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[devilishcupid]

CARBON COPY | Miguel O'Hara

☆ premise: trying to find miles morales in earth-42, he encounters you. or at least, a version of you.

☆ pairing: miguel o'hara x fem!alt universe!reader

☆ warnings: across the spiderverse spoilers, pregnant!reader, clueless!reader, angst, hurt no comfort, miguel's pov, some swearing

☆ a/n: oh my god. across the spiderverse is literally a masterpiece. into the spiderverse already is, but the spiderverse team said, "we can do better." they didn't have to, but they did.

"Do you really think this is a good idea?" Jessica asked through the commlink. "This is risky, even by your standards."

"It doesn't matter. The quicker we find Miles, the quicker we get out of here." Miguel muttered into his earpiece as he walked through the busy streets of Earth-42's New York.

"Yes, but blending in? For all we know, a version of us exists here."

"Which is why you need to stop talking and start looking, Jess." Miguel hissed a little too loud, earning looks from a few passerbys. He winced. Jessica had a point. If a version of them did exist in this universe, it would be best not to bring attention to themselves.

"Miguel!"

And... that was now thrown out of the window. Cursing under his breath, he turned around reluctantly to face the person who called him—only to find that it was you.

His eyes widened, and his lips parted at the sight of you. Never in a million years did he expect to see her again. But here you were, the absolute spitting image of her. Your clothes were exactly the same things she would wear, your hair and makeup done the same way.

Finding different versions of people in different universes was not uncommon. There's literally a society uniting the different universes' own Spider-people, for God's sake. But Miguel didn't expect this. He didn't expect a carbon copy of his dead wife on a universe where Spider-Man did not exist.

He should've said he wasn't Miguel, that you were mistaking him for someone else. Hell, he shouldn't have stopped and turned around in the first place. He didn't know what came over him, but in a second, he had his arms wrapped around your body.

"Miguel, hon, are you okay?" You asked, your voice laced with surprise and concern. You had no clue that the man who was hugging you was not your husband. At least, not your husband in this universe.

Miguel grunted in response, his ability to string words together to form a sentence rendered broken by your presence. He squeezed you tighter. He couldn't believe he was holding you in his arms.

You weren't the same woman he fell in love with. He knows this. But he couldn't help himself. You looked exactly like her. Felt exactly like her. Sounded exactly like her. Shit, you even smelled like her.

"Damn it, Miguel, keep it together! She's not your wife!"

Hearing Jess' voice snapped Miguel out of his stupor. Remembering his mission, why he was there in the first place, he pulled away from you. He didn't want to. He wanted to hold you longer. But he knew that if he did, he wouldn't have been able to stop.

"Honey, what's wrong?" You asked, cupping his face in your hands. God, how he missed feeling the warmth of your palms. "You're acting weird."

"I'm fine, sweetheart." He gave you a small smile, his hands wrapping around yours and his lips pressing a kiss on each of your wrists. "I just missed you, that's all."

You laughed. "What are you talking about? You saw me this morning."

Miguel could only chuckle in an attempt to hide his sadness. What was only hours for you was months for him. "Right. I did."

"Are you sure you're okay, though?" You asked again, eyebrows furrowing and the corners of your lips downturned.

"Don't worry about it, darling. I am."

He wasn't. But you didn't need to know that. You didn't need to know that in another universe, the two of you were married. You didn't need to know that you had a daughter together. You didn't need to know that he loved you and your daughter more than life itself, only for him to lose you both.

"Listen, I have to go. I'm having lunch with a friend. But I'll see you later at Doctor Nguyen's, okay?" You placed your hands on your stomach, a smile forming on your face. "I can't wait to see her again."

Miguel swallowed the lump in his throat before forcing himself to smile. Only now he noticed the bump on your stomach, carrying a different Miguel's Gabriella. "Yeah, me too."

With a kiss goodbye on his cheek, you walked away, blissfully unaware that he was not your Miguel. He watched as you disappeared around the corner, knowing it was the first and last time he was ever going to see you again.

But that didn't matter. He'll find Miles. He'll make sure the canon isn't destroyed. He'll make sure another version of himself wouldn't have to suffer the loss of his family the same way he did. He'll make sure you and your kid were safe.

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[dwaekkicidal]

The Easy Way vs The Hard Way

˚ʚBang Chan x fem!Readerɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: I was thinking about brat taming the other day and I came to the conclusion that Chris has 2 different ways to tame a brat. So I procrastinated on my fics + assignments and wrote this :)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: ~1k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: fem!reader, largely based around Daddy kink, creampie (try to pee after sex pls <3), breeding mentions, Chris calls himself Daddy, 'good girl' used #2: kinda hard dom!chris, man handling, spanking

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: sorry not sorry that 'hard' is longer than 'easy' (are u surprised? have you SEEN my content?) and take this off of schedule because I hate letting things sit in my drafts for more than a day 😭 ALSO Sharing is Caring part 2 coming out later this week :3 (along with a Jisung request I got hehe <3)

DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

I think he has 2 ways of taming brats depending on what his mood is. So here's a little scenario to picture so that I can explain what I mean!

After a long day for the both of you, you guys indulge each other in a nice hour or 2 of foreplay before he finally fucks you. After you both finish, Chris pulls away to watch his cum drip out of you and you wiggle your hips to tease him. He slaps your ass playfully in response and teases you back by saying something along the lines of “Unless you’re trying to get bred tonight, I suggest you stop shaking your ass at me like that baby.” “As if you would complain about that. For somebody who calls himself ‘Daddy’ and says he ‘DoEsN’t MeAn It LiKe ThAt’, you sure as hell are trying to become one.” He originally laughs, but once he processes that you mocked him he rolls his eyes at you, “Just have to be a little brat? Maybe I didn’t fuck you thoroughly enough.” You scoff, crossing your arms and turning to look at him, “You think you do that anyways?”

So. How does theee Bang Christopher Chan deal with this?

‘Easy’ Way; aka “kill them with kindness”

“You think you do that anyways?”

He simply narrows his eyes at you, placing his hands on his hips, “Yeah?”

You proudly respond with an “Mhm." and stick your chin up.

He chuckles, stepping towards you and raising his hand to rest against your cheek, softly caressing the skin there. “But baby, you were just the one begging me to fuck you. Surely if I ‘never’ fucked you thoroughly enough, you wouldn’t be on your knees begging for my dick to be in you?”

You frown and he laughs in response, not giving you a chance to speak up before he continues. His free hand trails down your stomach and stops at your cunt, where he ghosts his fingers along your folds. You whimper and chew on your bottom lip, looking away from him shyly.

"And... Where did my good girl go? Hm? My pretty baby who listens soo well.” His fingers tease your hole before you’re filled with two of them. “My sweet doll who would never let her Daddy down like this.” His fingers double their efforts and the hand on your cheek slides a thumb into your puffy lips. "The good girl who doesn’t disrespect her Daddy like this… Where is she at?” Your breath suddenly becomes hectic and he can tell you’re getting close.

Between the bittersweet words and the eager movements against your pussy, you slip into another mindset all too easily. He smiles when you finally look at him with glossy eyes and respond in a small voice, "'M right here..." He tilts his head at you expectantly and you squirm in his hold before repeating yourself louder. "I'm right here Daddy.."

