i don’t know? he’s most likely at his house right now. why?” you questioned.
“give me his home location.” bi-han commanded.
you looked up at him in confusion. “huh?”
“don’t make me repeat myself.” bi-han sneered.
startled by his sudden anger, you blurted out your ex’s location. bi-han immediately got up and left to find the bastard and make him pay for what he did.
you couldn't sleep that night. bi-han left and still hadn't came back yet. did something happen to him?
you were worried sick, until you heard rustling and grunting outside. that had to be him, right? nobody else is awake at this time.
you walked outside, barely being able to see anything, but you saw your boyfriend slowly dragging something behind him.
"bi-han? what is that?" you whispered. your boyfriend stopped in his tracks when he heard your voice.
you took a closer look at what he was dragging. it was a dead body... but it was unrecognizable, almost as if it was beat to death. you assumed it was just some random guy the lin kuei killed, until you noticed the clothes. that dead body had your ex-boyfriend's clothes.
"by the gods.. did you kill-"
"he cannot hurt you anymore. he was a fool to put you through pain. i simply taught him a lesson. and now, you can live in peace. with me." bi-han interrupted, as he dropped the body and held you in his bloody arms.
you looked up at him, and he had a terrifying look in his eyes. this man enjoyed beating your ex to death.
"you know i will do anything for you," bi-han continued. "if i must get my hands dirty in your honor, then so be it. you need me, don’t you? without me, more people will target you and damage you. you're welcome, my flower."
he was trying to convince you not to leave him. how could you leave, when he just demonstrated what he is capable of when he is angry?
"i don't know about this, bi-han..." you whispered.
his eyebrows furrowed. "what do you mean? you know i can protect you, so why can't you trust me? if anything were to happen to you... i would tear the world apart. if you dare defy me, then i must teach you a lesson."
you panicked. you didn't want to end up like your ex. "no! i'm not defying you, love."
"good. it pleases me that you and i can live happily together now. nobody can hurt you while i am around. i will not let that happen." bi-han mumbled.
he meant every word he said. he will keep you safe from harm. he would never hurt you, so you must stay with him.
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Ghostface!Xavier headcannons
Warnings:mentions of stakking,killing(duh),a little of soft! yandere!Xavier, Xavier taking "I will kill for you" to the next level.this ended up being hella long. I got carried away
When the killings first start. You obviously don't know Xavier was behind them. And he make sure you didn't know either.
He was very good at keeping the whole thing a secret.
Like you never suspected your sweet boyfriend to be the one behind the murders.
But... who said he was doing it alone?
Cue Ajax and Xavier killing victims together.
Xavier would do prank calls to his victims.
Fucks with them for a while before killing them.
And he kills all his victims in different ways so whenever the police would find a body it would look completely different then the last body they found
There was times he would come back bruised or a little bloodied(not his blood) from his victims fighting back,but he just say that it was just paint or he went a little to far in fencing.
Now on to you.
You were his sweet precious baby,and he wasn't gonna let anything happen to you.
And he is definitely not afraid to kill for you that's for sure.
He would watch you from afar and make sure you got to where you were going safe and sound.
So the guys that would bother you? Suddenly they end up missing. The guy that was flirting with you? Babe,he dead in a ditch somewhere.
If a guy decides to hurt you? Oh Xavier sees red and goes fucking crazy.
I mean look what happened with Rowan.
He.got.fucked.up
But anyways back to you.
He didn't mean to kill Rowan infront of you.
He just saw red when he saw what he was doing to you. He didn't see or hear anything else. The only thing on his mind was to kill him
He didn't stop stabbing the fucker until he heard your cries.
And as much as he enjoyed watching him choke on his own blood he hated to see you so hysterical
It broke him to see you cowering beneath a tree,covered in Rowan's blood,and shaking like a leaf.
His heart shattered when he saw the look on his face when he took his mask off.
That look alone almost made him want to stop the killing. He never wanted the love of his life to look at him that way ever again.
Keyword: Almost
He approached you so cautiously,like a scared little animal that he was afraid would run away.
And you tried.
He caught you very quickly and dropped the bloodied knife to the ground when kept starting it and crying even more.
You tried to push yourself away from his embrace but he held you tighter. Rocking you side to side as you sobbed in his arms.
You were shaking so bad he thought you never stop.
He carried you back to his shed leaving Rowan's body behind,and you were quiet as a mouse.
No he didn't forget the knife,his mask,or his camera. He wasn't stupid.
Still in a state of shock.
You flinched when his hand reaches up to wipe to wipe Rowan's blood off you and he paused and gently grabbed your face with his hands.
"I would rather die then to ever hurt you baby." He looked deep into your eyes. Filled with so much love,and sincerity. How can these hands who have killed countless people,hold you so gently? Like you were a proclain doll?
You were still sitting there in shock and disbelief.
Everything seemed to make sense now, times he would disappear and come back late at night,the "red paint" that was on his clothes.
When you saw him killing Rowan... he was an entirely different person and it scared you so much
The boy you knew since you were 14 was a ruthless killer and never thought you would use Xavier and serial killer in the same sentence.
"Do you like it?" Xavier made eye contact with you. "Killing." He looked down at his feet,his legs beginning to bounce.
"Yeah," his voice cracked a little. "Yeah I do."
You let out a shaky exhale at that.
He admitted that he was the one that killed Tyler and some of the other previous victims
He decided to leave out Ajax for now
Yall sat in silence for what seemed like forever. Him looking at you and you avoiding looking at him.
You asked out of the blue if he would ever thought of killing you and he practically yelled out a 'no'.
After witnessing the murder of Rowan.You never fully got use to him being Ghostface.
Obviously you never told a single soul
Wednesday is suspicious
But yall's relationship dynamic changed after that.
Xavier was surprised that you decided to stay with him even after that happened. I mean, after the talk in his art shed,you ignores him for a week. He thought the relationship was as good as gone.
Xavier didn't throw everything at you all at once which you were thankful for.
Because it took you months to be comfortable with your killer boyfriend's schedule.
At the beginning you felt so much guilt. Knowing who the killer was but not saying a word about it.
But it was the love of your life,you couldn't just rat him out and leave him in a prison to rot for the rest of his life.
I mean look at Wednesday's family
With all that being said,let's talk about when you do feel comfortable about the whole thing.
Now,Xavier is very deeply,in love with you. Think him as Gomez really.
He can and will kill for you
So if you were making it known you wanted someone dead or just bluntly say it then that person would end up being dead by the next morning.
No questions asked.
You also may or may not have developed a knife kink or a hand kink over the process of a few months.
And Xavier takes a full on advantage to that.
Xavier will literally drop dead if you want to join in on the killing.
He would die a happy man.
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His girl.
Pairing; Austin!Elvis x reader
Warning: STEP-INCEST! Yandere Austin!Elvis, Creampie, Forbidden love, Asshole boyfriend, Love confessions, Slut-Shaming, Forced filming, Mentions of murder, Gagging, Fingering, Forced cleaning, Innocent kink, Squirting, Humiliation kink, Meanie Elvis/loving Elvis, Innocent and naive reader, Dacryphilia.
Summary: You were Elvis Presley's little sister, his step-sister but it still counts! When your parents left to have their honeymoon vacation they left your big brother Elvis in charge and he swore that it was his job to protect you, even if it meant from yourself..
You tried to hide your excited smile as your parents told you about going on their honeymoon your brother leaning against the entrance of the dining room, his eyes bore into your happy buzzing self but you just ignored him. You were so happy, you can finally show your boyfriend that you were a woman and not a prudish little girl! You could finally show him that you were serious about him! "And Elvis is in charge while we're gone." Your mother broke you out of your daze 'What?' "But Mama I can take care of—" you started to protest but the feeling of your big brother's warm big hand on your shoulder stopped you "Don't worry Ma'am, I'll keep er safe." Elvis smiled, his charming smile that could make the toughest woman swoon and your mother did just that.
'Okay it's a minor setback but I'll think of something' you thought with determination, you promised to show Johnny that you loved him, and you couldn't go back now.
God, you were just cute, with that little pout, Elvis would do everything to make you happy, you were so precious and innocent unlike most of the women of your age, he wanted to protect you but some twisted part of him wanted to corrupt you, having you under him, mewling and moaning, make you his wife, his woman but he couldn't you were his little step-sister and he couldn't betray his father like that. You and Elvis waved goodbye to your giddy mother and father, once they were out of sight you headed up to your bedroom, saying you wanted to talk to your best friend barely staying to hear what your brother had to say in the matter. You called your boyfriend to tell him the great news and as expected he was just as excited about it as you were, he said he'd be there in 15 mins, which give you enough time to get ready.
Elvis knew something was up but he wanted to trust you, really just a nagging feeling kept bugging him. It got too much he decided to see what his good little mama was doing but nothing could prepare him for the anger he felt as moans and groans left your closed door which by the way broke a rule he placed in his house. Elvis took a breath and pushed the door open to peek in and if he thought he was angry before then what he was feeling was undeniable rage. Your limp-pencil-dick boyfriend was thrusting into you in a sloppy frenzy, close to cumming and you were obviously disappointed, unsatisfied, and miserable. He slammed the door open, you screamed out in shock and horror at seeing your handsome brother "What the fuck man?!" your boyfriend turned to curse elvis but stopped at the cold-deadly stare he wears "Camera." He asked cool, calm, and collected, the Calm before the storm "Closet." you answered with a shaky tone "You, go get it, yar goin' film how A man pleases a woman." Elvis order your boyfriend, and he didn't take it so well "Like hell!" Johnny shouted and that was it, Elvis walked over grabbed your boyfriend by the back of his shirt, and yanked him off you, his other hand gripped around johnny's throat "You wouldn't want everyone to know what ya did to that girl? that's right I know." Elvis whispered so you couldn't hear "So be a good lil' boy and get it."Elvis shoved Johnny towards the closet with much force that your boyfriend's face smacked into the door before he stumbles back to get the camera while Elvis took his clothes off slowly as if to tease you like he knew..
