#Hunger games x reader lemon

[ham1lton]

glue song.

pairings: oscar piastri x childhood gf!reader.

faceclaim: rayan.xasan on ig <3

summary: after looking at some old photo albums, you stumble across an old photograph of your first love. you post it online and internet sleuths attempt to track him down.

author’s note: this was based on the interaction between that one girl and the other girl she met on the cruise. if you know, you know. i thought that would be a cute smau. ignore any spelling mistakes pls 😁😝

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liked by user1, oscarpiastri and 124,893 others.

yourusername: jetlag isn’t too bad when your besties takes you straight from the airport to your favourite restaurant.

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user19: omg is she going to meet oscar?

-> user2: she had a life before oscar lmfao. it could be a brand trip or a holiday.

bestie1: girl u almost fell asleep into ur ramen. how embarrassing 😬

-> yourusername: don’t expose me !! i was tired and the ramen looked comfy.

-> bestie2: it’s okay!! that’s why we’re here to stop you being enticed by sleepy noodles. <3

user9: where did u get ur hat!! so cute!!

-> yourusername: i made it myself!! i can send u the pattern if you’d like?

-> user9: yes please!! :)

-> yourusername: dmed u the pattern love! 🫶🏾💕

user6: she’s actually so cute. her and oscar need to date.

*liked by oscarpiastri*

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yourusername: shout out to oscar from australia. ig he isn’t too bad of a date.

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oscarpiastri: not too bad? high praise from you.

-> yourusername: you know it 🤭

-> oscarpiastri: i’m assuming this means date 2 is on the cards?

-> yourusername: … perhaps

-> oscarpiastri: text me :)

-> user67: i feel like we’re intruding on a moment here…

user1: NOOOO WE LOST HER

user7: at least oscar is a good photographer.

-> user8: i think she’s just insanely photogenic 😭

user9: curly haired y/n is my fav y/n!!!

bestie2: orange is cute but the red top would have been cuter.

-> yourusername: i’ll wear it tomorrow just for you <3

-> oscarpiastri: not even for me?

-> bestie1: back off koala 🤨👎🏼 she was ours first!

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oscarpiastri: a quick update on oscar from australia and y/n from (your country).

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landonorris: not you soft launching?!

-> user1: you wouldn’t know what thats like would you? chronically online and single 🤣

-> landonorris: HELLO???? 😭😭

logansargeant: where is my thanks for letting you know about the tweet 🤨

-> oscarpiastri: thanks.

-> logansargeant: not good enough. i was thinking maybe a mansion? or at least a private jet. perhaps even a small country….

user7: THE LAST PIC!!)?2&292!

-> user12: do i wanna be him or her….

bestie2: told u the red was the best option yourusername 💕 ur glowing!!!

-> bestie1: BOOOOOOO 👎🏼 (u look good!!)

yourusername: when did you even take the first pic? i didn’t even notice 😭

-> oscarpiastri: when you were explaining the lore behind the hunger games series. you’re cute when you’re passionate.

-> user98: ‘YOU’RE CUTE WHEN UR PASSIONATE’ IM SLEEPING WITH THE FISHES TONIGHT 😭😭😭

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[sonicblueartist]

What about a one-shot or just a suggestive story where Shadow takes advantage of y/n?

A/n: I'm probably gonna get all the fans' attention with this one huh? I normally don't write anyone but Tails but I am making an expection for some reason today. Have a good read I guess! Idk why I write what I write today XD Sorry for the long wait.

I left you guys in a cliffhanger. hah! idk if I would continue tho

Masterlist

Pairings: Shadow x Reader

They/them // She/her // He/him // Other

Summery; Eggman made a new weapon out of Shadow. Let's see what it is

Warnings: smut, lemon, suggestive themes, blood, marking, biting, tearing flesh, attempted rape

Word Count: 1371

Btw does anyone want to be in the tag list?

As your eyes flickered over him in fear, you were instantly struck by the sharp and scary aura emanating from his breathtaking violet eyes. Shadow stood before you, his chest heaving rapidly as if he had just completed a long and demanding marathon. His fur was damp, drenched in sweat, and his claws peeked out menacingly from his gloves. His fangs were visible, adding to the unnerving sight that confronted you. But what puzzled you most was the absence of any evidentiary explanation for his condition, except for one haunting phrase that echoed in your mind.

"What do you think is the most natural instinct of an animal, the most wild and scary one?" Eggman's voice resonated in your head, reminding you of his words moments ago. "Their bloodlust? Hunger to stay alive? Maybe. But there is something else that is much *more* dangerous and entertaining. 'The will to do anything to death for their mate.' "

The memory of Eggman's sinister revelation half an hour ago flooded your mind. You hadn't expected this game of catch to turn into something so disturbing. Though you had managed to catch your breath, your heart still raced uncontrollably, struggling to make sense of the unsettling situation unfolding before you.

Your eyes widened in fear as Shadow took deliberate steps toward you, raising the possibility of him falling victim to Eggman's trap, turning against his friends. A sense of terror gripped you, leaving you feeling trapped with no way to escape. Desperately, you scanned your surroundings, searching for an exit, but found nothing. You found yourself backed into a dead end.

"And to mate, of course." Your throat tightened as you heard Eggman's words reverberating in your mind. The realization struck you like a bolt of lightning—Shadow was hungry, thirsty for you. Eggman's twisted plans had successfully turned him, and now the true extent of Shadow' instincts became clear. No, this couldn't be true. Shadow wouldn't do this to you, would he? The shocking dishonor of Eggman's manipulation left you bewildered, unable to fathom the torment inflicted upon your friends.

"C-come on, Shadow. This isn't you," you started nervously, your voice shaking. "We both know that you don't wanna do this. Behave yourself! Think logically, like you always do! We're still in Eggman's base. He's playing with you, with your mind, your instincts! You are the ultimate life form, damn it! You can't just succumb to Eggman like that! There are Badniks running around, and if they find us, we're finished-"

Your plea was interrupted as Shadow forcefully pinned both his hands beside your head, a whimper left your lips in fear. A deep snarl escaping his lips as you attempted to slide away. Trapped between him and the wall, you realized the extent of his transformation. No longer the loyal companion you once knew, he approached you with predatory purpose, garnered by one sole instinct—breeding. You were left with a terrifying decision. Would you become the first to fall at his hands before the Badniks got to you?

After examining his prey's frightened face for a while, Shadow slowly lowered himself, his nose skimming along your neck. His actions mirrored those of a true animal, inhaling your scent as his salivating mouth revealed his primal desire for your presence. The sensation of his warm breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine, intensifying the horrifying nature of the situation.

Attempting to muster the strength to push him away, you fought against his grip, but his strength surpassed anything you could have imagined. Like an iron vice, his grasp held firm, rendering your efforts fruitless. In spite of the predicament you found yourself in, you couldn't help but be mesmerized by Shadow' well-built form, his muscles flexing in the most hypnotic manner.

You quickly shook away such distracting thoughts, forcing yourself to concentrate on finding a way out of this nightmare. Every fiber of your being screamed for escape as Shadow began to suckle at your neck and shoulder, exhaling his hot breath in sporadic bursts. The sounds he made only served to further ignite the blazing heat that reddened your face, flooding you with a mix of desire and terror.

Suppressing a moan, you desperately struggled to redirect your focus, your mind racing for an escape plan. Yet, how could you concentrate on anything other than the overpowering dominance Shadow exhibited? Pressed against the wall by his scorching body, each breath and moan he emitted only served to remind you of the pleasure he was experiencing.

Amidst his sloppy kisses and teasing nibbles, you fought fiercely against the sensations threatening to consume you, trying to maintain your composure. However, as Shadow momentarily eased the pressure of his body against yours, he replaced it with his leg pressed against your groin, effectively preventing any escape. The mix of pain and pleasure elicited a whine from your lips, pushing Shadow to suckle at your shoulder with renewed vigor.

Finally, he got bored and withdrew from his sloppy territory. The room grew suffocatingly silent as he moved his fangs along your throat, gently biting a few places, feeling your heartbeat increasing. He licked his lips and shifted his attention to your other shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses and sucking hungrily, leaving little marks. But it seemed like that wasn't enough for him anymore; he growled, as if yearning for something more primal.

With his fingers deeply entwined in your hair, he pulled, causing you to gasp, displaying your neck like a plate of meal to him. Without warning, he sank his teeth into your shoulder, his fangs piercing through your skin. Tears slipped from your eyes as you cried out in pain. He let your arms go and held you tightly from your waist, as you gripped his back for support. You closed your eyes, gritting your teeth, and unwillingly scratched his back in pain. It felt as though his teeth were digging deeper into your shoulder, testing your limits.

Shadow let out a pleasured sigh through his nose, not yet satisfied. He continued biting harder than before, his eyes closed as he let out an animalistic growl. The realization that he could break your neck in half if he wanted sent a shiver through your spine. He sucked your blood with such thirst leaving you weak as you sobbed silently, drinking and swallowing it all as if he hadn't had a drop in weeks.

Before things grew any wilder, he pulled back, a string of blood and saliva still connecting the two of you. Panting for air, he tried to lick all the blood flowing from his mouth with his tongue, his breath hot against your face. Your blood flowed from your shoulder to your chest.

Satisfied with the mark he left on you, Shadow now went for your lips. Gripping your form, he forced his lips onto yours, connecting them. You hesitated, not wanting to taste the disgusting blend of your blood and his saliva. He pulled your hair once again, and when you whimpered in pain, he immediately seized the opportunity and engaged in a fierce kiss, taking your breath away.

Your heart raced as his hand wandered across your body in a manner both unnerving and inquisitive. He marked his territory, staking claim to every inch of your being. Your mind battled to comprehend the situation, as your body responded to his predatory touch.

Fighting the rising panic, you summoned your inner strength you managed to wrap your arms around his shoulders in a desperate attempt to distract him. As your lips collided in a feverish kiss, you hoped to manipulate the situation to your advantage.

To your surprise, he welcomed your advances. He tilted his head, letting out a low, carnal moan. Sensing that this could be your one chance to regain control, you decided to play along. You pushed aside your feelings of self-disgust and harnessed your newfound determination.

