#(Rest TBA)

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

shadows of affection masterlist ! ♡ (ongoing !)

synopsis : orphaned at a young age, katsuki knows nothing but endless violence and the feeling of his bruised and bloody knuckles. until he gets taken in by a mob boss and is tasked to become his daughter's bodyguard..

chapter 0 : top-ultra-super-ultra-secret-mission.

chapter 1 : the loser in the seat next to you.

chapter 2 : it's fine if you don't know.

[nanamineedstherapy]

💀 JJK MASTERLIST | CRACK, ANGST & UNHINGED CHAOS 💀

📌If you like corporate angst, questionable power dynamics, toxic love triangles, and men being menaces, congrats—you’re in the right place. 🖤💀

💌 ABOUT MY CATS 💌

🐾 My Cats with Flowers 👩‍💻 Angsty Nanago Glazers Community - A support group for those of us who believe Nanago makes more sense than Satosugu. Go argue with a wall.

🔥 HEADCANONS & UNSOLICITED OPINIONS 🔥

📜 JJK Controversial Opinion: The Anti-Sugar Baby Manifesto 📜 [Tumblr/Ao3]

👔 Nanami Kento - Swearing Headcanon 👔 [Tumblr]

📖 LONG FICS & SERIES 📖

🥂 Third Wheeling Your Own Marriage 🥂 [Tumblr/Ao3] - Ongoing

Nanami Kento x F!Non-Sorceress CEO Reader x Gojo Satoru

📖 Summary: You should be overjoyed that Gojo Satoru & Nanami Kento are your husbands. But you feel your skin crawl as you become the third wheel in your own marriage.

🥩 Mouth to Meat 🥩 [Tumblr/Ao3] - Completed

Cannibal Yakuza Ryomen Sukuna x [Retracted] F!Reader

📖 Summary: Dr. Y/N L/N is tasked with profiling Ryomen Sukuna, a feared yakuza boss known for his violent tendencies and taste for human flesh. Through a series of therapy sessions, she gains his trust—or so it seems. But Sukuna isn’t the only predator in the room. Behind Y/N’s professional demeanor hides a secret far darker than even Sukuna’s sins. When the masks drop, it’s clear: monsters don’t always look like him.

📚 To Love & To Ruin 📚 [Tumblr/Ao3] - Ongoing

Teacher!Geto Suguru Vs Nanago (Nanami Kento x Gojo Satoru)

📖 Summary: Suguru finds himself entangled in a web of his own making, unsure whether he’s trying to fix what he broke or just ruin what Gojo has built. Meanwhile, Nanako and Mimiko’s meddling could have consequences none of them are ready for. Also, Sukuna’s getting sealed in Shibuya!

😂 CRACK COCAINE ONE-SHOTS 😂

🐯 Ooga Booga Battle Royale 🐯 [Tumblr/Ao3]

F!Reader x Pre-Historic Neanderthal JJK daddies (Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Zenin Toji & Ryomen Sukuna)

📖 Summary: Prehistoric, period-accurate Neanderthal JJK daddies fighting over you? With grunts, rocks, & zero verbal communication? Say less.

🐈 Send Gojo? No. Send Nanami? Also No, But Less No. 🐈 [Tumblr/Ao3]

Tsukumo Yuki x F!Reader x Ieiri Shoko - Pre-established but Nanami Kento & Gojo Satoru are also here.

📖 Summary: In which Nanami gets emotionally & physically taxed, Gojo should never be left unsupervised, & Shoko, Yuki, & you hold an unholy amount of power over them both. or What if you, Shoko & Yuki, are in a poly relationship & somehow all your cycles sync? How much are we torturing Nanami???

🤰 Help! I'm a Woman & I Got My Two Male Boyfriends Pregnant 🤰 [Tumblr/Ao3]

Gojo Satoru x F!Reader x Ryomen Sukuna

📖 Summary: You got Gojo Satoru & Ryomen Sukuna pregnant. Now they’re spiraling, thinking you’re going to leave them. Send Mother Mary.