"Oh, hi baby. Is my good girl back now?" You nod desperately in response, tightening your hands into fists against his chest as you grip around his fingers. "And is she ready to behave?"

"Yes, Daddy. 'M sorry.."

"Shhh, it’s okay baby. Now be good and cum on my fingers, kay?"

Hard’ Way; aka “fuck around and find out”

“You think you do that anyways?”

His eyebrows furrow and his tongue drags against the inside of his cheek. “Yeah? You’re really gonna do this right now? Right after I was nice enough to let you cum?” You gulp but stand your ground, making a scene to roll your eyes and lean back against the headboard.

He sits there silently, trying to give you another chance to come to your senses to realize that you’re butt ass naked in front of him and at his mercy. When you instead cock your head sideways with a bunch of attitude, he sighs loudly. His hands suddenly grips your ankles and drags you towards him. Then you’re flipped into your stomach and he renters you with no warning.

Your jaw drops and you moan loudly in surprise. His hands take turns slamming down against your ass cheeks over and over, seemingly getting harder with each slap. He sighs contently at the way you cling tightly around him with each smack, and he only stops once your cheeks are beet red and you’re trembling below him.

He hums to himself and taps the flesh, making it burn more and watching as you shake. "Such a pretty thing with such pretty reactions.. If only you were a good plaything and shut that pretty mouth for once."

He watches as your head snaps back towards him for a moment, the angry face and tears running down your face only make him smile at you. You feel his hips drag away from you, painfully slowly, until only the first centimeter or two of his tip are in you. You're taking a deep breath trying to regain your composure when a hand grabs a tight grip of your hair and pulls you backwards, his hips slamming forward at the same time.

A choke leaves you at the suddenness but he wastes no time, using the leverage in your hair to hold you in place as he fucks into you roughly. The aftermath of your previous orgasm sneaks up on you and you feel another one building up in no time. You melt into the sheets at the feeling, shaking as you almost tip over from one of the faster orgasms you've experienced, but Chris proves himself to be faster.

In an instant he's pulling out completely and holding you down preemptively for when you start thrash and whine. He waits until you stop kicking your feet at him, a tell tale sign that the tightness in your stomach finally faded, then he all of the sudden plunges back into you. The slide against your walls is rough, but you can’t deny how well it’s breaking down your resolution.

He uses the hand in your hair to tilt your head up at him when he leans forward to tower over you. It's very uncomfortable but it gives him the advantage as his narrowed eyes bore directly into you. He eventually changes positions, not wanting to actually hurt you like that, and he uses the new one to bring you to another orgasm. One that he, of course, ruins immediately with no hesitation.

This happens multiple times across the next 2 hours, to the point where you lost count of how many orgasms slipped away. It's not until you're sobbing beneath him and no longer kicking at him with each ruined orgasm, that he's flipping you onto your back and leaning down to kiss your tears away.

"Are you done now, love? You ready to be my good girl again?"

Your arms wrap around his neck and your lower lip trembles as you nod. He smiles, petting your hair and cooing at you before returning to his previous pace fucking you.

"There we go..."

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[djcandiepaws]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ yandere! crossdresser hcs! ^_^

summary: headcanons for this guy cw: masturbation mention

post it notes: i've been conjuring up in my head after seeing yxami's post!! also this has been sitting in my drafts for like weeks...

yandere!crossdresser who has a little compartment in his room that has a little door, think of the coraline door, but instead of leading to another world its just a very cramped storage room. in the little room if you were to look on the front wall there are numerous photos of you, you taking stuff out of your locker, you jotting notes down in your notebook in your class, you drinking from the water fountain, etc.

yandere!crossdresser who everyday after school, when he's not spending time with you, he goes home and straight to his room to go to the little room. he either adds to his memento whether it'd be a polaroid photo or a lock of your hair, or just sits there admiring your photos and all of the stuff he's managed to take.

yandere!crossdresser who actually noticed during class that you're struggling to keep up with the teacher so obvs he couldnt pass up this chance to help you !!! when the class had ended and everyone was getting their stuff to go to their next class, he tapped your shoulder and let you take photos of his notes and told you if you ever need help with notes or study help just ask him!

when you first saw yandere!crossdresser you were stunned!! how is she real?? like she was almost eerily beautiful, like wayyy too perfect. how come you've never noticed her before? you told her eagerly. wait, she's a boy? the shock on your face was palpable. honestly for a minute you were kinda creeped out.. like wdym you're a boy,,, are you sure you're a boy?... but nonetheless you were thankful for his help!

yandere!crossdresser who eventually becomes your friend after always offering to help with your schoolwork. hes so sweet for offering, how could yall not become friends? he's always so affectionate, sweet, and kind and compassionate. how could you pass up this chance of having such a loving friend? its a dream come true if anything!

yandere!crossdresser who, when at your house for a sleepover, steals some of your belongings. you notice your drawing book is gone. maybe its misplaced? you're usually busy hanging out with him and doing schoolwork so genuinely it could've been misplaced after you haven't used it in a while. though, the stolen items get more and more suspicious. your digicam? "well i havent used it in a while so maybe i just misplaced that too." your favorite phone case? "ok, thats weird.. but maybe i left it in my closet shelves or something." your favorite pair of underwear? "ok, now THAT'S definitely weird."

yandere!crossdresser whom you confide in about the misplaced items and he convinces you its all in your head and they're definitely somewhere around the house. you just haven't found it yet. especially the underwear, you used it all the time when it was out of the wash. he just tells you, maybe the dryer ate it or something.

yandere!crossdresser who sometimes at sleepovers masturbates to your sleeping body. he's usually never this close to you and he can't really help himself!! being so close to you makes him so excited. especially that you feel comfortable enough around him to invite him to your house, let alone fall asleep near him? he's insanely flattered and very excited.

yandere!crossdresser who offers to dress you up when you come to his house! he loves dressing you up like a little barbie doll !! usually he just does your makeup and paints your nails and usually it never goes further than that but sometimes he dresses you up in frilly dresses, tights and underwear with lace on it, and cute puffy sleeves. you look like the sweetest little thing in them!!

yandere!crossdresser who threatens people that gets close to you. if you open up to him about a person you want to be friends with, or someone that is trying to be friends with you, he immediately shuts that shit down within the next like 3 days by threatening or spreading a rumor about you that deters them away from you. can you blame him though? he just wants you all to himself!!

[dolldeadprincess]

dress me up as your living doll!

