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nyxxxatnite · 5 months

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Poison

Plot: it should’ve been known that just because you slept with him, doesn’t mean anything changes. And you can’t help but fall for his words every time

Pairings: asshole!Wally Clark x loner!fem!reader, alive!wally x alive!reader

warning(s): SMUTT!!!! Heavy angst at the end, reader gets used for sex, semi-public sex, p in v, unprotected sex (WRAP IT), no happy end, wally bullies the reader, wally is an absolute asshole unless he’s fucking the reader, fingering, degrading, tbh this is shit, NOT PROFREAD

a/n: YALL. okay so i recently binged Hazbin Hotel and this smut is based on a song from the show called Poison. I’m obsessed with it! Anyways. Lets get TO IT!

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the sound of the bell snaps you out of your day dream, making you look up from your notepad. Students are standing and making their way out of the classroom to hurry to their next class, leaving you by yourself. As you begin to pack your things you noticed a folded piece of paper tossed between the pages of your notepad. You grab it gently and open it, immediately recognizing Wally’s sloppy handwriting.

“Meet me in the janitors closet during our free period ;)”

you roll your eyes and crumple the paper up, tossing it into the trashcan as you walk out of the already empty classroom. You wouldn’t fall for his shit this time. The last time you did your heart got torn into shreds. But at the same time…god you’ve never had an orgasm like the one he gave you. It should’ve been a one time thing, well no, it shouldn’t have happened at all. You only went to his house to help him out with homework like he had requested and one thing led to another and you were pressed face down into his mattress as he ruined your insides.

the second time it happened? Well, honestly that was your own mistake. It was after school and you wanted to find a place to smoke in peace, so you wandered to the football field. Low and behold there he was, running laps by himself. In your defense you did try and leave but he’s a football player for crying out loud. He caught up quick and stopped you, starting to tease you about your habits. And one thing turned into another and you were riding him on the bleachers with your skirt bunched at your waist.

you hated him and he hated you but fuck his dick game was too good. But you wouldn’t let it happen again, especially when you realized about a week ago you like the football player. When you fully figured it out you avoided seeing like like he was a solar eclipse. Which made him pissed off, so when he noticed you spaced out in class he thought it the best time to give you the note.

before you could even fully wander down the hallway, you were being pulled into a small space. And when the chemicals hit your nose you knew exactly where you were. You ripped your arm from the quarter backs grasp and glared up at him.

“what the fuck Wally,” you snapped and stepped back to the door. Effectively, he blocked you in and pressed himself to you, against the door. You knew if you tried to leave you’d out the both fo you, and you’d hate to have everyone mock you

“you’ve been avoiding me, asshole, what the fuck,” he sneered and leaned down to be closer. The closer he got the more his scent encapsulated your sense. Fuck he smelt so nice.

“no shit, i fuckin’ hate your guts,” you sneered back and glared up at him. The only response you got was a snicker from him.

“nah, the only guts in this equation are yours while i’m fucking ruining them,” he whispered and gently placed his lips to your neck. You shiver and try to flinch away but his hand in your hair stops you from moving. You try to free your poor hair from his grasp but he grips harder and glares down at you.

“admit it, you love when i dick you down. You’re a fucking whore who loves to get pushed around by the star football player. Which isn’t a surprise, seeing how much of a freak you are.”

you should’ve been upset by his words but all you felt was arousal, that familiar hear between your legs. Why was this turning you on so much? Without too much thought behind it, you swung your arm back a bit and up. With a loud smack, your hand lands on his cheek, a harsh slap erupted in the small space. His face turned to the side from the impact, but that wasn’t what deterred you. The smirk rising to his lips made you lean back a bit in surprise and then the sudden impact on your chest settled in as he spun you around. With a harsh push, he’s pinning you to your front against the door, arms locked behind your back.

you hiss at the contact and try to snap at him but are cut off by the harsh yank from your hair along with the smack that landed on your ass. You let out a yelp and squeeze your eyes shut at the harsh sting hits you like bricks. And within seconds you’re feeling the cold air hit your already soaked cunt. He’s all but careful as he shoves his ring and middle finger into your hot cunt, making you moan out. His free hand is slapping over your mouth as he pumps his fingers in and out of your aching cunt at an aggressive speed, curling them every now and then to hit that perfect spot inside of you.

with his hand muffling your moans, you let them fly. Small pants are given from the dark haired boy as he pressed his hard cock against your plush ass that still stung from his assault earlier. Your eyes roll a bit from the harsh pace, already feeling a small knot build in your gut but it was easily ruined as he pulled his fingers out abruptly. You wanted to cry out in protest but the sound of his belt being undone made your heart leap in excitement.

He’s grabbing your hips and pulling them back a bit so your ass is out more for him. You jump a bit as you feel his tip prod at your entrance, gathering whatever wetness he could before he pressed into you. The stretch always felt a bit tight but you knew you’d be feeling like heaven in moments.

but he sat for a second, stuffed to the hilt inside of you. You turn your head a bit to look back at him but he grabs your hair and forces you to look away from him. Your confusion is dissolved as he starts to pull out only to slam back into you. You bite down on your lip to keep your cries in, loving the feel of his dick deep inside of you. His pace is all but sweet as he starts to fuck into you like a dog in rut. The soft groans coming from him were like heaven, along with the loud sounds of your squelching cunt and his balls slapping against your clit and his pelvis smacking into your ass.

you try and reach back to hold onto some part of him but he quickly slaps your hand away, keeping his hand in your hair to keep your head stabilized. And for some reason you feel like he’s trying to keep himself distant from you. After he had just bitched about you avoiding him as well.

your thoughts are interrupted as you felt that knot in your lower abdomen build up again. You whimpered softly and reached down between your legs, rubbing your clit quickly to help. Wally’s hips keep pistoning into you, trying to chase his own high as well. Within a few more thrusts he’s shooting his cum deep inside of you, painting your walls that milky white color. His finish triggered yours making you spasm a bit, feeling your liquid leak down his dick and your own thighs. You were thankful you were wearing a skirt, clean up would be easy.

after taking a little breather you started to get yourself together. You turn your eyes up to the boy, seeing his eyes clouded with thought. You stepped closer only to be pushed back, “we can’t do this again. If people found out i was fucking you my reputation would be ruined. Just stay the fuck away from me from now on, freak.”

with that, he’s moving around you and darting out or the closet, leaving you alone. You’d fallen for it again, and this time his poison hit its mark leaving you with a broken heart.

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misslovasstuff · 9 months

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“Something else”

Sanji x reader

summary: after a long day, you and your boyfriend find yourselves comforting each other. Soon that comforting turns into something else.

Tags/warnings: opla!Sanji x fem!reader, suggestive nsfw language, unprotected sex, sexual language, degenerate language and kinks… (first time writing smut, kinda nervous)

author’s note: although I think of Sanji as a power bottom (so i might have included some praise there as well) I just know how thirsty yall are for a dominant Sanji, especially if he calls you his bitch, lol. Anyways, enjoy.

“Finally alone. - you sigh, putting strands of hair behind your ear as you allow to watch Sanji with the corner of your eye as he closes the bedroom door. - It was such an exhausting day.”

“Agreed. - he sighs as he approaches you with a smile. - good thing we’re here for each other.”

He places a kiss on your forehead, hand caressing your cheek whilst his eyes seem to be putting some sort of magic on you, pulling you closer and making your head spin like coming across an hypnosis, strong enough to shake you off.

Don’t look at me with those eyes.” - you say with a terrible blushing voice, covering his face with your hand, slightly pushing him away from your embrace.

“Mhm? - he hums, pulling you by the waist and kissing your shoulder. - Since when are you so shy around me?”

Sanji asks with a teasing smile as you rest your hands on his chest, slightly blushing.

“Do I still make you nervous although we’ve been together for a while now?” - he keeps planting soft kisses on the skin of your shoulder, travelling to the collarbones, pulling down your coverage a little.

“S-sanji… - you gasp, not expecting him to be all over you right now. - I’m always nervous when I’m with you like this.”

He listens to your voice becoming shaky as he grabs your neck gently, devouring it with kisses and small love bites which only made him more eager.

“You can relax and enjoy it with me, love. - he kisses your ear and whispers. - I always make you feel good, no?”

As he leans you in his bed, his hot breath hits your cold skin, making you shiver. No matter how many times he touches you, your body loses all muscle memory and it feels like it’s the first time over and over again.

Sanji grabs your waist with one hand travelling up from your back, tracing your skin with his fingers. He stops for a moment and looks at you directly in the eyes with a smirk.

He unleashes your bra, a trick he’s mastered fully, taking in the satisfaction of seeing such a lewd expression on your face.

“Be a darling and take the shirt off for me, would you? - he says, taking your wrist and kissing it. - No princess treatment for you tonight though.” - Sanji watches you take off your top, revealing your already unhooked bra hanging over your breasts.

Usually, Sanji would praise you all the time during foreplay. He’d kiss you softly and gently, tracing your curves and calling you his princess. From time to time he’d ask you what you wanted from him and he’d always give it to you. Tonight however, -

“Tonight you’re my bitch.”

Your eyes open wide. Although Sanji had never called you that before, it was impossible to deny that something had just awakened in you.

“Your what?” - you face flushes red, not noticing him going down in your chest, biting your bra and putting it aside.

He’s a smart man who can read you like no other. Sanji knew what would take to make your shyness go away, and he’s doing exactly that.

He starts messaging your breasts while pressing his thumbs on your already hard nipples, getting a cute reaction out of your pretty mouth.

He wants to feel you moaning in his mouth, thus his lips soon enough crash harshly against yours without warning. He grabs your chin, tilting it down with his thumb:

“Open wide.”

Once you follow his command, his tongue starts playing with yours as never before, sucking on it all while his fingers played with your nipples and slowly travelled down your waist and lower stomach, caressing your soft skin.

“Bitch.” That kept playing in your head repeatedly as Sanji touches you, various fantasies playing in your mind like a film for which your face was Sanji’s movie theatre.

“You have anything against it? - he asks teasingly, raising an eyebrow. With that, you shake your head which makes him smirk. - Thought so.”

Your lips become so soft and wet when he kisses you, usually. But now, he bites them, sucks on them and licks them with no hesitation as he takes a strong grip around your waist.

Sanji moves his hand on your back, making you arch it so your bodies touch in the right places.

Unconsciously, as you are completely drown in his kisses, you start grinding against him, leaving out some desperate moans which he reciprocated in your mouth.

“Someone’s getting excited. - he says, plugging his nails into your skin ever so slightly, but still making your body shiver with immense pleasure. - You can’t wait to get dicked down, can you?”

With that question, you nod with a whine.

It can’t be helped. Heavy breaths between kisses, parts which are touching briefly but screaming to get nearer, sloppy lips and trembling legs, everything adding up was making you lose your composure.

“S-sanji… - you moan his name, running your fingers through his hair as you grind harder against him. - P-please…”

“Please what?” - he asks, looking down as your crotch desperately touches his.

With a whine, you touch his belt, pulling him closer.

He smiles and says: “now now, - he grabs your hand and place it in your what he liked to call his pet. - if you’re so impatient, might as well play with yourself until I decide to go down on you.”

Now you’ve completely staring to lose it. He has never asked this before. Whatever switched on him tonight, it’s also switching you up for good. As it goes, you follow his instruction and start touching yourself. Your fingers work their way through under your skirt, only to feel how wet you already had gotten.

“Good girl. - his voice deep and husky as he gazes at your every move. - Feeling good already? - he caresses your thighs with his fingers. - No wonder, a whore like you would get off this easily.”

His words only arouse you more as you let out moans while rubbing yourself slowly and gently. He smirks whilst watching your face literally melting, as you bite your lip and stare into his eyes, as if you were giving him a little show.

“Look at you, - he scans you from head to toe, seeing your body in full ecstasy. - so hot and bothered tonight.”

You moan, one hand in your wet cunt and the other on your mouth as you try to hold yourself from letting out any more lewd sounds. Meanwhile, your man is watching your hand moving under your white skirt.

“I want to enjoy the view, if you don’t mind.” - he grabs your skirt and pulls it down in one try.

So fucking hot of him.

You grab his collar, making Sanji’s body hover over yours. After moaning in his ear, you whisper:

“If I’m your bitch you gotta treat me like one. - you say, untying the buttons of his shirt eagerly. - so give me your cock already, Sanji.”

Something snapped in your lover’s eyes the moment you grabbed his collar and whispered those words. It was pure excitement, growing more evident with each passing moment.

“Love, if you were so horny to begin with you should have just come to me, - he explains, cupping your cheek. - But it’s too late for that now so I might as well cum in you. You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes yes, I want you to fill me up, please.” - you whine, parting your legs as you come close to climaxing from touching yourself so desperately.

His mind goes crazy. Sanji takes off his shirt and reveals the body you so much adored all while you unbuckle his belt, attempting to lower his pants when he pushes you against the bed.

He takes the hand which you were teasing yourself with and kisses it, purposely not letting you hit your orgasm. His head goes down to your inner thighs, sucking on them until reaching your zone to which he forms a smirk.

“I wish you could see what I’m seeing. - he says, starting to rub your clit and sucking through the fabric of your panties. - Such a wet mess, all for me.”

You try to restrain your moans, but Sanji was making you almost come with your panties on, let alone what’d happen if he -

“Ah!”- you moan loudly as the blonde pulls down your panties and sucks on your clit while teasing two fingers around your hole. - Ah, fuck, Sanji!”

You whine, pushing your head back and pulling his hair once he puts them in and out slowly at first, only to pick up the pace as he hears your moans go louder.

“Fuck? - he hums, the vibration hitting your zone. - Fuck what, love? This tight hole of yours?”

Shameless. He’s going completely out to eating you like an animal.

You don’t know what has gotten into him but, it was so fucking hot. No matter what, Sanji always goes down on you with so much love. His tongue seems like it’s programmed to find your most sensitive spots and make you feel blessed.

His fingers pick up the pace, making you shout his name multiple times before coming close again.

“let me, Sanji… - you beg, seeing how the your precious love-cook had no intention on letting you finish that easily. He was already making you numb with his fingers alone. - Just let me come already, why you gotta be so mean?!”

“Asking won’t get you nowhere. - he says, inserting his tongue deep into you. - And calling me mean makes you sound like an ungrateful slut, love.”

“Sluts should be thankful then? How can I thank you?” - You lick your lips as you observe his tie still being the only piece of clothing he has on his torso, making him look so sexy. Truly, you swore to yourself you’d let this man do unspeakable things but also a part of you wanted to drive him crazy, make him whimper and cry under your touch.

“Thank me? Oh, trust me love you’re doing enough. - he claims, noticing you’re close. - But if you’re feeling so grateful, might as well finish like the good girl you are.”

It doesn’t take long before you finish on his face, letting out a scream of ecstasy.

Thus, you grab his tie, still hardly breathing, making him to look up to you.

He meets your gaze and licks his lips.

“Fuck, - you cuss out, - you look so pretty like that.”

Once he hears the satisfaction in your voice, Sanji smirks and approaches:

“You want to taste yourself, darling?”- he asks and you nod, pulling him by his collar, kissing him so deeply that he could swear feeling your tongue going down his throat.

“Who’s the bitch now?”- you smirk, attempting to catch him off guard. Little did you know that there was no taming him tonight. Once his eyes meet yours, watching his gaze, you gulp:

“How about you tell me? -

He opens your mouth with his long and tender fingers, inserting two of them in there. You moan, looking at his blue grey eyes intensely.

“Yes, just like that. - he says breathily, - look at that this mouth can do, goodness…”

You suck on his fingers, licking your own cum from them so eagerly. Sanji caresses your cheek with his other hand and says:

“Someone is growing too desperate, - he pushes your bottom lip down with his thumb, - such a needy whore you are.”

Fuck.

Seeing Sanji all worked up like this; his smoky eyes looking down on you, his golden hair already a mess, his tie still hanging on his chest and those strong arms of his that are now surrounding you, his body hovering yours. You felt protected, loved and cared for, but most of all…

“Please Sanji, do me now harder than ever…” - you manage to say breathily, whining about how much you needed him inside of you now.

“You sure? - he starts to take off his shorts painfully slowly. - You want me to fuck you hard, love?”

You bite your lip and nod, looking at Sanji’s hands whilst he unbuckles his pants, leaving you with a great view to witness as he reveals his cock already hard and striving to get deep within you.

“Beg for it.”

He demands while stroking his cock, making you even more eager than before.

“I … - words are hardly coming out of you as your mind is distracted at him touching himself like that.

He teases your entrance with his tip.

“Sanji! - as you moan his name, Sanji smirks and asks again:

“Beg.”

You turn to look away as you stutter out your desperation: “Please, Sanji, please… I can’t take much more of this torture, put your slutty cock where it belongs.”

“Look at me, - he holds your chin up, - you’ll do as I say if you want me to -

Sanji interrupts himself with a groan once his thing grinds against your entry because of your sudden hip movement. You were clearly teasing him and he knows and… he likes it.

“Fuck, - he cusses out, as he grinds his thing against your entry, stroking himself harder, knowing that you were already wet enough and ready for him, - this is gonna be so good, love. I’ll fuck my pretty whore so so good.”

Your eyes shut and your hands clench into the bed sheets, eyes gazing over his cock which looked so good in his hand, slowly entering you. Once you feel the tip going in, your mouth is already drooling. Sanji groans, feeling his length wrapped up all good by your tight walls.

