#evil man. hate him. (i’m kissing him)

[koipudding]

🫣 pierced kaiser jump scare (i tried to be. clear with the piercings. idk. BRO IS HARD TO DRAW WITHOUT MY IPAD. i need more gel pens tbh.)

[ruesol]

The one where Toji gets a buzz cut.

Masterlist

-•-

You dropped the grocery bags on the ground when you were greeted by your boyfriend.

But not out of excitement or happiness.

“No! Your glorious hair!” You dramatically walked to him so you could take a closer look at the damage. Toji, being the evil man he was, laughed at your response. “What d’ya think? I hated my hair covering my eyes while I was on missions so I tried something new.”

“Something new? You look like a felon!” You groaned as your hands roamed around his scalp, hoping for a miracle that would grow his hair back.

“Alright, that’s too far. I thought chicks dug this look.”

“Not on you! Maybe some weirdo that doesn’t look like an assassin for hire.”

“But I am one.”

“That’s besides the point, Toji. You’ve hurt me. By cutting off your hair you’ve also cut off any ties you had with me.” You sulk.

Toji was starting to feel self conscious even when he knew the adjustment phase would go away. “Do I really look that bad, doll?”

“No, but-“

“There’s a but? Okay, that’s it, I’m not touching you from now on. Since I look so bad, you can come to me when you find me attractive.” Okay this was turned into a real argument and you started to get agitated too.

“Fine! Let’s see who’ll last longer.”

Toji simply scoffed and walked back into his man cave.

Who knows how long you guys were planning to do this for?

-•-

A long time. You both can go without touching each other for a long time. It had been a week and a half without any physical intimacy but the relationship was normal, you both spoke about anything and everything. Neither of you were showing signs of caving in (or were just that good at hiding it).

It was a quiet afternoon. Toji was out buying some last minute ingredients for dinner and you were starting to miss him. And as much you hated to admit, the buzz cut was growing on you. Just the other day you had to fan yourself when you saw Toji doing pushups where he looked like an underground fighter prepping for his next match.

To distract yourself you decided to spend your time calling your friend instead. You put her on speaker while you organized your closet.

“Girl, what do you mean it’s ugly? It’s all the rage right now.”

“I know. I hated it when he first got it and now all I can think about is pouncing on him. Ugh, I hate myself.”

“You live together. Just go touch him, you fool.”

“No, I’ll lose and I can’t lose to him. He’s always winning bets between the two of us.”

The conversation went on for a few more minutes until your friend had some urgent business to attend to.

You turned around to grab the rest of clothes and shrieked when you saw a tall figure standing in the door way.

It was Toji. “Did you hear everything?”

“I’ve been here since you admitted that my haircut was hot. Do what you will with that info.”

You sighed as you sat down on the bed. “I guess that means you win.” He could tell you were pouting even when you were turned away from him. He smiled at your childishness and gathered you in his arms and made you lay on top of him as he laid down on the bed. “There, you won.”

“No, it doesn’t work like that. I admitted that I wanted you first so you’re still the winner.”

“Then you’ll be happy to know I’ve been thinking about pouncing on you since the day I got my haircut. I wanted to do it out of spite cause I knew you’d cave in but then we made that stupid bet.”

“Ugh, I’m so stupid. You do not look bad at all, Toji. In fact, you look like a hot felon. The type of felon that has a girlfriend who visits him.” You mumbled as you played with the collar of his t-shirt.

“Uhuh, and does she do overnight visits?” He then started attacking your face with kisses as you start giggling.

It was you and your hot felon against the world.

[mywritersmind]

LIKE A DREAM - KA12

summary : A day full of fun and avoidance ends with kimi walking you home. Full of teasing and wanting to cross the one line your dad and his boss has set for you two.

listen up : swearing! use of y/n! kissing!

kimiantonelli x totowolff!daughter

words : 2022

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“Holy fuck!” She laughs out loud, out of breath and running her hands through her hair as we walk down the sidewalk, “I actually thought he was going to kill you!”

I shake my head, “That was not funny, Wolff! I thought he was going to kill me too!” I hold back a laugh, genuinely thanking god that some little shop owner was too slow to chase me down with a broom.

She bites her bottom lip, slowing her step so she’s next to me, “Death by broom, would have been sad.”

I’m walking her home after a day of fucking about and skipping training. When I told her I had to train but other than that, I had a chill day, she said, and I quote, “Chill and Training should not be in the same sentence.”

So she dragged me around my own city, showing me places I would have never guessed could be so fun. Everything is fun with her.

I sigh, “What would you tell everyone? That you left me to die because while screaming your head off!?”

She giggles, “No! I would have told everyone that I tried to fight the man but I'm just a girl.” I roll my eyes at my ultra feminist friend.

I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if they believed her. She’s a scary good actress.

“Like you would have been any different!” She pushes my side a bit, “Screaming like a girl while you ran…”

I scoff and start walking backwards so her eyes are on me, “I would have fought for you like a man!”

“Like a man with a girly scream.” She mumbles, pushing past me as my jaw drops. I can hear her laugh as she walks farther ahead, I run to catch up.

“You’re evil.”

She gasps dramatically before her face morphs into a smile, shrugging and calm now, she says, “Yeah I know. Don’t pretend you don’t like it.”

The truth is, I do like it. I like how she fucks with me, except when she somehow drags me into her shit which is dealt with by her father, who happens to be my boss.

“Your dad home?” I ask, nearing her house now.

“Why, you scared?”

Fuck yes. “No. Maybe I want to inform him that his underage daughter flirts with just about every man we come across.”

“Don’t act so high and mighty! You’re only a couple months older than me.” She sticks her chin up, “And you liked the free drinks enough.” She eyes my hand, which is wrapped around an open champagne bottle.

No matter how much I like the drinks, I will never like some guy sending them to her. Especially when the guys are definitely over 25.

“I like the drinks, not the guys.” She eyes me when I say this, grabbing the bottle and bringing it to her lips.

“Protective, much?”

I shrug, grabbing the bottle from her, “Maybe a bit.” I take a swig, never moving my eyes away from her. She’s fucking stunning. “Why don’t you have a boyfriend?”

She laughs, “What?”

“You heard me.”

“I don’t know.” She definitely does, “I dump all of them before it can get too far.”

“And you’ve never- ever, been broken up with?”

She shakes her head, “You know the guys i’ve dated, they all suck but i’m pretty sure all hated me.”

“So why’d they stay with you? I mean, it’s definitely not because you give everything to them. You barely talked to half!”

She’s grinning, something familiar and mischievous in her eye. She takes the bottle from me, spinning around, “Yeah but I kiss like a dream.”

Her answer is not what I expected and suddenly I'm thankful for the darkness so she can’t see my reddened cheeks. “Right.”

“So why don’t you have a girlfriend, Antonelli?” She takes another drink, turning a street corner.

“Maybe I don’t want one.”

She shakes her head, “No… that’s not it.” God i’m so fucked. “Tell me the real reason.”

“I’m serious.” I’m not. “Racing is a lot, I need to focus.”

“Cause a girlfriend would be too demanding.” She stands in front of me, walking slowly backwards. Her eyes are dark and completely focused on me.

“Cause a girlfriend would be too distracting.” Like right now, I'm pretty sure we missed a turn but neither of us noticed.

But she’s not my girlfriend. Just a girl who took me away from all my responsibilities for a whole day, a whole day of me staring at her and being totally and utterly distracted.

Her eyes narrow, probably seeing right through me like she always does. She gives the subject up, turning back onto the right street and ending up next to me again, this time in silence.

I don’t know if she notices, but every step she takes, her arm brushes mine.

The second I see her house, my heart drops. I don’t want to leave her, especially if I don’t know when I'm going to see her again.

“Are you coming to Australia?” Sometimes she travels with her dad, maybe I'll get lucky.

“Nope.” Of course, this is good for me, I just said how distracting she is! But fuck I want her there. “My dad won’t let me go to any races until I finish school.”

Toto Wolff I curse you.

“Ah shit…” I say, “Shame.” I watch her push open the gate, looking back at me like an angel.

“Yeah? You want me there?” Her tone is teasing, but I know she’s hoping I say yes.

“Did pretty well in the last race you came to.” She watched my F2 race a while back, I won. “Maybe you’re lucky.”

“Kimi Antonelli’s good luck charm… Got a nice ring to it.” She walks up the steps, I follow as slowly as possible. “You’d probably be able to convince my dad, he loves you.”

I smile, “If I told him I thought you were my ‘Good Luck Charm’ he’d probably kick me off the team.” Toto has always explicitly said to stay away from his precious daughter. I hate following rules.

She giggles, now on the front porch leaning against the railing and making me sigh in relief that she doesn’t want to go yet.

I stand across from her, my hands in my pockets as my eyes roam across her face that’s half shaded from the porch light. “I expect you to stir some shit up this year.”

“You’re praying on my downfall.” I step closer.

She looks up at me, “Never, Drea…”

I groan at the nickname, “Do not call me that.”

