#MAN I AM FOREVER COMPLETELY OBSESSED WITH THIS PLACE

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st michael's mount, cornwall, with @slaapkat today (26/09/2023)

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LOVE STORY, M. VERSTAPPEN.

PAIRING. max verstappen x female reader.

SUMMARY — Going out on dates with Max means taking a lot of pictures to share them on Instagram. Max has never complained, in fact, he's more than happy to show the world just how much he enjoys every single one of those dates.

GWEN'S RADIO MESSAGE. requested by @amoosarte "reader and max go out a ton dates during winter break, with max posing awkwardly while reader is taking picture every second if they go on a date, so max switched it around and take a bunch of photos of her and it's just so adorable and he's so whipped?" i had so much fun looking for max and his gf's pictures because he's literally the 🧍‍♂️emoji in every single one of their pics. so sorry it took me so long to answer this, i hope you like it!

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yourusername Hello, Paris! Winter break has started and what a better way to celebrate than with a first date in the city of love with this handsome man. 💋​🤍​

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user01 relationship goals

user02 forever grateful with for giving us max content

landonorris thanks for not taking your child with you.

yourusername what don't you understand about romantic holiday? we don't want u here ⤷ landonorris wait did you hear that? it was my heart breaking. completely shattered. 😞​ maxverstappen1 you're welcome! 😁​👊​ ⤷ landonorris i always knew you never wanted me

user03 the pov girlies of tiktok are gonna have a feast

user04 MY PARENTS

francisca.cgomes come and visit, i miss you!

yourusername just let me get rid of max first and i'll come to you, baby maxverstappen1 stop trying to steal my gf from me ⤷ francisca.cgomes she wants me

user05 the second pic is so pinterest coded

user06 max not wearing red bull merch? am i dreaming?

user07 the girlfriend effect is real

maxverstappen1 everyone needs to know that we walked around paris for hours trying to find that coffee place you wanted to try. i feet still hurt!

yourusername you love me ⤷ maxverstappen1 shut up

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yourusername Everything's better if I'm with you.

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user08 omg im gonna cry they look so cute

user09 THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER

user10 sleeping on the highway sounds like a good idea

danielricciardo disgusting

yourusername you're just jealous

charles_leclerc went on holiday without me? :(

landonorris they left me too ⤷ yourusername OH SHUT UP ⤷ landonorris NEVER.

maxverstappen1 you can join us in st. tropez ⤷ landonorris can i join too? danielricciardo already packing pierregasly count me in oscarpiastri @/danielricciardo pick me up maxverstappen1 I WAS TALKING TO CHARLES

user11 sick and tired of not having my own max verstappen

user12 obsessed with max "heart eyes" verstappen

user13 HE LOVES HER SM

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yourusername We had a reservation at a fancy restaurant today but instead of dressing up, we chose to stay home and build a flower bouquet out of Legos. 🥺​🤍

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user14 they 😭​ stayed home 😭​ instead

georgerussell63 donuts are not on his diet.

maxverstappen1 SHUT UP GEORGE yourusername it's winter break ge, he's allowed ⤷ maxverstappen1 yeah baby defend me

user15 why is no one talking about MAX'S CHEST ON DISPLAY?????

user16 oh she knows what she's doing ⤷ yourusername no idea what you're talking about. 🤭​

user17 i am BEGGING you to stop i'm too single for this

user18 MY OH MY

user19 yn's comment section always delivers

user20 happy for them and not at all jealous

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yourusername 🖤​🖤​🖤​

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user21 kill me now please i can't leave knowing i'll never find someone who loves me as much as max loves y/n

user22 THE WAY HE'S GRABBING HER LEG?

user23 MR. VERSTAPPEN WHAT ARE YOU DOING

alex_albon where did you two go

yourusername you've reached y/n's voicemail please speak after after the tone

oscarpiastri please remember i'm sharing a wall with you

charles_leclerc good luck mate yukitsunoda0511 i have earplugs if you need some ⤷ maxverstappen1 WTF YUKI

user24 WHAT IS GOING ON AAAA

user25 i can't keep lying to myself. i want a relationship like the one max and y/n have like you can clearly see how much they love each other

user26 OBSESSED WITH THIS DATE SAGA PLS DON'T STOP

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maxverstappen1 I just couldn't leave you without showing you my POV.

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user27 OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MYD SJDJHSDJKN

user28 all men should be like max verstappen

yourusername i didn't even notice you taking half of these. words cannot express how much i love you.

user29 "my pov" MY PARENTS

landonorris you actually made her look pretty

yourusername i'll cut the brakes of your car ⤷ landonorris THIS IS ATTEMPTED MURDER

user30 they're so adorable its disgusting

user31 i'm 100% sure their friends are so sick of them

charles_leclerc yes pierregasly you're right landonorris i throw up every time i see them georgerussell63 finally someone understands

user32 STOP THIS MADNESS

user33 oh she has him wrapped around her finger

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[proseover-bros]

BEDROOM HYMNS BY PROSEOVER-BROS

FANDOM: The Walking Dead

TITLE: Bedroom Hymns

STATUS: Complete

ERA: Season 7

PAIRING: Negan Smith x Female Reader (No Use of “Y/N”)

WORD COUNT: 4.6k

SUMMARY: On the night of the lineup, Negan took one look at you and knew that he had to have you. What you never anticipated was just how desperately you would end up wanting him back.

RATING: Mature (Minors DNI)

WARNINGS: Enemies to Lovers, Angst, Language, Sexual Situations, Dirty Talk, Begging, Praising, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Teeny Bit of Fluff

A/N: I don’t think it’s a surprise to anyone that I love Negan just as much as I love Daryl. Needless to say, seeing JDM’s sexy ass on my screen again every week was just the inspiration I needed for this smut-fest. Hope you enjoy! If so, comments/likes/reblogs would mean the world!

What the fuck am I doing here?

The same question had been repeating itself in your head as your reluctant footsteps brought you to the outside of Negan’s apartment. All of your instincts were screaming at you to get far away, but before you could so much as knock, the door swung open to reveal that smug, irritatingly beautiful face.

You knew he’d been waiting for you. When Simon had made a beeline for the truck the moment you returned from that afternoon’s run, it was a dead giveaway. Not to mention the fact that Negan had you hauled back the second he realized you’d snuck off in the first place.

Earlier that morning, you’d heard a group of the Sanctuary’s scavengers talking over breakfast. Today’s run was supposed to be through a neighborhood ten miles west of Alexandria. This was your chance. Your plan was to return, but only long enough to pack your things and get gone before anyone knew the wiser. The last thing you wanted was to create any more trouble for Rick and the others when all they’d ever done was help you.

Unfortunately, your entire plan went to shit when Negan had gotten in touch with Mike, the Savior who was leading the expedition. You’d overheard their conversation on the radio, listening as Negan ordered Mike to bring you back to the Sanctuary if he wanted to keep his balls attached to his dick. If Mike had been anyone else you might’ve felt bad for getting him into trouble, but he wasn’t. Mike was a Savior, and therefore not worth one damn bit of your sympathy.

He drove you back to the Sanctuary, bitching about the waste of fuel and resources the entire way, and when his truck pulled up right outside of the towering building, you turned to face him.

“If you were stupid enough to believe that he’d let me go in the first place, you deserve whatever you have coming.”

Mike snarled, opening his mouth to no doubt call you a bitch or a whore, but by the time the insult traveled from his pea brain to his mouth, you’d already opened the door to the passenger side and jumped down from the truck to an awaiting Simon.

“What is it about you?” Simon asked by way of greeting. “Don’t get me wrong, you’re hot as hell, but there are loads of hot women for him to choose from — women whose job it is to please him. Why’s he so enamored with you?”

“Oh, enamored!” You exclaimed sarcastically, earning a glare from the man who had the bushiest mustache you’d ever had the displeasure of seeing. “Someone’s been brushing up on their vocabulary.”

When Negan’s right-hand man crossed his arms and raised an equally bushy eyebrow as he awaited your answer, you rolled your eyes and strode past him. “Just lucky, I guess.”

The truth was, you didn’t understand Negan’s obsession with you either, but it went all the way back to the night of the lineup. That night and the fear you’d felt as you anxiously awaited his arrival with the rest of Rick’s group would stay with you forever. You’d all heard plenty about the Saviors’ infamous leader, but none had ever crossed him. Once the group had honored their agreement with Hilltop and attacked what they’d thought was the Saviors’ only compound, you’d assumed Negan had been included in the body count.

That assumption had cost Glenn and Abraham their lives.

You would never admit it, not to Negan, not to yourself — not to anyone — but the moment that the door to the RV swung open, you were just as attracted to him as he was to you. He may have been the man that both Hilltop and the Kingdom had warned your group about, but even you couldn’t deny that he was beautiful — psychotic or not.

As hard as you tried to fight it, your attraction to him had only grown since that horrible night, and after finally succumbing to it when you’d shared a kiss with him just yesterday, you’d gone out of your way to put some distance between the two of you. Until now, when you knew that continuing to avoid him could result in something horrible for Alexandria.

“Well, look who it is!” Negan exclaimed as he appeared in the doorway, opening his arms wide. He was attempting to hide his anger at finding his bed empty that morning with his typical show of bravado, but deep within his hazel eyes, you knew that the anger was laced with something else.

Hurt?

No, it wasn’t possible.

No fucking way.

This was Negan. He wasn’t capable of that emotion.

You brushed those thoughts to the back of your mind, finding it very easy to act as if it hadn’t happened when he continued with his usual theatrics. After allowing him to lure you to his apartment with dinner and drinks the previous evening, Negan had convinced you to stay the night, and you’d agreed, mostly because you didn’t want anyone to catch you leaving his bedroom so late. The entire evening had been established as a way to pay him back after he’d agreed to let Dr. Carson go to Alexandria to treat Carl, who had developed pneumonia after going on a run in the rain with Daryl and Sasha.

When you woke up that morning, it was in Negan’s bed, but he’d at least played the part of the perfect gentleman and taken the couch, which made it easy for you to slip out just as the sun was rising, completely unnoticed.

“What do you want?” You snapped, annoyed.

Stepping back, Negan opened his door wider to let you in, the flash of emotion you’d just seen on his face quickly forgotten as his signature grin replaced it, stretching wide across his handsome face. Foolishly ignoring your conscience for the second time that day, you stepped forward, entering his apartment.

“Pretty sure you know the answer to that question.” He grinned.

“And you chose me rather than forcing yourself on one of your ‘wives’?” An exaggerated gasp left your lips as you placed a hand to your chest with mock pride. “I’m honored.”

Negan shut the door behind you and within seconds you could feel him on your heels, his warm breath ghosting the back of your neck. “You really think I need to ‘force myself’ on anyone, darlin’?”

Ignoring his proximity, you moved away, stepping over to the kitchenette and mindlessly running your hand over the counter. Turning to face him now that you’d put some distance between the two of you, you crossed your arms over your chest and narrowed your eyes at him.

While Negan may not have noticed you leaving his bedroom that morning, someone else had. Sherry. The two of you had walked back to the cafeteria where she’d filled you in on how she had become Negan’s wife just a few weeks ago. It was an ultimatum that she’d agreed to in order to keep her real husband from receiving a worse punishment than the iron.

“I am not a rapist.” Negan continued defensively. “Every one of those women have come to me, willingly.”

“Willingly?” You scoffed, glaring at him in disbelief as your anger began to mount. “When you threaten to kill someone’s husband unless they agree to be your whore, that isn’t willingness, that’s desperation — and you fucking know it!”

Negan rubbed a hand down his jaw as he stared at you, but for once he didn’t have a witty comeback to toss your way. If the circumstances had been different, you would’ve celebrated such a victory. The man who never shut up, finally silenced? It certainly was a sight to see. As it was, you weren’t exactly in the mood for celebrating.

“That’s right, I talked to Sherry. Try again, asshole.”

For a moment he remained silent, tapping two fingers against his bottom lip as he appeared to be deep in thought. But when he met your eyes again and you watched as that wicked grin returned to his features, you knew that he felt no sense of shame, and your victory over him was short-lived.

“Ah, I know what this is . . .” He began, his deep, gravelly voice practically purring as he sauntered closer and lowered his hands to your hips. “You jealous, baby?”

Rolling your eyes in pure disgust, you covered your face with your hands, groaning loudly. “Oh, I fucking hate you!”

Negan’s grip moved from your hips to your forearms, gently pulling your hands away from your face. “We both know that’s not true.”

“Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe for a brief, absurd, fleeting moment I didn’t absolutely despise you last night — but that’s over. Done. I want to go home. I want to go back to Alexandria.”

For a moment, nothing was said. He worked his jaw as he took in your words, but refused to believe in them. “Not happening.”

“Why?” You hissed, pushing his hands away when he attempted to return them to your waist.

Negan frowned but didn’t reply.

You couldn’t believe that you’d managed to stump him twice in one night.

“I asked you a fucking question.”

“Take it easy.” He warned you.

“‘Take it easy?’” You laughed, outraged by how nonchalant he was being. Negan, who could put your potty mouth to shame, even on an off day. Nowhere near in the mood for this, you slammed your hands up against his chest, throwing all your weight forward and shoving him as hard as you could.

“Why the fuck not, Negan? Rick and the others have been killing themselves getting you everything you’ve asked for. They haven’t let you down once!”

Before you could fully remove your hands from his chest, he grabbed you by the wrists and pressed you to the wall, crowding your body with his.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You absolutely hated yourself for the abrupt feeling of desire warming in the pit of your stomach as he closed in on you, those dark eyes staring you down in a way that made your heart race.

“Because I’m not letting you go. Because it’s different with you. I felt it — you felt it. I fucking know that you felt it.” Raising his hand, he moved it forward to cup your chin, his thumb and forefinger dipping down to graze the sides of your neck. “And I haven’t fucked any of those women, not since you got here.”

“And what do you want for that? A prize?” You hissed, desperately trying to keep your train of thought on what was important. “This isn’t me being jealous of your harem, this is me being disgusted with you for taking advantage of these women in the first place.”

“Didn’t seem to bother you last night when you kissed me.” He murmured, his eyes darting down to your lips.

“You kissed me.” You corrected him.

“And you kissed me back.” He smirked.

Lowering his hands from your face, he placed them over your hips once more and pulled you flush against him, letting you feel what thoughts of the previous night were doing to him. You closed your eyes at the sensation as he molded your body to the erect outline of his cock, your resolve weakening.

“That was a mistake.” You whispered, hating the pathetic sound of your voice.

“You don’t believe that.” He argued.

Biting into your bottom lip, you swallowed hard but said no more, not sure that you could trust what might come out of your mouth next.

Suddenly, Negan scoffed. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”

Finally opening your eyes to look at him, you narrowed them into a glare, daring him to elaborate.

“I let you pick the job you wanted, excluded you from the point system. Hell, I even let you take that hick piece of trash’s place—“

At the mention of Daryl, you swung your hand out and slapped him across the face so hard that it left your palm numb and stinging. Negan’s head whipped to the side from the impact, and when he looked back at you, that smug smile was finally gone from his lips.

“Don’t you fucking call him that.”

Negan growled and in the blink of an eye, pressed you back once more, slamming his free hand against the space beside your head. Your back connected with the dry wall, a startled gasp leaving your lips as you stared up at him, wondering if you’d finally gone too far. Moving his hand to your throat, he gave it a gentle squeeze but even as you felt your heartbeat quicken from the contact, you weren't scared of him. This wasn't fear you felt, this was something else entirely, and when his eyes darkened and he lunged forward to roughly press his lips to yours, you kissed him back rather than allow yourself time to think about what that feeling was.

