#thats what the weird mark is on her neck

[waytoobsessed]

//I drew dragon pencil in a red marker on a mini whiteboard (it was the only marker i had on hand—)

[kitoshii]

whos ? subbot ! bunny hybrid ! male ! reader x domtop ! wolf hybrid ! male character | pt 2

lovin ? kinda psuedocest , feminization , breeding , degradation & praise , size kink / size difference , small reader , overstim …

your first meeting.. was a weird one. your moms telling you the two of you are going for dinner and of course this is a surprise - eating out is not a normal occurrence in your family, home cooked meals are much preferred, and you’re especially surprised when she says to dress in something nice. yet, you pick out clothes, something form flattering yet dressy, and the two of you are on your way to the restaurant when she proposes an idea, as if its from the top of her head. “why don’t we invite another to join us?”

youre naturally confused, but you don’t disagree, and reaching the restaurant, you’re greeted at your reserved table by two carnivores, huge ones at that, and your normally floppy ears perk up in interest. the younger one is tall, dark, and handsome and you’re swooning before you’ve even introduced yourself.

yet- you’re still confused. you’re not dumb, you can tell this was all previously planned and so as the night progresses a little more, you ask your mom about what’s going on. the oldest carnivore at the table barks out a little laugh, as does your mother, and the two explain that they’ve been seeing each other, and marriage is on the table.

so the tall, dark, and handsome wolf is going to be your tall, dark, and handsome brother. much less exciting than you’d have wished, although you are naturally happy for your mother. the night ends quite quickly, and the four of you say your goodbyes before parting ways.

your second meeting.. is what he can only describe as insufferable.

he thinks all of this is insanity. he swears under his breath, licking his fangs. his eyes are forced away from you- you, who is crossing your plush legs as you sit on the couch, leaning your weight on the armrest, exposing the side of your neck. a clean, soft surface is all he sees. something on you thats ready to be marked, littered with indents of his teeth and bruises that prove the presence of his lips on your neck- he adjusts himself where he sat, pulling his pants at the thighs to give relief to the problem he finds growing, quite literally, by the second. he’s afraid if he continues staring any longer he might do something he regrets.

he shouldn’t think this way, he knows he shouldn’t, he’s practically just met you, and under the promise of becoming siblings, but it’s not his fault, is it? you’re a pretty bunny boy, soft skin, soft ears, and soft tail on display for him, he’s known he was going to have a hard time since the moment he saw you - and even worse from the moment he smelt you. you’re so defenseless, the shorts that you’re wearing reveal far too much, your fair skin far too tempting, and your innocent eyes far too beautiful. he wants to ruin it all. he want’s to force you to have to put your guard up when he’s around, to rip the shorts off your plush thighs, exposing whats creating the small, compared to his, bulge in them, he wants to mark up your skin until you’re bleeding, nd he wants to strip the innocence from your eyes, forcing you to keep them closed tight as your tears struggle to crawl out.

his breath turns heavier, pants leaving his parted lips as he squeezes his eyes shut, running a hand through his hair - when he’s snapped out of his deep thoughts after your small hand is rested upon his arm and he’s suddenly aware that you’re directly in front of him- but the only thing he can focus on is your silky thighs, the cute bulge in the middle of them, and how much smaller your hand is than his because fuck, he could ruin you so easily it’s driving him insane.

a soft growl escapes from his throat and he notices the way your hand quickly retracts, and he finally tears his gaze away from his eye candy, trailing his eyes up to your face, noticing the way your long, soft ears pin backwards, as if you were a dog. worry is clear in your eyes and he raises an eyebrow, crossing his legs inconspicuously.

“are you feeling alright?” you mumble softly and his mouth opens for a second before its closed again, his fangs catching on his bottom lip. your voice is sweet like honey yet soft like velvet and his ears twitch, moving in obvious attention to you.

he doesn’t answer you, he’s not even sure if he can, choosing to simply nod his head as he stands up, towering over your small frame. he thinks he hears a squeak escape from you and his hard cock twitches in his pants, flitting through every fantasy that involves your mouth.

your third, fourth and fifth can all be considered normal, but your sixth meeting.. is surprisingly his breaking point.

he prides himself on his restraint. his ability to control his emotions, his urges- but the two of you are at your mothers house, and you are, as usual, far too relaxed, and wearing far too little clothing. he sits on a chair outside in the backyard, the shade a willow tree provides and the gentle wind cooling his face - while his lower half burns in desperation.

you’re none the wiser, innocently indulging in boy-ish behavior as you scavenge green grass for anything that may catch your eye, knees bending the blades underneath you. your back is to him - of course it is, he cant seem to catch a break, he mumbles irritatedly, curling his hands into fists from where they sat on the rests of the chair, his piercing eyes fixated on the curve of your ass, the arch of your back, the squish of your thighs, and the way he can perfectly see a prominent imprint of your balls when you bend far enough forward.

for a few moments he thinks you’re doing this on purpose, that you know of his perverted thoughts and are doing this to maybe punish him, but when your soft ears perk up, and you look back at him with sparkling eyes, a grin on your face to tell him that you’ve found, hell, a cool rock? he knows you wouldn’t do that. you couldn’t do that, you’re too dense to even notice the raging hard on in his pants every time you so much as giggle.

the two of you are inside now, still left alone with each other and you decide to join him where he stood in the kitchen, hungry for something. you open the fridge, leaning down to slide the fruit drawer open, bending at the waist and fuck..

“hm?” you ask, perking up, leaning over to peek at him from behind the fridge door. did he say that aloud?

he scans your face a few minutes before striding over to where you stood. your nose twitches in confusion and despite not being scared, your ears pin themselves back, like a dog. you take a step away from the fridge, beginning to close the door behind you before he’s on you, pressing his arm past your head quickly, closing the fridge door with a bang. you jump slightly, staring at him with big, confused, and worried eyes and his cock fucking jumps because -

“do you know that i.. am a predator?” he mumbles, looking down his nose at you with lidded eyes.

theres a flash of fear in your expression and your mouth gapes slightly. “i know.” you squeak after a beat of silence, trembling hands coming to hold onto your shirt at the chest area

“you know?” he repeats, tilting his head lightly, eyes narrowing as you nod, barely noticeable. “you don’t act like you know.”

a sharp breath escapes you and it takes a minute for you to think of an answer, treading lightly.

“how am i supposed.. to act?”

“..be wary of me. act like at any moment i will pounce on you because fuck, i could.” he growls slightly, moving himself so his forearm is propping him up on the fridge and not his hand - making an already close proximity impossibly closer.

“you could?” you repeat, staring up at him with the same big, innocent eyes but now theres something missing - the worry. the fear. “why haven’t you?” it’s a small mumble, almost a nervous stammer, quiet and hesitant but he heard it. of course he heard it, you’re the only thing he is - and has been focusing on for days.

his heavy breaths pick up, and his stare never falters from your face, slowly scanning your features with calculating movements, immediately catching any change, so when a smile creeps on your lips, a little less innocent than your eyes and in a way, teasing, he catches it. immediately. and he pounces.

a desperate, muffled cry escapes from your wet lips, his big fingers pressing against your soft tongue, sometimes slipping so far back they’d tease your uvula, making you choke around his digits. his big, thick cock presses against your flush thigh for just a moment, leaving a trail of precum.

his hand that wasnt occupied in keeping you a little quieter is three fingers into your hole, tapping your prostate so hard your body jerks with every press. he’s skilled with his hands, a cocky grin overtaking his face as his ears twitch with every cute sound from your throat and every sloppy sound from your asshole. you’re tight, too tight, he’s not quite sure his dick will fit passed the tip, but he knows you want it, and god knows he wants it too.

the thought of filling you up, of wrecking your small body and moulding you into a cockwhore for him has been infecting his mind like a virus, and he’d be damned if he stopped for anything but a safe word.

a sob fills his ears and suddenly he realizes you’d came a few seconds ago, your legs trembling and kicking up from overstimulation, sensitive dick pressing into the mattress involuntarily before jerking away.

he coos, quite condescendingly, slipping his wet fingers out of your hole, placing a light tap on your balls.

“was it too much for you, bunny?” he asks, pulling you up so your back was flush with his chest, watching as you nod with a dazed look on your tear filled face.

“yeah?” a mischievous grin that you’re unable to see spreads across his lips and wandering hands snake around you, squeezing your pretty thighs, before grasping your hard cock. his breath hitches as his entire hand envelops your small cock and his own twitches, a groan escaping his throat.

“fuck,” he laughs, watching as your hips attempt to pull away from his hand. “so fuckin small compared to me.” he grins, beginning to fist your cock, twisting his wrist around it. your reaction is immediate, a loud wail echoing through the room, your hands reaching out to clasp around his bigger one in a silent plea for mercy.

with reluctance, he gives it to you, letting you fall forward on to the bed. you sniffle, hiccuping softly before pushing yourself to your knees, arching your back as far as you could with your chest to the bed, presenting your ass to him, your fluffy tail wagging in desperation.

his mouth practically waters, hand finding its way down to his dick, closing it around himself before you reach your hands behind, spreading yourself apart to expose your twitching hole. this was you submitting , giving him full control of your body and the situation, and suddenly his instincts were screaming at him to breed you. to rut into you so much that his cum was spilling out, to imprint himself onto you, and to knock you up. to fuck you so full you had to carry his pups.

his stomach coiled and suddenly he couldn’t think, he couldn’t reason. the only thing clear to him was to breed, breed, breed.

he flips you onto your back, using a generous amount of lube, allowing his cockhead to catch onto your hole. you whimper - he’s bigger than his fingers - much thicker, much longer, and much, much hotter. you barely have time to prepare yourself before he’s grabbing your thighs in his hands, the skin spilling over his fingers at how tight his grip is - and suddenly his cock is fucked into you at full force. he bottoms out first thing and even the sound of your voice is delayed, the air being punched from your chest as your mouth hangs open in a silent scream, before a loud shriek does jump through his ears as he begins rutting into you, as if he were a dog in heat.

overtaken with how tight you are around him, and how small you are compared to him, he presses your knees up, bending you in half, watching his big cock sink into your tight hole, and the sight is almost what tips him over.

“fu-huck,” he moans, his pelvis slapping harshly against your thighs with every sharp, deliberate piston of his hips. “takin’ me so well baby, pretty cunts sucking me in so nicely.”

his deep voice riddled with obvious need and want has your ass squeezing around him, your dick twitching as it slaps against your stomach with every rough thrust.

your noises are punched out of you and then cut off with every thrust, the harshness of them making your brain spin and legs convulse. his hold on you does nothing to hide the shaking of your thighs and body, and it makes him groan in satisfaction, a smug smirk overtaking his face.

your drool and tears slide down your chin, pretty, soaked eyelashes batting quickly as you struggle between keeping your eyes open or letting them roll back. his large frame adjusts on top of you, thrusts never faltering despite his red, burning cock growing closer to release. the new angle allows him to hold your legs flush to your chest with his shoulders, while giving room to hold your clawing hands into place and he smirks, before leaning back slightly - and his entire body jerks forward, mouth falling open, fangs baring to pierce harshly into your neck as his eyes roll back because fuck - the bulge in your soft stomach is proof enough that he’s making room in your gut for his huge cock, because you’re just so fucking small.

you kick and cry at his teeth piercing your skin because it hurts, it hurts, but you’re marked and claimed and now he wont stop. teeth covering the expanse of your neck, cock drilling into your prostate with no sign of stopping anytime soon. all you can do is take it like a whore.

“thas’ it.. good girl, my cock was jus’ made for you, isn’t that right, bunny?” he growls and your hard cock spits out something like cum again at just his words because god, his deep voice, the constant stimulation on your prostate and the dirty talk did something to you.

he’s rutting into you so roughly, goin’ so hard nd deep, and you claw at his shoulders, blunt nails doing no real damage, begging him with wails and sobs to hurry up and cum because your tiny cock is so spent nd your tight hole is gonna be gaping afterwards with the effort of fitting such a large cock into you.

for a moment you think this was a bad idea - you think that he wont stop until you’re passed out, his instincts running his brain too wild, but with a thrust up into your stomach and a press down onto his cock bulge from the outside - with help from a desperate wail and a squeal that escaped your mouth - he’s cumming buckets into your soft stomach with a mumbled, “gonna fuckin breed you bunny,” pumping his hot, sticky load into you, filling you so much it’s leakin’ onto the sheets, his knot pressing painfully against your ass hole, threatening a breach as he ruts up feverishly, growls and titters leaving his throat, canines biting into his lip.

hellooo, im kiyoshi, your writer, nd his is my first fanfiction ! its very self indulgent, nd eng isn’t my first language but if you enjoyed, this is me askin’ you to please reblog nd maybe even follow me to support writers ! we can become great friends ! ^.^

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personally since I want to take a nice bite outta oscar (and you do too)

what about an oscar x gf!reader who just constantly bites him, not hard enough to leave a mark (thats only in bed) but just a little chomp

like he has an arm around her shoulder while talking to Lando and she just turns her head and *chomp*

lord knows i wanna give that man a nice little monch. just a little 🤏🏻 little bit

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chomp | op81

something about oscar unlocked the habit within you. he’s just so… yummy. all the time. so one day you acted on the urge to bite him. you did it gently, just barely sinking your teeth into the skin covering the taunt muscle of his bicep when you were cuddled up together in bed. he liked it; encouraged it even, so you never really looked back.

instead of “pinch me,” he soon adopted the phrase “bite me” in its place. it was just an affectionate thing that you did when your feelings for him became so overwhelming words failed you. it happens more often than not— just looking at him and knowing he’s yours is enough to render you speechless.

his instant enjoyment of your gentle bites had you dismissing the behavior as normal quickly, so it now comes as a surprise to you when other people have a visceral reaction to it.

you never pay much mind to what people say on social media, particularly twitter, but almost every day you’re greeted with the sight of you being caught biting oscar and hundreds of people asking what your problem is. it mostly stemmed from the one time that oscar asked (more like begged) you to leave a mark in the throes of a passion-charged moment that happened the night before qualifying and thus it was clear as day to everyone in the paddock the next morning.

you were usually careful to bite parts of him that were almost always concealed. his thighs, his hips, his shoulders, the junction between his shoulder and neck. but he’d been adamant that you bite his neck and leave a mark, and who were you to tell him no? so the whole world ended up becoming privy to your little habit. but oscar never gave anyone the time of day when asked about it, so it never crossed your mind to stop.

now, lando had been the very first to tease him about that infamous mark on his neck, but he’d never been there to see it happen. until today.

oscar had insisted that you join him while he and lando were waiting to be called in for a race debrief, with the promise that he’d take you out for dinner afterwards. you’re always happy to spend extra time with your boyfriend, of course, so you were more than happy to agree.

except lando has a special talent for boring you out of your mind with extremely technical talk. and he loves to talk. you need something to do in order to not implode from boredom, and oscar’s arm is right there, wrapped around your shoulders, so you turn your head and lightly bite the thin skin of his wrist.

the sudden silence is deafening as lando stops talking in the middle of his sentence.

