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n0thingbutlov3 · 3 months

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need you now

in which a impulsive voicemail leads to some secrets being spilled.

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader. warnings/tags: angst (sorry i’m incapable of being nice lol) hurt/comfort tho!! lil bit of fluff too because i AM capable of being nice, alcohol consumption as a coping mechanism (i’m literally just a girl…) spencer and reader are broken up :( but they’re still sooo in love and it’s soo obvious so it’s fine!! (also it kind of gets fixed at the end-ish. you’ll see *evil smirk*) reader cries a lot (real) spencer is a cutie (as always) spencer and reader sleep together…no like literally, not in a funny business way, some swearing, no use of y/n!!! wc: 3k a/n: hihihi!! so this is my first fan fiction i’ve wrote and completed ever (gulp) it’s also my first time publishing one (gulp) my writing could definitely be better and so could my grammar tbh but i HOPE if you choose to read you’ll enjoy…feedback is always appreciated (plsplspls) also like requests?? if anyone’s into that—id love to write more but inspo is difficult sometimes. if there’s any spelling mistakes im sorry, eye am very tired!! it’s 5am *eye twitching* okay i’m going to sleep, gootbye IF U SAW ME EDITING THIS 5 TIMES NO U DIDNT (i’m bad at tumblr ok..)

“Hi. This is Doctor Spencer Reid. I’m not available right now, but leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can…”

His tinny voice cut off to make way for the signature beep of the beginning of a voicemail recording.

You could hang up now—you should hang up now, save yourself some dignity and go drown your sorrows in alcohol like a normal person instead of calling your ex-boyfriend.

You should, but your mouth was opening before your finger could reach the hang-up button, and…and it was a losing battle from the moment you clicked on Spencer’s icon.

“Uh—hi, it’s…it’s me.” You huffed out a sad laugh.

“So, um, I…I tried calling, but you didn’t answer so…” The static buzz of silence hummed through your ear, just inches from where you held your phone with a shaky grip. “maybe you’re on a case or out with friends, or someone else—“ You let the implication hang in the air—the thought of Spencer potentially being in a relationship bringing a lump to your throat.

You swallowed it down.

“I just…I just had an unbelievably shitty day, Spence.” You sniffed, wiping the moisture that had escaped from your eye with your sweater sleeve. “I know you’ve never read A Series of Unfortunate Events but I think I’d give those kids a run for their money.” You tried to laugh but it came out as more of a sob.

You inhaled shakily, trying to collect yourself and remember why on earth you thought it would be a good idea to call Spencer when you’d been broken up for months. Hell, you hadn’t heard from him at all since you had parted ways—except from the odd text about returning each others’ things. It was obvious he had moved on, and here you were, filling up his voicemail with blubbering messages and making references to adolescent books.

“God, sorry about this.” You breathed out a watery chuckle. “I just…didn’t want to be alone, I guess. But that’s-um-not your problem anymore, so I’m—I’m sorry. Have a nice night.” Your voice cracked and you hung up before you could start weeping down the line. You didn’t need to look even more pathetic.

You pulled your phone away from your ear, looking down at his contact photo through blurred vision. He was smiling—not the tight, closed lip smile he gave other people, but a full, bright smile that had his dimples showing. One of your hands was wrapped loosely around his neck and the other was holding your phone just far enough away to capture both of your smiles. Your head was rested on top of his shoulder, tilted just slightly to the left so your temple was brushing against his.

It felt like looking at a vintage photograph—you knew those people and their happiness existed at some point in time, but it wasn’t tangible; you couldn’t verify it was real.

When you were with Spencer, you never doubted how real it was. All you had to was look at him across the room and he’d flash you a smile identical to the one in that photo and you’d just…know.

It felt like forever ago now that you’d been on the receiving end of that grin and it killed you. So much so that before you could consider the repercussions, you were trudging through to your kitchen and grabbing the bottle of whiskey that sat unopened in your cabinet. It had been a present—from Rossi, actually. When Spencer had first introduced you to the team, the older man had given it to you as something of a welcome gift. Of course, he couldn’t have known you weren’t much of a drinker, and since you wanted to make a good impression (and because you were sure it had cost more than all the alcohol you had consumed in your life combined) you accepted it—deciding to save it for a rainy day.

You think this qualified.

You grabbed the bottle, a glass, and padded back through to your living room, slumping onto your couch. You filled your glass up a little less than halfway before gulping it down, enjoying the burn in your throat—it was better than the constant thickness.

You poured yourself another glass before turning on the TV. You weren’t sure what was playing—it didn’t really matter anyway, your vision was already being obscured by tears again.

You thought the pounding was in your head at first—serves you right for drinking half a bottle of whiskey. Only, it wasn’t, because moments later the pounding subsided and instead, your apartment door was opening, casting your pitch-black living room in a yellow glow which temporarily blinded you.

You squeezed your eyes shut, your mind hazy—again, serves you right for drinking half a bottle of whiskey. Someone was calling your name, but there was too much sensory input for you to make out who.

You certainly hoped it wasn’t a paramedic—maybe your neighbour had heard you sobbing for the last four hours and decided you needed a wellness check. Then there were hands on your face, and that had you flicking your eyes open, because you recognised those hands—impossibly soft, with a callus on his trigger finger being the only thing to mar them. Spencer.

“Spencer?” You slurred.

He sighed in exasperation (or relief) and tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“Are you alright? You weren’t answering your phone, I thought…” He trailed off, worry evident in his voice.

You sat up then, trying to compose yourself even though the room was spinning. Fucking whiskey. You rubbed your eyes haphazardly, blinking until you could finally see.

You should’ve stayed bleary-eyed. Because nothing could prepare you for the way your breath hitched when you finally saw him. After months of not seeing each other, Spencer was here, sitting on your couch, and he was looking at you like you were something fragile, and—God, you needed another drink. You turned away from him, reaching for the neck of the bottle as you spoke.

“I’m fine.”

Before you could lift it up, Spencer gently pried your hand away from the bottle with his own, and then slid it across the coffee table with his other.

“You’re drunk. No more of that, please.” His tone wasn’t unkind, but he left no room to argue. You probably would’ve objected anyway, if it weren’t for the way he kept his hand clasped around yours, rubbing soothing circles into your pulse point almost absentmindedly.

You glanced up to him—to stop yourself from staring at your hand in his and how natural it felt, more than anything—but that proved to be a mistake too, because he looked just as beautiful as thirty seconds prior and it felt just as natural for him to be sitting next to you on your sofa, but it wasn’t natural anymore.

“How did you get in?”

“My key.”

“Oh.”

Right. The key that he still had because you refused to meet up with him to let him return it. He tried for weeks to contact you, but you ignored him, because getting the key back meant things were finally over. You supposed he could return it now—maybe that’s why he came in the first place.

“Why did you come?” You asked, your voice impossibly small.

“You called.” He replied—as though he was talking about something as simple as the weather. You call and I come.

You searched in his eyes for any sign of a lie, but of course, there was none. He was being completely genuine—as always. You were the awful ex-girlfriend who left concerning voicemails on his phone and had him travelling to your apartment in the middle of the night only for him to look completely okay with the situation—like there was nothing he’d rather be doing than making sure you were safe.

You couldn’t help the way tears sprung to your eyes or your lip began to tremble as you lolled your head back onto the couch, pulling your gaze away from his.

“Angel, what’s wrong?”

You liked to consider yourself to be a strong person. You had been through things in your life that were objectively worse than your breakup with Spencer, but something about the gentleness of his tone and the way he had let one of his many (past) petnames for you slip had your throat tightening and you ducked your head into your one hand—the other still seized by Spencer’s—to try and muffle a sob.

“Hey,” He trailed his hand that was wrapped around yours up your arm, all the way to your shoulder blade before lightly guiding you towards him. You don’t have enough energy in you to fight his magnetic pull, so you shuffle over until you can bury your head into his shirt. You inhale his scent; vanilla, neroli, and so him it makes you ache.

Stopping your tears is futile—you’d know, they’d barely ceased all night—so you just let them fall, seeping into Spencer’s tie as he rubs one hand softly up and down your back, the other cradling the crown of your head.

His breathing is quiet and slow—the exact opposite of yours—and you try to imitate it—forcing air into your lungs. When your sobbing has turned to shaky breathing and the occasional sniffle, he speaks up.

“Do you want to talk?”

Talk about what? About what had happened today—what had led you to calling him? Talk about how for the last few months, he had been the only person you had wanted to call?

“No.” You hated how pitiful you sounded.

“Okay.”

Spencer didn’t say anything else for a minute—your synchronised breathing being the only thing to stop the room from falling into dead silence.

“You need to rehydrate.” He murmured, smoothing down your hair.

You hummed into him, in no hurry to unwrap yourself from his body. You probably wouldn’t get to be this close to him again, after all.

He moved both of his hands to your biceps, pulling you back slightly so you could look at him. He knitted his brows together in a silent plea which had you rolling your eyes petulantly, your lashes still damp from tears.

