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ponderingmoonlight · 3 months

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Gojo Satoru Masterlist

Touch her and you'll burn Your boyfriend Gojo goes berserk after finding out that Toji kidnapped you.

You saved me After Suguru tried to kill his former girlfriend, Satoru is there to cure your depression.

She is my weakness While you are on the brink of death through Suguru's hands, Satoru realizes just how much you really mean to him.

A word of power When his wife is sent to missions over and over until it visibly gets to her, Gojo decides to do something against it.

Lies in the dark You boyfriend Gojo cheated on you with another woman, leaving you heartbroken. Did he, though?

Keep doing it Satoru loves coming to your office everyday to finally win your heart. But it seems like you're more subborn than he thinks.

Having to share a bed with Satoru Gojo at a love hotel ... no words needed.

Golden girl Satoru Gojo really hates everything about you, especially the fact that you are stronger than him. Is it even possible to get along with you, let alone like you? (Spoiler: yes)

The heart wants what it wants 18+ The farewell of your boyfriend Suguru left a wound so deep that it seems like no one is able to fix it. Is the Satoru Gojo, who's secretly in love with you, able to pick your pieces back together?

Promises you can't keep When Sukuna realizes that you did not only break your oath to wait until he returns back to you but married Gojo Satoru after 1000 years of him waiting for you, he goes insane.

Don't touch her Gojo going berserk when you get injured by a curse

Gojo eavesdropping on his wife when she's talking about him While you kept your relationship with Satoru private, you always admire him when you meet at work. However, when your students ask you about your type in men, you can't help but describe the love of your life who hears every single word

Gojo recklessly flirting with Choso's little sister at Shibuya After being set in Shibuya to distract and exhaust none other than Satoru Gojo, Choso's little sister soon learns that the rumors about his charm are true.

Gojo teasing the heck out of you after realizing you get flustered by his eyes After working with smooth operator Gojo Satoru for years, he slowly but surely began to realize what your true weakness is: his bright blue orbs. And he wouldn't be Satoru Gojo if he wouldn't use that against you...

Gojo's and (y/n)'s son wanting to marry (y/n) no words needed

Gojo going nuts when his students don't believe him that you are his wife When Satoru wears his wedding ring for the first time in front of his students, Nobara can't help but wonder who he's married to. But when Gojo confesses it's you, his students just don't believe him.

Gojo getting flustered by his sweaty wife and smacked at their training session Your beloved husband never fails to beat you without mercy when training together. But this time, something seems to catch his eye - your chance to finally hit him with your best shot.

Megumi accidentaly calling Gojo's wife "mum" no words needed

Gojo calling (y/n) a burden to keep her safe Despite the fact that Satoru Gojo was the one who lifted you up and gave you the confidence to go on your very first solo-mission, it was also him who shattered your confidence in order to keep you safe.

Gojo's wife showing her maniac side when it comes to protecting her precious students (Part 1) Despite Gojo's wife spoke vehemently against sending the first and second years on a way too difficult mission, the elders decided against her suggestion. Her calm and collected self changes drastically when she makes them regret their decicion...

Gojo's wife going berserk in order to protect her students (Part 2) Like your bad feeling already suggested, especially Toge's and Yuji's lives hang on a threat when their mission doesn't go as planned. Good for them that Gojo's wife and their teacher rushes to their side and shows everyone just how much she cares about them.

Gojo's girlfriend being there for Shoko when no one else is Shibuya brings even a strong and collected woman like Shoko down to her knees. Especially when you, the only person who seems to truly care about her, ask her about her well-being when your boyfriend just got sealed....

Gojo dressing up as Santa for his girlfriend, Megumi and Tsumiki Satoru Gojo expected a lot of things, but not his girlfriend and two rescued kids making fun of him after he put on a Santa costume only for them.

Gojo being your enemy (or lover?) Your family told you over and over, pounded it into your head since childhood: Satoru Gojo is your enemy, you are simply not allowed to feel anything but hatred towards the Gojo clan. But why do you find yourself lost in his arms each and every night, begging him to love you right?

Gojo buying (y/n) souvenirs after every mission and finding out she kept EVERYTHING Since your joyful smile is so addictive, Satoru can't help but buy you a souvenir every time he goes on a mission. After a few months, he realizes by accident that you do, in fact, keep everything he gifts you...

Geto's little sister finding out her husband got sealed by her big brother You thought you lost him forever, your big brother. Until Shibuya brings you back to reality, until your beloved husband gets sealed by none other than your dead big brother. Until you show your enemy what you're made off...

Gojo's wife supposedly getting executed by kicking ass instead When Sibuya is finally over, you find yourself facing none other than the elders who want to execute you. Little do they know you are no one to be messed with, that even without your husband by your side, you are a true threat if you want to...

Satoru Gojo purposely keeping the scar you gave him When his skin gets busted by your sheer excitement, it doesn't feel right to Satoru to use his reversed technique and simply heal.

Gojo's and (y/n)'s daughter buying a prom dress for her mum because she never had one When you told your little one about the fact that you never got to wear a prom dress, it was clear for your husband and daughter they needed to change that for your birthday.

(y/n) comforting her husband after he was forced to kill his best friend The man who seems goofy all day, who never takes anything serious breaks down in his wife's arms after he killed his best friend.

Satoru Gojo trying to make bun with his daughter's kinky hair It always looked so easy to him, the way you put your thick hair into the most breathtaking hairstyles. But when his daughter asked him to do a sleek bun on her, he was confronted with the stinging fact how difficult styling kinky hair can be. But that doesn't stop the dad of the year from learning... (POC reader!)

Reader going from being Gojo's lover to being his worst enemy You were always the perfect girlfriend for Satoru Gojo: innocent, quiet and weak. Until something inside you snapped. Until you decided you don't want to be weak anymore. Until you realized that Satoru Gojo isn't your lover, but your enemy...

Gojo's daughter insisting on him brushing her hair because he's so gentle You are pretty suprised when your daughter insists on your husband brushing her hair depite the fact that this is normally your job. Until you find out why...

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wannaeatramyeon · 3 months

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Lookism: "No thank you! I have a partner!"

Silly. G/N. Y'all probably seen the meme. Your partner comes home drunk and doesn't recognise you.

Gun Park, Ryuhei Kuroda, Goo Kim, DG, Vin Jin, Jake Kim, Samuel Seo

Loud scratching and thumps at your front door wakes you. You wonder whether to arm yourself with a frying pan and then you hear your boyfriend muttering slurred profanities.

A loud bang reverberates through your home as he stumbles, drunk, through the door.

With a sigh, you crawl out of bed to check the state they're in.

Gun gazes at you, bleary-eyed and half focused. Slightly swaying on his feet, a very unusual sight of someone usually in full control of their body.

Then something clicks in his brain, eyes hardening just before he looks away. He tells you, tone disinterested, that he's a taken man.

"I don't know how I ended up here, but don't get the wrong idea."

He turns around, exits his own living room, exits his own home, and sleeps outside the apartment in the hallway instead.

"Yeah you're pretty cute," Ryuhei mumbles, words slurring together, "But my partner is cuter."

He pulls his phone out, drops it twice, unlocks it on the third attempt and shows you a picture - one that you have seen, actually one that you took of him smooching you on the cheek.

"Aren't they cute?" He beams, utterly besotted. "Let me just crash here," he says as he collapses on the sofa. "If you touch me I'll scream."

"Get your hands off me!" Goo screeches, slapping you away as you try to undress him and get him ready for bed. "My my, you're forward aren't you?"

Goo leans forward and gives you a smile halfway between utterly charming and complete sleazeball.

Then, all bravado evaporates and he sighs.

"Oh sweetheart you would be just my type, but," he pushes you off the bed, "I'm taken and very happy about it."

He lies down, burritoing himself and turning his back to you. "You can make your own way out."

Vin fiddles with his sunglasses, peering approvingly at you.

Even in his drunken haze he can tell that damn, you're fine. Except. He is also lucid enough to realise he is not looking respectfully anymore and he thinks of you, his ride or die, and his face completely changes.

He frowns and asks you what the hell you are looking at. That you have no chance. He has a partner at home that is much hotter, much better, thank you very much and yeah he's an asshole but he's not going to cheat so back the fuck off.

You roll your eyes, hackles would have been much higher if he wasn't actually being sweet in his own way.

DG takes a moment to process the situation. And when he does, he gets it completely wrong.

He plasters on his k-pop smile. The one reserved for winning over fans, interviewers and for his insincere apology videos.

"Did you want an autograph?" He pulls out a photocard from his inner pocket and a pen (and wow, you did not realise he carried a stack of his photos. You are not going to let him live this down) and scribbles his signature that comes with some love hearts and sparkles and passes it over to you.

"Here you go," he holds it out to you in both hands, not before mumbling under his breath, "You're cute but shit if you turn into another stalker..."

Jake is already asleep on the sofa by the time you pad out, which must be some super power in itself.

"Wake up," You give his shoulder a shake. He frowns, then cracks one eye open. "Come to bed."

He grunts something indecipherable and attempts to roll his oversized frame on your undersized sofa.

"Jake, cmon."

You start to drag him to your bedroom, your touch finally waking something inside and he bolts upright, removing your hands firmly off him.

"I have a partner." He tells you with no room for any misinterpretation. "But," he scratches absentmindedly at his stomach, "Do you have any food?"

Samuel does as he's told. Obediently removing his trousers, and unbuttoning his shirt, taking it off-

(Truly, you had no ulterior motive, you just wanted to remove the stink of alcohol.)

When, maybe for the first time in his life, he is afflicted with modesty and a startling clarity.

He yanks his shirt back on and pulls his trousers on with surprisingly sober efficiency.

"Absolutely not," he glowers at you, "This is not happening. I'm taken."

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radio-writes · 1 month

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Hi, will u do a human alastor x side mistress reader, so basically he has a wife, but he doesn't really love her, so when he's on the air he has sex with his side mistress in the radio tower. His side mistress knows he's a serial killer, by the way. You don't have to do this if u don't want to. I love ur fics.

By the Gold Ring on His Hand

Synopsis: He loved you and only you. You were his to cherish, to adore, to worship. Sweet words he whispered softy, promisingly, into your ear. Sweet words he also whispered softly to his wife.

Warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), mentions of murder, heavy manipulation, cheating

Tags: human!alastor, alastor x reader, gn!reader, reader is the other wo/man

MDNI

You've always revered Alastor.

You were entranced by the way his smile never broke. The way he seemed to take control of any situation he was put in. The he always managed to just charm the socks off of anyone he's ever met.

You loved the way he made little corny jokes. You loved the way he danced—barely drunk from the bottles of rye he downed.

And oh, did you love the way he spoke.

You could listen to him all day on the radio, just absolutely smitten and melting where you stood.

The one thing you didn't love about Alastor—the one thing you despised, really—was his wife.

That naive little thing. So meek, so quiet. You always hated the way she would cling onto his arm at parties. Loathed the way she'd shyly smile at everyone, including you.

There was just no way that delicate stupid girl could satisfy someone like Alastor.

Alastor needed, deserved, a real partner. One that had enough of a spine not to be stepped on, at the very least.

Your fingers twitched, aching to touch him more; to caress his thighs that perfectly framed your head. You wanted to feel him beneath you, reassure your heart that he was here with you.

You groaned as your longing was denied. You felt Alastor press his shoes harder against your hands, pinning your palms to the floor. The fingers in your hair tightened their grip, guiding you more strictly down his cock.

It was enough to cheer you up a little. Although your touch was declined, the little vibrations your sounds made clearly still had an effect on him. You felt a little proud knowing something as small as you moaning around him pleasured the hefty cock in your mouth.

The reality was far more bitter, though. Not that Alastor would ever let you know that.

Truth be told his grip was a warning. He had explicitly told you to be quiet, to keep your hands to yourself. But you seemed to be so adamant on testing his patience today, as you were refusing to do both.

Alastor's smile strained just a tad bit more in annoyance as he spoke into the microphone. "Hate to finish up the broadcast with some sour news, but someone's gotta keep you lovely folks up to date!"

You continued to bob your head between his legs, hidden from the rest of crew by the control panel. You made sure to drag the flat of your tongue over the under side of Alastor's dick each every time you lowered your mouth to his crotch. If your ministrations did anything for him, you couldn't really tell.

His voice was perfect, not a tone out of place as he continued his broadcast. You've never seen a man so well put together while having someone's mouth serve them so reverently.

"Seems the coppers found a couple more for the good old wooden kimonos last night. Grizzly sight it was—so I heard. Hate to be the ones to dig those poor souls out."

Even though he was the one to put them there in the first place, you suppressed a laugh. Not that you were complaining, though. It was part of how you and Alastor finally got together, after all.

Alastor finished up his broadcast, and you continued your slow little prayer on your knees. He waved his staff away when they tried to approach, simply sending them off with a friendly jest that he'd meet them at the bar after he cleaned up his work station.

It was only when the lock clicked behind his crew did Alastor finally acknowledge you. His lovely smile was intact, but you could tell his mood was a little soured by the way his brown eyes narrowed at you from behind his glasses.

The hand gripping your hair pulled you off his cock, a pathetic whine escaping your lips as he did so.

Alastor tried to ignore the—rather off putting—sight of a thin string of fluids connecting your mouth to the head of his dick. He bent down closer to you, keeping his gaze locked on yours.

"My dear, I thought I told you to be quiet while I worked." His voice was as sweet as ever.

You chuckled lightly, you wanted to move your hands to cup his cheek, bring him even closer to you. Perhaps even for a kiss to lift his seemingly bad mood.

The moment Alastor so much as felt your fingers twitch, he stepped harder on your hands again, keeping them pinned to the floor and away from him.

You opted to shrug your shoulders sheepishly instead. "I may have gotten carried away," You responded coyly "You just taste so good."

Alastor did his best not to cringe, choosing to tighten his smile. Ah, you were in one of your moods again, he thought.

"Then why don't you go ahead and have your fill of me now." His hand left the back of your head, resting instead on the sides of his chair as he leaned back. The gold band on his ring finger momentarily caught the light and drew your attention to it.

Your chest tightened just the slightest bit. You absolutely hated the reminder that Alastor wasn't fully yours. That he'd still go home to his stupid wife at the end of the day.

But not for long, at least that's what Alastor had promised you. And not right now.

You ran your tongue along the thick vein of his cock, from the bottom, up its shaft, and smiled at the sight of his hips bucking up to your touch.

"In your mouth now again, darling." It didn't sound like a request, but you obeyed faithfully anyway. You were rewarded with a soft sigh as you welcomed him back in your warm mouth.

You'd bet your job that his sweet little wife never pleased him like this. Skittish thing like that would probably run at the thought of putting her lips on a hard dick.

Well, her loss is your gain.

You were so far gone in your own head that you hadn't even noticed Alastor wasn't looking at you.