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[cybermindz]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ contains. nsfw, suggestive : fem! reader, dom/sub dynamics, sub space, slight dirty talk, lots of spit, age gap (legal), usage of petnames, (baby, doll, princess, fawn, sweetheart). wc: 1.4k+

your older boyfriend shiu was shamelessly obsessed with that little mouth of yours and his fixation only grew deeper with each passing moment spent together. he couldn’t tear his gaze away, sometimes not even noticing that he’s just staring so damn hard—unable to resist the sweet lure of them drawing him in like a magnet. constantly captivated by their sensuality and softness. he would peer at them with an intense focus, as if trying to commit every detail to memory.

shiu loved the way they moved when you spoke, how they formed every word and each syllable. how pretty they looked with gloss and any color lipstick you’d coordinate with your outfits. or when you smiled shyly from feeling bashful at his constant gawking—he would find himself entranced at the curve of it, from the way they dig into your plump cheeks, his heart skipping a beat just from the sight.

and don't even get him started with the sensations that your mouth brought, always stoking a fire inside him that only you could quell. the way they mold so perfectly against his own was a maddening pleasure in itself. but around his cock? he just about crumbles from the warmth and tightness alone. he gets so lost in the bliss of touching, tasting, and seeing your lips in every which way he could.

much like now, he especially loved it during times like this—when a soft pout tugged on your sweet face because you missed him oh so much for being gone on his business trips. your tongue darting out to moisten that pillowy heaven as you anticipate what he may do.

“how’ve you been, sweet girl?” he asks as he looks you over, tilting your chin with his forefinger up to look you in the eyes. his own dark irises clouded with hunger, with craving, and need. it’s almost primal, and he’s making no effort to mask it. “you been okay, doll?”

his thumb moves and brushes against your bottom lip, running it over the skin before he pushes the pad of his thumb into your mouth making you hum a “mhmmm,” around the digit with a nod to your head. shiu lets out a low groan deep in his chest as you begin to suck his thumb, absolutely enthralled with watching the way you move with this sinful grace, so pretty.

he’s nearly hypnotized watching you look up at him so innocently, already slipping into that sweet headspace just from the simple act of seeing him again after weeks long apart. he missed this, seeing you completely and utterly at his mercy. submitting to him without question with your head all dizzy and a special glint in your eyes as he overwhelms your senses. from the smell of cigarettes clinging to his skin, his looming figure towering over you, and his disheveled tired look still clad in his work suit.

he pushes his thumb down against your tongue, just to see what you’d do. just to see how you’d react and test how far gone you are only to earn a little gratifying moan. he inhales sharply at your response before he's pulling his thumb out of your mouth and replacing it with his index and middle finger. now pressing the two digits in the cavern, keeping your wet muscle pinned down to ensure you from closing around it. he can feel the saliva coating his knuckles, and he shudders—cock twitching alive already in his slacks as his mind reels at imagining your mouth in other places.

“look at you, you're already droolin’. you been starvin for my fingers?” he coos, his other hand caressing the side of your face affectionately. his heart beats faster at the sound of your whimpers hitting his reddened ears, his own breathing becoming labored, “shh, shh, babydoll s’ okay. i’m here now, bet you missed me so much yeah? you're so cute baby.”

he removes the fingers in your mouth, watching as a thin trail of saliva follows and breaks off, landing on your chin before dripping onto the floor. "messy, dirty little princess." he chides, though it's almost more affectionate than anything. he brings his saliva-slick fingers up to his face, inhaling the scent of your spit on his fingers, and groans. he couldn't get enough of it. and, he wanted to taste it. he places it into his mouth, sucking on them unabashedly.

he hums at the flavor dancing on his tastebuds, eyes rolling shut as he cleans them off, relishing it with a loud grunt—always so shameless for you. he’d almost forgotten just how intoxicating it was, “still tastes so sweet.” he opens his eyes now half lidded and ravenous whilst removing his fingers from his mouth with a wet ‘pop!’ and stares down at you with a grin, licking his lips sensually. he's completely and utterly obsessed with your taste. addicted to it. he wanted nothing more than to taste you at the source, and not just on his fingers. he reaches out and cups your jaw, caressing your cheek.

"god, doll...have you been touching yourself while i was gone?" he nearly hisses at the thought, pulling you closer to himself, keeping you flushed against his chest. "have you been craving me?"

"y-yeah," you admit sheepishly, an embarrassed blush adorning your cheeks as your eyes dart away from his scrutinizing gaze, "didn't feel the same without you shiu."

"naughty baby girl." he scolds with a chastising tut. but there's a hint of satisfaction in his words. it makes him feel good, to know that you've been aching and craving him just as much as he was for you. his hands move to your hips, giving them a possessive squeeze. "i’m not even doing anything right now, and you're already this needy.”

leaning down, he buries his face in your neck, inhaling your floral scent deeply. he feels like he might get drunk off of it. "my poor needy fawn,” he croons, mouthing at the sensitive skin, before he's sucking at it.

"hnng– shiu i wan' a kiss."

“is that how you ask baby?” he murmurs against your skin before pulling away, feigning irritation with a raised brow at the way you whine.

"pretty please?"

god, how adorable you looked with those batting eyelashes. he’s almost tempted to just drop to his knees and worship you right then and there, his little doll. instead, he lets out a deep sigh, acting as if he were put-off or annoyed, even though he was quite the opposite—far from it actually. "gosh, you're such a spoiled princess. begging for my attention the minute i’m even close to you. what am i going to do with you, huh?"

you pout again and stand on your tippy toes in hopes to reach him. shit, that's cute. his heart stutters at the sight and he's tempted to give you everything you’ve ever desired but his eyes hardened as he gives you a command, a strong hand guiding the back of your head closer to his face, "come here, sweetheart. suck on my tongue." he’s looking down at you, waiting as you follow his command without question, with such obedience. "atta girl." he praises, and you haven't even done anything yet. but, just seeing your mouth about to get close to him—tasting him fully—it's enough to drive him insane.

he groans deeply as your lips wrap around and encase the wet muscle, looking up at him with such a cute expression. sensing you lick at the underside of his tongue makes him shudder, feeling as if he's about to melt into a puddle on the floor. with the way you suck on it, watching your head bob slowly, looking up at him with your wide, pretty eyes—it's almost too much for him. almost. he lets out a low growl, his face heating up at the view. it’s enough to make his cock throb uncomfortably, leaking pre against his briefs. his hand holding your head, tightens in your hair, tilting your head back even more.

“mhm that’s it pretty." he croaks out, before he pulls his tongue back into his mouth and gives you a lazy smirk, a mischievous look etched on his face. “now i’d give you proper kisses but…” he pushes you down by your shoulders until your knees hit the floor, and he can see the way you shiver as he does so. he takes in the sight of you, looking so breathtaking on your knees before him whilst he undoes his belt, ubuckling the clasp, and slowly, slowly pulls it out, as if to tease you. it comes undone with a metallic clinking and a ‘ssssss’, the leather sliding out of its loops. the action of him unbuttoning his slacks and zipping it down to palm at his hardened bulge makes you salivate even more, “you've been a bad girl, doll. touchin’ yourself without my permission. i’ll give you what you want, but you need’ta do this for me first.”

© 𝐂𝐘𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐙 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃. please do not plagiarize, translate, or repost any of my works.

[devilishcupid]

BROUGHT TO JUSTICE | Bruce Wayne

☆ premise: you knew you had to do something after the joker killed jason, even if bruce wouldn't be able to save you.

☆ pairing: bruce wayne x fem!wife!reader

☆ warnings: gore descriptions, hurt no comfort, angst, death depiction and mention

☆ a/n: been a while since i uploaded a fic on this account. so many drafts and i couldn't focus on finishing bc i kept going back and forth lol. anyways, forced myself to finish this bruce fic i've had since last year. didn't have a specific bruce in mind writing this, hope you enjoy!

