#really wanted to give him those long ass nails that go down to your waist

[sweetkiitsunez]

Can you please do a Satan x reader smut

❞ 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞

❞ warning: nsfw content (18+) + Gender neutral!sub!reader + Dom!Satan + rough sex and very messy + creampies + hairpulling + spanking + Satan is jealous + somewhat Paimon x Reader + biting & marking + jealous & rough sex + dubcon(?)

a/n: I apologize this is short and late, but college has gotten me so busy! As promised, here it is! Do forgive me that this is bad... 🩷🫶

"A-Ah!! T-Too fast!! N-ngh!! AAH!" The sound of your moans echos in Minhyeok's room. Satan's hips are in a faster as if he is in a rabbit in heat. The sound of wet skin slapping echos in Minhyeok's room and bed creaking. You wrap your legs around Satan's waist while crying and moaning Satan's name.

You had no idea why Satan is fucking you in a faster and brutal pace. It hurts, but also feels really good too as your walls were stretch by Satan's grith deeply inside your hole. The tip of his cock kept kissing your g-spot as you couldn't help letting out a loud moan as your eyes cross. Your body shudders when you feel Satan's tongue licking the bite marks around your neck and shoulders. Feeling the burn and wet saliva on your shoulders and neck while Satan is ruining your walls.

"A-Ah! Ah! AH! Mmm!! F-fuc-- AAH!!" Even when you tired pulling the back of his hair, but that's turns him on even more, making his hips snap even more harder. You remembered being pulled away from Paimon when he tired to give you a hug the moment that Paimon saw you in Gehenna. He hates it! It makes him even more piss when Paimon tries to kiss you on the lips or cheeks.

"Oh, come on, Solomon of Descendants, you can do better than that." He groans, letting out a few chuckles while his hips snaps like a fuck machine. His nails pierced into your squish naked thighs.

He is growling as he already bite your neck and shoulders, covering in his teeth marks. It hurts, but felt good. You are trembling like a leaf as you grips on Satan's long white hair tightly as if you're holding on to your life. His cock kepts hitting your walls. Can't remember how many times that you had came nor Satan too. He was too busy fucking your hole in a brutal face. He wants everyone in Hell and Heaven that you belongs to him too.

Your eyes rolls back as you let out a choke loud moans. He kept grabbing your thighs as he went on a mating press. The saliva is dripping down your chin as you are covered in sweat and fluids.

"You don't understand how angry I am right now, Solomon of Descendants..." Satan chuckles as his red eyes glued to your fucked body.

"Mm...! Ah! S-Satan! AH! You babbles out as you tries to say something, but he kept on fucking your hole to tire you out.

"Where are your manners, Solomon of Descendants? Too tired? He smirks at you as he looks down at you. "That Paimon kept being touchy with you, hah...!"

He growls as he mumbles and groan something about Paimon being too touchy with you. He let go of your thighs as he pulls your arms as he flipped you over on your stomach. You're taken back by this action. How the hell did he had so much stamina?!

"W-wait- Satan-!" You quickly turns your head as you saw Satan spreads your hole as he shoves his length inside your used hole again as you scream under the pillow. The glisten from the sex juice and wet skin slapping echos in Minhyeok's room. You grips on the pillows as you let out muffled cries under the pillow.

"Mm...! Mm...! Hm! Ngh...!" His hips met your ass cheeks. Satan raise his hand as he begins to spank your ass. A loud spanking sound coming from Satan as he spanks your ass, again and again, until it's red like his eyes.

"AH! Ah! A-Ah!" You let out a high-pitched gasp. It's hot. You felt like your body was on fire. He is brutal. Now, you understand why he is jealous after all... he is a King of Wrath... You belong to him and only him. You felt your vision begin to blur from those hot tears.

"S-Satan...- I-I'm... Ah! S-sorry... A-Ah! AH!" You cries in desperate as you look at Satan with droopy eyes. Your face is covered in sweat and the heat building in your face.

Instead of accepting the apologies from you. He leans closer as his hand grabbing the back of your head as he leans forward to connect his lips towards yours. Yours and Satan's tongue dances as saliva are dripping down from your chin. He got a taste of you, but his length is still inside you as he continues to move his length deeply inside you. You are shaking and trembling, but kept your tongue dancing on Satan.

"Be still." He commands in a rough sudden tone.

"I-I can't-" You whimpers.

"Yes you can, do you want to find out what will happen if you don't?" His red eyes met yours as he is glaring at you. Your body trembles as you nodded your head.

"Say it." He commands again as he pulls the back of your hair again.

"Y-yes... AH! S-Satan...!" Your voice trembles as you said it.

"Good..." He leans forward as he is biting your shoulder as he is picking up the pace.

"AH! A-Ah! F-Fuck! S-Sat- AH!" The sounds of your screams is letting louder and louder.

"Ah...! Hah...! Ngh-! Fuck, I'm gonna cum...!" He growls as he is breathing heavily on the back of your shoulder. "Take it! Take it!"

"You're mine, Solomon, got that? Fuck!" He snarl, gripping your lower hips tightly.

"AH! AH! AH!" You couldn't reply due to the sounds of your moans coming out of your mouth as the bed kept hitting the walls and creaking.

Releasing your orgasm as you felt Satan's groans releases in your ear as he releases his seeds inside your hole. The moans and groans suddenly went to heavy breathing and panting. Your face collapses on the pillow as your body is taking its time to breathe. Satan slowly pulls out his soften cock as the seeds is dripping down from your hole and onto the bedsheets. Your ass is red and swollen from Satan spanking you. Your hair is tangled up from Satan pulling it.

He is admiring his own artwork that he had created. He notices that you had passed out as he rolls your body as your back is laying on the bedsheet. You are covered in Satan's bite marks, fluids and also your own saliva. You had passed out. He was glad that he didn't overestimated or kill you. He brushes the sweat strands of your hair.

"So good for me, look how much you came, Solomon..." Satan murmurs as he gently kisses your sweaty forehead as you are breathing softly. He just can't wait to kick Paimon like he did to Sitri and Ppyong. He grinds his teeth as this makes him excited... He just wants everyone to know that you belong to him only because you are Solomon of Descendant after all... He was afraid of losing you again, just like Solomon who died. He gently caresses the top of your head as he wait for you to wake up from your slumber.

[mustddart]

Is this your man @ everyone

[strangerstilinski]

𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1.7k

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: older!mechanic!eddie, fem!reader, use of 'girl' in reference to reader, oral (m receiving), semi-public sex, bumbling/awkward/lovestruck eddie (as is typical for my writing lol), i think that's it but lmk if i missed anything

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝟏𝟖+

“-and anyway, all I’m saying is, you’re gonna get a lot more years outta your car if you bring it in to get an oil change every six months or so-”

It’s really not that you don’t care about what he has to say. Your lack of focus on his advice has entirely more to do with the way his thick fingers are curled around the pint of beer in front of him. The metal wrapped around the base several of his fingers clink softly every time the older man nervously drums them against the glass. All you can think about is those fingers in your hair, gripping the fat of your ass or your hips, stretching out your cunt in preparation for his cock.

Your stomach flips a little at the sight of his fingernails. Scrubbed clean of any of the oil or grime that had been wedged into his nail-beds when you’d first met a week ago at the auto body shop, the little patch sewn into his coveralls had blessed you with the name that you finally utter now.

“Eddie?” You interrupt sweetly, glossed lips pursing when his eyes snap to yours.

“Shit. Am I talking too much? I’m talking too much, aren’t I?” He rambles in distress, bringing ringed fingers up to scratch at the coarse stubble lining his jaw. “It’s just- When you asked me to get a drink, at first I kinda thought you were just angling for a discount on repairs, y’know? I mean, pretty thing like you? Actually wanting go out with this old mess? It seemed ridiculous, but- Well, now we’re here and you’ve already paid off the invoice for your car and I’m a little-”

“Eddie.”

His words cut off with a quiet clack as his teeth snap together, eyes searching your own in the dimly lit bar.

“I want you,” Your hand meets where his is wrapped around the sweaty pint glass, fingers hooking underneath his own as you guide your laced hands to rest on the sticky tabletop, “I.. really want you.” You repeat with a bit more emphasis, the words a little softer with vulnerability this time, a little more desperate.

“What, like-? Like right now?” Eddie is already looking around the bar with wide eyes before his gaze flicks back to you, question swimming in their brown depths, “Here?” He murmurs in quiet disbelief.

You give him a coy smile, long lashes blinking at him longingly, “Here.”

Eddie rises to his feet a bit clumsily, like perhaps his body was trying to respond to your words before his brain, “Shit. Fuck. Okay, sweetheart. If you’re sure, I mean. Uh, we.. We could.. Um-”

You're far too worked up to find his racing thoughts as endearing as you think that you normally would, “Eddie-”

He’s dragging you up from the other side of the booth in a flash, large hands falling to your waist as he begins to guide you through the desolate Tuesday night bar crowd with his chest pressed warmly to your spine.

“Just come with me, baby,” Eddie trips over a his own feet in his heavy boots and nearly takes you down with him, narrowly managing to keep his feet underneath himself as he tries to keep you from stumbling, “Shit, sorry-” He grumbles into your ear from behind, the huskiness of his voice and the warmth of his breath prompting a pleasant shiver up your spine.

Once the two of you have stumbled your way down the dark hallway at the back, you spin around to let your arms snake around his waist from behind. Eddie is fumbling with the sticky knob of the bathroom door, the hairs at the base of his tummy soft under your fingers and you can't help but dip your hand beneath his waistband where the hair spreads further.

“Shit-” Eddie fumbles with the door when your fingertips just graze the base of his cock, the skin silky smooth under your palm as you push a little further so you can wrap your small hand around him, “Oh, you're a f-fucking.. menace, aren’t you? N-not so sweet after all.” He tells you, not an ounce of bite to his words, more of a groan of approval than anything.

Your only response is to press your lips to the side of his throat beneath his wild mane of curls, snapping a small nip of your teeth against the curve of his shoulder as you work your hand torturously slow on his cock.

Distracted by your touch, Eddie swings the door open with with a bit too much enthusiasm. He dives forward to catch it before it can collide with the dirty porcelain sink on the inside wall and only narrowly gets a hold of it in time.

As soon as the door is secured behind you again, you're dropping to your knees in front of him. Your mouth finds the soft pudge of his tummy, and metal and leather clink and slap beneath your quick hands as you work his belt and get his jeans open enough to tug out his cock. It springs up as it's released, half hard already and bobbing in front of you like it's taunting you for just how badly you want him. His cock is gorgeous — average length but thick and beautifully curved just a bit to the right.

You hungrily eye the tip where he's flushed dark pink, shiny and dribbling just the tiniest bit already, shining in the hazy light coming from the exposed lightbulb in the ceiling.

Eddie lets out a groan as you take him in your hand again and lick at his tip, savoring the small beads of precome that meet your tongue. You hum at the salty tang of them, dragging your mouth down the length of him, tracing the soft vein along the underside of his cock with your lips and tongue.

“Oh, shit,” Eddie moans, his hand finding it's way into your loose hair nearly immediately. He doesn’t pull, he doesn’t push, his hands are entirely too gentle. His fingertips pet soft at your head like he’s praising you already and you’ve hardly even started, “You.. Baby girl, you don't have to-”

You lean back from where you'd been swirling your tongue around the head, giving his length a couple of short tugs as you look up at him through your lashes with a huff, “Mm, and maybe I want to. You ever think of that?”

He balks, hips jerking minutely and incidentally thrusting his cock toward your pouting lips, “I.. Um-”

“Maybe I’m a young, confident woman who knows what she wants. And maybe I want to suck you off. Did that not cross your mind? Hm? That maybe I might like having your dick in my mouth?” You continue, voice dropping a few octaves.