He places a hand on your lower stomach, feeling proud of himself because of how deep he is within you. Then, all that confidence and amusement is reflected in his eyes which turn to yours, easily reading through them and realising how much you loved him doing you like this.

“Ahhh, love. - he moans, beginning to thrust into you slowly. - you’ve been waiting for this all day or what? You’re clenching so good around me.”

As your body gets hotter and hotter, his words only add gasoline to the fire burning inside of you.

“Hnngh, Sanji… - the way his name drops out your mouth like honey, how you grab into his arms as his thrusts become stronger, the way you bite your lip and keep whining about how amazing it feels… all of this was making Sanji experience sensations out of this world. - you’re so good to me.”

“Is that so? - his breath gets heavier, a hand travelling up your throat, grabbing with a light grip on it. - show me how good you feel then. I want you to keep moaning like the dirty bitch you are.”

“Ahhh, fuck… - you shout out loud, feeling his dick go deeper with every thrust. His hand chokes your neck, thumb reaching to your lower lip, brushing it off gently.- Sanji!”

“That’s right, baby. - he groans, surrendering as he clenches his hands on the sheets while looking at your pretty face. You put your hands around his shoulders, scratching it with your nails.

“You wanted my cock so badly didn’t you? - Sanji grabs a hold of your hips, pushing them down with each thrust. - Tell me how bad you want it.”

“I… ahhh shit… - you try to blur out the words. - I want you to break me, love.”

With those words, Sanji takes a hold of your legs and puts them over his shoulders, giving you a new angle which made both of you moan loudly as the pace of his thrusts increases.

“F-fuck, baby… - he stutters, biting his lip as he puhes his head back with a groan. - letting me fuck you like this, what a good girl you are… yes… yes you’re so … ahhh..”

“Sanji, - your hand reaches to pull him in but he reacts quickly, taking a hold of both of your hands and holding them with his on top of your head. - you’re enjoying it right? You like violating my pussy like that, don’t you?”

“Hnghh, s-shut your mouth…” - he says, panting heavily.

“I thought you wanted it opened wide?”

“For fucks sake… - he shakes his head with a smirk. - you want me to fuck your mouth too? Needy slut, wants me to go down her throat until she can hardly breathe.”

“Ahh, yess… - you exclaim, - but finish this first-

Sanji interrupts you as he tightens the grip he has on your hands, staring at your chest as your boobs bounce back and forth. Irresistible, he thinks as he leans in to suck on your nipples. His tongue goes on circular motions, soft lips pulling and slightly biting them. He gropes them with his other hand, as he keeps thrusting, he slaps your boobs and massages them harshly.

“Who knew you liked it rough too… - he smirks as he gets closer to whisper in your ear, his hand still grabbing yours as he caresses your palm with his thumb, - you wanted to be a whore for me, - you feel his cock getting even harder inside you, - you wanted me to slut you out.”

He was right, such a mess you were for him. He grabs onto your thighs, sticking his nails and biting them, leaving a hickey or two before feeling himself getting closer and closer to climaxing.

“Sanji I can’t last longer, - you try to pull away from his grip as your hands were desperate to touch him, - I want you to cum in me, please.”

“What’s that? - he smirks between heavy breaths, - my pretty slut has reached her limit? Alright then, - he lets go from your hands, - be a darling and cum all over my cock.”

“Fuuuuck, - you moan, holding onto his strong biceps as you both finish simultaneously. Your wish comes true as he fills you up inside with his warm semen, dripping out your hole. He came a lot, more than usual.

After a loud groan, he collapses on your body, still trying to catch his breath.

“Goodness… - you say, patting the back of his head. - Sanji?”

You check on him only to see a wide smile on his face.

“What a perv…” - you say with a smile on your face as he chuckles.

“I figured that you love every version of me. - he claims, wrapping himself up your arms.

“Of course I do, - you bite your lip before you claim:

Next time I’ll show you something else.”

Sanji widens his eyes, as his lips can’t stop forming a smile.

Something else, huh?

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callsign-rogueone · 2 months

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thank you - g.t.

Garrick Tavis x reader Garrick shows you how grateful he is that you saved his life, and how much he missed you while you were apart. Or, what caused all those sunflowers to sprout in the hallway. part of Garrick and Angel’s story (fits into what was I made for?) words: 4.0k 🏷 NSFW. set during IF, but no spoilers in this one. this is 4k of straight up sex. afab reader who is referred to as a girl a few times (I cannot write smut without at least one "attagirl" in there, I'm sorry) makeout, groping, fingering, unprotected piv (don’t do that), a lot of swearing from Garrick lmao, fluffy lovey future talk, several I-love-you’s and a casual marriage proposal in there somewhere, aftercare and cuddles 🥰 still working on my smut skills, so pls be gentle with me hsfdj

As soon as the door closes, Garrick’s hands are all over you; pulling you close and kneading the plush of your hips, smoothing over your sides. He’s just groping you, for lack of a better word, but it feels good and you don’t want him to stop.

“Gare, what are you— oh,” you breathe, your eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of his lips trailing over your jaw.

“M’ reminding you,” he says, placing a kiss behind your ear, “that I am very much alive,” another kiss to your neck, “and showing you how thankful I am that you saved my life. Is that okay?”

“Yeah,” you manage, already out of breath. “That's okay.”

“Good. Now just relax for me, angel. Let me do the work, hm?”

You stutter out an uh-huh, already feeling yourself start to slip into that familiar soft and fuzzy headspace, ready to be taken care of.

He settles into your desk chair like he owns the place, parting his legs and tapping the space between them. “Foot up.”

You rest your boot on the edge of the seat, letting him pull at the laces and slide the shoe off, dropping it onto the floor with a soft thud. You start to move your leg down, but strong hands close around your calf, his fingertips pressing into the tight muscle through the fabric of your pants, silently working out the knots. You sigh softly, feeling the tension slip away.

He taps the back of your leg twice, and you switch, setting your other boot on the seat. He takes his time with the laces, loosening each row carefully before removing it, continuing to massage away the soreness from the morning’s workout.

Another two taps, and you lower your socked foot to the floor.

He guides you forward with a strong hand on each of your hips, until you’re standing directly in front of him.

You’re mesmerized by the soft look on his face as he slowly starts to remove your arsenal, setting the few small blades behind him on your desk in a neat row — Failsafe last, and the most gently. You didn’t realize he knew where they all were, but then again, he knows everything about you.

He starts to peel away your uniform, slipping off your flight jacket, which now bears the proper Lieutenant’s insignia to match his, dropping it next to your boots.

You’re hit with a wave of self-consciousness as he helps you out of your shirt. The last time he undressed you like this, you were in his room at Basgiath, nearly five months ago, and in that time you’ve no longer been forced to overexert yourself every day, no longer in a constant state of fight-or-flight… you don’t look exactly how you used to.

Your worries face quickly, brushed away by his soft words and the gentle brush of his hands over your skin.

“Missed this perfect body so much,” he murmurs against your collarbone, his hands settling on your waist. “So soft, so nice to hold, to kiss…”

He unbuttons your pants with ease, guiding them down your legs and smoothing his hands over your hips, letting you step out the rest of the way and kick them aside along with your socks. He presses a few soft kisses to your tummy before he pulls back.

“C’mere,” he coaxes, patting his thigh.

You climb into his lap without hesitation, the chair creaking under your combined weight, but that’s the least of your worries — he’s still wearing far too much clothing.

He’d said that he wanted to do all the work, but he doesn’t protest as you tug at his shirt, untucking it from his pants; he just gives you that smug grin you adore, slipping it over his head easily and tossing it aside.

You will never tire of the sight of him shirtless, all that thick muscle on full display, his relic contrasting with his pale skin so beautifully, curling up his arm and onto his shoulder…

He has a few new scars on his sides, ones you know weren’t there before you were sent to Resson — a long, shallow slice on his left and what you really hope wasn’t a stab wound on the right. Both are fully healed, and likely too old for you to do anything about them, but you still reach out to trace them with gentle fingertips; a soft, loving touch, an acknowledgment of his pain and a silent apology that you weren’t there to heal them for him.

“I didn’t want to worry you,” he begins quietly, anticipating the soft lecture you always give him whenever he comes home injured.

You lean forward to give him a soft kiss. “It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re safe.”

You rub your hands over his sides for a moment, admiring the planes of muscle, the definition and strength under your palms. You dip your fingertips into his waistband, intending to undress him further, but he stops you, a gentle hand wrapping around your wrist.

“This is supposed to be about you,” he says playfully, nudging your nose with his.

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Just let me love you.”

“Always.”

You sigh happily as his lips connect to yours again, his arm wrapping around your waist to keep you upright. You’d missed being this close to him, missed the hours you would spend just like this, sitting in his lap, giving each other lazy kisses.

His fingers hook into the leather cord around your neck, tugging on it gently, and you move back to let him pull it up over your head. He holds it carefully, setting it on the desk with your knives.

In the few days that you’ve had it back, you’ve gotten used to the weight of the runestone hanging there, and you feel a little anxious in its absence despite it being only a few feet away. You touch your fingertips to your chest subconsciously, feeling only warm skin and the beat of your heart.

He realizes what’s wrong, reaching behind him to take it off the desk and put it back where it belongs, but you shake your head no, putting your hand down.

“I’m okay,” you reassure. “Just feels a little weird being without it.”

You know he understands — he was the one who had the idea to make it into a necklace for you after you’d refused to put it down for days, nearly spraining your hand from constantly gripping it so tightly. He’d been enraged when he realized Varrish had taken it from you.

“Just let me know if you want it back, okay?”

You nod, your noses brushing with the movement. “Okay.”

“Attagirl.”

His hands settle back on your hips, his head dipping down to kiss over your heart where the cold stone would normally rest, just above the tight binding you wear every day. He hooks his fingers into the hem, pulling it down slowly until your breasts spill out over it.

“Missed this,” he murmurs, sliding his hands up your ribs to knead at your chest. “So soft, so nice to play with…”

Your breath catches as he starts to rub his thumbs over your nipples, soft brushes back and forth that send a pleasant, tingly feeling through you.

“Sit up a little for me?”

You straighten up quickly, adjusting your position in his lap with a few more concerning creaks from the chair that you choose to ignore.

He leans down, flicking the tip of his tongue over your nipple, and you clap a hand to your mouth, trying to keep quiet — your friends are in their rooms across the hall, and you’d be mortified if they heard you.

He pulls back, brushing his hands over your ribs soothingly. “I put up a sound shield, angel. You can just let it out. Wanna hear all those pretty noises you make.”

With that, he leans in again, licking at you the same way he does when he goes down on you, alternating between soft laps of his tongue and sucking gently, right where you’re most sensitive.

You whine softly, rocking your hips against his in search of friction.

He hums in acknowledgment, but doesn’t stop, just switches sides, continuing to suck and lick and squeeze, keeping one hand on your back to hold you steady while you squirm in his lap.

If patience is a virtue, then Garrick Tavis should be sanctified for all eternity.

You don’t think you’ve ever been this needy in your life, this desperate for something, anything, to lessen the ache between your thighs. You know that he needs this as badly as you do, you can feel how hard he is through the thick fabric of his uniform, throbbing underneath you, but he isn’t going to let up any time soon -- you haven’t had the chance to do anything like this for months, being clear across the country from each other; he’s going to take his sweet time with you.

You’re about to ask if you can speed this up a little when he finally pulls back, kissing his way back up your chest before he stands up, walking you toward the bed. You squeak, clinging to him tightly, but he keeps you in place, strong arms hooked under your legs as he crosses the room.

“I’d never drop you, angel,” he murmurs, laying you back against the pillows and sitting by your side. “I’d never do anything to hurt you.”

“I know,” you whisper, gazing up at him.

“Good,” he says softly, giving you a sweet, chaste kiss. “Comfy?”

You hum in affirmation.

He rests a hand on your thigh, and you part your legs on instinct, knowing where this is headed. He gives you a smug smile. “Eager, are we?”

Your cheeks warm in embarrassment, but you don’t deny it — you’re very eager for him to touch you where you need it most.

“Relax for me,” he soothes, slipping his hand beneath the hem of your underwear and starting to circle your clit with gentle fingertips.

You sigh softly, settling a little deeper into the cushions and letting your eyes fall shut.

They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder, and you don’t doubt that — you’ve never felt more overwhelmed with love for Garrick in your life than you did today — but it also makes every touch, every kiss, that much more intense. You haven’t felt this good since the last time you were with him like this, in his room at Basgiath, but this is even better.

There’s something about his touch that feels so much better than your own, no matter how many times you’d tried to recreate it yourself while he was away.

Maybe it’s the feeling of his fingertips, the skin a little rougher than yours from all his extra training, or the thickness and length of his fingers, filling you so nicely and reaching that special little spot so easily, pressing up against it and sending gentle waves of pure pleasure through your body. Or maybe it’s the tenderness with which he holds you, the gentle hand cradling your cheek and the taste of his lips as he kisses you slow and sweet, or the warmth of his body against yours, all that soft muscle to rest on, and the smell of his cologne…

Whatever it is, there’s no comparing it to just your hand and your imagination — you had stopped trying entirely after two very disappointing attempts, unable to get yourself there on your own no matter how long you tried. But now, after less than two minutes, you can feel your muscles tightening, feel that pressure building between your hips, your heart racing…

You’re nearly there, and Garrick knows it. He reaches for your hand, intertwining your fingers to ground you, and resting his forehead against yours. “It’s okay, angel. I’ve got you.”

You make an effort to deepen your breaths, shutting your eyes and focusing on Garrick; the feeling of his hand holding yours, the softness of his touch and the warm glow of his presence beside you.

You gasp, a rush of energy flowing through you a split second before you tighten around his fingers, crying out his name.

He feels it too, hears the soft rustle of leaves around you as all of the small potted plants you’d taken inside to save from the winter cold start to grow, leafing and blooming across every available surface.

He looks over his shoulder, amused. “That’s new.”

Your cheeks heat with embarrassment, your heart still racing as you come down from your first orgasm in four months. “Sorry,” you stammer reflexively, stunned. “I had no idea that would happen.”

“Don’t apologize, angel. It’s cute. And I like seeing you feel good. Like hearing it, too.” He strokes his hand over the curve of your hip soothingly.

“Anything hurting?” he asks, gentle concern in his eyes. Since you told him about the pain your signet had caused you, he’s been checking in with you multiple times a day, especially after any form of physical exertion.

You shake your head no. “Never better,” you say with a lazy smile, still catching your breath.

You fight the sleepy feeling that’s already settling into your bones- it’s been a long day, and he’s succeeded in wringing all the tension from your body, but you still want to please him, dote on him the way he did for you.

It’s been so long since you’ve been able to please him, after all your time apart and how tired you’d been your entire third year with all those long shifts at the infirmary. Getting on your knees for him is the least you can do after that earth-shattering orgasm he gave you, and he’s always so gentle with you when you do, holding your hair back and praising you all the while… the thought has you pressing your thighs together with need.

You sit up, reaching for the waistband of his pants, but he takes your hand in his, stroking his thumb over your knuckles. “If you’re up for it, I’d really like to make love to you right now instead.”

You flush at the words, nodding your permission a little too eagerly, and he laughs, giving you another soft kiss before he pulls back to take off the rest of his clothes.

No matter how many times you’ve seen him like this, you still can’t help but stare. All the hours he spends in the gym with the boys and all those crack-of-dawn leadership runs have seriously paid off — his entire body is coated with plush muscle, and it’s undeniably attractive.

You take the opportunity to pull off your underwear, tossing them to the floor before he climbs back up, settling between your legs. His body covers yours completely, broad shoulders taking up most of your vision, but you don’t feel caged in or trapped; you feel safe, protected, loved.

“Hi,” you whisper, blinking up at him.

He smiles, your nose brushing his as he leans down to give you a soft kiss. “Hi, my love.”

He braces himself on a strong forearm by your head, one hand smoothing over your thigh and hooking under your knee to raise your leg over his hip.

You can feel how close he is to you, the slick glide of his cock through your wetness, stroking up and down and sliding over your clit.

“Please, Gare,” you whimper, shifting your hips in an effort to get him to stop teasing. “Need you.”

“You have me,” he replies, resting his forehead against yours. “You’ll always have me.”

Your breath hitches at the feeling of your bodies finally connecting. He’s worked you up so well that he could just sink right in, but he still takes it slowly, inching deeper and deeper until every little bit of space you have to offer is taken up. You fit together perfectly, like you were made for one another.

“I mean it, angel. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to give you the life you deserve,” he continues. “You do so much for everyone. I just want to take care of you, take that weight off your shoulders and give you a place to rest, protect you from all the hurt in the world, keep you safe and warm, show you how much I love you… That’s all I’ve wanted for years.”

He draws back ever so slightly, moving forward, and your jaw drops in a soft gasp. You can feel his heart beating against yours, feel just how genuine every word is. It’s almost overwhelming, feeling the whole room teeming with life and love, that warm energy that’s enveloped the both of you.

“I thought I was going to lose you,” you whisper, as if you’re afraid that saying it aloud will make it come true. “When I saw you like that… it felt like the world stopped turning. I don’t know if I could live without you.”

“You’ll never have to,” he promises. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be with you for the rest of our days. It doesn’t matter where we are — here, or that godsforsaken school, or anywhere on the continent; you’re home to me. You’re my safe place, where I can let my guard down and relax, where I can feel what I need to feel.”

