#insert character

[voidofthevoidmv]

I made a fun animation for no reason cuz it was a vibe ig- It’s not for any people or characters specifically but it’s cute either way lol

[cantstops1mping]

Thinking of someone stalking me for days now; watching my every move. Watching me eat. Watching me do all my chores like a good girl. Watching me naked in the shower, like some slut. Watching me change so I could go out with my friends. Watching me in my friend's car going to a bar. Watching me come home drunk sliding into my bed. Watching me masturbate at night without their permission like a dumb little brat who needs to be punished. 

Them sliding in through the window that I stupidly left open. Muttering curses under their breath at my dumb little self for not closing the window. Them slowly peeling my panties off and shoving two fingers in my tight hole, careful to not wake me. Slowly prepping me to take their big cock. Them slowly shoving themselves into me. Getting faster and faster as they reach their high; not caring if I wake up or not. Them watching me moan and writhe in my sleep as they assault my body. Them leaving me a mess under my covers. 

Them watching me sleep before they slip out the window.

Them watching me the next day write this.

© cantstops1mping 2024; please do not copy, steal, repost, modify, translate, or recommend on any other platform without giving me credit or without my permission!

[aespecte]

guys guys GUYS !! i have two long-ish story ideas, but idk who i wanna write them for 🤔 ill tell u the titles and plot and you lmk who you immediately think of 😻😻 im writing this at 3am lmk if my grammar is incorrect 😭😭

minors dni, smut and dark content below dni if uncomfortable, more specific tags will be added above each description

that time you stole my heart

tw: gore, kidnapping, organ trafficking, blood, death, mafia

you’re on a vacation with your happy-go-lucky family off the coast of sicily, your hopes to find a cheaper sightseeing ship turns into literal kidnapping by the mafia. you watch in horror as your mother, father and bratty little brother get their organs torn apart, right out of their bloody, shivering bodies. as for luxuries such as anaesthesia? please, it’s the mafia you’re dealing with ! whether your family died because of shock, pain, or having their organs ripped out? you’ll never know. because the second you’re about to suffer the same gruesome fate, the mafia henchmen are interrupted by their (shockingly handsome) superior, the heir of the mafia sector, who takes an immediate liking to you. “this is some major luck i’m having !” you think to yourself, but is it really luck? or something even worse?

will contain 18+ scenarios !!

my job… or my girlfriend?

professor- student relationship, reader is above 18 (university student)

you’re a freshman, newly enrolled at a local university, aspiring to be a journalist at an overseas media press. it’s to your absolute surprise when a journalist hailing from that very same press joins your school, teaching your class. you’re ecstatic ! you look up to him, even going out of your way to bring him coffee every morning, asking him how his day was etc… everything’s going well ! your professor is teaching you information that you never even thought about, even emailing you to answer your questions out of office hours ! until you find your gaze on him a bit more… lingering, you start imagining how he would look under his shirt, which, let’s be real, leaves nothing to the imagination, his biceps are pulling at the fabric of his sleeves, pecs practically ripping the buttons off his shirt, he notices it too, your eyes never leaving him, he knows it’s wrong, thinking about a student like that, but will he keep up his gentlemanly demeanour? or will he reveal something more primally… carnal?

18+ scenarios included !

lmk if i missed any tags/ tws 🥹 and lmk who you thought of while reading this !!! askbox/comments is okay ! btw my askbox is open 😼😼

[wreakhavic]

I want Aizen to call me "Poor thing"

*bites lip*

[state-of-franklin]

No sir I don’t need him sexually I need him to rip my innards out with his teeth and eat them in front of me

[harmonyludwig]

Angel: "I'm sorry, but... You are going to Hell."

A freshly dead person (insert character) : "No! I can't... I... I can't! Please! What did I do wrong?!"

"Well, I can only tell you the biggest of your sins, the rest you will find out yourself down there..."

"Please do!"

"You, as your biography states, are gay."

"Oh, well I- wait what?"

"You're gay, I'm afraid"

"... And that's it?"

"Pardon me?"

"My biggest accomplishment is that I'm gay?"

"I am afraid- what?"

"I HAVE KILLED 16 PEOPLE"

"Please calm -"

"I HAVE SLEPT WITH COUNTLESS RICH FUCKS FOR THEIR MONEY AFTER WHICH KILLED THEM"

"Can you -"

"I HAVE STOLEN FROM BANKS AND CORRUPTED THE GOVERNMENT FOR MY WHOLE LIFE JUST BECAUSE MY NAN WAS SUPPOSED TO GET MORE PENSION "

"You did what-"

"AND YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT THE ONLY THING THAT COUNTS IS THAT IM GAY?!"

