#WHY AM I SUDDENLY TALKING TO DEEP ABOUT THIS IM

[jils-things]

since i have laras permission to post shit he made heres another favorite old art done by her ☝️☝️

this literally summarizes everything there is to know about these guys

[urlonelystarrr]

𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒓𝒚

ghostface x reader

GENRE → horror, smut.

SYNOPSIS → you're his killing partner. after nearly messing up while out on a nightly kill, ghostface decides that you're in need of a punishment.

TAGS/WARNINGS → dom! ghostface, creampie, rough sex, slapping, choking, degrading, manhandling, overstimulation, angry sex, no particular ghostface implied, spitting, oral!giving, fingering, knife play, mouth fucking, belt whipping, edging, kinda cnc

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you were on all fours, silently cleaning up the mess you had made. ghostface leaned against a wall, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched you clean. your head hung low in shame, as you wiped up the blood on the ground. he hadn't said a word, and you were fucking terrified.

you grabbed a mop, mopping up the floor in a quick hurry - eager to leave the victims house. the body was all taken care of for now, wrapped up like a present in garbage bags and duct tape. the sudden sound of wood creaking drew your attention over to him, as he took slow steps towards you. "why'd you hesitate?" his voice was deep, in control. he wasn't asking to know, he was demanding. "i don't- i don't know." why'd you say that? why couldn't you just tell him that you felt nervous that you had someone watching you? it seemed your mind had gone blank, the response you'd been thinking of suddenly vanishing into the tension filled room.

"you don't know?" he took a step closer, scoffing. you stopped mopping for a second, your hands holding onto the handle for dear life. "i just got...nervous while you were watching me." you looked at the floor, not being able to look at him. "aw, you got nervous?" he mocked you, before shoving you up against a wall. he held you by your throat, the mop dropping out of your hands and smacking against the floor. "if you can't handle me watching you kill someone, how the fuck am i supposed to trust you to do this on your own? am i your babysitter?" he sneered, his grip tightening momentarily. you shook your head, your hands coming up to hold his wrist. he slapped them away, pushing you into the wall harder. "you can't even handle me, how are you gonna face someone else who's bigger than you?" he looked you up and down, his tone dripping in disdain. "you can barely tell the difference between left and right." your brows furrowed, your frustration only growing at his words. "i killed him, didn't i?" you could sense it, the disapproval of your back talk. you didn't need to see his face to tell he was frowning. "you know damn well that's not what i'm talking about. i'm talking about how you couldn't handle your victim. if i wasn't there, he'd overpower you, and you'd be the one bleeding out. if i'm gonna have to save your ass everytime we go out and do this, im gonna take you out to the middle of nowhere and slit your throat open." he let go of your neck, leaving you gasping quietly for air. you held your own neck, the skin burning from his touch.

he walked away, moving to pick up the body on the floor. you watched as he effortlessly picked up the body, tossing it over his shoulder as if 195 weighed nothing. you swallowed, watching as he walked out the door. he paused in the doorway, turning around to look at you. "get a shovel and help me out. don't make me wait."

you were quick to move, following him outside and grabbing a shovel. he loaded the car, shoving the body inside the trunk while you placed the shovel in as well. the two of you drove in silence, and you sat in the passenger seat, anxiously waiting.

the moment you two were done, you could tell you were in a lot of trouble. judging by the way he slammed the trunk and doors - you knew you couldn't get out of this. he made you stay with him, as he couldn't risk having you out of his sight. you took off your mask, glancing over at him as he kept his on. he turned to you suddenly, titling his head. "the fuck are you looking at?" he took a few steps towards you, his presence looming and authoritative. he held your face hard, his fingers digging into your skin. your brows furrowed, and you winced from how hard he was being. "stop acting all innocent...like you almost didn't fuck up tonight. i could kill you, right fucking now, and nobody would know." he looked into your eyes, smirking under the mask as he saw them tear up. "aw, don't tell me you're gonna cry now because i yelled at you. you're so fuckin' sensitive," he rolled his eyes, letting go of your face.

"you wanna cry? fine, i'll give you a reason to." without warning, he grabbed you by your hair, dragging you to his room. you yelped as he threw you onto his bed, forcing you into laying flat on your stomach. before you could even get up, he was on top of you, his hand on your back, holding you down. "wha- what are you doing?!" your face was pressed into the mattress, your eyes squeezing shut as he held your head down. you couldn't see much, but you could hear the sound of him taking his belt off. you started squirming, but he placed his knee on the back of your legs, immediately stopping you. "don't you move." he warned, taking his belt and whipping your ass with it. the leather came down hard, making you grip the sheets, your knuckles turning white. you yelled, trying to move, but he only made it harder for you, using his body weight and strength to pin you down.

he leaned down, the belt still in hand. "i could do a lot worse to you, you know that right? the things i'd do to you, you might not even recover from." he chuckled darkly, slapping the back of your thighs with the belt. you still had your robe on, you didn't even have time to change. your body trembled from the pain, your skin stinging as you cried into the mattress silently, your fingers clutching the sheets. he noticed your whimpering, and slapped your ass with his hand. raising a brow in slight amusement, and something more when he felt your ass jiggle under his palm.

somehow, it hurt more than the belt. your body jolted, your cries becoming more apparent. he pulled your head back by your hair, leaning next to your ear. his body was on top of yours, and you could feel his crotch right against your ass as he straddled you from behind. "you're crying already?" he mocked sympathy, "you think i'll be less mean if you cry? what a baby. your tears mean nothing to me. cry all you want, it won't make me any less harder." you sniffled, wanting to wipe the tears from your eyes so badly. you didn't know what to say, but you figured it would be best if you stayed quiet.

the weight was lifted off of you, and you slowly rolled back over to sit up, thinking your punishment was over. oh, how wrong you were. you saw his belt laid next to you, and his robe was opened enough to reveal his black jeans unbuttoned and unzipped. you swallowed nervously as you looked at him stand there, his heavy footsteps making the wood on the floor creak under his weight. he stood in front of you, looking down at you, before slapping you across the face - hard. you held your cheek, your eyes watering from the impact. he spoke with disdain, crossing his arms as he looked down at you. he appeared bigger, taller, and stronger than you could ever be. "you look like a fuckin mess," he paused, looking at your face. "i didn't know you wore makeup - it's all runny," he spoke like he was disgusted. "though, i knew you always liked attention." his words made you angry, they made you want to bite back. but you knew where that'd get you. his thumb pressed against your bottom lip, and he forced his gloved finger inside your mouth, the pad of his finger pressing down on your tongue. he seemed pleased by how wet your mouth was, and he started to reach down to his pants. you swallowed, pleading for him. "oh my god, please don't," you whimpered. "why? you gonna cry again?" he taunted, pulling his pants down enough for you to see his black boxers. "i've heard people plead for me to not take their life, and somehow you sound more pathetic than they do," he said with amusement. he pulled out his hardened cock, just seeing you in pain and crying made him hard. this fucker- he was big. he didn't need for you to say it, he knew already. his pink tip tapped at your lips, and he forced you to open your mouth by stepping on your foot, making you gasp in pain.

he shoved his cock inside, letting out a hiss of pleasure as he felt his cock be engulfed by your mouth. he rocked gently, letting your tongue coat his cock in your saliva before commanding you to suck. "suck it. no wonder guys don't fuck you, you're terrible at this," he replied as you didn't move an inch, and you fought off the urge to bite. you decided to give in, as pleasing him would only make things better for you. slowly, you started to suck. he watched as you took your time, displeased with how slow you were, he rolled his eyes, growing bored. he pulled his cock out, grabbing your hair and forcing you to look up at him. "you gonna stop fucking around or do i need to smack the shit out of you again?"

his tone was threatening, making you swallow and take his cock back in your mouth. without using your hands, you slowly took it inch by inch, your tongue wrapping around the tip. you sucked on it generously, tracing his veins with your tongue. he tilted his head back, quietly panting. he groaned, looking down at you again, before taking your hair in a fist, and thrusting into your mouth. your eyes teared up from the pressure, looking up at him as he fucked your mouth relentlessly. his breathing was heavy, gasps shuddering as his cock grazed your tongue, the way your lips sucked on his tip made him crazy. it didn't take long for him to finish, for him to fill up your mouth with cum. "swallow it." he held you by your cheeks, fingertips burning into your skin. you obeyed, swallowing it.

he seemed impressed by how you didn't gag, but he wasn't gonna tell you that. you were slightly relieved when he pulled his pants back up, and when he left the room. you wiped your mouth, hating yourself for enjoying it.

you were confused, he hadn't said anything at all in the past hour. you got up from your room, leaving to take a shower. you stood underneath the water, deciding to pamper yourself after what happened. you shaved, used a body scrub, and your favorite body wash. you swore that you heard the door open, but you felt that it was just your paranoia of being in punishment that made you believe that.

you ended up finishing quickly, but you were quick to notice the missing thong from your pile of clothes. you exited the bathroom, going into your room to change. you felt that pampering yourself might make you feel less worse about this whole 'punishment.' you felt slightly disgusted, how many people did he do this do? you rubbed lotion on your arms and legs, jumping when the door handle started to move.

you were barely clothed, just a pair of grey shorts and a little black tank top. he entered your room, looking pissed off again. "you're a bitch, you know that?" he came closer. "making me feel like a fuckin' teenager in heat. you know how many bitches i fucked trying to get you off my mind?" you paused, completely taken aback.

"you're just some dumb bitch i've gotta babysit while we kill people together." his hand runs up your neck, the leather from his gloves caressing your soft skin. your brows furrowed, and you could tell he was smirking under the mask. "dumb girls like you don't even cross my mind a second time after i've came." you looked away, shame and embarrassment burning your cheeks after what had happened. you felt used - like some toy for him to get off on. "if you're feeling used, it's because you are. you fuckin' suck at killing," he paused, his hand sliding up the back of your neck - taking your hair and wrapping it around his hand, "maybe these hands are better for this." his unoccupied hand took your wrist, and he placed it on his crotch. you could feel him hardening under your palm, and you swallowed nervously.

he looked down at you, fighting the urge to smile at how pretty you were. "you're pretty when you cry," he chuckled darkly. "maybe I should make you cry more often, you look so good." you didn't know how to feel, he was being so cruel but so nice at the same time. you couldn't lie, you were eating up whatever compliments he gave - since they didn't come often.

but, his good mood disappeared as quick as it came, and before you know it you were shoved down onto your bed. his hands pinned your wrists down, and he was quick to straddle you. you fought against him, but it only ended up with you getting slapped. he didn't say a word, his hands already abandoning your wrists to travel up your top. you gasped softly as he gently pushed your top up, a finger tracing your abdomen. "look at you, barely fuckin' clothed. it's like you want my attention," he laughed cruelly. he reached behind him, pulling out his hunting knife. he dragged the tip up your stomach, the faintest mark appearing on the soft skin. he watched how your skin dented under the knife's weight, his lips pulling up into a twisted grin that nobody could see.

he ran it up your body, cutting your top open. the knife laid against your neck, and you swallowed thickly. you laid still, as if breathing would get you killed. his hand came down and squeezed your boob, and he leaned down next to your ear. "i usually don't give girls attention like this, but you're different." he sighed in frustration, "you gotta boyfriend?"

"no," you cleared your throat. "it wouldn't matter anyway, id kill him just to have you for myself." he chuckled, his hand running down your stomach to press against your clothed pussy. you jolted underneath his body, squirming slightly. "don't move, girl." you could tell he was looking you up and down, "i'm gonna make this pussy mine." you tried to move again, but he held you by your throat, his thumb digging into your neck. you gasped, and his hand went down your shorts. you shuddered when you felt his finger run down your pussy, his gloved fingertip sliding in between your lips. he watched your brows furrow, and your lips part slightly to let out soft gasps.

you didn't know how to feel. were you angry that he was treating you like this? speaking to you like you were below him? all of that faded as you felt his finger circle your clit. a sharp gasp exiting your mouth, your back slightly arching on its own. you felt him press you into the mattress, his strong arm holding you in place. "that's it, good girl." he murmured, watching as you moved your hips like some bitch in heat. he removed his finger, his hand disappearing under his mask as he tasted you on his fingers. you opened your eyes and looked at him as he tasted you. you couldn't tell what he was thinking.

his legs were spread as he straddled you, but he got off of you, and stood by the edge of your bed. he yanked you to the edge by your ankles, until your lower half slightly tipped over the edge. he pushed your legs up to your chest, a hand under your knees as he traced your clothed pussy with his finger. his breathing had become heavier, and he practically tore your shorts off you. he moved his mask slightly, just to spit in your mouth. he forced it open, dragging his ring and middle finger along your tongue. when he pulled your thong to the side, his eyes glimmered in amusement at how wet you were already. "didn't even need to use spit," he chuckled. "suck it off." his fingers returned to your mouth, and you sucked his spit off of them.

he couldn't wait, he was hard the moment he stepped into your room, and saw how your shorts hugged the fat of your ass. he pressed himself against your wet pussy. the front of his jeans were dampened, and he groaned feeling you pressed against him. in a quick motion, he unbuttoned his jeans. "spread that pussy for me," he ordered. your hands came around your thighs, spreading open your pussy for him. he ran a finger in between your folds, your mouth parting to let out soft pants. he circled your clit slowly, before teasing your hole with the tip of his finger. he leaned down, his ring finger poking at your hole while his thumb caressed your clit. "you're dripping," he sneered. he felt pride knowing you were so wet because of him, and something darker gleamed in his eyes as he heard your soft whines and the sounds of you sucking in a breath. he slowly sunk his ring and middle finger in your hole, watching as you tipped your head back. a soft whine left your mouth, and he picked up his pace seeing your reaction. "come on," he encouraged, "show me how good this pussy is." upon hearing that, your pussy clamped around his fingers, and he looked at you with amusement.

he curled his fingers, making you arch your back. his pace quickened on your clit, and you swore you were going to cum, when he suddenly pulled out. you opened your eyes, shocked to see him laughing. "oh baby, you're not gonna get to cum so quickly." he stood up to his full height, taking his pants off and pulling them down. he pulled out his cock, rubbing the tip in between your folds. you looked at him, brows furrowed as he teased you. "you're still being punished, remember?" he taunted, leaning down to choke you again. you held onto his wrist, and this time he let you. "please," you whined. "please what?" he tilted his head, looking down at you.