“i thought that was just a weird rumor. you actually bite him?” lando asks.

“um, yeah,” you reply slowly. “so?”

“got a problem with my girlfriend, mate?” you can feel the muscles of your boyfriend’s arm flexing around you as he tenses up a little.

“nope. no. not at all,” his teammate is quick to respond, hand reaching back to scratch his neck. “carry on. i’ll just act like i’m not here.”

so you do, biting him a little harder as a silent chill out. he just kisses your temple, stifling his laughter.

when it’s finally time for their meeting, you’ve traveled from oscar’s wrist all the way up to the inside of his elbow, grazing your teeth along his skin and inhaling his addictive scent. you’d happily do this for hours, and you pout when he separates himself from you.

as an apology, he leaves you with a parting whisper of, “you’re gonna bite me harder than that tonight, right?” that has your whole body heating up.

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Your Bear Part II

summary: you are found (part I)

Joel Miller x daughter!reader, Tommy Miller x niece!reader

warnings: angst, reunion, violence, infected, happy ending :))

not sure if i like this as much as the first part but i hope yall do. i just want to thank you all for the response to my past few fics (especially your bear). its been unreal. i stopped writing for a while and these were my first ones back so this was an insane response to it! thank you so much for your love and appreciation it really does mean a lot!

also! i tagged basically everybody who left a comment asking for part 2 - sorry if thats annoying idk ive never done a taglist before. thanks for the comments tho :) 

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22 Years Ago...

The world around you screamed for help. People ran around, skin on fire, missing massive chunks.

You wailed as they passed, hands tightened around your ears. You just wanted to find help. You wanted to save Sarah. This wasn’t what you expected.

“D-ad,” You cried, hiccupping, “D-addy!” You missed his touch. You missed his voice and his face. His laugh. You just wanted your daddy.

But which way had you come from?

You stood, idle, in an alley way you didn’t recognize, a man lay a few feet beside you. Blood seeped from his neck, running to kiss the tips of your shoes.

He twitched.

Your breath caught in your throat, the hair on your neck stood high. “D-daddy,” You whimpered, quieter than before, “Please.”

He looked at you now. His face grotesque, the shape of jagged teeth marked his greyish skin. White, stringy tendrils extended out of his mouth as he crawled to you – his legs being left behind as he did.

You screamed when his nails scratched against your shoe. In the panic, your bear fell from your grasp, landing in the bloodbath.

You tried backing up from the monster, but his hand stopped you. His claws captured your ankle.

You didn’t realise you were falling until your back hit the wet ground. You let out a shriek as he trailed up your body. “P-please,” You sobbed, “D-ad! D-addy!”

The creature didn’t even flinch. He opened his jaws further, searching for your small neck, ready to mark you just as he had been.

But a shot sounded off and his weight settled on your petite body.

A strong force tugged him off you, the same force pulling you into their arms. You wailed, fighting against the stranger’s grip.

“It’s okay, sweetgirl, you’re okay,” She told you, rushing you away from the scene, “You’re going to be okay; I promise.”

x

You didn’t know what to make of Jackson. It was nice, you supposed. Weird though. It felt like what you imagined before felt like. Not that you remembered much. You remembered how loud cars were, how the TV remote worked, how to strum a guitar.

You remembered your sisters voice, her hair, how smart she sounded even if you didn’t understand a word.

You wished you remembered your dad. He was a blur to you. Like you had missed a chapter of a book and now a new character had no face. You remembered his laugh though. It was sweet, slow. Like a lullaby. You recalled being held to his chest and feeling the vibrations.

You wished you remembered your dad. 

Sarah had settled in quickly, at least that’s what you thought. She was happy to be around people other than her mom (you tried not to internalise it all that much).

In the week since you arrived Sarah had grown attached to the strangers that took you under their wing. You still weren’t so sure. But when Sarah made grabby hands to the older man and all she got was a dejected smile in response a part of you hurt. You didn’t understand why.

They’d kept their distance or rather he had. Ellie came round every day. She loved Sarah. She loved you, even if, like Joel, you were a little rough around the edges.

But for a reason unbeknownst to you Joel couldn’t be in a room with you for longer than five minutes. You didn’t let it bother you too much. You couldn’t. You didn’t want to make trouble and get the pair of you kicked out or worse separated. 

Ellie had come to you earlier that day, smile wide, cheeks rosy. She had a glint in her eyes, a plan. One you really didn’t want to know about nor be a part of.

Excitedly, she told you about the couple who lived across from her and Joel - his brother. Tommy and Maria and the somewhat new addition of Lily, their little girl. Ellie had told them about you - although missing out some of the major minor details. They agreed to have you over she had said. And despite the age difference between Lily and Sarah the older girl was excited to meet her.

So, there you stood, Sarah shielded from the cold into your chest. You raised your hand awkwardly, knocking a little harder than you expected.

A woman opened the door. She was beautiful, smiley, friendly. You couldn’t tell if that was a façade or not. That made the nerves in your stomach stiffen. “C’mon in, sweetheart,” Maria ushered you inside after she confirmed it was you.

You forced a smile for her, “Nice place.”

Maria nodded, looking around the room proudly, “Thank you.” She urged you to take a seat, letting you know her husband, Tommy, was just dressing Lily.

“So, you’re younger than I thought you would be,” She confessed, “Not to be rude or anything.”

“No, it’s okay,” You cleared your throat, sitting opposite her, Sarah making a home on your lap, “I’m 27.”

“Wow,” She smiled, “And what about her?”

You stroked the top of Sarah’s head, where her hair had slightly begun to grow, “Couple weeks now.”

Maria shifted ever so slightly in her seat, unspoken sympathy in her eyes, “And the father?” You stilled, escaping her gaze you looked towards the coffee table, taking inventory of the odd books they had. “I’m sorry,” She spoke quietly, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“N-no,” You cleared your throat sheepishly, “There isn’t... her dad did what he had to.” You still remembered his screams.

“I’m sorry,” Maria frowned, hands soothing over her jeans, wishing Tommy would appear to aid the situation.

“Don’t be,” You said earnestly, “He got us here, right? One way or another...” Maria wasn’t sure you really meant that. The lost look in your eyes told her what she needed to know. As did your shaking knee. You’d give anything to have him back. She bit her lip, somewhat guessing the rest.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” A males voice cut through the tension, “Wouldn’t stop squirming for the life of me.”

Maria chuckled opening her arms to grab Lily, introducing you as she did. He blanched hearing that name. He near screamed seeing that face - your face but so much different, so much more mature.

Tommy blinked a few times, wondering if his eyes were deceiving him. He whispered your name carefully, as if you were a wild animal, prone for violence.

Maria gave him an odd look, moving Lily over to you and Sarah. “And this is our sweetheart, Lily,” She told you as Lily began fussing relentlessly in her arms, desperate to touch the baby.

“Baby,” She cooed.

“Yeah, that’s right,” You mused, croakily, inching closer to the pair, “This is Sarah, Lily.”

Tommy wanted to throw up. He felt it dancing up his throat, teasing his uncertainty. He felt stuck. He truthfully didn’t know what to do or what to say. Should he straight out ask you? You didn’t seem to recognise him though. Maybe it was a clone? A doppelgänger? Should he run over to Joel’s for safety away from this confusion? 

Joel.

Did Joel know? He had to know. He needed to know.

“Tommy what’s wrong?” Maria called to him. He choked a little, eyes trailing over to the plaque that watched over their new life. The plaque he knew had no place for your name. He knew it. You were here.

Maria followed his gaze, a weird feeling in her chest as she saw her husband so unlike himself. She read Joel’s daughter’s name. Sarah. Was he freaked out because they shared the same name?

She gulped - it wasn’t just the baby whose name was shared but yours too it seemed. You couldn’t be, right? No- You died. Joel was so sure you died and despite all Tommy had told her, all the hope he had for you, she always found herself on Joel’s side. Funny that. Any other situation she would’ve made a point to oppose the eldest Miller.

But now... You were just five. You couldn’t have survived on your own. You wouldn’t have had a life in this world.

But again, hadn’t you said you were 27?

“Go,” She told him, firmly, “Make sure.” Tommy nodded, failing to hide his tears as you watched in confusion and darted out of the room with a sense of urgency that unsettled your stomach.

“Is everything okay?”

Maria’s attention snapped back to you, “Fine... everything’s fine.”

A disconcerting feeling swam under your skin and a sudden resolve to flee hit you. “I- We should probably go,” You mumbled, bringing Sarah to your chest once more.

“Wait, please,” She attempted, “Just wait.”

You shook your head, apologising softly before rushing out of the house. You caught eyes with two men across the road - Joel and Tommy. They stood on his porch, seemingly arguing with each other.

You spotted Ellie watching through the window, a guilty look on her face - what had she done?

The brothers stared at you as you left the home. Their eyes didn’t leave you for a second. Tommy called your name, desperately but when he moved to catch up with you, Joel pulled him back.

He clenched his jaw as you rushed back to your home, out of sight. “She was my niece, Joel,” He scowled, “My fuckin’ family too.”

Joel shook his head, shaking off the shame Tommy was trying to force on him.

“You don’t get to keep this kind of thing from me,” He yelled, “You- You are unbelievable, Joel.”

“Unbelievable?” He mocked, “Is it so unbelievable that I didn’t want to advertise to the whole goddamn town that she was my daughter when, hell, I don’t even know if she really is!”

“Bullshit,” Tommy spat, “You’re not stupid. You knew. Of course, you fucking knew. You knew like how I knew. One look. That’s all it woulda took you. No… you knew. You were just too scared - like always. And that, your selfishness, takes us all down with you.”

“Fuck you,” He grunted, storming back inside.

“Christ,” Tommy mumbled, turning back to his own home. 

You had a baby.

You were here, alive.

x

You steered clear from the group for a little while afterwards. The whole situation made you heart clench. It felt like a game that you didn’t know the rules of, but they did. All of them did and they were careful not to reveal anything. But you wanted to know - you needed to.

You knew it involved Joel or at least you felt like it had to. The way he looked at you when you first met. The way he spoke. The way he shook. It had to be him. He had to be the answer.

You gave up on your attempts to avoid them when you came to that realisation.

The same realisation that brought you here, at his front door in the middle of the night. You shyly knocked a few times - no response. You repeated the action with a little more force, a little too much. The door creaked open on the contact, but no one came to greet you.

You sucked in a harsh breath as you debated entering. The door was open right? Fair game? Silently you forced yourself to step inside.

Their home was dark - one lamp lighting a whole room. You frowned looking over to it. Someone had to be here, right? Where else would they be so late?

And then you saw him. Joel. The contradictory man. He was asleep. His body was sprawled all over the couch, an empty bottle of God knows what lay beside him as did what looked like... a bear?

Shakily, you took a step forward, his name dying in your throat as you saw the bear in a better light.

It was... yours.

Why would Joel have your bear? The bear that when you were a child was essentially an extension of you. The bear that chased away all the bad dreams. The bear that your dad had gotten you - your dad.

You gulped - the bear you hadn’t seen since the night you lost everything. Since the night you almost lost your life.

Joel shifted in his sleep, pulling the bear close to his chest, careful of its head as if it was a baby. Your eyes burned. A gasp escaped your lips. You could read the chapter now. You can see that character’s face - your fathers face.

Different but the same.

“D-dad,” You whispered before you could stop yourself and backed away.

Your back met the door, slamming it shut. The man jolted awake, alarmed eyes frantically searching the room before landing on you. They grew small, weaker, like he wasn’t all the way there.

Joel watched you closely, taking note of your falling tears, he spoke your name. You choked on a sob, hand clasping over your mouth. “Baby,” He shot up before he had a moment to think and approached you.

You didn’t flinch away, like he expected. You didn’t stop crying either. You studied him now. The wrinkles. The scars. The grey hairs. The same look in his eyes.

“How long have you known?”

He flinched at that. Your voice so familiar, so broken. “Since we met,” He didn’t have to try too hard to understand what you were getting at. He felt shameful, though. This shouldn’t have been the way, right? This felt too casual, too unknown.

You wanted to ask more, yell at him. Beg him to tell you why it wasn’t the first thing that he told you. But you didn’t. Instead you put one foot in front of the other, until you were mere inches from him. “Dad,” You shuddered.

He hadn’t realised how much he missed being called that, how much he missed being your dad.

“Babygirl,” He took your face in his hands, “My baby grown up.” He watched you closely, tears welling up, “I’m so sorry, babygirl. I’m sorry.”

You shook your head, slamming yourself into his chest, “It’s okay. I’m okay.”

“Oh, baby,” Joel wrapped his arms around you, hand cradling the back of your head.

“With me, babygirl,” He smiled for moment before letting it fall, “Don’t go away again, babygirl, never go away again.”

You smiled into his chest, whimpering softly, “I won’t, dad, I promise.” 

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[lizsos]

Hii. I know this is a weird request but could you do a non g!p Bada smut where Bada is a gynecologist and she fingers you with her rubber gloves on 🙈💋 and with her nurse outfit on 🫣

Hi anon! Thank you for your request <33

The Problem

▪︎warning : fingering , pet names , praise ,

▪︎Genre: smut

▪︎gynecologist : A gynecologist is a doctor who specializes in female reproductive health. They diagnose and treat issues related to the female reproductive tract.

If you were being honest , you always didn't have the satisfaction of finishing . Either if it was masturbation or sex in general. You tried hooking up with alot of people girl or boy and you had a lot of partners but it didn't change a thing .

So you thought the problem was you , you decided to go to a gynecologist to see whats wrong .

You were waiting for your turn in hall , as time passes the nurse comes out " miss y/n? " she said " ah , yes thats me " you said lifting up your hand .

"Please come in , its your turn" . You got up from your seat and went inside the room .

"Hello miss y/n , I'm Doctor Bada" you were completely caught off guard . SHE?! Was your doctor, if you didn't know she was your doctor you would've thought she wasa model or a celebrity, with her height, hair, face and body . Everything about her screamed famous.

But it was no time for you to fantasies about your doctor . "Nice to meet doctor" you said with a smile. She smiles in respond "shall we begin?" .

You sat in the bed and began to tell her whats wrong . "Hmm... did you ever use toys?" The question kind of embarrassed you , but you were here to see whats wrong so had to answer her . "No" you said shortly with a light blush in your cheeks .

