#definitely slightly psychotic

[sarnemingalbaver]

Just a borderline psychotic little guy who will do anything for the man he loves.

Backstory:

Sarnemin Rellias Galbaver was born August 27th, 1215. He was born to a wealthy family in Vemor, the small port town on the banks of the Carigsard river. His father, Lanreth was very hard on him and often cut off Sarnemin’s hair, despite the boy’s insistence on wanting to keep it. Sarnemin was always a feminine child, and enjoyed things his sisters did. His father thought it would just go away, but it didn’t. It only got more evident as he grew.

He learned how to sew and embroider from his mother and became quite skilled at it. His father disapproved of this and pushed him towards more masculine pursuits. Sarnemin’s fighter side didn’t go untapped though and he became incredibly skilled with a dagger he kept hidden on his belt.

Sarnemin had a difficult childhood due to his father's harsh treatment, but he found solace in music. He taught himself to play the lute and would often sneak out at night to play for the townspeople. His talent was quickly recognized, and he was eventually hired to perform at local taverns and inns. He began growing out his hair and made a name for himself. It is said that Sarnemin's performances were so captivating that they drew the attention of a visiting nobleman. The nobleman was so impressed with Sarnemin's talent that he offered to take the young musician under his wing and teach him the ways of courtly life. Sarnemin accepted the offer and was soon introduced to the world of high society.

He continued to play music and it was there that he met Kazimir Bavrild, a greatly feared warrior. After meeting Kazimir, Sarnemin's interest in fighting and combat grew. He began training with the warrior, learning how to wield a sword and use his dagger more effectively. Sarnemin also found himself drawn to Kazimir in other ways, and the two soon became lovers.

As Kazimir Bavrild's lover and confidant, Sarnemin held significant influence in the Zalstian court. He was known for his sharp wit and extravagant tastes, and often advised Kazimir on matters of strategy and politics. Sarnemin had a reputation for throwing lavish parties and entertaining guests with his storytelling and musical performances. He surrounded himself with a group of artists and intellectuals, who were seen as the cultural elite of the Zalstian court. While some viewed Sarnemin's flamboyant personality and love of luxury as a distraction from more pressing matters, others saw him as a necessary counterbalance to the seriousness and militaristic focus of Kazimir and his followers. Regardless of how one viewed him, it was clear that Sarnemin was a powerful figure in the Zalstian court, and his influence was felt in all areas of the city's culture and politics.

He is now part of a task force of soldiers known was the Sobraniye. They often deal with less than present visitors and protect the prince and his family. The Sobraniye are known to be quite violent at times, Sarnemin too, doesn’t shy away from violence despite his appearance.

Despite his reputation for flamboyance and love of luxury, Sarnemin was a capable fighter and often accompanied the Sobraniye on their missions. His skills with a sword and dagger were unmatched, and he had a keen eye for strategy and tactics, which he used to great effect in battle.

Sarnemin's presence in the Sobraniye was a controversial one, as some members of the group believed that his flamboyant personality and lack of seriousness were a liability in combat. However, others recognized the value of having someone with Sarnemin's skill level.

Over time, Sarnemin proved himself to be a valuable asset to the Sobraniye. He played a crucial role in several successful missions, and his influence in the Zalstian court helped the group gain valuable resources and support. Despite his love of luxury and extravagance, Sarnemin was fiercely loyal to his comrades and dedicated to protecting the prince and his family at all costs.

[meowsforyujin]

tattoo artist- Leeknow

(Warnings: smut! Leeknow x reader, slight age gap, oral, unprotected sex but reader is on the pill, tattoo gun, hair pulling, mentions of pain, semi public sex, good old fashion doggy style 😛😛)

Summary: leeknow is your tattoo artist that you’ve been crushing on for a while, but he’s never made a move. So obviously, you decide to get a tattoo in a slightly scandalous spot and inevitably things get steamy

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You sit on the chair eagerly, holding the piece of paper in your hand. It’s been 15 minutes since you came, where is he?

“Are you nervous?” you swear you feel your whole demeanor change when you hear his voice.

You scoff, “Have I ever been nervous?”

“You were the first time.” Minho smirks playfully.

You don’t remember the first time as vividly as he does. He remembers it as if it was yesterday.

He remembers his world stopping when you walked in. You were so captivating to him. You wore a leather skirt with fishnets, and a cropped tank top that complimented your belly button piercing. Your hair was black and blonde at the time, roots grown out but still pretty. Your eyes were starry and nervous, showing the design you wanted on your left arm for the first tattoo you’d ever gotten. You were shy at first, but then opened up pretty quickly, talking his ear off. Explaining how long you had wanted a tattoo, and it was hard to narrow down the choices for your first one. He knew you’d be back after proclaiming your love and interest in tattoos, but he didn’t expect so soon. You’d come back a week later for another. It was then when you told him you were excited to start college the following week. All his possible plans on asking you out vanished with that, given that you were 18 and he was 22 at the time.

Well it’s three years later, and who knows how many times you’ve been here. Minho expected to have a fun time like usual, chatting away with you, also expecting the familiar disappointment that would follow when you left. What he DIDN’T expect was you wanting a tattoo on your chest that required your shirt to be off.

“Um, well you’d need to take your shirt off..do you want me to get a girl to do this instead?” He hoped you didn’t see how red his ears were.

“No, why would I? I trust you the most, and it’s not like I’m getting naked or anything”

Yet.

He hesitantly nods, instructing you shyly to remove your shirt. This usually wouldn’t be a problem, since Minho finds himself mature. But his attraction towards you is what stands out among the rest of the customers. And he feels guilty for it, given the age gap. You’re 21 and he’s 25, which doesn’t seem that big of a deal to most but the fact that he’s known you since you were technically a teenager amplifies his guilt.

Despite his worries, and your black lace bra, things weren’t very awkward. You both talked as usual, enjoying the time you had since it had been a while. I mean, it's been three years and they're only so many tattoos you want, so inevitably your visits have slowed down over the years. At some point in your rambling, you ask, “Have you ever had a psychotic ex girlfriend?”

He simply shakes his head. “Oh really? Not even like a jealous one?”

“I’ve never had a girlfriend.” He states as if it’s the most normal thing for a gorgeous 25 year old man to have never had a girlfriend.

“YOU WHAT?” you could not contain your shock.

He chuckles softly, “Why so surprised?” He’s still focused on his task at hand.

“Well for starters, you’re gorgeous, and also you’re kind and funny, what else would anyone want?” His laugh was breathier than he wanted it to be, and you definitely catch the pink hue dusting his cheeks.

“Maybe, but I’m also a tattoo artist who didn’t graduate college.”

“I think the tattoo artist thing is dreamy.” You pause, “And hot.”

His breath audibly hitches. “I, thank you.”

Truth is you’ve been pining after Minho for forever. You flirt with him constantly, and it obviously has an effect on him, so you assumed he had a girlfriend since he never made a move. But even so, you always secretly hoped he was single. And maybe you let your delusions get the best of you, because you scheduled the latest appointment possible, and picked your most flattering bra for him to see. Your plaid skirt was short too, knee high socks complimenting your thighs.

“Any plans or ideas for the next tattoo?” Minho asks, desperate to change the subject.

“I dunno, I’m kinda running out of ideas.”

“Damn, I’d miss my favorite customer.”

“Well, maybe we should go for coffee sometime?” He pauses his movements, obviously flustered, but also deep in thought of what his response should be.

“You know I can’t, but I’m flattered regardless.” Minho failed to hide his disappointment in his voice.

“Why, can’t date customers or what?”

He laughs a bit, “No, have you seen this place? We don’t really have rules.”

You laugh with him, “Okay so why? Am I not pretty or?”

That wasn’t very funny to him. “No, you’re breathtaking.” He knows he shouldn’t have said that, yet he doesn’t feel a single trace of regret. “It’s just, the age gap.” You furrow your brows in confusion, “Aren’t you 25?”

“Yeah.”

You couldn’t help giggling at him. “Oh please Minho, I’ve been on dates with way older than you.” His eyes dart up at you. “What? How much older?”

You shrug, “Doesn’t matter, go out with me?”

He turns off the tattoo gun and sets it next to him, deep in thought.

You suddenly wrap your legs around him to bring him closer, “Please?”, you watch his eyes flutter shut as you comb his hair with your fingers. You didn’t dare make another move. You needed him to take the next step. He caught on to this quickly, given the fact that you’ve had your fingers and legs wrapped around him for what felt like forever, and have made no further effort to act on the obvious tension between the two of you. Despite your persuasion, he still felt guilty. But his judgment was clouded by your hot breath fanning his cheeks.

You nearly zone out taking in his features, but quickly brought back by Minho closing the gap between the two of you.

His lips were so soft. He kissed just like he did his tattoos, calm and precise, concentrated on doing everything the best way possible. He bites your bottom lip softly, granting himself access to push his tongue in your mouth. He tastes so sweet it was insane.

You whine softly, tugging at his shirt. Minho pulls away from you for a second, pulling off his shirt, then quickly attaching his lips once more. His lips trail down your jaw towards your neck as you whimper. You hiss when his chest accidentally comes in contact with your new (unfinished) tattoo.

He pulls away worried, “Sorry, did I hurt you?”’

You shyly shake your head, “I liked it.” He raises his eyebrows at you, “I liked the pain, feels nice.” He stares at you, his concerned expression morphing into a devilish smirk.

“Oh really?” He touches you again, groping your breast slightly, barely pressing against the tattoo but still enough to cause a pleasurable thrill.

Minho kisses you again but with much more force this time, biting your lip rather harshly, earning a deep moan from you. His hand slowly inches up your thighs teasingly, searching for the hem of your underwear. He pulls away abruptly to look at you, and then pulls your skirt up. He scoffs when he finds that you indeed were not wearing anything under your skirt.

“You’re crazy.” He laughs, shaking his head, not really trying to hide that his face was bright ass red.

“I’m crazy for you.” you pull him closer, missing his lips on yours. He shakes his head in disapproval, “Cringe.”, you look at him in disbelief, about to protest but immediately distracted by his hand reaching down to cup your heat. You feel yourself beginning to fall apart for him right then and there.

“You're so wet.” He flashes you a toothy grin while running his fingers up and down your folds. You don’t respond, too focused on the fact that his hands were finally touching you, and this wasn’t a dream.

You’d often daydream about his hands alone. You loved staring at his hands while he held that tattoo gun, veiny and big, and precise in every movement. You’d think about all the ways his hands could move precisely, and not with the tattoo gun.

Your thoughts are cut short when Minho's head is in between your legs. “Fuck.”, you whisper, the way his dough eyes are looking up at you, half for consent and half for amusement was enough to make you finish right there. Nonetheless, you power through.

Minho licks a long, slow stripe up your folds. When he meets your clit, he circles his tongue slowly over it, before going back down to tease your entrance.

The way he eats you out is heaven. He uses a kissing motion around your clit, rather than just applying pressure or sucking on it (he does that too). You whine, pushing his face impossibly closer to you, tugging at his hair begging him to keep going. Your legs shake as you feel your high approaching, Minho gets the message and speeds up his actions. Out of nowhere he pushes in a finger, pumping it in and out of you quickly. This tips you over the edge and before you know it your thighs are shaking violently, closing around his head as you cum with a silent cry, back arched in the air.

Minho cleans you up with his tongue, ignoring your whines from overstimulation. Eventually he stops and looks up at you, and fuck if it isn’t the prettiest sight you’ve ever seen. His lips parted, pupils blown out, and you don’t miss your juices dripping down his chin. His lustful gaze is working you up all over again.

You pull him into another heating kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. You hand trails down to his hard on, palming him softly. He groans deeply into the kiss, playing with the clasp of your bra until it falls off your shoulders. Minho pulls from this kiss to peel the rest of your bra off, letting out a shaken exhale staring at your bare chest. It’s not long before he has his lips wrapped around your nipple and his hand around your other breast. You enjoy this for a moment, before playing with his belt until you manage to get it off.

You stand up, taking Minho by surprise. He almost thought you were leaving until you get on your knees. His breath is shaky and he watches you pulling out his member. You practically drool at the sight of it. It wasn't too long, but longer than most. And what he didn’t have in length was made up for by how fucking thick it was. You wrap your hand around it, pumping steadily.

Soon enough, you take him all in your mouth, tip hitting the back of your throat. Luckily he did not notice your impatience, too immersed in the feeling of your mouth around him. You bob your head up and down on him, alternating between swirling your tongue around his tip and sucking it. He eventually begins thrusting his hips, meeting your bobbing motions until you feel him twitch in your mouth and he pulls you off him. You can’t help but pout up at him and he just chuckles, pulling you off the ground. He kisses you briefly before bending you over the tattoo chair.

You whimper as he teases your folds, dragging his cock up and down them. You feel his tip teasing your entrance, your cunt leaking in anticipation.

“Wait,” he breaths, “Do you have a condom?”

“No? Why would I have a condom? You're the guy here.”

“Yeah well you’re the one who expected this to happen!”

“I did not!”