No, instead his head craned towards the ceiling of his studio, eyes closed and tired.

He was trying to focus on the physical sensations you brought him, not that he had much of an interest in it in the first place, but he tried hard to concentrate. All he had to do was finish, and he could finally leave. Leave you here with some sweet promises, and not have to deal with your disgustingly loving gaze on him until maybe his next shift on Monday.

Not that spending time with his wife at home felt any more appealing.

He pushed the thoughts away, willing his mind to stay on you instead. He thought he can finish, at least he could feel the bottom of his gut tightening just a tiny fair bit.

He focused on the way your tongue felt as it swirled around him. How your lips stretched so softly to fit his shaft. How you practically drooled over his cock. How you—

You were noisier now that you knew you were alone, and it wasn't doing Alastor any favors. A rather loud moan cutting through his mind and it almost made the coil in his gut loosen completely, his shoulders tensing instead.

No, no this just wouldn't do. He had much more interesting plans tonight than to sit there and buy your silence with his cock.

His hand reached out once more, much less gentle than it was before. With less grace and care, Alastor's hand rested on the back of your neck, before harshly pushing you down as he bucked his hips up.

Your eyes were wide, a surge of panic filled you at the suddenness of the sensation. His dick hit the back of your throat and you tried to pull back immediately.

Alastor's other hand came up to the back of your head to push you back down. Your nose pressed firmly to his skin as his cock pushed past your throat.

Your arms strained as you tried to use your hands to push him away, but Alastor merely stepped on your fingers harsher to get you to stay.

"Ah, fuck, darling. Stay like that. Oh that's lovely." You thought you heard him say.

He was finally looking down at you. The way you heaved as you choked on him. The way your body spasmed to get away. The way panic filled your pretty tearful eyes.

Your throat tightening around him as you tried desperately to breathe felt miles better than whatever you were trying to do before, and it was exactly what he needed.

"Finally," He breathed out softly, almost in a moan, feeling the coil in his gut finally snap. He pressed you down, just the tiniest bit more and you felt his warm seed flow down your willing throat.

"There we go, dear." Alastor's harsh grip in your hair loosened, slowly petting through your locks. The hand on your neck remained, locking you in and rendering you unable to pull free.

Your eyes flickered up to him, part of you ready to beg for mercy, but one sight of his dazed smile made you pliant. Your body relaxed into his touch, simply letting him ride his high out with your bruised throat.

He must have just gotten carried away, that's all. Simply something new he never got to do with his stupid wife.

You felt his softening dick slowly pull out of you, his shaft dragging across your tongue and you finally pulled free with a choked gasp of air.

A gentle hand tipped your face back to meet Alastor's before you could be too dramatic. He pressed a gentle, chaste, kiss to the corner of your lips to calm you.

"You'll have to forgive me, my dear. Your body just makes me feel far too good—just couldn't hold back." The charm practically oozed from his smooth tongue.

Your gaze softened immediately. Your hands, now free from beneath his feet, made their way to his cheeks but he easily pulled back.

Really, what on earth made you think he'd let you touch him with filthy hands. Had you forgotten he'd been stepping on them this entire time? Kind of rude, if you'd ask him.

Not that any of those thoughts showed when Alastor simply, gently, helped you up to your feet by your elbow.

"Always so good to me, my dear. How I got so lucky to have a divine thing like you service me, I'd never know." He stood up with you, part of him did enjoy it whenever he got to look down on you in a more literal sense.

He pressed his body against yours, arms on the control panel behind you as he caged you in. His lips barely grazed your ears as he continued his sweet, sweet, praises. "Why couldn't you have shown up sooner, dear? I would have had it all."

You placed your hand on his chest, failing to notice the way he flinched at the touch. "You still could, you know? All you have to do is leave that naive little thing and I could give you this every night." Your voice was low, seductive, alluring.

Alastor held back an annoyed groan. This again. His eyes rolled, not that you could see it with his head nuzzling against your shoulder.

"We both know I treat you so much better." You continued, hand trailing up to scratch at the hair at the bottom of his neck. "And I'd never hold you back from that little hobby of yours either."

He chuckled at that, you could feel his lips at the base of your neck. "My dear, we've been through this." His kisses were soft, gentle, barely touching you, just like how he preferred it. "You don't have to feel so threatened by her, it's you that I want."

"Then why don't you—"

A gasp passed your lips.

"Leave her?" Alastor continued your sentence when you couldn't. His warm tongue licked over the reddened skin he bit. "I will, my dear, I will. Things are just a bit complicated at the moment."

More complicated than you knew, really.

He couldn't leave his wife because her dad was a big boss of his station. His ass would be out on the streets in minutes if he ever hurt that shy doll.

But he couldn't just kill you either. Not when your dad was the town sheriff.

He was lucky you were so obsessed with him that fucking you once in a while was enough to keep your pretty little mouth shut.

Honestly, just fuck the day you caught him slicing that man's flesh. That scum was hardly worth all the trouble he now has to go through.

"But I'm working on it." Alastor promised as he finally pulled away from you.

You gazed up into his warm, honest eyes. You adored the way he towered over you, really. It's like you fit together so perfectly—like puzzle pieces, was it? Was that how that cheesy line went.

"And then we can be together?" Your palms move to cup his face, and Alastor caught them on instinct before they could.

But you didn't notice, not when he corrected his actions so smoothly by pressing his lips to your knuckles instead—he tried his best to ignore how filthy they are, just to hide his mistake. "Of course, darling. In fact, I think I can work things out by tonight."

Your father was going to be alone at the station.

Your eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Yes, my dear. Soon all of this hiding and sneaking around will be a thing of the past." He said, almost with the same amount of excitement as you.

He couldn't wait to toss your body in a ditch next to your old man's corpse.

"But I musn't be late"

He'll miss his chance to slit your father's throat if he lingered any longer.

"Soon you wouldn't have to be jealous of my wife, dear."

After all, the dead don't envy do they?

Alastor willed himself to humor you one last time, pressing his lips to yours before he bid you a good night.

He couldn't have rushed out that door any faster.

Who would have known trying to keep his cover would have eaten up so much of his time? He barely had any left to do the very act he was even trying to cover for.

Honestly, how troublesome.

But no matter, no matter.

He glanced back at the station. He could vaguely see your lovestruck figure through the window. He watched amusedly as you pathetically held your fingers to your lips, absolutely lost on cloud nine.

It won't be long until he was rid of you, and that fact was enough to lift his sour mood.

#tw: mentions of murder #tw: heavy manipulation #tw: cheating #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin alastor x reader #alastor #alastor x reader #alastor smut #gn!reader #vien writes #I'm sorry i made alastor want to kill you #i just couldn't see him wanting a mistress for any other reason besides this #alastor only fucks to fuck with people in my book if that makes sense #if the smut seems choppy y'all can blame susan

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agroteraa · 1 month

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Calling All My Lovelies

Felix Catton x f!Reader

My fic masterlist

Summary: AU where Saltburn's ending never happened. Felix lived happily up to 2017 (and on), where he happened to meet you. Meaning he is around 29-30 here.

Featuring the song "Calling All My Lovelies" by Bruno Mars

Also mentioning songs like "24K Magic" and "Too Good to Say Goodbye" by Bruno Mars, you can listen to them or even the whole "24K Magic" album for the right mood and atmosphere ❤️

Tags: fluffy angst, AU.

Warnings: mentions of sex, kinda?cheating, relationship misconception.

Word Count: 2,7K

Felix's London apartment was luxurious. Of course, it wasn't Saltburn, but there was a lot to see and be impressed by here too. Especially the view of the Thames, which was strewn on both sides with many lights of the most beautiful sights of the UK capital. Felix and all his guests found the lights especially bright in winter, as on this late February evening.

Especially the girls. Each of those whom he brought here stopped in awe at the huge panoramic windows and looked at the views almost from the height of the flight of a city bird. If before that they had somehow not been one hundred percent fascinated by Felix and his lifestyle, then this luxurious apartment was always the final charming argument.

Y/N was no exception.

When he brought you to his place after a fun evening full of alcohol, it seems that you looked at the views of the city more closely than anyone else and even managed to point out to him some new places from afar, which he did not pay much attention to or did not know what exactly these places were.

Felix smiled warmly - he would love to admire the view of the city with you, preferably standing in an embrace. But then he wasn't interested much of it back then, rather in something else. When he returned from the kitchen with a bottle of expensive alcohol and two glasses, you barely had time to taste the drink, as you merged again in a passionate kiss, which flowed into an even more passionate night. One of the best for both of you, and oh how he would like to repeat it.

But you weren't here right now.

There was no one but Felix himself, this evening was also full of alcohol, but there was little fun in it.

And all because you misunderstood each other. Very much.

When he brought you to his house from the club that day, he didn't think that you would take it all so seriously. Kate didn't take it in. Therefore, from her friend (or whoever you were to her, or maybe you didn't communicate that close? After all, if Felix had to think about it, it was the first time he saw you there with her…) he expected the same understanding.

You had a great time at the club, and then a night at Felix's apartment. Then you started to chat online a lot, went for a brunch and for a walk in the park, where you talked for a long, long time, cheerfully chatting about everything in the world. Well, except for discussing relationships. Then another night together, no less, if not more wonderful than that the previous one. Then another brunch. And after that… You had a lot of work and things to do, while Felix had a lot of free time and his own needs.

When you found out from Kate that he had slept with a couple of girls during that time (not with Kate herself, though they stopped sleeping not so long ago), you were crushed.

And she just shrugged her shoulders and said that you should have known or guessed that Felix lives in a free relationship mode.

You didn't know. Or you didn't want to know. And the main thing was that you thought that something special was going on between the two of you, you saw it in Felix's eyes, felt the distinct warmth of his touch and a certain special thrill overall. The way you talked to each other. It wasn't just sex or an empty mindless flirt, even if the beginning of your relationship was very fast and passionate. It was all felt even after two nights and many days, evenings and nights of mutual texting and calls.

Anyway, you didn't discuss otherwise. That was the whole point. And so, when, after things suddenly got clear, you received another usual message from Felix, you ignored it for a long time, unable to respond, being numb with pain, indignation and shame. You still was processing it and didn't believe to the end (that it would happened or that you were such a fool, you weren't sure yourself, probably both). Then, after a few more of his messages, you somehow pulled yourself together and answered all of them at once, quite briefly and dryly.

After some dialogue in this manner, Felix realized that there was clearly something wrong. He started asking what was the matter, to which you answered him:

You didn't answer. Felix called. So, roughly in ten minutes of a phone conversation, you found out in raised tones that he "doesn't owe you anything nor didn't promise anything" that you "are fine as you are now, why complicate everything" and that "please, let's keep seeing each other, it doesn't mean anything special" was a real argument to him.

"As if you don't know yourself."

"Explain?"

"I don't want to, I'm not in the mood to talk to you right now. If ever at all."

"???"

You shouted into the phone "No, if you don't want to complicate things, then I do, I'm sorry! More precisely, I wanted to. I thought we were serious.… Maybe... it seemed all... special. That's it, look, I... I don't want to talk any longer. And don't call me anymore, okay?"

And so, one day had passed, then two and three. And now the fourth day was already ending, turning into the fifth. You really didn't pick up the phone anymore and didn't respond to his messages, which were getting fewer and fewer every day.

But Felix had more and more thoughts in his head instead. He has almost passed all the stages of acceptance these days:

denial - "no, it's nothing, she's going to be mad a bit and come back to me";

anger - "not coming back? Well, fuck her!";

bargaining - "please, Y/N, answer my messages already...";

depression - "have I really lost touch with her forever?..".

Except for the acceptance itself, of course. And besides the fact that he was returning to all these stages randomly from time to time.

He really did not understand, he was not used to the fact that a girl could take a relationship with him that seriously, especially so immediately. Okay, these infatuations at school and even sometimes at university, when people fell head over heels in love with him, romanticizing him without really knowing him, but now? In the adult world, when everyone should understand the "rules of the game" and that no one seriously owes anyone anything until it is discussed. That was how Felix thought about it. And that was why it was so strange to him that it could hurt you so deeply.

He contemplated about it all the time and, to tell the truth, it even began to flatter him that someone could fall in love with him so much and take him that serious from the start. If he got everything correctly. Yes, at first it surprised him, then it worried him, then it flattered him, and after that... something inside him began to hurt unpleasantly?

He wasn't lying back then. These girl didn't mean a lot to him. But did this mean that Y/N did?..

His heart and mind began to fill with deep, complex feelings that he had not experienced for a long time and, to be honest, had not realized properly and processed in an adult way, being almost-thirty.

And Felix got scared. He was genuinely scared, that was why, first of all, he was pouring alcohol into himself all evening, inhaling lots of smoke as well.

And right now, he decided to brighten up his company not only with wine, champagne and cigarettes, but also with music. He chose Bruno Mars, whose new album he has listened to quite often since its release. Fancy stereo speakers filled his apartment with the loud sounds of "24K Magic".

Felix danced to the rhythm of the songs, sipping wine straight from the bottle. Now he tried to imagine that he was having fun in a club, and not alone in a dark empty apartment, and he almost succeeded in that.

That way Felix Catton decently lifted his mood along with the level of alcohol intoxication.

He skipped the song "Versace on the Floor" because he wasn't in the mood for slow romantic songs. But when "Calling All My Lovelies" started playing a little later, Felix was unable to switch it either.

He leaned back in one of the chairs, frowning and very intently listening through a decently tipsy consciousness to the lines of the song that had begun.

I got too many girls on hold for you to be so bold

Too many on my team for you to act so mean

"Oh, yeah. Exactly so," Felix thought.

You say you wanna go and have fun, well, you ain't the only one

If I ring, don't let it ring too long or I'm gone

"That's bloody right," he said aloud and nodded slightly several times, taking another sip of wine from the neck of the bottle.

I got Alicia waitin', Aisha waitin'

All the -eeshas waitin' on me

And also Stacey, Tracey, Macey, Lacey… Had he mentioned Tracey already? In general, all sorts of -aceys were waiting for him too, and not only them.

So why you contemplatin'? Playa hatin'?

If this is how it's gonna be

I'm callin' all my lovelies (Callin' all my lovelies)

'Cause I can't get a hold of you

At these words, Felix gripped the bottle so tightly that it almost broke under the force of his fingers squeezing it. It was definitely unpleasant for him to hear from Bruno Mars things that Felix was afraid to admit even to himself. He shook his head, closing his eyes. No, that was bullshit.

Since you ain't thinkin' of me (Since you ain't thinkin' of me)

Oh, look what you're makin' me do

Sharp breath. Closed eyes. Exhale.

Honey pie, I'm far too fly to be on standby

Sendin' me straight to voicemail, suga, what the hell? (What the hell?)