“What would you like me to call you?” She raises a brow, teasing me.

“My name?”

“I prefer wonder boy.” She says it with such a straight face that I can’t help but laugh. She smiles, pleased that she made me crack.

“I had a really good time today.” I say softly, not missing her lip catch on her tooth.

“Not too annoyed with my flirting?”

I shake my head, “I never said that… Maybe just tone it down a bit.”

“Like how?”

“Flirt with someone else.” It just comes out, I regret it immediately.

Her face softens, “Like who?”

I shrug, “Like me.”

The corner of her mouth quirks up, “I do flirt with you.”

This is a bad idea, I can feel it.

But I don’t stop.

“Not like you do with them…”

“Because I flirt with everyone else as a joke. It’s performative, love.” That nickname, however, I could get used to.

“Why?” I ask, “Why do you feel the need to?”

“Maybe because someone is too much of a pussy to flirt back.” Fuck my actual life.

“Or I just don’t want to lose my job.”

She rolls her eyes, genuinely annoyed, “Don’t pull that shit. Carry on lying to yourself with the ‘distracting’ thing.”

“You are fucking distracting, Wolff. Like out of this world distracting.” I wish she knew that the stares she gets, the drinks she receives, isn’t because she’s Toto Wolff's daughter.

She looks away, her nose in the air, “Not my fault you’re so attracted to me you can’t focus on simple tasks.”

This girl is going to kill me. And she loves it.

I let out a breathy laugh, resting my hands on either side of her, “You drive me insane.”

“Oh so you can do your job when you’re around me!” She jokes so easily with her ‘drive’ bit.

I shake my head, “I can’t stand you.”

Her eyes meet mine again, our faces centimeters apart, “Try again.” Her voice is soft, strong.

“I can’t stand not having you.” It’s practically a whisper.

She doesn’t blink, just leans back into the railing with her head held high, “Then have me.”

She’s waiting for me, I realize. She flirts with me, she touches me, she teases me, she does just about everything first, before me. Now, she’s making me start it.

She’s supposed to be a bad idea. But right now, I’m pretty sure she is the best idea ever.

I lean down slowly, her breath soft against me. When she doesn’t pull back and I fully understand that i’m not dreaming, I kiss her.

It’s soft at first, testing almost. But then her hand finds the back of my neck and all I can feel is her.

I grip her waist like there’s nothing else in the world, finding her belt loop to pull her in closer as her tongue slips into my mouth.

Both of our breaths quicken, her skin hot as I slip my hand under the hem of her shirt, “Drea…” She whispers, never breaking the kiss.

“Try again.” I mumble.

“Kimi.” I groan at the way she says my name. I never want her to stop.

I nod into the kiss, pushing her into the railing harder as her fingers tighten in my hair. Her lips feel so familiar, I don’t know how I ever lived without them.

“You kiss like a dream.” I say against her which makes her laugh, tilting her head back slightly as I take a breath.

My lips off hers doesn’t last long, only getting rougher when we start again. She tastes like strawberry lipgloss and chocolate gelato, I want it tattooed on me.

The second her hand makes its way down my chest and around my side, moments away from her touch on my bare skin, goosebumps ready to go, something interrupts us.

“What the fuck.” I don’t think I've ever moved so fast in my life. The familiar voice makes me physically jump, the same as Y/n.

I understand now that the ‘interruption’ was the front door opening and my team principal coming to see who was lurking on his porch.

I run my hand over my mouth, looking out at their front garden and wondering if I'm about to die.

Y/n is facing her dad, her eyes wide and lips slightly swollen. I can’t help but smile because I did that. I’m immediately sobered by his voice again. “Antonelli.”

Wow I like how she says it so much more.

I clear my throat and throw my hair up slightly, nor daring to turn around just yet. “Yep.”

“Y/n.” He says gruffly, his accent even thicker when angry, “Inside.”

I turn around now, watching her cringe and walk inside slowly. I see Susie in the hallway, clearly not understanding what’s going on, and smiling at me. “Kimi! Thanks for walking her home.”

Toto is staring me down as if I’d just- well… as if I'd just kissed his daughter. I’m about to respond to her but Toto shakes his head sharply, “Out.”

I give Y/n one more glance, not missing the slight smirk on her face. Fuck neither of us can be serious for two second. I hurry down the steps, only looking back when I hear the door shut and not stopping my quick feet until I get to my car.

I have one text. It’s from Y/n.

You kiss like a dream too.

[bainutwater85]

can i get nsfw headcanons about any naruto characters? your choice !!

characters: gaara, kiba, kakashi, shikamaru

cw: cum, anal, vibrators, dick sizes, fem reader with fem parts

a/n: hope u enjoy! also i’m writing for them during the time naruto and hinata got married (?) i know they were like 19-23 or 24

GAARA !

when you two are alone: he likes when you lay on him n he rubs your back inching his way down to you ass, rubbing it and kneading it in his hands.

twerk on this man, give him a lap dance i swear to god he won’t be disappointed by anything you shake. his eyes will be wide and he’ll have the biggest smile on his face, if y’all are drunk and doing this then you’ll definitely be fucking wherever you are at. Most likely will come in his pants..

his balls are tight and full, not big but average size for his age. Loves when you just lay next to him and invade his space then slipping a hand in his pants to massage his balls; especially when he’s cramping there to.

he’s not much of a sex guy but definitely prefers dry humping over the real dick in the ass thing, if yknow what i mean. you 2 just get the grind on..slow and sensual. & by dry humping— he’s not humping you like a wild animal, just dragging his boner across your leg/thigh. You do the same..just without ur panties (^_^)

Don’t get me wrong..he’ll have sex and release his load in you or on you a few times— he just has a..in between sex drive (?) basically: sex isn’t always on his mind unless you propose to it and if he’s having a rough day (which is almost everyday & barely resorts to sex to get relaxed) anywayss. With that being said i really feel like he likes to take sex slow so your foreplay will last about 15-20 mins and another 20 while he’s kissing every crack and creavice of your body.

⤴︎ i also feel like he’s big into role play. Like yes, i’ll be the princess and you’ll be the evil big bad wizard that needs my love and touch. Or yes you can be the UPS guy and i can be the mom of 2 college and highschool kids during the summer waiting for my dildo to arrive because me and my husband divorced a few months ago

he don’t lick pussy he SUCKS pussy. he don’t give you fast kitten licks he will head straight for the clit and suck on it like a pacifier and rub it when he’s done.

his cum has an easy flow and isn’t too thick but he spurts out a lot. Also average size with an average girth, 6.4 inches at best🙌🏾

KIBA !

biggg ash, GIRTH && LENGTH WISE. i’d say 6.6 at least. n he lovesss it when you whine and tell him it don’t or won’t fit & try to push him back a bit by his abdomen or run. just for him to grab you by the hips/waist and start pounding into you

unlike gaara he will dive in and lick your pussy clean. sorry not sorry, he has no pussy eating technique and does what he saw a man do on a porno he seen when he 12 years old. yeahhhp

why fuck one hole when you can fuck 3? we all say in usion. He’s an anal god & prefers the butthole than the vagina or mouth.

speaking of mouth..he likes a little teeth on his cock, not a lot tho😗 cause it “tickles” he says.

Guys..he does not have breeder balls..i’m sorry :(. They aren’t small they just aren’t as big but they don’t sag either..they’re TIGHT. tight like if he was to go soft rn his ball sacks would be a futon for his penis

also has bad ball cramps and whines so much when you can’t or won’t help him with it. But “its fine” he says, just don’t beg for any dick post- shark week 😒. && to top it all off he is a MASTER MASTURBATER. when he got with you he stopped watching porn and used his imagination with you being the the source of material.

sleeps bare butt ass naked with his balls all out jus free ballin like we’re in the paleoithic age💀

ass eater ass eaterr. he don’t care if you ain’t shower this morning he wants to go in and down. He’s a free and wild man when it comes to sex, LITERALLY.

whines the most and hates to admit it but he just can’t help how tight you are. Like you wrap around him just right and it makes him come on the spot sometimes

they don’t mind a bush or fuzzy peach. But kiba is the one to cry when you shave or get a wax down there 😗 the others don’t mind if it’s hairy, a little hair never hurt them and plus “we grown” kakashi, kiba and SHIKAMARU say in harmony 😭

+ all of the character listed above

KAKASHI !

always and i mean alwaysss has to have a hand on your ass and tits. it’s not even in a horny or sexual way— he just wants to squeeze and feel the squish of your body. Unknowingly massages them to and you don’t even point it out, then he’s moving his hand looking down at your nipple like “why is it hard?” man you just gave top tier massage that could clear migraines and cramps.

his dick is big and he knows ittt. Sitting on his lap is enough for his dick to go in ‘up mode’ he will nottt back down or let YOU back down when you tease him and try to leave him by hiself with a hardon, no ma’am..you’re gonna finish what you started.

never fully gets naked when you two are having sex. his shirt is off, pants down and his dick coming out the deisgined hole of his boxers. Your bra over your tits and panties pulled to the side.

