#the ‘mind your own business’ one is just. yeah that’s him. being a bitch while wearing clout glasses a tactical helmet and a flower crown

[bokatan]

little screenshot dump since I started yet another fo4 save, added some very random mods, and finally got off my ass and made Delta in-game for ref

[ma1dita]

said he likes crazy

a ‘partners in crime’ installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader

words: 2.1k

summary: (pre-established relationship) The one where only he can help you with a bad day, even if he's been avoiding you since your first kiss. Luke Castellan x fem!Dionysus!reader

a/n: SAID HE LIKES CRAZY GIRLS, BUT HE HATES WHEN I ACT CRAZY guys i didnt sleep for this pls tell me its ok

(posted 1/29/24, beta’d by the lovely ellie @lixzey )

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He’s been avoiding you. 

To be specific, Luke’s been running away from you. Typical son of Hermes, and a typical teenage boy at that. But if anyone’s asked you what’s up (which, they all have, after almost 4 years of seeing you two not go a day without bickering), it’s just easier to say you’ve been busy.

Okay, so perhaps you’ve been avoiding him too.

Annabeth clocked you as soon as you turned tail after almost bumping into him after archery practice. Damn children of Athena; it’d be nice if they weren’t so perceptive sometimes.

“What did he do this time?” she pipes up, filling the silence of the Big House. It’s late now, and the cabin counselors’ meeting just ended.

“Seeing as you’re the one helping me with the paperwork tonight and not him, you can take a good guess, Annie,” you sigh.

Honestly though, who the fuck kisses someone senseless and then runs away? (Luke Castellan, that’s who.) You weren’t sure what to make of it. You’re a daughter of chaos, after all, not love. But if there’s anyone who can read your emotions better than yourself, it’s him. 

Annabeth stares at her idiot brother through the window as he wanders in the grass outside the Big House.

“That bad, huh?”

“He’s just…being Luke,” you say, blinking slowly as you shuffle through the last of the files you need to put on your dad’s desk before you mutter, “I’m just having a bad day.”

A noise of concern makes its way up Annabeth’s throat. You haven’t had a bad day in a while, in all honesty, not one that makes you act like this, admittedly not one that makes you act like you— the daughter of Dionysus, god of insanity, and not the daughter of Mr. D, camp director.

It was just a bad day until it turned into a bad week, and the voices in your head were starting to get loud without Luke distracting you. Because that’s what he ultimately is, a distraction from your camp duties. 

There’s so much to do and so little time, however, that you hide away your microexpressions that seem to be clawing at you from the inside. The anger, the mania, the hurt. If you unleash it, only the gods can predict how much of camp would be affected by your ‘outbursts’, as your dad likes to call them. Not like you had a choice in the matter. Your days of wreaking havoc are behind you, now presenting yourself as the stellar star of the Camp Half-Blood show. It’s almost a one-woman production with you picking up after your father and trying to tame the traits he passed down.

Thanks for that, D. 

So you give and you give and you give—all your attention and time and effort into keeping camp upright, into being the perfect daughter, that at the end of the day, you’ve drained yourself of who you are with who you try to be.

You look at your tired reflection in the window, before your eyebrow raises at the sight of Luke blending in with the shadows of the tree he’s leaning against. Idiot.

“Annie, would you mind…”

“Yeah, I’ll do cabin checks myself. Might drag your brother to do them with me,” she smiles, patting your arm before grabbing her bag.

“If he complains, let me know. Pollux has heard me bitch enough today.” The small girl raises an eyebrow at that, biting her tongue from responding. You chewed out a lot of people today, acting extra uptight and demanding of the counselors to “just do the right thing.” It was almost insufferable, but despite you trying to hold it in, your emotions bled into their own. Everyone was agitated by the end of the meeting, filing out quickly with biting words and hot tempers. You couldn’t help but notice Luke led them all out of there, and they also somehow got the feeling that he was to blame. 

Smiling at Annabeth in thanks, you watch her walk out to Luke before punching him in the stomach as he grimaces, meeting your violet gaze through the window as he raises a hand. It’s hard to tell if it’s to signal a truce or his embarrassment, but he trudges the way up the path and the door creaks open.

“Heard you were having a bad day,” he mumbles, scratching the nape of his neck. You look at him from the corner of your eye as you continue to write down the weekly to-dos and organize papers for your dad to sign and send back to Zeus.

“Why are you here, Castellan?”

“So we’re back to that? I thought…” his voice trails off at the sound of his last name, not Luke, not angelface, or anything in between, and both of you are unsure how to proceed. Neither of you have done this before, at least not with each other. You tilt your head to the side, daring him to speak, and it reminds him of a week ago, you bathed in sunlight when he leaned in and kissed you. Though if he did that right now, he’s not sure how you’d react. 

“It’s just a bad day,” you whisper in defeat, lilac eyes wilting in front of him like an overwatered flower.

He realizes then that he cares for you more than he knows how to. And Luke knows what it means when you’re having a bad day.

There’s a deranged look in your eye, a subtle eye twitch and clench of your jaw that is almost insusceptible to the average demigod, but he knows you’re on edge, having taunted you mercilessly until you scream, cry, laugh, or all of the above. But most of all you look tired and in need of someone who knows how it feels to be underappreciated. 

“D’s a great dad to the twins. But I just feel like… maybe he wasn’t meant to be mine,” you whisper, rolling your tongue against the front of your teeth to push back the sob a 14-year-old version of you would let out deep in the dark of cabin 11, having been there for months and knowing Dionysus was your father and waiting for him to see you. To know you. 

“Giving me a hard time about all of this,” you say, hands gesturing to the things you have to prepare for him by morning. You’re overworked, underpaid, and definitely not appreciated— and Luke decides he hates your dad for what he puts you through, not just as a shitty camp director but as a shitty dad. He’s learned to live with the hurt—to use it to fuel his vengeance for how he plans to make the world better. But your ambition makes you change yourself constantly to try to be better. Both fatal flaws are fueled by the ignorance of your fathers. He knows the feeling all too well. He knows you.

“What do you need?” he asks simply, stepping closer to your form hunched over the desk.

“I can do it, you know. D’s wrong about me,” you whisper, and the words come out sounding so desperate for him to believe the performance you always put on that you avert your eyes.

He doesn’t need to be convinced; instead, he holds his arms out waiting for you to let you make the next move. Luke is neither a fool nor a knave— there are no tricks here, no hidden agenda as he watches you try to compose yourself with a deep breath instead of showing him the real you. The one who’s beneath the mask of being head counselor, your father’s saving grace, and the one who carries her responsibilities like Atlas carries the weight of the sky.

“I know you can. You always have. You really think I’m here to help you file paperwork?” He means it. 

“Will you let me?” Whether he meant sharing the workload or being there for you, you wouldn’t dare to ask. It’s all the same, anyway—laying yourself bare for someone to peek into your mind and have them not laugh at it.

Suddenly you speak, and the intensity of your tone makes him straighten his posture. 

“Sometimes… Do you ever feel the need to just…”

“What?” He reaches out to tug your hair, and in the dim light, he can see the bloom of your cheeks. You’re shy, and Luke thinks you look soft like this, wary of how he perceives you.

“I shouldn’t.” Fuck the gods. He can see the thought form in your eyes, the heat of your stare tearing through his, and his lips pull into a smirk.

“What was that, trouble?” 

“Luke, don’t be an asshole…” You say warily, biting the inside of your cheek. There’s no way you’re going down in the history books for cursing the gods because Luke Castellan of all people made you. 

“I thought you liked me like that,” he’s grinning now, and grabbing your chin lightly, mouthing the words to echo your thoughts. 

Fuck the gods.

“Fuck.” you whisper, before your voice fails you, your eyes closing both from his touch and the genuine fear of the heavens falling down from the sacrilege falling from your lips.

“Louder,” he whispers, pulling your face up close to his, “come on, you used to be more fun, trouble. I believe in you.”

“Fuck!” you say louder and he’s whispering in your ear, urging you to toe the line between perfect child and degenerate.

“Say it again.”

“FUCK! FUCK THE…” you yell before you sigh exasperatedly, eyes widening as you feel the breath release from your chest before your head lolls onto his shoulder. 

“Gods, you’re fucking insane, Castellan.”

He laughs lowly, and it sounds as sweet as sin. Your smiling lips make an imprint on his collarbone, and he wishes they would sear themselves on there for the rest of eternity.

“Hey, I get it from you. Feel better?”

To be seen is a fickle thing. But to be known is something more intimate, and nothing will be able to erase the connection you both share—fatal flaws and all. There are things you can’t change about people, what they are at their core, and so he takes what you hate about yourself with both hands and pulls you towards his chest until you settle against him with a sniffle. Luke tilts your chin up again, a rough thumb wiping away evidence of your watery smile. He thinks he sees a glimpse of a past you—a younger one that dyed his socks purple to make him feel like he belongs here. And he knows now that he does belong with you, right here as he holds you in the quiet of the Big House.

“Ugh, I’ll kiss you later, I still have to finish up here. You’re not off the hook, angelface.” You sigh, pushing away from him before he tugs you back, your feet stumbling as you roll your eyes at his impish expression.

“Let me make it up to you, trouble.”

“What, so you run away again?” you scoff, snickering at the sight of his ego being taken down a notch.

“I’ve just….I don’t know how to do all of this with you. Guess I’m worried it won’t meet your expectations, Miss Head Counselor.” A boyish sort of bashfulness crosses his features, and he’s twirling a piece of your hair in his hands like spinning silk.

“I just hope you never stop surprising me. That’s all I ask.”

Your hand touches his wrist lightly, and he sighs like you’ve already taken his breath away.

“I keep my promises. Do you?”

“Who said a kiss was a promise? I meant it as a threat,” you laugh before he’s pressing your hips into the table, nose nudging against yours and suddenly work is off the table for the rest of the night.

You on the table, however, well... that could be negotiated.

“I knew something was wrong with me when your so-called threats got less scary and more sexy,” Luke teases, running a finger on the side of your cheek. His breath tickles your lips, and you can imagine the rage your father would feel if he caught the two of you in his office like this. Besides the blatant defiance, you briefly wonder if your rebellion would get him to respect you more. An interesting thought.

“You’re absolutely terrible. I need to get this done… The gods don’t wait for us.”

A weak sigh leaves your mouth as your brain is already riddled with thoughts of him and he closes the gap between your lips.

“They can wait until morning. For now, you’re mine.”

—

“You can’t love someone unless you love yourself first — bullshit.

I have never loved myself.

But you —

Oh god, I loved you so much I forgot what hating myself felt like. (via swxrn-in)”

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₊˚♡˚₊ The Akatsuki and their jealousy ₊˚♡˚₊

Tags: GN Reader, GN flirt, general jealousy and implied murder shenanigans.

Tobi essentially zeroes in the instant someone else starts laughing a little too hard at your jokes. Uhm, hello? You're funny, but you're not that funny. In fact, he's pretty sure he's the only person that busts a gut laughing when you crack your silly little one-liners or puns. It's cute to him, nobody else has any business making a play by acting all giggly and doe-eyed. He doesn't need to be violent about it - and really, why would he be? Tobi's just as happy to lean in - uncomfortably close - and then loudly declare that they have something stuck in their teeth! And it's super noticeable! So's their breath! It's not rude, he's just being helpful! He can smell their lunch through his mask! And it's rank! How embarrassing! Haha! They really should go brush their teeth, huh! Go away! Far, far, away!

Hidan is, in fact, very liable to wind up jealous over stupid little things that always result in becoming a pain in the ass for you to defuse when he inevitably hops onto his bullshit. You're out trying to enjoy one meal in peace together? That's funny, because the server seemed to put some weird, flirtatious emphasis on hot when they asked how you like your tea, and that's a problem, and that bitch knows it, too. Oh, they wanna know how hot you like it? Alright! There's loads of people on this earth, and they really wanna get stabbed over you? Fuck it! He just sat down, but clearly he's got some shit to do now. Dinner and a show! Why not?! He gets why Kakuzu doesn't tip now, not that he was gonna anyway. Shit service, and thirsty-ass servers. Fucking ridiculous.

Deidara is the first to notice when someone gets too close and cosy with you. Does it bug him immediately? No. His reaction, however, depends entirely on yours. Do you notice that they're smiling with way too much teeth when they playfully punched your arm? No? Alright. He can let that slide. It's when they deliberately divert your attention from him to themselves that he starts getting annoyed. He's not at all above pointing out tacky behaviour, petty king, and even if it embarrasses you a little, it is highly satisfying for him to see the flirt's face drop into something sour or burn up from the embarrassment. It's even better if you snicker along with him.

Kakuzu's only problem with someone chatting your ear off and really gushing over whatever comes out of your mouth is the fact that they're boosting your ego and he has to deal with it later. Not because the offending flirt boosted your ego, he doesn't give a damn about that, but he's now going to hear the same things you just told them about later when he's already just heard it - and he sincerely doesn't care to hear it again. He doesn't want to act interested, and yet he's going to be faced with either being called a dick, or being forced to feign something to avoid bickering about it after the fact. God dammit.

Kisame doesn't mind seeing someone try their damndest to flirt with you. He trusts you, and he's very happy to sit back while you turn them down- or, if he's lucky, watch while the flirt makes an idiot of themselves trying too hard to clue you in and get your attention. It's funny - he's laughing, and he isn't even trying to hide it. If he's in a cheeky mood, he'll even stir the pot, because he has gremlin tendencies and his humour is catered exclusively to himself. Yeah, he'll egg them on in little ways, until they're feeling nice and confident. Then, while he isn't really a PDA kind of guy, he'll drape a brawny arm over your shoulders, plonk a cheek atop your head and drawl something to the effect of, 'You know what? You do look great in that outfit. It'll look better on the floor later. Ready to go?' Kisame likes finding his own fun like this. The flirts always flap their lips like gasping fish when he hits 'em with that bit, and it tickles his brain just right.

Itachi is generally ambivalent. You have attractive qualities, he knows this, and he's well acquainted with the consequence of having said attractive qualities. As long as you're fine with it and nobody's pushing any obvious boundaries, he's fine with it too. Jealousy isn't an issue at all with Itachi. It only becomes one if you end up uncomfortable and the flirt doesn't pick up on that fact. In that case? He's glad to leave with you, if you don't feel like handling it. If you don't want to leave, or leaving isn't an option? Well, he can use his words. Or, if they've ruffled your feathers enough to annoy him, there are many benefits to being a genjutsu master. Oh, noooo, suddenly all eyes are on the flirt and the judgmental looks are intense and highly disarming. Or, uh oh! There's definitely a fire that just broke out, and they're the only one panicking about it! Oh wow, they left in a hurry. What a shame. They must've drank a little too much, or something like that.