Negan’s kiss was hungry; his mouth devouring your lips, tongue, and every single moan that escaped you while his strong hands held your face far more gently than you’d ever thought him capable of. Opening and closing your mouth against his, you returned each of his kisses with equal fervor; a mixture of passion, anger, lust, hatred — every single emotion you’d ever felt for him, merging into one — your hands clutching his shoulders as he moved you from the wall and carefully backed you over towards his bed.

Gently breaking the kiss, Negan stared down the several inches he had on you, the look on his face very much resembling a starved man. With your eyes on his, you opened your mouth to speak when a sharp gasp left your mouth instead, his hands having found your ass and lifted you into the air against him before gently setting you down on his bed. Over the next moment or two he took his time removing your button-up flannel, tank top and jeans, his lips tenderly kissing every new inch of skin that became exposed to him.

Moving his hands to unclasp your bra, he let it drop to the side before lowering his body over yours. Negan had always considered himself an ass man, but with you he didn’t want to graze over a single body part. Pressing his lips to your neck, he used both hands to cup your beautiful breasts to his face, and you welcomed the rough feel of his calloused hands and warm tongue as his mouth lowered to each smooth mound long enough to tongue both of your nipples into stiff peaks. His hands continued their descent to your hips, your thighs, your ass, until finally he hooked his thumbs beneath your underwear and pulled it off.

Quickly removing his own shirt, Negan loomed over you, his eyes greedily taking in every inch of your body with a groan that let you know he was loving what he saw. Wasting absolutely no time, he grabbed you beneath your knees and dragged your ass to the center of the bed as he kneeled, pulling you close to his face and dipping his mouth between your legs. Breathing heavily as you allowed your body to recline against the pillows, you tilted your chin, watching as he skimmed the soft skin of your inner thighs, the scratch of his beard and feel of his lips teasing you mercilessly.

“Look at my beautiful girl,” He grunted in awe, groaning at the sight of you completely spread before him, pink and smooth and glistening with your slick arousal. You’d been wet from the moment you saw his face and heard his voice when he’d first opened that door, and if he’d given you any time to think it through you’d probably be a little embarrassed, but then he leaned forward to lay a sloppy kiss over your wet heat and all those thoughts of shame faded away.

“Fuck—" You cursed, tossing your head back as his mouth found your clit with ease, his tongue darting forward to caress the tiny bundle of nerves as he used his lips to suck it further into his mouth. Instinctively, your back arched and your hips lifted off the mattress to be closer to his skilled mouth as he feasted on you. Anticipating your response, Negan slid his hands beneath you to grip your perfect ass, anchoring your body to him with his hands and mouth as his eyes traveled up to your face. He’d waited far too long to see you at his mercy, and he wasn’t going to miss a goddamn second of it.

After a few more moments spent skillfully eating your pussy and learning just what you liked, one of the strong hands clutching your ass slid from beneath you and returned a second later when he thrust two of his long fingers inside of your tight cunt, stretching you. Negan lifted his head for a breath and groaned against you as he felt resistance meeting his knuckles.

“So fuckin’ tight, aren’t you, darlin’?”

Staring down at his beautiful face nestled between your thighs, you nodded eagerly, jerking your hips to the rhythm of his fingers as you shamelessly began to fuck yourself up and down on top of them. You wanted more — you wanted him — and anything less wasn’t going to satisfy you for long. Snaking a hand along your abdomen, you slid it up between your breasts and shoved a closed fist against your lips, biting the skin of your knuckle.

“Fuck,” He hissed, his eyes hooded with pleasure as he watched you move your beautiful body in sync with his fingers, your breasts bouncing with each movement as he curled his fingers inside you to graze that tightness within that left you writhing with pleasure. You were a goddamn treasure, and he was loving every second of this. “And so fuckin’ wet for me, too.”

Lowering his head once more, Negan lashed his tongue over your clit again and again, slowly but insistently while he continued thrusting his long fingers in and out. He could do this all goddamn night if that’s what it took, but with the way your body was starting to shake against his mouth and fingers, he knew you were close.

“Come for me, baby.” He breathed against you, twisting his fingers deep inside as he hummed over your clit. “Let go.”

“Oh, fuck — Negan!” You cried out, feeling that beautiful heat building up in your stomach and licking down to your core, your toes curling as your body began to jerk and spasm with the most intense pleasure you’d felt in years — maybe ever. Negan lapped up every bit of your release, taking his time as he cleaned you up, his graying beard and chin glistening as he climbed back up your body.

Your breathing was beginning to slow back down, but before you could get it back to normal you caught sight of his face and lifted your hips to pull him forward. Grasping his chin, you pulled him into a heated, messy kiss that he all too happily returned.

“You want me to fuck this pretty little pussy now?” Negan murmured against your lips before leaning forward to give you another soft, languid kiss. Hearing your eager moan of approval, he grinned onto your lips as he slid his tongue forward, letting you taste yourself. Tucking his hand behind your head, he threaded his fingers through your hair and gently tugged back so that your eyes were level with his.

“Then you’re gonna be a good girl and look at me while I do it.”

Negan watched as you processed his words and as your expression went from aroused, to pissed, then back to aroused again. But he knew that he had you. Of course, it was a risk, and if it hadn’t paid off he wasn’t sure he’d be strong enough not to beg for your forgiveness. Not allowing you any time to change your mind, he slipped his middle and index fingers forward to spread your slick folds, pressing his forehead to yours as he felt you shudder beneath him.

Not letting up, he found and stroked your swollen clit, rubbing torturous circles around it with the pad of his thumb and eliciting a sharp gasp from you. A beautiful, overwhelming shock went straight back to your core; your nerves still heightened and sensitive after everything he’d just done to you with his mouth.

“You want it?” Negan repeated himself, though his tone didn’t sound the least bit impatient. He was enjoying this far too much. Dipping his head, he pressed his lips to the smooth flesh of your breasts, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses across your taut, pink nipples.

“Negan . . .” You whined.

How had you become so desperate for this man? Your enemy? How could you let him touch you with hands that had murdered your friends? Kiss you with the same mouth that had humiliated Rick, time and time again? You hated begging, and you hated the idea of begging him of all people, but in that moment you needed him to fuck you more than you needed air to breathe.

“Not good enough, baby.” He murmured. “Let me hear you say it.”

Fucking prick.

Kicking your pride to the curb, you stared up at him and nodded quickly as your teeth found your bottom lip, your gaze going from his face to the erection in his pants, then back to his dark, hazel eyes.

“I need you, Negan.” You begged, practically whimpering as your hand splayed out against his chest to grip the dark, coarse hair that grew there. “Now.”

“That’s my good girl.” Negan praised you, another smirk taking over his features.

The floor creaked beneath his weight as he stepped down from the bed to unbuckle his belt, his jeans and boxers soon joining the pile of clothes on the floor. Spitting onto his palm, he took his massive cock into his hand and gave it a few leisurely strokes as he stared down at you. Jesus. He was just as huge as he’d always assured you, and part of you fucking hated him for that.

Climbing back over you, Negan captured your lips in another kiss as he slid between your thighs, slapping the thick tip of his cock over your clit a few times before inching himself inside of you, his eyes watching as your mouth fell open in a gasp; completely overwhelmed by the sudden fullness. Meeting each other’s gaze, you both slowed to stare at one another, clearly overwhelmed by just how fucking incredible it felt to finally be joined.

When you thought back to your fantasies of fucking Negan, you’d always wanted him to take you from behind, but it was clear that he wasn’t going for that. He absolutely would not provide you with any opportunity where you could pretend this wasn’t happening. The knowledge that he would only fuck you on his terms aggravated you to no end, but if you were being honest with yourself, you loved watching his reactions to the things your bodies did together. The way his brow furrowed as he thrust forward; the way his lips parted to elicit a husky groan of bliss when he finally buried his cock deep within you. And that smile. That insufferable, shit-eating grin that spread over his face, dimples shining through his scruff, all while his eyes stayed locked on yours. You wanted to slap it off and kiss it all at the very same time.

“Jesus-fuckin’-Christ,” Negan hissed, thrusting his narrow hips forward and burying his cock deep inside what had to be the sweetest, tightest heaven he’d ever had the pleasure of fucking. He looked down, mesmerized as he watched your tight cunt swallow him whole, in and out, over and over, delighting in the sounds you made as he stretched you inch by inch and you lifted your legs to wrap around the back of his thighs and ass.

“Uhh, Negan! Mmm . . .”

Your body reacted instantly to everything he did, your hands clutching his chest as you rolled your hips against his again and again, giving as good as you got. This man might be a monster, but he knew exactly what your body needed, and for right now that was enough to help you temporarily forget all the things that he’d done to the people you loved.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so fuckin’ good,” Negan hummed, digging his fingers into your hips as he steadied himself, pulling them just how he needed as he set up a steady rhythm. The sounds of his grunts and the wet, obscene noise of his cock going in and out of your pussy as it impaled you at such a delicious angle grew louder, and you could only pray that no one was loitering around in the hallway when you cried out his name while he fucked you harder, deeper, and better than anyone else ever had or could.

“Say it again,” Negan grunted, leaning over your body to gently palm your throat, pinning you in place as he used his other hand to swipe his thumb over your clit. “Fuckin’ say my name, baby. ”

“Negan,” You cried, not even ashamed as you felt him circling hard at your clit. “Fuck, Negan, fuck!”

Every time your hips rose to meet his — your movements, your expressions, your cries, his name on your lips, everything you were, everything you did — it all pushed him further to the edge. Anticipating that you were close, he quickened his pace, knowing that he wouldn’t be far behind.

“Look at me while you come all over my cock, pretty girl.” He demanded as he moved his hand from your throat to your mouth to trace your plush, swollen lips.

As if out of instinct, you flicked your tongue forward, lashing over the pad of his thumb and earning a low growl from him when you did exactly as he said, holding his gaze as he teased your climax from you, that delicious warmth fluttering through your stomach, then down further as your cunt pulsated and throbbed over his cock through every wave of your pleasure.

Gripping your hips, Negan moaned with you, lost entirely in your gaze as he chased his own release. Lowering his head, he met your lips once more in a bruising kiss as his cock swelled inside of your cunt and he spilled himself deep inside of you with several, brutal strokes.

Finally spent, Negan rolled to the side, reclining against the mattress and breathing deeply as he rested his hand over his abdomen. For a moment the two of you laid in peaceful silence, but only for a moment. Finally coming down from your high, you moved your palms to the mattress, about to push yourself up when Negan grabbed your right hand.

“Stay.” He said softly.

Quickly looking over at him, you frowned, about to shake your head no when he gripped you harder.

“Look, you can go back to goddamn hating me tomorrow. Just . . . just give me tonight first.” He pleaded.

Watching closely as he held your gaze, you found yourself at a loss for words. In that moment, Negan was being completely vulnerable, and he was letting you see that — more than that, he was begging you to stay. After a few seconds, he looked down, assuming you were going to deny him anyway, when you suddenly squeezed his hand back.

Rather than answer right away, you took his face in your hands and leaned forward to press a slow, tender kiss to his lips. When you broke it a few seconds later, you opened your eyes to find him staring at you searchingly.

“Tonight," You promised. “You can have tonight.

[iaure]

𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔡 ℑ 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔶; 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢

𝖞𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖒𝖎𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖑 𝖔❜𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆 𝖝 𝖋𝖊𝖒!𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 2: 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔰, 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 3: 𝔦 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱 𝔪𝔶 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔫𝔢𝔠𝔨, 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 4: 𝔰𝔞𝔡𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 CW: self-awareness, stalking, obsession, delusion, ptsd, mention of a brother's death, thoughts of kidnapping. Written in the third person. Use of Y/N. Spoilers for Spider-Man: Across The Spiderverse.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ heaven have mercy on my simple soul. we might have another dearest series on our hands, but for miguel. god. jesus. i made this in one (1) day. it's two am.

wc: 1.7k

𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻❜𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗱𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗮𝗿𝗺𝘀.

Miguel knew that feeling all too well. Gabriella faded away in his arms, a flash of technicolour and geometric shapes. An entire world, falling away and escaping from him, like grains of glass as fine as sand but still so colourful. That's what kept him moving. He never wanted someone to make the same mistake. But he was only a man. he couldn't be alone in the isolation of his own making forever. He built up those walls, praying he'd have the sense to never knock them down. But brick by brick, other people did. First was Jess. She was his friend, his sister in arms. Then Peter, then a thousand other faces and names and hearts and morals and everything that made Spider-Man, Spider-Man. They each took a brick, as though it was nothing. It was just by pure chance that she was the one to take that last brick. She was a new addition. Friendly, witty, quick on her feet. Just like everyone else. Another Spider in another place and another time. Another in a million, another clone, another warm body as fodder. But when Jess brought her to him, Miguel knew; she was one in a trillion.

She had stood next to Jess, firm, with a thousand yard stare like she'd been digging around Miguel's soul and yanking out her favourite bruises. Harrowing was a good word for it. Her estranged brother, a captain in the police, had died. She looked like she'd seen Hell. Fresh bruises, scarring, her suit torn in some places...and she stood tall.

"Spider-Woman, from Earth 7290. Also known as Y/N."

Jess spoke softly, a hand on Y/N's shoulder. Her breathing was steady but her eyes had glazed over, completely tapped out to the situation. Miguel felt his heart tug. He knew what it was like. Everyone did. Most Spiders were sad, upset, but she simply seemed...angry. Furious, even. Like if Miguel made a move towards her, she'd chew him up and spit him out. He'd seen people try to tame horses before, ones that would buck and kick and neigh until someone's leg was broken. It was like Jess was doing that. The one hand on Y/N's shoulder, keeping her in place.

"Miguel?" Jess spoke up, and he came out of his haze. "Are you listening?" "Yeah." He nodded, quietly clearing his throat. "Sure. Get her a watch." Jess shared a look with Y/N, one that he couldn't quite tell the reasoning behind, but the glance of her eyes was enough.

Spider-Woman of Earth 7290 took the last brick.

He'd see Y/N around, walking around the Spider Society and speaking with other Spiders. She seemed to hold that anger close to her heart, despite the other Spiders telling her that it'd get better over time. They'd healed, or got over it, or pushed it out of their mind. But not Y/N. She stayed mad. She stayed angry. Miguel understood that more than most. Mourning took time. So many had gotten over it after years. It wasn't fair to expect Y/N get it over it so fast. He didn't think so, anyway. After all, it was an anomaly that took her brother's life. A mistake. It had fallen off the proverbial map, but according to Jess, Y/N had 'handled it her own way'. Whatever that meant. Miguel didn't really care. All he worried about was her. Rather than just taking the brick off his walls, she smashed it in with a hammer and ran it over with a bulldozer. She had a wrecking ball to smash a single blue and red brick. And he hated it. Because what about Gabriella? What about his wife? Did their deaths mean nothing now? And how was this healthy? Granted, Miguel wasn't a healthy person. Not like that. But the sudden way his mind dedicated himself to her was absurd. Did it have to do with his DNA? With the spider mutation? Rapture? Mating season? There had to be an explanation. A cure.

But there was none.

Now, Miguel's mind was rotting away. He wished he could pry it open and take to it with tweezers, to prod out the parts that he hated. But his eyes lingered on you for a moment too long, and he knew he didn't stand much of a chance anymore. It was all Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. Even just the faint, passing scent of her was enough to drive him up a wall that very much shouldn't exist. Passing word of her wellbeing made him tune into conversations he was never part of. He began to develop a seventh sense: touch, hearing. sight, smell, taste, spidersense, and Y/Nsense.-the uncanny ability to know when she needed help. Trademarked, owned by Miguel O'Hara exclusively. Peter once teased him about how Miguel would suddenly jump up and scoot over to the cameras, checking in on Spider-Woman 7290.

