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damselneedssaving · 14 days ago

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BATBOYS BUT THEY WITNESS A STRANGER PULL F!READER INTO A HUG AND CLAIM TO BE HER BOYFRIEND. FT. MARK GRAYSON! P.T.1

★ TAGS: older!damian wayne, older!duke thomas, everyone is 18+, mention of death, romance, mark is utterly devoted to you, jealousy, lots and lots of jealousy, little bit of dark!batboys, kind of dark!mark too

★ A/N: yes ik the pic is technically the mark variant who wears a shiesty but that's still mark and it's a hot pic so it's staying. anyway that poll on if y'all would read a mark grayson x reader fic alongside the batboys x reader was almost unanimously yes and i'm so happy because of it 🤭

★ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ★ | ★ 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 ★

YOU DON'T KNOW HOW YOU ENDED UP HERE—

—trapped in the embrace of a stranger.

One moment, you're in your kitchen, preparing a nice, hot bowl of popcorn for both you and your house guests—the next?—you're at your door, stood rigid and tight and ever-so-still as your arms are pinned to your sides by another pair. A stronger pair.

A stranger's pair.

The embrace is warm, seeping with this longing you've only ever felt from Dick that one time he returned from a mission that lasted way longer than it should've; that one time he hugged you swearing he'd never let go.

But even then... Dick did eventually pull away.

Something about this stranger's tight grip tells you they won't.

Your name is whispered, breathed out on the tongue of whoever it is holding you as he squeezes just that tad bit more, just that tad bit tighter.

It's strange. You're sure you've never met this man in your life, yet something about his embrace feels familiar, intimate in a way no stranger could ever imitate.

No stranger but this one at least.

You can ponder on it for all but a few more seconds before a new warmth is on your shoulder—this time: a recognisably familiar one—and without being given a moment to even blink, you're yanked out of the embrace of the stranger, vision flooded with the broad back of your dear friend as a click bounces off the walls of your once quiet apartment.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't lodge this bullet between your eyes."

Jason stands before you, finger nestled snug against the trigger of his gun like it's just waiting for the opportunity to pull it, like he's just as eager to give it the command to do so.

The stranger puts his hands up, and it's just then that you realise he's clad in a skin-tight suit. Yellow and blue. With goggles over his eyes.

"I don't want any trouble."

"Yeah?" scoffs Jason, "Well you shoulda thought of that before pulling up at princess here's door."

"[Name], get behind me," Dick calls from further in your apartment, a hand quick to spread out over your clothed stomach and push you even further back than before.

You know by the way your light starts to flicker that Duke's also on guard, and you can't imagine that Tim or Damian are that far off either.

The tension in the room is thick—heavy in the air and just as swallowing—the boys' muscles all taut. It's as though they're ready to lunge the moment just a strand of hair moves out of place.

You try to swallow, but all that goes down your throat is sandpaper.

He catches it though.

The stranger's head tilts ever so slightly after your gulp, just enough so that you're fully in his field of view again.

From under those goggles, you can't really see his eyes, but the way his brows visibly pinch is enough for you to feel the desperation radiating off his form when he speaks your name again.

Dick moves to cover you further. "I don't think so, buddy."

"Look," the man states simply, head subtly moving back up, "I don't mean any harm, really. I just wanna see her."

"Tt." The slink of a sword slipping out its sheath sounds from behind you. "And what business is it that you have with her?"

The stranger tilts his head again, letting out a frustrated grunt when Dick only moves to counter once more. "[Name] please," he whispers, tone uneven, watery and wavering, "it's me: Mark—"

Then he does something unlike your boys, unlike any vigilante you've ever seen really, and he moves his hand up to his mask, slipping it off with the ease and trust of someone not currently at the door of a stranger's house.

"—Your boyfriend?"

You can't even fully observe his face before a bang bounces off the walls of your home.

Your eyes widen, pupils shaking and hand already pushing Dick to the side as you hiss out a severely pissed, "Jason!"

But before you can even think of screaming your heart out at him, of having a go at your friend for shooting an innocent person at your door, your mouth falls agape, muscles tensing just as much as the rest of the vigilantes you know as you catch sight of what you're sure should've been a dead man on the ground.

Except he isn't dead. And he's nowhere near the ground.

In fact, he's floating off of it, brows now furrowed and lips pulled tight into a snarl as he yells, "What the hell, man?! You just shot me!"

"And you aren't dead," Jason replies through gritted teeth. "Why the fuck aren't you dead?"

"Not to worry," Damian replies before the stranger—before Mark—can, "I'll fix that."

All it takes is the lights flickering once more and the sound of a staff whirling in the wind for you to snap out of your little stupor, for you to see and hear and feel everything around you once again.

And once you do, your voice rings clear and final.

"Enough."

The boys tense, forms faltering as their eyes finally leave the stranger to fall on you.

You take a step forward.

Duke blocks your way.

"Duke." Your arms fold over your chest, his name stern and heavy on your tongue.

"[Name]"—his brows furrow—"you can't be serious. This is a stranger. A meta too, no less."

"And you aren't?" You quirk a brow. His jaw ticks. "He hasn't done anything. All he did was hug me."

"That doesn't mean he won't do anything," he retorts stubbornly. "That doesn't mean he can't do anything." Then, his tone softens, brows scrunching a little as he regards you with a look all too warm and familiar. "I don't wanna lose you. Not you."

Your arms uncross, one hand gesturing out as you return his gentle look. "And you won't. I promise. Just let me talk to him."

You can tell he's reluctant, can see it in the way his jaw is still tense and his eyes suddenly can't meet your own. But you also know Duke, and you know that he's a hero—one that, if given the chance, will choose the option of peace over all else.

And so, his shoulders fall, and he steps to the side to allow you through, to which you flash him a grateful smile before taking a step forward...

...only to be blocked by yet another wall, one now back to facing the person floating at your door.

"Jason," you call, but he doesn't so much as spare you a glance. "Jason."

His jaw squares, the only sign you have that he's hearing you.

"Put the gun down."

But he doesn't listen. He hears you but he doesn't listen. Because of course he doesn't listen. You're speaking to Jason Peter Todd, when the fuck does he ever listen?

"Jason!"

"I'm not putting the gun down until he's bleeding on the fucking floor."

The meta snarls at Jason's words, and the latter is quick to return it with his own look of disdain, blood boiling enough for heat waves to be visible in the air around him, for even the hottest lava to envy what courses through his veins.

"Then get out of my way so that I can speak to him."

The man lets out a sound halfway between a scoff and a laugh. "And let him feed you another lie to bring down your guard some more? I don't think so."

"I'm not lying," Mark hisses, floating just a tad bit closer.

"Oh yeah?" Jason tilts his head to the side, eyes glinting in that familiar way it does when he mocks a crook. "Why don't you say that to your so-called girlfriend? Because to me, it doesn't look like she even knows who you are at all."

That seemed to have hit a nerve, because the next thing you know, Mark is lunging forward, and Jason is just narrowly dodging his shove, rolling to the side and letting out another bullet in his direction.

You're only able to blink once before your form is engulfed, covered by the oldest brother in the room as he regards you with soft, gentle eyes.

Yours only scrunch in return.

"Dick, let go of me."

He tosses a glance over his shoulder as another bang rings out. "Don't think that's the best idea right now, princess."

"Dick."

He meets your gaze again.

"It's either you let me go so that I can break up the fight, or you let me go so that you can break up the fight. Your pick."

He holds your gaze for a few seconds, eyes wide and disbelieving. "You can't be serious."

You don't say a word, and he blinks owlishly.

"You're serious."

"Deadly."

"Okay, fuck," he curses, head turning to the side as his eyes all but seem to run through a dozen different scenarios at once, acting more like a computer screen than sclera.

Then, after at least two more seconds pass, he turns back to you, shoulders falling in quiet resignation.

"Fine. Stay here. I'll break it up. You're not going anywhere near that fight on my watch."

You feel the way your shoulders fall at his words, a wave of relief crashing over you like a sudden change in tide as you flash Dick a smile much like the one you gave Duke earlier and he starts to slowly get up with a roll of his shoulders.

"Alright you two, break it up."

Mark pauses, and Jason takes the opportunity to lunge, but before his arms can even graze the meta human, Dick hooks them under his own, and you quickly take the opportunity to put yourself between the three men.

You then proceed to waste no time to deliver a mountain of fury to the man who started the fight.

"Really, Jason?"

He pauses his struggling against his brother.

"I mean, seriously"—you throw your arms out in front of you, scoffing the words on your tongue out in disbelief so heavy, it fogs your vision—"you're a grown ass man, starting fights like a child, over something as small as someone claiming to be my boyfriend?"

He opens his mouth to retort, but purses his lips once you send him a narrow look, opting instead to scoff and turn his head to the side.

"Oh, and don't think I didn't notice you two getting ready to join in, Tim, Damian." You turn your stern gaze to the other two currently armed individuals in the room, and they both mirror their brother's reaction to a tee.

It's funny, really, how they react like children being scolded for something like drawing on the walls rather than grown men who were planning on murdering someone in the comfort of your home.

Or at least, Jason was.

Geez, you really thought you had this talk with him already, that he'd changed his previous ways and swapped out his real bullets for rubber ones, that he'd sworn off killing for the rest of his life.

Guess not.

You pinch your nose, taking in a breath and counting up to ten just like your momma taught you when you were little, just like you always do when your veins get a little too heated for your own good.

Each second in your head is a second the heat flushes out your system—and your muscles unscrew themselves from the stiff boards this whole night reduced them to—until eventually, you can feel yourself finally calming down.

Then you open your eyes again and witness the mess that is your living room, and all that effort flushes down the drain.

"Look"—you find yourself sighing, turning to face the still-floating Mark as you address him with heavy eyes—"Mark, was it?"

In an instant, he lowers himself to your height, and now that there's no goggles in the way anymore, you witness the true extent of the way his eyes stare at you, wide, unwavering, like you're the only one they truly see.

It sends a shiver down your spine.

You swallow air. "...I'm sorry, but I think you have the wrong girl. I've never seen or met you in my life. I don't even have a boyfriend."

At that, his shoulders fall, sagging in a way that has you biting your lip and half-contemplating taking it all back if it meant you'd get to see that look on his face again.

Wait... what?

"Right..." Mark starts, his solemn tone enough to pull you straight out of your thoughts. "Different dimension. My bad."

His words, though muttered, couldn't have been louder to your ears, and you raise your head in time with the rest of your friends, eyes wide and trained onto him.

"I'm sorry..."

He glances up at your voice.

"...Did you just say 'different dimension'?"