You reach up to hold his jaw, guiding him down into a kiss; wet and messy, broken up by your soft gasps, but loving, grounding.

He’s starting to slip, to lose his composure — he needed this just as badly as you did, and it feels like heaven for both of you. “Gods, angel, you feel so good,” he pants, picking up the pace. “Needed this so badly, missed this so much…”

You’ve very rarely seen Garrick out of breath; not during his workouts, nor flight training or anything else — only when he’s so deep inside you like this, chasing the release you both need so desperately.

He reaches down to stroke your clit, gentle little circles that make the pressure build faster, intensifying everything.

“Gare,” you whimper in response, not presently capable of saying much else — not when your mind is this hazed with pleasure and all the sweet words he’s whispering to you, all the promises he’s making.

“I know, angel, I know,” he pants. He does know, knows that those soft little pleas and the way you’re tightening your grip on him means you’re right there, that if he keeps doing what he’s doing, it’ll make you cum again, and that’s exactly what he plans to do.

There’s nothing he loves more than watching you like this, so close to the edge, all soft and wet and brainless under him, looking up at him so fucking prettily, pure adoration in your eyes; completely at his mercy, but trusting that he’ll take care of you, that he’ll be gentle and loving— and he always is.

That’s why you chose him.

“I love you,” you pant, finally forming words.

“I love you too, angel. I love you so much,” he breathes.

You hear it again, those rustling leaves and blooming flowers, but this time there’s the sound of breaking pottery and falling books along with it.

Neither of you let that distract you, your eyes still locked on each other’s, hands still clasped together tightly as he continues to rock his hips against yours, continues those soft little circles on your clit until you shatter, your eyes rolling back and sweet little whimpers pouring from your lips.

Cumming on his fingers was nice, but this is so much better -- feeling so whole, your heart and your lungs and the deepest parts of you filled with Garrick’s presence, feeling him pressed against you after so many nights apart…

It’s simultaneously too much and not enough. You hold him impossibly closer, your fingers digging into the thick muscle of his shoulders and your legs wrapping around his hips, wanting him to stay like this, nice and deep, rocking into you so deliciously, his entire body pressed up against yours.

You can tell he’s right there with you -- his grip on your waist has tightened, his rhythm faltering and his breaths shaking.

“That’s it, angel, just like that,” he rasps. “Feel so fucking good wrapped around me like this, taking me so well… missed you so much, my perfect girl, my soulmate… I can’t wait to marry you, to call you my wife, settle down with you… oh, fuck,”

You tangle a hand into the dark curls at the back of his neck and yank him down for a kiss.

He struggles to kiss back, gasping and panting against your lips as he nears the edge. It doesn’t take long before he stiffens, his eyes rolling back with a gorgeous little moan as he spills into you.

With a few slow rocks of his hips to ride it out, he collapses onto the mattress beside you, winded. “Gods,” he pants, his arms shaking from the prolonged effort of holding himself up. “that was…”

You laugh, tilting your head up to give him a soft kiss. “Yeah. It was.”

He slips an arm underneath your back and rolls you both over so you’re laying on his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist. You rest your knees on either side of his hips, keeping him tucked inside your warmth a little while longer.

You can feel your combined sweat and arousal dripping down your thighs, but you don't have it in you to care about that right now — he’s tired you out, but not in the way that the school had; no, he’s relaxed you so deeply that it’s bordering on hypnosis. A soft, fuzzy kind of tired, sweet and sleepy and safe. You focus on the warmth of his body and the slowing rise and fall of his chest underneath you, trying to match your breathing to his, to synchronize your heartbeats.

He strokes a hand over your back, from your shoulders to the base of your spine, up and down, up and down. “You okay, angel?” he asks softly, sounding a little worried.

You nod your head yes against his shoulder, cuddling into him further and closing your eyes. “M’ perfect.”

He laughs softly. “Damn right you are.”

Your cheeks warm at the praise, as if he hadn’t spent the last hour telling you just that.

“We made a bit of a mess, huh?”

You turn your head to see the state of your floor and the desk — overgrown with tangled vines and flowers, many of the clay pots having shattered from the rapid growth of the roots inside. The wall to your left is covered in ivy, wrapping over your bookshelf, many of the volumes having been knocked to the floor.

A physical testament to your love, of the growth and life you’re capable of when you have each other -- and a giant mess that you are absolutely not going to deal with tonight.

“I’ll clean it up in the morning,” you mumble, your cheek still pressed into his shoulder. “jus’ wanna be with you right now.”

He hums in acknowledgment, pressing a lazy kiss to your forehead.

“Gare?” you ask quietly.

“Yes, my angel?” he answers, fighting a yawn.

“I want all of that, too,” you say softly. “The settling-down stuff.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you answer, closing your eyes and picturing it. “A house of our own, with a giant garden where I can grow every kind of flower on the continent. And an apple tree, so I can make pie every year for your birthday.”

“Two kids,” he adds sleepily. “A boy and a girl. And a couple of dragons.”

“Someday,” you sigh. “But until then, I’m happy staying right here.” You nuzzle your cheek against his chest, over his heart.

“Someday,” he murmurs in agreement.

You both hope that day can come soon.

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euaphoric · 9 months

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🕸️ KINKTOBER - DAY 3. 🕸️

Teacher’s Pet

[PAIRING] taehyung x f!reader

[GENRE] college au, teacher x student, pwp [WARNINGS] smut, age gap (9 year difference), daddy/sir kink, hand kink (i love tae’s hands what can i say hehe), fingering, oral (m. receiving), unprotected s*x (whoopsies), hitting from the back, spanking, breeding, light degradation, use of pet names (kitten, baby, doll, etc), slight possessive!tae ?? if you blink lmao

summary: it’s all fun and games making your professor get all flustered by your actions, until he actually does something about it and reminds you who’s the real one in charge.

wc -> 2.8k

kinktober m.list

you knew exactly what you were doing trying to provoke professor Kim the other day. it’s a little game you like to play with him, getting him all hot and bothered in public places knowing he couldn’t do a single thing about it. that’s why you wore the tiniest, micro skirt you could find in your closet— which barely covered anything, you’ll flash someone if you bend over even the slightest. during class when mr. Kim asked everyone to come and grab their test result papers from his desk, he called your name out trying his best not to make it so obvious he was staring at your body. you drove him insane the first day he laid his eyes on you, fully obsessed and captivated by your ethereal beauty. he almost moaned out loud when he saw you bend down to pick the test paper up, “accidentally” dropping it when you turned around, giving him the view of a fucking lifetime.

he was so going to make you pay for that next time he saw you. as much as he wanted to just say fuck it and ruin you straight after class was over, he had some important matters to take care of. fortunately for him when he sees you again he’ll have much more time on his precious hands. more time to have his way with you and punish you for all the sins you were about to make him commit. he thought all the little tricks you had up your sleeve were finished, but not just yet. thinking you couldn’t get any more bold than wearing that tight, short skirt, you came to class wearing a plain white button up top, but it had some alterations to it. you tied the ends into a knot, making it into a cute crop top, also leaving most of the top buttons undone and the collar flared out. the outline of the hot pink bra you wore underneath could be visibly seen with lace detail peeking out from the opening of the shirt. he also noticed something… you changed your belly jewelry. the one you had before was a simple silver barbell with a pink heart gemstone, but the one you wore today had a diamond playboy bunny dangling at the end.

this game of yours isn’t funny anymore, it’s pure torture at this point. your presence was enough to take his mind into unthinkable places, doing everything in his power to get through this hour lecture without stuttering or faltering his words. even some of the students were noticing his sudden change in behavior, usually he speaks in a sophisticated, eloquent manner but today he was acting noticeably different. “what’s up with mr. Kim? he’s talking super fast and not as calm and collected as usual.” your classmate Aria voices her concerns next to you, not knowing a single clue that you were the cause of it. you were making it extra hard on him too, staring at his beautifully crafted face while seductively sucking on a cherry lollipop. every time he’d look over at you you’d make sure to twirl your tongue around it, foreshadowing what you’ll be doing to him later on. thank god the room was dark besides the projector, he would’ve been extremely embarrassed had someone seen the massive boner he was sporting under his slacks. you were getting such a kick out of making him a flustered mess, not caring of the consequences that’ll come with it later, you’ll end up enjoying it anyway. its absolutely unfair that he couldn’t wrap his hands around your pretty neck, push you up against the wall and fuck you senseless like the dirty slut you are. he will in due time though, it’ll all be worth the wait in the end.

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once class was over, as usual there’d be a line of girls waiting to speak with mr. Kim. most of their questions didn’t even pertain to the lecture, they just wanted to say they had a conversation with him. he was quite the ladies man and very popular among campus, he was mostly known for just being that really hot English professor everyone wanted to fuck though. “awww, i was hoping you’d stay a little longer so i could talk to you more!” an annoyingly cheerful female student says to him, trying to act all cute and nonchalant by twirling her hair around but failing miserably. “me too! i need some help on starting my thesis mr. Kim, could you maybe give me a private session on how i should go about writing it?” another perky girl joins in to ask, her voice was so nasally you wanted to cover your ears with both hands. these girls will throw themselves at him like it’s a brothel but you didn’t need to do any of that, he was waiting specifically for you and no one else. “sorry girls but i’ve got other important plans after this that needs my immediate attention. i’ll see you all next class but please get going, it’s getting late!” his eyes never left yours as he said that, no one in this room mattered to him besides you. you could tell the female students gathered around him were devastated, most of them pouting and trudging away in sheer defeat. it was laughable how they still try making advances all just to get politely rejected. you wouldn’t say it inherently makes you jealous, but their obnoxiously tone deaf behavior was enough to turn your mood sour.

you head towards the exit but his voice halts your movement any further, clearing his throat before gaining your attention, “ahem, excuse me miss.” it didn’t take much for you to realize he was calling after you, who else would he be talking to? some of the others girls turned around to see if he was addressing them but he shooed them away to leave. his mind went feral soon as your gaze landed in his direction, subtly licking his lips while looking down at your perfect cleavage. if he doesn’t fuck you and dump all his cum in you sooner or later he’s going to die from blue balls. once he could see that everyone’s left, he wasted zero time doing what he’s been fantasizing about for days. an ominous smirk forms across his lips as he backs you up against the door, fully shutting it with both of your body weight combined. “mr. Kim what’re you doing—” “shut up.” before you could get another word out his large hands are on your throat, crashing his lips into yours without any warning. he kisses with so much force and energy, stroking the left side of your face with his free hand. the placement around your neck disappears once he travels down to your chest, roughly cupping one of your breasts, kneading it through your shirt. pulling away for a moment, a long string of saliva connecting both your lips from his wet, sloppy kissing. “fuck.. been waiting to do this shit again for so long… also what did i say about you speaking formally to me outside of class? i’m only taehyung, daddy, or sir when no one’s around.” the strict tone of his voice instills an inexplicable sense of fear within you, having little to no idea what he’s capable of or what he’s even thinking on doing next.

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taehyung had the most gorgeous hands you’d ever seen, the visible veins showing and his beautifully tanned skin was enough to make you go crazy. he noticed you staring at them too, viciously smiling at himself once an idea strikes his mind, “open.” you didn’t hesitate to obey his order, mouth inviting two of his fingers to take in, eagerly sucking on them as you look into his eyes. he would never tell you this but watching you do this alone could simply make him combust, he doesn’t have to ask twice for you to do anything, you’re his perfect little sub. “fuck, keep going.” taehyung’s low groans make you even wetter as you continue sucking on his long, veiny fingers, staring at him all innocently knowing damn well you’re about to get fucked like no tomorrow. a slight moan slips out as you bob your head up and down, making his cock twitch from the vibrations going up his spine. “you like my fingers baby?” his head tilts to the side in amusement, loving the obscene view in front of him. “mhmm,” you nod with your mouth stuffed full of his digits, taking them in deeper as you would his cock. “everything you do is so fucking hot… how are you even real.” he husks, biting his lip at your filthy actions. your saliva coats his fingers deliciously when he detaches from your mouth, loving the way your chin is covered in drool. he drags his hands down lower to reach the hem of the pleated skirt you were wearing, hiking it up to gain further access. your heart almost stops when you feel him slide your panties to the side, letting out a high pitched sound when he sinks those same two digits from your mouth into your soaking cunt. “nnnggghhh~ daddy,” your voice becomes shaky as his fingers slide into your wet folds, hearing the sweet sounds your arousal makes.

your hips involuntarily grind against his fingers, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he feverishly rubs your clit while fingering you. “i want you to suck my cock so i can blow my load all over your pretty face, if do that for me i’ll make sure you get straight A’s the rest of this semester. sound like a deal my sweet kitten?” he already knew you were going to agree, you needed to pass this class in order to graduate and what better way to get an easy A than to fuck for it? you were willing to do just about anything to please taehyung. “y-yes sir.” you comply right away, whining from the sudden emptiness as he pulls his fingers out, bringing them up to his lips as he sucks off the juices. “mmm.. tastes like heaven.” he will truly never get enough of you, ever. you quickly drop to your knees to undo his belt and unbutton his pants, greedily licking your lips as you finally get to suck him off. taehyung instantly fell in love with you when you gave him head for the first time, he’s never wanted another woman to touch him since. you were the only one who’s ever been able to get him to cum just from sucking his cock alone. as you slide his briefs down his member springs out with a small bead of pre-cum leaking out. your lips kiss his pinkish-red tip, dipping your tongue out to lick it up. his cock flinched at any little slight stimulation, he didn’t jerk off or anything since that day he saw you in that tight mini skirt, wanting to save all of it just for you. opening your mouth wider to take his full length, your eyes begin watering when the end of his shaft hits the back of your throat. “already taking it all so well like the good little kitten you are. look so fucking hot like that with your mouth full of my cock.” his hands grab fistful of your hair, pulling hard as he forces more of himself down your throat.

you gag and choke a bit from his hips rutting into you, but that doesn’t stop you from sucking his cock like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do on earth. giving all your efforts to please him, looking up with bright big eyes while you deepthroat. your pussy was uncomfortably wet, you could feel your slick leaking on your thighs. moaning as you continue bobbing your head up and down, feeling him throbbing in your warm mouth from the sensations. “yeah baby… just like that keep going.. fuck…” taehyung swung his head back in pleasure, pulling your hair tighter as he feels himself getting close. you could sense he was close too by his erratic movements, and you know exactly how to get him to cum. you collect more saliva as much as you could to make it even sloppier, some of it almost dripping from the corners of your mouth as you keep going. he felt like the end was nearing for him, seeing flashes of white as he grunts loudly, bucking his hips up in a frenzy. “i’m gonna cum kitten… you better swallow of all of it like a good fucking girl.” you nod, feeling him pulsate even more in your mouth, humming around the base of his length as you send him to a higher state of pleasure. the back of your throat gets hit with shots of hot cum, milking every last bit of him until you know for sure he’s done. “you really have no idea what you do to me y/n, do you?” he pants while trying to catch his breath, looking down at the beautiful mess he’s created. “i swallowed it all daddy, look.” you open your mouth wide, sticking your tongue to show him it was all empty. “good kitten, you’ll be greatly rewarded for this.” taehyung couldn’t wait to finally have his cock inside of you, it’s been long overdue..

“bend over for me on my desk, now.” taehyung orders you again, getting up from your knees towards the desk with your face down and ass up in the air. “fucking love this ass so much.. you’re fucking perfect doll.” he grunts, tightly gripping onto your hips and squeezing your ass, he couldn’t stop biting his lip at how sexy your body was. your body jerks involuntarily when you feel a harsh slap to your right butt cheek, hard enough to leave a handprint on your delicate flesh. you’d usually cry out but you’ve gotten so used to it, you’re so unbearably wet that you can’t wait for him to ruin you with his cock. “ahhh! daddy…” you whimper once he slides his length inside, not even bothering with going slow he slams his hips right into you. keeping both hands steady on the desk you do your best not to scream, you were still in a public classroom and other people could hear if you were being too loud. “fuckkk…” taehyung’s mind blank as he buried himself fully into your cunt, ramming his cock into you with brash movements. his pace was rough and fast, slapping your ass some more as his strokes get deeper. a moaned so loud at one point you thought someone definitely heard that, taehyung was pissed. if word ever got out that he was fucking a student he’d lose his job in a heartbeat, he forcefully covers your mouth with his hand, muffling all your moans as he fucks you harder.

“you want me to get caught because your dumbass wanted to scream out like a whore? be fucking quiet or i’ll punish you even harder than i’m already doing.” his degrading words made you feel so inferior, so small compared to him, but he was right, you needed to shut the fuck up or else your little secret will get out. your whole body felt like it was on fire, burning up from the inside as he slides half his length out and pushes it back in. he repeats this actions a few more times then fully buries it inside you again, making you subconsciously clench around him. “mmpphh, think m’gonna cum again sweetheart,” taehyung’s hands slip from your mouth to play with your clit, “where do you want me to cum baby?” he already knows your answer, he just loves to hear you say it. “inside sir… wan’ you inside..” you shamelessly beg, throwing your ass back against him to match his movements. “your belly’s gonna be so full of my cum, gonna drain every last drop of it into this pretty little cunt… you belong to me and me only.” all you did was nod your head ferociously at his dirty talk, hoping for the love of god that he’ll give you exactly what need. his movement staggered when you fluttered around him, feeling a knot untie in his stomach that made him unleash everything. he was so far gone, nothing mattered to him besides releasing his load into you, once he hit a certain spot it was over him. his motion stills as he finally reaches his climax, mouth permanently agape while pumping all of his hot cum into you. you came quickly after, panting and breathing heavily from how good he just fucked you. taehyung was happy with the results as he saw the cream seeping out of your hole when he slid himself out, you were so undeniably sexy and it made him even more obsessed with you. “baby you’re going to be the death of me one day, i’m sure of it.” he whispers sweetly, body collapsing on top of yours from pure exhaustion.