"..."

"I can't believe it! I was going to do a comedic skit here while you were reading out my wrongdoings, and you just tell me, that I am going to the same place as my late Nan, the most angelic person Earth has seen, for the same fucking reason?"

"Well, you also ate shrimp, and..."

"I EVER LOVED ONLY ONE PERSON FOR LIKE A MONTH, AND SHRIMP I ATE ONCE WHILE DINING OUT, AND YOU DARE TO COUNT THAT ABOVE MY ACCOMPLISHMENT S"

"I don't make the rules, I'm sorry. And please do not call your sins your 'accomplishment'"

"FOR FU - Wait, so everything in the Bible that says it is a sin, is a sin?"

"Well, yeah. Why do you think we have you the book?"

"2 fabric clothes?"

"Yep"

"HAH! Sign me up, I got business with someone down there..."

[this-orange-anon024]

Characters as Scenario 🍿 (part #1)

Where YOU 🫵 can decide who's likely is (#1) & (#2)

Can we please go to bed? 😮‍💨

But I want ice cream. 🥺

It's midnight! We can't get ice cream right now. 🙄

But I want ice cream. 😔

I'm not getting you ice cream. 😤

....

(( at store ))

I hate you so much. 😑

Come on! 🥰

Pfft-fuck. 😆

You want cake? 😊

I want sleep. 😞

I think you want cake 😌

Heh-nohoo! 🤣

[v1x3n]

innocent virgin reader this, sweet virgin reader that

how about virgin reader whos far from innocent, you probably know more about sex than toji - just no hands on experience. you are the filthiest person on earth!! you have a sex drive that flys off the charts, constantly rubbing at your poor hole, pinching your clit and nipples.

you're also far from sweet, you're crude and cruel. that's why toji was so drawn to you. when he discovered you were a virgin, he couldn't believe it honestly. he didn't ask any questions, didn't care. he just knew he had to have you.

he expected you to be shy during your first time, but no, you were a filthy fucking mess.

sprawled out beneath him, his tip entering your tight cunt. you moan loud, meeting his eyes. toji groaned out, a strained, growl. your eyes lock with his, direct eye contact as he shoves his dick further into you. deep breaths swarm the sticky room.

the pace picks up, you had complained it wasn't fast enough so fuck, he would show you. you're gripping tight onto the bedsheets, spurting everywhere as drool runs out from your lips. he thrusts into you with a fury, stretching your virgin hole in a harsh way. but you loved it. you open your mouth and he spits into it. you swallow instantly, he didn't even need to tell you. toji frees a hand and lowers himself onto you, trapping you with his body and his heat. your body smushed by his larger one, his free hand runs a thumb over your cheek.

you grin at him. "that all you got?" you challenge, smirk plastered over your satified expression. and just as those wods utter out, a slap is brought to your cheek. well ,fuck.

you cum right there, cream ringing around his dick as you clench like a fist around him. he groans out and his breath stutters. hips copying his lungs and stuttering too.

toji lets out a hot load, deep inside of you. his body twitching and shaking as if it was his first time. he had expected you to be the same, fucked out, passed out possibly, from the intense orgasm you just had. but no, you were smiling sweetly at him, "round two?"

[scftangl]

Me, getting distracted for a moment in just in smut and now I don't know what position they are in:

[scurvyboy]

au where fiddleford decided to start forgiving and stop forgetting way earlier in his life and is just a cool guy that is bad at hiding the fact that he knows things

[cloudedcreams]

(nsfw) thinking of a yandere who is entranced by the idea of you taking his virginity from him.

he saved it all for you, he said. he told you that he’d forced away all his unclean thoughts, put himself in the shoes of the pure in hopes that it’ll unleash such passion, some emotion and such longing between the intimate moment he wishes to share with you.

he groans against your lips, slightly grinding his hips as he does so. he leaves you wet, open mouthed kisses and he trails them from your cheek to your neck, sucking at the skin as he fondles your chest.

“you’ve got such pretty nips.” he pants, before swirling his tongue around them, sucking them as he used his hands to undress the two of you. he bucked his hips against you the moment the two of you were unclothed, moans pouring from his lips until the moment he sheathed himself inside of you.

he thrust himself inside of you wildly, grabbing your hips with sweaty palms as he lightly moved them to match his rhythm. you tangled your fingers through your haired and he breathed your name out, shaking as he did so.