As you passionately kissed, your mind churned, searching for an escape plan. With each stolen moment, you became acutely aware of his animalistic nature, his primal desires, and his desperate need to assert dominance. Yet, instead of submitting to the imminent danger, an idea began to form in your mind.

[ambiguouslady42]

Court

Nanami x Fem! Reader.

You are at your first-ever tennis match. Nanami Kento is also at this match. A chance encounter becomes one to remember.

Tags: Smut. Some choking.

Word Count: 2.5K

This is my first try at writing smut. It was inspired by attending the National Bank Open.

Minors DNI. I will block you.

You have never been to a tennis match in your life. You are very familiar with tournaments such as Wimbledon or the French Open. You have caught glimpses of the sport through television, but you are not that familiar with the rules. You are familiar with the unofficial dress code. People are dressed in crisp linens, khakis, dresses, skirts, and sweaters. It seems like you’re going to a garden party versus being a spectator. Due to the humid weather, you have opted for a form-fitting dress that accentuates your waist, your hips, and the firm ass of yours. Although, those are not the only assets that you possess. If people are talking to you, you must double-check that they are looking at your face and not below the neck. 

You carry an allure to yourself. Your perfume smells of sparkling fruit; it’s not overpowering, but it leaves a trail as you enter the venue. Further away from you is a VIP area. Those with the means to enjoy the comfort of watching the game indoors. Marble tables and chairs with cushions are placed everywhere. Visitors can enjoy the buffet. Kento Nanami doesn’t particularly feel interested in this. He feels a hunger for something else. Dressed in his notable khaki suit, blue shirt, and leopard-printed tie. It was appropriate for today’s activities. He was supposed to be accompanied to this event, but unfortunately, his date did not come. He was by himself enjoying an old-fashioned at the bar. 

Fortuitously, you decided to enter the VIP area to explore. You had free tickets to access the VIP area, plus the ability to sit courtside. You approach the bar and notice the gentleman standing next to you. However, you wait before you can start a conversation. You flag the bartender, and order your drink:  “whiskey sour, please.”

You notice that Nanami’s scent is that of lemon, rosemary, and bergamot. It was lovely. You feel a sudden attraction to this. However, you do not want to make the first interaction. You slowly sip your drip and look at your phone. He notices your scent. It’s alluring to him and he catches a glimpse of your outfit for today’s occasion. He can notice your assets and wonders if you’re alone. You catch him looking as you use your peripheral vision. At this point, this almost feels like a game of cat and mouse.

“Can I help you?” you ask. 

Nanami is surprised that you were quickly able to notice his glance. He maintains his composure. “Not at all, I apologize if I startled you. ” 

Noticing that you have embarrassed him slightly you relax and approach him. “I apologize. I’m alone and I wasn’t expecting to be spoken to today”. 

“Oh, why is that?”

“Well, I was supposed to be here with a friend, but she wasn’t able to come. I didn’t want to waste these tickets. I suppose I can stay indoors and watch the game from here, but that would be ridiculous.”

“Where are you supposed to be seated?”

“Courtside” you respond.

“That’s a coincidence. I’m also going to be seated courtside. I was supposed to have a companion today, but I was stood up.”

“I find that very hard to believe. Based on your appearance, I find it hard for you to ever be stood up.”

“What about my appearance?”

You begin to blush slightly. “Well, you look rather dashing in your suit. I must say that your scent is also quite alluring, so even if you do not have a date, I doubt that you’ll have a challenging time meeting someone today.”

Nanami is taken aback by how forward you are. He is intrigued, but he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable. “Are you alone?”

“For today, I am. I wouldn’t mind some company.” 

“My name is Y/N L/N. What is yours?”

“Nanami Kento. It’s a pleasure” He grasps your hand for a firm handshake. You like the grip of his hand. However, you are the first to let go. 

You both finish your drink in silence. “Would you care for another?” he asks. 

You give him a coy smile. “Are you buying?”

“I could if you’d like.”

“No thank you. I think I will suffice with just one. I’d like to walk around the VIP area if that’s alright.”

“That’s perfectly okay.” He offers you his arm. You gladly take it. 

As you begin to walk around the venue, he glances at your face. He notices the red lipstick that’s around your plump lips. He wonders what it would be like to kiss lips like yours. You look up to him and just smile at him. You look away immediately. His ears turn slightly pink, but you don’t notice. You do begin to feel a warmth on your face, but you maintain your composure. You notice a booth. It’s to enter the Grand Open in Monte Carlo next year.

“Would you like to sign-up?” Nanami asks. 

“Maybe. I’ve dreamt of going to the Italian southside. I’ve always wanted to go on a boat in the Italian waters. Have you ever been?”

“I have not. I’ve been to Malaysia. Beautiful beaches. The water feels amazing too.” 

“I’d never been to the beaches. I guess i’ll just have to see someday.” 

“Let’s both sign-up. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Sure why not. And what will you do if you win?” 

“There’s a lovely individual that i just met. I would hope that she would be my date. How about you? What will you do if you win?”

“I’ll be going with a dashing individual. He seems like the perfect gentleman.”

Nanami gives you a reassuring wink. You both sign-up for the open. 

“If anything happens, you’ll be the first to know.” you reassure him.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

You take his arm back as you now realize it’s time to get to your courtside seats for the match. As you are making your way to the stadium, he allows you to get ahead of him in the narrow staircase up to the stands. As you’re making your way, you begin to feel self-conscious about the choice of outfit. However, he cannot help to take a glance at the view that he’s able to take. He clears his throat as you both approach the level. You pass a nearby elevator and notice that no one is there.

“Is there something the matter?” he asks.

“Oh no. Not at all.” You take his arm and continue to walk towards your seats.

Coincidentally, both of you are seated right next to each other. Your knees are able to touch, but you make sure to remain calm and collected. Nanami proceeds to cross his legs. You place your arms on your lap. The sun is shining and you put on your sunglasses. You are able to catch a glance of at his stoic figure. You imagine what it would be like to run your hands through his carefully combed hair. He turns to look at you and you just proceed to just smile at him. He smiles back. He’s beginning to imagine what it would be like to kiss you. He can smell your perfume now that you’re sitting very closely to each other. 

“I’m pretty interested to see today’s match. This is my first time being at a game.”

“Oh I agree. I heard the American player is a force to be reckoned with.”

“I’ve heard she’s won her titles. She’s already made a name for herself. I’m sure her competitor will be fierce competition.” 

“Agreed. The match is about to start.” Nanami says as he faces forward.

Without thinking too much about it, Nanami’s hand grazes your knee. He’s about to move it as he notices that you take a deep breath, but you gently place your hand on top of his. You interlace your fingers with his. 

You begin to feel excited. You just met this man, but you feel prepared to do just about anything. The match begins. There are three sets of a total of 6 matches that need to be won. The first set began, but the competition got intense midway through. You begin to brush your thumb on his hand. You felt tense as you were rooting for the American to win. She was already world-recongized and you wanted her to win. However, you did not want to get too boastful next to the perfect gentleman. 

“Excited much?” he asked. “Don’t worry, it’s actually cute.”

“Just cute?” You ask.

“No. However, i don’t think this is the time or the place to discuss this.” he whispers into your ear. You begin to feel aroused by his voice. You don’t respond. At this point, you began remembering about the elevator that was nearby. You keep your eyes on the match.

Nanami begins to focus on the match as well. He starts to notice the grunting of both players playing. He starts to caress your knee just a little more, and slowly lifts the dress slightly above your knee. You slow him down and whisper to him “I don’t think this is the place to be sneaking around. Although, I know of a place where we can.” 

He leans closer to you. You can feel his breath on your neck. “And where might that be?”

“Meet me by the elevator in the next 5 minutes.” you whisper back. You slowly make your way up and straighten your dress. Nanami takes one final look as you walk away. He glances at his watch. He begins to time himself. He straightens up his tie and combs back his hair with his hands. He takes a mint before he makes his way to the elevator.

You are glancing at your watch. You notice how particularly quiet this area is. However, you do notice that there are people just walking by. You see Nanami approaching. You heart begins to race. Once he approaches you, you feel like your heart is going to burst. Without speaking a word.Nanami takes your hand and you push the button to the elevator. It opens. You turn around to make sure nobody is nearby. The elevator closes. You press it to level 3. Nanami is quick to press the emergency stop button.

He suddenly wraps his arm around your waist and you wrap your arms around his neck. He places a soft kiss upon your lips. You immediately laugh. “You just got lipstick on yourself.” 

“Who cares”. 

He notices that you took your glasses off. He loves the colour of your eyes. You also notice that he took off his glasses. You love his brown, hazel eyes. They were beautiful to look at.

He proceeds to deepen his kiss. You moan as you feel him. You proceed to run your fingers through his hair. You begin to feel his tongue. You begin to gently bite his lower lip. He begins to moan. His hands are no longer on your waist. He begins to travel them towards your ass. He squeezes it as you begin to fall into the trance of his kiss. You begin to pull his tie towards you and he proceeds to kiss your neck. It starts with small, tender kisses, but moves to gentle love bites. He takes off his jacket and you begin to feel his biceps. You feel further aroused as you feel his muscles. 

Wasting no time, he begins to lift up your dress. He continues to move his hands towards your ass. He starts to caress his fingers to feel your skin. He slowly begins to slide your panties off. You begin to losen his tie and unbutton a few of his buttons. You press small gentle kisses on his chest. 

With gasps in between “I’ve wanted you all afternoon…” you whisper in his ear.

“I knew i wanted you the moment we were at the bar.” He begins to slide his fingers into your sex. You begin to moan, but he proceeds to kiss you. “Shhhh, you don’t want anyone to hear us…” 

“I guess i’ll need a way to make me shut up.”

Nanami proceeds to kiss you. You moan as he deepens his kiss. His fingers are beginning to slide between your pussy and your clit. You can’t tell which part feels amazing, but as you’re moaning, he keeps silencing it with a stolen kiss. 

“I…need you now…” you whisper to him.

“I know sweetheart. I can tell that you’re ready for me. Your pussy is so wet for me.”

“Yes…Nanami”. 

“It’s Kento” as he whispers and proceeds to bite your ear. 