As if he knows your feeling about him, the dreams you daydream, the dream of being his cute housewife and stay-at-home mother, going on dates, that he knew you didn't want this to stop, you wanted him. Elvis loomed over your naked body, his clothes laid on the floor and his hardened cock lay against your pelvis bone, Johnny held the camera in his shaky hands. Elvis jerked himself just a bit before pushing into your wet pussy, how that fuck got you wet he didn't know, all he knew is each little inch was driving him mad, once he was balls in, he let everything out, "You're a fuckin' slut, ya know lettin' any man fuck ya? You're mine" He growled, his blues are now black and his skilled hips began to work. You moaned loudly as tears glossed over your eyes from the pleasure of each pump of his hips, his pace was fast and hard, but calculated and his cock hit all the places you didn't know you had, was this what sex was supposed to feel like "More!" you cried, gripping the bed sheets, suddenly Elvis's fingers were pushed down your throat, enough to make you gag around them "You don't give orders lil' girl." he hissed, pounding downwards into you. Johnny gulped, feeling sick that he was getting turned on, seeing his toy being fucked by Elvis Presley, her step-brother, he zoned onto where you and elvis was connected.
You sucked on his fingers, like that of a lollipop, eyes hooded, looking at him with those innocent eyes, Elvis's chest rumbled with a groan, he pulled his digits out, replacing them with his burning hot tongue, his pointing finger rubbed your clit in short, fast circles. You whined in the kiss, the knot in your stomach snapped, your back arched and your hips jerked, walls fluttering, sucking for everything he could offer. Elvis throws back his head, a deep, gaspy groan left his throat, and his hips stuttered. A heat poured into your already warm walls.
You let a small protest when Elvis slipped out of you, the feeling of him inside was addicting and you didn't want that to go so soon, your protest didn't last as Elvis sat beside your slight sweat-coated body, and parted your cum leaking folds, showing the camera his cum dripping out, letting go of your outer lips and sliding his two fingers down your clit and into your cunt, nothing could have prepared you for that was to come next. His digits fucked into you, like a hard-working machine, repeatedly hitting your g-spot, your eyes widened when Elvis bend over and bit-nippled your sensitive clitoris. A deeper pit took over you, screaming, tears flowing, you squinted all over the recorder and Elvis's face, still, even with your slick dripping his face held a smug smirk at your boyfriend.
Elvis got up and, licked away one of your tears "Such a pretty crybaby." He praised you, kissing your temple. His eyes turned to your boyfriend "Clean her." he spoke sternly, "S-sure just let me get a rug." johnny put the video record on a dresser and went to get a rug "With your tongue." johnny stopped mid-step "What?" he turned to look at Elvis in pure disbelief "Clean. Her. With your tongue. Now." your boyfriend gulped and nodded, rushing to get in between your legs. His tongue dragged up your clenching opening, catching your and Elvis's mixed cum on his tastebuds, johnny squeezed his eyes shut as he sucked and licked your cunt clean of cum.
Johnny winced moving from your legs, his cheeks got with embarrassment and humiliation "Can I go now?" he asked looking at the floor, "Sure go ahead," Elvis smiled, wiping his face with a wet rug from the bathroom, "Tell anybody about and I'll kill ya" Elvis whispered, grabbed his arm on his way out, johnny's face paled and he nodded fearfully as Elvis jerked his arm away, once he was free, he ran straight home. Elvis walked over and smiled at your passed-out form, cleaning your pussy with the other side of the rag, and laid beside you "I love ya lil' mama." he kissed your forehead, he was of course, gonna call his Memphis Mafia to deal with your sad excuse of a 'boyfriend' but for right now it was just him and you.
Just how he liked it.
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Steve hadn't meant to evesdrop on eddies new band. Really, he was an innocent party here.
Once things had calmed down in the aftermath of Vecna, Steve and Eddie had scrounged up every penny they could -steve even sold his precious beemer so they could have the extra cash- and got the hell out of dodge. Eddie couldn't stay in a town where everyone still looked at him like he was a murderer and Steve loved Eddie too much to keep him trapped in a town that hated him.
They had settled into chicago nicely, far enough away from the hellmouth that was hawkins, indiana that they werent constantly jumping at the sight of their own shadows, but still close enough they could be back in less than a day if shit started going down again.
The metal scene in chicago was just starting to take off, and Eddie quickly fell in with a local band that was in need of a new lead guitar. Steve had yet to meet any of Eddies new band members, his work and class schedules keeping him entirely too busy and exhausted for socializing. All of which led to this moment, Steve hovering awkwardly at the end of the hallway leading backstage as Eddies new bandmates tore him apart.
"Seriously how'd a guy as hard core as Ed end up with a preppy little asshole like that, i mean did you see what he was wearing?" The drummer scoffed
Self-consciously Steve worried at the hem of his black polo, he had stressed over his outfit all evening before they headed out to the venue. Eddie assured him that he looked great telling him he looked "like a sexy little gothed up jock" in his black polo, his tightest jeans and just the barest hint of eyeliner and mascara to make his eyes pop
"I know it must have been slim pickings back in butt fuck nowhere but Ed's got options now. Sure, the guy has a nice ass, but Ed could pull someone who's not gonna ruin our cred by dating a guy who looks like a narc" the bassist added on meanly.
Swallowing past the lump in his throat Steve turned to head back to the bar when Eddies voice stopped him in his tracks.
"People who disrespect my boyfriend dont get to talk about his ass" came Eddies sharp reply "Steve is more metal than all of you dumb fucks combined, and he's the inspiration behind all of the lyrics that are making us so big in the scene right now. If you cant fucking respect my boyfriend, you sure as hell dont deserve to get famous off the songs i wrote about him so im fucking out and im taking my songs with me."
"Ed you cant be fucking serious" the drummer started
"No, fuck you guys! You act all high and mighty but your just as fuckin shallow and small minded as the dumb hicks Steve and I left Indiana to get away from. Good luck finding someone to replace me and my songs before the fest next month" Eddie spat, his footsteps thundering against the concrete floor and around the corner into the hallway, coming up short as soon as he spotted Steve frozen in the hallway shocked at Eddies fierce defence of him.
"Oh sweetheart" Eddie crooned bringing a hand up to cup the side of Steves face his thumb gently swiping away the tears Steve hadnt even realized had begun to fall "I'm sorry you had to hear that baby. Lets go home" Eddie took his hand back from Steves face, wrapping it around his waist and tucking Steve firmly against his side ushering a still dazed Steve down the hall, out of the bar and into the cool night air
"Your didnt have to do that Eds" Steve said quietly, reluctantly pulling away from Eddie now that they were out in the open where anybody could see.
"Of course i did baby. You're the love of my life. You matter more to me than anything else in this world. More than my guitar and metal and dnd. And certainly more than some mouth breathers who wouldnt know what metal is if it got up on stage and took a bite out of a demon bat" Eddie replied with a grin and a wink swooping down to press a quick peck against Steves mouth as he stood in the middle of the sidewalk frozen in shock at Eddies declaration
"Im more important to you than music and dnd?" Steve asked in a quiet awed voice, his heart beating rapidly as if it was trying to physically escape his chest and burrow itself into the flesh of Eddies own ribcage.
"Sure are sweetheart, now why dont you get that sexy ass of yours moving so we can get home and I can show you just how much I mean it" Eddie replied, his voice lowering into a deep gravel that drove Steve crazy, hands reaching out to pull Steve forward a few steps urging him in the directon of the van parked furthur down the street.
Steve stumbled after Eddie, letting the other man lead him, his brain still not fully back online after Eddies bold decleration of love.
Steve didn't believe in any god, but he found himself thanking every god he could think of for bringing Eddie Munson into his life.
#im sleep deprived and idk where this came from but here you go#anyways they definitely went home and fucked real nasty#and then Eddie went on to make a new better band and they all became best friends with Steve and then they got a record deal#and eddies old band could suck it#okay thats enough internet for me its time for bedtimes#steddie#steve harrington x eddie munson#steve x eddie
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SYNOPSIS: You always had a fear for slasher movies, but your boyfriend with a mask kink will help you with that.
PAIRING: Ghostface masked¡Leon x GN¡Reader
WORD COUNT: 2.430k
WARNINGS: SMUT/NSFW, roleplay, mask kink, Leon dresses as Ghostface, consent, fucking in the kitchen, on the counter, scream movies references! Dom¡Leon.
NOTES: Just wanted to do something for Halloween and not let it just pass through without nothing. Even if it's small, i hope you guys enjoy :)
You were gripping into the sheets of the couch. Your eyes were glued to the tv as you kept your body fumbling around to ease the fright away. The way the murderer on the screen was killing his victims with no pity was making your gut knot and a bad sensation creeping from your spine all the way up to your nape, and you swear you could hear voices screaming, pleading for your help and calling for your name as if you were the only one who could save them. Those poor souls, you couldn’t help them even if you wanted to. You closed your eyes when that grotesque man lifted his ax, ready to spare an innocent soul and just collected even more reasons to burn in the pit of hell for the rest of his post-life. The joints of your fingers were turning white as you grip tightly into the sheets, you couldn’t stand that movie not even a second anymore. And honestly, you didn’t know how your boyfriend was so normal about something that almost made you puke out your organs in disgust.
