#please don’t let this flop it’ll be embarrassing

[cyberels]

IT WILL COME BACK

(you know better, babe)

𖦹彡⋆｡˚ summary: ellie makes it her goal to talk to you again after a one night stand.

see part one here

𖦹彡⋆｡˚ warnings: nsfw (implied), language

𖦹彡⋆｡˚ a/n: this is the worst thing ive ever written please god do not base my skill off of this i lost inspiration 😭😭😭😭 pleasee im so sorry..,,,.,. also no smut in this part my bad sorry gay people

alsooo readers username on ig is hoezier if you don’t like it simply pretend it’s something else😁

reader is female with a reputation for one night stands

this is also very much loser!ellie idk man idk she gets more confident later in the fic tho

ellie was fucked - no pun intended. you literally just gave her the best sex of her life and immediately after you were pulled away from her without even so much as a goodbye.

if ellie ever finds out who called the cops, she swears to herself that she’s going to punch them right in their fucking face for cutting her time with you short.

there was something about you that made her yearn to have you near her again. she was trying to forget about you, but you were becoming a craving she couldn’t shake, despite barely even speaking to one another. your small encounter with ellie left an impact on her.

she knew basically nothing about you besides your name, but she did learn that you were… very experienced. she could gather that much based on how confident you were, and how it took you just minutes to figure out how to make her feel the best she’s ever felt. you knew what you were doing, and ellie didn’t even try to resist your advances, letting her body be taken by you.

ellie was not submissive, she barely even let any of the other people she’s slept with take the dominant position… so why did she let you, of all people, take control without her even putting up a fight? you were under her skin like an itch that was impossible to scratch.

ellie arrived back at her dorm later that night, but the feeling that she left something unfinished hung over her like a shadow.

she pulled out her phone, which was a shitty attempt at a distraction; no matter how many tiktok videos she watches, ​her thoughts were consistently and stubbornly directed to you. her brain couldn't wrap around how you became entrenched within her mind so easily.

she needed to tell someone about this and get if off her chest. she opened up her contacts and her thumb hovers over dina’s number. she debates on even telling her friend about this for a minute… falling for someone she barely knows is definitely not something she ever wanted to happen. she sighs, and presses the call button, very painfully aware of how embarrassing the situation is.

“hey!” dina answers after a few rings, “what’s up?”

“dina, i’m dying. i’m screwed.”

“what’d you do this time?”

ellie groans before explaining the situation that unfolded just hours before, words gushing forth as she explains the events of the night.

dina interrupts ellie’s rant after a few moments, laughing as she speaks. “—okay, slow down. what’s her name?”

the second your name spills out of ellie’s mouth, dina inhales in a sharp breath of air.

“what? what’s wrong?” ellie asked, “do you know her?”

“if she’s who i think she is… i wouldn’t get attached.”

“…why?”

“i’m sorry, i just— she’s slept with a few girls i know and she usually does not ever talk to them again.”

“well it’s too late for me, i’m already attached; you don’t know the half of it. but there was something there between us, a spark or whatever. i don’t know, maybe she felt it, too.”’

“that’s not a spark. that’s a fire. because your brain has got to be fucking burning down if you’re even considering reaching out to her.”

“…do you have her instagram?”

“ellie. no.”

ellie sighs, kicking off her shoes and flopping on her bed, “i’ll just say hi and see where it goes. she probably won’t even respond, it’ll be fine.”

“i want you to know i think this is a terrible idea… but i sent you her username.”

“fuck yeah! thank you, dina.”

fuck your reputation, ellie was gonna make you hers one way or another.

you stare at your screen for a second.

ellie… that’s a pretty name.

it suits her.

she went out of her way to find you, it’s kind of sweet. half the other people you’ve hooked up with don’t give a shit about you after you’re done; you can’t be mad at them, though, considering you do the same.

ellie was just a rare case, you’ll forget about her in a few days.

…right?

you know that getting attached is never a good idea, that’s why you barely bothered to learn her name. in all honesty, you didn’t really care to learn the names of anyone you’ve slept with, the only reason why you did was because you didn’t want to look impolite. despite feeling like an asshole, you set your phone down on your bedside table and attempt to shove the thoughts of this girl—ellie—away. you were already constantly thinking about her, messaging her would just make this whole situation harder on you.

you refuse to get more attached than you already are.

unfortunately for you, your attempts to get ellie off your mind are proving unsuccessful. you’d never admit it, but she was getting to you more than anyone else you’ve been with before.

it’s a struggle to go about your day normally when you’re constantly on the lookout for this stupid girl you cannot get your mind off of for some godforsaken reason; you did not want to run into her and make this situation more awkward than it already is.

the stars are not on your side, apparently, because when you enter the coffee shop you usually do homework at, you see her in the corner. she’s on her phone, scrolling idly through it.

great!

your body cries out for her touch, the invisible string of attraction that tied you to her pulled you in closer and closer and you mentally curse yourself for feeling this strongly about her.

you can’t shake the feeling that you should go over there and say something, anything. but what would you even say?

“hey, sorry i ignored you, you just make me feel things i’ve never felt before and it’s making me question everything because i’ve never felt this way about any of my other hookups.”

…that doesn’t seem like the best option, so you inch closer to the door you just came in from before turning and leaving completely.

‘god’ you think, ‘what the fuck is happening to me?’

unbeknownst to you, ellie sees you. she sees you walk in, look at her, and immediately leave.

ellie is well aware of your reputation, but it still stings that you don’t care the way that she does. she knows that you probably don’t care much about anyone that you’ve slept with, that it’s not just her you don’t seem to care about, and she tries to be okay with it.

she packed up her stuff, unwilling to sit in the coffee shop while she was sulking, but as she was doing so, her phone lit up with a notification.

‘take that, dina,’ ellie thinks, ‘she wants me… i think?’

[littlexscarletxwitch]

reader meeting Florence’s family? being really nervous cause they’re American and worrying about how they won’t understand the British banter. also wanting to wear long sleeves to cover up their tats for flops parents just in case and flo is like “you’re so cute but you’re an idiot”

── ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎ 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗱𝗼𝘂𝗯𝘁

paring: florence pugh x gn!reader

tag(s): fluff, established relationship, flo being an amazing gf, short blurb

warning(s): grammatical errors, unedited, not proofread, mentions of self doubt (?), overthinking

word count: 959

note: I'm aware that the title is shitty, so is the ending, but I tried my best. I really hope you like it, anon. It's so short is embarrassing and for that I'm sorry. I wrote this with a fem reader in mind, but I think it also works for a gn one. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you guys enjoy <3

requests are open! + check my rules here <3

Staring at yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t help but let doubt fill your thoughts.

Your mind was going through every single little flaw that you had. The day had just begun and all you wanted to do was wrap yourself in a blanket and watch tv the whole day. You knew that day was inevitable. You had postponed it for a while now, but Florence wasn’t having that anymore. 

She wasn’t mad at you, she understood how you were feeling. She felt the same way when she met your family. But she knew you had nothing to worry about. Deborah Mackin and Clinton Pugh were the chilliest parents ever in history. I mean her mother got high with Snoop Dogg of all people. And her siblings weren’t a problem, they will like you immediately. She knew you were going to be more than okay. 

“Why can’t we just stay at home?” you said, while looking at the reflection of Florence in the mirror. 

“Y/n…” Florence trailed off, getting closer to you.

“Yeah, let’s just stay, okay? I can make that dish you love, or we could–”

“Babe, stop,” she chuckled at you and grabbed your shoulders, softly squeezing them trying to calm you down. “We’ve already talked about this. You’ll be more than fine, okay? They are going to love you, as much as I love you.”

“Is just…” you were second guessing sharing your worries with her, afraid that you’ll sound stupid.

“What is it?” but she saw right through you, like she always did.

“What if I can’t understand them because of their accent? They’ve been in the UK their whole lives, their accent must be stronger than yours. They probably speak like Louis Tomlinson and I won’t be able to understand anything of what they’re saying.”

“Baby, you’re being silly,” she tried to soothe you.

“I’m not. Have you ever listened to that guy speaking? It’s like he’s speaking gibberish.”

“You’ll understand them. You can understand my mumbling better than no one else, it’ll be okay.”

“Okay, you’re right about that,” but still her words didn’t reassure you. “What if they don’t like me?”

“I’ve been telling them about you since the day we met, they can’t wait to finally meet you. They are going to love everything about you," she left a kiss on your forehead, she knew how much those little kisses soothe you and although you wanted them to work, it only made you more anxious. “Hey, why are you wearing long sleeves? It’s hot outside, baby.”

“I just, I don’t think it is appropriate if I’m showing my tattoos.”

“Are you being serious right now?”

“I’m dead serious. I don’t want to give the wrong impression,” Florence just playfully rolled her eyes at you. “What if they think I’m part of a gang or something? That I’m a bad influence, huh?

“You’re so cute, but you’re an idiot. You are the sweetest person I know on earth, there’s no way for you to give a wrong impression. Plus, you’re a ray of sunshine, they can't possible think you are part of a gang” she placed her hand on your cheek and you leaned in her touch, finding some comfort in her warmth. 

“But what if–”

“No, stop it. They are going to love every single little thing about you, and if they don’t I will force them to, but that won’t be necessary.”

“Okay. Yeah, you’re right, everything’s going to be fine. I’m just worrying over nothing,” you breathed out all the anxiety and stress you were holding in. 

“I’m always right,” a cocky smile forming on her lips. 

“That’s debatable,” you chuckled at her. 

“Let’s just go, okay? You ready?”

“Put me in the car before I change my mind,” even though you were joking, Florence knew that you were also telling her the truth. So she rushed the both of you to her car and quickly started the car. 

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“Please, come back soon, okay? We will love to have you again,” Deborah, Florence’s mum, said to the two of you before walking out the door. Your smile only grew bigger at her words. 

“We sure will, Deb,” you called her by the nickname she told you to. You looked over at Florence, a smile as big as yours on her face. 

“It was lovely to finally meet you, Y/n,” Clinton said, getting closer to you to hug you goodbye. 

“The pleasure was all mine.”

“Okay, I’m gonna have to interfere here, before you two take them away from me,” you all chuckled at Florence's words, still she held you from your waist. 

The four of you said your goodbyes, and Florence and you made your way to her car. Once inside, you let out a big laugh, Florence didn’t know what came over you, giving you a confusing look. 

“I can’t believe I was so stupid to avoid this for months, your family is the best,” she smiled at you, relief washing over her. 

“I don’t wanna say I told you so…” 

“You do wanna say I told you so,” you mumbled.

“But I told you so,” she finished, you rolled her eyes at her, trying to hold your smile. But how could you? If she made you so happy by just existing. 

“I love you, Flo,” you said, failing to suppress your smile. 

“And I love you more,” she rested her hand on your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. 

You rested your hand on hers, grateful that she was right there with you, to reassure you when you doubted, to hold you when you were falling apart, to love you like no one else. You thanked the universe you got to call her yours only.

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-M

[dearabby1990]

Chapter 2: What’s so special about me??..

Driving on your way home from work radio full blast Kiss me deadly by Lita Ford blasting through the speakers. Drumming your fingers on the steering wheel you stop at a red light near a record store. You stop & notice Eddie coming out of the store & you contemplate on beeping the horn to get his attention. Just as you go to do so a girl comes out behind him giggling linking her arm with his. A beautiful girl with a blonde ponytail. Not wanting to see anything else you peel out as soon as the light turns green trying to get home as fast as possible feeling the sting of tears threatening to spill. You’ve always struggled with insecurities about your body your mother used to say girls would kill for your hourglass figure but you just felt like an overweight eyesore & even more so now that you saw Eddie with a girl who was beautiful enough to play any Disney princess her heart desires. Turning off the engine to scurry inside just to get into your bed and be lost to the world. You hit the pillows face first screaming into the pillow & then letting all your senses go. Mascara staining your pillowcase you just never understood why you never felt enough for anyone. Not even your own dad wanted you around after the passing of your mother. Maybe Hawkins wasn’t going to be as great as you thought it would. A few hours pass as you sulk in your own void of horrid feelings. The sound of the telephone snaps you out of your thoughts. You slowly pad your way to the receiver “hello??…” you say almost too low for someone to hear. “Jamie? Hello?? It’s Eddie” your stomach flops maybe he’s calling to cancer your date. You wouldn’t be able to handle it so you decided to beat him to it save yourself the embarrassment. “Look I know I’m no supermodel Eddie it’s fine really I don’t need a pity date so we don’t have to go out I’m sure you have your pick of them anyway wouldn’t want to keep you” your eyes still sting from tears & you sniffle “uhhh what are you talking about I was just calling to see what time I should pick you up what do you mean my pick of them & princess you’re beautiful why are you talking about yourself like that?” You huff out a large breath of air “look Eddie you don’t have to lie it’s okay I’m used to this stuff nobody wants to be seen with the fat ugly girl..” Eddie cuts you off “STOP THAT! Where’s this coming from I wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t want to be with you” you hysterical at this point. “Why me??! Why Eddie why me?! I saw you today you know that girl you were with today makes me look like a gollum she’s so beautiful something I know I’m not” silence nothing but the crackle of the phone line. “Jamie?… can you please just… give me your address please Id really like to see you and talk to you please” you’re not sure if you should he’s too beautiful maybe too beautiful for you. But nonetheless you’re curious of what he wants so you agree & give you your address. To calm your nerves you go back to your bedroom to retrieve the Philly blunt box stashed under your bed to pull out your stash maybe just maybe it’ll help calm your hand wracking anxiety.

[mysticboombox]

The Red Curse

Pairing: Reader x Turtles

Pronouns: she/her/they/them

Warning(s): Menstrual cycle mentioned, fluff and support

Summary: Reader avoids the turtles when the “red curse” strikes. The boys are not having it, and show their support.

Author’s Note: I’m going through this and wanted to write a comfort piece. The 4th of July will be mentioned since that is what today is. I’m sorry if this was a little rushed, I hope this brought some comfort to those who were experiencing symptoms or wanted comfort. ❤️💙💜🧡💚

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Well ain’t it a fun day, because not only is it July 4th, it’s also the day the “red curse” striked. The cramps were uncomfortable, there’s bloating in the abdomen, cravings are up and down, and the hormones were incredibly unnecessary. 

Because of this discomfort, (Y/N) refused to answer the boys texts in their offering to let her hang out with them. With her menstrual cycle, she was embarrassed of the boys potentially feeling uncomfortable around her. So to save herself and them the embarrassment, she’s been avoiding them this past few days. Jess was at the apartment providing (Y/N) comfort. Though Jess too was also experiencing symptoms as well. (Y/N) hoped she could avoid talking to the boys until her period ended.

Little did she know, the boys were going to stop by at her place in a couple of hours to figure out what was going on with their friend.

At the Lair-

“I don’t get it! Why is dudette avoiding us? It doesn’t seem like it’s an us thing, but why???” Mikey flopped onto the couch, scratching his head and plastron in confusion.

“I would have to agree with Mikey, it doesn’t make sense. She still responds to our texts and phone calls, and seems to enjoy talking to us. Though…” Don swivels in his chair, dialing a number on his phone, waiting for the other person to pick up.

“What’s up Don?” Leo leaned up against Don’s desk, waiting to see who Don ends up calling. He felt bad for his brothers because he knew of their relationship with (Y/N) and knew how special it was to them. He too was hurting when he didn’t understand why the contact was shut off a little recently. 

Raph seemed a little more affected than he let on. Raph was hurt for his brother’s and didn’t understand the distance (Y/N) was putting between herself and the family. He just assumed they got sick of them and doesn’t want anything to do with them. He noticed something he’s sure his brothers caught on however. 

Every month for about a week, (Y/N)’s responses were often short and seemed uncomfortable. He’s not sure if he’s just picking this up since his big brother senses were tingling. But by the looks of it, his brothers knew. Leo had to know, Raph could see his face from the kitchen counter. Leo looked up at Raph and nodded his head. So he did know. Before Raph could mutter a response, Don got off the phone, thanking the caller.

“Thank you, we will go check on her now. Could you leave the products at her door please? Thank you… yes love you too and I’ll let my brothers know.” Don turned to look at his brothers.

“That was April on the phone. She had an idea of what was going on with (Y/N), so I paid April to leave some products at her door. (Y/N) doesn’t know that we will be paying her a visit though.Oh, and she says to tell everyone she loved us.”

“Awe...” Mikey gushed on the couch while Raph gave a small smile, rolling his eyes at his younger brother’s antics.

“Well what’s going on?” Leo looked to Don, arms crossed above his massive chest. Don tilted his head to the side before breathing out a sigh. “(Y/N) is having her period right now. Which explains the whole avoidance period she does once a month.” He rubbed his face in annoyance. “I should’ve known, though it’ll be best to still ask her why she felt it necessary to avoid us.”

“Well what are we waiting for? Let’s go!!! Let’s help out dudette!” Mikey bounced off the couch before running out of the lair. “Mikey!!!” The boys shake their heads before running out to follow Mikey.

