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mayhemories · 2 years

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Hi! Can I request a continuation of Teacher's Pet if you're okay doing it? reader takes the kids on a field trip to see whatever animal/cool thing in the rainforest (up to you) Neteyam and a couple warriors volunteer as chaperones to protect you and the kiddos for safety. He volunteered cuz duty but also saw this as a opportunity to get closer to reader 😈 During the field trip he notices one of the warriors try to flirt with Reader. Neteyam is SO jealous about this.

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Teacher's Pet Pt. 2

Anon when I saw this request I nearly passed out bc I thought I had accidentally leaked a part of the plot to this chapter. Wtf great minds think alike <3 hope my vision was satisfying for you!! I'm incredibly anxious about this one not being as good as the first one.

Don’t attack me because this part took so long. I was travelling between continents, have two assignments due and writing multiple works at once 🫡 trying my absolute best here. Some of my tags are working and some are broken! I’m so sorry if you asked to be tagged and it did not work for you - it was not on purpose.

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Pairing: Neteyam Sully x Reader (James Cameron’s Avatar)

Requested: Yes | No

Warnings: Swearing. Reader is slightly harassed/made uncomfortable by a male character (Neteyam doesn’t let it last for long). Neteyam is an adult with adult thoughts, Reader is an adult with adult thoughts, albeit a little innocent (just in her nature).

Words: 3.2k

Author’s Notes: Direct continuation of Teacher’s Pet, you can find part one here ←

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It had been a week since dinner with the Sully’s, with your favourite student and her incredibly, incredibly attractive brother.

Neteyam.

His name has been running around your mind, stretching and weaving its way around every thought like a songchord every moment since you left his family home. You could not help but feel ashamed at the thoughts your mind had conjured regarding the warrior, regarding his hands and lips and strong arms. A blush broke out across your face, recollecting the private crevasses of your own mind, feeling as though everyone around you could see, could hear, what you dreamed of.

“y/n!” Neteyam yelled out to you before he could stop himself. He had just come home from rounds, and his visceral yearning for you could not be halted, if he did not see you immediately he probably would’ve ripped the entire village apart until your figure appeared. And how Eywa had blessed him with seeing your face straight away.

You spun, facing him, looking almost shocked that he had found you in the bustle of the afternoon. And, to his delight, he could’ve sworn that a light smile graced your beautiful face, in addition to a light, fading blush.

“Neteyam,” Your voice was so beautiful, so, so, so beautiful. Like a song Neteyam never grew sick of. “Can I help you with something?” You asked, gently. Head slightly cocked. Neteyam couldn’t help himself, his body reacting without his brain, his arm reaching for your own, resting it just above your elbow.

Your entire body felt like it had been set alight. Neteyam’s light grip on your arm made you feel numb, made you feel like you were floating. And how, how, were you supposed to listen, to comprehend anything he said to you?

“No, no, but I was uh-” Neteyam stuttured, he hated how unsure he was around you, how nervous you made him. “I was wondering if I could help you.” He finished.

Yes. Yes, he could. He could help you in so many ways that you wished you could voice to him.

“How so?” You tried to remain professional, remain calm. But Neteyam still hadn’t removed his damn hand and all you could think about was how you wanted his hands. Both of them. Everywhere.

Neteyam let out a nervous chuckle, his hand retreating from your arm, finding its home at the back of his neck. Something that you had clocked as a nervous tick, though you could never work out why someone like Neteyam, a handsome, strong and mighty warrior was nervous talking to you, a simple teacher.

“Tuk let it slip that you and the kids plan to visit the syaksyuk tomorrow,” Neteyam felt his cheeks start to burn. He felt like slapping himself in the face, he needed to wake up, needed to collect himself. His father and brother would laugh at him for this interaction, he knew it. “To go that far into the jungle, alone, looking after twenty-something kids is dangerous.”

You looked down at your feet, and Neteyam felt guilty, felt like he was scolding you. God, he wasn’t much better than his father.

Your mind was wheeling. You and the kids. You and the kids. You knew, realistically what Neteyam had been referring to. Was it so wrong to wish for him to mean something else by it, though? You and our kids. That was what your heart longed to hear one day.

“Would you chaperone us, Neteyam?” You asked sweetly. You tried to catch his strong eyeline, and when you did you felt the warm, flowing feeling pool in your chest. Looking at him was like taking your first breath after emerging from a pond, being around him was like feeling warmth after your marrow had been frozen. He made you feel so, so very alive. Alive and incandescent and important.

Maybe, maybe it was incredibly selfish of you that you used your students as a front, used his sister as an excuse to see him. But you chased that feeling, you sought out his defiblirating presence.

Neteyam felt like he was flying, felt like he was dying. Like he had flown too close to a tree and his actions had finally caught up to him. And here you were, offering him everything he has ever wanted, so simply, like it was nothing at all. Fuck, he loved you for it.

You made a reach for him, your own hand mirroring the placement he had on you only moments ago, desperate for that blood-pumping high.

“Only if you’re not busy of course-”

“Of course. It would be my pleasure-”

Neteyam and yourself had spoken at the same time. Two bashful morons who could obviously not contain themselves in eachothers presence. Well, thats what it felt like to Neteyam, anyway. Despite the fact that you were the most intelligent Na’vi he had anything to do with.

“I can bring a couple of hunters, if you’d like.” Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Why would he do that? Neteyam can’t help run his dumbass mouth, he had secured the situation and fumbled it within seconds. All he wanted was to have more moments with you, alone. Or alone as one can get with a gaggle of children at your feet.

Not that Neteyam minded seeing a bunch of children at your feet.

And just like that, that beautiful blooming, romanticism errurpted in your chest, it died. You felt naive, you thought that Neteyam was angling at a moment, somewhat, alone. But him being the perfect, golden man that he was, cared genuinely about your safety. Cared about your class’ safety. Eywa damn it, his sister’s safety. All over again, you felt yourself running amock in your own thoughts. Was it not incredibly kind that he would give up his time to chaperone you and your class? He would only offer if he cared. You did not stop the love that unfurled in your chest.

“Thank you, Neteyam.” You offered the man a smile, hoping he would sense your genuine excitement. “That’s extremely generous of you, I know how short on free time you are.”

Neteyam was so, so happy. He felt like crying. He just doesn’t understand how you do it. Neteyam, as if being controlled, like a ghost in his shell, let his hand find yours that laid still on his arm, covering your hand.

Everything was so effortless with you, so right. He did not just feel acknowledged or witnessed. But perceived, you saw him. Neteyam knew he was projecting. All he did know, though, was that he saw you. All he could wish for was that maybe, Eywa willing, you would see him too.

Lo’ak was getting increasingly more pissed off. Watching Neteyam pussyfoot around you was painful. At first, it was hilarious. So hilarious that even his Dad got in on it. Jake found himself leaning against a support beam, Lo’ak a hairsbreadth away from him. The two of them watching his eldest son, watching his baby boy absolutely make a fool of himself.

“I don’t know how much more of this I can take, Lo’ak.” Jake laughed lightly, shaking his head. Lo’ak had heard that sentence alot, usually in regard to his behaviour, but this time it was his father laughing at his older brother and Lo’ak was incredibly thankful he wasn’t on the end of it this time.

“It’s embarassing.” Lo’ak agreed.

Jake sighed. He didn’t realise how much Neteyam lacked in confidence. In the back of his mind, in the deep, dark part that Jake kept hidden, he couldn’t help to wonder if it was his fault that his eldest struggled to express himself.

“Neteyam!”

Immediately your hand flew to your side, a blush exploded across your face and ears, you did not know why you were embarrassed that Jake Sully had caught you and Neteyam out- you were doing nothing wrong, anyway.

But Neteyam’s mirroring blush said otherwise.

“Time for dinner, boy!” As quick as he announced his presence from a few tents away, Toruk Macto was gone, disappeared into the threshold of his own home.

“Bring your girlfriend!” Neteyam’s younger brother, Lo’ak called out. Following his father he quickly made himself scarse. You felt Neteyam grow rigid at the younger boy’s teasing words.

