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distantdarlings · 6 months

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HOUSE PRIDE // t. nott

RATING: R / 3.8K WORDS

Theodore Nott x Fem Reader Insert

+ SUMMARY - *Requested - based on this* Theo is pissed that you seem to be interested in other guys. The two of you are not officially dating so you find it ridiculous that you can't talk to whomever you want. You have feelings for Theo, though, and think it might be interesting to put his jealousy to the test.

+ WARNINGS - SMUT! Heavy sexual material, degradation, name-calling, jealousy, fem reader, language, dom!Theo--honestly, this is just depraved

+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -

Pyramids - Frank Ocean

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You pressed your face to your hands, breathing deeply. You couldn’t believe what you were fucking hearing. The pounding in your head refused to subside as he kept demanding an answer.

“Hello? Do you wanna explain why you were practically throwing yourself on Riddle today at lunch?” the brunette demanded, his eyes widened and wild. Your hands dropped and you made eye contact with the boy. You were in disbelief.

“Throwing myself at him? You dick, I tripped and fell on him! That’s just number one! Number two: you are not my fucking boyfriend,” you shouted, “I can throw myself on whoever I want, whenever I want!”

Theo locked his jaw and pursed his lips slightly. A tell of his that meant he was very angry. He didn’t usually speak much after he pushed past this point. More like, just crossed his arms and stared at you, eye bordering on twitching. You scoffed and held your hands out, waiting for a response from him. He said nothing.

“I don’t need you to tell me who to give attention to, Theo. You are not my boyfriend, I am not your girlfriend. I tripped and fell against Mattheo this morning and we both laughed it off, so why can’t you?”

“You just tripped and fell on him and his hands landed on your ass? Oh, whoops, just an accident!” he mocked you.

“I don’t know if his hands were on my ass or not, he may have been trying to stabilize me as quickly as he could—but besides the point, who gives a fuck if he was touching my ass? It’s not like you’ve been too eager to do anything anytime soon!” you shout, blood rushing through your ears and cheeks. Shit. You did not mean to say that. His head shot back and his eyes widened slightly. You kept the anger imprinted on your face to attempt to hide the embarrassment you were feeling so strongly. Hopefully, he would think this was a super-confident confession written in a rage. Still, he said nothing.

“Oh, forget it! To hell with you, Theo!” you screamed, grabbing your robes and running out of his dorm room. He said nothing and made no move to stop you. Your feet carried you down the hallway and into your own room.

None of your roommates were here. You figured they were all in different dorms, preparing for the common room party in a few hours. Once every couple of months, some of the Slytherins—usually seniors—will get together and prepare a “house” party. They’re always fun, high-energy, and filled to the brim with Slytherin pride. Merlin, you loved them.

You had originally declined to go tonight. You had some leftover work that was due on Monday and you almost thought that Theo would invite you to Hogsmeade or something, but you should have known better than that. It seems all he’s concerned about is his reputation.

You tugged through the buttons on your uniform top and ripped it off your shoulders. You pulled your skirt and socks off, holding the end of your bed for balance. There were a couple of nice outfits shoved in the trunk beneath the bedframe—you figured something in there would do. You reached up and let your hair down from its elastic, allowing it to fall to its natural length. The ends of the waved strands tickled your skin as you yanked the trunk into the open. Inside were a couple of different combinations, all saved up for special occasions. And if anyone asked you, making Theo Nott as jealous as you possibly could was a very special occasion.

Your eyes fell on a specific top. A long sleeve, skin-tight sweetheart neckline that plunged a little deeper than it should, and a flared, darkened skirt. You reckoned it was simple and sexy. It practically bled Theo’s name all over your body, claiming you as his, though you pretended like you hated that. He never needed to know it, but you secretly loved how jealous he became when you had the smallest interactions with other people. You blow a curled hair out of your face. The fucker could have been running down the halls with a red tapestry taped to his back and you still wouldn’t call him a red flag. He was just what you wanted; what you’d wanted for years. Whether or not he’d ever actually act on your feelings for each other, you belonged to him and he belonged to you.

You slipped the outfit on, mussed up your hair a bit, and applied a light layer of makeup. With the two tests, three project due dates, and eighteen assignments you’d had this week, you could use a bit of a touch-up. Hopefully, you didn’t sweat it off by the end of the night—though, that was sort of the goal.

You grabbed your wand and slipped it into your back pocket, patting it twice for good luck, and pushed through the dorm door. Down the hallway, you could hear the faint pounding of music. Your heart raced, keeping in time with the deep bass pushing past the walls. Was this a good idea? For a few moments, you stood in front of your door, pondering your options. Your plan for this evening could either end really well or really badly or you could avoid the possibilities completely and stay in like you originally planned. A deep sigh left you as your eyes slid closed. Who cared? This was your life and, you’d said it earlier, Theo was not your boyfriend and you intended on finishing what you’d started with Mattheo earlier this morning.

Deep cool colors swirled throughout the common room, echoing off of every shadow and highlight in the moulding. Everywhere you looked there was another Slytherin scarf or Quidditch team hat. One boy even wore a Slytherin flag around his neck like a cape. You laughed at the absurd outfit. These parties were most definitely one of the best things about being a Slytherin. Say what you will about the house, but they could throw a fucking party.

You slid through swaying bodies, feeling the bass echo deep in your chest, rattling your ribcage. A couple of your friends were scattered throughout the crowd and slipped in gracefully with their personal friends. As you passed by them, they waved or flashed you a bright smile, all of which you returned. You would come back and talk but, for now, you were looking for someone specific.

There was a table set up in front of the fireplace, decked out with green and black decorations, and overflowing with tall glasses of firewhisky. Your eyes skated along the length of the furniture until it reached a familiar body. You smirked and grabbed a drink before making your way over.

Enzo stood against the edge of the table, discussing something with one of the “bartenders.” When you stopped in front of him, his lips ceased and his eyes found your chest, then your eyes. His lips remained parted. Sweet, sweet Enzo.

“Hey, En, I was wondering if you’d seen Mattheo, anywhere?” you smiled. He said nothing for a few seconds before stuttering back to life like an old car.

“Uh, no, I haven’t seen him anywhere…uh, why do you need—um, I mean, did you need to talk to him?” he stumbled, awkwardly shoving his hands in his pockets. The boy he’d been talking to—some fifth-year—snorted and rolled his eyes, turning away from the two of you to pour a couple more drinks. You stepped closer to Enzo, feeling his body heat on you. The shoes you were wearing granted you a couple more inches of height, which, consequently, put your hairline just above his. His eyes were angled slightly upward as he watched you.

You waved him against you. He leaned in. The confidence burning through you tonight was more than you’d felt in a long time. You felt hurt and angry and frustrated. You could fix one of those quickly. You traced the skin above his ear, pushing a small tuft of copper hair back. A small shudder went through his body as you pressed your lips against his ear.

“I just wanted to dance and was looking for a boy who’d dance with me,” you said slowly. “I thought Mattheo would be the best but maybe you could…you know…”

You pulled away and smiled sweetly, placing a deep innocence into your eyes, watching as his lips parted and closed multiple times. You tilted your head to the right, allowing your eyes to switch from his eyes to his lips ever so briefly.

“I haven’t seen Mattheo, I’ll dance with you,” he said, licking his lips and swallowing thickly. You smiled brightly and grabbed one of the hands hanging limply by his side. You felt his warm skin beneath yours as you tugged him toward the center of the dancing mass. You were pretty sure you recognized the song playing and proceeded to work all of its beats throughout your body, encouraging Enzo to join you.

“Come on, En!” you laughed. “You’re supposed to dance with me.” He seemed to shock out of a momentary stupor. You felt good tonight and you hoped it was showing on your face and body. He still didn’t move and you reckoned he was going to take some physical guiding.

As the song slowed slightly, you grabbed both of his hands and slid them around your hips. His breath shuddered through his lips as you began moving the two of you. You dropped your hands to his belt and guided his hips a bit, biting back a smile. He had all of the facilities for these particular…activities, he was just really nervous. Soon enough, though, his hips were moving on their own.

You turned around and placed your back against his chest. Without prompting, his hands dropped down to your hips, gripping them firmly. He moved you against him to every beat of the song. To be honest, he was placing a little bit of blush in your stomach. One of your arms raised to wrap loosely around his neck.

“That’s it, baby,” you cooed in his ear, cradling the base of his neck with your hand. One of his hands raised to hold your arm against him as the other stayed intact on your hip. A crooked smile found its way onto his lips as the both of you felt every rhythm the other was putting out. Fuck, maybe you’d picked the wrong boy all along. The way Enzo was grabbing your hips and ever so slowly grinding against your ass had your lips parting in a slow gasp.

“Like this?” he whispered in your ear, his voice low and gravelly. Merlin, help you.

If anything could have pulled you out of your current situation, it was the burning eyes you felt against you pouring into your skin like a brand. You gasped a bit and looked away from Enzo. Almost immediately, you found Theo’s eyes on the two of you. Enzo noticed your sudden change of attention and glanced up, finding the older’s eyes. Like he’d been branded himself, his hands faded away from you and, almost as quickly, so did he. Fucker. So much for sticking by you.

You were used to it by now, though. Where you were involved, Theo was, too. Even though you weren’t actually together, everyone knew you were Theo’s. Anytime you were hanging out with another boy, he always found out. Even if it was just for a school assignment.

His jaw was clenched and ticking. His eyes were lidded and ice-cold, angled right at you. You rolled your eyes and huffed, stomping off through the crowd. He couldn’t get whatever he wanted all the time. He needed to pick. He needed to officially claim you as his, take you on dates, buy you gifts, and all that nonsense or he needed to leave you the hell alone. He couldn’t have it both ways.

You finally came upon the end of the crowd and the staircase leading to the girl’s dorms. You hurried up the steps, not even caring if he was behind you or ignoring you or with a different girl.

The hallway was completely empty, everybody down at the party or taking an early night. You rushed across the winding floors, trying your best to get to your room before Theo changed his mind. You just wanted to get out of your clothes and makeup and go to bed. Your dorm door appeared around the corner followed by an immense sense of relief.

Your hand closed around the doorknob and—a hand closed tightly around your arm and yanked you back. A yelp escaped your lips as the perpetrator slammed you roughly into the wall just beside the door. It was Theo. He was livid, his breath coming out in hard slants, and his eyes so darkened they appeared black. You swallowed thickly, your breath rushing out of you just as his was. The two of you heard your hearts pounding in tandem.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he demanded, his face inches from yours. Your eyes glanced down from his to his lips, watching the changes in his anger. He waited impatiently for an answer for too long before you realized it wasn’t meant to be a rhetorical question.

He grabbed your arm once more and pulled you away from the wall. A swift flick of his wand and a fury like no other, and he was pulling you into your empty dorm room. It was almost completely dark by now.

“You want some attention, huh?” he said, casting a flame into the stove set in the middle of the room, his grip on your arm never weakening. He slammed his wand down on your bedside table and pushed you onto your bed. You fell roughly against the mattress, your hands holding you up into a sitting position. He stared down at you wildly, like an angry parent.

“Answer me,” he growled. Your eyes bore the same innocence you’d given to Enzo earlier and you knew that he’d only last a few minutes like this. Already, his facade was flickering and his gaze was softening.

“I just—I don’t know, Teddy, I—”

“You just, you—you, you…fucking spit it out,” he mocked you. Body betraying your mind, heat pooled in your lower stomach as his face got closer and closer to yours and he got angrier and angrier. If it was anyone else, you’d have gotten embarrassed or angry but with Theo…it was a different feeling.

“All out of confidence, hmm? What happened, baby, you had plenty out there when you were grinding your ass all over Lorenzo Berkshire in front of everyone!”

“What’s wrong with Enzo?” you squeaked, your thumbs rolling over the other.

“He’s not me, you stupid girl,” he roared, his words perking your chest. You pressed your thighs together discreetly, never losing eye contact with him. You hoped he hadn’t seen you.

“Are you serious? Are you fucking turned on right now?” he asked. He had seen you. You didn’t say anything. His hand reached around and roughly gripped your hair, his fingers tugging deliciously on your scalp. He held your head back.

“Answer me, baby,” he whispered, his voice a thousand times different. “Does it turn you on when I shout at you? When you get me jealous and worked up?” The way he was looking down at you had you gulping against the strain being placed on your throat. You nodded.

“God, you’re so fucking pathetic,” he laughed darkly, the sinister tone in his voice echoing in your stomach. His hand let go of your hair and grabbed your jaw tightly. He held your face up so you were looking directly into his eyes.

“Maybe I need to remind you who you fucking belong to?” An eyebrow quirked. You nodded once more, anticipation hitting you like a train. He smirked, releasing your jaw by pushing you back roughly. Your back came into contact with the bed, the material nearly knocking the breath out of you.

He crawled over you slowly, letting his lips ghost over your exposed cleavage, neck, chin, lips. He paused and allowed his breath to pour into your mouth. He tasted like alcohol, the scent of it burning your lips. He pushed his tongue out and gently traced it over your bottom lip. Your lips parted in a gasp at the contact. Just as soon as your mouth had opened, his had covered it, suffocating all breath. You moaned into him, feeling the way his body held you tightly against the mattress.

You raised your hand to place your fingers beneath his shirt, but one of his hands reached down and grabbed yours with a speed your intoxicated brain wasn’t capable of comprehending right now. He raised them above your head and held them with a grip like a vice, his fingers violent and unyielding. You’d definitely have bruises in the morning.

You bucked your hips against him, trying to illicit some contact between your core and his. He grunted at the touch before pulling back and roughly turning you over, pressing your chest into the mattress.

“Don’t fucking do that,” he growled into your ear, still holding your hands tightly above you. “Do as I fucking say. I’m going to pull this skirt up and I’m going to fuck you and you’re not going to say a word but my name. Do you understand me?” You nodded frantically, impatiently waiting for some contact.

“Keep your hands there,” he instructed as he slowly let them go. You curled your fingers around the edge of the bed to keep them locked in place. You didn’t dare disobey him.

Behind you, you could hear the clink of his belt buckle as he pulled it from his jeans and dropped it to the floor. The anticipation was killing you, your thighs pressing tightly together for a chance at some friction. The heat between them was beginning to become too much.