"please, put it in. i-i can't.." you squirmed, trying to gain some friction. but instead, he pushed your hips down into the mattress, his voice quickly turning menacing. "stop moving, girl." he warned, his cock resting heavy on your pussy. he tapped his tip against your clit, rubbing it up and down before teasing the tip in. your painted toes curled with anticipation, as you let out a soft gasp as he stuck it in. but he quickly pulled out, leaving you with an empty feeling. just as you were about to protest, he stuck it in quickly, instantly filling you up. you let out a groan, your back arching again as he stood still. "relax, i haven't even done anything yet." he said with contempt, but it was amusing how turned on you were by this. "do you not get dick often? that would explain it," he smirked, loving the look of frustration on your face.

he started to rock his hips, fucking you at a painfully slow pace. but you knew not to disobey, even though you just wanted to move against him. he held open your legs, watching as his cock disappeared inside your pussy, how you sucked him in so fucking good that his eyes rolled back. your breathing was shaky as you tried to handle his slow pace, and to make it worse he added a finger to your clit, rubbing it in all the right places. he loved how your mouth hung slightly open, your brows furrowing as you looked as his cock inside you. your eyes trailed over his body, the distinct v line fading into the carved muscles of his upper half. he noticed you looking, and lifted his robe up to expose more of his stomach, while rolling his hips into yours.

a sharp gasp left your throat, as he started to pick up his pace. he pounded into you harder, yet his pace was still slow. he enjoyed watching you nearly cum all over his cock, and pulled out just before as you were about to. "do you wanna cum?" he taunted, leaning next to your ear while he pounded into you. you couldn't help the gasps and moans that left your mouth, "yes, please let me cum, please.." you begged, your legs sore from holding them up for so long. he suddenly pulled out again, forcing you onto your hands and knees. "I'll make you scream, baby. " he pulled your hips towards him, slapping your ass until it left a mark. he stuck his cock back in, pulling it back out and watching as your hole stayed in the same shape he stretched it. "I'm gonna make this pussy cum," he groaned, fucking into you sloppily. his abdomen was pressed into the fat of your ass, and you could hear the heavy breaths that left his mouth as he pounded into your pussy. his fingers returned to your clit, sloppily rubbing it until your pussy was clenching around his cock.

"be a good girl n' cum for me, show me how much you like this dick bitch." your knuckles were gripping the sheets, your toes curling and your eyes rolling back as he fucked you into oblivion, the side of your face pressed into the mattress as he buried his cock deep inside you, his fingers rubbing at your clit until you were a moaning mess. you swore you've never came so fucking hard - after nearly three times of him almost coaxing it out of you. "oh my god," you tried to move away, a scream leaving your throat as you felt him fuck you past your orgasm. you could feel him filling up your pussy with his cum, and he let out a deep groan, leaning against your body for support. your body collapsed, as you let out heavy pants. your eyes opened in shock when you felt yourself being lifted up, and he slammed you into the nearest wall, pounding into your pussy as if the two of your bodies weren't aching.

you couldn't remember how many times you came. he ran a finger up your pussy, practically fucking his own cum out of you. he pulled out his cum coated cock, and stuck it in your mouth. you licked him up, savoring the taste of him. "you freak bitch," he chuckled darkly, holding the side of your face. you sat on the edge of your bed, putting your clothes on while he pulled his pants up and left. you figured that he'd be the type to do that, and you decided it was time for another shower. but you could only imagine the surprise when you came back to your room, and saw him laying in the bed. he pat the space next to him, and as soon as you laid down he pulled you close to him.

"sleep with me," he moved up his mask slightly to kiss your neck (which you couldn't see since you were the little spoon.) you hummed in acknowledgement, laying comfortably in his strong arms. his fingers caressed the soft curve on your side, prompting you to fall asleep.

after that encounter, things had gotten strange. the girls that he'd fucked before you went missing. that or they were brutally murdered. when he heard shuffling around in the kitchen, he rose from his bed with a hunting knife tucked into his pants. "what the fuck?" he muttered, seeing you bloodied. "killing spree?" he let go of his knife, leaning against the wall. you came up to him, lifting up the bottom of his mask just enough where his neck was exposed. you started to kiss the skin, sucking on all the right spots. his hand rested on the small of your back, unsure of what caused the sudden affection - not that he was complaining. then you said something that made him shudder, "this dick belongs to me." oh fuck, he was losing his control. your hand ran down his stomach and groped his cock, eliciting a deep groan from him. "I don't belong to anyone," he panted, knowing you'd get angry. "tell that to them." you looked into his eyes, and his face fell as he connected the dots. but he wasn't afraid of what you were capable of - in fact, he found his perfect match.

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authors note: since halloween is coming, I decided I should throw in another ghostface fic cause he's so fucking hot likeee...

[blitzyn]

rookie mistake

dottore x m!reader

Request: Requests are open right? I hope so 🤞 Would I be able to ask for a sub!(male/amab)reader X dom!dottore? With some blackmail and coercion, preferably leaning towards dubious consent but I’m am a-ok with non-con elements, with a fatui/subordinate reader? If you could add in a small scene of him continuing while talking with someone outside the door that’s be awesome 😎 - Anonymous

Synopsis: You accidentally invade Dottore's office in search of intel.

a/n -> yall i know that i said i was on the fence about writing for genshin, but it was dottore and i love him plus i really liked this idea despite it having collected dust in my inbox for decades. whoever requested this: i love your mind and im so sorry it took me forever to decide to write this!! but just a reminder to whoever sees this, i will not be writing for fontaine unless stated otherwise!!

wc -> 3.6k

cw -> non-con, blackmail, coercion, blowjob, deepthroat, literally getting caught, spit as lube, anal fingering, anal sex, standing doggy position, fatuus/infiltrator reader, guys he calls you a rat because you're a spy, not beta read

Your job was straightforward. But it was also one of the most grueling missions you've ever been assigned to.

With your status as an elite spy, you were tasked with infiltrating the Fatui as one of their ranks to gather information regarding the locations and purposes of specific forts to prevent potential attacks and keep the organization from acquiring knowledge valuable to their cause.

There was absolutely no room for error, lest you get caught and pay for that mistake with your life.

Fortunately enough, the mask everyone was required to wear (with the exception of the Harbingers) concealed your identity, allowing you to execute your orders with relative ease. Of course, it wasn't completely simple. You had to fight your way up the ranks in order to even get a hint of the plan from your superiors, which took years to even get recognized for your efforts.

Several times have you had to go against your moral compass. Several times, you doubted your abilities and questioned if you were even making a dent in the Fatui's plans. Although, when you heard a faint argument due to a lack of resources, you knew you were on the right track.

But one day, you noticed that an agent's office door was left unlocked. There was no one in the hallways, and not a soul knew that you had stolen an important document that recorded data for some valuable supply that you didn't care enough to read about.

Making sure you tucked the paper deep inside your coat pocket, you strained your ears to ensure you were alone before taking the risk and entering the isolated office. It looked like your standard room. Boring, silent, and strangely barren of many decorations. You took a moment to inspect the area before deciding to take a step forward when your blood suddenly ran cold.

"I don't use this office very often," a voice said from behind you. You just about jumped out of your skin, swiveling your head to the person behind you. It took you a moment to put a face to the name you'd heard so many times before, but when you did, you quickly regretted your decision to search for any additional information. "But even so, don't you think it's rude to invade someone's personal space?"

You froze, unable to find the right words. Nothing could explain why you were currently snooping around in an office that wasn't yours—much, much less when it belonged to the Second of the Eleven Harbingers.

You inwardly cursed your naive eagerness to do more than you were asked. Your years of experience as a spy should've kept you from making such a rookie mistake, and now all your work was going down the drain.

The two of you stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, fighting the urge to fidget at the overwhelming feeling of his gaze on you, analyzing your appearance. He broke the silence with a hum, neither intrigued nor entirely disappointed.

"I have heard others spread rumors of a mole within our ranks but thought nothing more of their words as an excuse for their inability to secure our resources," Dottore mused, raising a hand to his chin. "I assume that the mole is you?"

You couldn't bring yourself to reply. Your throat was dry, and your stomach twisted into knots. Not that he cared.

"I must applaud your efforts," he said, a slight smirk decorating his pale face. "Not many people evade our eyes so easily, and for as long as you have."

"But, a word of advice—" He reached into his pocket, pulling out a familiar device. He presented it to you, watching in amusement when you suddenly patted yourself down before looking back up towards him. It was the device you used to contact your organization. "—Make sure you clean up after yourself. It's impolite to leave your items lying around."

You don't remember dropping it or forgetting it somewhere. But that didn't matter anymore. You were stuck in the present with no way of getting out of this situation.

He flipped the device over, dully inspecting it as he continued talking. "After going through your data log, it wasn't hard figuring out what you were going for next. While this normally wouldn't spark any interest in me, this resource just so happens to be vital in my current experiment, and I can't have you tampering with my results."

He walked forward, stopping just a few feet in front of you. He was close enough for you to inhale his scent of sterile rubbing alcohol and metal. It made your nose burn as you watched him intently, tensing and fighting the urge to back away out of fear of angering him somehow. The document in your pocket felt unusually heavy.

"Although, I didn't expect such a seasoned spy like yourself to make such an amateur move," he hummed, ignoring your need for personal space to pull your mask off. And you were helpless against it all. "[Name] [L.Name], is it? Why don't you read the paper you have right now?"

That's when you knew you fucked up big time.

With a shaky hand, you reached into your coat pocket to pull out the report, unfolding it only to realize that it wasn't a report at all. It was a blank piece of paper. But you could've sworn there was writing on it when you grabbed it earlier!

He could see the confusion on your face clear as day as a laugh left his lips, tapping a rolled-up piece of parchment on the tip of your nose to regain your attention. "I believe this is what you're after." With a flick of his wrist, he unfurled the paper that contained everything you needed.

"What—" you gasped, briefly staring at your paper before looking back up.

"It's a shame you didn't think to check the ink before you took it," he said, faux disappointment laced in his voice before it reverted back to its normal tone just as fast. "The ink 'disappears' when subjected to anything higher than room temperature. When you put it in your pocket, your body heat, coupled with the insulation from your coat, affected the writing and turned it invisible."

Fuck.

He planned this out.

You swallowed nervously, taking a deep inhale to steel your nerves, even when it didn't do much to help you. "How... how long have you known?" you couldn't help but ask.

"Not long, really," Dottore casually replied, as if he didn't hold your entire life in the palm of his hand. "I caught you just in time."

"Now," he said with a voice that demanded your attention. Not that he needed to try, anyway. His very presence was almost impossible to ignore. "I'm willing to offer you two options. One, I hand this device over to one of my lovely agents and have them torture you for answers then promptly dispose of you. Or, two—" He waved the communicator in the air, taunting you. "—I have you make it up to me."

It was obvious which one you'd be more tempted to accept, but you knew that accepting an offer such as this from Dottore, of all people, was not a good idea. He knows he has you right where he wants you.

"The second one. I... I'll make it up to you." The words tasted like acid as you forced them out, watching a pleased smirk rise on his face.

"Good," he muttered mostly to himself. Leisurely, he turned around and walked towards the door, shutting it before refocusing back on you.

"Get on your knees," he ordered, placing his hands behind his back as he waited for you to move. He observed silently as you obeyed, staring at the floor in shame. "Crawl to me."

He sighed impatiently upon seeing the conflicted and perplexed expression on your face. "You want to be a rat so badly, don't you? So get down and crawl to me like one."

You were given no choice but to comply despite the absurdity of his request. Hanging your head, you inched forward as the cold, wooden floors painfully dug into your knees, stopping once the sight of his boots came into view. You held back a flinch when you heard the fabric of his clothes rustle as he leaned down to lift your head up by your hair, forcing you to your knees.

Instantly, your eyes zeroed in on the prominent bulge in Dottore's pants, making you painfully aware of what he wanted you to do next. With a suspiciously gentle tug, he brought you slightly closer to him. You could tell he was getting impatient.

"Well?" He questioned, a frown gracing his features. "You don't need instructions. Go on."

You glanced up at him with blatant disgust in your eyes before raising your hands to undo his pants and reveal his semi-hard cock. You suppressed a grimace as you held it in your hand, steeling your nerves just enough to be able to lick a stripe down the side. Flattening your tongue, you moved back up to take the tip in your mouth, letting your saliva slip past the corners of your lips to lubricate the rest of his dick.

You half-assed it all, not bothering to take it all the way down or, at the very least, use your tongue. However, Dottore caught on quick enough with an annoyed sigh. You supposed you shouldn't have been surprised when he tangled his fingers into your hair and shoved you down, but you were caught off guard either way.

You were embarrassed to hear a loud gag sound from you, choking and sputtering on his cock whenever the tip of it slid down your throat. You dug your nails into his thighs when he suddenly shifted and pressed the sole of his boot onto your dick, letting out a muffled cry that only served to please him. He made no move to rub it against you, simply keeping it firmly on your crotch—to keep you in line, you assumed.

You squirmed, internally cringing at the feeling of your drool seeping out the corners of your lips. Fluttering your eyes shut, you tried to focus on your breathing. In and out, in and out, in and—

"Don't look away," he said, refusing to give you a moment of respite, shoving his cock all the way inside your mouth, harshly tugging on your hair at the same time. He fucked your face, ignoring your sounds of protest as he battered your throat. He laughed at your struggle, entertained with the way your tears gathered at your lash line.

"Awh, is this too much for you?" He taunted, shifting his hand to the back of your head to push you down to the base. He sighed contentedly at the feeling of your throat tightening and spasming around him, gently rocking his hips. "You should've thought that through before you accepted the job."

With a painful tug, he pulled you off of his cock. A trail of saliva connected you to him, which you quickly broke when you turned your head to cough into your elbow. He ordered you to get up, unwilling to wait a second before he hauled you up by your arm impatiently. He effortlessly moved your body, pressing your cheek against the wooden door as he pushed on your back, forcing it to arch.

Deeming your position acceptable, he tucked his fingers underneath the waistband of your pants to yank them down to your knees. Your breath hitched at the sudden change in temperature, refusing to lean back and seek any warmth from Dottore.