“Fine.” You peeled yourself off of him, pushing yourself into a standing position. Horrible mistake. You were still incredibly drunk, turns out, and everything was spinning a little bit and come to think of it, you were also nauseous and—

“Careful, lovely.” Spencer placed his hand firmly on the small of your back, keeping you upright.

and—actually, you were fine now.

He stood too, moving his hand just slightly over to your waist so he could guide you to the kitchen. When he knew you could stand upright—even if you were relying mostly on the counter behind you—he grabbed a glass from your cabinet, moving around effortlessly to pour you some water. The sight was so domestic you almost wanted to cry again. Maybe in some alternate timeline, where you and him could’ve worked, this would be an every day thing—minus the drunk sobbing part, of course.

He handed you the glass of water, watching as you took a few sips. He raised an eyebrow, nodding his head slowly.

“Whole thing, please.”

You let out an exasperated (affectionate) sigh and gulped the rest of it down, setting it on the counter behind you.

“Happy?”

“Very.”

You smirked, trailing your gaze down his body. He was still in his work clothes which, at the very least, meant he wasn’t on a date before he came here. He always changed before dates—well, for you, anyway. You wondered if he had been on any dates since the breakup—you certainly hadn’t. It had been long enough now that it wouldn’t be weird for you to start seeing other people—but you didn’t want to. You weren’t sure you’d ever want to, to be completely honest.

The more you thought about it, the more the whole thing seemed stupid. You didn’t want anyone else, you wanted Spencer. You had tried to get over him but if tonight was any indication—it clearly wasn’t working. You can’t even remember why you broke up in the first place—it all seemed so insignificant now. No amount of pain you had ever experienced in your relationship had come close to that of living without him.

You met his eyes once more and it was like he could see the question brewing. He tried to stop you, calling your name in a quiet warning, but you ignored him.

“Why did we break up?”

He frowned, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth with his tongue in that maddening way he did.

“I—you know why—“

“No, but I don’t! I know things were difficult sometimes but that doesn’t mean it didn’t work. It worked—we worked.” Your eyes were stinging again.

Spencer pressed his index and middle finger into his eye, furrowing his brows.

“I know, I know we worked, angel—but you were sad all the time, remember? I was gone so often and it wasn’t good for you.” His true emotions were indecipherable but his tone was soft, and you wished you could be as calm about this as him. Did he just not care as much as you did?

“But It’s—It’s worse now—“ You choked out, tears falling freely now. “I was sad when you were gone, but you always came back—you don’t come back anymore.”

Spencer removed his hand from his face, flexing it at his side like he was uncertain what to do with himself before taking a stride towards you. He brought a hand to your face, wiping the tears from under your eyes delicately—like you were made of porcelain.

“Listen, sweetheart—alcohol affects your ability to regulate your emotions and I know right now it might feel worse but that doesn’t mean it always—“

“Spencer, stop! It’s not the fucking alcohol, I miss you! I miss you all of the time! Even—even when I’m having a good day—I still want you—and especially when I—when I have a bad day—“ You choked out through heaving breaths.

“Breathe.” He urges, cupping your cheek. And you’re so, so angry, and sad, and tired that you have no choice but to shut up and listen to him. When you’ve adequately calmed down, he moves his hand to your jaw, tilting your head up to look at him.

“I don’t think we should talk about this tonight but I—“ You open your mouth to protest.

“I promise we can talk about it tomorrow when you’re sober—if you still want to.”

Your lip trembles of its own volition and you frown.

“Of course I want to.”

“Okay,”

“Okay.”

He gives your eyes a final wipe before he’s—rather unexpectedly—pulling you into a hug. You all but melt into him, your head finding its home in his sternum and your arms wrapping around his middle. He tilts his head down, kissing the top of your head—and you’re certain you can’t let this go again. You will chain him down before Spencer leaves this apartment again.

Everything is wordless from there—mostly because you’re so, so exhausted that even talking seems like too difficult a task. Spencer helps you find something more comfortable to change into and you pull out an old t-shirt of his and a pair of plaid pyjama pants you had kept here for him. I guess your keeping them ‘just in case you needed them in the future’ had come in handy, after all.

As you washed your face, Spencer snuck through to the kitchen, refilling your water and grabbing two aspirin in a not-so-subtle attempt to help the inevitable hangover you were going to have in the morning.

You caught him placing them on your bedside table and mock gasped.

“Trying to drug me in my sleep so you can make a run for it in the night?”

He grinned lazily—exhaustion creeping up on him as well.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

You smiled, flopping yourself onto your bed rather ungraciously. Spencer looked at you like you were something fascinating before biting his lip, clearly deep in thought.

“What?” You let out a self-effacing little chuckle.

“I was just…wondering…if you’d like me to sleep on the couch?”

You probably should’ve been more careful in your facial expressions considering you were still broken up but your thoughts about that offer were obvious.

“No, stay.” Stay in your bed, in your apartment—stay anywhere that was close to you.

Maybe you were coming on a little too strong.

“Unless you want to, I mean—“

“No, no—I’ll stay.” Forever, preferably.

He walked around to the other side of your bed—as he had done so many times before—and sat down, pulling the covers over his legs. You mirrored his movements before flicking your bedside lamp out, turning to face him.

You were a little thankful you were so out of it, because this had the potential to be very awkward otherwise. Spencer shuffled down so that he was at eye level with you, turning to face you as well.

You just stared for a moment, committing him to memory. The moonlight had a way of highlighting all the high points of his face, and the twinkle in his eyes, and—God, you were so glad the moon existed and that Spencer was in your bed that you couldn’t help but giggle.

“What?” Spencer laughed along with you, even though he had no idea what was so funny.

“Nothing. You’re pretty.”

“You’re drunk. Go to sleep.”

“Don’t wanna.”

“Why?”

“Scared you’ll be gone when I wake up—like I made it all up.”

Spencer’s smile faded then, and he looked at you with something that seemed so much like the one thing you had been willing yourself to stop doing the whole time that you’d been broken up, that it almost took your breath away.

“I won’t. I promised, didn’t I?”

You nodded.

“So there’s nothing to worry about. Now get some sleep, lovely.”

You smiled, feeling Spencer’s hand inching towards yours. He intertwined them and gave yours a squeeze.

“Just in case you make a run for it in the night.”

You chuckled, your eyelids fluttering shut. Yeah, you could make it work.

part two!

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chaostroberry1 · 3 months

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Can i ask for Yandere Beelzebub, hades, and Poseidonas. It was soulmate and reverse harem AU. What if the three of them had same soulmate and their soulmate is demigod and sister of Brunhilde and going fo fight in Ragnarok as opposite side? The three seen her getting beaten and hurt. What story and what would they do?

Thank you, sorry for the grammar and asking this. If you are uncomfortable with the theme is okay. Have nice days ahead of you ❤❤

YES!! ID BE HAPPY TO! 😭 Thank you for the idea!

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Token of love | YANDERE ROR × soulmate READER

Hades + Beelzebub + Poseidon × fem!reader

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The gods have never felt pity towards the human race. Most of them despising the mere thought, it disgusted them. All the sins humans have committed against them and the very earth, truly disgusting.

That was until you came to valhalla. Born as the offspring of a human, and a god. That god being, Susanoo. At first, they just thought of you as a lower being, it didn't matter if you had the blood of Susanoo, you also had a mortal's blood within you. It meant you were still weak in their eyes.

Susanoo had fallen for a beautiful woman, who bore him a child, that child being you. So you were raised in the human world. But things didn't go so well for you, ever since they found out you had abilities that slowly started showing, as well as how you stopped aging. That resulted in many townsfolk chasing you down until you stumbled across a young Valkyrie named Brunhilde, who took you in as her sister.

You were brought to valhalla, being introduced to a few of the gods there. Growing up, you had Odin as your father figure, incredibly protective of you since he thought of you as his own daughter, that's why he didn't let you out of the Norse pantheon, which explains why you haven't met the other gods from other pantheons.

But you had friends to keep you company there, a few being Loki and Thor. Loki who loved to chitchat with you and probably make a few sly comments about Thor's little crush on you which would immediately be interrupted by Thor's glare. Luckily for him though, you were a bit oblivious to it.

When you started growing to be strong and pretty, you set out on your journey to know more about everything, still making sure to visit the Norse gods multiple times.

Beelzebub was the first to have met you, when you introduced yourself to him as a demigod. Then Poseidon, who you left with a bitter taste in his mouth from having to face a being that was lower than him. The last was hades, who instead of Poseidon, greeted you formally instead. More mature minded, but that doesn't mean he'll treat you any differently from the rest.

Until you started showing up more and more, getting your name engraved into their heads, which grew overwhelmingly annoying.

Everytime you passed by them, their hearts would beat fast, and they feel a strong connection towards you...it was sick. How dare you make anyone feel that way?