Sasori, simply put, could not possibly care less if you paid him. Possibly aggravated by the fact that someone's breathing air in his direction while he's minding his business with you, someone he can actually tolerate. Yeah, he fully expects you to handle that. He's gained a knack for zoning minor annoyances out- until those minor annoyances become general annoyances. It's only when the offending flirt's voice becomes grating - which, really, doesn't take long at all before he bothers intervening if you haven't already shooed them away yourself. If a terse 'shut up' or 'begone' doesn't dissuade the persistent little gnat, he has poison and many fun, discrete vehicles with which to deliver it. It is purely for the sake of peace and quiet. Does he care when they drop like a sack of rocks, seizing and foaming at the mouth? Not particularly. Do as he does, and zone it out. Don't look at it (derogatory), you'll only encourage it to make more of a scene.

[courtingchaos]

Not a Loser

Gator Tillman x Fem Reader

A/N: Just chumming the waters. It’s been rotting in my notes for a bit.

18+ NSFW No Minors

You’ve been on his ass all day. It started bright and early with your unannounced arrival to the house, dressed for a day out that he’d half promised you. Roy had the pleasure of letting you in and that was the first tick, the compliment.

“Well would you look at that, a dress today.” He’d laughed and you’d laughed and Gator had come down the stairs so fast he almost tripped.

“What are you doing here?”

“You promised me a date, Tillman.”

He doesn’t miss the up and down his father gives you when you walk into the foyer, especially doesn’t miss the raised eyebrows Roy shoots at him.

‘Get in there’ He can practically hear him saying it.

“Yeah. Later.” He wanted to avoid this. Any interactions with his family since you weren’t the keeping your mouth shut type.

“Well get dressed son, she’s waiting.” Roy admonishes him and shakes his head at you and Karen comes out to invite you into the kitchen for coffee and Gator needs to get you both out of the house.

You pitch a fit with him when he’s finally dressed and he wants to drive even though you made to 40 minute trip over on your own just fine. He corrals you into his truck and then you can’t agree on music and he’s sucking on his vape to try and keep his mind clear. It’s moments like this, when you find something to pick at and prod, that he wonders why he bothers with you at all.

But then when he gets to the mall an hour away and you hop out of his truck he’s reminded of one reason. He watches you adjust the skirt of your dress and he catches the black flash of your underwear.

“What are you grinning at?” You snap at him while reaching back in for your purse and he drops his smile quick, a heavy eye roll taking its place. You drag him around to stores he hates, stores that smell too much and have too many people. Stores with shit he doesn’t care about. When he tries to veer off into a GameStop you scoff and ask if he even has enough friends to play online with.

“Why do you have to be such a bitch?” He asks you real close while you both wait in line for a cinnamon roll. You chew on the straw of your iced latte and eye him from the side.

“I’m just pickin’ at you Gator, don’t be so sensitive.”

“I’m not fuckin’ sensitive.” He’s defensive, bordering on getting loud, when you put a hand on his arm.

“Hey,” Your fingers dig into the plush of his pullover, “Calm down, baby.” Placating tone layered under the nickname and suddenly he doesn’t feel so angry. The girl at the counter calls your name and you grab the overly big box, already opening it to pull at the center piece. “Want a bite?” You hold up the gooey bit for him and he takes it right out of your fingers with his teeth.

Back in town and when he asks where you want to eat and you’re back at square one, shrugging shoulders and “I don’t know, you pick.”

Everything he suggests is stupid apparently and his boiling point is dangerously close to being hit. He takes you to the diner and you pick at your sandwich and steal his toast but when he tries to steal a fry off your plate you click your tongue at him.

“What, you can steal my food? I can’t have one god damn fry?”

“I didn’t even want to come here.”

“What the fuck is the matter with you?” He can get loud in here and no one will bat an eye but still he keeps his voice hushed. Dips his head to catch your eye while you’re pouting into your plate. “All you’ve done today is be a pain in my ass.”

“Well you ignored my texts last night.”

“I was busy. You know my dad’s got me doing shit, important shit.” He makes that point with a harsh finger jabbed into the table top.

“It’s always fucking Roy isn’t it?” You push your plate across the table and the cutlery clatters. “Why don’t you just fuck him then, huh?”

His fist hits the table and everything clashes together. He sees how you jump and a small part of him feels satisfaction but the rest of him wants to bury his face in his hands. A big sigh, deep and full of spite, escapes between his fingers gated over his lips. “You coulda just picked a place.” He mutters and shakes his head.

“And you could just pretend to give a shit.” A fork gets thrown at his head and before he can reach out for your wrist to pin you down you’re out of the booth and out the front door.

“Hey!” He yells at the window while you stalk down the stairs outside. “Where are you going?!” He throws a $20 on the table and runs out after you while you seemingly start walking towards the farm 30 miles away.

“I’m going home!”

“You don’t live that way!”

“I need my car, Gator!” You scream at him and stomp your foot. You’ve smart mouthed him and called him names but you’ve never screamed at him like that.

“Get in the fuckin’ truck.” He wrenches the passenger door open. “Now.”

“Or fuckin’ what?” You stare at him unmoving. He knows the wind has to be cold on your legs but you barely react when a big gust comes through except to hold your dress down.

Yeah or what? He tries to think of something smart to say but there’s nothing there past his anger at you acting out all morning.

“Fine. Walk. I don’t give a shit.” He starts the truck and waits for a second to see if you’ll get in. He wants to gun it out of the parking lot and spray gravel and teach you a lesson. He wants to laugh about it and go home and tell his dad about finally putting you in your place.

But then you take a tentative step towards the door and he doesn’t turn his head but he does watch you from the corner of his eye. Wordlessly you hop in and slam the door behind you and it just lights the fire for another match. The whole drive home it’s barbs traded over the center console and every time you hit his dash to make a point he’s slapping your hand off of it, yelling about how expensive it was.

“Your dad bought you the damn thing, you care about it more than me!”

“You’re god damn right I do! It doesn’t yell at me!”

“I’m not yelling, I’m making my point!”

The truck jerks to a stop in front of his house and you jump out before the engine is off so you can beeline for your car. Gator takes a long pull off of his dying vape, thick cloud obscuring his vision until he finally gets out grumbling. From the front porch he hears a low whistle that has his head snapping up to find his father standing there with a shit eating grin.

“Trouble in paradise?” Roy tilts his head at you digging through your purse angrily.

“It’s fine.” Gator grits out while trying to edge his way past, only to be stopped by Roy with a big hand to his chest.

“Now you know how I feel about this one.”

“Well she won’t be around for long, so you don’t have to worry.” He feels like a child again, petulant and glaring at his father that still stands taller than him.

“You could fix that easily if you’d get your head out of your ass.” Gator doesn’t hear the footsteps behind him, grass muffling the hurried steps while you come up to ask for your keys he still has in his pocket.

“Remember that Claire girl?”

“‘Course I do, you don’t need to-“

“She left you because you couldn’t be straight with her.”

“No, we broke up-“

“She left you because you couldn’t keep her.” His palm swallows Gator’s shoulder when it claps down hard. He wants to take a hit off his vape for something to with his hands but he knows he’d just get scoffed at for something else. “Just, stop being a loser.” It’s a pitying smile he gives Gator before his gaze drifts behind him and he sighs. “You got in you somewhere.” Roy keeps his eyes on you as he walks down off the porch and Gator follows his look over his shoulder, tensing when he sees you standing there awkwardly.

“You uh, you have my keys.”

“What.” He feels lightheaded. He’s avoided any real interaction between you and his dad mostly on account that you were supposed to be just for fun, but this doesn’t feel fun anymore. Not the ringing in his ear making him wince or the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.

“My car keys.”

“Oh.” He’s on autopilot while tapping all his pockets. They jingle in his pullover and he tries to shove his cast in there and it catches and there’s the breaking point.

“Gator.” You try to get up the stairs to help him before he has a meltdown but it’s too late. His face is red and he’s tearing at his fleece and swearing up a storm. He thinks he might have stomped his foot and the embarrassment is swallowing him whole. “Gator come on.”

You’re only trying to steer him inside the house but he pushes you back when you grab him.

“I don’t need your fucking help!” He cries at you.

“Then give me the keys, asshole!” You yell back.

He knows his dad hears all this with the way your voices carry across the open expanse between the barn and the house. He can already hear him later while he sits in front of the fireplace. Sitting with his new wife and his new kids, the better ones, the ones that haven’t fucked up yet. He’ll drink his whiskey and shake his head at his fuck up and he’ll remind Gator for the next few weeks about this fight.

“Jesus Christ Gator, get it together.” You’re not gentle when you shove him into the door and open it. He stumbles in over the threshold and your hands hold him up and steer him to the stairs. He’s not sure if anyone is home and he doesn’t want them to see you taking him to his room but you move fast with him in front of you. Up to the landing and he trips again. You push him into his room and he makes for his bed like a kid being sent in for time out.

“Do you have a bottle of water or something?” You glance around, noticing the half empty fifth on his nightstand and his stomach plummets further.

“No.”

“God can you…” You take a steadying breath and shift toward him. “Let me get my keys.” You only pause when he doesn’t immediately move to let you rifle through his pocket. This close he can smell your perfume and he’d like to lean his head in but that’d be a stupid fucking move too. A sigh grazes his neck when you get your keyring out and stand up.

“Listen.” You cross your arms and give his room a good once over before another sigh works out of you, big and heaving. “Contrary to all of this, I don’t think your dad should be calling you that. It fucks with a person.”

“What, a loser?”

“Yeah.” You give him a sympathetic look and he hates it. He doesn’t know what to say though, just wants to be alone at this point. “Just, you aren’t a loser.” A shrug before you seem to second guess your departure and sit lightly on the edge of his bed. “An asshole for sure. And a dipshit.”

He laughs hollowly but your hand on his knee gives a reassuring squeeze. “I know I started this morning off on the wrong foot. I did that on purpose but I didn’t think uh, Roy was gonna…” You trail off. Behind you on the headboard the stupid handcuffs he keeps there jingle when he stands abruptly. Two steps to his door and he shuts it quietly and turns the lock and you sigh, again.

“Gator I don’t really feel like fucking around today.”

“Humor me.” He doesn’t meet your eyes when he turns back and kneels in front of you. He picks up one foot to wedge off your heeled boot and then the other, your socks rolled off your toes gently and placed inside your shoes.

“Gator.”

He ignores you and sits up, grabbing your hands and pulling at the thin rings to set them on his nightstand. Your bracelet and watch follow, both snaked around the tiny pile of rings.

“What are you doing.”

He just shakes his head, brows furrowed while he tries to unbutton your cardigan. You let him work but you watch his movements, gentle for the first time ever you think. He pushes the sweater down your arms and pulls it around you, folding it before laying it on the corner of his bed.

“You’re freaking me out.” You laugh quietly. He looks like he’s thinking while those long fingers start in on the buttons down the front of your dress. “Hey.” You grab his chin to pull his face up. “What are you doing?” You ask again, this time looking him dead on.

“You really don’t think I’m a loser?”

“Oh.” You ignore the glaring warning sign tacked to the wall beside your head for a moment. All the little centerfolds and the random bullets around his room. You instead focus on the purple light in the corner with his tarantula he’s had since high school. The bits of hand drawn personality, however strange they are, hanging around the corners of his room. The handful of empty fifths you noticed in the bottom of his closet. “No.” There’s a ‘but’ at the end of that ‘no’ however now isn’t the time.

There’s no reason for him to unbutton your dress when he can just push it up but he takes the tedious route, always the hard way for some reason. He hooks long fingers into the waistband of your underwear and pulls until you lift your hips. Again he does his methodical folding and you file that away for later to ask him about when he isn’t lost in some kind of stupor.

It only feels nerve wracking to have him between your knees because he’s quiet. Big palms grip under your thighs and pull you toward the edge of the bed before he hitches your legs over his shoulders.

“Say it again?” Hopeful breaths huff across heated skin, nerve endings on fire suddenly with his lips so close.

You smirk at him looking eager and pitiful between your thighs, his finger already digging into soft skin, hair mussed and falling out of its slicked back order. “You’re not a loser.”

[starphires]

STAY AT HOME WIFE.

୨୧ PARING. girlfriend! ellie williams x gn! reader

୨୧ SUMMARY. a work break spent texting with your girlfriend has her persuading you to quit your job.

୨୧ WARNINGS. fluff, established relationship, talk of shitty customers, ellie being silly and impractical, joel is alive!

୨୧ AUTHOR'S NOTE. people loved the abby text au, so i thought to make one for the one and only ellie bellie :b

masterlist. | tlou masterlist.

you

pookie smellie 👎 message

i'm on my break!

smellie

i'm on my break! FINALLY!

pookie yknow i hate that nickname you 👎 message

you

sure you do

smellie

i was just abt to tell u our son misses you you ? message

you

you just did silly smellie 👎 message

smellie

forget it...

how's work so far???

you

wait :(

tell uno that i miss him!!!!!

smellie

so the cat gets an i miss you message and not your beloved girlfriend?

you

yeah... basically smellie 👎 message

but you said you didn't like my nickname for you ☹️

i think it's super cute! you're my pookie bear!!

smellie

the bear part is kinda cute

you

all of it is cute

smellie

alr

all of it is cute

you

so

smellie

so?

you

what did my son say? smellie 👎 message

smellie

you're joking

you

am not

smellie

he's OUR son

and he did a little screech when i told him you loved message

you

he's OUR son nu uh you're the father that step up that's all smellie ! message

smellie

nu uh you're the father that step up that's all but i'm the best father there is 😌

you

you really are

i miss you baby smellie loved message

wish my lips could stretch so i could give you a kiss from anywhere smellie loved photo & message

smellie

you're really cute you loved message

now tell me abt work babe

you

horrible smellie 👎 message

i'm telling you, never ever work in retail

smellie

wasn't planning on it you haha message

you

i mean it!

bc tell me why i was minding my own business walking around the store asking if anyone needed help nd a woman stops me to hand me shirt so i could refold it-

smellie

OH

KNOCK THE BITCH OUT

you

i was beyond baffled

like hello? i get i'm a worker but i wasn't even folding clothes :( smellie 👎 message

smellie

babe i would've rocked her shit so hard n then make her fold that shirt herself you haha message

serves the ugly right

you

you really shouldn't work in retail omg you'd get fired so quick

and probably banned smellie haha message

serves the ugly right she was actually really pretty so it made it worse

smellie

she was actually really pretty so it made it worse she pulled that shit with you so that automatically makes her ugly in my book!

you should honestly just quit you ? message

you

what would i do all day :(

smellie

be cute n silly n beautiful like usual

you could be a stay at home wife

my cute little house wife you loved message

you

as much as i would love that...

in this economy?

smellie

don't worry babe

i'll take care of you

you

while working for joel?

smellie

the old man gotta retire someday then i'm gonna take over for him

then i'll get you that wrap around porch house you wanted you loved message

you

or you could build it :D smellie loved message

smellie

i'd build anything for my house wife you loved message

you

n that's why i'm bring you home some tea with popping pearls from the food court smellie ! message

smellie

thank you wifeyy you loved message

reblogs & feedback is appreciated (^ｰ^)

[slvthrs]

STARBOY | vinnie hacker

— MINORS PLEASE FUCK OFF FOR UR OWN GOOD —

your dealer is the only constant in your life but that doesn’t mean he’s the best

DRUG DEALER!VINNIE X FEM!READER

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI, use of drugs, degradation n praise kink, pet names, unprotected sex (use birth control idiots), car sex, choking, mentions of anxiety if you squint bit of grinding

word count: 2.6k

authors note: this is inspired by the weeknd song ‘starboy’

The sound of me and my friends rushing around inside my friends house is deafening, Max and Chloe are clearly drunk from pre-game drinking and lip-syncing Weeknd songs with the majority of the lyrics coming out as slurring. Ellie and Ross are in a corner trying to smoke without someone interrupting them whilst Bowie is making out with some random guy he found on the bus who clearly is on some sorta substance. 