A soft gasp turned groan falls from the older man’s lips when you lean back in to suck lightly at the tip and the sound has your thighs clenching together against the wave of arousal that curls in your tummy.

“Do you?” Eddie can’t help but ask, the question coming out a quiet groan, “Like it?”

“Mhm,” You hum around him, pushing further down his length to take in more of him, letting him feel the way your throat constricts around the head of his cock when you gag before pulling all the way off again, “Love it.”

“I just thought- Pretty thing like your shouldn’t have t- God. I, uh. You.. Shit. You’re certainly ohmygod- g-good at it.” He struggles to get his words out when you take him back between your lips, but then he’s huffing a quiet sigh of distress when you remove the warm heat of your mouth from his length once again.

“Good..?” You repeat in question.

“Wh- Huh?”

Eddie is blinking down at you dumbly, his hand flexing in your hair as he tries to clear his head. It's infuriatingly sexy.

“I’m on my knees for you in a dirty bar restroom and I’m ‘good’ at sucking your dick? It's.. ‘Good?’” You say the word with distaste, one eyebrow ticking up on your forehead in challenge as you place his tip back against your lower lip teasingly. You let it rest there, one hand coming up to his waist to keep his hips from jutting forward as you part your lips and let a warm breath wash over the wet head of this cock.

“Shit, sweetheart. Did I say good? I meant great! I, uh, phenomenal! M-mindblowing fuck-” He moans loud around the word when you reward him by taking him into your mouth again.

You let him rest heavy on your tongue, sucking and bobbing your head in slow drags while he sighs out a desperate little sound at the feeling.

“Fuck. You- You’re perfect, baby girl. You have to know that. An angel. Gotta know how much you’re- Ohh-”

The surprised groan that cuts him off has you soaked beneath your panties, moaning around his length in response.

“-How much you’re rockin’ my world right now.” He finishes weakly.

You pull off to give him an amused smile, jerking him in earnest with one hand and wiping spit from your lips with the other, “Oh, I rock your world, huh, old man?” You tease.

“God damn it,” Eddie breathes the words, dragging you up by your shoulders until you’re standing in front of him again, “You really are a little brat, aren’t you?”

But his mouth is on yours before you can respond, beer coated tongue breaking through the seam of your lips, a wide palm and fingers covered in cool rings encasing the back of your neck as he leads you just a few steps backward, until your spine is hitting the door.

Your keening moan is lost in the kiss, and as life-changing as his cock and fingers and mouth prove to be that evening, it’s his whispered words of praise and the sweet kisses he presses to your hair as he catches his breath at the end of it all that truly ruin you for anyone else.

As it turns out, the older mechanic who fixed up your car? Eddie? He’s kinda it for you.

[navstuffs]

BratTamer!Leon Kennedy with a SpoiledRichGN!Reader (warning: mild dubcon, SMUT SO MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)

author's notes: yes, i know i normally don't write about this, but really been in the mood lately for something like this. enjoy!

BratTamer!Leon Kennedy, who gets hired by your rich dad to be your bodyguard, but only on paper. The truth? Your dad is tired of your spoiled attitude and decided to hire someone to teach you some manners, though he was the one to spoil you in the first place.

BratTamer!Leon is hated by you at first sight. You don't like having someone around you as you try to spend your afternoons spending money and going to luxurious parties, especially when your friends are more attracted to hitting on him, always being stared at by his watchful blue eyes (when he isn't wearing those stupid sunglasses). Sure, he is attractive, but they can't see he is a pain in the ass, standing behind you with those dumb sunglasses and incredibly sexy blue suit?

BratTamer!Leon gets tired of your superior attitude toward everyone and is close to his limit. The last straw is when he sees you screaming at a poor young lady worker from a high-end store for simply bumping into you on accident, though she tried to apologize in a tearful tone. You don't notice Leon's eyes fill with rage as you scream about how incompetent the seller is, so the whole store hears as you humiliate her. This behavior from you ends today.

"You think you are better than everyone, don't you? Just because you are rich? Just because daddy gives everything to you? It is time someone teaches you some manners." BratTamer!Leon growls before shoving your mouth down his cock when you are back in the expensive car. You realize there is no resistance on your part, a little anger inside your belly, though Leon isn't forcing you down. You are doing it because you want it. "Look how well your lips are taking me. How long have you wanted this?" Fucking bastard.

BratTamer!Leon who vows to fuck you as you need if you behave nicely but punish you badly if you don't. At first, you roll your eyes, ignoring the desperate sensation of being with Leon again. But when a maid from your house breaks a glass cup accidentally, you start screaming at her, not because you care about the cup but because you want to know what kind of trouble Leon is talking about.

The sounds of the slaps on your ass probably echo to the house, but you don't care. At least your dad isn't home. BratTamer!Leon has you on his lap, your ass exposed. He makes you count every single one of the slaps and tears in the corner of your eyes, and he warns, "Do not lose count," you lose it "on accident" a couple of times. BratTamer!Leon is still nice enough to rub your ass when he thinks you've had enough, impressed by how much you took it.

But he keeps his promise. When you apologize to the worker for screaming at her (attracting many surprised stares from everyone), BratTamer!Leon returns late at night to your room and gives you exactly what he promised.

"Haven't been fucked like this in ages, haven't you? See what happens if you behave? I can give you much more than this." BratTamer!Leon grunts as he takes you from behind, grabbing your waist, not giving you time to breathe, every single pound hitting deeper inside of you. You want to tell him to go fuck himself, but he is taking you so good, so good, you can only sob a miserable no, begging to not stop.

Your whole demeanor changes. You become more polite, greeting those you always considered lower than you. Your dad is shocked, simply asking BratTamer!Leon, what it took. Leon smiles as he answers, "Just be firm, that is all."

But no one can change like that, and your brat personality comes out when you see a friend of your dad's hitting on your bodyguard during your birthday party. You honestly don't know half of those people, used to your dad using you for fame, but as you see those long red nails in BratTamer!Leon's dark suit, you bump into them with your wine glass before leaving.

He finds you on the balcony, his white shirt wet with wine, his suit jacket long forgotten. He is pissed, you are furious, and when he asks what that was all about, you tell him to go back and find someone else who he can have fun. And now you sound fucking stupid, with tears in your voice, turning around. You are hoping for him to punish you when you turn away, but when BratTamer!Leon's hand grabs your arm and turns you gently, his hand holding your face.

"Why would I want someone else if I only want you, bratty?"

BratTamer!Leon decides to give your birthday gift earlier. By bending you over the balcony, he suggests you stay quiet so no one looks up and sees how slutty you are. His face goes between your legs as he pushes his fingers inside of you. You hold back your moans, your legs trembling, and it doesn't take long until you whimper for him to stop teasing you and fuck in front of all those people to show everyone who you belong to. Not once does a single head rise despite Leon's grunts, occasional slaps in your ass, and the apparent noise of sex from the balcony. You still manage to keep quiet, even when he raises your leg so his dick can go even more deeper.

When you are done, BratTamer!Leon doesn't leave you like the other times. No, he helps you get to bed, helps clean your body's sweat, and cuddles with you. Leon simply shrugs when you ask him what your dad would think about him on your bed, replying maybe a little of your stubbornness rubbed on him.

"Really? You would blame this on me?" You wonder, pretending to be shocked.

"Why not? Everyone knows you are a bad influence. I might as well be the victim in all of this. Or he would thank me for giving you some manners."

"You really think really you have straightened me up, didn't you, Kennedy??" You tease, and he jokingly gives you a warning slap in your ass.

"We shall see this, brat."

[cyberchronics]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

fell down a rabbit hole and now I'm obsessed with kitty sato n sugu 😵‍💫😵‍💫 fully self indulgent

★ dom sugu x sub sato x dom gn reader, threesome, little bit of dumbification, anal, face sitting, hint of aftercare ★

✩∘₊ ✩*✯☆⃟⃟⃟✯*✩₊∘✩

having a catboy in your life is special as is, but having two? you must've really gotten lucky.

at least, that's what people think when they see you around town with satoru and suguru. they're both hybrids, human and animal features binding together to make two impossibly pretty things that cling to your hips. so different in appearance, yet they fit with you as if you're the missing piece to their puzzle.

satoru is a pampered kitty, snow-white ears and tails overly fluffy and never dirty. his tail sways idly, rubbing the back of your calf tenderly. It compliments his cuddly personality and the way he always pounces on you before sinking his fangs into your shoulder playfully.

suguru, on the other hand, is more reserved. his sleek black ears twitch happily whenever you pet him gently, giving away his emotions despite the neutral look on his face as you toy with his fur. he's not as energetic as his playmate, yet after a long night together it's hard to figure out who's responsible for the red marks littering everybody's skin shamelessly.

∘₊ ✧───────────────────✧₊∘

Somehow, those two always manage to get here. They had once again pulled you into their bed after a long night out, Satoru squishing himself between two warm bodies with a smile. It's evident that he's trying to tease the both of you at once, hands squeezing your waist playfully and head buried in your chest as he rubs his ass against Suguru and waits for his patience to snap.

He knows how good it feels when Suguru gets worked up, having first-hand experience from when he would push him to his limits during ruts. The firm touch manhandling him into a comfortable position, adding yet another to the long list of nights where he would get his hips gripped so roughly and pounded into the mattress... the thought has him rolling his hips forward, pressing the growing bulge in his pants into your thigh.

It goes without saying that he gets in trouble with both of you. Not that he minds, of course. Suguru’s fingers bully him open as you grip his cock, brushing your thumb over the pretty pink tip as a means to punish him is just what he needs after a long day. Being the strongest is hard work, or so he always says before curling up with you in bed. What better way is there to destress than getting his brains fucked out?

Before long, Satoru gets just what he wanted. Suguru's thick dick slides in and out of him in a constant rhythm as he arches into the bed. The sweet noises he would usually be making are muffled by the weight of your body of his mouth, the mouth that seems to be the only functioning part of his body. It gives your hole gentle kitten licks, rough muscle sending shivers up your spine as it teases by circling before diving in for more.

The last thing on Satoru's fuzzy head is complaining. He's enjoying giving you two pleasures if his twitching cock and the pearly mess on his stomach are any tell. His only fluffy tail now stained with both his and Suguru's cum wraps around the man inside of him's waist, sharp nails digging into your thighs as he pulls you deeper onto his tongue. He could die happy like this, really.

Being degraded into a mere sex toy for his lovers to use while his needs are ignored is one of the most gratifying experiences he's ever had. Even when you two are nice enough to give him a break, he spends the entire time babbling about how much fun he's having and rubbing his head against whoever's closest. With the amount of stamina being around you gives him, he's prepared to go all night as a fucktoy.

Luckily for Satoru, he was blessed with very graceful partners. When he's truly at the edge of his consciousness you both seem to take notice, spending the rest of the night pampering him with affection. Cleaning him up with a warm cloth when he mumbles how tired he feels, showering him with tender kisses, and pulling him back into the same position as before you even started. Though his words are semi-incoherent he still whispers out a small "thank you", a ditzy smile on his face as he drifts off to sleep.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

a/n: this barely had anything to do with them being hybrids, but still scratched an itch in my brain <3 so sorry about my absence (again!!), march is always such a busy month :( but I promise, im ready to post again!!!

also made the executive decision to launch an acc just for fluff, @chroniccybers :) think it'll help me keep motivation if I seperate the type of fics I make lol

[loveshotzz]

Okay, so good news and bad news. Bad news is I did not finish chapter four but the good news is I got a ton done and I feel really good about it, and the thing that was blocking me is no longer blocking me anymore so I can finally keep going ♥️ I spent a lot of time reconnecting with the story today and listening to the playlist after being away from it for so long, and I feel confident I’m back in the swing of things with it. 🥹

So to make up for it, here’s an 18+ snippet for you :)))

He wastes no time crowding the space behind you, pressing himself into your ass so you can feel just how hard you have him. The tip of his nose skims the shell of your ear, the corners of his lips twitching when you shiver because of it. Fingertips brush the sides of your breasts, before big hands follow the curve of your waist, trailing down to the tops of your thighs where they curl under the hem of your dress, pulling it up to rest at your hips.

