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webslingingslasher · 3 months

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love frat peter with all my heart but i literally think i would bash my head against the wall (not bf peter situationship peter)

*cleaning out my inbox.*

‘if i was my friend, i would be calling them an idiot for getting played and being pathetic. yet, here i am, swearing it’s different and no one gets him like i do.’

a deep sigh. ‘i’m a fucking joke.’

peter can find the bliss in being ignorant, but sometimes he forgets that you live in it too, and can pull him right out of his trance and into reality.

this was one of those times. it wasn’t meant for his ears, he was just at the right place at the wrong time.

there’s nothing blissful about being aware you’re just a bad decision. and what a corner he’s backed himself into, would it hurt more to end it before you start to resent him or hurt more to keep continuing the same path, even if it’ll end in what you want?

would you still want him? or is he just subconsciously showing you how bad of a boyfriend he’d really be?

peter’s a lot of things, and since he’s met you, he’s become one more.

selfish.

it's not lost on him, peter can pretend to be stupid but he's smart enough to know what's actually going on under the surface. it's just nice in the blanket of ignorance.

'hey, stop being so mean to yourself. peter likes you, a lot. even if he pretends he doesn't.' your roommate is fighting for him, he's about to bring her a "just because" gift card.

'no, no, no, no! don't cry! stop crying!' peter's heart lurches, he wants to break the door down and give you a hug, especially when he can hear how watery your voice is.

'that's the whole fucking point! i mean, where do i get off on thinking that? i get he doesn't want to sit around and have a feelings party, but it would be really fucking nice to hear him say he wants to date me. or anything really.'

'hey,' peter's heart races, he's not sure what your roommate is about to admit to. 'remember a few weeks ago the frat had the black and red party, you skipped cause you were sick? - right, well, peter got fucking wasted and kept talking about you.'

a sniffle, no more tears. 'really? what'd he say?'

her boyfriend was one of the guys he talked to all night long, no doubt she got all the same information second hand. she could spill or she could let it mean something and let peter get there first.

peter could put aside his ego for ten minutes. if only to make you feel better.

'well, he-' before he could get thrown under the bus, he knocks on your door. 'hold on-' your roommate answers, you offer no movement, staring at the floor with your back turned.

she's looking at him expectantly, peter tilts his head towards you. 'wanna let me handle this one?' it's instant, your head whips around, the look on his face lets you know he heard everything.

'no, go away.'

peter sighs, 'trouble.'

'no, cause i already know what you're going to say.'

'no, you don't know what i'm about to say.'

tears blot at your eyes, your roommate ditches you in a second. peter approaches slowly while you're crawling up your bed. 'don't-' you take a sharp breath, 'don't even say anything cause i know i won't wanna hear it.'

you stare at your roommates side when peter takes a seat next to you, he's inches away, you feel too vulnerable to face him. you already know what he's about to say, that he likes hanging out with you and it typically starts and ends there.

'hey, trouble. you wanna look at me?'

you shake your head, it's pointless because peter's already cupping your face pulling it towards his. 'ready?' you pull his hands off you by tugging at his wrists, a grouchy persona took over.

'for the same conversation? sure, peter.'

'i like you.'

you wait for the friendly twist he always likes to slide in. 'i like you, you're pretty cool, you know?' but it doesn't come. peter ended it on that, you peek back at him, he doesn't seem as scary as before.

'yeah? and?'

peter reaches out to brush his thumb across your cheek. 'that's what i said at the party. that i like you.' a flash of disappointment, he moves past it. 'and that's only because i wanted to save this next part just for you.'

attention caught, blown pupils look into his own.

'i want you to be my girlfriend,' he's quick to kill the light that roars in your eyes. 'wait, wait, wait, no, let me finish.' you feel like you're walking a tightrope.

'i like you and i want you to be my girlfriend, just... not yet. but that's what i want and that's kind of my end goal in this.'

a double ended sword, either you suffer in silence until he’s ready, or you suffer until you can’t stand it anymore and leave.

'that's it?' he couldn't have worded it in a way to get every single hope up, to make you feel weightless for an entire second before he pulled the rug?

'yeah, that's it.' what did you want? an i love you?

‘oh.’ you pull at the sleeves of your sweater to cover your hands. ‘oh?’ peter tries to catch your eyes, you sound more sad now than when you were crying.

‘i need time to think, i think.’

‘think about what?’

‘this.’ you gesture at the empty space between you. ‘us.’

peter’s turn, he understands. ‘oh.’ you nod, ‘yeah, oh.’ there’s an awkward pause in the room, neither of you quite sure what to say or where to go from there.

there was nothing peter could do, he’s just a person at your disposal. ‘um,’ think, peter, think. he wishes you weren’t hiding your eyes from him. ‘okay. that’s okay. we can…’ peter takes a big breath, he didn’t realize how much he didn’t want this until now. ‘… we can spend some time apart.’

‘okay.’ why weren’t you bothered? why weren’t you more upset? why were you so fucking indifferent?

peter feels selfish again, he just doesn’t know if he’ll get one again. ‘can i get a kiss before i go?’ you take a moment to make up your mind, peter wonders if you’re agreeing for the same reason. ‘yeah.’

no, it’s because he’s selfish. you don’t initiate anything, just frowning at your fingers as they curl and uncurl around the fabric of the sweatshirt he once owned.

‘i can’t kiss you if i can’t see you, trouble.’ a distant nod, ‘right.’ peter wishes he didn’t ask to look at you, he wishes he didn’t notice the blank look in your eyes. ‘are you okay, trouble?’

it’s soft, and delicate. he just wants to make you feel better, but he’s the one hurting you. it’s so utterly selfish, yet you want it too.

‘no.’ if you whisper it, it doesn’t hurt so bad. for either of you. you can both pretend it wasn’t said. ‘i’m sorry.’ there’s a lot to be sorry for, it’s just a blanket statement.

‘yeah.’ neither of you believe it. you just want him gone, you need to treat yourself like a friend. ‘kiss?’ peter wants to keep talking, but he can’t really find anything substantial to say.

it wasn’t very tender, or sweet. maybe it was the passion peter was missing, everything feels so sad. was this the answer before you said it? was this a goodbye kiss? if not, why did it feel like one?

peter pats your knee, ‘balls in your court, trouble. call me when you’re ready?’ you daintily nod, it’s like you’re in another world. ‘okay.’

you hold your eyes shut when peter kisses your forehead, it’s bullshit. ‘and if you need me, we can put this to the side, okay?’

‘okay,’ you push him back. ‘you can go now.’ peter has to swallow a lump in his throat, you’re eager to push him out and push him away. is this how you feel? is peter having a moment of clarity and empathy?

god, he’s a shitty human.

‘i don’t think im going to come over this week, so you can bring my laundry back.’ you were supposed to do it at his house, and you were supposed to wash your clothes with his, and you were supposed to fold them together.

you’re already thinking a week ahead? no, peter’s selfish, he’ll make you come back. ‘no problem. i’ll wash them for you, i’ll even clean out my second drawer to put ‘em in.’

he wants to do the thing you've been hinting at for weeks, now? is he really grasping at straws? what fucking happened? what changed? peter's not even going to give you a chance to fight it, you can't say no if he's not here.

'i'll talk to you later?' you nod. you can't even say it back? everything about this is wrong. but he can't fix it, not when you told him you needed to think about things, not when you're on the cusp of giving up on him.

peter can hear you sob into your pillow when he latches the door shut.

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when you said you didn't plan on coming around this week, peter didn't think that meant speaking to him too. no texts, no snapchats, no dm's, no facetimes, no frat parties, nothing.

peter puked three times friday night, day six of the silent treatment. he swears it's because he was drinking too much but peter knows what anxiety feels like for him and how it comes out.

peter can also kiss the idea of sleep away. he's had four nightmares this week, two of them back to back. spider-man's been sluggish and now he has a nasty bruise across his jawline. nothing felt right.

since you last talked to him, peter's had a constant stomach ache and headache. not to mention how he's just not really hungry anymore and you've gotten really skilled at hiding from him.

peter knows he said the balls in your court, but what if you never pass it back?

day eight and all is saved.

'sleepover?'

peter swallowed his tongue at the text, you wanted to spend the night, that's a good thing, right? girls don't fuck and dump, right? peter's heart is drumming like it never has before, wagging his imaginary tail like a puppy dog he's never responded quicker.

'yes!' peter erases it. 'of course!!! i missed you so much i think i was dying and i really couldn't breathe and-' peter deletes that one too.

what's good enough to make you think you deserve this?

'you got it, trouble. wanna let me take you out to dinner for date night with your favorite frat boy?' maybe he's laying it on a little thick, but peter swears he's withering away without you next to him in bed.

'only if it's expensive.' peter will take out a loan if it means you'll have dinner with him, if all you want from him is a nice dinner, he'll do it. he'll do anything if it means you'll stay with him.