With one hand on your hip, the other strayed toward your ass, spreading it to inspect your hole. It took effort to keep yourself from fidgeting under his gaze, and you opened your mouth in a daring attempt to get him to hurry up when he suddenly spat on your hole, shoving two fingers inside soon after.

You let out a grunt, clawing at the door he had you lean against. It was an uncomfortably foreign sensation but you were in no position to struggle. A burning sensation emanated from your hole as his fingers forced their way inside, wasting no time to move in a scissoring motion. They brushed against a spot that sent sparks up your spine every so often, taunting you wordlessly.

"You're enjoying this," Dottore said, not as a question or comment, but as a statement. And the worst thing was, he was right. No matter how much your mind made you hate it, your body told a different tale.

You let out a displeased sigh, pressing your forehead against the cold door, not daring to make your words known. Not that he minded. He enjoyed forcing your reactions out of you just as much as having them given to him without a fight.

He made it known with a jab to your prostate, sending a shock up and down your spine so suddenly it nearly made your knees buckle. That was all he gave you before abruptly pulling away, leaving you uncomfortably empty until the quiet ptuh! sound of him spitting on his cock filled your ears.

Fuck. This was actually happening. And you had no way out.

In a last ditch effort to maintain your dignity, you tried to push yourself off of the door but was quickly pressed—borderline slammed—back down with a hand to the back of your neck.

"I don't think you'll enjoy the alternative," he said, the undertones of irritation and impatience evident in his voice. He squeezed the sides of your neck hard enough to ensure your compliance, nearly scowling when you shifted in place. "So be still and behave like a good little thing."

Without missing a beat, he lined the tip of his cock up against your slick asshole and pushed his way inside, forcing a strained cry from your throat. He made sure it hurt, purposefully moving slowly to make you feel every inch and vein.

You whimpered, trying to breathe and calm yourself down. The stretch fucking hurt and you instinctively shifted your hips forward in a futile attempt to ease the pain when Dottore held your hips to yank you back, shoving the last few inches inside you.

You let out a strangled groan, biting your lower lip to stifle your noises as searing pain tore through you. You breathed heavily through your nose, feeling the weight of disgust settle in your chest when you heard him sigh in satisfaction at how tight you were. You winced when he pulled out slowly, only for him to slam back inside with a loud slap.

You jolted, just about ramming your head against the door in surprise. You grit your teeth and pressed a hand against it as the wood audibly creaked and groaned under your weight when he began to move. You tensed upon hearing faint voices beyond the door, peering back over your shoulder in a pathetic attempt to get him to stop.

"W—Wait," you muttered, breath hitching. "There's someone outside...!"

"Then I suppose you're just going to have to be quiet," he replied with an upward quirk to his lips before angling himself in a way that made his cock press up against you just right. You were disgusted to feel heat beginning to pool in your gut, forcing moans past your lips no matter how hard you tried to stop them. You covered your mouth with a hand as you listened to the noises approach. Dottore was (somewhat) merciful enough to press his pelvis against your ass, though that didn't stop him from rocking his hips to cruelly grind his cock into your prostate.

"Dottore?" It took you a moment to process the voice as electricity shot up and down your spine, trying your damn best to stifle your whimpers. "Are you in there?"

It's Pantalone, you recognize.

"Yes. Is there something you need from me?" Dottore replied, shifting his hold on you to start shallowly thrusting. You squeezed your eyes shut, listening to the painfully loud squelching.

"Not at the moment. I thought I heard something... else," Pantalone hummed with a knowing tone, sending a wave of mortification through your body.

"Then if that is all, I'd prefer it if you left," Dottore said, his amusement clear as day in his voice. He didn't even try to hide it as he gave you a punishing thrust, the resounding slap mixing in with your moan as it echoed off the walls. "I'm busy."

A laugh came from behind the door. "Very well. I'll leave you to it."

Dottore refused to wait for him to leave when he started again, this time fucking you so hard you were convinced there'd be a bruise. His fingers dug into your skin, yanking you back in time with his thrusts.

Your legs shook and you bit your lip until you bled, but it hardly did a thing to silence you.

"Look at you," Dottore mused, reaching around to hold your aching cock in his hand. He gave it a squeeze before jerking off the top half, focusing on the tip. "You were never meant to be a spy. You'd be so much better off as my little pet, wouldn't you agree?"

You let out a loud moan, instinctively looking down. You didn't even realize you were so hard, but as you watched the head of your cock drool precum onto the ground, everything felt twice as intense.

"N—No!" You choked out, clawing desperately at the creaking door. "I'll never—I'll never be your pet!"

"No?" Dottore laughed, sounding so unbothered it sent a spike of fear through you, reminding you of just how fucked you were. Swiftly, he swiped his fingers over the tip of your cock before bringing his hand up to push them into your mouth, making you taste your precum. With the palm of his hand, he pressed it against your chin to force your head back.

You let out a groan, feeling the strain on your upper back and neck as you stared at him with fear and disgust.

"I'm afraid you don't have a choice," he reminded, pulling out the communicator with his other hand. He slightly shook it, taunting you. "Don't you remember that actions have consequences?"

He pocketed the device as he slid his hand away from your mouth to bring it to the back of your neck, holding it tightly as he harshly pressed you against the cold wood. The side of your face ached, but, much to your horror, the pain only went straight to your cock.

"So just stand there and enjoy it," he said with a groan, his dick pulsing rhythmically as he savored the sensation of your walls clamping tightly around him. "Don't fight how much you like this."

"I don-" Just then, he rammed his cock into your prostate over and over, reducing you into a babbling mess that only proved his point.

Your eyes burned with unshed tears, ashamed that you loved the feeling of him so deep inside you, but you hated that it was him fucking you. You could feel the heat in your stomach intensify with each harsh thrust, feel the way your balls tightened in a way you knew you couldn't stop.

"Please..." you whimpered, weak against the wet slapping sounds that filled the office. "I don't want to...!"

You came with a whorish moan, arching your back as your cock spilled cum onto the floor. You could hear the sound of Dottore's laugh through the haze of your orgasm as sparks coursed through your veins, knees nearly buckling.

"Yes you do," he groaned, voice slightly strained. You could faintly hear his labored breathing the closer he got to his own orgasm, noticing the way his movements grew sloppier and weaker. He reached around again, jerking you off despite the lurking overstimulation.

You tightened, sending him right over the edge as he slammed his cock inside you a final time, pressing himself flush against your ass as he came. It was uncomfortably warm as he throbbed in time with each spurt, savoring the way you practically tried to milk him dry.

But he didn't let it last long as he pulled out with a satisfied sigh, enjoying the sight of you, shaky and vulnerable, before him. He graciously gave you a moment before commanding you to fix yourself, stepping back to adjust his own appearance.

"Now," he said, sternly, like he didn't just fuck you within a damn inch of your life. "Why don't you send a message to your organization stating that you're not going back."

He handed you the communicator with a smug smirk, relishing in your distress. Taking in a deep breath to steel your nerves, you accepted the device, reluctantly typing in a message before returning it back to him with regret written on your face.

"Oh, don't look so upset," he pouted, pocketing the device. You weren't sure when you'd see it again. "It'll be easier for you if you cooperate."

He made his way past you, opening the door, sending shivers down your spine at the sudden chill. "But right now, you have a lot of work to do."

cross-posted on ao3

[satoruhour]

https://www.tumblr.com/deathgasmic/729345046853419008/i-hate-to-break-this-to-you-but-i-am-once-again

this with satoru. omgomgom—

a/n: fem!reader, discussions of unprotected sex, oral f! receiving, finger sucking, creampie & breeding, cum eating, jealous gojo. link to post here also anon ur mind >>>>>

oh OH OH .. OKAYYYYYY ok to start off he’s clingy as fuck to begin with so im not even sure why youd dare to flirt with gojo satoru’s girl … erm! but anyway theres prob this kyoto teacher slash sorcerer who was just posted to the region and hes nice and all …. utahime says hes leagues above gojo but also bc she just rlly fuckin hates him LMFAO. paired with the fact that gojo has an affinity to fuck at public events just cause u look so damn good in that black dress he picked out for you. but oh boy that sorcerer has insanity coming just by talking to gojo satoru’s girl !!!!

ur bf also is … possessive as hell. youve tried to tell him to not scare off random guys (or girls) who come up to you and ask you for ur number but he just . likes to scare them off. usually you’d be there to calm the situation down too cause if u were not that man will go CRAZY. ok but anyway! you already know whats in store when gojo saunters up to the two of you with drink in hand (apple cider) in hand and a hand curls around your waist and hes just like “sorry, can i steal your conversation partner”

you thought it was bc of the black dress but it’s the jealousy and suddenly everything makes sense and youre teasing him all the way to the bathroom. altho it’s futile cause the moment the lock clicks and you’re turned around and pushed up against the counter. good luck holding onto the installed racks of the sink bc he goes to his knees and eats you out like no other. gojo uses his jealousy and the lust he has for you and puts it all into his tongue

“he wishes he could taste my sweet pussy,” he basically makes out with your cunt as youre trying to keep your voice down, “what he doesnt know is that my girl gets wet for me and me only” WHEEEEW hes angry and he makes sure your pussy gets all the heat. makes you cum one, two, three times and hes sure the event’s at their dessert course right now while he still has you moaning and grinding into his mouth. now youre up on the sink’s counter, and him on his knees but he stops your orgasm just as you were reaching your high and he has to fuck you now or else he’ll die. gojo isnt even sure how he manages to survive with his throbbing cock

and it’s rough when he slams into you from behind the first time that ur moans echo in the bathroom teehee, gojo only grins, “that good, huh? not so eager to talk to other guys now, are you?” and you want to protest but he doesnt let you, shoving two fingers into your mouth and you whimper around it, basically grabbing at his wrist to suck on his fingers like u would to his cock. 

hes torn between being rough and soft to you when youre so clueless about the effect u have on people. gojo holds onto your shoulders and just speeds up making you limp over the bathroom counter and you dont seem to care about the moans any more. his dirty talk is crazy as always

“yeah… hear that? fucking slut dripping all over my cock”, “who’s making you feel this way, hm? who’s fucking you so deep?”, “pretty baby looks so stunnin’ in her black dress talking to some sorcerer … but she looks better stuffed.”

you giggled a little at that one but you have no time to catch ur breath bc hes cumming deep in you and oh my god you arent sure if hes just fuelled by adrenaline or WHAT but he cums so so much in u it gets you dizzy. as with satoru.

“fuck… made to take my cum, yeah?” and he makes sure you know it bc he is immediately hooked when he removes his cock and you’re trying to keep it in yet there’s globs of cum that leave ur pussy and drips to the floor HAHREBW gojo fucking loses it and has to fuck you again until you’re full of his cum.

“look at me in the mirror as i breed you, sweetheart.”, “feel that? got s’much cum jus’ for you”, “ wanna feel this pussy ‘round me until i can’t any more. don’t think little mr. kyoto over there could fuck you this well, right?” he. is. gross. 

snaps pics of ur cum filled cunt after. youre spent, leaning over the counter and exhausted and catching your breath and your eyes widen in panic when gojo gets to his knees again and latches his mouth onto your soaking pussy ….. and eats the cum right outta you! disgusting filthy man oh i need him to do that to me.

the higher ups told u not to come to the next gala dinner LMAOOO

[broken-glass-puppet]

Ok so Miguel request

Whar about Miguel (or basically just the spider team form atsv) x male reader that acts like a jumping spider and kinda look like it too

So the reader is small and very quick in his feet, he can also jump way farther than any of the rest, but he also has the other spider abilities. And I just imagine the reader being an anomaly and accidentally being teleport to HQ and they try to capture him, but he's all skiddish and nervous and just jumps away from them every time. In the end someone manages to calm the reader down (you can decide how, maybe with food or some shit) and the talk to the reader. And the reader just answers in very short very quick answers, and he's still very nervous

Aahhhhhhh I'm sorry I wrote this, this is so long!!! But I hope you do mangage to write it, but no pressure, I don't want to force anything

Okay, im going to use this for my spider sona

Fast and nervous, not good combo

You runned and jumped for...one, two, three...then multiple for two...damn you weren't good with math, but what can you say?! If someone had a lot, and I mean A LOT of Spidermans running after them, they would run too, I mean, they don't look friendly... specially that one with the red and blue suit...a bit more specific?...the one with the talons...so you runned and jumped and...did what a spider would do! You thinked you managed to get them away when suddenly-

"There you are!" Someone grabbed you and tied you to a chair with spider web, it was that man...hmm...tall, tan skin, hooked nose, deep cheeks...is that a Mexican accent? "Now.talk"...you started hyperventilating and squirming and moving "hmm...if you keep moving it will stick to you more chiquito" you looked at him and started breathing slowly

"yo dude, you shouldn't be like that" another voice said, he was...goth? No...Punk? Yeah that kinda looks punk...oh he has a guitar...

"I'll ignore the fact that you just called me 'dude', now...back to you.Name"

"[redacted]"

"where are you-"

"earth [insert here number]"

"how did you-"

"I was in my dimension, in my room and suddenly I saw this big portal and one thing went to another and here am I..."

Miguel sighed, pitching the bridge of his nose "are you always this nervous...?" He said looking at you up and down..."i have to admit...you jump and move really good...you are slippery and quiet..." He said while walking a bit closer to you "I'll untie you...don't you dare try to scape you hear me cariño?" You nodded, he untied you, you got up immediately, oh...oh he's tall...you are kind of small compared to him hehe...you looked around...you looked back at him...and runned away, in part it was for fun...what would he do...he sighed and chased after you...you giggled...this was REAAAAAAALLY fun...he's almost as fast as you!...you runned for...half an hour? And hour?...you stopped and took a deep breath...you looked around.. oh...oh is that...a burger...a bit wouldn't huuuurt...

"coño, where the fuck is-" Miguel cutted his sentence and looked at you devouring the burger, hmm, okay... nervous? Check, fast? Check, jumps a lot? Check, likes food? Check...he walked behind you quietly "boo" he whispered in your ear

You almost dropped your hamburger, you gulped the rest that was in your mouth and looked at him "hey?" Miguel smiled sarcastically "you know what was the only thing I told you not to do?" "Y-yes?" "What was it?" "To not...run?" You said smiling nervously "yes, and what did you do?" You looked at him nervously "I runned?" He smiled sweetly but it was a sarcastic smile "exactly...now..." He tied both your wrists and putting you over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes...food thing you finished your hamburger...