That was right! What the hell was all that? You ignored him too! How long had he been texting you and even calling you? Was that fair? Why should he run after you? He shouldn't.

Ooh, you ought to be ashamed, playin' these childish games

I don't get down like that, tell me where you're at, hit me back

Yes. Come and tell him that to his face. Oh, how he wanted you to be right in front of him now. Or didn't want to. No, he actually did. And not only to talk, getting things clear, but also to repeat the night like these… His imagination had already begun to draw pictures of how he would kiss you, undress you... and then… Your sensual moans echoed in his head. He almost felt your skin with his elictrified fingertips. And after that... no, no, stop.

Mmm, I got Alicia waitin', Aisha waitin'

All the -eeshas waitin' on me

"That's it, Bruno, you understand me, buddy! Felix mentally raised a bottle of wine as a toast and drank another sip to "them boys", to "free spirits".

So why you contemplatin'? Playa hatin'?

If this is how it's gonna be

He could have called any of the girls he mentally had listed. And everyone would come to him immediately or at least as soon as possible, doing everything Felix would have wished. Ha. How do you like that, Y/N?

But for some reason he didn't want to text to any of them, much less call them.

The only voice he wanted to hear right now was yours.

I'm callin' all my lovelies (Callin' all my lovelies)

'Cause I can't get a hold of you

Since you ain't thinkin' of me (Since you ain't thinkin' of me)

Oh, look what you're makin' me do

For the second time, he couldn't stand listening to these words. Abruptly and carelessly putting the bottle on the glass table and staggering decently, Felix wandered off to get his phone. It was time to call his not-even-ex-not-girlfriend. Catton-Jr. seemed to be listening to the dial tone more on purpose, just not to listen too closely to the words of the song that went on:

Pick up the phone, pick up the phone

'Cause all this lovin' needs a home, oh, yeah

Oh, no, look at what you started, baby

Now, I'm left here brokenhearted, baby

"Pick up the phone, yes, pick up the phone, come on," he repeated, tapping his foot. The phone dropped the call after a short time, and the guy dialed for the second, then the third time and…

There's a pain in my chest, I cannot explain

I told myself I wasn't gon' cry (Oh, not gonna cry, no, no)

But somebody's gotta come dry these eyes 'cause (Dry these, ah, 'cause)

The dial tone beeps continued. Felix studied London at night under their measured rhythm. His favorite activity was to peer at passing boats and ships of various sizes, models and speed, as well as trying to count their number. He often got distracted, but still loved it.

So, he didn't notice that the beeps from the real phone had flowed into the beeps from the song. In "Calling All My Lovelies" Bruno's imaginary crush was a famous actress. Her voice "responded" in lively yet sensual tone:

Hi, you've reached Halle Berry. Sorry I can't get to the phone right now

But if you leave your name and number, I'll get right back to you *mwah*

Damn... (Bruno Mars' voice hissed back with increasing echoes and annoyance).

At this point, Felix himself clenched his teeth and threw the phone on the floor out of anger. Fortunately, the carpet was soft enough to survive the fury of its owner and continue to function in case you suddenly wanted to respond.

I'm callin', callin', callin', callin' all my lovelies

'Cause I can't get a hold of you

Oh, since you ain't thinkin' of me (Since you ain't thinkin' of me, baby)

Look what you're makin' me do

Felix almost whimpered at the realization of what a fool he had been and what a stupid situation he was in right now. Where he led himself. Why couldn't you two just talk? Why couldn't he just tell it all at once, from the start? Maybe it would have been different otherwise now. Resting his forehead against the big window, he felt its pleasant coolness, but it could not cool down his burning resentment inside. Most of all, he did not like it when the blame for the current situation could not be shifted to anyone or anything else, and this pained him incredibly right now.

Pick up the phone, pick up the phone

'Cause all this lovin' needs a home, oh

He collapsed into a chair near the window, clutching its handles tightly and stretching his long legs. If only he would…

Felix inhaled and exhaled noisily, throwing his head back and taking a pack of cigarettes along with a lighter out of his shirt pocket. The fingers did not obey a little, as the hands of their owner were shaking slightly from nerves and alcohol intoxication. He growled slightly in irritation. When the guy was finally able to light a cigarette, he took a long drag on it.

Now he wasn't in the mood for energetic and carefree songs. He skipped "Finesse".

That was how the last song from the album started playing - "Too Good to Say Goodbye":

I've made mistakes

I could have treated you better

I let you get away

There goes my happily ever after

Tell me why, why can't we try and start again?

This can't be how our story ends…

Oh, please…

He really did miss you.

And he was not right.

He wanted to win you and your trust over again. He finally admitted it with all his heart to himself. He would try. Really.

If only you could…

The phone, thrown on the fluffy carpet, suddenly came to life and started vibrating.

Releasing all the smoke from his lungs, which Felix had inhaled, at once, he abruptly bent down to the carpet.

Your name appeared on the phone screen, gleaming brightly in the darkness.

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Thinking bout how mean demi Alastor would be regarding the post cheating/meltdown/breakup sex… he’s still a sadist and now that he’s more comfortable with physical intimacy and like 20% more deranged that def gets reflected in his “catering to your needs”. Overstim, edging, anything that leaves you at his “mercy”

Reader, visibly sweating because YOU know that HE knows most of the dirty dirty nasty NASTY SHENANIGANS you've committed in the last month or two of Just Straight Up Sluttery: so Alastor, now that you've discovered this new part of yourself, surely you've, uh, developed some new tastes and healthy outlets for intimacy?

Alastor, who's just spent the last several weeks rounding up all your sexual partners and he does mean ALL of them to torture every last detail of what you did out of them, and has recently discovered how much he likes the feeling of a riding crop in his hands, along with a list of kinks where cheating/cuckoldry is definitely NOT one of them: oh yes :) healthy outlets :) so anyways my pet, about your punishment--

You're just like "ok Alastor um, since you're new to this and old fashioned you probably want to, cuddle, and, ease into it, and--" bitch he wants to tie you up. Bitch he has developed SUCH a craving for watching you tied up and helpless because, oh you're so sweet and vulnerable and need him to protect you ❤️ his sweet vulnerable little doe ❤️ aw, your struggling is so cute ❤️ do you want to be let go? Guess you better beg nice and pretty~

I dunno man... I was LITERALLY discussing a concept like this with an asexual buddy of mine actually, the amount of aces horny for Alastor is giving, truly, and we were MUTUALLY like, "listen... listen... asexuality is real and we respect that, ok... but it's also a spectrum... and I want this man going his entire life and afterlife not caring or having a taste for those things UNTIL he meets you and he has to deal with, discover, and come to understand all his new desires" and I keep thinking of multiple ways to swing that?

Just him having his equivalent of his first schoolboy crush and not knowing why he can't stop himself from laughing at your jokes? Why is he suddenly so... POSSESSIVE of your company? Why does he want to hurt the men who come around you even more than usual? He goes to Rosie for advice and she's just, DROPPING HER TEA CUP, "oh ALASTOR HONEY, you've got yourself a little crush!!" and all but squealing with delight as she wants ALL the details and, well, Rosie IS a trusted friend... and once he starts talking about you, he can't stop himself for some reason, he just enjoys sharing little details and stories and things about you amd, oh gosh Rosie you should hear this thing that happened the other day it was just the most charming little--

I want this man coming to take you back and he's kicking some door down and he finds you THROATING A GUY. I want it AWKWARD. I want him finding you doing something that immediately makes everyone involved go OH SHIT. I want some dude freaking out hollering "THE RADIO DEMON?!" because he and a buddy were spitroasting you on your hands and knees and you give a very recognizable "alastor????" around the dude's meat CLEARLY KNOWING THE GUY and your unlucky one night stand has his Oh Fuck moment as he makes perfect eye contact with the notorious cannibal who is currently witnessing this, uh, gentleman having his hand fisted in your hair as he--

Just the mental image of, it's the end of the night or even the morning and the fucking sun is coming up or, their time equivalent of sunrise since I don't think they have like days and nights, but, Alastor is just sitting there reading a book humming to himself, completely put together not a hair out of place, with candles going, a gentle song on the radio, and beside him you're just facedown completely naked in bed with welts all over your ass as his shadow gives you a nice aftercare massage. Dude just sips some coffee, humming and smirking as he regards you "now did we learn our lesson about... making impulsive unsafe decisions without consulting our partner?"

you, still face down as your legs still refuse to stop shaking: that if I want to get fucked really hard all I have to do is commit adultery?

Alastor, who has recently discovered all the Super Fun New Ways he can fuck 'discipline' you for riling him up and getting him jealous on purpose because now that he's finally acting like this it's all but making you a cat in heat 'being a brat', smiling with legitimate sadistic glee as he reaches for a pair of leather gloves: incorrect :)

#yandere hellaverse #yandere x reader #yandere hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #yandere stuff #AND THEN VOX FINDS OUT AND HES SO FUCKING JEALOUS. 'OH SO YOU CAN FUCK T H E M BUT NOT ME' $*$&“#sinprompts #hh

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charlottecutepie · 2 months

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˚⋆𐙚｡⋆ Married!William Afton x fem!reader headcanons

tags: nsfw, smut, cheating, dry humping, drunk!reader, corruption, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, car sex, doggy style, riding, hand job, age difference, pet names, lil bit of dirty talk?, small daddy kink, kind of manipulator William

Married!William, who has admired you for a very long time. Ever since you came into his life, his mind has been clouded by you. At first you were nothing more but a good friend of his wife, then you became like her second daughter. Clara doted on you, trusted you her kids and even went to the beauty salon with you on weekends.

Married!William, who often gave his wife money for shopping, actually dreamed of giving all those dollars to you. Every time Clara came home with a bunch of bags of new clothes, he was looking forward to seeing what you bought for yourself.

Married!William, who knew that you were younger than his wife. Despite the similarity of your character, your common hobbies and interests, you were very different from Clara in many ways.

Married!William, who was more than glad to see you in his house. Since you often looked after his kids as Clara asked you to. When William was working at home, he'd go downstairs to the kitchen and always pass by the living room where you were playing with Evan and Elizabeth. William would stop, leaning against the wall, holding a mug of his favourite coffee in his hands and look at you, admire you, crave you.

Married!William, who thought you were such a good girl. So kind, always ready to help, so merciful. You easily managed to find common ground with his children, even with Michael. One day, when Clara came home from work very late, and kids had been sleeping in their beds for a long time thanks to you, she couldn't help but hug you and thank you for your care. William chuckled as he noticed how embarrassed you were by his wife's words. Well, he'll definitely take note of it, you like being praised.

Married!William, who loves watching you cook together with his wife. You don't have much baking experience, so your cute face was confused in the process. The way you always asked if you were doing right by adding a certain ingredient to chocolate bread. William was even a little lost, in his head your question “am I doing right” would suit perfectly when your cute hands would be wrapped around his cock.

Married!William, who noticed how perfect his wife's cute little hair clip looked on you, only more enhancing your charm. When did Clara give it to you?

Married!William who's been finding any opportunity to be close to you, touching you when nobody's looking.

Married!William, who was pleasantly surprised to learn that you're not so innocent. One such occasion was a birthday party hosted by his wife at their house, where William caught your eyes on him, studying him, despite the crowd of people surrounding you.

Married!William, who noticed your lips slightly parted as you exhaled a contented sigh. “You're looking awfully handsome right now.” you mumbled softly to him when he approached you as everyone were busy chatting and laughing, their focus shifting away from the two of you.

Married!William, who saw that you were drunk and decided to take advantage of it. You obviously overdid it with alcohol as your vision blurry and your head spin like crazy. It was also very stuffy and hot, or maybe it was just because of William, you didn't knew.

“You need to freshen up, little one.” he offered, carefully taking the glass from your hand. You looked at him questioningly for a moment before you burst out laughing, realizing how tipsy you really were. Before you knew it, he had steered you towards a nearby bathroom, all empty and quiet enough for you two.

Married!William, who watched you from behind, his gaze riveted on the curves of your body, shimmering in the light of the lamps in the bathroom. As soon as the water hit your face, he stepped closer until his chest pressed against your back. “I could fuck you right here.” he whispered, looking at your reflection in the mirror. When you snuggled up to him, William started grinding against you sensually. His bulge pressed harder against your ass when his hands roamed over your body. “Do you want this, doll? Tell me you do.”

Married!William who got you all wet and needy for his cock as he humped against you, holding your jaw so your eyes would never leave mirror reflection. You couldn't help but sink back against him, silently begging for more, your drunk mind couldn't process situation. And William loved every minute of this, finally he got you.

Married!William who came hard in his pants from rubbing himself against you through clothes. His groans in your ear and his hand groping your clothed breasts. He holds you tighly while your drunk head spins and you nearly fall from how hard he ruts his hips into you.

Married!William who fucked you the next day while no one was home. Using your hangover and that you barely remember anything from party night as he pounds you on sofa. You on all fours with your butt up, your moans and gasps filling the empty house as William breathes and groans behind you, thrusting into your little cunt.

Married!William, who stopped the car near the store as his wife went out to “buy something really quick”, leaving you alone with her husband. The moment she disappeared through the door of the store, he decided to take the lead. “She has left us alone for a little while, let's make use of it.” you looked at him hesitantly and he laughed. “C'mon, pretty girl. Don't wanna miss out on this perfect opportunity, do we?”

Married!William, who eats you out on their doubled with Clara bed while she's away. “Such a pretty little cunt,” he groans, using his long rough fingers to spread your delicate folds. Next second his face is stuffed in your pussy and he gently sucks and swirls circles on your sensitive clit. “mhmhm. . .” pretty dangerous situation, considering that his wife should be coming home soon, but oh, he doesn’t care.

Married!William, who tells you that you're many times better than his wife, in absolutely everything, only with you all his dreams and fantasies come true. “My marriage has been a sham for so long. . . with her all I get is indifference while i'm stuck pretending everything is fine just for appearances.” there's a shadow of bitter resentment and contempt on his face, he has you sitting on his lap as his fingers are tucking your hair behind your ear. “You're everything my wife would never be.” and you think a lot about his words.

Married!William, who makes sure that his wife and children are asleep, everyone in their beds, snoring, and Clara didn't even feel William get out of their bed. She was too tired at work to wake up at such noises. He quietly gets dressed and grabs the car keys. He's going to spend the night in your place.

Married!William, who comes to your doorstep with flowers, your favourite ones, and you can't help but laugh shyly when you let him in. God, this man knows a lot about you. Of course, he heard interesting stuff about you from his wife, she even gossiped to him about your exes. William was more than damn glad to know that he's the first man with whom you have such a big age difference, and should he mention he loves this dynamic?

Married!William, who sees that you have prepared for your “little date”, even put on beautiful lace underwear in a delicate lavender colour. Oh fucking god, when was the last time he saw a woman that sexy?