Hades, had heard about it from his dear brother zues, who wouldn't stop talking about it, making Poseidon listen in as well to all his annoying bickering about "soulmates". Beelzebub on the other hand, had read about it after some thorough research in a library, unable to believe that such feelings could even exist, especially inside him. He knew that if his love were to grow too strong, then he'll end up going on a killing spree.

But...it was different...this wasn't just simple love that he felt..it was obssession. An obssesssive type of love. Which is why he hasn't killed anyone yet, making everything more surprising for him. He was never able to love someone so freely without having to face consequences, which is why the feeling that lingered in him..made him long for you. Since you were the only hope he had for love.

Hades, was full of joy that he could find a queen to love and care for. Someone who he could take with him to the lonely place he had to call "home". There was finally something new for him to look forward to, something that could always brighten up his world.

Poseidon... Poseidon was unhappy about the fact that he had to bear feelings for someone... especially the offspring of a human...you were a deity of lesser status, if he ever had to marry anyone, it would be a woman of higher status, but that would mean the marriage was loveless. This however, was a new experience, being able to love someone so much, it was pathetic. Anyone who bore feelings like that were pathetic...but oh how desperate his body ached to see you.

When the Ragnarok came into place, Brunhilde had convinced you to fight as a representative for the human race. Which you kindly accepted, she was your sister after all. How could you ever turn her down when she needed you most?

You walked into the arena, hoping to win for the sake of humanity. As cruel as humans were, there are still a few exceptions who deserved to live. And to your surprise, you saw the faces of Poseidon and hades, as well as Beelzebub. Their eyes watching you like a hawk, they hated how you had to be a representative. It meant that if you ever lost, you'll be gone..forever. that mere thought was enough to make them grit their teeth in anger. What kind of scum would even think of putting their filthy hands on you?

Sadly, you were paired up with a god who was too strong for you to defeat. Your body already covered in bruises and wounds. Your legs grew weak as you pathetically dropped to your knees, throwing up blood. Your weak state...those sad eyes that lost more and more hope every second that passed...

They were enraged.

Luckily for you, you were able to throw one last move in a desperate attempt to kill the god, and it brought you to victory.

Your body immediately slumping down, trembling in pain. Before your eyes shut, unable to remember anything aside from hands carrying you to get treated.

A few hours had passed and you saw three men surrounding you, all of them exchanging glares at each other while you stared weakly.

"can I...help you..? Are you here to...kill me... because I...fought for the humans...?"

Hades was the first to speak, caressing your hair, a sudden spark igniting within his body when he felt you for the first time. "No, not exactly."

Poseidon left the room, gritting his teeth in annoyance as he tried to get some air. Suppressing his urge to kill whoever was in charge of putting you in such a dangerous situation, forced to be talked out of it by zues. Ending in him letting out a "tch" before leaving his brother to soothe his nerves. Oh how good it would feel to kill that skank, but his pride wouldn't let him. He was a god, if he killed a Valkyrie, that would mean he was pathetic and afraid of losing to the challenge.

It's most probably that the gods would force you into a safer place. Believing that it was best for you to stay away from the dangers outside, especially Odin, who caught on to the gods and their 'feelings' towards you.

Odin was incredibly enraged by not only the fact that you nearly lost your life, but, adding salt to the wound, also had a bunch of males trying for your love! That's why he got Loki and Thor to guard you, knowing that it was best. Not uttering a word to the others about your sudden disappearance.

The other gods were pissed when they couldn't find you anywhere. The love that swelled in their chest made them desperate to find you, but they had no idea where you were put after your match.

But don't worry, once they get rid of all the possible threats to you, they'll find you. They'll find you, and take you back to where you belonged. With them.

But for now, you can play your little hide and seek. But beware that it won't last very long once they've got their hands on you.

After all, it was your fault they felt that way, isn't it?

So don't go wondering why you woke up to knocking on your door, and don't be surprised if it wasn't Thor, or Loki, nor Odin...

You have to pay the consequences.

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@kuroi19-blog Hello!!! I'm finally finished with the story. Thank you for requesting! I hope this is good enough for your liking 🥹

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funniestpersonalivefr · 3 months

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Maybe a husband di/id leon x reader one shot?

Or two...or multiple? Idk whatever you are comfortable with also make it smutty if you like, i know everyone is so hung up on RE4r leon but older leon is SOOO husband material and i'm so down bad for him!

flame that never dies

just starting with one for now however if anyone would like to see more let me know. older leon >. nsfw under the cut, mdni. not proofread and credit to image owner. also unprotected and afab reader.

you and leon had been together since your twenties, going through so much together. he often worried that after being together for so long that flame between the two of you would dwindle and die.

yet it never did, he had just gotten back from business on alcatraz island, you knew better than to ask him what exactly happened. you were just glad your husband had made it back to you alive, in one piece.

you were all over him as soon as he had gotten cleaned up, pressing soft kisses along his jaw. your hands glided around his body, his once hard muscles are softer now. he would be lying if it wasn't an insecurity as his body aged but how he never failed to leave you dripping wet helped him that.

"missed me that much, huh?" he says, his tone is teasing as he captures your lips with his. you pulled away, brushing his hair out of his face as you stared into his blue eyes.

his hair wasn't quite the blonde it used to be and his face had aged over the years but so had yours. the eye bags under his eye serving as a reminder to you just how hard he worked, he could only ever sleep when he was home with you.

you smiled at him, your gaze filled with love. it gave him butterflies, just like when you two had first started dating. he pulled you back in for a kiss as he flipped you on the bed.

you were under him, your legs wrapped around his waist. you could feel him getting hard against your crotch. you loved knowing you still had that effect after all of these years. he pulled away from you.

"god i love you," he spoke out, his lips were soon connected to the soft skin of your neck. his lips sucked in-between soft bites resulting in a small mark. he soon kissed over it before moving down.

his hands were working under your shirt, his hands cupping your boobs. he'd squeeze and knead at them as he continued to leave marks all over.

your shirt was soon thrown to the floor, he moved slower compared to his pace when he was younger. he just needed to appreciate every inch of you.

his mouth was on your nipple, tongue swirling around the sensitive nubs. you can feel him smirk against you when you gasp out from the sensation, your head dropping back with a soft moan. it doesn't take long for him to give attention to your other nipple all the while his hands start to unbutton your pants, slipping down to feel the wet spot on your panties.

you were completely in love with leon, your hips bucking up against his crotch. he released a groan from it, he decided to pull away and tug your pants down. your underwear is gone with them and he's soon naked as well.

he's already positioned between your legs. his tip slowly sliding into your wet hole. you moaned out as he slid in, bottoming out quickly. he gave you a brief moment to adjust before he slowly started to rock his hips.

his thrusts were slow and deep, leon couldn't last as long but he still wanted to savor the moment. you were moaning from under him as you pulled him on for a kiss. his lips slammed against yours as your hands wrapped around his neck. his grip on your hip was gentle, he couldn't stand to hurt you.

as the two of you got closer, his pace increased. you were left falling apart on his cock, pulling away to meet his gaze as your hand pulled his hair. he moaned at the sensation of you clenching around him and you could feel him twitch against you.

leon's lips captured yours once again as his hand finds your clit, playing with the bundle of nerves to send you over the edge. you're quick to cum, squeezing around him as your back arches.

he's soon spilling inside of you, cursing as it happened. with a few more thrusts he pulled out, collapsing next to you as he pulls you close. he kisses you more, it's a soft moment between the two as his hand cups your face. his thumb is stroking your cheek as you pull away.

you stare up at him, giggling slightly at how in love you feel.

"you know mr kennedy, i hope you never stop kissing me," you say, your tone is unserious as your hand rests on his shoulder.

he chuckles at your response.

"well mrs kennedy, i have no intent to stop kissing you," with that his lips are back on yours as you melt into his warm touch.

#resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy smut #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil death island

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i-yap · 4 months

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Jason Todd x y/n thoughts- sexual

SEXUAL THEMES( even sa/rape and really sad stuff) SO MINORS STAY AWAY

Jason todd is a virgin. He got kidnapped really young and has been very against touch since then and opening up-even physically - to anyone. Most times he doesn't even want to get it. Plus he doesn't jerk off as much. As sad as it is , realistically joker probably implied sexual torture. Harley once tried to rape dick grayson, and harley was also someone who used to torture jason...so yea.

He didnt get particularly fixated on it, he just didn't care. Out of all the torture he endured, it probably just became another thing, but he doesn't really feel attracted to most women and he doesn't want to.

till he meets you. First he opens up emotionally. I don't think hookup turned more is a trope that would work for jason. He will first fall in love and then allow himself to open up sexually .

And its like a damn broke down, its a fricking flood. Now most people assume men without any experience suck at sex...NO they are better because not only are they more ready to learn they go by their carnal desire and instincts. Jason also never really watched porn, so he is very observant and easily affected .

that doesnt mean he comes fast, he is smart, he isn't a hormonal teenager, he probably did google and read and more than that he just focuses on what makes you feel good. Because everything is making him feel really good. He therefore is more skilled and a more eager and passionate lover.