'He was never going to stop. You did the right thing,' you told yourself. You spared Gotham of further terror at the hands of the psychopathic clown. He didn't deserve to live—not after he murdered the one you held most dear.

"What did you do?"

You snapped out of your trance-like state, looking up to find Bruce standing in front of you in his costume. Only now, you became aware of the cold metal of the crowbar in your hands. Only now, you became aware of the crimson blood that covered you from head to toe. Only now, you became aware of the lifeless body of the Joker lying at your feet.

"I only did what you couldn't do." You said as you dropped the crowbar, the sound of metal hitting concrete echoing in the abandoned warehouse you had lured the Joker into.

"Why... why did you do this?!" Bruce yelled, grabbing you by your shoulders, trying to process how you were able to commit something even he couldn't bring himself to do.

"Because you didn't save my Jason!" You spat at him, your salty tears mixing with the blood splattered on your face before dripping down your chin and onto the ground. "You didn't save our boy—"

"Do you really believe that's an excuse to take a life?!"

Your jaw clenched at his words—you couldn't believe Bruce was using his stupid code of honor to defend letting that good-for-nothing maniac live after what he did.

"He tortured your son to death, and you let him get away with it." You hissed, venom dripping from every word you said. "And it's not just Jason. He terrorized the citizens of Gotham for too long, and the only thing you ever did about it was put him in a damn asylum he'd eventually escape from."

Bruce's lips formed a thin line across his face, unable to give you a response. From the looks of it, you could tell he knew you were right—at least about the never-ending cycle of Joker escaping Arkham and the Batman putting him back in.

"You know why I couldn't kill him." He finally settled on.

You let out a throaty chuckle laced with disdain for the man in front of you, shaking your head at your husband's simplistic reply. "Well, it's a good thing you don't have to—not anymore, at least. I did all of this for you."

Before either of you could say anything else, blue and red lights pierced through the broken glass windows of the warehouse, and the sound of sirens got louder. You could hear the screeching of car breaks, followed by Commissioner Gordon's voice booming, "This is the GCPD, and we have you surrounded! Come out now!"

"You should go," you said, having already accepted your eventual arrest by the Gotham City Police Department the moment you had put your plan into action.

"I won't leave—"

"It will look bad if they see you here," you interrupted him. "Right now, you're not my husband. You're the Batman. Unless you want to be the one to turn me in, I suggest you go now."

Bruce stayed quiet, knowing he couldn't save you from your predicament. Everything that led up to the Joker's death all pointed to you. It was almost as if you wanted to get caught with how the clown's death mirrored Jason's; you didn't bother to cover up your tracks, either. They may not be as useful as they should be in this crime-ridden city, but the GCPD isn't incompetent enough to not connect the dots.

"Just go, Bruce. Please. I don't want you to see what happens next." You planted a lingering kiss on your husband's cheek—careful not to get any hint of evidence on his suit—before heading towards the warehouse entrance to face Commissioner Gordon and his men.

The squelching of entrails and blood beneath the soles of your shoes followed your every step as you inched towards the door. You gripped the rusty handle with a bloody hand, taking a deep breath. You heard the sound of rustling behind you and look back to find the Batman already gone.

If it wasn't for the wailing of the police sirens, you swore you would've been able to hear a pin drop from the shock Gordon and his people had when you stepped foot outside the warehouse.

You raised your hands in the air, showing the entire unit of police officers undeniable proof of what you'd done. Confusion contorted on some of the officers' faces while others lowered their weapons, all of them unable to wrap their head around how one of Gotham's most esteemed socialites ended up covered in blood from head to toe.

"Sir, what do we do?" You could hear Officer Montoya ask hesitantly to the GCPD's renowned commissioner.

"Arrest her."

Next thing you know, your face is pressed against the pebbly ground and cold, thin metal is wrapped around your wrists behind your back. From the corner of your eye, you could see the feet of officers walking past you and into the warehouse.

You're brought back on your feet and walked to the nearest police car. Before you're put inside, you hear one of the officers shout—

"Fucking hell, she killed the Joker!"

Once you're seated in the backseat, the car starts moving. The sounds of the engine and the sirens filling your ears, almost deafening. You look out of the window, and you spot the silhouette of the Batman atop of a building against the moon's bright light.

You couldn't help but smile a little to yourself. As much as you did it for yourself, you did it for him. Now, the Batman didn't have to worry about a psychotic clown terrorizing Gotham City.

[lachatalovematcha]

🌭🌈🖍 [前後左右見栄張って しまうのが常] 🍼🎀🎈(◡ ω ◡⁠)🎀🌈⁉️ [KISSをして]🎒⭐️⏝︶︶⏝︶︶⏝︶ ୨୧ 🌈🍦 🍼🎀🌈 📒🎀🧃[POJITIBU na OORA] ❗️❗️⭐️ 🎈⭐️🌈🖍️⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 🌈🎒‼️‼️🌟🍼🎀‼️🌈･ ｡ﾟ⭐️ (◡ ω ◡⁠)🎀 .. . ＞︿＜🌟🍓🎀🎀🌈🥕🌸🌟 ̣۫ ⊹⁠｡ ⁠｡ ⁠｡🍅⭐ [世界中]‼️⊹ ˚ 𝆹 🥬🎀🌈๑‧˚₊꒷︶🎀🌈︶꒷꒦⊹๑‧˚₊୧ 🍟🎀🌈‧

[iaminfamous]

Dabi x Girly! F! Reader

Hello! This is my first post on here, any/all constructive criticism is well appreciated! <3

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings ; nsfw, dom/sub dynamics, slight dubious consent, blowjobs, choking, outdoor sex, public sex

❝ Doll, you’re such a tease. ❞

His voice is so deep, makes you shiver. His grip in your hair is so tight, hurts so good. Dabi’s cock hits the back of your throat in a way that stings so great. You never imagined that this is what you’d be doing—stuck in a pretty pink short skirt, tits hanging out as he forces his cock past glossy lips.

The cold brick of the school’s walls hit your naked back, and tears hit those pretty, shining eyes of yours. Eyes that stare up at him with desperation. Eyes that he can’t get enough of. So needy, so pathetic as blue streaks fall and begin to dry on your blushing cheeks.

Never before had he seen such a beautiful girl. He knew he had to have you from the very first sight. See, Dabi was addicted to you—watched you every day, and jerked off to you every night. And today.. fuck, today, he just broke.

It’s not his fault you came into school wearing the most slutty outfit. A skirt that hardly hid any of that perfect ass. Fuck, he couldn’t wait any longer. So, the moment you were caught alone, rough hands gripped your wrist and pinned you against the nearest wall.

He imagined how he’d take you—fuck you all night for hours, break you open for him, listen to you scream his name. He wanted to tear you apart, force your body to only know his cock; nobody else’s. It’s too bad that Dabi isn’t necessarily known for his patience, because now he has you sucking him off behind the school.