He pressed bruising kisses along the side of your neck, trailing them down your shoulder. His teeth cut along the flesh, ripping blacks and blues into the sensitive skin. You whimpered at the feeling, knowing good and well he just wanted everyone to see whose you were.

His fingers ghosted along the outsides of your thighs, tracing the chills that appeared in their wake. You shuddered against the sheets, waiting to feel everything he was about to do. You couldn’t see any of his movements and, for whatever reason, that amplified the feeling by a million.

There was a moment of nothing except for the sound of rustling clothing. No part of him touched you and you found yourself becoming more and more desperate by the moment. You reckoned he was removing unnecessary items of his outfit but if he didn’t do something soon, you were going to start pitching a fit.

Then his thumb pressed against your thin undergarments, right where you needed him the very most. An awfully audible moan left your lips and your spine arched against his touch. Merlin help anyone who walked by this dorm or, worse, tried to come in.

“Please, baby,” you sighed, your fingers clenching tightly against the mattress. His hand roughly grabbed your hair once more, tugging your head back.

“My name only, you dumb slut,” he insulted before pushing your head back into the sheets. One hand held your head to the bed as the other lined his hips up with yours.

No matter how many times the two of you did this, you’d never get used to it. He was just so much better than any of the other boys in school. And there were a lot of them too. None of them felt like Theo and he knew it, too. He knew that you would always come back to him. He was impossible to leave. His touch and rough, degrading words were addictive and you couldn’t stay away from him. Your friends had told you over and over again that you needed to drop him and completely move on but you just couldn’t. He was the closest thing to a drug you had.

He tucked a finger beneath your undergarments and slid them over to the side. He placed a hand in front of your face. “Spit,” he ordered. You complied. He spread the material over his fingers slowly, coating each one thoroughly. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his hand disappear and reintroduce itself with your core. The tips of his soaked fingers skirted between the slit of your skin, lathering you in his touch. Just as he’d instructed, his name poured from your lips like a prayer.

He pulled his hands away and quickly replaced them with a dark, warm heat that pressed into you agonizingly slowly, stretching every part of you out.

“Fuck, it’s been a while,” he groaned breathlessly, pushing into you until he bottomed out. His lips curve just above your ear, every moan and whisper touching your mind like a soft hand. As he began to move, they became louder and made less sense to either of you. His name curled around the room. You worshipped him. The reverence you placed on every syllable touched his chest and slid down to his core. He gasped into your ear. You sounded so fucking good.

It didn’t matter if he fucked every girl in Hogwarts, none of them could ever compare to you.

“Theo, baby, you feel so good,” you screamed, the words vibrating your skin.

“Yeah, baby?” he breathed. You moaned aloud as he pressed an especially sharp thrust against you. “I know, I know.”

“Please, please, please,” you babbled, your words pathetic and useless. His hips never ceased their brutal pace.

“That’s it, baby,” he cooed. “Are you my girl? Or are you Enzo’s?” He growled the last part, his fingers tangling painfully in your hair. You yelped at the feeling, tilting your head back to relieve some of the pain.

“No, no! I’m yours, Teddy, I’m all yours, please,” you begged.

“That’s right, baby.” He released your hair. Every movement of his body brought you closer and closer to your end. His hands gripping your hips and pulling himself toward his own, his lips curling against your ear, his weight holding you perfectly in place.

Neither of you would last much longer and you both knew that. Every deep push of his hips drove you further into your pleasure as you began to close around him, gradually coaxing a release out of him. One of his hands dropped down to trace tight circles against you, ignoring the way your hips quaked to get away from the overstimulation. You were done for.

Every sound pouring from his lips began to mingle with yours a bit closer as he pushed you through both of your final breaths. His hips got slower and his grip loosened on your waist. The loss of his support sent your weakened body falling back down to the mattress. A breathless chuckle came from him as he laid down beside you, his shimmering skin luminescent in the moonlight. You presented him with a tired smile.

“Could Enzo fuck you like that?” he asked, a proud smirk imprinted on his lips.

“I don’t know—I’ll let you know when I find out.”

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runningfrom2am · 4 months

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cold nights // part two

summary: all the stars aligned, and it was you.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 2.1k

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tags/warnings: tribute!reader and mentor!coriolanus, r is very sweet (too kind for this world. literally.), sunshine x grumpy trope kinda, he falls first, violence typical for the source material, r is very smart (as she should), district twelve!reader.

a/n: ahhh welcome sejanus i love him dearly

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It was only a few hours of making small talk with Capitol strangers before you caught a glimpse of the red uniform your new friend was wearing just this morning. For a moment, you did think it was him, that he was back, but the dark curly hair and eyes of another boy was what greeted you instead. He must be another mentor.

You watch as he walks up to the edge of the cage with a few bags, placing them down and opening one as he scans the group of you trapped in the cage. "Marcus!" He calls out, and your gaze falls on the District Two tribute. "I brought you something to eat, it's me, Sejanus. Do you remember?"

You furrow your brow at his desperate attempts to speak to Marcus. How could they have known each other? As far as you know, they had never met. You approach the boy slowly. He seems to have a good heart, to bring food for someone who you know he is meant to believe is less than.

"I can bring it to him, if you'd like." You offer quietly, holding out a hand from a little ways away. "We're all very tired. I'm sure he's still just recovering from the ride."

"That would be great." The boy, Sejanus, agrees, handing you the sandwich. "Thank you, Y/N."

"My pleasure." You smile, taking it and heading over to where Marcus is sitting on a rock, facing the opposite direction.

"Marcus?" You hum, crouching down in front of him.

"I'm not taking anything from him." He grumbles, hardly meeting your eye.

"Oh." You look back at Sejanus, who's watching you hopefully. "Do you know each other?"

"Not anymore."

"I see." You nod, thinking over how you could get him to eat. "Well, take it from me, then. I'll just take his kind gesture for myself, but I'll share it with you. Now," You rip the already cut sandwich in half. "It's from me. And I know you're hungry, so please. Have some of mine."

He looks down at the sandwich in your hand and sighs, taking it begrudgingly. "Thanks, Y/N."

"Anytime." You smile, gently patting him on the knee as you stand back up, giving Sejanus a grin and a small thumbs up.

He gestures for you to come back over to him, so you do, half the sandwich still in hand. "Thank you for doing that." He says once you're close enough to hear at a normal volume.

"Yes, of course. I'll give him the rest in a bit, I feel like he won't take it while you're still here." You smile sadly at him.

"No, I insist. You have it. I brought plenty of food for all of you."

"Oh, really?" You smile, looking down at the bags at his feet now. "That's so kind of you."

"I couldn't let you starve in here." He replies. "It's barbaric, and sick, and I am so, so sorry."

His emotional response catches you off guard. "Oh... Well, thank you. But know it was not your doing."

"I know it's not... but I wish there was more I could do."

"You're doing all you can, more than anyone expected of you." You reassure him. "Don't feel guilty."

Sejanus just nods, reaching for a bag and holding it open between the bars. "Would you mind..? I don't think they will trust me." He asks and you nod, turning to see who you could call to come eat. If one person comes, more will follow.

"Jessup." You smile hopefully at the boy from your District, waving him over. "Sejanus here has brought food to share, come eat."

"I'm not hungry." He mumbles as he gets closer to you, looking down into the bag anyway as you reach your hand in to grab him a sandwich.

"Please eat." You sigh. "If we eat the others will too. I don't want anyone hungry."

"We'll all be hungry." Jessup replies, taking the sandwich from your hand anyway. "It won't matter next week."

"Okay, well, for now, we're just living in the moment and enjoying this lovely food our new friend brought for us."

"My Ma made it all." He explains, and you tilt your head at him. There was something so distinctly District about how he referred to his mother, but was he not Capitol? After all, he was a mentor. He was wearing a matching red uniform.

"Will you tell her thank you for us?" You ask, taking the first bite out of the sandwich in your hand. "This is really good. We haven't eaten in days."

"She'll be happy to hear that. Yes, of course, I'll pass that on."

By the time any other tributes who wanted to eat had been fed, you were sitting down across the bars from Sejanus, chewing on your second helping shamelessly leaning over criss-crossed legs. "Do you know Coriolanus Snow?" You asked, covering your mouth as you spoke.

"Coryo?" Sejanus smiles. " I do. He's my best friend."

"Is he?" You smile, leaning forward. "He's my mentor. He seems kind."

Sejanus shrugs. "I would say he is, most of the time."

"And you call him Coryo?" You ask, head tilted at him. "Is that what his friends call him?"

"I guess so. Not everyone... Just his friends, yeah." Sejanus explains, neglecting to mention that by this definition, he and Coriolanus's cousin Tigris are his only real friends.

"I see. That's nice." You hum, looking down at the food in your hands. "How long have you been friends?"

"Since I moved here from Two." Oh, that makes sense. He and Marcus did know each other. "He was the only one who was nice to me, still is, honestly, but yeah, about ten years now."

"I have a similar story about him." You joke. "Of course, I've only known him for a few hours. And I guess now I have two friends here, if I can count you."

"Sure." Sejanus smiles, trying to hide the sadness behind it.

"I mean, don't feel like you have to agree. I know your loyalties lie elsewhere." You catch on to his hesitation, following his gaze over to Marcus. "Besides, I don't hold grudges. Even if I did, I won't be holding it for long now, would I?"

"It's not that." Sejanus quickly shakes his head. "I just... I am one of you. District, I mean. That will never change." He sighs, and you watch as he twists his fingers together nervously. "I'm so sorry that this is happening to you. I can't imagine how scared you must be and-"

"That it will never come again. That is what makes life so sweet." You cite, giving him a small smile. "There is nothing that you or I can change now, or then. I am just blessed it was me and not yet my brother. Change will come at the right time. If it's after me, it's after me; I will live forever."

Sejanus opens his mouth to speak, looking slightly dumbfounded before closing his jaw again tightly, giving you a curt nod.

"Don't pity him." You whisper, tucking your knees up to your chest on the cold ground and watching as his eyes fall back onto Marcus. "It will make it only worse."

You rest your chin on the skin of your knees. "I don't- it's not my fault and I know that." He replies.

"I know, Sejanus." You say, smiling in the face of his defensiveness. "Just... Don't let him think that. Which is easier said than done, I know."

"We're supposed to be mentoring you." He says after a moment, back to his normal self, from what you could tell. "Not the other way around."

"You're right. My apologies." You giggle. "Tell me then, how do I win?" You don't truly expect an answer; you don't expect you have any chance of winning. Not without the need enough to kill. It wouldn't be worth it, despite.

"My honest, best advice?" He asks rhetorically, looking around as he leans in to whisper to you. "Figure out a way to escape."

"Sejanus." You don't have the time to process the shock of his suggestion before your conversation is being interrupted by Coriolanus standing behind him, casting a shadow over the two of you. "What are you doing with my tribute?"

"Oh, uh..." Immediately Sejanus becomes shifty at Coriolanus's question. "I brought some food for everyone, and Y/N helped me distribute it. We were just talking."

"Welcome back, Coriolanus. You missed the sandwiches Sejanus brought." You grin, standing up and brushing off the bare backs of your legs.

"That's a shame. Would you come with me?" He asks, motioning for you to follow him along the bars and you nod.

"Thank you, Sejanus." You take a moment to honestly thank him, and he just nods before you follow Coriolanus who has already walked away.

"How was your day? I assume you went to school?" You ask, stopping just in front of him.

"It was... fine, thank you." He clears his throat. "Hard to focus."

"Oh?" You tilt your head as he digs through his bag. "What's bothering you?"

"Well, uh," He pauses, looking up from his bag to meet your eyes. "This mentorship thing is new, and very important, so there's just a lot on my mind."

"There's a prize." You state at the realization, smile fading slightly. You had been so excited that he was so kind to you that you failed to consider the likelihood of an incentive.

"There is." He confirms. "But, whether or not you win doesn't matter. I am here to help you do the best you can, and I do want you to win."

"Oh, I see." You reply hesitantly. Sejanus told you he is kind, so he must be. You have to force yourself to believe he's not just using you. But even if he is, what does it matter? If he's kind to you in your final days, out of honesty or personal gain, will the intentions even matter? You suppose not. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me." He quickly shakes his head. You had thanked the peacekeepers who had walked you to the stage, you had thanked the village of people who stood there while you said your final goodbyes and did nothing but listen in silence. No one responded. Coriolanus wouldn't be added to a list of people you thank for nothing.

"Sorry." You mumble, looking around behind you now.

"No, I-" He sighs, taking a breath as he rubs his forehead, pushing away his curls and making it easier for you to see his eyes. "I didn't mean that. I just mean... I haven't done anything for you. I want to help, but don't thank me until I have."

"You have." You answer honestly. "I didn't expect to meet anyone so kind... It helps a lot to just know I have one person who's not rooting against me."

"I would never." Coriolanus insists quickly, shaking his head. "I talked to the head gamemaker, she likes my ideas. That's why Sejanus and the others are here. People want to get to know you. It will help."

You're unsure of how that could help you in the arena, you had never seen it before; you tried to avoid watching or viewing anything to do with the games. It scared you. Petrified you, even, you weren't sure what you expected; but it wasn't that you would be able to get any help. You smile anyway, giving him a slight nod as you wrap your arms tightly around yourself. It's not too cold, but you feel exposed. Even the warm July air, when brushing over your uncovered skin could give you chills in these circumstances.

"You just have to talk to people who come to see you, be nice, like you're trying to make friends. We want to humanize you. I may be able to get people to send you gifts in the arena, food and water to keep you going if they like you."

"Okay." You answer quietly. "I've been talking to folks who come, not much else to do in here." You shrug, smiling at him hopefully. You don't want to sound like you're complaining, you're sure complaining about circumstances you can't change will get you nowhere. "The people seem lovely."

"Lovely." He scoffs, shaking his head with a grin of disbelief. "You don't have to lie to me, you know."

"I'm not!" You insist with a slight laugh, looking around. "They just... seem a little scared, for some reason. It seems like they came to stare, not to talk."

"Well, people here don't like people who are different. To them, you're all different."

"And to you?" You ask, tilting your head at him.

The look you give him could make his heart melt. Wide-eyed and kind down to your bones. If he had the power to call off the games, right now as he looked down into your soul, he would do it in a heartbeat. I'm not here to be friends with her. I'm here to win, Coriolanus has to remind himself. "You're different." He replies. "But I think that's a very good thing."