Bada smirked , "miss y/n would you allow me to do something?". Seeing the look on her made you blush . "Of course" .

She comes closer to you , allowing herself to kiss softly down your neck . "Im guessing that your so called 'partners' didn't give you the right attention you deserve yeah?"

You whimper , thighs clenching , it was a wired feeling but you chruged it off . She sits on the bed and lifts you into her lap .

"Gonna make you feel so much better yeah?"

You breath out a moaning when she gently pries open your legs open . She opens the drawer next to her and takes out some rubber gloves and wears them . She begins rubbing lightly over your clit through your dampening panties . "Look at that already wet for me? Do you get this wet for your boyfriends to?" She says leaving small marks on your skin in the wake of her kisses .

She took her time to slide off your panties, middle finger swirling in your wetness making you whine .

"Patience, I'm getting to it ." When she began touching you , you felt something you've never felt before , something strong . "But I suppose that's a good sign right?" Bada asked you " y-yeah" .

"P-please h-hurry up " your hips automatically thrust into her hands desperate for something you don't know . Letting out a little mewl when she finally prods at your entrance . "Haah" your lips part in a moan when she buries two of her fingers into you , immediately curling them up to hit that spot you needed them to most .

"Faster" you moan loudly, back arching against her in a cry when she complies . Her thrusts becoming mean and hard as the rubber gloves are threatening to tear . Your hands grip at her board shoulders , mouth falling open in silent screams as her pace quickens even more .

Your stomach making you feel things you've never felt before , you felt it tighten . Your eyes rolled back , the sweet feeling in your inside gaining intensity as it shot up to your brain , your head getting fuzzy as you shook against her . The world around you going blank with the curl of your toes .

"F-fuckkk" you cry out as high pitched babble , tears welling in your eyes as you neared to realese . Bada holding you tight against her when your legs to involuntarily shut .

"Nope , girls like you gotta take it baby , you know you need to fucking take it " her whisper was so deep and husky , breath fanning over your ear as her thumb began to rub at your clit . "That's it my good girl"

Your noises only got louder as your legs trembled " fuck doctor, ahhh. 'M feeling strange" you let out a drawn cry as you cum .

A long clear stream sparying messily in front of you as she pulled away from your sopping hole . Using her palm to messily rub your clit as you continue to drench her thighs . "There you go... so fucking messy" she groans , turning your head to kiss you deeply as you shivered one last time , giving in to her lips against yours .

"I think your problem is solved" she said chuckling a bit as she took of her gloves and throwed them into the trash . You laughed along her as the two of you felt a connection and shared one last kiss .

[lili863]

Do you think you can do one where reader is really shy (not innocent) but starting to exploring herself to the point she asks Ominis if he could teach her how to self-touch as she feels weird not having a proper structure to learn... to the point Omnis begin and keeps on teasing reader while seducing her to touch him and their supposed 'one-side lesson' soon turn into loss of virginity where Ominis let his dark side takes control of him while making love to MC both gentle and dominant at the same time?

Touch me

Ominis x MC

🔞 NSFW! Minors DNI

Ominis Gaunt x Reader, extreme smut, MDNI, NSFW

AN: Yall this was based off a request I got wayyy too into it. This poor anonymous persn sent this request ages ago and I hope if they are still active that they get to read it. I have beeen superr busy so havnt been active for a while but hopefully yall enjoy much love!

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It all started after 7th year of howarts. You were finally in the last stretch of your academic career with big dreams, high hopes and a fresh start in the world of magic after living your whole life with the muggles. After successfully defeating Rankrok and his followers, you found yourself with free time you'd never had before—not that you were complaining.

Yet it was Ominis Gaunt who took up most of your newly available hours. He wasn't like anyone else you'd met before. A true gentleman, he defied your expectations for how young men typically behaved. He'd been your rock, guiding you through the maze of challenges that filled your fifth year at Hogwarts.

Being with Ominis felt honest and effortless. He could be a worrybody sometimes, but you would be lying if you said you hadn't come to rely on it, it was endearing if anything. And now that the whirlwind of secret missions and dangerous adventures had subsided, you started noticing little things about him you'd overlooked before.

And today was no exception. As you watched Ominis alight from his carriage just beyond the castle grounds, your breath caught. "Ominis!"

His head whipped around at the sound of his name, a warm smile lighting up his face. Abandoning your bags, you sprinted towards him, your heart pounding in time with your footsteps. As if expecting the enthusiasm in your dash, Ominis opened his arms wide. You hurled yourself into them, confirming, once again, how right everything felt when he was around.

With an "Oof!" the tall Slytherin absorbed the force of your hug, your arms locking around his neck.

"MC," he breathed your name, hugging you back tightly. An involuntary sigh of contentment escaped his lips as he felt the comforting contours of your body meld against his.

"God, I've missed you. This summer felt like an eternity."

"It did," he agreed softly.

You pulled back before gently cradling his face, examining his features, oblivious to his hands lingering on your waist. As you studied his cloudy eyes, pronounced jawline, and distinct beauty marks, surprise flickered through your eyes.

He had changed, grown. The boyish softness from last year had given way to a more defined, mature appearance, leaving you momentarily taken aback by the transformation.

"Wow.." You softly chuckled."You look different. In a good way, of course. "

His gaze lowered, emitting the comforting warmth you craved every time you looked into those intriguing eyes before a small smirk made its way to his face.

"I suppose you haven't changed one bit, still standing on the tips of your toes"? He quipped, a teasing note coloring his words.

Your smile dropped, and you had to look down momentarily, embarrassed that you were indeed doing exactly that.

You quickly set your heels to the ground, causing his fingers to brush against your curves tightening ever so slightly.

"Excuse me?! For the record, I'm still growing. My healer insists that a growth spurt is right around the corner—'

"And perhaps you'll gain a hard-earned inch. I wouldnt worry darling, thats what the accio charm is for"

Your hands flew to his collars as you tugged him towards your face.

"Accio isn't the only charm I've got up my sleeve, Gaunt"

Ominis looked caught off gaurd for moment, feeling the warmth of your face and breath.

"In fact, I've been meaning to show you all the other spells I've learned. Only if you care to finally join me at Crossed Wands"

Raising an eyebrow, the slytherin huffed a laugh, "I've got better things to do than go to a children's club?"

"Afraid of a little public humiliation?"

You watched as his hands rose to meet yours, clasped firmly around his collar. With a swift motion, he unlatched your grip.

"I'm sparing you the public embarrassment of defeat dear". Your face flushed a deep red when he gently turned your hands over, his lips planting a searing kiss on the palm.

"No need to remind you of our last game, do I"? his low voice vibrated in the little bubble you two were stuck in, unaware of the looks other people were giving you two. You caught your breath, the softness of his lips lingering on your skin

His words triggered memories of your past dueling defeat. A defeat you'd hoped he'd let slide, especially after you'd arrogantly challenged him again. So much for thinking the 'blind kid' wasn't a threat. In truth, he could've been an excellent Auror if he'd wanted to.

""I—it was just one time, Ominis," you stammered, your words mirroring the erratic beat of your heart. As the amusement on his face faded, he smiled his hand sliding past yours, "I'm just teasing"

The air between you thickened as he gently pulled you closer, his hands thumbs circling the curve of your waist. Your cheeks blushed fiercely under his gaze. "I've missed you, MC," he whispered, his voice deep and laden with an intimate huskiness.

Caught off guard, you stayed slient. "The summer was a nightmare at my parents' house," he continued, "but thoughts of you were my escape, my quiet refuge."

You gulped not recognizing this kind of intensity in his eyes, almost as if they could suck you in and trap you in them for eternity.

"...Ominis-"

"Are you two about to kiss"? Both of you jumped at the intruding voice of your firend.

Ominis sighed, now turning to the voice of his firend.

Sebastian flinched playfully. "Oops, should I come back later?" His teasing had you huffing a laugh, a welcomed break from the tension. You licked your lips nervously, watching the two with a small, nervous smile, secretly grateful that Ominis couldn't see the flush on your face.

But the moment's intensity was far from forgotten. That night, as you lay in bed, the scenes with Ominis replayed in your mind, each one leaving you more restless than the last. Your thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions, each memory with your best friend intensifying your inner turmoil.

Ominis had filled out, a lot more than you expected. His physique had blossomed, revealing a strikingly defined muscle tone that commanded attention. It was impossible to overlook the way his biceps seemed to strain against the fabric of his pristine white shirt. Though not bulky, the undeniable truth was that he no longer resembled a slender, lithe boy – his presence now exuded a captivating aura of strength and maturity.

You caught your breath, an instinctive reaction as your thighs rubbed together subtly. The lingering sensation of his arms wrapped around you remained, an imprint of solid muscle and strength. And those fingers—Merlin, those fingers. Their ethereal paleness was etched with a web of green veins, elevating their beauty. Always impeccably manicured, they were long enough to make even the largest textbooks look small when held in his grasp

An irresistible curiosity welled within you, envisioning the sight of those digits gliding across your bare skin. Imagining their journey from your chest, down to your stomach, and delicately tracing the contours of your hip. As desire consumed you, your chest heaved with anticipation. You moistened your parched lips, feeling a bead of sweat forming on your flushed skin. And then, finally, his fingers would trace over the delicate mound of flesh and delve right to your-

"Ahh-"!

Instantly, your hands flew to cover your mouth in shock at the noise that just flew out of your lips.

Suddenly, you found yourself in the midst of soemthing very intimate with your hands stuffed down your panties hovering over your aching core.

With quiet pants, you stayed still listening for any shifts from the other girls across the room. Fortunately, only silence ensued as you tried to swallow down your humiliation before slowly resuming, feeling the folds in between your fingers.

With a nervous heart, you began to rub your folds in a clockwise motion. A small flicker of something awakened in the pit of your stomach, causing you to gasp at the unfamiliar sensation. Your heart raced as you continued your ministrations.

However, as quickly as the feeling came, it soon subsided, leaving you perplexed as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Without hesitation, you switched to a faster state.

Nothing.

Soon, you began swiping, dragging, and pinching before you finally gave up in frustration.

Nothing. You felt nothing.

Were you doing something wrong? You weren't entirely naive. You had heard other girls talking about touching themselves down there, and they all claimed it was a euphoric sensation like no other.

Maybe this was a mistake..

What were you thinking? Touching yourself to the thought of your best friend.

Your arm swung over to cover your eyes in embarrassment, followed by disappointment. Perhaps it was best to just go to sleep now...

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A week passed, and you held onto the hope that the strange feelings you had for him would fade. But fate had other plans.

Professor Hecat's class was always rowdy. Flying spells were common, and both you and Ominis were accustomed to them. But today, Leander Prewitt and his cronies chose to act up.

Seated beside Ominis, your jaws clenched as Prewitt initiated a verbal confrontation, belittling Ominis and doubting his dueling abilities. Sebastian retaliated swiftly, but an inexplicable surge of rage coursed through your veins in response to Prewitt's petty taunts at Ominis, and you promptly decided Leander was going to learn today.

Just as you began to rise from your chair, Ominis seemed to read your intentions. With a sudden, commanding grip, he seized your thigh, pulling you back into your seat with a force you couldn't ignore.

Your eyes widened, muscles tensing under the sensation of his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thigh. Your gaze met his for a fleeting moment before drifting down to where his grip tightened, locking you in place.

"I've got this, MC. Save your energy," he murmured, his voice low but clear. His words weren’t a boast, but a quiet assurance.

Rising gracefully, Ominis shed his robe with a fluid motion, placing it neatly aside. He then proceeded to loosen his tie, the emerald fabric slipping through his fingers with practiced ease. Rolling up his sleeves,

You watched mesmerized at the sight that unfolded before you, captivated by the visual of his forearms, adorned with prominent veins that seemed to pulsate with intensity, emanating an aura of restrained power.

Clenching your thighs, you swallowed hard, forcing yourself to look away.

"Care to duel, Prewitt?" Ominis asked, a hint of malice lacing his voice. "You seem to have plenty of time to spew nonsense."

Ominis would never waste the time of his day on someone like leander. But here he was, standing before you with a look in eyes that had your stomach doing flips.

Prewitt snorted, exuding arrogance. "Don't go crying to Black when I best you, Gaunt."

The entire class excitey swarmed past you more than intrigued to see this fight. And eventually, even you couldn't help it.

The duel was a spectacle. Ominis dominated the arena. You knew he was powerful, but seeing him dismantle Prewitt—a seventh-year known for his formidable dueling skills—left you a little breathless. The calculated dodges, the crackling spells—each move he made sent a thrilling pulse through you, stirring something you hadn't felt before

You'd never openly admit it, but ever since that duel, only thoughts of Ominis managed to ignite even the faintest sparks of pleasure within you. Everything else left you feeling disconcertingly numb, as if disconnected from your own sensations.

You'd imagined his fingers tracing patterns on your skin, the timbre of his voice urging you toward the edge, the warmth of his lips promising release. And yet, frustratingly, that elusive climax remained just out of reach.

The experience was as maddening as it was mortifying—each moment teetering on the cusp, only for the feeling to dissipate into nothingness.

Days later, you saw him leave class, chatting amicably with Sebastian, a playful smile gracing his gorgeous lips. As you leaned against the hallway wall, you found yourself at an emotional crossroads, wrestling with whether or not to take the next step.

The young Gaunt walking beside Sebastian slowed in his steps, letting Sebastian walk ahead with Garreth when he suddenly sensed your unmistakable magical presence.

His head turned your way as you stood up straighter, caught off gaurd.

Before you were able to think, Ominis called out your name.

"MC"?

You sucked in a breath before forcibly smiling, not that he could see.

"Hey....can we talk for a second..."?

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You sat nervously in your room of requirement after sending Deek off for the night. You were expecting Ominis to walk down those stairs into the room any moment now.

Today, when he beckoned you over, you couldn't resist inviting him to meet you tonight—despite your internal protests. Restlessness had overtaken you, and if there was anyone who wouldn't judge your upcoming request, it was Ominis. As you pondered your own audacity in calling him here, a tight knot formed in your heart at the mere thought, causing a flood of second thoughts to assail your mind.

But just as they threatened to spiral out of control, a surge of panic gripped your gaze, capturing sight of Ominis descending the staircase.

Shit. Your shaky hands now fell to your sides as you stood from the couch to acknowledge his presence as normally as you could.

"Good evening Ominis".

The moment your voice reached his ears, a soft smile played on Ominis's lips. "Evening, darling,"

You tried to ignore the way his smooth tone cut through the quiet air of the room.