TAGLIST: @silas-222, @bloofairyfox, @wiseavenuelove, @inkycapps, @velovicy, @mmentallyelsewhere, @verysynical, @1abi, @bluepartywobblernickel

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nekonaps0 · 15 days ago

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Is Your Girl Single? pt2

✦part1 part3

✦characters: second years + Trey Clover, Rook Hunt, Lilia Vanrouge

✦fem!reader

Ruggie Bucchi

The question barely leaves the guy’s mouth when Ruggie freezes mid bite of his sandwich. His ears twitch. His entire posture goes still… calculating.

“...Huh?”

He turns his head, blinking innocently. Smile sharp, saccharine.

“You askin’ if my girlfriend is single?”

The tone is polite. Dangerously so. The gleam in his eyes says he’s already planning your funeral… and billing you for the shovel.

“So lemme get this straight. You saw her with me. Me walkin’ next to her. Me carryin’ her bag. Holding her hand and everything. And you still asked if she’s single?”

Ruggie laughs. Loudly. Then leans in, voice low:

“She’s about as single as a prey guarded by twenty hyenas. Try your luck, though. I could use a new pair of shoes. Buy her something nice, shehe~”

Later, he teases you with a grin:

“Oi, next time someone tries to flirt, can I charge a fee? Love tax?”

Jamil Viper

Jamil’s halfway through stirring tea when someone taps him and casually asks if his girlfriend is single. He doesn’t react right away.

In fact, he keeps stirring, slow and methodical.

“What did you say?”

He sets the spoon down with a faint clink, then turns to face the fool with the calmness of a man about to commit murder.

“No. She’s not. And it’s incredibly disrespectful to ask me that. Especially when you know I’m with her.”

He smiles, but there’s nothing warm about it. His magic coils subtly around his fingers, crackling faintly.

“Would you like a demonstration of how un-single she is?”

The person backs off, flustered. Jamil brushes imaginary dust from his jacket, then walks over to you, casually slipping a hand into yours like it’s second nature.

“You’d tell me if someone was bothering you, right? Good. I don’t like when idiots causing trouble”

Jade Leech

The poor soul who asks Jade this question never stood a chance.

Jade hears it, smiles kindly, and tilts his head just slightly to the side like a curious bird.

“My girlfriend? Ah… you’re asking if she’s single?” He cracks a low chuckle “she’s taken. It’s a bold question. Reckless, even.”

His smile widens. The hallway seems colder now.

“Let me clarify something.” He leans in, voice velvet and venom “She is very spoken for. In fact, I daresay I’d go to extreme lengths for her. So if you were thinking of pursuing her… well. You wouldn’t get far.”

He stands up straight again, that elegant Octavinelle charm shining through.

“But truly… thank you for your interest. It’s good to know I’ve chosen someone so desirable.”

Later, you get a bouquet of mushrooms and a handwritten note that reads:

“They see what I see. But they’ll never have it.”

Floyd Leech

Oh dear. You know this is gonna be chaos.

The second Floyd hears someone ask if his Shrimpy is single, his head whips around so fast he nearly throws out his shoulder.

“HAAAAH?! What’d you just say about Shrimpy???” He leaned closer to the poor guy

“You CURIOUS if she’s single?! That’s like asking if the sun’s up when it’s burning your face off!!”

He lunges, and the poor person flinches as Floyd grabs them by the collar, holding them just an inch off the ground.

“Shrimpy’s off to the table. Got it?! I’ll squeeze anyone who tries to fish in my part of the ocean.”

Eventually, Jade has to slink over and gently pull Floyd off with an exasperated sigh.

“Floyd, we talked about threatening potential suitors with violence…”

Later, Floyd throws an arm around you and buries his nose in your hair.

“You’re not allowed to look that cute. I’m gonna have to scare off every fish in the sea~”

Trey Clover

Trey blinks slowly. He was in the middle of baking club prep when someone sidled up to him and casually asked if you were single.

He sets down the bowl of batter and wipes his hands calmly on a towel.

“You mean… my girlfriend?”

There’s a long pause.

Trey gives a warm, polite chuckle but his eyes don’t match the smile.

“Huh. That’s interesting.”

He walks closer.

“You know, I try to be a nice. Understanding. Patient.”

“But you just asked if my girlfriend is single. While she’s dating me. That’s kinda rude.”

He folds his arms and leans in slightly.

“Look. She’s not single. She’s with me. Happily. If she wanted someone else, she wouldn’t be mine to begin with. But she is.”

Later, he offers you a cupcake with heart shaped sprinkles and a soft smile.

“You’re the sweetest thing in my life. I’m not letting anyone else have a bite.”

Rook Hunt

Rook was admiring you from a distance when someone made the grave mistake of walking up to him, all casual, hands in pockets, and asked

“Hey, that girl you’re always with… she single?”

He doesn't speak at first. Just gasps…loudly. A hand goes to his chest as if he’s been shot with a poetic bullet.

“Oh là là… you ask if ma chère is single?”

His eyes glitter with disbelief and drama as he paces in a small circle like a detective processing a scene.

“You ask this while I am but a few paces from her, eyes fixed upon her like a hunter to his mark? You ask this while the sun itself dares not shine as brightly as her smile?”

You try to intervene, but it’s too late. He’s in full monologue mode.

“She is not single. She is mine, and I am hers. In this vast world of fleeting glances and hollow hearts, she chose me, and I have vowed to protect and worship that affection.”

Then he turns to the poor soul with a sharp smile, eyes glittering like polished steel.

“If your heart seeks to chase her, beware. I do not miss my mark.”

Later, he takes your hand, kisses your knuckles, and whispers in your ear

“Even if the world lined up to win your heart, my dear, I would stand at the front with a bow in one hand… and your name on my lips.”

Lilia Vanrouge

Ah, the moment the question is asked, Lilia smiles, eyes narrowing just enough to hide the centuries of wisdom and mischief behind them.

“Is she single? Hoh? That’s quite the bold question for someone still breathing.”

He chuckles softly, tilting his head.

“Why do you ask? Planning to woo her away from me?”

The guy started to mumbling excuses, clearly feeling uncomfortable under Lilia gaze.

“Ahhh, I see, I see. Well, allow me to clarify…”

Suddenly, the temperature drops. A strange aura surrounds him. Shadows flicker at his heels.

“The moment she chose me, I made a vow, I must protect her through centuries, even if the kingdoms fall. And I take down anyone who try to take her away from me…”

Then he breaks the tension with a cheeky grin and a wink.

“But do try. I haven’t cursed anyone in weeks.”

Later, when you're walking together, he casually puts his arm around your waist and hums:

“Imagine thinking you’re single. I suppose I’ll have to kiss you more often in public so there’s no confusion, hmm~?”

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superhoeva · 3 months ago

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awkward!simon/pharmacy au part two | part one

"i never got to thank you for your help."

simon jumps out of his lean against the side of the building, cursing under his breath when the cigarette tucked between his fingers falls dumbly to the ground. gulping, he glances at you before averting his stare to settle somewhere on your cheek.

not your eyes, but close enough.

"s'not a problem," he nods slowly, mind blanking on what else he could say. he catches how you shift, unsure of what to do with the silence he's forced to let linger. biting the inside of his lip, simon clears his throat. "'uh, yeah. glad i could help."

you give him a small, bashful smile in return of his words and the man nearly stops breathing. he feels his face flushing once again, and he's lucky you're nice enough to not say anything about it.

more silence. you and simon squirm when you accidentally make eye contact before quickly looking away to the nearest anything. his stare lands on the bag in your grasp, filled with those damn pills and the few other items he saw you pluck from the shelves when you'd caught his eye at least ten minutes before reluctantly asking him for help.

the nerve's rattling simon soon grate into a prickly annoyance. god, you having to waste your money on something like that for someone that simon's certain is sticking it in someone else is nipping away at his sense. chest puffing as he takes in a sigh, his index finger scratches a random spot as the back of his head as he grumbles.

"wish there was somethin' i could do t' help. gorgeous thing like you shouldn't suffer over some bloke like that..."

gorgeous. did he just say gorgeous? he must've based on the gobsmacked fucking look on your face.

shit. he's fucked–and not just because his insides flutter at how wide your eyes are and how satisfying your lips look when they're parted in surprise.

simon blinks at you, eyes reading of horror and a hint of panic. when you open your mouth to sputter out a reply, the man turns and makes a b-line for the side door of the pharmacy that's a few feet away.

employees only is plastered across it and you need to know the code to press on the keypad to unlock it and get in, so there's no way you can follow after him and his red cheeks. great.

what's not so great is how foolishly simon's fingers mash into the buttons as he attempts to escape. it takes two times of the buzzer letting him know he's wrong before he can finally think slowly enough to remember the correct order of the four numbers.

simon sends you one last breathless glance and already knows that the dumbfounded look still plastered across your face–the look that has all his blood rushing downward–is going to haunt him for the rest of the day. he slips back into the pharmacy's supply room, the door clanging loudly behind him.

the man collapses back-first against the metal with a huff, one of his hands reaching to wipe at his eyes.

nice. you think he's nice?

"fuck," he whispers thickly to himself, glancing down and grunting at just how noticeable his bulge is becoming as his mind floods with the thought of you; your lips. your watery eyes. your sweet words. all of you. squeezing at his cock through his pants, he hisses at the throb it generates.

glancing at a nearby clock, simon's thinks. whether the six minutes he has before john will probably come looking for him are enough or not, simon couldn't care less.

he doesn't even bother unzipping his pants, slinking a hand into his waistband with little shame. his eyes roll at the way his palm slicks right over his head, and simon grinds into the feeling with a pleased huff.

good thing he skipped wearing underwear today. and thank fuck he threw on his darker jeans.

#cod x reader #cod x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley imagine #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley #simon riley

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hhoneylemon · 30 days ago

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squeamish neck kisses

mark grayson x gn!reader

content: this is for my 300 followers event! this is the ask submitted for it by @lhester <3

a tapping at the window.

you glance up from your phone at the sound, pausing the video you were watching. a quiet sigh escapes you as you stand. bare feet pad across the room as you approach the window, fingers easily working at the lock.

mark smiles sweetly at you from behind the glass, fingers spread on the windowsill. when you’ve got it open, he floats through and lands behind you.

“a text that you were coming would’ve been nice.”

he sheds his sneakers beside your closet door before turning back to face you. his hair is mussed from the flight to your home, complimenting the way he squints. the wind most likely dried his eyes.

“sorry, sorry. thought i’d surprise you.”

he slinks closer, arms wrapping around your waist. his eyes are soft, even as they blink a few times more than necessary. in the dark of your room, they look more gray than blue.

“mission accomplished.”

he huffs as the words roll from your tongue, leaning in to carefully press his lips to yours. his teeth graze your top lip as he tilts his head, hands toying with the hem of your shirt. you part, giving him an unimpressed look.