“You literally didn’t wear any underwear.”

“I’m on the pill.”

You hear him sigh, “Are you sure?”

“Minho just fuck me already before I ride you instead.”

Despite your affirmation, he was still hesitant. Pushing in as slowly as possible, your warm cunt enveloping him earns a somewhat high pitched moan from him.

You want to tease him, you really do, but you’re already a fucking mess and he hasn’t moved. The stretch is absolutely delicious, and he’s reaching every spot perfectly.

He begins moving steady, hands gripping your hips. You’re loud and he loves it. Your moans encouraging him to move faster, he builds up his pace. “Fuck fuck fuck! Like that please!” You babble, already feeling your consciousness slip away.

“Mmm you like it rough right? You like it when I fuck you dumb?.” you can only nod, incredibly turned on by his words.

Knock knock.

You both pause, and you feel reality coming back to you when you hear a voice from the other side of the door.

“Hey Minho, sorry to interrupt.”

Fuck. It had completely slipped your mind that yeah maybe there weren't really any other customers there but there were obviously workers. And you recognized her voice, it was Yuri, the one who always answered your calls and scheduled your appointments. God this was embarrassing.

“I’m leaving for the day, so if you could lock up when you’re uh, done, that’d be great.”

You could not be more mortified in this moment.

“Okay sounds good, thanks Yuri.” Minho yells from the other side.

You both wait until you hear the bell from the front door, indicating she had left.

“Oh my god that’s so embarrassing.” You whine, burying your face further in the chair. Minho laughs in disbelief, “You wore no underwear and THAT'S embarrassing?”

all you do is whine and mumble a ‘shut up’ before he’s fucking you again without warning, this time pulling your hair. You yelp at the sting, eyes rolling back to your head.

“Thought you wanted an audience baby? Thought you wanted everyone to know I was fucking you so well?” You can’t respond, you're too close to your climax already. Minho takes note of this and picks up the pace, thrashing into you without mercy.

“Oh my god I’m so close please!” You cry, tears of pleasure spilling down your cheeks. Minho just grunts, snaking his fingers down under you to rub your clit.

You see white as you cum for the second time tonight, walls clamping down on Minho, causing him to cum shortly after you.

You both lay there for a while, catching each other's breath. You jolt up when you hear him walking away, fearing that he was going to leave, only to find him returning with a warm towel to clean you up. You’re silent as he cleans you up, just watching him with adoration.

“So,” he clears his throat, “Should we go somewhere now?”

You smile, “My place?”

He chuckles, “I was thinking dinner?”

-AHH I had sm fun writing this!! Expect a sequel bc omg I cannot stop thinking ab tattoo artist bf lee know? Like? Anywaysss pls lmk your thoughts! I’m not great at writing but I love to do it, so I’d rlly like tips on how I can improve!!

[whyse7vn]

MIN YOONGI

FAVOURITE:

Yoongi prides himself in being your favourite.

Relishes in knowing he’s your favourite. Yoongi has always carried this certain smugness to him because of it. Yoongi imagines you hold him on a pedestal in your mind. Above Namjoon above Jungkook above them all because Yoongi is your favourite always has been always will be.

Your first.

Your favourite.

Yoongi was 25 when he first realised he was your favourite. You had kissed him the night before you were set to move in with Jungkook on the rooftop of your shared dorm building the sun set and the air cool.

“Yoongi i’m sorry i—”

“Don’t apologise” He tucks a piece of loose hair behind your ear your cheeks dust a pretty shade of pink.

Cute.

Yoongi moves his hand away from your face and turns to lean over the balcony eyes now taking in the view of Gangnam after hours.

“How come you’re here? didnt Namjoon want to speak to you or something?”

“Oh uh yeah!”

You’re flustered by the sudden question.

Cute.

“-he did but uh Namjoon can wait… right?”

You play with your hands as you speak your tone of voice anything but confident.

“Right” Yoongi confirms.

Namjoon can wait.

Namjoon will wait.

Sure Yoongi feels a little guilty on keeping Joon waiting but his ego is way too high right now pride practically overflowing.

“You picked me over Namjoon”

He’s giddy body warm with emotion.

“What?”

Yoongi doesn’t respond. He can’t. Not that he heard you anyways, too many thoughts consume him in this moment. He wishes he could stop time. Wishes he could take a photo of this moment wishes he could replay this scene over and over again wishes he could write down the exact words the exact touches you had just exchanged on a piece of paper and hang it in a museum for all to see. Call him psychotic call him insane he’s way beyond caring at this point because this moment right here means everything to him. So long of silently fighting to be at the forefront of your mind and finally an opening.

An opening you had gone out of your way to create for him.

You had picked him.

Yoongi.

Right now over Namjoon.

But Yoongi knows this is just the start. If he plays his cards right, which he will, and successfully roots himself as your first and your favourite.

In his peripheral watches the way you slightly bounce on the balls of your feet.

He knows you’re nervous and he knows he has to take advantage of that. He knows he has to get you hooked to solidify his place as your favourite. He knows he has to-

“Listen Yoongi, if i made you uncomfortable or…”

He turns to face you again.

“Let me kiss you for real this time”

—

6 Months after your shared kiss and one or two (definitely more) ‘casual hookups’ Yoongi is aware you’ve slept with Jungkook that you actively sleep with Jungkook.

Yoongi actually found out you were fucking messing with Jungkook from you yourself. The guilt of sleeping with another man behind Yoongi’s back eating you up so bad that you just had to blurt it out over your shared chinese at 3 AM. Yoongi had assured you that it was fine. I mean it was Jungkook…. Jeon Jungkook like loser Jeon Jungkook who had been telling you he loved you since he was 16 yet the relationship between you unchanging.

Oh, right…

he guesses it has changed now you know, you mess around and stuff. But it’s not like Jungkook is your boyfriend or- …okay so maybe it’s not completely ‘fine’ in Yoongi’s mind that you’re messing around with Jungkook he might be a little jealous but admittedly Yoongi sleeps with other people here and there too he can’t be a hypocrite now!

And it was inevitable, well that’s what he tells himself. You’re both the same age, live in the same house and Jungkook is clearly into you and you—

it doesn’t matter because it was inevitable.

Inevitable yet unchanging of Yoongi’s position as your favourite. That he wants to be is sure of. Because from 9 to 5 to 10 3 or 12 Yoongi is the one you call, work hours he’s the one you bother and after work hours he’s the one occupying your time. Not Jungkook not anyone else just Yoongi, your favourite.

—

When you became close with the members of seventeen Yoongi still stood confident in his position as your favourite. When you went on that date with Mingyu, when those pictures of you and Sungcheol got leaked when you wouldn’t stop talking about that Woozi guy, Yoongi was certain he was still your favourite. Sure he did get into a couple of fights broken a few bones but it was all within reason and definitely not because his position as your favourite felt as if it was being threatened.

Yoongi has always been your favourite

from the moment you gave him the opportunity to be

from the moment you kissed him

from the moments you’ve chosen him over someone else

from Minho to the Seventeen guys to Jungkook you’ve always come back to Yoongi.

Always.

So those 4 1/2 months,not that he was counting, you were with Jaehyun Yoongi for the first time was admittedly worried.

Worried.

So fucking worried.

You suddenly like sand in his hands 4 1/2 months of torture.

Slipping through his fingers.

4 1/2 months of waiting.

Right in front of his eyes.

4 1/2 months of wondering.

Unsure on what to do.

4 1/2 months of doubt.

4 1/2 months of regret.

4 1/2 months of cheap alcohol.

4 1/2 months of unsent messages.

4 1/2 months you sand slipping through his fingers. Yoongi unsure on what to do.

The day you a Jaehyun broke up Yoongi was already one foot out the door but Namjoon told him not go and then Hobi sent a text saying you were with him and then 30 minutes later another saying you were on your way to see… Tae?

You still sand slipping through his fingers but it shouldn’t be like that no not now because Yoongi is your favourite. Your first your favourite and you’re not in a relationship so things should be back to normal but you, still sand slipping through his fingers no- Days pass he thinks about you going to Tae he thinks about you Taehyung and Namjoon, he remembers Hoseok punching Jaehyun sand NO he thinks about valentine’s day you, Seokjin Taehyung slipping through his fingers. Jungkook and you but he is your first so why are you still—

Sand.

Slipping through his fingers.

Why?

It’s not a question of why anymore, is it?

Yes Min Yoongi your first.

But your favourite?

False.

Min Yoongi was never your favourite

but you,

definitely his.

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some overall context this is from yoongi’s pov so if like points contradict and shit if just representation of how his mind is atm and all that like yeah idk if it translated well lmk :3

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[spicyicetea]

Side note from the current Yandere JJBAx reader I’m working on but still JJBA related. I’m currently watching part 4 and I just love everyone.

So here are my opinions on them and some relationship headcannons

Not all characters have relationship stuff-

Jotaro

I love how Jotaro is still himself but just… feels slightly baby girled. I also love how the first thing we properly see of him in part 4 is him 1- pitying a turtle 2-sucker punching Josuke moments later. With that being said, he’d totally be smitten for you. I may joke on how others are simps, this is my number one simp choice.

You probably didn’t obsess over him like the girls when he was younger but actually talk to him like a person, not just a set of hot muscles. He does like it when you talk about his hot muscles though ok… play your cards right and he might let you touch, but don’t tease him or he’ll back away. But, once you’re official, I feel like he’d quite like witty banter and teasing from his partner, as long as it’s clear you’re joking. No joke, probably fell for you after you mentioned a random fish/ocean creature fact.

“Huh? Oh you’re reading about starfish? I like starfish, even though they’re not actually a fish.”

“Marry me-“ “huh, what did you-“ “good grief, I said nothing…” 10/10 on my way to marry him as we speak.

Josuke

Josuke, I wasn’t sure if I’d like him at first but he is my baby no.2. He’s such a sweetheart, so dependable. Just his reaction any time his friends are in danger is just perfect. Plus I love his mom. The way he’d defend your honour like he defends his hair. Anyone say anything out of pocket about you and they’re dealing with your very powerful boy. Totally brags to you about how he’s Jotaro’s uncle and that Jotaro asks for his help on missions soooo often. But then later asks Jotaro for date ideas and advice because he’s older. My man is a romantic at heart you can’t lie to me. 10/10 would make dinner for him and baby him.

Koichi

Although Koichi isn’t my type personally, he’s such a cutie patootie. He’s so sweet and genuine that I imagine he’d just be a darling to eat lunch with and talk about your favourite shows or manga. 10/10, would walk with you too and from school.

Okuyasu

Okuyasu… he is my baby. He’s stupid, strong and has a heart of gold despite looking like a delinquent… you guys can’t lie to me that is definition of a Himbo. You can’t tell me he wouldn’t drag you out on every little adventure he could with him and the others. He’d have you wearing his jacket when it’s cold and if you already have one he’d insist his is warmer and then wear yours so you can have his. Dinner dates at Tonio’s. Yeah 10/10 he might be a menace sometimes but he’d fight for you. Use your scary dog privilege wisely.

Speaking of Tonio… only slutty men know how to cook. (/J) 10/10 I love him, underrated husband.

Rohan is a self centred jerk… I’m going to aggressively make out with him and you can’t stop me. 10/10 (sorry I’ve only seen like 2 episodes with him so I don’t have much commentary)

I’ve only just gotten to the episode where we see him pulling up to his house after nearly hitting Koichi so I can’t really report on Kira yet… but a man who carries an arm around… yeah smash- 10/10 psychotic asshole.

[tommydarlings]

Dark Paradise | s.v

pairing: dark!ex!mean!dom!rbr!seb x sub!reader

warning: dark, stalking, psychotic behaviour, obsessive behaviour, smut, cnc, dacryphilia, chocking, spitting, bondage, inappropriate usage of tape, orgasm denial

w/c: 1.3k

summary: After successfully getting away from your crazy ex boyfriend, you thought that you never have to see him again…you were definitely wrong — and you’ve noticed that as soon as you woke up with tape tightly bound around your wrists and a familiar man standing next to your bed in the middle of the night. | Read 'Part 1' here !

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You desperately tried to get away from him as you wildly moved your body from side to side and, luckily, after a few seconds of non stop trashing around in his grasp, his arms loosened themselves around your waist.

With a heavy sigh, you took all the strength that you’ve got and hit him with your elbow in his ribs, making him groan before he dropped your figure. And you didn’t waste a single second, immediately running towards the door, throwing it open and taking off, just running away from him, that was your only thought at that time.

- - -

“One room for one night please,” you mumbled nervously to the lady at the reception. She gave you a slightly concerned look but still didn’t hesitate to give you the key.

After running for quite a long time already, you coincidentally came face to face with a tiny hotel and with one last glance behind you, you sighed before you entered the small building.

And now finally laying in bed with your limbs stretched out and deep breaths escaping your mouth, you were only able to silently pray that your ex boyfriend, Sebastian, didn’t follow you.

- - -

You groaned as you weren’t able to reach the tiny button to turn the lamp next to you off but after almost falling out of bed, you reached it and turn the little lamp that was placed on the old nightstand off. With a sigh, you put the soft blanket over your body and closed your eyes, desperately trying to fall asleep now.