You unbuckle his belt and his pants. He quickly slides his pants and underwear. You see his cock exposed. You proceed to grab his cock and slowly massage it. 

“Do…you…want me?” you whisper into his ear.

“Yes, sweetheart. I’m ready to make you mine” 

He lifts you up and he slides his cock inside of you. As he notices that you grab on to his arms, he begins to give you another kiss as you moan. Each thrust, he can feel your moans getting harder to suppress with every kiss that he shares with you. 

“Ken…fuck me…harder” you whisper.

He slams you harder against the elevator wall. As you wrap your arms around him and kiss his cheek and his neck, you further lock your legs around him. He begins to thrust harder and faster. 

“Will you fuck me like this…in Monte Carlo?” you ask him

“Sweetheart, I’ll fuck you when I take you out to dinner.”

“When?”

“Tomorrow night. I know a place.” 

As your next moan is approaching, he steals another kiss. “Mmm, it’s a date…Ken”.

Nanami begins to softly choke you as he is thrusting. You suddenly begin to hear someone outside of the elevator “i think it’s broken…hmm?”

“Oh…fuck…Ken…people are outside.”

“Shh…sweetie.” He begins to choke you just a little harder; you release one final moan and Nanami begins to cum. He takes one final kiss as your releasing your final orgasm. You can an feel him cumming inside of you. In this moment, you are his, and he is yours. 

With one final kiss, he slowly sets you down. You straighten your dress and he begins to buckle his pants.

“You have lipstick all over you.” as you approach to turn off the emergency stop. 

Nanami grabs his handkerchief to remove the lipstick smeared all over him. “At least i’ll have the memory of this.” 

As the elevator approaches the third floor. “I’ll meet you downstairs. This elevator seems to be broken, eh?” 

“Yes, i’m sure your companion must be wondering where his lovely date went.” 

“He won’t mind. He promised me to take me on another date tomorrow.”

Nanami feels enthralled by you. He knows that he will wine and dine you tomorrow. Later, he will make love to you before he fucks you. He hopes that he can do the same in Monte Carlo the following year.

[quin-ns]

E = Explicit | * = Dark themes

Bullet Train

Tangerine x Reader

Crazy For You (E)

Summary: you sneak onto the bullet train to wish tangerine good luck in your own way

Safe House

Summary: lemon and tangerine break into your safe house, not expecting you to be there. it’s lucky that you are, especially for tangerine

DCEU

Rick Flag x Reader

Stay With Me

Summary: harley is sure colonel flag has a thing for you, but you’re not so sure. then, when the mission turns sideways and you get hurt, everything changes

Marvel

Eddie Brock x Reader

Fix It

Summary: venom is very grumpy when you leave after a fight with eddie, so he tries to help eddie get you back

Kang the Conqueror x Reader

Inevitable

Summary: you don’t know kang, but he knows you

Peter Parker x Reader

My Safe Place (is Next to You)

Summary: after being outed as spider-man, peter’s life has become a mess. he finds solace with you

Scream

Ethan Landry x Reader

Fake Blood (E)

Summary: spoiler: the blood isn’t fake. alone in your apartment after your friends had been attacked, you ask ethan to stop by. he does in an unexpected way and you get more than you bargained for

Whispers

Summary: request: “fluff w/ ethan Landry where he thinks she’s asleep so he whispers I love you…”

The Hunger Games

Coriolanus Snow x Reader

Always Forever (E*)

Summary: coriolanus finally lets himself acknowledge that he can’t stand to see you with anyone but him

Eventually (E*)

Summary: coriolanus could appreciate irony, but the one person he desires more than anything wanting nothing to do with him pushes him to new territory

Breaking Bad

Saul Goodman x Reader

Taking Care

Summary: after jesse beats up saul you help fix him up

The Boys

Soldier Boy x Reader

The Bet (E)

Summary: butcher leaves you to keep on eye on soldier boy and things become interesting when a deck of cards gets involved

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[mrsmikaelsxn]

Wife With Migraines Headcanons

masterlist

pairing: rafe cameron x female reader

warnings: migraines, fluff, kisses, cuddling

summary: headcanons on how rafes deals with his wife's migraines - requested by anon

a/n: hi love! thanks for the request and i'm so sorry this took so long, enjoyyyy

song: i think we're alone now - tiffany

♡ migraines were common for you, unfortunately, but rafe doesn't mind at all

♡ sometimes when they get so bad you can't get out of bed, he will cancel everything just to stay and cuddle with you

♡ he goes with you to doctor appointments for them and makes sure they are doing everything they can

♡ he will also go out and buy anything he knows that you love, that goes from foods to even jewlery

♡ he knows how sometimes it makes you dizzy and he strokes your hair as you squint your eyes shut trying to stop the world from spinning

♡ he always has water for you, sometimes he adds lemon if you are in the mood for it

♡ rafe enjoys giving you massages while you lay in the bed as you relax

♡ he read from somewhere that slowly drinking a caffeinated drink helps, so he buys you your favorite coffee

♡ he is always peppering your face with kisses that make you giggle to lighten your mood

♡ if you tell him that it isn't too bad and he can put the tv on, he will happily bingewatch your favorite movies with you (harry potter, disney movies, star wars, hunger games, etc...)

♡ he had topper buy a heating bad and bring it over the last time you had a migraine, you thanked rafe and apologized to topper but he just smiled at you and said it was no problem

♡ sometimes rafe knows that you want someone to talk to things about to distract yourself from the pain, so he will call his sister (your best friend) and she will come over to lay in bed with you as you gossip together

♡ he will make you breakfast in bed and will cook all of your favorite meals, he's the husband who makes pancakes with a smiley face made from whipped cream and cuts strawberries in the shape of hearts

♡ he will prepare a warm bath with essential oils that sarah bough you, he will also add a bath bomb once and awhile

♡ he loves when you lay your head on his lap in bed and so that he can practice braiding your hair

♡ lastly he says the worst jokes and cheesy pick-up lines just so that he can see you smile (it melts his heart)

[shmowder]

Your blog is making me want to replay Patho 2 again... I did play once on the intended difficulty, and then I replayed it afterwards on the easiest settings, doing everything and saving everyone and I'm ngl, that was some of the most fun I've ever had even though it wasn't quite in the spirit of the game haha

The so-called spirit of the game is this senior citizen wirh an overgrown 2000s anime boy haircut who shakes his cane at you sassily when you choose to only swallow a handful of razors as opposed to the razor muckbang the game offers.

I finished the game on the hardest difficulty

This was my first time playing the game ever. I straight up went to the intended difficulty, saved everyone, did everything, and never starved for a single day. I had 20+ Shmowders by the end. I was fully stocked on meat, I was fully stocked on homemade antibiotics and maxed the hospital shift each day.

All of that with only 3 Deaths

WHERE IS MY FUCKING CELEBRATION HUH? WHERE IS MY MEDAL? NO ONE THEW ME A PARTY, NO ONE INVITED BELLA HADID >:( MARK WASN'T IMPRESSED.

Fuck you Mark! ONE OF THOSE DEATHS WAS BULLSHIT YOU DUMB SLUT. YOU SPAWNED A GUY ON TOP OF ME WHILE I WAS PICKING UP HERBS, HOW THE FUCK DID HE ONE SHOT ME WITH FULL HEALTH HUH? YOU WHORE.

What I'm saying is. Look, we both finished the game on complete opposite extremes, yet we're both here. In a pathologic x reader blog on tumblr. We both had fun and shared a good understanding of the plot and characters. That's what matters. Everything else is just people patting themselves on the shoulder. You're the only one who will be impressed with the fact you beat the game flawlessly, and you're the only one who will be bothered by the fact you picked an easier difficulty

Because it's really not that different. To me, I have the kind of autism that makes games like pathologic smoother than water for me, I thrived on the ruthlessness of dark soul and did a no death run in darkest dungeon. But also. I absolutely suck at casual games, I can't play Stardew Valley unless I'm fully cheating, I can't for the life of me beat a single platforming game because I have a slow reaction speed.

Play Pathologic however you want! Ice-pick Joe isn't gonna pop from under your bed at 3am to beat you up with hammers. This is coming from the most tryhard difficulty elitism person there is in games.

Buttttt. I do recommend giving Pathologic classic HD a try. I promise anyone who beat Pathologic 2 on ANY difficultly will cuck tf out of the first game. There is no thirst! The vendors have unlimited money, and you can sell all of your trash to them! THE ECONOMY IS THRIVING I BOUGHT FOOD ON THE DAYS THE PRICES WERE SKYROCKETING BC I COULD AFFORD IT. I would've never financially recovered from buying food in P2 on any day that's not the first one. In P1, I rarely slept because I was deepthroating lemons and snorting coffee beans day and night since I could easily afford the health/hunger penalty.

Meanwhile, in P2, I'd save coffee beans to sell to get enough money to save up for army clothes.

The combat is so forgiving, the houses with good loot aren't the infected ones like in P2 but the burned ones! The AI in that game is so stupid you can trick plague clouds into disappearing if you stand still! You can glitch and jump over fences to take shortcuts through the town! YOU CAN SCAM THAT CUNT ANDREY STAMATIN FOR ENDLESS SHOTGUNS.

Lastly don't forget that 90% of the Pathologic fandom haven't even played any of the games at all. 70% probably never watched a single playthrough either and just video essays instead.

In the steam version of Pathologic 2, Only 10% of players who bought the game have ever reached the end.

10% !!! That's us there! Me and You! It doesn't matter how what matters is that we both did it while 90% of people gave up.

And the situation in the classic game is even more dire tbh-

Only 6% ever opened the game and made it through the first day. Only 3% ever made it to the last day.

So, really good on you for finishing the game! Good on me for finishing the game! WE DID IT! YAY! Someone really should give Bella Hadid a call.

Also, please do yourself a favour and ignore whatever the video essayist says about the difficulty of the games. They're good storytellers for building an interesting narrative to watch, but they're not good at videogames assessment. Each of their reasons is very personalised by their own experience and doesn't necessarily mean other people will struggle with the same issues. Don't listen to anyone who tells you picking an easy difficulty ruins the game either, Pathologic doesn't relay on its brutal gameplay to shine, it can more stand on its own as a narrative story walking game. If anything, it would probably shine better on easier difficulties when you have time to dig for context clues and plot without starvation breathing down your neck. I missed some flavour text quests because I was too stressed about balancing different objectives to do them or pay attention when something important was said.