he lives in the country and rural era of konoha so yes you suck his dick and he eats you out on his back patio, what about it?

doesn’t want you having any dildos, he doesnt know why it makes him so upset you need a FAKE cock to make you cum when you have him. The only sex toys he’ll allow is a vibrator and butt plug. Speaking of vibrators, he so fascinated by the way your plump pussy lips move when you use it😫

preps you all the time, you two could’ve been fucking since the day you got together, he’s still gonna prep you either way cause mans is BIG. he’s more of a shower than grower tho 😗

6.7in when soft and 7inch hard. His girth isn’t wide..it’s more on the skinny side but he reaches places better with the size and length. Once you cried so hard and almost reached your breaking point when his thrust kept getting deeper and slower cause he was hitting the entrance to your cervix and lord was it painful yet pleasing at once.

his balls are average but they sag, not low but they got some weight to em on the inside 😭

SHIKAMARU !

wants to makes movies with you and has made movies with you. But it’s premium tho so only you and him only see it.

always and i mean alwayssss has a hand in your panties or on your thigh. You two would be chillin in the living room, the floor or in the bed (most of the times the bed) and he’ll just sneak his through and just rub your clit. he doesn’t finger you just rubs you slowly, occupied with his phone and your pussy while he’s just strolling through social media and getting you off all at once.

fav position is most likely doggystyle. Why? because if you both are getting your freak on and wanting to watch something..you can do both.

lazy sex..need i say more? he’s got you laying on top of him with his dick barely all the way inside you and giving half ass thrusts while you both are half away and naked at the crack of morning

hates pulling out, says it ruins the good feeling when you’re about to cum. Naw sweetie he just wants to be a dad of a cheerleading team. He might wanna be one and done or 2 kids but the way he cums inside of you..😗 it says otherwise. he doesn’t even pull out till you guys wake up, and if he did so you can go pee and get it out your system— he’s gonna ease way back in and go to bed like that 😭

another sagger and shower but not a grower. He’s average, length and girth. 6.6 hard and 6.6 soft. It’s just limpy yknow?.

also sleeps naked well semi-naked. but you? oh he makes you strip down to your socks and earrings. he wants you skinned down to the toess. He only sleeps in a bare of boxers and time out time he uses rhat as his advantage. won’t even take them off to pull his dick out. he either slips it through the hole of his pants or over the hem of the boxers. Somtimes doesn’t even take it out himself and gets you to do it by grinding it agaisnt you or pulling you closer to it.

cums a lot and cums whenever and wherever tbh. on your face in your mouth, wipes it off for you tho. One thing he lovessss to do is slap his tip on your lips or cheeks he just loves slapping his cock all over your face anyways

[emmyrosee]

What would boyfriend sukuna do if he accidentally made his beloved cry? 👀🩵

*claps hands together and bites lip* AYO-

You’d been arguing about something minuscule, about whose turn it was to wash the dishes, and he merely rolled his eyes and said he could find someone else who would do it.

Because sukuna doesn’t think. No matter the time, the context, the situation, when he’s on defense, he’s going to bring out the big guns and says things to hurt. To damage, to break, to shatter.

Because sukuna is not a good person. He may smack on this “learning how to love” facade, he may hold doors open for you and cradle you when you cry, he may introduce you to his friends and family, but at the end of the day, he’s a trashy man who just fends for himself and only thinks about himself.

Or. That’s what he thought.

Until he sees the hot, betrayed tears bubbling in your waterline. He sees the way your shoulders are tightened, and the way your bottom lip wobbles. He sees the way you look at him in disgust, in hatred, you hate him you shouldn’t even be looking at him right now, but you’re so in disbelief that he could conjure such a claim to you that, like a car accident, you can’t look away. Your eyes glaze over his body in distain and god, fuck, he would do anything, worship any gods, fight any evil and give up his greatest treasures if it meant you’d never look at him like this again.

“Why would you say that?” You whimper, and he sees your hand twitch as it makes a move to wipe the tear, but you never connect the movement. The tear falls, and so does your clenched hand. “Did that make you feel better? To hurt me like that?”

“No,” he chokes. “No, no, this isn’t right, I didn’t mean that-“

“You sure had a hell of a time hiding it,” you scoff, and your arms come up to hug yourself, an action that he should be doing, but he feels like if he moves he’s going to shatter. “God, fuck, what were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t,” he rasps. He cards a big hand through his hair, “fuck, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to say that, not to you, never to you.” His hands ball into fists as he loses himself, “fuck, fuck fuck, god, I swear I didn’t mean that, I would never-“

“But you did, Sukuna,” you wail in anguish. “And you said it so easily, what, do you have someone else on the back burner?”

“I don’t!” He says, mind melting and heart pounding because he ruined this, he ruined one of the few good things in his life, all with one stupid phrase he never should’ve even let cross his mind, let alone his lips. “It’s only you, I’m only ever obsessed with you! I love you!”

Love is not a word Sukuna uses. It’s more well intentioned hugs and kisses, he’s a shower not a teller, and he takes in a big gulp of air as the foreign word tingles his tongue. You blink at him in awe, and he lets out a shaky sigh, “god, fuck, I love you. And… And-And-And I’d never want to make you hurt this. And I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

The room is quiet. The air is heavy as sukuna watches you cautiously, not sure where to go from here.

Then, you sniffle and walk towards him. You slip into his arms, and sukuna thinks you’re made of glass, too fragile to be in his cruel embrace. He gently cradles the back of your head as you cry softly into his chest. “I’m sorry,” he echos. “I mean it. Never going to say that shit again.”

“You fucked up,” you sniffle.

He swallows the thick wad in his throat and blinks up to the sky, begging to be grounded in his heightened state.

“I know.”

“I hate you.”

But he’s got you, for now. That’s all he cares about, and if you ever smarten up and leave him for the dirt he is, he’d never blame you.

But for now…

“I know.”

[laceyfaeryy]

“tell your baby that i’m your baby”

simon riley x reader

౨ৎ⠀ׄ⠀. ━ simon still mourns over his only relationship that he messed up

angst - no happy ending because i feel evil

he remembered it like it was yesterday, the front door of his apartment slamming shut as you left, the air feeling just a little more cold like you took the warmth with your absence.

he didn’t do anything. for a man who had quick reflexes and problem solving skills in the military, he just stood facing the door completely lost.

he couldn’t move, it felt like his feet were glued to his wooden floorboards. his brain wasn’t working, completely blank after you left.

oh, and his heart.

god, it hurts so bad.

simon was well aware of the fact that he was not good with feelings, but he didn’t know it would lead to this.

the only good thing that has ever happened in his life was now gone, but that wasn’t what hurts him the most.

it was that you now hated him.

so he naturally, he hated himself.

he hated that he made you feel unlovable and unwanted, that he took the sparkle in your eyes that he loved so damn much.

his life started to get colder each day, waking up to an empty bed where your usual warmth on your side was gone. how he didn’t get to see you make your ridiculously sweet coffee early in the morning, or how he came home after deployment to no one.

as much as it pained him, he was able to tolerate it, being able to live through the constant heartache and pain that followed him everyday.

that was until he saw you with another man. hand in hand as you giggled at something he whispered in your ear, the two of you tucked away in the bustling city streets like you were in your own world.

you finally had the sparkle back in your eyes, that he loved so damn much. but he wasn’t the reason for it.

another man was.

it was ironic, he had a silly little dream that you took him back, how he held you in his arms once again feeling warm during the cold winter nights.

but no, he was stupid, after all - it was just a silly dream.

he watched as you stood on your tippy toes to press a kiss on his cheek, a faint blush on your face as you held his hand.

you used to do that, kissing his rough skin and then even planting another kiss on his scarred hands.

never in his life did simon think that he would see you doing the same thing you used to do to him with another man

suddenly, all the scars and burns on his body didn’t seem to hurt as much compared to the ache in his heart.

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[lazysoulwriter]

grumpy pedro. - pedro pascal.

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Something was off.

Pedro Pascal, the man who usually woke up humming some random tune and greeting you with an obnoxiously cheerful “Good morning, baby!”—even if it was barely morning—was not acting like himself.

No, today, he shuffled into the living room looking like he’d just crawled out of a grave. His hair was a complete disaster, his sweats hung low on his hips, and his expression? Dark. Closed off. Like someone had personally offended him in his sleep.

You were curled up on the couch, waiting for him to wake up, but this? This was far more interesting than your phone.

You tilted your head, watching as he plopped into the armchair with a heavy sigh. "Oh wow. Someone’s in a mood today."

Pedro didn’t respond. Just let out another grunt and rubbed his face with both hands.

You grinned. He was making this too easy.

"Rough night? Bad dreams? Did Grogu betray you?"

Nothing.

"Ooooh," you dragged out, sitting up straighter. "Did you finally realize I’m funnier than you? That’s gotta sting."

That got a reaction. A slow glare from beneath his hand, brown eyes narrowed.