“give me a moment to close the window, vincible.”

mark lightly protests, though he backs off so you can turn your back to him. as you shut the window and turn the lock, he saunters to your bed. discarding his zip up jacket, his eyes land on you again. you close the curtains.

you spin and begin treading to your bed. he stops you midway, arms finding their way back around your waist. his nose prods at your neck, running along the soft skin. bumps rise along your skin at the chill of the tip of his nose.

“missed you,” he murmurs. his words dance across your skin like little huffs of breath.

“missed you too.” your whispered response earns a gentle squeeze in hid arms. his hands slowly slide under the hem of your shirt and rest on your lower back.

it’s silent for a moment as he hugs you. it doesn’t last long before his head tilts and his lips are pressed to your flesh. he places open mouthed kisses that leave a suction sound when he parts to land his next.

a breathy sound escapes from your lips as he brushes a certain sweet spot. having heard you, he brushes over it again experimentally. a little laugh escapes you.

now, mark is more precise. he takes note in his mind in which areas of your neck earn what kinds of reactions. after a giggle from the spot connecting your jaw to your neck, his arms tighten around you and he starts his assault.

his lips brush against every spot he can remember, giggles and laughter escaping you. you squirm in his arms, though his grip on you leaves no room for getaway. as an open mouthed kiss is pressed to the spot on the side of your neck, you let out another wave of laughter and your knees buckle.

rather than keep you upright, mark goes down with you. his mind doesn’t move quick enough to think to grab you, though he stops himself from falling on top of you. the groan you let out is enough for him to smile sheepishly.

“sorry.” he’s moving again, rising to his feet and helping you to yours. as you plop onto the bed, he climbs on after you and drapes himself atop of you.

his cheek presses to your collarbone and his arm wraps around your middle. you shake your head, your own arm wrapping around his waist.

“you’re a mess.”

his mouth opens to protest, though it closes as he thinks. you’re right, aren’t you?

“yeah, i guess i am.”

A/N: i’ll admit, not my best work, though i hope you enjoyed anyways. i feel i haven’t written for mark in a while and i would like to get back into it :(

masterlist

#mark grayson x reader #mark grayson #invincible x reader #invincible #x reader #gn reader #male reader #fem reader #fluff #mark grayson x reader fluff

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toxicanonymity · 8 months ago

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THE LEAK

PAIR: billy loomis x f!reader WC: 2200 filthy words SUMMARY/NOTES: AU where billy lives and is acquitted of the murders. he's your sleazy landlord, and he's obsessed with you. big ty to @clawdee for a thot that did a lot. love this moodboard by @aurorawritestoescape for the vibes. WARNINGS may not have full detail. 18+ adult content. stalking and other perv behavior, detailed fantasies of each other (in yours, he's forceful and can lift you), jerking off, dark use of cum, light degradation, (explicit) reference to billy x stu. sex toy, what the ask says, oh and idk, what if he sucked it?

PART 2 HERE

You haven’t saved his number, but you’re starting to recognize it. His text says, you’ve got a leak. gotta come inside sry. Great, so this psycho is slinking around when you’re not there. And what’s worse: you won’t be back for days. He must have seen you packing your car. While you’re trying to remember if you put all your toys away at home, another whoosh from your phone startles you. He’s sent an image. Not of the leak, no… This image makes you hot with the primitive urge to be bred.

The pic is from Billy’s point of view, looking down. It shows the bottom half of his sweat-stained white tank, a peek at his happy trail, and, god help you--a massive bulge in his light-wash jeans. His big, tan fist is holding a wrench. And finally, framed by his poorly-tied work boots, his toolbox sits on your kitchen floor. It’s definitely not the focal point.

You quickly close the picture, but less than a minute later, it’s open again, and you’re zooming in. Your primate brain is saying sit on it sit on it sit on it sit on it sit on it sit on it, and a heartbeat throbs between your legs. Ugggghhhghghgh. Does he have to look like that? Does he have to be so big? Does he have to hold a wrench? Does his belt have to be tilting like something might escape from his jeans? A stiff, veiny vision springs into your mind, and you try to push it away. Your panties are already at slip-and-slide status.

Meanwhile, Billy is making himself at home at your (his) place. He takes his time stalking around your space with the eyes of a predator. It feels like it used to when he wore the mask. There’s something about you that stirs his darkness awake. He’d never stab you, although he doesn’t mind the vision of a knife at your throat.

He walks past your dresser, bypassing your underwear drawer. He’s more interested in the dirty laundry. He pokes through your unwashed clothes and finds something to his liking: a red thong with a white-streaked gusset. He shoves it in his back pocket, but not all the way. The glimpse of red fabric is a nice touch, like a pocket square for his ass. Too bad you’re not there to see it when he squats to look under your bed. Maybe one day you’ll get smart and buy a security camera–one that you control.

Oh, and you didn’t put the toys away, you little vixen. At least not the big dong anchored to the edge of your bathtub by a suction cup, standing proudly with a slight curve. He can't help but smile as he bends over and braces one hand on the tub. He wraps his hand around the shaft and pulls. Strong suction cup.

/// He imagines you straddling the side of the tub and sinking onto the dick. A little “uh!” when it bottoms out. You gently rock on it, then fuck yourself thinking of him, unaware that his is thicker. ///

He palms the growing lump in his pants, then unbuckles his belt. He sighs through his nose and gently grabs his crotch, relieved to have more room for growth.

He squats down, panties hanging out of his back pocket. He sniffs the dildo–smells like silicone. Lame. But he opens his nostrils and inhales deeper as he runs his nose down the shaft and could swear he gets a little whiff of you. He kitten-licks it with curiosity and detects the slightest hint of something tart. Then he licks up the shaft and gives the tip an open-mouth kiss. Billy’s never approached a cock this way before.

/// Normally it’s his meat between someone else’s lips. Always in control. It’s not every day he has a dick in his face, but if he does, it’s usually in sixty-nine. And he’s probably jerking it with his hand, choking it like it might kill him first, letting it slap his open lips with each stroke before catching it in his mouth and straight gobbling it, greedily consuming it, commanding it with his tongue, dead set on flooding his mouth before he shoots his own load down Stu’s throat. ///

He lets one knee down onto the discolored vinyl floor, then takes the head fully in his mouth, hand wrapped around the base. As he lowers his head on the shaft, it becomes apparent this is not just a dong. It’s not going to curve down his throat. It has a rigid core. He inspects the dick and finds buttons near the silicone balls, but when he presses them, nothing happens. It’s dead. Maybe he’ll charge it for you while you’re gone. He’s a nice guy like that.

He returns his mouth to the tip and takes just a few inches. In a few days, you’ll be riding a toy that has traces of his saliva all over it. He sucks hard, harder, then tastes something. It's heady and chemical. He lets most of the shaft out and sucks just the head. He tastes it again. He takes his mouth off the dildo and there’s a little drop of cloudy liquid beading at the dickhole he hadn’t noticed. Holy shit.

He looks around the tub, picking things up, putting them down–how many bottles of shampoo do you need? Some of these feel almost empty, begging to be re-homed to his bathroom. He gets up and searches your cluttered counter, rummaging around, looking for the juice. He checks himself out in the mirror, and his little smirk widens. He looks hot: Biceps swole from working out. Cock straining his unbuttoned jeans.

He snaps a pic before resuming his search. When he looks under the sink, jackpot. A bottle of synthetic “kum.” He unscrews the lid and you sure have used a lot of it. He sees the bottle half-full, ha ha. Until he pours out just little. He'll replace it.

Billy's phone dings with a text from you. Thought this day might never come. Your text reads, all good? Hah. Of course there’s no real leak, aside from his cockhead.

You’re stopped at a gas station. At the moment, you care more about what's in his pants than your complete loss of privacy, so you’re playing along. The urge to text him had been too strong, and now your heart is racing, awaiting his response. When he hasn’t replied in five minutes, you feel like an idiot. . And then you’re just mad. Of course he hasn’t responded. He must be feeling so smug right now. You get back in your car. If you weren’t two hours away, you’d speed home to confront him.

/// As that plays out in your mind, it devolves into a filthy fantasy. When you bust in the door demanding to see the alleged leak, he gets a wild look in his eyes. I'll show you the leak. He charges at you and you don't move. He manhandles you up against the wall, pinning you there while he smells your hair. Oh, he’s strong, really strong, and he’s rock hard pressing himself up against you. You’re dyin’ for this cock, he growls in your ear. Oh, how you wish he was wrong. He’s there to lay pipe, and you want it. ///

Back in real life, you’re staring into space until a van driver's stare snaps you out of it. You find your hand between your legs, heel of your palm pressed against your throbbing front….still parked right there at the gas pump. The man quickly looks away, and your face catches fire. You can’t drive like this. Soaking wet, you get out of your car again. You know the gas station chain has clean bathrooms. Clean enough.

You lock the bathroom door behind you and are confronted with your face in the mirror--wrecked with horny desperation. You wash your hands with that pink scented soap, dry them, then unbutton your shorts. Leaning with your back against the wall, you plunge your hand into your shorts. What a mess-no panties, soaked through. You rub your puffy cunt, then gather some slick and slide it up to your sweet spot for a quickie.

Closing your eyes, you pick up the scene right where you left off, this time grinding your bare, dripping pussy against your hand.

/// You imagine he’s got you up against the wall. He cups your crotch over your obscenely short daisy dukes, then easily slips his middle finger under the inseam for a dip. Found the leak, he taunts as his thick finger pushes into your needy hole. Already got your panites off for me? He tilts his head, making a strand of hair fall in his face. You're dyin' for it.

Don’t - fucking - move, he warns with a glare, then takes his arm off your chest to unbutton his pants, freeing his cock in a hurry. Once his bare cock is grazing your midsection, both his hands end up between your legs. He rips the pathetic, dripping inseam of your “shorts.” Then he forcefully grabs both your thighs and lifts you against the wall.

And just as he’s shoving his stiff cock into you, just when his girth is stuffing you full, the tension snaps in real life. ///

You shudder and your thighs quake and your mouth opens wide with a nearly silent moan. Slowly rutting against your hand with each bursts of pleasure, you hear yourself whisper, billy as your hips slow to a stop.

He knows you want it bad. Of course you want it. He’s him–He was pre-trial detention for a week before he started getting fan mail. Now he’s far from Woodsboro, out of Cali, out in the sticks of a town that’s not even on the map. He’s a nobody with a trailer park. He likes it that way, and he’s still got it. You’re playing hard to get, and that really gets him hard.

Getting a text from you at all feels like a runway traffic controller is waving him in for the kill...so to speak. He doesn't reply right away, but it's not because he's playing it cool. He's just mulling how far to go with his reply. He tucks his erection into his waistband and takes another POV shot with his legs framed by open doors of your under-sink cabinet. The smushed head of his cock barely visible against his abdomen.

Too far? Maybe. He’ll save that one for later. Right now he has something to take care of anyway.