[unknownglassesbitch]

Requests are open! <3

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Salutations everyone! So I'm a new writer but I've decided to give writing a go!

Fandoms I can write about:

Undertale/undertale au's

Ddlc (doki doki literature club)

Toh (the owl house)

Avatar the last air bender

Fnaf (five nights at freddys)

Ducktales

Wendell and wild

Mha (my hero academia)

Haikyuu

Danganronpa

Monster high

Helluva boss

Hazbin hotel

Encanto

Inside job

Q force

Dream smp/mcyt

Streamers/youtubers (like jacksepticeye, markiplier, ect.)

Slashers/horror movie characters

Tmnt (Teenage mutant ninja turtles)

Httyd (how to train your dragon)

Wednesday

Creepypasta’s

Td (total drama)

Mlp (my little pony)

Aphmau/my street

Mlb (miraculous lady bug)

Sander sides

Crk (cookie run kingdom)

Squid game

Baldi's basics

Aot (attack on Titan)

Cruella

Yandere simulator

Tpn (the promised neverland)

Dc super hero girls

Darling in the franxx

Turning red

Cup head

Depp (dead end paranormal park)

Mario

GTA

Gravity falls

Bluey (PLATONIC ONLY. Unless it's a ship of like bandit x

chilli or something like that)

Mean girls

Heathers

Sally face

Teen Titans

Hp (Harry Potter)

Dhmis (don't hug me I'm scared)

The incedibles/the incredibles 2

Pokémon (humans)

Guardians of the galaxy

Sea beasts

Family guy

Spider man into the spider verse

Rise of the guardians

The hunger games

Suicide squad

Shang chi and the legend of the 10 rings

Micheals vs machines

Maya and the three

What I will do:

Ships

X reader

Oc’s

Smut/lemon

Platonic

Angst

Fluff

What I won’t do:

Adult x minor (romance/smut)

Problematic ships

Minor/child/underaged smut/lemon

Write about homophobia or racism

[oppositeurmama]

Baby, you can live your whole life holdin’ down (Cato X reader)

A/N - this contains smut btw! so if you’re not comfortable with that, don’t read besties <3

I sat in silence and watched the sky darken to black, as the pale moon hung high over the frothy clouds of grey. The train headed towards the capitol, a long stretch of land that comprised of tall white buildings made of glass, concrete and marble. Above my head, the crystal chandelier swung, and tinkled lightly like the wind-chimes back home. i was from district 2 and, altough the finery wasn't foreign, it still felt unnatural. I looked down at my hands and chewed my nails, spat them on the clean floor, and felt even my prescene made the train carriage feel dirty.

"You shouldn't do that." Cato warned, turning his head to face me. He'd came out of the shower with only the white towel wrapped around his trim waist, and his damp hair hung floppy over his forehead. "If someone attacks you, you can gouge their eyes out."

I picked up a slice of dry toast and chewed, then swallowed. It stuck to the back of my throat and i reached for the glass of orange juice. I drank it down in four quick gulps, wiped my mouth with the back of my black sleeve, and smiled. I waved my hand in his face, the shorn nails too ugly for a tribute. "Too late."

Cato pushed my hand away from his face and grimaced. "Get your fuckin' hand out of my face, y/n."

I wrinkled my nose at him, glanced down at his torso and frowned. I stood up from the booth and grabbed the decanter of harsh malt whiskey that sat on the counter, snatched a fresh glass from the cabinet and set it down beside the decanter. I poured myself a large glass and glanced at him over my shoulder, "Get some clothes on then, asshole."

I heard loud footsteps behind me. Cato grabbed the glass out of my grasp and held it above my head. "You can't be drunk infront of the cameras." He warned, then jerked his head in the direction of the booth. I shook my head and reached for the glass. "Give me it." I demanded, pushing him in the chest. He barely stumbled, but he smiled. It was a mean smile, with sharp white teeth and dimples that danced. "Sit down, then."

"Fuck you." I spat, going back over to the booth. I crossed my arms over my chest and tilted my head up, nose stuck in the air indignantly. "Now give me the drink."

Cato studied me for a moment, his lower lip caught between his teeth. He shook the glass gently and some of the whiskey sloshed over the sides, onto the floor. His gaze was hot and burning and blue. He raised the glass to his lips and drank it down, to which i stood up. He stormed over, placed his hand on my shoulder and shoved me back down into the seat. "No, sweetheart. I told you to sit, so fuckin' sit down."

I glared at him. "You're an dick."

Cato cupped my face in one large hand, then turned my face to both sides, as though he was studying me like his favourite book. "Maybe." He admitted, holding my chin between his thumb and forefinger. "-But you love it, don't you?" He lowered himself until his warm breath fanned over my face, and he pressed his mouth against mine before i could shove him off. Though, i didn't want to shove him off. He tasted like sharp whiskey, and something more, maybe it was sin.

I knew what we were doing was wrong when he groaned, his hand moving away from my face to pick me up from the seat, and settled me on the floor. I squirmed beneath his bulk, and his face was inches from mine. I wrapped one arm around his neck and pulled him down, the wish to be covered completely by my district partner overwhelming. His lips met mine once more and his tongue slipped into my mouth. Beneath the towel, he was hard. I felt his length against my inner thigh and he parted, breathing heavy, my own chest rising and falling when Cato slipped his hand between our bodies and tugged down my trousers, practically ripping the black cloth from my body. The floor was cold beneath me, and i shivered, Goosebumps prickling my skin, nipples peaked from both the thrill and the chill in the room.

"Take your shirt off." He demanded, and i did it. I'd have done anything for him in that moment. I tugged my shirt over my head and he lowered himself atop me, his large hand running down my stomach and then between my legs, where he lowered himself and kissed a wet path with his hot, hungry mouth. From lips, to neck, to collarbone and to breast, he sucked a dark mark wherever he desired. And then he rested his lips above my mound, and tugged my black panties down with his teeth.

"Do you want this?" He wondered, his blonde brow furrowed. He never touched me with his fingers, down there. I think he knew i was a virgin, unsullied. I think he knew i wanted him inside me, though. And he was so big, i felt his warm length against my thighs, separated from my flesh by a mere snowy towel. I nodded, eagerly. "I want you." I admitted, threading my fingers through his tawny hair. He grinned and kissed my inner thigh, gentle. "I won't keep you waiting, sweetheart."

My heart raced, a desperate thundering like that of an ensnared rabbit; Thump, Thump, Thump.

Cato's mouth met my pussy and his tongue licked a long, hot stripe against my clit. I closed my thighs instinctively, and he parted them, his large hand on my hip, pressing me down into the cool floor. I raised my hips and kicked both my legs over his burly shoulders when he went to town on my cunt, devouring me whole, wrenching an orgasm through my parted lips. Cato's grip was bruising, and i exhaled sharply when he spoke darkly, his words sending vibrations straight to my clit. "Tell me you like it."

I gasped when he rubbed my clit with the calloused pad of him thumb. "I like it!"

He looked at me through his blonde eyelashes, his tongue darting out expertly to lick and lap at my dripping pussy, and my climax was inevitable. When he reached up to palm at my breast and pushed the bra aside, tweaking my nipple with his thumb and forefinger, i came. I sank my teeth into the palm of my hand and closed my eyes, hips bucking into his warm mouth, but he pinned me in place, smiling cruelly whilst he slipped two fingers inside my dripping hole. I fluttered around his thick fingers, the intrusion foreign, though not unwelcome. He let out a low grunt of approval to finding me slick.

"I'm gonna fuck you, now." He said, and gripped me by the chin to pull me in for another kiss. He'd pulled the towel off and my eyes widened when i saw the hard, huge cock between his thighs. I pressed my hands to his chest, felt the hard muscle beneath my fingertips and I whined against his lips. "-And you're going to love it."

He entered me quickly, without giving me time to adjust, and when i cried out, tears springing to my eyes, he wiped them away before they could fall. I shifted beneath him, my cunt raw and red with the harshness of his thrust, but he stilled me. Cato kept me in place with his bulk and his big hand, reaching down to slip between my legs, tweaked at my sensitive clit, because he wanted me to enjoy it.

I let my arms raise and fall over his shoulders, and he raised my thighs, instructed me to wrap them around his hips. I did it, i did everything he wanted, and he plucked another orgasm from me with his thumb on my clit, and his cock thrusting away angrily as though it had a personal hatred for my pussy. I clawed his back with my short, shorn nails and he grimaced, grunting in pleasure. "Fuck, this pussy's tight."

I closed my eyes and pressed my lips against his, and he kissed me. I'd never felt so full in my life, and yet my hips bucked against his inexpertly to jumpstart my 3rd climax. I wanted to cum with his cock inside me, i had to, otherwise it wasn't fair. I'd never get another chance to fuck him after the games, altough we could find a sneaky spot in the arena and do it there. I had a hundred dirty thoughts in my mind, and he was the only one in it.

Cato thrusted against me viciously, his cock hitting spots i'd never knew existed. When he tilted his hips a certain way, a heavy moan slipped between my mouth, though it was muffled by his kisses. He paused and broke away, swept his damp hair back from his forehead and grunted. "You like that?" He asked, slamming into my dripping hole once more. I jerked beneath him and my words caught in my throat.

"Yeah, Cato." I admitted,  feeling that delicious curl of pleasure trickle up through my stomach and pool above my mound.

Cato gripped my jaw and grinned. "Good."

My body jerked beneath him when he moved, every intense swoop of his hips sending me further into bliss. He lowered his mouth to my breast and teased my nipple with his pink tongue, before sucking it into his mouth and eliciting a gentle whine from my lips. I keened, throwing my chest into the air, my back arched with the pleasure he was giving to me. Tears streaked my cheeks and fell, salty, down my chest. Cato bit down on my nipple, hard, and that was the only thing i needed to Cum around his thick cock.

I fell limp against the cold floor, and Cato groaned against my mouth, kissing me despite the whines of discomfort when his dick hit my cervix, when he rode out his own release.  My chest heaved and i was covered in a thin, shiny layer of sweat. He spilled inside, whispering dirty things in my ear, and filled me up until i shifted, too full for his fucking to be pleasurable anymore. "Cato." I murmured, turning my face to the side.