With an agonizing yelp, it was enough for you. You shut your eyes closed, feeling like you’re in the victim's skin and like you’re about to be killed. You were transported to that abandoned house of the movie, facing that assassin right in front of your eyes, you could see the lack of humanity in his eyes. Your chest was rising up and down non-stop, you looked around and saw how you didn’t have a way to escape, and the crows around were already hungry, his deep empty black eyes staring at you. The crows on the tree branch next roared. Without noticing, your boyfriend took the remote and paused the movie, finally taking note of your shaking state of fear.
—”Hey, baby…what happened?” Leon orotundly said, one of his hands making way to your shoulder. You jolted, still visibly startled, you opened your eyes to see around and see that you’re still in your house, safe. —”You don’t seem fine.”
His lips pursed as his face turned into a preoccupied frown. You took a sharp intake of air, slowly regaining your bearings.
—”I…I was…there.” You pointed to the tv, he followed your finger and tilted his head to the side. Slowly, the corners of his lips turned into a cheeky smile.
—”Oh. So is my precious angel scared?” He leaned closer, letting a sardonic chuckle escape as his biceps brought you closer to his body. —”There’s no need to be, okay? I’m right here to protect you.”
With a huff, you slapped his hand softly over your shoulder, in an attempt to push him away. That insolent smile made it clear that he was not taking you seriously at all.
—”I’m being serious, Leon.” You got up from the couch, with a sigh and looked down at your boyfriend, who’s carefreely manspreading there still. —”I don’t find it funny.”
He tried his best to vanish his smile, but he couldn’t. Instead, he got up with his hands on his thighs to help him raise his body up. His figure walks closer, his hands crawling all the way to your waist and bringing you close. Leon and his graceful pair of deep blue eyes darted to you, you always swore you could drown on them since the first time you looked at them.
—”I’m sorry, it was not my intention to make fun of you, darling.” Leon's face approached your neck, leaving a soft gentle kiss there that made you feel like levitating.
—”But you were making fun of me, I know that damn smile.”
—”Uhm, yeah. Maybe I was, just a little.” He melted into a laughter, you felt the hot air leaving his mouth and going against your skin, making your skin bristle. —”But don’t be mad at me, please. I couldn’t contain seeing you so scared because of a movie.”
—”You know that I don't like these slasher movies, they’re gross.”
—”You’re right. But they have hot villains too.”
—”Do you find those monsters hot, Leon?”
—”And who doesn't?” Your boyfriend lifted his face, he had a perplexed expression, speechless that you don’t seem to agree with him on that.
—”I don’t know how you find these…things hot.” Gesturing your hands to the tv, he gasped audibly, straightening up his stance to fight you with arguments.
—”And how DON’T you find them hot?” He shook his head in disbelief, pressing his own lips together. —”I don’t know how to explain, but the ones with masks are even better.”
—”You’re crazy.” It’s your time to giggle, finding it strange how he was defending his favorite characters.
—”Oh come on, you’re telling me that you never felt a single thing for Ghostface?”
—”I mean…was I supposed to?”
—“Of course, darling! He’s ironic and makes great jokes and plus, he has a hot voice.”
—”That modified voice?”
—”Yes, that one.” He smiled, biting his lower lip. You lifted one eyebrow at him, astonished. —”Look, I can prove to you that Ghostface is hot. You’ll see that you’re wrong.”
—”I doubt that, I'm mostly terrified by him.” You sighed, letting your body fall down into the couch again. Leon followed you, and quickly, you felt his weight above you, his hands around your body keeping you trapped into a big hug.
—”And why are you terrified by him?”
—”Look, I…I don't know exactly. But he creeps me out.” Honestly, you didn’t have exact reasons, maybe it is your (ir)rational fear of killers that made you feel like that.
—”Is it because of what is happening in the town?” Leon took one curl of your hair, playing with it whilist your body was being smashed by his weight.
—”You’re talking about all those deaths suddenly in the region? Maybe it is. The feeling that a serial killer close to us really scares me even more.”
—”But I'm here to protect you, silly.” He pouted, kissing your lips briefly as your hair curls are where his eyes were focused.
—”I know this, but what if you’re not around to protect me?”
—”It won’t happen. Now forget this thing for a moment.” Leon looked you in the eyes, kissing your lips again but this way lingering for more. You smiled at him.
—”I better trick myself into believing this.”
—”But hey…I may have a way to ease your fears right now.”
—”What are you planning to do, mister?” You giggled, not knowing what to expect next of your boyfriend plans. His smile turned wicked for a moment, he brought himself closer to your ear and whispered.
—”I bought a fantasy, and maybe this could help you out.”
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That’s where you find yourself now, somehow you agreed to this and decided to give it a try at your boyfriend’s fantasy. Against the cold countertop, your elbow was slightly cold due to the contact with the wood piece in your kitchen, the sound of your phone ringing startled you, making you dart your face to the phone in your hands, the unknown number calling out made you gulp down.
—”H-Hello…?” Holding the phone out next to your ear, you heard a heavy breathing on the other side, making your hands tremble.
—”What’s your favorite scary movie?” That firm and inexpressive voice asked you, just as Leon told it was going to be before. Even if you agreed to that, the fear is unbearable.
—”I…I don't like scary movies.”
—”Oh. And why don’t?”
—”Because they’re scary. I don’t like to feel scared.” You sighed. Walking around the kitchen with the phone close, you wonder where Leon is hiding during this roleplay.
—”Too scared, aren’t you just a precious angel?” He chuckled with that strange voice, making you twist your nose. —”You never told me your name.”
—”Why do you wanna know my name?”
—”I wanna know who I'm looking at.” That was not in the script. Your heart almost jumped out of your chest in the most cartoonist way possible, your eyes roaming everywhere to find where he is.
—”Leon…this was not in the script. Stop scaring me!” You blurted out to the air, not even the breathing was heard on the phone anymore. That’s when your eyes catch a glimpse you didn’t recognize.
A masked man in your window door outside, tilted his head to the side and waved at you. You felt your eyes slowly grow bigger by the sight. The phone fell from your hands right on the ground, Leon didn’t tell you about that. The lights frickle, making everything black in a flash, you yelped, holding onto your own shoulders and shutting your eyes in hope this was just a nightmare.
But the hands that creeped in your waist showed you this was no nightmare, it was totally real. In the darkness your breath hitched as that masked man made his way behind you, pulling you close to his body by the waist. When the light comes back again, you look over your shoulder.
—”Leon! What the hell was that?!”
—”Leon? Oh no. Sorry ‘bout your boyfriend. All those…muscles didn’t help much.” You tried to step back, the danger is right in front of you, and it’s not your boyfriend. That modified voice was making you want to pass out, your mind was dizzy when your hands tried to push him by the chest with no success.
—”I’m not joking! S-Stop this.”
—”You’re so pretty…and now you’re all mine.” His masked face leans closer, sniffing the crook of your neck and holding you in place with his arms.
—”Let me go! This is not fun at all.” You heard a chuckle coming from his lips, the man slowly made his way to the hem of his mask, taking it off to show that familiar blonde hair and blue eyes. Your lungs finally rest, taking a deep relieved breath. The voice you hear next is not unknown anymore.
—”You fucker! Why didn’t you tell me you were going to do that?”
—”It would ruin the fright.” Leon leaned closer, kissing your cheeks gently after almost making your soul fly away from your body. —”I’m sorry, if I was cruel, I would keep going. But I don't want to make anything further without your permission.”
—”And…what do you want to do?” He pushes your body against the counter, lifting you and putting your weight down on that cold counter.
—”I love and hate to see you scared, my angel. Makes me want to protect and fuck you at the same time.”
—”You’re a kinky freak, Leon.” You two chuckle together, Leon put his hands on your thighs to caress your skin softly.
—”Maybe i am. Would it be a problem to you to be fucked by me with the mask?” Your eyes go wide with his suggestion, you make a perplexed face to him, pressing your lips together to think. —”Please, angel…I always wanted to do that.”
That alluring voice, you couldn’t deny anything to it. With a light chuckle, you shake your head.
—”Okay…okay. But only this time.” Leon celebrated it with a boyish giggle, kissing your lips deeply before putting on that mask again. —”Use your own voice too, please.”
He nodded, his face no longer visible before his hands lifted all the way underneath to your skirt. He quickly played with the hem of your panties, you could already visualize your boyfriend’s smirk behind that mask.
—”Can I, my angel?” It’s your time to nod, biting your lower lip to suppress the pathetic moan to escape from your lips. It was strange, but somehow…it was turning you on.
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You never thought about having this. The love of your boyfriend with slasher movies and masked villains was normal, at least you thought so. But after seeing Leon in that mask, something inside you changed, you were no longer scared about that stranger in the mask, because he’s not a stranger anymore. In fact, that mask made something inside you tremble, the way he had the great ability to know everything that turn you on, to know exactly that rubbing your sensitive spot while pushing his fingers inside your hot walls made you whimper, hiding your face on his chest as your hands shake on his muscled arms holding you by the waist.
As by now, you were screaming his name, craving for more and finding that mask facing you whilst his hips jerked further to push his dick even more deep inside your drooling hole, he stimulated you too much already, it felt too good. He was sure more excited this time, after all, making sex with one of his biggest kinks was only telling him to keep going even more. He was breathing heavily too, feeling in bliss to finally be able to do something he’s been dreaming about. He was scared you were not going to accept due to your fear with slasher movies, but something about the way you scream his name tells him he’s doing the right thing. As crazy as it seems, having sex with that Ghostface fantasy made something change into his lover, the fear was slowly popping out of your silly head, making way to a new…kink. All due to your hot boyfriend using that mask, but could you blame yourself for that? Not really.
—”Having fun, baby?” He mumbled in between grunts, pushing faster and faster inside you as if he’s fucking the fear out of you. You felt brainwashed, now you want to see more of Leon masked, just to watch as his dick goes inside and out of you as the mask faces you.