. . .

Ten minutes later, he’s reclining on your bed, edging himself with the kum as lube, open bottle on the nightstand. He doesn’t use your panties, or the pics he’s secretly taken, or the audio he’s recorded from outside the thin walls of your trailer. He doesn’t need anything but his mind, and the fact that when you get off in private, you stuff yourself with imaginary cum. You’re that much of a cumslut. He’s never been so stiff and swollen.

/// It’s so clear in his mind. You ride that cock with one hand braced on the tub, one on your breast. Your eyes are closed and you're moaning. You mutter billy under your breath, fuck, billy, gushing at the thought of him fucking you raw. Your thighs tremble, desperate for his load. Fill me up, billy. When you’re just about to press that button on the dildo, in real life he sits up and grabs the bottle of kum. He brings the open bottle to the tip of his cock.

Then, you press the button and moan please, please. As you begin to fill yourself with his cum, panting yes, more— his whole body shakes. He moans out loud in your room. His thick ropes join the fake cum as he thinks of you blasting more than one load up your cunt. He just knows you don’t stop at one. You don’t stop until you’re spent, and a big mess of his jizz is leaking out of your used, over-stuffed cunt. ///

He loses count of how many ropes he shoots into that bottle. The last of his load dribbles out. He sets the bottle down on the nightstand, take off his sweaty shirt, and collapses on his back, just breathing for a minute, looking at your ceiling.

When he’s recovered enough, he tucks his cock back into his boxer briefs, sits up, and looks in the bottle. His cum is visibly different from the synthetic stuff. He screws the lid closed, holds the bottle near his unzipped jeans, and shakes it in a jack-off motion. He opens the bottle again. “Yeahhh,” he says to the mixture. He’s gonna have to do that again. While you're out of town, he'll be adding a lot more to that bottle.

His phone lights up on the nightstand, reminding him of your text. He slings his dirty shirt over his shoulder on his way back to your bathroom. He puts the bottle back where it was.

Then he takes a mirror selfie, disheveled and flushed, with a visible farmer’s tan. His bare skin glistens, and his belt is left unbuckled.

He sends you the pic and a text: yea just finished

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rowarn · 1 year ago

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HEHE HI HERE U GO <3 HAPPY FRIDAY!!!!!

afab!reader, thigh riding, neglect kink tbh, brat tamer!simon?, soft!simon and mean!simon hehe, maybe a lil hurt/comfort if u squint

"please, si!" you practically sobbed, rutting your hips desperately against his thigh.

simon sat still, lidded eyes cast over your shoulder to the tv that played a soccer match. he huffed through his nose but didn't offer any other verbal acknowledgement to your whines.

you had disturbed him while he watched the game, pawing at him and begging for him to fuck you. he had ignored you completely so you naturally took matters into your own hands. you figured if you got him worked up enough, he would give in and give you attention instead of the stupid tv.

but before you knew it, you were naked and rocking against his thigh. you were the only one between the two of you who showed any signs of being worked up.

and simon? completely ignored you. he refused to offer any assistance, even when you teetered dangerously on your knees and almost toppled over.

it honestly infuriated you as much as it turned you on. maybe it even embarrassed you a little to be ignore like this while completely naked and needy all over him.

he wouldn't flex his thigh to give you anything solid to grind on (although his thigh was pretty firm even when relaxed) and he certainly wasn't offering any words of encouragement to help you along. he simply stared over your shoulder at the tv, acting like he didn't have his sweet little love grinding a nice, wet pussy against him.

he was hard in his sweats; that long, thick cock tenting in his pants. it was the only indication that he even noticed what you were doing.

"s-simon!" you pathetically wailed, suddenly stopping your movements when you realized you most definitely weren't going to be able to cum with him ignoring you like this. you rested your head against his shoulder and tried to quell the intense trembling that wracked your whole body.

under the sound of the cheers on tv, he could hear the sound of you sniffling and crying. he let you sit there for a second until you finally slumped in defeat against him.

you let your breathing come down before you rolled off of his lap and shamefully began to pick up your clothes, completely unaware of the way he now watched you instead of the tv. he could see the dejected little frown on your lips and it made his own quirk up.

you were so cute.

before you could slink away to pout in the bedroom, he caught your wrist in his hand, tugging you back into his lap. you caught yourself against his chest, looking at him in bewilderment. you still had little tears in your eyes, no doubt still nursing hurt feelings from him ignoring you.

"you done bein' a demanding little brat?" he asked.

if you had doggy ears he's sure they'd be flattened shamefully against your head right about now with the pathetic little look you gave him. you nodded your head and normally he'd request verbal assurance but he let it slide.

instead, he shifted his hips and situated you on it once again, your cunt still wet and sticking to the fabric of his sweatpants.

"get to it then," he mutters, fixating his gaze back on the tv. he could see you pout out of the corner of his eye, clearly not feeling as confident as you had before. his hands came up to your hips, kneading the softness there in encouragement before flexing his thigh against you.

at that, you finally started to move, slowly rutting your hips against the firm muscle. with his hands stabilizing you, you freely plucked at your own nipples, rolling the buds between your fingers as you humped him.

you slowly got louder and louder as the pleasure grew until he couldn't hear the announcers on the tv. gritting his teeth, he cupped the back of your head and pulled your face against his shoulder to muffle you. you took the hint, biting down into the fabric of his shirt as your eyes rolled back.

you were so close. and the way he began to bounce his thigh beneath you wasn't helping to slow it down.

you gripped onto him for dear life, arms around his shoulders before pulling your head back despite your intentions to keep quiet and not disturb him any more than you had already. but truthfully, simon didn't mind listening to you cum.

you sweetly called his name, babbling about how you were cumming and how good you felt. he bit back a smile, running his hand down your back to express his unspoken fondness of you.

before long, after a few, sloppy rabbiting movements of your hips, you finally came to a halt. you slumped against him, panting and twitching.

"you done?" he asked, doing his best to sound like this whole endeavor had been a nuisance.

you sheepishly looked up at his profile and nodded your head. but you didn't make any moves to leave him, instead curling against his chest and cuddling as close to him as you could. and he acquiesced, dropping the mean façade in favor of wrapping you up in his strong arms and pressing a kiss to your temple.

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lemonbarb · 2 months ago

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Priceless ( yan! roommate satoru x reader ) 🪬

TW: minors dni, dark content, brief mentions of choking, noncon, implied kidnapping, brief mention of murder, mentions of female anatomy, creampie, satoru being mean and obnoxious per usual.

synopsis: when naivety meets obsession, you find yourself in the jaws of your overbearing roommate. The rent is cheap, but your freedom is priceless.

🪥

Roommate! Satoru who’s been plotting on you for months. Who ditches his luxurious high rise for a classy little apartment close to your new job. Who makes sure that his online ad for a roommate is perfect; too good for you to pass up. Moving to Tokyo brings promising prospects for a cute, fresh, college graduate like yourself, but finding an apartment close to work proves to be nearly impossible until Satoru replies to your inquiry about the spare bedroom he’s ‘renting’ out.

Roommate! Satoru’s apartment is spacious, well decorated and surprisingly within your budget. “Not to be rude,” You start, awkwardly, “-but I’m surprised you’re renting this space out for so low. Is it haunted? Got a secret infestation or somethin’?” You squint as you curiously glance around-waiting for a rodent to scurry across your feet. You didn’t have room to be picky, but it’d be nice to know beforehand.

Satoru clicks his tongue, “…gets pretty lonely out here in the city.” He lies smoothly, fists clenched deep within his pockets, “And no, it’s not haunted or infested…not that I know of anyway.” You hum. It was cheap, he was cool, maybe a little weird, but you could deal with it, and you didn’t know when you’d get a chance like this again. “So…when can I move in?” You ask after awhile, and Satoru has to bite his cheek to stop himself from grinning as he stares down at you from behind black shades. ‘you’re too cute.’ he thinks as he throws a heavy arm over your shoulders. “The sooner the better, doll.”

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Living with Satoru is easy, and despite your initial reservations, he’s not that weird. Yes, he’d occasionally leave his stuff out, or walk around in nothing but a towel—but having him in the apartment made you feel safe. especially when your things begin to go missing. It starts small, your brush or your favorite chapstick; items you could blame yourself for easily misplacing on a routine basis.

Panties, pictures and your laptop? Well, that was a little harder to explain.

Roommate! Satoru is soooo kind though! Helping you look for your things and ruffling your hair when you come to him pleading to make sure the front doors’ locked extra tight. “Wanna sleep in my bed? I don’t bite, promise.” He’d joke, but you’d laugh with warm cheeks and gently shoulder past him. “You’re funny! I’ll see you in the morning, let me know if you see my toothbrush laying around…” And then you’d slink back into your room without ever suspecting the man across the hall…

Roommate! Satoru who regularly puts sleeping pills into your drinks, cooing softly when you slump over on the couch with a soft snore. The expression you make when he slips his hands into your shorts is so precious. especially when your mouth falls open, and he gets the chance to cum on your pretty face. It’s warm as it drips down to your lips, and you wake up the next day wondering why you can’t get rid of the salty taste on your tongue.

Roommate! Satoru a total creep who covers his mouth and nose with your used underwear while he jacks off to nudes that you definitely deleted wayyy before you knew him- who leaves you with hardly any panties to wear and coyly takes you to the mall to get more. “This is a pretty shade,” He says while holding up a tiny light pink pair of lace, “Maybe we can find some in your size.” You grin, completely missing the way his eyes darken at your teasing.

Roommate! Satoru who takes off of work when you’re sick, who coddles you and orders your favorite foods, even though you never specifically told him what they were. You try to ask him to give you space so that he doesn’t also get sick, but he doesn’t care, preferring to stay right beside you as you sniffle, cough and rely on him for everything.

Roommate! Satoru who tries and fails to fuck the thought of you out of his head, you’re driving him absolutely mad. Though, without much remorse, he continues to cum in random women with your name softly falling from his lips like a prayer. Safe to say that he has many one night stands, and you constantly find yourself banging on the wall telling him to quiet down.

He rarely listens.

Roommate! Satoru who never specified if he was comfortable with you bringing people home, I mean, he didn’t much care for your opinion when he was practically fucking the soul out of some rando he’d met at the bar, so what would it matter if you had a little fun for once?

Roommate! Satoru who watches you slink through the door in that slutty dress, tipsy and covered in hickies. he practically pounces on you then, and you swear you’ve never seen anyone so rabid. “How dare you, y/n.” He snarls in your ear, his hand on the back of your neck, shoving your face into the couch cushions as he spanks your ass hard, surely leaving bruises.

You hardly remember being carried to his room after that, and your date seems to have vanished into the night…but the faint specks of blood on satoru’s face tells you that he had something to do with it. Despite your resistance, he manages to rip your bra off completely and as the rest of the alcohol you drank kicks in, your fighting grows weak.