As Ominis strolled towards the couch, your gaze inevitably followed him. His shirt, a few buttons undone, subtly revealed his well-defined chest, adorned with a smattering of black beauty marks.

Strands of hair that were usually slicked back had fallen forward, adding a touch of casual charisma to his look. With one hand nonchalantly tucked in his pocket and the other holding his wand, he moved with a confidence that was both understated and captivating.

'Had he always been this striking?' you wondered.

He gracefully took a seat on the couch next to where you stood. Heart pounding, you took a seat beside him and offered the tea you'd meticulously prepared earlier.

The room was thick with silence for a few beats before Ominis finally spoke, cutting through the tension.

"So," he started, a hint of playfulness in his tone, "caught a cold, have you?"

"What?"

"You sound as if you're speaking from the other end of the room," he observed with a slight, teasing tilt of his head.

In that moment, you became acutely aware of your own timidity, practically recoiling from him, from where he sat. Your tongue flicked nervously over dry lips, a gesture you had repeated countless times throughout the day.

"Oh..."Before a single word escaped your lips, his keen intuition sensed that something was amiss.

"MC, is there something wrong?"

You shook your head, perhaps too vigorously, "No, not at all! I didn't call you here for anything bad," you assured him, lowering your voice on the last part.

You notice his eyebrow tense with a slight scrunch "Well with that tone you're not exactly putting my concerns to rest," he noted, patting the cushion next to him. "Come here; I'm not going to yell across the room to talk to you."

A moment went by before a soft chuckle escaped you as you inched closer to Ominis. "The couch isn't exactly spacious," you remarked, but the playful tone in your voice dwindled to a hush when his fingers delicately found yours. With a gentle tug, he erased the scant distance left between you.

Your breath caught in your throat, the heat of his body radiating against yours in a comforting yet unsettling way.

"Alright, whats on your mind"?

You bit your lip, a nervous habit that not even the daunting OWL exams had provoked. 'I'm... it's hard to find the right words.' You hesitated, feeling the weight of your own vulnerability. 'This is...embarrassing, something I've never had to voice before. Yet, with you, it feels different. It feels safe" The sincerity in your voice was as clear as the mixed emotions that danced in your eyes

Ominis listened intently, his features softening.

"The thing is I have been struggling with something that I didn't quite expect to struggle with, actually even you would be surprised if you knew"

"Perhaphs, as long as I get it hear it" The small smile his face did no such thing to help the nervous one diminish on yours.

“In fact, it’s almost laughable when I think about it. No other girl seems to be troubled by it. In fact, I might be the sole person in this entire school befuddled by something so trivial. It’s ironic, considering all of the feats I’ve accomplished with far less trouble—”

“MC.”

You halted abruptly, feeling his hands gently squeezing yours.

“What is it” Ominis pointed out softly.

Swallowing hard, you murmured almost inaudibly, "Could you... help me find... pleasure?"

Silence lingered for a moment, each second intensifying your unease.

It was as if time itself paused when you noticed the subtle change in his demeanor. His breath hitched, momentarily caught in his throat, as his eyes widened ever so slightly. The usual confidence in his gaze gave way to a flicker of surprise, or perhaps realization. "Oh..." he uttered softly, the word barely more than a whisper, yet it resonated with unspoken understanding.

Upon hearing Ominis's reply, your heart sank. In a rush of emotion, you stood up abruptly, mumbling apologies as you prepared to retreat. Your eyes, unable to meet his intense gaze, shifted downwards, while internal doubts echoed that perhaps this was all a mistake.

Just as you were about to suggest ending the evening, a gasp slipped from your lips. Ominis, his grip still firm on your hand, drew you back with a swift pull, causing you to tumble unexpectedly into his lap. Your heart pounded wildly as you looked up at him, your eyes wide with surprise. "Don’t go," he whispered softly, his voice soothing yet firm, his hands securing you at your waist as if fearing you might flee.

"I don’t want to make you uncomfortable," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.

He shook his head gently, his hand cupping your face. "Trust me, you aren’t," he reassured, his thumb softly tracing your cheek. His fingers tenderly explored your face, a faint smile playing on his lips. "It’s been so long since you let me touch you," he murmured, his voice tinged with a mix of nostalgia and relief.

Your stomach fluttered, acknowledging the truth in his words. You had been avoiding him, distancing yourself in a futile attempt to evade the complexity of your feelings.

"Is this why you’ve been so distant these past few weeks?" he inquired, his tone laced with curiosity.

"You noticed?" you replied, a hint of surprise in your voice.

Ominis would have been a fool not to. Despite his attempts to feign indifference, the absence of your presence, the lack of even a fleeting conversation each day, weighed heavily on him. The way you would hastily exit a room upon his arrival haunted his nights.

He had always harbored a silent obsession with you, yet he considered himself too cowardly to confess it. After all, you were perfection personified in his eyes—the savior of Hogwarts, his savior. He had thought your kindness in befriending him, a blind student, was the pinnacle of your generosity.

But now, he realized he might have underestimated the depths of your caring nature.

"I have" He answered.

"Oh, was I that obvious"? You tried to hide your embarrassment but it was all out in the open now.

Leaning closer, he whispered teasingly, "Quite so. Can I assume that I am to blame for this delightful situation?"

Your nervous laughter filled the room. "Delightful isn’t the word I’d use for the sleepless nights you’ve given me," you confessed, immediately wondering if you had revealed too much.

His smirk grew slowly, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Sleepless nights, you say? How troubling. I wasn’t aware I had such an effect.'"

But of course, he knew. His courtship had been subtle yet deliberate: anonymous bouquets, offers to help with your studies, each a breadcrumb leading you unknowingly back to him. He noticed the other suitors too, drawn like moths to your flame, each trying to surpass the others with their affectionate gestures

Realizing this, Ominis's tactics shifted. He was no longer just a smitten boy; he became a calculated seducer. His methods were more than just charms and touch; they were whispered promises, the intentional caress of his fingers against your cheek, and his hand's firm yet reassuring grip at precisely the right moments.

He had never seen himself as that kind of man until he felt you envelop yourself in every sense he ever had.

It was torturous to be able to smell you, hear you, or even touch but just never enough to satiate his growing obsession with you. At one point he even considered secretly wedding you under his name just so he could have you without question.

You had sensed a hesitance from him, perhaps because of the gentleman he was. So gathering the remaining bits of your courage you slowly shifted, draping your legs across his lap, pressing your back against his solid chest. A flush of heat rose to your cheeks, and your heart thundered in your chest as you leaned into his embrace.

Ominis's breath hitched as he felt your weight settle against him, the faint scent of you enveloping him. For a moment, he was motionless, as if caught in a dream. Then, instinctively, his hands found their way to your hips, anchoring you.

Your voice, barely above a whisper, broke the charged silence. "What are you waiting for, then?"

"Touch me"

His world seemed to shift at your request, opening a door to a path he never imagined traversing. Heart hammering against his chest, Ominis drew you closer, his breath a soft murmur in your ear. "With the utmost pleasure".

As you nervously bit your lip, Ominis's fingers had already begun to glide toward the hem of your dress, delicately folding it back to reveal your lower half.

His fingers danced cautiously across your abdomen, "Use my hands, he whispered softly, "show me how you touch yourself."

The words were complete filth, but how he made it sound so angelic was beyond your comprehension.

Aligning your shaky fingers on top of his, you guided his pretty hands that you daydreamed about so much right down to your core already aching in anticipation.

Ominis suppressed a noise and nearly cursed out loud at the feeling of the warmth of your clothed cunt that bled through to his fingers.

The soft fleshy feeling had his cock twitching in his trousers already beginning to harden.

He began to rub you hearing the shaky breaths leave your mouth. A smirk slowly etched on his face as he realized how sexually innocent you were. He barely started and you already were writhing at his touches

"Lift your hips for me"

Your eyes that closed shut snapped open at the gentle command.

As you turned slightly to look at him, he mirrored your movement, his lips brushing against your cheek intimately. "Trust me..." he murmured. Your eyes fluttered at the fuzzy feelings that engulfed you.

Using your hands, you pushed against his thigh lifting your hips. Ominis smiled faintly pleased at how well you listened before feeling for your soft lacy undergarments and hooking his fingers under the hem. It all bit took him a few seconds as he delicately peeled the thin material down your legs.

Discreetly, he slipped the tiny undergarment into his pocket and then lightly tapped your hips, a silent cue for you to sit back down.

You hadn't bothered with a bra, assuming it was unnecessary since Ominis couldn't see. Yet, sitting bare in your thin, flimsy nightgown, you felt starkly exposed.

His other hand slid around your waist, adjusting as he leaned back against the couch, seeking a more comfortable position. In response, you unconsciously shifted, spreading your legs wider. The movement caused your nightgown to gather up, its fabric bunching around your hip.

Red crept up your cheeks and you prayed Deek didn't leave anything behind after he left because you were completely exposed at this point.

"You feel so warm." Ominis slid his fingers through your folds, exploring every crevice of you shamelessly as you gasped and flinched.

"It..ng- it feels a little strange. I've never felt like this before".

The young Slytherin caressed your bare thighs, addicted to the smoothness of it "Perhpahs we can fix that"

Ominis glided his digits up your folds feeling a delicate arch, before uncovering your clit. With a smirk he applied firm pressure on the nub causing you to gasp, tensing in his lap.

"W-what was ..that" You whispered breathlessly.

"There we go… feels good doesn't it"?

You could barely respond to his question as he began circling the nub rhythmically.

Ominis smileding feeling your body wrack from the hard breaths you were giving. He didn't expect you to be this inexperienced.

"Darling..give me your hand"

You obeyed with a whimpers before feeling his damp fingers take in yours. Taking them to your clit, he encorugae you as you curiusly circled it, flicnhing at the waves of electricty shotting through at very momvemnt. Ominis chuckled quietly, turned on by the reactions you were feeding him.

"This..is so strange" You spoke. New was the word, but to explore such a vulneraable moment with someone like him, it felt..embarressing. Almost as if you should know this by now.

Ominis took a breath, before taking over. "No. Not strange. It's natural".

You bit your lips. fighting not to close your legs at the way he was touching you "Is it natural to get this..wet"?

"Well if I do this correctly" he began "Pretty soon you'll be soaking" His sultry voice shot straight to your pussy causing to you clench.

"I feel..hot ughn-"! Another wave of pleasure washes over you as he works his magic, teasing and swiping you repeatedly.

This is… too much," you whimpered, overwhelmed by the intensity.

Ominis grunted feeling you bounce slightly over his strained cock. Without a second thought his other hand grabbed the straps of your slik nightgown, sliding it off your shoulders and doing the same with the other. You were clouded in a haze far too high to notice as he continued assaulting your clit. The room soon began to be filled with the sounds of squelches.

The gown slid off, exposing you entirely. Ominins traced his fingers down your collarbone relishing the warm smooth skin before feeling your the flesh of you plump breasts.

With a quiet groan he cupped you, his thump circling your nub and swiping over them, causing them to perk up.

You whined arching your back pushing all your weight on his cock.

"Fuck MC, you're driving me crazy".

As his ring finger delicately circled your entrance, a sharp intake of breath escaped you.

"O-Ominis! Please, ugh—!" your plea broke through the thick air.

"Come on, love, you can take it," he coaxed, his voice a mix of encouragement and desire.

"No! I can't!" Your voice escalated, edging towards a cry as a wave of intense sensations began to coil deep in your belly.

To Ominis, you were a vision of breathtaking beauty in this state of abandonment. The sounds you made were so intensely arousing that it took all his self-control to focus on your pleasure first, rather than his own.

Your hips involuntarily began to buck against him, seeking friction against the growing bulge in his pants. The young Slytherin grunted, using his free arm to steady you while his fingers worked relentlessly, intensifying the pleasure.

As his fingers rhythmically flicked your clit, his command broke through your haze. "Face me."

The simple instruction barely penetrated your overwhelmed senses, but you managed to obey, turning to face him.

"Lean forward… and kiss me," he whispered, his voice laced with a mix of longing and hesitation.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Ominis was seized by a sudden fear that he had asked for too much.

But before he could retract his words, you silenced his doubts. Your lips crashed onto his with an urgency that left no room for second-guessing. Your hand found its way to his hair, gripping and pulling with a desperation that matched the intensity of your kiss.

The two of you shared each others breaths, as he groaned into the kiss, pressing himself closer to you. Not even a moment passed by before he suck his tingue to swipe over your bottom lips before intruding your mouth. Both of you groaned at the taste of each other, rocking and bucking your hips.

Had it not been for the single thread of sanity his mind was desperately clinging on to, he would have completely forgotten that you were a virgin and plunge his cock into you as deep as he could go.

However, nothing fed his ego quite like this. Nothing in his years of living could compare besides you spreading on his lap and letting him defile you like this. And he would be damned if he would let another man try now.

Quickly you grabbed his other arm and shoved it to your perked nipples beggin for some atention.

Breaking the kiss in desperation, you gasped, "T-touch me here…"

His touch in response became rougher, rolling your nipples between his fingers, as you gushed onto his digits.

"You're making a mess, sweetheart," he murmured against you, his hips subtly rolling to meet yours.

You could feel the smug smirk of his lips against yours. Licking your swollen lips, you tasted him again, your senses torn between the overwhelming touches and his intoxicating flavor. "Its all your fault" you managed to say between ragged breaths

"My trousers are soaked, and yet it's my fault?" he teased knowing damn well you were right. In response to your attitude, his fingers tightened around your plump flesh, nearly drooling at the thought of taking them into his mouth.

Frustration mingled with your desire as you retorted, "Yeah? Well, why don't you do something about it, then?"

Ominis briefly stopped his minitrations taking in your words.

You panted eyes darting back and forth between his.

"I will."

In an impulsive motion, Ominis drew back and slid his hands beneath each of your legs. With an effortless strength, he lifted you, responding to the unspoken urgency between you. Simultaneously, the Room of Requirement seemed to attune itself to the escalating intensity, morphing subtly to accommodate the unfolding desires

Looking ahead, the room suddenly turned pitch black.The once-lit fireplace, which had filled the room with a comforting orange glow, was now extinguished, plunging everything into the deep dark, you saw a stunning vision materialize

Floating candles flickered to life, encircling a bed draped in rich black satin sheets. Their light cast an ethereal glow, creating an island of illumination in the otherwise dark room, with the bed as its sole focus.

It was..ominous. Yet seductive.

A surge of realization quickened your heartbeat. This daunting setting wasn't conjured from your fantasies. It was a manifestation of someone else's.

Just as you had realized it was Ominis, he released you into the bed conveniently placed in front of you as you fell back with a bounce.

"Omi-" You gasped as he grabbed your thighs and pushed them apart, exposing your gushing pussy, dripping from your juices onto the satin sheets.