Back at the Apartment-

“Ya need to tell them at some point (Y/N), they’re going to be hurt if you continue doing this.” Jess looked at their friend, who’s head was shoved beneath the pillows on her bed. “I didn’t want to tell them because I felt like I would’ve made them uncomfortable. Mainly the hormones, you know how sensitive their noses are.” (Y/N) said, their words muffled by the pillows. 

“That’s what you were avoiding us for?? Was because you were on your period??” Mikey exclaimed. 

(Y/N) screeched in shock, smacking their head against the headboard. She whipped around, and saw the boys had snuck into her room. Jess shrugged her shoulders in apology for not saying anything.After the initial shock wore off, (Y/N) looked back, the boys still crossing their arms, waiting for an explanation. Donnie whispered to Jess about the period products that were waiting outside the apartment door. Jess left, giving the boys and (Y/N) privacy. 

After the initial shock wore off, (Y/N) looked back, the boys still crossing their arms, waiting for an explanation. Donnie whispered to Jess about the period products that were waiting outside the apartment door. Jess left, giving the boys and (Y/N) privacy. 

“I am so, so sorry. I should’ve told you sooner about my cycles, but I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I’d rather avoid making anyone uncomfortable than to cause discomfort.”

The boys listened, nodding their heads to let (Y/N) they heard. Raph spoke after a moment of silence.

“Ya know that we wouldn’t have minded. We could’ve supported you sooner than later had ya told us. So this is kind of BS on your part.” Leo smacked Raph’s shoulder, earning a glare from the red head. Donnie and Mikey quietly whispered “dude!”

“Even though it didn’t have to be worded that way, Raph is right. Look, while we are still upset, we now have a better understanding of what’s going on and now know what to expect. But could you please tell us when you’re on your period so we could be of some help?” Leo looked at (Y/N) with stern, yet gentle eyes. 

(Y/N) blushed, realizing this didn’t have to be embarrassing at all in the first place. She smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind their ear. 

“Thank you so much for your patience everyone. And yes, I’ll tell you when I am having my period.” Mikey jumped onto (Y/N)’s bed, enveloping her in a big hug. She hugged him back to the best of their ability. 

“I can help with creating a tracker if you’d like, that way you can be prepared in not only your own home, but also at the lair. Speaking of products, where’s Jess?” Donnie looked at the door, while Jess walked in with take-out and the period products.

“Who wants food?!” she yelled, shaking the bags excitedly.

Everyone chimed in, arguing about what to eat what while Raph helped move (Y/N) to the couch where everyone huddled around. Even with the family chaos surrounding her, (Y/N) smiled to herself. She was happy to have a family like the Hamato’s. After dinner, the boys cuddled Jess and (Y/N). Leo and Raph spooned Jess to the best of their ability while Donnie and Mikey had (Y/N). Their churrs soothing the two women and lulling everyone to sleep. Looks like the boys will be around in the morning.

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[rosenallies]

H/c scenario prompt 66 “saying goodbye” alternative breakup au 🥺

I’m trying to see if I’m getting low engagement bc I suck or if it’s bc I’m posting prompts in the middle of the night (or maybe it’s both) so imma post this now in the afternoon and see what happens. I think maybe 1 person reads this au so if it flops completely, no harm, no foul Lmao <3

This prompt surprisingly doesn’t really have any tws wow <3 except like being in a hospital but that’s about it <3

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Rosé’s heart broke when he stepped back into the room, Denali curled up in the emergency room hospital bed, his tear stricken face hidden in the pillow.

“Baby,” Rosé said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed and taking his hand, “what did the doctor say?”

Denali’s lip wobbled. “They-they’re admitting me.”

There was a part of Rosé that breathed with relief, glad that Denali had told the truth so he could really get the help he needed; but there was another part of him that felt lost, so helpless as to what to do from here on out. Who knew how long Denali would be gone for? Who knew if it would even help?

He ran a hand through Denali’s disheveled hair. “I think it’s for the best, love. I’m gonna miss you a lot, though.”

“I-I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep, I can’t sleep without you,” Denali admitted, embarrassment wrapping itself around him like tendrils, embarrassed that he got to this point and that Rosé had to witness how pathetic he was.

Rosé frowned, his own lip wobbling a bit as he fought the urge to cry. “How long until they take you upstairs?”

He shrugged. “They said probably a while, they have to get a room ready and stuff.”

Swinging his legs over the side, Rosé laid beside Denali, pullling him close and kissing the top of his head. “Sleep now, baby, I’ll wake you when they’re ready to take you upstairs, okay?”

“But-but, this is all the time I get with you before our visits are confined to a few hours a day, if you even want to come-“

“Baby, my love, of course I’m coming every single day, and I’ll call you whenever I’m allowed. I’m going to miss you so much.”

“I’m gonna miss you too,” Denali whimpered, pressing his face into Rosé’s neck and inhaling his scent like he was trying to commit it to memory.

They stayed that way for a while, Denali eventually falling asleep in Rosé’s arms while Rosé watched; counting each breath and hoping he was dreaming of happy things.

Rosé wished they could stay that way for longer, just prolonging the inevitable that came eventually, a nurse popping her head in, smiling sympathetically when she saw the two of them.

“I hate to break this up, but the room upstairs is ready to go and we need to start intake on the psychiatric side as well.”

Nodding, Rosé gently woke Denali, kissing his cheek and whispering lowly to him. “Baby, it’s time to wake up.”

Denali blinked awake, his eyes filling with tears as he realized why he was awake.

“No, no, no, please don’t leave me here, please,” he cried, clinging to Rosé like a child clings to their mother, how Denali himself clung to his own mother the first time she put him on the ice as a little kid. He remembered being so scared then, but it didn’t hold a candle to the fear that currently gnawed away at him.

Swallowing down his own emotions, Rosé spoke softly. “Sweet boy, you have to, it’ll be okay. You’re gonna be okay, I promise.”

“I-I don’t want to!”

“I know you don’t want to, I don’t want you to go either but I love you too much to keep watching you hurt this badly. You need help, honey. Please, just let them help you.”

Denali let out a deep sob, chest heaving and hiccuping into Rosé’s neck. “I-I know! But I don’t want you to go,” he cried, feeling more pathetic than ever as he begged Rosé to stay.

Rosé looked to the nurse who still hovered by the door. “Can I walk with him to his room?”

“Unfortunately not, it’s hospital policy that for psychiatric patients, no one is able to come up to their room with them. I really hate to do this, but we do have to go.”

He knew the nurse was just doing her job, but that didn’t stop Rosé from growing frustrated. “Okay, baby, we’ve got to go. I’ll call as soon as I can, okay?”

“Okay,” Denali said softly, untangling himself from Rosé and standing up on shaky legs.

“I love you so so much,” Rosé said, wrapping Denali up in a final hug, not caring that the nurse began to tap her fingers impatiently; his boy needed him.

“I love you too.”

They kissed quickly, just to appease the nurse as they peeled away from one another.

“Thank you, sir. If you’ll have a seat,” she said, gesturing to a wheelchair just outside the room.

“I can walk.”

“Hospital policy.”

Denali sighed and sat, looking behind him at Rosé standing in the now empty ER room as he was wheeled away.

[val-made-a-mistake]

❝NEED OVER WANT.❞

(not my gif)

summary: natasha really does drive wanda crazy. it’s a shame she loves her.

warnings: smut, oral sex f receiving, bondage, face sitting, use of a gag, slapping, spanking, use of a toy, slight humiliation, slight edging, top!wanda, bottom!nat, implied sadomasochism, i promise this fic isn’t as bad as it sounds, they love each other and it’s completely consensual!! i tried to sneak in fluff throughout the whole thing.

word count: 1.7k

a/n: i have nothing to say myself, i wasn’t even aware i could write something like this. the fact i had one (1) alcoholic slurpee and almost immediately got inspo to write this makes it even funnier. i know all my wlw fics have been fluffy, so have some filthy ass smut!!! i’ll get back to my requested fics now.

(ps— like in my zemo fics, wanda’s terms of endearment are in german, even though realistically they would be in russian or something, i’ve always written sokovians speaking german for some reason. natasha speaks russian tho!)

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Natasha had been testing Wanda’s limits all morning long, and Wanda was almost definitely sure she was doing it on purpose.

The board meeting had gone relatively well. Stark had some California Congressmen sit in and for once, they’d actually shut up, let the more knowing people speak. It would’ve been a relatively interesting meeting— they were discussing what to do with the Ultron remains— had Natasha not been sitting opposite her, looking like that, with two extra buttons undone on her otherwise professional blouse. Fuck, she was asking for it. Wanda had caught Steve looking, and she didn’t like the glint in his eye one bit.

But of course she had to remain perfectly fucking civil until the meeting was adjourned. As soon as it had been, she’d gotten up from her seat a little too quickly and rounded the corner, and in the same moment, Natasha stood up to hand Ross a mundane file. In doing so, she leaned over the table, and because she’d orchestrated this just so she could drive Wanda crazy, her skirt rode up. The tiniest bit, sure, hardly noticeable to anyone else, but it was more than enough to warm the back of Wanda’s neck. She’s asking for it, she’s definitely asking for it.

Maria Hill may have tried to say something to her, she didn’t know as she’d already stalked out of the room. Mostly everyone was absorbed in the after-meeting small talk, and it wasn’t like the Avengers paid much attention to her anyway, so her absence went unnoticed.

Of course, Natasha had to follow her.

“Angry?” she quipped.

“My room,” Wanda hissed, whipping around, “Be there in ten. Undress. I’ll tell Stark you’re not feeling well.”

“Of course,” Natasha replied flirtatiously, extending her toes for a kiss, but Wanda pushed her away.

She had the audacity to look annoyed, but obediently pivoted and started off for Wanda’s bedroom, which was, by her estimate, three floors, an escalator ride, two keypads, and an elevator ride away. Enough time for Wanda to gather herself. When she last let herself get caught up in her emotions, Natasha couldn’t sit for a week.

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God, Natasha looked fucking perfect tied up.

The rise and fall of her chest told Wanda she was barely scared, too, and she didn’t know how she felt about that. Her entire body was glistening— fuck, Natasha Romanoff, feared assassin, founding member of the Avengers, was sweating for her— and she hardly fidgeted, her arms and legs were near-perfectly still. Wanda, despite the circumstances, was feeling particularly generous, so she’d only tied her by her wrists and ankles.

“Schatz,” Wanda sighed, making Natasha look up a bit too eagerly, “What the hell were you thinking?”

Natasha smirked at her. “I think that’s perfectly clear.”

That earned her a hard slap in the face, and she melodramatically winced. “Ow.”

“You know, I can’t believe you sometimes,” Wanda hissed. “You never learn.”

She climbed onto the bed, being careful not to let her body touch Natasha’s, and she didn’t stop advancing until they were face-to-face.

“You forced my hand,” she whispered, the Sokovian accent coming out in full force. “I will make you learn.”

Natasha was motionless, her pupils were completely blown black.

“Touch me,” she offered.

This had Wanda laughing, and shamelessly. “No, schatz. You get to lie back and take what I give you.”

With that, she pulled away from the bed to start stripping. First she pulled off the red jacket (Natasha’s, ironically, she’d borrowed it before they’d even begun their relationship and had never bothered to give it back) before moving onto her shirt, a simple long-sleeved shirt she wore nearly everyday at the compound. She could hear Natasha whimpering as she unclasped her bra, but she ignored it.

Wanda shimmed out of her pants and pulled off her underwear in a flourish, barely making an effort to be teasing this time. She wanted to, she really wanted to, but what mattered was her high, not Natasha’s.

Suddenly, a gorgeous little pussy was dangling in front of Natasha’s face.

“You ready, Nat?” Wanda cooed, but it wouldn’t have mattered anyway because she’d already sunk down, and the knot that had been tightening in her stomach ever since the meeting dramatically loosened. “Oh, fuck.”

She wasn’t even fully conscious of it, but as Nat’s tongue obediently delved through her folds, Wanda raised and twisted her hand, and in a scarlet flurry, the ropes around Natasha’s wrists tightened.

“Fuck,” Wanda cried out as she started moving against Natasha’s mouth, “Fuck, you’re being such a good little toy…”

Maybe she was doing this all wrong, maybe this wasn’t punishment at all, maybe this was a reward in Natasha’s mind, maybe she’d specifically pushed her buttons just for this. Whatever it was, Wanda still pushed earnestly against Natasha’s tongue, feeding off her whimpers and moans. So hopeless already, and Wanda had just begun. It was barely ten o’clock in the morning, and she’d just begun.

“Not so cocky now, huh?” she gasped, pulling off for just a second, “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

She only allowed herself to come once, although she could’ve spent all day like that. She needed to preserve her sexual stamina for Natasha’s sake, which was, admittedly, unusually soft for her.

Wanda was climbing off soon enough, and she tried not to appear pleased with herself as Natasha automatically gulped for air.

“How did that feel?” she asked absentmindedly as she searched the cabinets for the toy she wanted. She knew exactly the one, it was pink, on the longer side instead of the thicker side, where was it?

“So fucking good,” Natasha gasped back, her chest rising and falling at a faster pace now, “God, непередаваемое чувство-”

“What’s your colour?” Wanda asked, opening up another cabinet: found it.

“Green,” she replied breathlessly, “The brightest fucking green you’ve ever seen.”

“Right,” she responded, “That’s enough talking for you.”

She lifted a finger and a drawer fell open on the opposite side of the room: a piece of dark cloth rose out of it, flew over to the bound figure on the bed, and wrapped it around Natasha’s mouth, effectively silencing her whining.

“Now,” Wanda purred, leaning over the bed, “I was going to give you lube, but Jesus Christ…”

She finally dared to run her palm along the inside of Natasha’s thigh. Not her pussy, but dangerously close. She didn’t need to touch her to know how wet she was.

Wanda hesitated, as though contemplating, then pushed the tip of the toy inside.

The effect was immediate: Natasha bucked against her binds and mumbled something made incoherent by the gag, and Wanda kept a firm hold on the toy so it wouldn’t go deeper.

“Just this makes you struggle?” Wanda’s eyes widened. “Oh, schatz…”

She pushed the toy half an inch deeper, and Natasha’s eyes snapped shut.

“I’m not even moving it yet,” she taunted. “You know…”

A small trickle of scarlet magic kept the toy where it was even though she’d taken her hand off of it. “I didn’t have breakfast this morning. Would it matter to you if I just left you here? I wonder how you’d react if Rogers came and saw your dripping pussy on display for him…”

She grinned from ear to ear. “He’d know you’re nothing but my dumb little fucktoy then. I bet he’d tell Stark.”

Natasha was blushing bright red; Wanda decided to move the toy even deeper, but slowly.

“But you won’t come. You won’t even fucking move.”

More than half the toy had disappeared inside her pussy now. “You’re loving this, aren’t you? Such a whore.”

Wanda aimed a spank at her inner thigh.

“You’re not going to come when I move my dick in you.”

Natasha nodded frantically, her expression screamed more, more, more.

Wanda pulled it out a fraction of an inch before forcing it even deeper than it had been: Natasha’s legs shook, but she didn’t come. It was the bare fucking minimum, of course she didn’t.

She moved the toy without an exact rhythm, she couldn’t quite decide if she wanted it fast or slow, but she moved it anyway, until Natasha’s legs were positively quivering and a sheen layer of sweat covered her tits. Fuck, her gorgeous tits.

Wanda let her magic do the work this time: she let go of the toy, which kept on evenly pistoning without her holding it, and lowered her mouth to one of Natasha’s nipples, hard as stone. She tried to cry out, but got stopped by the gag for the millionth time.

Before Wanda could really enjoy Natasha’s body, there was a soft knock on the door, causing them both to jolt.

“Not a sound,” she ordered, then conjured a thick curtain out of nowhere: it completely covered Natasha, her binds, and the toy. As long as no one questioned why her bed had suddenly become four-poster, everything would be fine, right?

She wrapped a bathrobe around her naked body, and got up to answer the door, only cracking it open the tiniest bit.

It was Vision.

“Miss Maximoff, I came to inquire-”

“It’s Wanda,” she corrected him sweetly, already praying he would go away.

“Oh, alright then. Wanda, I came to inquire about the whereabouts of Miss Romanoff and I know it scares you to have me appear suddenly through the walls, so I - why are you in your bathrobe?”

“I took a shower, I felt like I had to, and I don’t know where Natasha is,” she replied quickly, the lie rising easily to her lips. This is the part where he goes away.

“Oh, it’s just that Dr Cho heard she wasn’t feeling well, so she was wondering if Miss Romanoff required medical assistance,” Vision responded.

“It was a just a headache, to my understanding,” she said, cocking her head to the side in fake curiosity. “You know how it is with the board meetings.”

He grimaced. “Er - no, actually, my brain is entirely synthetic. That, and I don’t have blood vessels.”