Also sex is more for him. It is lovemaking . Most people assume they wanna be degraded, hurt, thrown around(aka me and some of you) but i know that is someone actually hurt me or was mean in real life id get really affected and in my head.

Jason is mean yes, but its sweet mean. "You must really like it when I kiss you here, fucking drenched you are" "so wet baby, all for me?" "has anyone ever made you feel like this" "calm down baby, I got you, let me do it for you yea?"

Its all genuine, all dirty talk is genuine, its not those practiced words , its what he is really feeling in the moment. And what he is feeling is carnal desire and loveeee. Also the first time he tastes pussy- its over for him( technically over for you). He wont hit you, smack you yes but its lightly. choke you yes but very lightly, just holding your neck a little tighter as he kisses you. He is observant he can tell when it hurts. \

Now wouldnt jason want to know what sex with other women may feel like? HELL NO it took him forever to even want someone to hold his hand, and he is like a worshipper. He is devoted asf. He is disgusted you would even ask. Why would he want someone else when he has more than he could even imagine with you? Let him show you just how bad he wants you and only you.

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azurentinex · 11 months

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TBHK men getting nightmares about s/o

how i think tbhk men would react to having nightmares about their s/o!

established relationship, fluff(?), headcannons

My Masterlists

Hanako

(do ghosts even sleep in the first place? ...let's just pretend they do for a sec)

he had a dream, where you left him for being a murderer.

he desperately begged for you to come back, clutching onto your clothes, tears welled up in his eyes.

but you just turned away, and continued walking.

he woke up, a cracked cry leaving his throat.

he realized it was a dream pretty quickly, but it still felt so real in that moment.

feeling a faint resemblance of a heart beating hard in his chest, he went looking for you, making sure that what he saw in his nightmare wasn't real.

he finds you curled up underneath a bundle of blankets in your bed.

he puts his cold fingers on your face, making sure that it was actually you, right there, in that moment.

...

you woke up in the morning, feeling a heavy weight on your arm.

hanako had been clinging onto you for the past few hours, making sure you didn't escape from his grasp.

he had a small put on his face, and seeing that you woke up, he pulled you closer to him and pout his face in your chest, blushing slightly.

"Thank you for being with me."

Kou Minamoto

kou had a dream where you had died from a supernatural because he wasn't strong enough to protect you.

he watched you being torn, screaming, because of his incompetence.

he shot straight upright in his bed, and after recognizing the familiar surroundings, he lowered himself back into the comfort of his blankets.

bundled up, he tossed and turned in the sheets for a while, heart racing out of his chest.

poor guy had the whole scene replaying in his mind over and over again :(

after the heavy feeling in his chest got too much for him to bear, he got out of bed and walked to the kitchen to drink a glass of water to cool him down.

kou would probably have too much pride to show up at your door about a nightmare.

so he just sat down at his couch, scrolling through the tv trying to find something to help him wind down.

oh, but he would definitely stick to you aalllllllllllll day during school.

"You wouldn't die on me, right?"

Sousuke Mitsuba

his dream was about his death. everything, from the beginning to the end. the excruciating pain, to the heartbreak of seeing his mom kneeling over his hospital bed.

and then there was you.

his only ever friend.

and slowly, you forgot about him.

you went on about life, as if he had never existed.

and that hurt more than being run over 1000 times with a car.

he slowly blinked himself awake, bringing his trembling hands to his face to wipe the tears out of his eyes.

looking forward, he saw you under the delicate moonlight, sleeping soundly.

he caressed your cheek, feeling more tears well up in his eyes, thinking about the fact that you would stay with him, even with all his imperfections.

the fact that he could be himself around you.

the fact that you chose him over anyone else.

...

you slowly woke up to the sound of faint crying.

mitsuba, seeing that you had woken up, began crying even harder, embarrassed.

the rest of the night was spent with him in your arms as you stroked his hair gently, offering words of encouragement.

"I'd miss you if you died."

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THANK YOU FOR READING!!! i hope you enjoyed it! im not really experienced, so feedback is appreciated! im not really experienced with writing for tumblr, so i hope this turned out ok! i learned most of my stuff from reading other posts lol id be forever grateful if you left a like!! id be really happy to know someone enjoyed my work :3

#hanako x reader #tbhk x reader #tbhk #toilet bound hanako kun #toilet bound hanako kun x reader #kou x reader #kou minamoto x reader #hanako kun x reader #mitsuba x reader #headcannons #tbhk headcannons #slight angst #yugi amane #yugi amane x reader #fluff #jshk

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caputvulpinum · 2 years

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Why can't you people be normal about slurs for 2 seconds

Just because YOU reclaimed and identify with something doesn't mean everyone else does. No one cares about you IDing as a queer or dyke or fag or whatever, people just don't want strangers to randomly assign them words that have historically been used as slurs.

Like, do you understand that people have had this word used against them by bigots? Do you understand that maybe, it's tasteless to get upset at people for having trauma regarding a word? Are you able to comprehend that maybe insisting people be okay with being called a word that means odd, spoiled, ruined or weird is not a good look?

I'm autistic and have a severe learning disability. I'm totally fine when people use the word retard, I call myself a retard, I don't care. But I'm sure as fuck not going to walk up to a bunch of other autistic people I barely know and go "lmao what is up my fellow tards!!!"

I'm not trying to start shit, I'm legitimately trying to understand why you find it appropriate to make fun of people, often victims of abuse or hate crimes, for being triggered by a word.

"I'm legitimately trying to understand why you find it appropriate to make fun of people, often victims of abuse or hate crimes, for being triggered by a word."

Gay is a slur. Lesbian is a slur. Homosexual is a slur. Every single word we have ever had has always either had its roots in cruelty and oppression or has been used against us by our oppressors. There is no term that is pure and clean and innocent and has never hurt anyone's feelings.

Let's disregard fag for now. That one's still in the process of reclamation, I'll admit. Let's just talk about queer. Queer has been the academic term for non-cisgender and non-heterosexual history for half a century now. Queer theory has been around for thirty years. Queer was the word which we shouted as a radical inditement of our treatment by our oppressors: "We're here, we're queer, get over it" and "Not gay as in happy but queer as in fuck you" should both sound familiar to you.

And now it's 2012 or so and queer is known as the most inclusive term we have. It's less unwieldy than LGBTQIAAP+. It's not based in a necessity of defining yourself through your oppression like MOGAI. It's, important, a deeply private word. Not in the sense that it is used privately, but rather than it grants its user privacy. If you're queer, everyone instantly knows you're a part of the community, but you aren't being forced to out yourself or give more details about your personal life and identity than you want. It was always a word about identity.

TERFs hate this. TERFs hate this so much, because it's inclusive of people they hate, like asexual people, trans women, and other freaks of nature who society needs to put down like dogs. Queer means TERFs can't as easily define you as the Bad Other. Queer means TERFs will be recognized more easily as bigoted towards the larger queer communities. So, obviously, they do what anyone would, and decide to take advantage of the language of social justice warriors of the time and attack impressionable young kids from 13-16.

The average 13-16 year old doesn't exactly have much experience in real-life queer spaces. They don't get to go to rallies or protests, they don't stay at community centers, their lives are insular and based entirely online. Their understanding of social politics is inherently rooted in the importance of posting in the right language. Their activism is one which tweets correctly. So TERFs slid into their inboxes and went "Hey, just so you know, queer is actually a slur used to oppress people and it's problematic to use since some people have been called it".

And this works, because of course it does, and now I have people like you in my inbox bitching and whining about how queer is a slur and how you've been called queer once or twice in your life. To this I say: My apologies, but fucking suck it up and reclaim it. I don't care about traumatic events you have with queer. It has been reclaimed by the greater community and was done so long before you were born if you aren't literally 50, and more importantly, by giving queer validation as a slur, you actively give our oppressors that power over you. I'm not going to let my oppressors know that if they say an identifier for us meanly enough then we'll stop identifying as that word. I'm not giving the power to silence and repress who we are to people who would use it.

Anon, I respect you enough to say that people who consider my identity as a slur should get punched in the face, because alt-right fash cunts, pig cops, evangelical christians, TERFs, and hyperconservative political lobbyists all consider my identity as a slur. Why should I treat you any different to them? What about your specific treatment of queer as a slur ends up with a meaningfully different result? The neonazis on kiwifarms won't care why you're telling me to shut the fuck up about queer. They don't give a shit about why you're saying this. What they give a shit about is if it works and if calling people queer will get them to shut up and curl up in a little ball and admit defeat and hand them slurs on a silver platter. And I'm not about to live that sort of life, so either get with the program or fuck off.