"Too early," he grumbled. "Too early for you."

You gasped dramatically, clutching your chest. "José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal, did you just insult the love of your life?"

He groaned, tipping his head back against the chair. "I love you, but I hate you just as much right now."

"Impossible," you shot back, swinging your legs off the couch and padding over to him. "You adore me. I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you. Your sunshine. Your reason for existing."

He cracked an eye open. "I really should’ve stayed in bed."

"Yeah, but then I wouldn’t get to annoy you, and where’s the fun in that?"

Pedro exhaled, long and slow, as if gathering the last of his patience. He slumped down further in the chair, legs sprawled, looking up at you with the most unimpressed expression you’d ever seen. It was adorable.

You leaned down, bracing your hands on the armrests. "Tell me what’s wrong, Grumpy Gus. Otherwise, I will keep talking."

"Threatening me first thing in the morning?" He shook his head. "You are evil."

"And you love it."

He sighed again, but there was the tiniest twitch of his lips.

"Didn’t sleep well," he finally admitted. "Kept waking up. Then I had a dream that someone stole my dog. And when I woke up, my neck was all stiff. And now I’m tired, and you’re being obnoxious."

"Wow," you deadpanned. "Truly a tragic series of events. How ever will you recover?"

"You could start by shutting up."

"That’s not happening."

Pedro groaned again, but this time, he reached for you, pulling you into his lap. You laughed as he wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in your neck.

"You’re lucky I love you," he mumbled.

"I really am," you teased, stroking a hand through his messy hair.

He sighed against your skin, relaxing fully now, his earlier grumpiness fading. "If I say you’re my sunshine, will you go make me coffee?"

"Hmmm," you pretended to consider. "Say it with feeling, and I might."

Pedro pulled back just enough to look at you, rolling his eyes. Then, dramatically, he placed a hand over his heart.

"You," he said solemnly, "are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray."

You burst out laughing. "Okay, okay! I’ll make you coffee, you dramatic fool."

As you got up, Pedro caught your wrist, tugging you back down just enough to kiss you. It was slow and sweet, completely at odds with his grumpy mood from earlier.

"Love you," he murmured against your lips.

"Love you more," you said, grinning.

As you walked off to the kitchen, you heard him mutter, "Still hate you a little bit, though."

You just laughed.

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[cupidsworstcrime]

Jason Todd x dom f!reader

inspo

filth, you know the drill

His back hit the mattress a little harder than he expected.

Jason blinked up at you, still shirtless from when you’d straddled his lap mid-kiss and tugged it over his head. Your hands were planted on his chest now, fingertips hot against his scarred skin. Your thighs bracketing his hips.

He hadn’t expected you to follow through when you said it—jokingly, teasingly—last week.

“One of these days I’m going to be the one calling the shots.”

He’d laughed. Shrugged it off. Said, “Good luck with that.”

And yet, here he was. On his back. Eyes a little wide.

You leaned in close, mouth just shy of his.

“Be good for me?”

A breath caught in his throat. God, he could feel the way his pulse jumped.

“…Y-Yeah,” he muttered. “I—yeah. Okay.”

You smiled. Slow. Sweet. Dangerous.

Your hand traced down his chest, fingers featherlight. He didn’t realize he was holding his breath until your lips pressed to the corner of his mouth, soft and reassuring, like you were grounding him.

He didn’t mean to make a sound when you kissed his neck. But it slipped out—just a low, choked breath—and your grin widened against his skin.

“You’re doing so good already…”

Jason didn’t answer. He just reached for you again, desperate to keep some part of you in his hands—your hip, your thigh, the curve of your waist. Anything.

You caught his wrist mid-reach.

“Ah-ah,” you whispered, eyes sparking. “Tonight, you let me do the work.”

Jason stared up at you like you’d just told him the moon was fake.

“…That’s evil,” he said. His voice was hoarse.

You only leaned down again, your smile now brushing his ear.

“I’m just getting started.”

You had him laid out. Hands pinned gently above his head, your thighs straddling his waist, and that look in your eyes.

Jason wasn’t used to this. He didn’t do soft. Didn’t do giving up control. But with you?

He was already gone.

His wrists shifted beneath your grip. You didn’t squeeze tighter—just looked down at him with that same gentle, dangerous smile.

“You trying to escape me, baby?”

Jason’s throat bobbed. His voice was rough. “No. I just—fuck—”

“You just what, sweetheart?” you asked, your mouth brushing over his. “Need me to touch you again?”

He was already hard. Had been since you climbed into his lap and kissed him like that. And now? You were just hovering there. Warm and heavy on top of him, rocking slowly against his hips but not giving him anything solid.

His hands twitched. His face flushed.

“…I hate you,” he mumbled.

You grinned. “Liar.”

You let go of his wrists and leaned back. He didn’t move—couldn’t. Not with the way your fingers trailed down his chest, past the scar on his side, lower still.

“Tell me what you want,” you said, fingers dancing along the waistband of his sweats.

He looked at you like he was fighting with himself.

“…Please.”

“Please what?”

He hissed through his teeth. “Touch me.”

You slid your hand under the fabric, finally wrapping your hand around him, and he groaned. His hips jolted up instinctively, chasing your touch like a man starved.

“There he is,” you cooed. “So fucking responsive.”

Jason’s hands fisted the sheets. “Don’t stop.”

But you did. Only for a second—just to lean down, lips at his ear.

“Not until you beg.”

He cursed. Actual, full-body trembled. And then—

“…Please,” he whispered. “I need you. Need to feel you. Need to—fuck, I’ll do anything.”

That’s when you rode him.

Took him slow. Rocked your hips with maddening rhythm. Every time he tried to speed up, you held his hips down. He whimpered, bit back a growl, eyes locked on yours with a desperate fire.

“Look at you,” you murmured, hips rolling. “So needy for me.”

He was flushed red. Scarred chest heaving. Teeth sunk into his bottom lip to keep from begging again.

You leaned down, brushing your nose to his.

“Say it again.”

“…Need you,” he gasped. “Need you so bad it hurts.”

And you kissed him for it. Deep and wet and filthy. Let him shake apart under you, trembling as he came hard—his body jerking, your name half a prayer, half a curse in his throat.

When you collapsed against his chest, he was still breathless. Shaky.

And quiet.

“…So,” he finally muttered, “that was illegal.”

You laughed softly. “You okay?”

Jason blinked up at the ceiling, lips parted, completely overwhelmed and ruined.

“…I think I saw God, ma."

Jason waited. Let you stretch out on the bed all soft and smug, like he hadn’t spent the last few days thinking about the way you’d made him beg. He watched you roll onto your back, lazy and loose-limbed from sleep.

“You think you’re cute, don’t you?” he asked, crawling over you.

You smirked. “I know I am.”

He grinned, slow and sharp. “Yeah? Let’s see how smart that mouth is with my fingers in it.”

Your breath caught. That damn grin of his deepened.

He kissed you like he was trying to steal your breath. Rough hands pinning your wrists above your head, his thigh wedged between yours, pressing up just right. His voice was a low, smug purr against your lips:

“My turn, sweetheart.”

That was the plan.

Except…

The second you moaned into his mouth—just right—he stuttered.

The second you shifted under him—just right—he whimpered.

The second you tilted your hips up—just right—he lost control completely.

Jason had intentions, okay? He had a script. He was gonna ruin you. Tease you until you cried. Make you beg.

Instead—

You were on top again.

His wrists were pinned again.

And he was looking up at you like you’d hung the stars.

“What happened to your turn, baby?” you asked, smirking.

He groaned. “You’re cheating, ma.”

You grinned down at him, rolling your hips slowly. “Nah. You’re just weak for me.”

Jason choked on his own breath, gasped as you sank down on him. He tried to buck his hips up but you held him down with a palm on his chest, that wicked smile curving your lips.

“Still your turn, daddy. Come on. Do something.”

His hands clenched. His brain scrambled.

And then he gave up. Again.

“…I hate you,” he whispered, voice hoarse.

You leaned down and kissed the corner of his mouth.

“Liar.”

It started with a bruised ego.

He’d tried to take control again. Had the nerve to push you against the wall and growl something cocky in your ear. Handsy, mouthy, that glint of challenge in his eyes.

But you had his number.

You knew exactly where to push, where to pull, how to look at him to get him crumbling.

And that’s where things went sideways.

He was under you again. Chest rising hard, wrists pinned, the air thick with heat and tension.

And oh, that look on his face—half scowl, half ruined, all red.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he bit out.

Your nails scraped down his chest, light and deliberate.

“Immensely.”

He gritted his teeth. Flexed his arms a little, like he could break your hold if he wanted.

He wouldn’t. He liked it here. You both knew that.

“Should’ve just bent over and taken it like a good boy the first time,” you murmured against his throat.

Jason shivered. His hips stuttered under you.

You leaned in closer, lips at his ear.

“Keep bratting off, and I’ll spank it out of you.”

And that’s when it happened.