We are supposed to be ready to go to a party at my friend Venus’ house but at this pace the only one ready is Alex who is always ready an hour before we go anywhere. I’ve finished my makeup already but I’m currently deciding between 2 outfits- a black leather skirt and a waistcoat top that shows too much cleavage to be modest (but modesty is never my goal) or denim flare pants and a cropped corset top. In the end I end up wearing the skirt but with ripped panty hose and the cropped corset top along with my favorite pair of chunky black boots and a considerable amount of silver jewelry to match with my earrings.

When I’m done changing I fluff up my hair and smudge up my eye makeup a little and put on my black mask to walk out of my room to hear Chloe wolf whistle at me who's clearly drunk out of her mind. We quickly grab our phones and ID’s and head out to find a cab. 

As my friends wail for a cab I’m busy texting my dealer- the same dealer I’ve had for years and the only one person who's never abandoned me.

vinnieee

Are you fucking drunk already?

srop being such a bitch

*stop

r u coming to venus’ house party 

Yeah I’ll be where I always am, come find me okay?

yeah yeah see u in a b it loseer

I smile and put my phone in my corset and step into the cab my friends found. We give the driver the location of the house and I put my headphones in and shuffle to some Tupac hoping that the drive will be quicker. 

We get out of the car and I immediately pull out my joint and a lighter and light it. We walk into the house to be met with booming music and my friends being pulled away from me as I instinctually walk to the back of the house and into a small room that only a few people know where it’s located- including Vinnie.

I walk in and find Vinnie sitting on a couch, manspreading, with his phone in one hand and bottle of beer in another and I find myself sitting right next to him waiting for him to acknowledge me.

“Hi princess,” He says while putting his phone back in his pocket and bringing the bottle to his lip and taking a swig. I wait and watch the way his arms flex and his Adam apple bob as he swallows the drink.

I flop my head to the side letting it rest on the back of the couch and let myself take in his outfit. It's a black Gorillaz shirt with black boyfriend jeans and some shoes that I can’t really tell in the dark, but my eyes drop to the rings on his fingers- a skull one, a cross (ironic) and a heart on with an eye in it, all silver. I locate the final piece of his outfit: a simple silver chain. 

He notices me staring, “You gonna say hi or keep checking me out sweetheart?” He raises his eyebrow and meets my gaze- fuck i’m not slick when I’m high.

“God you're so cocky- I was not checking you out Vinnie” I retorted trying to look as truthful as possible.

He pulls the joint from my hand and rolls over so his back is on the couch rather than his side and he takes a puff while throwing his hands that are closest to me behind my back, “I’m not cocky I just know when someones checking me out- and don’t call me Vinnie”

“Okay ‘Hacker’”, I try to say in the most condescending tone I can muster, “Hacker is such a dumb name to go by Vinnie it’s cooler than ‘Hacker’”

He chuckles, “It’s not meant to be cool I just don’t want random druggies to know my real name” he scrunches his nose- it’s kinda cute.

“But like why did you pick your last name that’s so fucking stupid and it reminds me of dumb fraternity guys” I pout

He moves his face so it's right in front of mine and his hot air is fanning over my face, “Whatever baby, ‘Hacker’ ‘Vinnie’, your still gonna be screaming one name by the end of the night” He says flashing his canines

I push against his chest, “That’s so fucking corny oh my lord, your such a loser” I say while his lips remain inches from mine

He cocks his eyebrow, “Yeah, I’m such a loser”, he stretches, “Wait, why are you here did you want something” 

“Oh uh yeah like 5 grams of coke or something like that” I ask, I don’t know why but asking for drugs is kinda embarrassing.

“Yeah sure come with me” He says, pulling my hands from our little room oasis to where the actual party is and I can hear ‘Starboy’ playing so instead of following Vinnie I pull him to the dance floor.

“What the fuck, what are we-” I cut him off by throwing my hands over his shoulder

“Shut up Vinnie, just listen to the song, it’s basically your life verbatim” I sway us to the beat of the song while he listens intently. 

“Huh it kinda is like my life- you were right” His hands end up on my waist as he sways us around the dance floor and adds a spin here and there.

We nearly forget what we need to do when Vinnie snaps me out of my trance, “Wait we have stuff to do” and he pulls me outside to his car.

It's some sort of black 4 seater. It looks expensive but then again I don’t know shit about cars, it has a red interior- his dealer job definitely pays off it looks like a car those sugar daddies drive.

We end up sitting in the back with our knees touching, and Vinnie is rummaging through a black duffle bag and comes out with a tiny bag of white powder.

I lean over and grab the bag and plant a kiss on his cheek ignoring the way it almost immediately gets dusted in a layer of pink. 

“Vinnie have I told you how much I love you”, I express while rummaging through my corset to find money, before he places his hand on mine and stops mine from moving.

“It’s on the house as long as you do a line with me” He says with a smirk.

I scoff and pull out the middle cup holder and grab my ID and open the tiny bag to make sure I don’t tear it and pour 2 lines and fix them with my ID and finger.

He snorts the first line closing one of his nostrils and dragging his nose along the line and inhaling. When he's done he makes a sound of exasperation and leans his head on the car seat. I copy his actions by snorting the line and leaning my head on the car seat, I close my eyes and just sit in silence for a bit- a comfortable silence letting the buzz of the coke settle in my head giving me a burst of adrenaline.

When I open my eyes I’m met with Vinnie checking me out, he does it alot but this time it’s a lot less subtle. His eyes dragged over my skin and stopped at my face. 

I close the divider between us and shuffle into his personal space, “Hey big man whatcha lookin at?”

“Your really pretty”, He says it a lot but I don’t know why he never says it sober, “I know idiot, you say it a lot” and his face leans closer to mine

I bite the inside of my cheek, he’s so close to kissing me but I’m so conflicted. If I kiss him, what if he hates it, what if I ruin our friendship, what if? But my stronger, reckless, impulsive side wins and I lean into kissing his lips with a haste peck.

And he doesn’t do anything.

Why isn’t he doing anything?

What's wrong?

Did I read the situation wrong?

Oh no I fucked up?

What if-

All my thoughts come to a halt when his hand lands under my chin grabbing it and pulling me to kiss him. I lean further into the kiss when he grabs my legs and throws them over his so I’m straddling his lap now. We keep making out as I grind onto his lap, but when I make a particular motion he throws his head back with a low groan.

This gives me the perfect moment to latch onto his neck and start sucking hickies while his hands flip up my skirt and start grabbing my ass. 

“Oh fuck that feels so good keep going” I keep sucking and roll my hips on his lap

With one last hickey I pull back and try to catch my breath, panting in heavy breaths. 

His hands return to waistband of my skirt and they start toying with the edge whilst he moves his head right next to my ear, “You sure you want this, tell me when to stop”

I just nod and he flips me onto the car seat while pulling my skirt down and he pulls his pants down so he’s just left in his boxer- thank the lord his windows are tinted.

“Wait Vinnie one sec” I sit up and I undo my corset letting it fall off me along with my phone, airpods, and lighter which were held in my corset. 

“Jesus how do you not end up so uncomfortable when having your entire purse in your shirt?”, He chuckles while I just laugh and shake my head

I pull him in for a kiss while pawing at his shirt, “Mmph Vinnieee take your shirt off” I pout

“You're so bossy” He rolls his eyes but pulls his shirt off so I can move my hand across his chest and let it run along his toned body.

His head dips down to my tits and he starts leaving love bites all over them whilst I play with his hair but I’m getting really impatient

“Vinnie” I whisper, 

“Yeah doll” He replies

“You can be rough if you want” And as I finish that breathy sentence it’s like a spark ignites in him

He takes his cock out of his boxers and he pumps it up a bit and lines it up with my hole,“Oh can I now” and as soon as he finishes his taunt he slams his cock into me and sets an unrelenting pace.

Every thrust hits my deepest spots and makes my entire body loosen up. He hovers over me and presses chaste kisses all along my body and he focuses on my collarbones and shoulders biting and licking them, it's bound to leave marks for days.

His fingers finally find my clit and a pool of heat starts to form in my belly, his hands move in synchronicity with his dick, they go in circles and they press on my clit causing me to moan loud enough for people outside to hear me.

And that’s when I remember that we’re outside and if anyone walked past the car they would hear me moaning and the car shaking. 

I quickly use my hand to cover my mouth to prevent me from any form of embarrassment. But I’m quickly met with a sound of disapproval from Vinnie.

“Nuh-uh I want everyone to hear how much of a whore you are for me, my little slut” That almost sends me over the edge, the words turning me into putty, smooth enough for him to mold however he wants me. I’ve given up full control of my body at this point, his pinning my hands above my head and I’m not going to do anything to stop him.

He keeps rucking into me, while one of his hands is pinning my hands, the other one is leaving feather touches all along my body making me feel like I’m on fire- I really hope he doesn’t notice I’m burning up.

As he keeps pounding into me I arch into him trying to chase my own release. I’m starting to squeeze around him more and I know he can tell because he’s let go of my hands and places both of them on my hips putting enough pressure on there so we both know it's going to leave bruises.

The mixture of pure ecstasy of sex and the high of cocaine sends a rush od addrenaline into me. I’ve had sex high before but never with Vinnie and never with someone as good as Vinnie.

One of his hands leaves my hip and ends up next to my head caging me in. I’ve always loved his hands, they’re bigger than mine and when they flex over his steering wheel and how they almost cover my entire face,

I wonder what it's like to have them on my neck…

I want them on my neck

I need them on my neck

So I tilt my head back and bat my eyelashes up at him hoping he’ll figure out what I want, but luck is never in my favor and he doesn’t realize what I want, so I grab his hand and place it on my neck looking back up at him,

“Are you sure baby?” He whispers

“Please” I try to come off as reassuring but it just comes out breathy

That’s all the reassuring he needs and he quickly squeezes my throat. It feels so fucking good, I roll my eyes to the back of my head and arch into his chest, I don’t see stars all I see is him hovering over me with a dumb smile and I think that if I were to die right now I wouldn’t be opposed to it.

After what seems like an eternity of no air he lets go and oxygen floods into my body as I tip my head back.

I can see him chuckling, “You're such a slut oh my lord”, while he keeps thrusting into me.

I don’t know why but he picks up my legs and throws them over my shoulder so when he thrusts into me he’s hitting deeper into me and he hit the back of my cervix

I stumble out a collection of swears and moans and I’m so close to reaching my peak and Vinnie knows it it because he’s picking up his pace and circling my clit like his life depends on it,

“C’mon doll cum for me scream out my name” and that’s what tips me over the edge my entire body comes undone and I cum screaming out his name for everyone in the parking lot to hear letting my head rest.

He come not far after with a few more thrusts, he doesn’t slip out we both the lay there on top of each other just letting the moment sink in

His weight is on top of me while I brush through his hair. I relax a bit if I were to spend my whole life with Vinnie, would that be so bad?

[ev3rgreenxtrees]

hiii could you do a nick x trans!reader where they’re out on a date in public and a fan comes up to nick for a photo and says something transphobic to the reader?

Not A Fan

-N.S

Summary; Nick and his boyfriend are on a date, when Nick gets noticed by a fan. The fan asks to take a picture, but says something vile to Nick’s boyfriend.

Pairing: Nick Sturniolo X Trans!Reader (he/him.)

Warnings: Use of the t-slur, transphobia, cussing & foul language, arguing.

“C’mon, slow poke!” You giggle, tugging at Nick’s arm, attempting to lead him into the restaurant, that Nick had a reservation for.

You two had been dating for a long time, but out of respect, Nick hadn’t taken you out to many very public places. As a trans guy, you were worried that one of Nicks’ fans would be transphobic to you, or even just anyone walking past.

Today, however, was your one-year anniversary, and you agreed to let Nick take you somewhere ‘fancy’. He had picked a well-known restaurant, one that you had been wanting to go to for a while.

“Excuse me..?” You hear a voice call out from behind you. You and Nick both turn your heads, and you were met with a girl, who seemed to be around eighteen. She smiled brightly at Nick, but completely ignored your presence. You didn’t mind much, since most of the triplets fans didn’t really acknowledge you.

“Yeah?” Nick asks, looking down at the shorter girl. Her friend stood behind her, minding her own business. She must not watch them.

“I’m a huge fan, could I get a picture..?” She asked shyly, and Nick smiled. Nick was always sweet and gentle when it came to his fans. Without them, he knows he wouldn’t be where he was today, so he was always appreciative.

“Of course. Do you mind if my boyfriend is in it?” He asks sweetly, and the girl glares at you. Her demeanor almost immediately changed.

“Yeah, I do mind, actually. I don’t want her in the picture. I don’t wanna get contaminated.” The girl rolls her eyes, handing her friend her phone. You immediately felt tears prick at your eyes. This is exactly why you hate being in public with Nick.

“What the fuck?” Nick growls, stepping away from the girl. “You fucking disgust me.” He snaps, and the girls eyes widen.

“What-? Why?” The girl asks, as if she had no clue what she did wrong. “Because I don’t want your tranny girlfriend in the picture? I’m a fan of you, not her.” The girl scoffs. Nick’s eyes widen.

“You better watch your fuckin’ mouth, you dumb bitch. Don’t think that just because you’re eighteen doesn’t mean I wont beat your ass. You are not a fan. You disgust me.” Nick growls, immediately grabbing your hand.

“What— whatever. You’re right. I’m not a fan after this shit.” She rills her eyes and turns around to walk away.

“Thank fuck. Trust me, you weren’t a fan in the first place, you stupid cunt.” Nick snarls. You stood there, in complete awe.

Obviously you felt bad for possibly ruining your date, but you felt safe with Nick.

“I’m sorry, my love,” He coos, gently rubbing your cheek. He places a small kiss to your lips.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, Nick. That was fucking amazing. Thank you.” You gape, pulling him into a hug.

“Of course. You’re my man, i’d do anything for you, baby.” Nick reassures, taking your hand in his once again, pulling you into the restaurant.

“God, I love you.” You mumble to him.

“I love you too.” He says back.