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havocskies · 8 months

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HOBIE BROWN HEADCANONS | NSFW

im iffy on writing actual smut bc id be reconsidering a lot in my life during it but i am not above writing headcanons xoxo

honestly this is kinda jst me rambling but oh well take it anyway

╭──╯ . . . . . ༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶ . . . . . ╰──╮

• definitely wouldn’t be aggressive but not against throwing you around just a little (if you’re okay w that obviously)

• i don’t think he’d be absolutely nasty. like he’s clearly a bit freaky, he makes a joke abt biting in his intro but i can’t see him being crazy ??

• sony let us know he’s into biting n everyone jst ignored that we need to think abt that more.

• not entirely serious. he isn’t above making a few jokes every once in a while, especially if you’re a bit nervous

• back to that though if he tries to initiate something and he sees you’re even slightly unsure or nervous ?? it’s off. he’s asking what’s wrong immediately and if it’s solvable great, he’ll solve it if it isn’t it’s off. he has no problem leaving you be if you aren’t up to it, there’s no convincing involved

• wouldn’t be into anything extremely degrading, aggressive, or violent. to him that’s porn culture and he wants absolutely nothing to do with it, even if you asked. i just don’t think he’d get off to anyone being seriously hurt

• however he has no shame with a BIT of pain. he did make a biting joke so i mean

• i think light choking would be the worst he’s automatically willing to do or receive. ofc he’s willing to talk but it’d have to be a very detailed talk abt what both of you are okay w doing/receiving

• honestly i jst think talks like that wld be important to him in general. he doesn’t wanna overstep any boundaries, especially not during something as big as sex. he’d never try to introduce you to something before having a genuine conversation about it first

• aftercare is peak w this man. godsend. you’ll never get any better

• not rough all the time. yg write him to be like absolutely insane n aggressive in bed n i jst can’t see it. like hobie never once even raised his voice unless it was loud, like in his intro. nothing abt him was ever aggressive. i think maybe he’d have no shame being SLIGHTLY rough but i don’t think his intention would be to hurt you/see how much you can take ever

• i think most of the time he’d be pretty normal. he’d be paying complete attention to you jst to be sure you’re comfortable always, he’ll stop immediately if you aren’t

• honestly he’s probably a switch, i can see it. he has no problem giving or receiving, though there wld still have to be some talks abt some things LMAO

• i see comments on edits (even mine) abt how he switches positions a lot n it lowk made me giggle. i think he definitely would on occasion just to catch you off guard, but his whole hating consistency thing imo was a joke jst to mess w miles, half the things he said in his intro were to mess w miles

• probably not very experienced but he knows enough and learns fast. like i don’t think he would be into hookup culture or even care abt sex much but he isn’t clueless, yk ?? he knows what he’s doing at least

• doesn’t really ask for head. if you bring it up, great !! he obviously won’t complain ☠️ but to him i think it’d be more of a bonus, not something he expects from you

• i don’t think he’d be into rough head either. to him it’s about what YOU’RE comfortable doing and what YOU can do. he isn’t going to force you into doing anything. like if his hand is ever on your head it’s to hold your hair back and/or just love on you

• like i said he doesn’t really get off to seeing you struggle

• also idk if it’d be pierced. would he be above it absolutely not but that also involves a stranger handling and piercing your dick. if he did it himself, then maybe

• sex to him isn’t as important. he isn’t going to be all distraught if you aren’t ready or you jst don’t want to. it’s jst a bonus to him, obviously it’s important but your needs and thoughts are SIGNIFICANTLY more important to him than what he jst wants

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dark-fics-4-you · 1 year

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okay first off, i love you and your works so so much, seriously i wait for you to post new stuff😭 second off id loveee to see some dark rafe as a boyfriend headcanons; i know you'd do an incredible job<3

thank you so much for the kind words!! <33 love youuu 🥰

dark!bf!Rafe Cameron Headcanons

warnings: smut, coercion, dubcon, manipulation, location tracking, jealousy, violence, drinking and drug use, overstimulation

dark!bf!Rafe would spoil the everloving hell out of you at the start of your relationship. When you were with him, he refused to let you pay for anything "i just want to treat you like the princess you are, baby." This included food, clothes, lingerie, jewelry, and even a brand new iphone when you accidentally shattered the screen of your old one.

little did you know, your boyfriend had set up your phone before he gifted it to you, making sure that your location would be visible to him at all times, and that he would be able to see anything that you texted to anyone.

Rafe always wanted you to spend all of your free time with him. he would constantly show up at your house to pick you up for surprise dates, taking you out shopping or to an expensive restaurant of your choosing.

Anytime you questioned how he always knew that you were free when he came by, he always had an answer, accompanied by a sheepish grin, “i guess i just know you that well, y/n/n.”

Rafe hated the fact that you had guy friends, mood instantly souring anytime you mentioned wanting to hang out with them. It was hard enough for him to tolerate you hanging out with your girl friends, but Rafe felt especially protective of you around your male friends.

After seeing you talking with one of them at a party, much too enthusiastically for Rafe's taste, your boyfriend waited till he could talk to your friend alone before he threatened to break his nose if he ever saw him talking to you again.

The next day, when you sat on the couch gazing at the hurtful text from your friend that said he wanted nothing to do with you anymore, your boyfriend rubbed circles in your back as you cried into his chest, hiding the triumphant grin that tugged at the corner of his lips. "it'll be okay baby, I'm here to support you, and I'm not going anywhere."

You and Rafe didn’t get into arguments a lot, but when you did they were ugly screaming matches, baseless allegations of cheating berated at you as you sobbed, trying to calm your boyfriend down.

The arguments always ended the same way though. With you laying face down, ass in the air, head pushed into the pillow as your boyfriend took out his frustrations on you, not stopping until you had came around him five times

Afterwards, he held you in bed, kissing you tenderly and whispering into your skin, “i’m sorry y/n, you know how jealous i get, it’s only because i love you so much” and like the trusting, naive girl you were, you believed him wholeheartedly

Rafe was always super handsy in public, even if you voiced discomfort, never one to shy away from public sex as a way to tell every guy in the Outer Banks that you were his girl

Fingers wandering under your short skirts at house parties, a smack on your ass when you bent over at the golf course in front of his friends, fucking in his truck with the windows open before picking up weed and blow from Barry

You didn’t particularly like Rafe’s coke use, and had tried to bring it up to him many times, but he always knew what to say to turn the sympathy back towards him, “you know i’ve been having a hard time with my dad, princess. i feel like you and coke are the only thing that can calm me down. i just need it a little longer and then i’ll quit, i promise.”

Every party the two of you went to was an opportunity for him to show you off, and he had a habit of never letting you leave his side, arm firm around your waist, always stealing kisses and nipping at your neck to remind everyone who you belonged to, glaring at any guy who looked at you funny.

Rafe would pour you drink after drink, offering you hits off his blunts and pressuring you to do lines of blow in between. He loved how you always got more touchy with him when you were drunk. Not only that, but you allowed him to get more handsy in public than if you had been sober, “relax, it’s a crowded party, y/n/n, everyone’s hooking up.”

Rafe always loved to push your boundaries, testing the waters of what he could get away with

He would wrap an arm around you, supporting you as you drunkenly stumbled into the nearest unoccupied bedroom, before gently helping peel off your clothes as he kissed you, silencing your worries about leaving your friends behind, “i can’t think about anything else but you right now y/n. you don’t get what you do to me.”

Desire clouded your mind with his every caress, and before you could think it over, your ‘no’ had turned into ‘just the tip’ at his suggestion

And yet, every time, you found yourself in the same position, thighs shaking as you came around his cock, moans muffled by the ringed hand at your throat, “mm there’s my girl. felt like you needed that.”

His favorite punishment for you whenever you pissed him off by getting too close with his friends or acting like a brat was overstimulation.

Rafe caught you off guard every time, delving between your thighs with a playful smirk. He kissed and nipped at the tender flesh of your inner thighs before he would eat you out, slowly pushing his fingers into your dripping pussy.

After the first orgasm, you were already a panting mess. But you were surprised when he didn’t stop, quickly pushing you over the edge again, large hands firmly clamped around your quaking legs.

By the third, you realized what he was doing, already so overstimulated that you were begging him to stop, tears streaming down your face as he lapped at your sensitive clit. The pleasure building inside you at every thrust of his fingers had you coming again and again

No amount of tears or apologies could ever stop him, “you wanted to act like a slut, so don’t be surprised when i treat you like one, sweetheart.”

Rafe was only satisfied after you sagged against the bed after your seventh orgasm, finally allowing you to catch your breath as he peppered gentle kisses all over your body and face, whispering praises and telling you how much he adored you. “my perfect y/n. i never want to let you go.”