The teasing didn't last long when given way to the severity of the situation.

Gradually, Miguel leaned into it. If he couldn't fight it, then join it. Revel in it. Let his eyes linger on her frame. Let his waking hours resort to thinking of her. Let him suffer. He deserved it. He began to follow Y/N around. What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her. And sometimes, Miguel would see enemies-a Vulture here, a Doc Ock there-and he'd help when she wasn't looking. Little favours here and there began cropping up. Getting her groceries. Taking care of her cat. Fiddling with the gas for the car of the one creep that kept following her around that was so sure she was Spider-Woman. Granted, the creep was right. But he didn't know that.

(He did. Love comes in many shapes and forms.)

Y/N never seemed to notice. She was off, battling her own demons and fighting the good fight in her own world. She was good and kind and still angry but she used that anger so well, and Miguel loved her for it. She burned with the anger of a thousand dying stars. She was everything. When Y/N would stop by the Spider Society, Miguel made sure to look good. Brush his hair, brush his fangs, make sure his eye bags weren't too obvious, or if they were, then they looked good. He was trying to get her to like him, after all. Check to make sure his suit didn't have any tears or holes. Because Y/N was gorgeous. She could drag herself in with her guts spilling out like roadkill and he'd still think she's the most beautiful thing to grace the multiverse.

The beauty of delusion, he supposed.

He was aware how delusional this was. He knew how absurd it was that he saw her and fell immediately. Was this what happened in fairy tales? Is this what Prince Charming felt when he saw Cinderella? The world completely spinning the moment there's even a hint of her? The complete dedication of his heart to this woman that barely acknowledged him...someone who would only glance his way if it was a requirement. Y/N was cordial to him, but little more. And it made his heart ache. She spoke to Jess more than she spoke to him. It felt wrong. It felt cruel, like a tease, trailing up and down his spine but never providing relief. One word to him was ten to Jess.

Miguel refuses to admit it, to accept that he was willing to stoop so low. But there was a brief moment where he thought about hurting Jess. Or getting her on some mission that would take forever. Breaking her bracelet when she least expected it so Y/N would have to come to him.

He'd never act on it. He was sure of that.

If there was one thing Miguel was proud of for himself, it was his restraint. He had the unparalleled ability to simply...hold off. Another day, he'd tell himself. Next time, he'd self-assure. Then another next time. Then another. Until heaven knows how many next times it's been, and he's aching for her to even look at him, but why won't she glance his way? Why was she so cold? He's done everything he could. Just look at him! For god's sake, just fucking look at him! That's all he wanted! Five minutes with your eyes on him, your undivided attention.

But no. Another day, he said. Next time.

But maybe he could simply...take Y/N away. Her world was inconsequential. It'd be easy to take care of any villains. He'd do it for her, single-handedly. She were everything. He could just keep her there, in his office, never allowed to leave. He could come back after a long mission to her loving arms, her warm embrace, flush to flush to flush to flush. He'd do unspeakable things just for her to trace the vague outline of his body with her eyes. If Y/N told him to kill, he'd do so without question anymore. Miguel barely had any control over himself.

The next time he saw her, it was while dealing with Miles. It was so much, all at once and never at all and undying and swarming his senses. It was so much that he didn't realise how much she'd been smiling at the two teenagers, how sweet her gaze got, the gentle touches and warm laughter and how Gwen and Miles looked up to her.

He didn't know Y/N had a soft spot for kids. And he found out most vividly when she was the first one to help Miles escape, blocking off what must've felt like half of the Spider Society with the same undying rage, now spent on protecting her new friend, the child she called such sweet things. That she saw as her own.

Miguel felt his heart shatter when he had to take her down. The way she fell into the floor, limp and dangling like she was nothing more than occupied space. His heart was wounded, wailing like a dying dog. She picked the newcomer, the anomaly, over him. Him, her one true love. Did it matter that she'd known it yet? No. It only mattered that she helped Miles escape.

Lord, he thought. I worry that love is violence.

[yandere-daze]

As you may have noticed, I started getting into Resident Evil and the Leon brainworms are strong. I am so down bad for this man so it was inevitable that I would have to write something for him soon.

So here you go, enjoy!

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, over-protectiveness, delusional mindset, mentions of violence and guns ( because it´s resident evil), staring, delusional mindset

Please do tell me if there is anything else you would like to have tagged!

General Yandere! RE2 Leon Kennedy headcanons

I believe that rather than an authority figure or someone working with the government, Yandere! RE2 Leon would fall in love and grow obsessed with a civilian

He first sees you in Racoon City, an innocent bystander running away with a zombie following behind very closely. You were scared to death and Leon immediately decided to jump into action, not at all hesitating drawing his gun and shooting the zombie until it dropped to the ground and stopped moving

It has always been in his nature to protect other people and so naturally, he just had to help you out.

But there was also a different reason why he had decided to help you. Truthfully, Leon had just been overwhelmed with relief to see another living human being amidst this hell he had been thrown into. All this time he had feared that he might be truly alone in this, but now there´s someone else. Someone that can keep him company in these dire times. Someone he can talk to. Someone he can protect and keep safe

Of course you´re very happy to see Leon after he had basically just saved your life and so, after you´ve both introduced yourself to each other, you agree to tag along with Leon when he offers to take you with him

I mean why wouldn´t you? Going with him would greatly increase your chances of surviving this entire ordeal and not being completely alone just lifts a huge weight off your shoulders

You´re honestly just glad that Leon lets you go with him, it´s not like you´re really of use to him, so you would have understood if he decided that it was too much to deal with

And yet, when he looks at you with a small smile and promises you that he´ll keep you safe no matter what, you have a feeling that you can trust him to keep his promise

And he definitely does! Whenever a zombie appears, Leon tells you to get behind him while he wastes no time shooting them.

He has to admit though, the way you fearfully hide behind him and stick close to him makes him feel a little strange. Why does it feel so good for you to go to him for protection? Why does he like knowing that he´s the one making sure you´re unharmed, the one taking care of you?

Why does he not want to let go when he protectively wraps an arm around your waist?

Yes, the more time passes, the more Leon starts to fall for you. Going through such a traumatic event with someone else by your side probably speeds up the process too.

You´re both the only partner the other one has. And so, Leon starts to get attached to you. The way he feels about you slowly shifts from someone he met under unfortunate circumstances to someone he met because it was meant to be this way. Fate had brought the two of you together.

Why else would you two be the only living people in this place? There was simply no other explanation.

And he had certainly taken notice of the way his heart speeds up when you smile at him every time you thank him for taking care of you.

He wants to take care of you forever. He wants to show you that he could. Better than anyone else.

And so, Leon gets more and more protective, determined to make sure you both get out of this alive so you can start planning your future with each other.

Because of this, he doesn´t like it when you stray too far away from him. Just having you leave him for around a minute makes him want to make a mad dash to go after you, immensely worried that something might happen to you while he´s not there to protect you.

He´s pacing around the room and biting his fingernails when you tell him you just want to check out a room you saw down the hallway real quick. It doesn´t matter that he already killed all the zombies roaming these halls on your way here, what if there´s another one? What if you´re all alone in that dark room and suddenly the door slams closed and a zombie tumbles out of a locker? What if he wouldn´t be able to get to you quickly enough? What if you died because he wasn´t there?

These thoughts keep eating at him and so Leon practically insists on going everywhere with you, he starts getting really clingy all of a sudden, not letting you walk even two steps without him trailing closely behind.

You might have gotten mad about someone acting that way usually but you can´t really bring yourself to blame him, considering the situation you were in.

Still, you found it kind of creepy how his eyes never seemed to leave your form. Whenever you would turn your head to look at Leon, you would catch him already staring at you intensely.

He´d have the shame to blush and apologize for staring at you but he never really stops doing it either. He just can´t help it, you´re so enchanting he has to always have his eyes on you! It´s like he´s drawn to you.

Um, he always has to make sure you´re safe, is what he meant to say there actually! There´s no other motive behind his staring!

But yes, Yandere! RE2 Leon is like a lovesick little puppy that trails after you and practically begs for your praise.

There´s always this creepily bright smile on his face whenever you thank him for doing something for you. It´s like he´s living off of your praises. And he is, truthfully. There´s nothing better to him than hearing your praise, it makes all this work worth it.

It just feels so good to hear you compliment him so sometimes he makes a show out of killing zombies, trying to look as cool as possible in front of you in an attempt to charm you. He wants you to think he´s cool and reliable. He wants you to think that he´s a good partner. That he could be the perfect boyfriend for you.

Because he´s sure that there´s no one out there that cares about you as much as he does. He would do absolutely anything for you. You could use him as much as you like and he would do it all with a smile on his face.

He just wants to show you how much he adores you, how much he loves you! That you two are meant to be together! He´s too shy to say it to you outright but he knows you must also feel the same way about him. You must! Because you´re soulmates and now that he finally met you, Leon is not willing to let go of you again.

It´s unlikely he would ever lock you up or kidnap you but he desperately wants to be a part of your life.

So please just say you love him back! Tell him you´ll never let him go and Leon will worship you every single day for the rest of his life.

[b00tyliciousbabe]

hey i don’t know if you’re taking requests but if so can you write a bottom male reader x himbo Jordan Riki where they’re fucking at home after the game and Jordan is horny as fuck and wants to celebrate the win?

thank you so much :)

THIS EATS SO HARD! omds i love this. and of course, imma try my best to write. ENJOY!

update: my apologies to whoever sent me this request, life’s just been lifin’ - STREAM SUBMISSIVE BY DESTIN CONRAD!

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trophy

jordan riki x male reader

summary: for jord’ you’re the only prize worth playing for.

notes: AHHH! my first request. lowkey kinda exciting, but i went way off on a tangent. nonetheless…still spicy xx

song rec: ‘lite’ by downtown kayoto

a few minutes passed as you admiringly watched him pop champagne for the celebratory pictures. ‘Y/N!’ a young woman screamed. you turned back to see it was sienna, who was going out, with jordan’s best friend, jock. ‘omds! i ain’t seen you in forever, how’ve you been?’ hugging her, you match the excitable energy her smile expressed. it was so nice having someone who understood the pressure of being with a sportsman and how demanding it was. the championship was being held in scotland and thus, the NRL had paid for the entire team to stay in the most beautiful hotel. on the walk back, you and sienna spoke about your plans for the future, mostly on the topic of marriage. ‘i hear congratulations are in order, i am so happy for you and jock!’ you smile at her ‘took him long enough,’ sienna joked as she flashed the engagement ring. ‘i cannot wait, plus as my man of honour, we need to start prepping real soon.’ she says going into bridezilla mode already. ‘trust it’s gonna be the best day ever.’ you sigh stopping in your tracks, ‘what’s wrong, Y/N?’ sienna expresses concern. ‘I’ve just been thinking a lot about how my relationship with jordan,’ you start to tear. ‘sometimes i feel like he will only ever see me as his teenage crush, and not something more.’ you finally admitted and it was like a weight off of your chest. ‘Y/N, i completely understand, but jordan is obsessed with you, he’s always telling me and jock about how he’s just waiting for the right time to pop the question.’ her words were so comforting, and left you with a calming sentiment.

you made your way up to the hotel room, and as you opened the door, you were greeted with roses on the floor. you looked up to see the chiselled figure of your man lying naked on the bed and shimmering in the moonlight. ‘jordan, what is all this?’ you asked, stunned by his grand gesture. ‘i couldn’t celebrate knowing that i left my boy on his own’ he got up and began to undress you. towering above you, he lifted your chin to place a sloppy kiss on your lips. you’d never seen him like this before, dominant with his touch and so submissive with his heart. you pulled off your baggy jeans with one swift move, as you knelt down wearing a vest and boxers.

‘such an eager slut aren’t you,’ he spits into your mouth as you look up at him with bright eyes. ‘careful now,’ you whispered, teasing the underside of his cock with the tip of your tongue ‘i don’t have to suck you off.’ to which jordan snickered at your attempt to manipulate. without warning he shoved his dick inside your mouth. ‘ahhh,’ he breathed ‘much better.’ your lips felt so warm around him and he always appreciated how you were always there to use as his own. he began thrusting deeply, as the percussion of his balls slapping your chin made a beautiful symphony of pleasure alongside your gagging and slobbering on his rod. ‘fuck you look so pretty.’ He groaned ‘I could marry you rn.’ a request he subconsciously muttered under his breath. this sentiment was not lost on you and you stopped to deepthroat him fully, suctioning at the this base of his large dick. ‘SHIIIIIIIIIIIT.’ he grunted, holding your curls in adoration. jordan pulled you off him as you giggled with pride watching how he was entranced by the slick you painted on his pole.

you rise onto your feet, staring up into his eyes. wrapping your arms around his broad neck as he placed light spanks on your ass, kneading your dough with his big, coarse hands. jordan invaded your mouth, using his tongue to fast himself on your lips. his fingers spread your thick cheeks apart as he circled around your taint. ‘jump baby.’ he said deeply as his passion overcame him. you obliged as he placed you lovingly on your back, the bed of rose petals adorned your skin, making this erotic painting all the more romantic. your bf climbed onto you and raised your legs above your head. like a jigsaw, you molded them to fit onto his shoulders, with jordan’s piece knocking at your entrance. your pussy lips puckered at the prospect of getting wrecked, making it easy for him to slip in. ‘jord…’ you moan at how full you felt, signalling to him that he needed to go slowly. ‘easy baby, let me know if it’s too much.’ he reassures, adjusting himself inside you slipping in the last couple of inches. ‘I’m all in now love, I’m gonna go faster okay?’ He kisses your neck as you stroke his biceps.

he bowed his head into the crook of your neck, rutting into you viciously as you cradled his head. ‘fuck babe, fuuuck.’ you both scream ‘marry me…’ he mutters again, you clearly heard it this time. he continues pounding your pussy as his breathing gets deeper. ‘marry me already…’ slipped out as he moaned in ecstasy. ‘fuck yes, I’ll marry you babe,’ you matched his energy as he stopped in his tracks. he stared at you like a lost puppy. ‘shitttt, it wasn’t meant to be like this, i had a whole thing planned afterwards, we were gonna go on a walk, i was gonna go down on one knee and-‘ you cut your man off with a kiss that reminded you of the early days of your relationship. ‘I love you jordan, it doesn’t matter where we are or what we are doing, but i will never stop loving you.’ he started tearing up. ‘Y/N how am i the one crying when it’s you that ain’t gonna be walking for the next week?’ he joked to lighten up the mood. ‘aw babe,’ you whined, kissing him once more ‘if it makes you feel better, i can erase what you said from my memory?’ he smiled into yet another tongue dance ‘nah, don’t even worry about it sweetheart, imma fuck u so dumb you don’t even be able to remember your name.’ he threatened, pressing on your abdomen to feel how deep he was inside of you. his dick twitched as your slick hole was doing so well cockwarming him.

by the end of the night, he had dumped his load into 4 times, and while you laid on his chest, he couldn’t stop thinking about his win. not just the game or player of the season, but how he had won your heart. so while you were asleep , somehow so tired to the point you’d completely forgotten his proposal, he looked up at the ceiling and dreamt about your wedding.

@gayaristocrat dacre is up next ml <3 what typa scenario are we thinking?