The sticky air of the garage makes your skin slick and the new exposure does nothing to help it. Two of his calloused fingers trace along the waistband of your underwear, humming in approval every time you gasp and push back against him when he lets them dip underneath.

Swollen pink lips leave a trail of wet kisses up your shoulder, perfect teeth nipping at your earlobe before sucking it in the heat of his mouth. The feeling of it has your jaw go slack, lashes tickling the tops of your cheek leaning your entire weight onto him, needing him closer, needing more.

”I think you know what I want to do about it, pretty girl.” His voice comes out gruff against your ear, and if you weren’t so turned on you’d be embarrassed at the whimper you give him because of it.

“The real question is,” he breathes, fingers pushing past the elastic again, daring to go lower than just to tease, the heat radiating from between your legs making him kick up in his coveralls. “Are you gonna let me?”

He uses two fingers to spread your lips apart, and he can hear just how wet you actually are. A deep groan rattles from the back of his throat, with a muttered ’fuck’ hot down your neck because he can’t wait to feel it.

“Mmhmm,” you nod, leaning your head back against his shoulder, chest heaving from all the anticipation and butterflies you’ve tried to ignore this whole time.

You roll your hips to encourage him, words getting lost on the tip of your tongue because all you want him to do is touch you but you can’t bring yourself to say it.

It’s all he needs to end the teasing though, leaving open mouthed kisses along your neck while he runs those same two fingers up your dripping seam, collecting everything you’re offering him with a loud moan. Your knees nearly buckle when the pads of them find your bundle of nerves with ease, rubbing the kind of circles that have you grabbing onto his wrist for support, the blunt ends of your nails biting into his skin.

”I could be so nice to you baby,” he whispers, picking up the speed of his wrist enough to have you gasp his name, and god he needs to hear you do it again, “don’t you want that?”

[chososlittlecrybaby]

just discovered you and I am obsessed, so here’s a request! (does that rhyme lol)

ony and connie’s reactions to us giving them the upmost disrespect 🤭.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊, 𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆!

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝⚠︎

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 ♡

You were driving home after a long day of work. Having to deal with rude customers and on top of that you stayed over time to take in 4 more clients because your coworker called in sick.

Once you were right around the corner from you and Connies shared house, you pressed the button on the garage door opener remote that was clipped onto the mirror visor. You seen the garage opening from the distance.

You sighed. You really wanted a bath and to just lay in your boyfriends arms. its was 10:46pm so you knew he was on the game waiting for you.

“God dammit.” You whispered, dropping your head down to the steering wheel before backing up into the garage setting your white Honda Sonata next to your boyfriends Mercedes-Benz.

You got out of the car and grabbed your Tote bag shuffling your hand around in the cup holders to find the key since your car didn’t need for you to put it in, in order for it to start.

Once you found your key you got out of the car and locked it. Dragging your feet towards the door that connects to the house, you wanted to fall and go to sleep right then and there.

You opened the door and made your way towards the kitchen to set your things on the island. You seen your boyfriend in the living room playing ‘Call of Duty.’ He had his headset on and he was yelling every curse word in the book.

You chuckled to yourself. That man was going to get hurt one day having those headphones on. He didn’t even hear you come in. Then again, where theres Connie there is always a gun nearby.

You walked over to him standing behind the couch. You bent over and tried to plant a kiss on his cheek but he moved away. He removed one of the headphone muffs from his ear. “Hey baby.” Was all he said before turning back to the game. You stood there dumbfounded.

“That’s it?” You said, slightly confused. “What do you mean?” He said, turning his head slightly to you and then back to the game. “I come home after like 10 hours and all I get is a ‘hey baby’? Don’t even ask me how my day was.” You said, anger fueling in your system. “Too busy trying to suck on your friends dick and play that fuck ass game.” You said. Now it was Connies turn to get mad. He quickly muted his mic and turned off his game.

“You lost your fucking mind.” He said. “Bring your ass over here.” He glared at you. You walked to the other side of the couch, not wanting to push him anymore, but you still had a right to be mad.

Connie was in a manspread position. You stood in between his legs as he looked up at you. A stern look plastered on his face.

“You wanna embarrass me?” He said, voice low. He gripped your waist with both hands and yanked you onto his lap. You stared at chain he had on, that read your name.

“My eyes up here. Look at me when im talking to you.” He said with venom laced in his voice. He gripped your throat and forced you to look up at him. “Whats your problem mami?” He said, taking his free hand and slapping your ass. You jolted up, the stinging sensation going straight to your head causing your eyes to water.

“Nothing papi, im just tired.” You said, voice shaky. “Tired my ass.” He said, another slap landing onto your ass. You jolted up and again, causing a laugh to come out of connie. “Not finna lie, you got me fucked up. Get off me and turn over, im finna tear your ass up.” He chuckled.

You got off of him and went to the opposite side of where he was sitting. You laid there looking at the patterned carpet. You knew you were going to be on bed rest after this.

𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐎𝐏𝐎𝐍 ♡

You were laying down with your back resting on the headboard and Ony in between your legs. Your long nails massaging his scalp as he played a mobile game.

“At your big age you playing games on yo phone?” You said, a laugh coming from your chest. “Its not about my age ma, its about uhm” he stopped for a second. “Its about the what?” You laughed again. He slapped your thigh and went back to playing his game.

You picked up the remote and went to Spotify on your TV. You picked a different playlist (the starting song being)

‣ 𝐘𝐎𝐔~ 𝐋𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝♫

“Pa, I need my hair done oh my God.” You said, looking through your best friends highlights. “No.” He said. You sat there with a confused look plastered on your face. “No?” You asked. “Yeah, no? I’m pretty sure I said it loud and clear.” He said, his gaze not leaving his phone.

“The hell? Get the fuck off of me.” You said, shoving him off you. He looked at you, like he wanted to kill you. “You mad or sum? why you suddenly got a attitude?” He asked you, turning his phone off.

You knew these were rhetorical questions. At the end of the day, he pissed you off. “Yeah I got me an attitude? I didn’t even do anything so why you acting like a bitch right now bro?” You said. You got off the bed walking downstairs into the kitchen, Ony following behind you.

Before you could even make it to the kitchen, Ony grabbed the back of your neck yanking you back causing you to turn and face him. He slowly slid his hand from the back of your neck to grab your throat.

“You got 20 seconds to figure out who the fuck you talking to and walking away from.” His eyes piercing straight through you. “You got me fucked up calling me a bitch and think you finna get away with it. Get yo ass upstairs” He yelled at you in your face, throwing you to the side.

You walked upstairs, your arousal leaking onto your panties forming a wet patch. You took your time getting up there scared for what was in store.

“Hurry the fuck up Y/N!” He yelled, causing you to jump.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 1.9𝐊

𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 ♡

𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄!

𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓☯︎

[zweetpea]

Eternity or stasis Part 1 of 2

Spicy scene so watch out. Also some Archon/Arlecchino slander purely because I don't like the fact that the house of the hearth is basically just training child soldiers. No hate if you like her but she is definitely not a good or even morally grey person.I am so sorry about human dvalin guys. I tried not to stroke my own ego when describing him but all the concept art for human Dvalin makes him out to be a very very VERY pretty man. And I like the Hoyoverse dragons so there is a bit of that. Also sorry this took so long to come out.

"Dvalin please!" You whine

"Mine. You're mine." He growls.

"Ah!" you squeak as he squeezes your hips.

"Tight... so tight... Too Tight! Dvalin I can't breath!" 'Yeah that's me. You're probably wondering how I got here.'

20 minutes ago.

"Dvalin it's been 2 weeks since Xiao brought me back. Andruis has come to visit twice, and both times you've refused to see him. You hardly let the abyss mages and slimes bring me food. "I'm begging you, please let me go. I won't run away again just please." You pleaded desperately trying to wriggle out from between his front claws. He was splayed out like a dog lying out in the sun arms crossed in front of him to trap you in.

"Not a chance. The last two times I let you out of my sight you got kidnapped. First by those knights, then you were taken away and the abyss order has told me you were in the land of Geo. That filthy mud-ridden dragon. What does he have that I don't? What can he give you that I can't?"

"Well, no offence but physical intimacy and companionship."

"Oh really?" He growled in a sarcastic tone (and also literally growled, he is a dragon after all). A bright light blue light shined out from Dvalin's chest as he shrunk.

"Dvalin? What...?"

Standing before you was a beautiful man with sharp features. He had a long pointed nose, and sharp eyes. His face wasn't too particularly round (he had a few freckles on his face) and his chin looked like it could cut diamonds. He had long baby blue hair that fell past his shoulder blades - his bangs curled around his head to the back of his head - and glowing aqua colored eyes that pierced your soul. His horns curved up, back and towards each other; the tips tinted in dark blue. His pointed ears peeked out meekly from the sides of his head. He was tall (maybe 7 feet), and his entire body - from hid shoulders down to his waist - was broad. His chest and abs were sculped and defined. His limbs held muscles toned to perfection, yet strangely enough faded from the pale of his torso and face to a lighter blue and finally to a deep blue at his finger tips and his long nails. Finally just behind him swayed a furry blue and white tail. 

"WHY ARE YOU NAKED?!"

"Why wouldn't I be? I don't wear clothes in my true form. I feel strange like this." He looked at his hand, perplexed by the addition of a fifth finger.

"You- you- two- um-" You backed up as he stalked over to you. "Wait!" Your face heated. 

"Come here darling. You said you wanted to be physical." He pulled you toward him and wrapped his tail around you.

"HELP LITTLE SLIMES!! I fell into a trap! He's got me! And he won't let me go!" You scream as a dendro smile and hydro smile bounce toward you.

"Mine."

"Yes I know but, EH!" You try to struggle. 

"Mine!"

"Eh!"

"Mine!!"

"EH!"

"MINE!"

"EH!!"

"MINE!!"

"Dvalin! Please. This is embarrassing. And I can feel your 'friends' poking my ass."

"They just want to say hi, and they wouldn't be so eager if you didn't squirm so much on my lap." He purrs in your ear.

"We need to get you some clothes." You throw yourself from his grasp with all your might. "Maybe some apple bottom jeans."

"Jeans?" He looks confused. 

"And boots with the fur."

"With fur?"

"Really just anything to keep you 'packages' to yourself."

"Oh? So you don't want 'Physical Intimacy'?" He teases. 

"Um I..." 'Screw it. Baizhu and I are just friends with benefits.' You pull Dvalin closer and kiss him. His lips mold into yours and you poke your tongue into his mouth. He lay you down as his tongue overtook your mouth.

"I... cannot feel my legs."

"Stay right there, I'm going to get some food." He kisses your head.

"Wait!" You grab one of his horns and gently rub your thumb over it.

He lets out a breathy moan and grabs you wrist. "Keep that up and this little snack I'm getting you will be an intermission instead of aftercare."

"Did you want this?"

"It was nice, especially the feeling of your nails scratching along my back. I'll be honest, I'm willing to do anything to keep you here."

"Okay, thanks for getting me some food."

"Of course darling." He kisses your lips, and slithers out of the tower. 

10 minutes later you're feeling a bit better, that was until a certain high pitched Bard showed up.

"Dvalin! Please answer me. I know that you're up here! I'm sorry about what happened about a month ago." Venti pleads voice cracking like he's holding back tears. 