He grinned and leaned back on his thighs, glancing down between my open legs, almost in awe. He pressed his thumb to my sensitive clit and i jolted, snapping my legs shut on instinct. Cato reached for me, shushing my whines with his gentle words, and he grabbed the towel from the floor and dabbed between my thighs. I waited patiently until he was finished cleaning up the sticky mess around my pussy, and then i took my stretched-out tee from the puddle of clothing. I stuffed it over my head and grabbed my trousers, but they were torn in half, the material frayed beyond fixing.

"You ruined my trousers!" I complained, getting shakily to my feet. I stumbled as my legs gave way but he caught me, careful.

"Easy, y/n." He warned, wrapping the towel around his midriff once again. I looked at him, turned away and went red. I brought my hands up to my face and shook my head, a nervous giggle seeping out through the cracks of silence. "I fucked you." I said, as though it wasn't real. I took my hands from my face and swallowed, hard. "Oh, fuck. You fucked me! Cato, you fucked me! What if . . . what if i'm pregnant." Panic overwhelmed me and i pushed him away, suddenly realising the chaos our actions might've caused.

Cato caught me and pulled me into a tight hug. "Hey! Don't say that. Okay?"

I buried my face in his bare chest. "It was only one time, right? You only came inside once so . . . it's probably won't get me pregnant. I won't get pregnant, right?" I looked up at him, my eyes wide with fright. "Right, cato?"

Cato grimaced and swept a strand of damp, sweaty hair from my face. "yeah, sweetheart. You're right."

[loki--fics]

Firelight - Oneshot

Haymitch x Reader

content warnings: smut, alcohol use

author's note: i love woody harrelson, and blame it on my daddy issues but haymitch is hot, okay? and when i literally could find ZERO (believe me, i looked) haymitch x reader fanfictions, i had to write my own. enjoy it, or don't, but i enjoyed writing it and i'm happy with it :)) ♡

mom i beg you please don't read this

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Victor's Tour over, you had returned to your new house in the Victor's Village of District Twelve. It was empty, save for you and your cat, Bennie, and all too quiet. Facing the families of the tributes that lost, tributes that you had killed in order to win, had been the worst you've ever felt in your life. Their sad eyes staring at you, blaming you for the loss of their children... It was too much. At least while sober.

Making sure Bennie had food and water, you walked out of your house and across the street, to Haymitch's place. If anyone would have the spirits you needed to forget, it was him, and honestly there was no one else's company you'd want right now. After experiencing what he did all those years ago, you understood why he'd turned to drink.

Not bothering with knocking, you pushed the door open, glass bottles clinking as they rolled across the floor. "Hello? Haymitch? It's me," You called, looking around.

He stumbled out of his bedroom, and immediately you blushed, his shirt nowhere to be seen. You had never seen him like this before, but now that you had, you couldn't help but notice the scars that marred him. Sorrow filled you at the sight, and you realised how grateful you were to have him. He was the only one here who'd understand.

Your eyes moved downward, taking in his pyjamas. The plain black pants were cinched at the ankles and the waist, and fitted without being tight. There was a prominent bulge at the front of his pants, and you were sure you resembled a tomato with how furiously you were blushing.

Haymitch smirked. "If you're done undressing me with your eyes, wanna tell me what's up?"

"I- I wasn't- I mean, I didn't... Um," You sputtered. Not meeting his eyes, you could still feel his eyes on you, and you knew he was suppressing laughter.

You huffed. "I wanted to ask if I could have a drink," You said quickly, wanting to melt from embarrassment.

Peeking up at him, you saw his face go soft, and he sat down on the couch. He patted the seat next to him and you took it, the small loveseat not leaving much room between the two of you. Part of you didn't mind, but the bigger part of you would never admit that.

"When's the last time you slept?" He asked, holding out a bottle of whiskey. You grabbed it, relishing the burn as it filled your mouth and slid down your throat.

"District Three," You admitted quietly, passing the bottle back to him. That was almost four days ago now. But you hadn't gotten a full night's rest since before the reaping.

Haymitch sighed, taking a drink from the bottle. "It's the nightmares, isn't it?" He asked. "They never seem to end, not even when you wake up."

"No, they don't," You replied. Looking at him, you took a moment to really take in his appearance. Blonde hair messy and unkempt, bare chest glistening mildly with sweat, skin glowing almost gold by the firelight... You could see beyond the broken man who drowned his memories in alcohol, and saw someone beautiful.

As your gaze trailed up to his face, your eyes met his, not quite seam grey, but instead more blue. You realised he must have seen you staring at him, but in that moment you couldn't care less as you took another long drag from the bottle of whiskey. The strong alcohol spread through you, warming your skin and making you feel bold.

You reached out slowly, tracing a finger along a scar that ran from his collarbone to his ribs. He gasped as your skin made contact with his, and you pulled your hand away.

"I'm sorry," You said quickly, looking away from him and raising the bottle to your lips once more. After swallowing, you continued, "I'm not sure why I did that."

"It's okay," He surprised you by saying. His voice was soft as he took the bottle, setting it on the table. "I don't mind."

You felt your heartbeat quicken at his words as he sat back, baring his chest to you. Tentatively touching his skin, his eyes watching your hand intently, you ran your fingers along his scars. Some were thinner than others, but all were jagged, as though he was beaten and marred and left to fend for himself completely, no one caring to help him heal.

As if it had a mind of its own, your hand trailed up his chest, cupping the side of his face. His eyes darted down to your slightly parted lips before meeting yours again, his chest falling up and down in time with his rapid breaths.

Slowly, giving you time to move away, he sat up, moving his face closer to yours. Your heart felt like it was going to stop with how fast it was beating, and his eyes never left yours as he stopped, your faces inches apart. He wasn't sure if you wanted this, wanted him, and as he searched your eyes for permission, you nodded.

Closing the distance, Haymitch pressed his lips to yours, tasting like spirits and mint. The combination was cool and sweet and made you dizzy, and as you snaked your free hand around his neck, it was as though he had ben revived suddenly. He cradled the back of your head with one hand, the other wrapping around your waist and pulling you onto his lap as the kiss intensified. You had kissed other men before, but none of them compared to Haymitch. He was dominant, his lips aggressively conquering yours as his tongue ran along your bottom lip, making you gasp.

Every nerve was set aflame with sensation as his hands explored your body and his lips moved down to your neck, his scruff rubbing against your skin in the best way. You moaned, your fingers tangling in his hair and tugging it gently, eliciting a moan from him.

He pulled away suddenly, looking at you with guarded eyes. "You're drunk," He said, as if that was the only way someone would be with him like this.

"Not even," You replied, chest heaving as you panted. "I want you, Haymitch." He didn't look convinced, and you felt your heart break for him. "I'll still want you tomorrow," You said, kissing his jaw. "And the day after that." A kiss to his neck. "And every day for the rest of this life as well as the next." You peppered kisses along his collarbone and chest before moving back up and planting a kiss to his lips.

You felt his hard bulge against your crotch, and as you shifted, you ground against it. He gasped, a loud groan escaping his lips as you put yours to his ear. "I need you, Haymitch," You whispered. "Please."

Before you could blink, he had flipped you around so that you were laying down on the couch, one hand pinning your wrists above your head as the other held him up above you. He eyed you hungrily, still uncertain.

"Take me," You whispered.

At those words, his lips slammed against yours, and he literally ripped the shirt off your chest. His eyes devoured your exposed chest, you had not bothered to wear a bra and you were glad for that now. Bending down, he took your nipple in his mouth, and you couldn't help the moan that came from your lips. Free of his grip on your wrists, you grabbed him by the hair, tugging hard and feeling your core heat up at his growl in response.

He pressed his hardened member against you, grinding it roughly as he continued the assault on your nipples. All of the meager experience you had with sex could not have prepared you for the pleasure Haymitch was giving you right now, and the two of you hadn't even gotten to the actual sex yet.

"I need you, now," He growled, sitting up and yanking your pants down your legs. Your underwear was the next to go, and Haymitch's eyes hungrily consumed the sight of your naked body before him. He wasted no time pulling his member from his pants, and your eyes widened as you took him in. His length was impressive, but it was his girth that shocked you.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him back to you, pressing your lips to his roughly as you felt his member rub against your core. He pulled back, his eyes cast downward, hesitating for only a moment before he plunged himself into you.

A feral scream escaped your lips at the sudden intrusion, and your hands gripped his shoulders tightly. He continued pounding into you forcefully, moans falling from both of your lips like a mantra, over and over as he slammed his hips into yours. You felt delirious with pleasure, his member hitting your sweet spot with every thrust.

"Y/N," Haymitch moaned, and hearing your name said so intimately by him was the hottest thing you've ever heard.

You pressed your lips to his, desperate to be as close to him as possible. You'd never felt this good before, no one had ever made you feel this good before. He made you feel more alive in the time you'd known him than you had in years, and you never wanted the feeling to end.

"I want to watch you come undone," Haymitch growled in your ear. You felt his hand reach down, his long fingers pressing against your clit, taking your pleasure to new heights. His fingers circled around the hardened nub as he slammed his member into you, and you felt a knot begin to form in the pit of your stomach.

"Haymitch," You moaned. "I- I-" Blinded by pleasure, you couldn't finish the rest of your sentence.

"Come for me," He demanded, and you felt the knot release and pleasure explode through your body. His name fell from your lips over and over like a prayer, and between watching you come undone and feeling your walls clench around his member, he couldn't help but come himself.

Thrusting roughly into you, his member twitched as his seed spilled into you, sloppily pumping in and out of you a few more times before he pulled out of you, scooping you up and laying down, with you laying on top of him.

You kissed his chest before laying your head down on him, panting as much as he was. Your brain was foggy in a post-ecstasy daze, and both of you glistened with sweat.

"That was... Amazing," You said softly, stifling a yawn.

He chuckled, petting your hair. "Yes it was."