He went to his...office? Would you even call it that...he sat in a chair near by and sighed, you still in his arms..."look kid-" "don't call me that, it's weird" "why would it-" "I'm sitting in your lap and you call me kid?" He looked at you and sighed "okay, what should I call you" "[nickname]"..."okay okay...now [nickname], will you let me finish a sentence for Once?" "Yes..." "I want you to join me" "after you chased me all over here?! Yeah, no" he chuckled seeing that you were refusing "feisty one...i like that..." You couldn't help but smile at that

Oh boy, you two were going to be REAAAAAAALLY close

Please i loved this type of reader, please z person who requested it, please use this type of reader, i want to see more of him

[fir3ylolol]

we want you! pt. 4

pairing: Johnny Cage x Reader

tw: oral sex, public, almost caught, mostly fluffy tbh, gn pronouns

a/n: finally, a pt 4! i've been busy with school this week, so im glad i got this out lol. enjoy the fluffy old man hehe

word count: 1.74 k

other parts

Ao3

It’s been about 3 days since you last saw Johnny. You’ve got class, and he’s got work. That doesn’t stop him from texting you. Constantly. He’s sending you texts about what he ate, pictures of cute things he saw, and whining about not hanging out. It’s a lot of whining to be fair. But it’s cute. Especially when he sends selfies where he’s making big sad puppy dog eyes.

But finally, you reach another free day. He’s been counting down the days, complaining more that he can’t come over at 6 A.M. sharp. But you need more time than that, and he understands. That doesn’t mean he’s not constantly asking you if you’re ready. Like, every 5 minutes. How does he have this much energy? When you let him know you’re ready, you swear it’s only been a couple of minutes before the knock on your door comes. You open the door, but Johnny nearly bursts in, capturing you in a bear hug as he lifts you slightly. There you hang, as he squeezes you tight and lets out a deep breath. Face buried in your chest, you hear him mumble out, “Man, I missed you.” As he sets you down, you giggle slightly. “You know it’s only been a couple of days right?” He sighs and droops forward comedically. “I know, I know, but! You’re so much more fun than sitting around all day.”

You hold his hand and smile at him, which causes him to stand up straighter, as you speak quietly, “That’s very sweet of you.” He wraps his arms around your waist, gently touching his forehead to yours, smiling out, “Well, I am well known for how sweet I am.” You giggle at him, which makes him smile even more. “God, I don’t think I’ve ever been funnier than when I’m with you,” he laughs with you. You slip from his grasp and grab your bag, walking out the door. “Come on, I don’t have all day.” Johnny quickly walks out after you, watching as you lock the door. But the second you do, he grabs your hand and pulls you along. His steps are fast, and he’s half-dragging you along. As you practically get dragged along the sidewalk, you can’t help but admire his excitement. It’s quite sweet.

He screeches to a halt and you bump into his back. He turns around to grin at you wide, asking excitedly, “What do you think?” It’s a hole-in-the-wall restaurant, an old shader over the worn door. He walks in the door, still holding your hand tight. It’s quite cute inside, like a warm, comfortable library, with large sofas and thrifted coffee tables. He speaks to an employee as you look around before he gets your attention to follow him again. You start up a thin staircase, with creaky wooden floors under your feet. It suddenly opens up to a rooftop area, flowering plants pouring out over the trellis in the center, with comfortable-looking chairs underneath. You sit down, amazed at how picture-esque it is. Johnny whispers to the employee who brought you up, who nods as he leaves again. Johnny sits down with you, smiling at you, which you reciprocate. “What do you think? You like it?” He says softly as he traces shapes on your hand. “Do I like it? It’s gorgeous! How did you know about this place?” You express with adoration. He pretends to be flustered, “Oh you know, I’ve got connections. And I like seeing how happy you get when I take you somewhere nice.”

The employee returns, placing a tray with a coffee pot, 2 mugs, and 2 small cakes on the table before leaving again. Johnny grabs the pot, pouring cups for the two of you. “I’m not allowed to have caffeine so, does hot chocolate sound good?” You nod, before laughing, “Why can’t you have caffeine?” He falters slightly but continues pouring. He coughs before talking, “Well…my daughter worries about me, so she asked me to watch my intake.” Your eyes widen slightly, surprised that it took him this long to mention it. “You have a daughter? Wow…what does she do?” He looks in your eyes, happy that you’re not weirded out. “Well, she works with the Special Forces, she’s a commander. You would like her, she’s funny.” You take a sip from your mug, almost burning your tongue, but quickly end up giggling. “Funny like you, or actually funny?” He snorts, leaning back in his chair, “Those are the same thing, you know.”

You’re glad you’ve lightened the mood, but you worry a little. What if this relationship continues, and she thinks you’re weird? But you forget them the second Johnny meets your eyes again, warm and full of compassion. Everything is good right now. No need for stress. Johnny picks up a fork and grabs a piece of the cake in front of you. He leans closer to you and leads it to your mouth. You take the bite, melting at the taste. You mumble out around the food, “Holy shit. That’s so good.” He lights up even more, taking a bite for himself. He does the exact same, covering his mouth as he speaks through it, “That’s really fucking good.” You both laugh, happy just to be here and experiencing it. You both end up taking your time, enjoying the company, and eating more delicious cake. When you finally leave, walking out onto the sidewalk, you half-brace yourself for another dragging. But he walks slower this time, admiring the shops you pass and staring at you. Until he suddenly stops, leading you down a park path, large trees shading your path.

“It’s nice here,” he finally breaks the silence between you two. You pause for a deep breath before speaking, “Yeah, it is nice. I’m glad I’m here with you.” He squeezes your hand quickly, admiring you with genuine eyes. “You’re so nice, you know that? I’m always so happy with you. I like spending all this time with you.” You wrap your arm around him, leaning into him. He stops walking, looks at you, and gently kisses you. As the wind blows behind you, you lean into him, his warmth and stability and kindness draw you in further. He leans back, looking at you again as you speak, “You’ve been looking at me a lot today. Do I look especially good?” He leans back in, resting his head against yours, “You always look good.” Shivers travel up your spine as his fingers dance along your back. You feel him back up, steering you back along the pathway. “You wanna see a movie? I heard they were showing classics at the local theater.” You nod, walking along with him, trying to shake off how flustered he made you.

You reach the theater, which is across the street from the end of the park, and Johnny orders two tickets to a movie called “Ninja Mime” which sounds familiar. You walk inside and see the poster for it directly inside the door. You smack his arm lightly, whispering to him, “You bought us tickets to see your movie??” He grins, “I’m sorry, I thought you wanted to see a classic.” You both make your way into the screening room, completely empty as the final trailer rolls. You sit next to him, lifting the arm rest between you so you can get closer. He pulls you in close, whispering again, “You better behave. I don’t take kindly to talking during the movie.” You nod, but he’s put an idea in your head. The lights dim, and the movie starts, watching as a younger Johnny leaps around the screen silently in mime makeup. He’s fully invested in his own performance, serious face on display. You do a final check of the theater, fully empty besides you two.

You slide out of your chair slowly, avoiding his eyeline. You crawl slowly between his legs, finally getting his attention. He looks slightly confused like he really didn’t notice that you moved. Your hand gently rubs along his inner thigh, which causes him to jump slightly. He looks more eager now, no longer confused. He slightly shifts his hips so you have a better angle, and you unzip his pants slowly. He’s not quite hard yet, gently removing him and starting to stroke him slowly. He moves back and forth, already feeling the effect of your touch. Maybe since you were in public, but you’ve forgotten to care, leaning forward to slowly lick from base to tip, intense eye contact before sinking down. He jumps again, hand clutching the arm tight. You slowly bob your head, trying to keep eye contact and swirling your tongue against the sensitive underside. He bites his hand, a whine lightly slipping out. It only eggs you on more, speeding up slightly to watch him squirm more.

Suddenly, he grabbed your head and held you down against him. You hear a door creak and a few footsteps before they suddenly stop. You breathe through your nose as quietly as you can, looking up to see Johnny, face completely blank. It was impressive honestly. Suddenly, the steps return, getting quieter as you hear the door creak again. Johnny lets go, breathing out a sigh of relief. You sit up slightly, sputtering and coughing. He leans down, grabbing your chin lightly. “God, you’re so hot.” He sits back up, leading your head back down. You eagerly accept, going back down again, moving a lot faster than before. His whimpers could be heard lightly echoing throughout the theater as his grasp on you tightened. You can tell he’s close, the situation has made him more sensitive. You were right, as he holds you back down again, this time hunching over you with a heady moan as he cums right there. You swallow it down, continuing to move your tongue. He starts twitching, still too sensitive. You finally pull away, as he leans back with a tired look on his face. You sit back down next to him and lean into his side. After a few seconds, you whisper out, “So what did I miss?” He snort-laughs as he sits back up, looking at you, “All the best parts.” You kiss him lightly, which he gladly accepts. As you pull away, you whisper a final time. “So, are you gonna leave your dick out the whole movie, or?”

[v4mpirezz]

𐙚 Her precious diamond (yandere! Tennant)

A/n — This has been sitting on my docs for a very long time (╥﹏╥) I’ve heard a lot about people wanting a Yandere! Tennant, and although i’m not much of a writer (I really only write when it comes to school assignments) I wanted to give it a try since it’s been on my mind lately. I also watched hella a lot of tutorials to make aesthetically pleasant banners and i’m proud ngl, ANYWAY IM DONE WITH MY RAMBLING, ENJOY!

Warnings — Obsessive behavior , stalking, manipulation, character might be too ooc, suggestive(?), NOT PROOF READ‼️‼️‼️

PART 2

“Why hello, fair lady. What is such beauty like you doing here all alone?”  A deep voice, belonging to a woman suddenly spoke causing you to get a bit startled. 

Light footsteps could be heard heading towards you. Turning around you were met with a rather… charming woman. Unlike most ladies, she wore an elegant zoot suit, and a large hat with a pretty accessory added to it. She was undeniably attractive, she looked more like a gentleman than the actual ones inside the party, a bit amusing. You could easily sense this flirty, playful aura from her, you almost couldn’t help but feel attracted to her.

“Too many people inside. Today’s night is beautiful anyway, being alone enjoying the sight of the shining stars is far more peaceful and enjoyable than being in that silly party, oh trust me it is.” You simply said with a small smile before looking back at the sky.

Truthfully, the only reason why you attended this party was because a friend of yours begged you to. Such unnecessary gatherings didn’t interest you, they were simply a lot of money talk and bragging, or gossiping. However by the looks of it, it seems your friend is far too busy talking to other people to really notice your latest absence. 

She chuckled and stood next to you, leaning against the balcony to watch the stars from afar “Oh worry not my lady, I couldn’t agree any more with you… Aren’t the stars so pretty tonight? They look like diamonds in the sky all shattered in pieces.” She commented.

You hummed in agreement and looked at her with a look of curiosity. “Well then, what about you? Why aren’t you enjoying the party with the rest?” 

The mysterious woman let out a sigh and shook her head, “There is simply nothing interesting in the party. You however, managed to catch my attention with your beauty, my lady~” She said with a smirk, slightly getting closer to you. 

“Oh!” You exclaimed and looked away, a dust of blush was visible on your cheeks, it only made the woman beside you smirk even more. 

Suddenly, you felt a hand gently grab your chin, and turn your head to make you look back at her again. Her thumb brushed against your bottom lip as she leaned awfully close to your face. 

“Whatever do you think you’re doin—” “Hush my lady, let us enjoy this moment, I know you wish to give into this desire as well, I can see it in those pretty eyes of yours.” She cuts you off. You were oh so close falling into the charming woman’s trap, it was no lie, part of you did want this. What woman wouldn’t fall for such charms? But the other side of you snapped you back to reality, do you really wish to risk ending with a broken heart?

You knew the many heartbroken souls that were left by someone they could only describe as a the “perfect man or woman” after a one moment that only seems to be from a fairytale. You don’t want to end up like them, oh not at all.

With a scoff you gently pushed her away and straightened your skirt. “I apologize but if you think I am one to be fooled with charming words and flirtatious gestures, you are terribly wrong. Now if you excuse me, I will take my leave.” And with that you left the scenario leaving the woman in utter surprise. Not once have her tricks on other women failed, so how come they fail on you? 

All these questions raced through her head as she watched you get inside the party. You really are rather strange…

She looked down from the balcony seeing as you were already outside heading home all alone; that’s when she figured she wanted to know more about you. Oh how interesting this has gotten. 

A few days passed, the days were normal, or well.. almost normal. Recently you’ve felt watched, yet every time you turned your head around you were met with nothing. You started to think it was just your imagination, however; part of you was still feeling uneasy.

You decided to go on a shopping spree, try to take your mind off the unsettling feeling and look for anything you might like. A jewelry shop managed to catch your attention, well; specifically the necklace put on display. It was very beautiful, and just perfect.

You entered the shop hoping to be able to purchase the necklace you saw on display. Walking up to the gentleman who worked around the shop, you asked about the necklace.

“Ah hello! I was wondering if there are any necklaces like the one over left.” You said pointing at the necklace from earlier. The man smiled, “You have a really good eye for jewelry, my lady.” He said and took a box revealing a copy of the necklace “This beauty will surely compliment your eyes and make them shine, it’s a perfect match for you.” 

“It is indeed.” An oh so familiar voice took part in the scenario. You turned around and saw a face you thought you’d never see again, it was the mysterious woman from the party. 

Before you could let out a word she immediately spoke up, “I’d like to purchase the necklace for the fair lady, how much will it be?” She asked and quickly threw a wink at you. You were taken back, just what was she planning!? 

“It’ll be £547.31, miss.”  𐙚

“You didn’t have to.” You said once both of you exited the jewelry shop. The mysterious woman chuckled and smirks, “I know, but I wanted to. After all, what kind of gentleman— or in my case; gentlewoman -- wouldn't buy the lady a necklace that compliments her?” 

No words left your lips, but your rosy cheeks were visible; she took note of that.