Your eyes widened, you never saw him like this before. Jaw clenched, eyes dark, and towering over you like a menace.

Feral.

It was a far cry to the shy and reserved guy you were us to seeing.

Ominis inhaled your scent, with his throbbing cock already leaking precum into his trousers. Qucikly removing his shirt he dove in, feeling abdomen and pressing searing kisses down until he felt your wetness press agaisnt his nose. Without hesitation he slicked a solid stripe up your puffy folds before taking in your clit into his wet hot mouth.

"Ahhg- fuck!" you cried out, the world spinning as Ominis continued his fervent ministrations. He sucked on your swollen numb catching your dripping jucies on his chin

Your eyes rolled back as you arched your back crying loud enough for the whole Castle to hear. Your hands shot to his head gripping his soft hair unconciously rolling your hips into his face.

"Nghh-feels so go-good"!

Words failed you, your mind whittled down to incoherent babbles under his relentless ministrations.

He groaned against your cunt, swirling his tongue around the nub, repeating the motions over and over as you convulsed.

One of his hands slowly unwrapped itself from your thighs before rimming your entrance. Just as another load of juices spilled, Ominis seized the opportunity to slowly insert a finger causing you to flinch at the intrusion and clench around his long digit.

"That's it Darling..just relax" He whispered.

Your eyes began to flutter as Ominis pumped his finger back and forth/

"Can you take another, Darling?" His husky voice cut through the haze, demanding your attention. You whimpered shaking your head, overwhelmed by the sensation of his finger. "I dont think so"

"Yes, you can, sweet thing. Just relax," he coaxed, his whispers punctuated by a kiss on your clit before he climbed up to hover over you, caging you in.

"Merlin, Ominis," you gasped, breathless, "This isn't what I… asked for, uggnh—" Your words struggled to form as you felt his finger curl inside you, deftly stroking your sensitive walls.

"Pretty soon, you'll be nothing but a babbling mess, and I'll barely understand a word," he teased, his voice a blend of amusement and desire.

Frowning at his smug demeanor, you reached up to his neck, pulling him closer to your face. "Careful, Gaunt, I can still—ugh," you tried to warn, your words faltering, "I-I can still hex you."

Licking his lips, Ominis's eyes darkened, a devilish smirk playing on his lips. "Is that supposed to be a threat?"

"Yes. And one you'd do well to—agh!" Your protest was cut short as he slid another finger inside you, stretching you further.

His smile was a triumph as he leaned down "I'd take every hex you could ever throw at me if it means I can touch you like you this again".

You swore your stomach did a flip as redness took over your face.

A reply just sat on the tip of your tongue but before you had a chance to reply, his hands slid to the back of your neck pulling your hair at its root to expose your neck before sucking and kissing the sensitive skin.

You grunted at the feeling of his canines pressed to your throat while he plunged his long fingers mercilessly. "Fuck" You murmured. It felt so good.

You were so slick he was easily able to finger your squelching core, clenching around his digits every chance it got.

Ominis didn't want to go too hard on you yet, but unable to control his speed much longer. His fingers began to fully thrust into you, curling and hitting a squishy spot.

Suddenly he hissed as felt you rake your nails down his back while you cried out in pleasure. Grabbing the back of your neck, he muffled your cries, shoving his tongue down your throat while fingering you harder.

He wanted to be gentle, but clearly, you were going to make it impossible.

You moaned feeling a tear slide down your cheek at the overwhelming feeling. Truthfully, it stung a little, but a tight coil building up in your stomach overrode every sting you felt.

Breaking the kiss, his forehead rested against yours panting from the kiss "I can feel it. Your close".

"I..I feel something in my stomach. I don't think I can take it-anymore" You whispered, barely able to catch your breathe.

"Go ahead darling" The young Slytherin peck on the lips again smiling against them "Come for me"

You whimpered fisting the sheets beside your bed, arching onto his fingers. Suddenly, the coil in your stomach snapped as white hot blinding pleasure flew over you. Your muscles began to contract before you felt your pulsing walls close in on his digits still buried inside you. You gasped, mouth wide open eyes squeezed shut unable to make a sound from the pure bliss.

Ominis felt every wrack of your body, hearing every silent little noise you made, quietly observing your state. Nothing could compare to the beauty he was witnessing. Nothing made his pride swell up in his chest before like you did. And nothing very made him regret the state of his eyesight like you did. Even blind, you were so beautiful.

"Still quivering from the aftershocks of his touch, you gradually relaxed into the soft sheets, each breath a conscious effort to steady yourself. Ominis, tender in his movements, leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on your forehead. A smile tugged at your lips, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, drawing him closer in a silent invitation for more intimacy.

In the quiet that followed, a subtle shift brought your legs to encircle his waist, and you could feel the pronounced tension against you from his trousers.

'Ominis?' your voice was soft, yet laden with unspoken desire.

"Yes, love".

A boldness took hold of you. "Please, make love to me. Here, in this bed."

With a sharp intake of breath, Ominis jumped up and grabbed your hips, pulling them to meet his hips causing you to yelp. His tone was low but reverberated throughout the air leaving the place silent under its domineering tone" With the utmost pleasure"

___________________

There you lay as Ominis slows his pace, feeling your uncontrollable clenching pussy squirt onto his cock like a hose.

Your entire body shook from the intense pleasure, your thighs trembling as you back arched. Ominis sinster's smirk was a strong indication if any that he felt no remorse for bringing you to your 3rd orgasm as tears slid down your already dampened cheeks, absolutely in love with how greedy your pussy clamped down on his cock.

But he was far from done. In the time he spent with you tonight in this room, somewhere he tried to be accommodating and doting as he usually was but that option flew far out the window as soon as you decided to make him cum faster by topping him.

You learned a hard lesson today. Ominis doesn't like brats.

It wasn't long before Ominis started railing you again, taking it to new heights

“wait—slow d-down Omi’—hngg!” you moan, nails clawing at his back, scraping the pale skin. He was sure he was full of marks by now that Sebastian was going to interrogate him about later, but he couldn't a give damn right now.

You felt your body recoil, pushing up against the bed with each sharp thrust as he pounded into your worn-out pussy, dragging every inch of his length in and out. Your knees were bent at your ears this time, feet dangling by his head as his hips slammed into the back of your thighs.

"Such a pretty slut aren't you? Look at how well you take my cock". You couldn't understand a thing before realizing Ominis had slipped in pareceltongue while he was plowing into you.

The forbidden language only had gush aroused even further.

“Fuck baby” he sighs “Bet that pretty pussy is just begging to be filled again”

"I cant-" your cry comes out strangled already feeling another orgasm coming. It was painful how much you clenched around his girth of cock by now.

In response, Ominis leans in, trailing a path of wet kisses up your chest. As he approaches your mouth, you instinctively lean forward, anticipating another kiss. But instead, he releases your thighs, his hands moving to grasp your hips firmly. 'One more round, darling,' he whispers against your lips. 'I'll make you come so intensely, you won't have any more sleepless nights. How does that sound?'"

At this point, you were sure Ominis was lost in the pleasure as he grounded up your saturated pussy.

"And what if I do" You whispered breathlessly

He chuckled leaning in and giving you another heart-melting kiss. You knew you were done for.

"Now that you belong to me, I can assure you you won't"

Before you had a chance to reply, Ominis deftly maneuvered you, effortlessly turning you around in the bed. You landed softly on your stomach, the sheets cool against your heated skin. His hands traced a path down your back, pausing at your ass to grasp and squeeze your flesh firmly, followed by a sharp slap that made you squeal in a mixture of surprise and arousal.

Then, without any warning, you felt him align himself, and he plunged back into you, his entry swift and decisive

Before long he's drilling into your sopping cunt, his tip kissing your womb, whispering vulgarities into your ear. The lewd sound of his balls slapping against your ass and both your groans fill the room as your eyes watered at the sheer width of him.

One hand firmly gripped your hip, while his other slid up your lower back, pressing you firmly into the bed. He angled your body, creating a deep arch that allowed him to drive into you with relentless force prying your cunt open with his cock slamming into you at a bullying speed.

Your ass recoiled with every snap of his hips and soon you felt another orgasm hitting you like a spell. As it overtook you, you found yourself crying out his name, your fingers clenching the bedsheets as you convulsed around him.

Ominis grunted bringing you up to press a searing kiss as he pounded his seed into you, unleashing his load enough for it to drip down your thighs.

As the kiss broke, you both lay there, chests heaving, caught in the aftermath of the storm of passion and connection you had just weathered together

You felt utterly exhausted, and Ominis, perceiving your fatigue, showed a hint of concern. He hadn't intended to be so fervent, and despite your lack of complaints, he wondered if he had gone too far. Then, you turned towards him, gently tugging at his arms, urging him into the bed with you.

"MC—" he started, but you cut him off.

"I'm sleepy. And I don't think I'll be able to walk for a while, so the least you could do is stay the night," you murmured, your voice a mix of fatigue and affection.

Ominis's initially surprised expression softened into a smile at your words. He leaned down, placing a tender kiss on your forehead. "I did make a promise, didn't I?" he said softly.

You couldn’t help but grin, pulling him down for one last gentle kiss.

'Keep your word, Ominis.'

His smile mingled with yours in the kiss, and he drew you closer, his embrace a comforting presence. 'You know I will,'

[bonny-kookoo]

Stereotypes...

So in the latest shot it is mentioned how MC is targeted by alphas who want to provide her with what she actually needs and that Jungkook supposedly can't give her.

I couldn't stop myself from imagining how he may encounter the same issue, with female alphas trying to offer him that more MC presumably lacks. And I'd like to see how she handles it. If she gets hurt by that and becomes insecure, if she tries to lay marks on Jungkook to let everyone know he's taken...

-> Masterlist

"So, your omega friend?" She asks, giggling as she glances over at you currently asking Jimin and Yoongi something.

"What about my girlfriend?" Jungkook wonders, mirroring her tone- though his seems to have a razor edge, so sharp she doesn't notice the cut.

Yet.

"Ah yeah, I heard. How's it working out for you both?" She fakes innocence, trying to appear friendly. But he knows what she's trying to do. "Not to sound weird, but you both shouldn't be out.. you know. So close to heat." She shrugs.

"We're fine, thanks for the concern." Jungkook says, keeping his eyes on her. To most, it probably see.s as if he's taken interest- but that's just because his actions are brushed off due to his subgender.

"Well, since she's probably bagging stoic-mister-Min over there-" she purrs, leaning her head on her hand. "I could help you out?" She offers, and Jungkook stares her down, quietly, silent, no words offered, just a slight smirk on his lips, eyes sharp, bold, as if daring her to act.

And act she does, her hand on his knee invading his personal space.

"Uhm.. Jungkook.?" You wonder hesitantly, earning a fierce glare from the woman trying to bag your boyfriend at the moment. It's what you're scared of- Jungkook finding someone better suited for him, someone who can offer him the care and protection he needs. He surely must feel vulnerable considering you can't really offer any physical security.

Does he get tired of it? Can she offer it to him?

"Sorry.." you hesitate- but Jungkook clearly feels relieved to have you close, pulling you onto his lap, successfully pushing the other woman off as he nozzles boldly into your neck, scenting you. His eyes sparkle again, your presence charging his batteries once more.

Okay- maybe he's not interested in her.

"No worries baby." He purrs towards you, your scent and presence grounding him again, clearing his head and wiping away all his growing anger. "What did he say?" He asks you, his arms around your waist keeping you secure on his lap as he playfully bounces his leg.

Your scent makes him feel all Bubbly.

He can feel eyes on him and you. It's always like this.

But they can only watch. He's got you.

"Uh.." you mumble, unsure now. You've been so on edge that now with Jungkook so close, you feel funny inside, head clouded. "I forgot." You say, leaning into him, and Jungkook hums in response, kissing your cheek, protective instincts flaring up as he notices quite a few people watching with different intentions now.

Does it bother him that you're so affected by his scent alone? It doesn't feel like it- and that reassures you that you're no bother.

"Thats alright. I'm sure he'll text you later." He says. "Let's go home now, hm?" He wonders, and you nod.

Jungkook knows best.

In the car, together with Yoongi and Jimin in the front seats while you're in the back with Jungkook, the alpha speaks up.

"You shouldn't bring her out anymore." He says. "Seven to ten days prior to heat for females, Jungkook." He offers.

"I forgot." He hums, running a hand over your head.

"You shouldn't, if you want to keep her safe." Yoongi scolds, causing Jimin to look at him sternly as if to remind him that it's not his place to say anything. "Neither should you be out yourself." He goes on.

Jungkook shrinks down in the backseat, defeated.

"Yoongi-" jimin starts, but Yoongi shakes his head, stopping at a red light to connect eyes with the omega in the backseat.

"No." He says. "Face reality. You can make this work-" he offers, starting to drive again as the lights turn green. "-But only if you realize that the world won't bend around you two." He explains, making Jungkook look over at you.

Is he the right person for you?

Can he really be the perfect fit?

Or is his ego simply not letting him accept that you should both try and search for something 'normal'?

No.

Yoongi is right.

He can be the right fit for you. This is new, uncharted territory- and you're gonna run into problems no matter what. But he can work it out, find ways and substitutes, he can solve whatever you have to go through moving forward. You're just what he needs.

And he can be just what you need.

"Jungkook-" jimin sighs, looking back. "..-if you need help next week, Yoongi and I talked about it with her, and its fine." He says. "We'll help." He clarifies, and Jungkook nods.

"We won't need it." He says, determined, an arm around your shoulder helping you be comfortable as you sleep against his shoulder.

You'll figure it out.

Together.

[uluvjay]

from last 2 prompt 33 and 69 with mark estapa where him and reader have been arguing back and forth so it’s angsty with tensionnn

Mark Estapa x fem reader!

warnings?; Cursing, light arguing, small fist fight, party scene, underage drinking, frat house, yelling

i figured this meant list 2 so thats what i went with! hope you enjoyed anon

33. "your not going out dressed like that"

69. "if you interrupt me one more time-so help me god"

You and Mark had been arguing all day and it had been over the smallest things but it was enough to have both of you in pissy moods hours later. Everyone was currently getting ready to go to some frat party, Mark had been downstairs with the guys for a little now while you finished getting ready.

as you made it down the stairs mark turned around and the content look on his face was immediately replaced by a pissed off one.

"you're not going out like that" he told you while looking you up and down.

"um yes i am" you laughed at him, you knew your corset top would piss him off and that was your reason you decided to wear it but you had to act annoyed.

"No your not, your not wearing something that your tits ar-" he started but got cut off by Ethan

"Guys! we are going to be late so you can either stand here and yell at one another again, like you have been all day or get your asses out the door" he told both of you, giving you both a dad look.