—”Fu-Fuuck! Yes!” Leon chuckled, finding it all very amusing. You were already so hot, but you underneath him were crying in whimpering for more with the mask on? He could never forget that.
It felt intimate, you trusted him with your fear. And somehow, was helping out.
—”Not so scared anymore, huh? Freaky.” Leon made fun of the situation, that sarcastic giggle making you want to hit him in the head, but that was not possible due to your blissful state now.
For someone who was so scared of slasher movies, this was quite hot. It sure is an extraordinary way to spend Halloween, discovering a new kink all because your boyfriend is way hotter than you expected with a mask. As though you loved to see his, not seeing was a hot mystery you’re starting to like even more. "Just this time" was all a lie now.
#fanfic#fictionalslvr#smut#leon kennedy#leon s kennedy#leon x fem reader#leon x reader#leon kennedy smut#leon smut#re4 leon#leon x masc reader#leon x you#halloween#october#happy halloweeeeeeen#happy halloween#ghostface#mask kink
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♪ → 愛してます ! ← ♪
→ pairing ; yandere!photographer x gn!reader
→ content.warning ; yandere, smut, blood, gn!reader, male! yandere, murder, mating press, making out, unhealthy relationship, toxic relationship, abuse, dubcon, selfharm, yandere photographer is your boyfriend as well which is why it says yandere!boyfriend in the tags!
→ notes. ; my bae(@cutiesgawr) was supposed to write this but she is so sweet that she let me have the idea <3 ; changed ideas, which is why it says yandere boyfriend but he is your boyfriend anyways!
Yandere!photographer who you met when you were walking and he saw you! He had to take a picture of you, he was in the photography club, you posed for his picture. He treasures that photo of you.
Yandere!photographer who treasures all the pictures he takes of you with his camera, how couldn't he?! You were so perfect and you were the perfect one for his pictures that he was missing!
Yandere!photographer who gets all happy when you feel inlove with him, he gets so giggly when you accept his confession!
Yandere!boyfriend who will do anything to keep you with him, his hands on your body as he can finally say that you are his and he is yours. Everything his. You were so precious and there's no way that he will let you leave him.
Yandere!boyfriend who will punch and stab for you, he can't let anyone harm his baby! He has to make sure yourself and when you feel proud of him... He gets his present, you. Under him, writhing in pleasure as your legs tremble and your hands grip at his chest.
Yandere!boyfriend who touches your sex, over and over even when you're taking a break from climaxing. His finger press down in your sex as he smiles. He knows that only he has this affect on you.
Yandere!boyfriend who scares away your friends, why are you sad? You should be happy that those rats are gone! You only need him in your life anyway so what's the point of crying?
Yandere!boyfriend who accidentally(not) kills your best friend, he didn't mean it, let him please you and forget about that whore Rat! Who goes on his knees and his tongue lands on your sex.
Yandere!boyfriend who makes you cry due to pleasure or is it of sadness? He loves your tears, your cute hands on his chest, as you weakly hit at his chest. He just finds you so cute, his hand grips hard at your arm when you hit his face, seems like he was to teach you a lesson, ah.
Yandere!boyfriend who breaks down when you say that you want to break up, hands balled in a fist as he stares at you. Eyes twitching, he can't believe what he is hearing....
Yandere!photographer who breaks stuff in his house, breaking mirrors and furniture. Everything including himself, he grabs a knife and cuts into his skin. Writing your initials into your skin with his blood, he will take the best photo of you.
Yandere!photographer who finds you when you're taking your morning walk, you were beautiful in your outfit, his smile as he nervously grips onto the knife. His camera in hand, you were going to look so beautiful...
Yandere!photographer who stabs the knife into you, your face of surprise as you fall onto the pile of leaves. His smile never leaving as he cuts himself, mixing your and his blood together.
Yandere!photographer who draws a heart on your face and his initials on your face, he smiles at you. Backing away as he snaps a picture.
He looks down at his camera, as the picture slowly prints, he looks at the photo, you were so beautiful. Your sweet body and pretty face with your pretty blood, oh how he adores you!
He blinks as his eyes widen, the camera and photo falling onto the ground, his eyes widen in surprise. You grab the knife from his hand as you stab his chest and face, his hands falling to the side as your vision shows black dots.
You fall down next to him as you look up at the sky, your chest hurts and your head hurts, it's getting harder for you to breath. Your eyes close.... Atleast you got your revenge on him, you let the blackness take over you.
#cutieshonie#cutiesgawr#yandere x reader#tw.yandere#tw.murder#tw.blood#smut#yandere smut#yandere oc x reader#written by lesbian... hehe ^^#yandere male x reader#gender neutral reader#yandere x reader smut#yandere male oc x reader#yandere bf x reader#yandere boyfriend x reader#yandere original character#yandere male oc smut#cutieshonie writing#yandere bf#yandere ex bf#yandere ex bf x reader#yandere ex boyfriend x reader#yandere!photographer#yandere photographer x reader#yandere photographer#yandere photographer smut
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How about lookism boys shopping with his girl. Must include Gun and Eugene!
Hey anon, I've done a shopping headcanons here for Johan, Gun, Jake, Goo! But 2 lil scenes with Gun and Eugene :)
Shopping with your boyfriend: Gun Park, Eugene
Gun Park x Reader
Gun sometimes worries about his own sanity. Especially where you're concerned.
5 minutes with Goo can leave Gun murderous, 10 minutes with Kouji has him considering strangling the little purple-headed idiot, 15 minutes with Crystal often leads to thinking about resignation.
Yet with you-
It's been 5 hours. 5 whole hours. 300 minutes. 18,000 seconds. All this time spent traipsing around store after store as you flitter around clothing and gadgets and junk.
And he still wants more of you.
Gun carries your bags with endless patience. Smiles as your face lights up when something catches you eyes. Offers up his credit card without complaint. Files away other things you like but not love, intent on purchasing it all for you anyway.
He worries about how he really is wrapped around your finger, but when you grab his hand and drag him to yet another store, he can't find it in himself to care.
Eugene x Reader
Eugene taps away furiously on his phone.
Seriously, it's one afternoon. How can everyone not deal without his instructions for one goddamn afternoon. And great, the 5G wavers. So much for the fastest and best connection in the world.
His hand comes up to readjust his glasses, a telltale habit whenever he feels stressed.
No, no. Enough is enough. He had promised you time, his most precious resource. Time completely focused on you.
When you had shown him some pretty outfits, or a cute plushie that reminded you of him, and realised his attention was once again on work, your smile gradually faded away.
Your jaw clenched tighter with each shop you visited, mood grown surlier the longer Eugene click-clacked away, the frown deepening with each email sent.
With steeled resolve, Eugene turns his phone off.
Everyone can just cope without him for the rest of the day.
#lookism#lookism x reader#lookism headcanons#lookism hc#lookism fic#lookism webtoon#lookism manhwa#gun park#gun park x reader#park jonggun x reader#park jonggun#lookism eugene#eugene x reader#wannaeatramyeon
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So, do you remember the softie s/o you made with the 2012 raph? I was wondering if you could write something where like raph gets hurt and softie mode gets turned off and all the brothers watch as she absolutely WRECKS whoever hurt him
OHMIGOSH YES
NOT SO FRAGILE
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Summary: Karai gets her shit rocked by one very angry reader.
Warnings: Mild violence, tiny swear words-
Requested: @etherealyblue
No memtioned pronouns!
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Ah, date night.
A time where you and Raph could wind down, and spend some time alone together.
Well, at least it was supposed to be.
The foot clan just couldn't leave well enough alone, could they? They just had to go and ruin date night by trying to murder your boyfriend and take you hostage.
You were perfectly content staying on the sidelines and waiting for back-up to arrive while Raph held his own. And that's what you would have done.
Had Karai not sent your precious Raphie through a freakin' wall. Oh no, that was not going to slide.
As Raph struggled to get up and back into the fight, you picked up a steel pipe from the ground.
The others had arrived by now, and were dealing with the foot bots, but before anyone could deal with Karai, you charged her.
"HEY!" you shouted, pipe raised as she turned away from Raph to see you charging her, "Eyes on me bitch!"
You swung the pipe, Karai quickly bringing up her blade to protect her face. You kicked her in the knee, causing her to fall forward with you striking her on the back of her head as she fell, effectivly knocking her unconcious.
You dropped the pipe the second Karai hit the ground, hands coming up to cover your mouth, "Oh my god, I'm as crazy as my mother!" you said, (If you get this refrence, I love you)
You felt Raph put a hand on your shoulder, and looked over to see a proud smirk on his face, "Nice arm, babe." he said, and you scowled.
"You shush. Donnie, do mind giving him a check up? Seeing as to how he went through a wall."
Donnie nodded, walking over to check over his brother, Raph groaned, "I'm fine. You guys can go home, and we can finish date night."
All it took was one scolding look from you to silence the red clad terrapin.
One scolding look that was laced with concern and love.
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Sorry for the long wait on requests, writers block has hit me like a ton of bricks-
#tmnt#tmnt x reader#x reader#raphael x reader#tmnt 2k12#tmnt 2012 raph#tmnt 2012 raph x reader#Normie writes
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Gojo x reader who’s a special grade (stronger than him possibly) and really beautiful that has people from other clans wanting her hand in marriage 🤭 but he’s possessive over her and wants her only for himself
Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader
Tags: Fluff, jealousy, gojo is slightly toxic, fem reader is implied to be shorter than him, suggestive at the end
Synopsis: loser possessive bitch can't handle his gfs fame
A/N: honestly, I can't lie. Possessive gojo is sexy
Your fame was no less than Satoru rather it was greater than his. He loves you, he truly does from the bottom of his heart but what he doesn't is the people who gawk at you, shamelessly and your strength making you famous all across the globe, along with your near perfect personality with a strong sense of responsibility draws people to you like moths to a flame.