'only the best for my girl.' you read it, but didn't answer. peter took it a step further. 'i'll pick the place. i'll even borrow someone's car.' meaning, he was going somewhere nice. it did fine. 'just let me know what time to be ready, parker.' but it wasn't good enough.

peter may have been an asshole prior, because the way your face lit up with a ten dollar bouquet of flowers told him that he should've been doing this all along. if he had, he wouldn't have been here.

'for me?' you brought the cellophane to your nose, 'really?' they smell lovely, like they were actually picked out and not just the first thing he saw. 'of course. only the best for my baby.'

a flash in your eyes, but it doesn't work, not in the way it normally does. no, this time it seems to amuse you. he doesn't care, you look breathtaking and he's about to have his heart thump from his chest.

'i'm going to be the luckiest guy there tonight.' peter blurted it without thinking, but what's worse, or better, is that he truly believed it. he waited patiently when you set the flowers down, but couldn't hold it in the second you turned for him.

'can i have a hug?' touch starved and itching for your hold, you quirked a brow, were you waiting for a kiss? peter thinks kisses be damned, he'll pass out if he can't wrap you in his arms.

'sure-' before you could finish you're in his chest, his palms wash over your back, you're heated up in a second. you take a deep breath, he does the same.

there was a lot of reflecting, but a whole lot more missing. peter just couldn't hide his well. 'i'm sorry, but i missed you so fucking much.' your heart warms, you knew it.

'i did, too.' it's all that was needed, you felt peter match your breaths, one single unit, together. it's how peter thinks it should be, it's how it should be. he doesn't know how he could go back to not that.

you think he's about to kiss you, it's a different look in his eyes. instead, he brushes out your outfit and nods towards the door.

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peter feels like he's on the countdown, even more so when the bill came and you hadn't said a word about your week of recollection. you didn't bring it up on the way home, or when he stopped for dessert, or even when you got back to the chapter house.

but he still kept an arm around you when you chose to head for the kitchen instead of the stairs, peeking in and brightening up when you see your favorite brother at the island.

'ethan!' you were almost as happy when you got your flowers. almost. peter lightly pushed you forward, letting you get in a hug while he grabbed something to drink.

'you're looking very fancy tonight.' you curtsy and thank him, a gesture towards your date. 'peter's idea.' ethan reaches for a fist bump, peter gladly accepts.

you'd love to catch up but peter's antsy and you're not that mean. 'breakfast tomorrow?' you glance to peter, 'is that okay with you?' his tail starts wagging again, there's going to be a tomorrow. 'of course.'

ethan agrees, 'breakfast it is.' you share a look with him, a sly smile. looking around the kitchen, three other brothers. where does peter's loyalty lie? how much did he actually miss you? how much did he learn?

'kiss?' a cup clatters, four sets of eyes watching. 'huh?' you spin with your back to the crowd, 'kissy.' it's the first you've asked for all night, you're counting the hesitation in your mind. one, two, thr...

and it's a kiss. the kind that had you begging for more, even if he was already attached. one that had you melting into his chest while he held your back sturdy. one that said he really didn't give a fuck who was watching anymore.

peter's selfish and he needs to breathe. you hold him by the collar of his jacket, he peeks up to his brothers, a slight blush followed. he can hear the chirps in his mind.

'one more,' it's chaste. you mumble against his lips, 'last one.' peter knows your game, he doesn't have anything to lose but you. he'd put up with shit the rest of his life if he meant you kept asking him for kisses.

a slurry of pecks, you push him away at the sound of gagging from the audience. 'okay, okay!' you swipe at the corner of his lip, nothing's there but a distant memory. 'you taste like chocolate.'

'are my kisses that sweet?' another gag, 'take it upstairs, parker.' you pull on his hand, 'yeah, parker. let's take it upstairs.' you shake off the cheers and drag peter up the stairs behind you by the hand.

you peel your jacket off in his room, your shoes next. like he told you, clean and folded clothes in the second drawer down on his dresser. you pull out your own pajamas, peter watches intently.

'do you want me to turn around, or... nevermind.'

'you're very polite tonight, parker.' a slip of the tongue, you didn't mean it like that, but he took it as such. 'no. please stop calling me that. i'm trying, trouble. i'm really trying.'

'i know you are, you're cute when you're desperate.' peter holds his breath, 'what does that mean?'

'it means you have an ultimatum.' there's nothing good that can come of this, he knows it. you're going to tell him to either make it official or move on, you must have expected the latter. why else did it take so long to reach out?

peter can feel his hands shake, he hides them by crossing his arms. you don't look half as nervous, you're scaring him because he can't read you. it sinks in, it's because you're final in your decision.

'sit.' you pat the space next to you on his bed, you settle underneath the blankets and pull it over your knees. 'did you wash your sheets, too?'

'yeah,' you smile at peter. he's gnawing at his bottom lip. 'they smell clean.' you nudge peter's arm, he swallows thickly. 'ready?'

undivided attention. 'i don't want to break things off.' visible relief, you're not sure if peter is religious, but you think he just said a thank you to god.

'good. i really don't want you to break things off either.'

'but-'

'fuck.' you frown with a little sympathy, he couldn't have thought it was that easy.

'it can't go back to how it was, peter. you're not ready for the boyfriend title, fine. but i need more from you, if you can't give me that, this ends.'

anything, anything, anything.

'what do you need from me?'

this is where it gets tricky, for you and for him. 'i want you to be my boyfriend. you're not ready, but you want to be, right? you said that's how you see us ending, remember?'

'yeah, of course.' you've been thinking logically and this is the best solution for now. this is what you can handle for now. this is what's best for now.

'then treat me like that's the end game. take me out, kiss me in front of your friends, hold my hand on campus. commit to me, truly and fully commit to me. act like you want me to be and stay your girlfriend.'

is that it? he just has to treat you how he's always wanted to, but was scared to do so because he didn't want you to think it was more than it was?

'okay. i can do that, i promise i can do that.'

it's not that easy, it never is. 'yeah, but, this isn't forever, peter. there's not an infinite timeline on this, this is just for right now.'

peter's terrified to ask, but he still does. 'when does right now end?'

it's why you were so calm, how you were able to keep away from him and not show the same amount of craving he did. peter was right, your decision was final and you were serious.

peter was on borrowed time, but this time, you knew it too.

'when i say it does. because, right now, i could walk away at any second, and you'd let me because you'd have no one else to blame.'

selfish, selfish, selfish.

because all peter heard was, ‘but i’m not done, yet.’

#frat!peter blurbs

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erosmutt · 16 days

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☆ thinkin' bout . . .

. . . just arguing with husband!anakin.

𖦹 cheating, make up/hate sex, anal, doggy, asshole anakin, anakin refers to reader as 'bitch' once, specifically season 7 clone wars anakin (i won't be taking questions)

𖦹 accompanied by All I Need ⋆ Lloyd

"here we go," anakin mutters. you two had been at each other's throats for who knows how long, yelling like you'd lost your damn minds.

you glare at him from across the room, arms crossed over your chest. "yeah here we go anakin," you begin pacing again. "you aren't even listening to a goddamned word i'm saying, anyway!"

anakin, also with his arms crossed, shifts his weight from foot to foot, eyes narrowed. "you're acting out for no reason and you know it. you always want something to fucking complain about. always mouthing off. i could barely get in the house before you were bitching at me." well, that was true. you were waiting, itching to see him come through that door so you could lay into him.

about what? his infidelity. you knew while he was 'at war', he was fucking girls left and right. the smell of perfume you most definitely didn't own would cling to the fabric of his robes when he got home, and his bitchass didn't even try and hide it. he had no reason to, because he knew even if you did stand up for yourself and stop taking his shit, you'd come crawling back. because no one could fuck you like he can.

"am i wrong, anakin?! am i wrong for wanting to confront my husband about his little wartime adventures?" you yell, making him roll his eyes. "you're delusional, you know that? delusional!" when he says that, you immediately get in his face. "delusional, anakin? so i'm just imagining the stench of another woman's tacky perfume on you?" he chuckles and shrugs. he puts his hands on his hips. "might be. you're always cooped up in the house, probably starting to hear things."

"oh fuck you," you turn away. "those girls can have you. see if they put up with your shit like i do." he just smirks as he watches you, head tilted as his gaze fixes onto your hips and ass. "they don't," he begins in a murmur. "i don't stay long enough to give them a chance to."

he was so fucking cocky it made you want to bash your head into a wall. or his.

"is that your poor attempt at reassuring me?" you scoff. "spare me. just go away." anakin walks up to you and puts a hand on your shoulder. "come on baby, don't be like that." he caresses your shoulder, moving his hand down your bicep, to your elbow, pulling your arm back. "i'll stop, i promise." you knew better than to believe him, but he had a way of reeling you back in. no matter what you did, no matter how far away you went, you always ended up back on his dick.

he uses his gloved hand to move your hair out of the way and leans down, his soft lips pressing against the nape of your neck. "anakin, i know you-" he exhales softly. "you don't wanna give me a chance baby?" you feel him smile against your skin. you place your hands flat on the counter in front of you, voice wavering, "anakin,"

"ah-ah," he chuckles, a low vibration that draws a shudder from you that most definitely isn't lost on anakin. "i don't wanna hear anything from you." his hands end up at your hips, thumbs hooking into the waistband of your pants. "don't you think you've done enough talking?"

getting the hint, you go quiet, but still try to resist. after all, he did just come home after bending over who knows how many girls. with a heavy sigh, he pulls away from you. "so you're really gonna play it like this, huh?" anakin laughs quietly to himself. "you're such a bitch, no wonder i'm the only man who'll put up with your stubborn ass. i do so much for you, and you can't even give me the time of day?" he scoffs. "seems like every goddamned time i come home," he once again hooks his fingers into the waistband of your pants, and snatches them down. "always giving me a problem," he mutters under his breath.