Your mouth feels so good around his cock, though. So good he can’t regret this decision whatsoever. Squirming, and those dainty hands gripping his thighs for dear life. Mascara running with the tears, and his cock can’t help but twitch in your throat as the two of you make eye contact. “Fuck, Princess.” He groans.

“Mmmh!” His cock hits the back of your throat, nose deep in his pubic hair, and you slap his thighs. It’s hard to breathe, and you’re suffocating. Is this how you die? The way you choke and gargle around his base is so painful, but you can’t stop yourself from enjoying it.

His fingers pinch your nose as his cock stays unmoving in the deepest depths of your mouth. You can’t breathe, tears spilling, and you sob around his cock. Heart racing, and your head becoming light—mind hazy, almost blank around his cock.

And, finally, he lets you breathe again. Doesn’t give you time to catch up on it, though. You’re left hyperventilating around his cock. You have little energy to suck on it, but he keeps your head bobbing with the grip in your hair.

Your eyes roll back, legs shaking as slickness begins coating your pink panties, acrylic nails digging into Dabi’s thighs. Tongue rolling out and lapping up as much of his cock as you can, despite the large size. He removes his cock for just a moment, slapping your face with it. Moans, “Shiiiit, such a whore.”

“Dabi—“ You whimper out, and his eyes glow a bright blue. His cock is back in your throat, fucking it well and good, thrusting at a rapid pace. Hearing that sweet innocent voice murmur his name just.. holy shit. He can’t get enough of you.

It doesn’t take much longer before he’s cumming. Groaning, head slamming against the wall above you, and hot spurts deep down your sore throat. You take what you can, whining around his cock as your mouth is coated white. He fucks you through the orgasm, moaning out your name lewdly.

As he pulls out, cum dribbles out of your mouth, and you cough it out onto the ground. Tits hanging, and a puddle of his cum in front of you. Your fingers wrap around your throat, glossy eyes, before finally looking up at him. His eyes are slanted, dark as he says, “I’m going to ruin you.”

And you can’t wait.

[yandere-wishes]

HAPPY ACOLYTE DAY!! To those who celebrate!!

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Imagine...

Play fighting over food with Qimir. Yes, he's a big scary Sith lord...but he's also just a dude.

Him lying on top of you on the couch trying to bite your cookie as you keep it out of reach. Sure he can use the force...but then the moment will be over. And he wants to keep you like this, smiling and under him, for as long as possible.

You writhe beneath him, fragile giggle caught in your throat. "Master~" you whine. Still trying to guard your precious snack. Your voice always holds such a gentle, melodic lilt. Sweet,docile maliable.

He reaches for the cookie again, teeth grasping the baked dough, chipping off a piece before it's pulled away once more. "No Qimir, No" Force why did he have to choose you as his acolyte? Why did you have to chew his heart with star-sharp teeth?

It doesn't matter that he loves you. That he'd burn star systems for your love. The two of you are star crossed in they your ancestors always have been.

doomed doomed doomed.

For now, he'll dub it a privilege to be killed at your hand. 'Kiss me before my final breath'. He prays ferociously. A will he intrusts to the force.

You turn suddenly, hair sprawled across the velvet cushions. You kiss the bulge of his biceps, tracing your lips across the nebula of veins. Kissing your captivation, like it's salvation. He sings out a low moan.

Childish little girl.

He wonders if he means every word as an insult or praise.

Qimir can't help himself. He freckles your chubby cheeks with empyrean kisses. Inhaling your sweet perfume.

Nuclear novas and roses before rain.

Good, he thinks. He's molded you just right.

There is childlike persistence in your gaze. Calculating the stars between his soul. You finally lower the cookie, holding it between taut lips. "Oh, I see". He leans down once more, chewing on sharp edges, munching through soft chocolate chips until...

Until you break it off down the middle. Stuffing the larger, broken crater into your mouth." Well then..." he laughs, feigning annoyance.

His lips on yours. Sweet, sweet, sweet. conquer, that is the way of the sith. To ravage and consume. Longing for a world were they can be free once more. "Take and consume. That is our way. We must conquer that which we desire." His lesson falls only partially on deaf ears. You're too enraptured with the way your master's lips move against yours. The sweet citrus and herb taste of his tongue gliding sinfully inside your mouth.

You look up at him with eyes that harbor galaxies and he'd do anything to pluck each star from your eyes and consume it's ichore. Sucking until they turn dark, on the brink of explosion. As much as he'd love for you to be decile. You are, first and foremost, his pupil. The one he must raise into sith ways, preparing the next piece in a grand scheme.

But for now, in this chocolate chip and red velvet moment. You are simply his little doll. Kissing pretty against his lips as he traces constellations across your hips. His. His. His

His precious little acolyte.

[yanderederee]

OnStage

ෆ Kuran Yotsurugi x reader ෆ

a/n: replacing y/n with yan/yannchan; I think it’s a cute alternative ~ please love kuran with me with this idea I’ve had in mind to write since day ONE♡

I was told reader has the same energy as Maxine from X(2022) … do with that as you will lol

part 2 in progress (?)~

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Blinking a few times to properly adjust the contact lenses you’d just put in, you watched the blurry vision of yourself in the mirror slowly turn into a clear image. Beautifully dolled up with lash extensions and not a strand of hair out of place. You’d had to admit, you looked immaculate.

Adjusting the last final touches of your lip liner and the thin straps of your outfit, you gave the duel image of yourself a wink and a mocking kiss before skipping toward the exit of the dressing room.

It was difficult to recall exactly how long you’d been working under the Yotsurugi, but due to your late father leaving behind such a massive debt, it fell to you to pay off the rest.

It wasn’t as heartbreaking as it sounded; adulthood wasn’t exactly as glamorous as you had imagined it would be, after graduating school. Finding work was hard— hard enough that even your own father with an already established career had to even lean upon the Yotsurugi family for financial support to help get by.

When he’d finally kicked the bucket, an accident that was surely his fault anyway, loan sharks from Ikebukuro became adamant on receiving their fair compensation. Obviously having nothing else to give them, you meekly offered to pay the debt off fairly, with good-old-fashion labor.

Luckily, the boss of the Yotsurugi’s Ikebukuro branch had been lurking behind, in case there had been any fall out. Having taken a good long look at you, he agreed to your offer with a weak wave to follow them.

It became clear you weren’t the only one who had been caught in this type of situation. While it was obvious the Yotsurugi were a big deal in the crime syndicate, they were evidently merciful. You heard from a few other girls working along side you that Kongo Yotsurugi had advocating for fair debt repayment with no interest. You were lucky it was them, and not some other shady loan-sharks who would kill you to settle the score.

And just as mercifully, you’d been offered a few different occupational options on how you could work yourself to freedom; dishwashing, waitressing, stage cleaner… but nothing payed quite as good as stripping.

It was your own choice to take the job. And even though you knew in the back of your mind it wasn’t really your choice, you were happy.

There was a joy; a rush of excitement and endorphins that made you absolutely shine on stage. The roaring cheers, the glittering lights and dancing rain of money every night truly made you feel alive.

You weren’t sure how much longer it would take to pay off your debt, but you couldn’t help wishing it would never end.