Married!William, who have the most sensual, but at the same time animalistic sex with you, who fucks you like rabbit in all poses and angles. The way you're both hungry for each other. “i can't, i can't,” he groans, his dick is getting hard again after he just fucked you in missionary. “i need to be inside you again, pretty girl, have you cum on my cock again.” as he has you lying wearily on your side from just being fucked, but he doesn't have enough and settles in from behind, rubbing his cock against your throbbing hole. And despite how tired and sleepy you're feeling, you still let him use you and fuck you the way he wants, and you'd damn lie if you'd say you aren't loving every second of it.

Married!William who turned you into a little crying mess. He tears off orgasm after orgasm from you, your eyes crossed, your throat hurts from loud whines and moans, your voice breaks, your sopping cunt is ruined and filled with his seed, however he doesn't plan to stop. “Sensitive girl. . . squeezing me so tight, gonna make me cum again soon, ughh” he murmurs into your lips.

Married!William, who destroyed you and your mind, corrupted you and forced you to play completely by his rules. Yeah, he craved you, but now he's made you crave him back. You couldn't live a day without thoughts about him, he literally forced you to need his touch, words of praise and his cock. He turned you into his desperate girl who always needed to have her pussy well fucked.

Married!William, who cutely talked to his wife as if nothing had happened, sweetly asking her about her work and girl friends, while you clearly saw the subtle indifference in his eyes. When she turned her back on him, continuing to answer questions and talk about her day, William winked at you. Your heart stopped beating. You were ready to howl and cry just to have him touch you, your body needs him, and there's nothing you can do about it.

Married!William, whose wife left into another room for a phone talk and you literally jump on him, kiss him on the lips and don't give a fuck about Clara at all. William doesn't even push you away, but sits on the couch and revels in you, wraps one arm around you and squeezes your ass with the other. In response you groan in his mouth, and Clara can hear it just perfectly, so her voice from other room asks: “hey, Y/n, did you say something?”

Married!William, whose wife doesn't notice your kisses and touches while she's literally next to you, you really must except for William's hand to squeeze your inner thigh or his fingers to rub you through your panties, if Clara doesn't see and busy with something. But you're walking on thin ice and no one knows what'll happen if you break it.

Married!William who lets you touch his cock through his clothes while Clara has her back to you. You perfectly see the huge bulge in his pants and bite your lips in anticipation, already imagining how well it would fill you, as if perfectly sculptured for your cunt. And finally you release his cock from his pants and frantically jerk him off, feeling how tense and madly hard he is. William takes a deep breath and smiles at you, bucks his hips a little and thrusts into your hand. And all this while Clara is very close and can turn to you at any moment, that's risky, but fuck it.

Married!William, who lets you ride him while you're both at the backseat of his car, him talking to his wife on the phone, and you can barely contain your moans cuz he doesn't stop fucking you. You bounce on his cock and pray that it never ends, because no one has ever railed you so well. Your pussy so wet and dripping that it creates absolutely dirty slapping sounds, but William doesn't seem to give a fuck bout it all as he stares at you through his fogged up glasses while blowing kisses to his wife on his phone.

Married!William who's cock twitches inside you as you sob “daddy” in your angelic whiny voice. You immediately reach for a tender kiss as he barely has time to hang up, you move your hips, trying to drive his cock deeper, your walls flutter around his shaft and you whisper “cum inside me, please, please, please” and William loses it, throws the phone far away and grabs you by the waist, fucking you dumb on his dick. He grits his teeth and his jaw clenched as he's being swallowed by warmth and wetness of your cunt.

Married!William, who can't help but groans loudly and finishes inside you, giving you what you want. You cum around his cock, rolling your hips in slow motion, your pussy spasming around him. You press your whole body against him and kiss his neck, leaving small bites and beautiful hickeys as you both dissolve into pleasure.

#william afton smut #fnaf x reader #fnaf william afton #steve raglan x reader #william afton x reader #steve raglan smut #william afton #dilf william #fnaf x y/n #fnaf smut

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jwirecs · 7 months

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RECOMMENDED BTS FICS OF SEPTEMBER 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my bts recs of september! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Head Over Skates || @mercurygguk🔞💔🔄

↳ in which jeon jungkook is the captain of the hockey team and one of the biggest fuckboys on campus. you hate his guts and he knows it – that's why he's more than determined to make the most of three weeks of project work. you're convinced it's going to be the end of you.

My Heart Did || @aseaofyoongi🔞💔✅

↳ as soon as senior years comes to an end a lot of teens shed who we were and strive to be flourish into a more polished version of themselves. although, broken hearts aren’t so quick to heal what happens when thoughts reveal all we need to know?

Bad Idea || @back2bluesidex🔞💕✅

↳ Accepting Jungkook's invitation to watch him train topless was such a bad idea.

Don't Tell Me That... You Forgot || @sweetiestokkie💕✅

↳ (short summary that i have come up with since there wasnt one, but oc plans a secret birthday for jk. so we have a lil ol angy jjk.)

Just The Tip? || @joon4eva🔞💕✅

↳ you and namjoon are left alone together for a little too long. or: in your childhood home, you learn just how much is really "just the tip" with namjoon.

My Flower || @i-am-baechu💕✅💯

↳ Men don’t get enough flowers. That’s why whenever it’s Namjoon’s birthday, Y/N always sends flowers (someone please get me a boo so that i can give them flowers.)

Socks || @hisunshiine💕✅

↳ (theres no summary but if we talking about socks, his god dam toe socks lives in my mind rent free and i need it to start paying rent.)

Take Care Of You || @kookslastbutton🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ To keep your fiance from burning out you suggest a weekend getaway to Gapyeong, a charming town about an hour outside Seoul. You've specifically asked him to leave his work equipment at home but like a deep rooted habit, he still brings it with him. You're left with no choice but to find a way to get his attention back.

When I Say Forever || @kookslastbutton🔞💕✅💯

↳ Today’s your wedding day and the slightly shy yet handsome, doe-eyed stranger who chased after you when you dropped your wallet on the street three years ago just happens to be the man standing before you today.

7 Hybrids Moved In With Me || @lillsisamarshmallow💕💔🔄

↳ When the dog hybrid who visits her bakery starts taking extra food Y/N follows it through the alleys to find out why, but what happens when she stumbles upon an empty alley only to find 6 more hybrids and some very familiar pastries?

Entangled || @caelesjjk🔞✅💯

↳ Jeon Jungkook is Spider-Man.

Hold Me Together || @casuallyimagining💕🔄💯

↳ a collection of drabbles and headcanons featuring seokjin, yoongi, and namjoon and their significant others.... all of whom have chronic illnesses. each piece can be read on its own or as part of a series.

Leaked || @btsficsandsuch💕💔✅

↳ Req by OP's Followers: Hi ,I love your writing so much . Can I request a ot7 × platonic fem reader where they became friends accidentally and she is also their fan but something happens like a misunderstanding of sorts and she is blamed or something then when the truth comes out they ask for her forgiveness but don't make her forgive them easily also include an accident in between story if you can. Sorry if it's too confusing .have a good day

Stars Around My Scars || @vanteggukie💕💔🔄

↳ people are not always what they seem. you learned that the hard way, when you caught your boyfriend cheating, the night that was supposed to be one of the best ones you ever experienced. but on the same night you also learned that in everything bad, there’s always a little bit of good.

Rainy Days || @rklve🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ your life choices left not only yours, but jungkook's heart broken in peaces. now you're back in town, and just like pluto, even if it's cold and dark, he tends to orbit around his sun forever.

Taste Of His Own Medicine || @btsficsandsuch💔✅💯

↳ You suddenly have to leave to go back to your home country for a few months. Yoongi decides to ignore you so you decide to show him how it feels when he realizes you’re gone.

The Back Up Plan || @btsgotjams27💕✅💯

↳ one drunken night leads to an agreement that if you and jungkook are still single by 30, you'd marry each other. the only thing is jungkook has been doing everything he can to keep you single.

Aphrodite In War || @jungblue🔞💕💔🔄

↳ Everyone knew about the war that had been brewing on the edge of campus for the past two years. Sorority versus Fraternity; a showdown for the ages. However, when the escalating antics between them yields the consequence of possible suspensions for both chapters, the presidents of each house must come together to try and figure out how to end this battle… Which is kind of hard, considering they were the ones responsible for it in the first place.

Basic Needs || @gggukniverse🔞✅💯

↳ missing sex while being stuck in your apartment with your two roommates during quarantine is being the worst nightmare you could've imagined. fortunately, you're not the only one who's touch starved.

Safety Net || @pradaksj🔞💕💔✅

↳ on new year’s eve, you and jungkook reflect on each other’s entire year together.

Heart-On || @junghelioseok🔞✅💯💯

↳ your one-night stand definitely isn’t relationship material, but maybe—just maybe—your manager’s son is. (this is part of their serendipity series, make note that its not connected. do check out their jjk fic thats part of this series!!)

Territorial || @bonny-kookoo🔞💕🔄

↳ Who would've known that the big bad wolf isn't actually all that bad?

Do check out all of the other BTS Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

#bts scenarios #bts fluff #bts angst #bts smut #bts strangers to lovers au #bts hybrid au #bts friends to lovers au #bts roommates au #bts enemies to lovers au #bts established relationship au #bts fic recs #bts recs

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hi !! can u do angst for ethan?? where hes really distant & the reader thinks hes cheating because it really seems like it but in the end its all a big misunderstanding! thank you! ♥️♥️

seal your fate

fem!reader x ethan landry

warnings; sexual implications, jumping to conclusions, im no good at angst, litro wrote it and posted it so spelling and grammar errors!

a/n; I hope this is what u wanted, even though I did change it a little, or at least close :p and sorry it’s like super short but I’m really not good at tear jerking angst or like tooth rotting fluff. also title inspired by this

It’s been months since you met Ethan. Months of back and forth, and lingering touches at a frat parties. Compared to the troubles of your past, Ethan had become an easy constant in your life.

Through jokes of more, or Tara and her constant teasing – friendship had grown into a fit of butterflies in the pit of your stomach if he so much as glanced at you. Your friends swore it was obvious that Ethan was beginning to feel the same way; and you’d began to believe that. Now your mind is muddled with doubt, and your finger are wrapped around a solo cup a little too hard.

A ginger has her thin arms slung around Ethan’s neck, the boys back pressed to a door frame. Ethan’s hands are hovering awkwardly in the air, and he looks flustered. He really looks uncomfortable. You just can’t see past the way the girl fawns, glossy lips spreading into a charming smile as she teases him. Blush spreads across his nose bridge, and he does that thing where he chuckles, nervously tugging the hair at the nape of his neck.

Your fingers tingle at a memory the scene strikes, one wherein you straddled Ethan’s lap - and toyed with the curly hair in that same spot, lips slotted between his like a puzzle piece, breathing in his quiet whines and pleas for more.

You turn to the guy at your side, lips etching into a tight smile, before you bid a quick goodbye and head for the kitchen - tossing your full cup into the overflowing trash can and slipping out the patio door.

You’re not even out of the yard when your phone pings from your pocket, a text that has you frowning lighting up your phone

e 😵‍💫 : where r you??

and for the first time in months, you leave him on read.

Weeks of avoiding, and missed calls don’t seem to deter Ethan. He’s relentless in his efforts to get a reply from you, to the point that he has chad questions you and your reasons for ignoring his new best friend. It’s frustrating, and you actually want to laugh aloud when Mindy corners you in the bathroom, prying at you for an answer.

“He’s not as into me as you think okay, just stop pressing me” you rolled your eyes, demanding she not bring it up again. For once — Mindy actually listened to you. Or so you thought.

Walking along aisles and aisles full of textbooks and biographies, you let out a frustrated groan, glancing down to the paper in your hand and back up at the shelf. You squint at the spines, reading off titles and authors quietly until you reach the end of the section your book should be in. Crumpling the paper in your fist you spin on your heel, ready to give up when your slammed into a firm chest, and large hands wrap around your biceps.

Warmth fills your veins, and your body relaxes into the embrace on impact, eye lids fluttering closed when the scent of his after shave fills your head.

Your body collides with the books shelf, his hands caging you in, dark eyes glaring down at you. Rarely have you ever seen Ethan upset. The way his jaw clenched as he contemplates what to say to you has your breath a little uneven, and you can’t help but swoon, you’ve been without Ethan for far too long – even if you’re the reason for not seeing him.

“Why’re you telling Mindy I’m not into you?”

“ ‘cause you’re not Ethan”

“What the hell are you talking about”

“I saw you at that party with that girl, she was very pretty E, you don’t need to act like you’re into me - if you’re worried it’ll make things awkward it won’t - ”

Ethan’s brows crease, a low groan slipping past his lips “What girl? There is no girl” with the way he’s looking down at you, it’s almost easy to believe you could be with him.

“Yes there was. I thought we had some sort of agreement, or that our feelings were mutual. I should’ve expressed I’m not interested in sharing, that’s completely my fault -“

“Good god, Shutup with whatever you’re on about, and please believe me when I tell you; I’m not interested in sharing either, and whatever you think you saw was not what it looked like because I am really fucking into you”

Your lips part in shock, face flushing red, eyes widening as you stare up him, watching as his lips etch into the sly smirk you’ve been deprived of “you want me, you’ve got me” he mumbles, head tilting downwards ever so slightly, lips gently pecking yours.

“but! you can’t introduce me as your boyfriend”

you frown

“it’s gotta go like “this is my husband Ethan” or something”

#scream iv #scream 6 #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x you #my inbox 🫧#🖤 ; lex talks 2 anons!

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Stay Alive (8)

BTS poly!ot7 x Reader

Magical Creatures AU

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Warnings: None

NOT BETA READ (I did try the best to my ability)

With you finding a set rhythm within the following week, you had gotten used to all the boys who were usually seen together in a group. Most often it was the two youngest who craved your attention while one of the older boys was there to mediate their personalities so as to not overwhelm you. However you found them entertaining, cooing at them often from how they acted with each other.

You had been sitting in the common room with them playing a game of poker–without gambling–with the two rowdy boys and two of the eldest. Hobi sat looking over his cards while Jin kept scolding the boys for being too loud or poking at each other.

Within their dynamic you were quick to see that Jin took on a paternal role while Hobi was more a calming presence that taught them things. He was patient with them. Sometimes—other times he would look at them with the most fear inducing glare that made you tremble even if it wasn’t aimed at you.

“I win!” Taehyung grinned as he slammed down his cards.

“You always win!” Jungkook groaned, looking over the boy's cards.

“Because I'm just that lucky.” Taehyung teased the younger boy.

Jungkook began to glare as he realized something about Taehyung’s cards. “You're cheating!”

Taehyung gasped loudly, looking offended. “No I'm not!” He crossed his arms with a pout.