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ellaa-writes · 7 months

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The Beast Wíthin

authors note: Part 4, part 5 here. Had to cut the last part in half as Tumblr wouldn't upload it. I'll be taking a break from this series, maybe doing small one shots, drabbles and headcanons but no big stories. Will be working on other stuff as well. Also if anyone as any requests or ideas please send them my way! masterlist

summary: Omegas are rare, in a world full of Alphas and Betas. Being a Omega was not only dangerous but they were highly sought after. After living your life has a Beta in disguise, you meet a scary Alpha, but not any normal alpha. But a gaint Apex Alpha who won't stop at anything to make you his.

tags: Alternative Universe. Female reader. Female anatomy. SMUT finally some smut. PinV, knotting, rutting. König is kinda an asshole but he doesn't know any better. More The Beast lore. Reader is feisty.

His fingers pulled you into position. His hot mouth was heavy against your core, the obscene noises you were making coming from under the blankets.

You were gasping and clawing at the covers, nails digging into your surroundings. Finding König short hair against his scalp, pulling on it hard.

He found your bundle of nerves and began sucking on it. Wrapping his lips around your clit, using his fingers to slowly coax open your entrance.

“Oh God.. König please.” you didn’t know what you were saying. If they were words or not, or just sounds.

You knees were pushed to your chest, flush against your tits. You didn’t know how or when you became naked. Your skin was hot fire, burning through everything.

König couldn’t get enough of you, if he could he’d dive right inside your pussy. He feels like a dehydrated man lost in the desert for years, and your pussy was like water. His hands like magic plucking sweet sounds from you. He could easily spend every waking minute just like this.

Fighting back his urge to shove himself right in and also fighting back The Beast from taking control in this moment. The snarling getting louder and louder inside his head, too the point he felt it crushing everything inside. Until his vision went black.

Before you knew it you were being flipped onto your stomach, König’s big hand twisting you into position. He dragged your hips up and over his crotch, your bare pussy making a mess of his boxers. “Woah, big boy.” Is all you could get out before he was shoving your head into the pillows.

You felt his heavy cock against your ass, König dragged his boxer all the way down his legs and kicking them to somewhere in the room. You tried coming back up for air but was shoved down again followed by a serious of growling coming from König.

He gripped his cock, running it up and down your glistening folds. Making your hips buck forward anytime it caught on your sensitive clit. You tried looking back to get a good look at his cock but stopped when König growled out at you, a warning if you could call it that.

After lining himself up with your entrance, he began slowly pushing himself in. The stretch knocking the air from your lungs. All you could do was grip and claw at the blankets. A whine caught in your throat, making it way up to the surface. König pulled out a tad bit before he was pushing himself in again, inch by aching inch. He didn’t stop until he was mostly sheathed inside but leaving his knot out. Stopping to catch his breath and for the whine to rip out from your throat.

You tried wiggling your hips a little, to help with the odd angle. König’s hands came down on your ass, loud and stinging. Causing you to yelp and push forward, König cock slipping out a tad bit. But he was quick to follow, bullying his cock back into your sensitive and too tight of hole.

“König, please. It’s too much.” your muffled voice could barely be heard. But he still heard you, inhaling a deep breath before he began pumping in and out of you. Slow and deep but the more he rolled his hips into you the faster they became. His grip on your hips became bruising. You could feel the slight bulb of his knot, it was trying to make its way inside.

The force of his thrusts causing you to fall even more forward in the blankets, until your stomach was completely flush to the ground. König thighs anchored for leverage on either side of you. His heels digging into the ground. The Beast was fucking you just like you should be, like a bitch in heat. Breeding you like an Alpha should breed an Omega. Wishing he was in his true form but this human suit will do for now.

Your pussy was taking him so well, swallowing and squeezing his length. Gripping onto his cock, trying to hold it in place. At this point you were seeing stars, head spinning and mouth dry. Nothing but gasps, whimpered and moans leaving your mouth. You tried to push back on him a bit but he only grabbed your hand and held it to your lower back. Using it as an anchor to you, his grip on your hips loosened and using his other hand to rest near your head. Your mouth found his wrist, sucking on it lightly. König took the opportunity to shove his fingers in your mouth, making you suck them, tasting yourself.

König adjusted his position, resting on his feet instead of his knees. Using all his force to pound into you. Rutting his cock deep, hitting your poor cervix over and over. If you weren’t so turned on and in a bliss you would have noticed the building pain setting into your uterus. But you didn’t want it to stop. Pushing you hips back to meet König’s eager thrusts.

König pulled out, leaning back on his heels, flipping you around and pulling you to his cock. You sucked in so much air, filling your aching lungs. You were happy to not be face down anymore. Finally having a good view of the giant Alpha in front of you. König lifted your ass up and over his knees, still leaning back on his heels. Lining himself up again and pushing inside. Using your whole body to shove down on his cock. You got s good look at his size, you didn’t know how to fit inside you. The girth alone making you shake with panic.

You were squeezing him so tight, your pussy trying to milk him dry. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer. You looked up into his eyes, your own glassy and hazy. And his, well his were completely black. It scared you a bit, taking you off guard. Which only made your pussy squeeze him even more. All the animalistic noises coming from his chest. It sounded like a pack of dogs trying to break out. You reached up and held onto his face. Causing König to relax a bit, he let go of your aching hips and leaned over you. Using his own hips to push yours further over you. His mouth found yours, all teeth, nipping and licking.

His kisses were messy and sloppy, his eyes shut closed hard. Causing small wrinkles to form across his face. All you could do is hold on, while König pounded you into the floor.

König wasn’t going to last long, The Beast began to tire. His movements became a tad sloppy, he was so close. Gripping onto the floor, using it to help thrust into you harder. Your legs were shaking, and your muscles pleading for a break. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” It was the first time he spoke since he began eating your pussy. The Beast resided back into his mind, allowing König to finish the job. And it didn’t take long.

He nearly forgot about you under him, his orgasm hitting him like a sack of bricks. Popping his knot fully inside you for the first time. You could feel it inflating and plugged your hole. He leaned his head back, letting it wash over him. A growl ripped from his throat, deep and guttural. Causing the windows and doors to shake. His seed was hot as it flooded you, König was still slowly rolling his hips, chasing his high. His knot blocking any cum from leaking out, making sure it soaks into your womb.

His nose found your neck, sniffing in your scent. His tongue dragging over the scar, teasing the sensitive skin around it. You ran your fingers up and down his back, feeling every bulge of muscle. König let his teeth sink into your scar, opening it up again. It caused his own to tingle and burn. Fully bonding you together. He let his head completely fall, resting against the soft blankets below you. You still cling onto him, his cock buried to the hilt inside of you. His knot solid as a rock, not letting up one but.

Your slowly drew circles on his back, until you became overpowered by exhaustion and sleep. Letting your eyes close and your mind going blank.

König felt you drift off to sleep below him, his knot softening enough for him to pull out of you. He didn’t want any of his cum to go to waste. He moved you over in the nest, pulling the warm covers over your sleeping naked body. He rose from his feet and went to take a quick shower. Returning in nothing but a towel to dry his body off. Leaving his hair wet as he climbed back into the nest with you. Pulling you into his chest, the low pur that your like so much reverberating in the quiet room.

Days with König were long, you found yourself spending most days alone. You caught up on all your shows over the week you had off from work. You even read a few books. But none of that sated your desire to do something. When König was home he’d have you on your back with your legs around his shoulders. Making sure to service you anytime he could.

You enjoyed it but it got tiring fast. He wouldn’t let you leave but you had no intentions on it. After the first night in bed together, your first peak at The Beast. König apologized in the morning, running a hot bath for you to enjoy while he made breakfast. He tried so hard to keep him at bay but he took over which was alarming to him.

Unbeknownst to you König had your dingy little apartment packed up, and he broke your lease. Moving what he could into a storage unit for you to go through later and getting rid of the rest. He also took it upon himself to call up for place of work and put in your resignation letter. He saw no need for you to work, he made enough money to keep both of you happy.

All while you were tucked away in the penthouse. When you woke the next morning you found the place as clean as when you first walked in. Again it made your skin crawl, it didn’t feel like a home. You stayed away from the windows as the look down made your stomach roll. Most days when König arrived back home he’d find every curtain drawn closed.

He was giving you time to adjust, to get comfortable in your new space. You still weren’t allowed on the other side of the house. He kept all the doors locked, specially his office. After waking in the middle of the night a few days into your heat. You heard a few voices coming from that room,you could smell the scent they left when they walked in.

By now your heat was nearly gone, and you were feeling almost back to normal. You were eager to go back to work the next morning. You sat in the livingroom, watching another rerun of your favourite show. Waiting for König to arrive from where ever he leaves to. You didn't know much about him, he didn't talk about himself a lot. Any question you did have were met with vaugr short word answers. You guessed it was for the better.

It was very late into the night when König finally got home. Hearing the door open and click closed. Followed by his heavy footsteps and his delicious sent wafting into the penthouse. "What are you still doing up?" his accent was thick tonight. "I was waiting for you." you said while yawning, stretching you arms out. "Well wasn't that sweet of you." König came to the couch, picking you up and setting you in his lap.

"I wanted to talk." you were playing with his necklace he wore, dog tags, he called him once. "About?" König stopped your fidgeting hand and brought it to his mouth, giving each finger a little kiss. "Well tomorrows my first day back to work. And you still haven't replaced my phone. I've already been stressing about all the missed calls and emails I've been-" you began but were cut off. "Your not going back to work." he said it so casual, taking interest in the dumb show you were watching instead of what you were saying.

He felt you still in his arms, looking down to see you glaring at him. "What?" he asked. "I'm going back to work." was all you said. König rolled his eyes, he hated when you picked fights. And you did it often, over small things he found irrelevant. "I said no, Omega. Plus I already let them know." he tried to play with you hair but was met with a slap to his hand. "You what!" you pushed yourself off of him, shoving his hands away that tired to stop you. "Please tell me you joking. Haha, funny!" you were panicking now.

Pacing back and forth in front of him. Your scent turned sour and it stung König's nostrils. "You don't need to work love." he tried to stop you, to make you sit but you kept moving just out of his reach. "I can't believe this." you threw your hands in the air. "And you didn't even answer the question about my phone." you pointed at him. "It's on the way, don't worry about it." he didn't understand your reaction.

You should be happy that you didn't have to work, he's your Alpha, he's supposed to take care of you. "König, you can't just change my whole life without telling me." you stood in his way, blocking his view of the TV. "I guess this is a bad time to tell you that I broke your lease." he knew it was a bad time but better than later. "What!" you screamed. You hands coming out to try and hit him but he just grabbed you and oulled your skirming body into his. "It's good Omega." he was trying to calm you down, releasing the our from his chest. "Oh no you don't." you managed to break free. "Your crazy, fucking crazy. How could you think that was ok to do, and not tell me." you were fuming. "I did tell you-" he tried to explain. "Shut up." you yelled back.

You stormed off towards the hallway that led to your bedroom. König got up, leaving the TV playing as he followed you like a lost pup. Before he could make his way to the bedroom you slammed the door in his face, turning the lock quick. König sighed in frustration, knowing that it was going to be a long night. And all he wanted to do was cuddle and maybe play with your pussy a bit. But now he's sitting outside his bedroom door, like a dog thrown out.

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pupkashi · 1 year

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the jjk boys getting jealous

including gojo satoru, nanami kento, fushiguro megumi, itadori yuji, inumaki toge, okkotsu yuta, fushiguro toji,

a/n: hi hi !! hope u are all well and thank you guys for the requests sorry it took so long i hope you’ll enjoy ,, not super proud of them but feedback is very appreciated !!!

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warnings: majority of them are a bit suggestive i think that’s about it

— gojo satoru !

he tells himself he isn’t the jealous type, who could compete where they don’t compare?

will absolutely shove any jealousy he might feel deep deep down and cover it up with cockiness (he hates when you learn to read him like a book because now it’s just a dead give away)

anytime you do get flirted with or hit on he’ll watch happily as you reject them

most of the time he’ll stroll on over and snake his arms around you, kissing you with a smile on his face, making sure to make the smooch sound loud enough for the other person to hear

he’ll be a bit more handsy than usual, clinging to you and doting on you for a bit longer than usual

he’ll be possessive for a bit when he gets you alone, nipping at your skin and kissing you until your head spins and you’re chasing his lips out of sheer need

then his cockiness will fade away, his insecurities rattling around in his head, you’d notice it quickly, taking his face in your hands and making his eyes meet yours

“satoru” your voice was firm and he knew he was caught, his stomach hurt a bit, “talk to me lover”

he’d try to laugh it off, saying he’s perfectly fine, but after a beat of silence he’d frown, his bright blue eyes darting down to where your hands intertwined

“just got a bit jealous, made me think maybe you deserve a life without me” a soft mumble, “also fucking hated that guy checking you out i wanted to rip his damn head off” he grumbled

you’d give him all the reassurance he needs, holding him close for the rest of the night, you even let him be the little spoon

he’d fall asleep with a small smile on his face, your fingers carding through his snowy hair mumbling on about a show you were watching

gojo realized he didn’t have to be jealous, not when you’re both so madly in love with each other, not when he knew it was going to be forever with you

— nanami kento !

he doesn’t get jealous very often, he’s confident in your relationship and he knows nothing could break the love the two of you have for each other

when he does get jealous however he will absolutely scare the hell out of the other person trying to flirt with you

he’s stare at them from behind you with his arms across his chest, muscles straining against his the rolled up sleeves of his button up

his eyes would narrow at any comment they’d make, but he knew you could handle yourself

“wanna go out sometime?” cockiness in their voice, you could hear kento scoff

“kento what do you think, you wanna go out to dinner with this hot shot?” his lips would turn up into a smile, shaking his head

“I’m alright my love, I would love to break their nose for checking you out though” his voice was deep and their eyes would go wide, walking away from the two of you

when you’d get home he would press a gentle kiss to your lips, his eyes fluttering closed as you laid on his chest

“my love?” you’d hum in response, opening your eyes and sitting up when he didn’t reply immediately, “what’s wrong honey?

he’d look at you for a bit, taking in all your features before looking away as he spoke, “you’re all mine, right?”