"maybe if you didn't give me any reason to, i wouldn't have to sleep around." was he really pinning this on you?! "you act like you don't run me away. it's like i have no other choice but to find comfort in another woman." he was removing his glove, discarding it on the counter along with his belt. his mechanical hand was cold as always as he grabbed your asscheek, artificial fingers digging into your flesh.

"anakin," you try again, but he doesn't let you get a word in. "yeah, anakin anakin anakin, you don't know what else to do with yourself besides bitch and whine." he spits down onto his flesh hand, then lubes up his cock. he smacks it onto your lower back, then spreads your ass to see your puckered asshole. "never letting me get a word in."

as his tip prods at your tiny hole, you gasp. "anakin, 's not gonna- aughh..." your words get caught in your throat as he tries to push in, and he can't help but smirk as he's met with resistance. "maybe you're right, but that's nothing a little force can't help. is it?" you swallow down a moan, and shake your head. "no, no, it can't," you let out a strangled moan as anakin pushes his round tip into you. you felt like you were already stretched to the brim, but his tip wasn't anywhere near the thickest part of his cock.

he leans over you and smiles, then presses a soft kiss just below your earlobe. "now let's try that again."

ᝰ.ᐟ @102hannah

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yeoosaangg · 6 months

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No Friendship || Kinktober - Day 27

pairing ▸ nakamoto yuta × f!reader

now playing ▸ okay - chase atlantic

⤷ ❝don't wanna mess this up, there's too much on the line.❞

genre ▸ college au, bsf!yuta, fwb, smut

warnings ▸ thigh fucking, choking, marking, quick sex

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You were having fun at a random frat boy's birthday bash, dancing with some guy your roommate introduced to you.

You've had a couple drinks and smoked half a blunt, but had more than enough energy to last the entire night.

The guy gets a little handsy, but you don't mind since your goal was to hopefully get laid.

Your best friend wasn't having it, though.

Yuta: That's enough for you. Come with me.

The guy was going to tell Yuta off, but his icy glare makes him back off.

Y/n: Yuyu! Where've you been?

Your words are slightly slurred, but it's still coherent enough to understand.

Yuta: Was talking with Johnny about a job opportunity. What were you doing?

Y/n: Dancing!

Yuta: Uh huh... Let's get you some water and I'll take you upstairs.

You giggle, not minding being dragged up the stairs and into someone else's bedroom.

Y/n: Are you gonna fuck me, Yuta?

He rolls his eyes and hands you a water bottle.

He forgets just how horny you get when you've partied too hard. He remembers you begging to suck him off at the last party so he let you have your fun.

But you weren't as far gone as you are now.

Yuta: I'm not fucking you.

You whine, sitting up and pulling him closer by his belt loop. You takes his fingers into your mouth and suck on them while maintaining eye contact.

Y/n: I'll be a very good girl.

Yuta: Still not fucking you, so drop it.

Y/n: Then I'll go find someone who will!

You push passed him and open the door, but Yuta slams it shut.

Yuta: Stop being a fucking brat. You're cross-faded. That's why I'm not gonna fuck you.

You wrap your arms around his neck and jump on him. Your legs sit perfectly on his hips, his hands holding your ass so you don't fall.

Y/n: I thought we had a talk about this when we started fucking. It's even on paper.

Yeah, but it doesn't make it right.

Y/n: You don't even have to stick it in.

Yuta: I don't?

You shake your head and kiss all over his face.

Y/n: Why don't we just have intercrural sex?

Say what?

Yuta: What the fuck is that?

Y/n: You know, like if you were to fuck my tits but it's my thighs instead.

Oh.

Well, it's certainly a better option.

Yuta: Are you sure?

You nod, catches his lips in a gentle kiss.

Yuta: Fine. Hop off and get naked.

You do as you're told and help him out of his clothes.

You lock the door before crawling into the stranger's bed. You apologize in advance for your dirty actions, but you're not really sorry.

Yuta lays behind you, cock slotting between your thighs.

The friction was dry for the most part until his cock slid against your folds for a few seconds.

Y/n: Oh, fuck.

Yuta: Be good and I might just fuck you.

Y/n: Yes, Sir.

He repositions himself in your thighs and ruts his hips against your ass.

The way his cock sends tingles up your legs has you melting in his arms. His hand tightens around your throat as he kisses the nape of your neck.

His leaking tip gives him more than enough lubricant for his cock to slide effortlessly between your thighs.

You moan, choking a bit due to his fingers pressing lightly on the sides of your neck. He honestly didn't expect to get this aroused, but he likes it.

Y/n: You gonna cum for me, Sir?

Yuta: Where do you want my cum, baby?

Y/n: Inside me.

Yuta: Yeah? Think you deserve it?

Y/n: Yes. I deserve to be filled like a slut.

Yuta: Not like a slut, like my slut.

You gasp in surprise when his cock "accidentally" slips passed your entrance and hits your most desired spot.

He switches positions, kneeling right behind you. He pushes your head deep into the pillows to muffle your screams of pleasure.

You desperately grab at the sheets, walls clenching around him. Goosebumps decorate your entire body right before your vision blurs.

He pounds into your aching cunt, cum spilling deep inside you.

He pulls out and cleans your pussy with his tongue. He even lets you get a taste with a deep kiss.

Yuta: Feeling better, baby?

Y/n: Much better. Can we rest before going back out?

Yuta: Sure. Just don't make it obvious that we fucked. This is Jaehyun's room.

That sobers you up.

There's no fucking way.

Y/n: My brother?!

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a/n: LMAO, i'm insane. also, this is probably the shortest thing i've ever written ო̤̫ oh well!! thanks for reading ‹𝟹

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sugudollz · 4 months

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ Thinking about Suguru with a virgin s/o <3

MDNI!! Virginity loss (from reader obv). Soft I guess??. Fingering as foreplay. AFAB reader + he calls you “doll”, “sweet girl”, “pretty”, and I think princess idk I can’t remember. Can you tell I got lazy past the third paragraph. I forgot to write Suguru’s um yk but let’s just say that’s because he didn’t want to make the situation about him :3. So half-assed this got boring really fast. Is it too obvious I rushed the ending. Not proofread.

“Sugu, I want you to be my first time.” You declare—or you would have if it weren’t for the nervousness laced in your tone. Suguru’s eyes shift to meet your nervous figure the moment you utter those words, caught off guard and his eyes watch you in shock.

“Repeat that for me, doll?” Suguru’s voice is sweet and calm, however a hint of disbelief plays in it. A smile crosses his lips as he eyes you affectionately and you’re clearing your throat while playing with the hem of your skirt.

“I said I want you to be my first time, Sugu.” You repeat, only this time it’s firmer and louder. Suguru laughs softly and shakes his head playfully, walking up to you and taking your hand just before rising it up to press a sweet kiss to your flesh.

“Yeah? What makes you so sure?” He asks and slowly moved your hand away from his lips, only to lace your fingers with his and squeeze your hand once they’re intertwined.

“Well… ‘s jus’… I dunno, I just trust you and y’know…” you murmur, a timid demeanor washing over you and you sink your teeth into your lower lip almost anxiously. Suguru observes your movements and body language; the way you look away causing you to come off as bashful.

“That right?” An affectionate, yet teasing, smile tugs at Suguru’s lips. “You sure?” In response, you nod, a quiet but loud enough “yeah,” following after.

And that’s how you ended up here—gently laid on your shared bed with Suguru sliding his fingers in and out of your tight cunt slowly. Your skirt has been discarded beside the bed, your blouse unbuttoned and exposing your clothed chest. One hand is covering your mouth in a vain attempt to muffle your moans, the other pulling at the bedsheets.

“Feeling good, sweet girl?” Suguru coos as he looks up at you from between your legs, strands of his hair escaping his bun. You hum, nodding, cheeks flushing as your eyebrows knit together. “That’s my girl…” he murmurs just before taking his thumb and pressing it against your clit, drawing hearts on it but you’re too distracted by the new feeling to notice it.

You squeeze your legs together, but Suguru is quick to take one of his hands and grab your thigh, preventing you from doing so. “Princess,” he speaks softly, “keep your legs open f’me, ‘Kay? Need them open if you wanna do this.” He tells you and you whine.

When Suguru sees you nod, he smiles lovingly and proceeds with his work. His two fingers slide in and out easily thanks to how wet you already were beforehand. Suguru watches the way your pussy sucks his fingers in, as if mesmerized by it.