#rafe cameron #outer banks #dark!rafe cameron #rafe cameron headcanons #dark!rafe cameron headcanons #dark!bf!rafe #obx

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panda-writes-kpop · 4 months

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gimme all your lovin' (all your hugs and kisses too!) ~ k. mj.

a/n: a birthday present for @dark-night-insomniac ❤️ happy birthday, my dear! you deserve all of the love and sweetness that the world can offer you 🫶

tw: partying shenanigans, a non-paladin reader in a paladin AU, a not-so-obvious dirty joke, someone is accidentally cut with a kitchen utensil (safety people!), you may get cavities from the tooth-rotting fluff!

related fics: look at me! look at me!, sorry for party rockin'!, we're never getting back together (like ever?)

summary: your date with Minji is cut short when a pair of your mutual friends call you. you're inevitably dragged into their shenanigans, but it can't be all bad with leftover food and Minji by your side.

♡ Masterlist ♡

You did like going to parties, especially ones that involved Katie and the other Paladins. They were always fun, a bit rowdy at times, but still lots of fun for you.

“We can go, if you'd like.” JiU lightly squeezes your hand as you stare at the invitation on your phone. “I know someone on the waitstaff, we can push our reservation back an hour or two-”

“No, it's alright, Katie will have to survive without us.” You switch to your messaging app of choice to let Katie know of your decision. “They'll be fine. What could possibly go wrong?”

You and JiU, your lovely girlfriend, walk to your home from the restaurant. After a successful date night, neither of you wanted to leave each other alone. You could've called for a ride, but what fun was that? Your apartment was a few blocks down the road, and the weather was fair enough for you to walk back.

“Thank you for dinner tonight.” JiU smiles before lightly kissing your cheek. “I love when we can spend nights together, with just the two of us.”

You chuckle softly, trying to hide your nervousness. You've been dating for a while, but the magnificent goddess next to you still gives you butterflies.

“Anything for you, my dear.” You pull her close with your interlocked hands.

She softly gasps as your free hand lands on her waist. With a beaming smile, one you couldn't resist, she leans in and kisses you.

You kiss her back and pull her as close as possible until your phone buzzes in your pocket.

“Should you get that?” JiU asks as you shake your head.

“It's not as important as you are at this moment.” You ignore the vibrations as she loudly squeals.

“Awww, you're so sweet to me!” She leans in for another kiss, but she's interrupted by her phone ringing. “I'm sorry, love, let me see-”

Her smile drops slightly as she checks the caller ID.

“Who is it?” You tilt your head as you fish your phone out of your pocket.

“It's Dami.”

Your eyes widen as you look at your phone's call history.

“Well, that's not good.”

“Who called you?”

“Katie.”

You exchange a nervous look with JiU before she picks up her phone. At the same time, you call Katie back, hoping that this isn't as much of an emergency as it seems to be.

As you enter JiU's house, the one you've been in before with her and her friends, you stare in complete shock with how trashed the place is. Articles of clothing have landed on ceiling fans and lamps, and some are of the more…. intimate variety. Plastic cups are littered around the stairwell, and a trail of food crumbs leads in and out of the kitchen variety.

“It seems like everyone had fun.” JiU remarks with a small snort at the end of her statement.

You check your phone for the time - 11:45 p.m. - where is everyone?

“We're in here.” Dami calls from the downstairs bathroom, and JiU looks over to the kitchen.

“I'm going to check around and see if anyone else is here, okay?” She rubs your shoulder before pressing a kiss to your check.

You grab her hand and kiss it before she giggles and heads into the kitchen. You walk forward and take a left into the bathroom, where you gasp at the sight in front of you.

Katie, idly swinging her legs, sits on the bathroom counter top as Dami sits on a wooden stool with a first aid kit in hand.

“Are you hurt?” You rush over to her side as she sighs and shakes her head.

“No, Dami's worrying over nothing-”

“You cut yourself on a kitchen knife. I want to make sure that you're okay before we call everyone back inside.” Dami grabs a bandaid and gently grabs Katie's arm.

“So there's no emergency? No life-ending event?” You lean against the door as you let out a sigh. “You made us worried, you know. You two don't tend to call us unless it's serious. What did you need from us?”

“We could use some help cleaning up, if you don't mind,” Dami disinfectant the wound, which causes Katie to hiss in pain, “plus some people needed some time to cool off outside.”

You look towards a nearby window, where surely enough, a large group of people are gathered in the backyard of the house.

“Will they be alright out there?” You ask.

“King and Kim Lip already flattened the flower bed, and there's not much outside they can wreck besides that.” Dami informs you as JiU joins your side.

“SuA's going to be pissed when she finds out.” JiU adds as Dami places the bandage over the wound on Katie's hand. “How are you going to tell her?”

“Neon said that he and Siyeon had it handled… so I'm leaving it to them.” Dami answers before setting the first aid kit aside. “You're all good to help out with cleaning.”

She lightly taps Katie's knee twice before backing away from the counter. Katie jumps down as Dami sets the stool aside.

“That's your plan for telling SuA?” Your eyes widen as Katie stares at you.

“Do either of you have any better ideas?” She pauses. “No? That's what I thought. Let's clean up the house - maybe we can make the lecture slightly shorter if we do that much.”

“How did you end up with this mess?” You pick a red solo cup up from the couch and place it into a garbage bag as Katie plays fifty-two pick-up with a deck of cards on the ground.

“It was supposed to be an intimate gathering between friends, but Ryujin just had to post it everywhere. I had to make extra food, people brought over extra booze, and some people got a little wild. I had to take some people home, like Yeji, who were too drunk to even stand properly.” She explains as you nod your head.

“And the other Paladins?”

“Mala and Tzuyu are running bets outside over some silly game, Neon and Siyeon are knocked out in another room, Sparrow's run off with Yunjin and Kazuha, and I had to drive Kim Lip and King home.”

“How'd that go?” You ask.

“All they did was sing ‘Sorry For Party Rockin’ acapella for twenty minutes,” Katie shudders as she recalls the memory, “Oh, and they both vomited five seconds after leaving my car, thank God.”

“So it’s been an eventful night?”

“Most definitely, I have so much blackmail- er, I mean, photos to show you later!” Katie sets the deck of cards aside before heading into the kitchen. “We still have leftover food, if you’re interested in some. I’d feel bad if you guys did all that cleaning and didn’t get anything for it.”

“We’ll be fine, and I should be getting back anyways. It’s well past midnight at this point, and I’m sure people will want to head home-” You start to decline her offer before you hear Minji happily clap from the kitchen.

“Please, Dami, I’ll only have a few bites~�� You can practically hear the puppy dog eyes in her words as Dami sighs.

“I know how well that went with the cookies Katie made for me last time-”

“-You didn’t say they were made for you. I saw cookies, so I ate them.” JiU peeks her head into the living room to speak with the girl in question. “Katie, you don’t mind, right?”

“Take as much as you need, I can always make more.” Katie insists before JiU gives her a thumbs up and sends you a wink. “C’mon, darling, let’s eat!”

“We just had dinner!” You sigh as your stomach grumbles at the thought of food. “Maybe a bite or two couldn’t hurt.”

“You two have fun, alright? I’ve got another room to clean up, and Dami’s going to take out the trash before we let everyone back in. You’ll want to be gone by then - our hungry drunks aren’t going to be too pleased with the food being ravaged.”

With that, Katie heads into an extension of the living room as you and JiU head into the kitchen. There’s a wide variety of treats - more than enough to please even the pickiest of eaters.

“She really did make enough food to feed an army.” You stare in wonder as JiU grabs one of the infamous strawberry cheesecake cupcakes. “I thought you weren’t hungry for dessert… were you anticipating an extra snack from Katie?”

“Guilty as charged!” She mumbles between bites.

You both laugh together, and your heart sores as her soft giggles graze your ears. It’s moments like this that remind you why you love JiU - she’s so honest and open about everything.

“I love you.” You say as she turns to you.

“I love you more, my dear.”

“Impossible, really.” You joke before pulling her in for another kiss.

It wouldn’t be the last you share that night, not by a mile. You wouldn’t grow tired of her affections - not now, not ever.

And you had to thank Katie and her friends - they gave you a reason to be even closer to JiU, after all.

Like you needed to have one in the first place.

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midnightwriter21 · 1 year

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jjk hcs: their favorite types of kisses

characters: reader x gojo, reader x geto

warnings: language (i have the mouth of a sailor sry)

AN: i am a geto apologist til the day i die argue w ya mama

also if u want another part w diff character lmk!!