But you were only able to turn, turn and turn. There was no way that you were able to fall asleep tonight even though you knew that you were safe here.

The last position that you found yourself in after turning like a mad women, was with your back towards the door and with your face facing the small window in the room.

And after multiple minutes of just staring at the small, white, window, you were able to fall asleep.

But that sleep didn’t last long.

After most probably not even four hours, you woke up again, this time on your stomach. But this time there was also the little lamp on your nightstand turned on again, making the room a bit brighter.

You groaned again and furrowed your brows since you could have sworn to yourself that you turned the lamp off but didn’t think about it to much.

But what you definitely though about was the fact that you couldn’t move your hands. It almost felt like they were… tied together.

And when you raised your head to look at your wrists, you were right, they were restrained with a thick layer of black tape, making it completely unable for you to move them.

You gulped before you felt the tears entering your wide eyes, quickly raising your head and immediately catching the gaze of the person you so desperately tried to escape.

Your ex boyfriend, Sebastian.

While tears were slowly running down your temple, you sniffled as you saw him looking down at you with his arms crossed, smirk over his soft lips.

“S-Sebastian, let me g-go…please-”

But he slowly shook his head as he bit his bottom lip, “No, no, no and no! You’ve ran away from me! Twice already! I won’t make that mistake again to let you run out of my life, liebling,” darling. he stated.

You gasped as you felt his hand stroking your wet cheek, wiping some of the tears away while he put his other hand on your now trashing wrists that were bound together.

He briefly chuckled, “Don’t do that, sweetheart,” Sebastian said, ”Shhh, it’s okay…I am here.”

You had to bite back a laugh, “Yeah, t-that’s the p-problem.”

Sebastian's smirk faded, his eyes quickly darkened again as he heard your words. And in a matter of only a few seconds, he grabbed your by your waist, turned you around so you were laying on your stomach and put his weight on you, both hands now playing with your underwear.

“No!” You cried out, “Get o-off of me, you s-sick bastard!” But it was no use, he was visibly stronger and had way more power over you at the moment. Sebastian only smiled before he pushed your underwear to the side, exposing your pussy.

“Stop it, liebling,” Sebastian mumbled, “It’s not like I haven’t seen all of this before,” he told you in a deep tone before you felt his fingertips gliding through your folds, slowly entering your wet cunt.

He hummed, “For the fact that you want me to get off of you, you are pretty wet, darling.”

You gasped as soon as he thrusted his long fingers in and out of you, whining every time he almost completely removed from your pussy, and then shoved them knuckles deep back in, making you see stars.

Sebastian quickly leaned down and spit on your pussy, letting it run down until it reached your entrance, briefly removing his fingers and stuffing his warm spit into you cunt while you moaned into the sheets.

He tilted his head to the side while he put his other hand on the back of your neck, forcing the left side of your face even further into the white bedsheets. You looked up at him with furrowed brows, “Don’t act like you don’t like it, because I can feel that you do.”

You whined as he went faster, making you squeeze your eyes shut, letting a few tears run down your red cheeks.

“Almost forgot how you feel around my fingers, baby,” Sebastian groaned, “Feels almost better than before my love, still so tight and wet.”

His big hand left the back of your neck and as soon as you felt his big palm gliding away from your delicate skin, you started trash your bound wrists around again, repeatedly screaming and whining into the sheets while his finger movements didn’t stop.

Sebastian angrily bit his lip before he slammed his palm down onto your wrists, harshly pressing them against the swell of your bum and making it unable for you to move them again.

“Stop. Resisting. Me,” the German above you told you in a deep and harsh tone. You squeezed your eyes shut again as you felt your orgasm approaching you, sighing as the tears didn’t stop. “N-No,” you answered before you whined.

Sebastian tilted his head to the side, “No?”

You tried to bite back a moan as you started to clench around his fingers, “No,” you shook your head.

The blonde man above your shaking figure only chuckled, “Oh liebling, you were never good at shutting up, now were you?” He stated before he swiftly removed his fingers from your begging pussy, making you gasp and cry out into the tear stained bedsheets.

“N-No, please! Please, s-sebastian!” You whined in a high pitched tone as you heard him sucking his two fingers off, groaning and moaning at your taste.

He put both of his hands onto your bound wrists now, holding them down, knowing you would probably start to trash them around again. “Please what, my love?”

You sniffled while a few tears ran down your temple and cheeks, “Please l-let me cum, b-baby,” you whined.

He laughed, “baby?” Furrowing his brows in a funny way, “Since when am I your baby again, sweetheart? Be honest, you're only calling me baby now because you're a little slut that just wants to cum, am I right?”

After a few seconds, you slowly shook your head.

Sebastian didn’t say anything for a while, he only removed one his hands from your wrists and put it in your hair, forcing your head upwards into the air.

“Don’t lie to me,” he harshly whispered from behind, making you gasp.

You gulped before you nodded.

“Yeah? Am I right?” You just continued to nod, not saying a single word.

“Perfect.” Your ex muttered before he leaned forward and kissed your shoulder.

[luwritesomething]

Billy Loomis x reader

Reader is having a horrible day and.billy comforts her

Billy Loomis x Reader: bad day (good life)

Warnings: Swearing (probably), bad day, billy climbing through your window

Tags: fluff, lowkey domestic, established relationship, a single kiss, bad day but good outcome, pre murders, ooc for billy (i don’t think so but he’s definitely not in his psychotic breakdown here)

Reader pronouns: Non stated (reader is referred to as ‘doll’ once).

Word count: 1109

Summary: Reader had a bad day, but good thing Billy boy is there to save the day.

Author’s note: i love him your honor :’) jesus christ it literally makes NO SENSE how much i love this man. please, keep the billy requests coming, i love writing for him!!!! pre murders, during murders, post murders, fluff, angst, you name it!!! i’ll write anything for him at this point <3 thank you for requesting @manyfandomsfanvergent, i loved writing this one and i really appreciate people sending requests :)

criticism, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! requests are open, especially for scream! hit that anon button and tell me your ideas. in the scream fandom, i write for billy loomis, stu macher, mickey altieri, chad meeks-martin, mindy meeks-martin, tara carpenter, anika kayoko, laura crane

The only light in the room was the one that came from the little lamp by your nightstand, barely enough to make certain corners of the bedroom visible enough. A soft but chill end-of-summer breath sneaked through the slightly open window, chilling the room down and forcing you to cover even better with your bed’s covers, since you had no energy to get up and close it. 

The comforting covers’ weight wasn’t enough that day to make you feel anything different than the despair that had attacked your day since the moment you had woken up, and all you wanted was to fall asleep and face a new, better morning. But of course, nothing could go correctly, and your mind wouldn’t stop spinning and spiraling, keeping you wide awake instead of letting you drift into a sweet dream. Just great.

Billy hadn’t really noticed you were having a bad day, you had played it cool enough during your time together at school for his careful eye not to catch anything out of character, so his visit wasn’t really justified apart from wanting to get out of his house and possibly spend more time with you. When he saw that your window was open, he didn’t even try to warn you of his arrival, instead choosing to climb like he was already used to — he had probably used the door to your house once, that time he had come to check how you were feeling during that day you had skipped class because of being sick. 

His eyes scanned the room from outside before he finally lifted himself with the help of his arms and slid into your bedroom, not used to so much darkness. Billy was surprised to not see you sitting on your desk, doing the English essay you had due tomorrow — he knew you hadn’t started because you had mentioned during lunch while you talked with Sidney. His eyebrows raised slightly when he saw you coddled on bed, covers and sheets almost completely covering your head. 

“Everything alright, doll?”

His presence and voice triggered you so badly — given that, during your laments, you hadn’t heard him, especially considering how stealthy he always tried to be —, that you sat up, letting the covers fall around you as your heart beated desperately against your chest. You relaxed when you saw it was just Billy, but your heart continued to furiously attempt to break out from its place.

“Jesus, Billy, don’t ever scare me like that.” You muttered rather quickly, and then you let yourself go back to your previous position in bed. Billy smiled to himself as he made his way to your bed, slowly. You felt the mattress dip down when he sat by the end of it, and you sighed. “It’s just… a bad day.”

Billy looked at you from the corner of his eyes. “Hm?”

You gave in, letting your voice come out all muffled as you pressed your face against the pillow. “Terrible, actually.”

“Oh, no.” He chuckled, and you knew he wasn’t laughing at you when his weight shifted and he crawled to your side, mindful of not letting his boots touch your clean covers. When you moved your face away from the pillow, you saw his face just some inches away from yours, boring his eyes into yours. “What are we gonna do about that?”

A soft smile blossomed in your lips while his hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb lovingly brushing against your skin. “Come cuddle?” You whispered hopefully.

Billy just hummed, and the two seconds you had to wait for him to get rid of his boots was excruciating. Once he was barefoot, he slid next to you under the covers, his arms coming to surround you and press you closely against him — you wished more people knew this version of him. He looked gloomy and even scary from the outside, but his sweetness was betrayed by his eyes and his actions, not only with you, but with those he loved.

“There.” He said softly when your head came to rest in his chest. His heartbeat was slow, grounding, comforting, but most of all, familiar. “I missed you.”

You dismissed the fact you had seen each other throughout most of the whole day, and instead tried your best to lift your gaze to him. “Did you really?”

“Mhm.” Billy hummed softly, his fingers rubbing circles against your arm. “Thought about you the whole day. Do you wanna talk about it?”

“About what?” 

“Your day?”

“Oh.” Your head instantly started to shake, a silent no that was quickly followed by, “Not really.”

You only knew he had acknowledged that because of the way he hummed, the vibrations reverberating against your head pressed to his chest. It was a warm feeling, fuzzy, that made you smile softly. You inhaled his scent slowly, letting his perfume surround you in that comfort your covers hadn’t been able to give you.

“You’re comfortable.” You muttered after some seconds, hiding your smile.

Billy couldn’t help but snort. “You’re not using me as a pillow.”

“I already am.”

“But you’re easy to shove.”

Laughter spilled from your mouth, and your arms came to surround his waist, under all the sheets covering you. “No!”

With a soft smile you didn’t see, Billy heard your laughter continue and eventually die, leaving just the trace of a genuine smile in your pretty face. His breath could have caught in his throat if this had been the first time he had ever seen you like this, but instead, he recognized the sight and the familiarity it brought him almost overwhelmed him.

“You laughed.” He said, after some minutes.

You frowned slightly. “Uh?”

“I made you laugh.” Billy pointed out, and you could hear the boyish grin in his lips. “Even when you were sulking so badly.”

“Get over it.” You said with a roll of your eyes, but not moving an inch from him. “It was a bad day, not a bad life.”

Billy just shook his head, his smile growing with every passing second, and holding you impossibly closer to him. You could get used to this, you thought, as you closed your eyes to focus on the heartbeat beating happily because of you. You’ve gotten used to this, you realized when Billy’s hand lifted your head with just tapping your chin, getting you to look at him with stars in your eyes that he certainly reciprocated. 

“Kiss me?” You muttered, like asking for a promise.

He smiled, watching you for a few seconds before he finally leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips. It was a promise.

[thesuperiorgenshinaddict]

Hiya could I request Val x reader, where reader and angel become friends and val gets jealous of them spending time together. It can be NSFW if u want it to

AN: trying to think of a title but i can't think of shit LMFAO. gonna put the SFW stuff at the top and the N$FW at the bottom. also i can't really think of when val would be jealous of angel n you normally cuz i dont think he has thaaat much beef w/ angel so it can probably be taken as val having a wittle psychotic crushy wushy on reader and denying it in his head lolz

also halfway through writing this i just realized that you could've wanted a soft thing of valentino and reader talking it out and being like 'erm bro i got jealous...' and shit but like i went more of the canon route :3333 Pairing: Valentino x GN! Reader, (Platonic) Angel Dust x GN! Reader Warnings: Valentino typical shit, weaaaapoons ooo, Violence, Angel Dust slander, Valentino being an asshole, Degradation, SFW-ish HCs:

You and Angel Dust were Valentino's top stars. Made him the most cash and shit so he was slightly nicer to the both of you. Of course, that also meant you had to film more often.

So, imagine how fucking PISSED he was when you were not only late for filming, your ass also went to goof around with Angel. Mind you, he was already pissing and shitting himself after Angel skeddaddled to the Hazbitch Hotel.

The mere thought that he might lose another of his top stars to that shithole made him petulantly stomp his feet like a whiny bitch. He decided to be a nice, kind individual (he's delusional) and try to let you off with a warning. Honestly, said 'warning' was just him making you feel like shit and making himself seem nice and all that.