you didn’t hesitate to reassure him, holding him close to you, “only yours my love, and you’re all mine”

the rest of the night was spent between cuddles and giggles, only drifting to sleep when the sun was coming up

nanami didn’t care, not when you looked so beautiful in his arms and his heart was full knowing he was the only person to see you like this

— fushiguro megumi !

acts like absolute nothing is wrong, has a little scowl and pout on his face whenever you’re getting hit on but he tries his best to hide it

he makes it a bit obvious when he joins your side, clearing his throat and pulling you to his side, he eyes the person, his gaze unwavering and intimidating

“this is my boyfriend megumi” you smile, unaware of the persons flirting attempts

megumis eyes would narrow at the person, causing them to walk the other way because the dark haired sorcerer is flexing his biceps and they do not stand a chance in a fight against him

he’d turn to you, kissing your cheek, “let’s get out of here yeah?” you’d nod, the two of you saying goodbye to any friends present and heading out

the second the door closed to your shared apartment he was all over you, pressing kisses to any exposed skin possible

“you’re mine, only mine, you got it?” his voice was deep and it sent chills down your spine

“wanted to beat that guy up for looking at you like you were a piece of meat” the words came out as almost a growl, “doesn’t he know you’re only mine to have?”

your knees were weak and you’re glad his arms were holding you up against the wall, your head spinning as he left marks along your neck, vision blurring as he pressed kisses to the sweet spot on your neck

“I’m only yours gumi” your voice was a bit shaky and it made him smile against your skin, pulling away and placing a much more gentler, loving kiss to your lips

“let’s go get ready for bed” he’d whisper and you’d nod, smiling as he carried you to the room, setting you gently on the bed before running the warm water for your shower

when you joined him in bed he’d held you close to him, kissing the top of your head as the two of you talked about your day

he’d say something stupid and you’d burst into a fit of giggles, your cheeks flushed and he smiled at the sound, pressing a kiss on your cheeks

any jealousy he felt fizzled away as his love for you nestled it’s way further into his heart, at the end of the day you were only his, you he was all yours <3

— itadori yuji !

doesn’t get jealous because he doesn’t know when someone’s flirting with you

he’d join them in complimenting you, “right? my y/n is just so beautiful and smart im so luck to have them” confused as to why the other person is staring at him in complete shock

“yuji is my boyfriend” you’d state, grabbing his hand and pulling him closer to you, he’d only smile widely, kissing you happily

when he does catch onto another person flirting he gets very possessive

he’d stare at them with his jaw clenched, friendly eyes now narrowed and dark, his fists clenched at his sides and he’s just waiting for an excuse to punch them in the face

“how about i take you out and show you what it’s like to be with a real man” yuji didn’t even let you reply, placing you behind him and shoving the guy backwards

“or how about you stop flirting with other people’s partners you fucking asshat” his voice low and you could tell any comment would set him off

“yuji let’s go home, okay?” your voice was sweet and his gaze softened when his eyes landed on you, nodding as you grabbed his hand and led him away from the other man

if the other guy made the mistake of saying something about you as you walked away, yuji would slip out of your grip, punch the guy square in the face and rejoin you like nothing happened

he’d pepper your face with kisses when you got home, apologizing to you for letting his emotions get the best of him

“got a bit jealous i guess,” he’d mumble and you’d smile, your cheeks flushed and you shook your head

“you’ve got nothing to get jealous of, there’s no one i want besides you” he’d giggle at your words, tackling you with a hug and spending the night in each others arms

if he did punch the guy you’d definitely make out with him heavily because of how hot he looked

— inumaki toge !

doesn’t get jealous very often, but when he does he will wreak havoc if given the opportunity

toge was waiting outside of your lecture hall, a smile on his face when he spotted you, but it quickly fell when he noticed your classmate making your giggle as you walked towards him

“I’m having a kick back at my place this weekend if you wanna come” he smiled, trying his best to charm you, toge rolled his eyes

“I’ll see what toge says” you reply with a smile, your classmate bumped your shoulder, “you should come by yourself, we could spend some time just me and you”

“shut up” toge growled, his jealousy getting the best of him as your classmates mouth shut, you looked at your boyfriend with wide eyes

“toge!” he’d shrug his shoulders, smiling at you sweetly before pressing a kiss to your cheek, “tuna tuna” he mumbled, his eyes starring daggers at your friend

he was flirting with you, he’s lucky i didn’t do anything worse he signed to you and you gasped at your boyfriends words

“cmon be nice baby” you smiled, and toge rolled his eyes, looking at your friend, he debated punching him for trying to hit on you but he figured he’d play nice today

“leave, now” your friend walked away quickly and toge snaked his arm around your waist, the two of you walking towards his car to drive home

“you don’t have to get jealous” you smiled once you were in the car, toge scoffed, “fish flakes” he denied his feelings and your smile only grew

“you were! why else would you use cursed speech on him?” he froze a bit as he realized he was caught, he remained silent until you arrived home

when the door closed you grabbed his jacket collar, unzipping it quickly and pressing your lips to his, he felt his knees buckle a bit at the sheer fervor of your kiss, quickly moving his lips against yours

“I’m all yours toge” you whispered, your boyfriend whimpered a bit, his jealousy from earlier resurfacing as he growled a bit

“say it again” his voice was deep, you felt goosebumps as the words left him, your mouth opening and repeating your words

toge left love bites all over your neck and chest, being sure to make them visible for your classmate to see the next time he saw you

he doesn’t get jealous often, but you pity the person who tries to flirt with you when your lover is with you

— okkotsu yuta !

tries his best to never get jealous, he thinks it’s such an ugly emotion

sometimes however he can’t help himself when you’re talking to his best friend and you’ve got crinkles by your eyes as toge explained something to you

he tells himself to calm down, that you loved only him and surely his best friend wasn’t hitting on you

but the second he heard that cute little giggle leave your lips he was next to you, excusing the both of you and dragging you where no one could hear the two of you

at first he’d just look at you, his eyes full of worry, then he’d feel so many emotions at once he can’t pinpoint what he feels but he knows he just wants to remind you that you’re only him

wordlessly he presses his lips against yours, your mouths moving in sync, his arm wrapping around your waist and holding you tightly against him

“you’re mine, right baby? only mine” he wanted it to sound like a question, but he spoke in a firm, dee voice and your head was spinning from the kiss you’d just shared

you only nodded, chasing his lips for more as he looked at you with a small smile

it’s only later in the day you realize yuta was jealous, and though you tease him a bit you make sure to reassure him there’s no one else in the world you could love

he’d blush and try to deny his feelings, only to have them resurface a bit when thinking about it, you’d only smile and pepper kisses on his face, telling him however many times it took that it was only ever gonna be him <3

you made sure to show him just how much you loved him

— fushiguro toji !

pretty confident in himself but he does get jealous pretty easily

absolutely hates seeing anyone check you out or flirt with you and he will immediately choose violence

“who the fuck do you think you are?” he’d scoff, using his build and height to his advantage, his arm was snaked around your waist as he sized the guy up

“you think my y/n wants you? be serious” he’d laugh, grabbing the guy by the collar and growling at him, “get the fuck out of my sight before i beat the shit out of you”

“don’t you think that was a bit much baby?” your voice was sweet and he almost felt his anger dissipating when his eyes landed on your pretty face

“maybe these assholes just don’t realize who you belong to” he growled, he pulled you closer to him, his lips pressing harshly against yours and you could only whimper as he made your head spin

his lips grazed your ear, goosebumps rising on your skin as he chuckled dryly, “gotta show them you’re only mine doll face”

he wasted no time in taking your hand and finding a secluded corner, leaving a mark on your neck and kissing you until you ran out of breath

“toji please” your voice was small and he smiled, “darling have some decency we’re in public” you rolled your eyes as you tangled your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck

“then let’s go home so you can make me yours” you whispered in his ear, grinning when you heard him groan

he wasted no time in dragging you out of the club and into the car, speeding all the way home just to shove you against the wall and make you tell him you’re only his

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monsterinmyboxers · 1 year

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I ask of you kind sir, I beg. Please do bottom ghost with a shorter reader and weaker but still absolutely recks ghost in bed. 👏👀

⠀⠀ wrecked.

pairing. simon ‘ghost’ riley x top male reader.

author’s note. what

content. established relationship, size difference, praise, fingering, handsfree orgasm.

the fact that you had to look up at simon never bothered you, or that he could tear you in half, or that he teases you about your height compared to his.

none of it matters, because despite being half his size, you know how to break him, and how to piece him back together. you’ve repeated the process enough times to become an expert.

you know where his most sensitive parts are, how to make his thighs shake, how to make him come fast. people wouldn’t think so at first glance, but simon is vulnerable. especially when he’s naked.

you leave so many marks, that no one but you will ever have the honor to see. you put him in so many embarrassing positions, and he lets you. he could get out anytime he wants, but never does because why would he? you know what you’re doing, you know what makes him feel good.

you could make him cry if you wanted to, make him wail and sob. you have, many times before. during your first time, your skill overwhelmed him. you were so nice, too. praising, worshipping him. he couldn’t stop the tears from falling down his cheeks. you did, though, kissing them away, then kissing along his lids to catch the droplets stuck in his eyelashes.

you had him wrapped around your finger, figuratively and literally, hole clenching around your digits. leaning against a wall, the only thing that kept him standing, taking each of your fingers so well. he was a mess, legs trembling, taking his mask off so he could breathe properly, hair and face paint all fucked up. you, on the other hand, were merely resting your chin on his chest, looking up at him with a shit eating grin.

oh, he hated how much he loved that look. his hands are on each side of your neck, wanting to rip your head off, but instead caressing your jaw with his thumbs. at times, he leans down, kissing you to take away that smirk for a while. but, despite his efforts, he could feel the smile on your lips as your mouths collide.

“wanna make you come,” you mutter between kisses, pulling away completely before continuing. “just from my fingers.” simon only nods, hips stuttering as he grinds down onto your palm. his pants were ragged, not even noticing how drool escapes the corner of his mouth, trailing down to his jaw and further.

his knees start to give out, you giving a quick slap to his hip and he straightens up once more. he’d murmur apologies, each one greeted with reassurance, and kisses peppering his shoulder.

so beautiful, he was, but especially in this moment. his eyes, half lidded, brimmed with tears, still looking at you through blurred vision. he whimpers, fucking whimpers your name. he was close, the slight waver in his voice made that obvious. that hardly noticeable hint was understood by you in an instant. you knew him so well, it was almost scary.

your wrist moved quickly, before your fingers buried themselves as deep as possible, abusing his prostate. that, he couldn’t take, stuttering out warnings before coming onto both of your torsos. you’d continue to massage his insides, just for a few seconds more, prolonging his orgasm before finally pulling out. you grip the meat of his ass before moving down to his thighs, kneading the toned flesh.

“sweet boy. you did so good f’ me.” he leans onto you, with his full weight, and luckily — despite being weaker than him — you could still support him with enough effort. the adoration proceeds, while you allow him to rest a bit while walking you both towards your bedroom.

#drabbles by jj #male reader #x male reader #simon ‘ghost’ riley #simon ‘ghost’ riley x male reader #call of duty #dom male reader #top male reader

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ameraincandy · 4 months

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--𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨!

Synopsis: The genshin boys & their catgirl behind closedoors~

!tw!: nsfw, mentions of smoking, mentions of the forbidden leaf, mentions of high and venti being a crackhead and consuming catnip.

Characters-! Kazuha, Venti

Author's note: finally back from being sick! Can't wait to post again<3

Seriously, what was he thinking about bringing a random girl from the streets onto his home?

Alright maybe he does have to admit that you were easy on the eye...yet imagine his surprise when he saw you sprout cat ears and a tail while rummaging through his refrigerator for that tuna sandwich he was going to have for dinner! So either way; he doesn't have the heart to throw you out, so he opted to keep you instead. It wasn't going to be easy that's for sure...but at least he would have his own “fun” punishing you.

| 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡! 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚 🎀

Not only did you have a reliable master- a pretty one too at that!

Although it does add the burden of fending off unwanted admirers who stink up his scent! Can't he see that those hussies are just a waste of his time? He has to realize that they're not the ones who wait an absurd amount of time for him to come home after he disappears to the strange hell that's college! Seriously, Kazuha doesn't know how selfish he's being by leaving his kitty unattended all alone with only the various gifts he spoiled her. Why, only his catgirl can definitely take on the weird punishments that her master seems to enjoy implementing...

Yet- speaking of punishments, surely Kazuha wouldn't get upset over seeing his ruined thesis paper ripped on the floor...it was just the heat of the moment after seeing one of those floozies right at his door to seemingly deliver the papers he left.

Yeah right, like hell you could believe that! Those girls are just there to throw themselves onto your master! Annd... before you could notice, said thesis is ripped in pieces. Maybe he wouldn't get mad, after all he makes a ton of those papers, surely one being destroyed wouldn't hurt right?

NSFW under this!

The jingling of keys could be heard along with a click on the door to reveal a somewhat disheveled Kazuha inviting himself in your shared apartment; placing a hand on his hair to push it back lazily before calling out to you in a daze.

“Kitty? Are you-yawn...still awake perhaps?“ Upon hearing your master softly call your name, your cat ears perked up as the bell on your choker toiled to make your presence known to him, greeting him with a warm hug all the while stirring him awake, yet making him melt in the hug with a soft sigh.

“I'm here!~ Welcome home Kazuha, It must've been a tiresome day for you hmm..?“

While in the embrace of an innocent hug, you mischievously smothered him in your breasts with the intention to not only wipe off the stench of other girls on his clothes, but to also distract him from seeing the ruined thesis paper on the floor! Aside from your internal panic, Kazuha could clearly see past the excuses of affection that you were showing him in...But he couldn't deny the growing arousal of his from the touch of your soft body, chuckling on the side of your nape.

“Dearest, what are you hiding from me...?“

Kazuha just loved teasing you to the tip of his cock heart, seeing your flustered reactions really was the highlight of his college days and even brightened up some of his stressful weeks of the semester, and he's certainly planning on not stopping anytime soon so to further incite panic on his cute kitty girl, Kazuha pulled himself away from your chest and places himself onto your shoulder, earning to hear a well-deserved squeal out of you as he playfully makes several clicks with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh dear, have you been misbehaving in my absence? You know I don't tread lightly with any misdemeanor of yours...“

The pitch in his voice steeped to a low octave as the loving grip on your waist began to harshly mark crescendos in the flesh, restraining your movements as he led you to the door of his bedroom, a sinister smile growing on Kazuha's lips as he hushed your panic cries.