Your blush deepened, and you cursed yourself for turning into a blushing, dumbstruck girl everytime Neteyam was near.

“I’m uh,” Your heart fluttered everytime the precise, calculated warrior stuttured. “I’m sorry for them, they’re just teasing.” Neteyam looked sincre in his apology, but just as embarrassed as you had been.

You laughed, shooing him away. His searing presence had become too much.

“It’s alright, ma Neteyam.” You giggled, you were obviously unaware of what you had just said. Neteyam felt like a hunter going in for the kill with how aware of your words he was. He was enamoured. So fucking in love with you, it was beginning to hurt. “Go, go have a feast with your family.”

You smiled and Neteyam wanted to commit it to memory, etch it into his brain, a permanent reminder of your glowing nature.

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” Neteyam returned the smile, stalking his way to his family home.

And maybe it was his broad shoulders, or the way his braids moved as he walked. Maybe it was how confident he made you, or how much you wanted him, you didn’t know. But you could not stop the bold streak that only Neteyam could conjure:

“Neteyam!” You called out, the boy spun, halfway home, brow cocked. “It would be an honour to be your girlfriend, you know!” Echoing the words that his brother had teased him with, you decided not to stay to give him the satisfaction of the last word, you waved goodbye before ducking into your own tent.

Neteyam chuckled, like a young boy in trouble. All the way home.

Later that night, while he was trying to find sleep in his private quarters of his family home. Neteyam tossed and turned in his hammock. His thoughts chasing the ghostly figure of you in his minds eye. As he so often did. But this time, words that he would only imagine you saying were replaced with memory.

Ma Neteyam. Ma Neteyam. Ma Neteyam.

God. He wanted nothing more than to be yours. To court you, to mate you, to build a home, create a nest for your eventual tribe of children.

Normally at this point, Neteyam would start to feel guilty, to hold thoughts of you this way in his heart, and dirtier thoughts of you in his head. But as his hand snaked down between his legs, to his throbbing member, Neteyam dwelled on your parting words to him.

It would be an honour to be your girlfriend, you know.

And the guilt did not come for him.

“Children, before we head out to go see the beautiful syaksyuk, I want you all to say a big thank you.” You gestured to Neteyam, and the two other warriors he had conned into chaperoning you and your class. The four adults and twenty-two Na’vi children stood at the precipice of the wild jungle.

“Thank you Ayo’to,” Your class echoed as you placed your hands on the shoulder of the youngest Na’vi warrior that had joined you today, working your way down the line, behind the young men. “Thank you Marek,” you moved along to the shoulders of the next hunter. You found your hands stalling when you reached Neteyam. You went onto your tippy toes, your eyes just peaking over Neteyam’s broad shoulders, giggles rang out from the kids, as one of your hands found Neteyam’s shoulder, the other one wrapping around his taunt bicep.

“Thank you Neteyam.” You said, along with your kids, his honey eyes finding your own and you wished you could live in his line of sight forever.

You pulled away, after leaving your hands a beat too long. You ushered the children to follow you, as your chaperones dispersed themselves around. Smiling to yourself, as you realised that Neteyam bought up the rear, sticking incredibly close to the few children in the back of the group.

So fatherly, so protective, your heart swelled at the sight.

“Neteyam is my brother.” You heard Tuk whisper to another boy in the class, who was watching the man in awe. Smiling softly to yourself, you were so thankful that you had the confidence to accept Neteyam’s offer of protection in the first place.

Neteyam felt the smile plaster itself to his face, as he watched you teach the kids. He felt alive as your tail swished back and forth, happily. As you crouched down to be the same height as your students, to point out flora and fauna, to help them learn and love the gift of nature around them.

He could not help to think how stunning you looked, out here in the morning light of the jungle. How your big, bright eyes glittered when your students answered something right, or engaged in asking questions.

But to his dismay, the two young hunters Neteyam had pulled to help out, noticed your beauty too. And this soured his mood, greatly.

He felt livid as he watched Marek’s trained eyes find their target on your ass. He wanted to punch Ayo’to in his square, stupid face everytime he pulled a large leaf back for you. But, the worst part of it all was that this was Neteyam’s own fucking fault. He offered additional help, he picked these two grunts.

He was incredibly unhappy with his choices.

As you held a slender finger to your plush lips, signaling for the kids to be quiet as you ushered them into a clearing, Neteyam felt guilty for his sudden shift in mood. You were so stunning, so happy. You did not notice how the other two men treated you. You were so focused on the kids, on their education, on their happiness.

Neteyam felt a tug on his hand, Tuk had almost ignored him the whole walk, enraptured with everything you had said.

“What’s wrong Neteyam?” Tuk asked, her voice no louder than a whisper. Neteyam loved his sister, loved her keen eye for her family. He noticed that she shared that keen eye with you, too. Like you were her family, too.

“Shh, nothing, go sit with the others and listen to (y/n).” Neteyam urged Tuk on. The young girl quickly sat in the grass with the other children, their eyes trained on their teacher, despite their surroundings.

That was just another thing Neteyam found himself loving about you. Your ability to hold a room, to command attention without explicitly asking for it. He smiled to himself as he thought it was a great trait for a Tsahik.

“Kids we must be quiet, must be still as we wait for the syaksyuk.” You walked from the front of the class, to the back, watching them as every Na’vi child had their eyes glued to the tree canopy, waiting for any sign of the blue and yellow primates.

“You’re a great teacher.” One of the hunters, Marek, had suddenly appeared next to you, whispering in your right ear. "Maybe you could teach me something, sometime." You blushed at the young man’s comments, but it was not the same blush you held for Neteyam. It was different. You were in discomfort.

“Thank you,” You willed yourself to remain calm, remain professional, in a hushed voice to not scare away the syaksyuk, or be loud enough for the children to hear. “I appreciate that you’ve given time to assist me and my class today.” You kept your words clipped, hoping that your tone and lack of eye contact would push your feelings clearly.

Though you doubt the boy, the man, Marek, you doubted the fact that he cared much about your feelings.

“Is anyone courting you, (y/n)?” You felt the hunter’s hot breat fan across your neck, you felt like his prey, trapped against his chest and an invisible wall of professionalism standing behind your class. You knew there was nothing explicit in his question, outright. But it was the lewd undertones that had you nervous.

Where was Neteyam?

“I do not think that is an appropriate question, Marek.” You wished your words had not fallen out of your mouth, shakily, but they had. They had and now he knew you were nervous.

Where the fuck was Neteyam?

Neteyam was seeing red, was fuming.

Marek had crossed a line getting so close to you, that was a given. But as Neteyam watched the bead of sweat roll down your face, watch as your eyes flicked back and forth in front of you, that was enough.

Silently, as to not interrupt the children’s viewing of the syaksyuk, Neteyam made his way over.

He heard Marek ask about courting.

He heard your curt reply. But between your words he could hear your uneasy nature. He could hear the rising panic.

“You’re excused, Marek.” Neteyam put his hand out to you, relief flooded him as you quickly pulled yourself against his arm and chest, a beat away from Marek and his looming figure.

“But-” Neteyam cut the hunter off, sick of seeing his stupid face.

“I want you gone, now. Be quick and quiet about it.”

You felt like a fool, holding onto Neteyam’s strong hand for dear life. Marek wouldn’t have done anything to you here, not infront of the kids. But it was the fear of it, creeping around in the back of your mind that upset you, nonetheless.

“Yes Sir.”

You watched quietly as Marek fled through the brush of the jungle. Silent like the hunter he was. You watched as he pulled the other young hunter, Ayo’to along with him.

It was you, and Neteyam, and the kids, of course.

“Are you alright, ma (y/n)?” Neteyam asked softly, pulling your back to his toned chest, his chin resting on the top of your head, large, muscled arms snaking around your waist to hold you tightly against him. Protecting you from any harm.

You could not help but to lean into his touch, lean into your love for the man. You knew your brain would pick itself raw over the use of that prefix later, now was for you and him. Now was for your kids and the swinging syaksyuk that had appeared through the canopy.