“Yes you are!” Jungkook glared. “I can see you changing the cards! Hobi Hyung! Tell him to stop!” The boy looked at his Hyung, pointing at Taehyung who dropped his shoulders when Hobi glanced at him.

“Calm down, Kook. It's fine.” You gave a light smile, trying to get the boy to stop pouting.

With him sitting to your left, the boy sat close to you. “He's still cheating.” He jutted his lip out, slumping over in his seat as you looked at him.

“Tae, you know the rules.” Hobi spoke up, giving the boy a look.

“Sorry.” Taehyung also sat back in his chair, scooting closer to you just a bit. You smiled slightly at the way he wanted attention after being scolded. He was an adult but his charm was boyish. It was his personality you found to be adorable for someone like him.

You noticed both him and Jungkook tended to act the same. However Jungkook found a way to keep his wants to himself while Taehyung wasn’t shy about them. One was outgoing while the other was reserved. They were the exact same and yet so different.

“Have any of you seen Jimin?” All four of you turned around to find Namjoon walking over to the table.

“Have you checked the pool?” Jin immediately spoke up, looking at the tall man with a worried expression.

“I have but he wasn't there.” Namjoon sighed. “Which is very odd.”

“He is normally always there?” You asked, tilting your head to the side.

“He's claimed it as his own room honestly.” Jin shook his head. “He's only ever out of it when they close it.”

“Does he enjoy water?” You smiled lightly.

“Understatement of the year.” Namjoon huffed, shaking his head.

“We'll help you find him.” You told the man, coming to a stand. The others were quick to follow your steps, moving to help find their friend.

The boys began to bicker about who would be that one to go with you, however you told them it was best to just go on your own. You would cover much more ground. Namjoon had to pull them away when they tried to continue sticking with you.

You walked away from them with a smile on your face, a laugh bubbling up from your throat. It had been so long since you had met someone like them. It was refreshing to know that they didn’t allow their sicknesses to change their personalities.

You might not have met many of the other patients in the facility but you knew that the boys were very close and found solace in each other. You could only wish to have a friendship like theirs.

You had passed by the make-shift park underground, stopping to look inside and calling out for the man Nmajoon was looking for. However, with only one person in the whole greenroom, they had explained to you that Jimin wasn’t there. They too expressed that you should check in the pool area. With a frown, you decide to double back over Namjoon’s search and go to the pool yourself.

You had entered through the locker rooms hallway, looking around hoping to find him outside. However when no one was seen and no one answered when you called, you began to look deeper into the men and women's locker rooms. There wasn’t anyone in either which made you frown.

As you stepped back out into the hallway, you heard movement coming from a staircase down at the end. The case was positioned in the middle of an intersection that had the entrances to the pool. You heard humming coming from up the stairs so you slowly started to climb up them.

“I’m standing at the edge. Not yet, Not yet.” Your feet almost tripped on a step as you seemed to freeze at the sound of the person’s voice.

“I won’t look back. Now yeah, now yeah.” You had reached the very top of the steps looking into a door that led into a big room.

Your breath hitched as you saw the person’s black moon tattoos that covered his back. His head was thrown back as he continued to sing to himself calmly. “Fly away, butterfly. Finally free.”

Your body seemed to shut down as your eyes grew cloudy, keeping your vision directly on the man that had been in his own world. You began to shuffle closer without noticing, trying to reach him. He seemed to walk closer to the edge of something, turning around to face you. However he kept his eyes closed, mouth in a grin as he kept singing.

“Look at me now. I won't stop, even if they mock me. Going insane to stay sane. Raise your hands for the past me.” And then he fell backwards.

That seemed to bring you out of your stupor, your eyes growing wide as you screamed and rush towards the end. “No wait!” You gasped as you fell down to the floor, leaning over the edge to find the olympic size pool at the bottom.

You took in a large breath, scolding yourself for not realizing it was just a diving ledge. You were too busy listening to man’s beautiful voice to even notice where you were. Your lips pulled up as you felt stupid.

“Everything alright!?” You turned down to look at the man wading around in the pool, his eyes looking up.

“Yeah.” You called back down. “It's fine.” You glanced around for a moment before getting up to make your way down. Walking down into the hallway you had entered, your eyes fell onto the racks of towels by the entrance to the main pools so you moved to grab one.

“Are you alright?” You asked, once you made your way to the edge of the pool. You feet shuffled closer, watching as the man swam his way over, laying his arms on the ledge and staring up at you.

“Yeah.” He gave you a dazzling smile. “It was just a diving ledge.” There was a teasing tone in his voice which made you smile bashfully.

“I realized that a bit too late.” You softly spoke. You shivered as he seemed to lay his head on his arms, keeping his eyes on you. “You're going to catch a cold.” You bent down to look him in the eye. “Here.” You placed the towel on your lap, showing it as an invitation to get out of the pool.

“I'm fine.” He hummed. “I'm used to it.” He still pulled himself out of the pool, running his hand through his wet hair. You kept your eyes up on his face, not wanting to be met with his torso. You had gotten a peak when he pulled himself up and you did not want to look down to his waist. Much too distracting.

“You should still dry your hair.” You frowned, reaching up to pat his hair.

“I'm fine. It's better for me anyways.” He still allowed you to dry his hair, dropping his shoulders at the feeling. When you pulled back, he brushed the towel out of his face to get a better look at you. “What's your name?”

“(Y/N).” His eyebrows raised, lips twitching at the soft look on your face.

“Ah, I see.” He said. “I finally get to meet you. Shameful I'm the last one. I'm Jimin.” He bowed to you.

You moved your head down, quickly looking up when you realized who he was. “Namjoon is looking for you.” You told him.

“I know.” He shrugged, turning around and heading to a bag that was on a bench.

When you noticed he just took a seat and didn’t bother asking for more details you decided to continue. “You should get going so he's not worried.”

“I'll get to him. No rush.” He took a sip of a water bottle. “It's nothing important.”

“How do you know?” You frowned.

“What can he possibly have to tell me? Nothing has changed here in years.” He paused for a moment, eyes glancing your way. “ At least not until now.” He quietly spoke to himself.

You hummed, asking him to repeat what he had said. “Nothing.” He smiled softly.

“Well, I told him I'd come find you so now you have to go so I don't get on his bad side.” You walked closer, moving to shoo the boy out the bench and into the locker room to change.

“Hardly.” Jimin snorted, becoming dead weight as you tried to push him. He giggled, but got up after letting you struggle for a bit. “Fine. I'll be nice.”

“Thank you.” You beamed at him, which made him cough to cover up the blush forming. “Of course.”

You waited for him outside of the locker room, rocking on the balls of your feet. As he took a bit longer, Namjoon had walked back into the pool area, explaining to you he hadn’t found the boy. Just as you were going to tell him where Jimin was, the man himself walked out of the boy's locker room.

“Jimin, there you are.” Namjoon frowned. “Where were you?”

“I was in the pool.” Jimin shrugged nonchalantly.

“I checked.” Namjoon stressed. “You weren't there.”

“Maybe I didn't want to be found.” The boy sighed, looking off to the side with a bored expression.

You were about to say something however your pager had buzzed indicating someone needed you. You frowned when you noticed how another nurse was asking for your assistance with a smaller patient. “I have to go real quick but I'll be back.” You spoke up.

“Just in case I don't see you again, please have a good day Jimin!” You gave him a bow, large smile on your face. The boy’s breath got caught in his throat as he watched you skip away, your words bouncing around in his head.

He hadn’t ever met someone who could make him feel like he wasn’t confident in himself. He’ll always have that to his own personality, however for some reason when you spoke to him it seemed as though he would forget about himself completely. He wasn’t able to sense you like most of his friends could, however with how you doted on him when he got out of the pool it turned him to mush. The way you carefully dried his hair for worry of him getting sick.

Most of his nurses tended to just get his things out of the way for fear of having him talk to them, but you didn’t seem to care. He was sure you had no clue what you were doing. It made him smile to think about how innocent you truly were. He wanted to keep you safe. Just as he was sure all the others do too.

“After meeting you, I think I will.”

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97ft · 1 year

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[ 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 ]

⚠︎ WARNiNGS | Smut (18+), Dilf! Stepdad! Aged Up! Jungkook, Stepcest, Infidelity, Cheating, Daddy Kink, Corruption Kink, Dacryphilia, Dry Humping, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Creampies, Finger Sucking, Face Fucking, Swallowing

Jungkook had a such knack for playing dumb, it just made everything enjoyable to him. Especially around you—your reactions were priceless. Your eyes would widen, your face would heat up, he loved it. He loved it all.

Your mother wasn’t going to be home for a few months, so Jungkook took her absence as a sign to finally remodel his house. He also took it as a sign to make you his lovely assistant.

Jungkook enjoyed messing with your head as he changed the cabinets, doorknobs, the sink faucets, tables—anywhere. And the counters—oh the counters.

“I’m sure these counters’ll be used by us soon” he smiled with a glint in those brown eyes of his. “Used by us?” you questioned, not understanding.

Or at least not understanding—yet.

Much like the renovation plan Jungkook had for the house, he had a plan for you and him.

But now he was adding a new desk in his office, and as always you were dragged along.

That plain white t-shirt of Mr. Jeon's did nothing in terms of hiding his large muscles as he hammered a nail in place. How could he stand there in all his sweaty glory and still look like some Hollywood movie star? All you could do is stand there, holding the rest of the small pieces of metal in your hand.

“Could you hand me another nail?” he questioned. Without hesitation—you did. Looking down at you as you gave him the nail, he shot you such a charming grin that would make anyone melt. “Thank you, sweetheart.” said, winking at you. “So good for me” he murmured before going back to his work. “So, so good”

All you could do was stand there, burning up.

Jungkook smiled on the inside at the way your expression changed ever so slightly. He knew one thing about you very well—he affected you. He affected you so, so much. But after all, that was his perfect plan.

Later that evening, you’d catch him lounging on his new couch with his chin resting on his hand. His other hand was occupied holding a cup of coffee.

Who drinks coffee at ten at p.m?

Mr. Jeon's eyes were trained on your form, following every move you made towards him. He set his coffee down the moment you stood in front of him to hold your wrists, pulling you to his thighs. Bringing his lips to your ear, you felt his breath against your neck. “Do you like me, baby?”

His question caught you off guard. “Y-yes?” you answered timidly. “Yes?” Mr. Jeon repeated. “So how about…” he paused, trailing off. “Do you want me?”

“Want you?” you questioned him, clearly not expecting the blunt question you’d been dying to ask him all along.

Mr. Jeon rolled his eyes and tsked, “Oh don’t think I’m dumb—I see the way you look at me. You look at my hands, look at my lips, look at my thighs,” Your face was practically burning under his gaze. “And don’t get me started on what I hear from your bedroom”

He knows about the bedroom?

Mr. Jeon was rubbing the back of your neck endearingly as he continued. “You sounded so pretty moaning my name like that” he smiled “Wanna hear you, baby. Will you let me?”

You decided to make eye contact with the man who probably knows more that you expected. Slowly, you nodded. “Yeah?” he questioned gently, just to make sure. The nod you gave him back ensured your answer.

“Oh, baby” he groaned before bringing your lips to his.

You swore your eyes rolled to the back of your head the moment he kissed you. Had he wanted this as much as you, maybe even more? You decided it didn’t matter as your hands found their way to his salt and pepper hair. The kiss made you gasp for air.

Mr. Jeon's thumb hooked in-between your shorts, pulling the clothing off you successfully. The feeling of his clothed boner made you moan into the now make-out session between the both of you.

Much to Mr. Jeon's disappointment, you pulled away first. Although, he wouldn’t be disappointed for long.

“Daddy~” you whined, still gripping his hair while placing kisses on his neck “please touch me”

Mr. Jeon smiled at your neediness, opting to take you to his bedroom.

Setting you down on his bed, he removed the rest of your clothes. “So pretty, baby” he praised, taking in your form. Laying a hand on your thigh, he spread your legs open for him. “You want Daddy to touch you, baby?” You nodded, desperately needing something—anything.

Mr. Jeon rubbed his middle finger up and down your aching heat before slipping it inside you. Attempting to slide in his ring finger, he shifted his gaze to your face. Your bottom lip was tucked in-between your teeth as you watched his finger dip inside you.

Wetness coated Mr. Jeon's fingers as he fastened his pace. Your hand made its way to his wrist in an attempt to help relieve some of the pleasure you got from him. You hadn’t felt like this before—the pleasure was almost too much. Mr. Jeon could tell.

From the way your moans rang loudly in his ears to seeing tears threaten to fall from your eyes—he knew.

Your moans grew into broken mewls for him. “D-Daddy…m'gonna c-cum”. Mr. Jeon's fingers curled, “You’re gonna cum?”. With your bottom lip still tucked in your teeth, you grinned and nodded at him.

Slowly pulling his fingers out, he was amused at your whines and protests. “M'sorry, angel” he apologized “Want you to cum on my dick though”. His words made your ears perk up, you wanted his dick so badly. You almost felt like you couldn’t wait anymore.

Tugging on his boxers, Mr. Jeon yanked them down, letting it pool at his ankles before he stepped out of it. He kept that thin sleeveless shirt of his on though—he enjoys the idea of you being completely nude and him somewhat clothed. If you ask, he doesn’t really know why.

But maybe he does.

Placing your attention onto Mr. Jeon, your eyes flew to his dick. It was hard and leaking pre-cum on his shirt. Taking in your reaction, Mr. Jeon smirked darkly. He flipped you over, letting him have a full view of your cunt as the top half of your body laid down his bed. Giving your ass a spank, he gripped the base of his cock and rubbed the tip up and down your sopping hole. You let out a small whimper, fueling Mr. Jeon's urge to fuck you even more.

Lining the tip up with your hole, he pushed in letting you try your best and adjust to his size.

On the other hand, you felt his cock stretching out your hole. The stretch made you moan—you loved the feeling. At this point, you were worried he wouldn’t fit. “Daddy,” you whimpered, trying your best not to moan “W-what if you c-can’t fit”

Mr. Jeon's eyes landed on yours as he was pushing his dick into you with utmost concentration. He knew you were tight—just maybe not this tight. But your question certainly had an answer, an answer he might enjoy as a matter of fact. “Oh, my baby~” he cooed “Then Daddy’ll just have to make it fit”

His words shot butterflies into your tummy.

Gripping your hips, Mr. Jeon rammed his pelvis straight into your hips. His action caused tears to fall from your face.

Grabbing onto the sheets, more tears fell from your face. “D-Daddy’s so big” you moaned, your mind clouded from how big his dick is. “Daddy dick’s big, baby?” You nodded your head, too hazy to speak. Mr. Jeon's dick shoved deeper into you, “Bet you like Daddy’s big cock, don’t you like it when I stretch you out?”

The only thing that left your mouth were moans, but Jungkook needed an answer. Pulling on your hair, your teary eyes looked back at him. “You like it when Daddy fucks you with his big cock?”