🍗 The Gojo & Geto KFC Breakup: A Reenactment 🍗 [Tumblr/Ao3]

📖 Summary: The JJK gang reenacts the KFC breakup in their own deranged ways.

🌸 Fluffy Oneshots🌸

💋 Bubble Butt Problems 💋 [Tumblr/Ao3]

Nanami Kento X GN!Reader X Gojo Satoru

📖 Summary: Nanami Kento has a problem, you & your wandering hands!

🦇 Smudges & Giggles 🦇 [Tumblr/Ao3]

Trueform!Ryomen Sukuna x GN!VampireReader

📖 Summary: Vampire you comes home drunk to Ryomen Sukuna, who's trying his best to get the makeup off your face while you try to become a menace incarnate.

🍷 Sips of Solitude 🍷 [Tumblr/Ao3]

Nanami Kento x Gojo Satoru or lovingly Nanago/Gonana

📖 Summary: Satoru Gojo, the invincible sorcerer, faces an unexpected challenge on his birthday: loneliness. But when he ropes Nanami Kento into a night of drinking, things take a hilarious turn. From awkward sips to questionable drinks, watch Gojo navigate the perils of birthday surprises and hangovers, all while discovering the true meaning of friendship in the unlikeliest of places.

🖤 Angsty Oneshots 🖤

🔪 We had a taste & now we can't leave you 🔪 [Tumblr/Ao3]

Gojo Satoru x GN!Reader x Nanami Kento

📖 Summary: A night of reckless attraction leads to obsession as two dangerous men, Gojo Satoru & Nanami Kento, refuse to let you go. What begins as a fleeting connection spirals into a dark, inescapable reality where freedom no longer exists.

🥶 Love, Death & Robots 🥶 [Tumblr/Ao3]

JJK Men x Home Appliances Edition

📖 Summary: Ryomen Sukuna = Double-door Fridge, Gojo Satoru = Condensor, Nanami Kento = Microwave, Fushiguru Toji = Dishwasher, Kashimo Hajime = Stovetop Burner, Geto Suguru = Ice Cream Maker, and Kenjaku = Blender.

🌼 His Chrysanthemums 🌼 [Tumblr/Ao3]

Widowed!Fushiguro Toji x GN!Reader

📖 Summary: Grief lingers like a shadow, following even the strongest hearts. Toji’s world was shattered, and though time moved forward, he remained anchored to the memory of what he’d lost. A new presence offers a chance to heal, but unseen and unheard, someone fights to return to him, defying the laws of life & death.

🌊 I lost you when I lost me 🌊 [Tumblr/Ao3]

📖 Summary: You never wanted to say it. You never wanted him to know. But when the truth comes out—when the realization hits—there’s no escaping the devastation that follows.

👁️ In Shadows of His Heart 👁️ Watching Megumi fall in love with someone else 👁️ [Tumblr/Ao3]

Fushiguro Megumi x Unrequited GN!Reader

📖 Summary: I watched him from the shadows, from across hallways and rooftops, through laughter and heartache. Over the years, Megumi Fushiguro became the center of a world he’d never know he created within me. My words stayed locked away, my feelings buried, while he found comfort in another’s arms. And still, I remain—close enough to share his silence, yet forever worlds apart from the piece of him I can never reach.

🤫 Silent Whispers 🤫 [Tumblr/Ao3]

Inumaki Toge x F!Reader

📖 Summary: Toge's speech may be limited, but his emotions are not. On his birthday, you both deepen a connection that is quiet yet unbreakable.

🚨 Through Tears & Determination 🚨 [Tumblr/Ao3]

Lovely Runner meets Nanami Kento

📖 Summary: Imagine being an obsessed Lovely Runner fangirl, but instead of saving your bias, you’re in Shibuya trying to keep Nanami alive. Good luck.