Feeling more at peace than you had since before the games, the two of you fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

[thereaderstea]

Hallow Hearts: yandere bts week

This week, The Reader’s Tea hallows hearts. These hearts may be hollow to everyone else, but they are hallow for their darling—for you. In due time, you will know that these hearts should be the only ones to love you and for you to love. They will do anything—anything—to ensure you are entrapped within their devotion; they will strip you of your friends, family, and anyone you love until all you know is them—because all you need is them.

For now, the long hours of the darkness provide them cover to stalk protect their darling.

Will you let them love you?

general warning: these fics (under the cut) all contain yandere themes—e.g.  possessive and obsessive behavior, overprotective behavior, toxic behavior and relationships, violence, threats, stalking, and manipulation. they may also contain explicit language, death, gore, murder, misogyny/sexism, and forced relationships. please read each fic’s warnings and read at your discretion.

Monday, the Day of the Moon

Tea for Two by @ddaenqu | The Reader’s Tea ➵knj x reader | angst | yandere | royal au, arranged marriage au | oneshot | 5.1k ➵prince!namjoon, noble!mc, butler!seokjin ➵warnings: arranged marriages, threats, slight sexism, forced marriage, infidelity mention, mentions of violence, some grotesque scenes of death, explicit language, mentions of slaves

Life wasn’t fair to you, and it didn’t give you happiness, hope, love—neither lemons. It gave you tea. The finest quality there is, in the wrong situations.

Reverence by @chummywchimmy | The Reader’s Tea ➵knj x reader | thriller | yandere | cult au | oneshot | 5.9k ➵husband!seokjin, cult leader!namjoon ➵warnings: mature language, implied forced marriage, implied use of drugs, cult behavior, delusional behavior, gagging, mentions of animal sacrifice, graphic descriptions of a dead body, secondary character death, murder, human sacrifice

Moving into a posh neighborhood was supposed to be fun. However, you quickly come to realize that big houses hide big secrets. Your life goes downhill and it’s all due to one man—Kim Namjoon.

Un-Monochrome Me by @yumtete | The Reader’s Tea ➵knj x reader | angst | yandere | college au | oneshot | 3.5k ➵soft yandere!namjoon, art student!namjoon, art student!mc ➵warnings: sexual thoughts, slight emotional manipulation, explicit drawings, implied murder

The plan wasn’t necessarily perfect, it wasn’t thought over entirely nor was it rational, but he couldn’t let you slip through his fingers when he’s barely even said two words to you.

Tuesday, the Day of War

Quarter Quell by @chinkbihh | The Reader’s Tea ➵jjk x reader | horror | yandere | hunger games au | series | ongoing ➵career!jungkook, tribute!taehyung, district mate!taehyung ➵warnings: death, murder, kids murdering other kids, gore, violence, male on female violence

Every 25 years there is a Quarter Quell edition of the Hunger Games. Quells mark the anniversaries of the district’s defeat by the Capitol, and include special celebrations. The Games involve some sort of twist that makes them even more disastrous, or difficult to compete in, or watch.

Wednesday, the Day of Knowledge

nephilim by @royallyjoon ➵ot7 x reader | fluff, angst, horror | yandere | cult au, high school au, supernatural au | series | ongoing ➵student!mc, college student!seokjin, college student!yoongi, classmate!hoseok, classmate!namjoon, classmate!jimin, classmate!taehyung, classmate!jungkook; nephilim!bts, human!mc ➵warnings: violence, manipulation, (slight) gaslighting, death/murder, mentions of torture

the mysterious, age old town of ichabod. within it rests a history hidden from its inhabitants, who are forced to remain there out of fear. you simply wish to live in this town with the people you love without facing its wrath for as long as you can. unfortunately for you, there are great powers on your side who are willing to do whatever it takes to get you. whether you come willingly or not. after all, it only takes a little hellfire.

un ☕ || deux || trois || quatre ☕ || cinq  ☕ || six ☕ || […] 

Thursday, the Day of Thunder and Lightning

the crimson shell by @angelicyoongie​ | The Reader’s Tea ➵jjk x reader | horror | yandere | historical au, mermaid au | 4 parts | 15.1k ➵mermaid!jungkook, human!mc ➵warnings: mild stalking, near drowning, mentions of eating humans, mentions of death, mentions of drowning, mentions of death/blood/violence, unwanted touches (part four note: part four/final chapter contains dub-con and explicit sexual content, as stated in the a/n at the end of part three, the end of part three works as an ending if you are uncomfortable with part four’s content warnings.)

you had always found comfort in being at the beach, often spending hours just watching the waves lap against the shore. but unbeknownst to you—something had been watching you back.

TOSKA by chummywchimmy | The Reader’s Tea ➵jhs x reader | horror | yandere | abo/omegaverse, werewolf au | twoshot | ongoing ➵alpha!jhs, omega!mc, alpha!jjk ➵warnings: bullying, mature language, misogynistic behavior, child abuse, mentions of blood, mentions of dead animals, violence

The Mating Season is a wondrous time for all the wolves. Well, as wondrous as Alphas fighting against Alphas for their desired Omegas can be. You wish for it to pass quickly. Receive zero offers or worse, get mated to an Alpha that had been the part of the group of wolves that had bullied you throughout your childhood. However, bad luck comes knocking at your door in the form of the Alpha’s son, also the reason you were ostracized and tormented as a child.

Friday, the Day of Love

lovesick by angelicyoongie | The Reader’s Tea ➵ot7 x reader | yandere | soulmate au | series | ongoing ➵student!mc, officer!jimin... ➵warnings: stalking, obsessive behaviour, harrassment, mention of violence/bodily harm

You dreamed of the day you would get your very own soulmark. Though, you didn’t expect to wake up to a searing hurt in your arm, the phantom pain of your shoulder being dislocated and your forearm fractured. As if dealing with the worst possible soulmark ever wasn’t bad enough, you also have to come to terms with the fact that you’re being stalked. When the letters and gifts you receive begin to escalate and the police offers no help, you have no other option than to figure out who’s behind it yourself – and hopefully before it’s too late.

flower petal by royallyjoon | The Reader’s Tea ➵jjk x reader | angst | yandere | reincarnation au | oneshot | 5.2k ➵student!jungkook, student!mc; king!jungkook, queen!mc; friend!taehyung ➵warnings: physical altercations, mentions of murder, mentions of death

you were once the queen married to the most well-known king of his dynasty, Jeon Jungkook. He failed to rule his kingdom properly, however, and took to prioritizing you rather than his kingdom. As a means of escape, you helped the people sneak into the palace and overthrow the young king.

centuries later, where you may have forgotten your place by his side, Jungkook will be all too sure to remind you where you stand.

Boy in Luv by chummywchimmy | The Reader’s Tea ➵kth x reader | angst | yandere | college au | series | ongoing ➵warnings: mature language, sexism, bullying, violence, public humiliation, threats

Your encounter with the campus bad boy was a disaster. All you wanted was to never see him again. But when have things ever gone your way?

Saturday, the Day of Rest and Renewal

code red by @darkestcorners​ | The Reader’s Tea ➵pjm x reader | horror | yandere | doctor au | twoshot | ongoing ➵doctor!jimin, patient!mc ➵warnings: mentions of drug abuse and addiction, graphic language, smut, manipulation, power abuse in medical setting, kidnapping

Your new doctor is more than determined to take care of his favorite patient…

darknets by darkestcorners | The Reader’s Tea ➵jjk x reader | horror | yandere | twoshot | ongoing ➵warnings: spying, stalking, doxxing, non-consensual videotaping, tormenting, manipulation, kidnapping

You should have known better than to chat with strangers online….

sweet bird by chummywchimmy | The Reader’s Tea ➵jjk x reader | angst | yandere | historical au | oneshot | 3.7k ➵warnings: mentions of hunting animals

As the arrival of a new stranger brings prosperity into the village for many, it brings with it dread and misery for one - you.

Sunday, the Day of the Sun

Even in Death by @deepdarkdelights​ | The Reader’s Tea ➵jjk x reader (ot7 x reader) | horror | yandere | ghost au, reincarnation au | oneshot | 13.5k ➵ghost!bangtan, human!reader ➵warnings: mentions of blood, slight gore, fear, non-consensual kissing, panic/anxiety, depictions of a dead body, serial murders, poisoning, attempted murder, mentions of suicide, death

Her face was exactly the same as yours, but her hair was styled appropriately for her era. But, what was most concerning was that you recognized the dress she was wearing in the portrait because it was the same one you were currently wearing. You could feel your skin crawl as you came to that realization, he had put you in his dead fiancé's clothes.

wind chimes by royallyjoon | The Reader’s Tea ➵jhs x reader | angst | yandere | fae au | wind chimes | oneshot | 5.9k ➵faerie prince!jhs, human!mc ➵warnings: violent behavior, delusions of grandeur, manipulation, slight humiliation

who would have thought that a crackpot fairy communication tutorial your friend printed off the internet would have actually been powerful enough to summon the fairy prince himself, jung hoseok? he swears upon all the stars that the two of you are meant to rule over the faes, and your refusal will not be enough to keep him away from claiming his queen.

cursed stars by royallyjoon | The Reader’s Tea ➵jhs x reader | angst | yandere | fae au | wind chimes | sequel | 9.3k ➵faerie prince!jhs, human!mc ➵warnings: violent behavior, delusions of grandeur, death/execution

once hoseok “successfully” claimed you as his queen, you are introduced to a tedious life as the princess of Wysteria: etiquette lessons in the morning  with a testy crone of a duchess and tea at noon with His Highness himself. a new guest comes to the palace, introducing himself as an old friend of the prince’s. despite all your thoughts of returning home, your beloved knows there’s no force on Earth strong enough to rival his love for possessing you.

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[hrina]

The Thrill of the Chase, Pt. I

PAIRING: Harry x Reader RATING: M WORD COUNT: 3.6k REQUESTED: no

hi! it’s been a while since i’ve posted something on here lol, i wonder if anyone still remembers me 🤕

this is PART 1 of the hunter!AU that i’ve been writing. while the story is a patreon-exclusive, my patrons gave me permission to post the first chapter here on tumblr for anyone who’s curious about the kind of content i offer on patreon. 

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~*~

Harry’s life is simple.