Satoru found jealous people ridiculous until he fell in love with you and all his previous rationality was thrown out of the window.
The same rationality and sense of fear was gone when people came across you.
His hand is firm on your back, holding you close to him, any closer and you'd probably stumble. If death glares actually worked, Satoru would've committed mass murder. But obviously when it comes to you they don't work, at all. As there was a man making long strides to catch up with you.
"Hey" he waved to you, ignoring Satoru, as he pushed his phone into your hands "may i get you phone number, please"
"I already have a boyfriend so no" you cautioned the guy wrapping your arms around Satoru. Though it seemed like a romantic gesture, in reality you were trying to hold back one of the strongest sorcerers down, physically.
"Yeah, it seems like your eyes aren't working properly" Satoru did his best to remove a hand from your grip to take the phone from your hand to return it to him before breaking it in two in the process "see, people cant give you their number on a broken phone. You must have brain damage if you cant even realize that" Satoru mocked, his tone threatening as his eyebrow twitched trying both- refrain himself from doing something irreversible and free himself from your grip.
You drag Satoru away, wrapping yourself around his arm, lovingly trying to soothe his angry little brain. "Satoru~ don't be so angry, you know that I love only you, right? Try to find humour in such situations"
"Maybe you should get a tattoo of me, so that everyone knows you're mine." he retorts earning a scoff from you as you untangle yourself from him "haha you're quite humorous Satoru"
The situation only worsens when you reach your room in the clan manor. Everyone in the clan manor could sense the spike in Saroru's cursed energy when he sees your room being filled with marriage proposals in the form of extravagant gifts- jewels and all your favourite items from innumerable clans.
"god, y/n, you are going to be the death of me." he breathes as he swiftly picks you before throwing you on your bed and discarding his shirt. "Maybe I should just send every one of them a photo of you losing yourself to the pleasure I give you." he suggests with his honey toned voice laced with pure lust, hovering over you as he marked the place above your adam's apple, a place you cannot hide.
"I wouldn't dare do that since no one but me deserves to witness such a sinful sight of my precious goddess" he spoke in a sultry voice while looking at you through his eyelashes, making you wrap your legs around his waist.
THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING ABOUT A POSSESSIVE PERSON 🥹
yet i wrote this while losing my mind thanks to my mehendi drying AND LORD THAT SHIT IS ITCHING ME SO BADDDDD
[REQUESTS ARE OPEN]
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#One day i will write smut but that day is not today#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x you#gojo imagine#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x y/n#satoru x reader#gojo x you#gojou satoru x reader#gojo fluff#jjk x reader#gojo satoru#gojo fanfic#gojo headcanons#satoru gojo x reader#jjk x you#jjk x y/n
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Beware The Thorns | Part 1
(a NSFW multi-part ficlet)
“Who was that Eds?”
“Mind your business, shithead” Eddie pocketed his phone, he recognised the number the moment it flashed up on his work phone, a device he always had on him regardless of where he was, he could be at a FUNERAL, and he’d have that phone on him.
In this instance however, it was merely a family dinner. Well… family and the Henderson’s, so yeah. Family. He’d excused himself upstairs and answered as soon as he was out of earshot.
Evidently, he’d been followed.
“I heard you say you loved them… are you seeing someone?” Eddie tried really hard to not be insulted by his tone, a weird mixture of disturbed amazement, with just a dash of disbelief for flavour. Was it that much of a stretch to see him dating someone?
Was it that unbelievable to the person he’d practically grown up with, that he could find someone who’d like him?
Maybe it was. Didn’t mean he had to like it; his job had kept him away from actually… dating anyone.
“Maybe I am, again, mind your damn business.” Of course they didn’t know what he was, what he did to earn his money, he’d spun some lie years ago about an online business because ‘rockstar’ had to… actually have evidence, he had an actual legitimate website to keep the lie going, nothing ever really went through it, but… it worked to keep the questions at bay.
Nobody asked, and he didn’t tell, he was a grown ass adult, he didn’t NEED to tell anyone.
Dustin sighed, shoulders slumping in defeat, good… he’d have never gotten anything out of him anyway “fine, fine don’t tell me… don’t tell meee, your only brother.”
“We’re not even relat—”
“The best man at your future wedding.”
“Since when was I getting marri—”
“The Wan Kenobi to your Obi.”
“What the—”
“I am happy for you though, the both of you! I hope you’ll bring him home someday, I’m sure we’d all like to meet him” Eddie’s eyes widened… he’d never… fuck … he’d never said anyth— “What, you think you’re all crafty? C’mon Eddie, you can’t even sit normally.”
“The fuck has that got to do with anything?!”
“Y’know… gay people… they can’t sit properly… in chairs…? Is that wrong?” at least that proved that Dustin could be uncertain about some things.
“You’ve been on that stupid app again, haven’t you?” He had the decency to look guilty at the very least. “The fuck have I told you?”
“It’s dumb and addictive and I should stop, BUT IT’S HELPING ME LEARN!”
“It’s filling your head with bullshit! Fine, I’m gay, what the fuck ever. Go back downstairs for the love of all that is holy, and just give me a minute to process that you’ve been theorising my sexuality based on how I sit, and don’t you DARE tell anyone.”
“Oh, c’mon Eddie! You’re old enough to come out now, you have your own place, your own business! Plus, we all love you, no judgement here, this is a judgy free zone.”
“I will rip out your larynx and shove it up your ass if you even THINK of telling them.”
“But… how will you know if i’m thi—okay I won’t say anything, i wouldn't say anything. Not my place.” Eddie had levelled him with a look, a single, rage squint look, a look which promised imminent pain if he did not take his nosy ass and remove it from his presence, and he’d accepted that look for what it was. A promise.
Not just a threat.
“I’m gonna have to go early, my… my boyfriend, will be home tonight, the ridiculous idiot never has food in so I’m gonna go sort that out.”
“You’re buying his food for him? Eddie… that’s… he’s not just using you for money is he cause that’s really bad.”
“No dumbass, he’ll give it me back.”
“Right away?”
“YES, right away.”
“Not just promises he doesn’t intend to keep?”
“Dustin, I will brutally murder each and every one of your characters in graphic detail within five minutes of every campaign for the next year if you do not—”
“Okay!” Hands up in surrender, Dustin took a step backwards, a threat to his precious characters was no laughing matter, even if Eddie would struggle to make that kind of threat happen, the risk was there! He still had to ask “is… is he good though?” Of course, Eddie could threaten all he liked.
Dustin was his little brother, or as good as! It was his job to be insufferable.
The question however, made him think, he could pick any of them, any one of his clients to mould this imaginary boyfriend from, maybe mix and match, bring him to life from attributes of all of them, that’d be fine right? Nobody but Dustin really knew he was dating so… he wouldn’t be introducing them to him.
Perfectly coiffed brown hair… a warm smile… big, strong hands, a constellation of pretty moles dotted in places Eddie knew far too well. There was no amalgamation of faces, no mixture of personalities to make the perfect one, just a soft smile, warm hands, broad shoulders, muscle, and perfectly soft, thick brown hair… his favourite.
“Yeah… he’s… he’s great, Dustin… you’d like him” big strong softie he was, and it was so easy falling into the role of his boyfriend too, he’d been paying for that package for what felt like forever, he felt like he knew the man inside and out, like the back of his own hand.
He was the only one to have paid for that package continuously for over more than a few months, even Hagan only paid for it every now and then, never continuously. He thought Steve would have gotten tired of him by now but… It’d been two years.
Some people expected MARRIAGE after two years in a relationship.
Steve Harrington seemed to want him more and more by the day and the surprising thing, was that the thought didn’t invoke the same level of panic that he were SURE it would if anyone else were to have those wants, those needs of him.
He felt… comfortable with Steve, safe with him. Like he could show hints of himself, the real himself without the fear of losing him, of putting him off.
“You look so dopey smiling like that, y’know? You must really like him, huh?” He’d been smiling? Fuck… “Well… anyone who can make you smile like that just thinking about him is alright by me, I’ll cover for you, you can go sort his food out if you want.”
This was fine… totally completely fine. Would be better if Dustin could actually keep his mouth shut but alas. Dustin had a history of foot in mouthisms that'd gotten them into trouble after trouble after trouble years on the trot.
Eddie probably shouldn't have continued to tell him stuff, but that was his little brother so. He had to.
“Uh… yeah… yeah I like him. Thanks, I’ll… grab my coat, just tell em I feel sick or somethin so I’m goin home” he didn’t say goodbye, Dustin probably did that for him, just grabbed his coat and snuck out like he used to do as a teenager when he simply couldn’t be bothered dealing with his fathers drunk ranting about queers being put in cages.
He did have to come to one very unfortunate conclusion after that conversation though. After seeing Steve instead of a mishmash of faces, after being unable to put a random face to the title and spin it as truth.
Feelings were there. Real feelings. The mushy shit. The wants for more that he couldn’t have. The Pretty Woman syndrome without the corny and frankly rushed happy ending.
It couldn’t continue anymore, what he had with Steve had to end. Feelings… real feelings… he couldn’t have real feelings for his clients. It put his whole career on the line, his way of life gone in an instant all because his heart had to go all gooey for someone who probably didn’t even give a real fuck about him.
This was fine.
After the evening was done… he’d end it, terminate their contract. It was for the best. Steve deserved better than him anyway.
Part 3
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Stitches
So precious loving the thrill
Ethan fucking you dressed as ghostface
And being extremely aggressive.