"Hi Venti..." You say apathetic.

"What are you doing here? How did you get back here?"

"Wouldn't you like to know." You snark. 

"Don't get smart with me! You turned Dvalin against me."

"I thought you'd want him to be free, and happy."

"I do. But I also want him to be safe. You are nothing but trouble, and I don't want him around you. End of story" 

"Why don't you give me one more- ow! Fudge nuggets! Anyway Venti," You limp your way over to him. "That's not really for you to decide, now is it?" You taunt.

"What gives you the right to talk to me like that?"

"What gives you the right to demand the respect of your people. You're a drunkard, Zhongli is a deadbeat, and Ei is a dictator. Not only that but the Tsaritsa endorses the exploitation of children, allowing Arlecchino - one of her Harbingers - to groom them into the perfect soldiers. They're exploiting orphans - who only have them to trust in - for their army. What good do you Archons do for your citizens?"

"Shut up!" He pushes you to the ground. Your delusion starts to glow seafoam green.

"You don't protect them. So get off your high horse you fake wannabe dei-"

"SHUT UP!!" He screams as the structure around you shakes and the air in the environment grows warmer. 

"Heh, I knew you were full of hot air."

"SHUT! UP!" He screams in your face as his hands come to wring your neck.

"GET OFF THEM!!"

"Dvalin?/!" Venti and you shout in unison. Him in horror and you in joy. Dvalin drops the food and charges at venti. 

"What have they done to you?" Venti whispers. 

"I chose to become this Venti."

"They've clipped your wings."

"You mean these?" Wings spring from his back.

"You know what I mean! Your powers are drained in this form! Why would you do this?"

"I need them that's why."

"No! I'm putting my foot down. I hate to do this but this obsession you have with them isn't healthy!" Dvalin charges at him and he dodges. Venti summons his bow (the skyward harp) and shot at you. You try to block but nothing happens. The arrow doesn't pierce you but it does knock you out and blow you far off.

When you wake up you're somewhere you haven't been before. Inazuma.  

"Okay. This isn't good. Why couldn't I block the arrow? Was it because it was Venti's?" You look down to your delusion and see it was seafoam green instead of a gold color. "Does this mean I've resonated with Anemo? I shook hands with Zhongli and resonated with Geo, Venti pushed me so..." You hold your hand out and several small wind currents form around you. You bring your other hand up and they all form into a big gust of wind shaped in a pair of wings. "Interesting. Okay... where exactly am I? This looks a bit like Ritou. Maybe I could get across to the beach."

"Outlander! Freeze!"

"Shit!" You start to jump across to the beach on your wind currents. You run through the hills of Inazuma.

"Okay I think I'm safe now. Where on earth did I go?" You run to the north end of Narukami Island.

"Hello?! Hello?" You call out as you look for anyone who could help you. 

"Hm? Hey cutie!" Itto shouts at you. 

"Aw, aren't you sweet."

"Heh. Nah, you're just adorable. Hey! You wanna beetle battle with me."

"I don't know how. Maybe a big, strong man could teach me." You flirt.

"Course I could." He wraps his arm around your shoulder. Maybe you should feel a bit bad about flirting and sleeping around but you were promised debauchery. You wrap your arm around him as he leads you to where his gang was, though you didn't get too far with Kujou Sara and her forces on you tail.

"There you are! Surrender your Vision and the blondie." She demands.

"Oh yeah, the sus girl made me twinsies with the twins."

"The Raiden Shogun has ordered any interlopers to be deported from Inazuma immediately, and if they have a vision we are to seize it form them. This... person?" She looks to you for confirmation, to which you nod. "Is under arrest for fleeing Ritou."

"So typical of a cop to be a rude bitch. Actually that's not really fair. Chevreuse, Wriothesley and Cyno are technically cops and they'll probably be considerate. Come to think of it The knights of Favonius are cops and Jean was extremely considerate. It's just the archon simps- well, no Xiao was pretty nice."

"Less talking more fighting!" Itto shouts in a frenzy. He and Shinobu have to fend of the Tenryou Commission. 

"Sorry!" You lift your hand and the gusts of wind lift the enemies off the ground.

"Now we're talking! Looks like the playing field just got a bit more even." Itto taunt.

"On my command!" Sara yell as she readies her bow. You quickly start to twist and turn your delusion to try and get in back to Geo.

"Don't do this to me. I need Geo right now." You whisper and it started to glow gold again. You quickly jump in front of Itto to block Sara's shot. You then start to pelt her with a slew of jagged spall toward the cops.

"Retreat!" Sara's companions cry.

"Cowards! get back here!" She furiously runs after them.

"Oh my gosh! That was awesome dude! Oh hey, what should I call you?" Itto cheers.

"Babygirl." you respond without missing a beat. "It's this affectionate nickname where I come from. If not that you can call me Gen with a G. Last name Z.

"It's nice to meet you Z." Shinobu greets from beside Itto. 

"Please, call me Gen. We're friend now... or something more." You mumble that last part.

"Yeah yeah yeah, formalities and such. How'd you do that? You went from Anemo to Geo in a split second!" Itto praises. "It was awesome. Does that me you have like, Anemo and Geo inside you."

"Well I don't know about Geo but Anemo and Dendro have definately both been inside me."

"Huh?"

"Uh, not the point. We should get going before the cops show up again."

"Oh right. Well Gen in thanks for you saving us I'll treat you to the Biggest bowl of Ramen I can afford."

"I don't think I'll be able to finish all by myself, but we could split it." 'Please if there is any good left in this universe or the one I come from let Itto and I do the lady and the tramp thing! Please please please-'

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" Itto apologizes.

'I love you universe!'

"Looks like Heizou was right. Caught you right where he said you would be."

"I'll handle this Itto. You just get everyone out of here." You order.

"No way! I'm not leaving you behind Gen!" He argues.

"Loyal to a tee, I see why Ayato likes you." You smile. Tenryou soldiers flinging themselves at you.

"Itto we have to go." Shinobu pleads.

"But-"

"Trust me! Go."

"I'm coming back for you!"

"Thank you." You smile. The Arataki Gang ran as the cops jump and overpower you. 

Sara bounds your wrists and ankles, and throws you over her shoulder. "Dang bound again. If I had a nickel for everytime I've been bound and it wasn't sexy, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot  but it's weird that it happened twice. Weirder still that the only two times I've been bound have both been very unsexy. 'This would be arousing if you hadn't been an asshole earlier.' You thought. 'Okay... I guess this is a little hot.'

"Hey do you want to hear something cool? According to the Babylonians, Asushunamir was this super rad person who wasn't man or woman and they were given the gift of prophecy and healing. Also the Norse had this other dude who's portrayed as really really hot and they were gender fluid  but mostly went by he. The gender non conforming have a pretty sweet gig being hot and getting people out of trouble."

"Please stop talking. Besides it doesn't matter who or what you are. Man, woman, or something in between, all obstacles in the Shoguns path to eternity must face her wrath. No amount of strange tales will spare you."

"Bring it on that tyrant is going down!"

"Brave or foolish I do not know. May I ask you something?"

"Go ahead."

"I've been hearing rumors about you. They say you are not so much man or woman so... how do you work in bed if you don't mind me asking." 

"Well~ you could find out for yourself~"

"I'll have to pass on your oh so generous offer." Sara retorts sarcastically. 

"I'm a power-bottom if you must know! Nah that's a lie I'm submissive and breedable, even if I never get pregnant."

"Well... here we are. The Shogun is just inside. She will decide your fate." Sara unbinds you. 

"Bye Sara. Raiden Shogun! You better get your Bitch ass out here!" You storm through the halls.

"Who dares to insult me?" The dumb little puppet shows it's face.

"I mean the real Shogun! Come on out Ei!" As you taunt her a purple rift rips through the air and Ei pulls you into the plain of euthymia. 

"Why is a long haired hooligan in my presence. What's your name?"

"Gen. Now let's talk about something more previlent. You suck! I don't care if you have big boobies! You're a bad mom and a bad leader!"

"Excuse me?"

"You abandoned your son and say that you want to give him freedom. How is that freedom? You cast him out without anything to defend himself with! And on top of all of that he was basically a naive baby with no survival skills. How dense can you be? You are the cause of at least 25% of Teyvats major problems. Do you have any idea what He's doing out there right now?"

"Wow... you really want to die don't you?"

"Can you stop being so egotistical? There's more to this world than you ya know! I get you're sad because Makoto died, and you feel like you have no purpose. You don't feel worthy to be the Electro Archon, right? Well Miko doesn't think so. She and sara are keeping this entire nation afloat while you bitch and moan about having to do work."

"How do you know all of this?"

"Because I'm not from Teyvat."

"Obviously. You are the adored one. The one Celestia fears. That doesn't explain-"

"No!" You cut her off. "I'm literally not from this world. I've seen this twice before. I got in after beta and I have to look up past events off Youtube, because Hoyoverse is a bitch to the Genshin community. I get they want people to pay for gacha but just have them be a normal world quest or a side story or even a playable movie! Kingdom hearts did that with their mobile game! It was a bit confusing but that's kingdom hearts for you."

"...what?"

"Nothing. Point is you need to get off your ass and work. Your people are dying. They're slaughtering each other in droves. Eternity doesn't mean everything has to stay the same. Makoto wouldn't have wanted that Ei. Eternity can exist through Inazuma's preservation. Their culture and heritage and customs all play a part in Inazuma's identity. If those things can keep Inazuma thriving then Inazuma will be eternal."

"...you've seen this play out before. Is there ever a way for me to reach perfect Eternity."

"not a perfect stasis no. But from where I'm from you and Makoto's Legacy is secure. Inazuma is eternal to my people." 

"How would I even go about trying to fix things?"

"...wait that worked?"

"What?"

"I never thought I'd get this far. (A/n: SpongeBob reference!) I was just trying to sow the seed so that the twins wouldn't have to go through so much bullshit to defeat you and make you see the error of your ways. I was trying to buy time more than anything."

"Okay... so what do we do now?"

"I have no clue..."

"Um when you said twins... you wouldn't happen to mean two blonds in strange clothes similar to yours, did you?" 

"Is the puppet fighting them? Did your puppet take Thoma and they're trying to protect him?" You deadpan.

"Yes?"

"yep, that's them. Let 'em in they might be able to help." 

She does as you instruct and the twins come barreling in. "What the Fu-"

[needyvampyres]

jeff the killer ns/fw headcanon’s again because i love him and a lovely person requested, so i can’t keep them waiting any longer.

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• if you tried hard enough you could make this man submit to you completely, and i think that in his head he’s doing it for you, his baby, and he’s most likely utterly obsessed with you because i don’t think this man acts on small amounts of emotion, that shit means nothing to him, what does mean something is when you’re all he can think of, when even the smell of you drives him crazy.

• i think you’d have to really force out his moans, but i’m telling you now that this man whimpers. i think if you’re on top and you’re moving real slow, since he’s beyond impatient he’d be whimpering and whining, begging you to just give him a bit more. it would be such a cute sight to see because normally you’re in this position lol.

• he definitely initiates everything and it’s never with his words, it’s with his actions. he grips your ass, drags his hands on torso and digs his nails into your waist. like even if you’re in public he will do all of these things and he even might (he most definitely would) drag you to a more private area out there and just have his way with you. pushing your face into a brick wall while his hand is wrapped around your neck, pounding into you from behind as he tells you how much of a slut you are for letting him use you whenever he pleases. he’d pull your hair back and whisper in your ear something along the lines of, “yeah, you want people to see you like this, don’t’ya, sweet thing? ya want them to see i own you.” lol yeah something along those lines.