『 ↳✧･ﾟ Finn yaps❕ ;

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[dawnagustd]

the ironed blacksmith || jjk

The queen has made her list and checked it twice. She’s visiting those who have been naughty, and punishing them in ways that are oh so nice.

- Part of the Unholy Night Series.  

➻ title: the ironed blacksmith  ➻ pairing: blacksmith!jungkook x f!reader  ➻ genre: fantasy | holiday | magic | smut  ➻ word count: 1.4k  ➻ rating: 18+    ➻ warnings: unprotected sex | cum shots/cum play | overstimulation | more fat ass cock !!! | degradation | hard dom!jk | sub!reader | bdsm | sadist!jk | restraints(spreader bar) | degradation/heavy name calling (slut, bitch, whore) | controlled orgasms | pull out method | doggystyle | missionary | rough sex | mentions gagging | pain kink | this bitch is crying again | begging | wrist pinning | spanking | mentions branding | mentions teasing | mentions bullying(back story) | mentions infidelity | a bit of aftercare | we know how we end these so yeah... rip koo’s feelings | I think that’s all      ➻ author’s note: Can y’all believe we’re almost done? Thanks again @taechwitaaah for helping me clean these up. I hope everyone is enjoying themselves. Love you !!

The thing with Jungkook is… 

These bitches are always trying to fix him. And every goddamn time, they end up broken. A pair of Bambi eyes, tattoos, and pouty lips have never gotten your attention. But tonight, you’ll give him a try. 

You found the bitter blacksmith working hard on Christmas Eve while blasting his alternative rock to tune out the cheerful spirits of Heauxville. He answered the door with a scowl but couldn’t resist the urge to blow off some steam.

See, Jeon used to be a tiny kid. Some of the town’s most respected citizens used to bully him around. But those were the old days. 

Now he’s larger, stronger, and a whole lot meaner. He also has a thing for treating the town’s residents like shit, especially the wives of the ones who put him through hell. They allow Jungkook to treat them just as poorly and embarrass their family name. 

He lures them in with those dreamy eyes, and once he’s bent them over a few times, he sends them on their way. They’re ruined, and soon after—divorced and lonely. All that is left for them to do is send their lover boy gifts and hope he reconsiders denying their love.

But Jungkook’s heart is stone-cold. He doesn’t give a fuck about your feelings, darling.

…..

“Fuck! You feel so good, Jungkook.” 

Ever since Jungkook threw you down here, the only thing you’ve been able to see through your blurred vision are the raging flames from the fire. Your watery eyes create a thick film that alters your vision. The rasp in your voice sounds like you’ve been screaming for hours, and it feels like you have. You knew he’d push limits, but you’ve endured a lot more than you bargained for tonight.

You’ve been spanked and branded until your ass turned sore and red. Your cunt has been teased until you cried, and your body has been bent in every possible way. You’ve lost track of time; there’s no telling how long you’ve had your face buried in this rug, your back arched, and your ass in the air.

The straps on the spreader bar dig into your skin, but you haven’t even noticed. You’re too busy trying to remember your own name, and keep your sanity.

“Whore, did I ask you to speak?” 

Jungkook spits venom each time he speaks. You’d be lying if you said his harshness didn’t make your cunt drip. The very first time he addressed you as whore you were a mess. 

“No, but—”

He smacks your ass before you can finish, bringing a fresh wave of tears to your eyes, and arousal to your core.

“Well, shut the fuck up,” he growls in your ear. “…Or I gag you.”

You don’t take his threat lightly. If Jungkook takes away your ability to scream his name, you’ll probably lose your mind. You already can’t move an inch while being restrained in this position. You let out a sob every time his cock enters your guts.

You can understand why one would take being treated like trash; Jungkook is addicting. You can’t get enough, and even though he has a heart of ice, you know he’s loving the way you feel too.

“I told you I’d wipe that smirk right off your face, didn’t I?” he grunts.

You’re trying to hear what he’s saying, but it’s hard to do when you’re this drunk off of cock. 

When the force of his thrusts sends you flying forward, his hands are already in the position to pull you back on his dick. You have zero control of your body in this position. You’re only a couple of holes for him to fuck. And for whatever stupid reason, that makes you proud.

“Answer me, bitch!” 

He slaps your ass to grab your attention. The sting ripples and spreads all over your skin. Your arousal leaks uncontrollably, ruining the surface beneath you.

“Jungkook, please!”

He scoffs and continues to fuck you like he’s got somewhere to be after this.

“Please, what?” he asks. “Use some fucking words. If you know how.”

“I can’t hold it anymore, Jungkook,” you press.

He leans over your body and places his head on top of yours while he continues to wreck you from behind. 

“You’re pathetic.”

“I know,” you whisper. “I’m sorry.”

He frees you from your restraints and flips you over. His eyes are dark and filled with desire. You know he’s about to give you everything he has, and you are more than thankful to accept.

“Keep your eyes on me, and I’ll think about it,” he mutters. 

Jungkook opens your legs, creating space for himself. You try to pull him closer, but he quickly pins your hands above your head. “And don’t fucking touch me either.”

He enters your pussy before you can apologize. It wouldn’t have been sincere anyway. You’re desperate; you’ll say anything right now.

“Fuck!” you gasp.

Jungkook’s cock isn’t just thick. It fills you and still has inches to spare.

“This is the only thing sluts like you are good for… Lying on your back and taking cock.”

You spread your legs wider as if he can go any deeper.

“Use me, then.” 

It’s more of a plea than a request, but Jungkook complies, nevertheless. Your legs wrap around him when his movements quicken. 

Jungkook’s grunts and moans let you know he’s as close to his release as you are.

Your needy voice calling out his name only motivates him to fuck you harder. Your pussy quivers for more and more, and he continues to feed you until you’re satisfied. You’re suddenly overwhelmed with pleasure and Jungkook senses your orgasm rolling in before you can even warn him.

“Come,” he commands.

You want to squeeze your eyes shut, but you remember his instructions and resist the urge. 

“That’s it. Come all over my dick.”

Your mouth opens to scream, but nothing comes out. Your nails dig into your palm as you try to cope with the intensity of the pleasure. The high seems to last for several minutes before you finally come down.

Jungkook waits until you’ve relaxed before he pulls out and jerks his cock until he paints your pussy with his cum, and you prop yourself up on your elbows to watch him smear it all over your abdomen and thighs.

He’s the first to speak after he’s cleaned you up with his shirt.

“You did good, baby. That was hot.”

“Yeah… It was.”

“We should do it again, you know? I don’t know anyone who can take that much.”

Jungkook helps you up. You have to grab onto his biceps to steady your wobbly legs. He finds humor in your stance; it’s the first time you’ve seen him smile. He should do it more often.

“You should know how this goes, Jungkook,” you remind him.

The blacksmith nods, coming to terms with the fact that he’s the one who’s been wrecked this time. You offer him a smile, the best you’re capable of, and prepare to leave.

“Well, goodnight. Enjoy your cookies; they smell delicious.” 

Your eyes gesture toward the freshly baked dozen you brought from Seokjin’s bakery. He’ll receive at least twenty more of them tomorrow morning.

Before you can walk away, a persistent Jungkook grabs your waist and tries to convince you to reconsider.

“Stay?” he suggests. “Have one with me?”

His eyes are so hopeful, so afraid of rejection for the first time since he was a kid. The tables have turned once again, and he hates being on this side. 

You can hear how fast his heart is beating and sense how he’s hanging on by a thin thread. It’d be hard for anyone to turn him down with the kind of expression he’s presenting to you. But unfortunately for him, you aren’t just anyone.

“Now why would I ever do something like that, Jungkook?”

You slip by him and make your way to the front door. The last thing he hears is cackling as you disappear into the night. The sound will forever give Jungkook chills.

He isn’t sure what you’ve done to him, but he doesn’t like the feeling. He wanted to yell at you, but he also wanted to beg you to stay. However, he didn’t do either of those things. Nothing came out.

…Because you left him empty.

“And they say I’m the mean one,” Jungkook thinks to himself.

[hoeforalbedo]

heyy! saw ur post ab scara and i just. my brain is full of him so here:

Scaramouche who would be hella annoying when he wants attention like he’s a fucking cat, knocking shit over on ur desk and being obnoxious bc he likes to see you frustrated (sfw)

Scaramouche who makes you thigh ride him while he works because he likes to see you whimper (nsfw/suggestive)

idk how helpful these r but yeah!

Scaramouche x afab!reader

Summary: Scara is a terrible boss. You hate him but you love him. Modern AU

warnings:mentions of female genitals, sex, making out, cursing, thigh-riding, Scara being a bitch, idk tell me if I missed anything

SFW

Scaramouche is the worst boss you've ever had. Well it is your first time being a secretary for a very large company and of course you plan to be on your best behavior and be a great role model for everyone.

Someone, however, stirs you from going down that path. How can a CEO be so obnoxious?? First, he makes you do most of his work for him. He would give you stacks of papers and expects you to finish it for him when he's the one who should be doing it. "Just stamp my authorization or something. I don't really care what you do with the ones you don't like. Stamp it or not." He would then go out for some coffee or wine, whatever floats his boat.

This man even has the audacity, when he's bored, to sit on your desk, look through the papers, and throw them at every corner of the room. "You're looking quite frustrated, makes me want to annoy you even more," He would smirk.

"I’ll make sure you don’t have that satisfaction then,” You smirk, trying to talk back. You really can't really push him away because he is your boss and he knows it. He enjoys the power over you and he would continue to tease you.

 "Oh please, I’m always good at my own game.” He slaps down a few more files and reaches over to mess up your hair. “I expect you to get this done asap. It's for the conference tomorrow. Better get working, busy bee." He would smirk while he leaves you, huffing and turning red from frustration. 

Even when you’re very busy, he’ll still give you things to do. “Hey busy bee, my office is getting dirty. Sweep and mop it for me.”

“I’m not the janitor,” You would say with an attitude and roll your eyes. He’s always like this.

“I’m still your boss so you can either make you stay overtime or you clean,” He says and he doesn’t really mean it. You, however, were scared because he can and will do that. Honestly, what he wanted was to have you in his office and just look at you. You however, have been playing his game for too long and you plan to bite back.

NSFW

Now you are sweeping up the floor with the broom he provided for you and you would occasionally bend over to sweep under shelves and desks. Your pencil skirt would go up a bit, exposing more of your thigh. Your skirt also perfectly enunciates your ass and Scara would be lying if he said he didn’t have a boner right now.

As for what you saw, you can’t help but think that Scara belongs behind that desk, wearing the most expensive of clothes. He looks very hot with the way he works, when he does decide to. He looks so serious and domineering when he orders and punishes his employees.

You bite your lip as the only place left to sweep is his area. “Excuse me,” You innocently say, your excuse being that you need to sweep under his desk. Scara moves his chair back and you bend over, right in front of him unintentionally seducing him yet you don’t really mind anyways. It’s time that the hating game ends. 

“If you wanted to fuck you could have just said so,” Scaramouche scoffs. His laid back on his office leather chair, tie loosened and a few of the buttons undone. 

You roll your eyes in annoyance and just when you were about to make a cock comeback, you thought of a much better idea. “Thanks for giving me the permission.” And so, you straddle him, to which he did not expect, and you can feel the bulge in his pants against your heat. “Allow me to indulge myself,” You smile and capture his lips in yours. 

Scara gradually eases himself and takes control, placing both hands on your hips as you cup his face. The kiss is sensual and passionate, letting go of all pent up hate and turning it to lust. Love and hate are very much one of the same things.

He slides your skirt up to your stomach and gropes your ass. You moan into his mouth. You're feeling hot with anticipation. He’s so close to where you want him to touch you. You’re soaked, waiting for him to fuck your hole. Scara loops the waist of your underwear on his finger and pulls it down. You aid him, standing up and allowing them to drop onto the floor.

Just when your panties are discarded, a ring from his work phone is heard. It’s an important phone call that he’s been anticipating. Before he picks up the phone, he says, “Oh we’re not done. Ride my thigh and get yourself off. If you are good, then I’ll give you what you want.”

Being the obeying secretary you are, your legs are between his thigh and your clit is directly on the fabric of his pants. You hiss at the sensation but you can’t help but want more. “You know what to do but keep quiet for me. It’s a very important call.”

And so, you are humping his thigh like a desperate whore, burying your face into his neck to keep quiet. As you do so, he’s talking professionally on call putting up the domineering aura as he gives orders.

It’s so hard to grind yourself down. The fabric of his pants only makes you more sensitive every time it brushes your swollen clit. It’s also not enough for you. Although it stimulates you, nothing compares to when you’re getting filled up with a finger circling your bud. 

You’re shaking but you’re also slowing down. Trying to chase a high that wont come. Scara isn’t helping much either. Now he is chatting up the person on the other side of the phone, purposely taking his time with the call. As he does so, a hand holds onto your hip, aiding you to get yourself off.

If only the call would just end. He is sadistic for enjoying watching you act desperate and grinding on his thigh while you hold back moans. It’s almost as if he doesn’t want to leave the call just so that he could watch you get off on just humping him. Lucky for you, he really does want to fuck you and after a while, he got bored of the call and ended it.

“Since you’ve been very good, I’ll fuck you now.”

[feelbokkie]

Sorry, I Love You | Chapter 10

pairing: Jeongin x fem reader

genre/warnings: smau, crack, angst, fluff, non!idol au, friends to lovers, unrequited love, will they, won’t they dynamic, abusive relationship, alcohol abuse/alcoholism, emotional/psychological abuse

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

warnings: swearing, mention of food and eating, hints of past abuse (nothing explained or depicted)

summary: Jeongin is in love with his best friend and he has been ever since he met her back in high school. He’s not sure how Y/n feels about him and in order to persevere their friendship, it’s a secret he keeps to himself. But when Y/n starts showing interest in one of their new neighbors, Jeongin starts to worry about the future of their relationship.

taglist: CLOSED

word count: 3,447

screenshot count: 6 (plus bonus picture)

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“…I talked to the guy who ran the place and he’s going to let us borrow a car for free.” Ryujin while lifting one of the tables, Yeji lifts from the other end.

“So I don’t get to demolish a car with a sledgehammer? C’mon, Ryu, you're killing me. Let me do something," Beomgyu whines, dropping his side of the table and flopping down to the group. Yeonjun struggles to keep the table from dropping on his foot, shooting a glare at him that would definitely send him six feet under if Beomgyu was the type of person who gave a fuck.

"Don't you have props to get?" Jisung asks, setting up the chairs around the tables that are already in place.

"Yeah, but I don't get to make anything. Jeongin and Y/n have been going with me to thrift stores to find everything and it's boring. My creative expression is being stunted!" He screams, his voice bouncing on the walls.

"So was Changbin's height but you don't hear him bitching and moaning about it," Jeongin mutters, walking back into the room with Changbin. Changbin stops dead in his tracks and just stares at him,

"I was literally just minding my own business..." Changbin breathes to himself before going to help Yeonjun move the table.