Having lost yourself in the pleasure of dancing once again, your chest heaved with deep breaths, heart beating a million times per minute. You smiled so wide, giggling to yourself when finally meeting eyes with some of your regular visitors. They were so happy to see you. And the feeling made you soar.

Waving a cutesy goodbye and a final shake of your ass to the roaring crowd, you skipped back behind the stage and accepted the water handed to you by another girl.

“You were amazing again today yanchan ~”

“I know right, she’s like a fairy with the way she spins around the pole! I’m so jealous~” another girl squealed, hugging you tightly and spinning you around.

“Aww thanks babes! Good luck out there Aya!”

You kissed the girl on her cheek before sending her off.

Over the course of your stay, you had made many close friends with the girls you worked with. Some came and went, but you always got along well with them all, and all the new girls came to view you as a big sister of sorts.

No matter how you got into this line of work, or how disgusting others may call you and your friends, you were living a life where you were finally happy. You felt fulfilled in the work you did, the people you worked with, the bed you slept in, and the food you ate. You never wanted for anything more.

Life was actually good.

Robing yourself in a cute short skirt and a puffy jacket, you came out to the VIP floor to order a quick drink before your next dance.

“Leeeeo~ drink pleeasse!~” you sang upon your arrival. The bar keeper looked your way, your cute display earning you a side smirk and a chuckle. “Even’in Yan. Good show just now, looking as brilliant as ever.” He complimented before picking through the liquor in front of him to conquer up your favorite weekday drink.

“I’d say,” added in a chuckling older gentleman sitting just a few seats over from where you sat. “Haven’t gotten this worked up by a dance like that before.”

You smiled at his sideways compliment, and lifted your newly gifted glass to the man. “Im happy you enjoyed it sir~ I hope to see you for my next dance.” You winked, and began scooting off the stool. Before your feet met the ground, the man had successfully grabbed your hand to stop you.

“Don’t bother, I know what you’ve got girl. And I like it. I’ll be sure to compensate you for all the money you’ll lose out on by skipping your next stage show. Come dance for me in a private room, won’t ya?” He looked down at you with a suggestive gaze. It wasn’t like he was bad looking, older men had their charm, especially the ones who frequented this night club.

But you weren’t interested in private dances. The glory of the job was the high you got from being on stage, not the money you got from it.

You smiled politely, confidently snaking your hand to play with his fingers, before sliding them out of his grasp. “Thanks for the offer baby, but I’m booked~ throw me a band on stage and I might indulge you in a drink and conversation once I’m done, ‘kay?~”

The gentleman narrowed his eyes, and toed down the stool, grabbing onto your forearm this time. “Not interested in seeing the same thing over and over again. Only way you’re getting my money is in a private room, catch me girly?” He grew closer, despite your trying to pull away. “I got lots of it. Enough to buy you out, if you please me well. Promise.~” he slurred in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

Behind the bar, your bartender had already pressed the bouncer alert, acting cool. Clubs like these had rules—strict ones, after all.

You glared at the persistent man, loosing your gleeful attitude. “Not interested. I recommend taking that hand off me, ‘nless you wanna lose it, baby.” You spat sweetly back in his ear. The closeness sent shivers down his spine, but not with fear. He smirked at the excitement, thinking it was some kind of game. “I’ll take my chances.”

He tried pulling you with him, but before he has the chance to move a foot, a man with white hair and vibrant tattoos blocked the way. You immediately felt safe, heart pounding at the sight of your boss; Kuran Yotsurugi.

“Kuran!~” you sang happily, yanking yourself free from the older man, and hopped to hide behind your shirtless boss. “Sir didn’t wanna take no for an answer~” you pouted, but seemingly unphased, otherwise.

“And what was he asking?” He asked in monotone. “Wanted a ‘private dance’. Was giving me fuck-me eyes too… Made me feel grosss.” You answered, watching as the expression of the older man sink into fear.

“It wasn’t like that! She’s lying!” He groaned, trying to play it off as a misunderstanding. “Dancers these days are so full of themselv—-“ he began to ramble, before Kuran landed a solid right hook to the guest’s jaw. “Fact of the matter is you made one of my girls uncomfortable. That’s reason enough for me to kick you out.” Kuran squatted down to meet the man eye to eye.

“My girl said she said no, so the answer’s no. Simple. Understand?” He asked slowly, coming in close to make sure he was heard.

The man gulped, holding his face before nodding hurriedly. “I’ll be more careful in the future.” He accepted.

Kuran nodded back, and slapped the man on the back of the head before standing up. “You’re out. Don’t come back for a week. Make sure you learn your lesson, ‘n maybe then I’ll let you back in.”

Once all was said and gone, you giggled, clinging onto Karan’s arm. “Boss always comes to save the day~” you acknowledged, nuzzling your cheek against his shoulder before he sighs. He patted your head roughly, and pushed you off with barely any force. “Just maintaining the order ‘round here. Would’a done it for any of the other girls too.” He huffed. You nodded, perching into a bar stool again.

“I know~ that’s what makes me love my boss sooo much after all. He’s always so considerate and protective of us~ A hero, a man among men!” You rambled in praise, making a few of the other girls who came upon witnessing the scuffle giggle. “We all appreciate your hard work in keeping this club a safe place for us to work.” You sealed your long winded praise, and finished off the drink you ordered just minutes ago.

The other girls began to fawn in a similar fashion, thanking Kuran for his ruthless display of protection.

He clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes at your rallied attention, and began walking away. “Shut up and get back to work.”

Despite his standoffish demeanor, you and everyone else knew just how good of a guy Kuran was, and aimed to please him however you could.

Your smile softened as you watched him walk off, yearning for the chance to truly express your gratitude, or the developing feelings of love you’d felt for him ever since he gave you this beautiful new life.

Blowing a kiss to him behind his back, you hopped off the stool, and skipped back behind stage to ready yourself for the final dance of the night.

[slut4sugu]

PRETTY BABY ! — SUNA RINTARO X FEM!BLACK READER

[ʚ 🍓ɞ] summary: you attempted to treat your boyfriend by making him cum his brains out, little did you know that bet would soon fall through [ʚ 🍓ɞ] including + warnings: blowjobs, overstimulation, sub!suna x Dom!reader to soft!Dom suna x sub!reader, slight ass slapping, degradation and praise, use of the nicknames: doll, pretty girl, pretty, baby, whore, suna being whipped for reader, mentions of dumbifaction and squirting, mentions of hickeys [ʚ 🍓ɞ] genre: suggestion to smut