Wanda cast a glance at the curtain, a horrible, horrible idea coming to her.

“Let me get dressed and we can find Cho together.”

[lovetorn]

babysitter [roommate!dream au]

Roommate!Dream x Fem!Reader

summary: you babysit tommy. do i need to explain?

warnings: swearing

w/c: 1.4k+

a/n: thank u 🧋 anon, u are amazing. i hope i did justice for ur amazing idea hahaha 😫hope u guys enjoy!

roommate!dream masterlist

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“Please, Y/n! It’ll only be for a few hours, just while I do my exam, and then I’ll be back. That’s all! I promise, please.”

You’d never heard Wilbur beg like this before. It is kinda funny. You stand with a smirk as you watch him, your arms crossed over your chest. Yes, you’ve babysat his brother before, but this time, your plans for lunch with your friends were being jeopardised.

“I’ll call Niki and Karl myself and tell them the situation, I’m sure they’ll be fine with it,” Wilbur pleads. His glasses sit on the edge of his nose and you guarantee they’re going to fall off in the next 2 seconds. Obviously, you’re going to babysit for him, but this is too funny to pass up.

“I don’t know, Wil. I planned this weeks ago… I’m not sure I can cancel this late…” You try your best not to smile. But, Wilbur isn’t silly, he can see through your act from a mile away.

“Thank you!” He exclaims, shaking your shoulders. You give him an incredulous look and then laugh.

“You owe me one, Tommy isn’t easy to babysit,” You giggle, knowing all too well how he acts when his family isn’t around. Wilbur nods.

“Yeah, yeah, anything. I’ll buy you breakfast for the next month.”

Your eyebrows fly to your forehead. “I'm holding you to that, Wilby.”

And so it was decided: Tommy would come to your apartment at 1 pm and be there until 4. You told Dream you were having a guest over, sparing the details, which made Dream a little suspicious. He really hoped it wasn’t a date—no, it couldn’t be a date.

But, when he hears a knock on the front door, and then the murmur of deep voices, he thinks of the worst. Dream gets up from his bed and presses his ear to his bedroom door, hoping to get any clues as to who is at the door. He knows this is the dumbest thing he’s done since he moved in with you, but he can’t help it. The door shuts and then it’s silent and Dream thinks that maybe the person left.

Meanwhile, you lead Tommy into your room. “Want any food or anything?” You ask as you watch him jump onto your bed and grab the TV remote off of your nightstand.

“No,” He says, fingers flying over the remote to turn the TV on, change the channel, turn the volume up, change the channel again, and then press the button for Netflix. You don’t mind that he’s made himself at home in your room, he’s gonna be here for 3 hours.

“I would like a Slurpee though,” You squint at him. He can’t be serious. Before you can say anything, he continues. “Thanks, Y/n. you’re the best.”

You give him a fake scowl for sucking up to you and sigh. “Fine. I’ll be back in a second.”

You don’t want to ask Dream to go to the corner shop and get Slurpees, but you’d rather ask him to do that than ask him to watch Tommy.

“Dream?” Pushing open his bedroom door, you see him spin around.

“Hey, hi, what’s up?” Dream hopes he isn’t being weird.

He’s being weird and you don’t know why. You hold onto the door handle and inhale sharply. “Uh, I was just wondering if you could go to the corner store for me? Just really quickly, I’ll give you the money.”

Oh shit, Dream thinks. She’s making me go buy condoms for her and her date. “I—Uh, sure, yeah. What am I getting?” He asks, sliding his feet into his Birkenstocks and shoving his phone into his back pocket. Please don’t say condoms.

“A Slurpee,” Thank god.

“Ok, flavour?”

You turn your head to look back at your bedroom door before you look back at him, a puzzled look on your face. “All of them?”

Dream nods slowly. “Okay?” You two stand in silence momentarily and then Dream ushers you out of his room. “Ok, I’ll be back in 5.” You hand him a few dollars and then make your way back to your room.

“Thank you, Dream! I owe you one, thank you,” You smile, pushing your door open and then closing it immediately. Dream barely smiles and grumbles as he leaves.

“Your delivery will be here in like 6 minutes minimum,” You say. Tommy snickers but doesn’t look at you. You cross your arms over your chest.

“What’s funny?”

Tommy shrugs. “I don’t know. I just think it’s funny that your roommate is willing to do that for you. Must like you a lot.”

You furrow your eyebrows. “I’d do the same for him.”

“Him? Woah-ho-ho, that changes the game,” Tommy sits up, a shit-eating grin on his face. “What’s his name? I bet you’re like, in love with him.”

You immediately shake your head, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. “No~, no, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, okay.”

The room remains still.

“You totally love him.”

“Tommy!”

Then there’s a knock on your bedroom door. You throw your middle finger up at Tommy and tell him to behave before you open the door.

“Here’s your disgusting Slurpee,” Dream mumbles, shoving the cup into your hands. He's a little out of breath from running but doesn't show it.

“Thank you,” You smile. Dream nods and then turns around, but before he can take a step, a voice calls out from behind you.

“Is that the roommate?” Tommy laughs. “Come in here, roommate.” You want to slap him.

Dream looks over his shoulder at you and you shrug. He wears a concerned look as he enters the room and is surprised to see Tommy, obviously.

“Y/n, why do you have a child in here?” Ok, definitely NOT a date.

You have no time to answer before Tommy speaks.

“I’m being babysat and shit,” Tommy rolls his eyes. Your hand is getting cold from the drink so you hand it to Tommy. “Fuck yeah,” He then flops onto your bed again, not caring if he spills some of the sugary liquid onto your bedspread and presses play on the movie he’s watching.

“Stay in here, roommate, we have some business to discuss.”

You shake your head and close the door behind you as Dream perches on the edge of your bed.

“I'm Dream.” He greets.

Tommy nods and looks in your direction, winking overdramatically. “Tommy. Master of women.” Dream scratches his forehead and glances at you. You close your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose, whispering to Tommy to shut the fuck up.

“Movie time! We’re watching Sex/Life,” You are bewildered.

“Um, no we’re not!” Moving to snatch the remote from Tommy, you lean your body over Dream’s and see the mischievous look in the child’s eye. You know what he’s doing—could he seriously make this any more awkward?

“Let’s skip to 19 minutes and how many seconds?” Tommy teases, skipping ahead to the timestamp of the scene that went viral. Tommy’s laugh is maniacal, but you are more worried about the position you’re in. Dream’s hands rest in his lap and he looks at the ceiling, while your body leans over his. You don’t know if Tommy is laughing more at the show or the tension between you and Dream.

Finally, you grab the remote and throw it into the chair in the corner of your room. “You are a nightmare, Thomas.”

“Ha, get it, because I’m a nightmare, but he’s Dream, who must be a dream.”

You and Dream groan at his shitty joke and tell him to shut up.

“Anywho, so what’s up with you two?” Tommy smirks. You and your roommate make eye contact, both blushing before looking back at Tommy. He can practically see the tension in the room.

“Nothing.” You say simultaneously. This makes Tommy grin and hum.

Ignoring him, Dream takes refuge on the chair in the corner, looking to you to see how you’re going to handle this situation—however, he can’t help but shamelessly check you out whilst you’re not paying attention to him. He knows it's a dumb thing to do, especially when Tommy is sitting there and has no filter.

You stay speechless in the middle of the room, eyeing Tommy. You didn’t expect babysitting to be so difficult.

“You’re staring, big man.”

You whip around to face Dream and see that the comment makes his cheeks flush a deep red. Your eyes widen and then Dream's up and out of your room. “Bye.”

“Shut the fuck up, Tommy!” You say, embarrassed. You look back to see Dream’s door closing and you want to kick Tommy, so bad. “Ugh, you make everything so awkward! I hate you.”

“I hear that a lot, it’s a compliment at this point.”

And when Wilbur comes to pick Tommy up, you shove him out the door and swear that if Wilbur breaks his promise about breakfast every day, he's gonna be in deep shit.

[myherowritings]

mistletoe kiss

OVERVIEW; After a few weeks of dating, you and Katsuki still haven’t kissed. You hope that will change under the mistletoe this holiday season. 

PAIRING; bakugou katsuki x reader

WORD COUNT; 1.2k

GENRE; fluff, winter/holiday au

A/N; got a handful of req’s for bakugou + mistletoe and ur wish is my command u.u but frl i love the holidays and this was so fun to write !! i hope u enjoy xx sof

© myherowritings — all rights reserved. reposting, modifying, copying, or translating of any kind is not allowed. do not read my writing as asmr. do not plagiarize.

“This is the perfect time to do it— The snow is falling, the nights are cold, love is in the air,” Ashido swooned. “What better time to make your move to kiss him than now?” 

You nodded in agreement despite the nerves in your stomach, letting her reassuring words soothe you just the slightest bit. It had been only a few weeks now since you and Katsuki had started dating and you still haven’t kissed.

Now, you knew each and every relationship was different and there was nothing wrong with doing things at your own pace, whatever that may be, but you’ve gotten comfortable enough with Katsuki to the point where you do want to kiss him. And you hoped he would return the sentiment. The only problem was you were too nervous to initiate it and if you knew your boyfriend, you’d know that despite him being unwilling to ever admit it, he was nervous too. 

Maybe the holiday cheer in the air would be enough to give you both the courage. (With the help of some cheeky mistletoe of course.) 

“You’re right,” you said to Ashido, shifting your weight from foot to foot to get out your jitters of excitement. “I just need to be under the doorway at the time Katsuki walks through and it’ll be perfect!” 

You hung up a mistletoe above your door and invited Katsuki over for your recurrent movie nights a little earlier today. Though the both of you had busy schedules that would oftentimes conflict, you both made it a priority to spend time together. 

The plan was foolproof, he’d come over and knock and you’d greet him at the door, your eyes would inconspicuously gaze at the mistletoe above you, you’d say something along the lines of, “Wow, I wonder how that mistletoe got there!”, and then hope Katsuki got the hint and was ready for a cute Christmas kiss. 

There’s no way it’d fail. 

Soon Ashido left for the night and you busied yourself making some hot chocolate on a saucepan because nothing calmed your nerves like homemade sweet beverages. But you barely had enough time to take a sip from your steaming mug when you heard a knock on your door. 

You jumped up from your seat. “Coming!”

Running over, you tried not to trip over the flat surface of your floor as you reached the entrance. 

“Katsuki! Hi,” you said with a beam as you opened your door. He held a small cloth bag with containers of food (most definitely made by him before he came over despite how busy he was earlier today) and had his face half covered by a scarf. The parts of his cheeks that were showing along with the tip of his nose were flushed pink from the biting cold outside. 

So cute, you thought with a smile, wanting to heat him up by cupping his face in your hands that were warmed from the cup of hot chocolate. 

“I made your favorite,” he said gruffly, imperceptibly lifting the container of food up. “In case you wanted to eat it while we watched the movie or whatever.” 

Your mouth watered at the thought of your favorite food and your heart warmed at the image of Katsuki cooking it for you. “It already smells amazing! Thank you.” 

He shrugged, hiding his reddening cheeks further in his scarf. “S’no problem. Now...Aren’t you going to invite me in now?” 

“Yes, but wait—” You faked a gasp as your eyes darted to the doorframe above you, hoping it sounded more convincing than it felt. “Oh, my! A mistletoe? How did that get there?” 

Katsuki squinted, slowly looking between you and the mistletoe above you. “Isn’t this your house? So wouldn’t you have to be the one to have placed it here?” 

You blinked, cheeks warming up in embarrassment. Well, that wasn’t the response you anticipated. 

“I... That’s a good point,” you replied meekly, but quickly tried to snap yourself out of it. You planned out this perfect holiday kiss and though it wasn’t going exactly as you expected in your head, you still wouldn’t let the effort go to waste. “I must’ve forgotten, hah. But you know what they say about mistletoe—”

“You trying to kiss me under the mistletoe?” he interrupted in an amused tone, pulling his scarf down from his face to reveal his teasing smirk. 

You fiddled with the sleeves of your sweater, looking to the ground abashedly. “Maybe.”

“Damn, that’s cliche,” he said, chuckling as he placed the bag he was holding on the floor to free his hands so he could gently lift your chin up to face him. “Cute.” 

Your eyes widened as Katsuki pressed his mouth against yours, somewhat surprised your poorly executed mistletoe kiss plan worked. His hands were warm but his lips were cold, a shocking contrast that made your skin tingle. Your heart pounded and your stomach flip-flopped, yet a sense of tranquility and belonging filled you. 

A feeling better than you could have ever imagined from a simple kiss. 

His lips felt soft and tasted slightly of the pink pomegranate lip balm you got him when you tried expanding his horizons from those flavorless petroleum jelly balms. You giggled into the kiss, glad he ended up using it. 

“Oi, what’re you laughin’ at?” he asked somewhat breathless, pulling away with a scowl though his hand was still resting on the small of your back to hold you close. 

You shook your head, a dazed smile on your face. “Nothing— I was just thinking about how good you taste. Pomegranate lip balm. Yummy.” 

Katsuki snorted as you briefly touched the tip of your finger to his lower lip. “Fragrance in lip and skin products can cause irritation and shit.” 

“Then why are you using it?”

“‘Cause you gave it to me and it’d just be a waste not to,” he muttered with an eyeroll. Then, more quietly, “And because you like it.”

You leaned closer to his chest, wiggling your eyebrows at him with a pleased expression. You liked what you heard. “What was that again? Just because I like it? How adorable.”

“I didn’t say shit.”

Laughing, you lightly tapped the tip of his nose. “Sure, I believe you.”  

But the mischievous look on your face told Katsuki that you heard him clear as day. He huffed, changing the topic before the embarrassment could set in. “Let’s get inside before the food gets cold.” 

He picked up the container from the ground and switched into house slippers before entering your place. Katsuki came over so often that by now he had his own designated set of indoor slippers (the ones you got him had small, smiling bunnies with carrots and hearts printed on it, much to his distaste and your utter pleasure).

As you followed after him, you called, “Wait— Let me bring the mistletoe with me, too!”

“Leave it,” he said, glancing behind him. When he looked away, the tips of his ears were flushed a slight red. “You don’t need a stupid mistletoe to kiss me, idiot. You can do it whenever.”

You looked up at the hanging mistletoe with a smile, silently thanking the inanimate object. You wouldn’t have gathered enough courage without the silly holiday tradition, but thankfully, you wouldn’t be needing it to kiss Katsuki anymore.

[chippedaxe]

can u do a part 2 if 'hate is a strong word' maybe with some nsfw

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Title: Hate Is A Strong Word P2

Warning(s): cursing, NSFW, arguing, fighting etc.., praising, degrading, maybe a bit of humiliation? Idk. , unprotected sex

Pronouns: They/them, afab

Synopsis: You and Karl end up arguing after you get jealous, resulting in sex between the two of you.

Pairing: c!Karl X Dom! Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Part 1: Hate is A Strong Word (sfw)

Note: unedited*

- If some words don't make sense or spelling is wrong than sorry, I'm too lazy to proof read and edit my fics.

- written in my notes app

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Karl put his hands up in defeat “I don’t understand why you’re so angry about this! I promise to you that nothing else happened!” Karl shouted “oh yeah? Then where’d you get that love bite from??” You pointed out a red mark on his neck “it’s a mosquito bite!” Karl argued back, you took a step towards him “oh? You’re calling Sapnap a mosquito now?”

“No! It really is just a mosquito bite! Please trust me on this!” Karl moved away from you “you know why I don’t like you seeing Sapnap!” You were on the verge of tears “holy shit- are you crying? Babe, I’m sorry I made you feel like this..” Karl approached you.

You got ready to fight and put your hands up “I’m not trying to hurt you, can I please just give you a hug? You’re not in the right headspace right now..” Karl reached his arms out to you. You lowered your defenses and looked away as you allowed Karl to embrace you.

“Why would you go out of your way to ignore my feelings? I told you to leave Sapnap alone for a reason!” You exclaimed “I know! I tried to avoid him but I couldn’t help running into him” Karl apologized “if I go to Las Nevada’s and talk with Slime boy- will he be able to truthfully tell me that nothing happened between you and Sapnap?” You started to cry.

“I wish you could just trust what I’m saying! Of course Sapnap and I did nothing!” Karl frowned “prove it! Kill him or something! Burn his house down!” You were hysterical “you know I can’t do that! Look- let me just make it up to you, do you want me to get you something to eat?” Karl caressed your cheek.

You slapped his hand away “if you want my forgiveness than you better listen good!” Karl’s ears perked up and he started listening right away “I’m gonna go to the kitchen and get a glass of water and when I come back I want you to be stripped naked on that fucking bed, alright?” You crossed your arms.

“W-what? Of course!” Karl’s cheeks heated up and he was quick to follow your instructions, struggling to pull off his clothes as you left the room. You walked down the stairs and slowly made your way to the kitchen, maybe you had just been overreacting but you wouldn’t let Karl know that he was right.