”Shhh shh...stop trying to resist, you deserve this don't you..?” Kazuha brazenly wiped the tears from your weeping form as a dark seductive laugh escapes from his lips, coming from such a mesmerizing face and flowery words...you hadn't noticed that Kazuha already unlocked the bedroom door and you swiftly landed on his bed.

By then, what snapped you awake was the apparent sound of clothes ripping and the wide physical shock from seeing your master already placed in between your legs, biting and sucking so harshly on the supple flesh that you're sure blood would appear.

“K-kazuha haah...! sniff enough please! It hurts!...hic- sssso much! Ssssoso!-“ You wail a panicked cry on deaf ears as Kazuha slapped your exposed clit with an amused smile, tutting at your whining.

“Ah ah ahhh~ you know that isn't my name in this situation, say it correctly and I just might go gentle for tonight's punishment...♡“

Kazuha playfully mused as he briefly blew a wisp of cold air on your exposed cunt, causing you to shiver violently from the sensation with a yelp.

“M-mreow Hah! Master! P-please go gentle on me~“ You mewled desperately that you haven't felt your fluffy cat tail wrap around his wrist that delayed another teasing on your puffy clit, to Kazuha's distaste.

“You disappoint me kitten...haven't I told you to stop resisting? Enticing me with that sweet voice of yours won't make things better either...” Kazuha sighed before cruelly plunging three fingers inside your vulva with no warning. Before you could even realize the tears swelling in your eyes, all you felt was the painful stretch of his slender fingers inside your gummy walls. The bed then creaked slightly as Kazuha adjusted himself on your pathetic form to nibble on your fluffy cat ears to his liking.

“Come now and caress those pretty nipples of yours to encourage my fingers to start moving, that's what you want don't you?” Followed by a shaky nod, your hands started to toy with your perky nipples to feel your master finally, finally! thrust those three fingers of his inside you, sliding just right to your tight squishy walls while gradually coating his fingers in your slick...even picking up the pace a bit by thrusting in and out of your pussy.

”Ahh..ah! Fuck! Y-yes yesyes! Ooh! Right there m-master i'm...hahh..so close!“ You moaned in relief as you've begun to roughly tug and squeeze your nipples in an attempt to ease the impending orgasm for that night and the sinful noises of Kazuha's fingers squelching inside of you wasn't helping with your embarrassment either. Oh well, at least he was fingerfucking you so damn good that you could barely comprehend the dirty talk Kazuha was whispering in your ear...and after a few harsh thrusts, a moan was ripped out of your throat as you let out your orgasm, causing you to cream so much around his fingers.

While you were preoccupied twitching intensely underneath him, you felt your master pull his three fingers outside of you with a string of your essence present as he grinded his clothed erection on your bare pussy with a lazy grin.

”Fuck...that was hot of you, my love...open wide~”

Kazuha then nudges the corner of your mouth open with his thumb to allow access his three fingers to rest snugly on your tongue with the taste of your sweet-salty cum overfilling your taste buds...you swear you would see the twisted expression of affection Kazuha is showing if it weren't for the sensation of his fingers shoving you open.

| 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫! 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢 🍀

Leave it to the fun professor of the Monstadt Department to get high with his cat-well er...catgirl. Jokes aside, Venti is a doting master to you almost frequently, despite your ironic contrast of being the responsible one in this living arrangement. Yet every once in a while, he forgets your constant scolding of his reckless behavior when he gets carried away with unwinding~

NSFW under this!

Dear god, if only you knew the devious shit he had planned for the both of you that day you would've shut the door on his face when he came home after a day at his University but to your reluctance, it was already too late for that when you found yourself sat on his lap with his lips hurriedly scattering kisses on your neck while you shakily lit up the rolled-up cigarette in his hand. While Venti; of course who noticed your nervousness began to take advantage of it by fiddling with the hem of your flimsy underwear, in the midst of his advances you winced from the sensation as you didn't even notice Venti's harsh sucking omit from your neck.

“Haah, you put on a facade as if you're not enjoying it~“ Venti nibbled hurriedly on the shell of your cat ear before swiftly taking away the lit-up cigarette off your hands with a soft inhale.

Although your cheeks were flushed, you still scoffed at that cocky accusation of your head turned away with a haughty pout;

“You leave me no choice, If I left you alone, only god knows the things you would- nffmph?!”

Alas, before your master could hear another harsh scolding from you; he was quick to slot his cigarette in between your lips instead.

“cough- cough! What the f...aAh~” Venti who let out a soft shush to your whining, encourages you to inhale while nudging his knee into your clothed cunt sensually by swaying side to side against your drenched clit...chuckling slightly from how your slick leaked so much through his knee. You, on the other hand can start to feel the effects of the drug start to take in with the helpful pointers from your teacher~♡

With a swift exhale out of the cigarette in between Venti's fingertips, you leaned into his slender chest while grinding back onto his knee, while the room continues to smell like sex by the evident sounds of your panting growing louder by adjusting to the rhythm on his lap to satisfy the underlying urge your instincts were screaming at you to fulfill.

“Shit- That's my windblume...F-fuck i need to-“

Venti swallowed your moans with an intense kiss as he allowed you to continue grinding your weeping cunt onto his evident hard-on before getting you off his lap to throw your back on the couch, wiping away the drool from his mouth to abruptly lift your leg over his shoulder to continue pressing against your now-drenched pussy.

“My snobbish kitten looks so vulnerable under me...you look perfect this way...“

Venti muffled his moans in between your neck as you felt his throbbing cock slip out of his boxers- adding more sensation to this high of yours and not a second more, you could see the self-restraint in his demeanor slip away with every quick inhale he took out of his cigarette.

“I-i can't hold back anymore...“ Venti panted in your ear before biting his lip so harshly that it threatened to spill red, accompanied by the feeling of his experienced hands straddling your hips that sent shivers down your spine as he briskly thrusted his engorged tip against your outer pussy lips, bottoming out completely with a gutteral groan. "M-master... fuck! it hurts-!" You immediately clasped your arms around Venti's back to dig in your sharp nails onto his skin effectively marking bright red-crescendos on your owner just as he wanted due to the fact that Venti's thrusts against your pussy started to reach deeper places inside of you...His lips omitting a puff of smoke onto your face before quickly asserting his ownership over your tongue and- wait, was that the taste of catnip on his lips? Venti could only chuckle between your lips at your bewildered expression; "You know I- shit...wasn't sure if catgirls like you could get high off regular weed...so I-" Venti pulled away from your enticing lips with a string of saliva glossing over as he paused his words to focus on the tight squeeze of your cunt, hitching his self-restraint to the best of his ability to prevent shooting ribbons of his cum inside you too soon~

"So I- purchased some catnip as a precaution..!- ah, lucky for me however..." You found his slender fingers wander to your chin, lifting it slightly to present his predatory gaze over yours, a smile that could only hold desire for his one and only pet.

"Your lewd moans in a chorus of a sweet melody deserves praise from her teacher hmm..?" You could only continue to claw harder against Venti's back to let him know your response as you start to feel his hips relenting it's pace-

”f-fuck wait- windblume...! S-SHIT!“ -and with a sharp thrust, Venti released globs of his cum with a whine as your walls convulsed around Venti's cock warmly as you started to tighten up around him to milk him for what he's worth...Yeah, you're sure as hell that Venti is going to be late for his prof class... Although maybe you'll give his scolding later~

#genshin imapct #genshin x you #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin imagines #back from the dead #tw smoking #tw drugs #tw smut #kazuha x reader #kazuha x you #venti x reader #venti x you #genshin venti #genshin kazuha #genshin impact smut

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𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐟𝐭

pairing(s); jj maybank x male!reader,

summary; from chasing gold, running from authority, and having having more near death experiences than you should at your age you and jj was as thick as thieves it was unfortunate that he couldn’t quite fully commit to you or his true current self —kinktober day; 25—

word count; 800+

warning(s); smut, kisses, hickeys, angst, homophobe luke maybank, hoping for the impossible, you both are 18 🤸🏾‍♀️, and language

A/n:—GIFs; @fdastory & @sarahmichellesgellar— I missed a day so two fics today because I’m quite literally getting over a concussion 💀 (GIFs do not determine race of r)

It was sacred to say the least, but that’s what it should’ve been. It’s what it was at the end of the day How could you be explain JJ Maybank to someone who’d never faced him before in less than three words it was simple; loyal, curious, and the love of your life

until he wasn’t

The blondes on top of you prepping kisses down your neck occasionally leaving a bruise that would darken by the morning time when the sun came up allowing the bloomed ladybugs and butterflies in your stomach time to rest from their continuous flying and fluttering, to give your lively heart a break from its abnormal accelerating while it beats against your ribs in your chest it’s gonna beat out, it’s gonna rip out your skin and jump into his hands while he will stares down at it and you wait to see if he’ll engulf it into him accept it as a part of him, or if he would drop it in disgust.

“You’re so pretty baby… such a pretty boy, my pretty boy” JJ whispers while you’re groaning at the phrase the sound of your pleasure going straight down to his cock that was buried into you the own head of your length red and angry looking leaking pre cum from your slit your warm walls are wrapped around him mixed cum rimmed around both of your stretched holes a reminder how you absolutely rocked his shit fucked him like you hated his guts until the very end until it was his turn to bring you back down to earth with his slow and deep thrust that edged the tip of your prostate

“F-fuck, don’t talk like that or I’m g’nna cum” You were panting out of breath like a dog in heat and the pale skinned boy could feel your erection lying flat against his stomach while he was atop of your figure when he felt the flat of your palms pressed against him fondling his ass in your hold mirroring your wolf like grin stomach dropping before picking up again until you begin to feel your chords chip off piece by piece indicating you were close and you could tell the blonde was too by his sudden needs to be vocal while his hip stuttered there rut into you causing you to move your fingers up the bottom half of his lower body those blue eyes that reflected the Ocean nowhere to be seen while he tucked his face in your neck hiding in your warmth needy voices that demanded your attention traveling right up to your ear drum while you took control of the blondes hips grinding him against yourself goosebumps the sizes of dimes appearing on your skin until you felt hot ropes shooting up into you and with a clenched of your hole your cum covered the blondes stomach

You both sat there panting making no mover to get up anytime soon you press a kiss to JJs grown out mane stray pieces of hair sticking to his sleek covered forehead while he didn’t same to you neck occasionally running his teeth over your pulse point making you shiver while his cock was plunged into you locking in his cum that had yet to spill from your depth basking in the peaceful comforting silence until you heard the front door swing open and JJ felt how you tensed under him and he moved barely an inch to lie his head on your chest it made you deflate just a little yet it was enough for him

“JJ!” The rough voice of his father carried through the house and he squeezed his eyes shut before yelling back a sound of acknowledgement the drunk mumbling about his footsteps rummaging around the house until they stopped abruptly probably when he crashed on the couch you try not to smile at him overcoming it by not hiding you going to kiss his pink plump lips but of course, a second spoke too soon.

“We can’t” He grumbled getting up from his position on top of you to sit beside you and you sat up suit your arms resting on your knees as you sight turned gaze fixed to him

“Why not?” It was a true, honest, question you had why couldn’t you kiss outside of having sex why could he tell Luke to go fuck himself on anything other he had negative to say or tried to put input on a decision in his life yet went hush puppy when it came to you it made you sick as you watched those piercing electric orbs stare into you

“I wish you were a girl”

Took me like 3 years to fully commit and stop being a pussy to writing a male reader

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toomuchracket · 7 months

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sneaking out (matty x reader smut)

day 15 of promptober, and part 2 of this blurb i really liked! this isn't actually part of any of my established universes (shocking, i know), and it's the first time i've ever written any sort of sub/switchy matty, but fear not - the toomuchracket staples of him being simpy as fuck and some secret pining are present! basically, you haven't seen your old fwb in a minute, and neither of you can resist leaving the main event for a chance to reconnect... it's filthy, hope you enjoy <3

"matty, babe, do you actually know where you're going?"

"haven't a fucking clue, sweetheart," comes matty's cheerful reply, as he tugs you through the doorway out of the main exhibition. with a look to the right then the left to make sure you're both alone, your back is suddenly pressed against the cold wall, matty's hands are at the back of your head, and his lips are on yours.

fuck. you've missed this. you tell matty as much - gasping for air between words, clinging to his shoulders just to keep yourself tethered to reality - and he smiles and says he has, too. it's an odd association, but his eyes remind you of melting chocolate when he says it. warm. comforting. inviting. sweet.

you don't tell him that, though, because he'd (rightfully) rip the piss out of you. instead, you make a little kissy face, and preen internally at the speed and enthusiasm with which matty kisses you again. his hands flatten, gliding over the expanse of your velvet-covered back and down the contours of your hips, before suddenly gripping your bum. the motion shocks a moan from your lips, and matty smiles against them as he uses his grip on you to push the fronts of your bodies together.

he's hard.

your ego skyrockets so quickly it threatens to break the sound barrier. four years apart, and you can still make matty healy pop a boner after only three kisses? incredible. you feel yourself smiling - no, smirking - into his lips, hand trailing down his suited body to scope out your handiwork.

matty groans as you touch him, pulling away from your lips to talk. he grins cutely, at total odds with the kneading routine his hands are doing on your arse. "i really wasn't kidding when i said i'd missed you."

you open your mouth, and the name escapes it before you even have time to think about what it might mean. "good boy."

"oh, fuck," matty whines, burying his head in the crook of your neck. he presses little kisses to the skin there and across your exposed collarbone, savouring the trace of your (familiar) perfume under his lips. despite the fact you're flush against him, his hips seem to grind of their own accord against yours; anytime there's a hint of friction, matty's breath shakes.

in short, you've fucked him up. big-time. and isn't that just delicious?