That slow flush bloomed down his neck, across his cheeks, bright and shameless. He tried to glare at you—he really did—but it flickered, fast and helpless. He blinked fast and turned his head, swallowing hard.

“Ohh,” you cooed, dragging your fingers down his ribs. “That’s what you want?”

“Shut up,” he muttered, voice thick and hoarse.

You rolled your hips slow over his lap.

“I don’t think I will.”

Jason turned even redder.

“Look at you,” you teased, running your nails down to his waistband. “You’re blushing like a virgin, and I’ve already had you begging with tears in your lashes.”

“Shut up,” he hissed again, but it cracked into a whimper halfway through.

And that’s when it hit you—

Your big, bad, Red Hood was a brat in denial. All bark, all bite, until you pinned him down and whispered something dirty in his ear.

And when you reached back and smacked his thigh, just once, just enough?

He gasped.

“One more word,” you warned, voice dripping sweet. “And I will pull you over my lap.”

He didn’t speak.

But his hips twitched.

And that blush? Oh, it deepened.

[novahreign]

Sinners

Elijah “Smoke” Moore x Lucinda “Lu/ Lil bit” Hawkins.

A/N: I wanted to give it a try. I’m a Smoke girlie. That’s my type of man.😜💙 I hope that you enjoy.

“Elijah. Please, don’t do this.” I begged gripping his bicep. “Please.” He gathered me in his arms.

I had been cheesing and humming all morning. Mama had gone into town and daddy was working, this was the only day that both of my parents would be gone and Elijah could come over. I finished my morning chores and freshened myself up from this hot Mississippi weather. I had been having sex with Elijah or Smoke, what most people called him, although I never taken a liken to it, for two full months and my folks were non the wiser. I smiled to myself, I just didn’t understand how something that was such a sin, felt so good. Elijah always knew how to me feel good, how to make me feel like a woman. He was always gentle too. Never harsh with me like he was to everyone else. My mother didn’t know what I saw in him, she just I didn’t understand, that’s all.

When Elijah came in, I was prepared to make love. He always did know how to work that thing between his legs to bring me so much pleasure, oh, and his tongue, sweet Mary, did he know how to use it on me, have me saying swear words that my mama would have my hind for, but instead of my sweet Elijah, I got the one with fear in his eyes. One I only saw a few times. He rushed inside and told me that he and his brother were leaving town. I could feel my heart bout to beat outta my chest. He gathered me in his arms, kissing the side of my head. “I gotta go Lu, don’t make this any harder for me.”

“Why are you doing this? Where are you going?!” I could feel my heart slowly crumbling as he worked to avoid my eyes. “Elijah, what did you do?”

His twin brother Elias “Stack” laid on the horn “Hurry nigga. We gots to go.” He seemed nervous as he scanned the dirt road. A man, I didn’t recognize sat in the drivers seat, kept his gaze straight ahead. “Smoke, let’s go!”

He looked at me with wary eyes “I gotta go baby.” He kissed me harder than he’d ever had before. I tried to savor every moment as I melted in his arm. “Promise me you’ll write.” I sensed his hesitation “You don’t have to say where you are, just let me know that you’re alright and that you’re thinking of me.”

He nodded his head “I’ll do that. I promise.” He kissed me one last time but before he made it to the end of the yard, I yelled out to him. “I love you Elijah.” He smirked “I love you too Lil bit.” I smiled faintly at the nickname that I hated, but would give anything to hear him say it forever. He hopped in the back of the car.

“Don’t forget to write.”

“I won’t! I promise.”

The car sped off down the road, leaving a cloud of dirt behind. I waved until I couldn’t see them anymore.

Sometime later, I learned that the twins killed their daddy or that’s Bessie’s grandmother was telling everybody. I know how cruel and evil his daddy could be and if that’s why he left then I could accept that. That was seven years ago. He never did write like he promised. I waited for years for a letter. Eventually I picked up the pieces of my heart and moved on as I best I could.

“Alright. Class is dismissed. You all go and make it home. I’ll see you all tomorrow.”

“Bye, Ms. Hawkins.” The cute little brown faces of boys and girls exited the white painted barn that was used for schooling during the weekdays. I sighed as to face one little grumpy face child. I bit my cheek to keep from smiling but I put on my serious face.

“Lester Sims, You oughta be ashamed of the way that you carried on today.” His little frown loosened up some. “I expect better from you. You’re a smart boy and have a brain.” I tapped his head “Use it, because the next time you act like this, I’m liken to take a switch to you and I don’t want to have to do that, You hear me?”

He nodded his head and let out a gruff “Yes ma’am.”

“Alright now, gon and head home. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He stomped his way out of the barn as I began tidying up. I unsnapped the button to my blouse, it was hot as Satans tail in this classroom. Hearing footsteps I turned around.

“Lester, you’re always forgetting something, I tell you ever-“ my words got caught as I looked up.

“You as hard on poor Lester as your mama was on me and Stack.How you doing, Lu?”

I gripped the chair, to keep myself from falling, it was like looking at ghost. Elijah Moore stood in front of me. Bigger and more put together than I’ve seen a colored folk before. He tipped his hat “Elijah.” I said, my voice coming out way softer than I wanted or needed it to. Hell, I was mad at him. Seven years you’ve been gone and got the nerve to come back looking like this?! I cross my legs at the ankles. Seven years wasn’t enough time for my body to forget the only man to ever touch me. Then anger boiled in my chest. I dropped the broom, brushed past him, stomping my way out of the school, like Lester did. I was almost far enough when I felt a grip on my arm. I turned so fast bumping into his rock hard chest.

“Can we talk?” Tears welled up in my eyes.

“I don’t want to talk to you.” I tried my best to keep myself together. “Just stay the hell away from me.” I jerked from his arm, headed down the road, not once looking back. I couldn’t, not yet.

[callikari]

𝒹runk ──── 𝒸onfessions

。 when you have too much to drink (around your crush)

이희승 x fem!reader ❤︎ fluff 1236 wc ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ) alcohal consumption drunk behavior soft chao mild suggestiveness (humorous) mutual pining inspired by a scene from "the first frost"

【 more like this ᰔᩚ 】

the world wasn’t spinning, but it was doing a cute little waltz. a gentle sway every time you blinked too hard. heeseung had one arm around your shoulders as he helped you outside the wedding hall, and you kept giggling into his sleeve like he was telling you the funniest joke you’d ever heard.

(he wasn’t. he was dead silent. but he smelled really good, and that was funny for some reason.)

“heeseung,” you sing-songed, leaning dramatically against him, “be honest—did you spike my drink just to make me fall in love with you?”

he glanced down, clearly trying not to smile. “why would i do that?”

“because it’s working,” you whispered like it was a secret. “you evil little man.”

heeseung huffed out a laugh, hand steadying you by the waist. “you’re ridiculous.”

“you’re ridiculous,” you echoed, poking his chest. “ridiculously pretty. unfair, really. someone should arrest you.”

“is that the alcohol talking?”

“it’s me talking. just… very bravely.”

he guided you to sit on a bench just outside the venue, the cool night air brushing over your skin. you immediately flopped over, head resting on his shoulder, legs swinging off the edge of the bench like a bored child.

“ugh. my feet hate me.”

“you took your heels off thirty minutes ago.”

“they’re emotionally still mad.”

heeseung snorted, shaking his head. “want some water?”

you ignored the question, sitting up with a sudden burst of energy. “you know what?” you said, pointing a finger at him. “i’ve decided i’m gonna start saving up.”

“for what?”

“for you, obviously.” your eyes were wide, serious, dramatic. “so i can keep you. like—buy you a nice apartment with big windows and feed you strawberries and make sure you never smile at another girl ever again.”

he blinked. “you’re going to keep me?”

you nodded solemnly. “don’t act like you didn’t know this was coming. i’ve been chasing you for months.”

heeseung turned his head away to hide his smile, but you noticed anyway. “have you now?”

“mhm.” you leaned forward, poking his cheek. “karaoke night? you smiled at me after i sang that taylor swift song. i almost passed out. i googled ‘symptoms of being in love’ that night.”

heeseung chuckled, eyes soft. “and?”

“the internet said i should hydrate. so here i am. still thirsty. but now it’s for you.”

he lost it at that, full-on laughing now. your eyes widened at the sound—warm and boyish and completely unguarded.

“you’re unbelievable,” he said, smiling down at you.

“i’m charming,” you corrected, swaying slightly as you tried to stand. heeseung immediately steadied you by the elbow, and you grinned at him. “see? you’re already acting like my boyfriend.”

“someone’s gotta keep you from falling flat on your face.”

“so dramatic,” you whispered. “just admit you like me, lee heeseung.”

he paused for a moment, gaze flicking down to yours. the smile didn’t fade, but something about it softened—like he was deciding something quietly in his head.

“maybe i do,” he said.

you blinked. “wait, for real?”

“you won’t remember this in the morning.”