"Dude! her boobs are almost out, I'm not trying to have some dude be weird towards her" Mark tried but all of the guys were over both of you at this point.

"You have ninety penalty minuets i think you can handle someone if they're weird to her, now get the fuck out of the house" Ethan said and you could hear the annoyance in his voice so you decided to be the bigger person and walk past Mark and out the front door.

-

Unlike himself to usually do Mark had left you early into the party and because of it you were throwing shot after shot back in the kitchen with some random girl. You felt like shit that your boyfriend was so upset with you that he wouldn't stay and party with you like he usually did, so you used vodka shots to cover the guilt.

"What's your reasoning for getting wasted?" she asked after you both finished your third shot.

"My boyfriend's mad at me and won't even hang out with me" you told her with a pitiful shrug.

"is that his jersey number?" she asked pointing to your neck where you had a '94' pendant necklace that mark had gotten you for your one year.

"yeah he plays hockey" you told her with a smile, you loved talking about Mark especially when drunk.

"ohh a hockey player, good luck with that" she laughed before telling you bye and leaving the kitchen.

you couldn't help but stand there in your thoughts for a moment, you knew Mark would never, he loved you and he showed you on a daily basis how much he loved you. He actually walked around with a shirt that said "i love my girlfriend" that he'd bought for himself and was extremely happy to show you when it came in the mail, but your alcohol influenced made you think he hated you in the moment

You looked all over the first floor of the house and didn't see him and right as you began to panic you saw a concerned Dylan walking towards you. "Y/n! you need to come outside right now" he told you grabbing your arm and pulling you with him. You had to have asked him a million questions but he ignored them all just pulling you to a growing crowd outside.

As you got to the front you seen Nolan, Jay, and Ethan all pulling Mark away from some dude that was holding a bleeding nose. "What the fuck happened Dylan!?" you asked the boy next to you.

"we were playing pong when that guy and his friend asked for a round against us and then the one that's bleeding asked mark that if they won could he get a night with you and told Mark how good he thought you look in that top and Mark just went crazy" he explained causing you to shake your head and make your way over to where the guys were calming Mark down.

Hearing footsteps approaching Mackie turned around and his face immediately dropped before he made his way to you, "No I'm sorry, i love you Y/n but i don't want him lashing out on you, he needs to calm down" he told you, not letting you any closer.

"Is that Y/n?" you heard your boyfriend ask and watched Mackie take a frustrated deep breath before telling him yes.

"Let her over here I'm fine and we need a second alone" you watched as all the boys looked at each other before Nolan gave the nod okay and everyone started walking away from Mark.

You made your way to him but he stopped you before you could throw your arms around him and ask if he was okay, "I'm upset with you right now" he told you.

"I know and I-" you started but he cut you off

"No let me talk and if you interrupt me one more time i-" but before he could finish you did interrupt him

"Mark just listen for one second"

"So help me god! Y/n I am trying to talk so just shut the fuck up for a damn minuet and let me get my words out" he exclaimed and for once you did listen.

He was waiting for a braty reply but didn't get one and as he looked down at you to begin talking he noticed the new look in your eyes and how you were rubbing your thighs together.

"Are you turned on right now?" he asked with a smirk on his face

you looked down at your feet before answering him, "A little, I'm drunk and then duker said you stood up for me and then putting me in my place kinda got me going" you shrugged.

He didn't reply you just felt him pull on your wrist and looked up to see that you were heading towards the back gate to get out of the yard.

"Where are we going?" you asked

"Home so i can fuck you and then when we wake up tomorrow we can talk about what happened today"

-

[blingblong55]

Dangerous Woman- Captain Price nsfw

part 1 is here

This is based on a request A/N: this part is long overdue...so here ya go:) Fem!Reader, Vampire au, smut, 18+, MDNI, Knife play, blood drinking, p-in-v, unprotected sex

It's been a while since you and John last saw each other, truth be told, it was just supposed to be a one night only kind of thing. But when he couldn't stop thinking about that night he spent with you, before his men interrupted, he found himself going back to that town and to that specific pub where he met you.

Rumours went around about him and the vampire of the town. It was an old tale, that the woman would lure men in, and one by one they'd fall into her trap, you of course were never the one they rumoured on, but of another woman, she was much older than you. Anytime he would be seen at the pub, the first thing everyone would think of, was the vampire. It wasn't and honour of course, it was like a curse, wherever he went, eyes were on him, because deep down people wanted to know if the tale was real. Women approached him, but he would turn them down quickly, just wanting to savour you.

Seven months and 12 days since he last saw you, you finally appeared at that pub. Surrounded by the men you had lured in, enjoying how they had become your loyal servants. A tanned man was your favourite one though, he was always so needy and ready to obey anything you'd command. But before you could bite onto his neck, John walked into the place. His eyes scanning the room as usual, and thats when his gaze met yours. A small smirk on him, as he walked up to you.

"I see you started the party without me, love."

"its not a party if you're not here, John." a wide smile on you, it was quite a surprise to see him here. Sure you had heard the rumours that he still showed up even after your encounter, but you didn't know they were true.

"What a pleasant surprise to see you here, r/n."

"I just needed some more of you, John."

You winked and he nods. He too needed more of you, and it wasn't just him that could confirm it, but the men he worked with. Soap noticed it at first, how during some full moons, he would get wet dreams, fuck sake the whole team knew. They heard him call your name as he groaned and moaned in his sleep. But they thought it was normal, after all it was just men and no woman around for months in that place. So they understood why he craved you, but it was just weird how at times he'd wake up and look for you.

Gaz and Ghost talked him out of going to you, that it was just a one night thing and that he should move on. But every time they would tell him that, John would be mad at them. Cursing them, "I know she wants me, you pricks." he spit out and walked away during practice.

One time by pure annoyance, Ghost called you a slag. "Price, fuckin' move on with it, that slag isn't yours to fuckin' claim, old man!" It took five men to put him on the floor, Ghost sustained some injuries but it was nothing he couldn't handle.

And tonight, as he saw you in that tight dress with your black corset, all he thought was on the many ways he'd be fucking you tonight. How you'd end up pleading for more, and he'd give it to you. How tonight, he'd make all the men in town hear you scream his name, and how you would leave marks of his back so he could proudly brag them to the other men.

He sat on a stool at and ordered a drink. He would throw glances at you every now and then, eventually, you walked to him. His back to you, but he knew you'd be approaching. Your hand on his back as you leaned in and whispered, "drinking without me?" a hint of a smile as you said it.

He turns to you and pats his thigh, "take a seat, doll." and you obeyed, your arms wrapped around his shoulders as you sat on his thighs. He leaned in but you backed up, and he chuckled.

"Playing hard to get? You know that won't work with me."

"And why is that?"

"Because you want me as much as I want you."

"What makes you so sure?"

His hand under your dress, rubbing your panties.

"Because I can feel it, doll." His rough fingers playing with your wet panties.

"hmmm." You softly said

"like what you feel?" he whispered against your ear, and you nod. "good, because I will ruin you for everyone else, got that?"

"yes." you kiss his lips and that was enough to drive him wild. In a second, he carried you away from the pub and to the street. "same place?" he asked.

His eyes undressing you, imagining how good you'd look as you took every inch of him. You looked so young compared to him, but, in reality you were the one who was at least a century older than him. To everyone else though, you were just another twenty something year old, fucking an older man, a girl with daddy issues, looking for a man to tame her. He was an almost 40 year old man, fucking a young woman, who he'd for sure would be glad to call his every night.

As you reached the hotel room, that you had call yours years ago, you turned to him. "Promise you won't leave early this time?" You smiled and he softly chuckles.

"I promise to stay, princess." He leaned in, his hands starting to slowly touch the lace of your corset. You opened the door, you both step inside and you close the door behind you, he pins you to door, and starts to kiss you. He was rough with it, a hand on your back as he started to slowly take the corset off.

He kisses your neck and starts to leave marks all over it, you moan and hold his head there, you were getting deeper into this.

Once the corset was removed, his hands wandered your tight dress, how your curves made him go harder and how his cock was already begging to go inside of you.

But he had to make every moment last. So he carried you, your legs wrapped around his waist as he kept kissing you, not wanting to let go of your sweet plump lips.

"So good for me, princess." he says in between the kiss, you nod and let out a soft moan as his hands slowly start to toy with your wet panties. He laid you on the bed, a wide smile on him as he watched you.

"This dress is no good anymore, doll...take it off." he commanded and you gladly obeyed. You in your bra and panties, he played with the lace of both, kissing your shoulders and collar bone.

"Ready to take me, darling ?"

"...yes"

With that, he undressed himself, his bare body to your eyes only. He smiled as you blushed, taking the whole view upon you.

"I'll let you take pictures later, doll."

He kissed you, his tongue on yours, licking and biting your lips., savouring your taste, and the way you moaned as he kissed you and his hands roamed you, drove you more closer to the edge. It was crazy the chokehold his touch had on you, but you were for sure not complaining.

As many know, when a man is usually very commanding on the job, they tend to look for a woman that will dominate them, for a change. And luckily for you, he was in the mood to let you take control. You flipped both of you, now you on top of him, your hands on his chest as you kissed and bit his neck. He moaned a little and his hips tried to move to get some friction from you, but you quickly denied it from him.

He groaned, his head thrown back, and thats when you felt it, the blood pumping through his veins, how they called for you. And in an instant, you indufled into this, your fangs in his neck as you sucked some of his blood. Once you knew when to stop, you sat up, some blood still leaking, he looked at you as you wiped the blood that was dripping from your mouth. His eyes widen, "W-what are you...what-" he stumbled upon his words, and all you did was kiss him, some of his blood in your mouth as you kissed him.

"I promise to not hurt you." Your eyes hypnotising him and he nodded. You reached to your nightstand and take out some ropes, you grabbed each of his wrists and tied them to the bed. You then took a knife out (safe for this kind of thing) and slowly dragged it through his bare chest, making him moan and groan in both pain and pleasure.

You licked the blood that poured out his body, drip by drip, its like his blood was the drug you have longed for. It was driving you crazy, and as your sweet lips licked around, he got closer to his climax. But he couldn't resist it, the ropes weren't strong enough for him and he soon escaped them, his hands on your hips as he inserted his throbbing length in you. He was big and thick, there was no doubt in that, and as you slowly took each inch with every thrust, you moaned and cried in both pleasure and pain, both of which you enjoyed.

He flipped you over, now it was him on top as he could no longer contain himself. You made you lay on your stomach as he ate you out from the back. His tongue and fingers in you, sending waves of pleasure through you. You grip the sheets and moan louder each time he slaps your wet cunt. Enjoy the noises that it made, he chuckles as he watches you close your eyes and ask for mercy and he wasn't going to give it to you. Your moans louder by the minute, his throbbing cock, asking him to finally fuck your tight cunt. And he once more was in you, letting you adjust to his size, and the second he knew you had adjusted to him, he thrusted into you.

He pounded into you. His moans were so obscene and the way you looked back at him drove him closer to the edge. He Slapped your ass harder each time, leaving his hand print of your sweet ass. Your moans and his filling the room.

"Taking me so well, like the good girl you are." he said as he kept pounding into you, you gripped the sheets more and more. You started to touch yourself, but he slapped your hand away, "Mine." he growled. His hand meeting your hair as he pulled onto it, then it went to your throat, choking you enough that it felt like pure ecstasy.

You were fucked senseless, no coherent words could be heard. And he liked it, "open your mouth for me." he commanded and you obey. He then spits in your mouth and closes your mouth shut, "swallow like the slut you are." his thrusts becoming faster and harder, your ass bouncing off of his thigh. You swallow and open your mouth to show him, "Good girl" he says and then he slaps you a little light, before they got harder, he spit on his hand, his spit then was mixed with you tears and the mascara that was running down. He enjoys watching your face as he fucked you raw. A grin on his face as you moaned and held onto the sheets.

Without any warning his pulls out, but not because he was finished but because he wanted you to ride him like the good cowgirl you are.

He laid on the bed and motioned for you to sit on his cock. And as the good girl you are, you sat on its, riding him. You held onto him for extra support, your hands on his back as you kissed him. Both of you moaning in between kisses.

"So....ah....s-so close" you moaned as bounced on his thighs. And he gladly started to finger you, so you could get off your high soon. The second you started to ride him faster, his hands were at your hips, trying to control your movements, because he was now also starting to get closer to his high. Your gripped onto him, leaving marks on his back.

Before he knows it, his lips were at your nipples, sucking and biting them. Groping them until he threw his head back and moaned louder, his hot load in you, almost leaking out as you kept riding him.

You soon after reached your climax, your moans and his starting to become more pornographic. He kissed you to shut you up, his tongue and yours swirling and mixing your saliva.

After you grew sensitive, you rested nuzzled your head on his neck.

"You can do it again."

He had given your permission to drink from him once more.

"John, you don't have to-"

"Go for it, I want you to drink from me." he reassured you.

You kisses his neck and licked a little, finding the perfect spot to drain some blood from. Your hands once more deep into his neck as you drank some of his blood. You moaned a little, enjoy how sweet and good he tasted.

He tapped your shoulder and you pulled your fangs from him. "You were such a good girl for me, I might let you do this more often."

"You don't have-"

"its a reward so just take it."

After much needed after care, and lots of cuddles, you both ended falling asleep from the exhaustion. By morning you woke up to awn empty bed, which had you more than confused, you thought that maybe it'd be the last time you would ever see him. But when you turned to your side, a small note was on it.

"Meet me for lunch, and maybe I'll give you a little treat. -John"

A/N: this was supposed to be upload back in April but clearly I had the inspiration til not. anyways...bye now!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

[seancekitsch]

Could we get perv!Richie with a fem!reader that doesn't know he's Ghostface until the 3rd act and he finds her in a closet?

happy belated to jack quaid 🧡

Darkness was never associated with safety for you up until this point. Now, the darkness is the only thing saving you. To you, light pouring into this closet right now would mean certain death, and further solidify your place in the horror trope hierarchy.

If Ghostface were to find you right now, it would probably have you marked down as somewhere between Tatum from the original or Robbie from a few years ago. Which, come to think of it, is not the worst place to be, but you’d rather survive this movie than be one of the iconic kills.

I hope Richie is okay, you think, and then curse yourself because really you should be hoping everyone’s okay. But is it really that selfish to hope for good things for yourself and your best friend? Even if that means you’re the only survivors? I mean, sure you want more people to survive, but who’s ever heard of a final group?