“Thank you… I suppose.” Was all you said before walking away, however her hand stopped you by gently grabbing your shoulder. “Please, my lady, allow me to take you out for dinner. After all, who knows when we’ll get to see each other again.” 

You turned around to look at her and shook your head. “It’s alright, you did enough with buying me the necklace, thank you.” You said, but she pouted— a look that… didn’t exactly fit her. “Oh but I insist. Just this once my lady, I’ll take you to a fancy restaurant. I'm sure you’ll love it.” 

The offer was too good, as much as you wanted to decline her offer; you couldn’t. Maybe… it won’t be a bad idea to get to know this woman better.

The restaurant being fancy was no lie the woman made. It was luxurious, fancy, romantic. Perfectly cut out fresh red roses placed on the middle of the round table, and a candlelight. The table was placed next to the window giving it a beautiful scene from outside.

“Take a seat my lady.” She said and pushed back the chair for you to sit on. You thanked her and sat down, then she sat on her own seat. 

The atmosphere was awkward— for you at least. You weren’t sure what to talk about, you didn’t even dare look at the woman before you due to shyness. No one, especially a charming woman, has ever taken you out for dinner.” 

You heard her sigh “How rude of me, I never asked for  your name, angel. Mind telling me?”

Angel… Angel… oh this woman is doing something to you. You could feel your cheeks heating up and you quickly cleared your throat. 

“It’s (Y/n) (L/n)… And yours?” “(Y/n)..” The way she said your name made you heart skip a beat. Gosh you hate her so much.. 

“A pretty name for a pretty face like you. You can call me Tennant, my dear.” That of course wasn’t her actual or entirely her real name, but your pretty little head doesn’t need to know that.

The date went along well, you two had a simple conversation, asking questions to get to know each other better. Although you felt like half her answers were lies, you wouldn’t dare ask because you knew you’d never get an honest answer from her.

Despite that, you were surprised of how much you actually enjoyed talking to her. But you knew you couldn’t fall for her, not now. You know what type of person she is— or might be; and you feel upset about it.

You knew this date meant nothing to her.

The rest of the night continued on smoothly, until it was time to leave. “Allow me to walk you home.” You shook your head “You don’t have to-“ “Oh but I insist.” She smiled, “After all, it’s dangerous for a lady to walk alone when it’s dark outside. Please, my lady; allow me to walk you home safely.”

You sigh “If you insist, alright.” And with that you headed home with her following besides you.

The walk home was silent. No words were exchanged, it wasn’t awkward either just peaceful.

You took a full stop once you reached your destination. Tennant smiled at you and gently grabbed your hand to give it a soft kiss. “I suppose our day ends here my lady. It was a pleasure having dinner with you, I hope to take you out some other day if we ever do encounter again.”

Looking at her with soft eyes, you spoke “It was a lovely spending some time with you, Tennant.” Suddenly she got closer to you, “Perhaps I should invite you to my place some day.” She smirked.

Your breath hitched from how close she was to your face and quickly turned the other way “Goodbye.” Was all you said before getting inside your house.

Once you were inside you quickly let out air you didn’t know you were holding inside.

Throughout the rest of the night you kept thinking about her. Tennant didn’t leave your mind for one second, you don’t know how much you can hold it in.

And then you felt. Again.

You felt the eyes on you.

You looked around.

Nothing.

With a sigh you got up from the tub and dried yourself up. It’s just your imagination. Was all you thought as you put on your nightgown.

But was it really?

You shook your head and headed to bed. You’re in the comfort of your house, there is no one here, it’s just you.

And without anymore thoughts you closed your eyes, ready to fall into a peaceful slumber, completely unaware of the dark figure watching your sleeping form from the window.

No more signs of Tennant, but someone else. Strangely enough you’ve been receiving letters and roses from a stranger, every letter written for you was signed from someone named “Ada”. Who the hell is Ada!?

You’d think it was all a mistake, but if that was the case then why does every letter have your name and last name on it?

Could it be- no… It would never be Tennant. If it was her signature would’ve been there… Right?

At first the letters were filled with sweet words of admiration. But as the weeks passed each letter got creepier. From the person saying how they have seen you on the store and followed you around, to telling you about how beautiful you look when you are sleeping.

Your blood ran cold. Fear written on your face as you stared at the letter before you.

Dear (Y/n) (L/n),

My sweet, last night I couldn’t help but look at you sleep from the window— not that it’s the first time I’ve watched you in secret, I actually do it plenty of times.

Each night you look beautiful, sleeping peacefully, all vulnerable and sweet, so angelic.

Oh how I wish to hold you while you sleep in my arms, and I know it will happen soon. I’ll have you for myself, you’ll be my perfect lady, my precious diamond.

Talking about diamonds, did you open your little gift? I got you a diamond, one I made myself. I made sure it wad perfect for you, just look at how it sparkles, pretty elegant isn’t it? Perhaps I should turn that diamond into a diamond ring instead~?

— With love, Ada.

You quickly grabbed the small box and opened it, there it was, a beauty of a diamond. You sat down on the couch and stared at it. What are you going to do? There is a psychopath whose stalking you even in the property of your home.

You’re not safe in here.

Should you report to the police?

Quickly you stood up, grabbed your purse, a coat, keys, and left. You weren’t safe in your own home, being in the public where other people are at is a safer option. Being alone right not isn’t ideal.

𐙚

At least it was day and everyone was active, you made sure to go where there many people around whilst making your way to seek help. Everything was going according to plan, until you felt a hand grab your shoulder, you jumped in surprise and turned around.

Tennant.

You quickly backed away from her showing fear. She looked at you confused and concerned. “My lady? My you look pale as a ghost. Is everything alright?” She seemed genuinely confused.

Maybe it’s not her?

“U-um.. I’m being stalked by someone, Tennant i’m not even safe in my own home.” You stuttered, nearly crying from the stress and fear.

Tennant’s eyes widened and she gently hugged you. “Oh don’t be scared, have you told the authorities?” She asked. You shook your head “N-no but I was heading there to report the problem.” You replied.

She pulled away and gave you a reassuring smile, “Fear not angel, I promise things will be sorted out. How about we go t a café first hm? Then we can go to the police station and report the problem together. You need to calm down first, what do you say?”

As much as you wanted to right away report the problem, it was true you needed to calm down first. All this is making you anxious you can’t exactly think straight, so you agreed.

“Perfect, I know the right place. Here, grab my hand, I don’t want you to get lost, especially with that stalker of yours out on the loose.” She said.

You said nothing and grabbed her hand, so deep in thought about your current situation. Yet, being with Tennant, you felt protected.

Looking down so many thoughts raced through your head; what if the police never catch that creep? What if they never leave me at peace? Gosh why did it have to be me? … Wait…

All this time I’ve felt watched… Could it be that.. They have been stalking me way before sending me those letters and gifts-

“You know, I feel bad for you my lady… I feel bad because, you trust me and I am about to crush that trust.” You heard Tennant say.

You snapped back to reality and looked around, you were now… in a rather empty area of the town. You quickly looked at her, she had a very serious expression on her face.

“Tennant? Where are we?” You asked nervously.

You were too deep in thought that you didn’t notice where she was heading.

“The café was all the way over there—” “We aren’t going there.” She said.

“Wha..” you tried to back away from her but she didn’t let go of your hand. “Tennant what are you doing? You’re scaring me.” Your stomach twisted with fear.

She stopped her tracks and looked at you with a dark smile, “Oh you sweet thing. Did you really think I was being serious? Ah and tell me, did you like that diamond I made for you?”

You gasped as your eyes widened. You shook your head slowly, and tried to break free from her grip. “It was you!? Let go of me you damn creep!” You yelled.

Quickly she pulled you into an embrace and covered your mouth with a cloth, “Calm down my lady, it’s all going to be alright. I have you now.”

You started to feel weak, your vision started to become black…. Drugs. She put drugs on that cloth.

“There you go, good girl~.”

𐙚

Your eyes shot wide open and let groan. Your head hurts, for how long were you unconscious?

You looked around, you were in a lovely bedroom, laying on a rather comfortable bed. That’s until you realized your hands and feet were tied against the bed; a shot of panic ran through you.

“Ah, you’re awake I see, how lovely. I brought you some water, I figured you’d be thirsty once you wake up from your little slumber.” A voice said along with a chuckle.

You quickly looked at the smirking woman who leaned against the door.

“You.. you damn creep! What did you do to me!?”

“Do to you? Oh my lady, I may have drugged you a bit but I would never take advantage of a lady in such a state, that wouldn’t be very appropriate and quite disgusting, I did nothing to you.” She said with an offended tone.

You glared daggers at her “Oh don’t act so innocent now, do I have to remind you of what you’ve done!? You’re the creep who stalked me and manipulated me! What’s wrong with you!?” You cried.

She frowned and placed the glass of water on the nightstand. Tennant slowly walked towards you, how unfortunate that you couldn’t move away from her due to the restraints.

Tennant climbed into the bed and grabbed your chin a bit roughly. “Listen here. I never said I was innocent, I can tell you don’t quite like me after all this but oh, you’ll learn how to.” She smirked again and leaned her face closer to yours “I know it won’t take long for you to accept your new life though. As much as you pull me away, I know you’re just like every other women I encounter. Or are you going to deny the fact that those cheeks of yours turn red whenever I compliment you or kiss your hand, hm?”

You stayed silent.

Tennant hummed “You know, I’ve always wondered what those pretty lips of yours taste like,” she whispered into your ear “And I suppose I’ll get to find out today right now.”

Before you could react you felt her soft lips against yours. The kiss was passionate, and slow, but soon it turned desperate. Your mind was too foggy, you didn’t know what to do but to kiss back.

And you hated every last second of it, because you were actually enjoying it.

What is wrong with you? After what she did, and yet you don’t even hold back. You’re ashamed, but you’ve been desiring for this to happen some day.

“You don’t understand what you do to me, my lady.” Tennant said in between kisses, “At first.. you were simply a target.. never thought I’d be obsessing over you.”

She suddenly started moving down, kissing your neck and attacking it making you release a small moan.

“My, what a beautiful noise~” she teased and started leaving love marks on your neck.

“Oh (Y/n), how much I longed to feel you this close to me, ever since you caught my interest I knew I had to claim you as mine, my precious diamond. You play hard to get but I know you desire this as well. In a way, you are different from the other women I’ve encountered., you actually kept this interesting by playing your little game”

All those days Ada spent watching you from afar just imagining of the many things she wants to do with you are now becoming a reality.

You knew you couldn’t escape.

You were hopeless.

Stuck with her.

All you can do is take whatever she gives you like a good girl.

You’re her precious diamond after all, no?

A/n: GRRR, SHOULD I MAKE A SECOND PART??? BUT LIKE.. NSFW STRAIGHT UP????

[cevansbaby-dove]

Keep on Ramblin part 2

Jensen Ackles X Bestfriend!Reader

Warnings:Smut! Dirty talk, cheating. DomJensen (cus im a slut for that man being a dom)

Wondering what is going to happen between you and jensen after that kiss? Keep reading to find out.

Jensen told Danneel he was going out with some friends but he was really going to see you.

You were in the hotel getting dressed in this dress.

You hear a knock on the door. You bite your lip. "come In Jens" he walks in looking behind himself making sure he wasn't followed. "hey-" he looks at you and says. "Shit Y/N trying to kill me?"

You smile at him. "sorry too much?" he walks to you with a grin. "It's perfect, your perfect"

He places a soft kiss on your lips. "hmm" You pull away with a smile. "i shouldn't be jealous of dee but i am"

He smiles and sits on the bed looking up at you and he pulls you into his lap kissing your neck."Why are you jealous?"

You smile. "i said i shouldn't be but...god that feels good, i don't want hmm this friendship Jens"

He runs his hands down your body. "oh is that so?" You bite your lips. "Jens wait" You stand up and turn and look at him and then You sit on his lap facing him, i give him soft pecks on his neck.

"Fuck me till I can't feel my legs." you whimpered quietly inside his ear. "Please, daddy." You kissed his neck slowly before biting his earlobe, soft moans hummed inside your chest.

His lips softly pressed against yours once more, and Your fingers ran through his hair.

You tilted your head giving him more access to your lips, his finger dug inside your thigh causing you to whimper against his soft lips.

"jens please fuck me" You begged against his lips.

"As you wish Y/N but i have to ask-" You cut him off. "Yes I'm on the pill."

He went to his knees while unzipping his jeans, and pulling down his boxers.

You wiggled out of your dress and then you un-clip your bra then slips your panties off, you tossed them over your head not caring where they landed.

You sit up and pulled him back down by the back of his neck, his bare chest rubbed against mine.

Your lips started attacking each other again, his cock rub against Your clit causing your mouth to fall open.

he suddenly flips you on your stomach while fixing your ass and forcing your head against the blanket while your ass was up in the air. His cock slammed inside of you causing you to choke on air, your mouth was wide open.

He slowly pulled out and thrust even harder inside you, your hands gripped the blanket beneath you very hard.

His hips started slamming against my ass roughly, he was thrusting in deep and fast. Whimpers were escaping your mouth.

His hand grabbed a handful of your hair yanking it softly, your body lifted off the blanket as your neck fell back against his chest, and your legs were spread open. I moan as his thrusts became even deeper.

"fuck feels...goooddd" You said as he kissed your neck.

"You're going to take every last bit, darling." He said in my ear.

It felt so good, too good. This man knows how to work his body, and how to hit the most satisfying areas of the female body.

You could feel Yourself tightening around him, he forced your chest back down against the blanket before thrusting hard inside you one last time.

A moan ripped from your lips loudly as a groan rumbled from his chest, my legs started shaking like crazy around him.

Your chest was heaving up and down, and so was his chest. He released your hair with his cock still inside you, his lips leaned down, and kissed the back of your head before softly tucking your hair out of your face.

"was i too rough on you?" You pressed your lips against his shutting his worries out.

He kissed you back gently, before pulling away and grabbing two folded blankets and making sure to wrap one around your body.

You gripped onto the blanket and watched as he wrapped one around his waist, he was gorgeous, everything about him was gorgeous.

You watch him clean up and he says. "so i told dee i was going to be out with some friends...maybe i should stay here tonight"

You pick your dress and bra and underwear up and say. "sure if she won't question you"

Jensen smiles. 'She knows better than to do that" he kisses you and you smile. "I'm going to go change"

You take out this pj set and change into it.