As much as he likes the amount of cash Angel Dust gets him, he gets irked every time he sees that slutty bitch's face. It was definitely hypocritical of him to say, but he considered Angel a 'bad influence'. He's just waiting for the day he catches you fucking around with those redemption hoes. Valentino's hands are just itching to grab his beloved gun and shoot the fucking hotel up. (lmao will I get flagged for that)

Thank god you weren't late for anything else for a long while. Valentino almost forgot how much he was raging until he spots Angel and you at a mall. A fucking mall. Great, and you're even giggling and kicking your feet with him. Valentino swears he has no actual interest in you, but that shit set him off. He screeches at Vox for like 3 hours until you pull up at the studio and he goes batshit.

He gives Angel the most ominous glare in the history of, idk, me and your mom's relationship and drags you to the dressing room. Seriously, why the fuck is he acting like this? Fucking hell. Why the fuck were you flirting with the horny spider shitbag? (Delusional Valentino real) To be fair, he'd be more pissed if you were trying to hit on some rando in the street, but Angel Dust is still a traitorous lying dick in his book. I forgot if that was a phrase or not. Or idiom, I don't fucking know.

Wow, that's a lot of fucks.

Now for the sussy HC's boom:

He's fucking your brains out. He probably won't stop until he physically sees marks of his hands and teeth everywhere. Doesn't bother to prep you with anything, just rawdogs it.

Has you bent over the makeup desk thing or whatever the fuck it's called and holding your face in one of his hands. Says the most condescending shit, but it just sounds embarrassingly insecure. Well, it would be funny if it wasn't for how he's one movement away from choking your lights out.

His claws dig into your back and he has one of your legs onto the table just to hit the angle that has you crying. All the while, his mouth is yapping away about how if you left him he would track you down and obliterate your asshole until you can't walk for the next week and a half.

Bonus points if he drags Angel in just to watch his expression while he makes you say stupid shit. Probably thinks he's being cool based off Angel Dust's upset face, but that's mainly because Angel's just feeling bad for you. Valentino's still having his headcanon that Angel and you are trying to hit it off.

Valentino's probably pushing the laws of physics with this because that's at least Mach 10 speed. It's a joke, I think. Running his fingers over your spine to watch you shiver, his pride is almost palpable.

Once he busted a nut, he walks off like nothing happens. Literally strutting away like he just invented the flying dildo or something. Oh god, this is making me think that he probably has. Christ.

Angel helps clean you up and the two of you can share a depressing laugh about how you're literally just homies. Valentino acts a lot more possessive afterwards and religiously stares Angel Dust down.

Good luck trying to leave the tower now, he's making sure he's constantly watching you.

Drabble woo (i'll make a ff of this soon i promise)

Valentino's eye twitches as he takes labored breaths. "You fucking slut." He growls out as he clenches and unclenches his fists. His wings are unraveled and he slams the dressing room door shut. Suddenly, his entire personality pulls a 180. His lower set of hands go to cup your face and he visibly relaxes. "Aw, baby," He coos. "Do I not give you enough attention? Is that why you're so desperate to whore around with Angel?" As if he's trying to coax an answer out of you, he runs his hand down your back in a comforting (?) motion. Apparently his attention span is really fucking low because he abruptly stands up and lifts you up by your neck. He fucking squeezes. Hard. "How the fuck am I not treating you well enough? Since you have so much time to fuck around and go burn my well earned cash with that lanky bitch, how about you tell me what you're not happy about?!" His nails dig into your skin and you can vaguely feel the blood slowly trickling down. Your heart is like it's beating out of your chest and holy shit, the adrenaline is going crazy.

AN: okay yeah so sry for sudden stop but ill probably write this as a fanfic thing later cuz rn i procrasinated this req for soo long like 5 whopping days bro oh my gyatt. im gonna work on my masterlist and whatever first and then ill get this done okie? okie thanks 4 understanding i hope this req was what you wanted otherwise feel free to ask for a remake w/ a diff vibe yk :p

[ficdumper]

Hey there! So I heard that you doing requests so I decided to ask for one! It would be male reader x Rosie, where the reader is a psychotic murderer who's just in the hotel for the free room and is usually a nuisance, but when Rosie comes to visit one day he goes all silent and shy and she finds him super adorable so she keeps coming back. It can be head cannons and it would be romantic fluff.

Rosie x m!reader

Type: one-shot, headcanons

Relationship: romantic

Tags: fluff

Warnings: mentions blood and murder

You, just like all the other sinners in the Pride ring, were here for a reason. Or, reasons. For some it was an ice cream stolen when they were 5, for others - alcohol and robbery.

For you, though?

Murder.

Lots of it.

You've always been quie a creative person when it came to death, your own didn't change it. It just meant you could get more creative and stop hiding it.

Your first years in hell (or has it been centuries) were pretty much the same: kill, cause chaos, annoy some overlords, kill and so on. It was becoming a little too repetitive. So, when you heard about Hazbin hotel, you decided to check it out. It seemed quite an easy deal: you show some of your less bloody qualities and you get to stay there for free. Sounds like a dream, right?

Well, not completely. Charlie's sweeter than sugar meetings and not being allowed to torture whoever you liked there didn't seem very nice. But a big plus, besides free housing, was that you managed to befriend Alastor, or at least become a close acquaintance.

Was it a big surprise? To other residents, probably. To you, however? No way. Both of you could be described as psycophats, curses, menaces and every other "compliment". But your bloody styles still had some differences. While Alastor was more formal and quite careful, even a little elegant in his own twisted way, you were more unpredictable and chaotic.

It wasn't just with murder. You quickly git a reputation for pulling some unexpected pranks. Let's just say, you're a master at giving others heart attacks.

One day Alastor thought it would be interesting to show his best friend Rosie the hotel. And that's what resulted in our current situation: you were so bewitched from the moment you saw the elegant cannibal that you walked into a wall so hard you got a nose bleed (and who can blame you?)

When Rosie sees it, she asks if you're alright and wipes the blood off your face. You can't do anything besides letting her and admiring her up close. Her dark eyes, her neat elegant hair, her perfect smile...

Your thoughts may be beautiful, but from the side you looked like an entranced zombie staring at Rosie with a slightly opened mouth. 'Now, we don't want you to choke on a fly' she says before gently closing your mouth with her hand, while a gentle smile adorned her face.

That made you shut down completely. Usually you would make a comeback or bite off the hand, but now you were nothing like that. Who knew that someone could bring down a murderous psychopath to his knees with just a smile and a few words?

Even when you were covered in blood and unable to say anything, she couldn't help but think 'Cutie~'

She wouldn't mind getting to know you closer, what a bloody pleasure ❤️

She quickly gets interested in you, but it takes more time for her to actually develop romantic feelings

You quickly intrigue her, especially how someone as bloody and murderous like you can be so adorable and romantic

You two give off Morticia and Gomez vibes, you can fight me on this

She sometimes teases you for blushing and/or stuttering around her. She can't help but find you adorable

You two would develop a tradition of meeting up in the Cannibal Town for some tea and snacks

Since both of you can get quite bloody, she would invite you to her Emporium to try out some body parts. Definitely learns your favourites

Someone: why are you two together?

Rosie: he makes me laugh

Reader, covered in blood: •⩊•🔪

A/N: The photos aren't mine, found them on Pinterest

Thanks for your request, I had fun with it😊✨

[mamirhodessxox]

His Strange Addiction

Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4.

Cody Rhodes x Fem Wrestler!OC (Milena Reyz)

Desc: Milena is getting quite sick of Bianca eying her soon to be husband almost everyday so she takes it upon herself to be involved in a wrestling match with Bianca on Monday night raw & show exactly who Cody belongs to. Melina decided to go with a storyline within WWE where she’s downright psychotic, Talking to herself etc & Cody has no idea until Milena makes her way into the ring.

Contents: Angst, Fluff, Arguing, Milena serving cunt, Cody being a whore for Milena, Mentions of insecurity, 1 Year time skip, slightly toxic duo, Violence. Mentions of Cheating, Accusations of cheating. Implications of smut.

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It had been at-least 2 months since the wedding of Cody & Milena, it was now finally summer slam season, it was July & the couple just arrived to Miami, the only issue was Cody had torn his pec while working out the other day & he was just about to go into a match with Seth in less than 30 minutes.

Milena had just left her dressing room in a referee crop top & shorts since she was reffing for his match and made her way to find Cody to check up on him, but she couldn’t find him anywhere so she went up to Jey “Hey JJ have you seen Cody anywhere?” He tossed his water bottle in his bag “Yeah I’m pretty sure he’s in the back of the locker-rooms with Montez talking about the pec issue.” She nodded thanking him and made his way to the locker rooms expecting to see Montez but instead saw Bianca with him & felt her heart drop. She squinted her eyes and poked her tongue against her cheek before crossing her arms leaning against the doorway while listening to Bianca talk “I’m just so..happy for you cody, truly, but um..if you have any issues with her I’ll have open arms.” And open legs, Cody nodded & thanked her awkwardly while she ran her hand down his arm smiling.

Milena scoffed enough to have the two of them look over at her, Cody immediately knew she had the wrong idea especially if she just saw this happen, Milena nodded her head looking at Cody “Your so fucking insufferable cody, truly. You’re up in 5 minutes.” Cody watched her walk off and clear his throat before glaring over at Bianca “I don’t know what game your trying to play but I swear to fucking god on everything I own if you ruin my goddamn marriage Bi, I will end your career & future careers for as long as you live, and you DEFINITELY shouldn’t trust Mills when she’s as calm as that, she’s going to beat your ass. In the ring and out of it.” He spat his harsh words at her leaving her in shock, Seth just finished his entrance & was In the ring while Milena circled it holding up the championship belt while Cody was making his entrance.

Seth stared down Mills as she stood on one of the ropes flashing the belt towards the crowd with a grin on her face while Seth started talking “Had anyone ever told you that your wife looks fucking amazing today? Maybe after I kick your sorry ass and send you back to Georgia I’ll maybe..give Milena a visit..” he grinned over at Cody while he entered the ring clenching his jaw while She had just let out a laugh at the remark. Before blowing her whistle to start off the match.

Cody was insanely pissed off, He immediately beat Seth to the ground, threw some VERY real punches & stomped into his chest & even got to the point where he left claw like scratches on his face so the announcers had Milena call off the match & Drag cody backstage, The minute that door shut their biggest argument started “What the FUCK was that?!” She shouted while Cody scoffed unwrapping his hands from any bandages & glared “You heard what the hell he said about yo-“ she stopped him with a laugh of mockery “Your fucking kidding me right? Just a few months ago you CRAWLED up my ass for beating the shit out of Bianca for what she said to you and that goddamn shoulder touch and FUCK ME EYES! But when YOU do it suddenly it’s okay?! Your fucking ridiculous.” Cody pointed his finger in her face with a condescending tone“Watch your fucking tone.” She smacked him across the face “Don’t you EVER talk to me like that ever again. It truly amazes me how you’re okay with Bianca making inappropriate suggestions despite our fresh fucking marriage but the minute Seth does it you go fucking insane.” She spat at him.

“And the minute I get my fucking hands on her she’s fucking done and you know it, especially after that little connection with her earlier.” She glared while Cody wiped blood off his lip scoffing “Don’t you da-“ before he could even finish Milena stormed out of the dressing room and everyone in the locker room heard the entire argument and ran after Mills to stop her including, Roman, Seth, Montez & Jey but she was to fast, she found Bianca & Immediately the other girls such as Becky, Liv & Rhea tried stopping her but she was yet again to quick, “Jey go get cody & tell him to grab Milena before she ends up in a damn cell tonight.” Jey ran off to get Cody “Your chick is about to beat Biancas ass you better go on and get’er” Cody furrowed his brows and started running to where everyone was & saw Milena & Bianca slamming into lockers & pulling onto each-others hair but Milena grabbed Bianca by the back of her head and slammed her head into a wall yelling at her. Cody & Roman pushed their way through the crowd trying to stop the girls & both of them grabbed Mills while roman kept shouting at Bianca to either ‘shut the fuck up’ or ‘Go somewhere before I let her go.’ Milena fought against Cody still yelling at Bianca calling her a Cunt & other harsh names before He dragged her away from the scene “You need to take a goddamn breath Milena.” Her chest heaved up and down while Cody held her arms trying to get her to calm down but she was still furious “Your sleeping with Bianca aren’t you? Why the FUCK do you both have some sort of chemistry and connection since I’ve came to WWE?”

Cody groaned and ran his hands down his face “I’m not fucking sleeping with Bianca Milena!” She scoffed “Bullshit! You two have something going on, Your on the same fucking cover for that dumbass game and have shared moments together behind the scenes of a goddamn photo shoot, let me find out your lying to me Cody and I swear to god I will make this marriage a living hell for you.”

She stormed off leaving Cody by himself, for hours they gave each other the silent treatment during the entire summer slam event, Jey & Seth walked into the dressing room while Jey handed Milena coffee he cleared his throat “So how are you handling the news??” She quirked up an eyebrow “What news?” Seth looked over at Jey & Her confused “I thought Cody told you Bianca & Him used to sleep with each-other before you joined WWE?” Milena immediately had a facial expression that showed the pair she had no idea they had any sort of connection to her. “Are you a fucking dumbass Seth?” Jey turned to him automatically stressed out “Why do you always run your mouth jesus fucking christ.” Seth awkwardly laughed while Milena stood up “Where the fuck is he?” Jey blocked the door and held his hands “Milena n-“ She got closer to him and started putting her hair up “Tell me where he is now before I tear this entire room apart and find him myself.” Seth shoved jey out of the way “empty confrence roo-“ before he could even finish she left and went to the exact room Cody was in & just stood there, They both stared at each other “When were you going to tell me Cody?” Her voice croaked but she still held herself together while he exhaled standing up walking over to her “Were you even going to tell me and just make me sit here looking like a fucking dumbass??”