“I didn’t want it to b-be like this, ungh, y’know.” He moans into your mouth, fingers pinching your nipple while his other hand rests heavily against your throat, grip so tight that you can barely breathe. Tears run down your cheeks, but he’s too caught up in grinding into your clothed cunt to notice. “I should’ve just showed you who you belonged to in the very beginning...”

Roommate! Satoru who rips your panties down your legs and stretches you open, practically drooling as you clench and gush around his thick fingers. You can’t stop the moans from tumbling past your lips, the assault on your hot sex is relentless, and as he coaxes an orgasm out of you, you can’t help but sob at the back arching sensation. “Sweet girl,” He coos against your clit, “You look so pretty when you cum for me.” He stares up at you from between your legs, fingers leaving bruises on your thighs as he pries you open.

You shake your head, the room spinning as you slowly come down from your high. A quick slap to your thigh grounds you, and you whine as Satoru slowly begins to grind his fingers into your g-spot again. “You hear how wet you are, baby?” He chuckles at the squelching noises, grinning madly as he watches you struggle against him.

Roommate! Satoru who fucks you so hard you’re seeing stars, eyes rolling into the back of your skull as he painfully drags another orgasm out of you. He’s too much to handle, and your pussy desperately tries to accommodate to his thrusts. “This is mine.” while one hand pinches your clit, the other grips your wrists and rests them on your stomach, creating leverage as he ruts into you. “You’re mine.” He growls, “Say it.” You whine and nod your head-but a slap that sends your world spinning has you stuttering out the words quickly.

“I-I’m yours.” Your lip wobbles as you cry, his eyes are so dark now that you can practically see your reflection in them. “Again.” And it continues on like this until you’re nearly screaming that your pussy belongs to him, that everything you are belongs to him. You blackout soon after he cums, the hot gooey liquid seeping out of your abused hole and onto satin sheets. Satoru admires you for awhile before cleaning you up. Naturally, he puts you in a clean t-shirt of his, but decides to slip your panties back on with his seed still dripping out of you as a reminder.

You awaken that morning, groggy and sore all over. Last night was a blur, but as you look around the unfamiliar room, it doesn’t take long for the memories to come rushing back. You blanch. Your date is probably dead, your clothes are in tatters on the floor, and as you look between your sticky thighs in horror, the bedroom door slides open. Your roommate leans against the threshold with a grin thats unnaturally wide.

“Morning princess. Missing this?” In his hand is your old, missing toothbrush.

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msfantasy-anime · 10 months ago

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Sorry, I’m … married!

Monkey. D Luffy x Reader

Request: An overly zealous marine by the name of Shimoi Zappa is enraptured by your beauty and just will not take no for an answer. Your final rejection comes in the form of a blow to his face which earns you a bounty and DoA wanted poster.

A/n: not my best, but I’m setting up the story to pushing Y/n into the straw hat crew for future adventures.

Part III

It’s been long since you parted ways with your ‘husband’ and the straw hat pirates on the docks that day.

Despite his incessant pleas, to join the crew. You were adamant on having a your own adventure. You weren’t quite ready to give up your freedom to serve in a wanted pirate crew, the world government chasing you until you are caught.

Piracy was always a dream of Sabo, Luffy and Aces, but yours was just to explore the world.

Despite all your reasonings, the tearful parting left you feeling unsure if you made the right decision. The New World is far more dangerous than the redline ever could be, maybe joining a strong and rambunctious pirate crew would’ve actually led to even greater adventures.

You continued to contemplate, your eyes glazed off into the distance sunset horizons as the merchants ship that granted you passage is offloading supplies onto a marine base island.

The captain of the merchants ship encouraged you to explore the island, but the marines on an isolated training island is begging for trouble. All of the officers are hyped up on self-importance, they’re all itching to prove their self worth by dominate any and all around them regardless if it was warranted enough. You’ve traveled enough to know that there are just as many corrupt marines as there are good marines. But you have truely had your fill for a life time and avoid them where possible.

It’s better to just stay nice and close to the ship and leave as soon as humanly possible.

Unfortunately, your train of thought comes to a crashing holt when you feel the intense sensation of being watched.

Springing from your seat, you turn around quickly, to see the creeping figure of a marine, slinking up behind you.

“Oh dear, oh my, what a sight you are.” The tall creepy marine exclaims, his cheeks blushing. “I knew you’d look pretty considering how gorgeous you look with just your back turned! My name is Shimoi Zappa. May I have your name miss?” The marine swoons. His flirtations make your stomach sink.

“Errrrrrm… it’s Y/n.”

“Y/n?! What a beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” He swoons yet again, making you wildly uncomfortable.

“Gee, thanks.” You dead pan, looking towards the merchants ship, begging silently for help escaping this weird encounter.

“Please Miss, my heart has never yearned for another like it has for you. Please do me the honour of becoming my wife!” With one knee to the ground, he snatches your hand and places a weirdly wet kiss along your knuckles.

“UGH! No, thanks anyway.” You try to add politely on the end, whipping the back of your hand.

Falling completely onto his hands and knees, he begins to sob hysterically into the ground. “No?! Why?!” He sobs once again, grabbing your hips pushing his teary eyes into your abdomen, making your squirm in discomfort.

“Sorry, you see I’m…” Your mind reels in search of the perfect answer that won’t offend the creep whilst also strongly reaffirming your unavailability. “Im married!”

“This cannot be, this can’t be! Where is this husband of yours.” He asks, looking around, as if a man would pop into immediate view. Your jaw clenches in irritation, why couldn’t he just believe your words?

“Well, he’s off exploring the world-“

“Without you?! What kind of husband abandons his wife like this?! He mustn’t be a good husband if he leaves you alone out in this world full of creeps.”

“Right…”

“Please reconsider leaving that useless husband of yours and marry me instead.” He begs once again, grabbing your hand once again and giving it a pleading squeeze.

“Listen buddie, shut up about my husband. He’s a great man. Someone as vile as you will never understand.” Your usual amicable nature goes flying out the window. The overbearing flirting was one thing, but no one will ever disrespect Luffy to your face and live to tell the tale.

All commonsense goes flying out the window as you hand a devastating heavy hit to his face, knocking him out instantly.

“Hey Luffy! Come and look! There’s a new pirate bounty out.” Brook exclaims excitedly.

Luffy launches himself with bountiful energy, keen to see his new bounty. Only to be faced with the non other than your bounty.

Monkey. Y/n 100,000,000 berries. Dead or Alive.

“Hahaha! She said she didn’t want to join because having a bounty would make it hard to travel- but the dumby went and got a bounty anyway! Hahaha!” Luffy cackles. “Huh? Hey, did you guys notice that Y/n has my last name? That’s weird- I wonder why they did that.” Luffy questions scratching his head.

“100,000,000 million berries! What did Y/n do?!” Nami asks Brook in horror.

“The article says that Y/n was visiting the marine training island on a merchants ship when she punched a marine after talking poorly of her husband Monkey. D Luffy.” Luffy’s cackle continues until it comes to an abrupt halt.

“What island was she on again? Let’s go pick her up on the way to Big Moms.” He announce with a wide toothy smile.

“Great, maybe we can also steal some food while we are at it.” Nami agrees, returning back to the helm.

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onlinedolly · 6 months ago

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cw: incest, p in v, mentions of cum

you already knew he didn’t like him, it didn’t take a lot to read your fathers face these days. he sat in a large chair, overlooking your boyfriend through a pair of readers. you’d went on a date previously, and despite your grown age, your dad still gave you a strict eleven o clock curfew, your boyfriend making it his mission to be in good graces with your father as he drops you off.

“w-well i’ll get going now,” your boyfriend stutters out as he leans down to give you a nervous kiss on the cheek. you can feel your father’s, erwin, eyes bore into the back of your head.

with a slam of the door you turn around with a pout already expecting what’s coming, “he’s an…interesting fella.” erwin speaks out, a edge in his voice.

“you don’t like him,” you pout out, stomping your foot against the ground and crossing your arms across your chest.

“i didn’t say that.” he says nonchalantly, looking back down at the book he’s reading.

“you don’t have too,” you slink into the living room, sprawling out against the couch next to him. “just be honest.”

he looks up from his book, his eyes scanning the expanse of your body before he sets the book on the table, “i don’t approve if that’s what your asking.”

you sigh out, a bit dramatic, as you sprawl yourself out more, “you don’t approve of anyone!” you whine out, but when erwin gives you a stern look you shut up immediately giving him a look back of remorse.

“that’s correct,” he nods his head like you said the most obvious thing in the world, “i don’t think these guys are good enough for you.”

“why not? they’re all nice enough.” you roll your eyes, sitting up with your knees tucked under you.

erwin leans forward at this, elbows resting on his knees as he shrugs, “they’re boys.”

“they’re grown” you state matter of factly, as erwin stands, sitting close next to you as he brushes some hair away from your eyes.

“they’re still boys, baby.” he hums, petting the back of your hair, “i’d only approve of a man.”

he was sitting closer to you, knees knocking together as you gasp at the way he whispers out the last part of his sentence. something about the way he spoke felt dirty, taboo almost as he leans in to place a kiss to your cheek.

“a man?” you whimper out under his touch, thighs clenched together. “like who?”

okay, let’s get this out of the way and say you’ve always been attracted to your father. it was a deep rooted thought that had lived in your brain, how handsome he was, sharp jaw and hooked nose. so with him this close you it made a fire light from deep within you.

he presses another kiss to your temple, running his hand up the curve of your thigh and he whispers in your ear, “someone who gets you baby girl. someone like me.”

it felt like something had burst inside of you, red hot lust, as you looked at erwin. your fathers eyes hooded as he leans into press his lips to the corner of your mouth. this was a long time coming, you’d thought. you weren’t oblivious of the way your father looks at you, up and down regularly taking you in like he was a starved man. his lips felt hot against your skin as he kisses you again, the other corner of your mouth. before finally leaning in and placing a kiss to your lips.

the kiss was soft and hot, an immediate reaction as you kiss him back with passion. the kiss is deep, immediate tongue as teeth clink together. you run your fingers through your fathers hair, messing up the usual gelled style. he works his way down from your lips to your neck, open mouthed as you felt his drool wet your neck.

“be a good thing and lay down.” he speaks, moving your body so your sprawled back on the couch and he climbs over you, placing his leg between yours making them part. “i’ve needed this for so long.” he speaks honestly, leaning down to kiss from your neck to your collarbone.

“dad—“ you gasp out, legs spreading even wider as you hear his belt unbuckle. his cock springs out and it’s large and heavy as it hits against your thigh and you almost mewl looking at it.

unbeknownst to your father you weren’t a virgin, but your never seen anything this big. you shuddered, not sure how you would take it all. to that he laughs, running his hand through your hair as he harshly grips your face between his larger hand.