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mrsaltieri-real · 1 year

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Love your Tumblr!

Could you please post reader hooking up with Mickey during that sorority party?

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A Distraction (Mickey Altieri X Fem!AFAB!Reader)

The story of the first time you and Mickey Altieri hooked up, leading you to becoming friends with benefits.

Hi thank you so much!

I’m assuming you mean the sorority party from The Sound Room.

This is my first time writing smut so I’m really sorry if this is shit! I tried my best <3

Warning/s: language, smutty smut smut, p in v, clit play, degradation, orgasm denial, unprotected sex (use a condom), hair pulling, spanking, overstimulation, Mickey being a dick during sex but in a hot way, ect

18+ ONLY🔞

Read The Sound Room here

You sat on the couch, your fingers lightly tracing the ridges of the red solo cup in your hand as you listened to a drunken Randy babbling on about what movie to put into the VCR. The deja vu of the eerily similar conversation in Woodsbro a year ago made you feel a little uneasy and in all honesty, a bit sick. You sighed, taking a small sip of your drink, intending in that moment to get as drunk as possible.

Sidney and Randy were slowly moving on from what had happened last year. Sid was somewhat thriving, still a little on edge but happier which was largely due to her new boyfriend, Derek. He was sweet to her, no obvious homicidal tendencies and he made her happy which is all you could want for her after everything she went through with Billy Loomis.

Randy was doing even better. He went into college happier than anything that he was no longer a virgin thanks to you and the “favour” you’d given him the night before you’d left for Windsor. He loved college, his geekiness and love for films was a lot more tolerated and even admired here than it ever was in Woodsbro.

Then there was you. You didn’t know if you just weren’t as strong as them, but you were finding it a lot more difficult to move on. You felt homesick being so far from your family, but also felt physically sick at the idea of ever stepping foot in the town ever again.

Randy was still babbling on about what to watch when you decided you needed some air. You stood up, catching Sid’s eye as you walked toward the back door to find some place quiet. You felt her gentle hand touch your shoulder, making you jump a little as you turned to face her.

“Are you alright?“ she asked, her big brown eyes sympathetic. You felt pathetic whenever she asked this. You didn’t know why it was taking you so long to move on from Woodsbro. It had been Sidney that was by far the most impacted, so why were you acting like such a little fucking victim?

“Yeah,” you said as brightly as you could muster. “yeah, Sid I’m good. I’m just gonna get some air. The drinks are going straight to my head.” You forced a small laugh but it wasn’t exactly a lie. You were definitely already tipsy.

As soon as the cool night breeze hit you, you instantly felt better. You sucked in some air, relishing in the feeling of the cool summer air swirling down your throat and filling up your lungs and closed your eyes. It was quieter out here, almost everyone was inside enjoying the party. Almost.

“Oh, hey!”

Your eyes shot open and you jumped a little before your eyes focused on Mickey Altieri sat on one of the patio chairs by himself, his video camera clutched in his hand.

“Oh, hi Mickey.” You smiled a little, moving over to where he sat.

You knew Mickey, but not well. He was roommates with Sid’s boyfriend, in the same film class as Randy and shared a Statistics class with you so you were in the same circle of friends, but hardly ever really spoke to each other. But now, you found his presence oddly calming and felt yourself gravitating toward him to escape the hubbub of the loud sorority party.

“What’re you doin out here by yourself?” You asked, sitting down beside him but maintaining a safe distance. “Not your scene?”

“Oh, I love a party, but if I hear another sorority girl complain to me about how her boyfriend is ‘just the worst’ I’m gonna blow my fucking head off.”

A smile broke across your face and you let out a little laugh. Mickey grinned back at you, his face somewhat lighting up when he heard you laugh. “What about you?“ he asked, carefully placing his camera beside him on a cushion.

“Meh.” You sighed, leaning back against the soft material of the couch, taking another swig of your drink. It had started off as vodka cranberry but eventually had slowly just turned into vodka on every trip to the kitchen. You were a little drunk at this point, but still able to hold a conversation. “Last time I went to a party people died so I avoid going to them as much as possible.”

Mickey raised his eyebrows a little when he heard how blatantly you spoke about what had happened in California last year. Sidney hardly ever talked about it and if he was being honest, he avoided speaking to Randy about it as much as possible for obvious reasons. The kid thought of himself as a horror movie expert. The freaky film student asking him about a massacre with what was due in the coming months? Not the best idea.

“Ah.” He murmured, studying your face with his eyes before saying carefully, “you wanna talk about it?”

You glanced at Mickey and smiled a little. “Not that specifically. But everyone just seems to have moved on and I…”

“Find it harder?” Mickey finished.

“Mm.” You hummed. “Guess I’m not as strong as Sid and Randy.”

“Nah I don’t believe that.” Mickey announced, taking a sip of his own drink. “I think you probably haven’t had as many distractions as they have.”

“Distractions?” You repeated, eyeing him a little.

“Yeah. Sidney’s got Derek and I’m sure he keeps her very distracted,” Mickey’s tone was painfully suggestive and it made another smile break across your face. “…and Randy’s got his little films to keep him company. What have you got?”

You thought about that for a second. What HAD you got? It was then you realized Mickey was right. You didn’t really have anything to take your mind off of it, so every moment was just whirling through your head all day and all night. Maybe that’s exactly what you needed. A distraction.

You looked at Mickey again and this time really… saw him. His hair was a dark and little disheveled in a sexy kind of way, his brown eyes were deep and wild and looked like pools of honey framed by impossibly long and thick black lashes and as he smiled at you, his lightly flushed cheeks had small dimples set in them. He was tall, muscular and he clearly took care of himself and he smelled amazing. Like honeysuckle and fresh laundry.

In that moment, slightly tipsy and hating the feeling of loneliness and past trauma, you thought why the fuck not.

“Fuck!” You gasped a little as Mickey’s lips crashed against yours. It was messy, teeth clanking together and tongues swirling urgently but you didn’t care. This was exactly what you needed, a mindless carefree fuck in a sorority bathroom.

His large hands were rough as he palmed your breast through your thin dress as he kissed you, groaning a little when he felt your teeth lightly sink into his bottom lip and your hands tug his soft hair. His tongue tasted on alcohol and mint and it only added to how hot all of this was. You’d never randomly hooked up with anyone at a party and you couldn’t imagine anyone better to be doing it with.

You subconsciously patted yourself on the back for wearing a short summer dress to this party as you felt one of his hands move to circle your waist and the other slide between your legs.

“Jesus,” he whispered as he felt the damp patch staining your panties, “been a while, huh?”

You ignored him, too wrapped up in your own head as Mickey’s finger started gently circling your clothed clit and you let out a small whine, pushing yourself down on his hand. His eyes remained set on your face the whole time, your gorgeous expression only making him harder.

He didn’t waste any time removing your panties, rising back up to meet your lips again. You felt his fingers finally make direct contact with your throbbing clit and you gasped against his mouth as he applied the perfect pressure and started skillfully moving his fingers in small circles. You broke the kiss, head falling back against the door of the bathroom as your chest heaved. It clearly had been a while because you could feel the familiar build in your stomach start growing after only about a minute and a half as you moved your hips in sync with his hand when he suddenly pulled it away, making your eyes shoot open and send him a confused, slightly pissed off look.

“Why did you-“

“No. Don’t even think about cumming yet.” He said, his voice assertive and dripping with arousal. “Look at you..” his tone, despite himself was mocking. “I’ve hardly even touched you yet and you’re already about to cum on my fingers? So fucking needy.” He pulled back more, eyeing you up and down a little. “Take your fucking clothes o-“

Before he could even finish talking you were already sliding the straps of your dress down your shoulders and heard him let out a small groan as saw you weren’t wearing a bra. In any other situation, you’d feel uncomfortable with a guy you hardly knew looking at you the way Mickey was, but whether it was the alcohol, the stress or whatever else, you really didn’t give a shit.

“You going to keep staring or are you going to fuck me?” You asked him, trying to keep your voice light.

His eyes lifted to yours and he raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you want me to eat your pussy first?”

You blushed a little at how casually he said it before shaking your head and stepping forward, pulling him closer to you by the loops of his jeans, sliding your hands a little over his clothed bulge and beginning to unbuckle his belt. “You already felt how wet I am. I need to do this now.” You insisted, not bothering to disguise the desperation in your voice.

It turned Mickey on to see you so desperate for him. As soon as his belt was undone and his jeans and boxers off, your eyes flickered down to see his thick cock resting on his lower stomach and you felt your breath hitch a little. It was by far the prettiest cock you’d ever seen. You wanted to suck it, feel it throbbing in your warm mouth, but that could wait for another time. You needed to feel him fill you up more than you needed air to breathe.

“You gonna keep staring or are you gonna-“

You cut Mickey off from his teasing tone repeating what you’d said a couple of seconds ago with a kiss that made him stumble back a little, hands gripping your waist, his fingers digging into your soft skin so hard it was bound to leave bruises. You felt his hands move to your ass as he lifted you, guiding your legs around his waist. You could feel your pussy rubbing along his shaft as he did so, cussing as you let out a soft whimper as the heat of his throbbing cock rubbed against your clit.

“Hold on.” He mumbled, still gently rolling his hips to rub his tip against your engorged clit. “Condom?”

“N-no.” You voice faltered a little at the pressure of his gentle teasing strokes. “I’m on the pill.”

An angelic smile spread across his face at that news. “Good.” He wanted to feel you. All of you. Feel how wet you were for him, feel your juices on his cock.

It all went very quickly after that.

Holding you against the door, he pulled his hips back a little before arching them upwards, slowly filling you up and watching your face as he did so. You let out a low hiss at the satisfying stretch and your head fell back against the door behind you.

“Fuck.” He groaned, hands still gripping your ass as he pushed himself further into you, relishing in the feeling of your pussy squeezing his cock so tight it was almost painful as he did so. “I wasn’t expecting you to be this fucking tight.”

Not giving you much time to adjust, he started thrusting upward into your pussy, bending his head down to start skillfully swirling his tongue around your stiff nipples, nipping at them gently.

“Mickey- fuck-“ your hands gripped his toned biceps and he smirked a little with your nipple still gently clasped between his teeth before he moved away, adjusting your weight so you were fully pressed up against the door by his body and his hand was still gripping your ass as he pounded up into you. You clit was gently rubbing against the area of skin above his cock, the slight stubble pricking it in a way that was slowly driving you crazy.

He suddenly pulled you away from the door and you felt his cock leave you as he unclamped your legs from around his waist. You wanted to shout at him, grip your legs so tightly around him he couldn’t stop. The sudden emptiness didn’t last long as he moved you in front of the huge mirror above the low sink and bent you over the cold porcelain.

“What are you-“

“Wanna fuck you in front of the mirror so you can see how good you look when you take it.” Mickey was already lining himself up at your entrance and wasn’t so gentle about it this time. You felt one hand rest on your hip, the other pulling your head up by your hair so you were forced to look at yourself in the mirror as he suddenly slammed into you, making your body jolt and you let out a load, unfiltered moan as he did.

“Jesus you’re such a needy slut, aren’t you?” Mickey scoffed at you as you moaned and gasped at this brutal thrusts. “Knew you wanted this from the moment I met you.”

You could only respond in a broken whimper. You wanted to push back on his dick, make him go even deeper but your back was arched from the way he pulled your hair back and is strong hands were absolutely no match for you.

“Open your fucking eyes.”

You obeyed, looking into the mirror not at yourself, but at Mickey. Seeing him fucking into you like this made the entire current situation ten times better. His eyes were flickering on your face in the mirror to looking down at his dick sliding in and out of your pussy, hitting that most sensitive spot with every thrust, and the sounds you were making only prompted him to go even harder.

“Mickey I’m gonna-“

“No.” His voice was dominating and you automatically knew better not to argue with him about wanting to cum despite yourself. You were a writhing mess, pussy convulsing around his pulsing cock. You could feel the beads of sweat dripping from his face onto your lower back as he quickly stopped, the head of his cock only just inside of you. “I couldn’t give a shit. You’re not cumming until I tell you that you can.” You whined a little, fighting the urge again to push back onto him, needing to feel him fill you up again. “Tell me you understand.”

You managed a weak nod and let out a yelp when you felt the sting of his hand on your ass. “Use your words.”

“I- I understand, Mickey. Please just fuck me.” You begged. He loved nothing more than to see you so needy, begging for him to sink himself back into you.

You didn’t need to tell him twice.

He released your hair, his hand sliding down your back to grip your waist and he thrusted again, the movement causing you to let out an satisfied groan as your head fell forward. His foot nudged yours, making you spread your legs even wider for him and one of his hands moved around your body and toward your clit as he fucked you, just teasing it.

This development mixed in with him already slamming into your pussy and pressing against your g-spot made you make sounds Mickey hadn’t ever heard before. Everything was getting far too sensitive and your body began to convulse, you a writhing mess under his hands.

“Fuck Mickey please- please don’t stop!” You managed to choke out. He let out a panting laugh, rubbing your clit even faster.

“Think I’m going to? Fuck no. Want to feel that pretty pussy fucking milk me.” He grunted, his words only making you grow closer and closer to the ending you craved more than anything.

“Please let me, please let me.” You began chanting them three words like a prayer and you felt his thrusts begin to stutter a little. You felt tears from the overstimulation begin to form in your eyes as you were all but sobbing and begging him to let you cum.

“Okay, cum for me baby. Let me feel that pretty pussy flutter.” He panted.

The words were hardly out of his mouth before you felt the tight coil explode as you let out a series of broken moans, your legs shaking and your body writhing as you came. He finished not much longer after you did and you relished in the feeling of his seed spreading inside your walls.

Everything was very still for a moment. You were both breathing deeply as Mickey slowly pulled himself out of you and you winced a little.

“Shit, you okay?” He breathed as he helped you stand back upright and saw your tear stained face,his hands shaking a little.

“Y-yeah I’m fine.” You breathed, quickly wiping your face with the back of your quivering hand.

“Here..” he quickly grabbed some toilet paper from the holder and handed it to you, looking somewhat sheepish.

“Thank you.” You said, giving him a small smile. “So, we just did that, huh?”

Mickey’s face broke out into a oddly relieved smile. “Yeah we did. That was fucking great.”

He handed you your clothes and as the two of you got dressed, you thought to yourself how weird it was that you didn’t feel.. weird about this. It was by far the best you’d ever had, absolutely no one had ever come close to that before.

“You wanna go get a drink?” Mickey suddenly asked, breaking your train of thought. You smiled up at him and nodded eagerly.

“I think I need one. My throats fucking killing me.” You laughed as you both walked toward the bathroom door.

“Not surprised. You fucking moaning like you wanted the whole party to hear you.” He teased you, playfully nudging your shoulder.

“Screw you, Mickey.” You scoffed, giving him a half hearted shove back. You still felt a little weak and you groaned a little when you caught yourself in the mirror. “Oh, fuck. Look at my face.” You sighed, trying to remove the smudged lipstick and mascara with your fingers.

“What? I think you look hot.” Mickey shrugged, a smile still painted on his face.

“Yeah, of course you do. Perv.” You muttered. “Next time I’m not wearing makeup.”

“There’s going to be a next time?” Mickey asked, unable to stop the already smug smile on his face from growing bigger. “Made you feel that good, huh?”

You rolled your eyes at him, turning on the faucet to try and remove as much of the smudged makeup as possible.

“You’re a cocky prick, but yeah. I’d like a next time.”

#this is my first time #writing smut #please be kind #i don’t know if I like this #but whatever #scream #scream 2 #mickey altieri #mickey altieri x reader #mickey altieri x you #mickey altieri smut

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sev-on-kamino · 8 months

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Show & Tell - Kinktober 2023 vol. 2

Pairing: Commander Thorn x afab!Reader

Warnings: teasing, dirty talk, fingering, unprotected piv sex (be safe irl), the armor stays on, public sex, competency kink, authority kink, lil voice kink, breathplay if you squint, marking, if I missed anything lemme know

Summary: You think you can get away with teasing Thorn because you’re at work, and he’s on duty. He proves you wrong.

Word count: 1599

A/N: this isn’t proofread or edited. if you see an error, no you don’t 🥰

Dividers by the GOAT @dystopicjumpsuit

Teasing Thorn was an art, and you were an artist. Choosing the proper venue was just as, if not more, important than your methods.

Letting him catch you, as your eyes trailed hungrily up and down his armored form. Making sure he saw you squeeze your thighs together, squirming slightly in your seat. Making eye contact while you licked the icing off of your spoon.

All guaranteed winners.

Your greatest hits.

But you’d learned quickly that Thorn rarely had any reservations about fucking you wherever you chose to tease him. Restaurants, 79’s, Corrie HQ. The higher the chance you could get caught, the harder he took you. He’d watched you come undone for him through the mirror of so many refreshers you’d both lost count. And you felt so bad about defiling Fox’s desk that you’d bought him some really expensive chocolates for his decant day, and forbade Thorn from eating any.