Cody frowned and tried holding her hands but she pushed him away “Answer me! It’s the least you could fucking do! Is this why you kept giving her the benefit of the doubt! Are you STILL fucking her?” He held out his hands “Sweetheart I was going to tell you until everything died down, I didn’t intend for any of this to get as far as it did I’m not sleeping with her in-fact I stopped the moment I found out you were back.” She shook her head “I can’t trust you Cody, not as a husband or a person I do not fucking trust you. I won’t divorce you but I need you to start being honest with me for as long as we’re married if you want my trust.” He nodded and pressed his hand against her cheek “I’ll go as far as getting her out of the goddamn company if I have to for you.”

She nodded in silence “Let me handle that alright?” He nodded and pulled her into his arms, Cody knew if she was this calm she was plotting & scheming, summer slam wasn’t going to end until atleast 12AM, Just as Roman finished his promo Milena went out into the ring with a microphone, Cody & Jey watched backstage “How the fuck is she so calm right now?” Jey asked with minor concern while Cody leaned into his seat “She’s about to reveal the shit she’s been plotting and scheming since her fight with Bianca.”

She cleared her throat and spoke into the microphone “Some of yo- ALL of you know of the rivalry between me & Bianca & I have decided, That next week I will be challenging Bianca into join me in a Hell In a Cell match, 1 on 1, No limits & No disqualifications.” Roman sat in the room with Jey & Cody and sighed “She’s going to kill Bianca.” Milena stood there before speaking again “This will be my last warning to Bianca, I know your listening to this & I’m going to say this VERY clearly, I suggest you back off of my husband Cody or I will make your life a living hell in & out of the ring, If I need to fuck him right in front of you to get that through your thick skull because your pony tail is to tight it explodes your braincells then I absolutely will.” She stared directly into the camera while the crowd started freaking out, She walked backstage & looked overt at Cody, Jey & Roman.

“I know one of you have her husband’s personal phone number, and one of you are going to give it to me & let me handle things My way. Since she wrecks my marriage then it’s only fair I wreck hers.” They all looked at each-other and Cody muttered under his breath a quiet “Shit.” while roman started pulling out his phone. This was not going to go well for Bianca in the slightest.

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[mikassaviola]

Psychotic| JJK

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X Reader

Description: Mafia AU

Yoona just going on about her life, encounters Jeon Jungkook, who falls in love with her. Something he didn't know he had. Romantic love?

Yoona wasn't what she seemed though, not your simple innocent girl, just someone who loved Jeon Jungkook too much, which wasn't supposed to be in the equation but now that it was, she would do anything and everything for him.

You were both psychotic after all.

Warnings: MDNI. Gun fight, bloodshed, gore, fights, deaths, trauma, traumatizing past, a lot of killing, slightly kill machine reader when mad.

Other warnings: A lot of sex, anything and everything, oral, fingering, titty sucking, spanking, intense sex, rough sex, angry sex, make up sex, making love, Pussy drunk Jungkook, thigh riding, abs riding, anal play, ice play, gun play, doggy style, missionary, multiple orgasms, punishment sex, orgasm denial, body praising, appreciation sex, manhandling, dirty talks, pet names. SEX. SEX. SEX. 18+ only.

My source for pictures is google.

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Chapter 1

"No let me drink", You whined sitting in the bar, fighting with your friend Na Jung because she was taking away your drink.

"You are drunk enough, plus you know this is not a place for us to be", she hissed lowly in your ear, you simply looked at her with a pout on your mouth, lips glossy and wet from drinking, throat totally opposite, dry and thirsty.

Your eyes hazy and your surroundings slightly blurry, the reason why you resorted to be here in this lowly bar for thugs to drink completely forgotten.

You smiled then giggled at the bartender in front of you who slightly tripped.

You put your head down, you were suddenly aware of the energy level dropping and the ache in your head.

Na Jung was definitely saying something that you could not comprehend but her lips were moving, she was concerned and looking around cautiously, checked her phone and walked away.

You looked around at the bulky goons around you suddenly feeling unsafe you got up, straightening your white dress that stopped right above your knees, quickly following Na Jung.

You winced the bright light shined right on you blinding you for a second making you lose Na Jung who was holding her phone to her ear.

The music, it was J Balvin most probably, you couldn't put your finger on it but yeah J Balvin was playing, the type of song that gets everyone dancing as you bumped 2-3 dancing figures, some of them with the ladies that gets paid for sex.

Why did you decide to come here again?

Music started getting annoying and amplified in your ear, sweaty bodies made you feel germophobe, you just wanted to leave, this place was dangerous filled with multiple guys staring at your body wanting to touch you and you were beautiful and drunk and confused and looking for your friend.

"Na Jung", You murmured rubbing your hand over your face, swaying left due to the alcohol, the surroundings were too much.

Too loud. Too bright. Too painful.

Why did you decide to come here again?

You weren't careless, weren't reckless. You were just dumb enough to drink too much.

"Hey", You looked at the direction of the voice that rang in your ear.

You grabbed onto the arm to keep yourself from falling, a heavily tattooed arm.

You looked up to see a face, really familiar but you couldn't put where you saw it. Him.

Jungkook has been staring for a while now. Looking at you taking shot after shot of that cheap whiskey, getting drunk.

He thought you'd be average really but now that he's so close and the way you had pout on your glossy lips and had hazy eyes staring right at him, he wanted to have a taste.

You were gorgeous, different than all the other prostitutes lurking around the bar, pure, innocent.

He couldn't imagine a reason for you being here, too much of a good girl to mess up.

But he wasn't here for fun. It wasn't really his place to do a mission but he was bored so he decided to.

The least he could do was drop you off outside and not let anyone else touch you, lead you to the girl who seemed to be your friend.

You winced pulling his attention to you. Your head was hurting.

You were looking at him, piercings. Tattoos. Pretty face, a little dangerous but had a boyish charm.

Muscular. Big eyes. Slight dimples but only if you look too closely or it was simply just your imagination.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?", You slurred in between and Jungkook found your lips pretty.

You were annoying, looked like someone who talked a lot but he'd definitely take a hit because you were gorgeous.

Full lips, perfect eyebrows, perfect thighs, figure stunning basically everything.

Not that he didn't find your friend pretty, she was pretty too, prettier than you to some eyes.

But only some.

To most you were the meal, the one to be pined on for long, the one girl everyone had a crush on but is too innocent to understand.

"No, but you seem out of place, want me to escort you out?", Jungkook said smoothly turning around his gun holder sneakily so that you won't see it and freak out.

"I don't trust you", You were drunk but not stupid.

The ever calm voice, the all black outfit, the dangerous aura, he yelled danger.

You wanted to write 'do not approach' on a sheet and stick it over his expensive looking coat. That'd suit him.

He was devilishly gorgeous.

The piercing on his lip was a cherry on top.

Made him look like a devil in disguise. Pretty handsome but can't be trusted.

Younger than all the goons here but more dangerous or maybe he was really nice and you were just dumb and drunk and paranoid because this place really is a place for weird thieves and drug dealers to hang out.

Jungkook hated the statement. He didn't crave for people's trust but he wasn't really trying anything just wanted no one to touch you because no one deserved you.

Not like he knew you, maybe you were a really shitty person with a really shitty attitude who fucked anyone, had multiple body counts and had a pretty inmocent face to mask it all up but he didn't care at the moment.

You looked helpless in middle of these people. Out of place.

It took him a second to wrap his large hand -which you noticed just now when he decided to place it on your wrist which was really small compared to him- to wrap around your tiny wrist and pull you with him.

Too drunk to protest or do anything you just followed.

You'll follow him out and say goodbye and never meet again.

"Slow down really", You mumbled and stumbled but he didn't hear due to the loud music.

In a minute you were out of the club, you were feeling different. The air was fresh, you sighed relieved.

You knew you couldn't have made out alone, so he really was nice.

"Thank you", You mumbled as he left your hand as you immediately placed your body against the wall for support.

Jungkook just stared at you, now that you weren't illuminated in different lights at the club, you looked more natural.

"Mhm", Jungkook acknowledged putting his coat on you as courtesy, he didn't need to but just in case he was bored and wanted to track you, he could.

His coat had a tracking device.

You were even prettier, had feline eyes. Addictive eyes. He has seen multiple girls like you.

Multiple.

But your eyes. They held all the mysteries most of all they looked really innocent.

Deep grey. Pretty really.

You looked behind him at your friend. She was there.

She looked behind after she was done with the call, her eyes widened when she looked at you.

"Glad that you came out, just called your brother. He's going to be here and then you'll get a good scolding", She said totally concerned but you didn't care, you were just glad to be out in the open.

You knew Yoongi would never scold you.

Although the street was narrow and cramped with plastic litters you were just glad that you could breathe a little easily.

"Here he is", She said and you looked at where she was looking at to see a figure approaching you.

You sighed pulling the coat closer to you. Expensive, rich smell, the cloth was silky and smooth.

Weird. Why would someone rich be here?

You looked at the stranger to thank him again but there was no one there now.

You swear you saw him somewhere. You knew him.

You definitely did.

You lost balance, you decided not to think too hard when your brother, Min Yoongi caught you.

"Thank you Na Jung, do you want us to drop you off? It's pretty late", Yoongi asked casually turning around and bending down so you climbed up on his back as his hands wrapped around your thighs securing you safely with him lifting you up, you buried your face in his neck wrapping your arms around him.

You closed your eyes, comforted by his cologne already as he effortlessly carried you after he was done chatting with Na Jung for a while.

He walked with you on him silently to the end of the smelly and crampy street. The air thick and you wished he'd walk faster but it was fine.

You just snuggled in his back further, his scent now stronger than the air around you as you inhaled with your eyes closed.

"You can be such a pain in the ass", Yoongi sighed placing you in the car putting on your seatbelt as you hummed a small 'mhm'.

"'M sorry", You mumbled when he was seated himself in the drivers seat, he caressed your hair softly, his hand trailing down to the coat, his eyes furrowed probably taking in the expensive coat.

"It's fine, you need sleep, go back to sleep. We'll talk tomorrow", He said retreating his hand and looking ahead.

You glanced at his dark hair falling on his forehead softly as he drove the car with focus before you closed your eyes.

"Good night Yoonie", You said and could imagine him smile, you peeked slightly and yep, he had it. The smile.

"Night Yoona", He said placing his hand on your head momentarily as you drifted off to sleep.

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Waking up with hard pounding on your head, you groaned.

You lifted yourself up, you were in your room, the big coat still wrapped around you. Yoongi sitting on the chair as he threw some pills at you.

"Get changed, let's talk", He said and something tells you that this was serious.

You unwrapped yourself from the blankets hastily rushing to the bathroom.

Smudged lipstick, you looked awful. Thank god you didn't put mascara or you would've looked like a ghost.

A quick shower and changing into comfortable shorts and t-shirt was all you did. It was enough honestly.

You sighed taking the medicine and setting your messy bed before walking out of your room into the living room, sitting on the table.

Yoongi looked messy too, looks like he didn't sleep the night which is unusual. He doesn't miss on sleep unless shit is going down.

But then again you were in Seoul living with Min Yoongi, shit always goes down.

He placed a plate of pancakes in front of you.

"Eat up", He said sitting across you and you bit your lip looking at his messy hair and dark circles.

"Yoongi, you're scaring me", You said softly.

Yoongi thinks you look and speak too innocently. He has been living with you for 7 years now but he never figured out if you were faking it or it was just the way you talked.

But he has seen it. The whole another you. He shrugged, probably just anger issues. Yeah, that was it. That was the cause of your changed tone.

He saw the concern in your eyes, his eyes falling on your exposed arms, you decided to wear sleeveless, he wondered if it was on purpose, seeing faded scars, feeling a little angry but glad they're healing.

It took seven years of his care and love for them to heal.

"You went to filth yesterday. Got drunk. Did nothing. And that's not how you're wired. You don't do things just because you want fun. There was a reason. What was it?", Yoongi asked.

His eyes boring into yours.

He didn't miss the way your jaw tightened. You were hiding something.

You would've been unfazed if it was someone else but Yoongi know you reacted because it's him.

He gets to you and that's good. He should or you'd be a menace no one can control.

"I don't know, saw a familiar man though. Don't remember what he looks like now", You mumbled feigning innocence.

Again Yoongi think you're too good at this. You really were innocent. He knows whatever you thought whatever was your plan was out if good will but he needed to know what it was.

"Yeah, the expensive coat guy, I assume", Yoongi mumbled giving into your trick for a while.