He performs only the essentials—wakes up and eats an apple for breakfast. Drizzles some lemon juice into his flask of water to keep his teeth healthy and clean. Shrugs on a few heavy furs. Lets Magnus outside to keep him from howling and pawing at the door. Sharpens his arrows. Knocks on the threshold of the cabin once for good luck. Goes hunting.

Upon returning, he crouches next to the firepit, laying out his kills and skinning them. He cooks one for himself—something small, like a squirrel, or a rabbit. Others, he saves for the market—fox, deer, coyote, boar. The pelts, tusks, and antlers are extremely sought-after (particularly by nobles), and often earn enough coin to carry him through the rest of the week.

He doesn’t entertain visitors, because who in their right mind would trek up the side of a mountain just to seek out one lonely hunter? Despite that, he’s come to appreciate his solitude. The silence is familiar—comfortable. Besides, Magnus proves both excellent and useful company, if the sheer volume of their kills offers any indication.

A simple life for a simple man.

Harry doesn’t need anyone else.

“Ready to go, mutt?”

He scratches behind Magnus’ droopy ears. One of the hound’s hindlegs thumps frantically in response. Harry chuckles, slinging his bow over his right shoulder and pulling open the cabin door.

“Come on, then.”

The sky is a dark, cloudy grey, and the smell of oncoming rain is unmistakable. Still, the two of them persevere, ducking past the trees at the edge of the clearing.

It’s a bad day to hunt.

With the threat of a storm looming just above the canopy, the animals have forgone their typical foraging patterns in favour of taking shelter. Harry only manages to kill a rabbit, and even then, it’s a messy shot. He usually gets them right through the eye—a quick, neat splice that results in minimal suffering. This time, however, his foot slips on a damp stone; he fumbles, and the arrow buries itself into the creature’s stomach.

“Fuck.”

The rabbit is still alive when he reaches it, its furry body heaving with shaky, uneven breaths. Harry kneels down, apologising quietly. His hand finds the scabbard strapped to his waist, and he draws a silver dagger from its depths.

He slits the poor hare’s throat just as rain begins to fall.

It’s easy work, after that. He pins the animal’s fluffy forelimbs together, tying them in place with thick, coarse rope. Magnus whimpers as Harry slides the creature’s limp body over his shoulder. He shoots the hound a tired look and shakes his head. Damp brown curls stick to his temples.

“Think that’s enough for today.”

The two of them have nearly made it back home—Harry’s boots squelch as he jumps over the small creek that flows close to the clearing—when Magnus perks up, lifting his snout and sniffing the air.

“What is it, mutt?” Harry asks.

Magnus releases a loud bark and takes off in the direction of the cabin. Harry sprints after him, one hand clutching his game while the other wraps around the leather grip of his bow.

“Magnus!” he yells.

The dog skids to a stop next to the wide trunk of a tree. He barks again and wags his tail feverishly.

Harry releases his bow, approaching with slow, cautious steps.

“What’s got you so—shit.”

You’re slumped in the mud, unconscious. Harry’s gaze rakes over your form, from your tattered blue gown to the leaves and twigs tangled in your hair. There are a few cuts littered across your face, arms, and chest. Rivulets of blood trickle down your wrist, spiderwebbing across your skin.

Magnus sticks his tongue out and pants.

“Good boy,” Harry mutters, bestowing a rugged caress atop the hound’s head.

He gathers you into his arms, paying no mind to the extra weight of your sodden dress. Your neck lolls over his bicep, sternum rising and falling with shallow, barely-there breaths. Harry carries you out of the forest and into the clearing. When he kicks open the cabin door, your eyelids flutter.

“Bear?” you mumble, lifting your head slightly. Your voice is grating, hoarse.

He looks at you. Your face contorts for only a moment before you slouch back into oblivion.

He sets you down onto the thick, woven rug splayed out in front of the hearth. He works quickly, shrugging off his furs and his game and discarding all of it without a second thought. Rain thrums against the roof, but the sound is lost amidst his heavy footsteps.

He hurries into his bedroom and pulls open the top drawer of his wooden dresser, fumbling for a glass jar and a spool of bandages. When his fingers finally make contact with the desired supplies, he darts back into the other room and kneels beside your motionless body.

He draws his dagger again, gripping the intricate material of your gown and slicing through it. Your corset proves far more challenging, practically embedded into your skin. He sets his knife aside, not willing to risk it. Instead, he hooks his fingers beneath the top of the girdle, rough knuckles brushing against your soft bosom. With a mighty tug, the structured fabric splits under his palms.

He screws open the lid on the jar and dips his thumb inside. The salve is sticky, viscous, and smells faintly of lavender. He smears it across your scrapes before inspecting your wrist.

The flesh is slashed and bloodied—how did you acquire such an injury? Canines? Claws? Harry uses the frayed edges of your dress to clean the mess. He then unwinds a few bindings from their roll, expertly bandaging your wound.

Once he’s finished, he sits back on his haunches, expelling a stale breath. His work is far from over—he needs to wash you, to scrub off all the dirt and grime staining your skin. He’ll go down to the creek with a cloth, he thinks, and saturate it with cool water. He’ll pick the leaves and branches out of your hair, and cover you in spare furs to keep you warm. He’ll prepare a hot meal so that you may eat when you wake. You’ll be ravenous, certainly.

These thoughts whirl around in his head, along with the realisation that you might expire here, lying on an old rug in the middle of a stranger’s secluded home. Still, he watches your chest rise, swelling with proof of your vitality. The sight puts him at ease.

Harry aims a cursory glance over his shoulder. Magnus is stationed at the door, wet snout resting on the ground. The dog gazes at your limp body with big, solemn eyes, as though he somehow understands the severity of the situation.

“Don’t worry, mutt,” Harry tells him, knees shuffling against the floor. “I won’t let her die.”

~*~

Three days pass.

Harry curtails the duration of his hunts. He kills only the essentials: a hare or a squirrel, something small enough to cook over the fire. He has enough coin saved up from his previous trades to last him another few trips to the market.

Every morning, he prepares a simple, homely meal for you should you wake. When you do not, he eats the food in your place—he’ll be damned if it goes to waste.  

On the fourth day, he carries a bowl of soup into his room. He’s expecting to see you tucked into his bed, still unconscious. Instead, you’re alert, sitting upright and studying your surroundings. The furs that previously covered your body now pool around your waist, exposing your naked chest. When you catch sight of Harry lingering in the doorway, you gasp, fumbling for the pelts and clutching them to your sternum.

“You’re up,” he says gruffly, stepping through the threshold.

You scramble back, eyes widening in fear. He pauses.

You’re afraid, he realises, tilting his head to the side. This may be more difficult than he initially thought.

“Soup,” he says slowly, holding out the small clay bowl in his hands. “You need to eat.”

“Who are you?” you ask. Your voice is patchy and frail. “Where am I?”

He sets the dish down onto his dresser before shooting you a stern, expectant look.

“Eat.”

Upon exiting the room, he strains his ears and listens carefully. The creak of a loose floorboard—you’ve climbed out of bed. The sound of nimble footsteps pattering across the ground—you’re moving toward the door. And finally, the quiet scrape of clay against wood, indicating that your hunger has prevailed.

He nods to himself.

You’re not dead. That’s a start.

~*~

That evening, Harry is perched next to the firepit outside the cabin. The orange sun crawls down the horizon, kissing the tops of the trees. He basks in the warmth, knowing that it will soon be eradicated by the cool chill of nightfall.

He fiddles with the spit poised above the flames. He caught another rabbit, today. The creature’s fur is laid out across the grass, scrubbed clean of blood. The rest of it cooks over the fire, darkening with each passing minute.

A faint creak reaches Harry’s ears. He perks up, glancing at the door.

You hover just beyond the threshold, leaning nervously against the strong wooden beams. Harry relaxes and turns back around. He uses a long stick to poke at the charred logs; the kindling pops, and a few embers float into the air.

“What are you doing?” Your inquiry is soft, shaky.

His reply is curt: “Dinner.”

You approach warily, bare feet treading through the grass. When you spot the hunk of meat roasting over the flames, a feeble gasp tumbles from your lips.

“That’s barbaric.”

Harry rubs his palms against his thighs. “That’s sustenance.”

He stands, and you retreat. His attention then falls to your torso. You’ve covered yourself with the furs from his room; they hang just past the swell of your bottom, rendering you exceptionally vulnerable. Goosebumps crop up on your bare thighs, visible in the golden light of the sunset.

He hums. “You need clothes.”

You look down at the ground.

“That would be nice,” you whisper at last.

He merely grunts in response.

You follow him back inside, albeit from a distance. He strolls into his bedroom, pausing in front of a large trunk shoved against the far wall. Twin latches click open, and he begins rifling through its contents. After a few moments of silence, he produces a pale linen shirt and a pair of dark leather trousers.

“Here,” he says.

He dumps the fabric into your arms. You huff in surprise, instinctively relinquishing your hold on the pelts covering your body. They fall to the floor in a heap, exposing every inch of your skin.

An embarrassed squeak echoes in the back of your throat. Harry averts his eyes, staring pointedly up at the ceiling.

“Put those on,” he murmurs.

You nod quickly, sidestepping his broad frame. Now that you’re no longer in his line of sight, he lowers his gaze. Part of him wonders if he should say something else, but he decides against it. His legs carry him forward, and he disappears through the door.

~*~

You emerge from the bedroom a short while later, smoothing your hands over your hair in an attempt to look a bit more presentable. Harry resists the urge to tell you that here, in the mountains, appearances are hardly significant. He doesn’t own a mirror—such luxuries can only be afforded by the rich.

His clothes are too big on you, but that was to be expected. You’ve rolled up the sleeves of his linen shirt and cuffed the brown leather trousers so that they cinch at your ankles. You’re anxious, incisors gnawing on your bottom lip and eyes darting around the clearing, like you’re waiting for a monster to burst forth from the bushes.

“Here.”

Harry cuts a sliver of meat from the cooked rabbit carcass resting on the spit. You sit down on a wide, round tree stump as he holds the food out in your direction.

At first, he thinks that you may vomit. Fortunately, though, he finds himself mistaken. After a long moment of deliberation, you accept the protein, bringing it up to your nose and sniffing it warily.

“It’s good,” he rasps, slicing off another strip for himself. “Rabbit—all white meat.”