Yet you still felt exceptionally confident that you could easily rile him up, and successfully make him wait that day. Your team was setting up new computers, datapads, and protocol droids in the senate building, and Thorn, along with a squad of his men, were accompanying you and your team through the higher security areas.

You’d drawn the short straw that morning which meant updating and testing the viewing platforms in the rotunda. The longest and most tedious of all the tasks, but it required precision because even Grizzer wouldn’t be able to find every piece of you, if a senator fell out of the air during session.

Thorn naturally agreed to stay with you while you worked in the center of the room at the Chancellor’s podium. You plugged in your holopad, and began running your diagnostic report.

“This all for you today?” Thorn asked, as he watched your fingers flying across the screen with interest.

“Mmhmm,” you replied, not taking your eyes off of your screen. “What about you? Fox cracking the whip as hard as usual, or shall I make dinner for two?”

“Make it for three,” Thorn commanded playfully. “I’m starving.”

“Ok, Commander Bottomless Pit,” you said, laughing, as you bent over to access the control panel in the podium.

You heard a slow exhale through Thorn’s vocoder, and wiggled your hips.

“See something you like?”

“I see something that belongs to me.”

“Easy, Commander, we’re on duty,” you replied, straightening up, and popping open the top button of your shirt.

“I know exactly where we are,” Thorn said with a short laugh, as he folded his arms, and regarded you through his visor. “Now get back to work.”

You were used to Thorn using his command voice at random times. You liked hearing it, and he liked the effect it had on you. But at that moment, you decided you just didn’t want to comply…not fully anyway.

“Yes, sir,” you said, abandoning your work voice in favor of the bedroom tones that made Thorn squirm.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” Thorn warned.

“See, I don’t think I am,” you replied, popping another button before resuming your work.

Thorn released another short laugh followed by an amused hum. He watched you work, your face the picture of concentration, as platforms detached from the wall and you moved them about before replacing them.

You bit your lip, and hummed softly, as you shifted in your seat. To anyone else it would simply look like you wanted to get comfortable, but to Thorn it meant war. He stepped up behind your seat, reaching around to grip your throat just beneath your jaw.

“You don’t know when to quit, do you?” He growled into your ear.

“This little display meant to stop me?” You asked with a little smirk, even as you squeezed your thighs together in earnest.

“Stand up,” Thorn commanded, releasing you and backing up to give you room.

Your stomach lurched with excitement and anxiety.

“You wouldn’t,” you whispered even as you complied, standing up and gazing up into his visor.

“Watch me,” he said, removing his codpiece. “Or don’t. You have work to do.”

With that he grabbed you by the hips and turned you around. You heard the light hiss as his helmet was unsealed and the soft tap as he sat it in your abandoned chair. You glanced at your chrono and realized you really did have work to do, if you wanted to finish before anyone came looking for you.

Your fingers began moving again, your eyes racing across the screen, as the platforms once again detached from the wall one by one before returning to their bases.

You felt Thorn’s hands at your hips, pushing your pants midway down your thighs.

“No panties?” He mused, a gloved finger swirling around your entrance. “You make it so easy for me, cyar’ika.”

Your movements paused, a platform hung in the air above you, the servos whirring quietly in the empty, cavernous space.

“Keep going,” Thorn ordered, pressing his finger inside you, causing your hips to jerk, as you bit the inside of your cheek.

Taking a deep breath, you resumed your task. The platforms continued their smooth waltz in the air around you even while Thorn pressed his fingers inside you, preparing you to take him like you were at home making dinner.

He ran his free hand up the outside of your thigh, giving your hip a squeeze before continuing up your side and sliding around to your stomach. His fingers continued to pump in and out of you, as his other hand slid up your body to palm your breast through your shirt.

“Look at you go, baby. I’m barely even distracting you. That’s my brilliant girl,” he purred, leaning forward to bite down on the sensitive juncture between your neck and shoulder.

At that your fingers ceased their race across the keys, balling into fists, as an obscene moan rose out of your throat. The sound danced along the walls, ringing clearly in the cavernous space while he sucked and licked at the spot, making you squirm and attempt to fuck yourself on his fingers.

“Do you know how good you sound?” Thorn asked, brushing his lips over the shell of your ear. “I wanna hear my name bouncing off these walls.”

“Fuck, Thorn, please,” you swore under your breath, as he pulled his fingers away.

“Patience.”

He grabbed your hips with both hands, tugging you back towards his body, before sliding one hand up your back between your shoulder blades and pushing down.

You let him position your body as he liked, took a deep breath and resumed your task. You cried out, typing faster, as you felt his cock sliding into you. You clenched around him with a desperate whine.

“Thorn, please,” you begged softly.

“Ask me to fuck you while you work,” He ordered. “I know my brilliant cyare can do both, so ask me.”

“Baby, please,” you whined.

He pulled back and snapped his hips forward, drawing another moan from you.

“Ask.”

“Please, Thorn,” you relented. “Fuck me while I work.”

“With pleasure,” he replied, rolling his hips, as he found a rhythm that brushed that delicious spot inside that made stars flash in your vision.

The obscene sound of his cock sliding in and out of your wet cunt, mixed with the soft hum of the servos created your own little chorus. The platforms moved smoothly in a pleasing pattern that traveled around the rotunda. Normally, the pattern would have been satisfying in and of itself, but the sight took a backseat to Thorn’s thigh plates snacking against your bare thighs.

“So wet for me. You’d love it if my squad walked in right now, wouldn’t you?” Thorn teased, as he continued to enjoy your body, reaching around to play with your clit.

You clenched around him, hesitating just a second before resuming.

“Oh, fuck, I felt that, baby. You wanna fuck in front of my men? Want them to see what a perfect little slut you can be?”

“Thorn, please, I’m so close,” you moaned, relieved that you were almost finished.

“I know you are, cyar’ika,” Thorn purred into your ear before nipping at it sharply. “Think you can finish before I make you come?”

You didn’t reply, you simply worked faster, which only triggered Thorn’s competitive instinct. His fingers moved more deliberately against your clit. Firm, smooth circles that had his name floating through the room amongst the platforms.

15 platforms to go.

Thorn shifted the two of you, to thrust into you at a new angle, and you bit the inside of your cheek to stay focused.

10 platforms to go.

His hand left your hip to wrap firmly around your throat again.

5 platforms to go.

“Come for me, baby,” he commanded.

You felt the edge of your bliss, you just had to let go, and give in, but you resisted.

“Now, love,” he said firmly. “Be a good girl, and you can have my cum dripping out of your pretty little pussy the rest of the day.”

You couldn’t hold back. You reached back to bury your fingers in his curls, moaning his name, as your orgasm swept through you. A wave of white hot pleasure that had your thighs shaking.

“That’s it baby,” Thorn encouraged, as his own climax caused him to regain his hold on your hips to keep you in place, as he fulfilled his promise. You’d finish your task with his cum filling your cunt, and he’d escort you and your team out of the senate building as it dripped down your thighs.

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nahoney22 · 1 year

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Remember when Commander Cody returned Obi-Wan’s lightsaber? ❤️ How would the Bad Batch return Jedi!Reader’s saber? Either before or after being in a relationship? Or while they had feelings for eachother? 🤩

Lost Something?

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

All Bad Batch Boys X GN!Reader

Exactly what the requests asks 😚

Masterlist 🤍

warnings: none, fluff. Play fighting. One established relationship, the others not.

A/N this was cute, I hope I hit the brief

Echo

Although relationships with clones as a Jedi was forbidden, you could not help but develop immense feelings for a certain Arc Trooper. With eyes so kind and a heart so pure, it was hard not to fall for him which is quite literally what just happened.

During a battle stimulation, you made the mistake of wanting to take out the canons from above when you managed to slip and despite your best efforts tumble from above. Luckily for you however, a certain somebody had been covering your back and had no problem standing below you and physically catching you before you could injur yourself.

“Knew I could always count on you, Trooper.” You grin, tone loud over all the blaster fire before you jump out his arms and get back into the action.

He’s watching you in astonishment but as he steps forward and his foot judges soemthing, he looks down to see your lightsaber. He can not let your Master see the error that you made.

When the training was over, barely with time to spare you’re looking round all the destroyed targets in the hopes to see that familiar metallic hilt.

“Kriff, where is it?” You groan, knowing your Master will kill you for losing soemthing so valuable.

“General.” A voice breaks your thoughts and you see Echo stride towards you, removing his helmet and holding it by his hip.

You try to stop the feeling of blood rushing to your cheeks as his eyes gaze into your own bit it was seemingly impossible at this rate. “Hello Echo. Everything alright?”

He smirks a little before presenting you with your briefly lost weapon and you sigh in relief. “Thought you may have lost something.” He teased, handing it over and watching you attach it to your holster.

“You’re a life saver, Master would not be impressed if I lost this.” You shake your head at your own careless behaviour but nonetheless relieved that it was back in your arms. “Say, are you going to 79’s tonight?”

The question throws him a little and he’s suddenly unsure if it was a plan he already had in mind but shook his head anyway. “I’m not sure, why?”

Your hands are now kept behind your back, hiding your twiddling thumbs. “Oh I was just wondering. Thought I’d pop down to see how my boys are doing. Sometimes just mediating in my room can be a little dull.” You’re rambling a little and flirting certainly was not your forte. You just hope he got the hint that you wouldn’t mind seeing a certain someone there.

He chuckles and shifts his position only slightly, a little warm under his collar all of the sudden. “I-I’m sure I can make time to come down. It would be a pleasure to see you there General.” He beams, warmth heating his cheeks.

Before you could even process what you were saying, the words ‘it’s a date’ leaves your lips which has you scuttling away quickly but still, you knew he’d come.

Hunter

Dating Hunter was a dream. Although it could only happen when the Republic fell, you somewhat found it bitter sweet that it took all that to you and Hunter to finally admit your feelings.

“What’s on your mind?”

Lazing in the cockpit, Hunter could sense something was bothering you once you walked in and took a seat. Sweat was glistening to your skin and heart beating so fast it nearly burst his eardrums.

Shoulders slumped, you tilt your head back but look in his direction. “I can’t find my sabre.”

His eyes widened a little, knowing how important that weapon was to you. You had never misplaced it and the last time he saw you use it was two rotations ago on a mission which was quite a heavy one. “Have you searched everywhere? Under the bunks? Refresher? … Under Omega’s pillow?”

You let out a short chuckle at the last suggestion, knowing it wouldn’t be the first time Omega had took a keen interest in the lightsaber. “Yeah, I checked everywhere. I just don’t understand how I could’ve lost it. I know I didn’t lose it when we did that mission.” You sigh, leaning forward now with your arms slumped over your knees. “Unless it fell off my holster but I doubt it.”

Hunter senses your worry, getting the feeling that you would think yourself useless without your gear which has never been the case. He stands and moves to kneel on the floor in front of you, hands resting on your thighs. “Use the Force mesh’la, it has helped you before to find things now try again.”

You give him a wry smile. “Hunter, last time I did that was to find you and the others.”

“And it worked didn’t it?” He pointed out, working a smile. “Come on.”

You watch him close his eyes and you subtly roll your own but if it makes him feel better… you rest your forehead to his, eyes falling closed and let the Force speak to you.

There’s a moment of sweet silence until you let out a loud gasp, eyes shooting wide open and you stand abruptly almost knocking Hunter onto his rear. “I know where it is!”

The Clone chuckles, happy that his plan worked and stands up too, watching you run to the back of the ship and returning only moments later with of course - your sabre. “And where was that?” He folds his arms, raising an amused brow.

Sheepishly, you twirl it around in your hands and give a shy grin. “I may have put it in one of the cargo boxes by mistake.”

He steps to you and leans in, kissing your forehead which soon leads down to your cheek and then your lips. “My silly cyare.”

Wrecker

“Lost something little one?”

The voice of Wrecker made you turn instantly, seeing a mischievous glance on his face but little did he know that you knew exactly what he was referring to.

“Hand it over big boy.” You tease, turning fully to face him in the open field the two of you decided to go for a walk in.

A blush rises in his cheeks at the nickname, helplessly smitten by both your personality and looks. But, he simply can’t help but be a little naughty around you. And now he can since the others weren’t about to tease you both about your constant flirting. One of these days maybe one of you two will step up and admit this lingering-in-the-air feelings.

“If ya want it,” he gets into a position that you know you’re going to have run after him so you too prepare yourself, “come and get it!”

He runs, fast. But you’re a lot faster. In only a matter of seconds you’ve caught up to him, jumping onto his back and swiping your arms around his front to grab your sabre that was now in his long and outstretched hands. “Ha! Nice try!”

You grunt as you struggle to get it and although you could easily use the Force, why not have a little fun while you’re at it?

A shriek escapes you as a strong hand grasps at your leg and physically yanks you away from his back as he holds you outwards. Kriff, his strength was not a joke. But, you were determined and swung from left to right, starting with a stray, before you are able to grab his shoulder and pluck your leg free as you clambered up the front of him.

He’s taken aback, stilling as your legs wrap around his waist as he climbed him like the mountain of muscle he was. “Now hand it over.”

Never had Wrecker felt both so intimated yet happy at the same time. You were literally in his arms, something he had dreamed about forever (or the six months he has known you) and your lips so close to his face seemed very inviting.

He’s distracted, clearly a little flustered to put up a fight and since you had swiped the sabre from his grasp in a blink of an eye, he did not even budge. Had you broken him?

“Wrecker, honey?” You prompt him, tapping his scarred cheek lightly with the hilt to your weapon.

“Marry me.”

“What?!”

“Uh-.”

Tech

Blaster fire shot over your head, you’re ducking and weaving through trees as an ambush of raiders try to stop you and your team from infiltrating an enemy base when you lose your lightsaber.

The second it leaves your holster you’re well aware yet your odds were slim in retrieving it. That was until Tech, you’re smart and courageous friend had turned back and ran straight to retrieve.

“Tech! Leave it!” You skid to a halt, shouting over the blaster fire towards your teammate who had ducked and weaves through everything that got in his way until your sabre is swiped up into his grasp.

“Weapon located. I’m on my way back.” He speaks over the comm and you’re wide-eyed in complete horror yet surprise that he would do something so foolish yet kind for you.

Once both of you are out of harms way, catching your breath backs once yoh mount the Marauder Tech walks to you, hand extended with your beloved sabre.

“Tech.” You said his name breathlessly, shaking your head at him. “Why would you do that? You could’ve gotten yourself killed.”

“Yes my survival rate was slim yet I am aware of how important it is for a Jedi to have a weapon.”

All you could do is blink at him, slowly taking the lightsaber from his grasp and placing it down beside you. “Sure, it means a lot but your life means a lot more to me.” You speak softly, watching the tips of his ears turn a small shade of pink at your admission.

“I am just an expendable being”

“And this is just a piece of metal.” You interject, making him realise that his first comment was silly. “Like I said, you mean more to me than this. But I thank you.” Standing, you crossed the threshold and lean towards him until your lips press against his cheek. His breath staggers and his knees almost give way at the surprising gesture.

When you pull back and gauge his reaction, you felt a little bashful yourself. Nobody had ever looked at you the way he did with you. “Don’t do something like that again, okay?” Your voice was barley a whisper and for a second, you thought Tech had leaned in to kiss you back but his eyes swiftly closed, he cleared his throat, and nodded.

“Agreed.”

Crosshair

As you and Clone Force 99 walk towards Generals Windu and Kenobi, as well as your Master, your stomach was in your mouth.

You searching your mind, reeling back all the events of the mission that you just completed and tried to place where you had put your lightsaber. Or worse, lost.

You had scoured the whole ship, searching every crook and nanny and honestly, you were to proud to ask the others if they had seen it. And after receiving a few odd looks and questions, you gave up your search.

“General, I trust the mission went to plan?” Mace speaks up once he stops a few steps ahead of you.

“Yes, the separatist base has been breached and secured. I doubt we will see much of them around this area anymore.” You nod with a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

Your Master looks to you, raising a subtle brow. “Are you well? You seem distant in your thoughts?” Despite you being a Jedi Knight now, your Master was well adverse in sensing your troubles which you had tried so hard to keep at bay. But, there was no chance you were going to tell them you lost your weapon.

“Do I? Weird. No, I’m fine. Thanks for your concern.” You reply as casually as you can and allowed the others to converse amongst each other as you stand to the side and prepare to say your farewells.

You had worked with Clone Force 99 four times now and each time you thoroughly enjoyed it. They’re chaotic, different but funny in there own way. But as you look to them, you frown to see one in particular is missing. Where’s Crosshair?

As if reading your thoughts, Hunter comes over. “Crosshair said he would catch up, wanted to stay on the ship for a moment.” His words made you frown.

“Did he say why?” The Clone shakes his head in reply. You knew of his senses, but did he sense your nerves? The way your heart dropped a little in disappointment to not see your Snarky Sniper? Admittedly it took a while for him to warm up to you, both as stubborn as the other but you grew fond of his presence as he did yours. Now you feared you wouldn’t see him again for a long while.

As you’re nearing your goodbyes, you stand beside Kenobi and look to the majority of the Clones as your Master commends them for their help and how medals will be coming their way.

But in the corner of your eye, a tall, slime and grey haired figure comes into view and stands beside Wrecker as if he was always there. You stay silent, not wanting to interrupt their praises when your eyes locked. There was subtle movement by his hands and you look down towards them and your heart swells to see him waving your unignited lightsaber. Eyes wide, you look at his face to see him smirk and every so carefully mouthed, ‘lost something?’.