“Uh-huh” you mewled. Drool was falling from your mouth while Mr. Jeon's hand wrapped around your neck, letting go of your hair. The new grip let his cock ram into you deeper than before. You let out little squeaks that developed into cries out of his name. “That’s what I like to hear, angel,” Jungkook groaned.

Letting out a particularly high moan, your fingernails dug into the palm of your hands. “Daddy!” you cried out pathetically “M'gonna cum f-for you”

“You’re gonna cum for me?” Mr. Jeon questioned back, teasing you a little. “Y-yes…Yes! Just for you Daddy, please!” Bending down, he placed kisses on your neck. “Go ahead, cum for me, baby. Cream Daddy’s cock”

You did as he said, his cock sending you over the edge. Your toes curled as more and more tears flowed down your face. Broken cries for Mr. Jeon left your pretty lips while white liquid appeared on his cock. The sight makes Jungkook have to cum too.

Slamming your hips against his, white strings of cum filled your pussy to the brim. Mr. Jeon's head was thrown back, he groaned deeply as he shot his cum inside your throbbing pussy.

Pulling out, thick white cum leaked from your cunt onto your thighs. Gathering some up with his fingers, he held it up to your lips. “Suck on em’, baby”. Looking up at him with teary eyes, you fulfilled his intention. Your tongue swirled around his digits, licking them clean, tasting your cum mixed with his.

Jungkook picked up your panties off the floor and used to cloth to wipe away the mess of cum the both of you’d made. Your panties were now unmistakably wet—too bad. It’s not like you’d honestly be needing them anymore. Jungkook tucked you under the covers with him and kissed you goodnight despite you already being fast asleep in his arms. Your tear stained cheeks were so cute to him, he observed as you fell asleep in his arms.

The next morning you made it to the bathroom before Mr. Jeon.

“Mornin’, baby” His groggy voice startles you as he enters his bathroom, not bothering to kick the door shut behind him like usual. His big arms found your waist, hugging you from behind. He groans a little when his chin lands on your shoulder. He let out a yawn, “Woke up so early, angel” Meeting your eyes in the mirror, his seductive gaze threw you off. “Such a shame you didn’t wake me up with you,” he cooed “Normally wake up earlier but…you certainly seemed to- well, I’m sure you know.” he chuckled.

His words always left you so tongue tied, even now.

Mr. Jeon sounds like he’s high, or maybe drunk even. If anything he could confirm he’s probably high on you—it’s just his morning voice.

You finished brushing your teeth, trying to deny that you’re horny for your own step-father at only nine a.m.

Jungkook's hooded eyes meet yours once more. Lifting your shirt up, he discovered the lack of panties underneath. “D-Daddy I-”

He smiled, “Wearing my shirt with nothin’ under?”

He lifted your body up onto the bathroom counter. “Wanted a round two this morning…”

Jungkook lifted your shirt above your tits, giving him a full view of your chest. Taking your now hardened nipple in his fingers, he tweaked it. The action caused a broken whimper to escape your lips. “So pretty,” Mr. Jeon groaned under his breath. Parting your legs, he noticed your wetness dripping on his counters. Reaching in his boxers, he pulled out his dick and slowly pushed it inside you. Much to his slight delight—you still weren’t used to his size. You weren’t sure you’d ever get used to him.

You threw your head back, feeling Mr. Jeon's dick brush against your cervix. He felt it too, his hips stuttered—"Awe, am I that deep inside your little pussy, baby?“

He smiled tiredly, your chest was heaving up and down so prettily as he fucked you. Jungkook's fast paced thrusts turned long and drawn out. You gasped when you felt the oh-so familiar knot form in your stomach. Your hand found its way to your boob, kneading the flesh. "Daddy!” Your head bumped against the mirror. Your back was arching as you clenched down on Mr. Jeon's cock. Your cunt was clenched around his cock so tightly, he wasn’t sure if he could move.

He watched with his mouth slightly hung open, his lips found your neck as he plants kisses all over you through your orgasm.

Jungkook hissed as he starts to move again, but he’s met with his own high, shooting ribbons of thick white liquid in your hole. Giving two last thrusts, he pulls out letting all his cum drip from your pretty cunt. His finger pushed his cum back inside you before he helped you down from the counter. Yanking his shirt off you, he turned on the shower.

“We’re gonna shower.”

Later that day, Mr. Jeon was doing some of the few paperwork he had to do. It wasn’t much—he was on vacation after all. Instead of dressing in his usual lounge wear, he wore the outfit he’d wear to work which comprised of a white button down shirt tucked into dress pants. You always thought his dress pants hugged his thighs nicely.

He sat at his desk, manspreading as he signed off papers with his signature when you walked in. You stood behind him looking at the papers with him.

Wrapping his arm around your waist, he pulled you closer until you sat on his thigh. Giving you a kiss on your neck, his eyes were still glued to the paper he was reading. “What’s up, buttercup?” he asked. You gave him a sigh as a response.

“I’m bored.”

“You’re bored?” he asked, raising his eyebrows but eyes still trained on the paper in front of him. You wished his eyes were trained on the person in front of him. “Mhm” you answered back, resting your head in the crook of his neck placing no distance between your bodies. Jungkook wanted to give you attention—he wanted to give you attention so badly that he was so close to forgetting about the papers. But Jungkook had such a knack for playing dumb, and he wanted to know how far you’d go just for him.

Mr. Jeon looked at you briefly. “Then find something to do” he said nonchalant, placing a quick kiss to your nose.

College assignments were due weeks from now and you didn’t feel like participating in group discussions either.

Suddenly, your interest pointed to his neck tie. You yanked on it, wrapping it around your hand and tugging on it causing Mr. Jeon to slightly move. His expression never faltered—he glanced at you once and went back to signing that paper.

You had enough of being ignored.

“Y'know, Daddy, there’s this boy at my campus” you said as if it wouldn’t affect Mr. Jeon. His eye brow perked up as he signed off another paper.

“A boy? What’s his name?”

“Name’s Jaemin. I- I Think he’s cute, he asked me to get coffee with him later” you continued, twirling his graying hair in your finger. “Later as in?” he questioned with a slight smile on his face, but he was burning up on the inside despite knowing exactly what you were doing.

“I think he wanted to go at around…seven?”

“Seven?” Mr. Jeon questioned, taken aback.

“Mhm—seven”

“I-Isn’t that a little late to get coffee?” he questioned again, taking his glasses off and setting them down. You shrugged, “Dunno, you’re still drinking coffee at ten. Don’t see why not.”

Jungkook blinked a few times, furrowing his eyebrows. “No, you’re not going out.” You mimicked what any twenty-something year old girl your age would do when their parent denied them from seeing someone they were interested in—"What do you mean no?“

Taking your wrists in his hands, Mr. Jeon spoke softly to you. "You’re not going out because I said so. After all, I pay for the insurance of your car.”

“But Daddy I-” You were cut off by a sharp spank to your ass.

Taking your face in his hands, Mr. Jeon spoke firmly to you. “You’re not going out and that’s the end of it.” he saw through your little game anyways, it was pretty clear to him. “Besides, I know you just want Daddy’s attention. Isn’t that right?”

Your lips parted, how did he see right through you?

“You’re so cute” he cooed, placing little pecks on your lips. You pouted, “M'still bored, though”

“Well I think I could fix that” he smiled ominously.

You buried your head between his neck and shoulder, “I’ll do anything, just don’t wanna be so bored”

“Anything?” he asked. You gave him a lazy nod.

He hummed, lifting the hem of your shirt slightly.

Technically—it was his shirt.

What he discovered brought him amusement. “No panties,” he chuckled “as expected”.

You exuded embarrassment at his words. Lifting your shirt above your head, Mr. Jeon had the only piece of clothing you had on in his hands. He scanned your body up and down with a small smirk on his face. “You’re so pretty, baby,” he cooed, pecking your neck and chest with kisses. “Baby’s the prettiest I’ve ever seen.”

“Wanna touch you, Daddy” you whined breathlessly. “You wanna touch Daddy?” he said with a grin on his face “go ahead and get on your knees for me then.”

You did as he said. Eager to please him, you sank to your knees. You watched in need as Mr. Jeon unbuckled his pants and pulled out his already hard dick from your ass rubbing against him.

“C'mere, baby. Don’t be shy.”

Letting you come closer, Mr. Jeon tapped the head of his cock against your bottom lip before sliding it down your throat. One of his hands held the back of your head as the other guided his dick down. Your eyes pricked with tears when the head pushed past your gag reflex. You rested your hand on his thigh to support your body when Mr. Jeon began thrusting his dick in and out of your mouth roughly.

He hissed between his teeth when your whimpers and the sounds of you choking on his dick filled the room. Tears were falling down your face the next time you looked up at him—you quickly reverted your eyes in embarrassment. “Ah, ah, ah, baby” Mr. Jeon chuckled roughly “Look at Daddy when he fucks your little m-mouth”.

Looking up at him, your teary gaze struggled to train on him. Tears continued to fall and fall from your eyes, “Baby looks so fuckin’ pretty when she cries, tears falling down your cheeks ‘n everything”

His dick felt so heavy in your mouth, you felt your wetness drip onto your thighs at the realization.

“Fuck” Mr. Jeon groaned, his grip tightening as he felt like he could cum any second.

“Gonna cum in your mouth, angel”. Quickly pulling out, he stroked his cock before all his cum landed in your mouth. As if it was second-nature to you, and much to Mr. Jeon's surprise, you swallowed.

A breathy chuckle left his lips, “What a little slut”

Readjusting his pants, he cleaned himself back up as if nothing happened. He helped you back up onto his lap and wrapped his arms around your waist.

Feeling tired, Mr. Jeon threw his head back in his chair. Immediately, he noticed something. The finishing touch to his plan of remodeling his house. “Wanna help me paint the walls?” he asked, getting excited over the thought of dragging you around the house with him once more. You sighed with a smile on your face as you toyed with the collar of his button-up shirt.

“I’d rather you paint my walls,” you said, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Your walls? We’d paint all the walls though- Oh.”

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hazybisou · 8 months

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❛ DO THE WRONG THING ❜

💋👥 remove my ring, and do the wrong thing with you babe

summary - y/n finds herself in a secret affair with her next-door neighbor mat, knowing her husband is the sweetest guy she’s ever met.

pairing - f!married!reader x mat barzal

warnings - cheating, alludes to sex, a little bit into a sex scene (just the beginning)

side note - this was based off of a song called do the wrong thing by trish toledo! i don’t support cheating but in this case i must 👍👍 also the reader’s husband is a sweatheart so i feel bad for doing this to him and but he doesn’t really show up in this and ya know. yuhhh. also college is better then i thought and my roommate is really nice and chill like she’s amazing and a girl’s girl. (this shit went way too far during the first small sex part and i immediately regretted it and i hate it so much that i will never be writing like that again)

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the moment she saw him, she knew she was fucked. he was fine as hell so of course it was hard to resist him. maybe that’s why she would find herself in his bed every once in a while, his arm wrapped around her waist, the covers of the bed over them, only covering them up to their waists. she’s married for christ’s sake. yet she was here with a man who hasn’t her husband.

y/n had met her husband, nathan, during her freshman year of college. they were great friends at first and then they kissed one night at a party. y/n was tipsy while nathan was sober. he knew they shouldn’t have kissed, especially considering the fact that she was drunk but that they were friends. best friends. but she put her lips on his.

they began dating a year later, the kiss never spoken of until a couple months after it had occurred. nathan confessed to her that he had feelings for her and she told him she did as well. it was true. she loved him. she loved him so much that they went ahead and got married at the age of 22 and 23.

y/n hated herself for what she was doing. she knew it was wrong of her to go and cheat on nathan like he was nothing. but mat made it difficult to resist.

he charmed her when he first met her one morning, on his way out to practice. she was just arriving from her morning workout and he was leaving for his. he went over and introduced himself.

“i’m mat.” he stuck out a hand and she shook it.

“y/n.”

mat stared at her for a quick second and noticed the way her chest went up and down. his eyes couldn’t help but travel down to her boobs and the rest of her body. he looked at her in eye and smiled.

“you’re a very beautiful women, you know that?” mat told her and she froze.

she didn’t know what to say. “i’m sorry?”

mat chuckled. “you’re cute. listen i got to go but if you ever need something just knock on my door, alright? i’m just next door.” he walked away after that and y/n just stood there for a second before she shook her head and made her way inside where nathan was still asleep and awaiting her presence.

y/n had stayed away from mat for a while after that. she couldn’t see him after their interaction that had happened to go like that. she was married. she had a loving husband, a great job, and a great life. she wasn’t going to let some guy waltz into her life and ruin that.

she couldn’t let him get in the middle of y/n and nathan’s marriage. nathan was sweet and cared for her whenever he had the chance. although he had work trips, he always checked in on her. he loved her even if they were miles aways and she loved him back.

maybe that’s why y/n regretted the decision she made a couple weeks later. nathan was on a work trip and she was stressed. she had a ton of paperwork to be filled out by the next day and she couldn’t do it. so she marched on over to mat’s apartment and knocked.

biggest mistake of her life.

mat opened the door and saw her standing there. he smirked a little and leaned against the door a bit. “what brings you by?”

y/n didn’t answer. not verbally at least. instead she just leaned forward and grabbed mat by the back of his neck and brought him down towards her, putting her lips on his. mat was shocked for a second before he wrapped his hands around her back and brought her closer, their body’s practically glued together.

the kiss turned messy. y/n had opened her mouth to talk and it gave mat a chance to slip his tongue in. the two had fought for dominance over the kiss but mat had won.

he pulled them inside his apartment shutting the door behind them. they pulled away for a second to catch their breath, their lips kiss bitten and swollen, cheeks flustered. “y/n that was-”

“shut up.”

she grabbed his head and brought him back in for more. nathan was the least of her worries as she said her next words. “i need you to fuck me.”

mat pulled away after that. “what? y/n are you okay? is everything okay?” he pulled his hands away from her back and let them rest on her waist. “you’re married! you have a husband who loves you. we shouldn’t even be doing this!” he objected.

y/n shook her head. “he doesn’t need to know.” she leaned forward and began to pepper kisses in his neck along with suckling at it, making mat moan slightly. “a secret.” a kiss to his jawline. “let it.” a kiss to his neck. “be.” another kiss. “our.” kiss. “litte.” kiss to his apples bottom. “secret.” she whispered the last word against his lips as she placed a kiss to them.

he didn’t kiss back for a while as he thought about this situation. she was married and was over here kissing another man, in his apartment. but fuck, did she look hot. he began to move his lips at a faster pace then her making it hard for her to keep up. he began to walk backwards, the kiss never breaking apart.

he walked towards the couch and felt his knees hit the cushion, making him fall on it, y/n following suite. she pulled away and straddled his lap, a leg on either side of his own. the two returned back to their makeout session and y/n felt mat’s cold hands run over her stomach, under her tank top.

y/n pulled away and began to kiss all over his neck. he leaned his head to the side, allowing y/n to gain more access to his neck. she rested her hand on the other side of his neck as she began to suck on it slightly making mat let out a low groan as he ran his hands over her back all the way up and down. “fuck y/n.”

she felt her underwear get damp at the action. “you like that?” she breathed against his neck as she continued to suck and lap at his neck. he couldn’t help but nod as he brought his hands towards her boobs, feeling that she wasn’t wearing a bra. he couldn’t help but groan at the feeling, giving them a little squeeze. y/n moaned against his neck.