After a few more pumps of his fingers, you feel your tummy tie into knots, a whimper falling out your parted lips. Your walls squeeze his fingers like a vice, coming off as timid with the way you’re so shy about the situation.

“Doll, I’m gonna pull my fingers out, ‘Kay? Only cuz I need you to cum on my cock.” Suguru tells you. You pout and huff, but agree anyways, making your acknowledgment known when you utter a soft, “okay, Sugu,”.

With that, Suguru carefully pulls out before pulling his sweats down, exposing his skin and boxers to you. He reaches one hand down to caress your cheek affectionately, a delicate smile crossing his features.

Then, he leans down to press his lips to yours, making sure it’s slow and gentle to ease you into the atmosphere. Suguru pulls down his briefs and takes his aching cock in one hand, stroking it a few times just before lining it up with your entrance.

Your mouth moves in sync with his, absorbing one another’s love as his and your eyes flutter shut. You moan, feeling Suguru’s tongue slip past your lips. It’s pleasureful, but he pulls away and gazes passionately into your beautiful eyes.

“I’m gonna go in now, okay? Is that alright? You ready?” The voice Suguru takes on is so comforting, despite the lewd intentions behind them.

“Mhm, yeah…” you mumble. After you grant him permission, Suguru carefully and thoughtfully slides his cock inside of you. He’s peppering your face with kisses, one hand caressing you, words of assurance being whispered by him against your skin.

“You can take it, yeah? I know you can. ‘S my girl, mhmm…” Suguru breathes, his warm breath fanning your skin. You’re whining and whimpering, sinking your nails into the flesh of Suguru’s broad shoulders, doing your best to keep your legs open. The stretch is new, something you’ve never felt before—in fact, it’s something you couldn’t even dream of feeling before.

The feeling of Suguru’s dick being inserted into your tight, untouched cunt is so good, yet almost painful. Not in a way that suggests he’s being too rough or mean, no, more like it’s different.

You’re already squeezing around his length and it’s only been a few seconds. You’re squirming, head being tossed side to side, failing to hold back any potentially embarrassing noises. You throw your legs around his waist, the heels of your feet pressing down on Suguru’s lower back and causing him to unintentionally push deeper into you.

You gasp and your eyes fly open. Your jaw drops, saliva spilling out from your mouth, along with a few sobs and mewls.

“Sugu, ‘s too big!” You cry and in response Suguru plays a pout of sympathy on his lips, looking down at you with fond and doting eyes.

“I know, princess, but you can take it, yeah? Take it for me, m’kay? Yeah, that’s a good girl,” Suguru utters with nothing short of adoration laced in his tone. He stays still in your tight pussy, allowing both you and him to get used to the feeling. After a few moments, Suguru inhales, “I’m gonna start moving now, ‘Kay, pretty?”

“Mkay, Sugu,” you cling onto Suguru for dear life, grounding yourself to earth the best you can even when you know he won’t and doesn’t plan on going rough with you.

Suguru steadily begins to move his hips, pushing his cock in inch by inch and inhales deeply before unhurriedly rocking his hips back and forth. You’re moving around and squirming at this new but exciting feeling. Even with how gentle he’s being, you can already feel the head of his dick hitting a sweet spot inside of you.

“Feels good, yeah?” Suguru murmurs and you can feel his warm breath fan against your skin. He’s holding onto your hips with a tight grip, doing everything to hold back from digging his fingers in too deeply into your flesh but deep enough to secure his balance.

“Uh-huh,” you answer and it’s practically a whimper that you didn’t expect to even utter. The feeling of his big dick stretching out your walls is sending you to the moon and back but the burn also makes you release a broken sob from your throat. “Kind of hurts.” You tell Suguru, and he looks at you as a sympathetic frown plays at his lips.

“ ‘m sorry, doll,” he whispers and buries his head in the crook of your neck, where he plants kisses everywhere and anywhere as an attempt to ease the burn. He continues to work his hips to slip his cock into you. In the process, hums and sighs and whines and moans are elicited from your mouth.

He’s mumbling words of reassurance and soft-spoken affectionate statements and that only makes you squeeze him tighter. Your juices paint his cock, your nails sinking into his flesh but he ignores it.

Your legs are wrapped around his waist as he carefully pushes his length into you, taking great thought as to not hurt you.

Your tummy is feeling butterflies fly around it, knots being tied and it’s something you’ve never felt before.

“Sugu… I think ‘m gonna cum,” you say quietly and Suguru smiles—you can even feel it against your skin, but it’s a loving and kind smile.

“Yeah? Cum for me, princess—let go for me, you can do it, c’mon,” Suguru ushers you into your orgasm, talking to you more sweetly than anyone has ever talked to you before. Only within a matter of seconds, you’re releasing all over his dick, moaning during the whole thing and not really paying any mind to the thought that someone can or may hear you. “Yeahhh, that’s my girl,” he quietly utters.

Suguru watched your face in awe, admiring the way your face is contorting into expressions he’s never seen you muster before. He brings his hand to your clit before circling hearts on it, only adding to the stimulation—he’s caressing your hips and thighs with his other hand as if to soothe the overwhelming sensation.

After coming down from your high, Suguru pulls out and he tosses his body right beside yours and wraps his arms around your figure, handling you with extra caution.

“You okay? ‘M sorry if it hurt too bad,” and the way he whispers it in your neck makes you smile, however still feeling a little too weak from the release.

“I’m fine,” you assure him, “thank you.”

“I should be thanking you,” Suguru laughs playfully. “I’ve been waiting so long for this.” And he seals that with a sweet kiss to your lips.

#꒰ SUGU DOLLZ ꒱ — .ᐟ #jjk smut #geto smut #suguru geto smut #suguru smut #geto x reader smut #suguru geto x reader smut #geto suguru smut #jjk x reader smut #geto suguru x reader smut #I hate this 😭 but it won the poll so whatever

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s-4pphics · 1 year

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i fucking love ur ballerina reader series dude ur like my new favorite writer rn ughhhh. can we pls get another part with a strap???

this is so sweet baby thank u!! and of course y’all can :3

wc;cw: 1.06k uh oh, MDNI, reader being mean n nasty n a painslut we been knew that tho, her panties make a return slayyyy, some dirty talk, strap sucking, riding, choking, spanking, more breeding n daddy kink omg, spit🤭, ellie being obsessed??, slight dumbification again hehe, uh i think that’s it idk

you were having a very, very terrible day.

your dance director had been grilling you about the small errors you made in your port de bras because he hates you(if you want to be the lead, act like it! you look sloppy!), and to put it frankly, you were seething.

you ended up excusing yourself into the bathroom to calm yourself down so you could finish rehearsals in peace: you were literally about to kill somebody. you checked your phone as you patted the sweat off your forehead and paced, and—much to your delighted surprise—ellie sent you a little kiss emoji. your mood lightened slightly, she is so cute!

she promised that she would pick you up after rehearsals today so you could hang out at her apartment(u can spend the night if u wanna :p, she’d texted right after her first invite, not knowing your overnight bag was packed and waiting by your dorm door!), and you couldn’t wait to suck her dic—

the door pushed open and you jumped before the familiar voice of your roommate blurted out he's lookin' for you, baby, c'mon out! you rolled your eyes as you released a heavy sigh, discarding the damp cloth in the garbage, adjusting your black leotard and heading back into the dance studio to your instructor’s relentless berating.

you were fucking pissed and sore as you waited on the curbside of the parking lot next to your dorm building. your instructor did not leave you the fuck alone for the remainder of your class.

he’d been breathing down your neck the entire two hours, and you’d been this close to ripping the barre off the wall and bashing his head in with it.

you had some time to run upstairs to you and your roommates shared space after rehearsals to take your ice bath and roll your leg and feet muscles out before ellie came to get you.

a few minutes passed, and you heard the familiar stutter of ellie’s dented, rusted car pull up to you. she excitedly rolled her windows down with a bright squeal of hiii, baby! before she noticed the blank face on your cute ass face, watching you throw your bag on the floor of her car while you sat in the passenger's seat.

“hey,” you said simply.

“hi.. what happened?” she asked, brows pulled down in concern.

“rehearsals sucked today, don’t wanna talk about it, to be honest.”

“okay… you ready to go?”

you only nodded as you turned the radio on, tears glossing your eyes. ellie said nothing, but she grabbed your hand in your lap and gave it a gentle squeeze as she pulled out of the parking lot.

ellie held your hand in hers as she led you into her complex and onto the elevator, hitting the number ‘4’ as the doors shut. you leaned back against the wall and thudded your head against it with your eyes shut. you were so tired.

“are you hungry? we can order whatever you want,” she asked softly as she leaned against the wall with you, pressing soft kisses into your clothed shoulder.

you only nodded at her as she nuzzled you before a loud ding! rang through the enclosed space, silver doors opening to show the hallway.

she grabbed your hand again and led you out the elevator, walking two doors down and unlocking her home.

she pulled you in before she softly closed and locked the door behind you.

she nodded towards her plush-looking couch with a small smile, “sit down and tell me what you wanna eat.”

“ellie.”