“don’t pretend to be scared now baby, i know what little whores like you get up too.” he laughs and you look at him in disbelief. whore? so he knew. this whole time. you shudder at the thought of him knowing, how your late nights out at a friends or after school activities were facades he saw right through. he brought his hand down to push your shorts and your panties to the side, relishing in the slick covering your bare cunt.

before you know it, with no prep work, he’s pushing himself inside of you. it’s ripping you open as he bullies himself inside your cunt, your drooling around him as he bottoms out inside you with a grunt.

“better then i ever imagined baby— fuck.” he moans, beginning a slow pace, nice enough to get you used to him.

“needed you so long, dad.” you’re already rambling out, blissed in the way your walls form around him.

“did ya baby? is that why you brought them home? those—“ he thrusts hard then, enough to send a yelp out of you. “boys.” he says it as if it’s a fact, as if the reason you entertained anyone of the male sex was to curb your desire for him, and you suppose that’s not inherently untrue, especially when your moaning with his cock ramming into you at a rough pace.

he was close to cumming, you could tell in the way his body twitched and you panted at the thought of him cumming inside you. he answers your prayers, stuttering his hips as he feels you with seed. it sends you into your own orgasm, clenching around him as your body shakes.

he’s grunting, howling like an animal as he fills you up, it feels endless until he stops and he’s pulling out of you. placing a kiss to your forehead, “no more boys, hm?”

#— mars rambles ^ ^#tw.dark content #ೃ mars writes !#tw.incest #erwin smut #attack on titan #erwin x you #erwin x reader #aot erwin

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whumpthefuck · 4 months ago

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I love fear in Whump.

Whumpee shaking and crying when whumper enters the room. Whumpee is already making themselves as small as possible before Whumper even has a chance to do anything.

Whumper is just existing in the same room as Whumpee, and Whumpee is on the verge of tears in fear.

Whumpee so terrified of whumper that after they get rescued when they hear someone who just vaguely sounds like Whumper they break down into a panic attack. Tears streaming down their face like they're back in captivity again.

Whumpee's who flinch at fast movements and who are quick to apologize because they're so used to someone being constantly mad at them that it's reflex at this point to say they're sorry.

Whumpee who acts like a feral cat that's been brought inside for the first time when they get rescued. They stay in their room all the time, unless it's late at night, and they're sure caregiver is asleep or if caregiver leaves the house. Even then, they only leave to grab some food. Maybe Caretaker leaves food marked for Whumpee in Tupperware in the fridge, or maybe Whumpee just grabs whatever shelf stable food they can before sprinting back to their room, back to safety.

Whumpee who's so used to captivity that making their own choices, what to eat, what to do, when and how to clean, when to go to bed is so incredibly overwhelming. That they just end up lying in bed practically comatose, until Caretaker tells then what to do and how.

Whumpee that slinks around corners and exists in the shadows because even if they know caretaker is nice, and won't hurt them. They can't help their reflex to keep themselves out of view, out of the way. Quite and hidden is safe.

Whumpee having a full-blown panic attack & meltdown, the first time caretaker becomes genuinely upset at Whumpee. Whumpee is crying and hyperventilating, they can't see straight, and they can't get themselves to say anything but 'I'm sorry!' or 'Please don't hurt me!'.

#whump prompt #whump community #whump #whumpblr #whumpee #whump idea #writing #caretaker #fear

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primehyuck · 2 years ago

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dress

this is the hair, the face, etc

aka Mark thinks you look really pretty tonight (very “only bought this dress so you could take it off” / “can we hear it for the dress” esque )

word count: 3.5k

contents : pretty much pure smut, pussy worship, soft dom mark, oral (f receiving) , body worship - mark thinks you’re REALLY REALLY pretty, mirror sex (kind of), lots of pet names, established relationship, mark seduced me as i was writing this

“Don’t you look pretty?” Mark smirks at you from where he leans against the door frame and you smile softly at him in the mirror, taking off the jewelry you’d worn to dinner with your friends that evening. You place the items gently inside the white vanity he’d had made for you when you moved in together the year before.

“Thanks, baby.” you take him in, fresh out of the shower in sweats and a big t-shirt. He looks too hot for his own good, his hair the longest it had been since you’d met, freshly bleached strands curling over his eyes.

“Did you have fun?” He slinks up behind you, warm fingers toying with the thin strap holding your dress in place, his left hand shutting the top of the vanity before pressing heavy to the front of your hip.

You nod “It was nice to have some girl time, as much as I love spending evenings with the boys.” you scrunch your nose earnestly, thinking of Mark’s best friends who had treated you like family since day one.

“I’m glad, though you should have seen the look on Jisung’s face when he learned you’d be at dinner with your old roommate and he was stuck cooking for the rest of us” he murmurs and you can feel the smile on his face as he rests his cheek on your shoulder. The combination of his warm breath on your neck and thick lashes blinking over your skin makes you shiver “I was sad that I missed you before you left.”

“We ended up going for a cocktail before dinner,” you reach up to thread your fingers through his hair and he lets go of the dress strap to trace up the inside of your arm. Mark turns his head to press his lips to your shoulder, pretty brown eyes blinking at you in the mirror once before skimming down the reflection of your body.

His gentle fingers drifting over your arm make your skin tingle and you can hardly breathe when he grips your bicep firmly, supporting your arm as he kisses over the shape of your shoulder, all the way to your elbow and back up again.

“Is this new?” He mumbles, the hand on your hip moving to tug at the hem of your dress. You nod, and he smiles before guiding your raised arm down to rest at your side, fingers lacing through yours. You watch in the mirror as he drags his nose into the crook of your neck, tilting your head to the side to make space for him there.

“Pretty,” his eyes catch yours in the mirror again.

“You already said that.” you tease weakly, failing to keep your breathing under control.

“My bad,” Mark chuckles quietly, left hand stretching to rub your thigh, no effort needed to hike the short dress up enough to expose your panties “I mean, you look gorgeous. Good enough to eat.”

You're surprised your knees don't buckle when he shifts his hand between your thighs to cup your clothed core.

“You think?” You mumble, turning to face him rather than his reflection. He blinks slowly at you, nodding once before his lips are on yours.

His kiss fills your lungs and you both moan. The fingers that were warming your core finds your shoulder to spin you toward him without loosening his grip on your hand. He presses you against the vanity, free hand finding a home on the back of your neck while he brings your joined fingers down, rubbing over where his cock strains against his pants. Your dress rides up to your hips when he pushes your ass firmly onto the surface of the custom table, lanky fingers digging into your skin.

“You’ll have to let me take you somewhere in this, love showing you off” he mumbles against your lips before trailing his own over your chin and down your throat “somewhere I can fuck you while you're wearing it.” You feel his cock jump at his own words, arching your chest into him when he licks gently over the swell of your breast on display beneath the low cut neck of the dress.

“Anytime,” you gasp, the hand not pressed between your bodies pulling gently at his hair in an effort to bring his mouth to yours again. He complies easily, pushing your intertwined knuckles into your clothed pussy and you feel him rut against your forearm at the damp spot growing there.

“Shit, the thought of me fucking your perfect pussy in public turns you on that much?” He stops kissing you for a second to tease meanly before taking both of his hands away from your body and you have to plant yours on the vanity to stop your head from banging into the mirror behind you.

“I want you to fuck me now” you pout, reaching pathetically for the fabric of his baggy clothes, but he’s just out of reach. You huff at him, quickly going for your own dress.

“Be patient baby, please. You’ve been able to see yourself all night.” he tuts, having to step between your legs to hold your wrists still “let me spend some time with the dress, too.”

You whimper when he drags your hips to the edge of the sleek wood to grind you against him, “Fuck, you drive me crazy.”

You take advantage of his hands being on your hips to wrap your fingers through his damp hair, dragging his mouth to yours. Mark’s hands are everywhere; pulling your dress up to your waist, leaving hot prints in the wake of his fingers, gliding over the skin of your thighs before hooking beneath your knees to keep your legs open. When you try to wrap your arms around his neck he easily pulls out of your desperate grasp, but you can see the wanton look in his heavily lidded eyes.

“Gonna make you feel as good as you look,” he rasps and you nod eagerly. His fingers drag over the straps of the dress before deciding against it, leaving your upper body covered “If that's even possible.”

He pulls you off of the vanity and guides you to the bed, keeping your body flush to his until he lays you back onto the mattress. The mirror hanging on the wall above the desk tilts down so you can see your reflection from the edge of mattress, the way Mark had specifically designed it.

“That’s better, want you to watch.” he smiles, glancing behind him to make sure the only part of yourself you can't see is what he's blocking with his own body as he drops to his knees between your legs. He rubs the heel of his palm into your clothed center, fingers digging into your pubic bone while he peppers kisses up your legs. His hand keeps your hips from bucking up when he licks heavily into the crease of your thigh before he moves his palm to press a wet, open mouthed kiss to your underwear. He sucks the fabric between his lips before his strong fingers pull your underwear up tight against your pussy to perfectly outline your already engorged clit and Mark’s cheek rests heavily where his mouth had just been on your thigh.

“Shit, baby.” he groans, stretching the fabric of your underwear in his fist, shifting it side to side and watching your lips move with it “I did this to you?” he asks gruffly, face sliding further up your leg until you can feel his breath on your soaked core.

You choke out a weak affirmation as he releases your panties, moaning when the stretched out fabric sticks to you. Your whole body shudders when he leans forward, nosing over your clit and inhaling deeply, dark lashes fluttering prettily against his cheeks.

“Mark, please-“ you gasp when he opens his mouth fully over you, dragging your panties away from your skin with his teeth and sucking at the ruined fabric.

Sometimes Mark feels a little pathetic between your legs, completely intoxicated, essentially trying to drink the taste of your pussy off of your underwear. The fact that he's so desperate for you, and yet he still has complete control never fails to inflate his ego, and as always it has his dick straining painfully against his sweats.

He moves the limp fabric to the side and uses two eager fingers to pull you apart, exposing your clit and Mark swears he sees it pulse, the idea making pre-cum leak from his dick like a broken faucet.

“Could stare at this pretty pussy all day,” he murmurs, not even looking up at you “but then I wouldn’t be able to taste it.”

You both let out sighs of relief when his tongue finally makes contact, laving over your wet folds. He moves urgently, wanting to touch you everywhere but settling with one hand palming gently over your inner thigh, the other keeping your hole open for his tongue to fuck into. When you open your eyes to look down you see his own closed gently, blissed out as he sucks your clit into his mouth.