"Speaking of shopping, I'm reminding all of you that you should be sending me your receipts so I can reimburse you with the money from the film grant. And no, coffee and food does not count as a film expense." Ryunjin sighs as she and Yeji set the table down.

You sit in the corner of the room with Hyunjin, helping him write the name place card name tags for everyone. You focus on working on the tags for the crew while Hyunjin works on the cast. You know he only offered so you wouldn't have to see Soobin's name. It's moot, you've already mentally prepared yourself to see him in person for the first time since you broke up with him. Seungmin's already come up to you three times to remind you that don't have to be there today. But you can't avoid him forever, so why not start now? At least you're surrounded by all of your friends.

"Oh good, you guys are done." Seungmin walks in with Chaeryeong in tow, both of them carrying a small stack of scripts. The pair of them set the scripts on the table you and Hyunjin are sitting at.

"You guys don't have to staple those. Lia and Tae are coming over right now to do that." Chaeryeong says as she stretches her arms.

You nod your head as you set your last card in a neat little pile. You look at Hyunjin, who is smirking to himself as he also places his last card in this pile.

Yeonjun and Beomgyu start setting out the food they brought on the tables designated for the crew. Jeongin gestures for you to sit by him as he quietly helps spread out utensils. You quietly take your seat just as Beomgyu slides a bowl over to you.

"Thanks," You softly smile at Beomgyu.

"Time to eat like our lives depend on it because we have about 15 minutes before the actors get here," Yeji says quickly, sitting down and immediately opening her food.

All of you eat in silence, too focused on trying to finish your food before everyone gets there. Nobody says anything as you and Jeongin share your food, a habit that the two of you developed early in your relationship. It started when you couldn't decide what to eat one day for dinner with the group, having to decide between two things and unsure which to choose. They both sounded good, but being new to Korean food at the time, you weren't sure which one you should get. Jeongin offered to order one of the meals and split it with you while you got the other one and did the same. Now, anytime you two are eating, you split the meal.

***

You help Kai clean up the tables while the rest of the crew choose their seats at their respective tables. Taehyn and Lia sit by the door, ready to hand the actors their scripts and name cards. Yuna is around somewhere, running a last-minute errand for Seungmin since she didn't need to be at the table read today, but came anyway after finishing classes early for the day.

You toss the trash in the bin and head back to take your spot next to Jeongin. You quietly dig around your backpack for your copy of your script. When you find it, you gently set it down on the table along with a pencil to take notes later. You look over at Jeongin, who tosses his script on the table with a notebook and a few pens. It's laughable how different your scripts are. Yours is still neat and mostly perfect while Jeongin's is already falling apart, all bent corners and tattered pages. You'd think he's had his copy for years.

"Ever heard of a binder? Or a folder at least?" You joke, flipping through his pages. There are doodles and notes scribbled in the margins; possible visual effects that might play out during a scene filled with a bunch of question marks and "ask Seungmin"s.

"Makes my backpack all bulky," He rolls his eyes at you, gently taking his script from your prying eyes.

"I've seen the inside of your backpack. You barely have anything in it, you can handle a little bulk." You point at his empty bag, lying open on the floor.

"Yeah? And where am I--"

Bam!

Jeongin is cut off by the classroom door suddenly opening. Everyone stops what they're doing to see who, or what, caused the door to open so violently. You quirk your eyebrow as you watch both Felix and Chan standing at the door, panting heavily. Felix collapses on all fours, trying to catch his breath while Chan leans on the door frame, his head resting on his forearm.

"Didn't your class end like 5 minutes ago?" Lia questions, her hands hovering over the name cards unsure of if she should look for them or get them some water.

"Y...yeah...we...we came...straight her...here," Chan pants, squeezing his eyes shut like he's seeing stars.

"Isn't it on the other side of campus?" Ryujin questions this time, walking over with water bottles for both men.

Felix takes the bottle before looking up. His eyes scan the room before they land on you and then he looks directly across from you. Wordlessly, he crawls over to the table on the other side of the room. He picks the chair directly across from you and climbs into it, "Fucking booked it...n...needed...to...'fore... before...zoo in..."

"Zoo in?" Yeonjun's face twists in confusion and concern at Felix's words.

"Ah, it's a long story, he..." Changbin glances at you for a second, "he's talking about he who shall not be named."

"Lord Voldemort?" Both Jisung and Beomgyu question in unison, tilting their heads in the same direction.

"Oh my fucking god," Hyunjin throws his head in his hands.

You watch as Chan finally moves from the door and slumps into the seat next to Felix, the water bottle in his hand now empty. Still trying to catch his breath, his hand flies to Felix's back rubbing it. Chan makes eye contact with you. He stares for a moment before he winks.

It finally clicks that both Felix and Chan ran a marathon across campus to ensure they would get there before Soobin did. You know that the three of them, along with Minho, have similar schedules and they're all in the same class that just let out. The fact that two of your friends have to inconvenience themselves makes you feel weird inside, and not in a good way. Terrible even, like you're burdening them with your personal problems. Your hands drop from the table top and into your lap, wringing your hands. Your nails digging into your skin. You break eye contact, focusing on the dirty carpet instead. There's a dark spot that you can only assume used to be a piece of gum, black and hardened from months of being stepped on and neglected.

"Where's Minho? Did you guys use him as a sacrifice or something to slow him down?" Changbin hands both Chan and Felix their scripts and name cards.

"No, he went to get us food because he 'wasn't going to do all that.' But I think he was just hungry. We've been busy since early this morning. The photography students were doing headshots so we beat the crowd." Felix explains, finally sitting up.

You freeze as you feel Jeongin's hand goes on top of both of yours. It's enough to snap you out of your slight daze. You turn to look up at him, only to be met with the back of his head. He's busy talking to Beomgyu about something, you're not even sure how he knew what you were doing. He wiggles your hands apart, taking the one closest to him into his hand and squeezing it tight all while not pausing his conversation. You can't control the small smile that creeps up on your face. Somehow, Jeongin's touch is pulling you out of your head a bit. You squeeze his hand back as a thank you.

The two of you sit like that for a while, quietly engaging in separate conversations. Slowly, more actors fill the room and take their seats. Minho finally comes in and brings Felix and Chan their food before taking his seat on the other side of Felix.

“Tch,” You didn’t see Soobin walk into the room, you were too focused on your conversation with Yuna. But the all too familiar annoyed sound was enough to make everything around you free.

You quickly yank your hand out of Jeongin’s and set it back in your lap. You look in the direction of where the noose came from in time to make eye contact with Soobin before he shakes his head and turns his attention back to Taehyun. You notice Soobin’s around a girl with familiar thick black curly hair.

Nico.

You know a little too much about her. After your break up with Soobin, you spent a little bit of time researching her. Mulling over how much better she is than you. She’s a freshman and an acting major too, so there’s no coincidence that she’s here. She must have auditioned and got a role. Part of you wants to go up to her right now and tell her to run but another part tells you not you. That it’ll somehow backfire on you if you say anything. You’re not even sure what they are. Part of you thinks he's doing this to get back at you, to hurt you still just because he knows he can. A larger part of you is worried for her.

Trapped in your brain, you’re on autopilot as the table read starts. You don’t register any of what’s being said. You introduce yourself when it’s time but after that, you’re back in your head, staring at the space on the table being occupied with your script. You're not needed for the table read anyway. Maybe you should have listened to everyone and just went home after class. It's been months but Soobin still holds so much over you. You don't hear the welcome speeches from Seungmin, Ryujiun, Jisung, and Hyunjin. You barely hear something about credits and zero-tolerance policies. You don't even register when the actors start to actually read the script. Everyone's voice blurs into one large unrecognizable one. Everyone's voice but Soobin's. 

You definitely should have listened to Seungmin and gone home after class. You don't notice how Jeongin turns the pages for you to keep you on track. You barely notice the tap of his knee against yours until he slides over a piece of paper towards you.

Your head rests on the car door, the cool air blowing on your face. You and Jeong drove around for a little bit with the wind blowing through your hair. Washing your worries away. Or maybe but pushing them back for a moment.

You don't remember the table read. You checked out for most of it, having read the script previously you didn't really need to pay attention anyway. Not that you could even if you wanted to. Not when Soobin was in the same room with you, flirting with some other girl. Not when your eyes kept meeting during bouts of stolen glances.

“Do you ever wish you could run away as far as you can in one direction and just start over wherever you stop?” You sigh, leaning back into your seat. Your eyes focus on the water in the lake that Jongin parked in front of. You're not entirely sure where the two of you are. You don't really care.

“I have... a little over half a tank of gas left. If we keep going straight, we should be able to hit Busan." Jeongin hums, "It’s a port city so we could become fish merchants or something. Or we could probably drive straight into the ocean if you’re feeling adventurous. Maybe we’ll find the lost city of Atlantis.”

You turn to Jeongin, tilting your head to the side like a confused puppy, “We?”

“Yeah," He scoffs like it was so obvious that he was meant to go with you. "what kind of best friend would I be if I let you run away by yourself? Plus, my life would be so boring without you. I get sad thinking about how you might not be able to stay after your student visa expires after graduation.”

“I might come back." You pull down the sleeves of your jacket, suddenly feeling cold. "I know the industry better over here than the one back home.”

You play with the hem of your sleeves for a bit. It's been on the back of your mind lately. Moving back home and leaving South Korea for good when you graduate. Not because you want to, but because your visa has an expiration date. You could always apply for a work visa but without the promise of job security, it's proving harder for you to be able to find a way to stay. You don't want to leave your friends and abandon the life you've built for yourself but it's not as simple as wanting to stay.

“If they won’t let you back, I could just marry you so that they have to,” Jeongin says softly.

You're not sure if you've heard him properly. Your body runs cold despite your large jacket. “What?”

“I-I said you can marry one of us guys so you can legally stay,” He turns his face away from you, rubbing the back of his head. His neck and ears quickly becoming red.

“Hm, yeah." You hum, facing forward again, focusing on the white birds that landed on the water. "Don’t know how my parents will feel about that but if push comes to shove…”

“My parents are…strict so they might not let it slide but they’ll warm up to you. It’s impossible to know you and not like you,”

“It took you a while,” You laugh, remembering how long it took Jeongin to warm up to you.

“That’s…a long story,”

“We have time." You sit up straight, adjusting your seatbelt across your torso. "We’re driving into the ocean to become merpeople right? That’s about 5 hours, give or take.”

Jeongin lets out a loud cackle-like laugh that you've only heard a handful of times, “You don’t even know how to swim!”

“I’ll grow gills,”

“That’s not how that works!”

“Why are you yelling at ms? This was your plan,”

“Your first mistake was going along with it.”

You turn your full body to face Jeongin, holding your seatbelt in your hand so it doesn't choke you. “And my second mistake?”

“Thinking that we would turn into merpeople and not just drown.” He finally sets the car keys in the cupholder between the two of you

“You wouldn’t let me drown,” You say with a level of certainty that you're confident with. You're not sure why, but somehow you know that Jeongin would never let anything bad happen to you if he had anything to do with it. And if he's the one driving, he's definitely not putting you in harm's way.

“You’re right, I would never let you drown,”

“Wait, isn’t Busan next to the Yellow Sea? Atlantis was supposed to be in the Atlantic Ocean, hence the name Atlantis.”

“Well, shit...We’ll find something down there. I’m sure of it.”

The two of you sit in relative silence for a while. Watching the sky shift from blue to pink to orange while music softly plays from Jeongin's phone. Occasionally, he'll hum along to the song. Quietly, so as to not disrupt the peace in the car.

"My Korean isn't great" You start suddenly, "but I'm painfully aware that our friends think I'm a fucking idiot because of my feelings for Soobin."

"I'm sure they don't--"

"I'm not saying that so you can cheer me up. I know already. I saw it in their faces every single time I told them we got back together. It's just..."

"Just what?"Jeongin questions as he lowers the music on his phone.

You stare out at the water, watching as the birds from earlier finally fly away. You're not sure if you should continue, but you take a deep breath and do so anyway.

"Look, I know he's not a good person, you don't have to tell me that. I was there. I lived it. I relive it in my dreams. But sometimes, just when I think I'm done for good, I see a glimpse of the old Soobin and I think 'This time will be different.' And it is... for a little bit. And then I lose him all over and I'm in a new circle of hell."

"Y/n..."

"A large part of me knows I don't deserve any of this. But there is a small, incessantly annoying part of me that is somehow louder telling me that I'm not going to find someone who will love me more than Soobin does...did."

"You're wrong," He says simply.

"Hm?" You hum, turning your head in his direction.

You watch as Jeongin's mouth opens and closes repeatedly, no sound going past his lips. He's at a sudden loss for words, like he knows what to say but he's not sure that he should say it. He quickly squeezes his tight shut before sighing.

"I j-just meant that...our friends. We all love you. There are 17 people who love you, not including your family. But our friend group already ratios him so, you're wrong."

"You know that's not what I meant..."

"I know!" He groans, hitting his head on the headrest "I know, just--someone out there loves you more than Soobin ever did. Trust me. Just...just don't...give up. Don't go back to him and don't give up. Please?"

"Do you...know something that I don't?"

The tension in the car is so thick, that you're not sure how either one of you are still breathing. Jeongin has trouble meeting your eyes. He faces forward, chewing on his lower lips as he thinks. He pinches the bridge of his nose before finally turning to you.

"It's just a feeling I have in my gut. Honest to God, I know nothing. And you know how religious I am."

"So religious that you don't even go to Church."

"Don't start with me, I already get that from my mother weekly." He groans before turning to you. "Look, you trust me, you always have. Trust me on this: someone out there loves you so much that your happiness means more than their own. And when you're ready, they'll...they'll appear in your life. So don't go back to that asshole because you think he's it for you. Because he's not."

There's a tone in Jeongin's voice that you're not used to hearing. He's serious. You can't remember the last he wasn't fucking around. He's almost always joking. He rarely gets mad and he even rarely gets serious. At least, not around you.

You take it in the hardened expression on his face. The thin line his lips form. The lines in his forehead from his eyebrows furrowing. The pleasing look in his eyes begging you to believe him, even though you always have.

You give him a small, yet tired smile, "I trust you, Jeongin."

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[alevicke]

Killers getting sick x gn!reader

- Huntress, Ghostface, Spirit and Shape -

No TWs needed as long as I'm concerned, but Danny is a bitch

(I'm sorry for any mistakes! English isn't my native language and I'm not used to writing because I feel too embarrassed of my English. I hope you still like it and enjoy it 🙏)

**Anna ( The Huntress)**

At first, she tries to ignore it

It starts with her coughing and sneezing sometimes but like, it's the forest, it could be a bit of dust annoying her

But it just keeps increasing

And God is she stubborn, she doesn't want to pay attention to it. She is busy, she has things to do, killing survivors and practicing throwing hatches won't be done all on its own

You can see it's getting worse

She's probably getting fever

But it doesn't matter how much you insist she doesn't want to listen to you

That's until she can't even throw and axe due to how much she's coughing and sneezing. Her nose is stuffed so badly

That's when she stops being a wolf and becomes your puppy

She apologizes for not listening to you

Please don't be too hard on her

You know she's stubborn and she's used to showing she's strong and not showing weaknesses

She had to survive through so much after all

But now she's your whiny puppy and wants your attention

Please, be by her side

Even if she doesn't like taking off her mask, she trusts you enough to do it

I mean, she doesn't want to sneeze on the mask and ruin it

But she always keeps an eye on it

She wants your attention so much now

Your hugs, your kisses, your pets

She's not used to showing she's weak but she knows she can trust you

Although she'll still be careful that others do not know her codnition

Some people (Danny) might get annoyed and try to take advantage of the situation when they normally could not go against her

Once she gets better she'll still be clingy appreciating everything you did for her

Although you may be the one getting sick now after being around a sneezing Anna the whole time...