• i do believe he is a panty stealer, like i said, he’s absolutely obsessed with you but when you’re not around he needs something from you so he can feel like he’s still close by. so, he takes dirty underwear from your laundry basket and cums into them, some he’s ruined so he’s replaced them because he felt bad, but others he just leaves right on top so you can see how desperate you leave him, even if it’s only a few hours.

• when you’re going out without him though he’ll cum inside of your underwear and all over you before you slip it on so it’s just marinating against your skin and each time you feel it heat envelopes your body and the moment you get home you’re basically ripping his clothes off from how much that turned you on.

• if you have a period, i think he enjoys fucking you on it but he changes his tactics because one you’re more sensitive and two, he is savoring the moment. he enjoys how the blood spreads all over his cock and thighs, how it looks on his face after he eats you out, how both blood and cum slide down his throat after he’s done. he goes deep each time and slowly pulls back, enjoying how warm and swollen you feel but him holding back doesn’t last long because his impatience ruins everything. he’d pick up speed but barely disconnect, barely pull back, so he’s completely buried inside of you feeling the overwhelming heat and the wetness that’s inside.

• this one is obvious but he’s definitely carving shit into you no doubt. i think a lot of them would be degrading like “slut” “whore” “cum dump” “dirty cum slut” shit like that and/or he’d carve like “jeff’s property” on your ass or “jtk” on your stomach. he likes branding you, he likes seeing the scar weeks after the occurrence but it doesn’t stop there, no. i believe he’ll reopen them like he does with his scars. he just can’t help it, he’d be so disappointed if they were to close and heal, so of course he has to intervene.

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these are just the ones off the top of my head, feel free to comment what you think like if one of mine would be a bit different or if you have a completely different opinion all together, i love sharing with everyone! anyway, guys also let me know if you’d like more and if you’d like them for any other crp character except ben :). okay thanks guys, i hope you enjoy !!

[leffee]

hey you. yeah, you

if you wanna, give me the best physical description possible of your human interpretation of any of the main 7. character and personality details will help too.

am i going to draw them? maybe- :))

ok so, I wanted to answer it much sooner and I got sooo excited, but then I also got intimidated because my design for Vinnie is so fucking stupid. But, I will try to describe him now as best as I can. Why only him? Well, because the rest of the humanized pets in my head are very similar to already existing human designs of them from other people who drew them as such. In short, if you saw drawings of their humanized selves especially from older fandom days (so like 2013-2015 or so) you have seen how they look in my head. Vinnie however... well, of course as my favourite specialest little guy gets extraordinary treatment, sooo that's why I will only stick to him.

I will try my best of course, but since I can't draw his design exists solely in my head, so stick with me as I try to untangle this mess, and so my human Vinnie physical interpretation here goes:

white, but like, really really pale, like almost sickly-looking pale. So white in very literal sense. Basically what you get in google images when you type in: very pale comlexion

freckles everywhere! Like, everywhere. On his face across his cheeks and nose and a lot of them, not just a few (honestly like you draw Sunil with freckles, just more)

short, really really short, my little guy is literally little so yeah. Also skinny, really skinny

ourple eyes of course and eye bags, really visible dark eye bags (the best feature any character can have in my humble opinion <3 adding eye bags to a character makes them instantly 1000x better to me)

fangs/very sharp canines, another comparision to yours, but kinda like your Russell except that they're not like sticking out from his mouth, just when his mouth is open, you know? Basic ass idea but oh well, he's my prettiest white boy

hmmm what elseeeee, no facial hair, hmmm uhhh idk, I was going to add here other things that he doesn't have in my design but I can't think of anything else rn

short uneven nails because he bites them <3 not as a stress-thing, he does that just because yeee

and finally, the elephant in the room, the most important thing - Vinnie hair, uh oh. This is so hard to describe I'm genuinely lost but I sure will try. First, I will try to provide some visualization which is here , I know, it's just pixiv generated image but that's the best we have. Aside from that we also have my best try at drawing his hair ona stickman in paint multiple times, one of those times is here. So yeah, this in not 100% accurate, but that's the best visualization. I will try to add some stuff though to properly describe his hair: it's long, waist-long, green of course, straight but not like fully sticking to his body basically a combination of those two images of Vinnie from the first linked post. That's the best I can do to describe his hair unfortunately, all you really need to know is that it's beautiful ✨

covered in bruises too, everywhere because you know

covered in blood

Now that I described his body to the best of my abilities, I suppose I should also mention his outfit. Well, this is one of the things I said a lot, but a hoodie in peak character design to me so yeah, a hoodie, a green one of course. Not one with a zipper, but it has a hood. For whatever reason I also imagine it without pockets? It's not that important but whenever I think of him in my head his hoodie doesn't have any pockets. Welp.

I also imagine him with three helix piercing on his right ear, all three being silver

Nooow, to be completely honest I never quite estabilished how he looks from the waist down. I'm not sure why, but this part has always been kinda vague for me. I know his pants would be dark, black or dark gray or something and not baggy, just kinda sticking to the body kind? Not jeans however! Maybe something akin to leggings? Maybe even leggings with foot straps? Yeah, I'd say probably that. And I never thought of what shoes he would wear either. I guess just some sneakers? But that's all I have.

Oh oh and also those cool black, fingerless gloves

I think that's all? I'm analyzing him in my head now so much, but I think I said everything. As for how well I described him? You judge that I suppose xd.

Jesus that was long, wasn't it?

As for personality? Well, I will try to generalize it as much as possible, because to really understand the way I see him obviously we'd have to go through all of my headcanons for him which is an obvious no right now xD there's too many of them. But in short: silly goofy ass, NOT stupid because no, I mean he's not a genius like Russell either but he has common sense pls, outward chill going but inward there's more happening behind scenes, his first reaction to anyone is being friendly, very loyal to his closest friends and also very determined, he doesn't give up easily. He however can't control his anger most of the time and gets jealous easily plus has abandonment issues.

Idk, I could go on and on about his personality, but again, that would require a much much longer post and/or reading laterally all my previous Vinnie stuff so yeee, I suppose I will end here.

Ok, now that that's done I just wanted to thank you so much for giving me an opportunity to talk about my special guy. And absolutely no pressure about drawing him, really! Especially given that half-baked description xd. But if you do wanna draw him, then omg. In such case (or if you wanna just in general) feel free to ask about any more details that I might have missed if you need.

Plus as I said, the rest of the humanized pets in my interpretation pretty much already exist, so I didn't include them. But, if you'd still like to hear about them then feel free to ask. Though maybe in separate asks, you see how long Vinnie took >.>. On the other hand, Vinnie always takes the longest because I have most details about him in any given situation.

[poke-imagines]

Hello! May I ask for some NSFW Headcannons about Professor Turo?

But with a context of a little Plottwist: After the Paradise Protocol was defeated, The AI turns into the real Turo. After they made their way out of area 0, he meets a female Teacher at school (Kanto-Born) who sparked a hot desire for her in his loins. ♥️

Thank you so much in advance!

Interesting concept, I hope I did it justice! Sorry if it's too long-

MAJOR SCARLET AND VIOLET SPOILERS AHEAD

AI Turo turned Human meeting You Headcanons

After AI Turo turned into the true Turo, he had a lot of questions. How did he turn into a human? Did he just contain the real Turo's soul? What is the science behind this?! So many questions filled his mind that the group had to practically drag him out of Area Zero

One of the first things he did was go back to the academy. It had been decades since Turo had been there, and his AI self never had any personal memories of it either

Time obviously has passed quite a bit and with that came new teachers. Arven was showing Turo around the school and introduced him to all the new teachers. But one teacher made his breath halt. A brand new literature teacher

The moment he laid his eyes on you he felt himself grow hot. Something about your appearance just drove him wild, he couldn't put a finger on it. Was it your beautiful eyes? Your long legs? Your shapely ass? All he knew was that he wanted all of it

Although his speech was mildly robotic, you could not deny he was hot as hell. Toned body, sharp jaw, perfect hair, he had it all. You're mildly ashamed, but your eyes definitely spotted a sizable bulge

When you gave him a handshake, the moment your hands touched and you felt his strong but sturdy hands, you knew you wanted him

As you got to talk more throughout the week you both bonded on more than just a physical level. You told him all about Kanto and your family while he told you about Paldea and it's history. He genuinely really enjoyed your company, and that just made him hornier everytime he saw you

Sexy Time Headcanons

The first time you really got heated was in your classroom after school hours (Don't tell Director Clavell)

He only came in to start a conversation, but things quickly devolved into a sloppy makeout session

As you kissed, his hands quickly went to your waist and held you tight, pressing your back against the side of your desk. It creaked as both of your bodies repeatedly pushed against it

Your hands desperately clawed at his skin-tight suit, begging to feel his skin against your palms. If you had forgotten to clip your nails his suit would definitely be ripped by now

You've only known this man for, what, a week? Oh well, now you're fucking in a classroom!

Turo gently carassed your chest, and as he slowly peeled away your clothing multiple memories flooded his mind. The original Turo of course knew what sexual desire felt, and AI Turo technically has those memories too. But this is the first time he truly, as one being, is experiencing this. And it couldn't feel more right

He found out his favorite thing is grinding against you roughly. Whether it's your crotch or ass he will happily grind against you. Hell, he'll even take a thigh, any part of you is perfect for him. And you can feel his dick growing larger with each hip thrust, his breathes getting sharper

If you desire, Turo is more than happy to give you oral. You'll have to give him hints and instructions, but once he gets it down he needs no guidance

As you suck his cock it takes all of his power to not grab your head and face fuck you. Your mouth is so hot it's driving him mad! Is this what he has been missing all these years?

Eventually he picks you up off the desk and wraps your legs around his waist. Lips never leaving yours, he rubbed his dick against you before entering you slowly. So slowly that you could feel every single inch fill you up

Turo bounced you on his dick over and over, gripping your ass tightly. As you moaned and whimpered against his neck, he was finding a new fire in him that hasn't been awaked in years. A fire of desire and sexual passion, one purely caused by you

Due to pure blind horniness, Turo ends up finishing in you. As he apologizes and pulls out, a small drop of cum leaks out of you

You'll deal with that later, all you are wondering is when he wants to do this again

Turo NSFW Headcanons

Once you manage to get his suit off you can see he really is chiseled. His pecs are full and tight, covered in a thin layer of body hair, with his nipples being a peach tone and pronounced

He didn't have pronounced abs but his stomach was very toned. A happy trail of ash brown hair lead down to very neatly trimmed pubic hair. It is full but clean and clearly is taken care of. That's one thing you notice, he is very well groomed everywhere

Turo's dick is a good mixture of length and girth, being a solid 7 inches erect with 4.5 inches of girth. He is cut with an average size head. His dick has an upwards curve, with minor pronounced veins along the sides

When he cums he tends to cum a lot. If he nuts in your mouth you will undoubtedly be swallowing at least a little

God I'm so nervous about these, I hope these turned out well. Thank you for requesting!

[snowrani]

(Y/n) x Katsuki Bakugou 🍋

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(Y/n) Gazed up at Katsuki her cheeks flushed a bright crimson.

Never had she imagined to be in this type of situation. Sure she wasn't complaining, katsuki was her long time childhood friend and crush.

Yet she couldn't understand his sudden actions. He hated her now.. didn't he?. From Ignoring her to starting horrible rumors about her body, her thoughts of him disliking her where valed.

"K-kastu what are you doing" (y/n) Squirmed under his grasp. With one hand on her wrists another tightly on her waist Katsuki leaned down lightly kissing her neck, bright pink and purple marks soon scattered across her (s/c) skin.

A smug grin was plastered on Katsuki's face enjoying the affect he had on (y/n). 'Its about time you learn how I really feel' he thought to himself.