SATORU GOJO

giving: a kiss to the top of YOUR eyelids

we all know that he has the most beautiful & powerful eyes of all time

but it’s your eyes that knock the breath out of him

no matter the color he thinks they’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen

in his mind your eyes overpower his any day

i mean your eyes are the only thing to ever have the ability to bring the strongest sorcerer to his knees

and besides your eyes are the first to ever see him

the real him

not gojo satoru, the honored one

or gojo satoru, the six eyes

you just see, him, satoru

the satoru that hogs the blankets at night

the satoru that lets a few tears slip during romance movies but you better not bring it up bc “no i just got something in my eyes!!”

the satoru that adopted two children at 16 and had no idea what he was doing but did a damn good job at it

the satoru that loves you because you see the things that other people wouldn’t be bothered to see

receiving: a kiss to the underside of his jaw

this is a tall ass man

so it’s unlikely (but ofc always possible) that you’re tall enough to plant a kiss on his cheek without him bending down for you to reach

big tall man make me go brrrrr

he will bend down for u ofc

after teasing u to death

but he thinks it’s much cuter to see you stand on ur tip toes to give him a kiss

plus he’s hot, he knows he’s hot

i can hear his annoying ass rn, “cmon babe you gotta be careful kissing me there! this jawline is sharp enough to cut steel”

like yea.. it is.. but shut the fuck up an lemme kiss u some more

i love him

SUGURU GETO

giving: a kiss on your forehead

I LOVE HIM HE WOULD NEVER DO ANYTHING TO HURT ANYONE EVER I KNOW BECAUSE HE TOLD ME SO

ahem… anyways

sweetheart of sweethearts!!

he’s a lil more reserved when it comes to PDA but not to the point where he’s not gonna show you affection

he’s just not the typa person to have a full on make out sesh with you in the hallway if ykwim

but he will plant a kiss in the middle of your forehead after he walks you to your next class

oh y’all just finished a mission and you’re going back to your dorm to take a nap?

1. bold of you to assume he’s not coming with you and kissing you on the forehead before y’all fall asleep together all cuddled up

2. if he’s not taking a nap with you, he’s tucking you into bed and leaving a kiss on your forehead before he leaves your room

id marry him cause he’s never done anything wrong in his entire life

receiving: a kiss to the top of his knuckles

HE WOULD RECEIVE KISSES EVERYWHERE IF IT WERE FROM ME

again… ahem.. anyways

jujitsu sorcery in the wise words of nanami kento “SUCKS”

it sucks

and he uses his hands to fight and kill allegedly on the daily

his hands have been covered in blood

his hands have brought death upon people no they haven’t

so for you to kiss them?

geto takes it as a declaration of undeniable, unfaltering loyalty and love

which it is obviously

it means a lot to him

and sometimes when his doubts get to him and he thinks he’s unworthy of someone like you…

press a kiss to the top of his knuckles and those thoughts and insecurities disappear

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𝐻𝒶𝓉𝓇𝑒𝒹 (𝒱𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝑀𝒾𝑔𝓊𝑒𝓁 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇)

Kinktober Day 31: Free day

Yeah its gangbang time! IM FINALLY FREEEEEEEEEE

I had to colorcode them because i wasnt sure how to separate the Miguel apart but if anyone have a better ides to seperate them i will appreciate it.

Yeah they’re the miguel from the last four story. As you can tell they all ended in angst :)

Orgin Miguel is the Miguel from bestfriend, but he’s like from (Y/N) Orgin universe

Thats it have fun

Also very bad at writing gangbang

Warning: gangbang, knot, hate sex, a few toxic behaviors? etc, etc you get the point not for kid

Genre: filthy filthy smut

Word Count: 3266

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How fast can love turn to hate?

That was a question Miguel never thought about till he met you, well Miguel never even thought about love till he met you.

If you were to ask him that question then, he would have answered never.

How could he ever hate you?

You could hurt him all you want and he will forgive you.

You were his everything and deep down Miguel knows that between you and the multiverse, he will pick you each and every time.

Without you, he’s nothing.

How naive he was back then.

If you were to ask him this question now, he would tell you a decade.

A decade of sleepless nights and a decade of wondering why it had to be you.

He knew you couldn’t help it and it was for the greater good.

But why did it have to be you?

Why did you have to leave him alone in a multiverse without you?

A multiverse where you’re doomed to die and he is destined to lose you.

A decade was all it took for that love and despair to change into anger and hate.

You were his everything and you left him.

You promised to never leave him, but you did and left him a broken mess.

He will never forgive you.

He will find you again and he will make you pay for leaving him behind.

Even if it meant stealing you away from the Multiverse, even if it meant destroying every universe in his path.

Miguel would stop at nothing to have you once more.

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You open your eyes confused out of your mind as you stare into the darkness.

W-where am I? D-didn’t I die? Wait… how did I die?

You let out a loud groan as you felt a splitting pain in your head.

Your brain filled with fragmented memories of various past incarnations.

Of pain, love, and loss.

But most importantly…

You squint your eyes, the light stinging your eyes as the door opens.

“Miguel?”

"Welcome back from the dead, mi amor. We promise you will never leave us again."

Came several voices all dripping with desire and wants.

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You were pushed onto the ground by the different Miguels, you couldn't even fight back, still confused and dazed from what was happening.

"Welcome home, mi amor," Origin! Miguel said softly, a crazed look in his eyes as his fingers tracing lightly over your arm, sending shivers down your spine. "We missed you, and we'll make sure you never leave us again."

Your eyes widened as you felt their hands running up and down your body. Your body begins to flush and your eyes water as you try to stop them,

“W-wait guys stop…”

Your body still sensitive from being newly resurrected, and your mind trying to comprehend what’s happening.

You whimper as Miguel's fingers lightly trail over your sensitive skin, his touch brings you an unspeakable pleasure.

The other Miguels surrounded you, their hands clawing and tugging at your clothes, their fingers desperate to touch every inch of your skin.

You try to push them away, but the heat radiating from each of them seems to melt you from the inside. You want to fight back, but the familiarity of their touch, the intensity of their desires hold you prisoner to their love.

It felt like you were drowning in their love, their lust, and their anger.

“I-i will die…” you cried out terrified at what was about to happen,

Triggered by your comment Miguel grabbed your face pulling you up toward him, his eyes filled with rage, lust, and fear as he snarled out,

“You won't die, mi vida. We will fuck you until you can't remember your name or walk. Until you're drunk on our cock and can't do anything but have our cum dripping out of your tight little cunt. You will fucking live and be ours. You are mine, mi vida!”

You should be scared, you should be terrified.

But you love them.

Every single incarnation you have loved them.

Even though you were trapped and they are forcing themselves on you, you still love them.

“Are you okay, Miguel?” You asked quietly,

Miguel looks up at you, his eyes filled with pain, before being replaced with hatred again,

“You left us, mi vida… YOU LEFT ME ALONE!!!”

Origin! Miguel nipped your arm, his hand stroking your back gently a sharp contrast to his voice, dripping with malice,

“You made me forget you, (Y/N)…there weren't even memories that I could use to hold onto you, (Y/N)….”

Hybrid! Miguel wrapped his tail around your waist and nuzzled into your neck,

“What we’re going to do to you is nothing compared to the pain we went through, doctor…”

“Those mortals were nothing compared to you, mi diosa…”

“You are mine. I marked you, little hero, how could you leave?”

“You left us!”

Over and over again they repeated your broken promises, the promise of forever that were broken.

Their bodies tremble as they voice their pain, they need your love, your affection.

They were desperate for you, they needed you.

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“Tell me little hero, how many cocks do you think your body can take? Because we're all gonna have our fun with you.”

Origin! Miguel pulled you into his arms when he saw how terrified you were at the prospect,

“When we’re done with you, you won’t be able to move…..You won’t be able to walk, you won’t even be able to think…. But we will be here for you, keeping you safe….”

You shook your head and desperately reached out your hand for Miguel,

“It won't fit… All of you won't fit inside me…”

Hybrid! Miguel grabbed your hand and bit down drawing blood,

“Don’t try looking at him for help, he was the one that orchestrated this.” His voice dripping with jealousy at the aspect that you trust someone more than him,

“We will be gentle,” God! Miguel mumbled as he kissed the side of your neck,

“Doubt it, I want to break her as fast as I can.”

You look up at them your eyes watery trying your best to win some mercy from them, but Miguel just looks at the other before saying,

“Prep them a little with your fingers or tongue before doing anything. We don't want to break her…yet”

Villain! Miguel rolled his eyes and said,

“They’re a wet little thing, they’re practically dripping wet by this point.”

But Villain! Miguel lets go of you and gets ready to prep you for the rest of the night as you tremble in fear.

You let out a loud groan as Miguel pulled you into a rough kiss, his hand wrapping tightly around your neck choking you as he shoved his tongue down your throat.

Hybrid! Miguel grinned as he watched your eyes tear up from the kiss, tracing his tongue across your skin and biting at your shoulder.

The hybrid took his time, his tongue rough as he dragged it across your sensitive skin, causing you to whimper and writhe beneath them.

After all those years apart, that line between love and obsession is so deliciously blurred.

As he bit into your shoulder, the other Miguels didn’t waste their time.

God! Miguel fingers reached between your legs, feeling the dampness that seeped between your thighs.

You moan pitifully into the kiss, every muscle tightening as you try to hide your arousal.

Before you could fully drown in his kiss, there was a sudden sharp pain in your thigh. Villain! Miguel bit your thigh as he pulled your leg apart so God! Miguel could better push his fingers into you.

Your body arched, clenching onto his fingers and you tried to push them away, but your hand was grabbed by Origin! Miguel who wrapped his tongue around your fingers.