You fix the bed and slip under the covers and wait for Jensen to come back. You pull up your texts and see one from his wife SHIT!

Dee-hey Y/N how are ya?

Jensen walks out in just his boxers. "What's up baby?" You show the message and he says. "Let me text her" he kisses you and grabs his phone.

Jensen-hey hon i'll be staying at Steve's place tonight i'll see you in the afternoon i have a busy morning love you.

Dee-Alright honey have a good night i love you too! 😚

Jensen sets his phone down and gets under the covers putting his arms around you. "You ok?"

You nod. "yea sorry i guess i'm worried about Dee finding out about..US"

He smiles. "don't worry, she won't"

part 3 coming soon.

A/n will Danneel find out about you and jensen? will it be leading to a divorce? hmmm....I wonder...😏

Tags:@alternativeprincess94 @jackles010378 @k-slla @cutedisneygrl

[toxic3mmy]

prompt: alex comes home drunk and confesses his love for you

no warnings! just fluff <3

[sorry abt it being so short! just wanted to write a quick drabble]

you were sitting on your bed late on a friday night. it was around 2 am when you suddenly heard a loud crash coming from your living room. you jump up and creep towards the front door with a bat in your hand. your body shook slightly as you walked closer to the door. a dark figure was on the floor laughing. you realized you knew this laugh like no other. it was your idiot roommate alex.

“alex? are you okay?” you ask as you put the bat down and flick on the lights

alex didn’t answer you with his words and instead he responds with uncontrollably loud laughter and at the sound of it, you couldn’t help but smile.

“where have you been, idiot?” you rolled your eyes teasingly as alex finally answered you with coherent sentences

“i was out with the guys… just drinking and stuff ya knowww no biggie”

you steadied his wobbly body as you replied,

“i can tell you’ve been drinking… how much exactly did you drink ‘lex?” you ask a bit worried as alex was falling asleep while standing right in front of you

“i love it when you call me lex *hiccup* it’s so cute y/n/n”

your face began to heat up and you swatted him in his arm playfully as you repeated your question

“how much did you drink?”

“well…. i stopped counting after *hiccup* six? or maybe seven? dunno…”

your eyes widened at his response, realizing that not only was alex piss drunk, but he definitely is going to deal with a terrible hangover the next day.

“okay, c’mon borrachito… let’s get you to bed okay?”

you laugh softly as you carefully lead him up the stairs of your shared home. halfway up the stairs, alex stops in his tracks and looks at you.

“you smell really good… like soooo good”

you roll your eyes again at his drunken words and simply continue to take him to his bedroom. you open the door and lead him into his bed. you bring some water and a few aspirin for him to take when he wakes up and you hear alex mumble something as his eyes were closed.

“hm? what did you say ’lex?”

“i said… can i tell you a secret?”

i laughed at his small almost childish voice and nod before saying,

“yes, im listening”

“but… promise me that you won’t tell y/n, okay? let’s keep it between me and you”

you gulped as you didn’t know how to respond. what if he said something really deep and personal that was meant to be said when he was aware and sober? would he be angry at you? but what if it’s just some dumb secret that isn’t really a secret? it most likely was the latter, given that alex had a history with making jokes at all times no matter if it was inappropriate or not.

“okay… i wont tell y/n”

“PINKY SWEAR!!!” he sleepily held out his pinky and you hooked your pinky to his.

“okay… i really really like y/n… and i think im going to marry her one day, do you think she’ll say yes?”

you froze a bit after hearing what he just said. you continue to tuck him in silently before asking,

“why do you think you’re going to marry her someday?”

“because i love her. she’s my best friend and my other *hiccup* half” alex smiled with his eyes closed

you felt your heartbeat from head to toe. did he really mean this? maybe he was just talking out of his ass, being so drunk and all.

“okay mister romantic, it’s time for you to get some rest ‘kay?” you slowly get up and begin walking towards the door but alex tugged on your sleeve

“stay, please? i wanna cuddle my wife” he mumbled

“okay ‘lex, im here. i’ll stay, but only to make sure you don’t drunkenly choke in your sleep” you chuckle lightly

you take off your shoes and slide into bed next to him. you draped an arm over him and played with his soft hair, watching him smile as he had his eyes shut

“goodnight corazóncito mio” he cooed as he got comfortable and fell asleep rather quickly

“night alex” you whispered

you definitely were having a talk about this with alex tomorrow.

[inf3ct3dd]

003. LOVING IS EASY

warnings: none! :)

authors note: and so it begins 🤭

previous chapter. next chapter. masterlist.

BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ.

you rub your eyes with the back of your hand, begrudgingly sitting up from your bed. you shut off your alarm, and you see a notification pop up on your screen.

you grin at your phone, opening the message to reply.

your heart suddenly stops for a second when you see her reply. ‘my girl’? you didn’t expect her to keep up the charade when it was just you two. she’s just committed to the bit, right?

right?

you look up at yourself in the mirror, and you want to wipe the smile off your face.

snap out of it baker. fake girlfriend. fake. shes just being convincing, right?

you take a deep breath and start getting ready, trying to distract yourself.

you move a lot faster than usual, suddenly gaining a passion for academics. you rush kitty from outside her door, impatiently leaning on the frame.

“since when do you want to go to school?” kitty slightly yells from her vanity. she grabs her things, opening the door to reveal an unusually happy you.

you look down at the helmet in her hands, and snatch it from her.

“hey! you almost ran a girl over yesterday, i do not trust you enough to leave lucy.”

you roll your eyes at her, holding the helmet out of her reach as she tries to grab it from you.

“you named the helmet?”

“she’s very important to me.”

she finally stops trying, and stares at you with a pout and furrowed brows.

“you don’t need her, im not driving today.”

“is dad driving us?” she questions, before you throw the helmet back into her room and start walking towards the staircase.

“nope.” you answer, practically sprinting downstairs.

“well who is?” she asks, quickly approaching behind you.

“a friend.”

you both hug your dad goodbye, and quickly grab your lunch from the fridge.

“last time you said ‘a friend’ was driving us, mina almost killed us.” kitty retorts as you walk to the door.

you and your best friend have a LOT in common!!!

“its not mina.” you reply simply.

you open your door to a white jeep in the driveway, abby sitting in the drivers seat, tapping the steering wheel.

kitties eyes widen, yours do too, before she looked back at you.

“oh?” she mumbles.

“you wanna stand here all day?” you say, a smug grin on your face. kitty shakes her head no and starts walking over to the car, and abby notices the two of you and unlocks the door, smiling at you before swinging the passenger side open for you.

how chivalrous :)

“morning abs!” you said, a chipper tone in your voice.

“morning r.” she replies, turning to face you.

you hear the slam of the back door, and kitty shuffles into the car.

you look around the interior, nose filled with the scent of a pine air freshener hanging on the rear view mirror and- a hint of lavender? all you knew was that it smelled good. clean. and the scent matched the rest of the car, which looked almost brand new.

“hi kitty.” abby says, turning around.

kitty gives abby a once over before saying hi back, a slightly questioning look on her face.

“since when are you friends with r?” kitty asks, eyebrows furrowed.

abby lets out a small chuckle before replying.

“a few weeks. why?”

“no reason… just haven’t heard much about you.”

abby turns back around, facing you.

“wowwww, am i not worth talking about?” abby questions, putting a dramatic hand on her chest.

“yup. im just ashamed, you’re so awful.” you tease, grinning at her.

you both giggle, staring back at each other.

“i knew there was something gay going on here.” kitty states accusingly , staring at the two of you with a quirked eyebrow.

you and abby burst into laughter, kitty following quickly after.

“wow kitty, you should be a detective.” abby says sarcastically.

yeah, she can specialize in fraud.

“so you guys are like, dating?” kitty asks.

“yeah, we’re ‘like’ dating.” abby answers. it practically rolls off her tounge, like a reflex.

she’s a good actor.

kitty hums in approval , leaning back into her seat.

your eyes unintentionally move to abbys hand, and you see her grab a drink from the drink-holder-thingy.

“here, got you something.” abby turns around , handing kitty the drink and a straw.

kitty’s eyes light up, smiling as she accepts the drink.

“holy shit, thank you!” she beams, taking a sip.

“don’t mention it. trying to make a good first impression.” abby grins at her before turning back around.

“well, im definitely impressed.”

and i am too.

abby lets out a small chuckle, reaching for your drink and handing it to you.

a venti?? damn!

you thank her, a wide smile on your face as you take a sip.

“like i said, anything for my girl.”

hearing her say it out loud makes it ten times worse. ‘it’ being the sudden rush of nervousness and the annoying churn in your stomach. and with how close she was, you swore she could hear your heart pounding in your chest.

fake girlfriend. fake.

you smile at her, not being able to form a response, and she starts driving.

you never realized how happy that grimacing stare on ellies face made you.

the curse of ellie being in almost all of your classes quickly turned into a blessing when you realized abby was there too.

well, a blessing for you.

ellie kept her eyes glued to you all day, same way she did yesterday, but this time something was clouding her view. abby.

every time she looked over at you, there she was.

passing notes to each other, laughing at each others jokes, giving each other random glances during class, ellies grip on her pencil seemed to get tighter and tighter by the second.

so much so that she broke the tip multiple times from pressing too hard. and every time she got up to sharpen it, she got an even more up close view of why it broke in the first place.

and at one point, she almost threw the fucking sharpener.

“uhm miss, i didn’t get a passage.” you chimed from your desk, holding your hand in the air.

“hey, we can sha-“

“i dont have any other copies, just share with abby.” ellie was cut off by ms. scotti, ruining her poor attempts at trying to be near you.

you looked behind you and your eyes immediately met abbys, smiling back at you. you moved your chair from your single desk to abbys, taking a pen with you. you hadn’t realized how close the two of you were until you sat down , feeling her leg against yours.

real smooth.

abby handed you the paper and you decided to take turns reading it, and you chose to go first. you started reading the paragraph out loud, and you couldn’t help but feel abbys eyes settle on you. specifically, on a place that seemed all-too-close to your lips. you tried to shrug it off, finishing the paragraph with a few mess-ups.

calm down.

instead of abby continuing, she reached her hand towards your face.

“huh?“

in one swift motion, abby runs her thumb against the area right under your bottom lip, wiping off some lipgloss that got on your face.

you felt your face heat up at the sudden contact, and you prayed abby couldn’t feel it.

“you had a little somethin’ there.” she explains, smiling at you and wiping her thumb on her cargos.

lunch was….a lot more fun than yesterday!!!

trading your depressing, lonely, wet courtyard bench for some time with your fake-girlfriend was…much needed.

you walked with abby out of your last class before lunch, stepping shoulder-to-shoulder down the hallway till you reached the cafeteria. when you finally reached the two big green doors, you heard the sea of people inside. you reached for the door, only to be beat by abby, reaching over you to push it open.

“ladies first.” she jokes, holding the door open for you.

you giggle at her, turning around as she walked up to you and let the door come to a close.

you were used to being invisible. well, thats a bit dramatic, you were used to being ‘less known’.

you were only really known for being ‘ellies girlfriend’ not having any crazy identifying factors. you mostly kept to yourself, and mina, of course.

but now, people were looking at you, talking about you.

“who is that?”

“isn’t that ellies girlfriend?”

“since when do they know each other?”

you brushed off the sudden feeling of attention, focusing back on the blonde next to you.

“is she new or something?”

okay, ouch.

you however, couldn’t brush off the feeling of abbys hand slipping into your back pocket, thumb hanging out of it. her warm hand was legit on your asscheek, moving slightly as the two of you walked.

you did this to yourself. why did i put this in the contract ???

you tried to ignore the sudden rise in your body temperature, and you tried your best to not melt right there.

be casual. be cool. its just….part of the plan.

and, without warning, you feel abby stop in her tracks, and use your back pocket to spin you, making you face her. you slightly gasped, resting your hands on your chest to steady yourself.

“abby, what are you doing?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper. she could definitely hear you though, considering how close the two of you were.

“this-“ abby reached into her back pocket, pulling something out. “is for you.”

you look down at her hand, holding a folded up note with your name and a heart on the front.

you grab it from her, grinning up at her.

“you remembered.”

“i remembered.” abby chimes back, smiling down at you.

you open the note, revealing abbys handwriting in pink pen.

“can’t keep my eyes off of you.”

your lips curl into a toothy smile, looking up at abby again.

“you’re so sweet.” you chime, smiling at her.

she smiles back at you, moving a stray curl behind your ear.

and within a millisecond, you feel abby lean in towards it.

“good job.” she whispers hand now resting on your shoulder.

your breath hitches in your chest, feeling her breath against your neck. she moves away and starts walking again, so casually, like shes done that a million times before.

its weird, and somewhat off-putting to be congratulated on doing nothing more than accepting a note, and having an ass pocket for someone to stick their hand into.

but, i guess thats where my life has taken me.

you slightly look around the cafeteria, ignoring the lingering eyes on you, and looking back at the table you two had stopped in front of.

and low and behold, there was nora. her eyes were searing, laced with obvious annoyance. her mouth was slightly open, and her brows were tightly knit together. her friends were looking at you too, but they looked significantly less pissed-off than nora.

to be fair, the two of you put on quite the show.

“r?”

abbys voice snaps you back into reality, staring down at you with a confused look.

“hm?” you hummed, looking up at her.

abbys lunch table was…surprisingly fun!

given the fact she’s rather well known, her table was much bigger than yours.

you saw a few familiar faces. some people from the lacrosse teams, a few people you had classes with, and a girl you went to elementary school with.

abby said her hello’s to the people at the round table, dapping-up a few people and simply saying hi to others.

“so, you’re not gonna introduce us?” a man abby greeted as ‘manny’ questioned, looking at you.

you quickly chimed in and introduced yourself, smiling and waving at the people sitting down.

“you know, you could’ve asked her yourself.” abby states, playfully rolling her eyes at him.

“my bad.” manny responds, arms up in defense.

“you guys just gonna stand up all lunch?” he questions.

you move to sit down, but quickly see theres only one seat left.

shit.

abby notices quickly after, and turns back to you.

“just sit, i can stand.” she offers, motioning towards the seat.