“ohhh fuck yeah baby. s-say my name like that again, p-please fucking… mmh” he pleads. he places another kiss against your lips, hurried and passionate, messy with the ecstasy that he’s feeling, and even after he’s released himself inside of you with desperate and crying whimpers of your name, he keeps his length inside of you, humming against your ear as he whispers praises on repeat.

[wreakhavic]

Can you guys tell me in what situation Aizen would call you "Poor thing"?

I will start:

I spilled all my ibuprofen on the ground in front of Aizen in the lunchroom. He takes my chin up, leans in and whispers: "Poor thing".

[bananastarlo]

Warning: NSFW!

Thinking about nerdy yandere who is more than willing to help you study for your next exam. You invite him over since you think he’ll be easy to take advantage of. After all, his shy demeanor and nerdy interests don’t faze you at all.

What you don’t expect is how easily his patience snaps.

“Please, try to at least follow what I’m saying — are you even listening?”

Now he’s inside of you, trying to at least get you to do something right.

“That’s wrong,” he grunts, slowing his pace and abandoning your pussy as you whimper and tremble in need. “Come on, baby, just like I taught you.”

You grind yourself against him, mind foggy from how many times he’s denied your orgasm when you didn’t know the answer to his stupid questions.

As you stutter out the answer he’s waiting for, he captures your lips in a sloppy kiss, shoving his tongue into your throat and igniting a burning ache in your tummy, the pool of arousal beneath you only growing.

And without warning, you feel his throbbing dick pumping back into you, filling you up perfectly as he begins to mercilessly pound into you. His sweaty body slaps against your own, combined with his loud moans, filling the room with the lewdest and most erotic sounds you’ve ever heard in your life.

“Tell me what you need. Tell me you need me, that you won’t ever need another man because I can make you feel so good. Ugh, f-fuck!”

His voice cracks as his eyes roll back, forehead glistening with sweat. He feels your cunt clench around him as you come undone under him, body shivering, waiting for him to cum too.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, feeling his own orgasm approaching at the sight of you completely disheveled.

You’re already overstimulated by the time he thrusts deep inside of you for the last time.

You can’t think straight anymore, but he makes sure to push his thick, heavy load inside you. When he finally pulls out and you’re still dripping, he drops to his knees in front of you, licking and cleaning up the mess you two made. You gasp. Looking down, seeing him like this, gazing up at you with that hunger in his eyes, makes you mewl in feverish delight.

“Look at you… being so obedient after all. You liked that, hm?”

All you can do is lazily nod, earning a cocky grin.

“Next time I visit,” he breathes against your skin, “you better have all the answers ready — so I can make you feel even better, yeah?”

[wonubby]

katsuki bakugo keeps his relationship a secret, not ‘cause he’s embarrassed or anything. nah, he actually thinks his girl is the best thing to ever exist, straight-up worships the ground she walks on. but sneaking around? now that’s the fun part. the stolen kisses in empty classrooms, the quick but intense eye contact when they’re with their friends, the casual little touches, a high five that lasts too long, a sneaky hand squeeze just ‘cause he can.

but when everyone finally finds out? yeah, he’s done pretending. bakugo makes it so obvious. he’s always got flowers for her, keeps her fave snacks on him at all times, kisses her slow and soft before every challenge, promising he’ll come back in one piece. ‘cause now that the world knows? He wants them to get one thing straight - she’s his, and he’s hers, and he’s never letting anyone forget it.

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: break-up, angst, hung-up yandere, anger issues, insecurity, threats to regrets

♡ GN reader

Thinking about pro-athlete ex-boyfriend… 

You know, the one you broke up with because he couldn't focus on anything but his career, the one you just couldn’t stand by and watch any longer as he nearly ran his health into the ground—not to mention your relationship—all to reach his goals.

He’d been so mean—meaner than you ever thought possible when you told him you couldn’t do this anymore—said it was a real class act of you to abandon him now when it mattered most. He’d made it about you not wanting a pipe-dreaming wannabe sportsman for a boyfriend, how you never believed in him anyway, how you never cheered for him, how he thinks you don’t even want to see him succeed. 

He’d been so loud and so ugly you’d been in shock for weeks afterward, unable to wrap your head around it. You didn’t even dare tell anyone—feeling it was a beast of burden you ought to keep for yourself. Oddly enough, you felt that if anyone knew or saw him like that, it would be not just detrimental to him and his image but embarrassing for you both.