You panted as Miguel let go of you, your face red and sticking out your tongue to breathe as your body trembled with pleasure.

“S-stop….” every single part of your body seems to be licked or bitten by one Miguels or another,

“Relax, mi diosa… if we don't stretch you out a little you won't be able to take all of us…” God! Miguel purred as he curled his fingers deep inside you, drawing out an painful orgasm from you,

You let out a loud whine and your body arched upward, but Miguel pushed your body down forcefully. He wrapped his hand around your breast, kneading it roughly and swirling his tongue around your nipple.

Hybrid! Miguel grin as he watches your body clenched around God! Miguel fingers, the carpet under you wet with your juice and sweat.

“Just let us fuck you stupid, doctor” Hybrid! Miguel lick up your stomach, placing kisses on your stomach as he slipped his hand into your wet cunt, thrusting his fingers inside you with God! Miguel finger, “…you owe it to us for leaving us after all…”

“T-too much…” you cried out struggling to get away,

“I don't care if it’s too much, I want your mouth on my cock. I want to see how far your throat can stretch around me.” Villain! Miguel murmured into your ears as he shoved his fingers into your mouth, “How much of my cock do you think your pretty little mouth can take, little hero?”

You couldn't answer only gagging around his fingers as you felt your body being stretched as the Hybrid! Miguel pulled his fingers out of you so God! Miguel could slip his tongue inside your wet fold.

“It feels good, doesn't it? Don't worry we’re just warming you up, we’ll get you ready for the real thing…”

For the next hour, you were reduced to a babbling leaking mess as they competed with each other to see who can get you to cum the most.

There wasn't a single part of your body that wasn't kissed, licked, touched, or bitten in some way as they used your body to its contents.

Your chest and ass were littered with scars from their claws. Your cunt was stretched and overstimulated as they each took turns eating your out. By the time they were done prepping you, you were overstimulated to the point you couldn’t even think and begged for them to stop.

“Look at you, reduced to a whimpering mess, mi amor,” Origin! Miguel said as he reached over and pushed your leg apart exposing your wet cunt further to the rest of the Miguels,

They looked at each other, a dark look passing over their eyes as a silent agreement was made.

Origin! Miguel picked you up slightly and turned you around so you were now straddling him. Your body trembled in fear as you felt what was about to happen.

Twisting your head to the side Villain! Miguel looked into your dazed eyes and said,

“I told you I will see how much of my cock your mouth can take~” before grabbing your head and shoving his cock into your mouth,

You gagged almost immediately as his cock hit the back of your throat, tears falling from your eyes, Origin! Miguel looked up with a slight frown,

“Let her adjust a little…” reverting to your caring best friend for a split second as he watches your pitiful form,

Villain! Miguel let out a crazy laugh still forcing his cock down your throat as he said, “Like hell I will, their mouth is so tight and warm it's like they’re made for this…” he looked at Miguel and Origin! Miguel for a second before continuing, “…if I remember right you guys are the only one who haven't fucked her before, right? Spoiler, their body is made to be fuck and destroyed~”

His voice dripped with contempt as he said that.

None of them were happy with sharing you, having only resorted to this because they have to and it's showing.

Villain! Miguel’s words enraged the rest of the Miguels and they all looked like they were going to punch him.

Miguel glared at him coldly, his protectiveness over you showing through the hate, “They’re not a toy for you to abuse, we can use them like one but we're not going to treat them like one.”

Origin! Miguel rubbed your back soothingly trying to comfort you,

“At least they love us, unlike someone who never even got a promise before they died.”

That comment hit a sore spot and Villain! Miguel immediately pulled out of your mouth allowing you to breathe before attempting to attack Origin! Miguel,

“I killed all the villains so I can have her to myself, I don't mind killing you too…” he hissed as he was held back by Hybrid! Miguel,

God! Miguel looked down at you as you wrapped your hand around your neck coughing and your eyes teary, before kneeling down and wiping away the saliva from your chin,

“Mi Diosa, you left me…” his voice gentle, bringing you back memories of how he used to protect you against all harm,

“I'm sorry…you guys were more important to me than myself…” you said quietly your voice hoarse,

Miguel hears your voice and turns to you with a cold anger in his eyes. “You don’t understand. You don’t know what it felt like to watch you die. To not be able to do anything as I watch you disappear in front of me, (Y/N). I would rather die with you than live alone.”

As he said that a heavy silence fell in the room. Villain! Miguel stopped struggling against Hybrid! Miguel as he watched you, his eyes filled with anger and desperation. Origin! Miguel wrapped his arm around you tightly pushing you into his chest, you felt something wet falling onto your shoulder.

“A decade, (Y/N). A decade of my life missing. Then another decade and a half spent wondering why there is a hole in my heart, desperately searching for a person no one remembers…” Origin! Miguel bit into your neck, “…how could you be so cruel, mi amor…”

“I’m sor- gah!” you started apologizing before your body froze and you felt him shoving his cock into your tight cunt,

Origin! Miguel eyes seemed to glow red as he bit into your neck drinking your blood as he mumbled,

“…this is your punishment for leaving me…”

The rest of the Miguels seemed a little concerned over Origin! Miguel's sudden aggression as he brutally fucked into you. Except for Miguel who simply got behind you and started slowly pushing his cock into your ass.

“F-fuck! I-it hurts stop please!” You cried out desperately your body rigid with pain as you felt both of your entrances being stretched open, your eyes rolling into the back of your head, gasling in pain as they thrust into you,

“Are you sure we’re the violent ones?” Villain! Miguel asked as he watched the scene unfold in front of him,

Before he shrugged and then walked toward you tilting your head up again, your face wet with tears.

“I will be gentle this time, little hero…” Opening your mouth again he shoved his cock down your throat, groaning as he felt your throat tighten around him, your whimper sending vibrations up his cock,

God! Miguel and Hybrid! Miguel looked at each other before each grabbing one of your hands and wrapped it around their cock using your hand to satisfy themselves as they waited for their turn.

Your body flushed as you felt their hand wrapping around your breast kneading them roughly, your hand barely able to wrap around their large cock as they used your hand to satisfy them.

Origin! Miguel gripped your waist tightly as he ram into your tight cunt swearing as he fucked into you ignoring how much pain you were in,

“Such a tight little cunt for me we’re not letting you go (Y/N) not until we have our fill of you and break you down till you're begging us to fill you over and over again…”

Villain! Miguel hissed as he felt your throat tighten around him, using his hand he choke you feeling his cock through your throat before saying,

“..someone’s a little excited.”

Miguel splayed his hand over your stomach and pushed down on the cock bulge and with a muffled scream you cum onto Origin! Miguel cock.

“So fucking sensitive…” Miguel groaned as he felt your body wrapping tightly around his cock,

“We’re going to stuff you full of our cum until you can never walk again. Until you will never think of sacrificing yourself ever again…”

It didn't take long for you to completely lose track of whos fucking you and who’s using what part of your body. All you can tell is you’re being filled over and over again.

Your stomach was filled with cum and more is dripping out of you before being stuffed back into you. Yet there was still more that coated your body.

Your throat was raw and both of your entrances were swollen and puffy as they pounded into you.

One of your legs is hooked onto someone's shoulder while the other one is in someone else's hand. Your body was bent to the extreme so they can use your body to the max.

Someone kissed you exploring your mouth, while someone nibbled on your chest. Sucking your nipple roughly as though they expected you to lactate if they suck on it hard enough.

They were pulling you down into the abyss of their dark twisted love…

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“Please… I’m sorry! Please, please, please stop!!!”

You cried out dazedly as they kept pounding into you deeper and deeper, your body was being overwhelmed. But they weren't stopping, at least, not yet…

One of them pulled you close and kissed the tears off your face…

“Oh, my little hero…You’re so adorable when you beg…”

He let out a soft chuckle and looked at you, whispering darkly

“I think I might just keep going…”

“Remember how I promised I would never hurt you? It seems I can’t keep every promise I make…”

"I won't stop mi amor…. You hurt me. You promised you'd be with me, you promised me forever.”

“You have always wondered what my claws can do, haven't you? Well, it's time for you to find out…” Your body convulsed as you felt him clawing at your inside,

He ignores your begging as he watches you sob and struggle against him.

“Stop crying so much doctor,” he chuckles before whispering to you. “The louder you cry, the more excited I get.”

Your leg spasms as you feel his knot inflating inside you, plugging you up.

“Oh, mi diosa... Oh, how much I've missed you,” he whispered in a low and sultry tone, his voice dripping with lust.

“How long I've wanted to possess you, body and soul again…”

“Fuck your so tight… it's like you don't want me to pull out, Doctor…”

The room was filled with nothing but the sound of skin slapping against skin, grunting, and whimpering as they used you.

They will do anything to keep you with them.

And if it means fucking you till you won't ever consider leaving them again, so be it…

#no i don’t have problems #reader insert #reader smut #x reader #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel smut #miguel x y/n

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