“are you sure?”

“positive.” she affirms.

you sit down on the seat, having to step up onto it when you realize it’s slightly raised off the ground, just enough for your feet to dangle slightly above the ground.

and for abby to move behind you and snake her arms around your waist.

you can somehow still feel her muscles through your hoodie, toned arms relaxed around your front. heat rises to your cheeks at the sudden contact, and you wonder why you don’t know how to get a grip.

you try to focus on the conversation abbys having with her friends, but you can’t seem to calm yourself down.

“blah blah blah lacrosse blah blah blah classes blah blah blah blah blah”

you occasionally smile and nod, letting out a laugh when everyone else does. trying to be cool about it.

trying to act like you can’t feel abby resting her chin on your head, messing with the fabric of your sweater, and making you feel queasy.

after a while, you can’t make yourself fake listen anymore, and you try to distract yourself by looking around the cafeteria. with limited mobility, you only really move your eyes, scanning the room with your limited view trying not to bother abby.

and as soon as you look to the left, you see that angry look you’ve grown to love.

ellie.

she’s staring at you, almost looking like she’s trying to explode you with her mind, and she’s completely disengaged from her friends conversation.

her eyes soften when they meet yours, offering a meek smile.

you look away, leaving ellie alone with her thoughts.

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[gigglz]

Peace and Quiet.

Lee!Peter Ler!Loki

(this is a tickle fic!! Purely fluff! NSFW don’t interact.)

Summary: Loki is trying to relax, but a little pesky teenager is bothering him with questions upon questions upon questions. God, someone make this kid shut up!

Author’s note: The fic is pretty short! Also this is my first fic in 6 months so im sorry if its not the best😭

Word count: 1.2k+

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It was a quiet evening. The Avengers were away on a mission, so Loki was left alone at the tower… or so he thought.

Loki was deep in the storyline of his current book of choice, relaxing peacefully on the couch as he read.

Suddenly, he heard the front door open as someone let themselves in.

Peter walked into the living room, where Loki was sitting. “Hey guys! I- oh…” He paused, looked around for a second, and then spoke again.

“Wheres.. uhm… wheres Mr.Stark?” Peter said nervously, clearing his throat.

Loki shrugged, not bothering to explain where the Avengers were.

“Okay well…” Peter stood there awkwardly for a few seconds before setting his backpack down near the entrance and walking over to the couch.

Peter plopped down, and Loki groaned silently.

Peter spoke “O-Oh i can move-“ “No, it’s fine.” Loki cut him off, a little irritated that his peace was disturbed.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, which Loki didn’t mind, but Peter, being Peter, couldn’t bare the silence.

“What’re you reading?” Peter turned to look at Loki.

“…A book.” Loki responded, lazily turning the page.

“Ah… nice… what book?” He asked more specifically.

Loki glanced at the cover “Lord of the Flies…” He went back to reading.

“Oh! Ive read that one!” Peter perked up.

Loki glanced at Peter. “…You have?”

“Yeah… a while ago.” Peter said enthusiastically.

“Hm.” Loki hummed and went back to reading.

Peter didn’t know what else to say, he was trying to make small talk, but that obviously didn’t work.

Peter spoke again, much to Lokis annoyance. “Can I ask you a question?” He blurted out.

Loki sighed, he thought maybe its just better to get this over with and then he can get back to his peace and quiet. “Go ahead.”

“Okay, cool. So… how… how is it like being here on earth and seeing all these stories about you?” Peter asked, he was genuinely interested.

Loki thought about it for a second. “…Its weird, but i am a god so i would expect no less.” Loki said, being his usual egoistical self.

“…Right.” Peter paused, and then asked again. “What were you thinking while trying to invade New York?”

Loki rolled his eyes. “I’ll let you know, that thats in the past. I’ve realized that being king of Earth would be pretty… underwhelming.”

Peter nodded, even thought he’s pretty sure Loki had just called ‘humans’ dumb he wasn’t going to press it. “Why are you still here? Why not go back to Asgard?”

Loki sighed, the kid was starting to get on his nerves. “I did go, but then i was imprisoned. So after that i decided to come here, lay low.”

Peter nodded again, feeling more relaxed around the ‘god’. “What are your powers?”

Loki turned another page, biting the inside of his cheek. Just a few more and then the kid will leave him alone. “I have many.”

“Like what?” Peter asked, resting his head on his hand and looking at Loki.

“…Illusions.” Loki was getting really irritated, he responded dryly.

“…And?” Peter leaned a little closer.

Loki sighed. “…shapeshifting.”

Peter looked at Loki like he was expecting something more. “Thats it?”

“No.” Loki answered.

Peter stared for a few seconds, waiting for Loki to say something more. “Then what else?”

Loki brought up his hand to rub his eyes. Why wont the kid shut up?? “Mind control.”

“Thats it?” Peter asks again.

Loki groans louder. “…no, thats not it.”

“What else?” Peter asks innocently, he really is just curious.

Loki keeps repeating the same two words in his head ‘don’t yell, don’t yell, don’t yell.’ “A lot more stuff.” Loki replies blandly.

Peter twists his head to the side “Like what?” He really wasn’t trying to annoy anyone, he just wanted to know.

Loki turns to look at the kid.

Peters curious expression turns to confusion. “…what?”

Loki murmurs something to himself. “…nothing.” He turns back to his.

“So…….. like mind control..?” Peter asks quietly.

Loki sighs. “I just said that.”

“Oh. Right….” Peter thinks for a second. “So.. teleportation?”

Loki closes his book, very annoyed. “Do you ever shut up??”

Peter is taken aback but the sudden outburst. “I- what..?”

Loki narrows his eyes. “You’re clearly disrupting me. Im trying to read. Don’t you know the others are on a mission? Why are you here???”

Peter scoots back a little. “I uh… i didn’t know..?”

Loki tries to calm down. “Go do something. I don’t know, go to Starks lab for gods sake!” He waves his hand dismissively.

“I would but uhh… its always locked.” Peter says, unaware of how annoyed Loki is.

Loki puts his head in his hands, reminding himself he isn’t allowed to hurt the boy.

Theres a moment of silence… before Peter breaks it. “…you want tea?”

Lokis eye twitches, thats it. “Im done. You’re done.” Loki grabs Peter’s ankle, and pulls him down flat on the couch.

Peter yelps. “W-waitwaitwait!!” Peter puts his hands in front of his face, to shield himself.

“Im not going to hurt you.” Loki says with an angry tone.

Peter removes his hands from in front of his face, a look of confusion plastered on it.

“Y’know Stark talks about you when he’s drunk. Its quite amusing, some valuable information he gives us.” Loki states, with and edge of amusement in his tone.

“W-what do you mean?” Peter asks nervously.

Loki groans at the question, enough with the questions. “This ought to calm you down.”

Before Peter can ask of what Loki means for the second time, he sees Lokis hands dart to his sides.

Peter yelps. “Wait! No! Hold on!”

“Shut up.” Loki starts squeezing Peter’s sides rapidly.

“Gahah! Wahait!” Peter squirms, trying to fight Lokis hands off.

“Don’t try and fight me.” As he sees the kid laughing he cant help but smirk to himself.

“Wai-no! Plehease! Im-nahaha!” As Peter tries to form words in between his laughter Loki chuckles.

“Oh now you decide to shut up?” Loki says teasingly.

Peter shakes his head, his cheeks becoming a warm shade of pink.

“No? Youre not going to shut up?” Loki hums, switching to tickle his stomach instead.

“AHAH! Thahats not what ihi meheheant!!” As Peter squirms wildly Loki has a harder time holding onto him.

“Tell me youre not going to bother me anymore, then ill let you go.” Loki says in a monotone voice, yet theres a slight smirk present on his face.

Peter nods, too busy laughing to actually say it.

“Nonono, say it. I want to hear it.” Loki doesnt let up, his hands moving even faster.

“I cahaHANT!!” Peter threw his head back from laughter.

“Thats too bad then.” Loki suddenly dipped his hands into Peters armpits.

Peter practically howled. “OKAY OKAY OKAY!! FUHUHUCK!!” Peter shook his head violently. “IM NOHOT- IM NOT GOING TO BOHOTHER YOHOHOUAHAHA!” Peters whole body shook from laughing so much.

Loki stopped after a few seconds, chuckling.

Peter gasped for air. “Man… ah…”

Loki picked his book back up, flipping a page, smirking. “Had enough?”

Peter nodded, getting up.

“Good. Now run along, or do you want to go for round two?” Loki looked up from his book, locking eyes with Peter.

“No! No. Im good. So good.” Peter quickly got up from the couch.

Loki nodded, going back to his book.

Peter quickly went to get his backpack and went upstairs. He was definitely not going to bother the trickster god again… or at least that's what Loki thought.

[lovemaiyo]

୨˚୧ PLAY ME LIKE A MOVIE THAT YOU'LL NEVER SEE ! 💿 jing yuan x gn!reader

⊹ in which : you get locked in a closet with the most popular guy in campus. ⋆ mai . lets not talk about how i needed 2 whole sentences to describe jing yuans eyes im hopelessly inlove like that

this was NOT the ideal situation. you, just a normal student, and JING FUCKING YUAN, the campus' heartthrob. locked. together. in a school closet. and on top of that, mr. popular was smiling his attractive little smile at you like it wasn't his fault that you were squashed against each other. the only witness of this scene being the broom in this little janitor's closet, and even it seemed to be looking at jing yuan with a dreamy, lovesick gaze. how did you even get into this situation?? jing yuan was running from his friend, blade, after tripping him on the stairs, looking back. you were just passing by the closet when jing yuan crashed into you, effectively slamming both of you in the closet. as soon as jing yuan turned to open the door, it was.. locked. and from outside, you and jing yuan heard a voice that sounded suspiciously like blade, saying 'ENJOY YOUR HONEYMOON, FUCKER.." and here you were. "so.. hey. what class are you in?" jing yuan grinned at you. his voice was deep and playful, and he had a habit of staring whoever he was talking to straight in the eyes. you glared at him and his stupidly gorgeous shimmering glistening glinting twinkling sparkling flashing flaring gleaming glowing glittering dancing beaming shining golden eyes.. "is that really the question you should be asking right now?" jing yuan shook his head. "there is never a place or time for love.." you stared at him. was this man for real? "oookay socrates, but your help in getting out of this closet would be appreciated any day now.." jing yuan snorted and then said. "you're funny, i like you." "i liked you better when we weren't stuck in a closet together.." he laughed. jing yuan had a nice laugh. it was pretty. he was pretty.. wait. am i really calling the guy who caused us to be locked and miss all of lunch.. pretty? yeah, he's pretty. pretty ugly..!!! haha hahaha.. but no seriously why is he coming towards me.. jing yuan leaned towards you. he stared right into your eyes. he was warm.. and his body was big.. he came closer and closer until.. he reached to the side and took something. it was a paperclip. "you know how in those movies, you can pick locks by paperclips..? oh, why do you look so flustered and red?" he smirked. this FUCKER. he knew exactly was he was doing.. "aww, were you hoping i'd kiss you? i mean, you are prettyyy, but-" "oh, just shut up and get on with it!!" you crossed your arms and narrowed your eyes, trying to hide the fact that you were, indeed, blushing, and you were, indeed, hoping he'd kiss you.. "ah ah, answer my question first." he came towards you again, a smug smile on his attractive face. he was so close that you could see a little mole below his eye.. was he always this cute? suddenly, the door burst open. it was like a chain reaction. jing yuan lost his balance and fell on top of you, blade gasped after opening the door, and your lips met his.. at least you got to kiss? bonus. blade was late to school today. when he came, he saw his best friend, jing yuan, and the person he locked him in the closet with.. it clicked in blades mind instantly. "oh, your welcome, by the way." blade said while walking up to them. "i accept thanks in cash and cash only.. just saying!!!" blade snickered when jing yuan glared at him.

[coffee-master]

Hello! I want to say that ur AU is AWESOME. I love the way Kai has to deal with being the master of water and basically everything else that comes with it. ANYWAY I want to ask, are u planning on adding stuff about seabound? If so, im rly excited to see how u portray that!

(Also possibly the whole Aspheera situation but no pressure on that)

Have a good day (or whatever time it is where u are) 😁

Dear anon..

There is no such way that I am NOT adding seabound here!!!

I'm planning to make some incorrect quotes and write a fic about the seabound part later.

There is no way that I'd miss such opportunity for angst!

I want write Kai struggle. I want to write him becoming one with the water.

I want to write ninjas break.

I want to see them the those three heartbroken and devastated, while not able to say goodbye.

Nya

She'd try to grab her brother's hand unsuccessfully, try to talk to him, but he doesn't listen.

Even though she tries, but when her brother starts going to the water she's scared.

Nya starts yelling at him, while trying to stop him. To hold him. But she can't-

And there he's gone.

I want to see Nya's breaking point, where she blames herself. Where she's devastated, that she lost her older brother once again. (In the pilot Nya wasn't kidnapped by the skeletons. Kai allowed himself to be kidnapped by them to keep his sister safe)

She would be angry, because Kai once again sacrificed himself for their good.

She would burst into flames, while screaming and pounding her fists on the ground senselessly, until the anger is gone and what's left is sadness.

She starts crying on the ground desperately. Jay would come to her and hug her and she'd cry more.

Lloyd

Oh, as if this boy didn't need earlier therapy..

He'd stood there heartbroken, devastated seeing as the person who promised to take care of him and always be by his side suddenly leaves him as if he didn't meant anything.

The Big Brother, who gave him some normal childhood, family-bond or even teached how to tie shoes.. He dissapeares forever.

Lloyd blames himself, for lossing him.

Kai had always protected him, before and after he got powers. He was always able to safe him and be there for him.

And right now Lloyd wasn't able to do the same.

But Lloyd was the green ninja, he should have safed him, he should have been able to do this.

Why this one time he couldn't safe him? Why?

It makes him stood there broken, crying, while looking at the see.

Cole

How do you feel when another person, who you loved deeply dies in front of you once again?

When you're aware, that you can't do anything.

When you see them smilling, as if nothing was happening, bit deep down you know that something is wrong.

That this is goodbye.

He's scared. He's broken.

His boyfriend is littelary a floating water, who sounds and looks like Kai, but doesn't behave like Kai. Who talks weird.