“yes i will,” you argued, pointing a wobbly finger at him. “unless i don’t. in which case, you should remind me. preferably with a kiss.”

he laughed again, hiding his face in his hand. “get in the car, y/n.”

you stuck your tongue out at him. “fine. but only because you’re cute.”

he helped you into the car, buckled your seatbelt like you were a child, and shook his head as you started humming the chorus of the song you’d sung earlier.

and then—just as heeseung exhaled, finally thinking the chaos had passed—

you started tugging at your dress and muttering, “too many buttons… pants. i need pants.”

heeseung blinked. “wait—what are you—y/n, what are you doing?”

you waved him off. “just changing real quick! don’t look!”

“i’m not!” he yelped, immediately reaching for a shopping bag on the seat to act as a barrier. he turned away, shielding his face with one hand. “oh my god, please—just warn me next time—”

“don’t be dramatic,” you muttered, rustling around. “almost done.”

“done what?”

“buttoning. my pants. duh.”

he sat frozen like a statue, bag still held between you. finally, after a few more seconds of shuffling fabric and your quiet humming, you announced triumphantly:

“okay. pants secured. crisis over.”

heeseung cautiously peeked from behind the bag. “are you fully dressed?”

you rolled your eyes and patted your legs. “yes, heeseung. i’m not a heathen.”

he sighed deeply, tossing the bag aside and muttering something about needing hazard pay.

and maybe you wouldn’t remember the entire night when you woke up.

but heeseung would.

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[amoeganism]

DON'T LIE, I'M PERFECT AND YOU LOVE ME luka

Luka really wants to take a nap after a long day of being exploited and being a pain in the ass to every human around him, but your priorities (pissing him off) come first!

WC: ~600

Your boyfriend, visibly exhausted, miserably slumps his upper body onto his bed and his knees collapse. Bundled under mounds of thick blankets, you reach an arm out to ruffle Luka’s blond hair, brushing through his wavy locks and petting his head like a dog. You snicker at the sight of his face contorting after realizing what you’re doing, lazily swiping your hand away and grunting before coughing into his arm. 

It takes you a few moments to inch over to where Luka lays. You didn’t want to sacrifice the comfort of being suffocated and melting into your bed until you’re a pile of sweat and nasty mulch. His eyes slowly flutter shut and his breathing slows but the uncomfortable position he’s in acts as a barrier between him and falling into a deep sleep. However, it takes too much energy to try to pull Luka fully onto the mattress, but what doesn’t take much energy is disrupting the rest he needs. You aren’t planning on getting the title of “Number One Lover of a Superstar” and you hadn’t seen him the entire day since you both had woken up; you deserve this, you reason to yourself. 

Under your fingertips, you switch between prodding and poking his pale cheeks until they warm and bloom into a faint pink. Luka tries his best to make you stop, puffing his cheeks and intertwining your fingers together but you retaliate by grabbing his face and watching him deflate. It gives you a slight ego boost when he gives up and chooses to throw his lanky limbs over you, adding his heavy bodyweight over the mass of your blankets.

“How was your day of terrorizing the music industry?” you ask, immediately returning to pinching his cheeks. 

“I don’t need to terrorize anyone. Everyone already knows that I’m a fan favorite.”

“Yeah because I totally hallucinated you having at least ten different tabs about Mizi and you weren’t writing in a notebook titled ‘Evil and Devious Masterplan’. You’re embarrassing when you beef with people eight years younger than you.”

“God forbid a man has hobbies.”

“Yeah I really hate it. Stick to singing and looking cute. Only I deserve to see your evil. It makes me feel special when you aren’t exposing yourself to everyone.”

“You make it sound like I’m flashing the public.”

“You pretty much are. Your dick and bad personality are the same thing.”

“You’re so mean to me,” Luka whines in which you stick your tongue out at him in response. “I’m an innocent man who can do nothing bad. Ever. And here I am, being mistreated by the one who is supposed to love me until and beyond death. What did I do to deserve this?”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry Luka,” you press a kiss to his sore, red cheek, letting your lips linger on his skin before hugging him tighter. At the same time, you ignore the fact that he is a thirty year old man throwing a minor tantrum over you having fun being insufferable the same way he does on a daily basis. “Anyways, can I bite your face? I have a really bad urge to do that right now. Actually, I don’t need your permission.”

“Hey! I have a show tomorrow, you know? My fans are going to be disappointed if I appear with teeth marks on my face. What will the public think—ow!”

“Hehe, you’re so cute like this.”

“At least bite the other side to even it out,” Luka sighs and turns his head. 

“I knew you loved me.”

[kisses4kaia]

nobody does it better by carly simon but it’s the radiohead cover and it’s patrick… cw: DISGUSTING smut with this evil man, no less no more . im shameless.

a/n: so we all know the photo. and what ThePhoto did to me was… this! enjoy. 😌

the room is loud. there’re a million people you could be talking to, looking at. a hundred people you could sit in the corner and people watch, but his eyes are on you. and you cannot look away.

patrick zweig was a reoccurring character in your life. starting off as low-commitment boyfriend freshman year, turning to effervescent fuckbuddy you could never get far enough away from to become detached. you hated him, god, you hated the pull on you he had. the iron grip that steeled you right where you were across the room from him, eyes locked like a guarded palace onto his. good lord.

it truly takes the will of god to keep your feet planted where they are, forcing yourself to divert your eyes from him. but, never fear, he’s already moving towards you.

his towering presence is felt immediately as he stands in front of you, looking down into your eyes as if he can hear your heart pounding regardless of the blaring song around him.

“hey,” he says quietly, tone soft but gravelly, as if there wasn’t a sound barrier around the two of you that might keep you from hearing him. “what do you want, zweig?” your voice comes out more pointedly than you intended, but with the way your pulse is thrumming and your hands are shaking, you can hardly blame yourself.

looking at you with that look in his eye, the one that almost mocks you as to say ‘got ya’, he cranes his neck down to whisper in your ear. “what do you want?” and he knows.

patrick turns without another word, and before you can process what you’re doing, your feet are moving with him, as if a collar was wrapped around your neck, choking your senses, and the leash was hanging haphazardly from his hand.

his path leads you into a bathroom, small, no shower, with a buzzing, lagging light. his hands are on your waist as soon as you step through the door, pushing you against it. patrick doesn’t kiss you immediately, unusual for him. “i miss you,” he breathes out, nervously, and it is jarring.

patrick zweig is not nervous, ever. he was self sure and confident and a fucking dickwad who knew it and embraced it as part of his “charm”. “yeah? and how many girls have you said that to, hm? britney posted you on her story yesterday, patrick. last friday, it was ántonia. fuck you,” you spat out, the 3… maybe 4 vodka sours you indulged in half an hour ago making your head pound, or maybe it was his dior sauvage.

he sighs, looking away from you impatiently, but when his eyes lands back on you, his gaze is crazed. “fuck, they don’t matter to me. i don’t know their last names, i don’t know their little siblings, they don’t know my favorite band, and i don’t look them in the eye when i fuck them. shit, baby, it’s you, don’t you realize? always fucking you,”

oscar winning preformance, is what you want to say, but his exasperated exhale after the words come out, paired with the rihanna song dully thrumming behind the door, bass vibrating against the wood, you look between his eyes, down at his lips, and your eyes don’t travel again before you smash your mouth onto his.

never fucking again, you tell yourself as his lips move in desperate, hungry, almost disbelieving tandem with yours. this is the last time.

“do you have a boyfriend?” he breathes out between kisses as he unbuckles your belt and unbuttons your jeans, shimmying them off. “like that’d make you walk out right now,” you kiss him again, biting his lower lip. “fuck. no, fuck no, but if you do, i’m going to make you remember exactly why nobody does it better.”

patrick lifts you effortlessly and places you on the sink, pulling your sticky, lacy panties to the side, smirking that evil damn smirk at the fancy little bow at the top. “did you know i was gonna be here tonight?” he nibbles as your ear, bringing loving bites down your jugular to your shoulder.

“no, but i knew art would be.” your smile is devious as his eyes light up, not with jealousy, but with the same fire he gets when he realizes his opponent on the other side of the net is really playing with him, when they’re really playing fucking tennis.

patrick jerks himself once or twice, languidly, before sliding his cock into you. a hardly contained whine pulls from your voice, and your mouth drops into an ‘o’ at the stretch. he nearly has you in an embrace, the way he’s holding you closely against his chest, and his curls are begging to be pulled. you entwine your finger with the hair at the nape of his neck and tug with every sharp thrust into your leaking pussy.

“more, give me more, patrick, don’t hold back on me, asshole.” he doesn’t even respond, just obediently lifts you up every so slightly off the sink and moves you on and off of his cock, giving him a much wider range of motion. his dick is nearly completely out of you each time his hips snap back, but you’re moaning like a pornstar each time he’s in again.

his ability to hit that spot inside of you with near perfect accuracy every fucking time is expert, a skill that could only be acquired by someone so in tune with your pleasure—and if patrick zweig was nothing else, he was that.