[cypherscript]

Pulling a favor

Been watching Hazbin Hotel, really enjoying it so far. Time to mix my obsessions together cause that's what we do here, ain't it?

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"Okay, I can get you the meeting but once you're in Heaven I wont be able to go with you. Will you be okay?"

Charlie takes Lucifer's hand into hers, "I'll be fine."

Lucifer places his other hand on hers, "That's my girl". He steps back, a look of pride on his face before sighing, "Good luck, kiddo." His magic flares from the ground, taking him away in a swirl of power before he steps out into a room full of his rubber ducks. Flopping down into a pile of ducks reveals a throne like chair that he slowly sinks into. "What should I do? Heaven's never going to listen to her... but maybe... YES! Where is it?" He begins digging through the multitude of ducks before pulling out a scroll with a note, 'One Favor-open when shit hits the fan'.

With a flourish he breaks the seal on the scroll, tossing it into the air as it bursts into an acid green flame and grows larger and larger until it's nearly 6ft tall, Lucifer lowers his head: not quite a bow but somewhat respectful, "King Pariah, I have a request, I have need of-"

"Uuuuh," a voice most definitely not King Pariah spoke, "I don't know who you are but Pariah's long gone."

Lucifer looks up to see the flames displacing a human boy sitting at a table eating food with his family. "Someone... Someone defeated the Infinite King?"

"Who is it sweetie? One of your ghost friends," The mother asks as the boy stands up, grasping the 'frame' of the green fire. "Isn't Pariah the ghost that stole our town?"

"Yeah mom, I'm not sure who this is so I'll just take this into another room."

"Alright Danno, I'll save you some meatloaf," the massive man who was obviously the boys father.

Lucifer's mind was going a million mile an hour, 'The Infinite King was defeated... The scroll opened to this human boy... This boy defeated Pariah Dark in single combat... HOW?! Human's are so squishy.'

The boy released the flame to float in front of him, "So why were you trying to contact king edgelord?"

"I am... sorry... but who are you?"

"Ah... so you're not a ghost," The boy asks, tilting his head before a ring of pure white light travels over his body transforming him; hair whiter than the holy light, eyes as green as the flame he spoke into, a cloak of stars that continued for what seemed forever over a black and white hazmat suit with a crown of aurora over his head. "My name is Phantom, Pariah tried to take what was mine and I had to put him back where he came from but I suppose you've already pieced that together..." Phantom gestures to introduce himself.

"Yes sir, I have, I am Lucifer of the Morningstar."

"The archangel?"

"Yes, that's... usually not the first guess people go with, I'm also the leader of Hell. I had used this scroll to ask a favor of the Infinite King. My daughter, Charlie, is going to Heaven to meet with the other angels about this plan she has to save the sinners from being slaughtered by the angel exterminators."

"Slaughtered? Aren't they already dead?"

"Normally yes but the angel's weapons can completely destroy the sinner's soul when they're exterminated."

Phantom stills from messing with his cloak, his face stony and shadowy as the lights in the room begin to flicker, "Their souls are destroyed?"

Lucifer feels something he's not felt in a long time creep up his spine, "Yes sir, I was hoping to ask for a favor to protect Charlie while she's up there. They can easily kill her, I'll happily agree to make a deal with you for it."

"No," Phantom says, cutting Lucifer off.

"Ah... I see, thank you for your time," Lucifer goes to cut off the flame video.

"I mean 'No' to the deal. I'll help you but not for a deal, I'd also like to have a word with these angels as well"

"Oh thank you, Phantom! Do I need to bring you here?"

"No need, one second," Phantom leans away from the flame, "Can you guys put my food up?! I've got some duties to take care of love you!"

"Can do, Danno!"

"Love you, sweetie!"

"Right, step away from the flame please." Lucifer does so and Phantom steps through flame with a ripple. Once he's through the flame poofs out of existence. "Nice place, love the... ducks?"

"Ah yes, they're a project of mine..."

"Well, I've seen weirder obsessions. Now what's this about destroying souls?"

"Right, let me explain while I set up the meeting with the angels for Charlie.

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Danny had never heard of such bullshit in his unlife and he worked with the observants for ancient's sake! He steps out of the portal provided by Lucifer, switching to his human form, to the so called Pearly Gates with some Suburbia Ken standing at a podium.

"Welcome to Heaven! May I please know your name?"

"Danny Fenton."

"Right let's see; Dan, Danielle, Ah yes, Daniel Fenton. Oh goodness, you've been dead for some time, why are you just now getting into Heaven?"

"Traffic?"

"..." The angel stands in silence then bursts into a smile, "Well regardless, welcome to heaven!" He throws open the gates and Danny steps inside, his nose twitching at the lack of anything. His eyes lock onto the tallest tower and makes his way to it, the elevator inside playing harps and lyres for elevator music. As he gets closer to his destination he can hear the angels and Charlie musically their debate.

"Ancients I hate Musical dimensions," He says as the elevator comes to a slowing stop. "Showtime," Danny smiles as his transformation takes place, the holy lights in the elevator dimming and flickering.

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Sera looks to Charlie, "I'm sorry, the court finds that the souls in Hell can not be redeemed."

Adam is all smiles at this point, "Ohhohoho YES! I win. Suck it! You better save the day c*&ts because we're coming to your hotel first."

"Are you now?" a male voice asks from behind him, grabbing his hand as he and crushing it in his grip.

"Ah fuck, my hand! Who the fuck are you," Adam screams as the courtroom fills with the inky void of space and Phantom fades into view.

Sera looks down on Phantom and then do his crown, "What are you doing here, Phantom? You have no right to be in this court!"

"No RIGHT?! Do you know what this bastard's doing?! I have every right to be here." Phantom tosses Adam easily to the ground. "You're destroying souls!!"

Adam gets up and summons a sword and swings at Phantom with it scream, "What's it to you freak-show?! Who cares what happens those piss bastard sinners?!"

"Sinners huh? Then why are you here?" Phantom turns frigid as a chain of ice appears on Adam's neck, the end in Phantom's hand. He yanks it tightly, pulling Adam to the floor. "Mister First Sinner. How could you get into heaven?"

The other angels in the court whispering, asking the same question.

"How are you doing that?!"

"None of your business. I was hoping Lucifer's daughter would be able to talk some sense into the lot of you but it seems there's just to many rotten apples up here. Let me fix that." Phantom steps onto Adam's back, grabbing his wings and ripping them off in a quick pull, filling the court with his screams. Lute tries to come to his aid but is slammed into the ground by the inky blackness.

"Phantom that is enough," Sera shouts down to him as she flashes down to the floor, "Why are you here? How did you know know this meeting was taking place?" Phantom glances at Charlie, still holding Vaggie, causing Sera to sigh, "Of course it was Lucifer..."

"I'll freely admit he asked me to be here to watch after here but it became so much more when I found out what this asshole's been doing."

"He did what he had to do, the demons were going to rebel and we had to protect our own souls. They need to be kept in line!"

"There is no their souls or your souls. You are disrupting the balance, if you kill the soul there's going to be issues with the mortal worlds and if the mortal world goes so do yours. You were so worried about the demons attacking you? You keep destroying souls and all you're going to have to worry about is me."

"Are you threatening Heaven, Infinite King?"

The wings in Phantoms hands turn to ice and shatter into billions of pieces, "I don't make threats, Sera, I make promises." Phantom treads over to Charlie and Vaggie, thrusting his hand out and portal much like a blackhole opens up, "Come along you two." They simply step through with him as the court of angels burst into a cacophony of angelic shouts of alarm and outrage.

[buckybarnesb-tch]

I Don’t Want a Crown Pt.2

(I was working on this only a few days before you requested it so it’s not exactly the way you requested but when are my requests ever perfect🤣 I hope you love it either way)

Also ‘I Don’t Want a Crown’ was a Human AU so he doesn’t turn her sadly but I think you’re right, if he did break his curse he would be a million times more needy for his wife!

I Don’t Want a Crown Pt. 1

The morning of the wedding I woke myself up nearly an hour before my maid even came to get me, starting on my hair early as I was too excited to sleep.

I had spent the last 2 days with Niklaus, planning the wedding as quickly as possible and he got every little thing that I wanted. He made it very clear that I was his Princess and that I would never live a second without the things I wanted in my life. His dedication to me was sweet and while I loved how much he adored me, my mother, her friends and almost all of the maids had made comments about his behavior being a bit too…obsessed.

I understood why they thought that, most men weren’t so dedicated to their wives but I loved how sweet and attentive he was. He wanted me by his side every second of the day, holding my hand, keeping me against his side every time that he could, always wanting his hands on me.

He was never inappropriate though, not once pushing the limits, always ensuring my comfort when he held me, even at night when he snuck into my room to snuggle me. I adored how needy he was for my presence and my touch, I actually had a husband who wanted to be with me and I couldn’t be happier, never once believing the women around me that told me I was in danger. I am not afraid of my betrothed, and I would not be afraid of my husband.

Everything that morning moved very quickly as things were set up and my mother and sisters all helped me dress in my gown before walking me to the ceremony, taking their seats. My father took my arm and refused to make eye contact with me before walking me down the aisle to the music, my husband dressed in a blue waistcoat that I instantly noticed made his eyes sparkle. His smile was huge as he watched me walk down the aisle and I couldn’t keep the blush from my face as his eyes trailed over every inch of me.

While I was nervous for our wedding night, I was also excited, knowing that my husband was a passionate and kind man (to me at least) and he would never hurt me on purpose. His hands had only ever excited me at the prospect of him touching me intimately and I was more excited than ever as we were so close, wanting to make him as happy as he had made me and determined to bring him more pleasure than anyone ever had, even if I was completely inexperienced.

‘You’re beautiful.’ He whispered as he took my hands and pulled me close, listening to the priest, repeating the vows he had Nik speak before moving onto me.

‘If anyone here has any reason this man and women should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace.’ I noticed Niklaus’ gaze flicker to my father with a glare before the moment was passed. ‘I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the-…bride.’ Nik had pressed his lips to mine in a needy, loving kiss before the Priest had even finished his sentence, arms circling my waist and holding me tight, molding our lips together and I knew neither of us wanted to stop.

He pulled away reluctantly a moment later and pressed his forehead to mine. ‘You’re all mine, Princess. Never getting away from me now.’ He teased and I couldn’t stop the giggle as he held my hand and led me back down the aisle, into the dining room where the reception would take place. ‘Thank you to everyone that is here with us to celebrate our special day, please have a drink and enjoy the celebration!’ Nik spoke once everyone had come inside, now mingling around as my sisters approached, coming to help me change out of my wedding dress, into one more comfortable for the evening.

‘I’ll be right back, I’m going to change.’ I told him, kissing his cheek before he caught my hand.

‘I will help you, no need for your sisters to leave the party.’ Nik led me towards the exit only to be stopped by my eldest sister, Sabrina.

‘There’s no need my Lord, you shouldn’t be bothered with something so trivial. We will have her right back to you-‘

‘Thank you Sabrina, however I would much prefer to assist my wife. You can understand, I’m sure. Stay, get yourself a drink, your husband is already several into the evening.’ She straightened up, looking at me concerned as she had been since meeting Niklaus but I ignored her, pulling him along out of the dining hall and down the corridor to my room, a room that wouldn’t be mine anymore. ‘You’re alright with me helping you, aren’t you my love?’

‘Of course I am. You are my husband, I am comfortable with you in any situation.’ I promised as I shut the door before turning around and being pinned against it with his lips on mine, roughly. His hands trailed from my waist for the first time, down my hips and to the backs of my thighs, lifting my legs around him and carrying me to my bed and setting me down, leaning over me.

‘I know we don’t have much time here but I have been dying to touch you since the moment I first laid eyes on you. Would you allow me to bring you pleasure before returning to the guests?’ He asked, kissing his way down my jaw to my neck.

His lips felt wonderful and I doubt I would have said “no” to anything he wanted at that moment. ‘I am yours, my husband can have me in anyway he wishes.’ I cried out as he bit down against the side of my neck before continuing to suck that spot, sending chills down my spine. I was amazed that something so simple as biting at my neck could bring me such astounding pleasure.

‘You are absolute perfection, my love…I promise you will love this. And I will never grow tired of doing it for you.’ His hands lifted the skirts of my dress up above my waist and I kissed him again as his fingers pulled my panties down my legs. He pulled back from the kiss and pulled me to the edge of the bed, kneeling on the floor to see my now completely exposed cunt to his eyes for the first time. ‘You are perfection, my love. Absolute perfection. You tell me if you don’t like it and I will stop, I promise.’ I barely had time to consider his words before his tongue licked straight up my pussy making me gasp.

‘What are you doing?! You don’t have to-Ah!’ I squealed as his lips sucked onto my clit, hands lifting my legs over his shoulders as I flattened the skirts as much as I could to be able to see where his face was now buried in between my thighs. His stubble was scratching against my tender flesh between my legs and while I would have imagined it to be painful, the feeling sent chills up my spine and caused goosebumps to erupt on my flesh.

I had only heard about men doing something like this and my mother made it clear that it was just a myth, men didn’t really do things like this to their wives, or any women, but my husband was quickly proving her wrong.

‘Oh God! Niklaus! Ah! So-So Good!’ My fingers tightened in the comforter below me as my head laid back, unable to hold it up anymore. He pushed his fingers into me and it was a strange feeling, having something inside of me for the first time but as he pumped them in and out my back arched as he pressed against something wonderful. ‘Oh Fuck! Niklaus! Please-Please don’t stop! I can’t-I n-need to-Niklaus!’ As I screamed his name the tension in my belly seemed to snap, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I cried out. His tongue continued licking over me, and the slurping sounds he was making were downright obscene before he pulled back and stood from the floor, leaning over me to see my face.

‘You taste delicious, my beautiful wife. Did your husband make you feel good?’ He questioned and I could only whine at that moment, opening my eyes and seeing my slick covering his mouth.

‘You didn’t…that was…you are a God.’ I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down to press our lips together, not caring about his mouth still slick with me. He kissed me for just a moment before pulling me up into a sitting position, never breaking our kiss as he unlaced the back of my corset and pulled my dress down.

‘Can you stand up?’ He wondered and I considered it.

‘It’s a possibility.’ I teased and he nipped at my bottom lip before pulling me up and yanking my dress down roughly and leaving me completely bare without my dress or corset, my panties long gone.

‘My God, you are so beautiful. These are fucking delicious!’ He moaned, leaning down and wrapping his lips around my left nipple and making me gasp. I pulled against his hair and he groaned, switching breasts when there was suddenly a knock at the door.

‘Y/n! Do you need help?!’ Sabrina called.

‘No! Just a minute! He-He took a minute to figure out the laces!’ I tried so hard not to stutter before he pulled back with a popping sound off of my breast.

‘So fucking sweet.’ He whispered into my ear, kissing my neck and pulling me against him allowing me to feel his erection against my lower stomach.

‘We’ll hurry up, dinner is about to start! Don’t let him get distracted or you’ll never come back out!’ She teased in a voice that I didn’t really care for, hating how much she disliked my husband.

‘Fuck Off Sabrina! We’ll be right out!’ Nik snapped, standing up now and grabbing my gown, laying it over the chair carefully before taking the blue dress I had gotten for the reception so I didn’t risk ruining my white gown.

I heard Sabrina huff angrily, stomping off down the hall before Nik kissed me again and I pulled away kissing his chest and moving to kneel in front of him before he caught me. ‘I want to take care of you…I can’t let you do all of that and then leave you like this.’