You grabbed a glass and poured yourself some water, sipping from it slowly while thinking about the whole situation. Sapnap was 100% trying to make you jealous so you knew you’d have to work harder to get him back!

You returned upstairs, opening the door and being met with Karl’s naked body spread on the bed. He opened his legs up shyly to you, revealing his hard erection he had gotten “oh baby.. look at you, you’re so gorgeous..” your lips pursed into a small smile.

“T-thank you Y/n..” Karl glanced away from you timidly, you walked over and crawled onto the bed. You began to slowly strip yourself of your clothes, pulling your blouse over your head and shimmying your pants to the floor.

Karl looked up at you, mesmerized by the way your body looked in the lighting “oh you’re so handsome..” Karl mouthed out to you quietly. Karl reached out to touch you but you slapped his hand away “no touching, this is supposed to be your punishment” you told him off for it.

You got between his legs and stared up at him intently, he looked down at you and puffed his cheeks out “well- are you gonna do anything?” He asked. “Not if my out keep being impatient, Karl!” You furrowed your eyebrows “okay okay- sorry darling..” he kept quiet and shut his mouth.

“Good boy, now stay still and keep your hips on the bed” you instructed him as you slowly leaned forward and licked a line up his shaft. He gasped and whines softly, covering his face up in embarrassment “you look so fucking pretty like this, why are you hiding from me?” You took his hands off his face.

His face was a pure red colour, sweat dripping down his forehead “I’m so embarrassed..” he mumbled. You brought your hand up and groped his balls for a moment, relishing in the way his body reacts to you “s-stop that feels weird!” Karl pleaded for a moment “do you really want me to stop?” You asked him again.

He kept quiet for a few seconds “n-no..” you smiled in delight and continued your actions. Karl bucked his hips up against your hand which resulted in you pinning his hips down “if you can’t stay still then I’m gonna have to tie you down- would you like that?” You threatened him “n-no please.. I can be good for you!” He gasped.

You nipped on the soft skin of his thighs, leaving a large bite on one of them. It started to bleed a bit so you just licked it up, Karl winced and closed his legs around your head “that feels weird!” He said out loud.

You rubbed and caressed his thighs gently “sorry baby..” you cooed, you got on top of him and straddled his lap. You grabbed the back of his head and brought him closer to you so you could have better access to his neck, kissing and sucking the light skin.

You tried not to give in to your thoughts but you couldn’t help but take a bite, ripping a loud moan from Karl’s mouth “ah!” He moaned. You pulled away and the both of you just stared at each other awkwardly for a moment “t-that felt good..” Karl admitted.

You went back to your work, marking up Karl and biting him whenever you felt like it. When you leaned back and admired him is when you saw how red his neck was now, you clenched your thighs together and gulped nervously as you realized you may have liked this more than you thought.

“P-please..” Karl begged “hm? Please what?” You asked “please ride me- or let me fuck you!” His hips rutted away against the air desperately “why should I give you anything you want? You were being so bad today!” You reminded him “please? I can be so good for you! I-if you let me touch you than I can prove it!” He pleaded.

You sighed and gave in to his demands, getting off him and laying down on the bed so he could touch you. Your skin was bare and the gust of cold air coming from the window every so often would make your nipples harden, you held onto a pillow gently as you felt Karl part your legs for you.

Karl licked his lips “this looks like the best meal I’ve ever seen in my entire life..” he commented as he stared at your wet folds, his fingers opening you up. Karl slid between your legs and stuck his tongue out, licking along your slit and moaning at the taste.

“Oh you taste so good.. how could I ever want to eat anything else?” Karl’s arms wrapped around your thighs to keep you glued against his face “a-ah! H-hey Karl, slow down!” You gasped, your hand grasping onto his hair which only encouraged him to go faster.

His tongue slid deep inside of you, exploring your fleshy wet cave. Your pussy clenched around him, your clit rubbing against his face as he worked hard to please you “I’m close..” you let Karl know. You released on Karl’s face and threw your head back, your legs shaking a bit as he continued to eat you out through your orgasm.

“Alright.. you earned it- come here big boy!” You invited him to fuck you, opening your legs wide enough so he could get buried deep in you. Karl quickly got to it, his cock sliding into your wet sheath and being surrounded by your warm walls.

Karl thrusted in and out with no pattern whatsoever, rutting into you harshly like an inexperienced teenage boy “y/n!” Karl moaned out your name as he started to go faster. Karl put his hand above your head to stabilize himself and keep him from falling over.

“P-please let me cum inside of you, please!” Karl begged “fuck- go ahead!” You arched your back and allowed Karl to cum inside of you. His load being shot deep inside of your vagina, coating your thick warm walls with his white semen.

Karl pulled out and flopped on the bed, panting heavily as he tried to rest “don’t go to sleep now! You still have a long day ahead of you, go get dressed you bum!” You sat up and encouraged him to get out of bed.

Karl groaned and got out of the bed, his legs shaking a bit as he stood up. He walked over to his dresser and began to get dressed, pulling his hoodie over his head and slipping on some pants. You felt lazy so you just threw a big shirt on and a pair of shorts, the two of you now dressed and ready to take on the world.

You finally got the idea to what your great genius plan to get Sapnap back was! You looked down at the ground and sighed, turning your head to face Karl and tell him what was on your mind.

“You know what, Karl baby? I want you to go see Sapnap right now and tell him how sorry I am for overreacting” you smirked. Karl had most likely thought you were turning a new leaf, being the bigger person when really you were just fulfilling your master plan.

Karl was littered with hickies and love bites all along his skin, you couldn’t miss them! Even his oversized hoodie couldn’t cover the marks up! Your plan was to expose his marks to Sapnap so he would finally see that Karl was yours and yours alone! Hopefully it’ll work.

[spaceman-earthgirl]

Supercorptober 2021 Day 6: Fall

Fic link. Series link.

“Come on, please? What’s the point of being here if we can’t at least enjoy ourselves a little?”

It’s the pout that gets her, and even though she does have work to do, even though the point of this trip is work, she can’t say no when Kara is looking at her like that, all wide hopeful eyes and a stuck out lip that makes her wonder how someone can be so completely adorable while also being incredibly hot at the same time.

“You’re right,” Lena sighs.

Kara sits up from where she’d flopped dramatically onto their hotel room bed.

(Don’t get Lena started on the fact that they’d shared a bed the last few nights, it’s not like they’ve never shared a bed before, but there’s something oddly intimate about sharing a hotel room, which she knows makes absolutely no sense because the first night she’d stayed over at Kara’s, all she’d been able to smell was Kara’s shampoo on the pillow and she’d got very little sleep, but regardless, it feels intimate, spending the weekend away with Kara. Even if it is mostly a work trip).

“I am?”

Lena smiles. “You are. I invited you to join me for a long weekend so we could take a break, have some fun, not for me to work the whole time.” She did have to work some of the time, but it’s Monday now, the conference is over, and she has two whole days to spend uninterrupted with her best friend, and she should be enjoying it, not worrying about work. “So, what did you have in mind?”

“Can we check out the pool? It looked really cool, they even have a diving board!”

Lena laughs at Kara’s enthusiasm, and again, how can she say no when Kara looks so excited. Which is how she ends up sitting poolside, Kara stretched out on a sun lounger beside her, with way too much toned skin on display that Lena’s having trouble keeping her eyes away from.

She tries to focus on the book in her hand instead.

It doesn’t work.

“Are you ready to swim yet?” Kara asks, tilting her sunglasses up as she glances over at Lena.

“I am not swimming.”

Kara pouts. “Then why did you put on your bathing suit?”

“Because you gave me that look and you know I can’t say no when you look at me like that but I’m saying no now.”

Kara’s bottom lip sticks out even more and Lena’s resolves wavers but it doesn’t break.

“Will you at least come and watch me swim? I want to try out the diving board.”

Lena laughs as she closes her book and tucks it under her chair. “I can do that.” She’s sure the diving board won’t be that great, particularly for someone who can literally fly, but Kara looks excited so she stands and follows her best friend.

What happens next is entirely Kara’s fault. Well, okay, it’s a little bit Lena’s but Kara is wearing a bikini so it’s mostly hers.

Lena’s eyes drop down, just for a moment, to Kara’s ass, as she follows her to the other side of the pool. It is just for a moment, because as soon as she realises what she’s doing, she pulls her eyes away because she should not be checking out her best friend.

It would be fine, if that was all it was, if Lena looked away, locked all her attraction (and love, it took her a while to admit it, but she’s definitely in love with Kara) up inside her like she usually does and moves on. But that’s not all it is, because her moment of distraction nearly has her walking into another guest at the pool who she quickly has to side step, an apology already half out of her mouth, turning into a yelp as she trips on a towel on the ground because, again, she wasn’t looking where she was going.

She knows if they were alone, she’d already be in Kara’s arms, safe from what she knows is about to happen. But they’re not alone, there are other guests and staff around, so there’s nothing, not even Lena’s flailing arms, that can stop her from falling straight into the pool.

The cool water hits her, Lena splashing around underwater for a moment before she breaks back through the surface, spluttering for air as she does. She wipes wet hair from her eyes, finds Kara crouched only a few feet away from her on the edge of the pool, looking ready to jump in at the slightest sign she needs help.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Lena says, as she takes Kara’s now outstretched hand, lets herself be pulled out of the water.

“You’re not hurt?” Kara asks, concern-filled blue eyes watching her as Kara grabs her own towel, wraps it around Lena’s shoulders.

“I promise, I’m fine,” Lena says, tugging the ends of the towel around her. She waves off one of the hotel employees who looks like she’s about to come over and check that everything is okay. “Though I am a little embarrassed.”

Kara presses her lips together, and where there was concern before, it now looks like she’s trying not to laugh.

“It’s not funny,” Lena grumbles, but it only makes Kara’s smile grow.

“It is a little funny,” Kara laughs, reaching out to help untangle the mess her hair now is as Kara attempts to tuck it behind her ears. Kara’s warm fingers brush her skin as she does and suddenly, falling into the pool might not be the worst thing ever. “You do make a very cute drowned rat.”

At least her red cheeks could be blamed on her surprise swim.

“And now,” Kara says, pulling the towel back from around Lena. “Since you’re already all wet, you have no excuses for not wanting to swim with me.”

“I suppose I can’t use the excuse that I don’t want my hair to get wet now, can I?” Lena asks, Kara’s smile contagious.

“Yes!” Kara grins, doing a little happy dance that only serves to make Lena fall a little bit more in love. “Come on,” Kara says, tangling her fingers with Lena’s. “It’ll be fun, I promise.”

[angry-geese]

Homesick Remedy

Gojo Satoru x Reader

Warnings: nsfw. Smut and fluff. Tender sex, hickeys/marking, oral (fem recieving), unprotected sex, creampie, breeding mention, praise kink (sort of/interpretable). afab reader.

Notes: Gojo returns home from a job and spends some quality time with the reader. domestic fluff turned smut

You're not quite sure when you hear the door open.

Gojo usually comes home late. It's the nature of his job. Being one of the world's best Jujutsu sorcerers doesn't exactly follow a 9-5 schedule. Curses don't care if you're sleeping. Most nights you would stay up to greet him. Your schedule was nearly as hectic as his, you dealt with this often. If he found you dozing off on the couch he'd press a kiss to your forehead and carry you to bed.

You had gone on a job the day prior. It was nothing of note; something you could easily handle on your own. A curse was proving to be difficult for lower level sorcerers so they sent you in. Mistakenly you let your guard down—only for a moment—and it cost you. The curse landed a blow on you. Nothing fatal. While your injuries weren't the most visible, they sure don't feel that way. You found yourself unwilling to tell Gojo, though. You could take care of yourself, but he always fussed over you. If he noticed something was off this morning, he made no mention of it.

Gojo's hand briefly touches your head, messing up your hair.

"You're home early." You say, reaching your arms out for him, making grabbing motions with your hands.

He leans down to give you a quick kiss before hauling you into his arms. Instinctively you bury your face in his chest, inhaling the woody scent of his cologne. As much as it smells nice, he puts far too much on. The scent tends to linger long after he's left the room. Something metallic hangs onto it. Blood. Although he doesn't appear injured.

Dramatically he flops back onto the couch. You shift so you're sitting in his lap, facing him. Dark circles line the skin under his eyes. It makes you wonder when he's last slept. His hair is a mess. Idly you brush it out of his eyes, tucking it behind his ear.

"Missed me?" This dumb looking grin spreads across his face.

"You? Never."

He visibly deflates. Of course you missed him, but his ego could survive a hit or two. There are very few things you enjoyed more than bullying your boyfriend. All in good fun. He's rarely bothered by it. Unfortunately you love him.

You often wonder how you got so lucky.

When the two of you first met, you couldn't stand each other. It was so long ago that it's hard to believe now. There was an obvious rivalry in school. He was always the best at what he did. Though he was a few years older, and moments you ran into him were rare, so it was often shrugged off. If you found something you thought you'd be good at, he was always better. Growing up, he was annoying like that. For someone like you, it made you furious. You had a petty, competitive streak. You had to be good at everything you did. You had to be one of the best sorcerers. You had to be the best in your class.

And you were, but he was always better.

You're a very talented sorcerer yourself, but it's hard not to feel inadequate standing next to him. Most people could say the same thing. Half of the Jujutsu world either wanted him, or wanted to be him. He always fit in so well.

It wasn't until well into adulthood that your paths crossed for long enough to talk. The two of you were more similar than you ever thought. You gave him a chance. Reluctantly so, but you did. Your work only made the two of you grow closer.

He shifts so you're in a more comfortable position in his arms, head resting against his chest. The sudden movement makes you wince. His demeanor completely changes. Gojo handles you like you're fragile; like you'll shatter in his grasp.

It pisses you off just a little bit.

"Is everything alright?" He asks.

He scans you over for injuries. The feeling of his eyes on your body makes you want to shrink back and hide.

"I may have had my ass handed to me on that last job." You let out a nervous sounding laugh, burying your face in his jacket. You're not quite sure why you're embarrassed. It was a mistake, nothing more. But he never makes them.

You're not sure if that makes it worse or better. So you don't question it.

You lean back in to deepen the kiss. It's the first distraction you can think of. It seems to work. The strong muscle of his tongue pushes past your lips, exploring your mouth. He tastes sweet. The scent of his cologne is heady, and makes your head swim.

"Do you want to?" He asks.

He's almost certain of the answer, but it never hurts to check.

You nod—maybe a bit too quick—but you nod. Despite the way your body aches, you want him.

"We're doing this in bed then." He says.

Gojo doesn't give you any time to respond before he's hauling you up into his arms bridal style, heading straight for your shared bedroom. The way he tosses your body onto the bed is a bit rough. It sends a sharp pain up through your ribs. The bed dips under his weight as he kneels in front of you. As you try to sit up, he pins you. His hands hold your wrists to the headboard, his knees straddling you.

Gojo coaxes your shirt over your head, humming in amusement when he realizes you don't have a bra on underneath. He palms at your breasts, tweaking your nipples between his fingers, working them into stiff peaks. He leans forward to take one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. It feels nice, but you can't help the throbbing ache it sends right to your cunt. Your hands tangle in his hair, gently guiding him where you want him most. It hardly takes him any time to turn you into a moaning, babbling mess.

You'll have a collar of hickeys in the morning.

Part of you hates how quickly he can turn you to putty in his hands. He knows all the ways that make you melt.

You palm at the growing tent in his pants. He's half hard, his cock leaking against his thigh. He's been gone so long, maybe you've missed him more than you thought. He's certainly missed you. He always finds himself wanting to come home to you at the end of the day.

You lift your hips enough so he can slide your shorts—along with your panties—completely off. Then Gojo's shirt. They're tossed in a heap to your side, landing by your discarded clothes. You're always surprised at how muscular he is without his jacket. It hides a lot more than you thought, you suppose. His eyes scan over you, and the instinct there is to hide. He notices you shying away and stops for a moment.

"Do you still want to?"

Again, you nod. You'd have stopped him if you really didn't.

He pulls you in for a kiss—just a quick peck this time—then plants one on the tip of your nose. Your cheeks turn bright red at that. His head dips down to press a kiss to your sternum; the valley between your breasts. He trails kisses down your bare stomach. Somewhere during that time his hands find your breasts, kneading the plush flesh. He's always admired the curves of your body. His was nice, but it was all angles and hard muscle.

His cock is around average in size—maybe a bit bigger—about six or so inches. It's pretty, like a pornstar's, and he always keeps it well groomed. He's not very intimidating. The head is a ruddy color, with a prominent vein running right to it. Although he's clean shaven, the hairs at the base of his cock are the same white as his head. That question bothered you for years before you finally got an answer. It doesn't take a whole lot of prep to take him, but he always likes working his partners up. Anything you could deal, he'd dish back out double. Never anything you can't handle, but Gojo can be a bit of an ass.