You push yourself back further into the closet, armed with only a coat hanger and trying not to trip over Christmas decorations. A crash and a scream downstairs make you tense up. Who died? But if it’s someone else, it’s not you. Thats all you have to keep telling yourself.

“If you’re hiding, show yourself!” you hear the voice of the one and only Sidney Prescott distantly in the house, and not even a moment later you’re bathed in the cheap yellow overhead light of the hallway.

Fuck, it’s all over. It’s all over. You close your eyes as tightly as you can, trying your hardest not to tremble as you stand your ground, coat hanger clutched in a palm you hope doesn’t feel sweaty.

No noise follows, just the feeling of leather smooth against your jawline, the touch gentle and caring. Your shoulders slump, and you relax against the touch, maybe foolishly as you open your eyes.

“Is this the part where I beg for my life?”

The words are out of your mouth before you can think of using any self preservation. The ghost face mask mere inches from your own only shakes its head no. No, thats fitting. There will be no begging for your life, just a steel blade to the chest or neck, and if you’re lucky, it’ll be quick. Instead of a knife though, Ghostface advances, pushing until your back hits the wall on the other side of the closet.

“Talk about seven minutes in hell,” your stupid mouth gets the better of you again, and you really shouldn’t be joking at a time like this. Ghostface towers over you as they pull the closet doors shut again behind you.

“Shut up, stop making me laugh,” comes the muffled voice of your best friend beneath the mask. Wait. What?

“Rich…?” you ask, finally now starting to tremble, and his gloved hand trails from your jaw down to your throat, and then further down the v neck of your shirt, stopping just at your bare sternum.

“Such a fuckin’ tease,” he groans, and you feel yourself wanting to pull the mask off.

“Welcome to my movie,” Richie says, pushing his knee between your thighs. Holy shit, it’s like a fucked up version of your day dreams. Your hands move to pull off the mask, slowly like you’re trying to convince yourself it’s real. You can’t even see his face in the darkness, but you feel like you can picture the expression on his face anyway; his brows knitted together seriously and his lips curled into that little smile he gets when he has an idea.

“I thought it was weird you told Sam you’d never seen these,” you admit, and he presses himself even closer to you, leather clad fingers sliding from your sternum to trace the underwire of your bra and spread out warm along your rib cage.

“You let me lie,” he whispers against your ear, stubble rubbing against your cheek, “That’s how I knew you’d let me do this.”

He presses a wet kiss to your pulse point, licking and sucking at it roughly, sure to bruise.

“I’m not—,” you pause to catch your breath, coat hanger long forgotten as your arms snake around his neck, “I’m not exactly letting you do anything.”

He bites down hard, and you almost yelp. God forbid you get caught like this, so you stifle it as best you can.

“You’re not exactly saying no.”

His leg between your thighs presses further, sweet friction to rile you up, and his hand comes down to your waist. His grip on you tightens, and slowly he starts to rock you back and forth on his thigh as he continues to kiss and bite at your neck.

“Fuck,” you whisper, leaning your head back against the wall and giving into Richie’s movements. Your fingers tangle in his curls and you move your hips along with his hands. It’s not enough to get you off, but honestly it is enough to make you go along with whatever Richie says.

“That’s right baby,” he says between kisses, “Have a plan for you.”

His lips finally make their way up to yours, and he kisses you firmly. He tastes a little like the bud light he drank earlier, but you couldn’t mind that now.

“What’s that?” you manage to ask with your mouth still slightly pressed to his.

He pulls back, only for a moment.

“All you gotta do is stay hidden and looking pretty for me,” he punctuates his sentence by rocking himself harder against you. You feel yourself nodding against him, instantly and without really thinking about what he’s saying.

“And then I’ll come get you and make you a star. Would you like that baby?” He rocks his hips a little faster this time, groaning himself when he ruts himself against your hip. You can’t help the whimper that escapes your throat.

“Yeah, knew you’d like that. Knew you’d want this,” he pants.

Footsteps slowly climb the stairs, creaking against the hardwood that probably hasn’t been replaced since the first time a bloodbath took place here. Richie quickly untangles himself from you, and you whine at the loss of contact. He fumbles to pull the robe off himself and push it amongst the Christmas decorations all around your feet.

“Play along for me again, alright?” He places himself right back against you and kisses you again, this time his hand reaching down between your bodies to cup your sex over your jeans. Your knees feel ready to buckle at such a simple act, and…

he pulls apart from you at just the right time.

The door gets yanked open and light floods in again, this time to Sidney Prescott waving a gun in your faces as you both hold up your arms in surrender. Then another Ghostface runs up on you, Richie shouting

“Holy shit! It’s Ghostface!”

as if he wasn’t also just wearing the mask. He pulls you out of the closet roughly, pushing you in front of him to run to keep his sights on you. You, Richie and Sidney all make it back downstairs, with Richie pushing you and practically herding you different directions.

The moment you’re out of Sidney’s sight, he stops and wraps his arm around you; not quite a hug, something more possessive.

“Garage,” he whispers, “Hide for me. Gonna finish my movie.”

You nod and he gives you one last kiss, before roughly pushing you off him towards the living room.

Your feet carry you to the garage without a second thought.

[farewelln3verland]

Do you write smut for the legal line of le sserafim?

(love your work btw, you’re a great writer)

FRIENDS DONT DO THE THINGS WE DO

pairing: friend! yunjin x female reader

warnings: they're both a little stupid smh, suggestive, friends to lovers, chaewon k n o w s

authors note: i was so excited/nervous to get this, but i hope i did a good job! @abby-grace requested 5, 7 + 9 with yunjin so here we go!

"okay, okay, but what do we think about hyunjin?" chaewon looked back and forth between you and yunjin, eating popcorn.

it was friday, the day of your weekly sleepover, aka, get together. these sleepovers were always the highlight of your week, especially after a long, long week of work and problems.

"i dont know," yunjin said noncommittally, taking the popcorn for herself and zoning out. it was weird, whenever you played the crush game, yunjin always zoned out and gave answers with not much thought. maybe none of these boys were her type. or maybe she was asexual? you couldn't figure it out, but at the same token you were suspicious. chaewon always brought up guys, and it lowkey seemed like she was doing it on purpose. there's no way she didnt know about yunjin's non-participation in the mini event. it was only the three of you, after all.

"what about gaeun?" chaewon asked suddenly. your head- and yunjin's- snapped around to look at her. she had a innocent look on her face that made you smell trouble.

"what about gaeun?" yunjin asked hesitantly.

"is she hot or what?"

"-yes" you said, realizing it was true. she was hot.

"nah, she's not my type."

"well who is your type?" you finally asked, really, truly, wanting to know.

"you."

"and thats my cue to go to bed. good night!" chaewon quickly grabbed her phone and popcorn and skipped up the stairs.

"you're my type. i like you." yunjin whispered after a few moments of stunned silence.

"i-"

"i know you dont like me, you're not-" she cut herself off.

"not gay? love, i'm pansexual. i'm just a fucking rainbow. so just shut up and kiss me will you?"

"i'd like to see you make me," she joked, leaning closer.

her lips brushed yours and it felt like you'd died and gone to heaven. sure, you'd kissed some guys, a girl or two here and there, but she was in her own lane. none of them compared to her lips working against yours, right here, right now.

you moved your lips down to her neck and she groaned, flipping you around. "don't be so rough, only i can make marks. you're mine."

[dykevanny]

Actually let me talk abt the wererabbit au cause I think about it on the bus sometimes

Basically william’s messing with weird magic and decides to use his faaavorite employee as a lab rat(rabbit?) and now vanessa turns into a giant killer rabbit thing and he sics her on people for funsies

You see, william and Henry still have fredbear’s diner and the aftons are alive! Vanessa and Gregory (along with freddy, who along with the other glams also work at the diner) live in town, ness works at the diner as a security guard and she and greg have basically been dragged into the afton family lol. Mrs afton sees both of them on their first week in town and is like damn. I need to feed them like stray cats. So ness thinks of will as a fatherly sort of mentor figure. And he’s like aw hell yeah cause while he does care about her as well he needs someone to turn into a gucking beast you see. And so he does! He basically is using her to also you know kill people. For funsies.

Ness isn’t aware thsat she’s a werebunny thing for a while, she’s just been having weird gaps in her memory and waking up in the woods covered in blood which isn’t normal. So ofc who does she go to? William! And he’s like ohh I’m sure it’s fine ^.^ you can crash on our couch if you want ha ha greg’s staying over for a sleepover anyway..! Which is FUCKED UP but she stays with the aftons bc unfortunately she trusts that wretched man. Anyways so vanny as the Giant Killer Rabbit has gotten away from will (chewed through the chain thumbs up) and ran into the kids (sneaking out from sleepover) and of course michael is like WHAT is that thing. That’s dangerous. What the fuck. Meanwhile the younger kids are like holy shit bunnay… they see it’s hurt (and also the fact that it has broken chains on it) and are like WE HAVE TO HELPPP… and michael is only one boy who cannot control them all. the rabbit is ofc panicked and scared and now there’s people but it trusts greg right away so you know. He has his horse girl moment and. The kids drag it back and put bows in it’s fur and also glitter glue probably. Anyways they have it sleep under the bed and in the morning well ness turns back and they’re all like. HUH !? And ness is like how did i get hereeeee ……… luckily they all lie and say they dragged vanessa in bc they needed more people for a game (and someone else who’s hair they can mess with) and mrs afton was like yeah that seems legit👍 umm hey ness what’s the um. Red marks on your neck though that looks painful and ness who does not remember SHIT is like. The what 😀 but then William who was ‘at work late’ shows up like heyyy guys ^.^ sorry there was umm a robot explosion it was crazzzy. And everyone’s like haha that’s wilddd

Oh also the rabbit murders are like in the news like thats a wholleeeee thing. And freddy like highkey nearly got attacked but got away through some slasher movie convenient timing. Anyways I’m tired of typing so this is what you get ok bye

[wastemanjohn]

OK SO NOW THAT GOLDFISH MEMORY GOT JARRED, LETS GO WITH ANOTHER

how do you think others (bobby, jo, other hunters, missouri, etc.) react to dean and john, and do you think they know?

i don't think anyone in the wider community knows anything for sure.

i think hunters are pretty much shown to be very odd people (which is understandable given what they do; people who work pest control type jobs are usually quite eccentric, right?) and i think what strikes me a lot in outsider POV in the show is that sam and dean - even by hunter's standards - seem to be considered rather strange. intense. a little, or indeed a lot, scary, for the same reason they are to us i guess - that insular codependency is an alarming thing to witness between people. i've no doubt People Talked about sam and dean. i've no doubt things were said and speculated on. again, the way we do - because the way they are is so mind bogglingy *not fucking normal.*

i see it the same with john and dean.

i see little things being picked up on by other people. they can all agree it's very strange for a 25-year-old man to still openly be calling his father "daddy." to still have this anxious but very eager energy around him, like a much younger kid; and it's stranger still how john doesn't seem to be actively discouraging this behaviour. it's like he enjoys it.

sure, thats weird enough in itself; but there's more. someone says they saw dean sitting in john's lap on the hood of that old car they drive, poring over a map. someone says the way john looks at that boy just isn't... *right*, someone else said there's no reason for a grown man to be routinely rubbing and massaging the cricks out of his father's neck. there's this weird rumour floating around that they'll go out to drink and take home one girl. between them. no one likes to think too much about the specifics of that; because it's just - that's so weird, right?

i see more rumours just like this one. i see quiet and uncomfortable gossip happening over flat beer in dark roadhouses. no one's ever explicitly stating anything. no one ever says *that word* - and god, no one's actually *saying* that, because that's a Hell of an Accusation. they're just - john and dean's relationship is very, very strange. and john winchester's a known asshole and all, but surely - not like that? he wouldn't do - that?

anyway, whatever. no matter how you look at it, john's still ruined that boy. it's sad.

as for people closer to the situation:

i think bobby knows what people say. i even think, past a certain point maybe he even knows what he sees. but i also think he tells himself he's being ridiculous. i think he buries his head so far in the sand he'd need a shovel to dig himself out.

but where's that tipping point where he can't anymore? are they getting careless around bobby when they stay, more and more *careless* with those little touches, how close they sit, those looks? do they spend a lot of time out in the salvage yard, coming back looking flushed and dishevelled? do john and dean come down for breakfast one morning, dean looking dazed, a very specific and sore-looking mark on his neck that wasn't there last night?

does it get to a point where even bobby can't explain/excuse/deny anymore - and is this the point he and john fall out for good? because yeah, this would definitely be a good explanation for bobby drawing arms. and it is my headcanonical explanation anyway. i think he found out. i think he genuinely wanted john dead.

missouri - that's a whole other thing. she's psychic, so She Definitely Knows. i'm well out of brainpower for now. but i'll definitely have to give this more thought at some point.

i would need to think a bit more about jo too. although my immediate thought would be that dean might be hesitant to talk to her much about john at all. not only is there the awkwardness of her own dad dying on a hunt with john, and dean's secondhand awkwardness in knowing that his father wasn't immune to fucking up - but also, he's kinda interested in jo. he'll know that her interest in him will disappear altogether, if dean ever fucked up talking about john; let it slip that his last partner was his dad. because no one wants to know something like that; it's just not normal, is it?

[merlinssassybeard]

More ex gojo headcanon 🛐

Gojo is his own warning

Reader has big boobies. Why? Im gay for boobs thats why. Im flat btw ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ

Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Ex husband Gojo

Random drabble

Gojo loves kissing you on the forehead. He wouldn't mind receiving either.

He wouldn't just kiss anyone on the forehead, you would have to be someone he's known for too long or someone who sees him for him and not just his looks, money or his power.

And that is why, you happened to be the recipient of his rare forehead kisses.

He still, after divorcing you, kisses you on the forehead, always.

Gojo has a very bad habit. His bad habit is leaving mark, both figuratively and literally.

That is why whenever he comes to see you and you're not grumpy, he manages to leave his marks on you.

His soft gentle kisses on your neck turn into hungrily sucking and eventually leaving a hickey.

Oh boy Gojo LOVES biting. Yes, Gojo bites. Those little sharp canines aren't for show.

Ex husband Gojo gropes on your clothed breasts while he bites on your shoulder and moves his lips to your neck again and licks all the red hickeys left by him. All while, you lay in your bra and panty, helplessly squirm and wiggle under his warm touch and the ecstatic feeling of the foreplay and the sudden rush of hormones made you go crazy as you grab and pull onto his white hair to which he gracefully replies with moans and pants.

Gojo is OBSESSED with your boobs because they're just so soft, squishy and sensitive. He loves to knead on your soft breasts while toying with your nipples as he continues to thrust in you.