"mmm, baby," you moan, half from how hot his reaction is and half from how good his kisses - now trailing towards the plunging neckline of your dress - feel. with just enough pressure that he groans against you again, your nails rake up matty's back and entangle themselves in his curls. when you tug on them, he bites down on the exposed side of your tit with a whine; he soothes you with his tongue, while you soothe him with soft circles on his scalp. "have you missed being a good boy for me?"

matty nods against you, but it's not enough. you pull him back up by the hair to look at you, and jesus fucking christ, what a sight he is to behold. his lips and cheeks are both bright red, his jaw is dropped and quivering slightly, and the beautiful chocolate warmth of his eyes is almost invisible, so dilated with lust for you are his pupils.

he looks fucked, and you've barely touched him.

the mere sight of him is enough to get you (more) wet. you could give up now, pull him into another room with something you can bend over, let him flip up your dress and ease the presumably agonising pressure in his trousers. it would be good for both of you, great, even, you know that firsthand.

but you're having too much fun taunting him to give up now, so you keep one hand in his hair, and ghost the nails of the other one down matty's face to hold his jaw. "need you to use your words for me, gorgeous."

matty nods vigorously. "missed it so much, missed you so much. haven't been good for anyone else."

"only me?"

"only you."

and you believe him. it took a while - almost two years, out of the four you were… whatever you were - for you to get through to matty that it feels good to relinquish control sometimes, so you're not totally surprised he hasn't done it with anyone else. a weird cocktail of emotions washes over you: pride, and satisfaction, yeah, with a hint of affection, and then a bitter melancholic aftertaste. he was never yours, in the traditional exclusive sense, but at least you have that tiny little bit of ownership and power and claim over him.

no. you can't let feelings get in the way of this arrangement.

not again.

you force out a smile, which does actually become genuine when you consider the way matty's looking at you. he's doe-eyed, desperate… and it's all for you. that makes you happy.

and you want to make him happy, too. but first, you want to kiss him again, so you do. he returns it with aplomb, cradling the back of your spinning head and moaning into your mouth.

matty whines when you break the kiss, but he shuts up the noises of complaint when you start to unbutton his shirt, crouching and kissing down his chest as you go. "sweetheart, what are you doing?"

you look up at him, all blinking eyes and curls falling over his face. fuck, he really is beautiful, especially like this. "rewarding my good boy," you say, as innocently as you can muster, while you pull your dress up over your knees and settle onto them on the marble floor. "if he wants me to, that is."

"he does," comes the groaning reply from above you.

"good. missed having you in my mouth, sweet boy," you smile as you unbutton matty's trousers. pulling them and his boxers down just enough to free his mouth-wateringly hard cock, you lick over his hip tattoo with a flat tongue to tease him, before working your hand over where he needs you most. the noise he makes is heavenly. "i'd brace yourself on the wall, if i was you, baby."

matty's no sooner done as you advise before you're dragging your tongue up the underside of him and sucking his tip into your mouth. "shit!" he hisses, turning to use his own arm to muzzle himself.

the motion reminds you that you're still in public, and a rush of heat hits your core alongside the realisation hitting your brain. huh. that's new. although, you think, maybe the public aspect is less sexy just because you might get caught, and more so because you might get caught specifically with matty. for a brief moment, someone else might know he's at least somewhat yours.

that's a can of worms to be opened another time, though. and if you do get caught… you at least want it to be good. so, you take a deep breath and then more of matty into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as much as possible as you suck him off. he whines your name into his arm as you do, and it takes everything in you not to slide the hand not wrapped around the base of his cock into your underwear and get yourself off too. this is about him, right now. you'll have your fun later. you know it. you know matty.

besides, his knees are jerking so much that they might give in at any second, so you wrap your free arm around one to keep matty steady. he whispers a thank you in between his breathy moans, and you look up at him and wink in response; he giggles, pretty face cracking into a beautiful, albeit exhausted smile, and you can't help but giggle back around his cock. the vibration seems to rocket right through his body and leaves it as a choked moan, which only eggs you on further - with a final squeeze of his base, you wrap your other arm around his other leg, and use the leverage to slowly take even more of him into your mouth and throat.

the effect it has on matty is visceral. you can't look up to see his face, but if you had, you would've watched his jaw drop a full beat before the throaty groan left it. on some sort of base instinct, his hands fly to your head; as soon as his fingertips brush your hair, though, matty jerks them back with a series of whimpers. "m'sorry, i didn't mean it, i won't do it again, i'll be good."

you didn't even have to remind him of the rules. bless him. you reach up to grab matty's hand, rubbing what you think are comforting circles into the skin as you continue to suck him off; you want to calm him down before you take him out of your mouth.

still, though, he panics slightly as you slide off his cock with a pop, frantically murmuring hushed apologies. shushing him softly, you jerk him off slowly as you talk. "shhhh, baby, it's alright. you were such a good boy for me. really."

"but i-"

"you touching me isn't the reason i've stopped, baby," you coo, kissing the hand you're still holding. "well, it kinda is, but i'm not doing it for punishment - i'm asking if you want to take over."

matty blinks a few times. "really?"

"mhmm," you nuzzle your head into his thigh cutely (you hope, anyway). "you've been good for me, and now i want to be good for you."

"you've already been good, though. you literally sucked my dick in the corridor outside a classy event."

you sigh, frustrated. "don't make me ask you, matty."

he smirks. fuck, you almost forgot how quickly he could switch. he's almost as good at it as you are. "well, a good girl would ask…"

"alright," you sit back on your heels, quickly pressing a kiss to the head of his cock before letting go of it completely and resting your hands in your lap. "will you please pin me to the wall like you promised earlier, and fuck my throat until you cum?"

matty closes his eyes and inhales deeply; on his exhale, he slides his fingers into your hair and tilts your head up so you can look at him. "whatever my good girl wants, she'll get."

fuck.

"thank you, baby," you tilt your head further to kiss the palm of his hand, and he smiles. "can i do something really quickly before we begin?"

matty nods, then gasps as you slide the straps of your dress down your arms, the fabric folding down over your chest and exposing your tits. you giggle. "i figured things might get messy. don't want my beautiful dress getting ruined."

"it is a beautiful dress. beautiful dress for a beautiful girl," matty smiles, hand tenderly cradling your jaw. his eyes light up the way they do when he gets an idea, and he quickly shimmies his suit jacket off and folds it, placing it behind your head to cushion it slightly against the wall. "and we have to protect that beautiful head of yours, don't we? s'my favourite, after all."

"my actual head, or the head i'm about to give you?"

matty smiles sweetly. "both."

you don't think he's being totally sincere, but whatever. you can at least pretend. so you smile just as sweetly back. "thank you. can i make you feel good, now?"

"of course, sweetheart. i don't think i'll last long, considering how well you already sucked my dick, but tap my thigh three times if it's too much, yeah?"

"yeah."

"good girl," matty crouches, kissing you so quickly you barely have time to react - before you know it, he's back up, cock in hand. "open your mouth for me, angel. and don't forget to breathe."

the pet name is so incongruous with what you're doing that you almost laugh, but you don't. instead, you oblige, dropping your jaw and sticking your tongue out. your eyes flick up to matty's in invitation, and neither of you break eye contact as he holds your head steady and slowly slides back into your mouth. you moan in tandem as he does, your eyes fluttering shut in composure to try and stop yourself gagging at the feeling of him curving down your throat.

matty stops when your nose meets his lower stomach, holding you there for a few seconds to let you get used to the feeling of him so deep inside you again. your breath is shaky through your nose, and he strokes your hair softly as he speaks. "doing so fucking well for me, sweetheart, you feel fucking perfect. you doing ok, my lovely girl? want me to keep going?"

it's a challenge, but you manage to mouth a "please" around him. drool falls from your lips as you do, hitting your tits and pooling on them. matty breathes out a "fuck, i'm definitely not going to last long" and slides back almost fully out of your mouth, before repeating the process slightly faster - he's not far off orgasm, you can tell, but he still manages to croak out a "this alright?" and a "good girl, perfect girl" when you hum an affirmative to the former.

god, it's so fucking messy - you're glad you pulled your dress down, because the velvet would've been ruined by the mixture of drool and tears dripping down your face. you fucking love it, though, making matty feel good like this. judging by the way his legs begin to shake, and the way he mutters garbled praises and moans of your name and good girls every time his cock meets your throat, he loves it too.

that, and the way he whines to tell you he's on the precipice of pleasure. "m'gonna fucking cum, sweetheart, m'so fucking close. fuck, you're so good, missed you, missed you taking my dick like this. fucking ruined everyone else for me, fucking dreamt about you every fucking night. shit, angel, m'there. gonna take all my cum, swallow it like a good girl, my good girl."

despite your continuous breathing, your head spins as matty talks. fuck. you need him to cum, need him to coat your throat right now.

with a near-painful hollowing of your cheeks and a final moan around his dick ("yours"), he does, crying out your name far too loudly given the clandestine circumstances you're in. you dig your nails into the back of matty's thighs as he falls into ecstasy, keeping him in your mouth until you're sure he's stopped cumming; once he has, you slowly slide him out of your mouth, careful not to let any of his release leave with him.

before he can even ask, you open your mouth to let him see it all gathered on your tongue, before closing your mouth and swallowing the salty liquid with a satisfied hum. just to emphasise how good a girl you are, you lick your lips to make sure you get every last drop of him, smacking them together. "missed how nice you taste."

"are you trying to kill me, woman?" matty drags his hands down his face, before taking hold of yours and ushering you to stand - a welcome move, given how long you've been on your knees. as you wrap your arms around his neck, he cups your jaw and kisses you, almost chastely, in stark contrast to the things you both just did. "thank you, sweetheart. i'm sorry i got you so messy, although i think you still look beautiful. you're welcome to clean up at mine, if you like."

you peck his lips. "i would like that, yes. but only if you help me - there's a bit of a mess between my legs that i could use a hand in sorting out."

"mmm, gladly," matty hums, kissing down your neck and between your tits. he looks up at you with a smirk. "wanna see if i can still remember how to make you soak my fingers."

you roll your eyes, even though you feel another gush in your underwear at his words and the way he's taking one of your tits in his mouth. "oh please, you've never met an instrument you couldn't play perfectly with those hands."

you regret the words as soon as you say them. shit. yeah, sure, the whole point of friends with benefits is to treat the other person like some sort of object, but you're not meant to liken yourself to one.

those fucking feelings of yours ruining everything, as usual.

matty detaches his lips from you, straightening up to look you in the eye and bringing the top of your dress up with him. he holds your face tenderly again, pressing his forehead against yours. "you're far more than that to me, sweetheart, you always were," he says softly, and you can't ignore the earnestness in his tone. he tugs you into a warm hug, and brings his lips to your ear. "but i must admit - you make the most beautiful sounds i've ever heard."

you smile over his shoulder, pulling back to look at him and catch his lips in another kiss. there's something different about this one; it's still as passionate as ever, but there's an underlying… softness. "take me home," you murmur against his lips. "please, baby."

another kiss. "whatever my girl wants."

#mads muses #mads does writing #promptober75 #matty healy smut #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fic #matty healy x reader #matty x reader

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anitalenia · 11 months

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━━━ 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 ₓ˚. ୭

⋆˙⟡♡ 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔 / 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔. just thinking about what it would be like if the gray boys wanted you to have their kids. ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

pairing: Courtland Gentry, Lloyd Hansen x fem!reader

content includes: darkish content in Lloyd’s part, unprotected sex, p in v penetration, overstimulation, breeding kink, pet names such as baby, pretty girl, good girl, sweetheart, choking but the sexy way, dirty dirty talk, fucked dumb!reader, cervix fucking, squirting, back scratching, reader calling Lloyd daddy, slight dumbification, clit rubbing, soft sex, stomach bulge

warnings: sexual content 18+, cussing + nasty words, darkish content in Lloyd’s section

authors note: I been thinking about this for a few days now… and I don’t even want kids 😜🫰🏻✨

LINKS ੈ♡˳·˖✶ 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 | 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒔

✧ ˚ LLOYD HANSEN　· 　 .

⋆˙⟡♡ Lloyd could only grin at you, amused with the way you could barely form a sentence, amused at the way you held onto his shoulders like that could really stop him. Your nails dug into his skin and drool pooled down your cheek; Lloyd could only groan hotly at the pleasurable sting of his skin breaking under your fingertips.

His cock, thick and hard, still after cumming twice in you already, was sliding in and out of your throbbing pussy with ease; you were still so wet even after the several orgasms Lloyd had effortlessly forced out of your limp body. You were almost cross-eyed it hurt so damn good.

Lloyd had you shoved into the mattress, sheets ripped off the corners and blanket discarded on the floor. He was panting above you, your legs wrapped loosely around his waist, your hair clinging to the sweat on your forehead as you let him take you however he wanted. You were too weak to fight, too fucked out to argue that your back was sore and your pussy ached.

You moaned at another hard thrust into your wet hole, his balls smacking into your ass as he laughed into your ear, hot and breathy and arrogant. The headboard banged into the cracking wall of his bedroom, worn down from the many sleepless nights and afternoons and mornings Lloyd couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

“Fuck, Lloyd!” You gasped out as he pulled out and then slammed back into your sopping cunt, eager for his dick and the feel of it stretching her out and bruising her in. Another pulse of painful pleasure rang through you, had you arching your back and thighs tightening around him.

“Aww, was that too hard, baby? My mistake, daddy’s so sorry… but he has to make sure all his cum gets into that little tummy of yours if you want his kids, doesn’t he?” He cooed in your ear sarcastically, his mustache scratching against your cheek as you rested your forehead against his muscle next to your head. You whined at that, eyes closed tightly as you gasped against his skin. He was so big, so much thicker than any cock you’ve ever had.

You could admit he was right, you wanted so badly to have his shithead kids because you were that deluded by his charm. He had fooled you, molded you into the perfect wife who sucked his cock any time he asked and gave him her sweet pussy anytime he wanted. He wasn’t going to ever let you go, he was going to ensure your devotion to him with the one thing that would keep you tied to him forever.

You were tired of it, mouth dry from moaning so much but pussy hungry for more and more and more. You were just his little cumslut, his doll bred to be his perfect girl that would happily take whatever he gave you. And he wanted to give you his cum, all of it, see your belly round with his children and your tits full and flush of milk and fat.

Your pussy squelched and leaked around his cock, his head in your neck as he took a hand off the headboard and traced it down your cheek, your neck, your collarbone, until he was rubbing your soft tit under his hand like a bowl of jelly.

You let out a heavy sigh at the feeling of it, your skin hot and tingly and stuck under him. Then he slid his hand back up, palm grazing your sensitive nipple and sending a jolt down your tummy.