Warnings: non con/not really non con?
Smut /pnv/oral/Dom Ethan/ aggressive sex.
It was a Friday night and the whole campus was shaken up by the murder that had happened on campus and the attack that took place at the bodega. You and Ethan’s friends were all at Sam’s apartment but you guys had plans of your own. You guys were planning for 2 weeks. It was definitely insensitive of you guys and you debated on telling him you were uncomfortable but Ethan said it would turn him on so much more considering the circumstances right now but you decided to let him have his fun as long as he didn’t tell anyone which you knew he wouldn’t. You knew the routine , put on an outfit that you’d be okay with being cut off. You put on a black dress since his favorite color on you was black.
You also left your door unlocked since he also liked surprising you.
You were sitting at your desk doing homework for class when you suddenly heard your door lock but you acted like you didn't hear it. All the sudden you felt a hand with a glove on your right breast.
“Who’s there……..” you said in a shaky tone.
"Oh you know who i am y/n or you're about to find out” he said turning your chair around.
" Oh that’s a sexy little dress you got on there "y/n…..are you gonna take it off for me and be a good little slut or am i gonna have to do it myself”.
“I can’t I have a boyfriend. I can��t let another man see me like that.” you said while blushing.
“I guess I’m gonna have to cut off that little slutty dress off of you.”
He started tracing his fingers to your neck and then cut the straps off of your dress revealing your naked body causing you to let out a soft gasp from how the knife felt on your skin.
“No panties or bra? God you’re more of a slut than i thought you were” he said opening the shades in your room.
“Why did you open the shades?!?!” you said in a loud and confused tone.
“Because if your boyfriend passes by I want him to see me fucking you so hard and rough that you start screaming and so he sees you choking on my fat cock he needs to know his girlfriend is a dirty little slut.”
“Now…. be a good girl it's time for you to get on your knees.”
you got on your knees lowkey anticipating how rough he’s gonna be with you , it always turned you on how rough he’d fuck you and how you wondered what he'd say to you. He became more aggressive each time he did this so you definitely were anticipating how he'd act. He took his robe off revealing his girthy long cock. "I don't know how I'm gonna take all of that." you said in a concerned voice.
"Well you better prepare yourself because your going to." He said while his cock started twitching.
You could see how excited he was just by watching his cock continuing to twitch.
You then gave in and started sucking on his tip. He immediately started to thrust himself deeper into your mouth making you gag a bit. But you couldn't lie it was making you so wet how he was acting. He then started to pick up the pace and start going faster to the point of face fucking while he was griping your hair
"You like your pretty little face fucked huh?" He said while lightly smacking your cheek.
He knew you liked being slapped but he didn't like it because he felt bad looking at you get slapped in the face but he did it because of how much you liked it and because of how disconnected from himself he was.
"Slap me harder I want you to leave a bruise please" you moaned out. he paused for a second and then pushed your head down onto him and then slapped your face to the point that you started gagging loudly. He started to push your head up and down by your hair so rough to the point that you thought he was gonna pull your hair out. You could barely breathe and it didn't help that his cock was twitching in your mouth making you feel like he was getting bigger. You started to twirl your tongue around his twitching cock making him groan out loud.
"Are you ready for me to cum in that pretty throat of yours?" He said breathing heavily feeling sweat drip down all over his body.
"Yes please cum down my throat I want you to cum in all of my holes please." with that confirmation he pushed your head all the way down causing him to cum down your throat making you taste every drop while he continued to twitch in your mouth letting out moans that you tend to hear a lot when it comes to guys having sex but the mask just makes it so much sexier. He then pulled out and took a deep breath.
He aggressively pushed you onto the bed causing you to hit your head on the headboard.
"My boyfriend won't let you get away with this!" You screamed at him.
"What's he gonna do? Beat me up with his textbook?" He chuckled out.
Pinning you down while his cock was still out. You felt your walls starting to clench while you felt your self start to drip , you were nervous because Ethan didn't use lube when he was dressed up as ghostface, he loved hearing you moan out in pain while you took his long and girthy cock , it made him feel powerful that he was able to stretch you out like that,feeling your walls so tight and gripped onto him. You enjoyed feeling how big he was and the pain of it so you didn't mind and knowing how much he was enjoying himself made it worth it.
You were caught off guard when he smacked your pussy , causing you to let out a moan.
"Mmm fuck , please don't hurt me I'm really tight" you whined out.
"Oh I'm gonna split you into two , when I'm done with you , you won't be able to walk tomorrow. Your little boyfriend won't be able to look at you same way when I'm done with you. Now, open your legs or I'll do it for you." He said in an aggressive tone.
You opened your legs feeling the wetness in-between your thighs spread out. "God you're so wet for me , how would your boyfriend feel seeing you wet like this for me" he said while gripping your hips."
"He wouldn't be happy , when he finds out about this y/n."
he's gonna beat your fucking ass you freak!" You screamed at him while shaking.
He then gripped your neck causing you to gasp.
"If you keep talking to me like that I'm gonna just have to fuck you harder" he said while stroking his twitching cock that was leaking little trails of precum.
"But what if I want you to." You said with a slight smirk.
"God your such a fucking slut , what would your boyfriend do if he heard you say that?" He mumbled out while trailing his hands down your body.
"I think he'd fuck the shit out of me and show me who's pussy this belongs to." You said as you reached down to his twitching cock and started to rub your finger on his precum covered tip.
He pinned your hands above your head. "Well tonight it belongs to me."
He said positioning himself and started to push his girthy cock in your tight hole causing you to moan out while your eyes started watering. Giving you no time to adjust he slammed himself into you causing you to let out a loud scream. "Mmm oh my God fuck you're so big." You whined out while rubbing your clit to help with the pain of his above average size.
"And Yo-You're s-so tight" he said mumbling his words. You started to feel his cock twitch already that caused you to let out a chuckle.
"What's so fucking funny?" He shouted at you while gripping onto your neck.
"Nothing." you giggled. "It's just you've been in me for less than a minute and you're already twitching , what are you ? A two pump chump." You continued to giggle.
He slapped you across the face and then spat in your face.
"You stupid whore , I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you." He shouted at you.
He went up to the window and then opened it causing your nipples to get harder as you felt the fall wind sending shivers down your spine.
"What was that for?" You asked him in a genuine confused tone.
"I want everyone to hear you scream , it's your punishment for being a stupid fucking whore."
He shouted at you while pulling his cock out and then slamming it into you.
"FUCK YOU ASSHOLE" You moaned out at him.
All you could think to yourself was that you were definitely gonna have a bruised cervix after this but it turned you on knowing he was genuinely getting mad at you so you decided to continue spewing insults.
"God you fuck like a teenage boy , is that all you got?" You cackled.
"My boyfriend lost his virginity like 2 months ago and he fucks better than you," you said in a condescending tone.
Ethan started gripping your hip tightly causing you to scrunch up your face from how tight the grip was. He then slammed into you again and started picking up the pass letting out deep breaths and groans with every stroke. Moans started to escape your mouth
"mmm fuck god your cock feels so good in my tight little pussy." You whined out.
"Fuck you're such a little dirty slut I'm gonna take a picture of my cock in you so I can show your boyfriend how you look getting fucked by someone else" He said grabbing his phone to take a picture.
"Mmmm your boyfriend is gonna love this, seeing his precious girlfriend with another guys cock in her pussy." He had a smirk underneath his mask when saying that.
"Be a good little slut and get on all fours for me." He said putting his hands through your hair causing you to clench on him.
"Yes sir." You said as he pulled out of you.
You slowly got on all fours legs shaking from being pounded so roughly.
Ethan pulled his mask up for a second so he could leave a kiss on your clit. Causing you to blush. He usually didn't do sweet things like that while he had the mask on so you couldn't stop smiling.
"Are you ready slut?" He asked while stroking his cock.
"Yes sir I ask a request though" you asked in a shy tone.
"Mmm what do you want slut?" He asked while slapping your ass.
You yelped but continued to talk. "Can you cum in my pussy , please I wanna feel your warm cum in my pussy , please I'm begging you." You whined and beg.
"Mmm well…you have been a good little slut…..I guess I'll give you the honor of me emptying my seed deep inside you.." he said while smirking under his mask.
He pushed his tip into you while gripping your hips. You both let out moans , both of you were sensitive clenching and twitched messes. The whole situation was just so exciting.
You tried not to clench on him but it was hard not to since he felt so good especially since he started to pound you at a fast pace , you could hear the sounds of your flesh clapping against each other. You just wanted him to cum in you but he kept edging himself which was a form of him tormenting you.
"Mmm when are you gonna cum in me." You whined out.
"I will soon , I'm just having my fun." He mumbled while pulling out and slapping your ass with his dick.
"Please put it back in ba-" you screamed feeling teeth digging into your ass and then a hard slap on that same butt cheek.
"Mmm now you won't forget this night for awhile" he chuckled out.
He then slammed himself back into you continuing to pound into you while you let out pornographic noises , screaming and moaning so loud that there's no way no one in the dorm hall couldn't hear you guys.
His thrust started to get sloppy so you decided to clench on him so he could finish already.
"Fuck don't do-dont do that y/n" you could hear his voice peak more through the voice changing device in his mask.
You started clenching and unclenching on him "mmmmm fuck it feels so good" you moaned out feeling him start to twitch more.
He then started to pound into you more letting out loud moans and groans you felt yourself start to clench more and could feel yourself getting ready to orgasm , you let out a loud moan as you finished.
He continued thrusting and said "You want me to cum in you? Huh?"
You moaned out "Yes please cum in me , I'm begging you".
With that confirmation he let out a loud moan while gripping your hips and pushing himself deep inside of you.