‘My sweet wife wants to take care of me, God, I want your wonderful lips on my cock, but not right now. Now, you dress-‘ he told me, pulling the dress on me and lacing it up in record time before turning me back around. ‘-and I fill your sweet little pussy before we go back out there.’ I looked up at him in shock, not having expected that.

‘We don’t have time, I want you to enjoy it, my King. I don’t want you to rush.’ He shook his head, pulling up the skirt of my dress before lifting me to lay on the bed once again.

‘Kissing this sweet little cunt nearly finished me off already. I’m not going to fuck you, not yet, just cum inside of you. I want to know that my cum is already taking hold in your womb…leaking out of you while we eat dinner, and dance together in front of everyone. You are mine, Princess, Fucking Mine!’ He growled, pinning me back and kissing me, before looking at me desperately. ‘Tell me you want me to fill your little pussy?’ He waited a moment before I nodded my head.

‘I want you to cum inside me, want it dripping out of me for the rest of the night. Please, fill me up my King?’ I begged and he was instantly unbuckling his belt, ripping his pants open. He pulled me up by my thighs and angled my hips up, pressing his hard cock against my hole and pushing just slightly as the head of his dick was shoved into me. ‘Fuck, you’re so big! You’re gonna rip me in two!’ I moaned, rubbing my clit roughly, desperate for my husband to just say fuck the party and fuck me however he wanted but he groaned as I spoke to him, his eyes darkening. ‘Breed me, my King! I want to carry your child for everyone to see! Fill me with your babies! Please? Please, I need it?!’

‘Oh Fuck! Yes Princess! Need to see you swell with my baby inside you, Be so fucking gorgeous! Fuck-Oh Fuck!’ He grunted, biting his lip to keep from being any louder as I slapped my hand over my mouth, cumming while feeling his cum rushing into me as he finished, pumping much more than I expected into my cunt. ‘So pretty, Princess. Gods, you’re fucking gorgeous!’ He released my waist and leaned down over me, his body pressing mine into the bed as he nuzzled into my neck.

‘I love you.’ I mumbled into his ear, wrapping my arms around him and wanting to just stay and take a nap with my husband on top of me.

‘I love you too, Y/n. Love you so much.’

‘Promise me next time we won’t have to move again.’ I teased as he sat up, tucking himself away before pulling my skirt down and helping me up making me gasp as I clamped my muscles, trying not to let anything leak out of me.

‘I promise. We will leave after the dance and we will be locked in our chambers until I am sure my seed had taken hold. Now, I must feed my tired wife, need to make sure you’re taken care of before I fuck you for real, don’t I?’ He teased, pulling me out the door and down the hall, back to the reception where we were ushered to our seats so that they could serve dinner. He surprised me as he pulled me onto his lap before I could sit in my seat and my husband spent dinner feeding me bites of my food and whispering dirty things in my ear. I eventually forced him to eat something himself as he was clearly having fun feeding me before having a few drinks and holding me as close as he could as we danced together for the first time. He had decided to forgo the dance with my father, not liking to see him touch me in any way knowing that he has caused me pain as many times as he has. ‘Is my wife ready to go home?’ Niklaus asked as I laid my head on his shoulder, allowing him to move us around the floor.

‘My husband may take me anywhere and anyway he likes.’ I whispered, feeling his hands tighten around me.

‘You are pushing my limits, wife. I may just need to take you right here on this dance floor, especially with all of the men who seem to think they are allowed to look at my wife.’ Y/n looked up a bit shocked.

‘Take me home then husband, and make me yours.’ I had barely gotten the sentence out before he was scooping me into his arms and moving for the door.

The carriage was waiting outside and we slipped away quietly without any problems, not willing to deal with my sister.

We ended up in the carriage much longer than expected before my husband carried me inside wrapped in his jacket and up to our bed where he kept his promise, not leaving that bed again until he was sure that I had been filled with his baby.

I could not have asked for a better husband or father and I thank God every day that my father had ‘allowed’ me to marry Niklaus.

Klaus Mikaelson Masterlist

[rexd1z]

IL DOTTORE X READER

idk what the fuck is this.

drabble? headcanons? oneshot? I have no idea, I just wrote it.

Dottore is Zandik!!!

Mentions of corpses, cutting open a living person, removing entrails, blood, obsessive and stalker behavior.

pink is reader and porpol is dottore 🥺

GN! reader ig

English isn't my first language (I'm Chilean) so sorry if there are grammatical errors or something is not understood.

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The first time he saw you, it was in the library and for him it was like love at first sight.

You met Zandik at the Akademiya, he studied in Haravatat and you in Vahumana.

you didn't even notice him staring at you with that crazy look of him.

He learned your routine and the places you go, even your favorite food and your favorite color.

He started following you everywhere from a considerable distance

Zandik draws horrible but he still made little sketches of you in the corners of his notebook

You ALWAYS noticed Zandik stalking you but you couldn't care less, you thought it was cute in a way.

After a few months of dating as "friends" (your dates were in the library or the Akademiya laboratory 💀), Zandik finally confessed to you.

He approached you thanks to Sohreh because she happened to be a friend of yours.

It was strange, he basically made you a poem talking about how he wants you to cut out his heart and eat his insides 💀💀💀💀💀

You accepted, you always thought Zandik was cute so, why not?

After joining the fatui, Zandik Dottore, dragged you with him and made the condition that you must be his personal assistant and be with him 24/7.

And Pierro accepted.

"-Zandik, what the hell are you doing? -you told him as you watched Dottore cut a a LIVING man in half and start injecting him with things that not even God knows what they are.

It was strange for you to have to start calling him Dottore, so in private you kept calling him Zandik.

-I am not Zandik anymore, darling -he said with his disgusting smile.

-Okay Zandik."

He always gets nervous around you even if he doesn't want to admit it, to the rest he must have an image of a hard, serious and cold man, but to you? It's another story.

but we must not forget that he is completely crazy, many times he did experiments with you (nothing totally risky) and he is so protective that he could kill someone if he lays a finger on you 💀

At some point he tried to take out his own heart to give it to you, you obviously interrupted his actions.

He's crazy, completely crazy and insane.

Somehow or another he managed to make you both immortal, so you will stay with him forever.

After creating his clones, he realized that everyone had a special affection for you, and those who didn't know you began to have the same obsession that he had with you at the Akademiya.

He tries to keep you away from his clones as much as possible, he is a very jealous man.

In short words, Dottore is really jealous and possessive, but he loves you with all his soul and even in death he will not leave you <3

Omega is the only clone he lets near you.

I literally wrote this at 3 in the morning and I'm dying of sleep plus I have school tomorrow

It's been a while since the last time i wrote something so it's weird to me😥😥😥

btw dottore is so babygirl I lovw him hes sosilly

[winkliee]

Hello I'm back! How are you? I really loved your first Hantengu's clones fic ! Your writing is really amazing !

Could I request some Yandere Hantengu's clones when they first find out about their s/o ? How would they become obsessed with them ? It can be either separate or together !

If you're too uncomfortable with this request, could you maybe write the same but without yandere please ?

The reader can be either gn or fem, it doesn't matter to me !

Thank you again and have a good day/night ! 🫶

i am so happy you liked it! ty for your request!! hope you are having a good day!

yandere hantengu clones finding out about their s/o!!

warnings: yandere theme, blood/gore, slightly suggestive, mentions of stalking, smut in karaku's part, y/n is seen in different professions and perspectives

sekido!!

he found you out after following some slayers for a surprise attack. you were a nurse at the infirmary, and once he laid his eyes on you, he was in awe. you had a charm, and it worked like magic on him, not only him, but also the others. he didn't complete his mission then, if that leads to you and the others relocating to a safer place? every night he would sneak back to a safe hiding spot, and watch you through your window. by now, he knew your exact routine, since you were so punctual. he would stay all the time you were sleeping, once even burning himself in the sun as he was late to move out. he burns in unimaginable rage when he sees you tending to other slayers, while he cannot receive the same treatment. his jealousy was fueled even more when he saw you concerned over the plight of a missing slayer, someone he had butchered to death just that day, the stench of blood on his hands stronger than ever.

"i will definitely have you only for mine one day," he promises to himself.

karaku!!

karaku must be grateful to daki and gyutaro for guiding his trip in the red light district. how else would he have met you? you were cute, an oiran, and utterly beautiful. he wanted to know her even more, also going to the extent of teasing daki that you were more beautiful than her, when he got to know that you and daki weren't on good terms, he was underwhelmed, since he wanted to get introduced to you. soon enough, he understood he was falling for you, whenever he would get jealous hearing your moans from other men pleasuring you, while he stood outside your window, his hands palming his erection. there was some sort of excitement in this which he felt, which even dragged on to the moment he killed the men who came out from your bedroom, as he would not keep any man who came out from your bedroom alive. he hopes one day he can lay his hands on you, as your customer, and make you his forever.

aizetsu!!

[can't imagine aizetsu as yandere but here we are]

he knew he was doomed from the moment he laid his eyes on you. you almost killed him, and he-he likes you now? he was embarrassed and ashamed with himself as he blushed to the scars you gave him, deliberately not healing them. he started lurking around close to the corps location, checking on your whereabouts, when he was heartbroken to see you already having a lover. he tried to console himself but he couldn't, only watching both of you share kisses and hugs in the vicinity of your bedroom, while his heart burns with jealousy. he wants you to be happy, even though he often finds himself crying on lonely nights, being sure that muzan kibutsuji would kill him if he came to know of his "love story". but all hell broke loose when he saw you two having a quarrel, and he was shouting at you, while you cried. aizetsu was filled with so much rage, he would not let anyone hurt what is his, let alone her lover. as he came out of their house, aizetsu came out of nowhere, punching him, strangling him and almost leaving him half dead when he realized what he had done. he fled, but somehow the stench and sight of blood in his hands made him happy, until he saw you crying for him, and not for aizetsu, when his heart was broken again.

"someday would surely come when you will cry for me, and that day i am even ready to accept death."

urogi!!

his emotion of joy changes to sadistic pleasure as you scream into his ears and scratch him, telling him to release you. but he won't. after all he has won you. why did he take all the trouble, from following you helping your family bring logs from the forest to seeing your stomach rise softly as you breathe, of course all of this is to win you. although he does regret not getting to consume your now dead family, it would have been such a meal for him. but now he is satisfied with you, as he laughs as you helplessly cling onto him, while he flies high in the sky, taking you to somewhere only he knows.

"you are mine now princess," he says lovingly with a smile on his face, "although i might break a bone or two if you try to escape."

thank you for reading. likes and reblogs are appreciated.

[lunargrapejuice]

dreamy sigh……Artem Wing coming home on Valentine’s to see you in his kitchen in an apron, and only some flimsy red lingerie underneath and a pile of homemade chocolate covered strawberries on the counter. What would he do first? eat a strawberry from your fingers? kiss away the chocolate that splattered across your chest? or maybe he’s just so needy that he takes you right there on the counter hehe ♥️♥️♥️

grayyyy please i love you and this was just so. so. good.💕 your brain is wonferdul & i am obsessed & am also so sorry it took me forever to answer this BUT I WANTED TO WRITE IT & DECIDED WE COULD HAVE IT ALL heheh

chocolate strawberries

artem wing x afab!reader

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, white day fic, food play a little, finger sucking, kitchen sex

your quiet footsteps move along with the melody playing from the bluetooth speaker as you make your way back from the stove to the counter with a bowl of warm chocolate in your hands. the scent of coca filled the kitchen but it wasn’t unusual for the senior attorneys to smell amazing. the flooring under your feet cools your toes but you hardly notice the chill when the rest of your body is as warm despite how little you were wearing at the moment.

your nipples were hard and perked enough to easily be seen even through the lingerie that swayed against your body and the apron that artem usually wore while he cooked for the both of you. he had purchased you your own, and it was hanging in its usual place on a hook right next to his behind the door to the pantry, cute and practical but tonight, after he had given you so many lovely things for valentines day, you were eager to gift him every little thing you could and you knew how much he loved seeing you in his clothing. 

each time you moved, grabbing a clean strawberry from the fridge and dipping it into the creamy chocolate before plating it, careless to how messy your body became in the process, the fabric rubbed against your chest and had the heat pooling between your legs spreading throughout your whole body.

and you felt your body burst with even more intense heat when you heard him call your name, his voice filled with love and sweet ignorance as to what was awaiting him when he finally made his way to the kitchen. you didn’t answer and instead continued with your task, quietly singing along to the song still playing in the background. you heard his steps, felt your heart beat with anticipation at every step that drew nearer to you until they stopped completely, all too soon.

turning, you smile coyly with a bite of your bottom lip but feel your breath stall at the sight of those azure eyes that looked as though they were oceans deep and right now were just as likely to devour you if you dare get lost in them. but with artem, dare you would, for in those endless depths was unparalleled love and the heart of a man determined to show just how so very madly in love with you he was, how lucky he was to be with someone as wonderful and beautiful as you.

“art-” you try to speak his name but there isn’t a moment to get it out before you can only whimper inherently when his lips crash into yours and his fingers are getting lost in your hair as he pulls you flush against him with his other hand at your lower back. he’s still wearing most of his suit, having only shed his jacket and the fine clothes wrinkled under your bodies, his tie clip slipping from where it normally rested perfectly, his hardening cock tightening his slacks but artem didn’t seem to care, not even of the chocolate that was surely now staining the white of his shirt.

you can feel the heaving of his chest against your own and the rapid thump of his heart under your palms that cling to him for purchase. their grip only grows when his strong hands travel down your body to your thighs, addicted to how soft both your skin and the lingerie is, and he lifts you around his waist, his hard dick pressing against your inner thigh for the few steps he takes until your butt meets the counter next to the plate of chocolate dipping strawberries.

his lips never part from yours even when you both feel like you’re barely breathing. each kiss deep and passionate, the tips of your tongues touching and the taste of chocolate from your tongue melting against his taste buds. it’s only when he’s untied the apron and needs to lift it off of you that he pulls away with glossy lips and pink cheeks.

as if you are in much better shape. and just how aroused you are becomes more evident when he removes the apron and sees your lovely figure that lay beneath. adorned in delicate lace and sheer, your breasts heaving with droplets of chocolate clinging to supple skin, the fabric between your legs soaked and looking as delicious as the strawberries you so sweetly prepared for him. he watched the way it dampened more the longer he looked at you and couldn’t help but reach out to run his finger along your clothed cunt, slow and fleeting but still enough to have you writhing against him.

“happy white day love,” you say quietly, the moan you tried to swallow slipping past your lips when he yet again presses his long fingers against your sex that was aching so badly for him, squeezing around nothing, desperate for him. 

it was impossible to even attempt to catch your breath under his loving and lust filled gaze or the way he touched you. it was overwhelming, the way it made you feel and the way his woodsy scent enveloped the world around you but even if you wanted to shy away, it was just as captivating. you could hardly even look away when you reach for the treat you had made, the juicy strawberry cool against your burning fingers. 

“you never told me what you wanted,” you hum with a sweet smile and bring it to his lips, your heart beating wildly at the sight of his thick flashes fluttering closed and his delectable lips being coated in the same juice that drips down your finger and palm, little pieces of chocolate crumbling as he takes a bite. neither of you care to catch it and it drops onto your exposed legs. “i hope thi-”

your words are cut off at the feeling of his fingers wrapping around your wrist and with bated breath you feel the last of the thin barrier holding back your need for him crumble as his eyes open and he takes the strawberry from you with his other hand, sliding your sticky fingers into his mouth. 

with the way his tongue ran between your fingers before giving them a slow suck, your legs shook, your core pooled with desire and the whimper you let out made him groan deep, his hips bucking against any part of you he could reach. slipping your fingers from his hot mouth with a pop, he brings both of his hands up to cradle your face and slowly leans in.