He snickered, cocky and self-assured, as he wrapped his hand around your jaw and twisted your face to look at his, fingers digging into your hot cheeks. You whined weakly at the force of it, his cock slowing down inside of you like he was focusing on the feel of your wetness wrapped around him, like he needed you to focus on his words instead of the feeling of him fucking into you.

“Mmm, my pretty baby. This pussy is just begging to be filled with my cum, isn’t it? She wants me to give her all the cum she can take, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” Lloyd smiled deceivingly sweet at you, looking into your eyes with sweat gathered on his hairline.

You nodded blindly at that, hips bucking up into him for more, to bury himself deep inside your pussy until you didn’t know where you began and the base of his cock started. Your toes tightened and thighs tingled as he gave you what you wanted, not because he was satisfied with your response but because he loved that look on your face when he’d thrust into you, your furrowed brows and wet parted lips as a soft moan would sound from your breathless lungs.

“Can you imagine our kids, pretty girl? Hmm? One with your pretty little eyes and one with mine. Two little brats running around calling you mommy… god, I can just imagine how big those pretty tits would get. Tell your daddy, is that what you want baby, huh? You gotta tell me…” He grinned into your ear, gripping your jaw to keep your head straight as he picked up his pace, the tip of him slamming into your cervix and sending painful throbs down your thighs that had your hips bucking away from him. Your cries were cracked and uneven from the force of his thrusts, his thighs smacking into you and his grunts and chuckles breathing across the skin on your cheek.

You babbled agreement like a dumb slut, not really listening to a word besides the sound of his balls slapping into you, a fresh batch of wetness gushing out onto the sheets and soaking your thighs with your own juices.

“Yes, yes, please, please, daddy. Please cum inside me, please please please…” You begged as your stomach tightened like someone pulling a rope around a tree, your nails drawing blood from his back that dribbled down his shoulders. Your pussy clenched around him so tight he grind his teeth trying to push back in, feeling his balls tightening at your compliance.

He mouthed at your neck, tasting the salt, being uncharacteristically sweet as his hips stuttered from the pleasure ringing through his dick and thighs.

“Fuck… yes, baby, I’m gonna cum inside that pretty pussy… daddy knows how bad you want it… come on, pretty… that’s it, that’s daddy’s girl…” He coaxed in your ear as you let out a wail and squirted around him, your cum going on the sheets and his thighs as he talked you through it.

He followed soon after, your pussy squeezing around him so tight he could barely push in. He managed, balls deep as he let out a grunt, dropping his head in your neck as he came inside you.

You felt his cum shoot inside you and it had your tired body tensing from the sensation. You breathed heavily as he collapsed on top of you, his hands coming down and gripping your waist to center himself.

He kissed your cheek, mustache tickling your skin as you leaned into him.

“I think…I think it worked…” You murmured breathlessly into the air, eyes closed as you caressed the skin of his back.

He chuckled, just as tired as you, his limp dick still inside of your wet hole as neither one of you wanted him to pull out just yet. You enjoyed feeling full of him, your warmth pulsing around him as your thighs trembled every so often.

“You’re gonna make daddy happy, aren’t you, baby?” He murmured sweetly, a satisfied smile on his face as he felt you nod against him.

He took his hand and rubbed your belly, knowing that you would indeed.

✧ ˚ SIERRA SIX　· 　 .

⋆˙⟡♡ It was a rainy night, thunder and lightning flashing in the dark sky and rain pattering on the windows when Six had mumbled it into your neck, sleepy and groggy like he was just speaking from his mind and not from fact.

“Have my kids…” His voice was so soft, overpowered by the storm, that you weren’t sure you had heard him correctly. So you asked him what he said, eyebrows furrowed and phone thrown to the side as something else had caught your attention.

“I want you to have my kids…” He said it again against your skin, his eyes closed and his arm around your waist like he’d been sleep talking. You knew him though, knew that when spontaneity hit he would use it, but not unless he didn’t meant it. He was genuine and serious, thumb rubbing your stomach like he was already imagining it swelled up. You felt your tummy tighten at the thought, wetness plaguing your lower lips as you imagined what that would be like.

That’s how you ended up here, laying on your stomach with Six’s broad body on top of your back, a hand intertwined with yours as you grasped the dark gray sheets above your head, his other hand digging into the sheet next to you to balance himself.

His cock was big and long, thrusting into you slow and surely, pushing his cum into you and making sure you felt every single inch of him within you. He breathed against your neck, heavy and hot, as you gasped into the sheets, hips perked up so he could fuck into you easier.

“Does that feel good, baby? Me deep inside you like this?” He muttered into your ear, pushing into your wet hole with a soft squelch until his balls were hanging by your clit. You felt so full, so good, a pleasurable pulse ringing through your legs that had you whining into the dark, a flash of lightening illuminating the room.

His hand tightened around yours as you clenched around him, letting out a high pitched uh-huh in agreement.

You felt the ends of his blonde hair tickle your shoulder as he thrusted into you a little quicker, but just as sensual. He was always the type to make sure you got off before him, ensured that you cum before he even thought about his own release.

He took his hand that was wrapped around yours and glided it down your arm, sending tingles down your heated skin and a fluttering in your stomach. He brought it down to your tummy as he thrusted back into your tight pussy, gritting his teeth at the warmth squeezing around his cock.

He pressed down on the space just above your pelvis, feeling the tip of his cock bulging in your tummy where he was gonna cum. You keened at the pressure of him pushing down on your stomach, your juices flooding out of you in an unexpected jolt of pleasure and marking the sheets with a dark patch.

“I’m gonna cum right here, make sure you’re full of my cum so you can have my kids. You want to make me a daddy? You wanna be a mommy, hmm?” He hummed into your ear as he pressed down harder on that spot that had your toes curling and pussy tightening. He loved the idea of you pregnant with his children, your skin glowing and your stomach full. He could picture it in his mind, could only imagine how much beautifuler you’d look pregnant, and it made his balls tighten and dick stick up straight.

He pushed into your sopping cunt, pulsing around him as you sobbed into the sheets, tears welling in your eyes at the indescribable pleasure coursing through you from the feel of him. You felt him, all of him; felt every vein and every ridge, felt his tip rubbing up against you and bumping into your cervix. He didn’t stop there, forced himself inside and went even further.

“Oh my god…” You cried as he slid his hand down with a grunt, pushing into you as his hand quickly found your sensitive clit. He took his middle finger and slowly pushed down on it, his finger soaked with your juices as he rubbed it like it was a precious diamond he was trying not to ruin.

“I’m gonna take care of you, baby. I’m not gonna let you leave this fucking house after I fill this tummy. You’re not gonna lift a finger… I’ll do everything for you, baby. I’ll do anything…” He moaned, voice raspy and thick with arousal, always so sweet and generous to you. He was only pulling out halfway before thrusting back in so he could stay inside of you, his muscles flexing with every thrust into your tight pussy like he was forcing his way in.

You felt your thighs shaking from the way he was rubbing your clit, skilled fingers rubbing the wetness in your slit and making you moan louder than the rain that pounded on the windows. You wanted him to give you his kids so bad, wanted him to come inside of you even worse. You felt hot and surrounded, but comforted by his larger body on top of yours, always shrouded over you like the protector he was.

He groaned into your skin, resting his sweaty forehead on your shoulder as he felt his need to cum tighten the coil in his stomach.

You couldn’t stop it, too blinded by the pleasure to notice the liquid that squirted over his thighs and creamed around his cock, your thighs almost numb as your knees shook and your hips fell into the bed like your muscles gave up.

“Ohh, baby…” You whimpered helplessly as you gushed around him, his fingers slowly rubbing your clit as you finally came around him. He furrowed his brows in concentration, his hand leaving your pained clit and giving you some relief as he thrusted into you faster, rhythm faltering as he pictured how big your tits would get during your pregnancy, how he could stuff his face between them and leave purple marks on them.

“Mm, I’m gonna cum… you gonna take it for me like a good girl?” He mumbled into your ear with gritted teeth, ignoring the way your sensitive pussy squeezed around his dick almost painfully, throbbing and sore from his dick repeatedly pounding into it without stopping.

You hummed an mmhmm, sounding needy and weak, completely overstimulated as he kept fucking into you, close to his release the more he heard your sweet whimpers.

“That’s my girl…” He grunted, pushing into you one last time before he burrowed himself deep inside of you, biting your shoulder as he came inside the deepest parts of your pussy with thick ropes of white cum that shot out of his pink tip.

You moaned weakly at the feeling, lips chapped and head ringing as Six waited a beat before pulling out of you with a soft grunt, his limp dick falling out of you easily. You couldn’t move, feeling empty and cold as he picked himself up from you, looking at your gaping hole with cum drizzling out like sweet icing.

He breathed heavily as he laid back down next to you on his back, then reached over for you so you could lay into him. His arm slithered around your waist, eyes running over your glistening skin.

“come’ere.” He uttered with a scratchy voice, helping you turn around as you flipped onto your side, cuddling into his hot skin with a sigh.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, catching your breaths as Six held you into him, staring at the ceiling with a content face, his mind filled with the image of your kids running around, your pregnant belly and your twinkling eyes, your radiant skin and your beautiful smile. He’d knew you’d make the best mother and he couldn’t wait to experience it.

You were thinking of the same as your fingers softly tapped against the hardness of his chest, staring at a scar there with your head rested in his neck.

“You really mean it, Court? You really want kids?” You whispered almost bashfully, not wanting to have all this hope fluttering in your chest just for him to crush them under his trained fists.

Six cracked a small smile, “I think I made that pretty obvious, don’t you?”

You felt the wetness between your thighs as a sticky reminder, a small chuckle leaving your lips as you cuddled closer into him.

“Yeah, that’s true, too.”

#˚ ༘♡.𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙝.˖⁺.#sierra six x reader #sierra six #courtland gentry imagine #courtland gentry #courtland gentry x reader #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x fic #Chris Evans

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csmtmra · 4 days

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carve me to make me yours

character: keigo takami warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, dacryphillia, toxic yandere relationship, branding, blood, blood drinking, jealousy words: 1.1K

he had always liked to show off what was his. keeping an arm around you anytime you went out. always showing up next to you when you were with friends. he liked making it known you were his.

he had made it known you were his and only his. so why are you laughing with friends and ignoring his calls?

at first he was just going to show up and make sure you were okay, but when he saw a boy draped over your shoulder, pointing to things on your phone, a little too close for comfort, he walked over and pulled you aside. “why the hell were you not answering me??” he’d be looking around pulling you further into town and further away from your friends while he asked the question. “were you texting? i’ve had my phone on do not disturb all morning..” you’d breathe out pulling your phone out and checking the messages you’ve missed from him. “we’re going home.” he said not paying you much mind as he dragged you to his apartment. ignoring all of your questions of ‘what’s wrong’ and if he was ‘okay’.

pulling you through the door of his apartment, he mumbles out words you don’t catch while shaking his head, and locks it. “keigo what is going on?” you ask starting to get upset, giving him a slight glare and frown.

“who was that boy. why was he all over my girlfriend??”he’d ask giving a slight snarl back and breathing heavily out through his nose. “who, shun? he meant no harm, i don’t even think he knew i had a boyfriend. we just met him..” you would say watching as he narrows his eyes before grabbing your arm and pulling towards his room with him. “it’s time everyone knows then.”

pushing open his door, he walks you to his bed before pushing you lightly onto it and unbuckling his belt, grabbing both of your arms and tying them to the top of it. tears are starting to well up in your eyes as you ask him what he’s doing.

“well if there’s nothing on you that will let people know you have a loving boyfriend, then i’ll have to make one.” keigo would say while taking his shirt off and throwing it across the room, moving his hands to the top of yours before ripping it and pushing it away from your skin, moving the remnants of it to the floor and plucking one of his beautiful red feathers.

he lays down with his chest in between your legs and his chin resting on your rib cage. elbows propping him up slightly as you stare in horror and intrigue of what he’s about to do next, tears falling from your eyes, down your cheeks and causing your lip quiver. he uses one of his hands to cup your cheek and brush the tears falling away with his thumb.

“don’t worry sweetheart i’m going to make it so, so pretty” he’d say, holding down your body with his own, whispering a soft little “it’s going to be so beautiful” as he carves the sharp part of the feather into your skin. your cries only more encouragement for him to move onto the next letter. only taking short breaks to wipe tears from your cheeks and pressing kisses to your bloody skin.

“everyone will know..” he says, glancing up at your eyes as more tears start to fall out of them. “no more..” you cry out, trying to get your hands freed so you can get out of his grasp. “stop struggling. you don’t want me to accidentally make a bigger cut do you?” keigo draws the feather closer to your heart, not putting enough pressure to cut the skin but enough to let you know he’s serious.

“behave.” his voice is stern, moving his hand back to your shoulder to finish the last letters, he takes his other hand and pushes his hair out of his face, letting a breath out and tilting his head. “perfect.” he mutters, lowering his face closer to the new wound on your shoulder before slowly licking the blood away.

soft moans would leave his lips as whimpers and cries would pass yours. he would bring his tongue out to lick the blood that started seeping past your skin again, leaving his lips a cherry red. moving his hands, he would put one on your hip and the other on your thigh, pulling it up next to him and scooting closer into your body. “you know i had to do this..right?” pressing kisses to your chest and leaving bruises on your skin, he would mutter a “please forgive me….you will won’t you?”

“won’t you.” he would say again, not questioning this time though. bringing his face close to yours, you nod your head, not being able to muster words back to him. he would let a small smile grace his face and bring his lips to yours.

you can taste the remnants of your blood on his lips and tongue, making you push your mouth on to his more roughly, trying to taste more of him.

you wanted to taste his very essence. you wanted to have his blood on your lips, mixing together with your own into a twisted concoction of desire and need.

pulling your lips a centimeter away from his, you bite his bottom lip, making the red substance spill into both of your mouths and resulting in a hiss from him.

“be nice.”he says before interlocking your lips together again for a quick second before pulling away and moving his lips to the cut again. you start to pull on the belt that was keeping your arms above your head and whine. “keigo..”