🔥 Smutty Oneshots 🔥

🤓 The Symphony of Spite 🤓 [Tumblr/Ao3]

Ryomen Sukuna x GN!Therapist Reader x Nanami Kento Crybaby!Gojo Satoru x ..... (he's after one of your manz)

📖 Summary: No summary. You can read at your own risk. Because I don't even know what a good summary for this would be. Also Crybaby!Gojo getting backshots from his Yandere. Toji, Hiromi, Shoko, Kusakabe, Ijichi, Ino, Suguru, & Haibara are also here for reasons. Comes with a chart to understand everything better.

💎 Velvet Sin & Clandestine Vows 💎 [Tumblr/Ao3]

Nanami Kento x Billionaire F!Reader (Also, Gojo Satoru is there)

📖 Summary: Nanami at a bougie party? Weird. Nanami getting dragged into a bathroom with a mysterious woman? Even weirder. Let the scandal begin.

📬 ASK BOX STATUS: OPEN 📬

💌 Requests are open! I love writing angst, dark content, & crack humor fluff. Feel free to send ideas or prompts!

🔥 Not yet good with smut, though, as I'm still new to this.

🚫 No incest or grooming requests, but murder & genocide? Fine. Hahahaha.

🦂 Tag yourself: Are you Nanami’s kazoo, Gojo’s corporate incompetence, or Haibara’s obsession?

🕷️ Tell me which fic made you lose brain cells in the best way.

🕸️ Argue with me about ships in the comments—I dare you.

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[tetrangel]

style meme ft. mizuki

[narumakiii]

" no, I won't hear of it. you need to get some rest. " though steady and soft-spoken, the sand shinobi's tone is firm -- that of a leader having the final say. he's using his kazekage voice. // a winter bug prompt for nardo from gaara

winter bug . / @cptnslog ( not aceepingt anymore )

the surprise visit has been rather spontaneous the work & efforts after the war exhausting most days. tedious, irritating & violent on others. it all depended on what kind of occurence they had to deal with. naturally the blond was A PROMINENT FIGURE in the force that upheld the new allied shinobi forces. he wasn't in the forefront, talking to the masses as much as Kakashi-Sensei had wanted / hoped for he was more of a shadow that kept everyone going. naruto has changed undoubtedly ; a more serious nature now his own as he stepped through the gate of suna gakure.

he was in DIRE NEED of a break time with a friend who did not look at him with those horrible pedestal putting eyes. just somebody he could always rely on to be honest & normal around him. that being said, naruto genuinely LOVED spending time with gaara. something though felt horribly wrong, kurama making a snarling noise in their shared mind space. feeling a cough escape lips, body felt sluggish / hues burning from unwanted exhaustion.

feeling gaara's chakra signature close by, then right next to him the uzumaki quickly put on a BRAVE FACE . but before the blond could even say anything, gaara spoke up. the kazekage knew naruto all too well at this point & has seen him in such a state a few times.

❛  you're scaringly good at this , 'ttebayo .  ❜ he mumbled softly, not even protesting his friends orders.

[disturbnot]

work is dead quiet. time to get paid for chiselling at a wip. when i tell you i want to lodge him into a trash compactor and turn him into a rubiks cube.

[godstrayed]

From Faust ( @corxner ) to Will Graham [SoulmatesAU ] — “if seeing colors is the reason you avoid me like the plague, I can borrow you my sunglasses, you know. Would that make you more comfortable?”

　There is something fundamentally flawed and deeply wrong about Will Graham. If not the odd and peculiar way his mind worked—something off-centered and skewed towards the grotesque; something that made him suspended in isolation, so naturally it made sense to him and everyone around him that he didn’t have a soulmate. He had never questioned it. Not even when the prime age of finding one’s soulmate long since passed him by. He didn’t have one. He couldn’t. Not with his mind the way it was.