“mhm?”

“where’s your dick?”

and she damn near choked and died. whatthefuckwhatthefuck—

“where’s my… where’s my dick?” she replied, slurring slightly.

“yeah.”

ellie had your purple, sheer panties stuffed in her mouth as you rode the fuck out of her.

the minute she guided you to her room and revealed her cleaned, navy blue strap shoved into her bottom drawer, you pounced on her. you’d pushed her onto the bed, tore her clothes off, and shoved your face between her legs without a word and she let you. you made her cum in your mouth with her shaky legs over your shoulders and your fingers inside her and she was losing her mind. after she nutted in your mouth, you silently reached for the dick and passed it to her, wordlessly ushering for her to put it on as you undressed yourself.

she’d strapped it over her pussy, shuddering slightly whenever it brushed over her clit, before you pushed her down onto the bed, got on your knees, and sucked it into your mouth and ellie knew she was going to die she would die—

she doesn't even remember how the two of you got here, her bed was banging on the wall as you bounced on her, your hands balancing yourself on her knees, your propped up and your feet digging into her bed with your head thrown back.

“y‘dick feels so fuckin’ good, daddy, fuck!”

she couldn’t even say anything back to you, and it wasn’t because of your wet underwear in her mouth, but because she forgot how to fucking speak! if she couldn’t remember the alphabet how was she going to talk you through your nut! her eyes were rolled back and her hands were on your hips as her thumbnail dug into your little flower tat that she gave you and she was gonna cum so hard. she’d already came once in your mouth and another time when you first sat on her cock, but she felt this one building in her throat, all the way down to her toes oh shit oh shit—

you tore the panties out of her mouth before you moved to sit on your knees, grabbing her throat with both your hands, squeezing hard, forcing her to hold your intense gaze.

“gonna cum inside your pussy, daddy? yeah? gonna make a mess in me?”

she couldn’t speak due to how loud she was, only whining out weak ‘uh huh uh huhs’ as you grinded the strap onto her clit and she couldn’t sit still, so she slapped your ass hard and nodded fast because she was right there and it felt so good—

she barely noticed that her tongue had been sticking out dumbly before she felt you harshly grab her cheeks with your hand and spat a glob right on her tongue, small specks landing on her cheeks and she was cumming she was cumming!—

“fuuuck! fuckfuckfuck—uuggh!”

“yeahyeah, give it t’me, gimmegimmegimme!—“

ellie swore she was going to fucking faint. she hasn’t come this hard in her life since… ever! she mindlessly reached up to grab your tits as a grounding, but she accidentally ended up digging her nails into your nipples hard and you came so fast from that alone—

…you felt so much better afterwards!

#ballerina!reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams blurb #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams #lesbian #black!reader #black!oc #nonnies ✄┈┈ ˚#tattooist!ellie ✎ ᝰ

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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Ohh, ok, can I have feral Kiba rough fucking Fem!Reader + biting and breeding kinks?

Kiba! I think he was one of first characters that I fawned over in the franchise. He was just so cool and I'm gonna be honest I thought that the fact he had fangs was so cute.

Pairing: Kiba Inuzuka x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, established relationship, rough sex, biting, breeding kink, rutting instincts, mating instincts, feral Kiba

Word count: 0.9k

Ao3

A/N: I'm surprised that there's not a lot of Kiba content out there. He's such a cool guy, and one of the goodest boys in the anime. Where's all the love?

Kiba growled into your ear, his clawed hand digging into your hair scratching, "Stay still babe, I need to get inside, then you can squirm all you want." You arch your back against his naked torso, your ass against his pelvis, while he's trying to work his big cock into you.

You noticed for a few days that he'd been holding back while you were having sex but didn't know why. It was like there was some sort of boundary he set for himself that he would go over, not with out your say so.

He was also struggling every time he was about to finish, not to get there but to hold off through your orgasm long enough for him to pull out, shooting his cum across your cunt and stomach.

When you brought up the issue he was a little bashful about it. Even with your mouth around his cock he was hesitant to admit what he really wanted. It was only when you started riding him, whispering how good his cock feels, how much you love to be filled up, how much you want to feel full of his cum you see something in his eyes shift.

"Kiba? Are you- oh!" He growls into your shoulder as he picks you up by the hips and slams you repeatedly down on his cock a few times. He quickly changes positions, turning you on your stomach, letting his cum drip from between your legs as you try to clamp down around nothing, "Wait, not yet, I'm really close."

"I know baby, just..." Kiba took a deep breath, the tip of his cock rubbing in between your folds, "Hold still." His voice was a full on growl, it sent the most wonderful shivers down your spine and made you spread your legs apart wider, allowing him easier movement. "Tell me if it's too much okay?"

"Okay." You gulped as you felt his clawed hand lay over yours, squeezing and interlocking your fingers as best as he could from this position.

You were not ready for the sheer force of his thrust, for the way he smacked against your ass cheeks with every roll of his hips, keeping you perfectly still while he rutted his cock deep into your cunt. With every stroke you heard him growl, curse and tell you how good you are at taking him, pleasing him, how hot and wet it feels inside you.

"You're still holding back." You clenched your walls around him, tilting your head and bearing your neck to him, "Do you think I can't take you? I can. Please Kiba, fuck me like you mean it, like you want to." You took a deep breath, uttering the two words that made him absolutely lose it, "Breed me."

His fangs snapped close to your ear, on full display, his pupils narrowing into thin, sharp lines. He pushed and pushed, trying to get his cock in deeper than it could go, pulling your hips back, making you moan with every thrust of his thick cock in your dripping pussyhole.

"You wanna be breed huh? Are you my bad girl? A bad girl that wants her cunt filled with my seed?" You bit into the pillow case to stifle your moans. It helped very little. If anything it made Kiba even more animalistic, to know that he's making you feel that good, as if your walls clamping down on his throbbing dick wasn't proof enough.

Your walls started spasming around him, your mind going blank as you orgasmed on his dick, trying to milk every drop of his hot cum, "Yes! Fuck, fill me up, as much as you want! I'm all yours to- ohmygod!"

Kiba huffed and groaned as he sank his cock in deep, flooding your cunt with his hot cum, giving you exactly what you asked for and more. "Wanted to do this for the longest time. You're gonna look so pretty when you're full." His hand sneaks from your hip to pet your stomach.

He pulled back roughly, more jets of cum spraying across your ass and lower back and dripping down your thighs. You tried your hardest to keep as much of it inside, reaching between your legs and pushing it back in with two fingers.

"Damn that's hot. You're so fucking sexy babe. So sexy for me." Kiba leaned down and pressed hot kisses along the back of your sensitive neck, leaving goosebumps and love marks. "Thank you for doing this for me."

"It wasn't just for you trust me." You pulled your fingers out letting the combined cum drip down onto the sheets. Kiba snickered as he settled into bed and pulled you against his chest, "Still not done?" You smile as you look back at him and grind your ass against his still throbbing length.

"It's enough for now." With his fingers he gently gripped your chin and planted his lips against yours, "I love you."

You hummed into the kiss, a little string of saliva still between you two as you ran your tongue over his sharp canines before pulling away, "Then maybe you should share things like this with me more."

"If that's what you want. I'm sorry I was holding back before. Didn't mean to make you worry." Kiba nuzzled his nose against yours, making you giggle at the gesture.

"You can always make it up to me." You husked against his lips, your eyes somehow filled with even more lust then before. Kiba smirked at you and dragged his hand between your legs. You were still sensitive from your orgasm so even the lightest touch on your clit made your hips jerk forward. "We'll canceling our missions for tomorrow, I've got another one for you."

"Sounds like fun. Let's see if you can keep up." Oh. Oh you really liked this new side of him. Hopefully it sticks around for a while.

#naruto x reader #naruto fanfiction #naruto smut #kiba inuzuka #kiba x reader #kiba smut #kiba imagine #kiba fanfic

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writeroutoftime · 8 months

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hi!! can i request a jamie one shot- with introducing the reader to the coaches and making it a big deal

words: 690

a/n: okay, I just love the idea of ted and all the coaches being such an important part of jamie's life that introducing his s/o to them is such a big step!! hopefully this is what you were looking for, sorry for the wait, but please enjoy!

oOoOo

"Babe, don't you think I should be the one who's more nervous here?" you teased, watching your boyfriend of two months psych himself up inside his car for the third time in the past ten minutes.

"I know, I know." Jamie tried to reassure himself. "You shouldn't be nervous at all. It's just their opinion means a lot to me."

Your heart melted slightly at Jamie's confession. Of course, this was an important step in your relationship to him. There weren't many positive, male figures in Jamie's life, and you were happy he had found some in his coaches.

"Well," you began slowly. "I'm really excited to meet them. And it means a lot to me that you even want to introduce me."

"'Course I wanna introduce you, babe. Gotta show everyone how lucky I am." Jamie smirked, coming back to his usual self.