You rested your hands on top of his own, “I’m alright now, ma Neteyam.” You whispered as the kids began to ooh and ahh at the syaksyuk. Giggling as the primates chattered through the trees.

You allowed yourself to laugh with the kids, allowed your mind to wander to the daydreams you have of loving Neteyam. Allowed yourself to conjure and image of your firstborn sitting on his father’s shoulders, enraptured with the world around them.

You let yourself feed into that dream as you felt Neteyam’s very real lips ghost over your hairline, above your left ear. He left nothing but a thought of a kiss there, and you felt that same blooming in your chest.

“Have dinner with me tonight.” Neteyam gently whispered once more, this time laying a tangible, corporeal kiss above your ear.

You could’ve folded, in half, then and there if it wasn’t for Neteyam’s strong hold.

“Anything you want, Neteyam.” You whispered back to him, cocking your head to look up at him. You noticed the muscle flick in his jaw as he looked ahead, pretending not to see your line of sight. Gently, you placed a small kiss on his jawbone. Featherlight, it could’ve vanished if he wished it to.

You hoped he did not wish it to.

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daddyhausen · 1 year

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Im really loving the chuck content i think its just so 😚🤌🏼

I was wondering if you could do another with him, i wanna give you free rein on it but i want it to be really smutty

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• what a bitch i can be — chuck taylor •

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{ summary } — a night on the town to celebrate kris’ new title win was surely to be eventful. with a couple drinks already in your system, dustin was in no mood for your bratty behaviour, so you decided to see how far you could push him until he finally snapped

{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, mentions of drinking, mild drunk sex, public teasing, cnc, submissive x dominant dynamic, spitting, degradation, humiliation, dumbification, dirty talk, bondage, rope play, size kink, daddy kink, ddlg, spanking, gags, fingering, finger sucking, brat taming, hair pulling, face fucking, oral sex { male receiving }, throatpie, cumplay, multiple orgasms, facials, male + female orgasm, forced orgasms, breeding kink, rough sex, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, squirting, internal cumshots, vaginal creampie

{ word count } — 5k

{ pairing } — fem!reader x chuck taylor

{ genre } — smut

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your body buzzed along with the thick thrum of the bassline from the club speakers, tossing back another shot of whiskey, letting the honeyed liquid drip down your throat with a slight burn, the sensation warming your veins, like a fire pit nestled deep in your belly. it wasn’t a relatively large club, albeit, bright and colourful, decked from floor to ceiling in strobe lights, lasers and neon signs, mostly pinks and greens, it looked otherworldly, a far contrast the the dodgy looking alleyway it was so securely nestled in the back of, besides that it definitely fit kris’ aesthetic.

speaking of the alien girl, she remained by your side in the booth, clearly the alcohol got a hold on her far quicker than it did you, slurring her words slightly, offering you head pats and nose boops like she would any other occasion followed by a joyous giggle. her almost six foot tall frame, slumped over a half conscious orange cassidy, who sat cramped in the corner of the booth, idily nursing his own beverage, the drink too had him dozing in and out of reality, his cheeks flared a bright red with heat, lazily nudging kris’s head from atop your shoulder, his own head slumping into his palm with a drunken murmur to himself.

“y’know what!” kris began with an enthusiastic chirp not uncommon for her demeanour, still slurring her words with a contagious flair. both arms snaked around your’s and orange’s respective shoulders.

“i couldn’t have done it without you guys!” her words as incoherent as they were, still seemed to bellow over the thick ring of the music.

“i love you guys so much !” through her drunken sobs her body slumping forward slightly, trying to pet dustin’s shoulder in thanks, who was positioned at your side, her fingertips barely grazing the tops of his shoulder. she tried to repeat the process with a, quite frankly, more sober trent, pouting softly when she was unable to reach him, all the while orange was trying to peel the half empty beer bottle from his drunken friend’s hand.

dustin, in his own world it seemed, occasionally taking a swig from his beer, sitting idly about, he seemed out of it, not in a bad way per say. you stared up at him, all soft and doe eyed, glimmering with the mild intoxication that buzzed through your veins. you could not help but admire him, how incredibly handsome he looked, his hair had recently been cut, although you missed the shagginess of it at its longer length, his beard dark and coarse, with little flecks of grey hidden between tufts of deep espresso brown. the sight of him, although absent from presenting anything remotely sexual at the moment, seemed to make your thighs clench instinctively together, arousal burning in your belly.

you leaned your head into his shoulder, flirting through mutters of tipsy incoherence, a hand travelling to his thigh, stroking from his knee up to the axis of his hip. he stared down at you, a small scowl. a warning, albeit silent. on a normal night this would have surely put you in your place, cease your bratty actions once and for all. but no, not this night. tonight you desired him carnally, all raw, and primal, and god help whoever stood in your way of getting him, even dustin himself.

dustin went back to his conversation with trent, ignoring you for the moment, an act his should have avoided. under the table, your hand snaked from his thigh, guiding itself across his crotch, palming his cock through his jeans, feeling him stiffen up at the sensation, still not breaking conversation with trent. you felt a scowl form across your lips, the tingling taste of whiskey still lingered faintly. you increased the pressure of your hand for a moment, releasing when he let out a soft grunt, unbeknownst to the others on account of the loudness of the club, but you’d caught on right away.

he turned to you, eyes glaring with a look that surely could kill. he leaned down, the phantoms of his lips ghosting across the top of your ear, his breath tickling your skin, making you shiver in your seat.

“enough.” he replied sternly, feeling his cock harden with the small whine you emitted.

“but daddy…” you exaggerated the whine that left your lips, resting your head into his shoulder once more, pretending to be drunker than you actually were. you noticed dustin expression change slightly, the furrow in his eyebrows had deepened, as too did the scowl. he stood up, taking your hand tightly, almost a death grip, as the both of you shuffled out of the booth.

“we’re gonna head off now, this one’s had a bit too much to drink” dustin mentioned to the group, albeit trent was the only one sober enough to listen. you clinged to dustin’s arm trying not to make it painfully obvious that you were trying to position his hand between your thighs. trent stared blankly for a moment before coming too.

“i’ll drive you guys home” trent offered, having downed his last drink hours ago. “you guys coming?”

he mentioned toward orange, who sat slumped in the booth, sunglasses lazily hanging off the bridge of his nose, cheeks burning red with intoxication at he made eye contact with trent. you were not even sure why he was even wearing sunglasses in a club, and at midnight no less, but that’s just orange.

“we’ll stay back for a bit” he slurred. “gonna try to sober up”

he mentioned to a now unconscious statlander, having fallen asleep on the table, all the while orange pat the back of her head to try and soothe her out of her drunken state. the three of you bid them a silent farewell, in the form of a nod, orange wishing for you all to drive home safe before returning to tend to kris.

trent, dustin and yourself made your way out of the club, the spring wind a welcoming feeling against your heated cheeks, trent walked in front while yourself and dustin lingered behind just enough that he would not hear your ongoing whispers.

“daddy…” you whined again, the pulse between your thighs grew each time he stared daggers down at you.

“you’re so fucking lucky trent is here otherwise i’d fuck the brat out of you right where you stand” his voice, low, a growl set between clenched teeth. you piped down for the moment, remaining silent until the three of you reached the car, dustin holding the door for you as you drunkenly climbed into the backseat, him following suit.

trent started the route back to your place, silently concentrating on the road. eyes often shifting in the rear view mirror catching a glimpse of you slumped into the shoulder of his best friend. your head nestled into the crook of dustin’s neck, peppering tiny kisses to the skin, trying to gain a reaction from him, a moan, a grunt, anything that would pull him out of the frustrated spiral he was in.

his eyes fixated on you, another silent warning for you to cease your actions. the silence in the car was already awkward enough with trent being present. it surely did not help your current predicament, being all hot and bothered, a whirlpool of arousal between your thighs. in protest, placing dustin’s hand between your thighs, lightly beginning to grind your hips against his fingertips.

a small chuckle grew across his lips, pushing his fingers hard against your clothed clit, earning a small whimper on your part. he leaned into you once more, repeating those low whispers, the same he did at the bar.