He ignored her feeble attempts to get out of his grasp his hands staying firm. He wondered what was going on in her head. His actions were sudden but he couldn't help himself.

Not after he heard what Shinso had said. Shinso wanted (y/n) but katsuki refused to let what he thought to be his get touched by another.

"Katsu please I don't understand" tears started to fall down the girls face. She didn't like how he was acting nor was she used to it ether.

"Use your quirk" He wanted to explain his actions but his pride refused him to do so. Giving her permission for her quirk would at least help the situation so (y/n) wouldn't be scared of his plans for her.

With a nod she hesitantly did as katsuki had told her. With one hand free for a moment (y/n) placed her hand lightly onto his chest. Her eyes widening as the relazation hit her.

Once her quirk activated she felt a flood of his emotions. Many in which she didn't expect. She could feel his jealousy, adoration and even love.. the feeling of love that was pinned towards her.

"You..you love me?"

"Just shut up dumbass" he spoke his voice harsh as he pulled her into a kiss. His hands trasing down her frame.

(Y/n) reached up wrapping her arms around katsukis neck her fear of his actions slowly melting away into what could only be described as anticipation.

The two fought for dominance only for (y/n) to lose once Katsuki gave a l8ght slap to her ass making her gasp slightly in surprise. "Your mine" he muttered agenst her lips.

(Y/n) Hands traveled up his shirt tracing her nails agenst his skin. She knew where their heated make-out session was leading to which made heat start to pool to her core.

"Katsu.. please" She rubbed her thighs lightly together in a failed attempt to lessen the needy feeling.

Katsuki began to unbutton the girls shirt tossing it to the side before unclasping her bra. "I'm showing who you belong to" His voice was soft a complete turn around compared to his actions.

He pushed his hips between her legs his hands roughly twisting and pinching (y/n's) Nipples. Small whimpers and moans escaped the girls lips her back arching slightly as she tried to push her hips with his.

"Who do you belong to" he hissed out his tongue wrapping around one nipple only to switch to the other once satisfied with the marks left on the first brest.

"You katsu" Her voice was airy as she spoke. 'Is this what they mean when they say you feel drunk when with someone you love' She thought to herself. She felt tipsy her mind hazy yet not a drop of alcohol had been in her system.

Katsuki kissed down her stomach lightly biting down on her skin. He pulled her skirt up not bothering to take it off as he began leaving marks on her thighs.

He made sure some where visible for when she walked. He wanted those around to know she was taken that she belonged to him and no one else.

The sounds that escaped (y/n's) lips where like music to his ears. A sound he somewhat wished to record and play on loop for all eternity.

Hooking a finger to her underwhere he pulled them to the side laching his lips to her clit. One hand firmly placed on her thigh so she couldn't pull away.

(Y/n) Moved her hips agenst him her hands grasping lightly at his hair which made katsuki smirk. His eyes held a mischievous glint in them as he moved his tongue skilfully agenst her sensitive bud of nerves. "You better hold on tight because I'm going to make you scream my name"

"Plase katsu.. I need you" a wicked gun spread across his face at her words before diving his tongue deeper into her core. He relished the way her body moved agenst his face in need of the pleasure only he could give her.

Katauki continued his relentless assault on her core soon adding a finger which only added to the pleasure quickly making the girl come undone. "Such a mess~" he mused standing up unbuckling his belt letting his pants fall to the floor.

Pulling (y/n) to the edge of the bed he aligned himself with her core "I'm don't holding back" he spoke."but katsu this will be m-" her words cut off as katsuki slammed into her making the poor girl cry out in pain.

Maybe it was the saidest in him, but he enjoyed her cries as he began moving his hips creating an unwildimg rhythm. "Fuck.. your tight" he muttered reaching down rolling her clit between two fingers.

"It hurts katsu please I ..I cant" She cried tears falling down her redden cheeks. "You can it fill fade soon"

(Y/n) nodded hoping what he spoke was the truth as she tried to relax soon soft moans could be heard along with the rough thrusts.

She wrapped her arms around his waist her hips now moving to meet his relentless thrusts. "That's it.. your mine understood.." He reached up grasping at her hair as he pulled her into a kiss his tongue wrapping around hers.

Soon katsukis thrusts became uneven as he quickly reached his peek shooting his load into her. With a few more thrusts (y/n) followed after tightening around him cumming.

Pulling her close he slowly pulled out and grabbed some tissues cleaning himself and het off before laying beside her. "What does this make us katsu" She mumbled "your mine" Katsuki smirked wrapping his arms around (y/n)

"You belong to me now"

[sxnshiinechilde]

When you see him again after so many years and he's still obsessed with you even though things ended badly between you two.

"What did you just say?" He clenched his fist, his nails digging into his palms as he looked at you, absolutely furious.

You felt yourself slightly shrink back but immediately stood tall and firm. Keeping your face blank you dryly retorted back, " why can't you just let it go? I don't even really remember anything from all those years ago. That's how important you were to me." You felt a sharp pang in your chest as you lied through your teeth. Of course you remembered everything, you had loved this person with everything you had. How could you ever forget a feeling like that?

You felt your body slam against the wall and winced at the dull throbbing from your head. He forcefully grabbed your jaw in his large hands, forcing you to keep eye contact with him. He glared at you with so much hate and anger.

"You don't remember? You don't remember how much I loved you? How much suffering you've caused me?" His eyes flickered to your mouth and you felt your breath quicken, suddenly you were scared. The look in this man's eyes had changed. They were still angry, still hateful, but something was different. You could sense a type of hunger behind them, a possessiveness.

Your heart rate sped up at how close he was. He was just inches away from pressing his lips against yours and it made your body tingle in anticipation and fear. If he kissed you right now, you knew you would cave and give all of yourself to him. That's how much power he had over you and the jerk didn't even know it.

"L-let go of me..", you rasped. Your throat felt dry like you hadn't had any water in days. And then you were face to face with the wall. He held a firm grip on your neck, pressing your face to the wall as he held your waist flushed against him.

"Let go?..after I've finally found you again? After searching for you for so long you want me to let go?" He let out a laugh but he didn't sound amused at all.

He tightened his hold on the back of your neck and pulled your waist against him more. That's when you felt it.

His cock was hard.

You began to struggle against him and he groaned from the friction.

He pressed his bulge against your ass, slightly rocking his hips back and forth as he started to grind against you. You struggled against him more, letting out little "stops " and "let go's" but they fell on deaf ears and he lifted up your dress and slid your panties down. You felt his cock at your entrance as tears pricked your eyes.

This couldn't be happening. You had done everything you could to make this man happy and protect him. You had let him go, but it never crossed your mind that he would not let you go, that after all of these years, he would remain the same.

You let out a sob, suddenly feeling defeated as he roughly shoved his cock inside of you.

He moaned as your pussy engulfed him. He did not plan to be gentle with you. He was gonna use you until you passed out, but you knew that even if you passed out he would keep going until he was satisfied.

"Listen to me sweetheart, because I'm not going to repeat myself, You. Are. Mine." He grunted as he thrusted sharply into you.

"You don't remember anything from back then? That's fine I'll just have to remind you won't i?" You whimpered as he shoved his cock deeper and began to pick up his pace.

You could already feel your stomach start to tighten with that familiar sensation. All you could do was cry and take his cock. This was it. There was no going back. You knew you could not leave him this time.

This was inspired from a chapter of a BL called "Love Me Not" if you like angst and possessive tops I 10/10 recommend 👌

[godofvillains-arch]

“Can only ignore so fucking much until some bitch ass motherfucker shoves it down my throat. I doubt God’s gonna do me the favor of ‘letting me live’ regardless.” Maybe if he married Pip he could get away with it, Pip’s a good kid.. God wouldn’t take someone important to him… right? And what if he did? That’d leave Pip alone… A saddened expression crosses Damien’s face for a moment before he shakes it off. “I can only do so much, but I know one thing, I won’t go down easily when my time does come.”

There’s a bit of a snort, yeah he knows the stubborn type. He’s ONE of those stubborn types. “Yeah, I get that. More than you might think. I believe ya on that.” He’s got no reason not to anyway.

“There are just.. people like that. It’s your choice what you do with it honestly. Some people won’t stop trying, even if you nearly cause their death.” Like he did. He’s lucky the other survived. Either way, Pip still helped him growing up, that’s why he’s the way he is now. 

“Fair. They’re like, well known serial killers in America. Like, really bad to the point they didn’t get caught until so much damage was done. It was like some kind of sick fantasy for them.” He’s not gonna get into detail though. It’s bad enough he has to deal with them in Hell occasionally. “Sounds like this All For One guy isn’t any better, but the fact that he helped you makes it hard to fully hate him I’m guessing?” Or he could be wrong.

“I didn’t think about that, then again I’ve been so dead set on thinking that he’ll just say no. But we both know Pip doesn’t deserve to be in Hell. And try horns, wings, and a tail. Sharp teeth like mine, pointed ears, red eyes. You know, all that.”

@resiliency-in-starlight

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"I understand... As long as you go down with a fight, not letting them have it easy, that's good... I'm destined to be a vessel, a new body for my old man... I haven't given up. I still battle tooth and nail for my body. But he still tries to consume me. I'm keeping my body as long as I can.. But in the end, who knows what will happen to me," he speaks honestly with a shrug.

"I mean I nearly killed the brat a few times.. Guy just will not give up... I mean, I'll admit... it's nice someone cares about me on the other side. But he doesn't understand me... Even if I DID want help, I can't just abandon my allies."

"Oh, gotcha.. I don't pay much attention to American news.. I just live and chill in Japan. But I'm pretty sure even in my own world those people exist. Cuz my world and this one are nearly the same.. Just mine has super powers... As for All For One, I hate the bastard with every fiber of my being. The problem is, is he grows stronger the more I hate him and everything else... So I've been trying to calm my hatred. Which is kinda why I went to Nimue's world in the first place."

"I mean, you never know unless you try," the villains says with a shrug. "Hat can hide the horns, keep the wings beneath a loose hoodie, tail can wrap around the waist and remained tucked under the shirt. Sharp teeth-- some humans DO get their teeth sharpened. Just tell people he did that cuz he thought it was cool. There's cosplay items that make your ears pointed, can say it's that cuz it's his trademark. Red eyes, red contacts."

[poppy-metal]

"The first time you hear Izuku moan your name, its with you hiding on the other side of his closet door, your hand clapped over your mouth in shock.”

A/N: im placing this before the sexual side of their relationship begins. A prelude of sorts, if you will.

Cw: voyeurism, smut, dekus secretly dirty mouth.

All things considered izuku’s room was...not as gross as you expected a staple college aged guys dorm room to be. It was cluttered but not disgusting, posters of comics and figurines and manga and some clothes strewn about, everything kind of frenzied and haphazard. It was so incredibly deku, a secret smile pulled at your lips, even though your reasons for being here were less than innocent

He’s wearing fucking pink. Because of course he is, of course izuku is humble and comfortable in his masculinity enough to pull off a bright pink t-shirt. It hugs his chest too, and you have to wonder if literally any of his clothes fit him and the tits he decided to grow in college. His image is so utterly imposing, his smile so bright, and laugh so airy, it sends butterflies flipping through your stomach at just the sight of him and that makes you want to vomit. Your lips curl in a sneer and you’re walking towards him and the group of friends he’s talking to as if on reflex. 

Stupid, lovely deku. You knock your shoulder into his as you pass, hard enough that his books clatter and fall to the floor, scattering. And then those green eyes are on you, giving you his attention and your body feels alive, your blood cells buzzing under your skin even as he frowns. The dimples on his freckled face fall as he takes you in. Yes, you think, look at me, see me, want me. 