A laugh bubbled past your lips, and you leaned over to interlock your fingers with Jamie's, pressing a reassuring kiss to his knuckles. "Lead the way, then."

oOoOo

Once you got Jamie out of the car, it didn't take him long to drag you through the dog track and towards the gaffer's office. From afar, you could see four men huddled together, and you suddenly felt your heart begin to race. If Jamie had been feeling nervous, you were ten times more nervous to meet some of his role models.

"Jamie Tartt!" Ted's voice called out, alerting everyone to your presence before you could run away. "To what do we owe the pleasure?"

"Well, uh, just wanted to stop by and introduce my partner here." he said, gesturing towards you as if presenting an award.

Beard and Ted shared a knowing look before turning their attention back to you and Jamie. Ted reached forward, grinning from ear to ear with his arm outstretched. "Well, howdy there. It's a real pleasure to meet the person Jamie's been jabbering on about. I'm Ted."

"Oh, of course I know who you are, Coach Lasso. It's an honor to meet you, all of you, in fact." you admitted, slightly bashful.

"None of that Coach business. Just Ted is fine." he insisted. "And, uh, this here is Beard, Nate the Great, and I'm sure you also know Mr. Roy Kent himself." Ted explained, suddenly leaning in towards you. "I promise he ain't as scary as he looks."

You couldn't help but let out a giggle, suddenly feeling much more comfortable in Ted's presence. Eventually, you and Jamie leant against the wall, getting to know four of the people who inspired such positive change in your boyfriend.

At one point, Jamie left to take a call, leaving you alone with his coaches. A comfortable silence fell over the group before Ted looked up at you with a comforting smile, words of wisdom ready to pour from his lips.

"I gotta say, it's been real nice to meet ya, y/n. I wasn't joking when I said Jamie's always mentioning you. And, now I don't mean to lecture, and I'm sure it goes without saying, but Jamie's a really special person. I know his past might be a bit dicey, but he's really put in the work to be his authentic self. And I think I speak for all of us when I say to take care of him, okay?" Ted asked, with Bread, Nate, and Roy all nodding their heads in agreement.

Tears began to prick at your eyes, so you bit your lip and nodded your head in agreement. "I promise." you whispered, so happy to be apart of Jamie's team.

Seconds later, the man in question popped his head back in the office and took note of the change in tone. "Everything all good in here?" he questioned a bit wearily.

"It's perfect." you reassured, reaching out to grab his hand once more.

And so, you said your goodbyes, promised to stop by for the next home game, and walked out with Jamie the same way you walked in - hand in hand. This time, feeling a little closer to the man you loved and who you were grateful to know.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt imagine #ted lasso imagine #rita writes

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azulsluver · 1 month

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FINALLY ANOTHER YANDERE TF2 BLOG

I’ve checked your blog out and I’m finding out you just recently added tf2 🤭 since requests are open can I get something about the post you did of Scout falling for the teams enemy. Can you write a reaction about realizing they have the hots for them? Spy and Scout pretty please with a cherry on top and thank you 🙏🏻

This one got a lil kick to it

Note that I personally have red and blue tf2 characters have different personalities (bc I made my lil tweaks for blue team as my ocs :3)

tw. yandere, gore (?), description of violence, stalking, implied psychological torture, mind break.

Scout is just that guy. So when you’re face planted into soil or concrete you have already given up on fighting back. It’s harder and less gruesome this time, there isn’t a chance to exchange snarky insults when a bat is smashed into your gut.

You don’t wanna point fingers but you’re so sure the Scout is targeting you. Not even going after your Medic, it’s always straight towards you. There were plenty of times you wanted to confront him about it but that just makes you look silly to pout about.

So when you did have the balls to corner and yell at him to piss off, his winning smile would be the last thing you’d see before being blasted with his scattergun.

You’re beyond furious for not being taken seriously, this feels way more personal than fighting over land, it’s as if you offended him in some way.

Scout definitely takes is personally. Like who even are you? All high and mighty on the enemies team with your cute little weapons. It pisses him off so bad he doesn’t even know why. There’s a deep hated settlement for the Blue team, your other teammates don’t catch his eyes like you did, you want his attention so bad dontcha?

When it’s another day of going out to work you almost wanna stay back. But your team needs you as much as you needed them. So you suck it up and pray that Scout would get tired of you one day. You think of what could go wrong, or how it could get even worse. To the point where you’re forced against the wall with his metal bat strangling your neck, the cold steel crushing your windpipe as Scout eyes you up.

“I felt as this could’ve been way more easier on your part, ya know, take ya out some’r real nice. But you wanna be difficult, huh?”

“I mean, I know you got the hots for me, all the babes do.”

His grip lacks in pressure as he geeks to himself, prideful. Taking large amounts of breaths, your hand finds its weapon and clumsily hit him over the head.

It knocks him off you, you’re wheezing and lightheaded as you stumble on top of him. Your fist repeatedly bashing into his face, all the pent up anger slowly releasing as you come to a stop. Holding onto his dog tag with one hand and the other in his hair.

You can say you fantasized the day Scout would fumble into your hands, where you can put the little shit in his place and show him just exactly why you were hired to be here.

The blood dripping down his nose and mouth was not flattering, but god did it feel good. Scout can only suck in his breaths through busted teeth and nose, hazy eyes staring up at you so adoringly.

Putting an end to it, leaving him back in respawn, Scout shudders as he falls backwards on his ass. His heart racing of feeling alive, dead before, but it felt amazing by your hands. The way you looked at him like he was some scum, angering you might be his new favorite hobby.

However, he had to show you what happens when stunts like those get out of hand, don’t you know only he can do that to you?

Spy didn’t think to find himself in love. Not exactly love, loving someone doesn’t make you repeatedly stab their back more than usual. Lingering, waiting, for you to be alone so he can pounce. It’s ungentlemanly of him, but he doesn’t wanna stop so soon.

Just the smell of cigarettes has you on edge, you know it’s your Spy, damned look-a-like. It leaves you paranoid, like a dog with its tail between its legs.

Anyone can be him. Is your Scout a little too nonchalant? Or did you feel unease at your Engineer not answering you in the dead of night, but it’s Engineer, the poor guy needs sleep. But so do you. You can’t feel comfortable in your own base. Always looking over your shoulder, that Demo has been too touchy with you.

It leaves things complicated, one, Spy isn’t so sure on how to reciprocate his feelings with you. It’s unprofessional to date coworkers, one on the other team to be exact. He won’t deny the terror on your face amuses him, it felt nice to know he left a permanent presence that has you petrified. It’s selfish of him to want and indulge, so he carefully, makes himself known in your life. Understand he’s here to stay.

Some psychological damage is being done, you’ve seen plenty of fucked up shit, but being human can only get you so far. It’s gotten to the point you begged your Medic to give you some sorts of medication to sleep better. A place where Spy wouldn’t be able to get you even if he had your physical body back in reality.

You need sleep. He’s making you lose it. You’re losing it and the bags under your eyes are proof.

War leaves something for everyone, a part of you is within those battle grounds. By his hands, laying dead in his arms as your body disintegrates into nothing. You’ll be back at spawn. Dreading to step foot out back to chaos. Because you can see him waiting for you.

Spy needs you without a doubt, you have shown that you aren’t capable of caring for yourself. A mercenary is strong and stable, you were once, yet he’s stripped away a valuable part of you.

#yandere tf2 #tf2 scout x reader #tf2 spy x reader #not my proudest ramble ima be real #feel like I can explore their tactics and behaviors better 😒

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whyse7vn · 5 months

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HELLO MY LOVES ^_^

first of all i would just like to say 2 years what the actual fuck??? did not think i would still be here writing AT ALL wow.

but fr from the bottom of my heart i genuinely and honestly i am sosososos grateful for every single one of you like no joke from every single silly in my inbox to every person in my comments like the love and engagement i have received from starting this account is so insane and i am SOSO GRATEFUL WOW

to think my stupid little posts about 7 silly little men have reached so many amazing people and even managed to made them laugh is so amazing to me like what the hell LIKE WOW you guys really don’t understand how mushy and gross you make me feel when you guys say stuff like my account is your safe space etc.

I DONT WANNA GET TOO EMOTIONAL LMAO SO IMMA CUT THIS A LITTLE SHORT

i love you all

i love the people who silently like my posts

i love all the people who regularly leave me messages/feedback in my inbox and comments

i love all my anons who leave me the sweetest messages that make want to throw up and bash my head against a wall

i love you all so much wholeheartedly

happy 2 years my pretties praying for many many more with you all >3<

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ALSO IF YOU WOULD LIKE PLS PARTICIPATE IN THE SHARING OF #FAVE MOMENTS THIS POST HERE EXPLAINS IT ALL A BIT MORE?? NOW THAT IM READING IT IDK IF IT MAKES SENSE BUT IM SURE YOU’LL GET IT LAMOSOD BUT YEAH LOVE U ALL

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fruit-sy · 2 years

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Randy, uh your music is a lil distorted buddy

On the other hand, have a good ending, where I lovingly gave him a new bandaid (I was tempted to give him a mean nickname, but I like him way too much to do that out of curiosity)

Have my fruitsona, who gave birth to multiple Kamells

My ramble about my thoughts on the game's demo and Randy under the cut,

!! DIALTOWN SPOILERS !!