“stop misbehaving or else.” he whispered, drawing circles into you clit

“or else what?” you responded meekly, trying to put on an unbothered, tough fecade although your words barely left your lips without a choked moan.

“i won’t let you cum for a week”

“maybe i want to keep teasing you” you remarked slyly at his threat, knowing it was indeed highly exaggerated. this man could not possibly live a week without making you orgasm.

“then be prepared for the worst week of your life”

trent cleared his throat, signalling the awkwardness in the car as he came to a halt in your driveway, deciding to completely ignore the statements made by the both of you, although the embarrassed red flush of his cheeks surely did not go unnoticed by dustin, who offered him a small apologetic glance in parting, practically dragging you inside.

once safe and out of sight inside, he had you pushed up against the doorframe, a hand wrapped around your throat tightly, his stare was devilish, unhinged, as if something snapped inside his mind. yet you could not complain, the arousal that flooded through you was more than enough to suffice.

“you got a lot of explaining to do, sweetheart” dustin mentioned, toying with the ends of your skirt with his free hand

“i don’t know what you’re talking about” you feigned ignorance through sputtered breaths, feeling your eyes already roll back into your skull at the sheer force of his grasp. his free hand slipped under your flowy skirt, the material so thin he could practically rip it, but refrained for now. two fingers pressed once more against your void, continuing to interrogate your already stimulated clit.

“do you think i’m an idiot, princess?” he pushed harder against your clit, leaving you squirming in his grasp, thighs tightening around his fingers. he rolled his eyes in disgust when you wouldn’t give him so much as a nod in response, prying his fingers away from your now soaked panties, releasing the grip on your throat much to your silent thanks, inhaling as much oxygen as you could, still choking and sputtering.

he said nothing, grabbing you by the scalp, a fistful of hair as he made you meet his gaze, a slap was all that roused you in that moment, harsh and fast it was, making your eyes water the moment he made contact with your cheek.

“when i ask you something you better answer me” was all he said, gripping your face in his large palm, still forcing you to look at him

“do you think i’m an idiot, princess?” he repeated, his voice sterner than last time, gaze fixated on yours with a mixture of fury and passion. all you could mutter was a solemn “no daddy” through a hoarse voice and teary eyes.

“then why do you treat me like one?” still no response from your part. even after another slap, nothing. you’d seemingly cowered into yourself, abandoning that bratty persona you’d adopted a few moments prior.

“what happened to that little brat i spoke to before?” he teased, tugging at the roots of your scalp. “guess my little girl doesn’t want my cock that badly”

you furrowed your eyebrows, frustrated with his incessant teasing, responded by calling him a bastard amongst a list of other defaming names. he only remarked with a chuckle.

“there she is” he joked. “get your ass upstairs, princess”

although he would not let you move on your own volition, instead opting to drag you up the stairs by your hair. although the act left your scalp sore and your mind throbbing with a possible headache, your cunt yearned for more, yearned for the mix of pain and pleasure it created. even when he came to a halt at the top of the stairs to open your bedroom door, his grip was still taut, a pleasurable sting. he dragged you into the room, still by your hair, throwing you onto the bed without so much as a worry for your safety.

you must admit you enjoyed this side of dustin, the more aggressive and assertive side of him, the one who could fuck you numb and degrade you constantly, have your legs shaking and leave you breathless writhing in a pool of your own warmth and his. his body hovered over yours momentarily, as if he were leaning in to plant kisses to your neck, you closed your eyes in waiting, only to hear the shrieking tear of fabric as he ripped your top clean from the seams. you gasped at the sensation of cold air hitting your skin

“dustin!” you broke your act momentarily, staring at the now ripped piece of fabric in his palm. he gave a small chuckle and tossed it to the floor at the foot of the bed.

“don’t worry i’ll buy you a new one” he dismissed the article of clothing, hands now retrieving the waistband of your skirt, tugging the fabric down your legs as you kicked off your heels. his dominant demeanour returned upon seeing the gorgeous matching set that adorned your figure. it was a canary yellow ensemble, the material sheer and lace on both the bralette and panties, embroidered with lace butterflies that laid atop the material.

his throat ran dry, gazing upon you as if you were an object of desire, in truth that’s how he felt in that moment, that you were merely an object for him to fuck. he gulped thickly, ignoring the constant pursuit to break the scene. he made no effort to remove your bra for the moment, simply repeating the process of sliding down your panties as he did your skirt. his fingers dancing over your clit for the moment, a faint sensation that simply made you unravel before him.

“i thought you weren’t gonna let me cum?” you questioned cocking an eyebrow playfully at him

‘tonight doesn’t count” he remarked bluntly, tracing circles against your clit like he had previously done in the car. your back arched, hips driving into the mattress and his fingers had barely touched you. feeling yourself beginning to write in pleasure

“stop squirming” he demanded, noticing you squirm into yourself. he let two fingers dip past your dripping folds. a soft exhale left your lips, body still disobeying his words, despite having repeated himself. without another word he pried his fingers from your warmth, much to your dismay as he had barely just begun. he was quiet, simply walking over to the closet, a treasure trove of not only clothes, but toys, rope, harnesses and so much more.

he was in there for a minute or so, your body slowly winding down from the lack of pleasure despite your protests and dustin’s previously stated orders, he surely would not like if he were to reemerge and find you touching yourself. he reappeared from the darkness of the closet, rope in hand. it was a simple brown twine rope, one that had left burn marks across your wrists many times over. still in silence, he made quick work in removing your bra, taking no time to admire your breasts as he bound your wrists, in front of you, pulling the rope taut, your breasts now pushed together, accentuating their fullness. it was now where he took the time to gaze upon you, how the swell of your breasts were so round hand full, your nipples perky and stiff from the chill of spring air.

you peered up at him, his handprint still visible across your cheek from where he had earlier slapped, though the reddening had depleted. he grew hard in his jeans once more just at the sight of you half-bound. it made him question if he should fully restrain you, leave you completely helpless and at his mercy. he refrained for now.

“what did i say to you before, princess?” still noticing your squirming, he fiddled with the leftover rope in his hand, about two to three metres left in length, quite easy enough to bind your legs if need be. it was a silent signal for you to halt your movements. you did. spreading your legs wide for him as a mild apology.

the silence had now flooded the room, not in an awkward way. he was commanding you without the use of his voice, it seemed to be more effective as something so simple as a glance with a stern expression could make you obey with in seconds. he let his finger slip into your warmth again, not even letting you adjust to the new sensation before he began to curl upward, hitting every spot that made you whine and beg.

“such a naughty little slut, making me tie you up and use you like this” his tone was soft, breathing lustfully in your ear, although passion reflected in his words his main goal was to torment you, make you cry and beg for release, overstimulate you to the point of tears.

his body once more over yours, free hand cupping your cheeks, offering light slaps to them each time your eyes began to wander elsewhere other than his.

“is this what you wanted, princess? to be fucked out and toyed with?”

no answer on your part, your cunt full of his fingers, dripping and sloshing with wetness, it was the only sound that drowned out his voice.

“i know it feels good, little slut, but you better fucking answer me or else i’ll stop”

not wanting the pleasure to end you whimpered out a small yes, eyes peering down to try and catch a glimpse of the way his fingers ruined you. only for him to redirect your gaze to his eyes.

“you look at me. nothing else. i wanna see your face as i ruin you, understand?”

he increased the speed of his fingers, making sure your mind was on nothing else but pleasure. your belly swirled in waves of arousal, cunt clenching around his large fingers, feeling them dip and curl into every crevice of your void.

“yes daddy…” you felt your mind empty, void of any thought as pleasure took over. dustin’s fingers were heavenly, how he could command and control you so easily. an almost rhythmic thrum was building between your thighs, even though your hands were tied, you made desperate attempts to push his hands away, whines and moans catching in your throat.

“what’s the matter? i thought you wanted this?” he mocked, adding a third finger for good measure, not stopping until you were dripping around him.