Out loud you say. “Watch where you’re going, stupid deku” and you’re looking at him like he’s the dirt under your shoe. He’s not. He’s the center of your universe. Your world tilts around his axis. “Pink isn’t your fucking color by the way”. it is. 

Izuku huffs. He’s past the point where he used to turn as red as a tomato and duck his head whenever you stood in front of him, but he’s still deku at the end of the day. An easy target. “If looking at me bothers you so much you could just ignore me.” He crouches down to pick up his things. His words make you itch, if you could ignore him, you wouldn’t fucking be here. Its because he exists too much, that you want to push him down so much. 

You step your manicured foot onto his notebook right as he’s about to grab it. He tugs at it, you dont budge, and he looks up at you, exasperated. “Can i have my notebook, please?” 

Why is he so fucking pretty? God, you want to throw up. You dig your heel in further, covering the flutter you feel in your chest with a practiced sneer. “I like the way you say please, deku.” You lean down a little, “Say ‘your highness’ and i’ll move” 

It’s a thrill, seeing the way his jaw sets, his brow furrows, his eyes go annoyed. Sweet, sweet, friendly izuku. You’re the only one he looks at like this, like he wants to throttle you. But he won’t. You see his adams apple bob, his cheeks dust pink, even as he glares. “No” 

You pause. It’s not the first time he’s gotten snippy with you, but the conviction behind it is new. You feel something in your stomach give a jump, your blood thrumming in your ears. You jerk your foot towards you, sliding his notebook out from his hands and standing completely on top of it with both your feet now. Your sticky lips, glossy and plump, spread into a mocking grin, “No? Do i need to slam you into some lockers and take you lunch money?” You feel a thousand feet tall, towering above him still kneeling, you on the high ground, looking down at him below you, where he can’t reach you. Can’t ever see the truth. “C’mon pansy, you’re already on your knees anyway” 

But he isn’t anymore. He jerks to a stand, and now he’s taller than you, but you puff your chest out, not letting that affect you. It always affects you. Not that he knows or ever notices. Your eyes are widening when he steps forward so you’re practically nose to nose and chest to chest. “I don’t have time for you” he snaps, irritated. And then he’s stepping away as suddenly as he stepped up, the rest of his things gathered in his arms, he shakes his head at you, a tendril of that mossy mousey hair falling into his eyes. “I gotta get to class” 

And then he’s gone, brushing by you, disengaging. You stand there, your breath stuck in your chest, not moving. ‘I dont have time for you’ over and over again rings through your head like a mantra. You step off his notebook robotically and kick it across the floor. It bangs against a wall and you feel your fists clench, nail beds digging into your palms harshly. ‘I dont have time for you’ 

You turn on your heel, away from the direction of your class, fury blinding you. Anger in place of humiliation, vindication in place of being humbled. You don’t know what crawled up his ass and made him think he was above you all the sudden, but you weren’t having it, not the fuck at all. 

And that’s how you found yourself snooping through izukus dorm, with the intention of finding some kind of dirt, or something to hold over his stupid head. He didn’t have time for you? How dare he act like he was better than you, like he had things more important to do than to indulge you. You were still so mad you wanted to throw a tantrum, kick and scream and claw his eyes out. Straddle his stupid broad waist and shake him until all he saw was you, you, you. 

You really hated him. Hated that because of him you were basically a bully because any attention from him was attention you thrived and lived under. Maybe if you weren’t so prideful, so disgusted by the weakness of your own gooey emotions for him, you would have tried to be the center of his attention in a nicer way, but as it was you were in too deep. This was the sick game you played, and losing wasn’t an option. 

You hated how much that made you similar to bakugou in a way. You didn’t like that guy, and even weirdly so, you wanted to gouge his fucking eyes out for the way he treated and talked to izuku. Was it jealousy or possesivness that drove you to want to be the only one who could rile izuku? You wondered, sometimes, if bakugou felt the same way about you. 

It was the loss of control, for you. Better yet, it was the way you liked the loss of that control. You had always prided yourself on being strong willed and a perfectionist. But whenever your eyes so much as grazed izukus, all your emotions went rattling around your stomach in sick twisted ways, giving you goosebumps, making you...nervous. It was a crush that had turned into an obsession, wasn’t it? And you wanted to make izuku suffer not only for invoking those messy feelings, but for not seeming to return them as well. If he couldn’t love you or want you romantically or sexually, you’d force yourself onto his radar and into his head until thinking about anyone else was impossible. Until you squirmed under his skin as much as he squirmed under yours. 

Acting like you didnt exist was unacceptable. Obviously you’d slacked off on your taunts and actions, if he could just brush past you so easily, not taking your bait. You needed to even the playing field again, and by even you meant you needed to be towering above him again. 

Towering over him so you dont have the time to think about how much you want to be under him, your mind whispers at you as you pick through his room, trying to find anything incripting. Someone like izuku would probably have something utterly embarrassing like a diary or some weird porn magazines, shameless, helpless guy that he was. 

You huff as you open his drawer next to his bedside, nearly slamming it back shut in shock at what you see there. 

You’re not stupid. You’re a healthy, young woman with an active sexual imagination and access to the world wide web, to porn. 

Izuku has a fleshlight in his drawer. Izuku has a sexytoy. Izuku. And its green. 

Izuku has a sex toy that he probably uses. That he probably sticks his cock into and moves- 

An absurd laugh barks out of you, shocked and helpless. Because while in your head you knew izuku had to be some kind pervert, what other explanation was there for the way he blushed and darted his gaze around like a ping pong ball whenever you leaned forward and get caught a glimpse under your blouse, this is...unexpected. Imagining izuku in explicit scenarios, doing lewd things, it was something you didn’t allow your mind to wonder to often over. You didn’t like the way you got all squirmy and meek whenever you thought too long about izuku without clothes. 

You feel kind of squirmy now, hot and uncomfortable as you shift around and try to gather your wits back about you. Revenge, that’s what you’re here for. 

With a shaky exhale you turn away from his dresser, your thoughts flitting around your head like annoying gnats. What, who, does he think about when he…? What does he look like? What does his...c- You shake your head, slap your cheeks, trying to center yourself from the images floating around, flustering you and distracting you. 

You’re in the middle of lifting the covers on his bed to peek under it, see if there’s anything there, when you hear the handle on his door jiggle. You freeze, every muscle in your body locked frozen like a deer in headlights as the knob twists, and then catches. Right. You’d picked the lock with one of your hair clips and then made sure to lock it again behind you just in case something like this happened. And by the, “Ugh” on the other side of the door, yep that’s definitely izuku. You’re shoved out of your shocked state, and bolting for his closet door as you hear the jingle of his keys twist in the lock, trying your best to close the door as quietly as possible behind you, it swishing shut barely a second before the door to his dorm opens and you hear him step in. 

Class must have let out early or something, you think huffily, gently rearranging yourself into a comfortable position on a pile of his clothes as he shuffles around his room. You hear the thumb of him dropping his books, the shuffle of his feet, the clutter of him taking off his shoes and the squeak of his mattress as he plops down on it. 

You tuck your knees to your chest and roll your eyes, picking at your leggings as you wonder how long you’ll have to hide before he goes to the bathroom or something so you can leave. It’s fucking stuffy in his closet already, the air hot. Your hand touches the soft fabric beneath you, realizing you’re sitting on one of his hoodies. Its too dark to see which one it is, but you imagine it as your favorite red one. Maybe you’d steal it as compensation for him making you sit and wait in his dumb closet while he probably stared at the ceiling with no thoughts in his dumb brain.

You hear him sigh, loud and dramatic, and then a muffled scream/groan into his pillow. Your lips twitch, he’s such a fucking drama queen. 

Your little smile drops off your face when you hear the sound of his drawer opening.  

Oh god. Oh no. 

Your face feels like there are embers burning under it as you hear the unmistakable sound of clothes being shucked, a zipper and and then flop, and then….a slick wet sound and a sigh of relief. 

Your eyes feel like they are bugging out of your head. Izuku is really about to fuck his fleshlight with you hiding in his closet with him none the wiser. You feel suddenly embarrassed and hot all over, hiding your face in your knees as you hear him let out a moan. A loud one. 

You’re on fire, every part of you. You don’t think you can take this, don’t think you can sit through this and listen to this, think you should just burst out of his closet and use your bravado to somehow flip the situation and make him feel humiliated for getting off in the privacy of his own room, like he’s in the wrong even though you had violated so many boundaries for even being here right now. 

You could do it too, you know. You’re good at twisting things, at powering through the complicated mess of flustered feelings izuku makes you feel and making it his fault, making him back down and cower. You could do it...you’re uncurling your legs and pushing your hands under you in the middle of getting up to do so when- 

“Fuck. ___” Your name. You freeze, for an unholy, goldy second you think you’ve been caught, that he has acquired x-ray vision and has spotted you but no. His voice isn’t surprised or upset its...breathless, airy. He moaned it. 

The first time you hear Izuku moan your name, its with you hiding on the other side of his closet door, your hand clapped over your mouth in shock.

Heat immediately shoots between your legs, your core throbbing unbidden in reflex to the sound, helpless to stop it, to have any other reaction. Your ass plops right back down. You turn slightly towards the door, pressing your side against it, your ear smooshed against the cool wood as you listen, as if drawn under a spell. 

“You’re such…” You hear izuku pant, his voice deeper and more rough then you’ve ever heard it before. “A fucking brat” 

Wet between your legs, seeping through your panties at his words, seemingly ripped out of him. God, he sounds pissed, wrecked. He cursed. You’ve never heard izuku curse before, never, even when you’d pushed him too far. Something really was different about today. 

The slick sounds are more frequent now, steady and...and sounding like real sex you’d heard from porn before. Wet, sloppy, and slapping. Your knees knock together as you lean forward even more. There’s an invisible string pulling, tugging you forward, you want to see…

“Fucking slut” He grunts, and there’s a heavy slap, your breath catching in your fucking throat as you realize that...that must be the clap of his balls hitting the back of his fleshlight everytime he thrusts into it. “Always running your fucking mouth, looking down at me, so mean, you’re so fucking mean to me…uh..” 

The sounds of sex fill the room and you can’t take it anymore, you’re burning, burning, burning, fuck the consequnces. You hesitantly and slowly turn the handle of the closet door, letting it slide open just a crack, enough for you to peek through, to get a glimpse.

His lean muscular back is the first thing you see, he’s facing directly away from his closet, thank god but oh god, that means you see..so much. The flex of his shoulder blades under his tan skin, the smattering of freckles over his shoulder, the long slender slope of his spine as it curves down his broad back, the dimbles at the bottom of his spine, flexing as he fucks his toy. His ass, because of course izuku would have a perfect round bubble butt. There are freckles there too. 

Your eyes skate down, hungry to his large and heavy balls, low hanging and full, currently smacked right up against the base of the little pocket pussy he’s practically straddling on his bed. 

It hits you again than, that deku is imagining that toy is you, he’s imagining fucking you in this position on his bed right now, imagining its your cunt hes pounding into, and your face he’s spitting those filthy words at. 

Your hand is really moving without your permission when it slips under the band of your leggings into your panties, fingers immediately dipping between the slick folds of your pussy, silky and wet. 

“-Wet” Izuku grunts, as you dip a finger just barely inside. “Fuck, i knew you’d be so fucking soft and good inside. Such a bratty girl would have a sweet cunt attached to her, huh?” 

Fuck, where and when did izuku start speaking like this? His soft voice curling around such crude words is making you gush all over your fingers. You wish you could see the kind of face he was making when he said them. 