**Danny (Ghostface)**

You know? Danny is not really that mindful

He's kind of annoying and childish sometimes

The first time he sneezed in a cleenex he literally looked for you, paper in hand

"LOOK HOW GREEN AND GROSS IT IS"

The other times he sneezes he's being an annoying bitch and won't even cover his mouth

He might even directly point at you just to mess with you and laugh at you

That's until he realizes he was getting sick and it wasn't just normal sneezing

"Oh fuck"

Yeah, he finally realizes he was sneezing on you while being sick and could have gotten you sick as well

He's so goddamn dramatic as soon as he has a tiny bit of fever

"Oh god, oh Lord. OH ENTITY. I think I'm dying S/O. That's it. I'm done. I'm fucked up. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel!"

He barely even has a fever. His nose is stuffed and that's about it

Every time he coughs he tries to make it sound even worse than the clown

He's so loud

And you just KNOW he wants your attention

If he doesn't get it that way he'll start calling you

"Baby... Sweetheart... Honey... Please... Sweetie... I need you... PLEASE..."

Please, go. The names will get even chessier

"My sweet baby... My cute angel... Light of my life..."

You actually wonder if he's just messing with you

"My sweet spicy Pumpking Starbuck's Coffee..."

Ok Danny fuck off

He finally grabs your attention and is a whiny baby the whole time about pain, sneezes and everything

When he finally recovers he'll be bragging around that he didn't even "notice" that he was sick

Nope, so brave, all on his own. Yeap

He'll still appreciate you and will thank you in private

But he thinks he has an status and appearance to maintain (no one actually gives a shit about him)

**Rin (The Spirit)**

It started as a few normal sneezes

Uhmm, weird. She doesn't usually sneeze

At least not more than once

She still decides to go to the trial like nothing

But it's easy to spot there is something wrong

She cannot keep up with the survivors as good as she usually can

They of course take advantage of that and rush the generators and throw some pallets on her

She takes even longer than usual to recover from the pallet and flashlights make her even more blind

She struggles and covers her face and head after the flashligh

She can feel her head starts to hurt and you can sense her behaviour is being off and weird

If you're in the trial you can offer yourself as the only sacrifice although she would rather not doing it

You can insist though, you don't want the entity punishing her when you can feel something is wrong

If she accepts she'll be gentle (I mean, as gently as you can be hooking someone like a dead pig meat)

Once you two are alone, you put your hand in her forehead to feel her temperature raised

She will complain that she's fine but she's smart, she knows she isn't

She just wants you to go away so she doesn't get you sick as well

If you keep insisting she will let you take care of her

But don't expect her to request nor call you if she needs something. She's too worried of annoying you

So please, visit her often to see how she is going

She will appreciate your help so much, really, a lot

And also your company. She feels so lonely

Still she will ask you not to get too close to avoid getting sick

She would feel awful if you do

No kisses nor hugs while she's sick! 100% forbidden

But as soon as she recovers she'll make up for all those hugs and kisses missed and will bath you in them 💖

**Michael Myers (The Shape)**

The unfeeling rock. Not a sound, not a noise, not a word

Wait, was that a sneeze?

Oh shit it was

You didn't ever hear a word from him, besides grunts and growls this is probably the first time you hear a different sound from him

Oh, he coughed

As exciting as it could be to hear new interactions and voices from your boyfriend, you know something's terrible wrong

This guy can easily tank any illness on his own, he's too proud and solitary

His health is also on spot, so he NEVER gets sick

But once he does... Shit's gonna get real

Out of all the killers, he gets the sickest of them all

Some of them could argue that he gets worse than even Plague sometimes

He will stay in bed and not request your help but he actually does need some help

His fever is high, he's trembling and his nose is stuffed

Getting is mask off will be the hardest job you'll ever have in your life, I promise

And still, you probably won't even manage to take it off completely, just enough to encoder his lips and nose

And good luck keeping this guy in bed. He will try to get up for absolutely everything

He hates standing in bed and standing still when it's not about stalking someone. The patience he has just disappears

He'll be an absolute mess in bed but you taking care of him truly helps him 💖

He won't say it, but once he's healed, you can notice he's following you around like a puppy a lot more

He becomes way more overprotective and expect to have his hand all the time in your shoulder or back

He cannot thank you vocally but you can feel his appreciation through these kinds of actions

And oh Entity have mercy in the poor soul who dares to mistreat you while he's with you

[thefourthwifeoftengenuzui]

Hiiii bonten Rindou hc???? Pleaseee. Love him frr

To be honest, I intended for this to be almost exclusively for haikyuu… BUT FOR YOU MY FRIEND! *pounds chest* I SHALL GIVE YOU THE RINNY OF YOUR DREAMS. Also you didn’t specify what kind you want so ima give you my finest shit, which happens to be my head cannon prowess. (Totally not because I hate writing dialogue, no,no, that’s so stupid 😳) Also important side note: I aint spend days finishing the Tok rev manga not to use it tf outta here. Tokrev and Jjk content is welcomed proudly.

idk if I’ll make a part 2, but on the off chance I do, look foreword to girldad Rinny content.

status: unedited

warnings: cursing, slightly sexual situations (but no smut), mafia bs, blood? Fluffy bullshit, Rindou being a dick hole, the ick, my bad Spanish

💜Bonten Rindou Hataini. Headcannons~💜

The first thing off the bat, I definitely think he is on the demisexual spectrum. I know everyone else be saying that he would be all about just sleeping around like that, but to be honest, I think that that’s more of a Ran thing. I feel like the only reason he would go to strip clubs and shit like that for work, and would actually be really grossed out when people would coddle him. If he was to have a significant other, it would have to be someone he has known for a long time, or from his old delinquent days. My best idea would be a calm friend who would give him the notes from his skipped classes. And in return he’d take them out for food or some shit. Somewhere along the way y’all would just be like, “we’re totally together right?” “Duh, why else would I put up with you.” Yeah he a lil bitch.

Any way, as for him as an adult, all I gotta say is “Mmmm Papí ¿quieres una besito?~”. Like Jesus Christ man has no right being this freaking fine. Sexy Jellyfish ass boy

Yakuza Daddy🥵. This man will spoil the everlasting shit outta you, and go to Walmart for his own shit. But had does it in the most obnoxious way possible. He gets you a necklace? “Hey babe, gotchu this, your old one was musty af, take better care of your shit.” Awww you want a new dress? “Sure babe, but just know that thing barely covers shit, and will be gone by the end of the night.” You want something just random? “Wtf am I a walking ATM? No, pick it tf up, I’m buying it, you can’t stop me. Quit arguing before I buy you 3 more.”

But when it comes to himself? Yeah he only indulges in suits and Jordan’s. Other than that, he has an avengers shirt he had since he was 12 and a pinball machine. That’s the extent of his possessions. Well that and the watch you got him for his birthday, but shhhhh he can’t let you know he cares ewwwww.

Man is literally the biggest (for lack of better word) Tsundere. Like Top three in anime. Like you got 1.Kageyama 2.Sasuke 3. Him. Like manz would rather die than say he cares. His love language is quality time and gift giving, so he’s more show you he loves you, but won’t say it first. The kinda mf that when you say I love you to them say, “Yeah I know, I love me too if only there was someone out there who loved you.” Like manz is so obvious I wanna kiss him to shut him the fuck up. (I think I have a type.) like bro the me love you tf?

In terms of icks there is one thing I no for fact. This mf wears socks to bed. And not the cute fluffy kind. The musty ass crusty socks he wore all day, then stepped in water, and now you gotta deal with it while yall cuddling. I hate this mf.

On a more serious note, because of his Bonten Bs, he doesn’t have a lot of time for us. So we make time. His time. We just barge in during his meetings, lay across his lap, watch TikTok’s, while everyone (him) are just looking like “is this bitch serious!?” >:|

Anyways, because he’s so busy all the time, the majority of what he wants to do when he gets home is just to sprawl out on the couch and just stay there. You can cuddle with him too or whatever he doesn’t mind🙄. But fair warning, he’s the kinda dude who is only ever in the mood for either ww2 documentary’s or like deep sea documentary’s. Like mf has the same movie taste as my dad, I can’t with him. It’s a good day when you can convince him to try something actually entertaining. And you know what he picks? The Fucking exorcist. He’s an asshole. The kinda dude to pretend he’s unfazed, but his left leg physically won’t stop shaking.

speaking of movies, I know I say this every time, but scream Halloween costumes. Yes. Give me Rinny as ghostface please, I’ll freaking sell my soul. Especially if it’s not the robe but one of the like dry fit and leather harness- *incomprehensible pterodactyl noises* 🥵

anyway back to cuddling, his go to position is literally the Hakari and Kirara thing. Like this mf will always have a hand on your ass. He doesn’t like PDA but this? Yeah you can’t stop him. He is an ass guy, it’s just where his hand naturally gravitates.

I cannot explain the urge to play daddies home by usher every time I see him. Like he and my baby daddy Gojo have partial custody over that song. Like bro. Yes.

Tbh I don’t see him having a big wedding. Or any wedding. I think his thing would be just handing you his debit card and saying “pick some shit out. No, don’t worry bout the price I’m rich for a reason.” And after that yall just elope to some tropical place across the planet for like a month.

speaking of travel it’s a pretty common thing for you. Just that it’s always last minute. Like bro don’t even give you time to brag to the your friends. Man just pulls up 10 minutes before y’all need to go to the airport and says, “get ready, we’re going to France. How long? Idk a month? Boo hoo bitch. Stay home then. Mhm that’s wtf k thought”. Manz is such an ass but you gotta love a walking wallet.

My last thought I’m gonna share is how he physically won’t use nicnames. Like babe is the physically most he can bring himself to do. Maybe baby. He gives himself the ick every time he thinks of doing anything else

all in all, he’s the one who is always there for you, and expects the same. He’s a great guy, under all the stress and yakuza bs. Treat him well, or I’ll treat him better😤

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ sorry this took me so long to write, I’m working on another request too, and more importantly, my final exams for collage, love that. But even do, if you liked this, please like and request something, and I will definitely be posting. Love y’all so much, I’ll see yall later.

[klaustozier]

owner ; chishiya

SUMMARY: Chishiya owns a company and calls the marketing manager into his office to solve some problems and now the two have to be quiet for the rest of the office not to hear them.

this is smut, be aware with what you read!

warnings: chishiya x fem!reader, daddy kink, voyeurism, ownership kink, use of workplaces in working hours for non-corporate purposes, light spanking, slapping, choking, spit kink, degradation kink, breeding kink, aftercare, Chishiya is cute after being a motherfucker <3

word count: 4.1k

english is not my first language, so i'm sorry for any mistakes.

i hope you enjoy it.

It was Monday. Chishiya had requested that you come to his office so you could have a meeting that morning. You thought it was odd, because you could see on the calendar that he was busy. Maybe the meeting got canceled and the calendar didn't update, so you just accepted it.

At nine-twenty, the woman went to the office of Shuntaro Chishiya, the owner of the company. You were the manager of the marketing department and there were some promotions they were doing. Probably Chishiya wanted to discuss how the projects of this promotion were going.

"Hello, Mr Shuntaro", you said, closing the door behind you.

"Hello, miss," he smiled. The desire to die that rose in you when he smiled at you was unbearable, Chishiya was so beautiful, "Please, come here", you approached the chairs in front of Chishiya's table and started to sit down, but you were stopped, "Take the chair and come here beside me, miss, please. I want you to look at some things with me."

Promptly, you grabbed the chair and pulled it to stand beside him, sitting down quietly, "Is something wrong, mister Shuntaro?"

"Actually, there is. I don't know if you remember Saturday", he began, without opening anything on his computer, he had his email open, but that was it. You frowned at him, you didn't know what he was talking about, but when your mind calculated what had happened on Saturday, your little eyes widened. Chishiya smirked and grabbed her face, "but I remember well…", on Saturday they had gone out to a managers' dinner with him and you couldn't just rub against the boss, nobody knew they had an affair, however that didn't stop you from flirting with Arisu, manager of the export department, "you were having so much fun of Arisu, we should just be having dinner and you were flirting…"

"Mister Shuntaro…", you tried to say, but he squeezed your face harder, making you tremble.

"You were flirting like a whore, then go home with me, suck my cock while I drive and let me fuck you in my kitchen, right?", you kept quiet and he slapped your face, making you gasp , "Right?"

"Yes, it is, daddy," you answered softly.

"Yeah…", he nodded, "And I'm fucking horny and only you can help me. Fucking bitch", he snarled.

"We're at work, daddy," you commented quietly.

"I know", he smirked, "So that means you're going to have to be quiet and unfortunately I won't be able to slap that fucking ass as much as I want, it might get attention, but this little face", he smirked and gave you another a slap, "I can have fun."

"Daddy," you whispered, not knowing what to say because the throbbing in your pussy was driving you crazy.

"I wonder if you're still calling me that it's because you want to know where my idea goes, am I wrong, sweetie?", he asked, his eyes dark.

"You are always right, daddy", you smiled adorably having your neck grabbed and he kissed you.

The kiss was desperate, without rhythm. You were pulled by the waist, being sat on Chishiya's lap, more specifically, on one of his legs, one of his big hands squeezed your ass and forced you against his thigh. A soft moan escaped your lips as you kissed him. Chishiya held your hair in one hand and watched you open your lips, he let saliva slide down his tongue to your before kissing you desperately again.

The kiss only broke when Chishiya's cell phone vibrated, calling their attention, "I have five minutes until my meeting starts", he commented.

"So you didn't cancel the meeting?", you asked, lips red and glistening from the kiss, your neck being held only gently.

"It is an important meeting", he replied as if it were obvious, "But it's online."

"And what about me?"

He smirked, "You're going to be pretty and quiet while I do my meeting."

"Doing…?"

"You know, sweetie…", you pursed your lips and watched him chuckle.

"But what if you do some shit that give away what I'm doing?"

"Are you doubting me, sweetie?", Chishiya challenged, raising an eyebrow.

"No, daddy."

"Great", the president of the company smiled and stroked your hair, "Good girl", he praised when you got up and knelt down in front of him, sitting over your legs under his desk, fitting perfectly. Chishiya unzipped his pants and called you with a finger, "Come make daddy happy."