“daddy, please!” you cried, on the verge of tears, watching yourself spill around his fingers like a fountain. dustin smirked down at the site, licking a long, slow stripe against your folds, gathering your sweetness on his tongue, despite how sensitive you had become, your body jolted with pleasure.

he dragged you from the bed by your wrists, tugging the leftover rope until you were at his knees on the floor. still quiet, although that frightening scowl had returned, his fingers still dripping with your juices.

“i never said you could cum” he remained stoic, body looming imposingly over your frame. he parted your lips with his fingers, allowing you to sample your juices, tongue swirling around the tips of his fingers as you cleaned yourself from him. sucking lightly at his fingertips as he forced them down the back of your throat, earning a choked gag in response.

“just for that, you can choke on my cock, sweetheart” his tone was mocking and intimidating, prying his fingers from your lips, allowing you to barely get a singular breath of air in as he quickly stripped himself, only partially as his jeans rested mid-thigh on him. you kept your lips sealed, still trying to suck in breaths through your nostrils, earning yet another malicious chuckle from him as he lined up the tip of his cock with your mouth.

“open your fucking mouth” he demanded. “don’t make me force myself in there, princess”

still you kept your lips shut, squeezing them for added effect. dustin let out a faux defeated sigh, taking your head in his hand, resuming the hair pulling from earlier, beginning to guide his tip into your mouth.

“fucking brat.” he mumbled to himself with the clear intention for you to hear. spitting in your face as a form of degradation, the glob dripping down your chin and neck. upon realising you would not budge, he forced his cock past your lips, nestling himself in the back of your throat, in protest of your chokes and coughs as he gathered bundles of your hair in his palms.

“i warned you.” he reminded, making haste in destroying your throat, not offering a shred of sympathy as he began his movements. so rough and fast you felt as if you were going to pass out.

“there’s my little cockwhore. You love choking on my dick, don’t you?” no response was guarenteed given your current predicament, instead responding by hollowing your cheek with such a lovely effect for him.

his grunts and growls were supported by violent thrusts, ones that left you sputtering with spit dripping down your chin and around his size. oh how you wished your hands were free from such restraints, despite being tied at your front, there was little leeway in terms of movement, considering he held the rope taut in his hands, having looped it around his palm so that it shortened to its desired length, your hands barely in reach of his shaft.

you hollowed your cheeks the furthest they could go, constricting with pleasure around his cock, it was evident by the drawn out “fuck” he let out. a thin build up of sweat clung to his hairline, mouth hung agape with breathless pants, eyes fluttering shut, feeling him near his release.

he did not want the feeling to end, despite nearing his orgasm he wanted to prolonged the assault on your throat for as long as possible.

“fuck, youre such a fucking whore for me, baby.” he grunted with a particularly rough thrust. “you love this don’t you- oh fuck yes!, you love sucking daddy’s cock”

your eyes were glassy, waterlines rimed with tears as you peered up at him.

“have i fucked your throat nice and good baby? oh yes of course i have, there’s not a thought in that dumb little mind, is there?”

the sensation of his fingers digging into your scalp the closer he got to orgasm was insane, leaving your eyes rolling into the back of your skull as puddles of spit and precum filled the valley of your breasts. taking every inch of him until your nose was nestled in a mound of trimmed hair. he held you down for a moment, emptying his seed down your throat with one final thrust, keeping you there until he’d fully drained himself.

“oh fuck…” he moaned through a small gasp, pulling his cock from the warm dampness of your mouth. your cheeks full of his cum, having not swallowed any unless he gave explicit orders to do so.

“show me” he ordered. complying, you opened your mouth, letting his cum drip from your tongue onto your breasts, the glossy substance dripping down across your perky nipples. he stared for a moment, loving the way your round breasts heaved with every deep inhale.

“fucking whore. look at you, you look so happy to be covered in cum, don’t you? bet it gets you real wet, doesn’t it? wishing that your pathetic cunt could be full of daddy’s seed? is that it, sweetheart?”

he slapped you harshly, trying to rouse you from your cock-induced trance. your mouth still hung open, still patiently waiting for his next command. he leaned once more over your body, letting another glop of spit fall directly onto your tongue before closing your mouth, a silent order for you to swallow. you did.

his hand still entangled in your hair, dragging you once more to the bed, laying you face down this time. once more retreating to the closet after kicking off his jeans completely. your hands buried beneath your figure, trying desperately to stroke your clit for a few seconds while he was out of sight. he reemurged with a pastel pink ball gag and some extra rope just incase he needed it, pulling your hair back as he fastened it in your mouth, spit leaking from the corners.

you tried your best to turn and see what he was doing, him having maneuvered your legs so they laid apart, securing each of them to the bed frame with the extra rope.

“can’t have you running away from me now can i?” he chuckled sadistically, securing the final knot around your ankle. the mattress dipped with his weight, forcing your head down into the mattress. “now, shut the fuck up and take my cock”

you were complicit, you had no other choice. your words restrained by the gag, even if you were to speak, your words would be muffled and choked. he slammed into your cunt with ease, a feeling that caught you off guard momentarily as he gave you no prior warning or no time to adjust to his size. you could feel him in the pit of your stomach, his cock driving into the mattress through your skin. your body buzzing, the intoxicating effect of the alcohol had worn off, now replaced with an burning insatiable lust for him. his large hand held you in place all the while his cock absolutely destroyed you. the feeling unlike any other.

your screams of pleasure muffled against the gag, face hot and clammy from crying out, tears formed a puddle in the sheets. dustin cocked his head, raising an eyebrow in faux concern, feeling the warm pulse of your sensitive cunt begin to rise.

“don’t you start crying on me. this is what you wanted” he growled heightening the force of his thrusts.

“you asked for this princess, otherwise why would you’ve been such a fucking tease back at the club?”

your mind grew fuzzy, pleasure taking over as it did when he had his cock shoved down your throat. thighs beginning to shake, completely numb to the orgasm that rushed through you, soaking dustin’s cock and the bedsheets below.

“oh, princess. you can’t have cum that quick” he mocked, adoring the wet sound of skin on skin. “c’mon, i know you got another one in you”

he continued to fuck you through your second orgasm of the night, slowing down momentarily until your arousal had plateaued before speeding up his momentum again. you spoke something along the lines of “daddy, no more” although they were incoherent due to the gag. he could sense your orgasm building once more, your hips bucking back to meet his thrust, fingers clutching and grasping at air trying to toy with yourself. dustin loved the way your plump ass jiggled with his movements, spanking it roughly with a resounding smack that reverberated around the room. the pulse had returned, stronger than ever around his cock, he could feel himself slipping from such a dominant persona, hearing you whine and scream for him.

“that’s it you pathetic slut. c’mon milk my cock. you want all of daddy’s cum don’t you? be a good girl and take it all of it”

you laid, practically motionless beneath him aside from the occasional jolt whenever he gave a particularly rough thrust. feeling yourself give into the wonderful abuse of his cock. sweetness gushed around his length, unknown to you, mind too fucked out to even comprehend your orgasm. he’d noticed though, smiling down at the pool of wetness between your thighs, it only seemed to spur him on more, fucking you with the most absolute brute force he could muster, before succumbing to his own orgasm.

thick ribbons of his cum filling you to the brim, leaking down his shaft even before he had the chance to pull out of you. he gave a final grunt, praise without words it seemed, his cock coated in your sweetness as well as his warmth. he was gentle with his movements, quickly undoing the ropes from you ankles, flipping you over so he could do the same with your wrists. removing the gag from your mouth in quick succession, smoothing back some of the hairs that clung to your forehead with sweat.

“it’s ok sweetheart, you’re safe. i’m here now” he peppered a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose, following it up with a longer one to your lips

“my sweet girl…you did so well” he joined you on the bed, cradling your head in his chest, allowing you to listen to the soft thrum of his heartbeat.