“take it off please.” she begged and pulled away from his neck. mat reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it upward as she lifted her arms, making it easier for mat to pull it all the way off. he threw it to the side. he looked at her chest and noticed her nipples had hardened from the slight breeze.

“shit, you’re beautiful.” he leaned forward and wrapped his lips around her boob, beginning to suck at them, licking the areola. y/n gasped and pulled at mat’s hair. he groaned against them and y/n couldn’t help but moan at the sensation and pleasure he was giving her.

after a couple of minutes of sucking and licking at her left boob, her moved onto the other, his hand coming up to squeeze and massage the one he had previously been sucking. y/n’s breathing was fast and her heart was beating quick. she was a moaning mess and tried to keep it down, careful to not wake up the other residents considering it was pretty late.

“take your shirt off.” y/n said and mat just looked up at her through his eyelashes as he sucked on her boob and y/n groaned at the sight. “please.”

mat pulled away with a slight ‘pop’ and began to massage both of her boobs. “you are perfect, i really hope you know that because if you don’t then i will keep saying it.” y/n laughed and just leaned down to kiss him as her hands ran down to the bottom of his shirt. she pulled away and stripped him free of it, throwing it behind the couch. he grabbed her face and began to kiss her, harshly.

mat moved her so she was laying down on the couch with him on top of her. his hands roamed all over he body, her boobs, stomach, legs, thighs, anywhere he could get his hands on.

he began to kiss down her body starting at her neck, spending a little time there in order to form dark purple bruises but soon remembered that her husband would see them and he didn’t want her to get caught so he just continued kissing down her body. from her neck to her boobs to her stomach and finally to her thighs.

the pajama shorts she was wearing were small, her ass hanging out a bit. mat began to pepper kisses all over before grabbing her shorts and pulling them down, along with her underwear, throwing them on the floor. she was bare before him. she had exposes herself completely to him and fuck, was she enjoying it.

mat began to kiss everywhere but where she wanted him. he moved upward and pressed a kiss to her lips. “if we do this, there’s no going back.”

y/n nodded. “i know. i know what i’m doing.”

mat’s eyes flickered between hers before leaning down and kissing her one last time before kissing his way down towards where she needed him the most.

y/n knew what she was doing was wrong. yet she couldn’t help it. y/n and mat had sex. even if she was married.

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the sun was up and the light came through the curtains that billowed softly thanks to the wind that came through the small space mat had left opened. mat laid in bed, his arm over y/n’s back, who was sleeping on her stomach. the two had moved to the bed some time last night.

y/n began to stir awake as she kept moving. she slowly opened her eyes and was met with the window and the sun rays that caused her to squint and close her eyes. she turned around and saw mat there, still asleep. she smiled softly as she saw his chest go up and down with eahc breath he took. he let out soft snores as he-

nathan.

y/n suddenly thought back to her love. her husband, the person she promised she would love for eternity and would never let go. yet she let him go in a way. he was to come back from his work trip the same day in a couple of hours and she sure as hell didn’t want him to find her here, in mat’s bed, naked.

she tried to unwrap mat’s arm fron around her yet his grip got stronger. he pulled her closer to him and just rested his head on top of hers, snoring softly.

“mat i need to go home.” she whispered to the man who snuggled closer. “mat i’m serious.” after getting no response she grabbed his arm and moved it with all the force she could muster.

mat whined, “noo. i was comfortable.” he opened his eyes and gave her a death stare. “come back.”

y/n shook her head and went into the living room where her clothes were before she put them back on and re-entered mat’s room. “i need to go home and you have a job to get to.”

“i don’t have to leave until later though and neither do you.” mat told the girl who stood with her arms crossed.

she walked towards the bed and began to crawl on top of him until they were face to face. “but i have a husband that is too be back very soon and will be waiting for me.” she whispered as she leaned down to place a slow kiss to his lips. “so why don’t you stay here and relax until you have to leave and i go home and wait for my husband to get home,” she pressed another kiss to his lips, “i’ll be back soon.”

mat stared at her for a while. “but soon won’t be soon enough. for all i know it will take you two weeks to come back to me,” he brought her closer. “i can’t wait that long.”

y/n laughed. “i promise you i’ll be back sooner then you think. patience, sweet boy.” she kissed him one last time and was about to pull away when mat pulled her in closer and deepened the kiss.

he sat upright and began to attack her neck with kisses and y/n let out a laugh but more of a moan. “m-mat i really have to go.”

“5 minutes. just stay another 5 minutes and then you can go.” he said as he began to reach under her shirt and squeeze her hips.

y/n pondered the idea, “5 minutes and that’s it mathew.” she let a breathy moan.

she felt mat smile against her neck, “i knew you wouldn’t be able to resist me.”

oh, y/n knew she was fucked.

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half the time i don’t even know what i’m writing, i js do it. also i will never be writing that detailed(ish) ever again. it is not for me. also mat barzal playing the electric guitar js does smth to me😫 the man he is i swear. (i should go to sleep since i have a morning class tmrw but i won’t so yayyy)

#mat barzal #mat barzal imagine #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal smut #nhl imagine #new york islanders #ny islanders #nhl #nhl hockey #hockey #isa’s works 🦭

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blues824 · 1 year

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Housewardens reaction to mc who’s power is similar to denki kaminari’s, especially the yay side affect from overusing the lightning based power

I apologize for not posting more than once today. I watched Hamilton with one of my friends.

Gender-neutral reader

Riddle Rosehearts

You are the exact opposite of each other (besides having no rizz). You are social and easygoing, he is obviously not. He hated you at first, but you were able to smooth-talk your way into his heart somehow (again, even though you have no rizz).

Riddle always suggests study dates between the two of you since you seem to be struggling academically. You always get stressed out when he gets impatient in how long you are taking to solve a problem he has given you. You’ve shocked him a few times because of it, and you’re very quick to apologize.

When he overblotted, you were afraid to use your power since you could electrocute everyone so you made them get away. You didn’t want to hurt Riddle, but realized that there was no other choice than to use 2 million volts. As you both sat in the infirmary, Riddle got to see your YaAay side and he was scared that you went brain dead.

When you returned to normal, you had to explain that it was the drawback of using that much electricity since you had to use some of your neurons. The thumbs up was to make sure everyone knew you were alright. So you did this for him? Well, for this valiant deed, maybe he could humor you and go on the date you’ve been asking for.

Leona Kingscholar

He’s way more of a smooth talker than you could ever dream of being. You are more social and friendly while he’s snarky and grumpy. Eventually, he fell for you and your shenanigans because he can see that you truly care for the people around you.

He’s smart, but he never goes to class. If you ask him to help you, he will refuse since he’s too busy sleeping. You’re better off trying to ask someone else, but since he’s very possessive he doesn’t like it when you ask someone other than him. Not even Ruggie.

When he overblotted, he already knew of your quirk but he didn’t know how much electricity you were able to use. When he heard you shout ‘2 million volts’, he knew that this was about to hurt real bad. In the infirmary, Leona was laughing so hard at your brain-dead side.

When you returned to normal, you had to tell him that you probably lost some neurons because of it. You had some serious power (get it?) within you, didn’t you? Well, he has to admit that what you did was brave, so you have his respect (and his heart).

Azul Ashengrotto

He absolutely despised you, but also realized that your personality and natural charm drew people in. He most definitely tried to hire you to get more customers, but you refused saying that you didn’t like to work unless it was mandatory for school.

He would then try to get you under contract by suggesting a way to cheat in exchange for your magic. However, you didn’t have magic. You had a quirk, and it couldn’t be taken away by anything besides someone else’s quirk.

When he overblotted, he came to the quick realization that being underwater was probably not the best environment to fight you in. If you remember from science class, water is an electric conductor, so he will get electrocuted. And he was, with the 2 million volts you shot out. Now he’s panicking when you are both in the infirmary since you’re kind of brain dead.

Embarrassed, you explained that it was an unfortunate side effect to your very powerful quirk. So you risked a few neurons just to make sure that he wouldn’t die because of his overblot? Well now he is kind of flustered at how much you care for him.

Kalim Al-Asim

“Corporate needs you to find the difference between Y/N and Kalim.” “They’re the same person” -Blue (2023). Nah but seriously, y’all were made from the same mold or something. He doesn’t understand what you’re trying to say when you flirt with him, so you might as well not even try.

You both are kinda not… great in an academic way of speaking. Jamil always gets frustrated at the two of you when you don’t understand a topic that he has gone over multiple times. Eventually, you get stressed and zap both of them.

When Jamil overblotted, you were afraid that Kalim would get electrocuted as well since he refused to leave without you. You told him to take cover and shot out 2 million volts. Since the Vice Housewarden had an ink monster trailing, it took the brunt of the shock. In the infirmary, Kalim is taking care of you until your brain revives itself.

It’s then that you apologize and tell him that that is what happens when you use so much electricity without giving yourself time to charge back up. He laughed and said that it was alright, then he thanked you for protecting him and his best friend.

Vil Schoenheit

He didn’t hate you… he just very much disliked you. Sure, you had a great personality, but your flirting needed some work. You often got flustered by the things he said to you rather than him getting flustered by the things you said to him.

The reason why he tells himself that he dislikes you (because he genuinely actually loves you) is that you’re kinda dumb. You were a bad influence on Epel since you didn’t study a lot, and if you did you kinda failed it even though you didn’t take any test yet.

When he overblotted, he knew your first move would be to evacuate everyone so that you would be able to use your quirk. What he didn’t know was it was because you were about to release 2 million volts of electricity. He had to hold in his laughter when he saw you just yAaAy your way around the infirmary.

Once you come back, you are so embarrassed as he asks what the heck happened. You have to tell him that it was a drawback to the amount of electricity you shot out of your body. It took a toll on your brain, and now he feels kind of bad for laughing. Perhaps he could treat you to dinner that he has prepared himself as a way to apologize?

Idia Shroud

You freaked him out because you were extroverted and he was introverted. You were nice, but you were eccentric and that’s what he was wary of. Plus, your flirting actually worked on him because he got flustered so freaking easily.

Since he is shy and has a crush on you, he will most likely run away before you have the chance to ask him for help on your homework. You often have to ask Ortho instead and give Idia a message through the younger Shroud sibling.

When Idia overblotted, your first move was to use your quirk at its max capacity. The problem was that it would be fighting fire with electricity. However, ink is electrically conductive so you were able to overload it with the 2 million volts you released. It came at the price of Idia freaking out at you being brain-dead for an hour.

Once you came back, he let out a huge sigh of relief. He thought it was like a fairytale where he would have to kiss you to bring you back. You were so embarrassed and had to explain that it was the drawback to your quirk. He totally wasn’t disappointed that he couldn’t be your prince charming and save you from the state of unconsciousness that you were in.

Malleus Draconia

He actually really enjoyed your company. You were so eccentric and exciting, as well as friendly and encouraging. Sure, he didn’t understand your way of flirting, but that was all okay because you weren’t scared of him.

The dragon fae would absolutely love to help you with your homework. He understands that it could be frustratingly confusing to someone who didn’t have magic, so he remains patient whenever he sees you struggle with a concept.

When Leona overblotted, you had warned everyone to evacuate. Malleus was still there to see the electricity coming from you turn the dust that Leona created to glass. He also got hit with some of the bolts when you released 2 million volts, but he was able to withstand it. He got to see you turn dumb for a whole hour, which was amusing and concerning to him.

Once you came to, you were so embarrassed at how you were so vulnerable in front of him. He let a smile grace his face as he assured you that it was intriguing how you managed to walk up to him even while brain-dead. It meant that even unconsciously, you trusted him.

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t0ta11y-n0t-cup1d · 8 months

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Totally Platonic

꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡ where reader has to coax a confession out of leonardo (rottmnt)

req ;; yes/no

gn reader!! (they/them prns)

warnings ;; swearing????? bad writing this is my first fic :[

CRUMBS

“Hey, Donnie?”

“Hm?” The softshell replies gruffly, not even turning to give Y/n a glance.

“Leo has a crush on me, doesn’t he?”

A short pause.

“Mhm.” Donnie replies easily, continuing his work.

♡

It was already loud and clear at this point; Leonardo had the habit of draping himself over the people he loved and bringing them gifts on occasion. Usually, it was directed at his family, like buying Mikey some new pencils, bringing Raph some water and snacks after he finished his workout, helping (and failing) April by passing her cheat-sheets for tests and homework, hell, even sometimes helping Donnie by passing him supplies while he’s working on a project. This isn’t even mentioning the amount of times he’s thrown himself at Raph, laid down on Donnie and Mikey (much to their annoyance and delight), as well as simply cuddled up with April for a movie night.

All of this information, all of it to amount to that either Leonardo sees you just as that; Just as a close enough friend to consider family, or, the more tempting, more desired answer— That he also likes you.

You couldn't lie to yourself, not about this. Leonardo, in short, was adorable. It was so endearing how much he cared for his family and just loved showing how much he cares at any given moment. That wasn't even mentioning how attractive he was; He had a charming personality and charming looks to match— What wasn't there to like?

And on more than one occasion, he'd been privy to show you that same affection he did for his brothers and sister.

In one instance, you were stuck at school during a rainy day. The librarian was starting to get annoyed with you and all of the other classrooms were empty, and the office was an absolute no to go to. And after not even a second of sending a text to Leo about your predicament, you found a lime green hand wrapped around your arm and pulling you into a cyan, electrifying portal.

Did the sudden motion make you nauseated? Did the large jump from the school library to the lair make you sick to your stomach and force you to run to the bathroom, Leonardo holding your hair back for you as you emptied your stomach?

Yes. It was awful, and he also nearly threw up from the stench and image of you bent over the toilet. But it was kind, so kind and so nice of him to do that for you, to make sure you didn't get to the lair sopping wet and making sure there were no gross puke-bits in your hair.

Another time, you mentioned to him offhandedly about a series you enjoyed, simply to make idle chatter and encourage him to talk, since he always seemed more skittish and in a rush to speak when it came to you. And lo and behold, what did you find on your bedroom window the day after? Very hard-to-get, very rare merchandise from that same series you enjoyed, as well as catching s glimpse of a certain blue-bandana-ed, red-eared slider diving into a portal.