“fuck, gonna, shit! gripping me so fucking tight, leaking all over my shit, baby. she miss me? huh, pretty? you miss me?” he was talking right through you, each word penetrating your deepest desires and fantasies. you hated how he knew you. you hated that you let him. but most of all, you hated how close you were to coming.

he keeps fucking you unforgivingly, whining and moaning like a whore all the while. “you still on that pill?” he asked, voice pitchy and annoying and sexy.

“no, insurance stopped covering it.” you say seriously, and you can’t keep your laughter in when his thrusts slow and he looks at you panicked. “i’m fucking with you, don’t stop,”

“you’re evil, you know that?” he says endearingly, playful as always, and it’s no more than a minute later that he’s coming inside you.

patrick never was a selfish lover, so it came as no surprise that after pulling his softening girth from you, not one, not two, but three of his finger were quickly pumping in and out of you, making him moan sluttishly at the way his own cum coated his fingers. his other hand made busy circling your clit with his thumb, fast and calculatedly.

he knew every button to push because he sewed them onto you, and so it was no surprise that with that special angling of his wrist, you were coming undone on his fingers in minutes.

it’s quiet for the next few minutes, you cleaning yourself up, patrick washing his hands, the both of you redressing in silence.

“so… same time tomorrow?” he smiles at you, pleased with himself and sure your answer will be affirmative.

you walk up to him, smile, kiss him tenderly on his lips, let your heels touch the ground again softly. “go fuck yourself, patrick.” your words are sharp but your tone is sickly sweet, and patrick recovers from his shock quickly, smirking stupidly.

“after that, i most definitely will be.”

[darnell-la]

Please I need more “drive-by sniffing” It’s so funny to me but also I’m into it

warnings: jealousy, hiding keys, sniff-by (drive by sniffing), lying, teasing, trapping, kissing, carrying, oral (fem receiving), etc.

note: perv!logan???? FUCKIN’ HELL.

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“They’re just a friend, Wade” y/n sighed as Wade kept complaining about where and why she was going. She was trying to find her keys and he knew for a fact he took them.

“Where are they, Wade? I told you I was leaving before I took a shower and now they’re off the kitchen counter so — Where are they!?” Y/n yelled at the man, making Logan choke on his beer.

“I don’t know, peanuts. Maybe it’s lost up your ass,” Wade shrugged as he got up and slipped his shoes on. “Shame on you for leaving mister I have no life and I hate everyone and everything, over there. Maybe you couldn’t take him on a date,”

“It’s not a date!” She yelled at the man, knowing this might be, but it was none of his business. “Yeah, sure it’s not, but since it’s so not a date, why not take Grandpa with you? He hasn’t seen the sun in a while,” Wade whispered.

Before y/n could say anything, he left, shutting the door hard and singing as he skipped down the hall, ready to go see Vanessa. “Dick shit,” said under her breath.

“Language, young lady,” Logan chuckled as he took a sip of his ninth beer. “Who are you? The god of prohibited language?” Y/n rolled her eyes at the man before she continued her search for her car keys.

“Lookin’ for these, bub?” Logan’s voice spoke after a few minutes of silence. She wanted to ignore him, but once she heard her keys jingle, her head snapped towards him.

“Bro, you had it the whole time!?” Y/n wanted to yell at the man, but he was Wade’s guest. Y/n only stayed here at times when it got too late for her to drive home. He’s somehow friends with her elders and he needed a “full-time babysitter for his dog” that he had just picked up and left with.

Her parents and grandparents insisted she didn’t help Deadpool and Dogpool. They were all big fans, but y/n wasn’t planning on working for him.

Wade had something behind what he was doing after y/n served him his food at bingo night. She was young but not too young, pretty, went to college, and was hard to deal with. Right up Logan’s alley, but did Wade tell him his secret evil plan? No.

“Yeah, because you’re lying,” Logan put the keys back in his pocket after she came over to him to take back what was hers. “What? Bro, give me my keys,” y/n was annoyed.

“You are going on a date, ain’t ya?” He asked. She could do all the washing she wanted, but he could still smell her. “No, for the love of god. Can you guys stop asking me that shit? It’s annoying!”

“Last time I checked, it only takes you ten minutes to shower, not thirty,” y/n was surprised he paid attention to her shower times. She’s only been in and out of Wade’s shared apartment for a couple of months.

“Your point is?” She asked, knowing he wasn’t dumb, but she hoped he’d give up. “I don’t know, you tell me,” he got up, now towering over her. Her neck ached from the sudden new angle she had to look at him.

“I can smell you, you know,” Logan admitted. “What do you mean?” She genuinely asked. “I can smell you leaking. It’s hard to miss when you smell like that every time you leave to meet up with your friends,”

She wanted to call out his perverted activities but had nothing to say. He was old, but she wasn’t a minor, so what could she say to make him feel uncomfortable for invading her privacy.

“How good is he? Seems like he fucks good if you’re soaked right before you leave,” Logan had y/n cornered on the wall. She didn’t know she was backing up that much until she had nowhere else to go.

“How about you let me meet him. Lemme watch how he fucks you so I can show you better,” his hot breath blew on her face. He was so close and intimidating. Where did all of this come from?

“Sometimes I can smell him on you. I hate it so much, you know why, bub?” Logan asked as his finger cupped her chin. Y/n softly shook her head. “Because I can do better,”

Before she knew it, his lips were all over her, barely letting her process before his tongue slipped into her mouth.

Usually, she found that nasty, hating the sloppy kisses, but this time — Fuck, it felt so nice.

Y/n kissed back, whines escaping her mouth as she now felt needy. She was already turned on, knowing she was going to meet her boy toy tonight, but Logan seemed better. He was always the better choice.

“Greedy slut,” the man spat, sounding angry, but she knew that’s how they talked when they were turned on. She could feel his hard on through his jeans. He was grinding up and down her body like a pole.

“Always leavin’ to fuck another man, like I’m not here, baby. I don’t like that disrespect,” Logan pulled the girl off of the wall and now carried her to his room that they sometimes shared.

Wade’s apartment is a two-bedroom, so if she slept over, she’d sleep on Logan’s bed, and he’d sleep on the small couch in the room.

He would be lying if he said he didn’t sleep better when she was right across from him. He’d also be lying if he said he would switch the sheets because he loved her smell.

He never did anything like this back where he was, but something after that fight made him switch. He was turning into a small pervert for a young lady in who’s barely the legal drinking age.

“Smellin’ like candy,” Logan sniffed, loving the new lotion she had bought a few days ago. “Gonna go through all that work when I take you on a date?” He asked as he slowly took the girl's clothes off. “Maybe,” she shyly said, surprised he wasn’t thinking about this as a one-night stand.

“Doesn’t matter, bub — Ima still eat that pussy till you cry,” he said as he spread the girl's legs. She felt so smooth. She was ready for him, not that dickhead she was getting ready to meet.

Logan slowly slicked up the girl's slit, taking in how close he is to her smell. All the days of smelling her getting ready for another man, just for her to get pulled back for him.

“Bet this cunts sweet,” the man said before diving in for a few seconds. Her mom got stuck in her throat. That was amazing, and he had more.

“Sure fuckin’ is,” Logan quickly went back in, arms wrapping around and thighs to pull her into his face. He wanted to suffocate in between her thighs.

[fairlyang]

thinking about breeding and mig being such a tease

cw: unprotected sex, choking, breeding, teasing, freaky frogs

his hands were gripping your hips, thrusting faster than before, not only getting more impatient but closer to the edge.

he had been waiting too fucking long and he couldn’t wait for another second.

he started thrusting harder into you, his hands now outstretched on the bed by your sides while he lowered his body down. you could feel his breath by your ear as well as him twitching inside you.

you turn your head to look behind you and seeing him, face flushed and pieces of his hair flying with his every movement, "don't you dare cum inside me-“

he only scoffs and a smirk appears on his face, "you sure you don't want me to?"

he stopped, a chuckle leaving his lips as he watched you pout. he was as deep as he could go but he wasn’t moving so you rolled your hips into his, needing that pleasure.

fortunately for you, he wasn’t an evil man, just a dirty one so he went back to his last pace.

you moan and lay your head on your pillow, feeling his hands lightly touch your sides. this time he wasn’t stopping and let the sweet (dirty) nothings come out.

“you really sure?”

“you love when I breed you.”

“usually such a dirty girl.. you’d be begging for it..”

You whimpered into your pillow, feeling yourself clench against him while he pounded into you like there was no tomorrow. you looked behind you again, looking into his eyes and trying your hardest to sound truthful, "y-yeah I don't want you to- d-don't do it-“

"then how come your pussy is gripping me like you do want me to?" he teased, making you whimper yet again.

"shut up." you cried out, your eyes rolling back as he laughed, “that’s what I thought.”

“now tell me the truth baby, what do you want?” He hums and you fight back an eye roll.

you wanted to be stubborn. you wanted to fight it but in reality you knew that you both needed it. and have been craving it even more than usual.

it was like a game, or more like a ritual.

and you’d always play along.

“I hate you.” you mutter making him grin, “oh I’m sure you do.”