And you hadn't spoken to him since. At least not face-to-face. He’d sent you a few drunk texts then and there, which you’d replied to in short, though mostly ignored. You’d thought about blocking him at one point, but you didn’t want to be dramatic, either. And suppose, in some way, you were still waiting for an apology.

But months passed, and nothing like it ever came, and so, instead of being bitter, you accepted that was just how the two of you ended. And that was that. 

Still, it's a little awkward. You wonder if you should congratulate him on his rise in popularity, how he’s finally getting all those long hours spent training back in full—but somehow, you feel it would just sound petty coming from you. And so, you don’t bother.

He’s got other people in his life cheering him on now—he doesn’t need a measly text from his ex. No, it's better to leave it be, is what you think.

Which is why it’s surprising when you get the dinner invitation. 

And following the initial surprise, you don’t really know what to expect of it either. But you end up accepting—some part out of curiosity, wondering what he might want after all this time, and another part hopeful it was to finally address the awful break up so that the both of you could move on without it hanging heavy over your heads and hearts.

This, however, was the last thing you had in mind when sitting down with him for the first time in a long time.

“Will you marry me?”

Your whole body flares up with something reminiscent of the feeling when you trip and fall—that type of split burn that rushes through you from head to toe and then leaves you feeling cold all over. Heart in your throat, you’re speechless.

Or no, you just don’t know where to begin.

“What are you doing?” you end up accusing—a little too harshly, maybe, but who could blame you? Looking around, you’re glad your table’s in a more private sector of the restaurant before you look back at him, eyes wide and brows knit. 

“I–we broke up a year ago and haven’t seen each other since—and you’re—” Your eyes fall back to the thing in his hands. It’s an outrageous ring. “Asking me to marry you?”

He makes no move to withdraw the offer—keeping his hands where they are, on your side of the table. “You said yes to the dinner. That must mean something. I thought—”

“Yeah. It means that I still worry about you,” you say. “It doesn't mean–”

“I fought my way up. I’m finally at the top,” he cuts you off in earnest. “I’m the best, and the world finally knows it now–”

“I don't care about any of that,” you state, feeling it should have been something you told him from the very beginning. “I'm sorry. But I never cared about you being the best. I just wanted…”

You just wanted the two of you to be like other couples—together and happy. You just wanted that to be enough, but it never was for him.

“Never mind…” you end up saying. “I think I should go.”

You’re about to get up when his hand, suddenly around your wrist, tightens in a harsh grip.

“I don't think you understand,” he utters, voice lowered with a hint of a growl. “It’s either this ring or I bury you in rumors that won’t leave you a moment’s worth of peace.” 

You go stiff while looking back at him.

Did he just… did he just threaten you?

You blink. He's got that same warped expression you remember from the last time you saw him, that very odd look as if the guy you know has been switched out with someone entirely different.

Only this time, it just as quickly disappears, and he lets go of your wrist, quickly pulling his hand to himself.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that–I’m just—” he apologizes with a stutter, looking startled.

He puts his face in his hands. Then there's a sound—close to a sob.

“I’m just a mess without you.”

Goosebumps rise on the surface of your skin when hearing it. And swallowing thickly, you sit back down again, albeit a bit begrudgingly. But spotting how he trembles, you just can’t stop feeling sorry for him.

You sigh. “No, you’re not. You just…” Reaching across the table, you stroke his arm. “You just lose your head a little sometimes, that’s all.” 

He peaks up from his hands. A sheen under his eyes reflects the ceiling light, and your heart twists in your chest.

He really is a mess.

“But I know you…” you try smiling. “You were always destined for greatness.”

He takes your offered hand in his, stroking it, then sniffs, voice fluttering weakly, “Yeah, well…”

He keeps his head low, resting it in his other hand as if he just couldn't muster the strength to sit straight or even attempt to pull himself together.

“If I'm so great, why wouldn’t you stay?”

He sounds as if he’s been holding things back for the entirety of the year since you left. Broken now... it's all spilling out.

“Because," you start, even though your throat’s tight and you’re fighting back tears of your own, your mind hasn’t changed.

You didn’t come here to get back together. 

"You want to go places, I just can’t follow.”

♡ BNHA – Bakugou, Dabi, Hawks, Enji ♡ JJK – Sukuna, Geto, Gojo, Naoya ♡ HQ – Kageyama, Oikawa, Sakusa, Miya twins ♡ CSM – Aki ♡ BLLK – Reo, Isagi, Rin, Sae, Yukimiya, Karasu, Shido ♡ AOT – Eren ♡ DS – Akaza, Sanemi ♡ WB – Sakura, Suo, Kaji

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