"Hm, awfully familiar", You chuckled at how dumb you are, couldn't remember him as you chewed on your pancake.

"You've a high alcohol tolerance, must have drank a lot to forget", Yoongi commented, he was careful with his words. He knew you loved him. A lot.

Would do anything for him but he was still careful.

You were fragile after all when he first met you.

"Mhm, I was upset", You replied plainly.

"Why?", Yoongi asked. He knows if you answered it properly it'll solve everything.

You sighed. "I like Jay as a friend of course", You said not knowing if you want to continue.

"And?", Yoongi asks, he knew he was getting somewhere. The medicine, the pancakes, everything was set according to you.

You'd have told him eventually but he was impatient doesn't want you going near that area again.

It's dangerous. So he needed answers.

"And he hired a kid to sell drugs around that area-"

"What the fuck? How long"-

"Oppa", You said softly looking at him. Your shiny innocent eyes that always gets Yoongi. And you used the word.

Yoongi sighs, he smiled slightly.

"Don't be scared, what is it?", Yoongi asked. He knew that you probably weren't scared, maybe you were.

He could never figure out.

"I know your business is going good and shit, but I wanted to stop the kid myself, was annoyed I couldn't find him or her. So I drank. Please don't kill Jay", You muttered the last part.

"He is using a kid, no one deserves that", Yoongi said his tone was getting a little higher, not for you though. He could never raise his voice on you.

"He'll be better, we'll make him understand just no deaths", You said gazing at Yoongi affectionately.

Your hand reaching out to his as he bit his lower lip annoyed.

"You're really convincing you know that", Yoongi said making you smile softly.

You weren't. You weren't convincing at all, you think it's the love he had for you. The bonding you developed that makes him listen to you.

But maybe you were convincing.

Yoongi didn't know what it was, your innocent eyes and behaviour, or simply your love for him.

"I don't", You replied eating the last bit of your pancake.

"Well, next time something like this happens, you tell me. Do you understand? You come to me. I can't imagine what I'd have done if something happened to you", Yoongi muttered turning around with your plate and turning on the tap to wash it.

Just then the phone kept on the counter buzzed.

"Put it on speaker", He said and you hummed picking up the call from the unknown number and putting it on the speaker.

'It's Jimin'. The man: Jimin simply stated monotonously. He was usually cheery when he was around so it means something serious happened.

"Sup", Yoongi replied applying dish cleaner on the plate washing it.

'It's Jay, he was beat up, has his right arm broken. Bruises all over his face. A boy with him, he brain washed the boy to sell drugs for us but someone beat him up, he thinks it's you'.

You looked at Yoongi with your eyes wide and he looked at you with his narrowed.

You could hear Jay in the background, whimpering and saying. 'I'm sorry boss, I'll take the kid to his parents'.

"I didn't", Yoongi reply.

'What do we do?' Jimin asked, he knew Jay messed up big time, Jimin was simply waiting for Yoongi's order to kill him but Yoongi glanced at you.

"Let him go, make sure the kid's safe and keep a tight eye on him the next time", Yoongi replied done with washing keeping the plates in the respective cupboard and coming back to sit at the table.

'You sure?' Jimin was shocked, his voice faltered slightly but he wouldn't disobey.

"Yeah, it's fine", Yoongi said and Jimin hung up after you heard a loud slamming, probably a slap to Jay.

Yoongi's eyes bored into yours intensely once again.

"Somehow the problem I knew nothing about, Jimin knew nothing about and something you knew got solved automatically", Yoongi said and you smiled.

Innocently. Purely. Looking back into his eyes with love.

"I'm glad things are working out for you", You said sweetly and Yoongi smiled at you.

Nah, he was just overthinking. You were mad drunk last night. You couldn't have done it.

You just smiled leaning your head on the counter, your hair falling over everywhere as Yoongi smiled.

He still needs to look into the guy who talked to you last night though.

The expensive coat guy.

A/N: pheww hope you enjoy😭

[romanreignseater]

hey-hey! I was wondering if i could get a 18+ Roman Reigns imagine, based off the song lyrics: “Aw, he like his bitches psychotic. Sit on his face and explain why I'm toxic. How you talk shit but ain't backin' it up?” Where she and Roman have like a slightly ‘toxic’ relationship, where it’s really they just get jealous over simple things. One night they get into a big fight, and she is like ‘if you really want toxic’ and it leads to like heated smut! Thank you!!!! :)) :D

Psycho Bitch (Request).

Roman Reigns x Reader

Rating: 18+

Warning: Heated smut; choking, slapping, spit-kink. Toxic couple behavior.

A/N: Thanks so much for the request, I’ve been working on my Jey fic so I haven’t thought about any sort of Roman smut and this is a…

BEAUTIFUL IDEA 💕 !!

A little birthday smut never hurt.

GIF: @jeysuso

Aw, he like his bitches psychotic (Yeah)

Sit on his face and explain why I'm toxic (Uh, eat that thing), uh

How you talk shit but ain't backin' it up? (Uh-huh)

Toxic (täksik) - very harmful or unpleasant.

You and Roman’s relationship was kind of toxic…

Ok, it was really toxic.

But, in a good way.

You guys weren’t official, but you were definitely exclusive. You were an up and coming WWE Superstar, starting up in NXT and quickly making your way to the main roster.

You’ve been on the main roster since 2020 and your situation-ship with the newly created Head of the Table soon ensued. His sly looks and slick comments caused you to fall into his trap.

And of course you came out of an uncomfortable relationship and Roman came out of a nasty divorce, so you guys were never really committed to start a relationship.

Yet here you were, moved into his house basically, toothbrush beside his, and pancakes (almost) every morning in bed. Practically in a full blown relationship.

You never would look in another man’s direction, but boy did you love when Roman gets jealous. So, you may or may not have put the moves on the young, blonde waiter at lunch for Roman’s birthday.

“Are you fucking serious?!” Roman slammed the down behind him as you ignored him and walked all the way upstairs. “Don’t ignore me bitch!” His footsteps soon reached you and next thing you know your face was slammed against the wall. Your arms held behind your back by one of Roman’s hands and the other pressing your face against the wall.

His dick pressed against your ass and his burly chest molding perfectly onto your back. Goosebumps arose from the depths of your arms and legs, as Roman breathed heavily in your ear. Your staggered breathing caused Roman to chuckle.

“I know that pussy gettin real wet for daddy. You was flirting with that bitch on purpose huh?!” All of your senses tingled as he thrusted his hips forward. His hand traveled from your head to the back of your neck, nearly strangling you.

“Answer. The. Fuckin’. Question.”

“We not even together bitch, why do you care?!” You said strained.

Roman let go of you and turned you around. His hand was quick to travel back to your neck. “You’re fuckin’ mine bitch, ya’ understand me?!” Roman squeezed your neck tightly and you were barely able to get your words out.

“Prove it… pussy.”

You were shoved into Roman’s bedroom and tossed down onto the bed. His kisses were rough and passionate, sending shockwaves to your cunt. Already sloppy and wet from your rendezvous in the shower this morning.

His fingers slip into your pants and quickly sop up your wetness. Rubbing you so heavenly, targeting your clit perfectly. “Mmmm, don’t stop.”

A slap was drawn across your face. “Don’t tell me what to fucking do!” You quickly shook your head yes, heeding to his warning. “Let daddy work his magic.” Your pants were stripped away and panties ripped to shreds.

Tapping your thighs, “Come on mama, you already know. Spread em’.” You shyly spread your legs, opening wide to your Tribal Chief.

“I knew that pussy was screaming for me.” You yelped as Roman began to slap your pussy harshly. “Oh—ow.” Roman laughing boldly.

“Gotta make sure these fools still see my handprints, since you say we ‘not together’.” Dipping down, “I might as well make sure they can still taste a little of me on here too, right?!”

“Fuck.”

Roman dove right into your sweet cunt, swirling his languid tongue across your clit. From your hole and back. Your hands gripped his luscious locks hardly as the feeling was intense, almost near death. You felt his soft, yet rough beard tickle your inner thighs as he slowly parted your pussy lips to reach further depths. Twirling his tongue in small, delicate circles along your clit and making your head loll back as a deep moan bursted from you.

“Fuck, my pussy so sweet.” Roman went back to lapping and slurping on your clit. Your hands slid onto his broad shoulders to support your body as you grinded against his tongue. Your orgasm nearly reached you, but then Roman removes himself from you.

“Nooo… I was about to cum.” Roman slapped your face once more. “Sweetheart, don’t tell me how to do my job.” Tapping your cheek, Roman signaled for you to open your mouth. Crossing your arms over your chest, you slowly opened your mouth wide.

“Atta girl.” Roman’s spit soon trailed from his mouth into yours. Without hesitation, you swallowed his spit quickly. “I’m gonna fuck you now, okay mama?!” Speaking to you like a damn child, you removed your top feeling giddy that your release was coming.

Removing his clothing, Roman’s rock hard body and dick lie perfectly for your viewing pleasure. “Imma really show you, your mines.” That last part was whispered into your ear as he slowly entered you.

His dick hitting the back of your pussy with a firm pounding. All while, the bedsheets were being gripped for dear life as you cried softly to him before he brought his face closer and kissed you deeply, letting his tongue explore your mouth.

“I want your cum in me please.” You begged. “You want my cum all up in you baby?!”

“YES!!”

“Tell me I’m yours.”

“You’re mine, you’re mine and I’m yours. Nobody else, but you daddy.”

“Watch me baby.” Your eyes never left him.

He held your hip with one of his hands and the other slowly rubbing up and down your soft and dripping folds. Taking his time, making you feel every inch of him. “Daddy stretching that pussy out good huh?!” You could only nod at the sheer amount of pleasure you were receiving.

“Fuck yessss.” Your eyes rolling to the back of your head and Roman’s pace quickened. Your pussy twitched and your breathing became considerably heavy.

“I’m gonna cum daddy.”

He stops.

“WHAT THE FUCK?! I was gonna cum.”

Roman slapped you across the face once more. “I do whatever I want with my pussy. You said it yourself I’m yours and you’re mine.”

“But, you know I take care of you. Watch how daddy takes care of you.” You both watched as he entered you again, stroking your pussy. You whimpered as the tumultuous pleasure came back making your cunt quiver.

You forgot your ABC’s and 123’s at that point by the way your Samoan king was fucking you. “Unhh, fuck baby I’m cumming for you.” He moaned as his thrusts became heavy. They soon came to a halt and a deep, guttural moan came from his throat. Your vision blurring as you reached your highs together.

Dick still twitching as he pumped his cum into you. He kissed you languidly and pulled out of your sensitive cunt. He bent down quickly and kiss your clit, making you jolt.

“Are we together or what?!”

“Happy birthday bitch and goodnight.”

He kissed the top of your head and covered you up.

“You’re mine.”

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THE END!!

Thanks so much for the request anon!!!

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[ikamigami]

Even if Sun is doing better I'm sure that what's happening now will take a great toll on him..

Also people say that Sun is past his trauma which honestly I doubt.. or maybe it's just that I'm really upset that Sun never said anything about his trauma on his own.. and that we didn't see him heal from his trauma even one bit..

Sun never had any meaningful conversations about his past and trauma - cause we can't call him saying "yeah", "I don't know" or "uhh" or just being silent as a conversation because conversation require talking (sharing thoughts and feelings on both sides of conversation which never happened with Sun).. and let's be honest Sun wasn't talking about it at all and because of that how he was able to heal?

I would find it quite odd if what's happening now won't affect Sun.. especially considering that Sun probably has depressive psychosis (he even said recently that he was psychotic last year).

I wouldn't be surprised if it triggered Sun's delusions and could even lead to another psychotic episode (break).

I wouldn't be surprised if Sun ended up blaming himself for what is happening with Moon right now due to delusions.

And I'd love to see Sun's mental health problems which are caused majorly by trauma from Old Moon's abuse and July 16th incident and other stressful events in his life be finally addressed properly.

Because when if not now? Now when Moon acts similarly to Old Moon which definitely reminds Sun of his trauma. And now when we know that Dazzle is July 16th victim and wants to apologize to Sun for causing him to snap (poor kid QwQ). I think that if they won't address any of this now then they won't do it ever. Because addressing it in some other time later will lost its meaning and impact.

For me this is what will determine whether show cares about Sun's character or not.

It isn't fair to Sun's character to say that he healed from awful trauma and abuse and psychotic disorder so quickly and it happened completely off-screen.

I still have a hope. But I'm slightly upset that others people don't have any problem with that.

I get it that they don't relate to Sun but to other characters.

And it's easy for them to say that people like me are annoying for complaining about it when their favourite characters get better treatment in the show. It's really easy to complain about annoying fans when you get what you want.

I wish people could see it from different perspective. I think that I'm not asking for too much.