Something is wrong.

He's scared, because he knows what's going to happen.

He's broken, because he's going to lose him too.

And before he notices, he's gone.

But for now..

Firstly I want to do more about incorrect quotes for other seasons in my au, answer questions so that people would know how looks the situation in this universe and ect.

Moreover I also want to write more fics for this au, before going into seabound season.

On ao3 I have a series, where some one-shots about this au will be published, but for now I was only able to publish one work.

I'm very slow writer, that's why I know it'll take me a while.

So for now let's enjoy some silly incorrect quotes, please?

OH!

Besides that yeah, I'll also add the situation with Aspheera, and It'll be probably more focused on Nya and Jay.

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[yuunemi]

I Wanna Show You Off

PAIRING : MITSUYA TAKASHI X FEM!READER

GENRE : FLUFF!

C/W : NONE!

LIBRARIAN'S NOTE/S : i was smiling like an idiot while writing this. i hope y'all enjoy reading this.

NOTES & REBLOGS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED ^^

"Hey Takashi."

It was one lazy afternoon, school just finished and you decided to hang out at Mitsuya's place. Luna and Mana were playing in the living room while you and Mitsuya were in his room. Lying down on his bed blasting your shared playlist with him while he's busy sewing clothes.

"Hm? What's up?"

You rarely call him by his name unless you have something serious to talk about or you were simply in a daze. "I wanna show you off." You said out of nowhere

Stopping from his work, he turned to look at you, "Huh? What's gotten into you all of a sudden?" He asked with a smile. "Nothing... I just want you to pick me up after school." You pouted.

Walking in your direction, he sat beside you. "Yeah? What made you want that?" He said while settling your head on his lap. "N-Nothing much... I was just being jealous of my other classmates..." You mumbled, your voice getting softer with each word.

"They're all going home together, buying food for each other, and all that pda in public... I know I act indifferent about those things, but you don't have to buy me food... I just want you to pick me up." You rambled on

Embarrassed at your own request and reason, you hug his waist and hide your face in his stomach, but he could see the way your cheeks turned red all the way to your ears.

Laughing at you, how could he reject such a cute request? "Sure thing, love, what time does your school end?"

"4:30 in the afternoon." Nodding his head at your answer, "Perfect, Luna and Mana's classes end 2 hours earlier than yours. I won't have to worry about cutting myself in half." He said with a laugh

"You know, you don't really have to if you're so busy... besides, you have your own classes to attend as well..." Feeling guilty for your selfishness, you take back your request.

"Well, I'm not busy and my school ends 30 minutes earlier than yours so don't worry about it, okay? I'd always make a way."

Softly smiling at you, he turns your head for a forehead kiss.

"Thanks!"

The next day came, and it was just like any other school day. Couples publicly displaying affection so early in the morning, students sleeping, and students cramming their homework due today.

To say that it was a tiring day was an understatement because it was exhausting. Juggling school work here and there while chasing teachers for deadlines.

What's worse is that you had to run around from the ground floor to the fifth floor because it was suddenly announced that your class had to finish decorating your respective booths for an upcoming school event in 2 days.

Your feet were dead from all that running around, and you were mentally exhausted as well. Today was such a mess that you forgot about Mitsuya picking you up today.

Rushing through the school lobby, you were shocked to see a familiar purple head wearing his school uniform with his oh so famous earring, "Oh! Mitsuya?"

Smiling at you, he raises up a plastic of McDonalds. You were wondering why he was waiting for you with food in hand when you told him that it was alright not to bring you any food—wait, not bring any food? Then it hit you

"OH MY!"

"WHAT TIME IS IT?!" Panicking, you took out your phone to see that it was 5:18 PM. "CRAP! I FORGOT IM SO SORRY!" Rushing to him, you gave him a hug and decided to stay and explain things.

"I am so sorry, I know I asked you to pick me up, but I was so busy that I forgot and didn't even notice the time." You rambled.

"Hey, hey... calm down... deep breaths... that's right, it's okay, I understand."

Ushering you to sit at the waiting area of the lobby, he proceeds to take out your chicken nuggets and open its box for you to eat before taking out your fries and drinks.

"To be honest, I thought I had kept you waiting because I arrived 15 minutes late, but when I arrived at your school, I saw you running around and scurrying here and there. I could see how tired you were and well... I got you this."

"Thanks! You're the best!" You said after finishing the food in your mouth.

"Oii!! L/n!! We need you here!!" A classmate of yours, shouted while running to your location. "Laterrr!! I'm eating!!" You shouted back.

"HA?! BUT EVERYONE'S WORKING TO THE BONE AND YOU'RE JUST-" Her angry protest was cut short when she saw you and Mitsuya together. "Sorry, I'm gonna have to borrow Y/n for a while." Mitsuya coolly said with a smile.

"Oh! Uhh-Hi! Sorry, I-uh didn't know... we'll just be on the third floor then." She stuttered with blushing cheeks while you just rolled your eyes at her. You waited for your classmate to walk away and for his attention to turn toward you before pouting your lips at him

"Huh? What's the matter?" Mitsuya asked with a carefree smile.

"I don't like the way you were smiling at her." You pouted

"She was the annoying classmate that I was ranting to you about the other day." You added

Laughing at your cuteness, he pinches your cheek. "Aww~~ I'm sorry, I didn't know." Stuffing your mouth with fries, you pout even more.

"You're so cute when you act this way, childish and jealous." Mitsuya adds with a mischievous grin.

Playfully rolling your eyes at him "Whatever." You said, which in turn, made Mitsuya laugh even more.

Finishing your food, you tidy it and go to a nearby trash can to throw it before returning to Mitsuya

"I'm so sorry Mitsuya, I really wanted to go home with you today but I didn't expect this to happen. But thanks for the food though!"

"Hey, don't sweat it, besides, who said you were gonna walk home alone today?"

Your eyes widened at his words "But Luna and Mana! I don't know how late we'll end, perhaps by 6 but—"

"Then, I'll just have to help you out to finish quicker." He interrupted with a smile

"And yes. It's okay, I don't mind. Besides, didn't you say that you wanted to show me off?" He added with a smirk

Blushing at the latter part of his response, you shake your head with a smile and led him to the lobby guard so he can claim a visitor's pass

Upon returning back to the third floor, you were met with an annoyed classmate "Y/n, what took you so long?! I literally called you 10 minutes ago." She asked

Mitsuya was about to apologize again, not until you had interjected with a sarcastic answer "Well apologies for enjoying my food and avoiding indigestion."

"Anyways, Mitsuya meet Yuna, my classmate, and Yuna meet Mitsuya, my boyfriend. He volunteered to help out with our booth."

"Hi! I look forward to working with you." Mitsuya greeted with a bow.

"Anyways, Kashi, I need your help here. Can you hold these two ends together, while I secure them in their place?" You said, already walking towards the problem at hand.

"Sure!" He replied, and your classmate was left speechless for a moment before she regained composure and went back to work as if nothing happened.

Boy did his presence cause such a ruckus, but it's not like everyone had time to gossip and pry more into the situation. Though one thing's for sure, you were undoubtedly proud to flaunt your boyfriend just for today.

The day finally ended, and all students were already being told to go home. Everyone bid their goodbyes and went their separate ways home.

"Man, I'm deadbeat tired."

"That must be heavy, let me carry it." Mitsuya said while taking your backpack and you could've sworn that the students you heard planning to go to the convenience store for food were now gushing and talking about Mitsuya's gesture.

"Thanks!"

Walking hand in hand on your way home, the day was definitely tiring but you wouldn't have it any other way.

"Ne, Kashi, I'm surprised you didn't bring your motorcycle. I kinda wish you did now." You said with a dry laugh

"Well, you mentioned that the couples in your class were walking back home together, so I thought that's what you wanted... besides, I didn't expect you would be running out and about today."

"Yeah, I didn't expect it either... but thanks anyways! I imagine that I would be trudging on my way back home if you hadn't come."

"Next time, I'll be sure to pick you up with my motorcycle then." He coolly said. Instantly lighting up and turning to him, "No way!" you exclaimed.

"OH! OH! You should also do the things they do in books where they lean against their motorcycles!"

Laughing at your behavior, he nods his head, "Sure thing, love."

[writings-ofthe-heart]

Haaaayyyyy!!Can you make my request????If you can,could you make headcanons of Brett from inside job????

Brett Hand/Reader headcanons

WC ; 593

Side notes ; UGH YES! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH! I did romantic only im sorry anon i am so deeply in love with him.

• First, Brett we all know, and love is insanely smooth. He’ll stroll up to any girl he wants and “rizz them up,” with his genuine conversation charisma. Surprisingly, it’s different with you.

• You’re at a bar, exhausted. The 9-5 job you do is grueling and thankless. Being so far from family, having no time for socializing, you’re left on your own.

• Cue in Brett had a bit too much “fun juice,” and is currently hanging off Reagan who is trying to get him off her.

• “Brett, what the fuck are you doing?!” Reagan groaned, pulling his sticky fingers off her. He seemed to be in a daze when he spotted you. A mess, maybe, but lonely for sure.

• And Brett was NOT going to let someone be lonely, on a Friday night.

• He stood, suddenly and walked to your side slowing down when he realized his heart was pounding, palms sweaty.

• Why was he so nervous???

• You were staring him down since you caught eye contact the first time. Maybe you were glaring at his weirdly chiseled jawline, and the way he seemed in a trance, by what, you wouldn’t know.

• Brett took a deep breath, sliding across into the chair beside you.

• “Hey.” He choked, on his spit. You swirled your drink and chuckled.

• “Take your time, sweetheart.” Your voice rang in his ears, like honey spilling over his heart.

• His knees gave in, like seriously. He dropped to his knees. You could only stare down at him, laughing.

• Stupidly laughing, loudly.

• Brett saw your smile, your laugh and began to awkwardly laugh along.

• His stomach did so many flips that night.

• You and Brett spent the entire night talking, drunkenly laughing over stupid things and enjoying each other's company.

• After several dates, you came to the conclusion, you knew nothing about Brett.

• He would only listen to you, a spineless man. But you knew better, you knew he had to have something unique about him.

• So you tried, asking him questions every time you saw him. He got nervous every time.

• After several more dates, you pried info out of him.

• “Puppets? Well... that’s interesting.” You kept an open mind, but couldn’t help but giggle.

• “W..What? Is it really funny?” He laughed, coughing anxiously. You shook your head, leaning over to him and pecking his cheek.

• “You sweet, loveable man.” Under your breath, he heard you and grinned widely.

• From then on, the relationship was the most genuine, loving connection you’d ever had.

• He loved you dearly, and was never afraid to show it.

• I fear this man has all five love languages.

• He’d send you flowers to your job at least monthly. ‘To cheer you up! <3’

• Brett would be amazing at cooking.

• You’d both be defintely be the dynamic of girlboss and her malewife.

• He loves to do things for you, cuddle and kiss you whenever he has the chance.

• Brett would only want that love to be returned in acts of service, physical touch, etc.

• He looooveeessss being coddled by you, whenever he’s sick, he knows he’s in good hands.

• Whenever Brett gets drunk, he gets really clingy... and lovey... which makes him talk nonsense.

• Which is nonsense to you.

• “Mmm...” He tugged on your dress, mumbling your name. “I can’t wait to grow old with you, god, I love you!” He sobbed, embracing you tightly.

• You pat him, smugly taking a video.

• He was never redder the next day, shrieking at you.

• All in all, you love him, he loves you.

• He’d really do anything for you.

[lfghughes]

Seal My Fate pt 4

a/n: idk guys i think im going to have to do the same thing i did with heaven cant help me now and give y'all two endings because i cant even pick between them

“Jack, I just want to talk.” His ex was so focused on Jack and trying to talk to him that she didn’t even care that she had an audience, one specifically who was currently still in Jacks shirt. “There’s nothing to talk about.” His words came out in an icy tone and you had never really heard Jack talk in anything but his usual joking tone or soft one. “Ten minutes, please.” Somehow she managed to convince him. “My room, ten minutes and that’s it.” He led the way to his room and she quickly followed, shutting the door behind them.

“Well I’m going to my room to take a nap and to get away from whatever comes from that.” Trevor pointed towards Jacks room before heading into his. “Want some bacon?” Alex asked and it took you a minute to realize he was talking to you, holding out a plate for you. You nodded your head and ate some strips before going back to your place. This was clearly not the place for you to be today because it looked like the mood was going to shift drastically.

A majority of your day you thought back to the past twenty four hours and everything that had happened with Jack. Now you had no clue what would happen. It didn’t seem like he was interested in his ex at this point but you also had no clue what was said behind that door. Not that you had any sort of claim to him especially when just a few days ago you had also slept with his best friend. What kind of situation had you put yourself in?

The day passed and now the night was here. You didn’t really feel any better but you decided you needed to sit outside and get some fresh air to clear your head. Almost like he knew you were out there Trevor appeared from the darkness and onto your deck. “Looks like you kept yourself distracted while I was gone.” You could hear the hurt in his voice even though he was trying his best to not show it. “Trevor..” You wanted to explain yourself to him but there wasn’t much to explain.

“I just don’t get it. I love Jack, that’s obvious because he’s my best friend but you know him too. He’s just lonely and you were the first girl around, can’t you see that? You’re just another girl to him.” His words stung deep and you were trying your best to blink back the tears. As soon as he saw your reaction he realized how hurtful his words had been. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-“

“Is that all I am to you too then? Just the closest girl around that would give you attention?” Maybe you were the fool here after all. You wiped your tears as you looked up at him and you could see the apologetic look on his face. “That’s not what you are to me at all, you’re so much more than that.” He started as he stepped forward crouching down in front of you. His hands went up to your face, helping you wipe away some of those tears.

Suddenly another figure popped up on your deck and you immediately sat up and away from Trevors hands. “Woah, hey is everything okay?” Jack asked as he rushed to your side. “Why are you crying?” He asked and you just shook your head getting up from your seat. “It’s nothing. It’s just been a long day so I’m going to head in.” With those words you made your way inside, leaving Trevor and Jack both outside. “Is it because of my ex showing up?” Jack asked and Trevor shook his head. “It’s nothing.” Trevor told him before walking off before he admitted too much to his best friend.