You can imagine his reaction when the world around him erupts in color. First a vibrant startling red —— poetically and rightfully the color of blood, of life, and of how his world was now aflame. He had made his peace with solitude so he didn’t welcome any of the following colors to sprout and burst into life alongside the crimson of Faust’s glasses. He hated it, truthfully; as it had no explanation and made absolutely no sense. Will had zero capacity to have a soulmate and even less desire. He wasn’t just uncomfortable but horrified. It was the rudest of awakenings.

And it was unfair for Faust. He deserved someone not so broken, someone far more capable.

His tongue dances on the roof of his mouth to catch and swallow back his immediate and harsh no. Will’s eyes fluttered and he tenses. Nothing would really aid in making this easier. Maybe when the shock has worn off he could try to reason with it. Two very oddly wired brains finding one another might seem romantic to some but for Will? It’s just unsettlingly unexpected.

“It’s not that——the colors, they’re harsh but not horrible.” They often gave him a headache. The harsh color when he was so used to monochrome. Like Faust had literally become a sun that painted vibrancy into his life. Unwelcomed. “I just was under the assumption that… I didn’t have a soulmate. That I’d be alone. It’s extremely rare and unheard of it to reach my age without finding one. So, I made my peace. And now? I don’t really know how to undo that.”

[moved--naitfall]

ooc. I really wanna be here but I have lots of work. I'll do my best though! Tomorrow I'll certainly be here! Don't be confused, I'm always on the dash though

[usagimen]

                                               @dweomerr   : 🌿🍒  from lei !!!

                    The gardens remain the same, she envisioned it plenty of times, the wisteria tree that droplets a curtain of violet. A never ending sea of flora, the very air is stained with the smell of roses, frostbitten - they won’t return till the sun begins to arise. Friends, the Kobayashi family always coos, the more alliances the better. She knew it to be deception, a clever ploy concocted in haste, sugar is easier to swallow than the very poison they would feed their enemies. Beauteous figures that could not be true, a figment of the confine of one’s wildest dreams, in garments of yellow && hues of red, they move in synch entertaining the likes. Nobles would never know the true intent of their kind smiles && coy remarks, to dig deep within the cavern of their hearts, then eat the appendage without a shred of mercy. The petite ghost moves, creeping through the lacquered halls of stain glass, a goblet in hand as her nose wrinkles. “How many times have you been whisked away to dance?” she inquires, back straight, shoulders at ease - regal, poised to strike if she must. A plethora of plenty, never to want or desire, lest it be forbidden she would sarcastically remark. There was no lyre within her hand, neither lute, violin, or any other beloved instrument that caused her to sing with utmost joy. Hands that rest upon the hem of velvet black, abyssal as it glimmers in a sea of silver, humanly in facade she finds it odd.

           Though, their blood beloved in posing as nothing more than waif-like beings, slender && graceful, who danced or clapped to the rhythm of the music each bard would entertain. She wondered how they would tire one day, stripping away this false sense of humanity, but another mask to be worn, a persona to adorn, lest the public understand there was nothing more precious to an assassin than secrecy. “Nothing truly changes, long before I left the city, it remained the same - none were the wiser to who we are, what we become, or what love dwells within our hearts. That was our strength but, perhaps I am becoming too soft in my passage of time, or this wiggler in our minds is starting to make me sentimental” she smirks, half hazard, lazy && cat-like. She wants to believe it is the wine that sparks a fire within her stomach, the clambering of laughter && hands that move together, it’s melancholic in her mind. A dreadfully dull bard, she thinks, always mournful.

           “You should visit again when the Spring arrives, the gardens are far more beautiful” an abundance of life that she wonders would be possible to see? The unwinding journey that bestows them with hardship is full of uncertainty, yet, made her fearless amongst a den of vipers where she once trembled. There’s a pause as she leans against the entrance, sudden whispers && sharp grins, then, her eyes direct upwards - a snicker escaping. “Oh, now that’s clever” sing-song in her voice, she suddenly reaches forth, taking the other’s hand into her own. “Excuse me, love, this will only be a second” it comes quickly, a gust of electricity that smells like orange blossoms, vanilla && molten sugar. Crimson, a lady that twirls in the decadence of pastels cloaks herself in night amongst wolves. There, a flash of infernal green, was it her sharp fangs && claws that show? Peaking behind the illusion of flesh she giggles into the kiss before pulling away. Though, her grasp never lets go, “My dear ~” saccharine sweet, Nightingale coos delightfully. Her hand twirls to motion a circular movement, spin, she urges. 