Mouthing him back a small thanks, you waited until your fellow Jedi made their leave before taking a step towards them and more importantly to Crosshair. “I don’t know how to thank you… where was it?”

“Doesn’t matter. You have it now.” He hands it over once his brothers walk away.

“Did you know I lost it?”

He nods, folding his arms over his body. “Knew something wasn’t right when you were turning out ship upside down and inside out. Gathered you must’ve lost something awfully important.” He says pointedly, a little smug at his act of heroism.

You hum in amusement and made sure it was securely locked onto your belt. “Well, thank you again Crosshair. You’re a fine solider and man.”

For a second he shifts, not so used to being complimented on him as a person and not a solider but nods in appreciation. “I trust we may be serving alongside another again?”

“I hope so. May the force be with you, Crosshair.”

Never had so few words meant so much to him in those moments. His heart that was usually empty felt full and pride was shooting through his veins and a blush crept up his next.

“And with you, my General.”

He wanted more than anything to fight by your side once more.

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the-s1lly-corner · 6 months

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Hello, I saw that this account can write for creepypastas so can I please have some headcanons for characters such as Laughing Jack, Eyeless jack and slenderman (and maybe Jason the toymaker) with a S/O who often holds their emotions and anger in and gets easily annoyed and frustrated but they dislike telling them the problem (like out of fear of being humiliated or lack of trust)

Laughing Jack, Eyeless Jack and Slenderman x reader who bottles up emotions but becomes irritable!

not at all confident in my writing for jason since i never really got into him </3 hope thats okay !! runs around ehehehehehe another creepypasta request (chews) AND its with my favorites unrelated to this post but ik i said i was gonna get on that grind but admin hasnt ate yet today and he hungers for sammy so me thinks im going to knock out this request then take a quick break then come back!!

LAUGHING JACK:

honestly as much as i love this clown, hes a clown at the end of the day. he doesnt take many things seriously, and when he does hes still giggling and treating it lightly. so arguably, between these three he might be the worst.. unless having this goofy fuck trying relentlessly to get a smile on your face is helpful to you, at least in the short-term.. he DOES notice that youre tense and upset, but hes more likely to try to cheer you up or get you to laugh or smile instead of actually asking whats wrong with you. though, if youre crying.. i think thats where hed drop everything and ask if theres something going on. its that little caretaker bit in him thats still lingering from before he got all twisted, you know?

does not have much to say or any solutions, but he does offer to hold you while you cry or yell, hell he would even let you hit him around if it makes you feel better; though hes a little touched that the offer gives you pause.. clown physics be damned, you dont want to do that. crying/yelling into his chest it is then.. hes pretty soft and warm, i think.. might even start purring to try to soothe you during the tail end of your whole thing.. i know i just said that he doesnt have much to say but i think theres like. a tiny chance he would drop the most profound and effective reassurance.. so you know what maybe hes not the WORST, its just getting him to stop being silly can be a little tough...

dont snap at him, hes either going to keep riling you up or hes going to legitimately get angry, theres no in-between and it depends on the day and jack doesnt have the sense or thought to step away to let you guys cool down

EYELESS JACK:

doing ej first, but i think between the three hes the worst with you. not because he cant relate to you or that he doesnt care about you; but out of... him not being able to understand. which is a little funny since a lot of my hcs for him and his whole deal has to deal with suppressing himself but i think emotions and eating flesh are two different things. shrugs... every blunt with just telling you to talk to him, which can sometimes come off as cold and uninterested but rest assured thats not really his intention. he DOES care about you, but hes not exactly the softest person in this situation... rare that hes around when youre out and about doing things, given hes a hermit and is very careful about not getting seen... but when you do come to visit and he notices something is up with you he does ask if you need to talk. will snap back if youre being short with him, though, so both of you guys are going to need to take a few minutes before continuing the conversation to try to find a solution... if one can be found; he studied to be a doctor, not a therapist

though... i think overtime he would pick up on cues and things that make you untense just a tiny bit, and i just know he would utilize it. massages? hes already working the tension in your shoulders down. favorite food? sure hes not the best cook and he might have to go raid your pantry if hes visiting, but hes going to try his best to make you some food! just want to sit in the quiet? jacks already a pretty quiet guy, not too chatty, so youre set there already... wanna talk? he will listen, but a lot of his advice and solutions are more logical and straight forward rather than emotionally driven..

SLENDERMAN:

oh you dont think he would notice that you bottle your feelings up and shove them down? get real, he may not be the best with reading humans and understanding them but hes not clueless with your feelings. but do i think he would ask you to talk and open up? its hard to say... because on one hand i love the idea of slenderman just minding his own business, but i also enjoy the fatherly energy the old fandom have assigned him to... and finding a middle ground here is a little... hard... shrugs. he does take you away from situations that have you stressing out very quickly, though.. if youre alone? its as easy as just taking you and dipping.. but if youre around people (with slenderman standing off to the side out of sight, of course) hes going to wait until everyone is looking away. side note but to others it has definitely looked like you disappeared when a bus passed LMAO

rather than straight up asking you whats wrong and trying to coax you into speaking, i think he would give you journals so you can get your emotions out in some way... but if you want to talk to him, hes not going to stop you. centuries of living but not interacting much with others does offer some interesting advice, typically in the form of self care and meditation rather than trying to express your discomforts to others before they have the chance to stomp all over you... shrugs.. but if youre being irritable around him, similar to ej i think hes going to have to detach for a moment to avoid any conflict, though i dont think he would snap back at you unless you do something that REALLY gets under his skin.. buuuuut simple snark isnt going to do shit

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta imagine #laughing jack x reader #laughing jack x you #laughing jack headcannons #laughing jack imagine #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack x you #eyeless jack headcanon #eyeless jack imagine #slenderman x you #slenderman x reader #slenderman headcanon #slenderman imagine

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kisses-galore · 10 months

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Conffessions - Lottie Matthews

( not proofread )

( no crash )

(from my wp)

warning(s): making out, I think some cussing and more but I'm not sure

bold italics = flashback

lottie matthews x fem!reader

plot: Lottie and Y/N have had something going on for a while. They've snuck off to the restroom during parties. They've never spoke on it after it happened. One day Lottie tries to confess her love to Y/N and Y/N brushes her off and ignores her. One day Lottie is talking to Nat and Tai and they encourage her to go talk to Y/N.(someone please smack some sense into y/n)

mood/genre: idk.... 🥳

Lotties P.O.V

I straddled Y/N while we were kissing on my bed. She put her hands on my waist while I had my arms wrapped around her neck. We've done this multiple times. Although we never talked about it after. I'm going to try to talks to her about it tomorrow. Her kisses went down to my neck as she started sucking on it.

"Hey remember no hickeys." I said reminding her. "Where people can see." She said and flipped us do I was now on the bed. She put me in my back. Y/N took off my shirt with ease. She went kissed me on my lips, then went down to my neck, then kissed me in between my breasts. That's where she liked giving me hickeys. Everytime.

Your P.O.V

I was at my locker when Lottie came up to me. "Can I talk to you?" She asked. "Uh I gotta go to class." I said. "Class starts in twenty minutes?" She said. "Fine." I said. "Where do you want to talk?" I asked. "Right here." She said. I just nodded.

"Y/N look... I know we said no strings attached but-" Fuck.

"I gotta go to class." I said and walked off quickly. Shit. Is she trying to confess her feelings or something?-

Lotties P.O.V

"And then she said she had to go to class?" Tai asked. "Yes." I answered.

"That's fucked up." She replied. "Exactly!" I said hitting the lunch table slightly. "Try confronting her again." Tai said.

"I've tried. Multiple times. She keeps brushing me off. And it's starting to get annoying." I said. "Well that sucks." Tai said eating a fry off of my tray. "Where is Y/N matter of fact." Nat asked.

"She isn't at school again." I said and they both looked at me with a questioning look. "What I've got classes with her." I said defensively. "Yeah lunch." Tai said.

"Wait do you like know her schedule?" Nat asked.

Me and Y/N's schedule got thrown on the floor a while ago. I'm once again straddling her this time were in her room. Her hands are on my waist while mine are on her face. She kissed my neck and sucked on my sweet spot. I moaned quietly.

"Rules Y/N." I said. "Oh come on it'll be gone by the time we go to school." She said. She's probably right. She then went back to her work on my neck. "It does suck that we don't haven't any classes together." I said and she nodded.

"No." I said quickly. Maybe a little too quickly because they started laughing. "It's literally not funny me and her showed each other our schedules when we got them." I said avoiding eye contact."It kind of is." Tai said. "She most definitely likes you back." Nat said after. "Probably not." I said messing with my food.

"She literally knows everything about you. And honestly she literally confessed to me one time." Tai said. "Wait really?" I asked a little to happily. "Well not really but she's always so happy when you get mentioned, she can literally go on for hours about you. Which you can also do." Tai said.

"Well that's not really confirming anything?" I said questioning this logic. "Come on just believe her." Nat said looking at me.

"We're tired of you guys fighting, it's really bringing down our moods." Nat added jokingly. "Fine. I gotta go. Cover for me." I said. They both nodded and I ran off.

Your P.O.V

I heard a knock at my door and I knew it wasn't my mom or dad because they both have work. They don't get off till later. So I walked to the door and looked out of the window by it. It was Lottie so I opened it. "Hey can I come it?" She asked."Sure." I replied, she looked nervous and scared so i was a bit worried.

"Wanna go to my room?" I asked looking at her. She nodded and we went upstairs to my room. I opened the door for her and she walked in. Once I sat on my bed I patted the spot next to me."What's wrong Lotts?" I asked.

"Look. I need to tell you something. And you can't run away again." She said. I nodded. "I won't." I told her. "You know how when we first started doing whatever it is were doing?" She asked. I nodded. "And how we said no strings attached?" I nodded once again because I wasn't going to interrupt her.

"Well... I can't do that anymore. Y/N I really like you. Like like like you. And I really want to be together. I wanna go in dates with you." She said.I smiled and then laughed. "Why are you laughing?" She said.

"Charlotte Matthews. I like like you too." I said. She smiled. "Can I kiss you?" She asked leaning in but stopping half way.

"Yes." I said filling the gap.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets showtime #lottie matthews #lottie matthews x reader #fem reader #gxg #🌹 kai writes

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lovelybunn · 2 years

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Hi! Could I request Post covid Kyle Broflovski x fem!reader nsfw headcanons please? Tysm!

nsfw hcs w/ post covid kyle broflovski.

warning(s): sexual themes, uses of petnames, afab!reader

author's note: my brain instantly thought of this when i saw this request (also if you know me and/or follow me, if you saw this post, no you didn't.)

His kinks.

giving praise.

"you're doing so good, baby." making you feel good is kyle's number one goal, both mentally and physically, so verbal praise is a go-to. he just adores that cute little look on your face when he tells you how gorgeous you are while he teases at your most sensitive areas.

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being called "sir".

you might have accidentally or purposefully called him sir at some point, and ever since then, it really turns him on. the way the word just slides off your tongue hits him in the right way. especially when you mewl it out, begging for him to touch you.

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overstimulation.

not only will this man either have his tongue, fingers, or cock plummeting deep inside you, he will almost always have some kind of toy to further push you over the edge. but don't worry, kyle will always let you cum; he isn't cruel.

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marking.

he doesn't ever bite too hard, he doesn't want to hurt you. but don't get it twisted, he sucks hard enough where that hickey will be visible, and he makes sure of that. his favorite places to mark you, (besides your neck of course,) is your waist and everything in-between all the way down to your thighs. there's something so addictive to their tenderness and the way you squirm around him with each gentle touch.

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phone sex.

hear me out. him being able to hear your sweet moans while he's at work is pure heaven for him. he loves encouraging you, edging you on, until you finally hit your high, and trust me, that won't be the last one of the day. ;)

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What petnames does he give you?

baby.

"you're my pretty baby, aren't you? say it." to put it simply, your his baby, so of course he's gonna call you that. he wants you to feel loved, for you to know that you mean the world to him.

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sweetie/sweetheart.

"oh, you can't handle it, sweetheart? i don't care." he's says this more in a sarcastic tone, but he always means well. he uses this especially during angry sex, which, because of kyle's proneness to losing his temper very easily, is common.

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Ass, Thighs, or Tits?

ass.

kyle broflovski, believe it or not, likes ass a whole lot. and he just loves groping and smacking on yours. wear some cute jeans that hug you just right? he'd totally tap that. wear a skirt that's just so short it's virtually impossible to cover your ass up? expect to not be able to walk tomorrow.

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How vocal is he?

hmm, not very.

he usually just hums against your ear. but sometimes, when kyle's really close, he'll whimper and tiny squeaks of moans will come out, but other than that, he'd prefer to be able to hear you instead.

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Head, both giving and receiving.

giving.

when i tell you this man knows exactly what he's doing, i'm being very serious. not only does that tongue work wonders, those delivish eyes could make you cum all their own. like i said earlier, he loves to pleasure you, so he goes down on you pretty often.

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receiving.

"that's it, just like that, baby.." though he does prefer to give it to you, he's more than down for you to wrap your pretty little lips around his cock. (he's a man, what were you expecting?) fair warning, prepare for kyle broflovski's true jersey shore to come out when you give him head.

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His favorite position(s).

missionary.

kyle is a very peculiar man. any place where he can see your face he would be satisfied with. he'll place you where your legs rest comfortably at his shoulders as he looks down endearingly at you.

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doggystyle.

ass is his thing, so being able to see all that jiggling in his face while he pounds into to you is heaven in his eyes. just being to squeeze your plump cheeks is enough to drive kyle crazy.

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Aftercare: Does he do it?

yes, of course he does.

kyle can't stand being all sweaty and gross after having sex with you, so he almost always will invite you to go take a nice, calming shower with him to slowly come down from your high. but he never stops praising you for how amazing you did (even if you didn't do much of anything). soft, gentle kisses and tender massages against your tight muscles are something kyle will do every time. and the cuddly nap you two will have afterward? spooning kyle broflovski? im jealous.

#south park #south park post covid #kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #south park hcs #i literally dont know #i hope no one reads this #theres like #no tags #for this #south park x reader #south park headcanons

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nicoline1998enilocin · 1 year

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Learn to live with the consequences

PAIRING | Steve Rogers x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 2.8K

SUMMARY | You come out of a mission with a lot more than you bargained for, but you couldn't be happier with how everything turned out in the end.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Swearing, blood/injuries, unplanned pregnancy.

A/N | Hi all, and welcome to my first Steve fic! He is one of my favorite characters, so I couldn't wait to see where my mind would take me for this one. This fic is not proofread, all mistakes are my own.

Likes and reblogs wil be very much appreciated 💜

Main Masterlist | Steve Rogers Masterlist

During your last mission with the Avengers, everything went south real fast, and now you need to come to terms with the consequences. What appeared to be a simple mission at first, turned into your worst nightmare when you got injured so badly, you would never be able to return to your former job as an Avenger, at least not in the field, and that is something you just aren't ready to deal with - yet.

The mission started easy enough, and was nothing out of the ordinary, you fought aliens and bad guys all the times after all. But this was different, because the bad guys were stronger than any of you could have predicted. ''Guys, I need- ugh- some help here!'' you yell through the com in your ear, because you can't seem to fight off this particular person with inhumane strength.

''Try to hold on a little longer, I'm almost there!'' Steve said, running through every hallway, but they all seemed to look the same and he got the awful feeling he got lost. ''Please, hu-...'' is all you could get out before there were gunshots heard and everything went silent. ''Y/N? Y/N please answer?!'' Steve said, and everyone on the com went completely silent, waiting for an answer.

It was mere seconds after the gunshot went off, that Steve had found the room you were located, and he didn't know what he saw. There is blood everywhere, including on you, and it seemed to come from everywhere on your body. You were not even conscious anymore when Steve arrived, the pain of the gunshot wound was too much, together with the fact that you had been kicked and hit too many times to count.

''Y/N, FUCK!'' Steve said, ''Language!'' someone said over the com, but no one laughed, they all realized that it had to be bad when Steve was swearing. ''Is she okay? How is she?!'' Tony asked, ''Get her to the jet so she can be taken care of, now!'' he ordered. ''Oh my god, Y/N, please stay with me, please, I don't- I can't lose you...'' Steve said and he couldn't hold back the tears when he carefully lifted your body. Seeing you like this made his heart shatter into a million pieces.

The two of you weren't exactly best friends, but you could always laugh with each other and enjoyed each others company nevertheless - even after your hook-up a few months ago everything was still civil between the two of you. You joined the Avengers after Tony found about you and your powers, which were similar to those of Steve and Bucky, but you weren't injected with a super soldier serum, you were born that way. It took you a while to come to terms with it after Tony told you, but you figured it couldn't hurt to take him up on his offer. Oh, how wrong you were...

During your training sessions with the Avengers, everyone quickly figured out that you were stronger than you looked, and it would definitely work in your favor. You always had the most fun during the training sessions with Steve and Bucky, because they were actually able to keep up with you and your strength, which was nice and made you feel like less of an outsider, even though that feeling would always be there.

''Don't go easy on me now, Captain! You know I can handle it, right?'' you teased Steve during your training mission, but he would always hold back a little. ''I don't want to hurt you, Y/N, I sometimes don't even know my own strength.'' he said with a little blush on his face when he said this, he never confessed this to anyone, but in the moment he felt safe enough to tell you, and you appreciated that, and it was the start of something special between you both.