“you alright, princess? i didn’t hurt you too bad did i?” his words soft, lulling you out of the minor trance you’d fallen into. his thumb daintily swiping across the top of your cheek, where the faint remnants of his handprint remained

“i’m fine…” you muttered somberly, nuzzling into his chest. “i’m sorry for the way i acted”

truthfully you did feel embarrassed about the way you’d acted, especially in public too, god knows what thoughts were going through poor trent’s mind during the car ride home, knowing he’ll have to deal with an equally, if not more embarrassed dustin tomorrow. you wondered to yourself if he had the heart to tell orange and kris the real reason dustin and yourself had left so early

“hey, sweetheart, don’t worry. its okay.” his arm snaked around your shoulder, squeezing it softly for reassurance.

“i know i just can’t help but feel embarrassed. especially for the others”

“orange and stat were probably too drunk to even realise, and trent has had to deal with a lot worse, trust me he’ll get over it”

his statement put a smile on your face, even for a moment as you relished in his warmth. feeling your breath begin to stabilise. he held you close. he did not need to but felt as if he had to, especially after such a violent and aggressive scene. he let you just relax into him, smoothing the flyaways of your hair down with his palm, cleaning any makeup that had smeared on your face.

“c’mon, lets get you cleaned up, and then we’ll lay on the couch and watch your favourite movie. how does that sound?”

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#{ my fics : 🤍 }#chuck taylor #chuck taylor x reader #chuck taylor smut #chuck taylor imagine #sexy chuckie t #chuckie t #aew #wrestling imagine #wrestling smut #aew imagine #aew wrestling #aew fanfiction #aew smut

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s4turnzbarzzz · 1 year

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yo so im new to tumblr so heres an intro/masterlist post. please read this fully and interact with this before interacting with my blog!

sorry this is long but im not putting a cut so i know people will at least see everything on it

last updated: 17/10/2023 (dd/mm/yyyy)

before you start reading, i will update this when needed. if you think i should add something on here let me know so i can add it here!

about me!!

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♡ my names saturn, im genderfluid, im hard of hearing and im autistic. my favorite color is light pink and my favorite genre of music is hardstyle edm! my favorite movie is house of wax (2006) but i love slasher films in general ♡ i love writing so i figured that id bring my writing online to you guys

♡ i speak english but if you request something in another language i can try to figure it out with google translate but no promises that ill get your ask correct since google translate is funky sometimes

♡ im usually really nice but assholes will be blocked so if you come on here requesting something that i will not write or youre just mean to me i will not hesitate to block you

♡ i love pairing people with characters so please feel free to ask

♡ im a writer so feel free to send in a request, however, no promises that ill respond in a timely manner. ill try my best to respond asap but life can get in the way of that

*games/movies/series i will write for*

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○ horror movie characters

○ repo! the genetic opera (main characters, aged up shiloh)

○ resident evil 1-8

○ dead by daylight (killers and survivors)

○ fran bow

○ undertale (main characters)

○ deltarune (main characters)

○ night in the woods (main characters)

○ coraline

○ beetlejuice

○ cod (any)

○ tf2

○ tmnt (main characters)

○ sallyface (main characters)

○ puss in boots the last wish (pibtlw)

*who i will not write smut for*

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● fran bow (fran bow)

● little misfortune (little misfortune)

● susie (dead by daylight)

● charolette and victor (dead by daylight)

● frisk, chara, and kris (undertale/deltarune)

● coraline and wybie (coraline)

● lydia (beetlejuice)

*what i will write*

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◇ headcanons

◇ shitposts

◇ lgbtqia+ reader

◇ underage characters (sfw only)

◇ nsfw (any topics like descriptive gore, not limited to smut)

◇ sfw

◇ fluff

◇ smut

◇ cnc (consenual non-consent)

◇ gore

◇ mental health issues

◇ male reader

◇ female reader

◇ gender neutral reader

◇ trans reader (pls be specific since i get confused abt trans labels easily)

◇ polyamorous reader

◇ platonic

◇ romantic

*what i might write*

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☆ furry reader

☆ oc in place of reader

☆ character x character (can be poly but that might get confusing for me to write)

*what i will not write*

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asking for the following will get you blocked

■ pedophilia

■ incest

■ rape

■ beastiality

■ suicide

■ underage x adult (yes im aware this is pedophilia but im putting it again because its fucking disgusting)

(ex. lydia x beetlejuice unless platonic)

■ piss

■ scat

■ vore

like i said at the beginning, if you think i should add something let me know so i can put it on here!

also if anything could be worded differently to make it easier to understand please let me know

#resident evil #fran bow #undertale #deltarune #coraline #beetlejuice #masterlist #night in the woods #dead by daylight #male reader #fem reader #gn reader #poly reader #sally face #puss in boots the last wish #taking requests #tmnt #repo! the genetic opera #pinned post

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bayothemayo · 2 years

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BayoTheMayo's Masterlist

You Can Request For...

Rules

Other Accounts

----Requests----

Note: The W.I.P names may change.

Key: Orange Text = Whumptober

Whumptober

2022 | 2023 |

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Phantom Thieves

"The Don't Care About You." Series (Unfinished)

Synopsis: The Phantom Thieves have been unintentionally pushing you away. Every time you ask to hang out they make excuses. In turn, you develop a palace, showing some of your deeper issues. Part 1: The Don't Care About You (Phantom Thieves x Reader) Part 2: Miscommunication (Phantom Thieves x Reader) Part 3: Suppressed Suffering (Phantom Thieves x Reader)

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Akira Kurusu/Ren Amamiya

~ Akira Kurusu with a Reckless S/O ~

Burnt Out (Ren Amamiya x Reader)

💕 Akira Kurusu Relationship Head canons (Female Reader) 💕

💔 Fate is Not With You (Ren Amamiya x Reader)💔

Ren Amamiya with Shy S/O

Akira Kurusu with an S/O who is like Yor from Spy x Family

Wearing His Clothes (Akira Kurusu x Female Reader)

Akira Kurusu, Yu Narukami, and Minato Arisato Mets Reader Who Summons Their Persona Differently

Akira Kurusu x S.E.E.S! Reader Headcannons

Pain (Ren Amamiya x Reader)

Insomnia (Akira Kurusu/Ren Amamiya x Reader)

Coming Out As A Transmasculine

Long Day (Akira Kurusu x Fem Reader)

Guardian of the Phantom Thieves (Akira Kurusu x Motherly! Reader)

Crushing More Than Once (Akira Kurusu x Reader x Yusuke Kitagawa)

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Goro Akechi

Betrayal + Reluctant Whumper (Goro Akechi x Reader)

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Yusuke Kitagawa

Crushing More Than Once (Akira Kurusu x Reader x Yusuke Kitagawa)

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Ryuji Sakamoto

Ryuji Sakamoto x Reader Headcannons

Requited Love (Ryuji x Male! Reader)

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The Investigation Team

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Yu Narukami

~Too Tired to Study (Yu Narukami x Sleepy! Reader)~

Akira Kurusu, Yu Narukami, and Minato Arisato Mets Reader Who Summons Their Persona Differently

"Just Hold On." (Yu Narukami x Reader)

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Naoto Shirogane

(None)

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S.E.E.S

Panic (Persona 3)

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Minato Arisato/Makoto Yuki

Comfort with the Rain (Minato Arisato x Gender-Neutral Reader)

~Minato Arisato with an Outgoing and Talkative S/O~

Akira Kurusu, Yu Narukami, and Minato Arisato Mets Reader Who Summons Their Persona Differently

"Can You Hear Me?" (Minato Arisato/Makoto Yuki x Reader)

"I Don't Feel So Good." (Minato Arisato/Makoto x Reader)

Minato Arisato/Makoto Yuki Calming You Down Headcanons (Minato Arisato/Makoto Yuki x Jealous!Reader)

Makoto Yuki with a Physically Affectionate S/O (Makoto Yuki x Reader)

Sora

Sora + Child! Reader (WIP)

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Junko Enoshima

(None)

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Mukuro Ikusaba

Mukuro Ikusaba x Reader Romantic Headcanons

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Celestia Lundenberg

Should Have Been Me (Celestia Ludenberg x Reader)

Izuru Kamukura

Need to Sleep (Izuru Kamukura x Sleep Deprived Reader)

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Hajime Hinata

(None)

Nagito Komaeda

Informed (Nagito Komaeda x Reader)

Affection (Nagito Komaeda x Affectionate Reader) + (Maki Harukawa x Affectionate Reader)

"You're A Liar." (Nagito Komaeda x Reader)

Kokichi Oma

(None)

Maki Harukawa

Affection (Maki Harukawa x Affectionate Reader) + (Nagito Komaeda x Affectionate Reader)

Kris Dreemurr

A Little Out of The Ordinary: "This wasn't supposed to happen!" (Kris x Reader) (?)