                                    “Come, you’ll be my dance partner && I am unwilling to share! Don’t fret, I’ll try to go easy on you”  

// yule festivities! (accepting.)

[elftwink]

update on my terrible scene dilemma from yesterday i wrote it, it was less than 200 words its eons better than anything longer ive attempted to write for that scene and i was right and you literally cant tell it from any other scene in the fic. note to self if you ever think "omg this is so boring but i HAVE to write it" literally no you don't. consider writing "and then [boring thing] happened" instead

[invictarre-archive]

the leon/dani chocolate box we've all been waiting for <333

[4allout]

𝟺𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚄𝚃   is   an   independent   multimuse   blog   for   various video game characters, loved by thea. writer is 21+ so 18+ only, minors dni. sideblog to/follows back from @shevaults.

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[ghostedbunnie]

trouble comes in fours; simon's ver

you are trying to scare off your ex and who better to send him running than a masked burly guy you've met at a bar and who bulldozed his way into your bed.

simon riley x fem!reader nsfw, minors do not interact!! warnings: dub-con (drinking), fingering (fem!receiving), car sex, exhibitionism, oral (fem!receiving), doggy style, creampie, manhandling

prologue // other versions (TBA)

Everything that happened after Johnny invited you over (which really meant he pulled you by the hand before you could back out) was a blur. You found yourself sandwiched between the masked guy and the pretty boy who introduced himself as Johnny, speaking with a sexy, thick Scottish accent. You couldn't help but steal glances at the masked guy. He said nothing, merely dipped his chin in greeting and met your gaze with an unnerving stare.

From this close-up, you noticed parts of his blonde buzzcut where he had nicked himself with the razor. He had done it himself without a mirror, resulting in some slightly uneven spots. On someone else, this might make them appear unkempt, but for this giant of a man, it seemed just right—almost endearing.

Everything about him screams danger. His thigh is pressed against yours, and you're already sweating because he and Johnny feel like walking furnaces. When you try to pull off your hoodie, the alcohol courses through you, and your head spins. As you finally manage to take the garment off, you accidentally grab onto something solid and hard for support. Too late, you realize that your hand has latched onto the blond's muscular thigh. You immediately let go, as if you’ve been burned by the touch.

You almost swear you hear him snort under his mask. When he finally speaks, your thighs clench. “I think it’s time for you to head home, doll. Come.”

It sounds as if he is talking to a dog, and you feel a sense of indignation rising within you. "I'm not a dog to give orders to. Besides, I don't even know your name."

He rolls his eyes at you. "Simon. That better now?"

"Not really. How do I know you're not some serial killer?" That gets some laughs out of the rest of the table.

He leans down closer to your ear, and you can almost sense the smirk in his voice when he says, "You don't. It adds to the thrill." It could be the alcohol coursing through your veins or the way his voice, with its rough British accent, sends shivers down your spine, but you find yourself agreeing. In some twisted way, it does add to it.

You discover that Simon doesn’t actually drink; the beverage you saw in front of him was just plain water. When he drives you home, he looks absolutely ridiculous in your small car, taking up all the space. He grumbles about your seat being so close to the steering wheel. When you ask him how the other guys are getting home, he simply replies, “They’ll walk,” along with a shrug of his broad shoulders.

He doesn't touch the radio, and you're too nervous to reach for it. You soon realize that he's not much of a conversationalist. He only answers your questions but never offers any additional information that would prompt you to ask more. After you've exhausted all possible conversation starters, all you can do is sit and look out the window. You swear you see him chuckle at your fidgeting whenever the silence becomes oppressive. As you finally arrive home, you can hardly wait to bolt out of the car. The tension is so thick that you need some fresh air to breathe properly, trying to push away thoughts of the consequences of your actions.