He presses a kiss to your thigh, sucking a dark mark where you won't be able to see. The action sends an ache of need right to your core. Heat pools low in your stomach, slowly building in intensity. Gojo's arms hook around your thighs, pulling you towards him. Your legs rest just over his shoulders. The aching need in your cunt makes it hard to think straight. All you want is for him to touch you. He licks a long stripe up your slit. His own eyes are clouded with need, his cheeks flushed, lips bitten pink. His strong hands knead the soft flesh of your thighs, his breath hot against your skin. He licks a stripe from your bellybutton to your mound. You jump as he presses kitten licks to your clit, working the bundle of nerves in achingly slow motions. You taste sweet, he notes.

Your hands bury in his hair, guiding him to where you need him most. This time he relents, leaning in to lap at your clit in soft, steady motions. One of his fingers presses against your entrance. They're long, but thin, and dexterous. After a moment, he adds a second, pressing up against your g-spot. It's another moment before he starts pumping them. The sounds of your slick sex and moans fill the room. He sucks onto the sensitive bundle of nerves so desperately that it feels like it'll pop off. He swirls his tongue around it in a way that makes your toes curl and your fingers bury in the sheets. You get louder the closer you get to your own orgasm. He takes note of this. It's only a moment later when he pulls away. The lower half of his face glistens in the dim light. He makes a show of licking his fingers, groaning at the taste. Gojo leans back in for a kiss. Not much more than a quick peck. You can taste yourself on him. He finds your shocked and disappointed look endearing.

"Please,"

A smug look spreads across his face. "Please what?"

"Fuck me,"

He cages you in his arms, pinning your wrists against the bed. You might be able to wriggle out of his grasp if you really tried; not that you want to. He can't help but admire the mess between your thighs.

You take his cock into your hands, giving him a few quick pumps. He's painfully hard. Precum beads at the head, which has turned an angry shade of red. Gojo wastes no time in lining himself up. His slick cock head traces around your entrance before pushing in. He takes his time, slowly bottoming out in you. The stretch stings slightly, but isn't necessarily painful. With all the prep, he slides right in. He groans as you take him right to the hilt.

As he starts to thrust, your scramble for purchase against his chest. Your arms wrap around his neck, your fingers lacing together behind his head. His hair tickles your neck. He coos words of praise into your ear, telling you how good you take him, how good you feel around him. You clench around him, pulling him back in. Gojo sucks dark marks into your neck, only adding to the collar of hickeys. He takes pride in seeing you all marked up. Some possessive part of him loves seeing the marks he leaves behind.

Gojo's hips roll against yours in lazy thrusts. To him, there's no prettier sight than seeing your form writhe under him. His hands grab your legs propping them up on his shoulders. The new angle allows him to hit deeper than before. He picks up in pace, snapping his hips against yours in short, quick motions.

His free hand traces circles around your clit. The heat in your stomach soon grows scorching in nature. You're close. He notices the way your breathing grows shaky, how your moans get louder and more desperate sounding.

When you cum, you cum hard. Your legs clamp around his hips, pulling him back in. The way your pussy spasms around him is enough to send him over the edge. It almost catches him off guard—he didn't expect to cum so soon—he bites into his tongue hard to stop the moan that escapes him. His cum paints your walls white, filling you up more than ever before. As he pulls out, he does so slowly to not spill any of his cum.

He pulls you so your back is flush to his chest. Your skin is sticky with sweat, and maybe a bit of saliva. The sound of his steady breathing threatens to lull you to sleep. He smooths a hand over your hair, brushing it out of your eyes. Gojo looks at you with such adoration that it makes affection swell in your chest. Moments like these are rare; falling asleep next to him. Life rarely seems to allow it. It's always nice when you can take a break together.

"I missed you." You finally say.

"I know." He plants a kiss on your forehead. "I missed you too."

[sillyrabbit81]

Hi dear

I'm a big fan of your writing, especially the way you write Sy. Love it. If you are still taking prompts, I have one.

How would Henry and his characters react to having an Erectile dysfunction?

I think that topic is not being discussed enough.

🖤🖤🖤

Thanks for the ask Anon. I was having trouble with this ask so I discussed it with @henryobsessed and we worked on it together. To be fair, she did most of it! If you haven’t read any of her work I suggest you visit her blog and take a look at her Masterlist . She is a great friend and has a wonderful perspective and a unique style. I love her!

@henryobsessed here I have to interject and have my say too, I loved this request, it was so much fun finding creative ways to discuss a delicate subject. And for the record I may have done more characters but @sillyrabbit81 wrote more words per character HAHAHA. You are a wonderful Friend and Cavill sister you inspire and push me to be myself and I cannot be more grateful. That being said have fun reading guys 😊

Summary: Situations in which Henry and his characters suffer erectile dysfunctions

Word Count: approx 3k

Warnings: smut, masturbation (m), oral sex (m and f receiving), anal play, p in v sex, bad medical advice, incorrect use of prescription medication, bodily fluids, period sex, drunk sex, Dom/sub relationship, descriptions of violence and death,

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Erectile Dysfunction Headcanon

Henry Cavill

Henry had been filming for months and now he was headed home for a week’s break. You sat there waiting in the tinted people mover, as Henry was ushered to the car. Lights blinded you as the door opened, he climbed in, and smiling a weary grin, he pulled you into a big bear hug. He missed you so much.

That night, he fell into your arms in a passionate embrace. You had both craved each other, missing one another’s touch. As the night progressed, you noticed things were different. For the first forty minutes you were ecstatic, he had bought you to orgasm three times. Your body was super sensitive, but every time he seemed to be close himself, the phone would ring, indicating someone needed him. You had switched it off after an hour, having enough, and wanting his undivided attention.

Henry had managed to stay hard, but after an hour and a half, it was beginning to be painful for you, and he seemed no closer. Eventually, he flopped beside you, drained from the physical exertion.

“I don’t know what’s wrong. It’s like I’m right there, but I can’t let go.”

You brought him into your arms, and caressing his back said, “Don’t worry love. It will be ok. Just give yourself a day, and maybe we can shut your phone off. I think the stress it is causing you might be a big part of the problem.”

He huffed at the thought. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe.” He sighed and soon you heard soft snores spilling from his lips.

Walter Marshall

It had been a long day, scratch that a long month. Walter had been working day and night to catch a serial killer. That night as he came home, he couldn’t forget the latest victim. What they had found had turned his stomach. In all the years he had been on the force, nothing could have prepared him for what they found that night.

Arriving home he collapsed on the bed, he was so physically exhausted, and for once sleep immediately consumed him. He woke nearly twelve hours later to the smell of bacon, eggs, and coffee. He groaned; he had forgotten it was his two-year anniversary with you. Walking into the bathroom he washed his face, staring at the blood shot eyes reflected back at him.

“Come on man, get it together. You promised her,” Walter tried to fire himself up. It was no use, he was spent. Sighing, he walked into the kitchen wrapped his arms around you and breathed in the soft floral scent in your hair. For the first time in days, he felt a spark within himself, and although the horrific images still played on his mind, he felt a slight peace. He kissed your head, relieved, something could still reach him, something was still good. “Happy anniversary, love,” he growled.

After a wonderful breakfast, Walter sat on the couch with you and the two of you cuddled while watching a movie. His eyes kept sliding shut, his exhaustion made worse by his full belly. His fatigue became even more apparent when after reaching your hand beneath the blanket, you could not bring his flaccid muscle to attention.

Normally this situation would turn heated quickly, you had a way with your tongue that often had him begging for more. But Walter couldn’t get rid of the images in his mind, the battered and dismembered bodies, and the fact they were no closer to catching the killer weighed most heavily on his thoughts.

After half an hour of you trying to arouse him, Walter said in a resigned voice, “Sorry love, I don’t think I can.” With eyes that spoke of immense pain he looked at you and asked, “Could we please just cuddle? I think I need that more than anything right now.” In that moment he knew you were the one for him. He had expected huffing or crying because you thought you weren’t good enough or you asking him to please you. Instead, you had adjusted your position, so he was tucked into your body, holding him close while your hand stroked his curls.

A calm filled his soul as you whispered, “I am here for whatever you need my love. Rest now.”

Captain Syverson

You were just about to turn the light off and go to sleep when you heard the front door open with a crash and heard a rough curse. You grin, Sy was home and wasn’t sober. You knew what that meant, rough, wild, primal fucking. You quickly turn the light off and hide under the covers, well acquainted with the game, you knew how to play your part.

“Where are ya, woman?” Sy’s voice boomed at your bedroom door. “Don’t think you can hide from me. I’m hungry!”

You peek out from under the blanket, Sy had turned the light on again and was quickly undressing. You lick your lips, watching your big furry ox as he dropped his jeans, and his cock was revealed already on its way to being hard. Turning suddenly, he saw you, and you yelped covering your face again. “I see you woman, don’t play shy!” You giggle nervously, excited, your core already dampening with arousal.

Sy pulls the covers back and smirks as he sees you’re already naked waiting for him, “You’re a cheeky little thing ain’tcha?” You bite your lip, opening your legs slightly, inviting him in. Grabbing your ankles, he pulls you down the bed and gets on his knees. A low growl emanates from his throat before he dives between your legs feasting on you with an eagerness that brings you swiftly to your peak.

Licking at his lips and sucking on his glistening whiskers, he stands up pumping his cock getting it ready. Your brows pull together, puzzled, he’s always hard when he eats you out. You don’t have time to dwell on it because he’s soon ready. Sy flips you onto your knees before he enters and begins his assault on your core.

Something is wrong though, you can feel him falling out of you. Did he cum already? Sy mumbles curses, pulling out and you turn around and see him fisting himself again as he slips his fingers inside you. In a few moments he is hard again, removing his fingers and replacing it with his cock. You sigh, relieved, as he builds his rhythm, and you hear him start to groan. But soon, it happens again, and try as he might he just can’t stay hard.

“Fuck,” Sy growls. You turn around and see the look on his face, a mix of frustration and embarrassment that melts your heart. “I think I drank too much Sugar,” he says, running his hand over his short hair. “Fuck. This hasn’t happened… Fuck!”

“Hey!” you say sharply to get his attention.

“What?” Sy replies just as sharply, but he doesn’t look at you.

“It’s fine, Baby,” you assure him. You see him jut his jaw and you reach up and cup his cheeks, making him look at you. “It’s ok. You’re just a little too drunk,” you smile and give him a soft kiss. “It happens.”

“Not to me it don’t.”

“It’s not forever,” you say. “Come on, let’s go to sleep. I’m sure it’ll be back normal in the morning.” You kiss him again and pull his head down to whisper in his ear, “maybe you could wake me up like you did last week.” You pull back and smirk raising your eyebrows.

Sy grins, still a little sheepish, but there was a hint of mischief in his eyes again, “You’re a good thing, Sugar.” He kisses your forehead and says, “I love you.”

Geralt of Rivia

Geralt had never in his life had this happen before. The bar maid who had eagerly agreed to keep his bed warm on this cold winter’s night, gaped in confusion.

How could it be? She thought, All the myths about Witcher’s said they were virile and could last most of the night. She had been consumed with the thought ever since The White Wolf had arrived in the area and was quick to accept his offer to take her to his bed. She was bitterly disappointed and pouted at Geralt. Her sweet, plump lips alone should have been enough to make his cock stand, but tonight it lay unmoving, and useless.

That blasted sorcerer, it must have been him who had cast a curse on Geralt. It could be the only explanation for his inadequate showing. Looking at the poor wench beside him, Geralt pitied her. She had been most eager to satisfy his needs tonight, giving a valiant effort to arouse him. No matter, he had other ways to enjoy bringing her to the height of pleasure. Granted he didn’t normally concern himself with their needs as his own normally coincided with theirs. But tonight, his fingers, and tongue would be adequate until he broke the curse and returned to give her what she truly deserved.

Mike

The party had been epic, the drinks flowed, pot was smoked in abundance and Mike had managed to capture the attentions of a wonderful long legged blonde beauty. She helped him back to her apartment and his heart rate raised as she slowly stripped him, leaving him in all his naked glory. Laying on the bed he watched as she did a strip tease for him, her perky breasts bouncing as she jiggled her ample peach in his face.

But something was wrong, the situation was right, she was right but… he held his hand out to the two or was it three beauties before him. One took his hand as he guided her to sit in his lap. He caressed her as they kissed, his tongue violating her mouth with as much enthusiasm as his inebriated self could manage. Even with her grinding against him nothing happened.

“Shit” he swore.

The girl frowned and her lips seemed to move in twisted patterns which stilled again before she snickered. An evil cackle reverberated in her throat and her face twisted into that of a demented creature. “Can’t get it up, boy?” she taunted as she continued to laugh. She collected his clothes and managed to push him out of her bedroom and into the night. Standing in the cold with only his briefs covering his body, he stumbled as he began his walk of shame home.

August Walker

August Walker was hands down, far and away, the greatest lover you have ever had. He was the only man who had ever been able to keep up with you, your average session lasting for four hours. He was able to cum and get hard again faster than any guy you had ever been with too.

But being with August meant following The Rules. There were many Rules, rules which governed how you would dress when you saw him, how you were groomed, how you were to address him and when you could contact him. There were punishments too, but you had been a good girl, never broken any of his rules, so you never gave the punishments a thought.

One of the many Rules was absolutely no snooping. He said it was for your protection as much for his privacy. You didn’t know exactly how August made his money, but you assumed it had to be from some sort of illegal activity. So, you obeyed this rule as you did the others until one evening after a marathon session, you realised you got your period. You were shocked August hadn’t said anything, clearly he had continued to fuck you while you were bleeding. You started opening his bathroom cupboards searching for a tampon or pad or something, hoping you wouldn’t have to stuff your panties with toilet paper until you got home.

You opened the cupboard behind the mirror and were surprised to see a pill bottle with little blue tablets. You recognised them and after checking the label and confirming it you were speechless. August used Viagra? But, it didn’t seem possible that he would need it, his stamina was out of this world… unless…

“What do you think you are doing Petal?” August said from the doorway, a box of tampons and a towel was in his hands.

Quickly recovering your senses, you grabbed the box and towel out of his hands and kissed his cheek saying, “Looking for those. Thank you, August.”

Quicker than you thought possible you were bent over the counter, cheek pushed into the stone benchtop. “You found my pills,” August said coldly. Leaning his body over yours, his weight pushed down on you, holding you in place as he kicked your legs apart. You muffled a cry as you felt him hard again against your ass. “I don’t need them, for most women, Petal. But for particularly slutty, insatiable, cock hungry brats such as yourself, it’s a necessary assistance.”

“I didn’t mean to pry,” you murmured, hoping he would take pity on you. Tears welled in your eyes as his finger pressed against your ass, forcing your tight muscles apart and you cried as he entered you. “I’m sorry, August.”

“My dear sweet, Pet,” August grunted as he violated you with a second finger. “If you aren’t sorry now, you will be.”

Napoleon Solo

Napoleon had been watching the siren from a distance all night. Her lithe body commanded all around to her attention. After she finished singing her call to the night goddess, he made his move. Two drinks in hand he set his sights and went in for the kill.

The two danced, drank and now were in her apartment, laid out on her bed he was happily pleasing her, mouth buried between her delicious thighs. His tongue flicked expertly over her button bringing her to climax, exciting his body, he climbed forward and for the first time that night claimed her lips. They kissed passionately until something changed, his mind grew foggy, and his cock deflated.

“Aww, is the great Casanova having trouble?” she laughed her sweet siren song changing to a bitter retort. His confused eyes tried to fix on hers as she began to distort, her last words filling his gut with fear. “Don’t worry love. I’ll take good care of you Napoleon Solo.”

Clark Kent

Clark was in college and his new friend Tommy was egging him on to take Crystal out for a date. He couldn’t understand why the cheerleader wanted to take him out. He wasn’t anything special as far as she knew, but she had been flirting with him all week.

Dinner was nice and Clark was surprised when Crystal suggested they return to her share house for dessert. Nervous as he was around her, he was pleased when after ice cream he had allowed her to talk him into a make out session in her room. They had only been in the room a few moments when he had felt strange. They had been kissing, it was enjoyable, but his stomach had begun to feel off and he felt unusually tired and weak.

The more they kissed the more frustrated he was to realise he wasn’t getting a rise out of his little friend. He noticed a pendant hanging on the wall near her bed, the green stone glowed eerily at him giving him a bad vibe. After a few more moments he politely excused himself, saying he must have eaten something off. Clarke murmured apologies and gave promises that he would call her and he left. Strangely, by the time he left her house he felt better, as if he had never felt ill at all. He was only a little upset that he had ruined his chances with Crystal, something about that pendant made him hope he would never see it again.

Charles Brandon

Charles sat in the apothecary rooms, wondering what he had gotten himself in for. The King had recommended him when Charles confided in his friend of his problem.

“So young man, why are you here?” the old man asked, his face kind but stern.