“you are all i want, dove,” he confesses, his breath fanning against your cheek, the truth of his words shining behind his lovely eyes.

“artem~”

he finally closes the distance between you. kiss after kiss his hands reach for you more, deeper into your hair, down your back, under your lingerie to feel all of you, grabbing the squishy flesh of your ass, toying with your hard nipples but he never attempts to take it off of you. all the while your fingers eagerly claw at the buttons of his shirt until his toned chest is exposed and don’t hesitate to reach for his belt, his impressive length straining beneath the fabric of his now chocolate stained pants.

your mouth waters at the sight of his flushed tip leaking pre cum from the moment it’s removed from into confines, even though you haven’t touched him much at all but you knew he wasn’t going to give you the option to taste him, not in the position he had you in, not when his version of a gift would be your cum on his tongue and not vise versa. he assists you with discarding the rest of his clothes, forgotten on the kitchen floor but right now nothing mattered to him other than you, his hands instantly returning to your soft skin once he was naked and hovering above you.

his blue eyes fell a shade deeper at the feeling of your hand around his length, pumping up and down slowly, your thumb smearing droplets of sticky white from the tip. he groans and you scoot closer, his arms holding you steady so you could rest on the edge of the counter and bring his cock to where you needed him most. you were so wet, you had been from the moment you put on your outfit and made your way down the stairs into the kitchen. you didn’t need him to prepare you and you so desperately wanted to feel all of him now. 

either he knew how much you wanted him or he needed you all the same but you didn’t need to ask for him to push the flimsy fabric of your panties to the side so you could line him up with your fluttering hole. he takes your hand away from his cock then, guiding it to rest around his shoulders for stability so he could easily lean in and litter kisses to your chest, poking out his tongue to lick the mess of chocolate you had made on yourself as he slowly sank into you, the call your name seeping into your skin with nearly every thrust of his deep, steady pace.

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Love, Laughter, and Little Pranks

Request: Hi! OMG I am obsessed with you mav x daughter reader!!!!!! It is amazing and the new one is so stinking good!!!!

any who I was on tik tok and I saw this one video of a dad pranking his toddler by saying she was "bad" when she did something totally innocent and instead of the laughing reaction he thought he was going to get she got super upset. She got even more upset that people started laughing and she was just stressed because she always wanted to be good for her dad. It ends with the dad comforting her and saying she did nothing wrong and that she is still good and always has been

I was wondering if you could write a maverick x daughter based on this? maybe like the daughter is toddler age?

Pairings: Maverick x Daughter!Reader, Penny Benjamin x Daughter!Reader, Amelia Benjamin x Sister!Reader, Maverick x Penny Benjamin, Bradley Bradshaw x Jake Seresin

Warnings: crying, angst, fluff

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A/N: so sorry it took forever! Enjoy!

When Maverick and Penny got married just months after the uranium mission it was the happiest day of theirs and Amelia’s lives. But when their daughter Y/N Mitchell, you, were born it was the icing on the cake and their family was complete. Maverick got a biological daughter, Penny got another daughter to spoil and dress up, and Amelia got a baby sister to spoil and had already fallen love with. When the news of Penny and Maverick having a baby hit The Daggers, they became overjoyed especially Bradley. Bradley and Maverick’s relationship had healed but it wasn’t 100% but it was enough and that was perfect for them both, even though yes, they worked on it every day and the relationship was growing stronger.  

When Maverick went to the ultrasound where your heartbeat was heard he actually cried. Penny just smiled and actually teared up seeing this strong man reduced to tears over a heartbeat but she understood it. Ultrasound pictures were printed out and given to them and when they got home, they hung it up on the fridge. Maverick doted on Penny whenever he could take care of her and you. He wasn’t going to let anything happen to either of you.

The day you were born and placed in Maverick’s arms for the first time you looked up at him with wide blue eyes and gave him a gummy smile. Then when he stroked your cheek your eyes slowly closed and you curled further into his chest and went to sleep. Maverick could not stop smiling and he would not let anyone take you away from him, although he did let your mother hold you and feed you but every chance, he got you were in his arms. Penny let him hold you as long as he wanted knowing this was his first biological child and the smile on his face was just as bright as when he was goofing around and flying with Goose. She loved that smile.

Bringing you home was nerve wracking. Maverick had chosen to drive to give Penny the rest she needed and not to put too much stress on her. His driving was slow and Penny was getting fed up with it but all he would say was “We have precious cargo on board. Can’t risk it.” Penny would just roll her eyes but sat back smiling finally seeing Maverick take something so seriously and not be his reckless self for once. Amelia was at the house with Bradley, they would’ve visited them in the hospital but they didn’t want to overcrowd the new parents or newest sibling with their presence.

Penny and Maverick walked into the house to be met with Bradley, Amelia, and The Daggers. Maverick raised an eyebrow at Bradley and he smiled “They wanted to meet the newest member of the squad and how can you say no to that?” Bradley asked.

“He does have a point.” Penny said and Maverick looked at her and sighed.

“Fair enough.” He said and then he sat the car seat on the table and got you out, you were still asleep as Maverick got you out like if he were to move everything would vanish. He walked over to the group of people. “Everyone meet the newest Dagger member Y/N Mitchell.” Maverick said he then looked over to Bradley and Amelia “Who wants to hold her first?” He asked and Bradley and Amelia looked at each other and she nodded.

“Bradley should. I know I’ll get plenty of cuddles when everyone leaves.” She said which was true. Penny smiled at her daughter who smiled back. She walked over, hugged Amelia and then turned to Bradley.

“Make sure you cradle her head.” She said going on to instruct him and he nodded as Maverick placed you in his arms. The movement had woken you up and you looked up at him almost like studying him then your eyes landed on his mustache.

“Hey little one. I’m Bradley. Your brother.” He said and you gave him a gummy smile and reached up to his mustache and giggled.

“I think we all had the same reaction.” Jake said and everyone chuckled and then you cuddled into Bradley’s arms and fell asleep.

 Maverick just looked at the sight of his pseudo son holding his daughter, ‘Yea-‘he thought to himself ‘everything is going to be great.’ Many pictures were taken and you were passed around to each member. You didn’t make a sound when everyone else held you but when you got to Jake’s arms you let out a wail and everyone laughed.

“Hey Y/N/N he has the effect on most girls.” Natasha said with a smirk and then Bob took you and you settled down and went back to sleep Jake looked defeated but knew not to take it personally.

“I’ll get her to like me one day.” He said and he was right about that.

When you spoke your first word it brought tears to Maverick’s eyes. It was just out of the blue one night at the dinner table while you sat in your highchair while Maverick tried to feed you and eat at the same time. Penny, Amelia, and Maverick had gotten to talking and weren’t paying attention to you and you were mad “Dada.” You said at first and they didn’t hear you so you spoke louder in a demanding tone, much like your mother’s when your dad wasn’t listening. “DADA!” You said with a look on your face that screamed frustration and the same look Maverick pulled when he was dealing with rowdy Top Gun cadets. They stopped and looked at you.

“Sweetheart, did you just say your first word?” Maverick asked in disbelief and then looked at Penny and Amelia and they nodded.

“She sure did, Pete.” Penny said and the look on his face was one full of love. Once again, they weren’t paying attention to you and you wanted food.

“DADA!” You screamed and he turned back to you and you made grabby hands towards the food.

“Ok ok I get it.” He said and dipped the spoon into the food and you smiled “Here comes the fighter jet.” Maverick said making the noises of the jet flying into your mouth which you happily took and smiled when it landed into your mouth.

Your first sentence was hilarious and nobody knows where it came from, well Bradley did but that was because he was there when you said it. He had been watching you one evening and you were at his house that he shared with Jake, whom he had gotten together with after figuring out they loved each other and women didn’t do anything for them anymore. Bradley and Jake had been going over the new plans for the newest class of Top Gun cadets when Jake threw out a wild suggestion Bradley shook his head “Jake, no.” He said not knowing you would have picked it up, he had been holding you at the time while they went over plans at the dinner table. You looked at them both intently listening to them loving the soothing sound of their voices, you had made grabby hand towards Jake and he gladly took you in his arms and snuggled into him. Over the time you got to know him he grew on you and quickly became one of your favorites to be around and he held that with pride. To be honest it was probably all the things he let you get away with and the food he had given you. You snuggled into his head over his heart listening to his rhythmically pump and that had lulled you to sleep and began to lightly snore, something you picked up from your dad. Both Bradley and Jake looked down and smiled.

“I knew she would like me one day.” Jake boasted quietly and Bradley rolled his eyes.

“Jake, she absolutely loves you.” He said and Jake smirked.

“I know.” He said and they ended their work for that night and headed over to the couch to watch some TV until it was time for Maverick and Penny to pick you up.

The next night Maverick, Penny, and Amelia had all The Dagger Squad over for a cookout. Bob currently had you and was entertaining you when Jake had brought up the subject to Maverick. Jake was going on about his plan and everyone had a look of hesitation. “Jake, no.” You said and everyone stopped and looked at you on Bob's lap. Everyone burst out laughing but Jake had a look of betrayal on his face.

“Here I thought you loved me and were on my side.” He said coming over and tickling you, making you giggle. 

Everyone was in the backyard setting up the decorations while you were over playing with some of your toys. After a few minutes you got bored playing with your toys and went to the chalk that had been out and started drawing on the concrete out of the way. Maverick looked over at you and smiled and decided now was the time to play the prank on you. He walked over to you and gasped “Y/N, what have you done?” He asked and you looked up at him smiling expecting to see a look of praise but instead it was a look of shock and upset, your smile quickly fell.

You were now 3 years old and were talking up a storm. Maverick, Penny, and Amelia had their hands full trying to keep eyes on you and make sure you weren’t getting into trouble at home and when you weren’t with them and with The Daggers then they had their hands full. Penny and Maverick sang nothing but praise to you when you did something and of course there would be some scolding when you did something bad but it wasn’t very often and they loved that about you. You always strived to make your parents proud loving when they praised you. The Dagger Squad were over at the Mitchell residence while Maverick had you while Penny and Amelia were out at the grocery store getting food the week and some for a cookout that they were going to have for Amelia’s birthday that was coming up tomorrow. Maverick had been on TikTok, yes, he actually got caught on technology he was still horrible with it and needed help occasionally, and was going through the videos and scrolled through the videos of a father saying bad their child even though they weren’t doing anything wrong and recording their reactions. He had decided to do this but not record it.

“I made a picture for sissy for her birfday.” You said not understanding what you did wrong.

“What you did was bad.” Maverick said and then you started to cry everyone started to laugh and chuckle all but Bradley and Bob who were not outside at the time.

“Daddy?” You asked tears now shing in your blue eyes lip wobbling and his laughing stopped and actually saw how upset you were, you always did things well enough to please your parents so for him to tell you that drawing on the sidewalk in chalk, which you have done before, was bad made you cry and stress. It also didn’t help that the others were laughing as you looked around.

“Sweetheart.” Maverick started but you had gotten up and ran to Bradley who had just walked out and was wondering why everyone was laughing but they quickly stopped when they saw you cry and take off.

“Y/N/N, what’s wrong?” He asked as he picked you up and started to rub your back.

“Daddy said I bad.” You said and hugged his neck and cried into his neck and then he turned his gaze to Maverick almost glaring at him.

“Maverick?” He asked in an almost demanding tone.

“It was just a prank Bradley. I swear. She wasn’t supposed to cry.” Maverick tried to defend himself now truly feeling guilty for making his daughter cry.

“What did she do?” He asked

“Nothing! She was just drawing on the concrete.” Maverick said and by now everyone had stopped laughing and Bob was now rubbing you back as Bradley hugged you and you clung to him.

“You thought it was a good idea for you to prank your 3-year-old daughter by telling her she was bad for drawing on the concrete? Something she has done a lot.” Bradley asked and Maverick hung and nodded like a parent just scolded him. “Where did you get an idea like that from?” Bradley asked.

“TikTok.” Maverick said, looking up at him.

“Un-fucking-believable. You know she looks up to you and does everything to please you and Penny and for you to go and pull a prank like that. Something you thought was harmless but can actually damage a child’s spirit.” Bradley said not meaning to cuss around you but it just slipped out and he was pissed. He shook his head “Come on Y/N/N. We’re going inside.” He said and you nodded and he turned around giving Maverick one last glare and then heading inside. Maverick was pissed at himself; he knew he shouldn’t have done it but he thought it was a harmless prank but he never thought about what it would do to you and now you were with Bradley crying your eyes out. He looked at the others who had busied themselves while their captain got scolded by his pseudo son.

Penny and Amelia had arrived home to an almost silent house. Music was playing but it was low. They looked at everything and were impressed but Penny became concerned when she didn’t hear you or see you run to greet her. Amelia looked at her with the same confusion and that made Penny set out on a mission to figure out why. Amelia stayed behind to put the food away while Penny went outside “Looking great guys.” She said and everyone looked up and smiled but Maverick didn’t and it looked like he was beating himself up. “Everything ok, honey? Where is Y/N/N?” She asked as she walked over to her husband who was over by the drawing you had been doing. When she looked around making sure she didn’t miss her daughter and noticed everyone had scattered.

“I pulled a prank on her saying she was bad for drawing on the concrete. I wasn’t expecting her to start crying and panic.” Maverick said looking down at your drawing which was in your handwriting spelling out what looked like ‘Happy Birthday!’ and then a picture beside it he looked up at Penny who had a pissed off look on her face.

“Why would you do that? You know she does everything right to please us because she loves the praise. Then you go and do something like this and shatter her little heart” Penny asked.

“I know. I already heard an ear full from Bradley.” Maverick said looking up at his wife.

“Where is she?” Penny asked

“Bradley has her inside. I don’t know where they went.” He said and she nodded and turned around and walked into the house starting to look for you and Bradley. Maverick walked into the house and everyone looked at him.

“Well, I think we’re done for the day. We’ll see you tomorrow.” Javy said and everyone nodded and so did Maverick.

“I’m gonna find Bradley.” Jake said and took off towards the other side of the house. Maverick thanked everyone as they left and he looked over at Amelia who was looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

“I take it you heard all of that?” Maverick asked and she nodded then sighed.

“Y/N/N will forgive you. She loves you so much.” She said and then walked over to hug Maverick and he hugged her back.

“She loves you and mom so much too.” Maverick said and she nodded.

“I know she does but this is about you.” She said and they both chuckled and then they released each other when they heard 3 sets of footsteps coming towards them.

“We’re going to go. I’m still pissed at you.” Bradley said as he went and hugged Maverick and then he and Jake were on their way. When they were gone Maverick looked over at Penny who was holding you and you had your head on her shoulder clinging to her and looking at him cautiously afraid, he would scold you again.

“I’m gonna head to my room and make sure everyone is still coming tomorrow.” Amelia said and headed to her room and they nodded knowing that she was just trying to give them some space.

“Y/N/N, Sweetheart.” Maverick began as he walked over to you but you shied away from him and further into your mom and that absolutely broke his heart. You turned your face into your mother’s neck. I’m sorry. It was just a prank. It was wrong of me to do that to you.” He said and you slowly turned towards him.

“Me not bad?” You asked in a small voice and a small smile appeared on his face.

“No, Sweetheart.” He said “It was really good and your sister is going to love it.” He said and you looked at your mother.