Before you can act on those thoughts, a heavy hand grips the back of your neck. "You think too loud. Stop it." A retort dies in your throat as you're pulled into him so quickly that your head spins. You barely register him removing his mask; you can’t even enjoy the fact that his face is finally visible. He latches onto you with the hunger of a man starved, kissing you deeply and urging you to stick out your tongue more.

Just by kissing him, you can feel the scar running through his lips. There's another scar, one that you noticed before, that runs through his eyebrow. When he finally pulls away for a moment, you see that his nose was definitely broken at some point, and he never bothered to get it fixed. You can't help but wonder what it would feel like to sit on his face.

Unceremoniously, he pulls you over the center console and onto his lap, which causes you to squeal in surprise. He doesn’t even bat an eye as he manhandles you into position, making you think about how your ex couldn't even carry two bags of groceries without complaining about the weight.

Something must have revealed your train of thought, or perhaps it was simply the fact that you were still lost in your thoughts, because Simon growls in response. You can feel the sound reverberating through your hands, which rest on his impressive pecs.

"Stop. Thinking." Every word is punctuated by a grind of his hips. To his great amusement, your mind goes blank immediately.

He guides your hands to his zipper straining under his hard-on. "What if someone sees?"

He only replies with "They'll get a hell of a show then." before he drags the pads of his fingers over the wet patch on your panties underneath your skirt that has already ridden up to your hips. He pulls the crotch of your panties to the side and pushes up to a knuckle, wasting no time and making you cling to him for dear life. After he adds another and starts hitting all the spots that make you whimper into his thick neck, he chuckles. It sounds a little mean but it still shoots right to your pussy anyway. "Finally shut that brain of yours up, doll."

He pulls up your shirt with his free hand and drags the cups of your bra up as well before sucking a nipple into his mouth. In reaction you push further into him, making him hum. He ends up alternating between bites to the side of your tits and sucking angry red marks into your collarbones and neck. Every part of you will be sore tomorrow but that's something you'll deal with later.

He lets you ride his fingers, scratching at his back and shoulders, fisting his hoodie and when you finally let go and the orgasm makes your eyes roll back into your head, he pulls you back into him for a kiss. It's messy, all teeth and tongue. When he pulls back there is a string of saliva connecting you two and if your mind wasn't currently wiped by the mind-blowing orgasm you would be embarrassed by the pornographic imagery. Simon forces you to look at him, his big, rough fingers holding up your chin to make you meet his gaze. You finally see the color of his eyes: brown, with pupils dilated wide. "We're nowhere near done," he says.

Simon is a whirlwind; he makes decisions, and you find yourself following them as if they were orders. He doesn’t wait for an invitation; instead, he stands behind you, his chest against your back, providing support as your legs feel like jelly. The drinks you had are wearing off now.

When you take too long to get out of your shoes, Simon tosses you over his shoulder. "You're taking too damn long," he says. You give him directions to your bedroom, and before long, you're dropped onto the sheets. You’re about to call him a caveman for his methods, but the sight of him pulling off his hoodie, revealing he’s not wearing anything underneath, leaves you speechless.

His skin is pale, but you can still see angry-looking scars on his torso and arms. Some of them resemble cigarette burns, while others look like bullet wounds that didn't heal properly. All of that should make you reconsider the kind of danger you’ve just invited into your bed, but as your gaze wanders lower, following his blond happy trail, you find yourself unable to think about the consequences.One of his hands is tattooed up to his elbow, and you can't really tell the design in the low light but it only adds to his appeal. Something possesses you to act, you end up reaching for his zipper before he can and he only gives you a wolfish grin before you pull him out.

He's not wearing any underwear. Your mouth dries up at the sight of him. That's never going to fit. Only after hearing him laugh did you realize that you had said that out loud. He was already hovering above you, caging you in against the sheets. "We'll make it fit."