“Well, I’ve been having trouble, when I pee it burns and well, I can get an erection, but it deflates quickly and sometimes I cannot get one at all. I’m also having abdominal pain.”

The old man chuckled. After examining the affected area, he turned to his wall of potions. Pulling together some salves, and powdered herbs he turned to address the Charles. “Here, rub this on the affected area twice a day, and drink this tea three times a day.” The apothecary paused and said with a grin, “And finally, give the ladies from court a rest for a bit, you will regain your vigour again.”

Shame and chagrin filled Charles as he pulled his coverings back over his privates. Taking the medicines, he snuck out of the room trusting that no one saw him, and hoping against all hope, that this would work.

Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock sits back in satisfaction, marvelling at his new invention. Based on some literature he read from the America’s he perfected the design and made it fit himself perfectly.

Having commissioned the glass tube and rubber attachments, the contraption worked by winding a small handle, creating the necessary suction to create a vacuum, pooling enough blood into his cock to make it erect. By placing a rubber ring at the base of his shaft, he found he was able to maintain an erection for approximately thirty minutes. He could even bring himself to orgasm by his own hand.

It really was a delightful invention. Now, he just had to find that little vixen of a maid and see if it worked with her too. Perhaps he should try and use her mouth first.

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[fundy-simp]

Fundy/GN!Reader - When You’re Ready [1797 words]

Spicy with some fluff! You and Fundy get a little heated and he suggests a game of chicken to help you feel more comfortable. Which if I’m honest this was just me accidentally writing a healthy use of safe words where the safe word is chicken, which is way too funny to me. 

this is spicy, not full nsfw but definitely suggestive and T rated! if you find that uncomfortable in anyway please, I strongly suggest you just scroll past :) if you press read more its no longer my fault that you saw it these wont be common but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless

Fundy held you close while you both slowly danced around his room, it was silly but exactly what you expected from him. His neck was craned down so his face rested in the crook of your neck. It was getting late, the night calling for the end of your date but the grip he had on your hips told you he didn't want you to leave and you definitely weren't going to argue. It was odd, the dance started innocent, mostly an excuse to hold each other close but then something changed.

You couldn't tell if you were just looking too much into it, or if you were the one making it more heated than it was. But you couldn't stop your mind from realizing how warm his breath felt on your neck, or how one of his hands rested on your lower back now instead of your hip. It made your ears burn, you breath caught in your throat when you swore you could feel Fundy's lips lightly graze your neck. The slight touch brought a shiver to your spine that you know he felt.

Letting out a low chuckle, Fundy kissed your neck that time, his lips were soft against your skin but the contact felt like an electric shock. Instinctively you pushed him away, face bright red and breathing slightly heavy. He just went with the push, pulling his hands away from you and clearly in your line of sight, "Too far?" he asked quietly, you could see the slightest tremble in his hands.

You shook your head, much harder than you meant to, making yourself slightly dizzy, "I- No! No no no! It's not that! I just- I. Give me a moment, please." you struggled to find words while he looked at you with soft eyes, his face was flushed with a soft smile on his lips. After a few deep breaths you started to speak again, "It's not that I don't want to, its just. I... I'm scared?" you stuttered out, you frankly weren't good with kind of stuff at all.

Nodding, he carefully reached for your hands, holding one in each hand as he gave you a concerned look "Scared of what?" he asked, rubbing on the back of one of your hands with his thumb.

You shrug, "I-I don't know how to explain it...?" you started, you felt so dumb for having such a weird relationship with these kind of situations, "I'm. I'm just scared I'm gonna freeze up and not say something when it gets too far..." you say quietly before laughing meekly, "God that sounds so stupid when I say it out loud." you say basically shrinking into yourself with every word.

Fundy didn't allow that though, softly and carefully he pulled you into a hug, "We don't have to do anything if you don't want to, love." he said, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

"I want to though! Fundy I. I trust you so much, I just don't want to... Get your hopes up, I guess?" you say, being muffled by his shirt as you shoved your face into it.

He let out a soft giggle, "Trust me, anything we do will be enough till you're ready." his voice was soft and so full of love it made your heart melt. "Here, actually! I have an idea, how about a game of chicken?" he asked, pulling away from you enough to look at your face.

You couldn't help but laugh a little at the idea, but it honestly felt like the perfect idea. "Sounds perfect actually." you reply softly.

He smiled, his sparkling with a hint of pride before he spoke, "Okay it'll be simple, at the start of every new action I'll look to you. If you nod I'll continue, if you shake your head I'll stop that action, and if you say chicken we stop everything entirely. Sound good?" he asked.

You nodded while he led you to his bed and had you sit down. Softly he cupped your face, connecting your lips into a sweet kiss, waiting before moving to deepening it. His tongue slid across your bottom lip, a silent question that you immediately complied too. The kiss started slow at first, both from inexperience and hesitation before Fundy softly pushed you down to lay on the bed.

Quickly you two had to part, both breathing heavily while he moved pulling your legs up and around his hips. Both of your faces were flushed a deep red as he leaned down and connected your lips in a feverish and desperate kiss. His teeth bonking lightly on yours making you both giggle a little before continuing. While that happened he carefully brought his hands down to the hem of your shirt, pulling away from you, he looked at you with lidded eyes as his cold fingers grazed the bare skin of your hips.

Suppressing a shiver you nodded and slowly he pulled your shirt off, sitting back and appreciating your body for a moment. You brought one of your arms up to your face, trying and mostly failing to hide your embarrassment. Softly he started to graze his hands over your torso, "God. Y/n you're so beautiful," he said quietly, almost to himself, "everything about you is perfect." he bent down, placing a soft kiss on your neck waiting a few seconds for your response. You nodded, you felt like you'd melt under every touch he made.

Quickly he started to place more kisses, slowly they got more aggressive. When he started to place hickeys on your neck you moved your arms to his shoulders and pushed him up. Like before he went with the push, you looked at him for a second before shaking your head. Even though they felt like heaven you did not want to have to explain hickeys to anyone.

Fundy's eyes soften as he nods, "Of course, kit." he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips before moving to your jaw. He placed several kisses, lightly nibbling at the skin even, making you gasp before moving to your neck again, this time kissing the other side from last time. Slowly he started to grind his hips on yours, sitting up for your reaction, eagerly you nodded as you motioned for him to lean back down.

Happily he complied and as he leaned down to place kisses on your chest, one hand rested on your hip while the other rested by your head, carefully supporting his body weight. You ran your hand through his hair lightly tugging on it, making his hips jerk as he let out a stifled moan. "Fu-fuck, y/n-" he grunted, focusing more on his hip movements now than kissing you, resting his face in the crook of your neck. One hand still in his hair, you took this chance to return the neck kisses. They were mostly innocent, but when you nibbled on the crook of his neck you felt his hips jerk again a gasp escaping his lips, "Y/n, bite me." he said, his voice was low and breathy as he struggled to keep his moans in.

Immediately you do so, pulling him a little closer before biting down on his neck, the moan that left his throat was like music to your ears. The hand on your hip tightened, which made a knot grow in your stomach as you softly licked the mark you just made. Feverishly he moved his hand to the hem of your pants, looking up at you with big eyes. Your breath caught in your throat, eyes wide as the words basically jumped out of you, "Chick-Chicken! I mean- I-" you stuttered out.

Fundy sat up away from you faster than you've ever seen him move, his chest heaving heavily as he spoke, “Shit- Fuck, I-” he stopped for a few seconds, "Are you okay? I didn't do something wrong did I?" he said quickly, you could see the gears turn in head as he tried to figure out where he could have messed up.

"No! No, you didn't! I'm just-" you pulled your hands away from him, hiding your face in them, "I- I'm not ready for, for uh... You know what I'm getting at." you were sure you were going to melt now, both from the heat of Fundy's touches and your own embarrassment.

Smiling, he learned down, slow enough that if you wanted you could stop him but you didn't. He grabbed your wrists and lightly tugged your hands away from your face before softly kissing you, it was sweet and short before he pulled away "Don't worry, I get it. We can stop now if that's what you want."

You took a deep breath, hesitantly nodding, "I'm sorry, I just- I'm not. I'm so sor-" he leaned in and kissed you again, effectively silencing you.

"Babe. It's okay, I promise. My own body is my own problem, as long as you're comfortable I don't care." he insisted as he sat up from you, you gave him a confused look and he just waved a hand at you.

Sitting up you moved and flopped down on the pillows at the head of the bed. You're heart pounded in your ears as you thought about what just happened in the last... actually you're not sure how long that was but you know for sure it'll be in your dreams forever. The feeling of cloth hitting your face knocked you out of your thoughts, when you moved to look at it, you realized Fundy tossed you one of his hoodies.

He flopped into bed next to you as you put it on, his most recent blue merch hoodie, still as soft as the day it came in. "Come here, we're gonna cuddle and sleep." he lightheartedly demanded, his arms open an open invitation.

You crawled into his arms with a light yawn and snuggled into his chest. A light laugh left you when you realized you can feel his hard on, "Seems like you weren't ready to stop." you say, mostly just to tease him.

"Sh-Shut up! Like I said earlier! My body, my problem. Just, go to bed." He huffed, you could basically feel the blush on his face.

A giggle bubbled out of your chest, a smile resting on your lips as you leaned back and placed a kiss on his jawline, “Thank you, love, for everything. It really means a lot.” You said softly, “I love you so much.”

Fundy snuggled into you, placing a kiss on your forehead, “Of course, I love you too.” he said as he started to run his hands through your hair, massaging your scalp as you slowly started to drift to sleep.

[bestiesenpai]

ashnikko demidevil inspired blurbs

I just took lines from ashnikkos demidevil album and made little blurbs with whatever gave me inspo :) femme reader sometimes gender neutral in some spots, everyone is 18+

Content warnings: yandere-ness, stalking, mentions of heat(but not a/b/o), dubcon, master title(?), light angst? But it’s well deserved, blood

I don’t need a man I need a puppy, allergic to you every time you touch me -

Babysitting your friend's new puppy hybrid wasn’t a task you’d originally wanted. She had gotten him fairly recently, only to jet away to an impromptu vacation, leaving you the sole caretaker of the very large hybrid.

The only problem was you were allergic to dogs. Nothing terrible, but if he stayed around you too long, you’d start to get hives. And he understood that, politely keeping his distance as he roamed around your home.

“Getou, I’m home!” You announced after a long day of work, throwing open the front door only to be assaulted by a harsh musk in the air.

“Master!” Within moments of you kicking the door closed you were pounced on by the giant puppy that had been staying with you for a while. Your back hit the door hard but that wasn’t what you were focused on.

“G-Getou! What’re you doing?!” Your face was aflame not only from embarrassment but from the strong waves of heat rolling off his body. Getou had slid to his knees on the floor and shamelessly shoved his face into the crotch of your pants, his nose bumping right at your slit through your clothes.

“Master please...help…” He whined pitifully, rutting his hips against your leg. It was almost comical, the way he was hunched over you trying desperately to get stimulation to his leaking cock dangling between his legs.

Muddling through the murky memories of what your friend had told you about Getou, it took a few minutes to remember that she had mentioned something about him possibly going into heat.

“Are you…” It only took a glance down at his sweaty body covered only in a t-shirt to affirm that he was indeed in heat. He whined again, nearly sobbing as the harsh material of your bottoms rubbed against his sensitive cock. “What do I need to do?” The question made Getou’s head fly up, and the usual smirk on his face was gone, replaced with glassy eyes and quivering lips.

“I-I know you don’t like dogs but- but could you please just touch me?” Rubbing his face against your hip, Getou looked at you again. His hair and the fur on his ears was frizzy no doubt from sweat and his lips looked like he’d been biting them.

“Scoot back, puppy.” Placing a hand on his forehead, you gently pushed him back. The heat on Getou’s face was scalding, washing over him in a bright blush. Begrudgingly letting you go, Getou sat back on his knees, shoulders hunched but still managing to take up a good amount of space.

“Please help.” Balling up the edges of his shirt, Getou tucked the fabric under his chin and presented himself to you. His skin had a pale red flush, chest heaving and abs tight from trying to contain himself. Your eyes were drawn to his cock, leaking a generous amount of precum down the thick shaft.

“Puppy.” You said the word softly, and a warmth settled between your legs at seeing him look at you from under his lashes. The intense pheromones in the air were triggering your allergies and there was only one surefire way of getting rid of them.

“Master!” Getou choked out as another gush of precum rolled down his cock and his tail thumped against the ground as he writhed a little in agony. “Hurry, please!”

“Let’s go to the bedroom, puppy, it’ll be easier to help you there.” You’d thought about taking him to the couch, but the bed would be more comfortable in the long run.

And you didn’t need to utter the phrase twice. Getou leaped from the ground, his long tail swishing excitedly as he grabbed your wrist and ran to the bedroom. Pushing you onto the bed, he stripped himself in an instant.

“I-I’ll try not to be too rough, master.” He mumbled, climbing over you just as you’d started shrugging off your jacket. Nearly crushed by his entire body weight, Getou made sure to slide his cock right against your clothed cunt, rutting hard against you as soon as he could. “Unless you want it like that.”

I don’t need a man I need a rabbit, I need a new toy just to cleanse my palate -

Get a bunny hybrid, they said. It’ll be fun, they insisted. Bunnies are so cute and nice, they repeated over and over. Well yours surely wasn’t.

“Gojo! Get over here!” You were at your boiling point. All day Gojo had been causing mischief, leaving food out, popping out from behind corners and furniture and scaring you, pulling on your hair and clothes, asking never ending questions.

“Yes?” The lanky bunny hybrid with long white ears waltzed into the kitchen, not wearing his trademark dark glasses and leaving his bright blue eyes on display.

“What the fuck is this?” Glaring harshly at him, you pointed to the floury mess smeared on the kitchen counters and wall. It looked like he’d attempted to make some kind of dough but had given up halfway.

“Wasn’t me.” Gojo shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Then who could it be, because it wasn’t me and we’re the only ones here.” Crossing your arms tightly over your chest, you glowered at his careless expression and slouched body. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here presented with the mess he’d undoubtedly made.

“Dunno.” He shrugged again, scratching behind his ear and avoiding eye contact with you.

“Gojo, clean it up.” Pinching the bridge of your nose, you took a deep breath.

“I didn’t do it!” Stamping his feet, Gojo shook his head and his ears flopped side to side.

“I’m not playing these games anymore! Just do what I ask for once!” It was a constant back and forth with the two of you, and while you had plenty of sweet moments to outweigh the bad, sometimes it wasn’t enough.

“(Y/N), c’mon!” Gojo whined and threw his head back. Staring at each other for a few minutes, your blood pressure only rose the longer he remained immobile.

“One.” You drew the word out, and Gojo’s head snapped to attention. Waiting a breath, he didn’t move any further.

“Two.” Saying it even slower this time, you could just barely see the twitch of his little puffball tail.

“Th-”

“Alright, I’ll clean it up!” Shooting over to the counter, Gojo huffed and puffed. “Even though it totally wasn’t me.”

“Whatever, the kitchen better be sparkling before I go to sleep.” Leaving the mess behind, you avoided Gojo for the rest of the day and didn’t see him as you got ready for bed. Checking the kitchen one last time, it was indeed back in pristine condition.

Going to sleep without saying goodnight to the pouty bunny you’d seen sulking in his room, you went to sleep alone. More often than not Gojo would sleep in bed with you, but whenever the two of you were snippy with each other he would sleep alone.

A hot, wet tongue between your legs roused you from sleep. You were absolutely sweating beneath the blankets that were drawn up to your chin and there was a Gojo sized lump underneath them.

“G-gojo…” Breathing deeply to try and push the sleepy fog from your mind, his name ended in a high whine as his tongue flicked against your clit. Wrapping his lips around it, Gojo sucked on the bud, keeping your legs spread out across his shoulders.

He got you to cum fairly quickly, having aroused you enough in sleep that when you awoke you were already on the brink. Squeezing his head between your thighs as you came on his tongue, you shuddered at the deep groan he let out.

“Ya know (Y/N),” He started, voice muffled by the blankets before he threw them off and sat up, “I’ve been thinkin’.” Settling between your legs, Gojo kept your ankles on his shoulders as he leaned over.

“Ab-about what?” Your mind was dizzy with pleasure, eyes only just able to focus on Gojo’s face above you. Even though this was the first time you two were doing something like this it still felt natural. Something you’d have to talk about in the morning, but natural nonetheless.

“You’re always so fucking snippy all the time-”

“Hey!”

“I wasn’t finished! You’re snippy all the time and you always get on my back for the stupidest shit.” He giggled at the glare you gave him, a light blush spreading across his cheeks. “But I’ve found the perfect solution to that!”

There wasn’t a chance to question him on what he meant. Gojo lined up his cock and pushed into your cunt, easily sliding in and bottoming out in one go. You hadn’t gotten a chance to look at it properly, but you knew it was easily the biggest you’d ever had.

“This is your solution?” You half panted, wrapping your arms around Gojo’s shoulders and whimpering as the tip of his cock hit your cervix.