You pulled Chishiya forward by his waist, the chair moving without difficulty, your hands going to his pants, pulling them down watching the black briefs pressed against his erection.

He sighed and ran his fingers through your delicate hair, "You can do whatever you want, but be quiet, because I have to get into the meeting, okay?"

"Yes, daddy."

Chishiya put on his headphones and took a deep breath when your tongue licked his erection still covered by his underwear, "Fucking shit", he whispered, entering the meeting, opening the microphone only to say, "Good morning, if everyone is here, you can start the meeting now."

You continued licking and kissing Chishiya's cock over his underwear, making him roll his hips and moan softly. Clearly he wasn't paying attention to the meeting, he was looking at the screen, but his head had to be out of orbit, that's what you thought at least until Chishiya spoke again.

"But these numbers were better last month, what happened?", as he said this, he brought his beautiful hand to your chin and held it in place as he lowered his underwear, "My beautiful little girl", he looked at you tilting his body to the right, grinning as you flicked your tongue out so he could smack is hard cock against it, "Suck it real good, okay?"

"Yes, daddy."

He smiled, "Good girl."

And you did as you were asked, your hand held the base of his cock taking it to your mouth and began to move his head up and down, your hand following the movements, which were facilitated with the saliva running down your lips.

Chishiya moaned from time to time, his hips moving slowly, sometimes he answered something in the meeting, extremely restrained, it seemed that nothing was happening, it didn't even look like he was with a girl under his desk, swallowing his cock.

"Thank you all, if you need any help, don't hesitate to call me. Have a great day", he said before ending the meeting. As he took off his headphones and tossed them on his desk, he sat up straighter in his chair, his head lying against the upholstery, his hand going to your hair, stroking softly, "I should fuck that mouth until you're crying for you to learn not to be a whore", he commented, "But I have other things planned", the smile he gave, made your pussy throb, "Come here, sweetie."

You let go of Chishiya's cock and stood up, straightening your clothes. The man ordered you to open your blouse and take off your pants, while you did that, he took his briefcase next to his table and opened it, taking out a silver plug with a pink jewel in the base, a lube and a vibrator, placing them on the table. He smiled adorably at the plain black panties you were wearing and your open white button up blouse.

"I want you to come in one day in a tight black knee-length skirt and black pantyhose that I can just rip off in the middle of the day so everyone will ask if you weren't wearing pantyhose before you walked into my office and having to lie", he smiled like a saint, "Now, sit at my table."

"What about those papers on the table, daddy?", you asked.

"Organize them for me", he smirked to indicate what he wanted you to do.

You smiled, turned to the table with your back to him and leaned forward, sticking your ass towards him, letting him watch the panties sink in your ass as you picked up the papers spread out on the table and put them together and banged them against the table to make them line up.

"Will I get a raise for being your secretary too?", you teased, placing the papers in the corner of the table leaving space in the center next to the computer.

"If you were my secretary people would think it was strange that I kept you here all day", he laughed, "I would let you blow me all day."

"You were going to make a scandal for this company."

Chishiya smirked, "It would be worth it", he stated, "Now be a good slut and sit on the table."

You obeyed, sitting in the center of the table, keeping your legs together. Chishiya took his hands to your knees and pushed them apart, his hands slid down your thighs until they reached your pussy, his thumb of his right hand pressed on your clit, making you sigh softly.

"I can feel that you are all wet", he whispered, "Take off those pretty panties and start masturbating for me."

"Yes, daddy", you nodded and promptly complied, causing him to smile and lean back in his chair.

Your fingers slid through your wet pussy, stroking your clit in gentle circular motions. Chishiya watched in silence, his eyes going from your pussy to your face, watching your eyes closing, moaning softly, then watching the hand that grabbed your own breast, squeezing it and pinching the nipple. His large hand wrapped around his own cock, masturbating slowly.

Your eyes remained downcast, sometimes staring into his eyes, but you watched carefully as his hand glided across his hard cock, the veins bulging, pre-come slipping through his beautiful fingers. He was so beautiful and powerful, he knew that anything he ordered you to do, you would do.

"Daddy", she whispered.

"Yes, baby girl?", he smiled, "Are you close to cum?"

"Yes, daddy, may I?"

"Okay… just know that it won't be the last time…"

Your fingers stopped their rhythm and you muttered, "Oh, fuck."

"No, no, no", he scooted over to his chair, grabbed your neck with one hand and squeezed, "did I tell you to stop?"

"I'm sorry, daddy", you whispered in a low voice.

"No excuses", he slapped your face making your whimper, "Make yourself cum for me and be quiet, I don't want people to hear you moaning like a slut."

"Fine, daddy", you nodded and went back to work.

Your fingers returned to the rhythm you liked. Chishiya's big hand was still gripping your neck, when you thought you couldn't get any more stimulation than that, the man got up and kissed you, making you moan and sway your hips. Your low moans were swallowed by him who didn't stop the movements of his tongue for a second, rubbing it against yours while still choking you.

"Daddy", you whimpered, softly as he stopped kissing you.

Your fingers moved away from yourself and the hand that held your neck caught your wrist, making you stare at the blonde man and not notice when he took the vibrator and placed it in your panties, positioning it between your still sensitive pussy, he put your panties back in place after pressing the button at the base, turning it on.

"Daddy, no", you whispered desperately.

"No?", he chuckled, "Are you sensitive, baby girl?", you nodded, whimpering, "That's how I like you to be", he smiled slyly, "So pretty."

"Daddy", you whispered.

"No, no", he scolded, "Shhh", he stroked your hair before pulling you by the arm, "Come on, my princess", you stood up, your legs shaking, forcing yourself to your feet, "I can't wait to see your cum sliding down your pretty thighs."

You watched as Chishiya took off the pretty red tie he was wearing, he winked teasingly at you, he knew you liked watching him take off his own tie, you found it attractive for some reason, and you were turned around, being leaned over the table. Chishiya took the plug and poured lube all over the toy.

"I want you all day with this here", he said, pulling your panties away enough to be able to sink the plug inside your ass, he watched for a moment, giving you a light slap on the ass, trying not to make too much noise, making you moan softly, "Did you know that it vibrates? And that I can control it with my phone?", he laughed when you moaned squeezing your own legs, trying to ease the throbbing in your pussy, "I'm going to stay here on my office, controlling that plug, knowing you're going to be holding meetings and talking to your colleagues, controlling yourself not to moan and squirm as this little toy vibrates nicely against your ass", he sighed, squeezing your ass, "I can't wait to get home and be able to fuck that little ass."

"Daddy", you whimpered, "what do you want to do now?"

Chishiya smiled and stroked your hair, "Such a good girl", he grabbed your wrists and folded your arms over your back letting them rest gently there before using his tie to tie you, "You look so beautiful when I tie you up, look at you, I don't know how I got so lucky", he chuckled as you pressed your legs together again, "It makes you horny when I compliment you, doesn't it?"

"Yes, daddy, I like to be complimented", you confessed softly, feeling his body pressing against yours, his hard cock pressed against your ass.

"Perfect for me", he whispered into your ear, making you moan softly, "You're everything daddy ever wanted, you know that?"

"Am I, daddy?", you asked softly.

He placed a gentle kiss on your neck and pulled you up, "Yes, my baby girl", he sat back in his chair, his cock still out of his pants, so beautiful and hard, "Come on, princess", you were placed gently on his lap, your legs rested on the armrest, your head lay on his shoulder, making you sigh adjusting yourself so the vibrator didn't press so hard against your delicate clitoris, but without success, "Now, you're going to sit here pretty while I answer some emails, okay?"

"Daddy", was the only thing you managed to whisper, that position tightened the toy against your pussy even more and was making you more horny.

"I should be much worse", he said, "I should leave you pushed against the window", behind his desk there was a window hidden by a long white curtain, "forcing you to stand up there for being a whore."

"But, daddy", you whispered, "am I not your baby girl?"

"Of course you are", he agreed, "But it still doesn't erase the fact that you nearly sucked Arisu in the middle of a fucking restaurant just because I couldn't pay attention to you."

"Didn't mean, daddy, I swear I wasn't trying to tease you", you promised.

"Do you think Arisu is cute?", he asked, looking at you, "Huh? Do you think he's hot? Would you like him to fuck you?"

You knew that if it was any other time and that question was asked, you could answer "yes" and likely Chishiya would laugh and nod jovially, but since they were in that situation and everything was purposefully articulated to make them aroused, there was only one way this conversation could lead to.

"Yes, daddy", she replied.

"Oh yeah?", he asked, smirking.

"Yes, daddy, I think he's so hot."

The man grinned and slapped you across the face, "Fucking bitch, shut the fuck up, I have to answer important emails."

"Arisu would never treat me like that", she teased.

Chishiya laughed again and slapped you across the face, grabbing your neck before continuing, "Shut the fuck up, fucking slut."

"Sorry, daddy", you whispered.

"Now, be quiet, I have to work", you nodded and had your mouth covered as you moaned in surprise when Chishiya pressed the button at the base of the vibrator one more time, still hidden by her panties and increased the vibration, "Shhh", he whispered. You purred laying your head against his shoulder, Chishiya's arms wrapped around you and he started writing on his computer, "I just want you to know", he whispered placing a kiss on the top of your head, "that if Arisu had the opportunity, he would destroy you", he explained, "he would treat you like the whore you are. He would leave you limping like me, but he wouldn't be nice like me and let you come, you would leave your pussy so sensitive that your wouldn't even be able to sit up straight", he paused for a second, stopping writing as well, "Maybe I should do that too."

"Daddy", you whispered, your hips moving smoothly.

"Okay, baby girl, I'll do it another day", he assured, "Today I'll be good and make you come again and again and again."

You moaned softly, burying your face in his neck, receiving a kiss on the forehead as he went back to analyzing his emails, responding calmly, smiling adorably as you controlled yourself to moan. Your little feet still in the white socks moved, when the toes curled, Chishiya knew what was going to happen so he stopped writing and looked at you, so he could watch you cum.

"Chishiya…", you moaned softly, "Daddy…"

And for the second time that day, you came. Your legs were held tightly together, causing you to squirm and strain your arms against the tie on your wrists, "Fuck, you're so hot", your breasts were delicately covered by the button-down blouse, your lips were reddened and you squirmed in despair, unable to take the vibration in your sensitive pussy anymore. Chishiya let go of your legs and turned off the toy making you sigh in relief before being kissed.

Chishiya caressed your face gently before pulling your hair so he could deepen the kiss even more. You just panted and moaned against his lips. His tongue slid across yours, and as if on command, you parted your lips in anticipation, making him chuckle before letting saliva slide down his tongue to yours.

"Naughty girl", he purred, "Now, do you prefer that I fuck you lying on my table or do you want to fuck yourself on my cock while I sit on the sofa over there?"

"I don't think I have the strength in my legs to fuck myself on your cock, daddy", you answered truthfully, making him chuckle.

"I've never seen a more lazy slut", he stated, "I remember your birthday I made you cum more times and you still wanted to ride on my cock, why are you lazy today?"

"Because my fucking boss make me wake up at half past five in the morning", you replied simply.

Chishiya chuckled, "I don't remember you complaining about that when you were eating the breakfast I made you."

"The panna cotta was very good, daddy", you commented quietly.

Shuntaro pecked you on the cheek, "Cute."

"Idiot."

"You're playing with fire, little slut, we're at work."

"You called me here because you can't keep your cock in your pants."

He grabbed you around the waist and lifted you, forcing you against the table, one of his hands tightened around your waist and the other slapped your ass, his body pressing against yours, whispering in your ear, "I know you're doing it on purpose just to piss me off so I can fuck you hard… just know, it's working", he bit down on your earlobe making you moan softly, "You'll be sorry when I get home and I spank that little ass for being a slut."

Chishiya's large hand squeezed your ass and gently shook it, making you moan as you felt the plug tightening inside you, "Daddy, make me be sorry."

He laughed, "I will, my baby girl", one of Chishiya's hands took the vibrator and the other lowered her panties. He brought the dildo to your lips and, after smirking when you started licking the toy, started licking it as well. Your tongues rubbed together as they roamed the toy causing you to moan softly every time, "It tastes wonderfully, princess", he praised, "Before we go to my place, I'm going to put you in the back seat of my car and eat that pussy out so I can calm down after this stressful day at work and drive more calmly."

You chuckled, "What a stressful day you've been having, huh, daddy?"

"Very much", he agreed, straightening his posture, "I'm going to spend the day knowing that this little ass will be getting ready for me to fuck when I get home… imagine the stress I'm going through."

You laughed and were about to say something, but your words disappeared from your lips when Chishiya's cock tip slipped through your wet pussy, "Daddy…", you whispered.

"Fuck", he purred, "So… wet…"

And as he said that, he sank his cock into your pussy, going slowly, inch by inch, watching it be swallowed. The embellishment at the base of the plug shimmered against the light, making it even more adorable. When he was all inside you, he moaned softly, his hands going to your waist and squeezing initiating calm movements.

You moaned softly, your tits pressed against the table as your pussy began to be pounded, "More", you whispered, very softly.

"Sure, sweetie."

Chishiya started to increase the rhythm of his thrusts, as he was still dressed, the sounds were muffled, it wasn't as pleasant as hearing your moaning over the sounds of skin hitting skin, however they couldn't make that much noise.

You tried to hold on as best you could, when you were having fun alone you were extremely silent, but Chishiya managed to make you lose track of things. You just noticed that you were starting to moan very loudly when Chishiya pulled your body, making your back stick to his chest, and his big hand covered your mouth.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch", he snarled, his hips continuing ceaseless work.

"Daddy", you whispered, your voice muffled by his hand.

"Fuck, you look hot like that", he grinned.

Your head lay against his shoulder, your mouth being cupped, your pussy being fucked without any mercy. You could feel your own pleasure sliding down your thighs.

"Fuck", he cursed, "I'm going to cum… Can I fill you up, baby?", he asked and smiled when you nodded, "You're going to spend all day dripping, all uncomfortable, trying to work with cum in your pussy and a plug in your little ass," he grinned, "Fucking slut."

Chishiya's free hand went down your belly to your pussy and began to caress your clit. The hand that was over your mouth let go just so he could kiss you. Your pussy pulsed around his hard cock, their tongues tangling as they moaned against each other's mouths.

As soon as you felt the cum filling you, you came, your beautiful body shaking, not even able to stand up after coming for the third time.

Chishiya held you by the waist, trying to keep you in place, getting out of you, arranging his clothes before placing you in his chair, you threw your head against the soft chair, your chest rising and falling with uncontrollable strength as you tried to recover from the orgasm.

You purred softly as Chishiya helped you get dressed again. As he replaced your pants and zipped them, you watched him kneel on the floor and put on your sneakers and tie the laces so that he could finally button up your blouse.

He continued to kneel, smiling as he stroked your hair, "Do you want water, princess?" he asked.