“It’s ok, Sweetie. He didn’t mean it. He got in trouble for pranking you like that.” Penny said and you seemed to trust her answer because then you turned towards your dad and slowly made grabby hands for him. He smiled and gladly took you in his arms and you wrapped your arms around him and buried your face into his neck, this caused him to hug you tightly and bury his face into your hair, eyes closed and kissed your head.

“I’m so sorry, Sweetheart. It won’t happen again.” He said and you pulled back.

“It otay daddy.” You said “Me forgive you.” You added and that made both of your parent’s hearts melt.

“Do you want me to help you finish your drawing?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yes, pwease.” You said and then he was carrying you outdoors and to your drawings. He sat down with you and you sat in his lap and you two worked on one of your birthday presents to your sister. Penny watched from the window at the sink getting food ready for tonight. She smiled at you both and she took a picture and sent it to the group chat that was created saying ‘It’s all good. They made up. She could never stay mad at her daddy.’ And almost in instant got responses back, Bradley sent one saying that he was still pissed but glad they had made up.

As Maverick helped you, he made a promise to himself to never pull a prank on you again or anyone for that fact. He hated when people were mad at him. He also didn’t like when his girls were pissed at him. He had learned his lesson the hard way and he didn’t like it. “I love you, Sweetheart.” He said and you looked at him and smiled.

“Wove you, daddy.” You replied back to him and got back to your picture.

Later that night when it was your bedtime, he made sure he was the one putting you to bed and when he made sure you were tucked in and fast asleep, he leaned down and kissed your head “I’ll never pull a prank on you again.” He said and then he got up from his kneeling position and saw Penny in the doorway smiling, she walked in and kissed you and told you she loved you and then they were heading to bed.  They got ready for bed and then were crawling into it next to each other falling asleep instantly. Maverick vowed to never make you upset on purpose or pull a prank on you again, he hated when you were upset and shied away from him. The look of betrayal hurt him just as bad and he hated that look. You were the light of your parent’s and sister’s life and they were going to protect you no matter what even if that meant not pulling pranks on you and if they can keep that look of betrayal and absolute terror off your face then so be it.

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sorry i got hit by a bus, put in hospital, gave birth to 7 dwarves in the span of 2 days, and opened a strip club but we ballin' you guys

have this johnny cage smut prac as a reward for something idk. first time i ever done this and i'm working on an arthur morgan one but idk if i'll post that. lemme know if someone does. also before anyone gets mad at any of the language being used to refer to genitals or sum, i am transgender. say whatever you want actually i'm going to bed. running a criminal empire is hard.

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Johnny Cage x trans male reader

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warnings : smut (minors dni) daddy kink. Breeding kink (pregnancy maybe) Probably swearing and other non-serious kinks. be warned. Make 0 sense cause i barely proofread it. Language used to refer to readers genitals include -> clit, pussy etc. so it's pre-bottom surgery. Don't read if uncomfortable.

Johnny gently rubs your clit for a little while, moving to bite your bottom lip and whispering the sweetest and dirtiest words you’ve ever heard him utter.

“It’s okay to be a little noisy, alright? It’s okay… you’re okay with daddy. You know that, right? Yeah, I know you do.” Johnny smiles and repositions himself so that he’s lying on top of your back.

He then probes around your pussy for some time before sliding a single, thick finger in. Your warm, velvety cunt wraps around it, and he can’t help but chuckle. You took him so damn well. No wonder he was obsessed with you.

“You’re such a good boy. A greedy boy too! Look at how much your tight pussy wants me, honey. So good… so good… Such a nice boy… taking that finger so well.” Johnny praises before adding another finger. It feels so much better, and you let out a loud whine so that he knows that you’re satisfied with his performance so far.

Johnny doesn’t stop there though, adding yet another finger into your sopping wet hole.

“Aaaaannnddd… that makes three… what an amazing little boy you are. So good, so amazing. You think you’re almost ready for daddy or do you need some more time, pretty boy? Completely up to you… I’ll take it as slow as you want, baby.” He coos and kissing the back of your neck, moving all three fingers inside of you and holding you as you move around.

Your entire body felt like it was on fire… but in the best possible way. It was hot and steamy and passionate, but it was Johnny. How could you ever resist Johnny Cage? Your thoughts were filled with the man, your daddy. Only your daddy. And the knot you feel deep inside you begins to tighten, just over Johnnys fingers.

You are taken completely over the edge though as he pulls his meaty fingers out and then pushes them back in at what you swore was inhuman speed. The knot snaps for the first time in forever and you squirt all over the sheets, crying and whimpering like a puppy. Johnny just adored all of it.

“What an amazing little boy. Good… good job… you haven’t had an orgasm like that in a while, huh? You think you can have another one, just for daddy? I promise that I’ll go easy on my beautiful boy…” He whispers, his rough voice barely making it through to you while you’re in a post orgasmic haze. But you make out enough to barely nod your head.

“Sorry baby, daddy’s gonna need a lot more than a nod.” He holds your face in his hands and places you onto his lap where you can feel the large bulge in his pants that is now pressing right up against your soft pussy now. The only thing you’re thinking of now is what it would be like to have that behemoth massage your insides, the veins running along your walls and making you shake like a delicate leaf.

You whisper some words of consent, and he wraps one arm around you and starts to gently play with your nipples. “Good boy, I knew you wanted something like this… I knew it… Such an amazing little toy for daddy. So well behaved, so obedient. You wouldn’t dare disobey me, huh?” He chuckles and kisses your cheek from behind.

Then, he settles the other one of his arms on your stomach, his hand deviously moving to touch your fleshy nub as he skilfully slips his pants and underwear off while you’re still in his lap. The tip of his cock is pressing against your silky flesh now, begging to slide inside of you.

“Let daddy hear how much you want his cock, baby.” He whispers and listens to the following sounds you make. Moans, whines, groans, and whimpers. He eats it all up with pleasure before the tip slowly enters you, dragging against your walls and making you even louder. Before it hits your g-spot though, he pulls out.

This warrants disappointment from you until he rams back inside and begins to fuck you in a steady yet agonising pace. Not fast enough to make you cum, not slow enough to have no affect on you. His mouth nips your earlobe, and he whispers, “C’mon, good boy… I know you want me to make you cum… I know you do, little one. Daddy’s got you… he just needs a little something from you first, alright? He needs you to fucking beg for it. Beg for my fucking cock, pretty boy.”

Broken moans and whines enter his ears from your open mouth. Johnny listens to you beg for him for what feels like an eternity before he gradually speeds up the pace he’s been fucking you. It’s almost as if he’s punishing you which only makes you cry.

He’d be lying if he said that he didn’t enjoy it.

“Am I making you dumb on my dick, honey? Really? I bet you like being fucked silly on my cock. You love it. I know you do. Daddy knows- daddy knows fucking everything about you. That’s why he’s so good at fucking you stupid- fucking- fuck… your pussy is so soft… so tight. Best pussy I’ve ever fucking felt! So soft… B- fucking bounce on it! Bounce on my fucking cock now, baby… come on, come on, come on!” Johnny fucks you hard and fast now, spearing you on his dick.

He's so close to coming himself now. He turns your face around to your side so that he can get a little look at your features, staring at how your eyes are rolled back and your mouth is open in pure dirty delight. Fuck, you were so beautiful…

Johnny then feels your walls clench around him, causing him to shout something before he spurts cum inside of you, making sure it lands inside your womb.

“Such a good boy… pretty boy… shhh… yeah… holy fucking shit… you’re- you’re gonna be an amazing father to our kids, hun.” He chuckles, slightly out of breath as he lowers you onto the bed, still intertwined with him through his cock.

It doesn’t look like he’s going to pull out anytime soon.

now that this mess is over, ty. stay safe when crossing roads. look both ways. don't get hit like i did. xoxo bye boo boo see you next year <3

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A Well-Ordered Love Story by Dira Sudis (dsudis) / @dsudis

2 Part Series | Rated T-E | Total Words: 8,635

Part 1 Summary: Dream E. tipped well—absurdly well, sometimes, which was probably because Hob actually obeyed all the notes about things like Do not buy apples without sending a picture of them, I will tell you which I want and No other brand is an acceptable substitute on items like Sainsbury's own-brand custard creams. He would order half a dozen of the exact same frozen meal every week for months, then switch to a different one and be just as obsessed with it. There was only one kind of honey he would accept in one size jar. Hob knew probably not only how he took his tea but how many cups of it he drank every day; he was forever forgetting to order teabags and then texting Hob at the last minute to add a box. Hob had taken to adding "Do you need tea?" to the standard "This is Robert G. and I'm shopping your grocery order" text.

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Mine / Eddie Munson x fem!reader

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Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS jealousy, partial violence, slight dom Eddie, oral (receiving and giving), unprotected PIV sex, swearing, hickies.

Authors note: I've been itching to write an Eddie fic, so here we are. I am such a slut for Eddie 🥵 and I've been obsessed with Eddie fics lately (if you couldn't tell by my reblogging 🤭). So I knew I had to! Liking, commenting, and reblogging really helps :D.

Word count: 3.7k

Y/n and Justin had been together for six months, and what a shitty six months those had been. She honestly wished she had never met the piece of shit in the first place. He was an acquaintance of Steve's, he had been in your year in high school but was of course popular so you'd never spoken, being that you'd been a nerd. She didn't blame Steve one bit for introducing them properly, Steve hadn't known what Justin was really like. Y/n and Steve had gone to a friend of a friend's party, deciding why the hell not? They wanted to properly enjoy a Saturday night that didn't involve babysitting, killing monsters, saving Hawkins or trying not to die.

Both just wanted to relax and enjoy a night together like normal kids their age did. They had entered the loud overcrowded house, the music vibrated through your skin no matter how far you stood away. The house was filled with sweaty, sexual frustrated teenagers grinding on one another as if their lives depended on it. The air was thick with smoke, the distinct smell of cigarettes and weed mixing with people's perfume and cologne. Y/n and Steve turned their heads to look at one another, a smile spreading slowly on their faces. She grabbed Steve's hand with her dark sparkly painted one and dragged him towards the kitchen, both in desperate need of a drink.

She poured them both a drink of the mysterious red liquid into two red plastic cups, handing Steve one. They both took a long gulp of their drinks, sighing in contentment as the sickly sweet flavour danced on their tongues. "Let's go dance!" she yelled over the music, pulling him with her to the living room. Steve rolled his eyes but followed nonetheless, secretly wanting to let loose and just enjoy himself. They both had had a few drinks before arriving, and she had a nice buzz surrounding her. She smiled, drink still hand, and just let go of everything. She sipped on her drink and danced, bopping to the music in by no means a sexy way, she honestly could care less what she looked like to others right now.

Steve stood awkwardly for a while, just watching y/n with a lazy smile whilst sipping his drink. He finally gave in though when one of his and y/n's favourite songs came on, both of them exclaiming happily at this. People thought they were crazy but they did not give a shit, they were enjoying their freedom and enjoyment to the fullest. They ended up dancing to a couple of songs together, looking like complete fools. They were laughing wildly and jumping around without a care in the world, and that was when he saw her. Justin. He thought she was incredibly hot in her cropped long-sleeved shirt and denim skirt, her laugh was infectious and commanded the room. Steve has stepped off to the side to grab them both another drink, not noticing Justin follow him to the kitchen.

"Steve man!" Justin called to the brown-headed boy, throwing an arm around his shoulder. Steve eyed him suspiciously, "heeeey man, what's up?" Steve felt awkward, unsure of why Justin, Hawkins's golden daddy's boy was talking to him for the first time. "Your friend you came with, what's her name? She single?" Justin asked looking in your direction, eyeing you up and down. Steve looked at him, "who? Y/n? She was in three of your classes in school, she's been friends with me since forever." Steve rolled his eyes, finding it hilarious that people suddenly paid her attention because she lost the awkward phase from high school and filled out a bit. Y/n had always been beautiful but people overlooked her easily, it made him want to punch Justin in his stupid sculpted face.

"So she's single? Great, thanks, dude!" Justin called, completely ignoring what Steve had said and making his way over to her. Steve watched from afar, sipping on his drink as Justin used his charm to easily woo y/n. Steve rolled his eyes at his best friend, making his way over with her drink. He knew this was the start of something bad, and he would make sure he was there to pick up the pieces when he broke her heart. And Steve had been right, the first three months had been fine. Justin had been extremely sweet and caring, always showing up with flowers and little gifts but after that things changed. It was as if Justin got bored now he'd had y/n, not putting the effort in anymore or really even trying at all.

After six months things went to complete shit, y/n had been trying to contact Justin all day but had no answer. She decided to just go to his place, parking right outside. His parents hadn't been home, which she had been grateful for because what she had seen made her lose her shit. There Justin lay in his bed naked with the beautiful girl he "told her not to worry about" bouncing on his cock moaning his stupid name. Y/n had never lost her shit before but you bet your shit she did when she saw that, she threw the necklace he gave her directly at his head. "Piece of shit! I fucking knew it, you good for nothing son of a bitch! Fuck you." And she stormed out like that, with Justin calling her name pathetically.

He followed her half-dressed out of his house, people staring at the scene unfolding in front of her. Justin grabbed y/n's arm to stop her, "please let me explain baby, I love you." She yanked her arm away and put on her shades as she got in the car, "save it for someone who cares jackass!" she yelled as she drove away, a middle finger prominently pointed to him out the window. When she arrived to see Steve at the school picking the kids up from Hellfire Club, she broke down. She refused to let her tears fall in front of Justin but she couldn't care less in front of her best friend. Steve wrapped his arms around her immediately, allowing her to sob into his chest. He was pissed he let this happen, he knew Justin was no good but even this was low for him. Y/n explained the situation to him, both laughing when she told him what she yelled at him before leaving.

"Damn, you're a badass." Steve laughed, placing a comforting kiss on her forehead. Y/n heard the wonderful chaos that was the kids coming towards them, she quickly turned away from them and wiped her eyes clean of tears. She didn't want them to worry about her, "hey kiddos!" she greeted as if she were fine, putting on her best fake smile. "Hey!" They all responded, pilling into the car. Steve could see the lingering tears that were held in her eyes, "you're going to be okay, I promise. We will help you get through this, okay?" Steve whispered with his hands on her shoulders for comfort. She exhaled deeply and nodded, Steve walked around to the front of the car. Y/n closed her eyes momentarily and took a shaky deep breath. What y/n hadn't realised was that Eddie had been standing by his car observing her, feeling his heart ache for her.

After the whole gang found out about what Justin had done to her, they all vowed secretly to cheer her up and distract her. It had been about a week since Justin cheated. Dustin, Mike, and Lucas made a pack to drag y/n along to Hellfire to "teach" her how to play. She'd always had an interest in the game but had no idea how to play, so she agreed to only watch them. "You sure Eddie won't mind me crashing?" y/n questioned as she walked with the three to their club, nervously chewing on her bottom lip at being a nuisance. "Nah, Eddie's cool. Well, most of the time. He won't mind!" Dustin exclaimed excitedly, giving her an adorable toothy grin. She nodded in return and followed them into the room.

"Hey Eddie, we have a guest with us!" Mike called to their leader, his back turned to you all. You made your way over to the table, staring in fascination. "Who said you could bring an outsider?" Eddie questioned, spinning around with a serious expression. He hadn't looked at you yet, "oh! I can leave if you don't want me here." She felt really bad now, just wanting to leave. Eddie looked up in surprise, his eyes wide as he stared at her, "ugh, no no, that's fine. You can stay." everyone looked at him curiously, wondering why he changed his mind so quickly. "Are you sure? I don't want to be a nuisance, I just wanted to see what this was all about." she smiled nervously at him, tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear. He gulped at the simple action, his pants tightening slightly.