“Yeah.” He was breathless as well, biting his lip as he slowly pulled out and lightly slapped his hips against yours. “I figure what better way to change your attitude than to fuck it out of you.” Grabbing onto your ankles, Gojo leaned nearly chest to chest with you.

His forehead brushed against yours, his snowy white hair tickling you. He did a few experimental half thrusts, getting the feel for the angle he was in and making any minor adjustments.

“And luckily for you, (Y/N), I’m a rabbit.” Immediately, Gojo picked up the pace of his hips, jackhammering into you at an insane speed and quite possibly bruising your hips in the process.

“Gojo!” Your voice caught in your throat at the sudden change, your body being folded in half and crushed into the mattress.

Gojo smirked at your shocked expression, dropping one hand to rub your clit. You let out a sharp cry, jolts of pleasure shooting up your spine. Your walls clamped down on him in an instant, making the drag of his cock just a fraction slower.

“I can go all night if I have to.”

Make your man call me daddy -

Was Itadori a little nervous? That went without saying, yes, he was very nervous. This was the first time he’d worn lingerie in public, hidden under his clothes but with the possibility of someone seeing if he bent over the wrong way.

He kept tugging down his hoodie and pulling up his pants, making sure no one saw the lacy thong he’d put on. He had on a bra as well, a lacy little number that was truly just a few tiny pieces of fabric sewn together.

Not to mention the prostate massager currently buried snugly in his ass, vibrating at random with varying intensities. Itadori almost regretted purchasing it as another powerful vibration went through him and nearly made him fall over in the street. But he didn’t want to let you down, so he endured the torture.

“I’m back.” Practically crawling through the threshold of the door, Itadori was nearly in tears at being back in the safety of your shared apartment. He had barely managed to complete all the tasks you’d given him, the little white plastic bag in his fingers crumpled to death with how strong his grip was.

“In here.” You called out from the bedroom and Itadori followed the sound until he got to you. Lounging at the foot of the bed, you looked nearly innocent with your legs crossed and foot swinging daintily.

Itadori didn’t speak as he entered the room, hovering by the doorway for a moment before fully entering and standing in front of you, head down and looking at your sock clad feet.

“How was it, baby?” Your question made him flinch and a hot burning washed over his face.

“I- it was- something.” He sighed, glancing up to see your quizzical expression for a fleeting moment.

“Did you keep it on like I told you to?”

“Of course!” Itadori nodded immediately, already grasping the hem of his hoodie and pulling it off to reveal the bra underneath, the fabric stretched tight against the barrel of his chest.

“Look at your nipples, they’re so cute.” You cooed, reaching up to press your finger onto one. It was perfectly perky, pebbled from the stimulation of rubbing against lace. Itadori shivered and leaned into your touch, biting his lip to stem any too loud moans.

Taking your hand away, your eyes flicked down to his pants and he quickly removed those as well.

“Oh baby, you shoulda told me you came! You made such a big mess!” It wasn’t surprising in the slightest to see the absolute mess of sticky cum smeared across Itadori’s cock, the thong he had on and his thighs.

“Sorry, I just didn’t want the fun to end.” He pouted, fully kicking off his pants and tossing them to the side with his hoodie.

“I bet the toy felt real nice, huh?” Sparing him a lecture, you reached out and swiped your finger through the cum coating the tip of Itadoris cock. He jolted at the contact, letting out a high whine and pressing his thighs together.

“Y-yeah, it did.” He managed to answer, somehow staying steady on his feet through the near overstimulation he was in. Gathering a bit of cum on your fingers, you presented it to him and Itadori obediently bent down, taking them in his mouth and sucking them clean.

“Good boy.” You grinned, running your free hand through his hair and letting him nuzzle into you. “Go pick out which toy you want next, you deserve a reward.” Freeing your fingers, Itadori bolted to the dresser drawer where you kept the toys.

“I choose this one.” In his hands was his favorite toy, a strap-on you’d bought together at a local sex shop.

“Alright, lay on the bed.” Taking the toy from him, you watched him lay down just like you’d taught him: face down in the pillows with his ass presented high in the air. Running a hand over his ass, you smiled down at him. “You’re being such a good boy today, baby.”

“Thank you.” Itadori replied, mouth muffled by the pillows as he tried to make eye contact with you. Quirking your head to the side, you gave him a silent look and he flushed, ears tinging a deep rouge. Licking his lips, Itadori looked away for a moment before shuffling a bit to make better eye contact with you. “Thank you, daddy.”

You don’t ever cross my mind, what’s a sheep to a tiger? -

It was laughable that he thought he was being so secretive, like you couldn’t tell you were being stalked when all you could feel were his eyes watching you at all times.

You’d already changed the locks after you caught him following you home.

Your curtains were always drawn closed, but that didn’t stop him from lurking outside, his shadow a constant presence outside your bedroom and bathroom windows.

You couldn’t even count the amount of unknown phone numbers you’d had to block in the past month alone along with deleting voicemails that only had slightly shaky breathing on the other side.

As far as stalkers went, Okkotsu Yuta wasn’t that great. You’d only briefly met him once at a meeting with other sorcerers and he had appeared weak and spineless before you, barely able to make eye contact despite his vast power.

“Fuck, you again?” You groan, seeing Yuta waiting by your door as you waltzed back from a run to the convenience store.

“H-hello.” His voice is just as meek as ever. You’ve seen him be confident and assured before when he didn’t know you were in the room, but as soon as he saw you it was like he became a totally different person and lost even the will to speak.

“Get a fucking job.” Not in the mood to entertain him, you slid closer to your front door. You weren’t scared about possibly having to get physical with him, you could surely hold your own against a grown man who actively stepped back as you got closer.

Worrying his lip and wringing his hands together, Yutas eyes darted everywhere, from the small plastic bag in your hand to your outfit and finally settling atop your head. His breathing was loud and unsteady and there was a light blush coating his cheeks.

“Are you just going to keep standing there like a loser?” Glaring at him, you sneered as his blush got deeper and there was a subtle squeeze in his thighs. “What do you even want? Gonna try to give me more flowers?”

“No.” Yuta answered immediately, the bitter memory of you stomping on the bouquet he bought you fresh in his mind.

“Then what? What does a little sheep like you want?” Crossing your arms, you tapped your foot impatiently.

“I-I just-” Blinking rapidly, there were a million thoughts going through Yutas head. He couldn’t find the words and his mouth was running dry. He nearly collapsed seeing you sigh and shake your head, about to fish out your keys and walk right past him. “W-wait!”

“What?”

“Do you- I just have to know, (Y/N), do you ever think about me like how I think about you?” Yuta looked so hopeful it was morphing into sick desperation in his features. His brows were knitted together so tightly that you knew there’d be lingering wrinkles there.

“Okkotsu.” Saying his name firmly and squaring your shoulders, you stared right into his eyes with a fierce look on your face. This was the first time you were ever making eye contact and to say it made you sick to your stomach was an understatement.

“Yes?” He whispered, licking his lips nervously.

“I have never thought about you in that way.” His smile fell as you spoke, and you could see his heart break behind his eyes. “In fact, any time I think of you I get sick. You disgust me.”

“Darling-”

“Shut the fuck up, don’t call me that.” You snapped, pushing him back as he tried to reach out and touch you. “Get the hell away from me and leave me alone, you’re pathetic and gross.”

“I love you! I love you so much, please!” Falling to his knees, Yuta reached his hands out to you, hoping you’d take them and soothe his soul from the pain you’d just inflicted.

“I’d rather be swallowed by a curse than have you as a lover.” The scornful look you sent Yuta made him physically wither away, flinching at the red hot anger brewing just beneath the surface. “Besides, I’m pretty sure people in love don’t stalk each other.”

“Darling...please…” There were tears dripping down his face that just made him look worse. Scoffing one last time at him, you shoved your key into the lock and swung open your front door.

“Okkotsu, if I ever see you in this neighborhood again, I’ll kill you myself. Rika be damned.” With those parting words, you slammed the door closed and locked it swiftly, immediately heading to the cabinet where you kept your alcohol. You surely needed a drink or three after dealing with the headache that was Okkotsu Yuta.

Just as you took the first sip, a ding sounded on your phone, an indication of a text.

“Oh brother.” Rolling your eyes, you already knew who it was from.

(Unknown number): I’ll never give up on you, I’ll love you until the very end

Blocked, deleted. Time for another drink.

I’m crazy but you like that -

Breaking up with your boyfriend was the right thing to do. Breaking up with your boyfriend was the right thing to do. Breaking up with your boyfriend was the right thing to do.

But why did it feel like the worst decision you’d ever made?

He was brash, controlling over every part of your life, demanding your undivided attention at all times. He claimed he only wanted what was best for you, but the final straw in your relationship came when you caught him installing a hidden camera in your bedroom. He was far too casual when he said the last one had broken.

So you had no choice but to break it off. Sukuna had taken it well at the time, calmly and silently grabbing the things he had over at your place and leaving with only a curt goodbye. And since then, you hadn’t seen him.

Emphasis being on seen.

His presence was still very much felt in your life. There was mail addressed to him showing up at your place. You’d get random unknown numbers calling you throughout the week, sometimes with voices you didn’t recognize trying to ask you questions and other times it was silent on the other line until whoever called hung up.

But all the strange occurrences were beginning to add up and it was starting to feel like Sukuna had never left in the first place. All the times you came home to a tidy front entryway when you knew you’d left in shambles before heading to work. The way your shower products seemed to diminish quicker even though you hadn’t changed your routine. And sometimes, you woke up in the middle of the night to a shadow just outside your window, darting away just before you could properly get up.

Changing the locks on your front door and adding locks on all the windows you could had given you much needed peace of mind. The strange things inside your house had stopped. There wasn’t anything you needed to purposefully ignore now. You could sit up a little straighter, breathe a little easier.

Waking up in the middle of the night to go pee, your mind was far away from reality. Thoughts of Sukuna were the last things on your mind, clouded with sleep and just ready to melt under the covers again.

Returning to your bedroom, however, you noticed a figure sitting on the bed that wasn’t there before. It didn’t take a genius to figure out it was Sukuna. Floundering back against the wall, a scream caught in your throat.

“The bed’s getting cold, angel. Come lie back down.” Sukuna said, a deranged smile on his face. His eyes were wide, drinking in your shaking form wildly.

“W-what’re you doing here?” You whispered, clutching the doorframe as you stumbled to it.

“I had to see my baby, I’ve been missing you.” Breathing hard through his nose, Sukuna patted the bed. “Come here, lemme look at you. It’s been a while since we’ve been face to face.”

“N...no. No!” Shaking your head, your own pupils were blown wide in fear. You watched every miniscule movement Sukuna made, from his breathing to how his fingers twitched. “Get out of here before I call the cops!”

“Aw, call the cops? But, how will you do that? Your phone is broken.”

“What?” Following Sukunas pointing finger, you gasped when you saw your phone smashed to bits on the floor by his feet.

“Now c’mere.” Patting the bed a little harder, Sukuna’s smile wavered. “You know I don’t like asking twice.”

“Sukuna please- please just leave.” There were hot tears burning your lash line, begging to be blinked away, but you refused to close your eyes. The smile on Sukuna’s face fell and rose again rapidly as whatever thoughts he had swirled in his head.

“(Y/N), I don’t think you understand.” Laughing under his breath, Sukuna stood up and stalked over to you.

“Don’t touch me!” You finally screamed but it was too late to try and fight him off. Sukuna grabbed your upper arm tightly and dragged you away from the door and to the bed. “Let me go, Sukuna! You’re crazy!”

“Crazy? Ha!” He barked, flopping back onto the bed and forcing you to straddle his lap. Slapping a hand onto your ass, Sukuna grabbed your jaw and tilted your face toward him. “If being in love with you makes me crazy, then so be it.” Staring at your face, Sukuna had a softer smile now. It was still unsettling, especially close up, and the way his eyes barely blinked had you on edge. “But don’t pretend you don’t like it at least a little bit.”

Wanna see me switch, get psycho like they say I am-

Your new boyfriend Nanami said he was just a salaryman, and why wouldn’t you believe him? He wore freshly pressed business suits everyday, sometimes carried around a briefcase, had the usual 9 to 5 schedule and always grumbled if he ever had to work overtime. Occasionally he met you for lunch and there he’d demand to talk about anything other than the work he did.

He never gave you the impression that he was anything but that, anything other than what he said he was. Whenever the two of you went out on dates, he was either getting off work or wore long sleeves.

This was the first time you were going to go over to his place for a date. Your relationship was starting to progress more romantically and while he’d seen the outside of your home after dropping you off from a date, this was the first time either of you would be in such a closed intimate setting.

His apartment was in a much more luxurious building than you’d first imagined. There was a doorman that had let you in, someone waiting at the front desk and even the elevator was luxurious with rich dark wood.

“Nanami, I’m here!” You called as you approached the door. Raising your fist to knock, you were surprised to see it cracked open, and there were loud noises just inside. Taking a moment to see if anyone had noticed your announcement, you took a chance and pushed open the door.

The entryway was beautifully decorated with Nanami’s shoes lined up neatly by the door. Just looking at the hallway, you could tell he had hired someone to decorate for him.

“Nanami?” You called again, hovering by the door. Whatever sound was in the other room paused for a moment, only to resume again in a more fervent way. “H-hello?” Sneaking down the hall, you came to the entryway to the lounge room and nearly collapsed.

The bloody, unconscious body was what you noticed first, followed by the blood stains speckled about the hardwood floor and reaching the walls. You saw Nanami second, standing over the body in what was once a plain white t-shirt now stained crimson. Third were the tattoos crawling up his arms, rich blacks and reds embedded into his flesh.

“You’re here early. How’d you get in?” Nanami asked in his usual monotone voice, only slightly breathless as he looked you over. He seemed unfazed by your sudden appearance, happy even, a small smile ticking up on the side of his mouth.

“The- the door was open.” You didn’t know where to look. You couldn’t possibly look Nanami in the eye, not with the way he looked so calm while standing over a body you were pretty sure was going cold. There was dark blood on his hands, nearly mixing in with his tattoos.

“Silly me, must not have pushed it closed all the way.” Chuckling to himself, Nanami straightened up and stepped over the body, taking a few steps over to you only to stop when he saw you scurry back. “(Y/N), don’t act like that.” He sighed like he was talking to a child.

“Tell me what’s going on.” You said, voice shaking more than you would have liked.

“Just doing a bit of overtime, that’s it.” Nanami shrugged indifferently, taking another step toward you.

“I thought you said you were a salaryman. What kind of overtime is this?” As he took more steps toward you, you stepped back until you hit the wall.

“I am a salaryman.”

“For the yakuza or something?!” It was a shot in the dark, really. You had no reason to believe he was in a gang other than the familiar tattoos that you’d seen on the news and the blood everywhere.

“As a matter of fact, yes.” He confirmed it with a straight face and you could tell he wasn’t lying. Nanami wasn’t one to lie or pull punches. Lifting up his hand, Nanami almost cupped your cheek but stopped short when he remembered the blood on his hands. “Let me go clean up, and we can talk about this more.”

As soon as he turned around, you fumbled to get your phone out of your pocket. There was no way you would be staying in this place any longer with him. Not only were you pretty sure he just killed someone, you had no idea what he could do to you.

“You wouldn’t be trying to call anyone, would you?” Nanami asked, turning on his heels by the body. Dropping your phone to the ground as soon as you were caught, you cursed under your breath as he faced you squarely.

“I like you a lot, (Y/N). Don’t mess this up. I’d hate to show you how deranged I can truly be.” The ghost of a smile graced his face and Nanami walked back over to you and grabbed your phone, immediately coating it in sticky blood. “Go wait in the den down the hall, I’ll be by in a moment.”

Slowly dragging your feet to the room in question, you waiting just inside for Nanami to arrive. The den was cozy, a plush warm toned loveseat facing a stone fireplace and a TV. This room, like the others, was undoubtedly decorated by a professional.

“Sorry to make you wait.” Nanami’s voice made you jump as he entered, walking past you and into the room. Sitting down on the loveseat in a fresh shirt and pants and clean skin, Nanami let out a pleased hum.

“Nanami…” Worrying your lip, you didn’t know what to do. You knew you should leave, but there wasn’t a chance in hell that your weak knees would make any sort of movement akin to an escape.

“Don’t be shy, (Y/N).” Spreading his legs, Nanami pat his thigh invitingly. “Come sit on my lap, a pretty little kitty like you deserves the best seat in the house.”

[shadowofahope]

NOT Gonna Happen

Warnings: Swearing? One bad word near the end.

Premise: Fight or Flight. Meet BTS or run away from BTS?

“Uh guys…. She’s rolling away.” Yoongi points to you and your attempt to escape the room. Hands grab your ankles to halt your getaway. “I hate all of you.” You groan up at Yeonjun, who still had hold of you. You give up, letting out a deep sight, wishing the ground would open from under you.