"You in There?" (Kris Dreemurr x Reader)

The Main Party

Hair's Breadth From Death: Impaled (SMT IV:A x Reader)

Everything Hurts and I am Dying: Back From the Dead (SMT IV:A)

Journal (SMT IV:A x Reader)

"It's All For Nothing." (SMT IV:A x Reader)

Nanashi

Happy Valentine's Day Nanashi! (WIP)

Hero x Villain

Hero x Villain Mini-Series (1)

Part 1: Nowhere to Run: Cornered (Hero x Villain) Part 2: Dead on Your Feet: Waking Up Disoriented (Hero x Villain) Part 3: Proof of Life: "I've got a pulse." (Hero x VIllain)

Original Content/Prompts

The Way You Shake And Shiver: Panic Attack (Orginal Content)

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jovanisinsane · 2 years

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"in some hot water" a nsfw kris x male!in the game!reader fic

we both know we should both touch grass but here we are

im giving kris a dick for this even if they are gender neutral

kris got in the dark world like normal and somehow you got your vessel back,kris was no longer controlled by you and you were just a simple darkner now

on their adventure they always thougth to themself "he did help me get friends,he helped me have this adventure,even if by controlling me,i wonder how i should repay him,wait i have an idea~"

after they sealed the fountain they got back to castle town,you looked at him

"oh hey kris... sorry about controlling you back then"

they simply replied

"no im not mad... i actually have an idea to repay you,just follow me"

you followed him,you both walked into the bedroom in ralsei's castle,he put lancer back in his room and also roulxs before you both got on bed,they pinned you to the bed

"k-kris,what are you doing?"

they interrupted you by kissing you on the lips causing you to blush

"a-ahh!~"

they took of their pants and then they took off yours revealing your kinda small dick,he gently thrusted into you causing you to moan

"h-harder,q-quicker!"

susie and ralsei was outside and could hear you both pounding,PLAP CLAP PLAP

"this feels good doesnt it Y/N?~"

"y-yeah!"

when they were done filling you up with their white creamy cum he leaned in and kissed you again and you kissed back,your cum was on their stomach

"i love you..."

"i love you too..."

#deltarune #kris x reader #x reader #one shot

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allelitedweaming · 2 years

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Chuck Taylor x Reader (but no actual Chuck in this installment, sorry)

Part One?

Summary: You and Orange Cassidy are hanging out alone and you accidentally confess something you never meant to say out loud.

Rated PG for some mention of drinking alcohol / being drunk

Ever since you could remember, all of your best friends had been boys. That was why you had been watching wrestling since you were just a kid, among many other personality traits that only seemed to deepen with age. But as you got older you wondered, did it make you one of those women to constantly surround yourself with men? It wasn't as if you didn't have any female friends. There was Kris and ... Well, there was Kris.

Something told you that this particular quirk wouldn't be changing anytime soon, although, if you couldn't control your feelings you might find yourself with no friends instead of all male friends.

When you first came to work for AEW, Chuck and OC were the easiest people to talk to. You found you had the most in common with them, and even where your common interests ended, you loved to listen to the two of them go on at length about Resident Evil or even basketball, which you had never followed before. You related to them and to Trent and Kris because you also had a tendency to be unpolished in your promo work. You found it easier to just be yourself in the ring and out of it, even when it was for an angle. It was what made crowds fall in love with The Best Friends, and so far it had worked for you too.

So it was just the next logical step for Tony to start to pair you guys up together. It started with one tag match with Kris, but it soon grew into something bigger, until finally you were coming out with the rest of the gang in matching tracksuits.

Just like you weren't sure if you could pinpoint the exact moment that you became an official member of the team, you also weren't sure if you could remember when you realized you had fallen completely and totally in love with Dustin. The one thing you did know was that you could never ever tell him, let alone anyone else in your tightknit group.

So what were you doing at Orange's apartment at 2 AM? How had you managed to lose track of how many beers you had had? How did he seem so calm, cool, and collected? And why did he keep bringing the topic of conversation back around to Dustin?

"Sometimes he just gets insecure, you know?" Orange took another swig from his can. He was relaxed, a slight blush to his cheeks. His hair was slightly more mussed than usual and he wasn't wearing his signature shades, but other than that you would be pressed to spot the difference between the appearance of this Orange Cassidy and the one he played on TV. Plus, he wouldn't shut up. "Sometimes when we are alone, I try to reassure him a little. He's like an older brother to me. He doesn't get what a great guy he is."

You nodded. You were trying to play it cool but your poker face is terrible. Inside, you were melting at the tender way that Orange was describing his closest pal, so you were certain it was written all over your expression. You tried to change the subject for what must have been the third time, but Orange just went on.

"Sometimes I think he's lonely. But he'd never admit it. Like, tonight for example. Tonight, I invited him over." You couldn't help but look surprised. You felt your eyebrows shoot up. Orange jabbed the hand holding his beer in your direction. "Exactly, Y/N, exactly. He turned me down when I mentioned you would be here." Orange noticed your face fall and he got apologetic. "No no no, not like that. Dustin loves you. But sometimes I think he is too scared to be vulnerable around anyone. He was too scared to be here, just the three of us."

You sank back into the couch. The room was starting to spin and you weren't sure how much of it you could actually blame on the alcohol. "I think I'm in love with him." The words bubbled out of you before you realized you were speaking and not just thinking them for the millionth time. But they were quiet.

Orange leaned in towards you, setting his beer down on the coffee table. "What?"

You turned and looked at him, but you got so embarrassed you had to cover your face. "I think I'm in love with Dustin." You peeked through your fingers and were mortified to see Orange's toothy, crooked grin staring back at you.

He shot up off the couch like a rocket. "Hot dog!" He clapped his hands together and you couldn't help but start to giggle. You felt heat rising from your neck up into your cheeks. "This is incredible news! My two best buds are going to fall in love!"

"Orange, Orange, no," you put your beer down next to his and started to wave both hands at him in protest. "You can never tell him. You can never tell anyone!"

Orange threw his hands up as if in disgust. "What?" He asked indignantly. "What are you talking about?"

"No! I shouldn't have even told you! Shit, Orange, what time is it? How much have I had to drink?"

Your blonde friend slumped back down onto the couch next to you, frowning. "I rescind my hot dog."

"It is stricken from the record. Now it's time for you to go to bed and for me to pass out on your couch. Okay?" Orange just pouted at you. "Okay?"

"Fine!"

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The day Drey hit Levi ━━ Levi Ackerman x fem!reader

Summary: Drey gets mad that her older sister has to train Eren and ends up accidentally hitting Captain Levi.

Context: This Levi blurb is based in my own universe of shingeki no kyojin, where, Drey, Helena, Kane, and Circe exist and they have their own ships with characters and their own history.

Warning: Drey's behavior in this blurb can be a bit cringy, because she looks like a spoiled girl, but in reality she's not like that, she's just angry and the reason she keeps going is because of her sister, she doesn't want to see her sister get again because of eren.

Word count: 1676 words

chapter one; 01. the day drey hit levi

When Drey Volkova found out that it would be her sister who would train Eren Jaeger, she lost it.

She didn't really have a problem with the brunette, she could consider him the closest thing to a best friend (as long as Kane didn't hear, because if he did, the platinum haired girl would deny everything. That blonde could be a real pain in the ass), however, she did not buy at all that romantic look that Eren began to throw her older sister.