Your skirt and shirt with your bra soon follow his pants and are lost to the shadows of your bedroom floor. Your eyes are drawn to his dick, you can't help it. He's big and thick you can already imagine the stretch, there's a vein on the underside that makes you wanna follow it with your tongue all the way to the top to catch the pre-cum already gathered there but he doesn't let you. Instead, he drags you to the edge of the bed and throws your legs over his shoulders. You almost want to argue that you hadn't showered, it's been a long day, and he doesn't have to do this but one look at the intense stare makes you swallow all of that down. You don't want to mention that you've never had anyone go down on you before. Your ex-boyfriend wasn't one to reciprocate.

There is no time to think about how miserable your sex life might have been. A bite to the inside of your thigh serves as a warning, both to stop thinking and not close your legs. In your defense, you didn't even realize you were doing it. His eyes are almost unnervingly focused on you before he dives in. He's always been a bit of a messy eater; the sounds he makes in the back of his throat are nothing short of animalistic. If you weren't shaking from his ministrations, you might think he's enjoying himself even more than you are.

He only moves a bit to lock eyes with you and tell you how sweet you are, juices dripping down his stubbled jaw. "Come on now, gotta make sure you're ready f'r me, doll." He alternates fucking you on his tongue and sucking on your clit, fingers digging into the fat of your thighs to keep them open for him. He's only barely controlling his strength so you know there will be bruises on your hips and thighs tomorrow but you can't bring yourself to care especially not this close to another orgasm. He can feel you twitching, getting closer and closer. There's a second of fear that he'll stop but he doesn't. Instead, he adds a finger and pushes on that one spot that made you see stars. That was all it took to wring the second orgasm of the night out of you.

Boneless, you let go of the sheets you were gripping. You only get a second of rest before he's repositioning you on the bed again; it would be infuriating if you could actually move properly.

He presses you into the mattress with his body, his scarred lips brushing next to your ear. "This will be a rough ride for you, don't say I didn't warn you." that's all you get before he bullies the ruddy head of his cock inside of you. You have half a mind to pull away but his weight keeps you in place, when he finally bottoms out there are tears in the corner of your eyes from the stretch, he only drops a few open-mouthed kisses to your shoulders before he rises to his knees and pulls your ass to him.

Everything after that is a blur, you're going crazy from the echo of the slapping of skin against skin, and your arms gave out on you midway so all you can do is scrunch the sheets in your hands and moan out his name like a prayer, to slow down? To go faster? You don't know. If he set out to make sure you can't think he achieved it. Your brain is fuzzy, your legs are shaking and a knot is unwinding in your lower stomach again. It's all too much and not enough at the same time. One of his hands finds your clit and it's over for you. "Come f'r me, doll. That's it." You can hear him hiss from the way you tighten around him as you come. He doubles down chasing his own orgasm now, balls slapping against your pussy even harder. There is a split second of clarity that he didn't use a condom (even though you are on a pill) but as soon as the thought registers he's filling you up with a groan before again squishing you underneath him, cock still lodged deep inside you, keeping his spend from leaking out. When you try to move from underneath him, he only chuckles before his hands find your tits and knead them, making you moan. It will be a long night for you. You've invited a ghost into your bed, and now you must deal with the consequences.

The picture you took with a large black shadow looming over you in the mirror, with a tattooed hand resting on your neck, might help you get rid of your ex who keeps creeping on your social media posts.

[disturbnot]

 " Know the best thing about feelin' directionless?   S'that you could go anywhere from there. "

[declermont]

tags.