Ft. TXT

Authors notes: My honest to all the kpop gods, reaction to meeting these boys. YEET!

This is also a response to people constantly asking me, what would you do if you met BTS?

ALSO this is heavily un-edited. I'm really tired and I'm trying to write 3.5 stories at once! Wooooh, wish me luck!

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Today marks your 8th week working at BigHit, currently working with TxT on their new album and the chaos that always followed them. Walking down a hallway with one of the backup dancers you had become quick friends with, you felt at home in this monumental building. You are comfortable here, everyone making you feel at home.

“Pleasssssse” Sung-ho begs again. Hands on your shoulders, shaking you gently as he walks behind you. “You have to come.”

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea.” You whine back, swinging your staff badge back and forth on your neck. “You know I don’t want to meet them.

He tugs on your shoulders lightly forcing you to halt. Jumping in front of you, palms pressed together, eyes closed he starts begging.

“You promised you would come to one practice. Just this one. Please Please Please-”

Huffing in frustration, you screw up your nose. He silently waits for you to give in, as he knows you will eventually.

“Just this one.” You finally give in.

“Yaaay!” He cheers, jumping to your side.

In all the comotion you don’t notice the footsteps approaching you two from down a connecting hallway. Shrugging your friend off, you’re about to round the corner when you hear it. Instantly freezing.

“I think it’ll be safer to go over the choreo with the dancer one more time.”

“I agree, the timing still seems a little off. We should take a look at the schedules.”

“Sung-ho!”

Your friend smiles and turns to the voice that called him, turning his back to you.

“Hello, Taehyung. Jimin. Hoseok.” Sung-ho greets cheerfully.

“Do you have time to come with us to discuss the schedules for practice?” Jimin asks politely.

“Of course, I was just on my way to grab a snack with -” He starts to explain, turning to where you once stood. Hand hanging in the air, he’s dumbfounded.

“With-?” Hoseok questions.

“Apparently myself.” He turns back to the boys. How had you disappeared so quickly and to where?

He chuckled awkwardly at the idols, cursing you for putting him in this embarrassing situation.

They mirror back his awkward laugh, excusing themselves as they continue on down the hallway.

Your friend stands there for almost two full minutes, trying to figure out what in the hell just happened. He hears a rattle coming from the small storage room near him.

The door swings open.

“You did not just-“ He’s wheezing, trying to catch his breath.

“Don’t talk to me” You walk out of the storage room, in reality it’s more of a tiny linen closet. Upon hearing the idols voices, In sheer blind panic, you threw yourself into the closet and shut the door behind you.

Walking past your still wheezing friend, you push him playfully before continuing on towards the lounge. His loud cackles bouncing around you all the way there.

💜♾💜♾💜

You are sitting in a waiting room with TXT. You’ve made yourself comfortable on one of the couches facing away from the door across the large room, angled towards the wall full over mirrors for makeup and hair. Scrolling through your phone, while Kai and Taehyun talk about something animatedly behind you. You can see them every once in a while, flailing their arms, mimicking wild gestures.

You three had chosen to stay back while the other three needed to ‘stretch’ their legs and find something to drink. So when the door opens you don’t look up, expecting it to be the missing members. Your body lurches forward at the reflection in the mirror, panic spreading.

“Hyung!” Kai exclaims excitedly, bounding over to the 2 members of BTS that have entered the room. “What are you doing here?”

“Hello, we were looking for Jungkook. Have you seen him?” Namjoon asks, looking around the room.

“No, he hasn’t been through here.” Taehyun chirps next to his bandmate.

“Ok, I’ll try calling him again. '' Jin responds, pulling out his phone from his back pocket.

“What are you guys doing here?” Namjoon questions the younger idols.

“Oh, we are working on a concept for one of the singles off our album. Our producer -” Kai motions to the couch that you were on. Now being completely empty. Your slouching form gone, the room appeared empty as well. “Who apparently is gone now, was here helping us.”

Jin and Namjoon shared a skeptical glance at each other. Kai rubs the back of his head as he looks at his beandmember, giving him a confused tilt to his head, to which he gets a shrug in response.

“That’s the newer producer right?” Jin questions.

“Uh yea, that’s her.” Taehyun confirms, still utterly confused by your houdini act.

“We’ve heard a lot of great things about her, from all over, but we still havent seen her.” Namjoon concluded by nodding his head, in thought.

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll meet her soon. It’s bound to happen.” Kai reassures.

The duos bid each other goodbye, BTS leaving the room and TXT walking back towards the empty couch.

“How did she-where did she-?” Unable to fully ask his question, Taehyun looks around the room again.

Kai rounds the side of the couch, noticing a hood under the coffee table.

“Noona?” He tries to hide his laugh but fails miserably.

You lift your head from the floor, removing your hood, peering up from underneath the coffee table at the younger. You glare at him, crawling out as he falls back onto his butt laughing, Taehyun joining him on the floor. Both now convulsing with uncontrollable laughter.

Flopping angrily back onto the couch in your previous position, you ignore their incessant chattering and laughing. Recounting you hiding again and again. Even when the other members returned and they explained everything that happened while they were gone, you chose to angrily scroll on your phone until their pestering and teasing died down.

💜♾💜♾💜

Pacing back and forth in a secluded lounge area, you waited with all of the members of txt. You were waiting to hear back from the execs about your concept ideas. The boys had worked extremely hard to come up with a fully thought out concept, you had backed their ideas the whole way as they presented them to the higher staff. Now you waited, anxiously.

Drumming your hands together while pacing you chewed on your bottom lip nervously. Each member stationed on the couch, lounger ottoman, facing you. Legs bouncing in anticipation, knuckles cracking you stopped in front of the large window, facing them, the outside world behind you.

“Look guys, regardless of what happens you did amazing.” You smile at them. “And I’m unbelievably proud of you. All of you.”

Breaking them out of their stoppers, they look up at your faces glowing, pride swelling in their chests.

“Soobin-ah?” A deep voice calls from somewhere unknown, and you freeze.

The members of TXT jump up from their seats, whirling around in time to see all the members of bts walking around the balcony area over to them.

“Taehyung-hyung,” Soobin greets politely. “How are you all doing today.?”

“Good, we just finished rehearsals.” Taehyung explains, once they were standing just on the other side of the couch to him. “Have you guys heard anything yet? We saw the concept art, we really liked it!”

“Nothing yet. We were actually just waiting. Noona was just trying to-” Soobin attempts to explain, motioning behind him to you. Seeing the skeptical looks on their faces, he turned his head to see nothing. You had completely vanished. With furniture and a structural wall surrounding you, there was no place you possibly could be hiding.

Confusion evident on his face as he looks over at Yeonjun. Eyes silently asking him where you had gone, the older only shook his head, eyes just as wide, he shrugged in response.

“Right, the elusive producer we keep hearing about but never seeing.” Yoongi responds comically. “Maybe she isn’t real? But a ghost!”

Spooking Jin and Hoseok alike, they give him an alarmed glare.

“No, we promise she’s real.” Soobin persuades, his voice coming out in almost a plea.

Trying to affirm your existence to their Hyungs, Gyu becomes overwhelmingly curious. He walks over to the spot you had been standing, a deep frown settled on his features.

He does a full 360, in an attempt to understand where you could have gone. Upon turning around he notices something. Stifling a laugh and breaking into a full blown smile, he subtly waves Kai over, when they make eye contact. Kai nonchalantly makes his way over to him, Gyu mumbles something to him and he looks in the direction that Gyu was nodding. Trying to hide his own laugh, the two youngest members stand snickering, waiting for the members of BTS to walk away before exposing you to the group.

Once the groups bid each other goodbye, they both break out into hysterical laughter.

“What guys?” Yeonjun jumps at the unexpected hollering. But neither boy can speak, too consumed by laughter they both point to the semi open window.

“She didn’t” Taehyun launches himself over the ottoman in front of him rushing to the window. Soobin and Yeonjun right behind him. The three of them look out to see your figure hopping down from the last branch of the tree outside.

With lightning speed and zero hesitation, you had climbed out of the already opened window on the second floor. Stepped from the ledge onto a tree that's long, thick branches were supporting itself against the building. Then walked to the center of the large tree and climbed your way down.

Mass hysteria broke out between the 5 members.

“That’s it. We have to make her meet them.” Soobin exclaims, wiping a tear that fell down his cheek.

“Guys, I think I have a plan.” Yeonjun smirks. So they all huddled around to listen.

💜♾💜♾💜

Today was supposed to be your day off. But upon receiving a text from Soobin, saying they needed you there urgently for their concept proposal, you raced straight there. So there you were standing in the hall talking to an exec in a black oversized pullover hoodie and workout leggings. Today was about comfort over professionalism, well it was supposed to be.

But when you had finished your pleasant chat with the exec, he started apologizing profusely about something he couldn’t say. Trying to hide his chuckle, his eyes dart over your shoulder. Before you could press him about his comments, you were spun around and hoisted off of your feet. Draped over a shoulder like a sack of potatoes. In alarm you manage to struggle enough to see your kidnapper, Yeonjun.

“What are you dooooooiiiinnnng?” You whine, struggling more.

He says nothing, but turns down the hallway to the dance practice rooms.

“Put me down shrek.” You quote. Wiggling even harder to escape the ironclad grip on you.

“There’s no point Noona, just accept it.” A sweet cheerful voice, butts in, shoes coming into view as you tilt your head up to look.

“Really Kai, they have you in on this too?” You slump in defeat. “Fine, but don’t you dare fart.”

Your capture lets out a chuckle before entering the dance room. The other three members you can kind of see. Or at least their shoes. Your hood keeps flopping down and making it hard to tell.

“Guys seriously, why are you-” You begin as blood starts rushing to your head. Making you slightly dizzy.

“Hello Hyungs.” Yeonjun greets politely. Panic rising, you tilt your head to the side to look into the wall mirror, there you see all 7 members of BTS sitting on the floor, along with the other members of TXT standing around you. “This is Y/N-Noona, the real, not a ghost, producer.”

Realization hits you like a ton of bricks, as snickers and muffled laughs resonate behind you.

“Yeonjun…..” Your voice is a little shaky. “You did not just introduce me to BTS ass FIRST?!”

Everyone in the room breaks into rounds of full belly laughter as you are hoisted back over the shoulder, feet planted on the floor.

Turning shyly to the side, you make eye contact with each member of BTS. Your legs crumble beneath you, muttering ‘I could have lived my whole life without this’ angrily. You lay on the ground face down, hood over your head as more laughter ensues.

“You had to meet them at some point, even backwards!” Gyu exclaims between heaves of laughter, clutching his stomach .

Waving your hand blindly towards the members of TXT you bark “That’s it! We are no longer friends. Done, Forever, never again!”

Apologies begin to flow toward you but you ignore them. Eventually you ignore any comment that comes your way, still plastered to the floor, the 12 men begin to talk about other things. Completely unaware of you.

...Or so you thought….

“Uh guys…. She’s rolling away.” Yoongi points to you and your attempt to escape the room. Hands grab your ankles to halt your getaway.

“I hate all of you.” You groan up at Yeonjun, who still had hold of you. You give up, letting out a deep sight, wishing the ground would open from under you.

[savemesomenachos]

hello lovely :) could i request a tom hiddleston one shot or head cannon where reader is pregnant and tom goes to the birthing classes with her? i def think this is something tom would do 🥺

I completely agree with you. Hiddles would be total softie when it came to his baby and his baby mama. So I don’t really know how birthing classes work except that they’re like educational and stuff so I kinds changed it up a bit. ENJOY!!!!🌸✨

You can find my other works on my Main Masterlist.

Show Me How

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston × Reader

Warnings: Fluff, cussing

Word Count: 1188

Y/n’s POV:

“Do we have to go? It’ll be so boring,” I pleaded as Tom descended the last steps with my purse slung across his shoulder.

Tom simply chuckled at my whine and handed me my purse with a stern look in his eyes.

“Stop making that face,” I said slipping my shoes on.

“I’m not making any face love,” he says leaning down to help with the laces.

“Yes you are. It’s the Loki face. Where you’re all stern and I can’t say no,” I say with a pout, grabbing my purse out of his hands.

“You’re paranoid. There’s no face,” he says walking ahead and holding the door open for me.

“You’re doing it right now!” I say, exasperated while he only nudges me forward with a tap on my ass and a hand on my lower back.

I settle in the passenger seat and open the pamphlet Tom had picked up the other day at the doctor’s which had led to this birthing class in the first place. All the different pictures of the babies had made my stomach clench in anticipation. Ever since we found out we were pregnant, Tom attention on me had become tenfold. I couldn’t get him to stop hovering for even a second. He wouldn’t let me use the tub if he wasn’t around in fear of me slipping and he’d baby proofed everything already.

And his hands. God, he couldn’t control them anymore. Even though I hadn’t started showing yet, his hand would constantly wander down to my belly and rest there. If I was making breakfast, he’d sneak up from behind me, place a kiss on my shoulder and his hands on my stomach. If I was lying down on the couch, he’d flop down on top of me for nap with his head next to my stomach and his hand on my belly. And before sleeping, He’d whisper sweet nothings to my stomach with an arm around my thigh. Suffice it to say, he’d become extremely touchy and I didn’t mind one bit.

“There’s still time to turn around bub,” I whisper as we pull into the parking lot of the hospital.

“Darling,” he starts as he parks and turns in his seat to face me. “I just want us to be prepared for everything since it’s our first. I know it’ll be super boring and gory but I promise I’ll give you a rub when we get home,” he finishes as he rubs his fingers back and forth on my knuckles.

“Okay but I’ll hold you to that massage,” I say opening the passenger seat door. He grins and rounds the corner to loop my arm in his.

“Of course love,” he coos and kisses the top of my head.

🤰🤰🤰

“Welcome parents. Please take a seat anywhere you like and get comfy,” the instructor says as she greets everyone with a warm smile.

Everyone piles into their respective seat instantly while me and Tom make our way to the back in fear of being recognized. It’s not that Tom didn’t love his fans because he did but sometimes the attention was unwanted and intrusive. People seemed to forget that he was a real person with a family who needed privacy as much as any other person did.

“Now that everyone’s settled, we can begin…”

As the instructor started to explain the different things that went into birthing, Tom’s hand settled on my lap and wrapped around my own. I turned to look at him at the same time he did. We smiled softly at each other before I shifted to lean my head on his shoulder.

He placed a kiss on my hair and cuddled me further into his chest. At the end, I could feel my eyes getting droopier before Tom shifted to sit up straighter.

“Did you seriously sleep?” he asks through a chuckle.

I blush and mutter an embarrassed ‘yeah’ while playfully pushing him away. He only giggles and tucks me further into his side.

As we walk toward the exit, a few people swarm us. They start asking for autographs and photos and ask a million questions. Some even take pictures of us. Anger builds in Tom’s eyes as we wade through the car and outside. Once we’re out, he informs security and one of them immediately insists on escorting us to our car. We thank him once we get in the car and he waves goodbye with a smile.

I turn to look at Tom and I’m met with a scowl and his fingers in a tight grip on the steering wheel.

My hand raises to trace soft circles on his bicep while he breathes deeply, his anger slowly draining.

“S’ok baby. Let’s just go home, yeah?” I ask still rubbing his arm. He catches my hand in his and raises it to his lips for a kiss on my knuckles.

I giggle and pull my hand away to hide my blush but he sees.

“Aww darling. There’s no need to get shy!” he says, failing miserably at masking his amusement.

“Shut up and drive lover,” I say as Tom starts to reverse with a laugh.

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“It was kinds fun right?” I ask as I flop into bed later that night.

“Yeh, it really was,” he answers dreamily as he slips into bed beside me.

He wraps an arm around my waist and draws me closer to chest. I throw a leg around his waist and an arm around his waist. One of his hands run through my hair and the other rests on the curve of my stomach.

“You’re gonna be such a good dad, you know that?” I ask tracing one of the veins on the back of his hand.

“You think so?” he asks with a shaky voice indicative of his nervousness.

“Yeah, I do. You’re great with me and I’ve seen you with Y/S/N’s kids. They adore you and so do I,” I say as I cup his face in the palm of my hands.

He nuzzles into my palm and turns his face to place a kiss there. I smile in content and wrap a hand around his neck to pull him closer to my face. He stares into my eyes like he could see through me. I lean closer and press my lips to his fervently. He moans and tightens his arm around my waist. My heart hammered against my chest as his lips moulded to mine and in that minute I could float if he wasn’t holding me. Even after years of being married to him and kissing him, it always made me feel alive. He pulled away just enough for our lips to barely touch and I gasped for breath.

His chuckle reverberated through my chest as I tried to pull him closer for another one of those world-shattering kisses.

“You have work tomorrow love,” he admonished as he pulled his shirt off completely to settle into bed.

“You don’t have to be a good influence all the time, y’know.” I pouted as he cuddled me into his chest again.

“Well, someone does.”

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