You collapsed onto the bed with him still inside you trying to catch his breath.
He then pulled out and took his mask off ,wiping the sweat off his forehead.
"God that was amazing…" He said while slowly pulling out of you.
"You were such a good slut for me tonight.." he said while he trailed his fingertips on your hips.
"Thanks honey pie , you were amazing tonight. Possibly the best sex I ever had." You said with a smile and planted a small kiss on his sweaty cheek.
"Wait am I not the best sex you've had in general, is there anything I can do better?" He said freaked out and trembling.
"No doofus , you're the only man who's made me cum." You said with a giggle .
He let out a sigh of relief. "Thank God you scared me , I thought I fucked like a virgin for a second."
"No you fuck like a man" you said leaving a kiss on his lips.
"And you fucked like….uh….uh…like a porn star!" He said awkwardly.
"Aww thanks babe" you smiled and kissed him on the cheek.
#ethan landry#smut#jack champion#scream 6#y/n#scream#ethan landry x reader#reader x ethan landry#ghostface#Spotify
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Gone
Yandere! Cody R. x Black! Fem! Reader
Author’s Note: Now this is total different from my usual content I post. If you do not like this type of stuff which is obsession and murder, Please do not read.
Warning: Once again Minors DNI / 18+ Only, Murder, Unhealthy Obsessions, blood, weapons, psychological horror themes, mentions of cheating, mentions of sexual behavior
You have been warned.
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“I don’t get why would he just leave…”
Y/N sighed after her sobbing for about a hour, she sat on her bed looking at the note looking over it once more. Seeing the writing was rushed and messy, like he was in a rush. Her ex now MIA left her note and she’s been worried since the sun was up for the morning time. She was so confused in top of that because he was find the other day, he bought her flowers, they went out and watched some movies. They were having a nice time for once besides just arguing and spending the night in separate rooms. But the next morning hit and she was hoping to see him next to her but instead she sees a single note. “Everything was fine…” her mind was clouded, she couldn’t think at all. Just more tears started to fall somehow she felt like it was her fault. She was probably asking too much of him to where he just leaves from being overwhelmed in their relationship. She heard her phone go off and glanced to the side seeing that it was her friend Cody, he was a mostly a busy man, but he always knew when to call. She smiled some and picked up the phone, cleaning her face some. “Hey Cody.”
Cody smiled as he heard her angelic voice, “Hey Pumpkin, you doing good today? You usually text me after I get off work to see how our days were.” She smiled at the sound of her second support, Cody has always been a good friend to her. He listens to her venting and gives the best advice. “I know, I’m sorry I didn’t it’s just…he’s gone. All he left was a note. Saying that “You’ll find better” and more stupid shit.” She sniffled and wiped her tears away with a tissue. Cody sighed hating to hear her cry, that’s the last thing he wants. “Did you try his cell?” He asked as he smiled going on another phone, holding it with black gloves and scrolling down messages. “I have and he left me on read. I don’t get what’s going on. Did I do something wrong Cody?” “No no angel, your perfect. He doesn’t know it and I don’t think he’s ever gonna know it.” He smirked. The phone he soon turned off making sure the tracker was off and all. “Give me one second please Y/N.” He put the phone on mute and smashed the phone to pieces on the ground. Turning her back of mute he brought his composer back. “But yea you didn’t do anything. I don’t know why he just up and left you both were having such a good time yesterday.” She agreed fully. As she continued to vent and figure out what’s going on, Cody just simply put her on speaker and walked over to an open space in his garage. He stopped in front of a man, a man that was tied up and drugged in a chair. He just smiled and muted himself again while she continued to vent and cry. “She deserves better ya know? And you can’t give her that. I saw you trying thou.” His gaze darkened. “That was precious. Trying to keep her from me, I’ve been nothing but a great friend to her. But you wanted to be in my way. “Baby I don’t know he gives me weird vibes.”” He mocked as he remembered the times hearing him speak ill of Cody.
He unmuted himself, “Hey Y/N, have you heard from him at all?” He sounded so concerned, it made Y/N worry. “No I haven’t, he even turned off his location.” She sighed as she went to the Ifind app and it was still buffering on his whereabouts. “How about I come over and if we have to I’ll go to the police station with you as well if nothing comes up in a day or two. He can’t just stop all connections with you.” The boyfriend looked at Cody with somewhat pleading eyes, Cody just smiling at him happy he’s finally able to get his chance. “Thank you Cody, I’ll let you know if something comes up.” “Ok sweetheart, talk later. I hate it when you’re upset, hopefully he has a very reasonable explanation for this.” As Cody said those last words he held up a gun. Examining it and the boyfriend’s eyes widened and wanted to scream. The drug isn’t letting him. Cody hung up and kissed the gun looking at the dude. “You know, her favorite color is Green. Did you know that?” The boyfriend shook his head fast trying to defend himself but soon was pistol whipped. “NO YOU DIDN’T YOU FUCKING IDIOT. YOU THOUGHT IT WAS PINK.” Cody screamed in his face in anger, turning absolute red. “You are a waste to her and she still cares. I want that, I want her to care about me like she does for a parasite like you.” He calmed himself, slowly putting the barrel to the boyfriend’s neck looking in his eyes with a darkened deadly glare. “You are nothing more than dirt to the woman. I’ve seen what you are to her. She took care of you and you do nothing for her. She begs for you to go out, but you’re too busy. Doing what exactly?” He scratched his head with the gun and looked in the corner. “Oh wait. Were you doing her?” He pointed the gun to the dark corner. The boyfriend fixed his eyes while he could and stared in fear.
A body.
It couldn’t be who he thinks it was. “When I met her she was easy, I can see why you fuck her. She melted in my hands. She was vile.” He had a disgusted look on his face. “I had to shower and get tested after giving her a good time and cleaning the blood out.” He hissed. “I have to make sure I didn’t contract anything, condom or not. I wanna stay clean for my princess.” He smiled and got up walking over to the spot turning on a single light, showing the rotting body. The boyfriend started to shed tears, seeing that he might not make it. Cody smiled walking back over to the boyfriend and looking at his tears fall. “Weak. You were never for her.” He put the gun down and started to walk up the stairs going back to his home. He closed the door and got the key locking it shut. He checked himself in a near by mirror and saw some blood splatter on his shirt. “Hmm we can’t have that.” He went to go wash and freshen up for Y/N, planning to comfort her. Just the thought of being in her presence made him warm inside, all he ever thinks about is her. And he needs her, if he doesn’t get her no one will. But Cody doesn’t think it could ever get that far. He knows she’s just blinded by stupidity and she’s gonna fall for him. “I love you so much baby.” He sighed in the shower, where he had a cover for his phone to watch cameras. He was watching Y/N on the bed looking at her phone, crying and clearly in distress. “I’ll be there soon baby.” He started to hurry up and finished his shower. He got ready and grabbed his keys walking out greeting his dogs, he went to the car after and rode off to her home. Ready to be of service for her.
The boyfriend in the garage sat in the chair wiggling trying to find a way out. He kept looking back at the body with flies, tears falling in fear. This man was dangerous and he was gonna be with Y/N. He had to stop it. He moved the chair some and hear a contraption go off. He looked around but was too late feeling his knee go in. He screamed to the top of his lungs but no one can hear him. Cody set up a trap and it was highly sensitive. He sat there defeated. Crying and pleading god, wishing he would have treated Y/N a bit better than before. “I’m sorry Y/N…” it echoed in his head as he passed out from the shock.
He’s gonna have her one way or another.
#wwe imagine#wwe one shot#wwe smackdown#wwe raw#cody rhodes x reader#wwe cody rhodes#yandere#cody rhodes fanfiction
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[Spicy] Calling the Shots (F!Reader/Tomura Shigaraki)
Summary: Too much screen time isn't good for you, so you decide to take matters into your own hands when Shigaraki is spending all day playing video games. You know just how to treat him right.
Rated: For Fuck's Sake Do Not Read This In Public You Heathen, Don’t Show Your Mom, Don’t Show Your Dad – Repent Afterwards, Amen! (Mature)
Contains: Mommy Kink, Unprotected Sex, Praise, Denial Play, Body Worship Themes, Submissive Shigaraki
MINORS DNI 🔪
Ao3: [HERE]
“Tomura –”
At the sound of your voice, Shigaraki looked up from his game to find you sprawled across his bedsheets. You sounded stern when you spoke and he realized you were scolding him for being glued to the screen again.
“Yes, (Y/n)?” If it were anyone else, he would have told them to fuck off. But not you – not his beautiful, beloved darling girl.
Your hands traveled down your body, making a show of groping your curves for him before settling on your breasts – an open invitation. “Come here, baby –” you purr, half-lidded eyes gleaming with desire. Tomura’s throat ran dry as you spread your legs. He couldn’t look away – not even the siren call of his character getting brutally murdered in-game was enough to tear his eyes away from you. Game Over. You patted the edge of the bed. “Sit right here for me, baby boy –” and he didn’t hesitate, dumping his game on the floor unceremoniously to heed your request.
The way he scrambled to please you had your heart racing. Tomura was such a precious thing – especially when he shivered beneath your touch like this. Your fingers scratched their way up the side of his neck, moving to tangle with his pretty white locks. He groaned – eyes closing as you tugged at the strands. “(Y/n)...” he begged – oh, what a lovely sound.
“Are you gonna be good for me, Tomura?” you asked, slinging your leg across his lap to straddle him beneath you. Your lips pressed against his neck – he swallowed, hard. There was nothing quite like making the big, bad Tomura Shigaraki squirm. He sputtered something incoherent and you tugged at his hair again. “Well? Use your words. If you don’t want it, I can–”
His reaction was immediate: “No! Don’t go. I’ll be good – I’ll be good!” Desperate, crimson eyes stared back at you – saturated with longing and desire. The sight brought a smirk to your lips. “Please…I wanna feel good.”