“oh here sweetheart..” he says with a hushed voice, while pushing himself up to untie your hands. once freed, they immediately shoot towards his neck, pulling him down to your face again and finding his lips once again.

keigos hand fumbles with something on the nightstand while his mouth is locked to yours, before pulling the object towards him and pulling back from you. it was a polaroid camera. “i want you to see my work” he mutters as he gets up slightly, both knees on either side of you, and bringing the camera to his face to look into it. the bright flash as he takes the camera makes you flinch.

grabbing the picture out of the slot, he shakes it a bit to help the photo develop faster before looking at it and smiling a cruel twisted smile before giving it to you. “look doll….maybe we can do your name on me now..” he said, grabbing the same feather with your now drying blood on the end of it, he lays next to you, taking the polaroid and placing it on his nightstand, and moving you on top of him while handing you the feather. “make it pretty baby.”

#hawks smut #hawks x reader #hawks x you #keigo takami smut #keigo takami x reader #keigo takami x you #mha #mha x reader #my hero academia #x reader #bnha #csmtmra

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ashwhowrites · 1 year

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When I cheered in high school, I will never forget when a flyer fell and her ankle rolled. Luckily, she was fine (I think it was a sprain?), but how do you think Eddie would react to that? Especially if she got really hurt?

(I'm trying to feed your angst desire without breaking everyone's hearts 😇)

This is so cute! I hope you don't mind I turned it into a headcanon

Eddie waited patiently on the bleachers for the cheerleaders to come out

"what color bow do you think she's wearing today?" Eddie asked out loud

Dustin sat next to him and rolled his eyes

"my guess is blue since you went on a whole rant about how gorgeous the blue is" Dustin teased

Dustin adored how Eddie was so mean and harsh with everyone

But not with her

He babied her and was obsessed

Soon enough the cheerleaders filled the floor

Sure enough, a blue bow rested in her hair

She waved to Eddie and Dustin with a huge smile

Eddie stood up and cheered

Eddie watched their routine closely

He was squirming in his seat

He's been nervous about this routine all week

She was a flyer

And Eddie hated it

Dustin was Eddie's personal stress ball when she went in the air

Dustin silently suffered when Eddie would grip his hand in a tight grip

Refusing to say a word

Dustin felt his anxiety rise when Y/N went in the air, noticing a girl at the bottom's foot moving slightly

He prayed Eddie didn't see it

"did that girl move?"

"no Eddie she's fine" Dustin quickly lied

And he was wrong

Because before both boys knew it

Y/N landed on the floor, hard

Eddie flew out of his seat

"wait Eddie" Dustin held him back

But the second Eddie saw his girlfriends eyes water and a sob leave her throat

He raced off the bleachers

Racing down on to the gym floor

She was holding her foot

Crying hard

Eddie pushed over everyone in his way

Rushing to his girlfriends side

"baby what hurts?" He asked

Her head turned when she heard her boyfriend's voice

"my ankle" she cried

Eddie nodded, wiping off her tears

"okay. Can you try to stand? Get you to the bleachers?" He asked softly

She nodded

Eddie always told her she was tough

"I'm tough. I got this" she smiled

Eddie laughed and kissed her forehead

"so tough baby"

He hooked her arms over his shoulder

Easily picking her up off the ground

Chrissy and the rest of the girls standing behind them

Making sure she doesn't fall back

"I got her" Eddie confirmed as he walked her over to the bleachers

Dustin waiting with ice bags

"I ran to the nurse" he puffed out

"thank you dusty" she said

Tears still falling down her cheeks

"of course" he said

Eddie placed the ice on her ankle, lifting her foot to rest on his knee

Eddie dug through his bag

Pulling out water

"want your after game brownie?" He asked

She nodded

Eddie smiled as he pulled it out

Opening the package and handed her the piece of chocolate

"thank you baby" she smiled

Kissing his hand

He smiled and leaned up to kiss her lips

"anytime"

Once the game was over he took her to the ER

She broke her ankle

Eddie panicked like she was dying on the spot

"baby I'm fine. I just need surgery and it's all better!"

"people die in surgery!" He panicked worse

The nurse had to calm him down

Within the month she got surgery

Coming out perfectly fine

"see. I'm fine" she smiled

"my girl is tough" he kissed her head

He was the first and ONLY one allowed to sign her cast

He ripped the marker right out of Chrissy's hand when she went to sign it

"Eddie! The team wants to sign it"

"no. My girlfriend. Basically my cast"

Y/N giggled at her boyfriend's protectiveness

Silently watching as he decorated her cast with drawings

Some hellfire characters

His character is the biggest with a bride on the arm

"that's you" he blushed, pointing at the bride

"I marry your nasty hellfire creature?" She teased

"HES NOT NASTY"

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Mechanic!Eddie x Fem!Hairdresser!Reader

Forever and Always (Part 9)

Summary:The morning after the night of Steve's Halloween party brings you and Eddie a bit closer than before.

Word Count:2, 040

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You're woken up by the streams of the morning's crisp daylight creeping through the slatted blinds. Pulling the warmth of soft blankets around you, you remember how you had not only fallen asleep in Eddie’s trailer, but in his bed too. Right next to him. With him holding you. All night.

Despite the memory of falling asleep in his arms, you find that the space in the bed next to you is empty.

You reach your hand out to the empty space. Still warm.

Getting up from his bed, you check yourself in the small mirror before leaving his room.

Your footsteps creak on the floor as you make your way through the hallway, following the inviting and warm smell of melting chocolate as you tread towards the small kitchenette.

There he is. His hair a mess of shaggy curls falling around his shoulders, and still wearing his Black Sabbath t-shirt and plaid pyjama pants. He looks so adorably domestic like this, and you find yourself thinking that this would be a sight that you’d be happy to wake up to.

"Hey! You're up! Though I'd surprise you with breakfast in bed, I was going to bring you some pancakes."

Your heart warms at the thought of him slipping out of bed early to make breakfast for the both of you.

“Come on, sit, there’s orange juice or I can make you a coffee if you like.” He smiles, flipping one more chocolate chip pancake on to your plate and placing it down in front of you.

“Juice is fine.” you smile as you begin to cut into your pancakes.

Throughout the course of your relationship you don’t remember Jacob doing anything even remotely as sweet and romantic as this, and Eddie serving up breakfast for the both of you with a cheeky smile makes you feel like a giddy school-girl with a crush.

“I’ve got to head into the garage today, but I can drop you back at Robin’s place on my way down, if you like.” he offers, sipping his drink.

“Only if it’s no trouble.” you reply.

“It’s no trouble at all, Sweetheart.”

“Thanks for being so sweet, Eddie.” you tell him. “I didn’t expect Jacob to follow me home like that, so I can’t thank you enough for sticking up for me like you did.”

“Anytime you need a knight in shining armour, I’ll be your man.” he smiles. “No eat up, so I can get you back home before Robin rips me to shreds for holding on to her best friend for too long.” he laughs.

Eddie, who’s already dressed in his grease stained, navy coveralls drives you back to Robin’s as promised.

"Hey, uh, you can keep my shirt, you know, if you want. Looks better on you than it does on me anyway." He smiles with that adorable boyish grin of his.

Before you get out of his van you take your chance to place a quick and simple kiss against his cheek before jumping out of the van.

“Thanks for the ride Eddie!” You shout out to him as you quickly make your way up the steps to Robin’s apartment.

Eddie sits there for a moment, the pink blush flushing brightly across his round cheeks. You had kissed him, albeit on the cheeks, but you had kissed him. He was dizzy on the high of you kissing him, he felt like a damn school-boy with a crush. The only thought racing through his mind was how he wished to kiss you, and not just a rushed peck on the cheek, but a soft romantic brush of his lips against yours. A kiss that told you exactly how he feels about you, how he has felt for you since he first laid eyes on you when you were nothing more than two teenagers passing each other in the hallways of Hawkins' High school.

For the first time in a very long time, Eddie finds himself smiling as he drives into work.

"You're late." Randy berates Eddie as he strolls into the garage.

"Only by ten minutes. Give me a break, man." Eddie grumbled.

"Alright then, what excuse are you gonna give me this time huh, Munson?"

"No excuse, just the truth." Eddie snarks confidently.

"And the truth is?" Randy waits for Eddie’s answer.

"Was just dropping my girl off back home." Suddenly Eddie stops and questions himself for a moment. Sure, you two had been on a few dates, he really liked you, and he hoped the feeling was mutual, but was he right to call you “his girl”?

"Your girl? Since when do you have a girl, Munson?” Randy quizzes, eyeing Eddie up suspiciously, as though he didn’t believe him.

“Well, remember that old Chevette that came in the other week?” Eddie starts “Well it belongs to the girl who I’ve had the hots for since high school, and we’ve gone out on a couple of dates and things have been pretty good.” he finishes proudly.

“Yeah right, and I’ve got Pamela Anderson waiting for me at home.” Randy scoffs, throwing his grease stained rag at Eddie with a laugh. “Now get to work.”

Robin looks you over as you creep into the apartment with Eddie’s shirt hanging off your frame.

“So, Eddie took you home last night, huh?” Robin starts with her playful line of questioning.

“I forgot I didn’t have keys to this apartment yet.” you began to explain.

“Now you do.” Robin smirked, pressing a key on a jangling keyring into your hand. “So what happened after you two left the party?”

"Well he drove me to his place, we chatted for a while…and it was..nice." You blush.

"Oh my god you had sex with him didn't you? That's why you're wearing his shirt! Oh my it all makes sense now!" Robin exclaimed dramatically, slapping her hands against your arm.

“Robin!” you screech “No, I did not have sex with Eddie. I was tired, he let me sleep in his bed and we cuddled, nothing else happened, I swear" You quickly explained to her.

“Okay, okay, you didn’t have sex with Eddie.” Robin concedes. “But you did share a bed with him, and you did cuddle with him, so it sounds like things between you two are going pretty sweet.”

“Well, I can’t complain.” you smile shyly. “Also I kinda.. may have.. sort of, kissed him on the cheek just after he dropped me off.” you mumble out quickly.

“You kissed him?!” Robin squeals once more.

“On the cheek.” you repeat yourself. “It was only just a quick peck!”

“Hey! a kiss is a kiss in my book.” Robin laughs. "Anyway, if I know Eddie like I think I do, then I know he'll be thinking about that kiss until he sees you again."

You laugh at your friend’s teasing jokes, when suddenly the atmosphere is interrupted by the sound of your phone's dial tone ringing loudly.

"Hello, is this y/n's number?" A woman's voice on the other end asks.

"Yes, that's me." You reply.

"Great, I'm Madison Martin, I own a small salon just on the outskirts of Hawkins, in Indianapolis, and I happened to come across your advertisements in the library." She begins, her voice high and peppy.

"Oh?" you respond as you wait for her to continue what she's saying.

"What's going on? Who is it?" Robin pesters over your shoulder.

You hover your finger over your lips to tell her to be quiet for a moment.

"Yes, and my salon just had one of our stylists move away so we're running low on staff members, and I was wondering if you would consider coming in so we could chat a little more?" Madison asks.

This was such a great opportunity to get back to a more steady workplace environment, where you didn’t have to drum up your own business, and you could potentially have a place of work to go to, instead of having to haul yourself from client to client. Also working in a more populated area like Indianapolis, meant more clients to keep you busy and hopefully more money, which wouldn’t go unappreciated.

"Yes, that sounds great, actually! Thanks so much for getting in touch with me!" You cheer as you write down the details of where the salon is and what time you'll be meeting.

"I'm so pleased! I look forward to speaking to you a bit more in person!"

“Thanks again, I’ll look forward to meeting you too! Goodbye.” You sign off, ending the phone call.

“So? Who was it?” Robin asks eagerly.

“That was a salon owner in Indianapolis, said they saw my flyers I put up in the library, that they're short staffed and wanted to talk to me.” you started.

“Oh my god! That’s great news!”

“Yeah, it sounds like a really great opportunity. It could be a chance to get into something a bit more stable, and it’d be great to not have to drive in-between clients anymore.” you smile. “I’ve got a meeting with her in two days.”

“Is it too early to congratulate you on the new job yet?” Robin smirks with a cheeky giggle.

“It’s just a meeting first so I’ll have to see how things go I guess?” you shrug, trying to not get too excited at the prospect of something more permanent.

“They’d be mad not to hire you, trust me.” Robin offers supportively.

You downplay it as much as you can, but deep down you hope that something good comes of this meeting.

Steve sat next to Eddie at the bar, the both of them slinking back a few beers after work and catching up with each other.

"Hey man, sorry I ditched your Halloween party so early." Eddie apologises to Steve.

"No, dude it's totally fine, with y/n's creep of an ex-boyfriend showing up like that? I totally understand." Steve nods, taking a sip of his beer. "Anyway, how was she afterwards?"

"Well she didn't have her keys, so she stayed over at my place."

“Oh?” Steve smirks with a raised eyebrow at Eddie’s statement.

“Shut up Harrington, it wasn’t like that.” Eddie bristled under Steve’s teasing glare.

“Oh, so what was it like then, huh?”

“We just hung out, talked about the old days, y’know?” Eddie answered. “She was tired so we slept together in our bed, but nothing happened. I wasn’t going to try anything, especially not after her asshole ex tried to steal her away.”

Steve whistles lowly at hearing Eddie’s explanation.

“Wow, I never thought I’d live to hear about the day that Eddie Munson had a girl in his bed, and he didn’t come out of it with some wild sex story.” Steve snickers.

“I like her a lot, man. I just wanna do right by her.” Eddie admits, with a slight flush blooming across his cheeks.

“Wow, you really are a changed man aren’t you, Munson?”

Eddie sinks the final few drops of his beer before speaking.

“I guess so.”

“So when are you going to see her again?” Steve probed.

“That’s actually what I was hoping to ask you about? I wanna take her out to some place real special, then I’m going to ask her to be my girlfriend.” Eddie explains as he shares his plan with Steve. “And I thought maybe you could help me out.”

“Sure, man I’ll help you out, but you gotta do something else first.” Steve smirks as he downs his now empty bottle of beer.

Eddie nods for Steve to continue.

“Get me another drink." Steve laughs.

Eddie walks up to the bar, placing an order for two more beers. As he opens up his wallet to get the money out he can't help but smile when he sees the little handwritten message you'd written for him in his yearbook. He'd read it over and over, deciding that he wanted it with him always. He tore out that little message from the book and put it in the clear widow pocket of his wallet.

You got this, Eddie. My rock star, forever and always x

Yeah, he wanted to be yours, no question about it. He could only hope the feeling was mutual.

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