Your eyes flicker toward the mirror, gaze following the firm circles Mark is tracing into the skin of your thigh, the callouses from hours of guitar make goosebumps rise on your skin. You wish he’d take his shirt off, the black material stretches over his strong shoulders as he moves his mouth over your pussy. You lace your fingers through his blonde waves, his moan vibrating through you when you tug at his scalp. He moves his mouth over you with intention, wetting his chin and nose as he buries into you, never spending too much time in one spot in an effort to spend as long between your legs as possible.

“Fuck, baby, I’m already so close.” you gasp, the few minutes of teasing wound you up like a clock, the gentle flick of his tongue over your clit enough to make your entire body shake. He looks up at you, blonde curls getting caught in his lashes. The deep brown of his hungry eyes is almost enough to make you cum until he suddenly pulls away.

“No, no, no,” you wiggle yourself toward his mouth and he has to close his eyes for a moment to restrain himself, wanting almost nothing more than to make you cum on his tongue over and over and over.

“Needy girl,” he leans away from you and you whine again until you realize it’s to tug his shirt off and toss it to the side. Both hands press back into your legs as soon possible, rubbing over your shins and thumbing into the pit of your knee before gliding up your inner thigh.

“You’re teasing me.” you pant, your own hand threatening to sneak down to rub over your spit soaked clit but he stops you, glaring.

“I don’t think so, baby.” he deadpans “you can make this easy or you can make this hard.”

“I make you hard.” You smirk, attitude overpowering your need to orgasm and Mark tilts his head in surprise.

“You know eating your pretty pussy does more than just make me hard.” He raises an eyebrow, reminding you gently of all the times he’s cum from grinding into the mattress while going down on you “makes me fucking crazy.”

Your breathy laugh turns to a moan when he puts his mouth back on you, nose buried in your skin. He drapes your thighs over his bare shoulders and it takes what feels like less than a minute of his tongue rolling over your clit to get you right back to where you were. You groan angrily when he pulls away again.

“Why?” you can barely get the word out, feeling your legs move up as your boyfriend shrugs beneath them.

“I told you to watch” his arms reach from around the outside of your legs so one hand can push your chin, directing your eyes to the mirror while the other drifts over the soft silk of the dress that might as well be suffocating you. You watch the muscles in his back flex, your toes pointing to dig into his shoulder blades.

He follows your gaze, guiding your leg down onto the mattress and shifting his tosro out of the way so you can see yourself, swollen and wet from the torment of his mouth.

“Tell me what you see.” He commands softly, the hand supporting your leg moves quickly to rub over your soaked center and you blush when you realize you can hear his fingers gliding over you. You both watch the reflection of his middle and ring finger slowly pushing into you. You’re so wrapped up trying to keep your eyes from fluttering shut that you barely notice the way his breathing quickens, mouth dropping open slightly, cock twitching as your pussy sucks his fingers in.

“I see you-“ you begin to choke out but he shakes his head, crooking his fingers up into your g-spot and cutting you off.

“No baby, tell me what you look like.” He turns his head to kiss the thigh still draped over his shoulder, fingers hooking up and dragging over your g-spot at a painfully slow pace.

“I look, fucked,” you moan when he nibbles at the soft skin his lips just passed over “desperate.”

“Hmm, what else?” He dips his head in to press his swollen, pink lips to your clit, smiling when you squeak weakly “tell me what I want to hear, angel.”

“I look,” you whine again, back arching off the mattress when he takes his fingers out of your fluttering walls in favor of rubbing them over your clit, so gently you’re not even sure you’d be able to feel it if you weren’t so worked up “pretty.”

You watch the back of his head nod in agreement, stroking his fingers over your clit in a lazy circle before dipping down into you once and traveling back up.

“That’s right,” He coos, free hand groping at your tits, thumb brushing over your perked nipple as best as he can through the layers covering your upper body “what makes you so fucking pretty?”

“My mouth,” you whimper, relief washing through your body when he keeps his fingers inside of you “my tits,” your hand reaches to cover his and he smiles up at you, expectant eyes waiting for one more answer “my pussy. You make me feel so pretty, Mark.”

His chin and nose are covered in your slick, moaning at the taste when he licks over his lips, forehead falling weakly onto your pubic bone, rubbing his nose against your throbbing clit as he nods in agreement.

“My gorgeous girl, every part of you is too fucking pretty for me” He moves back to face your body again, taking his fingers from your pussy and replacing your knee over his shoulder, reaching up to meet his other hand on your chest. He palms at your breasts through the dress, shoulders breathing heavily beneath your legs while he curses himself for not at least taking your bra off, dying to tug at your nipples beneath the silky fabric. Sometimes his attempts to edge you become self-torturous, but the way your whole body shivers when he rubs his nose into your clit harder makes it worth it.

You test his patience by pushing at his head, trying to get his mouth back where you want it and he concedes, but let’s go of your breasts to traps both wrists in a single hand. His pink tinged cheeks make your heart skip a beat as you watch him rub his face in your pussy, sucking your clit into his mouth eagerly before licking back down into your hole.

“Please, please, please,” you beg and he looks up at you with those pretty brown eyes when he hears your teeth chatter, pulling away with a moan that makes your back arch toward his mouth. He drops your wrists, unable to stop himself from palming over his pants, pre-cum forming a wet spot on the crotch almost as soon as he dropped to his knees for you.

“I got you, baby.” His voice is barely audible over the ringing in your ears. He uses the hand that isn’t on his dick to spread you as far apart as his fingers can manage “fuck, look at that pretty clit.” he’s sure of it now, your clit is literally pulsing, body begging for an orgasm that he can’t wait to taste. He glances up at your shivering figure, straps of your dress fallen off either shoulder, chest rising and falling dangerously quick.

A cool blow of air through his pursed lips surprises your system, entire body spasming as your orgasm hits. You think you hear your boyfriend’s “no fucking way” before his tongue starts fucking eagerly into your dripping pussy, pressure from his nose on your clit making sure the orgasm lasts so long you have to push him away.

“That was fucking incredible, I didn’t even touch you” Mark stands, stripping off his pants and forcing himself into you before you have the chance to take a breath.

“Oh my god,” you gasp at the same time he chokes out “so fucking tight”, making quick work in stripping you to rub his hand over your chest. His head falls back, mouth falling open when the aftershocks of your orgasm make you squeeze around him.

“Kiss, please.” you have pins and needles in your fingers when you lift them to his shoulders, pulling him toward you eagerly to catch his mouth. A sturdy hand cups your cheek, kissing you deeply as he begins to move his hips. His tongue is hot and heavy on yours as he fucks into you, catching every short inhale in his mouth. You want to cry when he pulls away, but are quickly overwhelmed by how fucking good he looks.

His strong chin juts out when he stares down to where his cock slides in and out of you with eyes so heavy you’d think they were closed if he didn’t mumble something about “your pretty pussy was made for me, so fucking wet”. His abs are drawn in tight, your arousal shining on the skin of his lower stomach and you reach out to touch him, dragging your fingers over the dark patch of hair growing below his belt line. He slows his assaulting pace to lean into your touch, grabbing your wrist and drawing your slick soaked fingers up his chest and into his mouth, sucking lewdly and shutting his eyes. His hair is a mess thanks to your desperate hands, sweat dripping down the side of his neck.

“So fucking dirty baby, know I'm addicted to the way you taste,” he grunts, dropping your hand in favor of spreading your legs as far as he can “the way you feel.” He slows his hips almost to a stop, dragging his cock out of you intently, listening to the sopping suction sound you make together when he slides back inside just as slow.

“Hear that, pretty baby, how much your pussy needs me?” eyes focused on where the angry, pink head of his cock prods at your entrance “can’t believe you’re real, and you’re all mine.”

“All yours,” you whisper, not trusting your voice “all yours.” his lips pull up smugly, but his eyes shine with adoration as he brings his thumb up to your mouth and watches you eagerly suck on the digit before dragging it down your quivering stomach to land on your clit.

“That’s right,” he can’t help the deep groan that tears from his chest at the look on your face when he starts to rub in smooth circles, your eyes fluttering shut “shit, you’re so fucking pretty. Look at yourself, want you to see what I see.”

He forces your eyes toward the mirror, hips picking up speed again while his thumb stays working over your swollen clit.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum baby. Always make me feel so fucking good.” you moan at his words, thighs clenching around his hips “need you to cum with me, show me that you can take it all.” he practically begs, and you feel white hot pleasure shoot up your spine, the pace of his hips and thumb on your clit working easily with his hot words in your ear.

You make a noise between a moan and a scream, nails leaving indents in his shoulders, grinding your hips up toward his sloppily. His bicep shakes under his weight, fucking into you viciously, eyes focused on the blissed out look on your face that he knows is because of him.

“That’s it, take that fucking cock baby, take it.” all you can hear beneath his words is static sound when you feel him tense before he thrusts into you for a final time.

You can’t even hold your eyes open when he drops to his forearms to grab your flushed cheeks, kissing you lazily, letting you melt into him while he softens inside of you. You hum happily when his soft lips drag over your nose and cheeks, compliments falling on ringing ears and for a second Mark is nervous that he broke you.

“You okay, baby?” he rubs gently at the mascara smeared under your glazed over eyes and you smile softly up at him with a nod

“So good,” you assure him, lifting your neck to kiss him again and he happily obliges, laughing against your lips as you cage him in with your legs when he tries to pull out, murmuring a genuine “don’t go.” that makes his heart flutter in his chest.

“Not going anywhere, don’t worry.” he promises.