''I'm at the jet, please be careful everyone, we can't afford anyone else to get hurt!'' Steve said as he carefully put you down on the exam table so Bruce could look you over. ''There are some very obvious injuries like the knee and the cuts and bruises all over her, but I am gonna examine her further to see what other injuries she has. You should go out there and help them, I will take good care of her.'' Bruce said. ''No, I want to stay with her, I want to be here when she wakes up.'' Steve decided, and he grabbed a chair to sit on.

Bruce looked you over and discovered multiple serious injuries; shattered kneecap because of multiple bullets, broken shoulder and humerus and a spinal injury, the extent of which is not known yet. When Bruce said this, the guilt Steve felt only grew bigger. ''If only I was there sooner...'' he muttered, but Bruce assured him that he did all he could, she's safe now and he will take good of you. The rest of the mission went without a hitch, and as soon as everyone came back to the yet, everyone wanted to know how you were doing.

''It's not good, it's really bad actually...'' Steve started, ''Her kneecap is shattered, the gunshots we heard went to her knee so she couldn't follow the guy. She also has a broken shoulder and humerus, as well as a spinal injury.'' Steve said with a look of pure guilt on his face, not being able to look any of the Avengers in the face. ''Hey, look at me. This isn't your fault, you didn't do this to her, okay?'' Bucky assured him, but he only felt more guilty. ''I wasn't there to protect her, that should have been me, not Y/N! I should be laying there on that table, I never should have sent her in that room, she-'' but he couldn't finish his sentence.

''No, listen to me. You did not do anything wrong here, you did not know that was going to happen, you did all you could and so did she. They were stronger than any of us could have predicted, so you don't get to feel guilty about this. I know how heartbroken you are right now, we all feel that way. None of us wanted any of this to happen, but all we can do now is be there for her, through this hard time, because this is not going to be easy on her, believe me. But she needs you, Steve, she needs you to help her through this but she will not be able to do this alone.'' Bucky said, not taking no for an answer from him.

''We're not saying what you're feeling isn't valid, because it is, Steve. But she really needs all of us to be strong, because she might not be able to get out there after this, you and I both know what.'' Natasha followed up. And Steve knew she was completely right, but it didn't make him feel any better. All he wanted to do was trade places with you, take every last bit of suffering away if he could. But he can't, and that hurts the most. To see one of the people he cares for so deeply, be so hurt, it hurts him too.

As soon as the jet landed back in the compound, you were rushed to the medbay, where you could be checked over once more and all your injuries could be properly taken care of. During the test and checks, the doctors found out something else entirely, which would be a surprise to everyone; you were pregnant, and you weren't aware of it - yet. The spinal injury you had wasn't life threatening, neither were the other injuries, they would heal all on their own. You had to wear a sling for a long time to heal your shoulder and humerus, but your knee was to far gone to be saved too.

You had no family, having left them behind years ago before you moved to New York with Tony, so the decision on what to do with your leg would be on you, but you weren't able to make it in your current state. They had to wake you up, but it wouldn't be pleasant, so they asked Steve to stay by your side so there would be at least one familiar face. ''She should wake up soon, please let us know when that happens, so we can come in an discuss the treatment plan with her.'' the doctor told Steve, to which he agreed.

After a few hours you seemed to stir awake a little bit, having some pain but nothing compared to when your knee got shot, before you blacked out. ''Hi Cap...'' you croaked out, and Steve got pulled from his book, even though the couldn't concentrate on it for even a second. ''Y/N, hi. How are you feeling?'' he asked, already knowing the answer. ''Like I got shot and thrown against a wall.'' you said soft and tried to laugh but it hurt too much so it didn't really come out like one. ''I'll go get the doctor, they wanted to explain something to you about your treatment.'' Steve said and he walked away, but not before giving you a small kiss on your forehead.

''Y/N, good to see you awake. How are you feeling?'' the doctor asked when he walked in. ''I've been better.'' you say a little more confident now, but not anywhere near your usual self, far from it. ''That is understandable given your situation. There are actually two things I have to discuss with you, would you like to do it in private, or do you want someone here?'' ''I'd like for Steve to be here please, anything you have to say you can say in front of him.'' you said with a small smile towards Steve.

''Okay. Well, first off, I have to let you know that when we did some additional tests when you were back from your mission, we found out that you are about 10 weeks pregnant now. The baby is completely fine, it is a miracle they survived, but they're really strong so that is a good thing.'' Your brain couldn't comprehend anything past 'pregnant', because you didn't know how that could happen. Well, you know how, but it shouldn't have happened, the last time you had sex you had used protection... right? ''I- I- It can't be true, I can't be pregnant!'' you blurt out, but it starts to make sense.

You have been eating more than usual, gained some weight here and there, but shrugged it off thinking it must be from training. You were frantically looking for anything to hold in order to ground yourself when you found Steves arm, and you squeezed pretty hard. He didn't mind, seeing he was also pretty much in shock himself, especially after doing the math himself and the realization dawned on him. ''It's mine...'' he whispered barely audible, and he looked at you with a combination of worry, confusion and most of all, love. You were carrying his baby, even though he didn't even know he could have them. Turns out, he could.

''I understand that this is a huge bomb to drop on your lives, but I still need to discuss something else, which is very time sensitive. You had multiple gunshot wounds to you kneecap, but based on what we could see there was more damage than we could see, so we would need to amputate part of your leg, in order to save you. If we don't, it can be life threatening to both you and your baby.'' the doctor continued, and without a second though, you said ''Do it. Take it, everything to save my baby.'' and you looked at Steve.

They took you away to the operating room and Steve went back to see everyone in the waiting room. ''How is she?'' everyone asked at the same time. ''Uh, good new and bad news...'' Steve started, not quite sure where to begin. ''Bad news is that her knee was so damaged that they couldn't save it, so they're gonna have to do an above the knee amputation, so she probably won't be going on any missions any time soon...'' he said and looked at the floor. ''And the good news?'' Bucky asked.

Steves cheeks turned a dark red which spread down to his neck and chest when he said ''She's 10 weeks pregnant, and the baby is mine. We aren't together or anything, it was just a one time thing, we just remained friends afterwards. The baby is fine and healthy, but I'm not sure what to do now...'' he confessed, and the ceiling suddenly looked very interesting. As long as he could look anywhere but at his team mates, he was holding it together. ''Wow... You're gonna be a dad, I'm so happy for you man!'' Bucky said and he pulled Steve into a big hug. When he did that, Steve couldn't hold it in any longer and he started sobbing on his best friends shoulder, all the emotions of the past few hours coming out all at once.

''It's okay. We're all here for you, and Y/N is going to be okay, she will fight even harder now, both for her as for your little one.'' Bucky said and that seemed to calm Steve down a little before letting him go. ''You're going to be a great dad, there is not a single doubt in my mind about that. But when she's able to, you should really talk to Y/N about what this means for the two of you, because things will definitely change forever between the two of you.'' and all Steve could do was nod, not trusting his voice or anything coming out of his mouth right now.

Everyone took turns congratulating Steve, and they all sat there together waiting for Y/N to come back from the operating room. After a few gruesome hours, she was rolled back into her room with half a leg less, but with another life still growing inside her. Steve walked into the room and when the doctor walked out of the room, he just had to say what was on his mind. ''Hi sweetheart, I still can't believe were going to be parents, I can't wait to meet our little one, I hope they look just like you. I love you so much, and I wish I had said something sooner. I can't wait to start a life with you, my love.'' he said, and a few silent tears fell down his face.

The next few months were challenging, but you battled through it like a champ, getting used to your prosthetic leg quicker than you though would be possible. Shuri had you choose the design, and you went for a similar design you Buckys arm, except that yours was white with gold, your favorite color combination. Around 20 weeks you and Steve found out the gender of your baby, and discovered you would be having a baby boy, and Steve was absolutely ecstatic about it, although he would have been equally happy if he had gotten a little princess.

You and Steve decided on his name as soon as you found out you would have a boy, but decided to keep it a secret for a little while longer, wanting to reveal it when he was born. On February 14th it was finally time for the little one to come out, and you couldn't wait any longer to hold him in your arms. After a long delivery he was finally here, your precious little boy, and both you and Steve were looking at him with pure adoration and the utmost love, while you both had silent tears of you on your cheeks. ''He's absolutely perfect. Do you think we should introduce him to his aunts and uncles?'' you asked and Steve got everyone in the room.

''I have had a rough year, but I have to say, I would not change it for the world. If I didn't spent that night with Steve, I wouldn't have the most precious human in my arms right now, so I am eternally grateful for my amazing husband. He helped me learn to live with the consequences of my - and our - actions, and I would do it all over again if I could.'' you said, before giving Steve a soft, loving kiss on his lips. ''So, what is his name?!'' Bucky asked impatient, and he really wanted to hold his little nephew, who he already adored so much. ''Are you sure you're ready to know? Because I don't want you to drop him when you hear his name!'' you said with a laugh as you handed him to Bucky.

''His name is James Anthony Rogers.'' both you and Steve said at the same time, and you saw both Tony and Bucky fighting back tears of joy when they heard you decided to name them after the most important people in your lives. ''It's perfect.'' Bucky said and he placed a small, soft kiss on the forehead of his godson.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers #captain america

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kurosstuff · 1 year

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!! Can I request a fluffy Cassandra story? One where Cassandra gets injured to the point that she’s bedridden and her female s/o nurses her back to health, she feeds her changes her bandages cleans her etc and at first Cassandra is reluctant but gives in since she can’t do anything yet because of her injuries.

SO- kinda just jumped right in that she's hurt right off the bat- sorry bur couldn't think of a reason she got hurt. Also gonna be short- kinda hard to focus on writing rn but! I really wanted to write this

Cassandra Dimitrescu x F!reader: stubborn

Warning(s): Cassandra dimitrescu. Threats Cursing. Injuries(doesn't go into full detail nor explains exactly what happened. Wanna keep it extra fluffy to not add the detailed injury♡) slight sexual jokes(not really), blood- soft!Cassandra dimitrescu

Summary: Cassandra gets hurt- is to stubborn to allow you to care for her but does anyways

"Say anything and I'll gut you right here like a fish."

Cassandra laid bundled in her bed- covered head to toe in blankets and poorly wrapped bandages. Sighing you went over roughly yanking the pillows underneath her head causing her to fall off the pillow.

"HEY WATCH IT!"

"Should take your own advice Cassandra." Wincing at the use of her name she grumbled crossing her arms angerly. Puffing up her chest in a fit' turning to look away from you as best as she could.

"Now, let me help you out of those clothes." Cassandra froze for a second at that before grining stupidly

"Oh well, i thought youd never-"

"Cassandra."

"..sorry"

It took four minutes to get Cassandra to sit still- allowing you to take the bloodied ripped cloth off her and wince at the sight. The blood whipped off- ignoring her protests of "Hey! It shows how much of a predator I am" or whatever she was going on about. Ignoring Cassandra for most would be a death sentence. But here you are, cleaning her wounds and wrapping her up, all while ignoring her complaints - which in turn made her even more grumpy

"OK. Time to eat. " Getting up, you leaned over to the table where a bowl sat - Cassandra rose an eyebrow at it in confusion."Before you came in, I asked another maid to bring this in. It's just liquid -" sitting down beside her properly you hit her hand away from the bandages on her "dont touch , and for now to not cause any more trouble. Your only drinking liquid"

Ignoring Cassandra, who yet again started to whine about being babies over a small cut- taking a spook, you dipped it into the red liquid and held it over to her face bowl under it in cases picture of it.

"No."

"What do you mean no?"

"You're gonna feed me. No What the fuck?"

"Your gonna spill it"

Scuffing Cassandra rolled her eyes. "Spill? You think I'm a messy person?.." Looking the other way, she flushed slightly," that messy of a person?" She corrected

"Yes"

"Wha- HEY RUDE-" Shoving the spoon into her mouth Cassandra gaged a bit on it swallowing the liquid before glaring at you "ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?"

"Maybe"

"WHAT"

During the following week it was like trying to bath a cat- a whiny, grumpy, bloodthirsty vat. Cassandra even went as far as hissing when you put her in the water. Grumbling about how' she doesn't need to bath. It's just her natural born killing smell!

That landing with a glob of shampoo in her hair- grumbling she finally relaxed closing her eyes. Messaging her scalp you gently used your nails to scratch her head- before washing it out of her head and moving to the conditioner. "-?" Opening her eyes she cursed in her head- she was almost lured to sleep.

Almost

Glancing up at you in confusion she tilted her head to the side "you were purring"

"I do not purr. That's what those feline things do"

"Cat. And yes you do- you always do".

"I do not!"

Bringing her back to bed you helped her gently into bed- Cassandra being uncharacteristically quiet

"No one's usually this gentle with me." Cassandra spoke aloud answering your silent thought. "I thought I'd hate it but" Turning away from you if she had the ability she'd blush "I.. liked it. I wouldn't mind doing it again"

"Of course. Just don't get hurt next time"

Cassandra smiled "won't happen twice"

#cassandra dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu #x reader #wlw #resident evil village x reader #resident evil x reader

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jehilew · 5 months

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Ship Ask Game: Romy edition

Who would ask “would you still love me if I was a worm?” and how would the other(s) respond?

Rogue: Would you still love me if I was a worm?

Gambit: This a trick question?

Rogue: No. Answer me.

Gambit: Well, I’m sure a fish will love your worm self if I put you on a hook...

Rogue: …you’d put me on a goddamn hook??

Gambit: I would a worm—

Rogue: You asshole—

Gambit: But you ain’t a worm, so I fail to see—

Rogue: *turns into a worm, somehow still glaring at him ferociously*

Gambit: …I KNEW IT. I FUCKIN’ KNEW IT. YOU ABSORBED YOUR SHAPESHIFTIN’ MAMA AGAIN, AND THIS WAS A TRICK QUES—

Rogue: *in a piercingly high pitched voice* I WANT A DIVORCE, YOU OVERGROWN HORSE’S ASS—

*imagine further stupid squabbling at your leisure*

Who comes up with the best date night ideas?

Gambit. Not that Rogue isn’t imaginative, it’s just that while she appreciates his romancing, she’s not particularly romantic all on her own, so. He romances, she lets him, and enjoys it (she makes up for the lack of romance in other ways, so they’re fine).

Who’s better at carnival games?

Gambit. She’s quite proficient in aiming and hitting, but I mean… the man’s trademark move is throwing goddamn cards and hitting shit with them. (Too bad they didn’t let him keep the knives from his early days).

Who drags the other(s) onto a rollercoaster?

Rogue! Even though she can fly and do more daredevil stunts herself, it’s a control issue. Which is richly converse for her, considering lack of control with her power is such a huge issue for her, among other things, but rollercoasters? Nah, she’s okay letting go for that—it’s harmless, it’s fun, and it’s super fun to watch her risk taking, thrill-seeking, dopamine-greedy husband turn green on a rollercoaster.

Who does the most chores?

Gambit. Rogue is a hurricane in boots, and tends to be okay with her surroundings sort of mirroring her cluttered, chaotic mind. Gambit is a neat-nick who would never.

Who gets drunk the quickest?

Powered up? Gambit; she’s invulnerable, so her brain and liver are just fine. Powered down? Rogue; she’s no longer invulnerable, and her body isn’t used to alcohol affecting her. Plus, her husband isn’t exactly a lightweight.

Who watches the most reality tv?

Neither of them. Rogue watches rom/com, Gambit watches shit like Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Charmed, Supernatural, etc etc.

Who insists their way is better even though it’s objectively the worst way?

Rogue. She’s so damn stubborn, she’s a mule. And even if she becomes aware that she’s entirely wrong during the argument, she’ll still double down.

Who believes in ghosts?

Both of them do. Hell, they have been ghosts before.

Who texts the most memes to the other(s)?

Rogue. She doesn’t use the text function on her phone hardly at all except to send memes and funny TikTok vids.

Who makes the most typos/autocorrect mistakes?

Rogue. She gets in a hurry and makes the mistakes, and gives zero fucks about correcting it. “Let him figure that shit out,” she decides, choosing to ignore the stupid autocorrect, “it’ll give him something to do.”

Who’s a more nervous flyer?

Neither of them. She can fly subsonic speed as part of her powerset, and further, she’s flown on planes and jets aplenty with her own flight isn’t called for/wasn’t a thing. He’s flown everywhere on this job and that one since he was a teen, he ain’t scared.

If they have matching pfps, are they cute, funny, weird, etc?

Oh, funny/flirty, definitely.

Who’s better at writing professional emails?

Oof. They’re both good at it. Gambit’s had to, being a prominent Thief and now King of Thieves. Rogue has had to learn over the years as an X-Man and as an Avenger, and as staff at Xavier’s School.

Who steals the other(s)’ food?

Both do it. Which is stupid, because they both sample from each other’s plates all the time, it’s just what they do. But despite that, they’ll sneak food off the other’s plate when they aren’t looking, or swipe their favorite snack out of the cabinets and eat them, and it’ll instigate a dumb argument.

Who’s more willing to commit murder for the other(s)?

Gambit. Though to be honest…I see it in Rogue, too. Let us not forget who her mothers are.

Their child is chanting “McDonalds! McDonalds! McDonalds!”, who says they have food at home, joins the chant, or buys a single black coffee and leaves?

Gambit says they have food at home, Rogue joins in, neither of them buy the coffee.

Who uses more slang?

Gambit, but it’s a toss up. I think he wins just because he’s Cajun, and also because he’s from NOLA. He’s got all the good turns of phrases.