It did make your heart melt a little when you sent him a text, only to receive back:

> wot????? moi???? im literally sitting at home watching movies w/ raph wdym 🤨🤨

Truly, a man who knew how to lie, and truly, a man who knew his way around words.

♡

After your interrogation (literally one question) with Donnie, you casually made your way to the living room, sitting down with Mikey as he chewed on popcorn and was watching a new TV series with April. You weren't particularly interested, but it was nice to spend time with the both of them.

And even better, not even a moment after of sitting down on the beanbags, Leonardo came toddling in, making some sort of excuse as to why he was there.

"Hey guys? Did I just so happen to misplace my totally rad, awesome teleportation device, which also functions as an odachi— Oh, heyyy, Y/n, funny seeing you here. Whatcha' watchin'?" Leonardo bats his non-existent lashes at you, taking a seat next to you on the floor.

April snickers, loudly. "We were watching a new Netflix series that Mikey found. Something about someone being too stupid to tell his crush he likes them."

"Yeah! It sounds just like y—mghphhh!" Mikey's voice is muffled by Leonardo loudly smacking his hand over his brother's mouth, laughing in a nervous, obnoxious sort of way

"Hahaha, so funny! So awesome! On an unrelated note, I must leave!"

He was completely, utterly hopeless. And not very good at hiding how he actually felt. Despite claiming he had to leave, Leonardo was back within minutes, sitting back down beside you and sitting close, his leg touching yours. It was normal for him to be so touchy, hell, you came to expect it, so it came as no surprise when he started playing with your hair, gently tugging on it or twirling a strand of it around his finger.

Leonardo seemed more nervous than usual though, which is what sparked you to ask Donnie such a question. Leo had been more prone to giving you small (and big) gifts, as well as very frequently putting himself at your disposal or doing everything you ask him of. It was cute, but also frustrating.

Leonardo, who was sat very close to you and was playing with your hair, borderline cuddling with you, refused to call you anything other than 'best friend Y/n' or 'bestie', when he's proved that he wants you to be closer than that. Leonardo who claims you both are completely platonic as you fall asleep on the phone together. Leonardo who states that he feels nothing more than friendly love towards you, who also puts himself at your beck and call.

♡

As endearing as it was, it began to get frustrating. You would've been able to stand all of it, love it all the same if he would just stop with the incessant calling you his 'pal', his 'buddy', his 'best friend'.

It got to the point where even Splinter would look at you two and groan, or murmur at the both of you to get a room and stop interrupting his scheduled programming. And you knew, if everyone, Splinter included, was able to pick up on this and Leo wasn't, then it was hopeless, unless you wanted to confront him about it and make it a thing that was out there.

“What? No, I don’t have a thing for Y/n. You're being weird, April. Well, weirder.” Leo scoffed, flipping the tails of his mask in the same way he would flip his hair, if he had any. “Me ‘nd them are just friends. Literally no romantic tension, no romantic feelings between us whatsoever.” He groaned and looked away from April. “And I’m not even gonna look at you ‘cause I just know you’re making that face when you think that someone’s bullshitting.”

As Leo predicted, April was making a face at him; Eyes squinted and nose scrunched up in a show of her disbelief. “Uh-huh. Riiiiight.” She droned in a less than enthusiastic voice. “You may as well just announce it to everyone, Lee. Everyone knows.”

Leonardo scoffed, scowling and cheeks red with embarrassment. He refused to back down from his place, from both a need to not tell as well as out of his own pride. “What? Everyone knows that I don’t have a thing for them? Pish-posh, quit being ridiculous, April.” Leo sighed softly. “Besides, what kind of schmuck tells someone he likes them?”

“What?”

“Nothin’!”

♡

"Y/n! Hey!" Leonardo says with a smile, that same, damn soft smile he gave to you and only you. "I set up a movie for us to watch. I'm got some popcorn in the microwave, so go ahead and sit in the living room!"

Doing as he asked, you settled into a sofa by the TV and waited for Leo to arrive in order to pick up the control and start the movie. Your teeth chattered quietly, it was freezing in the lair.

Leo came toddling in, popcorn bowl in hand as he came and sat by you (read; sitting so close he breathed the air you breathed out). "Popcorn's ready, go ahead and— Oh no, are you cold?" He asked worriedly, eyes filled with concern but also glee. "Hold on, I'll grab one of my hoodies for you, Y/n."

You could barely even say 'thank you' before he ran off. You pretended not to hear the happy stomps he made as he ran up to his room, collected a jacket and came back to the living room.

"You're too kind, Leo. Thank you so much." You smiled up at him, a kind expression on your face. Once more, you pretended not to see how he watched you put on the sweater (blue, obviously) and settle back down.

Leo paused and then smiled again, this time a little more flustered. "Oh! Uh, yeah, of course! Anything for a friend!" Ouch. "Anything for you." Nevermind.

Sitting back down beside you, Leo leaned his head against yours as he held the popcorn bowl in his lap, motioning for you to start the movie.

During the movie, it was painfully, painfully obvious that Leonardo was looking at you. It fell into a routine; He'd stare at you, you'd look over or grab some popcorn, he looked away until you were back to watching the movie, and then would look at you 'discreetly', rinse-repeat. As fun as it was, seeing the usually cocky, overconfident Leonardo acting like a puppy vying for your attention, it was also getting old.

You cuddled into him.

"It's pretty cold."

"O-Oh, is it?" Leonardo swallowed, his cheeks glowing a light, almost not-there pink. "Uh, I can— Um, yeah." He said awkwardly, setting the popcorn into your lap before wrapping his arms snugly around your middle.

You smile at him, gently touching your nose to his snout. Please stop being so oblivious and so flirty and calling it being friends. "Thanks."

Leonardo’s embarrassment was nearly palpable, even as you turned back to the movie. You made it your goal today, that today was going to be the day that you wrenched a confession out of Leo whether he liked it or not.

You chewed on a piece of popcorn, every so often laughing or quietly commenting on something that was on-screen. Leo was quiet, unusually quiet as he kept his face tucked into the back of your head, nuzzling against your hair and gently squeezing his arms around you every once and awhile.

"Hey, Leo?" You hummed.

"Mm?" Leonardo mumbled back.

"You like me, don't you?"

At that, the slider stood straight and released you, cheeks firey red as he avoided your gaze. "Hah! Whaaaaat? No. Why would you think that?" It was almost laughable how bad he was at concealing how he felt.

You laugh quietly, Leonardo chuckling in turn as he say back down, propping his legs up and folding his arms behind his head. "You're being silly. Let's just watch the movie, okay?" Leo mumbled, drawing close again and leaning his head on your shoulder. You could hear the soft thumpthumpthump of his tail hitting the fabric of the couch, giving away his glee at being close. He hummed quietly, going back to watching the movie as he crossed one of his legs over yours and hugged you again.

Cheeky prick.

"I'm being for real, Leo." You turned to look at him, your gaze sort and amused as his cheeks lit up once more.

Leonardo was barely able to hold back a churr at seeing your face, the face that kept him more awake than his insomnia during the night.

"What? Is April putting weird things into your head?"

You laugh again, Leonardo raising a make-believe eyebrow in response. "No, Donnie actually, which makes me believe it's all the more true. You do like me, don't you?"

"That's absurd."

"That's the truth. Do you like me?" You asked again, more persistent as Leo began to squirm under your gaze.

"Y/n, you're my best friend. Of course I like you." Leonardo replied. "What is with this interrogation? Let's just watch the movie."

You snatch up the remote with a teasing smile, shaking your head and pausing the movie. No way in hell were you letting Leo slip away from this conversation when you had him right where you wanted him. Not a chance.

"Oh, really? So you've just casually given people who you consider to be your 'best friends' your clothes to wear when they're cold?" You raise an eyebrow, motioning to his sweater that you were wearing. "And have you consistently been doing small things for them, all of which that give you plausible deniability and give you the safety of playing the 'best friend' card?"

"Hey, that's not fair—"

You interject. "I don't think making myself live down my own feelings is either." You stop for a moment. "I like you. I think you're really cool and you're super funny and so kind. And I think you like me too, but you're too scared to say it."

Leo frowned. "I'm not scared of anything,"

"Scaredy-cat."

"I'm not—"

"Chicken, bokbokbok!"

Leonardo's face grew red with embarrassment as he placed a hand over your mouth, quieting you down. "Okay! Okay, fine, I like you, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?" He grumbled, folding his arms as his cheeks glowed in his flustered state. "Now can we please go back to watching the movie?"

You smiled, cuddling up to Leonardo as he frowned and grumbled, but (very happily) wrapped his arms around your middle again, resting his chin in the crook of your neck. You u paused the movie, the both of you now contently and quietly watching.

A/N ;; girl jesus fuck reading this back ,,,, RGH I HATE IT BUT ITS DONE!!!!!!!! also will be doing requests and shii so DONT BE SCARED TO SEND MESSAGES TO MY INBOX 🤭🤭 anyway goodnight ITS EEPY TIME!!!

LUV FROM ;; CUPEZ

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Top 5 moments of yearning in 2023 bl (no cheating you can only pick 5)

WOW. wowowowowowow. Wow. It's almost as though you saw my other answers before asking this (which I know you didn't because this came in first and I am Slow). Rude.

First, I need to establish a very important distinction: Pining (my beloved) is when you think or are determined that it will never happen; yearning (also my beloved) is when you think it could and are really struggling to hold yourself back from just going for it right now for Reasons. The possibility of fulfillment is the main difference.

Second distinction: Yearning is not necessarily sexual tension. It can be an element of it, but yearning is about wanting something, whether that's sex, closeness, acceptance, or something else. It's about wanting existing barriers to drop that are preventing you from having the thing you want most in that moment, whether they're internal or external, physical or metaphysical.

Finally, as much as I would love to talk about only my favourite shows exclusively forever, you did ask for my top five moments rather than top 5 shows that contain yearning, so I stuck to the rules. All that is to say, there are a couple of series on this list that I don't actually recommend lol

With that out of the way:

Top [For Real Only] 5 Moments of Yearning in 2023 BLs Because Shan Hates Me

1. Jae Won yanking and then patting down Ji Hyun before putting him in a cab, The Eighth Sense

Basically this whole show is yearning (except for the brief interlude for pining). I chose this moment because this was the first moment I was certain they both actually knew what was going on and it was clear to them both that they could have this, at least in theory; the tension felt palpable, and I really wasn't sure whether they were going to hold back or not. Jae Won is supposed to be saying goodbye, but he can't keep it in to the point where he just can't stop touching Ji Hyun (that backpack pull that happens immediately before this, guh), and Ji Hyun is also so clearly soaking it up. When the cab pulls up and they just keep staring, there was a real question in my mind about whether they were going to break and just go for it or not. For these two it's not just about sex; they yearn for version of one another they are when they're together, and they don't want the spell to end.

2. Khun Lu and Ken almost kiss while naked in bed, Chains of Heart

I'm still not entirely sure I know what happened in that show, but the yearning between these two was palpable the whole time. In this particular scene, Ken has just seen a hint the previous night that Lu is in fact Din, his missing-presumed-dead lover, and he's already previously rejected Lu on the premise that Din is still alive and is the only man he'll ever love, even though he feels drawn to Lu. Up until then, his yearning was for Din, though he also felt something for Lu. Now suddenly he's presented with the possibility that he's already reunited with his lover, which is all he wants, though he's unsure that's what's happening. On the other side of this equation, Lu has been wanting as much of Ken as he can charm, trick, or beg for. He just wants him now, here, under the pretense of this new body, because he knows Ken will never be safe if Din is thought to still be alive. At the same time, he is torn between wanting to be near Ken to keep him safe and wanting to stay away to keep him safe. Yearning barely covers it.

3. The post-sex breakdown of Yai and Jom in I Feel You Linger In The Air

This scene was particularly painful because the yearning only hits harder after his orgasm, rather than the catharsis Jom was probably expecting. In this scene they weren't just yearning for one another physically like in earlier parts of the show; they are yearning for a future they can't have together but both want and in this moment feels like it should be possible. Yai really looks like he wants to meld into Jom's skin. The way that sex does not break the yearning is quietly devastating. Is there anything worse than having everything you want in your arms but knowing you can't keep it?

4. Patts desperate to get through to Saengai on the other side of the door, La Pluie

@liyazaki the tumblr gif search is not crediting you properly so adding a tag to you here!

Listen, Patts has been yearning for reciprocation from his soulmate for years before he meets Saengtai, and it did not at all stop once they met, it just changed in quality. He's always yearned rather than pined because with soulmates comes the expectation that it will work, because of 'destiny'. We saw him say in a flashback that he thought his soulmate could be platonic, and I do believe him when he says to Nara that he'd be fine with that, because what he really yearns for is to be understood and wanted for himself (hence the heartbreaking line "is it that hard to choose me?" that comes before this). The fact that someone had a "destined" connection to him and rejected him for years took a real toll on this man. The way he claws at the door in this scene will stay with me into 2024.

5. Minato and Shin at the Onsen, Minato's Laundromat s2

As much as I dislike where this season went, a yearning list would not be complete without Shin and Minato. We spend a lot of time with Shin's yearning in this show, but we get glimpses that Minato is actually yearning too throughout the season and especially at the onsen. In this scene, he tries to get drunk to get past his own insecurities, but it doesn't work as well as he wanted. This scene was all about Minato articulating all the ways he also yearns, and how it's overwhelming for him--and how that overwhelm is frustrating. I love this outpouring of Minato's frustration around his own internal blockers to what he wants. Also Shin swallowing in this gif makes it perfectly clear he is also Suffering. Perfection.

Bonus and it doesn't count as cheating because it's not a BL SO THERE:

Sam and Mon comforting one another after Sam's grandmother found out about their relationship, GAP

This show was such a mess but my god these two women wanted one another so badly, and I appreciated the hell out of that. It felt like yearning rather than pining until near the end, because all through their getting together phase they insisted on such an intense level of denial that they didn't even seem to worry about what they wanted being impossible, they just knew they didn't have it yet. So they did things like bite one another and pretend it was platonic and wonder why they weren't satisfied. I was thinking about going with an early scene where they barely resist the urge to make out, but instead I went with this one because I think it's a double-whammy. in this scene, Sam is trying to get Mon to tell her what's wrong, and Mon confesses that Sam's grandmother saw her at her house and asked her to leave Sam. Instead of pulling away, Mon clings to Sam, and Sam apologizes to her for not being there for her. Sam thinks she can talk her around to accepting Mon. "Don't worry; I'll talk to her. We'll get through this". The yearning here is for them to be together and safe; accepted by their families and happy, and not feeling this pain. I don't recommend this show, but there is something to be said for the way it showed the impact of intergenerational trauma and the very real yearning so many of us feel to just be accepted as we are.

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