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masterlist

#mark smut #mark lee smut #mark fanfiction #mark lee fanfiction #nct dream smut #nct smut #nct 127 smut #nct dream fanfiction #nct fanfiction #nct 127 fanfiction

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machveil · 7 months ago

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GuardDog!Simon Riley x Puppy!Reader x Mutt!John MacTavish thoughts? they’re all just coded that way to me hmmm (a bit of a longer post, whoopsies)

CW: ambiguous relationship dynamic - up to your interpretation, size difference, “Pup” and “Puppy”, Simon x Reader x Johnny

GuardDog!Simon Riley who’s just on the border of being a hair too protective over you. can you blame him? in his eyes you’re just a little thing that needs him - Simon’s puppy who needs to be safeguarded. he shields you from strangers, blocking their view of you with his broad body. he has half a mind to snarl at them, bare his teeth and fight tooth and nail for you. he’ll drape his jacket over you, make it known that you’re with him

Mutt!Johnny who’s excitable around you, always has his big, rough hands holding or resting against you. he’s not as openly intimidating as Simon, but his possessive streak rivals his. while Simon aims to guard you, drape you in his clothes and scent, Johnny will happily bite and nip on your skin in public. grubby hands pawing at your hips and waist, sloppy, uncoordinated kisses pressed to your cheeks. when someone approaches you Johnny will slink up behind you, hands resting over your tummy as he smiles at the poor stranger, chin resting on your shoulder

GuardDog!Simon Riley who begrudgingly lets you wander off in shops you like. he’ll stalk behind you from a distance, always keeping an eye on you - never too far out of reach in case someone approaches you. he’s oblivious to how it looks - his massive figure, dressed head to to toe in black, following a cute little thing like you around. oblivious to how employees and shoppers stare at him, he’s scared a couple people before for approaching you. they were just concerned about the man following, you sweetly explaining how Simon is with you, a good dog, making sure you’re safe

Mutt!Johnny who has no shame, will grab you by the fat of your hips and sit you down on his lap. you’re not getting up, his arms locking around your waist as he kisses your neck - his scruff grazing your skin lightly. “Bein’ a good pup?”, he asks, delighted when you squirm. you’ll get up when Johnny is ready to, even if it means being stuck in his lap for a couple hours. he won’t neglect you though, makes sure you have snacks and a drink, keeping himself busy by petting your hair, gently scratching at your scalp as he relaxes. it’s nice, right bonnie?

bonus Hound!Price x Puppy!Reader thoughts

Hound!Price who sees you, his cute little puppy, and keeps his gaze trained on you. it’s hard to get his attention off of you, stalking up behind you to hug your waist. just a little thing, swallowed by his frame as he holds you. it’s less for your enjoyment and more for his, pressing kisses to the nape of your neck, his scruffy beard tickling your skin. he’ll ask about your day, who you saw, what you ate - he just wants listen to you

Hound!Price who loves the smell of your shampoo and body wash, who would drown in your scent if he could. perfume or cologne, he’ll spray your preference on you in the morning before pressing his face to your neck. he soaks it up, hugs you so your scent rubs off on him, keeps him company throughout the day. if you’d rather though, Price isn’t afraid to pull you into the shower and use his shampoo and soap on you, hands gently massaging the suds against your skin. he won’t stop until you reek of each other

CW: Fem!Reader, uuh Ghost x Reader x Johnny again<3, Simon guiding(?) Johnny, Mutt!Johnny just gets so excited, oral (Fem!recieving)

GuardDog!Simon Riley has one job, making sure you’re kept safe and happy. he doesn’t know a better way of doing that than propping you up on his lap, sitting pretty with your legs spread. back pressed to his chest as he presses a firm kiss to the back of your head. lazily rubbing circles over your clit, dipping down to slide his middle finger into your cunt, only to stop and thumb at your pearl again. eyelids drooping as he listens to you whine, soft little moans coaxed out of you by his hand. Simon who beckons Johnny over, haphazardly rubbing his palm against your slit

Mutt!Johnny who kneels on the floor, pupils dilated as he nips at your thighs. gaze glued to where Simon’s hand is, messily spreading your slick around. when he pulls his hand away you can’t complain, not when his hand moves to grip Johnny’s mohawk. a muffled groan, Johnny can’t help but squirm as Simon guides his face between your thighs, lapping at your cunt. no technique or thought behind his movement, drool and spit mixing with your cum. you can’t be mad at him, not when he’s desperately moaning against your heat, nosing at your clit without knowing

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superhoeva · 2 months ago

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“you’re in my spot.”

robby only grins from his kneel in front of your chair, tongue slathering your clit in a wet glob of slobber. you curse, leg hanging helplessly in the air and gripping the sides of your chair for dear life. you can’t even find the manners to greet the grey-haired man as he slinks his backpack off his shoulder, the suckle of robby’s lips making it too hard to think.

“not my fault you took the long way here,” words muffled by he shrugs, hand creeping up to tug at one of your nipples.

“he bein’ nice to you?”

your head shakes lazily, face frowning into a pout that has jack smirking in his hang over you.

“n—fuck, no,” you whine, back arching with a squirm when robby purposefully drags his tongue up your slit a little harder at your answer. “no, he won’t let me come—“

“i don’t know what she’s talking about,” robby flicks his eyes to abbot then back to you before giving your swollen bud a soft suck. “you can come any time you wanna, sweetheart.”

you groan in half-bliss, half-annoyance, your lash line shining with frustrated tears as you turn to jack.

“he keeps stopping. right when i’m about to—ugh. fuck, see?” your whine to jack is covered up by robby, who’s pulling away from you with a giggle.

your head tosses back with gritted teeth, robby and abbot sharing a little look. the former just shrugs while you’re not looking, lips shining as they bend into a smirk. jack shakes his head, trying not to laugh before guiding you to raise your head. his lips dance down your jaw, fingers finding home in flicking one of your hardened nipples.

“so he’s not being very nice, huh?” the question at your ear is low but still heard by you and robby. as you shake your head, a shiver runs corses you.

jack’s hand sinks lower, dragging across your stomach, stopping to press tenderly just above your mound before thumbing at you’re clit.

fuck, robby must’ve done a number on you, ‘cause you’re soaked. jack’s fingers barely have to brush you for them to be covered in your slippery slick. he raises them to his mouth to lick it all off, circling them right back around your clit as you moan a loud curse.

“let’s see if this helps, yeah?” jack speaks lowly next to you, a silent conversation with robby happening easily. the man still on his knees in front of you takes the hint, kissing your thigh and sinking his tongue back inside you. “maybe this’ll make it a little easier, baby.”

the men work in perfect tandem. robby flicking and gliding his tongue deep into your hole just beneath your clit, nose bumping the tips of jack’s fingers every now and then.

eating you hungrily, robby groans, eyes rolling a little when he peeks up to find you sucking on jack’s tongue with a quiet mewl every time he pushes it into your mouth. reaching down to palm his throbbing cock, robby licks you faster. following the pattern abbot’s rubbing against you with a perfect precision.

the three of you are a mess of moans, a few growls even rattling from abbot when your teeth nibble at his lip.

“help me get her there, mike,” jack pants against your lips, bicep bulging as he works you. robby obliges, eyes closing and letting the sounds oozing from you take over his mind. you’re buzzing, thighs shaking and hawing for any kind of air.

“i’m coming,” you rush out and the men groan. “fuck, i’m coming.”

that you do, robby having to hold you steady as you body nearly trembles itself out of the chair, jack also letting you lean you weight against him while you sob into his mouth.

“that’s a girl,” robby mumbles, hot pants rolling across you. he dips his tongue into again, yanking it upwards to dance along side abbot’s fingers as they both help you through it. “that’s it, baby, keep soakin’ me.”

it takes a long few minutes for you to calm. jack’s touch has slowed and and robby’s tongue has lightened, but their touches still ride you high.

“see,” jack declares, pecking your cheek. “just needed a little teamwork, that’s all.”

robby chuckles, hands rubbing along your tired legs. jack studies him, eyes squinted.

“don’t forget to ice your knees, you grandpa,” he tells the man quietly, and even in your post-orgasm haze, it’s pretty funny. robby rolls his eyes with a smile, trying not to wince at the pain shooting through them already.

“fuck off, john,” robby gripes, straightening to pull the other man into a wet peck. it lingers for a long moment before robby pulls back with a grimace. “and, yeah, go grab the ice. please.”

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backtothedrawingboard · 27 days ago

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Cramping

Jax x Reader

Summary: You're in misery once again. Luckily, you have a friend who's willing to help.

CW: Y/N is in intense pain from menstrual cramps. If it makes you uncomfortable, please do not read.

TW: None

AN: This prompt was given to me by a friend. Enjoy! :)

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You stumbled to your room in a hurry. Nothing was gonna stop you. Even if it meant you had to run people over.

You panted heavily as you reached your door. It felt like an eternity to turn the handle, but it finally opened and toppled you into the room. You quickly caught yourself and slammed the door closed. In a few frantic steps, you sat heavily on the bed.

You felt stabbing in your gut and between your legs. You gasped and stiffened as a hand flew to your belly. €?!£. Every time. You whimpered as it subsided and slowly rolled onto your side, finding a comfortable position.

You took some deep breaths and closed your eyes. Finally. A bit of relief. Laying down was the best thing ever right now. Your thoughts drifted as you tried to calm yourself down.

Cramps hit you hard every month. It was something you were used to from back home. But you hoped being stuck here would stop it. Unfortunately, it did not. Luckily there was no bleeding, but the pain was just as intense.

You yawned and carefully rolled onto your other side, snuggling a pillow close. A nap will help. Hopefully. Just as you started to doze off, someone knocked at the door. You groaned and spoke groggily.

"Who is it?"

You were met with a wide yellow grin. You couldn't help but sigh. You liked Jax. He was nice. But he didn't exactly seem like the type to help with this situation.

"What's up, Jax?" you mumbled.

The tall, lanky figure slinked over with his hands in his pockets.

"I was just wondering if you'd want to help prank Gangle," he purred. "She's had that comedy mask on a little too long for my liking."

You shook your head a bit without moving. Jax waited a moment for you to say something, but when you didn't, his smile turned to confusion.

"Jeez...You could say something. Or at least roll over to look at me," he complained.

You shook your head again. "Um...I can't move..." you mumbled.

The rabbit tilted his head in further confusion before a look of understanding came over his face.

"Ohhh..." he started. "That time of the month again?"

You nodded and stiffened as you felt his hand on your arm.

"Hey. I'm just trying to help," he scolded.

You scoffed. "You? Why would you try to help? I get we're friends and all, but it seems like a waste of your time." You were surprised by how his hand settles on your belly.

"I'm a jerk, not a monster." The rabbit hopped onto the bed behind you and nuzzled your shoulder with his chin. "What do you need? Heating pad? Tea?"

You blinked a few times before leaning into him. "Um...Those sound good, yeah..." you whispered.

Jax patted your arm and then hopped off the bed. "Brb."

You continued snuggling your pillow in silence. This was all...very strange to say the least. But hey, you weren't complaining. Tea did sound amazing right now.

You took a deep breath as the door opened again and the smell of hot chamomile tea filled the room.

"Alright..." your friend started. "I got a hot pad, the tea, honey, milk, sugar, and some movies. What're you up for watching?"

You smiled and took the heating pad to settle on your belly. "Star Wars?"

Jax scoffed and stirred milk and sugar in the tea. "What a geek. But sure. I guess we can watch that." His voice dripped with mock sarcasm. You couldn't help but giggle a bit as you accepted the cup.

"Yeah, yeah. Says the one who secretly watches rom-coms," you teased.

The rabbit's fur fluffed up in indignation. "Hey, they're entertaining! It's not my fault they get a bad rep!"

You patted his head. "Relaaaax. I'm just joking. Now put the movie in. Chop chop." You clapped your hands.

Jax smiled and got up. "Aye-aye, captain." He set the movie in the dvd player before flopping behind you again. "If you need anything else, let me know."

You ran your fingers through his fur for some extra comfort, feeling yourself relax. "I will. Thank you."

As you focused on the movie, the pain gradually melted away. You looked down at Jax. He was asleep against you. You smiled and rested your chin on his forehead. Maybe the stupid rabbit was reliable for something after all.

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