So, I found Dialtown after scrolling through Omori crossover fics on Ao3 and "phone dating sim" immediately caught my eye.

I don't play dating sims that much these days, but I checked out the steam page, and the premise was so bizzare and the artstyle was so interesting that I had to give it a try and downloaded the demo version.

and wow, what I played was the demo??? I had roughly 4 hours of playtime, and I'm pretty sure I haven't explored everything. The first ending I got was the sock puppet ending which ended my first playthrough rather quickly, next I somehow stumbled blindly into Karen's ending, and then I pursued after Randy in which I was grossed out, felt pity, and then affection for the poor soul that is Randy.

All I gotta say is, I love him man. He's somehow a loveable idiot despite being so spineless and his circumstances being so sad.

As for the game, I'd describe it as a parody on dating sims, being equally qUiRkY as it is vulgar and nihilistic. The narrator being a figment of Phonegingi's rapidly deteriorating mental state reminds me of Pizza game by Jelloapocalypse, except the dialogue doesn't wanna make me bash my head against the wall.

The game's aesthetic? They absolutely nailed the cheap scrapbook vibes, also I like how the characters being object heads are an integrated part of the world and not just because the devs thought it just looked cool. I've not pieced together all the lore, but from what I've gathered, everyone (including animals) looks like that because of the "world wide dialup"

God/Hobo said that in one of the timelines, someone turned everyone's heads into objects. I think it was a forced thing? Since I remember seeing that the clowns revolted against the change and they were killed in a gruesome but hilarious way. Actually, not sure if that was a bit or they were serious-

Anyways, I'm going on a tangent- Most of the love interests, despite not being conventionally "attractive" are likeable! I've only played through Karen's and Randy's route so far, but I'm looking forward to discovering the others 👀

#dialtown #randy jade #dialtown phonegingi #dialtown randy #dialtown spoilers #Phonegingi #Phonegingi fanart #dialtown fanart #randy dialtown #Fruitsona #yep #literally added sunglasses and an ugly hat and that there is my brand #god there's so many characters that I haven't gotten the chance to meet or see character development with #my art

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thefact0rygirl · 10 months

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my dear vee

i’m sorry to hear you’re having a rough time. i’m sending lots of love to you. plus healing and recovery and peaceful vibes.

to contrast the peaceful vibes, if it helps, i just wanted to answer your request for thots with the thing i think about maybe at least twice a day. which is.,,,,, and i always get bashful typing this shit out,,,,

joel miller taking u against a wall. bending u over a counter. he’s fully clothed ur fully undressed type vibe. a lil rough but like just stupidly loving. inundated with praise while being railed within an inch of ur life. you know.

id like some sort of cowboy to just help me empty my brain. just something to think about.

love u and if there’s anything i can do, i’m here!!! love deedee

DEEDEE MY SPARKLING CHAMPAGNE DIAMOND ✨ i don't know what tumblr did with your ask because i'm just now seeing it but i aM FROTHING

joel miller x afab!reader (nsfw 18+, 580 words, rough sex, p in v, desperate "i can't lose you" vibes)

"The fuck is wrong with you?" There is a weight to his words, a mix of crushing frustration and terror after your recent smuggling run. Calling it a disaster would be an understatement; it was an absolute shit show.

You and Joel are lucky to still be alive, but the bitterness of adrenaline still lingers even hours later. You're still seething, Joel more so than you. It simmers on the surface, hanging around Joel's apartment like a thick cloud of smoke. The right thing to do would be to sit down and talk things through. Like well, adjusted adults. And maybe if you weren't living in a post-cordyceps world you'd do just that.

But there is a lot of other shit you would do if the outbreak never happened. So instead, you and Joel let it fester, only allowing it to surface with obvious eye rolls from him and aggressive quips from you. It's the reason you're in your current position — naked and wet from your shower with a pissed off and clothed Joel bending you over the bathroom sink.

You grip the sides of the sink, holding yourself steady as Joel pushes you until your forehead is pressing against the dirty mirror in front of you. With your breath fogging up your reflection, you grit out, "I saved your life."

He replies with a sarcastic snort, notching his cock at your wet entrance. "You were reckless. You could've died."

"But I didn't — fuck!"

Your reply is cut off when he pushes inside of you. He doesn't stop until he's bottomed out, the feeling of fullness making you gasp as he sets a steady and harsh rhythm.

It's good this way.

Really fucking good. You don't need sweet and gentle, you need this gloom gone. You need to be twisted and squeezed, wrung out like a wet rag. You both do. Every hard thrust of his cock seems to reverberate through your body, shaking off the frustration.

Despite what Joel believes, the risk you took was deliberate and calculated. You weren't a reckless idiot, you just understood the situation. With Joel cornered by a group of infected, you had to draw their attention. And you did. Sure, it was stupid, but it worked, no matter how much Joel wishes it didn't.

Whining your name, he pulls you back until your back is pressed against his chest. Locking an arm around your chest, he keeps you in place. You're pressed against him, joined to him, close to him.

Safe with him.

"I could've lost you," He's babbling behind you, breathless and panting, but forcing the words out between hard thrusts. "You'd be gone right now. That what you want? Huh? Wanna end up mindless and infected?"

You shake your head as he buries his nose in your hair, his lips moving against your ear as he slips his other hand down to play with your clit. It's then that your legs start to shake, your climax drawing closer by the moment.

"I can't lose you. I fucking can't. Alright? You understand? Tell me you understand." He presses his fingers harder against your clit, demanding your answer as the fierce ache of your approaching orgasm shakes you down.

"I do. J—Joel, fuck, I’m—”

You’re trying to warn him, the ecstasy in relief looming over you as you try to keep the crest of ecstasy from crashing.

"Then prove it. Come for me. C'mon, show me you're still here. I wanna feel you."

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x afab!reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #deedee my beloved #🥂 anon #vee answers #joel miller #tlou #the last of us fanfiction

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wrr000 · 1 year

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＂ｓａｙ　ｙｅｓ　ｔｏ　ｈｅａｖｅｎ＂

- Heimdall oneshot, this is actually a really short and cut scene from fanfic about my oc and him, but I wanted to show you guys a little bit of this idea, ik it's stupid, I wrote this for comfort

TO PEOPLE WHO REQUESTED SOMETHING: don't worry, I'm working on it!

Summary: gender neutral reader, there is a party in Odin's place, reader is REALLY awkward, reading mind is kinda an intimate and emotional moment (pls don't cringe)

Warning: Heimdall insulting reader, really short

Enjoy!

You walked in. You turned red as the heat from the hall hit you. There was a smell of alcohol and roasted meat in the air. People were drinking and laughing, sitting at tables full of food. Your friends were here, God of Thunder and his family and even Odin himself.

But you didn't care.

Your eyes were searching for one person.

The most beautiful Aesir.

From table to table, from one figure to another, you finally got him. He was leaning against the wall, alone, drinking someting from wood mug. He just watched the others having fun. As always. You knew he wasn't into parties.

Your face become more red and heart was beating faster. You were nervous.

You wanted to watch him for a moment longer. Tall, slender and relaxed. His golded brains shimmering in the light with his slight movements. And those amazing purple eyes.

Oh shit, he spotted you.

You nervously began to wrinkle your dress. New dress, especially for him. Because yes, you had a crush on Heimdall. At first, everyone was telling you to stay away from this asshole. And you tried. You didn't even had to try actually, he pushes you away the moment he opens his mouth. But when one day to manage to have a normal conversation (hard to say it was "normal", but normal for Heimdall) with him - you changed. Your feelings had change.

But you knew you never had a chance. He was a God - and you don't. Besides, he probably despised you, so why did you even try? And yet you... Tried. Impress him. Make him think that you're pretty. You came to that party for him. To spend time with your lover.

In and out. You took a deep breath. In and out. Breath, remember to breath.

You started to walk towards him with a little gentle smile. He knew that. Well, he knew everything, why you are here and what's up with that dress ("It was a stupid idea", you cursed yourself in mind). But you needed to overcome your growing feeling of embarrassement.

And there you were. Standing right in front of him, unable to speak. You started to panic. What's gotten into you today? "Say something", you thought, trying to collect words in your head and form a sentence.

"Struggling much with basic activity? I didn't know you couldn't even speak properly", Heimdall said, taking a sip from his mug.

"Well, yes, I mean no!", you finally spoke, "You aren't a big fan of events like this, hm?", stupid! Why are you asking this??? You talked about it before! Even without it you knew, everyone was talking about how unpopular at parties he was.

"Stop asking question when you already knows an asnwer. Be less stupid, please", he set his empty mug aside, "I know you wanna say something better, you've got your mind on me, after all".

You cursed yourself for being so messy and bashful around him?! You were an adult! You could fight, but not talk to other being? What was happening to you? And stop thinking so much!

"I'm just playing, sunshine. No need to be so nervous", a smirk appeared on his face.

You wanted to react somehow, but he suddenly take a few steps towards you, cutting the distance between you two. He was just about to step into your personal space. You slightly lift up your head to look at his face. You gulped.