He cleared his throat, "no you can stay, it's fine. I promise." he smiled genuinely. They all took their seats, y/n grabbing an extra seat for herself and joining Dustin, who just so happened to be sitting next to Eddie. Eddie caught a whiff of her perfume as she walked past to sit next to him, it overwhelmed his senses. She smelt of vanilla and coconuts, everything about her seemingly sweet. He looked to see her nod as Dustin explained the basics of the game to her, so she could follow along. He cleared his throat and started, trying his best to keep his focus on the game instead of his lifelong crush sitting extremely close to him. Fuck, this was going to be hard. Well, he was already hard, so this was going to be literal torture.

He'd kept his crush on y/n a secret from everyone, not wanting people to know. He knew his club would use it as leverage to embarrass and annoy him at every opportunity. He'd been in love with her for quite some time now, and had tried to ask her out numerous times but always chickened out last minute, he felt she was way out of his league. Then he saw her with Justin at the party flirting, and they got into a relationship so he thought his chance was over. He had never regretted anything so deeply in all his life. But then he'd seen her outside Hellfire crying to Steve and the news of Justin's cheating spread like wildfire. He was so thankful at that moment, that he vowed to not fuck this chance up. He just had to make sure she was even the slightest bit interested first.

Eddie was pleasantly surprised to see y/n return week after week, a whole month of being close to her. They ended up bonding closely, the sexual tension between the pair could be cut with a knife and everyone saw it. She would stay behind as long as she could after they finished to talk to Eddie, sometimes staying for hours after when Steve would offer to pick the kids up. They all teased her about fancying him but they were honestly happy to see her whole again and getting over her piece of shit ex. Eddie was a good guy and seemed to adore her, so they had no worries or reservations about them if they started dating. The talking turned into simple touches and subtle flirting, which further developed into make-out sessions, steamy nights at his trailer, and confessed feelings.

Eddie had finally gotten his dream girl and everything had been perfect, that was until today. Y/n had been waiting for Eddie to come to her house so they could hang out for the day, her parents being out of town meant a perfect afternoon alone to do whatever they wanted without disruption. Eddie had texted her that he was on his way, expecting him soon she sat in the living room ready. Five minutes later she heard a car, finding it too soon for Eddie to have arrived she looked out the window. An angry frown set on her face as she recognised the stupidly expensive red car of Justin's pull into her driveway. She quickly made her way to the door and pulled it open, storming toward Justin angrily. She was pissed! How dare he think he could turn up here or even come near her again after what he did.

"What the actual FUCK do you think you are doing here Justin?!" She yelled as she reached him, "how dare you think you can turn up here!" A harsh slap was placed upon his cheek, she was huffing angrily. Justin removed his shades, his eyes not even phased in the slightest at her assault on his face. He moves towards her, causing her to take a step backwards to get away from him. "I missed you, baby, I was an idiot and want you back." His response made her feel physically sick, her skin crawling uncomfortably at anyone other than Eddie calling her baby. She laughed bitterly, "are you being fucking serious right now? I'm not your baby so leave me alone!" the audacity of this prick to think he even had the right to come here and claim something so ridiculous as if he hadn't been caught fucking some other girl in his bed.

"It was a mistake! She meant nothing to me, we can work through this." he moved closer to her and grabbed her shoulder. She tried to pull away but he wasn't budging, "don't make me laugh Justin. We are done, O-V-E-R, finished, never getting back together." she rolled her eyes at him, annoyed with his stupid insistence. "I'll show you," he mumbled, confusing her. "What-" she was cut off by Justin's lips attaching to hers, her eyes widening in shock. She saw red, immediately pushing him away and landing another slap on his cheek. She finally was able to step away from him, feeling absolutely disgusting and tainted. She noticed a dark figure moving in the background, Eddie was coming toward the pair quickly.

Y/n stepped to the side of Justin and made her way toward her boyfriend, only to be stopped by Justin's hand on her arm. She glared at the blonde boy, managing to yank her arm from his grip just as Eddie reached them. She placed her hands on his chest, stopping him from doing anything to Justin. "Hey, he's not worth it. Leave him." she grabbed his face in her hands, trying to get him to look at her. His jaw was tense, eyes glaring furiously at Justin, and fists were clenched at his sides tightly. "Look at me," she ordered, forcing him to meet her eyes. He finally tore his gaze from Justin, looking at his girlfriend. His eyes immediately softened, his hands grabbing her waist to calm himself. Justin scoffed behind y/n, rolling his eyes at the pair.

"Your really going to choose this freak over me?" Justin spat angrily, looking at his ex incredulously. Y/n spun around and planted a firm fist on his other cheek, taking note that punching his face felt like hitting a brick wall. Stupid boy and his firm face. "Get the fuck off my property before I call my neighbour John to come over here and teach you a lesson, you jackass! And leave. Me. Alone. Got it?" she spat angrily, inching closer to his ear so only he could hear, "and if you insult my boyfriend again. I will personally hunt you down myself." she watched him scurry away, an angry expression residing on his reddened face. Once he reached his car he opened the door, "this isn't over y/n! I will be back." he smirked and sped off quickly.

Y/n huffed frustrated and turned to her boyfriend, who was already staring at her with slightly widened eyes. "What?" she questioned confused, already feeling at ease now that Justin had left. Eddie didn't answer, he just picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, walking to her house. Y/n squealed in surprise, a giggle leaving her lips at her boyfriend's action. A playful smack was placed on her bum, coaxing another squeal from her, a moan following. He walked upstairs quickly, making his way straight to her bedroom. She was thrown on the bed lightly, looking up at her boyfriend curiously. Eddie looked down at her with intensity, the lust evident in his darkened eyes. It was suddenly hard to breathe, she felt like her oxygen had been stolen from her.

She felt her pussy become wet at that look like she was the golden prize at the finishing line. She bit her lip in anticipation of what he was going to do to her, her core aching deliciously at the thought of his cock filling her fully. Eddie removed his shirt, threw it on the floor somewhere and made his way to her. Y/n removed her shirt, throwing it to the floor as he got on top of her. She lay back on the mattress with a gasp, feeling his hard erection digging into her core as he ground his hips into her. Y/n felt her heart beat faster, the look he was giving her made her feel precious. Like she was the most amazing thing he had ever laid his eyes on, the look was filled with so much love.

They quickly stripped off the rest of their clothing, both beautifully naked. Y/n pulled Eddie towards her, biting her lip seductively. She took his cock in her hand and began pumping him slowly, earning a deep groan of relief from him. He watched silently with a slightly open mouth as she wrapped her lips around him, kitten licking the tip. Eddie hissed as she took him fully into her mouth, teeth grazing gently against the top of his cock. She took him as far as she could, gagging slightly as the tip brushed the back of her throat. His fingers tangled into her hair, making a make-shift ponytail. He helped to direct her, moaning loudly as he lightly fucked her mouth. Y/n moaned, using her hand to pump whatever she couldn't fit in her mouth.

Eddie pulled her away, "lay back, baby. I want to taste what's mine." she felt her core dripping at his words. She complied happily, watching as he positioned himself between her legs and spread them apart to his liking. He licked a long stripe with his tongue up her folds, eliciting a loud moan from y/n. Eddie groaned at the sound satisfied, attaching his tongue to her clit. He began sucking harshly, using his tongue skillfully in all the ways he knew she liked to make her orgasm. Eddie had y/n a moaning, writhing mess in minutes. Adding a finger to pump in and out of her entrance, adding a second quickly after. Y/n could feel herself getting close already, her thighs shaking and her core clenching tightly around his fingers. "Come for me, baby. Come all over my tongue, let me taste you." he pulled back momentarily to mumble out before returning his assault on her pussy. Y/n felt her orgasm hit her harshly, releasing all over Eddie's face. He licked and sucked her through her orgasm, overstimulating her slightly.

Y/n grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him up to her lips, connecting roughly in a mess of passion. He repositioned himself on top of her, his cock rubbing up and down her wet folds. They both moaned loudly as he entered her slowly, filling her fully. "Fuck, you're so tight, baby. All for me." he groaned, the feeling of her wrapped around him almost too much to handle. Eddie set a slow but deep pace, "your mine." he growled. Y/n whimpered at a particular rough thrust of his hips, "yours. All yours Eddie, holy shit." she moaned loudly as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Eddie's cock was fucking her mercilessly, the only sound surrounding the room being the sound of her wetness, loud panting, and skin slapping.

His thrusts were harsh, the headboard knocking against the wall repeatedly at the force. Their combined moans filled the room, "who's making you feel this good?" Eddie groaned into y/n's neck. She struggled to speak at the combined pleasure of him sucking on her neck and fucking her roughly just the way she loved, scratching her nails down his back. "You Eddie, only you. Fuck!" she called breathlessly, his grip on her sides so rough that she was sure he'd leave marks. Eddie loved the fact that she was leaving marks down his back, marking him as hers as he was to her.

They could both feel their highs approaching, Eddie's thrusts becoming sloppy. "Come for me, show me who makes this pussy feel this good," he growled possessive, thrusting harder than before. Eddie reached his hand in between them and rubbed the swollen little nub. Y/n cried out in pleasure, panting loudly at the euphoric pleasure that overtook her body. "I-I'm gonna-" she didn't get to finish, her orgasm hitting her hard. She threw her head back onto the pillow, screaming in pleasure as Eddie fucked her through her high. The feeling of her clenching around his cock set him over the edge, stilling as he emptied himself into her. He stayed like that for a while, both panting loudly and his cock still buried inside of her.

After a few minutes, Eddie went soft and pulled out. Y/n whimpered at her pussy being sensitive but still missing the feeling of him being inside her. She looked over at her boyfriend with curiosity, sensing that he had felt jealous and potentially a little insecure at seeing Justin kissing her. She rolled over and cuddled into his chest, a sleepy smile appearing on his fucked out face at her touching him. "You know I'm yours don't you Eddie?" she questioned genuinely, playing with a loose damp curl on his. He peered at her, placing his hand on her cheek softly. "Of course I do, sometimes I just get a little jealous," he mumbled, almost embarrassed by the confession. Y/n smiled, "so long as you know that then it's fine to get jealous. I love you." Eddie pulled her closer to his sweaty chest, "I love you too." he whispered as he grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her lips to his.

[beestriker015]

Rejected Juvia x caring male s/o

It’s no secret among the members of Fairy Tail that Juvia has a massive crush on Gray.

Unfortunately for the blue haired girl, he doesn’t return her affections, much to her ignorance.

“Hey Juvia, what’s with the flowers?”

Her good friend s/o asks, pointing at the bouquet of different colored flowers she’s holding.

“I bought these for Gray-sama! I hope he likes them!”

“Yeah…I hope he does too.”

Not picking up on the sadness in her friend’s voice, Juvia bids him farewell and walks off happily as s/o sighs.

“Poor Juvia. It’s pretty obvious that Gray has no interest in her. I can’t imagine why though. Anyone would be lucky to have someone as amazing as Juvia be interested in them.”

S/o has feelings for Juvia, but knows they are unrequited due to her obsession over Gray.

“He honestly doesn’t deserve her love. Gray always treats Juvia like some kind of nuisance, not that she ever seems to mind or notice. I just hope she picks up on how he feels about her sooner rather than later.”

Meanwhile, Juvia spots Gray and rushes over to him with a big smile on her face.

“Gray-sama!”

She tries to hug him, only for him to back away and sigh.

“What is it now Juvia?”

He asks her with his face scrunched in annoyance.

“Juvia brought you these flowers! Do you like them?”

When he doesn’t respond, she looks at him in concern.

“Is something wrong Gray-sama?”

“Would you stop calling me that!”

He shouts at her and throws the flowers she gave him onto the floor.

“G-Gray-sama?”

A look of shock and hurt appears on her face.

“How many times do I have to get this through to you Juvia? I don’t like you! I’ve tried my best to be nice up until now, but this is really starting to get on my nerves!”

“W-what are you saying?”

Tears begin forming in Juvia’s eyes as Gray gets even more irritated.

“Do I have to spell it out for you?! I. Don’t. Love. You. Seriously Juvia, you are the most annoying woman I’ve ever met! Now please just go away and leave me alone!”

With that, Juvia runs away from him with tears pouring down her face, her heart completely shattered into a billion tiny pieces.

After not seeing her since earlier in the day, s/o goes looking for Juvia, whom he finds at his place crying her eyes out.

“Juvia?! What’s wrong?!”

Between her sobs, Juvia manages to tell s/o what happened with Gray.

Needless to say, s/o was absolutely pissed.

He wanted nothing more than to beat Gray to a pulp, but calmed down because right now, Juvia needs comforting.

“Listen to me. Gray doesn’t deserve you Juvia. You are not annoying. Any guy would be the luckiest man to ever live if he had you. You’re beautiful, loving, and overall an incredible woman Juvia. If Gray doesn’t see that, then he’s an idiot.”

After saying this, s/o pulls Juvia into a tight hug and gently rubs her back in a comforting motion.

Feeling incredibly touched by his words, Juvia gets a warm feeling in her heart that not even Gray could give her.

“Love…”

A single word Juvia says quietly to herself, but s/o manages to catch somewhat.

“Huh? Did you say something Juvia?”

She pulls away from s/o and looks at him with a pint dusting on her cheeks.

“Juvia made a mistake. All this time I’ve been trying to win Gray-sa…no…Gray’s…affections, when the guy who Juvia should be with has been you all along. I love you s/o-sama, that’s what my heart is telling me now.

S/o couldn’t believe what he’s hearing.

The girl who he’s been in love with for so long just said she loves him.

“Juvia, you have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that. I’ve loved you for a long time, but since you’ve always been infatuated with Gray, I thought I had no chance to be with you. I love you too Juvia, and I promise that if you want to be with me, I’ll be the best boyfriend you’ll ever have.”

Juvia squeals in delight and pulls s/o into a hug, accidentally pushing his head into her breasts.

“Juvia is so happy! We’ll be together forever!”

“F-forever might not be very long if you keep suffocating me Juvia.”

“Oops! Sorry s/o-sama, please forgive Juvia!”

She lets him go as he gasps for air.

“It’s all good….do you mind if I step out for a moment?”

“Where are you going s/o-sama?”

“Just have something I need to do real quick. When I come back, you and I can spend all evening together, and the night too if you want.”

“Juvia is looking forward to it. Don’t be gone too long s/o-sama!”

“Heh. I won’t. This should only take a second.”

S/o leaves and goes looking for Gray, who he finds talking with Lucy!”

“Gray!”

He shouts, getting his attention.

“S/o? What’s up ma-“

Lucy gasps in shock as s/o punches Gray right in the stomach, bringing him to his knees.

“Why would you do that s/o?!”

Lucy exclaims as Gray clenches his stomach.

“That was for the awful things you said to Juvia. Her and I are dating now. I hope you realize that you’ve lost out on the best girl you’ll ever know.

S/o walks away without another word and goes back to his place, where Juvia is eagerly waiting for him.

“You’re back! Did you do what you needed to s/o-sama?”

“Yep. Now I’m all yours. I love you Juvia.”

“I love you too s/o-sama, and I’m sorry it took me so long to realize that.”

“It’s alright. That doesn’t matter anymore. You and I are together now Juvia, and that’s what counts.”

The two share a passionate kiss, Juvia happy to be with someone who truly loves her, and all the feelings she previously held for Gray being replaced by an even stronger love for her darling s/o-sama.