“Yeah, you like taking my cock don’t you, baby?” He croons and if you close your eyes you can almost imagine he’s speaking directly into your ear, behind you. His thrusts get heavier, rougher, he lifts his leg up on the bed and you see a flash of the little green toy being fucked on his cock, big and angry looking. He’s being so brutal, hammering the thing down on his dick as he hips rut to meet every downward tug. “Milk it. Milk my fucking cock you whore. Wanna- fuck, wanna hear you say my name when you cum, want you to know who’s pouding that little pussy. The loser you fucking hate, yeah? Gonna cum for me?”

Yes, you whimper in your head in answer to him, your fingers curling deep, deep, inside, fucking yourself on them in earnest. He’s so big and you only caught a glimpse, but it was enough. Enough to know he’d fucking cleave you apart if he tried to fit that monster between his legs inside your tight little pussy. But you want it, god you fucking want it. You wanna feel him splitting you open, making you cream around him, making you beg for it. Making you bleed. 

“One of these day” he says, his voice breathless but steady, even as it cracks. You know he’s close. “I’m gonna fucking snap. Im going to make you look me in the fucking eye and apologize for making me want you, and then im going to split that pussy open- fuck, im coming, fuck, fuck, fuck. Do you understand, b-bitch? Gonna fucking make you mine, yeah, take it, take your senpais cock you dirty fucking girl, ah!” 

He slumps forward, hips humping into the toy and balls spasming as he pumps it full of his cum, shuddering deeply with little aborted whimpers. “Good girl, good girl” he pants, trailing off, giving one last little jerk of his hips before stilling. 

You bite your lip so hard you draw blood to stop yourself from whimpering out loud. You pull your sticky fingers out of your cunt and shuffle back into the dark of the closet, curling in on yourself as izuku lays there, panting heavily for a few moments before moving. 

You stay stock still as you hear him get up and shuffle around, his footsteps padding into the bathroom where you hear the door click softly shut. You spring up to your feet and don’t care if you make noise as you dart out of his room and into the hallway, sprinting like a bat out of hell as you make you way to the girls dorms.

You’ll think about how to reevaluate and recoup later. Right now you just really need to get to your bed so you can rut pathetically onto your own fingers and imagine izukus fat dick breaking you open. Never in a million years did you think he had those kinds of feelings for you, and you know it changes the whole game, is a whole other level of playing field where you now know he wants you on a physical level. 

You feel powerless and lie you’re slipping again, don’t know how you’re going to point your finger at him and laugh when you know for every insult you throw his way, is another way hes fucking his toy at night, adding it as another thing to get you back for. If he ever snaps. 

If. you want it to be a when, so bad, not an if. 

You’ll make it a when. You’ll push him off the metaphorical cliff he’s teetering on to make it so. 

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[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

Hey bestie can u make a eren x reader one shot where eren just won’t let the reader move on🙃

thank u anon for this lovely idea

scumbag!eren x crybaby!fem!reader

WARNINGS: dubcon/noncon, past toxic relationship, slut-shaming, possessive behavior, yandere tendencies,

WC: 1.8k

He pins your wrists against the dingy bathroom tiles with an unrelenting grip, and you swear you've never felt more claustrophobic in your life.

The dark-haired boy eyes the glitter on your cheekbones, the neon-colored eyeliner, the rogue on your lips, and the black satin of your mini dress exposing a substantial amount of plush thighs. He's never seen you like this-never allowed you like this before.

You almost feel like uncharted territory but nothing escapes his observant nature. From the tremble of your lips, and the water starting to collect in your lower lash lines, Eren knows this you. Maybe not who you were pretending to be in the strappy heels, low neckline, and the party-girl masquerade you put on in front of your shallow ditzy friends, but he knows who you really are. Vulnerable. Scared of your own shadow.

"E-eren,' You stammer, "Please let me go." You try not to think about the voice cracks, trying to sound as assertive as you could without meeting his eyes. Eren, of course, thinks you look like a baby mouse. Hopeless and trapped.

"Don’t you miss me?" He mummers into the nape of your neck. You have an explosive No prepared in the roof of your mouth, ready to sound out the single syllable, until his hand, adorned with chunky silver rings, covers your mouth, muffling your whimpers. You could taste the metal.

“It’s a rhetorical question.” He’s smirking, green eyes lit up dangerously under the too-white bright lights, “Let me talk okay? I just want you to listen.”

All you’ve ever been doing is letting him walk and talk over you. And then when you finally got the nerve to stand up for yourself-

“I haven’t seen you the past three months” his low voice interrupts your contemplation, “It’s like you’ve been ignoring me.” He finishes flatly, his thin lips stretched into a line. His multitude of ear piercings catches the light, glinting sharply.

It’s too overpowering, his close proximity after going cold turkey. His presence is like a drag of a cigarette after not smoking for months. Hurts your lungs but the remnants of what you used to feel with the sudden rush of nicotine bubbling up again. Because when all is said and done, you’re still deliriously attracted to him. And you hate yourself for it.

You try to focus on the other sensations, sensations that aren’t busy on the feel of his warm breath or his hands holding yours down. You can still hear the song playing from the club.

All my bitches feel like I dodged the county

Fucking with you feel like jail n——-

Yeah, it really did.

Changing tactics, he holds you by your neck instead, giving your aching wrists sweet relief but that relief is nothing compared to the panic of having his beefy hand on your thrumming pulse.

His grasp wasn’t tight. You could breathe, but it was the kind of tight that let you know he would go tighter if you didn’t listen properly. React properly.

“You’re fucking ignoring me again” he’s practically growling the words out, baring all teeth, “I know I’m pretty difficult to tune out, so I would like to know what the fuck you’re thinking about.”

His hand leaves your delicate throat- his knee between your thighs keeps you in place- to roam down the satin of your dress, the fabric clinging to every curve. You hate how scrutinizing his viridian eyes are, feeling a wave of insecurity wash over the previous hot-girl-summer confidence.

He hated how good you looked on the dance floor, laughing with your stupid friends like you had lost all your inhibitions. Hated that you looked so good, everyone could see it. Hated how you didn't notice his eyes boring holes into you. Do you remember the time how you used to be hyper-focused around him? Aware of every movement, aware of every tonal shift?

And now you didn't even look at him.

"Are you thinking of other guys? I saw you grinding on those men like a slut." He presses his body deeper, "Have you fucked any other guys since we broke up? You must have. I know how slutty your pussy is"

You bite down on his hand. Hard.

You're counting on his reflexes, for him to retract his hand and give you an opportunity to run to the door. But Eren has been fighting for years and predicts your maneuver. With a calculated sidestep, Eren lets go of his hand, before promptly slamming you against the bathroom wall again but this time front-first.

Clouds dance in your vision, and you're sure you would have fallen by now if not for him holding you up. Eren uses this newfound position to his advantage by groping your ass, rutting his dick against your backside.

Deciding to be petty, you let the spite-coated venom escape your pretty lips, "Yeah. I fucked so many boys, and they were so much better than y-"

Anger blinded him. Roughly, he turned you around to face him once more, forcing you to look up at the green-eyed monster. He flipped your dress up, nearly ripping it during the process, shoved your lacy panty aside, and plunged his fingers inside. He felt a visceral sense of validation course through him at finding wetness coating his slender fingers to your utter mortification.

"Liar. I know you haven't been fucking anyone else." His smile is all teeth, pearly white and sharp,

You gulp, feeling sweat beading down your neck and arousal pooling at the bottom of your stomach. Damn yourself.

"You don't know that."

He looks almost feral, green eyes in slits and hair all mussed up, falling out of his usual bun. The top few buttons of his black button-up are left unfastened giving you a gracious view of his smooth muscular chest, and the dangling silver cross-chain.

"No, I do. See a little birdie told me all you've been doing the past few months is crying yourself to sleep, and eating frozen meals. This is the first time you've been out since I broke up with you, huh?" Condescension drips with every word.

He thumbs away the tear falling down your cheek with a mocking kindness and adds, "There, there. Don't cry. Good thing I happened to be here tonight, right?"

You're full-blown crying now, too upset to care if you're smudging your make-up. This is the real you. This is how Eren remembers you.

"Awe, my precious little crybaby, don't worry. You came here tonight looking for dick? I'll give it to you. It's okay," He coos, breath tickling the shell of your sensitive ears. Well, every part of you felt sensitive right now.

You're rubbing your eyes, sniffling, "E-exactly. You b-broke up with me, so why are you here? Why can't you just let me be?"

The dark-haired boy sighs, and with an uncharacteristic softness, leans his head down to press his forehead against yours, and intertwines his hand with yours, noses almost touching.

"To be honest, it was just to teach you a lesson." A soft exhale, "I didn't think you'd actually stay broken up with me." He's crushing your fingers now, "Didn't think we'd be broken up with for real."

Your eyes flash with indignation, feeling your body surge with an emotion you couldn't qualify, "I don't care. Yeah, I was sad but god, you were a terrible boyfriend! I'm so much better off without you. All those lonely nights are still better than any night I've ever had with you!"

You're breathless by the time you're done.

"Done with your little monologue?"*

You can feel your shoulders shaking, and you almost want to laugh from the indecorousness of it all. How could he not care? Was this how little you mattered to him?

"I know you're lying because" Without any preamble, he shoves his fingers inside of you again, finding that spongy spot that made your knees weak, eliciting a soft moan from your downturned mouth, "You're wet. And you want me."

"In fact," an edge of excitement colors his voice, "I bet your insides are still molded to fit my dick."

It's hard to talk when one thumb is violently brushing over your clit, and his tongue is forced into your mouth, drowning any whines of protests. You close your eyes, focusing and unfocusing. A hand snakes up your dress to fondle your tits and tease your perky nipples.

It's just one sensation over another, and your sex-deprived body was welcoming all these feelings with open arms. Eren knows your body like it came with an instruction manual and that manual advised him to bite your earlobe, which was especially sensitive. He knew where on your collarbone you liked to be marked, how hard you wanted your nipples pinched, and how you could ride his face with complete abandon.

But right now, he didn't want to pleasure you. He's coaxed enough orgasms out of you throughout your relationship.

He unbuckles his belt and frees his long slender cock, the head a flushed angry red, dribbling with precum. He lines his full-mast cock to your entrance. Fully alert as to what was about to happen, pretty pleas of "no Eren, please don't, no" are falling out of your mouth, wide starlit eyes dotted with pearlescent tears. He kisses the top of your head like the way he always used to.

And then he thrusts himself inside. You give up so easily, he thinks. Do you even realize how you're swinging your hips on your own accord? How you're wrapping your lush legs around his waist to pull him deeper?

His pace is ruthless, making your head bob up and down. Moans and grunts drown out the music from the club. You're begging him to slow down.

"You're mine. Always mine. Always were. Can't fucking believe you really thought-" He doesn't even finish his thought because a violent shudder rips throughout his body.

Your nails are digging into his back, so sharp it could have been clawed. You could feel yourself right on the edge-

The door shakes to reveal a tall young man with slicked-back blond hair with a frat-boy laugh.

"Holy shit! Eren?!"

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckcufkcufkcufckfuckfuckfuckfuc

Shame burns your face. You have no choice but to cover yourself behind Eren's broad frame. You're just hoping to every god he'll go away, and keep this to himself.

Your dark-haired ex-boyfriend turns around to face the blond, "A little busy here, Porco. Shut the door. I'm uh, getting reacquainted with someone."

"Goddamn. Is that ___" You don't even have to look at Porco to recognize how impressed he was.

"Get out Porco." Eren growls.

The door closes with a loud thud.

You're borderline hysterical at this point begging Eren to get out of you, but his grip on your hips is iron-tight.

Outside you hear stunned gasps, but one phrase stands out to your straining ears: "Yeah, I guess they're back together."

Eren kisses the top of your head once more, "After I fuck you, we'll go home together girlfriend."

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* {A/N}: This line "Done with your little monologue?" is inspired by this delicious fic by @hotwings0203.