[aestherin]

— I CAN SEE YOU ⊹₊⟡⋆

scaramouche x f!reader social media au

SUMMARY — you’ve been stanning scaramouche, a soloist, since before you can even remember. with the thinking that “he is out of your reach” and “we live in different worlds” already ingrained on your mind, just what are the odds that he already happens to be one of your stan account mutuals?

status: on-going | taglist: closed

genres: social media au, celebrity au, modern au, crack, fluff, a sprinkle of angst (?), hidden identities

extras: playlist — [click here] 🤍 (still a wip tho hehe)

author's notes:

3rd smau hello???

privacy (my ayato smau) spinoff !! scara will finally have his own story after 2? 3? years ToT

updates may be inconsistent, i don't have a posting schedule :>

again, idk what i'm doing haha

english is not my first language so expect grammatical and typographical errors (bear with me please :"D)

will contain swearing

ılıılıılıılıılı FEATURED ARTISTS. ---- sky.

----- scara.

TRACKLIST. ılıılıılıılıılı

intro (prologue): being a scara stan

track 01: him again ▸ track 02: make me track 03: not in public ▸ track 04: three months track 05: our little secret ▸ track 06: nda track 07: we need progress ▸ track 08: rose-colored track 09: tba ▸ track 10: tba track 11: tba ▸ track 12: tba

outro (epilogue): tba

TAGLIST I (closed; 50/50) @kararisa @aries-afk @aetherialcrafter @jamieexistss @lordbugs @aerisellesuchi @adres-tia @luvlockettt @kinichval @miiltrix @suzueuieeeee @automaticpatroltragedy @ahirusstuff @kyuki07 @kunikuni1819 @hungryreadingaddict @deariroha @rosieyama @slayzzz @tired-jaz @mellowberrie @kyouzki @riabriyn @ravenbc @lalalaloveallmydays @moonlitreveri3 @skyoverkill1 @xiaomainlmao @phoenix-eclipses @yomishen @anemosmybeloved @iaraluvs @kunikuzushiit @lockandkeys @yoursockstinks @idkwhattoputasmyusernme @d1gital-data @shyentsmissingink @liuaneee @najaemism @mywillt0live @aswiftiechildofapollo @toekissers @meigalaxy @nishiriks @executeher @verafunny @gl00muraaii @lily-isalittlegirl @just-a-hopeless-romantic

TAGLIST II (closed; 50/50) (can't mention bc tumblr limits 50 mentions per post :'( but rest assured you guys are added ^^)

@franaby @shrimplyasleep @scaraenthusiast1 @kyon-cherri @kunikissr @withnners @audristarzz @heusalettle @mayarisan @eternallykira-143 @cindywasneverhere @meowrenapurrdo @itsjustmillie @flowzel @ohmyfinggod @zuhahearts @scarasbaby @euphoraia @yotraumainthebuilding @pinkismyfavcolor @dazqa @jym-jazzily @usagiarchive @ddivilove @jinjjjia @axquella @qt-yhuji @jayzioxx @nishislcve @neuviloved @sayayy @ttalgi @crucnhice @vi0let-writes @ilovwfurina @meiudoll @theblueblub @featuredtofu @samyayaya @xianamin @aubriellamarie @b-bbytears @cl0udii-m00n @potteraep @dreamyy @cutiecupiid @liyahbug @atlatcaheart @akarisuzuk1 @saechiro

TAGLIST III (closed; 50/50)

@pglt19 @mochipls @3cst4syy @yuukigyatgyat @anqelkoz @fuyuscafe @knuiui @lun4rchive @reivelmin @amurotoorudesu @chiesnupi @karma-gisa @nomnom21 @sammybeefangirls @ddurandals @hotgirlshit5 @jenlickedem @lunavixia @dksfl920 @angelkazusstuff @eonsadr1ft @scaraswifeey @unhinged-atrocities @xxrexx @tiedsuccubus @enrions @pinxeajin @thegalaxyisunfolding @rvoulte @magica-ren @siasseltzers @deffenferofjustice @crimxeorcremeexistspeacefully @idexmids @viannasthings @dreamayy @mellowmochi030 @meowmewow7 @eternal-dokja @wrzloyd @iloveescara @axkushvii @ayayaaayyiire @lxkeeeee @shutingstar @jiminscarmex @help-whatdoimakemyusername @kangyeonie @liyan2u @a1-ic3