How could you refuse?
A quick shove had him falling back onto the bed – Shigaraki watched with bated breath as you crawled on top of him. Something about your eyes – the intensity and fire of them – had him feeling weak in the knees. No one else could ever treat him like this. No one would ever earn his submission like this. Only you. Whenever you got like this, he felt like he was losing his mind. One moment you were the sweet girl he’d claimed as his own, the next you had him begging and crying for the most filthy things. The thought alone was enough to make his cock rock hard.
You made quick work of his clothes, discarding them on the floor, then worked on your own. Tomura liked the lingerie you wore, so you kept your bra and stockings on – just for him. Sure enough – his lust-blown eyes honed in on your chest as soon as you took your shirt off. The way he licked his lips caught your attention. Fuck. His lovestruck admiration was making your body tingle. The man certainly knew how to make a girl feel special – Tomura was practically drooling at the sight of you. You wouldn’t deny it was one hell of a confidence boost.
The tips of your fingers brushed over his cock, barely ghosting the skin with their touch. Tomura whined, bucking his hips to chase the friction in vain. You laughed. “Easy now – there’s no rush.” Oh but there was. Your lovely boyfriend was a desperate little man and you knew it. The moment you had presented yourself, Tomura was already overcome with need. Touch was a big thing for him, after all. He had developed a habit of chasing intimacy at every opportunity and you had taken it upon yourself to teach him patience.
Some things ought to be savored.
You pumped his cock – marveling at the sweet sounds Tomura was making. He kept one of his knuckles pressed between his teeth but it did nothing to muffle his moans. “You’re so loud,” you teased. “I love it. Go on, baby – let it out.” The smooth motion of your hand on his cock and your words of encouragement made him break his inhibitions. Gasps, groans and curses poured from his lips as he thrashed on the bed, bucking his hips into your palm. Every flick of your wrist had his inching closer to release. His cock throbbed at your touch and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride at how easily you made him feel so good. Just as he was about to cum, you withdrew – holding your hands up.
“Fuck, no –” Tomura groaned out – giving you the nastiest, most desperate glare he could muster in his current state. It gave you immense satisfaction to see him reduced to a whining mess like this. “Please – let me finish,” he pleaded, struggling to catch his breath as you ran a single finger around the base of his shaft. “Please, please, please –” Wait for it… “Please, mommy, please –”
There it was.
“Good boy, Tomura –” you praised, leaning down to lick a single, teasing strip up the side of his cock. He groaned sweetly – tossing his head back in pure bliss as you mounted his lap. “You want me to ride you, sweet boy?” You grinded your hips against him, slicking up his cock with your own juices. If he had a response ready, it died in his throat as a loud moan took its place.
Eventually, Tomura managed to respond. “Yes, mommy, please –”
Holy shit. You didn’t think you’d be into this so much, but hearing his broken voice beg for you to fuck him was driving you crazy. He looked so hot, biting at his bottom lip to fight the urge to moan. Hair all messed up and pupils blown wide with lust. You sank down on his cock, keeping your eyes glued to his face. His expression changed – flooding with relief as you rocked your hips. You could feel him twitching inside of you, eager for release. His hands felt lonely though. Touching you was risky, but you had a system in place for that too. As soon as you got a rhythm going, you leaned forward and pinned his hands to the mattress. He kept his palms open but allowed you to grab onto them. There was something so intimate about the gesture that had him addicted to it. Tomura could only stare up at you as you rode his cock, drinking in the sight of you. Such a beautiful and amazing creature. Unafraid of his love. He watched your body move against his – noting every curve and dip of your silhouette. The lace of your bra against your skin was so tempting – so gorgeous. The fact that you kept it on for him made his heart race.
You had delayed his release – but it was still fast approaching. Your tightening cunt had him seeing stars and when you kissed his lips it was all over. You swallowed his cry of pleasure – feeling him shake and shudder as he emptied himself within you. Every buck of your hips was accompanied by a spurt of his seed, allowing you to ride out your own orgasm. In the end, you’d made quite a mess of his sheets, but it had been worth it. Ragged breathing filled the silence. Both yours and his. Your fingers brushed across Tomura’s palms as he came down from his high – you rolled off him, taking your place by his side. He cuddled closer and you wrapped your arms around him.
“Bath time,” you announced. Aftercare was important too – and you both smelled like sweat.
“Just a minute –” he said. “Let me enjoy this just a little longer.”
Alright. You could agree to that – “Cuddles and then bath.”
“Deal.”
A/N: I...I don't know what to say for myself honestly. Give me a submissive man and I lose it. I know this probably isn't everyone's cup of tea, but as a notorious switch I crave control over men.
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#shigaraki x you#shigaraki x reader#shigaraki x y/n#shigaraki smut#tomura smut#tomura shigaraki#ShadesScribbles
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ROUND 5 MATCH 13: SCAR VS. SOUNDWAVE
Goodtimeswithscar from Third Life faces Soundwave from Transformers. Who do you like more?
Scar Propaganda:
"Swindling everyone is always great"
"The best time ever. Scitties. Jellie the cat. Mr Rizz himself. Ect."
"PLEASE THIRD LIFE SCAR IS JUST A LITTLE GUY JUST A LITTLE GUY WHO WANTS TO KEEP HIS SHIRT OFF AND CAUSE DEATH AND DESTRUCTION WITH HIS UNHINGED BESTIE AND HE LOVES WITH ALL HIS HEART HIS LLAMA NAMED PIZZA"
“scar is the server con man. he’s absolutely delightful. he’s got max charisma so he WILL sell you anything and everything. it will be useless but you will buy it anyway, sometime later this week he will also murder you. he tries to run a monopoly on sand whilst living in a giant desert. he sells “reputation points” to people under the promise that he won’t murder them if their scores are high enough (he’s lying), he will burn your precious tree down. he will turn and look to you with the sweetest voice and the most precious smile and declare that he’s going to murder everyone. and he will, you will too. and then he will let you beat him to death at the end of this brutal game. you won but at what cost? then you will jump to your death, because you cannot handle being the lone survivor.”
"VOTE SCAR OR ILL KILL YOU NOW in a chill and fun way tho"
"AWOOGA SCITTES"
"YOU ARE NOT IMMUNE TO THE GOOD TIMES"
"THAT FUCKING CACTUS CIRCLE"
"YOU ARE NOT IMMUNE TO THE GOOD TIMES"
"YOU ARE NOT IMMUNE TO THE GOOD TIMES"
"you are not immune to the good times"
"you are not immune to the good times"
Soundwave Propaganda:
"In like every show ever once he's not there/kidnapped/dead the entire Decepticon fucking faction goes to shambles. Ex: in transformers: Prime, (SPOILER!)
once he was "banished to the shadow realm" Megatron literally died and they lost the war 💀💀"
"Soundwave never loses in a poll"
"SOUNDWAVE MY BELOVED his back is so so sore from single-handedly holding up the Decepticon cause every vote for him is 1 more ibuprofen tablet given to him"
"Soundwave is the funniest fucking character in transformers because he's literally the straight man in every situation he's in with the decepticons, because all of them are absolutely incompetent at their job due to them being too focused on infighting. When Megatron died in FOC Soundwave was the one who literally put him back together and by extension, fucked everything over for everyone else because in this specific continuity Megatron just happened to be addicted to space meth.
However it can be so easy to see Soundwave as emotionless because of his straight-man role and his monotone speaking patterns, but Soundwave has plenty of emotions that he displays throughout the years, most notably being when he's dealing with the cassettes (aka his children), and can range from being soft-spoken with them, to full-out enabling their violent tendencies and letting them go ham at beating the shit out of teammates (shout out to that one g1 clip where Soundwave tries to hold back his kids for like a single second before saying "fuck it" and letting them go for the eyes).
Even outside of the cassettes though, he's very expressive in his own way. In fact, he's the KING of pettiness and sass when he wants to be. He literally plays his own supervillain music when walking the halls, he's not above insulting the other deceptions when their arguments are bullshit to him, even when faced with the destruction of the world he was like "nah" until he saw his boyfriend getting injured and went "REAL SHIT" (there's literally memes about this it's so funny). Speaking of friends, he actually has a lot of interesting dynamics with the people around him, especially when it comes to the decepticon high command. He's described as Megatron's most trusted advisor, he's somewhat amicable with Starscream (who's his own brand of frustration), and he and Shockwave even seem to get along pretty well (to the point they have a biologically fucked up tube son together?? It's been years since I've watched Siege but I swear that was what lead to Soundblaster), and did I mention he's gay? I'm pretty sure he and Cosmos are in a relationship together in the IDW comics or at least have a mutual attraction, it's cute.
Also speaking of IDW Soundwave: he likes elephants. They're his favourite animal and he loves them to the point where after he died in the comics, his kids specifically started targeting elephant poachers because they knew Soundwave would want that.
Have I mentioned he has a cat dad in the IDW comics. Like his dad is a literal robot cat that found him when he was having a sensory overload in the middle of the streets. Have these panels from when his dad died and he wasn't even there to see it! He just knew 💖
And have I mentioned he's met Fluttershy? Because he canonically met Fluttershy and let his cassettes play with her (while DELAYING HIS MISSION. THAT'S HUGE IN SOUNDWAVE LANGUAGE.)
There's also him being the reigning champion of best robot husband, but that's a whole other situation which is also really funny."
#polls#mr goodtimes#goodtimeswithscar#goodtimewithscar#third life gtws#third life smp#3lsmp#3rd life smp#3rd life#life series#transformers soundwave#soundwave#transformers
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