"This dress isn't the best, but since you humilite yourself for me I won't embarrass you this time", well damn, you really should think less in his presence. Or maybe think more about why you love someone like him, yeah, it's worth thinking.

He took your hand. You were shaking, but still smilling at him, a bit less than before. You needed to play it cool and don't competely panic. Your back got hot and knees a little weak. You thought you are gonna faint. It was harder to breath in every second.

Heimdall was holding your hand, looking with those hypnotazing eyes right at you. And you could just stare and let him read your mind. That you find him interesting, smart, handsome and don't as bad as everyone said. His cheeks turned almost invisible red.

It felt like a heart-to-heart talk even you nor him said a word. And it was good feeling. You started to think. Maybe you had a chance? Maybe.. He likes you back? You didn't want to even think about it before. You tried to shut this idea down, but in that moment... He felt so close at hand. So close.

"You are so brainless", a laugh escaped his thin, red lips.

And, again to your suprise, he bowed slightly before you had a chance to react.

"But will you dance with me?", you gasped, didn't know what to say. Is it happening, really? Maybe you are dead?, "No, you're not dead. It's happening and you better say 'yes' to me, dummy, I won't ask again".

"I- W.. With pleasure", you finally spoke, still in shock, but very happy.

You couldn't stop smiling, hot-red faced. It was so unreal. You couldn't believe. After having eye on him for quite time - he's asking you to dance. It's must be either dream or Valhalla.

You allowed him to led you to the center of the hall. Everyone was staring.

But you didn't saw them anymore.

Your eyes were locked at Heimdall and only him.

When you were about to start dancing, he pulled you to him, grabbing your wrist. You could feel his warm body pressed against yours. Your both hands gently rested at his shoulders.

Then he whispered into your ear:

"The night is still young, sunshine and I really don't like your dress".

#gow #gow ragnarok #god of war #god of war ragnarok #gow x reader #gow heimdall #gow ragnarok x reader #heimdall #heimdall x reader #gow heimdall x reader

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snippity-snappity-snoot · 2 years

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@tartppola this is for u ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “Crowley, this feels a bit unnecessary…” You offer, observing the headmaster of one of the most prestigious academies for young mages in the entirety of Twisted Wonderland as he lay completely prone on your couch, face-flat in one of your pillows and occasionally making garbled mutterings which could be words but were equally as likely to be just general wails of despair. Nothing about the position looked comfortable (his legs were awkwardly dangling off the side since he was slightly too tall to sprawl across your furniture) but you think he had already become victim of the sunk cost fallacy and was too deep in his dramatics to quit now. A small huff escapes you, sinking to your knees and leaning forward to rest your forearms on the upholstery. Crowley flinches when he feels the cushion bend under your weight but makes no move to acknowledge your presence. Rude. Just because he’s sulking doesn’t mean that he gets to snub you in your own home.

You pinch his ear.

“U-u-uwarghhh!!! I give, I give! Have mercy…!” Crowley shrieks, shooting up so fast he almost bashes head into yours in a desperate attempt to stop the mild discomfort you were suddenly putting him through. In the midst of his floundering, one of his hands ends up grasping your wrist in an attempt to gain purchase. You take a moment to notice how, despite how his claws prickle against you, he still doesn’t scratch you. Even at his most ridiculous, Crowley’s care for you has a habit of shining through.

You soften at that thought and let your hand fall down, ceasing both your gentle torment (you had not been pinching him that hard) and Crowley’s incessant squawking (once again: you had not been pinching him that hard) at the same time. But rather than return to your side, you let your fingertips slowly trace across the shell of his ear, down the curve of his jawline and ending up right at his lips. He shuts up. “There’s my silly bird,” You coo, “I know you’re upset that our plans got messed up because you got called into work.” Your other hand comes up to cradle his cheek. He promptly leans into it, soaking up the affection with a little sniffle.

“And I’ll admit! I was also a little depressed that things had to change on such short notice…” You continue. “But you wanna know something?”

Crowley looks at you, eyes somehow still looking watery despite being obscured by his mask. “...What is it?”

You grin and whisper to him.

“I’m the sort of person that celebrates their birthday all week. So you’ve got plenty of time to make it up to me.”

His face blankens for a second, before his eyes light up (quite literally in his case) and a prideful smirk crosses his face. “Nyohoho! That’s right! I am, of course, terribly kind and resourceful and would never let a little setback like ‘needing to fill in paperwork for building repairs because some members of the student body blew up a wall again’ stop me from celebrating such a special occasion! Now, I wonder if I can somehow salvage that previous booking-”

At this point, he begins to ramble and you sorta lose track of what he’s saying. Honestly, his little declaration would’ve been more effective if his hat and clothing weren’t noticeably crumpled from his now forgotten temper tantrum… and he weren’t noticeably nuzzling into your hand… but this was definitely more preferable than him moping around.

You were sure that this birthday was going to be one of your most memorable yet.

#my writing #crowley x reader #this is literally so late im so sorry ina #in my defense i learned it was your birthday on your birthday #anyway heres bird #twst #twst x reader #dire crowley x reader

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starlit-moonlight · 1 year

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Make You Scream - Ghostface!Billy Hargrove

notes: i’m late for halloween but i don’t really care lol, enjoy. i wrote this after a mental breakdown, sorry if it’s bad. not edited. i watched scream for the first time this halloween so here we are i guess

warnings: blood, violence, knifeplay, ghostface!billy, female reader, nsfw, smut, minors dni, kissing, groping, swearing (i think that’s it)

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You pull your curtains closed as you begin to undress, discarding your cheer uniform, your hair scrunchie, beginning to unclasp your bra after taking your panties off; ready for your shower. You hear a crash come from downstairs, assuming it was just the wind or something. Nothing to worry about.

You walk into the bathroom, the room filling with steam as soon as you turn the shower on, standing directly under the water to wet your hair. The sound of another crash downstairs and the sound of something ripping loudly makes your stomach flip.

It’s just the wind. It’s just the wind. It’s fine.

Though the creaks on your floorboards startle you; you were meant to be home alone. But there was someone in your room. So you quickly wrapped your blue bathrobe around your body and opened the bathroom door, tip-toeing into the hall.

Your mom had warned you to lock all of the doors and windows while she went out to collect Nancy and Mike from different parties. Nancy’s being Tina’s Halloween bash which you turned down to spend time with Robin and Vickie, who bailed on you at the last second. Ted was… Somewhere. And Holly was at her friend’s house, trick or treating. Leaving you on your own.

The only other person who had a key to your house was Max Mayfield, so you wrote it off as her sneaking into your house if things got too hectic at her house; which most nights it did.

“Max?” You called out, gasping at the sound of something metal scraping against the banister of the stairs. “This isn’t funny, Maxine!”

A low chuckle made you rush to your room, or you could have got there if a large leather gloved hand didn’t wrap around your throat, slamming you against the wall, almost making a painting fall off the wall. The first thing you notice is the mask, then the fact that the person beneath the mask was shirtless and covered in blood, and—

“Are you scared, Y/N?” The person asks, chuckling as you wince from the pressure of the knife to your throat. “No need to be scared, pretty girl. It’ll all be over soon.”

There’s something familiar about the golden skin and skull tattoo on his shoulder beneath the—what you hope is—fake blood, a familiarity to the hands that hold the knife that’s traveling between the valley of your breasts, his other hand moving up to cup one of your breasts.

Should I flirt with him so he leaves me alone?

“What are you gonna do to me, pretty boy?” You say, daringly reaching out to run your fingers down his stomach, his prominent muscles flexing beneath your touch, resting your fingertips on the waistband of his blood-soaked jeans, bringing your voice to a whisper. “Please don’t kill me, Mr Ghostface. I wanna be in the sequel!”

He continues running the blade along your body, bringing it up to your chin to tilt your head up to look directly into the eyes of the mask; the sensation of his real eyes burning into yours.

He caressed the knife along your side, hands slipping underneath your robe to let it fall to the floor. He let out a sigh of content, his necklace resting against your skin as he leaned in closer to your ear, wrapping a blindfold he’d had tucked in the back pocket of his jeans around your head to cover your eyes. Then he took the mask off when he knew you couldn’t see.

“Maybe I’ll slit your throat,” he says, his smooth voice even lower than before, and you recognize it instantly. Heat pools between your legs and against two of his fingers when you realize it’s Billy Hargrove; the cute lifeguard that helped Holly learn how to swim.

But what the fuck was he doing at your house. Was he there to kill you?

He smashes his lips against yours, the knife long forgotten after he’d dropped it to the ground, touching your body all over, with you doing the same, moaning his name into his mouth.

“Maybe I’ll even torture you, pretty girl,” he whispers, his hands taking a vice grip on your waist after slipping the gloves off, leading you somewhere else; your bedroom, more than likely. “But I’m gonna make you scream first.”

feedback is always appreciated ♡

#billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x female reader #x reader #billy x reader #ghostface!billy hargrove #billy hargrove #stranger things #halloween #bee writes things #billy hargrove smut #smut #MINORS DNI

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