Kinktober Masterlist . Trust-Issues : Drake

YOU LOOKED UP AT YOUR BOYFRIEND WITH PLEADING EYES; “Cmon rinny! You literally never let me even try to top you.” You whined, which made suna laugh in response. “Yeah because I know that your just gonna beg me to fuck you once you get tired.” The raven said confidently, his gaze never leaving from his phone. Scoffing you challenge him. “Okay fine, if you really think that I’m that easy then let’s bet on it.” Suna’s eyes finally meet yours, now curious about what bet your trying to make. Knowing full well he intends for you to loose it. Leaning up on your knees you took the phone out of his hand, throwing it into a pile of clothes on your floor. Then crawling from your spot on the bed over to suna before sitting in his lap, crossing your arms behind his neck. “Now here’s the deal, since you think you a sex god or sum shit-“ “Never said that.” “Shut up rin.” You hated now his handsome smirk made your heart race, even after seeing it a hundred times. “-If I top you tonight and I make you cum from doing all the work-?” You lean in close to his ear, purposely grinding a little when you do so, “I get to do whatever I want to you for the rest of the night.” You stated, your pretty voice smooth yet firm. The smell of your strawberry shampoo body wash & lotion flooding nose as you came close, sunas senses starting to give into your natural charm. A groan left his lips as he felt you grind on his bulge through his sweats. “What’s in it for me pretty? Hm?” The feeling of his cold hands, going up under your baggy tee and holding your waist sending shivers down your spine. “Whatever you want. I’m not loosing this rin.” You say confidently as you sat straight up now. Your eyes studying your boyfriends features, as were his. “Alright fine then doll. But don’t whine when i win.” His green eyes flickered from your plump lips to your chocolate eyes, you smirked, “Oh baby, I won’t be whining for shit. You’ll be begging me to stop.”

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That’s how you ended up in between your boyfriends legs, teasingly licking fat stripes up the underside of his dick. Purposely slowing down when you would get to that one sensitive spot on his shaft, causing a string of curses to leave sunas lips. “Fuuckk doll.” His head thrown back all pretty on your pillows, the sight of this alone making your pussy clench around nothing. “You’re so pretty rinny.” You tease, letting out a giggle when you see the tip of his ears turn pink. “S-shut up.” A smile tugging at your lips as you kissed the pretty pink tip of your boyfriends cock, giggling once more when you saw his thighs shake from your peripheral vision. “Stop messing around and just- shit!” He damn near whimpered when he felt your mouth welcome his dick inside, you wasted no time as you took him inside inch by inch disappearing in your throat. You gagged a little once you reached the base, but you were determined to deepthroat him. The sound of his groans and pleas were too sweet to miss. “You feel so good doll, fuckkk.” His eyes were squeezed shut as he felt you start bobbing up and down, you had only deepthroated him once before this a couple of months ago and it’s safe to say he missed being in your throat. You hummed around the base of his cock, the feeling of his hand coming down and grabbing a fistful of your braids pushing you down slightly made you moan, his other grabbing the sheets tightly causing his knuckles to turn white.

Finally opening his eyes, he saw you looking up at him with your pretty doe eyes. Hearts forming in them just for him, as they bored into his. “God you’re so fuckin cute like this, sucking me so-” A pornographic moan erupted from suna’s throat as you flattened your tongue and quickened your pace. Shooting him a look that said, “shut up or I’ll make you.’ Despite your wetness soaking your panties, though it was his fault. His precum tasted almost sweet yet salty on your tongue, and the occasional thrust into your mouth had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Sounds of your drooling on his dick and moans/groans filled the room, your core grew unbelievably needy while you sucked his dick. You itched for the feeling of being stuffed full by his shaft as you sucked, further growing more horny by the second. His dick twitched into your mouth as he grew louder, “Baby shiiit, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t fuck-!” Words fell deaf on his tongue as the coil in his stomach began to unravel faster by the second. Finally unraveling when he saw your pretty eyes practically beg for him to cum. whimpering slightly as his seed flooded your mouth. Drinking up all of it you hummed with content, while suna was catching his breath.

Your mouth left his tip with a pop sound, licking your lips you smiled at the mess that laid there before you. Grinning as you saw his flushed face, “Aw baby, are you tired?” You teased, your saccharine voice, your hips, your thighs, your pretty acrylics (with his initials on them), your f/c faux locs driving the brunette insane. You were a perfect angel, a sexy, cute, beautiful angel that just made him cum in your mouth. So when he felt your soft hand cup his cheek and press a sweet kiss to his lips, who was he to say no? He Kissed you back before pulling away and saying, “Hell no, give me all you got pretty girl.”

As the night progressed you saw a different side of your boyfriend, a needy yet sweet side. He would yearn for more kisses from you and your touch, almost whining when you would rather leave hickeys on him rather than have his tongue down your throat. The male beneath you grunts when your teased the head of his cock with your entrance, lubing it with his pre cum and your slick that has collected from making out with suna. Your boyfriend’s big palms find their way to your thighs to finally have you hover over his dick, making the blockers pretty pink tip slowly push against your hole and it’s way inside. His neediness clearly visible in his eyes as he tries to push you down on his throbbing cock. “Rin what are you- ah.” Even after being split open on your boyfriends dick numerous times the pleasure never ceases to feel like the first time all over again. The familiar delicious stretch you would feel as his veiny shaft filled you up so nicely. You gripped his shoulders for support as your eyes rolled back, your mouth agape as you finally gave in to your desires. Sucking in a breath rintaro felt your tight velvety walls suck him in impossibly deeper, “Fuck the bet you feel too fucking good right now.” You were going to object but the feeling you’ve been missing all night made you forget about the stupid bet, you could top him another day.

The raven softly starts to buck his hips up into yours without warning, causing soft moans to slip past your lips. “Rinny wait- your too *slap* fuck!” You grew tighter as you suddenly felt the pleasure and pain of suna slapping your rear. One hand now gripping your waist the other squeezing the fat of your ass. “I said fuck *thrust* the challenge didn’t I? So stop whining like baby when you know damn well you’re a whore for getting fucked dumb.” Sunas voice was stern yet so damn hot you gripped his cock tighter just from feeling his hot breath on the shell of your ear as he degraded you. Letting out a string of curses he chuckled, “And the fact that you actually thought that you were gonna ‘have me begging for you to stop.’ is almost fucking cute.” You hid your face in his neck, a slight pout on your pink glossed lips. “Shut up.” You mumbled, “just wanted to see if I could make you feel as good as you make me.”

“That’s what this was all about? Damn your dumb.” You rolled your eyes and sucked your teeth before nibbling purposefully on the sensitive vein on his neck, erecting a soft moan from your boyfriend. “What are you gonna do about it then? Fuck me dumb?” You asked mockingly in a sweet voice, you always were such a brat but you never seemed to learn your lesson. So when rintaro's eyes shined with that look of lust and hidden intent you already knew what time it was, “Yeah pretty much .”

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That’s how you ended up face first into the mattress, your ass in the air as you got fucked into the pillows. Mewling, as your body writhed with pleasure. You always said that, ‘s too big rinny!’ or ‘slow down!’ and yet, he knew you could take it. You've done it many times before. That’s why he reached further into the space you had created to bunch up the back of your shirt and used it as leverage as though he were pulling your hair to pummel into you faster and deeper. Your ass rhythmically pounded on his pelvis, sending a lewd ringing through your own ears as it echoed off the bedroom walls. Something about this lewd position you were in mixed with the feeling of Suna’s cock hitting those sweet spots inside of you, egging you on more than usual. Your high getting close and he could feel it.