Come on, you don't fall in love just like that. And after so many years where the brown-haired man didn't say a single decent word to the gray-eyed girl, it was easy to expect that Drey would have some misgivings at the simple idea of her sister fighting hand-to-hand with Eren. With what it had taken for the blonde to get over the young Jaeger, it just didn't suit her.

Looking out the window, her leg bounced up and down as she swallowed the urge to stand up, find Levi and go yell at him for agreeing to Erwin's idea. Of course, she wouldn't gain anything, since all it took was an order from the blond with prominent eyebrows for Levi to pay attention. Obviously, he would ignore Drey's complaints, as much as Levi was in love with her.

The youngest of the Volkovas narrowed her eyes as she watched how Eren held out his hand to a defeated Helena and pulled with more force than necessary. By the walls, what did he want? Kiss her? She clenched her jaw very hard.

"I'll kill him," she murmured under her breath, attracting the attention of the blonde who was cleaning the room.

Kane, like the born gossip that he was, walked from the other side of the cabin room and lowered his head so that he was level with the younger girl. The blond focused his gaze on the couple who seemed to be looking at each other with such magnetism that even he felt the tension.

"And here I thought you and Lena would never fight over male," Kane murmured back. Confused, Drey turned her head and looked up at Kane's profile with a deep scowl. "What?" he apologized, shrugging. "You're obviously seeing someone, I just didn't think it would be Eren."

The minor opened her mouth with great indignation. She looked at her best friend as if she wanted to pluck the strands of his beloved blonde hair and then she pressed her lips together very hard as her cheeks flushed red. In her mind, horrifying images of situations that she had experienced with Levi began to appear, where her boyfriend's face was simply changed by Eren's. No kidding, Drey almost threw up.

"By the Walls, Kane Muller!" Drey yelled, covering her face with both palms of her hands. Her cheeks felt hot and that only put her in a worse position in front of Kane. Of course, no one knew of her relationship with Levi and until that moment, the two had agreed that no one would find out. "No no no! What the fuck you say? Eren and me?! By Maria, Rose and Shina, that's disgusting."

"Almost as gross as when Helena dated Jean."

“Or when you and Kris…Historia,” Drey spoke, brows furrowing.

"Or when you and me," Kane murmured, causing Connie, who was passing by, pretending not to have heard anything the two best friends were talking about, to widen his eyes.

"YOU AND KANE?" The short-haired one snapped, completely surprised.

Drey tensed from head to toe and turned her head. Kane tightened his grip on the broomstick in his hands and turned his head to face the bald man. The two blondes shared a panicked look and then looked at Connie, who was still wide-eyed, as was his mouth.

"Jeez, I thought Drey was dating Eren and you finally got it with Mikasa!" Connie said again, surprise filling his voice. "I never thought that you... God... this scares the hell out of me, is it normal for me to feel this way?"

“Why does everyone think that I would date Eren?!” Drey yelled again, as more images of Eren with the serious expression and the short height of her boyfriend were presented again. “Please just look at that.”

With that phrase said by the platinum-haired girl, the three young people turned their heads towards the window, where Helena had won Eren and was sitting astride Eren's lap and holding one arm painfully above his head. She was laughing at something the brown-haired boy had said and suddenly, Eren turned, leaving Helena on her back on the grass.

With disturbed faces, the three boys turned their heads and their entire bodies, turning their backs to the window with the strange image painted by the couple who were supposedly practicing hand-to-hand combat.

"If I have something against Eren spending so much time with Helena, it's because he doesn't deserve to have my sister in love with him again. He's already done a lot of damage to her and Helena doesn't deserve it. She's human and has a heart of gold "The shorter one spoke, crossing her arms and leaning her body against the window, while the images of Eren pretending to be Levi flashed through her mind again. "Besides, Eren isn't half the man Le..."

And Drey shut her mouth almost immediately.

"which man?!" she demands to know Kane, dropping her broom and grabbing her best friend by her shoulders, shaking her hard.

"Who are we talking about?" Circe's peculiar hair color head poked through the gap between Connie and Kane "Oh my Jupiter! Lena lenita and Eren are kissing!"

As if on command, Drey, Connie, and Kane turned so they could look at their two friends. Helena was static, while Eren held her cheeks. She had red cheeks and if Drey wasn't looking wrong, she was crying, while Eren kept his eyes closed and his lips moved slowly.

"I'm going to rip his nails out one by one, dammit!" Drey yelled, opening the window and jumping out of it.

"And then she wonders why we say she's dating Eren" Circe murmured, watching her friend run towards the kissing two.

"DREY, WAIT, I WANT TO HEAR HOW YOU INSULT HIM!" Kane ran for the front door, being so tall he couldn't jump out the window like Drey had.

"KANE, WAIT FOR ME!" Connie also ran after the blonde "SASHA, HURRY UP, DREY IS GOING TO BEAT EREN'S FACE!"

Circe ran towards the rooms, towards the one she shared with Armin and without saying anything else, she took him by the hand. "We need you, you're the only one who can calm Drey down." Armin stood up and let himself be carried away by the girl he was in love with.

The couple ran quickly. Reaching Jean and Sasha, the latter was dragging Mikasa, who had claimed that she wasn't very interested in seeing how Drey smashed someone's face in, until she found out it was Eren. In everyone's mind, the platinum-haired girl and the brown-haired boy were a casual couple. Sure, Mikasa was glad that Drey wasn't with Kane, although she had to admit that her 10-year-old Mikasa was feeling a bit annoyed.

The group made up of Kane, who waved the broom while shouting insult ideas at Drey, Connie, who seconded Kane's ideas, Circe who held Armin's hand and rushed to get there before Drey hit Eren, Jean who He watched bored and Sasha who was shaking Mikasa, while the black-haired girl tried not to get angry at Kane's enthusiasm for Drey, before long they reached the girl who had interrupted Eren's kiss.

"EREN!" yelled Drey who had quickly resumed her run, starting to run "GET YOUR DIRTY LIPS AWAY FROM MY SISTER YOU DAMN IMBECILE TITAN!"

And she began to run faster, creating an uproar among the group that was half encouraging Drey and the other half telling her to stop. Helena smirked as she saw her sister protect her and took a step back, away from Eren. The brown-haired boy watched his friend with wide eyes and not knowing how to react, the only thing he could do was bend down when Drey's fist was close to touching his nose, however, the green-eyed girl's fist did hit against something.

Suddenly, there was only silence. Suddenly, Helena covered her mouth with her hands. Suddenly, Eren wanted to be able to laugh at Drey and suddenly, the whole group wished they hadn't been there, because Drey had punched none other than Captain Levi right in the nose.

"Damn, I think I left a candle burning, didn't I, Mikasa?" Before the black-haired girl could respond, the taller one grabbed her wrist and they quickly fled the scene.

"Oh, I think I left a candle next to Kane and Mikasa's candle." Quickly, Connie ran out of the situation.

Under almost equally stupid excuses, the rest of the group vanished. Even Helena and Eren, who had claimed to go accompany Historia, since she had fallen asleep and had missed all the drama. When no one was around, Levi removed his hand from his sore nose and narrowed his eyes at his sub-captain.

"May I know what you were doing, Sub-Captain Drey?" Levi questioned, crossing his arms.

She sighed and lowered her head, looking down at her feet like a little girl just scolded. "I was going to hit Eren because he kissed Helena." Levi frowned slightly and Drey hurried to finish explaining the situation, before he thought she had done it out of jealousy. "Because Helena finally got over Eren and it's not fair for him to come and try to win her over like that."

Then Levi stepped forward and placed his palm on his girlfriend's head, who was a few inches shorter, stroking her hair carefully. In surprise, Drey raised her head, looking at him strangely.

"Your strength has improved, little brat" he said quietly. "Keep it up."

Looking around and noticing that they were completely alone, Levi parted Drey's bangs a little and planted a soft kiss on her forehead, before moving forward, however, he stopped and turned slightly.

"Still, you have to clean the whole cabin, you know, for hitting your superior."

“Levi!

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