Who uses emoticons?

Rogue. If she can respond to a text in emoji form, she will—she hates texting in general.

Who would absolutely slay at the met gala?

Both, though so far, Rogue has completely blown him out of the water at the Hellfire Galas. I think she’d still do the best just because of all the psyches she has upstairs?? All that talent, creativity, and fashion sense/style floating around in her head?? Pfft. Pffft.

Technically, this was supposed to be a post and wait on people to ask, but I'm not built for waiting, so here you are with answers nobody asked for. Enjoy!

#Romy #Rogue x Gambit #Anna-Marie LeBeau #Remy LeBeau #Rogue #Gambit #ship ask game #I'm...not sure why they all wound up numbered 1??#I'm Rogue; I ain't fixing it.

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ivy-loves-chocolate · 1 year

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Mission accomplished

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ N o t e ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ this was requested by @princeinsomniavoid. Thank you so much for the amazing plot and for helping me with the proofreading. You are amazing 💖 Reblogs and comments are very appreciated 💖

Plot: Leon and the reader work for Umbrella. The reader hates their job because they were being trained to be a field agent kind of like Leon but ended up being heavily injured in a training exercise. Very sardonic and full of sass they walk around using a cane now with their job being similar to Hunnigan. Leon gets into some trouble during his assignment and with the help of the reader, he manages to get through. The Reader has to semi-begrudgingly help him out because they do care about Leon but find it a little hard to show it. Who knows, maybe when Leon gets back to the HQ they'll kiss or something :).

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A gentle summer rain turned into a thunderstorm quickly.

Y/N was sitting at their desk, wearing a headset much like Hunnigan's. Their attention was directed at the monitor in front, which displayed the activity of a field agent. Their job was to watch the situation and help the agent fulfill his mission.

It was late, so late that they could barely keep their eyes open. Near them, there were a few cups of coffee, some empty, some with a little liquid in them that ran cold except for one that was fresh. They liked their coffee hot. When they felt another wave of fatigue hit, they quickly took a sip of the hot beverage.

An assignment shouldn't take this long, but the Government loves to give Leon the toughest missions. So they were stuck on that chair until he returned home. Normally another agent can replace them, but for reasons only known to them, they refused to be replaced.

"Condor One to Roost, do you copy?" A familiar voice said through the microphone that made them flinch.

"Roost to Condor One, I copy. What's your situation?"

The first instinct was to scold Leon for being out for so long, but the mission was already hard. He didn't need more pressure.

"I got the papers and the sample. Man, these mercenaries are no joke."

"Did you really expect to get an easy mission?"

"A man can only hope."

Y/N chuckled, and with a few clicks, he found Leon's current location.

"I see you found a safe place."

"Not exactly. I found this weird, wooden piece, and my guts telling me it belongs here."

"I don't think you have time to play with toys, Kennedy."

"Just trust me, ok? Condor One out."

A moment of silence followed, during which Y/N took another sip of the coffee. What an agent like Kennedy can do with a wooden toy is beyond him, but he has faith in his unorthodox methods.

"I never understood these villains' obsession with puzzles," Leon said suddenly as he struggled to rotate the wooden piece in front of the light to cast the shadow of an emblem on the near wall. This puzzle was crucial for him if he wanted to advance.

"Neither did I with world domination but here we are. I'm stuck in a chair and you're stuck matching colors and creating shadow animals."

"It's not an animal, it's the family's emblem. Get your facts straight."

Y/N let out a long exhale.

"Please tell me I wasn't stuck here for days just for you to get stuck at some childish game."

"Excuse me, but this kind of stuff requires a lot of precision and I can't quite finish in such conditions."

"I'm so sorry dear. Which troubles you most: the fact that you have an entire clan trying to kill you for stealing their research, or my bitching?"

"Right now, your bitching."

"Can't run away from that, sorry. You'll be stuck with it until you return, I'm afraid."

"Who says I wanted it to end?"

Y/N remained quiet. They didn't know how to respond.

That silence was soon disturbed by some gunshots. If Y/N was sleepy, those sudden sounds sure woke him for good.

"Leon!" They shouted through the microphone.

"Ah, shit! Can't talk right now, will call you later. Condor One out."

The communication ended, leaving them staring at the monitor.

Only an hour had passed but it felt like days. They waited anxiously for Leon to respond. Despite seeing him moving along the map, they still needed to hear his voice for confirmation.

"Condor One to Roost, do you copy?"

"Yes, I copy Leon."

"Good. I solved the puzzle just in time and was able to escape."

"That's good to hear. Are the files and sample still in your possession?"

"Yes. I'm in one piece too by the way."

"I had no worries that it would be otherwise."

"You have so much faith in me."

"I just trust your skills."

"Meaning you have faith in me and care about me. You just don't wanna admit it."

"Do I have to remind you that you're still on duty?"

Leon scoffed and ended the conversation.

They never understood Leon's attitude toward missions. He seemed carefree, sometimes making silly jokes with them and his enemies like his life wasn't in danger. They both share the exact same coping mechanism, which is so strange to them.

"You know, this situation takes me back," Leon said suddenly.

The agent was very talkative during this mission, which was strange because he wasn't talking strictly about the mission. It seemed that he wanted to talk with them, as if he missed them?

"Back to what?" they asked.

"Back to the training days." they heard a couple of gunshots after.

Reluctantly, they moved their hand to their thigh and rubbed it gently. No matter how gentle the touch was, it was still painful.

"How so?" they asked with bitterness in their voice.

"Well, first, I feel like a rookie. I don't know what I'm doing here, and it feels like the first time I've been in combat. And second, this guy I'm with is kinda bossy, and it reminds me of Krauser."

"...Krauser..." That name sent shivers down their spine because it was the same guy who trained them, and it was the same guy who was responsible for their accident. Well, not directly, as his training methods were very unethical and pushed them far beyond their limits.

Noticing that they remained silent, Leon began to feel a little guilty.

"Right, you got injured during his training...sorry." His voice dropped.

"No, it's fine. I'm way past that. And besides, I hated the idea of being a field agent. No offense."

"None taken."

"I like what I'm doing right now, so if you are done reminiscing, I'd advise you to focus on your mission."

“You’d make one helluva agent, you know that, right?” Leon said it genuinely.

“Thanks! Coming from you means something.”

“Oh don’t get all sentimental on me now, you’re gonna make me cry.”

The mission ended successfully as always.

They hurried to greet Leon. Despite not showing it, Y/N deeply cared about him. A slight hunch in their posture, aided by the cane they now heavily relied upon, gave you an air of weariness that matched their cynical demeanor perfectly.

Once they saw Leon they let out a sigh of relief, the weight of the mission finally lifting from their shoulders. Even if he looked perfectly fine, there was no way of telling if the mission affected him or not because he hid it well.

"Bastard..." they thought. His act of hiding his pain is contradictory to them because, by concealing his true emotions, he is presenting a facade that does not reflect his actual state of being, thus perceiving him as a hypocrite.

However, all of that anger was cast away when they and Leon made eye contact. His eyes instantly glimmered and his lips curved into a big smile. They stopped being so tensed as all that rush caused by adrenaline gave way to a moment of calm.

"Hey stranger, come here." He said softly, his voice filled with a mix of gratitude and affection as he pulled Y/N into a tight hug. "We make a great team, you know that?"

"I know, even if you annoy me sometimes." They couldn't help but smile genuinely.

Even if they broke the hug, they remained very close to one another. Y/N was so happy to see Leon alive, and he must've been happy to see Y/N too.

"You should get some sleep, tho." He said as he closed the gap between your bodies.

"Yeah, you too."

Leon reached out a hand and gently touched their cheek. It was a tender, unspoken acknowledgment of the bond they shared. And before they could react, he leaned in, capturing their lips in a lingering kiss.

At that moment, the weight of their frustrations and inhibitions melted away, replaced by a sense of warmth and connection. Perhaps, in the chaos of their lives, there was room for something more—a fragile yet undeniable love that had weathered the storm.

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FRUSTRATED. — HEADCANONS.

— after neglecting your needs for too long, you end up asking your riding partner for “help”.

↺ feat. johnny joestar, gyro zeppeli, diego brando x afab!reader ↺ cw/tws. smut — oral (recieving & giving), fingering, handjob, light teasing, blowjob lol, barely beta read (sorry) ↺ word count. 2k ↺ note. happy saturday, have this short thing? not gonna lie, i don’t even remember what the inspiration for this was. didn’t mean to write anything other than headcanons but i guess i couldn’t help myself. oh well! enjoy.

masterlist.

▸ it’s been two in a half months since the start of the steel ball run. you had met your riding partner(s) by chance during the third stage, coming to a mutual agreement of helping each other out.

▸ while being partnered up was nice, it helped quell the loneliness being out in the middle of foreign lands brought, it did little to soothe the tension building up within you.

▸ truth be told, it’s been a while since you’ve had time to yourself… with all the fighting and the holy corpse being tossed and dragged around like a game of tag, finding privacy was hard. sure, you could finish your business while your partner was sleeping but… shame would creep up and overtake you before anything could happen.

▸ it doesn't help the fact that because you’ve been stuck with them for so long, unspoken tension has been building up between the both of you. looks like your only option is to swallow your pride and ask for some help….

johnny joestar !

asking johnny….

▸ at first, johnny would just stare at you blankly, processing everything you just said to him. ‘they..they want me to touch em? just like that?’ not to mention gyro was literally a few feet a way and surely had heard the absurd question…. ‘which is probably why he walked away further…’

▸ when it all settles into johnny’s head, a cute dust of pink creeps up on johnny’s cheeks. he adverts his gaze down to the small fire in the middle of the ‘camp’ you three had set. deep down, johnny had no real problems with this.

▸ “you’re real crazy for askin’ me to touch you while gyro was in earshot, he’ll probably tease me for this in the mornin’ but… let’s take advantage of the fact he ain’t here”

one of the many things johnny had learned from his many experiences, was how to use his mouth. he’d been in bed with many women in the past for him to already have a clear picture of what could get you to tick.

and that’s exactly what he’s doing, with his head between your thighs, johnny looks up at your expecting eyes. he can see clear as day how much you want him, he had barely done a thing and your thighs were already trembling.

“you look so pretty, darling” he mutters loud enough for you to hear, once you advert your gaze johnny leans down to kiss your puffy clit. a cute gasp escapes your lips, eyes snapping right back to look at him.

“pay attention to me, okay?”

and that’s the only warning he gives you as he dives back down to press his warm tongue against your folds. your body automatically jolts at the sudden contact, then quickly melts under his touch as he begins to lick a stripe up your sensitive pussy before sucking on your clit.

your hand slaps over your mouth as you try your hardest to bite back any moan that would erupt from you, fearing that gyro might hear what the two of you were up to.

“mmn, don’t. let me hear you” johnny mumbles into you, continuing what he was doing but with more pressure. making sure that any attempts of silencing yourself become futile. ‘bastard’ he knows gyro’s going to tease you both for this in the morning; yet, he doesn’t care.

you nearly lost all composure when you felt a finger slip inside your entrance, curling it against your spongy walls. your eyes shut themselves tight as you tried to muffle a moan that rolled out your lips. you could barely contain yourself, hips bucking up into johnny. his fingers were long and slender, just barely reaching up just enough to hit a spot you loved.

peeking down, you could see johnny looking up at you, putting on a show of him licking at your swollen clit. fuck, he looked way to pretty down there, hair sticking to his face and his pretty plush lips, it was unfair.

gyro zeppeli !

asking gyro…

▸ much like johnny, gyro gives you a blank stare at first. but it’s mostly due to him being taken back, ‘so bold’ he’d think as his expression quickly morphs into one of mischief.

▸ “oh bambina, my sweet little angel, how could i have not realized you’ve been so neglected these past few days?” gyro would tease, pulling you close and trailing up your thigh. he’d watch as you nervously squirm and press your thighs together. ‘cute’. gyro would lean real close to your ear, pressing a quick kiss to your lobe before continuing his teasing.

▸ “tell me, how much do you want me to touch you?” his hands would stop right at the hem of your pants. gyro wouldn’t go any further until you admitted how many nights you spent wishing he’d just help relieve you of all your troubles… those big hands of his, touching you in all the right places.

▸ if you were shy on telling him, gyro would continue pressing kisses to your hot skin, making you feel like you’d burst due to all the contact he’s giving you. after going for so long without any sort of intimacy, you cant help but get all worked up over it; and he knew this too.

▸ when you finally tell him, gyro would merely laugh before setting you on his lap. as much as he wants to take you right then and there, he wants to savor this moment (to your dismay.)

gyro isn’t exactly when it started, when he started fantasizing about you. admittedly, the race had made him increasingly needy just like it had to you. back in his hometown in Naples, he would’ve given in by now and went seeking for the first pair of legs willing to open for him; sneaking around his strict father of course. but here, gyro couldn’t do that as much as he wanted to.

yet here he is, getting ready to do the exact thing he swore off from doing. shamefully, he must admit that he’s spent countless nights thinking about fucking you stupid. the idea of seeing drool dribble down your swollen lips, his dark lipstick smeared all over your chest all while he pounds into your wet sensitive pussy, drives him crazy.

and here you are, straddling his lap while grinding down onto him, trying your hardest to get off. your glossy eyes filled with lust and need, staring up at him while you bit back your soft mewls.

gyro had no clue as to what he must’ve done in a past life to earn this heavenly sight right in front of him.

“eager are we?” gyro hums, his hands squeezing down on the exposed flesh of your thighs. you were beautiful, and he didn’t know if his patience would last. he wants you now, more than anything.

“gyro…” you whine, tugging on his belt. he only chuckles before undoing it himself, letting you unzip and free him from his clothed restraints. you watch as his thick cock springs out, precum already leaking from his red tip. swallowing thickly, you can feel arousal beginning to pool between your thighs. you need him now..

gyro lets out a hiss when your hands begin to stroke him, putting his hand to the back of your head guiding you down to his lips. for a minute he lets you take control, letting your tongue invade his mouth. gyro’s hands move from your hips down to the hem of your skirt, pulling it up and ripping apart your tights, giving him access to your still clothed cunt.

impatience takes over you, sliding your panties to the side as you adjust yourself over him. mind clouded with the want and need to feel gyro’s thick cock inside of you. his tip rubs against your cunt, causing a soft moan to escape your lips.

gyro’s holds onto your hips with a firm grip, slowly pushing you down onto his length. you tried your hardest to silence the moan that threaten to escape you, already overwhelmed at how good he stretched you out, how good he felt inside of you.

“fuck, you’re so tight,” he mumbles, eyes shut tight as he fully takes in how good you feel around him.

“you wear me so well, look so good like this,” he hums, kissing your cheek

diego brando !

asking diego…

▸ diego gives you an expression that you can’t really read, it’s teetering between “lust” and “what the hell are you talking about”. regret is already washing over you, asking diego should’ve been the last thing you did. before you can scramble up a half assed excuse and go back to bed, diego interrupts your thoughts by patting the space next to him.

▸ “very well, come here.” he beckons you over. his expression is surprisingly soft, and his words don’t hold their usual haughtiness. crawling over to him, the familiar feeling of anxiety stirs within you. diego’s silent, unusually so.

▸ “I'm not just doing this for your sake, is that clear? i can see the mutual benefit of this so I'll indulge you, just this once.” of course. diego wasn't usually the type to make exchanges without having some sort of end goal in mind. ‘maybe he felt lonely too…’

▸ “but first, you’ll have to earn it.” the smugness in diego’s voice is back, he smirks at your confused face before you notice him pointing at the ground in front of him. ‘ah…of course.’

uncomfortably shifting on the ground, your knees were already aching the second you sat yourself in front of diego. asshole didn’t have the decency to give you any sort of cushioning.

“well, what’re you waiting for? get on with it.” diego huffs, his dick already half hard with a very clear bulge on his left thigh. you roll your eyes before reaching for his belt.

you could feel diego’s stare burning through you. you could easily tell in his mind he thought he held all the power, with his chest puffed out and a smug smirk plastered on his face; but you knew better than that.

from what you could tell, diego was the most needy one out of the two of you. from just one look you already knew how much diego wanted this, how much he longed to be touched in the same way you wanted.

you don’t need to look up at him to tell that he’s biting his lip with his eyebrows furrowed, giving the cutest expression unintentionally.

choosing to ignore the soft gasp that escapes diego when your hand lightly strokes his cock, or when your finger rubs against his too sensitive tip. diego’s trying his damn hardest to keep up his composure and act, you gotta respect that man a little for that.

but, you still wanted to tease him just a bit.

“diego,” you say, licking a slow stripe against his shaft, kissing his tip. you feel diego twitch ever so slightly when your tongue grazed past the hole, as well as hearing light curses under his breath.

looking up at him through your eyelashes, you keep eye contact as you begin to suck on his tip, tongue swirling around it before taking it in your mouth. by now, diegos had a cute tint of red on his cheeks. his breathing was unsteady and each time you pulled away to press kisses down his shaft, his patience ran thin just by a little.

“jesus, what did i tell you to do?! just get on with it already!” diego groans in annoyance, having half the mind to just push you down onto him and fuck your face right then and there. but he wanted to be nice today… let you set the pace. but he was beginning to regret that

“patience wasn’t always your strong suit” you tease.

truthfully, you were as well. which is why it didn’t take long for you to give into his demands. of course, giving into diego was the only choice you had, unless you wanted to deal with an extremely whiny and needy diego later.

©GYROIST

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