“tell me, you want me to fill you up again? need every drop inside you?” he coos and goes faster.

“n-no-“ you mumble, ignoring his words as best you could.

“you’re so annoying.” you complain, making him moan, “don’t say things like that baby, you’ll make me come faster.”

that got you.

your walls squeezed him like a vice and a beautiful mix of a moan and cry slipped out of your lips. he groaned and kept his pace the exact same — knowing exactly what you needed.

he lowered his body down, one hand on your left breast, lightly squeezing and the right going to your throat. with his hand now in its rightful place around your throat, he was able to lean his head against yours, kissing your cheek and whispering, “tell me how bad you need it baby.”

another whimper left your mouth and you looked at him with those cute fucked out eyes — your stare alone nearly enough to drive him over the edge, “please- please give it to me. f-fuck I need it so bad.”

“there you go baby, good fucking girl.” he murmurs and you felt yourself getting closer.

he loosened his hand on your throat a bit so you could say whatever you wanted to without fail. with every flying second his orgasm was just building up and he needed that release.

“fucking shit- baby please, please, please come inside me- please!” you plead making him groan.

hearing your sweet pleads and seeing your reactions drove him insane and far more feral than you imagined. the hand on your throat went back to gently squeezing and your eyes began to flutter, “taking it so good baby.”

you whined and nodding, not able to think or say anything. too out of it already.

after taking notice of this, miguel let out his final groans and he spilled his load inside you. his moans and thrusts didn’t stop so you were able to come around him and feel him pump you full. your hands went to his arm, squeezing as he let it go and pressed his lips to yours.

he kissed you softly, not wanting to give you something so overbearing after your orgasm. you were both out of breath so it was really just cute pecks while you both calmed down together.

he slowly slipped himself out of you and rolled over, laying down next to you. he opened up his arms and you moved up to lay on top of him.

he wrapped his arms around you, giving your head kisses, and running a hand up and down your back. you felt your heartbeat was now normal so you just made yourself comfortable and completely ignoring the mess that was spilling out of you.

this was the usual routine.

pretend you don’t like the breeding just to make each other cum harder. the teasing was always a plus and he’d always make sure you got what you wanted.

[blackbirdsblackberries]

"I hate the new hero" is such a brilliant fic idea! I absolutely devoured it. 

 

Especially if we throw in some angst into it. *evil laugh*

Like, what if the harassment was too much that it affected the reader’s other life?

What was at first a way for her to hide her superhero identity.. had now made her doubt her vigilante work?

 

I know the BatBoys won’t act as low to actually physically harass who they thought was a civilian student, no matter how much they hate it, but they’ll definitely make their life worse. Online harassment, endless accusations, fake rumours that caused the reader to be hated by the entire school. 

 

Until one day you had enough. As much as reader love Gotham, wanting to protect it. But you were only a student now.. a teenage with a future to strive for, a future Gotham Academy could no longer provide you. 

 

‘Are these people the ones I risk my life every night for..?’

‘What was the point..’

All kinds of self deprecating dark thoughts swirl inside the mind of the teenage girl. 

 

After some thought, you decided. 

 

“I’m leaving Gotham,” Aranea announces, sharp eyes looking down the streets of the city from the high rooftop. 

 

Red Robin almost lost his cool, a cold shudder went through him at the horrifying revelation. It was so sudden, why are you leaving? Leaving Gotham? Leaving them? Leaving him?

 

His brilliant mind moved at an almost inhuman speed, creating hundreds of possibilities for why you would come to that decision.

 

But he just doesn’t understand. “Why?” He finally let out, his voice so low he was worried you didn’t catch it. 

 

But you did. “I have my reasons.” You sigh, your brows furrowing in distress.

 

Oh, how Tim wished he could kiss your worries away. It kills him to see you so troubled.

 

“Why? Is something wrong?” He urged, his tone sounding desperate. “I swear if Red Hood did something—“

 

“No,” You shook your head, “Nothing’s wrong. At least not with you guys.”

 

“Then what is it?” He eyes you, trying to read you. “Is it your day life? Your life behind the mask?”

 

You didn’t answer, avoiding his gaze. You were too quiet, it was such a strange sight. Your eyes held a certain sadness, your smile gone. It’s killing him.  

 

Your silence gave him all the answers he needed. “Then tell me, tell me who you are. Let us help you.” He begs; he knows he’ll do anything you ask him to, and he knows his family would do the same. 

 

“You know we can’t do that.” You shook your head. 

 

Damn, this is getting too long. Haha.. I’ll stop. But yeah. It’s a brilliant idea. 

 

Imagine how crazy he’ll react if he knew that he was the cause of your worries. He was the one who hurt you. The angst will be delicious. 

STOP YOU'RE ACTUALLY READING MY MIND!!

Not to spoil too much but in future chapters Reader will start to doubt themselves and cracks will show.

Reader may also look elsewhere for places to save. After all, Gotham already has so many heroes, what's one gone?

But they can't let the optimistic sweetheart of a hero go now, can they? You know what they say, you can take the man out of the city but not the city out the man...

Who said that?! 😮‍💨

And for the third paragraph, I absolutely agree! They wouldn't stoop so low as to actually assault Reader. But that doesn't mean they can't misuse the power they have over Gotham (both in their vigilante life and real life).

Though if I were to say one name that I think would get slightly physical (passive aggressively) I would have to say Dick.

Dick is such an emotionally complex character. Damian has learnt from his past and knows better thanks to Bruce, Bruce wouldn't risk anything and would instead just verbally cause harm, Jason doesn't actually resort to violence a lot - he yells, he punches walls, etc but he has never actually hit someone without proper reason/justification, Tim is above violence while a civilian.

The way Dick would do it would be so casual though - a hug too tight, a handshake that "accidentally" breaks a finger, a hard "pat" on the back that makes you spit out whatever you're eating/drinking, small things that don't seem like much.

I also want to state that the Reader is very complex as well with how I write them. Their true personality is cautious, ambitious, kind, sarcastic, kinda cold and loyal but they either display one part too much or too little - kind, loyal and ambitious during hero work is up to 100 while cautious, sarcastic, cold is hidden at 30. Whereas while a civilian they show caution, coldness, sarcasm at 100 with loyalty, kindness and ambition down to 30-40.

I won't say much more though, again Reader is you guys so their "true" personality is up to you - this is just how they're perceived by people.

[ririright]

“Chaos and Kisses: The Cheeky Wife Chronicles”

Husband! Hayden x Wife Reader (Headcannons)

Pt.1 — Pt.2 — Pt.3

❤︎ You send him flirty selfies while he’s on the tractor.

He’s trying to mow the field or plow snow like a responsible adult.

Then his phone buzzes.

It’s a picture of you biting your lip in his flannel.

He immediately veers off-course.

“Y’know I could’ve flipped the Bobcat, right? This is a farm safety violation!”

(He still saves the picture.)

❤︎ You “accidentally” grope him when you pretend to need help reaching something.

You: “Hayden, can you grab that pan from the top shelf?”

As he stretches, you “brace yourself” on his hips, and your hands just happen to grab a little.

He freezes.

“You’re doing this on purpose.”

And then he grabs you back.

❤︎ You fake being cold just so he’ll wrap himself around you.

He sees right through it, every time.

“You were just fine two minutes ago.”

You: “I’m shivering now.”

He sighs dramatically, throws his flannel over you, and pulls you into his lap with a grumble.

“You’re lucky I’m soft for you.”

❤︎ You slap his chest and make sound effects like he’s a Star Wars droid.

Full dramatic “BOOP!” every time you pass by.

“Stop—babe—I’m not a protocol unit—”

Then he starts doing it back. You’ve created a monster.

❤︎ You hide his favorite chocolate bar and make him “earn” it.

“You want it? Say something sexy.”

“Y/N. Please. That’s the last piece of brownie truffle. This is evil.”

He ends up chasing you around the kitchen, pinning you against the fridge, and whispering the filthiest thing he can think of just to win.

❤︎ You lick his neck just to watch him freak out.

No warning. No reason. Just a slow lick from collarbone to jaw while he’s talking.

He jumps like he’s been electrocuted.

“WHAT was THAT?”

“You taste like cinnamon.”

His brain completely breaks. He walks into a door five minutes later.

❤︎ You tuck notes into his overalls with little dirty messages.

He finds them hours later while feeding goats.

Reads “Can’t wait to take these off you later” while Hard-Case the goat tries to eat the corner.

He’s red-faced and flustered for the rest of the day.

❤︎ You text him from the other room saying “No panties.”

He’s literally just trying to feed the rabbits.

Stops. Blinks. Looks around like he’s being punked.

Sprints into the house like a man on a mission.

❤︎ You tease him in front of the animals like they’re witnesses.

“Hayden’s got the best butt on this whole farm, huh girls?” you say to the chickens.

He groans. “Can you not flirt with me in front of the ducks?”

The ducks quack in full agreement.

He blushes and mutters, “I hate it here. I love you. But I hate it here.”