[tinyidle]

Allergy to Hyposexuality - JSY

finally releasing a proper solo soyeon fic again after *checks records* three years?!?

wc: 2.06k (7 mins of picking your jaw off the floor)

WARNING: smut, slight angst (tw: mental health + mental institutions, trauma), semi-public sex, unprofessional acts in the medical field, blowjob, implications of cunnilingus (doesn't happen tho), missionary, unprotected sex, post-nut clarity, insatiable!soyeon, hypersexual!soyeon, mental patient!soyeon, psychiatrist!reader, sex-starved!reader, b!gd¡ck reader, fem reader, g!p reader, fiction ofcofc

you went into the psych ward. no, you were not psychotic, nor do you have any problems that you have to need to be in there. you were there to care for a special patient the clinic assigned you. she was a hypersexual being who got into major trouble to the point of her being diagnosed. in a few minutes you will be in another room of white walls, seeing the person who seemed to have an insatiable sex drive. she would be the fifth person you'd see with this problem, and you plan to give her the same set of rules to follow for her to get better. all your past sex crazy patients were men, and despite you having a feminine look, they could never get in your pants. with a woman, you expect this to be no different.

you enter the pure white square room and encounter the slightly slumped over.. woman? or girl? she looks so small, yet you saw her report prior to coming in to work. you called out for the female. "good morning, miss jeon soyeon."

soyeon slowly looked up to you with a slight pout, "good morning, miss doctor."

you nodded. she's definitely a woman. a small, slightly frustrated one, but a woman nonetheless. pulling out your clipboard from your side, you flipped over the pages until you reached the report page on the twenty-four year old patient. "from what i got from you, you were diagnosed with compulsive sexual behavior. is that right?"

the small woman eyed you, something you were used to by now. "yes. i was diagnosed two months ago after making sexual remarks to several clients at work," she answered, playing with her long black nails when she mentioned her work offence.

nodding, you continued looking over her report. "it says here that you were taken to three rehabilitation centers and several talk therapists for your disorder, but they've only made things worse-"

"those fucking staff in the last rehab suggested medical sodomy," she confessed rather coldly, eyes still down at her pristine manicure. you wondered how in the world she could get anything done in with such long nails. soyeon continued to speak, "i began to riot and pull at any and everybody's pants in the facilities, which made them call the cops on me. i went under a judge who suggested me to come here for-"

"insanity," you interjected, surprising the small woman. "yeah, i know. you're not the first patient i had who's had this problem. i can help you get better and live a normal life in society."

soyeon's eyes began to shift, looking up at you with innocence. feign innocence; you knew that. "i was told that millions of times," she complained. "what makes you think you're different?"

you chewed your lip at that: you actually didn't know how to help her specifically. yeah, you had patients with the same disorder and patients who verbally lashed out and patients who trauma dumped you-- you weren't thin skinned, that's how you became a psychiatrist in the first place. the problem was that you were actually falling for the small woman. her cute pigtails framed her cute face, her pouty lips made her eyes look extra admirable, and from the offences you looked at from her report sheet-- public masturbation, extremely explicit public indecency, vulgar talking, and multiple hookups--made you intrigued.

you sighed before fixing your lab coat. "ill make sure you get all you want," you promised.

soyeon was shocked once again. "you.. what?"

"if you agree to comply with me for the next two months here, ill give you what you want. you want sex? ill give it to you right now, but then after that it will be a reward for every time you do well each week." you looked intently at the woman, her figure looking extra petite for your liking. she was biting her lip while her legs kept rubbing against each other under the covers. "what do you say, soyeon?"

she looked to the side, pretending to think about your offer, before she threw off her covers, exposing her naked core for your view.

now it was your turn to be shocked. "h-how did you-"

"i decided to stop wearing undergarments whenever i get admitted into health clinics," she explained to you. "they would always check my pussy anyway, so i thought 'fuck it' and threw mine on the side there," she said as she pointed to the nearby corner of a tiny skirt and almost nonexistent black lace thong. "so," soyeon crawled up to where your frozen figure stood on the end of the bed. "can i get my offer now, miss doctor?"

you took some time to compose yourself before nodding to her, moving to lock the room door. you then closed the window blinds and called staff to help sound proof the room. once you got the confirmation that all was clear, you turned to the small woman who's patient gown was now off, along with her skimpy crop top and bralette. "now," you smiled, slowly taking off your lab coat, "where were we?"

soyeon squealed when you tackled her lips, kissing every part so that you could feel how plush they were. in just seconds, your knee-length skirt around your waist was being tugged down to feel the fabric of your panties. soyeon was surprised that when she palmed your center, instead of feeling a cameltoe, she felt a big bulge around her tiny fingers. she only smiled at this. "so my miss doctor has a mister big boy under these panties, huh?"

you just moaned as she kept palming you, grinding her fingertips against you. "just get on with it already," you growled, a soft curse sounding through the room when she pulled away. soyeon paused, gazing at your half open zipper before pulling both your skirt and underwear off your soft legs. when your length sprung out, the small woman took almost no time spitting on it, immediately seeking to lubricate you. "fuck," you whispered, mesmerized by how those small fingers matched with those long nails could give such a presumably good handjob.

she leaned forward, eager for you. "ooh wow," she laughed as she gripped your thick girth, watching you as you threw your head back in ecstasy. "you're going to fill my mouth to the brim," she awed with lust, using a string of words you hadn't heard in a while since your last partner. her hands travelled lower, caressing your bottom as she continued stroking you. soyeon soon sank her mouth on your length, slowly yet so sensually to the point where you let out a loud groan. feeling proud of herself for making you so pleased, she did her best to take as much of you as possible before quickly pulling herself up, aggressively sucking your tip.

you were in heaven. in pure bliss. the small woman opened her tiny mouth to occupy your large self into her, yet she took it like a pro. after deepthroating you a few times, she quickly pulled up, tilting your length to the side before kissing down to your enlarged balls. with each movement you felt closer and closer to your orgasm, and you could tell she knew by the way she moaned every time you twitched inside her occupied mouth.

"shit, come here," you pulled up the small woman as you attached her lips with yours. you could taste the slightly bitter taste of your precum, but you didn't care right now. all you cared about was tasting soyeon, feeling soyeon, and then getting her to listen to you. as you were dominating her tongue while she kept touching your length, you genty laid the woman down and lowered yourself to her wet cavern. as soyeon opened her legs for you, you frowned as you saw how much hyperpigmentation she got from constantly touching herself. "when was the last time you've gone without masturbating?" you asked, the professional side of you kicking in.

the eagerness that was evident in the young woman's face was now gone and replaced with slight frustration and embarrassment. "a couple days ago," she lied, clearly annoyed by your question. "now get your mouth on my cunt-"

"i call bullshit," you interrupted, sitting up and crossing your arms. "your vagina looks-"

"please don't call it that while we're in the middle of fucking," soyeon begged.

you sighed. "okay, fine. you cunt looks three shades darker than one's of your skin complexion should look like. plus i can tell that you are extremely sensitive, in a way most women even in the adult industry should be worried about." you went back to soyeon's center, carefully touching it and rubbing it extra gently.

while any other person would be angry that their partner would be so teasing, soyeon knew you were her psychiatrist at the end of the day. you were doing her a favor while trying not to take advantage of her, and she admired that. the woman sighed, reaching down to tap her clit a few times, making herself wet before she she widened her legs even more. "well then, miss. fuck me gently, please."

you know she meant well, soyeon didn't want to rile you up on purpose this time. but you couldn't help it: her cunt looked extra needy for your thick girth, and her nipples were as erect as you'd ever seen. you had to have her, now. either that or you give yourself blue balls simply staring at her slutty figure.

holding your length to her already puffy cunt, you slowly pushed yourself inside the small woman. soyeon bit her lower lip hard as she whined, her hands cupping her own breasts as you began to pump in and out. "fuck," you moaned, unable to keep quiet, "how are you so tight? do you not get thick enough dick?" soyeon squeezed her nipples together and moaned louder, clearly enjoying your stroke game.

"i'll take that as a compliment," you smirked, pushing your length even further into the other woman.

you could hear the whine in soyeon's voice go from sensual to desperate, so you quickened your pace. soyeon looked over your face to see sweat form on your brow and your breasts fighting desperately to stay still as you were ramming yourself into her. she found this almost too much as she clenched even harder.

"im gonna cum!" soyeon exclaimed, her hands clawing everywhere to find a grasp on reality. her eyes closed, her body tensed as if she was ready to bear the pain of release. "ugh! oh god!" she screamed as she came, grabbing onto your shoulders as you kept thrusting into her.

feeling the small woman come undone by you led you close to your end as well. you groaned loudly, sweating bullets as you shoved yourself inside her, making soyeon scream in pleasure, despite knowing you wouldn't last much longer. her walls pulsed on you, the insides of her entire cunt contracting on you until you released inside her. you into her womb, so much so that it was seeping between her folds and leaking down to your balls. you held onto her tightly, gasping for air.

after she came down from her high, soyeon looked down to see you coming up for air, still inside her. your cock was coated with your and her fluids, making you flinch as you slowly pulled out to the cold air of the room. soyeon suddenly wrapped her arms around your neck and kissed you. your instincts flared up, instantly rejecting the idea of having a consensual encounter in a ward room with a patient who isn't supposed to be sexually active yet. your fists clenched, feeling like you failed as a professional. but soyeon didn't care, she wasn't trying to force you into anything. she just wanted to kiss you.

the feeling of her lips lightly brushing against yours brought everything into perspective for you. this was why you became a psychiatrist; to help people become healthy. she couldn't and wouldn't get healthy unless she listens to advice from her doctor on how to get there. and you're here, helping her slowly get to a healthy mindset of sex and the general world, even if it meant bending the rules a slight bit.

hope you liked it!just know that because my brain actually stopped working in between creating this I don't plan on making a part 2 😔

[confiscatedpeaches]

☺️☺️☺️ I’m so glad you’re opening requests for William Afton! He’s my f/o 💕💕💕💕 anyways, what is waking up to William like? Is he sleepy in the morning? Does he like to lazily wrap his arms around y/n in the morning? I’d love you hear your headcanons 💕💕💕☺️

Aw of course, he's also my f/o and I have my version of Afton's permission to be writing about him.💕❤💕❤

Morning headcannons

Night headcannons

Misc headcannons

In some of my stories he's kinda psychotic and sadistic, but in reality I imagine him to be much sweeter, when he's not unwell mentally.

He is definitely more of a night person, but still respects you if you're a morning person.

He tends to be a bit groggy when he first wakes up, but he always greets you with a "good morning love", a cuddle (he likes being big spoon), and a kiss on the cheek.

Even though he stays up late, he still insists on getting you to bed early. (before 11pm) He'll usually cuddle y/n until they are asleep, before slipping out of bed to continue working.

He'll make sure you've brushed and flossed your teeth (dad alert)

He'll also make sure you take your meds before bed if you have those.

He tends to wake up after y/n does, but sometimes he wakes up before you. When he does, he usually watches you sleep (in a cute, slightly creepy, but good way). Sometimes y/n will wake up to Afton touching or kissing them softly.

Sex before bed is common, but he'll respect your boundaries if you're too tired or have a headache. The sex does tend to help y/n sleep though.

If y/n has nightmares in the middle of the night, they'll usually wake William up on accident. Will doesn't mind, and actually prefers the reader to do so, so he can cuddle y/n to back sleep.

Sometimes, if the reader is really struggling fall asleep, he'll hum or say the words to various lullabies until the y/n falls asleep. Some examples would be "rises the moon" by liana flores or "oranges and lemons".

He loves making coffee/tea and breakfast for y/n, and he's really good at it! He likes to make toast, eggs, and bacon (if the reader eats meat).

He feels as though he fucked up his previous family, and believes he has a second chance by caring for y/n. As a result, he is very attached to y/n, rarely letting them out of his sight when they are out in public, or even at home.

He will try and pull you back into bed if you try getting up too soon. Cuddles and kisses are not optional, they are required!

He tends to be a little obsessive about y/n. He won't forbid them from talking to other men (that'd just be abusive, unless agreed upon), but he is suspicious of any man who tries to get too close to y/n.

He'll take any excuse to touch y/n, he loves to be near them and around them.

After a fight, he's always the first to apologize for his temper and tries to make it up to y/n in any way he can.

[mackjlee9]

Yami Sukehiro x Wanted!Criminal!Male!Reader [?]

Masterlist.

Black Clover

Requested by Christmas_Tree on AO3 (Archive of Our Own)

For months now had Julius given the same mission to the kingdom's orders, and none of them had been able to fulfill his order, not even Golden Dawn.

The mission was to capture this extremely dangerous and psychotic wanted criminal, and Julius finally gave in to inform the Black Bulls.

Now, in the meeting room of the castle, Julius and Marx were waiting for Yami to arrive, and a few minutes later, a portal appeared, Yami himself walked through it followed by Finral. The meeting was short and concise, Yami was given the mission to capture this criminal and given a picture to be able to identify him. Marx was specific about needing every member of the Black Bulls working on this and to capture him alive, the time limit was a month, less than half than the other orders had to find him.