"Please daddy", you nodded.

Chishiya smiled, as he got up and walked over to the small water filter on a small table next to the sofa, grabbed a plastic cup and filled it with water. Upon returning to you, he took you in his arms, sitting on the chair and placing you on his lap giving you water.

"Thank you, Chishiya", you thanked him quietly while drinking water, your head lying on his shoulder, while your hair was stroked and you received a kiss on the forehead.

"Are you all right?", he asked, "Want to stay here for a while?"

"Just one more minute", you replied.

"Cute", he smiled, giving her a peck.

You spent a few more minutes on Chishiya's lap, after calming down and feeling like you were going to sleep right there and you shouldn't, you got up and tried to walk pretending to be completely fine making him laugh. You smiled, showing the middle finger before leaving. Chishiya sighed, still with a little smile on his face, went back to work.

Not ten minutes later he received a message on his cell phone, it was from you. When he opened it, it was a little video. You filmed yourself opening your blouse and showing your breasts in the company bathroom and had the courage to write "I already miss you". Chishiya laughed, you were so fucked up when you got home.

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Prank

Pairing/s : Sanzu x Reader

Warning/s : cursing, Sanzu being a dumbest dude on a daily basis. fluff

A/N : idea came when I was staring at the droplets of the rain on my window, thought that cuddling is the best when it's raining.

It's Saturday. The day Sanzu took a day off to spend his pretty little time with his darling, YN.

You two were just cuddling on the sofa as you are holding your phone while watching random videos on TikTok. A random video pops up.

You know those videos where there's a girl taking her baby out of the bed while showing only her huge butt or a girl climbing off the swimming pool rail and showing her massive tits? And then a stitch coming where a random person asks the viewer what color the baby's shirt or what color is the umbrella behind the swimsuit girl? Yeah that kind of video pops up. You already knew that video, you've seen it before. A thought suddenly came to your mind. You will definitely try it to Sanzu.

You paused the video before it even start and looked at the pinknette. You squint your eyes when you saw him grinning and raising his eyebrows in a playful way “Have you seen this video?” His smile turned into a frown, “What? Of course not. I don't have time for that.” Clearly, he's right. He's just so busy with his job on Bonten and for sure he doesn't have time to sit still and watch this crazy videos on internet.

“My, my YN, and here I thought you're gonna ask me to do 'it'”

Heat rushed up to your cheeks and you lightly slap his arm “W–what? I would never! How could you think that?” how does this Bonten's own dumbest think that? For sure, he is the one who will come crawling to you when he's horny. Not the other way around.

“Well, I thought you got tired of watching videos and you'll ask me to do 'it' because your face says so”

“Oh my god! You're unbelievable, Haru.” you facepalm and your attention went to your phone. “Anyways, you need to watch this video. I think this is for you” you smirk.

You thought this video will help you get a reaction from Sanzu. Well, you've been watching random videos on internet, showing it to Sanzu hoping to get a funny reaction or face from him. A meme, a jump scare, a clip from a horror movie, any videos that you thought a normal person will react to.

But you're awfully wrong. Sanzu is no normal. We all know that.

You put your phone near the pinknette's face, showing him the video and clicking the play button.

The video plays and a stitch came, showing a man saying “what color was the baby's shirt?”

You paused the video and looks at him.

“So? What color was the baby's shirt, Haru?” you smirk, waiting for his answer. His eyes widened and your grin widened when you saw his reaction. You are screaming internally because finally. FINALLY. You will see his funny face.

He suddenly looks up, a sign that he's thinking, “Well, it was red, baby. How could you not see that? Your eyesight must be bad. You need to be checked.” you frowned at his answer. You are not expecting that he will get the right answer!

“What? H–How? How did you know?” now he's frowning too, confused because of your sudden question. He looks at you like you're the dumbest earthling in the earth.

“What do you mean how did I know? Duh? We watched the video. YN even though you're smart, sometimes you are really dumb. Guess nerds like you can be dumb sometimes, huh? Well, i guess it's okay since you're my pretty little dumb girl~♡” the duh got you.

“No, I was expecting that you don't know the answer!” you made angry noises. Now, you're sulking.

He looks at you, still confused. “I thought you won't know! because you will focus on the girl's butt not on her surroundings. You're so dumb, Haruchiyo.” you said. You flip yourself, showing your back to him.

“aaahh, I get it. You thought that I will drool over that bitch' dump? No, darling ♡ I am loyal! What do you think of me? A fuckboy? And for the record, I was staring at the baby, you know?” his hands snaked their way into your waist, hugging you from the back. “I was wandering how you would look good if you're the one holding a baby. Hmm, it must feel like I am in heaven if that happens.” you could feel his hot breath on your neck. Your face turned red as he continue breathing in your scent.

You weren't expecting this kind of reaction. Your heart flutters when you remember his words just now. Those butterflies in your stomach, well, you prefer calling it 'monsters' because you feel weird. It feels like something or someone is tickling you.

You faced him, looking up, you replied with, “I love you, Haruchiyo.” you buried your face on his massive chest, secretly smelling him so he won't know. You don't want another embarrassment.

Instead of replying to your 'i love you' he said, “Oh? I didn't know you like my scent, sweetheart.” your face heats up even more and you didn't reply. You just hugged him. You stayed like that for about 5 minutes.

You look up to him and you saw him staring, “Wha-” before you finish your sentence, he crashed his seductive lips on yours, exploring every inch of your mouth, his tongue fighting with yours. Those monsters in your stomach begins to flutters again. His right hand went to the back of your head, pushing you to himself. When you two pulled away, a string of saliva between your lips is visible.

He rest his forehead on yours. His ocean like eyes staring deep into your eyes, “I love you so much, YN. Don't ever think I will ever stare at some girl's body. I am contented with yours.” your eyes watered and you gave him your most genuine smile, “How can I look at those girls? When you have this sexy body of yours and this huge tits?” your smile faded when you felt his hands went to your boobs, massaging it, “And your luscious lips that I am very sure could do anything.” he raised his eyebrows playfully.

“Wow, you found another way to ruin a mood, Akashi Haruchiyo” you rolled your eyes.

Although, you are not the type to be jealous with trivial things but thinking that Sanzu may or may not look to other women makes your heart ache.

You snapped out of your thoughts and gave him a kiss on his cheeks. You can see his face turning into a tomato.

You won't get tired of this for sure. After what happened, you loved him even more. His stupidity is what you love the most though.

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Hallooooooo I'm just here again to tell you how much I love your writing and the way you portray Bucky as one whiny bitch has got me gripping my sheets NGHGGGGG Absolutely fucking love him in Here Kitty Kitty!!!!!

But I've been suddenly hit by a massive Subby!Steve beam and he's an even bigger whiny bitch than Bucky soooo

I present to you- Haunted Steve Rogers :>

Here me out!!! I read a post about ghost fucking and I can't stop thinking about Fresh faced Steve in the twenty first century with Ghost!Bucky Barnes who died in the early 2000s. They never met as children and Steve is mortified to find himself being haunted by a particularly perverted and thirsty AF ghost

Just imagine Steve out in Public, maybe in a mall or inside a packed train and he's just minding his own business until he feels cold wispy hands start groping him. Shivers breaks out of his skin at the cold touch and his complaints dies a quiet death when said cold touches slip down his nether regions.

Just Steve Rogers trying to keep quiet while Bucky molests him, squeezing and stroking his cock while he shakes with pleasure, barely standing and absolutely sweating under his clothing. He's pleading quietly, curling into himself and straining at the effort to not make a noise because Buck! We're in public! Not here please-

Just Steve Rogers trying to listen to a conversation happening in front of him while there's fingers stuck up his ass, cold and opening him roughly. The way his voice would hitch and a gasp leaves him once in while and him shakily telling the person in front of him that he's alright and that he's totally listening as if his prostate isn't being abused.

Just Steve Rogers in a meeting, continuously shifting in his seat. To other people, he's too pent up to sit still properly. The truth? He's got ghost! Bucky's dick buried in his ass, grinding into him and filling him up to the point he thinks he might choke on it. Steve can't beg, can't moan, can't even move because how the fuck is he gonna explain that he's being fucked by a ghostly being in the middle of a meeting?

The risk of being caught riles him up as much as Ghost!Bucky whispering filthy things in his ears like yeah you like that? Look at you, filthy as fuck and taking this dick up your tight ass- You're that desperate Stevie? That you'll have a ghost fucking you everywhere and anytime you want? Come on, open your eyes and look at all of these people in front of you, not knowing that Captain America's gagging for some ghost dick to screw him 24/7! How would they react knowing you're getting filled right now huh, practically a slut for it-

Imagine the mess on Steve's side, how he can go so many times even after coming!!! Just Bucky wringing one orgasm after another while he desperately fights for composure, barely standing and not making a sound, boxers absolutely drenched with his own release-

Or how easy just Bucky slips into him (magical ghost powers Ajdheje), accosting him and groping him wherever whenever he likes, leaching off Steve's warmth and life!! ACKKKKKK AIDHSIRJEORJFJ HEEHEHEHEHEH

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"Here Kitty Kitty Kitty"

I'm glad you enjoyed whiny Bucky, lmao. He's a favorite for suuure 😏

And as for the idea of ghost!Bucky with freshly thawed Steve, I--

Holy fuck, I have seen some ghost-fucker content here and there (much with public stuff which is fun 🥴) but I haven't ever considered that with stucky and... I'm obsessed (possessed perhaps, lmao).

I'm especially obsessed with thrill seeker ghost!Bucky and stuttering, subby Steve, though. Goddamn.

I am enthralled with what you wrote! I have to say, though, my immediate thought--my immediate mental image, really--with this pairing was Steve with his leanly muscular, fawn-clumsy legs spread wide on his bed in the middle of the night, hips up, back arched, seemingly all alone and exposed. Moonbeams slip through his curtains into the room, lighting him up, dragging across his flushed, pale skin like a spotlight. His bare, shaven face is pressed hard into his white sheets--contrasting gorgeously, blank sheets, and the blood-hot flush painted with so much pigment, thick and wet, across his face. He's blushing from high on his cheeks all the way up to the hot shells of his ears. And for the most part, other than his quivering, open mouth and his heaving chest--face down, ass up--he's perfectly still. Debauched and statuesque in the middle of the night.

He should be chilled with the night air caressing his skin, but he isn't. He's burning up. The phantom hands on his skin are freezing but he's alive with flames, they're licking and scorching his skin, leaving him gasping, his hands scrunching the sheets into a wrinkled mess, fisting the fabric right by his head, both trying to hide the dirty ecstasy written over his pretty face in vain as Bucky's fucks him and just trying to have something, anything, to hold onto as his world is torn apart from overwhelming, crashing waves of pleasure.

Too much. Too good.

He can't see Bucky, but, oh, god, can he feel him.

Touching him. Fucking him. Groping him. Making handprints and bruises and bite marks appear on his warm, pink skin out of thin air.

He can hear him, too, whispering to him, fuck, he can almost feel it on the back of his neck, but he can't really. Of course not. Bucky isn't breathing down on him. He can't. He's just playing with him, drawing his pleasure out, pushing his nerves to the brink--Steve doesn't know what's hot and what's cold is anymore, Steve doesn't know what's real and what isn't, Steve doesn't know anything but pleasure like he's never felt before, given to him in the middle of the night when he's alone save for Bucky who makes him feel more alive than anyone else with a beating heart in their solid chest could.

(If anyone else were to walk in, though, god, it'd be a show. Steve writhing on his sheets without any influence. Completely stripped bare, exposed, and untouched..? Except, anyone can see the fingertip indents in his thighs as Bucky gropes him, anyone can see the wet, hot, open gape of his hole as Bucky fucks him, taking him from behind, anyone can see the tremble in his muscles as he crumbles under the influence of the unseen, anyone can see sweat glistening on his skin, anyone can see his fever, pink all over, anyone can see how much he loves it, his face twisted up in pleasure, lips hanging open, taking it like a good little slut. So desperate for dick he'll get it anywhere, anytime. He can't live without dick.)

Anyway--

I fucking love your idea. I love the thought of public ghost play, too!! I was just immediately on the bewitching hour, haunting ghost fucking vibe, lol.

I can just imagine Bucky always messing with Steve at the worst times, and when Steve tries to talk sense into Bucky behind closed doors, well, he just ends up a pile of mush as Bucky continues so there's not really any talking. What? They're in private now, isn't this what Steve wants? Isn't this what he was asking for?

Jesus.

They're trouble. They're both so hungry for touch, and they find it so easily in each other that no one else understands. It's kinky as fuck and it's sweet as fuck. I love it!!

Thank you for this! 😘

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Save Your Tears

Mick Schumacher x opera singer! OC (Ophelia Becker)

Strangers to friends to lovers, love at first sight, long plane flight, personal drama, opera references

a/n: I'M BACK BITCHES!!!!! This month has been full of work and it's finally coming to an end! I'm so happy to make a character that definitely has my own job and it makes me so excited to show you guys how this world can be.

⚠️This story is based on the movie Love at First Sight. If you watched that movie, please understand that this is fictional and that I won't make the same story.⚠️

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Four minutes.

Four minutes can make the difference between being lucky and being unfortunate. A song can last four minutes. An advertisement pause on the TV can last four minutes. The time to cook instant noodles can be four minutes.

But being late for a plane for four minutes seems like a nightmare. Watching how the gates close in front of your eyes while you stand there breathless after running all the way to the gate feels humiliating.

Maybe it is a canon event, just how Spiderman could explain it. Maybe being late to the plane means something. Maybe she shouldn't go, maybe it's her punishment.

"Excuse me, miss" the flight attendant smiled at her. "There's a flight that goes to Zurich in four hours. There is a seat available, but it's on business"

"Oh, okay yeah. I'll buy it" she said without thinking twice.

Maybe the flight attendant offering her the next flight was part of the canon event. But… she doesn't want to go. She needs some excuse to leave and miss the plane.

He was early. He knows his plane leaves in four hours, but the four walls of the hotel room he was staying in made him feel claustrophobic.

His leg can't stop bouncing, ignoring the gazes of everyone around him. Maybe they recognized him or maybe they are annoyed because of the way he makes the chairs vibrate with his anxious movement.

He needs something to happen to make him miss the flight. He needs a perfect excuse to not get in that plane.

Maybe if he calls his friend telling him that he lost the suit… no, that would be a stupid excuse, he could buy another one once he arrives. Maybe he can tell him that he's sick…

"Oh, excuse me"

He turned his head around, frowning. That voice made him get out of his thoughts.

"Hi, yeah. Do you casually have a charger for an iPhone? I just forgot mine and the ones of those stores there.are so expensive and I already wasted a lot of money buying a business seat…"

Her voice was soft, it made the anxious clouds around his mind disappear for a moment.

A hundred flights. Tons of people.

But only them were important for each other.

01: Lose It All

02: Talk To Me

03: Stuck With U

04: Thinking Out Loud

05: Falling

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