Although, now that he has divorced you and maintains a healthy limit of physical contacts with you, Satoru is secretly still obsessed with your now even larger than before, booboos. Yes, booboos.

Apparently, Satoru loves your breasts so much that he likes to call them, booboos. You, though, found it weird but brushed it off as a 'man thing'. Lmao

They're just so big and squishier now, after having a child. He has even confessed to you mid chats when he comes to see his girls.

"you've been staring at me for a while now. Do you like my Taylor Swift t-shirt that much?" You jokingly asked as you took out all your groceries from the bag and placed them on the counter. Satoru, sitting across with his daughter on his lap, playing with a pack of biscuits. He had his eyes squinted, sunglasses lowered and hands on his chin, rubbing, he commented with a focused gaze, "98 centimetres". You, confused, asked, "98? What?"

"your booboos" he replied, unbothered by your now red flustering cheeks. "Satoru!" You shyly called out to him and threw a frozen peas pack on his face.

"ow oww what did you do that for!? I was just appreciating you." He pouted. "Afterall, you're doing better now than you did before."Gojo murmured, thinking maybe you didn't hear him but you did.

"do......do you....w.......want to....touch them?..." You awkwardly asked without looking at him. Your heart was now literally aching because it beated so fast due to the creeping embarrassment of recieving no reply and the fact that you dared to pop such an explicit question to your EX HUSBAND of all people.

You mentally slapped yourself before opening your mouth again, "forget i aske-", "yes".

Your head shot up to look at him. He had removed his glasses and his big round cat-like eyes felt as if though they were glowing. Shining in lightest shade of blue, like the sky on a clear day. He picked up his little chubby daughter and had her sit on the counter as he stood up and stretched a little.

Your, on the other hand, kept staring at Satoru with your mouth slightly agape. In your head, you were appreciating The Gojo Satoru's looks like a teenage girl. Starting from his tall figure to his lean body to his his gorgeous facial features. His bright eyes, his cherry lips to his gorgeous cat eye's white lashes and oh god! His snow like soft white hair.

You were abruptly snapped out of your thoughts when Satoru's figure came close to yours. You continued to look into his eyes that had never EVER failed to charm you with how much beauty and power those to two bright orbs hold.

Satoru leaned in closer to your ear and whispered, "yes".

You swear you would've fainted down on the floor right at that moment because he is your ex husband and you shamefully agree at the fact that he looks much more sexier NOW than he did when you were married.

However, magically somehow you managed compose yourself to look like the strong and cold ex wife persona you have for him.

You grabbed squeezed his cheeks, bringing him closer to your face and kissed his lips and just before pulling out, you bit onto his lips and whispered locking your eyes with his......

"its 106 centimetres now"

[mrs-munson-quinn]

The Immortal Witch | A Stephen Strange Fanfic.

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| A Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness Fanfic.

| MoM Spoilers !!

Slow burn !!!

Summary | When Stephen cant find Wanda so he looks for help from the immortal witch, y/n.

Im bad at descriptions sorry but i promise the writing is good or at least i think so.

Previous parts >>>Prologue

Chapter 1

Happy Chatters can be hear at the beautiful decorated venue.

Stphen was slowly starting to regret coming at this wedding. Who goes to their ex lover wedding? He mentally scolds himself.

He lets a disagreeing head shake at his idiotic decision to coming at this wedding as he lets out a huff before taking a big gulp of his drink.

He could help but divert his eyes to where Christine was dancing with her now husband. Pain and regret thats all he feels. As he stares at the happy married couple.

That could of have been him dancing with christine. But of course his self absorbed self had to ruined what they had.

After he had that fight with her years ago he felt regret. He didnt mean to hurt her. And after everything he still would think about her. Even after many years.

He really is happy for her. He can see the happiness in her eyes and that all that matters to him, her happiness.

He them finally decides to divert his away from the happy couple.

Needing some fresh air he decides to go out at the venues balcony.

With a brand new drink in his hands he heads there.

He stands there starting down the street. Millions of thoughts in his head.

As he stares down the street crash noises suddenly can be heard coming down the street.

People screaming can be heard as chaos starts happening.

What the hell is that, he thinks as he stares down at the street where a weird looking creature is. People can be seen running and screaming from it.

He takes one last sip of his martini and set the glass down

“Thank you” he say to the man holding the tray where he set his glass down.

He takes out the handkerchief that was on his pocket suit. As he turns the handkerchief on his hand turns into the cloak of levitation.

The cloak wrapping itself around strange neck and back as he jumps down the balcony.

His fancy suit turning into the other suit in which he fights in.

Strange then flys down towards the chaos .

***

“How much experience do you guys have with the multiverse” asks the girl while looking between him and wong. Taking a bite out out her pizza

After defeating the weird creature the girl who was the victim of the creature. stayed with strange and wong.

They had decide to take the girl to eat.

Which is now why they are seating down at a table from a pizzeria.

While all of them look ruff. The girl looks the worst. With a cut on her cheek and her clothes all with dirt and scratches.

The girl came to be the one from his dreams which apparently is from another universe.

“We have our experince with the multiverse” Strange responds to the young girl.

“We recently had an incident involving Spider-Man” Strange say while remembering about the incident wirh spider man.

“Woman” the girl says.

“Uh. No. Spider-man”

***

After the girl revealed what the creature wanted with her. And after she told what her powers They sat in silence at the restaurant.

“Prove it” “prove that what you said happed really happend.” Strange being hesitant in believing the mysterious girl. Especially when she brought the multiverse into this.

***

“See “ the girl says as she uncovers the blanket that was covering the dead body of the other strange.

Strange then explains his theory about the multiverse.

“How do i know you wont betray me like he did” chavez askes strange while pointing tlt he other strange.

“I guess you are gonna have to trust me” sighs strange.

“ the creature that kill them did it have the same markings as the octups” asks wong.

“Runes” strange aswers wongs question.

“This isn’t sorcery” wongs says

“It’s witchcraft” strange says coming with the realisation that this is different that they excepted.

“Doe we even know who know such a thing” wongs asks

“I think i might” says strange breathless with relief of some help. (Cue the wandavison theme song ;) )

“But the problem is i dont know where she is” as he thinks where wanda could be.

“But i know someone that could find her”

“Theres this legend About a witch, who is said to be hiding. They say that she has invaitable power, said to be able to stop anything. Now i dont know-if she even exits or not but i been doing my re search on her, and i think i know where she might be hiding” strange tells to wong and chavez.

“ and if she really is that powerful as they say she is she will be able to stop this” strange says.

While strange wasnt sure if this witch even existed.

But this was the only way to get of hold of wanda.

Who knows witchcraft.

***

Hope you guys like this chapter!

Constructive Criticism allowed!!

Also i didn’t put much of their convo like in the movie so please dont get mad at me for that.

[hispipsqueak]

hello!! i just followed you today, and i think you are an amazing writer!! i cant get enough of your haikyuu posts (i would die for tsukishima too lol)!!! i was wondering if you could write a smut for tsukishima x f!reader, where the reader is struggling to love herself, so tsukki asks her about all her insecurites (weight, thighs (i have thunnder thighs myself and I hate them), hip dips (everybody has them, whether they're noticable or not- i have very noticable ones), maybe beauty marks like freckles, etc), and makes her watch herself in front of a mirror as he fucks her slowly, kisssing over everything she hates about her body, slowing making her realize that she is beautiful?? if not, thats totally ok!! i just thought it might be a cool idea.

asdhfajklsddfhjkdsjksdfh YES! Sorry this took forever. Ugh I love him so much aldsfjsdfhjkhfaksfh I hope you enjoy this. And thank you for all the nice words!!! :') I am also a thick thigh girl myself and Tsukishima would love ALL of us with all of our flaws okay?? It's just facts. - Pip <3

Tsukishima x F!Reader

TW: body image, chubby reader, body worship, oral, unprotected sex, mirror sex, light choking

All characters 18+

It had been a day.

You typically don't hate your body. It does all the functions it had to do, like get you from point A to point B. Sure you had a couple of extra inches in areas, and you had a few blemishes here and there, but usually it didn’t bother you.

Until today.

“Fuck!”

Kei raised an eyebrow as he walked into your shared bedroom where you were standing in front of the mirror, turning back and forth in a dress.

“Well all you had to do was ask.” He smirked before taking in your tear-stricken face. “Wait, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You stalked off to your closet, looking for another dress to try on, attempting not to sniffle. He cornered you at the door, blocking the exit with his arms.

“Nope, you gotta tell me now.” His tone was teasing but you knew he was serious.

“I just…forget it. You won’t understand, Kei. I mean look at you.”

Confused, he looked down at himself before turning back to you. You rolled your eyes.

“It’s just…we are going out to dinner with your friends tonight and you look fantastic and I look like…this. My clothes fit weird, my hair is being stupid, and I just…” your voice cracked and you attempted to blink back the tears you knew were coming.

“Hey, hey…what the hell are you talking about?” Kei wrapped his arms around you, spinning you to face the full length mirror that was the current bane of your existence. “Look at you. Now the snot, maybe we could work on doing something there, but the rest of you?”

You rolled your eyes at his attempt at humor, before wrapping your arms around yourself, attempting to avoid eye contact with the version of you that taunted you from the mirror. His grip around you tightened and he gently pulled your chin towards the mirror so you were face to face with yourself. Your eyes were reddened with tears and you blinked at the blurred image of the two of you.

When you compared the two of you, his tall and athletic build with your shorter, rounder figure, you felt unease wash over you. You could see your hip dips, the stretch marks that lined your thighs and peeked over the top of your bra. Your eyes met Kei’s in the mirror and you quickly looked down, focusing on the carpet of your bedroom.

“Y/N, why are you being difficult? What the hell is wrong with the way you look?”

“Kei, I don’t look like a fucking model like you do. I’m chubby, I have stretch marks everywhere and I’m not built like a person that should be with you.”

“Funny how you think you can tell me what I should be attracted to. And what the hell is wrong with your body?”

Long fingers caressed your soft tummy and slid around your waist. His voice was low as he pressed his mouth against your neck. “I happen to find your body so fucking sexy.”

Chills ran up your spine, Kei had a way of riling you up, teasing your body in the only ways he could. Your eyes fluttered closed and he stilled, until you opened them up, confused.

“Nope…you’re going to watch me show you how much I love this body of yours. And if you can’t get that into your pretty little head, I might just have to drill it into you another way.”

“Kei, we have to go to dinner.”

“Fuck dinner. I have a meal right here.”

As if to prove it, he tugged down the cups of your bra, exposing your bare flesh to the mirror.

“These fucking tits…god. Look at how perfect they fit in my hands.” He squeezed at your chest, running calloused thumbs over your sensitive nipples. His mouth moved lower, kissing down to your collarbone, leaving soft bites in his path. “God, you are so fucking tasty.” Each touch of his lips was warm against your skin, though it caused chills to run down your spine. His hands slid down your tummy and you instinctively sucked air in. He took this opportunity to bite down on your skin hard.

“Excuse me, that’s mine. Don’t you dare.” You exhaled, and his fingers dug into the soft flesh before teasing the waistband of your underwear. “Every inch of you is delectable and I’m going to explore every bit of it.”

Tugging down your panties, he pressed soft kisses down your hips, licking a small stripe down your tummy before cupping your mound, running his fingers down your slit.Breath hitching, you almost screamed when he slid his hand around to squeeze your thighs, leaving you wanting more of him.

“These fucking thighs? If I die crushed by them, it would be a fucking honor.”

“Kei–”

“Shut up.”

As if to prove his point, he pushed you down onto the bed. “Stay there.”

You stared at the ceiling, slightly confused but fully aroused. You heard movement and then, “Sit up.”

You sat up and saw he moved the mirror to be across from you. He kneeled down between your legs, his breath hot against the apex of your thighs.

“You’re gonna fucking watch me devour you, until you understand how fucking perfect you are, you understand?” Without waiting for a confirmation, he nibbled on your plush thighs, kissing and sucking marks into the skin, teasing your most sensitive areas with the ghosting of his lips. You took a peek at the mirror and saw the god that was your boyfriend worshiping on his knees at the temple that was your body. Scissoring your cunt open as he lapped at you, savoring every drop. Vision blurring at the pure ecstasy that was his tongue, you looked back at the mirror. The blonde was bobbing between your thighs, his slurps and groans like music to your ears as he whispered praises of “so fucking delicious” and “perfect” into you. You hadn’t realized you were moaning until you saw your mouth drop open when his tongue swirled into you. Back arched, fingers digging into his shoulders, the two of you were like a work of art.

And still he continued, slipping his fingers in to work in tandem with his tongue as you grinded against his face. The more you writhed, the more he gripped at your thighs holding you in place so tightly. You were sure without him, you would float into the heavens with how amazing he was making you feel. Too soon you felt yourself clench around him, your thighs squeezing around him as he continued his assault on your pussy.

“Cum for me baby, that’s it. Give it to me.” He whispered and with a shout you felt yourself lose control, drenching the blonde in your arousal. You had no time to comprehend anything before he slid up and behind you, pulling you onto his lap so you faced the mirror.

“You know, I think you need to see exactly what I see every day, Y/N.” He smirked before plunging himself deep inside your cunt, his hands firm on your hips. Rocking you up and down you threw your head back, before he yanked your hair, facing you forward.

“Watch me fuck you, doll. Watch yourself come undone.”

His hands were in a bruising grip, rocking you up and down on his cock as you watched your tits bounce with every thrust. His cock slammed inside you and your cunt gripped it tightly, leaving a ring of cream around it. You could hear the sound of skin against skin, his shaky breaths and your moans echoing in the room. Moving a hand from your hip, he gripped your neck forcing you to keep your eyes on the mirror.

“Look at how fucking perfect you are. God you are so fucking sexy.” His voice was labored and you could tell he was close. You weren’t far behind and you could barely register that the creature in the mirror was you. You looked wild, eyes half lidded and mouth wet with drool. Something about it was so raw and sensual, both your skin covered in sweat, your hair plastered to your face as his veins tightened in the grip around your neck and you saw what Kei must have seen. The look of pure sex and pleasure, love mixed with the animalistic freedom he gave you.

“Fuck you’re squeezing me so tighty, doll.”

“Kei, Kei, fuck!” Your voice was hoarse and your eyes fluttered as your cunt held his cock in a vice grip and you exploded around him. Stars filled the back of your eyes and you heard him grunt before he flooded you with his release. You could feel the throb of his cock pulsate inside you and he held you tightly as the two of you came down from your respective highs.

Sliding off him, you curled against him in the bed and pressed against his chest. You could hear his heart beating steadily and your eyes closed as he pressed a soft kiss to your sweat covered brow.

“Perfect. And all mine.”