Yami scoffed and grabbed the picture, looking down at it to see who this "dangerous and psychotic" criminal was. The guy was-

Yami had always been kinda proud of being able to maintain a poker face when surprised or overwhelmed, because that's exactly what he felt when he recognized the guy in the picture. He looked up at Julius and groaned an affirmative response, signaling Finral to open the portal again, and they soon left.

Back at their base, Yami sighed and glanced out the window, where he saw (M/n) sitting outside.

"Everyone!" His deep, booming voice caught the attention of everyone in the room, they stood up and gathered around Yami, or just stayed in their place, like Zora who didn't care much and didn't want to stand up, Nero standing close to him, "We got a mission, and it has a time limit, so listen up," Yami frowned and look at the picture in his hand, "There's a fugitive criminal that we have to capture in a month."

Luck seemed hyped about it, and so did Magma, Gauche wasn't as interested like most of the members, who were nonchalantly accepting the mission.

"Is that a picture of them, Yami?" Vanessa asked fixing her clothes that had gotten slightly wrinkled.

A unison gasp left everyone's mouth the moment Yami showed them the picture, followed by Asta screeching and about to run to the window, only to be stopped by Yami. All of them approached the window slowly and quietly, looking outside.

The picture was of a younger (M/n), who was definitely a teenager back then, but it was him, no doubt. And there he was. Sitting right outside their base, playing and talking to animals, his grimoire open and glowing as he used a spell to be able to understand them.

"Them. Looking. Window," One of the squirrels said, making (M/n) look over his shoulder.

There standing in front of the wide window were all the members of the Black Bulls, observing him as if he was an exotic animal, (M/n) just smiled and waved happily at them, yelling a cheerful "Hello~!"

Yeah, he was too nice to be a "dangerous and psychotic" criminal, there had to be an explanation.

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It was dinner time, and like usual, Charmy was cooking while Asta engulfed everything in sight, well, usually it would be like that, but everyone was quiet, wondering what the reason could be. And Zora was fed up with the silence that seemed to be piercing his ears.

He stood up from the dining table and headed outside, where (M/n) had his own plate of food brought over by the wild cats around him, who were eating along with him, gently grabbing the food with their teeth whenever he handed it over to them.

"Hey," Zora's voice slightly startled (M/n), who turned around to look at him with a nervous smile.

"Hi, Zora, do you need something-?"

"Why are you a wanted criminal?" Well, that was a direct question. (M/n) sighed and looked down at his plate, hearing footsteps behind them, and looking at the chinchillas perk up from their hiding spot by the hollow rocks, he knew everyone had walked outside.

(M/n) remained silent for a few moments, before taking a deep breath, "Yami," the black-haired male approached him and stood next to him, "Can we talk in private?"

Yami looked at (M/n) in the eyes and decided he will, quietly signaling the rest to go back inside. Once they were left alone, Yami sat next to him and they stayed silent for a while.

"So? You gonna explain?" (M/n) kept his head down, reaching his hand out to pet the wild cat sitting by his feet, and he sighed.

"It's all made up," Yami remained silent, but his eyebrow raised, awaiting any other thing the male might say, "Julius made that up, 'cause he wants me..." Taking a deep breath, (M/n) rubbed his face in distress, "To come back."

(M/n) continued to explain to Yami what had happened years ago and how this whole thing started, and Yami just listened in silence. And eventually, they made a deal. (M/n) accepted to be taken back to the castle, not caring how Julius would react upon seeing him back.

After hours and hours went past, Yami took (M/n) back to the castle, Finral accompanying them with his portals, while everyone said bye to (M/n) one last time. He even had to hug Asta and dry his tears 'cause the silver-haired male didn't want him to leave, he grew attached to the (h/c) haired male, especially after all the training they did together since the day they met.

With a gentle smile, (M/n) followed Yami through the portal as quickly as he could, not wanting to put a strain on Finral, and soon, the three of them were in the castle's meeting room, where Julius and Marx had been discussing personal matters.

"Julius," Yami called him, catching their attention, and the two of them looked toward the Black Bulls members.

King Julius was about to say something, when a familiar face walked through the portal, standing next to Yami, "(M/n)..."

Clenching his fists and swallowing, (M/n) made eye contact with the blond, "Br-"

His voice was cut off by the crushing hug Julius gave him, dramatically crying out his name and much he missed him.

"My little brother is back!" With an even more surprised expression than before, Marx gasped loudly.

"Brother?!" Yami sighed and stared into Julius' eyes, who was tearing up like the childish king he is.

"You're not keeping him," everyone in the room looked at Yami as he spoke, shocked by the serious tone of his voice, "I brought him over this once, but he's not staying here, Julius."

The King released a chuckle when the shock passed and he kept an arm wrapped around (M/n)'s shoulders.

"As long as you let him visit, then I don't mind," leaning his head on (M/n)'s he smiled brightly, "I'm just happy to know he's okay," (M/n) sighed and tried to free himself.

"Can I go now?" He asked with a monotonous tone, and Julius only laughed louder.

"Only after you have dinner with us, of course!"

Extended ending

"Your brother, sir?" Marx asked once their guests had left, and Julius only kept swaying his body side to side, a happy smile plastered on his face, a subtle blush coloring his cheeks.

"Yeah~!" That was all he said and Marx couldn't help but sigh as he realized that he now had to inform all the orders about (M/n) no longer being a threat.

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[astralights24]

The Night Before the Rave'n (Marilyn Thornhill x Female!Reader)

(Note: Reader is a teacher at Nevermore and Marilyn isn't Laurel Gates or a psychotic maniac! The reader and Marilyn are in an established relationship.)

This is smut by the way. (This is the first smutfic I've ever posted to the internet, I'm coming out my shell :D)

Possible Content Warning for: Body issues/insecurity?

"What about this one?" You step out of the bathroom, feeling a bit insecure about how tight your outfit hugs your body. You were slightly panicking about the upcoming Rave'n dance, considering it was one of the first dances you were going to, and also your first Rave'n as a teacher at Nevermore.

Marilyn, who is sitting on your shared bed, looks you up and down, seemingly starting to zone out. You clear your throat to get her attention.

"What? I'm sorry honey, what were you saying?" Her eyes flicker up to yours, and she pushes her glasses upward. You chuckle at her trying to seem oblivious to the fact that she was, most definitely, checking you out.

"I said, how do you like this one?" You gesture to your outfit again, not calling her out on her shenanigans.

"You look beautiful." She says, a little breathless. You turn around to look at yourself in the mirror, not noticing her get up from the bed. You open your jewelry box, and start searching for a very specific necklace, when you feel a pair of hands sneak around your waist.

(And now suddenly you wish her hands were your necklace.)

You feel her hands trail up your sides, almost as if trying to memorize how you feel in her hands. "I want to be the only person who gets to see you in this, okay?" She says into your ear, in a very possessive tone. You pause your search in finding your jewelry. Her arms are loose enough for you to turn around and kiss her gently.

She eventually pulls you out of the bathroom and lays you on the bed. You break the kiss apart reluctantly and begin to peel off your clothes. Her lips grazed the crook in your neck and it was almost irritating how soft her touch was. Even though you appreciated how attentive and loving she was, at this point and time you needed her.

After hastily taking off your clothing with the help of Marilyn, you were left in your underwear. You shiver slightly at the cold air hitting your exposed body, but Marilyn swooped in and kissed you again. Her hands were warm against your cold skin, as her finger traced the outside of your underwear.

You squirm slightly in her arms and she breaks the kiss. She laughs a little, as gets down on her knees and begins to kiss the insides of your thighs. Of course, Marilyn had to be a tease before you got what you desperately needed.

Just as she reaches the crook where your thighs and underwear met, she looks at you with a teasing grin and switches to the other thigh.

"Mm. Please.." You mumbled. It was getting very hard to sit still.

"Patience, sweetheart." She says, before finally placing a finger against the cloth of your underwear. You let out a pleasured sigh and lean your head back.

She smirks at how wet you are from just a little foreplay. Although, she chooses to not be a hypocrite because the throbbing between her own legs was undoubtedly present and very hard to ignore.

After what almost felt like years, but was actually just a couple seconds, Marilyn hooks a finger around your underwear pulling them down your thighs. She stands up to kiss you again, swallowing a gasp that rises from your throat as she places her two fingers against your center. She swipes her thumb over your clit slowly, feeling you squirm more at her touch.

She breaks the kiss to look at you.

"More." You whine, feeling your face heat up with her eyes on you. Not wanting to tease you anymore, Marilyn slips her two fingers inside you with ease, beginning to move them in and out of you.

You toss your head back but her hand gently grabs your chin, forcing you to look at her. "Ah, ah, let me see those pretty eyes." She scolds you. You didn't dare disobey her and your eyes flutter open to stare into hers.

That prompts her to curl her fingers inside of you, quickening her pace. You whine and moan, your body flushing against hers, which was still fully clothed. You use your hands to unbutton her shirt but Marilyn takes her free hand and moves your hands away.

"Later." She whispers. You bury your face into her neck, and feel yourself getting closer to release. "You're being such a good girl for me." The praise just making you even closer to your orgasm.

You can barely control the sounds coming out of you, and if you needed to speak, you knew it would just come as unintelligible gibberish.

"You make the prettiest sounds, I could listen to you all day." She says, still pumping her fingers in and out of you with the same quick pace.

Marilyn always made you feel like putty in her hand. She knew exactly what she did to you just by touching you. She treats you with so much care and affection that thinking about it almost made you cry.

Your thoughts were cut off as you felt your legs begin to tremble.

"Marilyn, can I-" You whine.

"You can cum, sweetheart. I know you want to." She whispers in your ear, and it pushes you over the edge. You throw your head back, and shut your eyes tightly. Her fingers work you through your orgasm and she slows them down, as to not overstimulate you too much.

As you come down from your high, she pulls her fingers out of you slowly. You wince, as your body is still sensitive and your lips connect with hers again. Maybe it was post-orgasmic bliss but you were struck with a sense of determination in making sure Marilyn finished too.

You begin to unbutton her shirt like you did before and she made no effort to stop you. You pull off her shirt, throwing it into a corner of the room. You pull her by the waist, switching positions so you're pinning her to the bed.

You leave kisses against her jawline, tracing them down to her neck. She lets out a content sigh, her eyelashes fluttering. Your hands gently squeeze at her breasts, to which she lets out a groan.

You trail your hands down her stomach and to the button of her jeans, which you pull off of her. She kicks them off rather eagerly, which you laugh at. You trail your hands down the sides of her body, memorizing every curve.

Eventually, to her delight, you pull her underwear down and toss it into the pile of clothes you've created in the room. You caress her thighs, kneeling between her legs.

"You look so pretty on your knees." She breathes out, looking down at you with a piercing gaze. You look up at her, making eye contact as you drag your tongue against her entrance, before flicking it across her clit.

(A/N: i cannot write this without feeling embarrassed im blushing)

She lets out a groan, her hands on top of your head. You feel her nails scratch at your scalp, and it only motivates you to go harder. You flick your tongue over her clit a couple more times before taking it into your mouth and sucking on it. You hear her curse above you, one of her hands leaves your scalp to clutch at the blanket below her.

"You're doing so good, just like that.." She takes a sharp inhale, as you take your index finger and slide it into her. Your mouth begins to feel slightly sore, and so you give your mouth a break and stand up.

You slide your fingers in and out of her at a very teasingly slow pace, which brings out adorable whines from the redhead. As you face her, you notice her glasses beginning to fog up and you chuckle.

Using your free hand, you take them off for her and lay them gently next to her hand, which is still tightly grabbing onto the sheets. She looks up at you through her eyelashes.

Her mind felt fuzzy and she was sure even if her glasses were still on, her vision would be blurry. You were giving her just enough to feel pleasured but not enough to release, and it was very irritating to say the least.

"D..Don't make me beg sweetheart." She mutters. You feel her hips arch forward, trying to get more pleasure. As much as you wanted to see her get what she wants, you wanted to hear plead for it.

"Beg and I'll give you what you want." You smile, almost sadistically, as you see her face flush more than it already was. You knew she didn't like asking for things, especially begging. It was one of the reasons that you made her do it when you were in control.

"..please.." She whines, not being able to meet your eyes, way too embarrassed to even look at you. You use your free hand and guide her hand, so she's forced to look at you, just like she did to you.

"P..Please let me-oh my god." She cuts herself off with a frustrated sigh. If her face could go any redder, it would. You laugh at her frustration and pick up your pace, sliding another finger into her.

She pants, grinding her hips at the same pace as your fingers. You feel her walls clench around your fingers and you slowly curl them inside of her.

You let go of her face, as she buries her face into your shoulder to conceal her moans of ecstasy. You place pressure on her clit with your thumb, making her lose control as she trembles in your arms.

She moans out a mix of curse words and your name repeatedly, before starting to come down from her high. Pulling your fingers out of her, you kiss her gently, listening to her shaky breaths.

"I love you." She says against your lips. You feel her lips curve int oa smile and yours do the same.

"I love you too." You reply staring into her beautiful eyes that you could get lost in for hours if you tried.

"I'm guessing you liked that outfit then?"

Her only response to that is a breathy laugh.