“G’na cum pretty?” He grunted as his other hands squeezed your hip, his blunt nails digging into your flesh. His moans were heavenly, a sound you always loved to hear, as your walls fluttered around him. His pace grew relentless, barely giving you time to breathe or even think as he forced your hips to fuck back onto him, drawing a helpless gasp or delighted moan from your pretty lips with each thrust. You began to shake in his hold, your breath coming out in hot pants as your end grew near. Your voice reaching a higher pitch, your pink nails digging into the bed, your brown skin marked up with hickeys and love bites.. you looked like a work of art. “Please rinny hah please, wanna fuck cum..!” You could barely get the words out as he fucked you within an inch of your life.

“Y’gunna cream around my cock? Make a pretty mess on f’me baby?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Came your loud, unapologetic sounds of unfiltered, pornographic babbles of sheer bliss.

Neither of you could hold back anymore. Suna spilled rope after rope of his hot, sticky seed into your abused cunt while your pretty folds creamed around his shaft. Blissed panting, filled the air around you. Only couple seconds pass before your boyfriend continues his unwavering attack on your pussy, your once loosened grip on the sheets now tightened again as you let out confused babbles and whines into the pillows. “Don’t hah, act so surprised I said i was going to fuck you dumb. And I meant it.” Following this statement suna sent harsh slaps to your ass, causing yelps and moans to fill the walls of the bedroom. His eyes now low as he gripped the sides of your hips and was almost entranced by how your ass was starting to grow red from his hits. “All of this thrust. for me baby? Hm?” The deep thrusts inside your sensitive cunt drove you insane, your brain started to turn to mush as the sound of skin slapping further started to drive you to your next climax. All you could do was nod as you felt the coil in your stomach begin to unravel again, if your face wasn’t stuffed in the pillows at the time you would’ve came from the sight of Sunas abs glistening with sweat and loose strands of hair stuck to his forehead, and that goddamn sexy smirk that was plastered on his handsome face.

With a swift motion, the blocker thrusted his hips forward, driving his bulging cock deeper into you, aching against every inch of your inner walls. the sensation was both pleasurable and torturous, that left you convulsing and twitching with pleasure as you came for the second time around his shaft. Coating his cock with more of your essence mixed with his cum. “God your so pretty like this-” Leaning down he kissed your shoulder blade, before leaving another hickey. This time behind your ear, a dark purple spot forming in seconds. “-all messy and tired. But I bet you still want more right?” You hummed softly in response despite your body being unable to move, “Heh, good because I wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon, now be a good pretty little doll and squirt on my dick this time kay?”

[coffe-book-club]

˚ʚ vintage doll ♡ a much needed thread ɞ˚

♡ ˚₊  tom kaulitz, 2009 (twenty years)

guitarist and part-time womanizer (that's what his friends say) in his free time he loves going to strip clubs with his friends and smoking.

tom is hot, cool and he know that... oh he knows that. he always had dealings with a lot of girls, but never took them seriously. because as he says “i just want love for one night”

if he could he would marry his black audi A8, it's his little girl. when he drives he also talks to his beloved car.

nice fuckboy.

♡ ˚₊  y/n s/n, 2009 (twenty years)

she attends the university of educational sciences, to become a future kindergarten teacher. intern in a summer center for pre-adolescent children and teenagers.

eternal romantic. she loves everything vintage, under those cute clothes and that big heart she also has big tits and she love classical dance. she only listens to old french songs, it's her obsession.

she's so sweet and kind that unfortunately sometimes people make fun of her, but she's not stupid or naive at all.

♡ ˚₊ but they fuck? yes! yes! just fuck yes!

she got the chubbiest and cutest pussy ever and it's tom's most favorite thing. he'll have her on all fours with her chest on the bed and ass high in the air and her hands will come back to grip her ass cheeks and hold it apart to show off her pretty holes and tom is extremely addicted to it.

tom always has one hand on her breast, always.

♡ ˚₊ are they dating? yes - no. yes?

they act like it. nothing is official, no one is more confused than georg. like what the fuck... they don't date?! but they hitting it?! it does not make sense!

it's more complicated than it seems they beat around that topic but are extremely loyal, one with the other. like tom still messes around with other girls but doesn't fuck them? and she doesn't even notice other men, her eyes are only for tom and especially for his cock.

their mantra? mine and only mine.

hii 🍜 how are you? unfortunately, as i already imagined, this week was very stressful and i had a lot of anxiety and because of my worries and agitation, yesterday i had failed an exam (it was a very bad feeling, because i had never failed before yesterday 😥) let's hope for april. xoxo flo.

[djcandiepaws]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ yandere! toymaker x doll!reader

summary: the morning after last night cw: manipulation/influence i think

post it notes: this is a re-write as the original pt 2 i made was a dumpster fire

Last night was by far the worst day of your life.

You had your heart and kneecaps broken by the one you thought was someone who protects and teaches you. All because you wanted to leave the house. You just wanted to explore the outside. You had seen recordings of what it looks like through the TV he occasionally lets you watch; it looks beautiful. Long brown trunks of trees that are tailored with green oval shapes that they call leaves. Green thin lines come from the ground, and some are decorated with color and beauty, which they call flowers.

Also, it wasn't like you actually could leave the house. The door was triple locked, and you didn't have the keys, let alone ever seen them, so it's not like you could've gotten up and left.

"Good morning." You hear a voice say beside you. You really didn't want to open your eyes; if you open them, you'll see him again. You really don't want to. How can you ever look at him, let alone think of him the same again? Just a slap or a stern scolding would've sufficed, right? He said he did it because he didn't want to lose you, but there could've been some other way to tell you he didn't want you to go outside. Nonetheless, you decide to open your eyes because what if he does something like that again because you aren't listening?

Your eyes flutter open and you don't want to cry but just gazing upon him is enough to make your eyes pool with tears.

"Hey, don't cry." He immediately tries to hug you, but instinctively you push him off. "I'm sorry about what I did yesterday, but you have to understand my perspective. You would've left me. If you were to leave me, I would be nothing without you." He cups your cheeks and kisses you in between his words, "I love you so, so much. I was just acting on impulse, I swear." Still, you don't budge. You don't even open your mouth to talk, because you won't. You don't want to talk to him, you don't want to see his face. You just want to sleep and cry.

Eventually his hands fall from your face. "I understand if you're still upset at me. Do your knees still hurt?" Obviously they do. Instead of just opening your mouth to eventually say something sassy, you just settle with nodding.

Remorse starts to set in in the toymaker's brain. Through his eyes, you look so lifeless. You haven't talked so far; you just nod or shake your head. You push away from his touch and sometimes flinch when he gets too close. You weren't like this just 2 days ago. Honestly, it breaks his heart to see you like this.

"I love you, and I hope you understand that I don't do things like that without a reason. I know that I hurt you, but I was doing it out of fear and love." He gets up from the side of your bed and starts walking to your bedroom door, "I'll let you have a day to yourself, but please, think about forgiving." He leaves and closes the door.

You try to think about forgiveness since he said he did it out of love, but couldn't there have been another way? You do try to think about it but just end up crying in bed almost the whole day. You honestly don't know if you'll ever forgive him.

[devilishcupid]

❝ BARBA & CARISI, DILFS AT LAW. ❞

the way i want to be in between them so badly.

[lachatalovematcha]

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