He pops the piece into his mouth and chews. Slowly, you copy him, sighing happily as newfound flavour erupts over your tongue. You waste no time, then, impatiently shoving the rest of the meat into your mouth.

Harry’s lips twitch.

“Thank you,” you say after swallowing.

He simply nods. The two of you continue to eat in silence, grinding the remnants of supper between your teeth.

Eventually, your curiosity overwhelms you.

“What’s you name?” you ask, timid.

Harry sits back, wiping his dagger with the hem of his cotton shirt.

“Harry.”

“And how did you find me, Harry?”

A low chuckle resonates in the back of his throat.

“Wasn’t exactly hard. You were lying in a puddle of mud not far from here.”

Your lips part. “How long have I been asleep?”

“Three days.”

“Three days?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t remember any of it,” you say softly, playing with your fingers. You hesitate before elaborating: “But I—I remember seeing your face. I thought you were a bear.”

He recalls that day, how you lifted your head weakly and uttered the word before sinking back into unconsciousness. It led him to believe that you’d been attacked. Your side of the story, however, proves much more entertaining.

“Well,” he says, exhaling brusquely, “I’m not.”

You examine him with big, tender eyes. He shifts awkwardly under the intensity of your gaze.

“No,” you finally agree. “You’re not.”

He swallows and flips the conversation around.

“Who are you?”

You stiffen, caught off-guard.

“That is…hardly relevant.”

“Perhaps,” Harry says. “But it is fair.”

When you don’t reply, he continues.

“You’re a lady, aren’t you?” he guesses. “A duchess. Your gown was too pretty to have belonged to a commoner.”

“My gown?” You perk up at the mention of the dress. “Where is it?”

“Gone. I tore through it.”

You gasp. “Why on earth would you do that?”

“It was the only way to keep you alive,” he says simply. “Your corset was impeding your ability to breathe.”

“My corset…” you mutter, mostly to yourself. You grimace after registering the implications of his words, thoroughly scandalized. “So, you—you—?”

“Yes. I had to.”

“God,” you choke out, covering your mouth. “How dare you? You should have just—!”

“Let you die?”

His query successfully squashes your disapproval; your lips flatten into a thin line, and you say nothing else. Harry watches the creases in your forehead dwindle as you realise that he’s right. You fiddle with the collar of your shirt, turning to the side and regaining your composure.

“Thank you,” you finally murmur, trying to hide your face from his piercing stare, “for not letting me die.”

He grunts. “You’re welcome.”

Brief silence ensues. A light breeze blows through the clearing, tousling the curls atop Harry’s head. The gust is enough to extinguish the last few flames frolicking over the kindle, until glowing embers are all that remain.

“I am a lady,” you suddenly add, though you refuse to meet his eyes. “But not a duchess.”

Harry leans forward, prodding at the residual ash in the firepit.

“What were you doing in the woods?”

You tinker with the bandages wrapped around your injured wrist.

“I was to be wed,” you confess, peeking up at him. “But I—I could not bear to go through with it. One should not marry for duty, but rather—”

“For love?”

You pause at his intrusion, lips parted in surprise.

“Yes,” you breathe. “For love.”

Your gazes lock. He clears his throat, breaking the contact quickly.

“You ran away, then.”

It’s not a question. You nod, and he hums.

“What is it?” you ask, brows knitting together.

“Nothing. It’s just…I may find good fortune in this situation.”

“How so?”

He shrugs. “Any man with sense would carry you down this peak, deliver you back to your family, and collect a hefty reward.”

Though he’s not looking at you, he can tell that you’ve recoiled.

“Please don’t,” you whisper.

He examines your face in the periphery of his vision. Your eyes glisten with unshed tears.

Just then, Magnus races out of the cabin, his tail wagging eagerly behind him. He trots over to you, sniffing your shoulder and releasing a high-pitched whine. You use one hand to swipe hastily at your cheeks; the other migrates to his head, tickling his floppy ears.

Harry watches the interaction unfold, completely stunned.

“He—he likes you.”

You glance over at him, still wary of his previous threat.

“I suppose he does,” you say quietly.

Magnus paws at your thighs. You direct your attention back to the keen bloodhound, pressing a feathery kiss to the tip of his wet nose.

Harry blinks a few times, trying to pinpoint the reason for his mutt’s newfound behaviour. At first, he wonders if his eyes are simply playing tricks on his brain. Yet with each flutter of his lids, the sight before him only seems to solidify.

“He doesn’t usually take well to strangers,” he mumbles.

When you don’t respond, he clenches his jaw tightly. Countless thoughts zoom through his head, spinning like wheels, tangling like thread.

Any man with sense would carry you down this peak, deliver you back to your family, and collect a hefty reward.

Harry is not a sensible man.

~*~

The three of you retreat indoors when the last shards of sunlight fade from the sky. Magnus circles the large woven rug poised in front of the hearth. Eventually, he collapses onto the mat, his snout drooping over his front paws. You stretch your arms into the air and yawn gently.

Harry is the last one to enter the cabin; he shuts the door behind him.

“Thank you again for dinner,” you say lightly.

You spin around and nearly crash into the hard barrier of his chest. Reflexively, his hands fly up to grasp your biceps, steadying you. He peers down at your face in the darkness, his thoughtful gaze tracing the contours of your cheeks. Your eyes are wide, lips split apart as you suck in air.

“Sorry,” you say, frozen in place.

He only grunts, releasing your arms and stepping away.

Your attention lingers on him as he approaches a wide pile of furs stacked into the corner of the room. He’s been sleeping on the makeshift cot for the past three nights, and though his back is always sore the next morning, he has yet to find a better alternative.

“What are you…?” You hesitate, rethinking your question. “What is that?”

“My bed.”

“Do you…always sleep there?”

“No,” he rasps, lowering himself onto the thick pelts. “I prefer to sleep in my room.”

He shoots you a pointed look, and you frown when the realisation sinks in.

“We—we can switch,” you say, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “I don’t want to impose.”

“No.”

“I insist.” You try again.

“As do I.”

You clamp your mouth shut, unsure of how to respond. Magnus has already dozed off—his soft snores filter through the heavy silence hanging over your heads.

“He’s lovely,” you suddenly say, referring to the quiescent hound. “Well-trained, too.”

“I won’t take credit for that,” Harry grumbles, rubbing his palms against his thighs. “He was a palace dog.”

You blink. “W-what?”

“A palace dog,” he repeats. “I found him alone in the woods after a hunt. His leg was broken—the guards left him there to die.”

“That’s awful.”

He hums in agreement.

“You took him in, then,” you say. When he nods, you add, “It seems that you have a knack for nursing others back to health.”

He doesn’t reply.

“The hunts—” you start, chewing nervously on your bottom lip. “Do they…occur frequently?”

“Why do you ask?” Harry says. His shoulders wobble with a hollow chuckle. “Are you afraid of being caught?”

You inhale sharply, and he realises that yes, you are.

“No,” he says, shaking his head. Subconsciously, his voice drops an octave, taking on a soothing quality. “They don’t come around often. And even if they did, I doubt that a single runaway lady would be of much concern.”

You blow out a relieved sigh, though the uneasy expression on your face never wanes.

“You’re probably right.”

A few hushed seconds draw out, during which neither of you speak. Your bare feet shuffle clumsily against the cold floor. You appear to be waiting for some sort of cue—a sound, a gesture, anything.

“Er—” Harry breaks the peace, cocking one eyebrow. “I sleep naked.”

“Oh.”

The exclamation is unbelievably breathless. Your throat bobs amidst a difficult swallow, and you totter back.

“Of course,” you stammer. “I’ll just—”

With a trembling hand, you motion toward the entrance of his bedroom.

He nods wordlessly.

“Right,” you mumble, retreating. “Goodnight, then…Bear.”

At that, he pauses. Your cheeks twitch with a feeble smile, but you don’t comment on the sweetness of the simple endearment.

Harry remains completely still as you scurry into his room. He sits there for a prolonged moment after the door shuts, trying to make sense of his thoughts. Your features have been stamped onto the backs of his eyelids, practically seared into the skin.

At last, warm air spills past his lips, and he allows himself to utter the low, relentless reply pulling at his tongue.

“Goodnight.”

[wpdarlingpan]

-Requests-

Hello! I love getting requests. They are open at the moment and feel free to have fun with these suggestions ;)

I may take awhile to respond to a request due to writing on Wattpad and I usually write on here when I get a spur of the moment idea for a request.

Also if you like Wattpad as well I write on there too under W.P Darlingpan

Here’s the fandoms I write for and below are the characters from those fandoms that I will write for. But if you have another character from one of the fandoms then still feel free to request it.

The Vampire Diaries

Scream

Wednesday

Bullet Train

Marvel

Once Upon A Time

Harry Potter

Stranger Things

IT (2017)

DC

Barbie (2023)

At the moment the characters I’ll write for are...

-Scream-

▸Billy Loomis

▸Stu Macher

▸Randy Meeks

▸Sidney Prescott

▸Tara Carpenter

-Hunger Games

(1-4 and Ballad Of Songbirds And Snakes)

▸Coriolanus Snow

▸Finnick Odiar

▸Peeta Mallark

-Hazbin Hotel-

▸Charlie Magne

▸Lucifer Magne

▸Angel Dust/Anthony

▸Alastor

▸Adam

-Helluva Boss-

▸Fizzarolli

▸Blitzø

▸Stolas

▸Moxxie & Millie (combined preferably)

▸Asmodeus

-Bullet Train-

▸Lemon

▸Tangerine

▸The White Death

▸Ladybug

-The Vampire Diaries-

▸ Damon Salvatore

▸ Stefan Salvatore

▸ Elijah Mikaelson

▸ Klaus Mikaelson

-Marvel-

▸ Peter Parker

▸ Bucky Barnes (also choose with or without Winter Solider moment)

▸ Tony Stark

▸ Steve Rogers

▸Yelena Belova

▸Natasha Romanoff

▸Alexei (Black Widow aka Red Guardian)

-Once Upon A Time-

▸ Peter Pan

-Barbie (2023)

▸ Barbie

▸Ken

-Harry Potter-

▸Harry Potter

▸ Draco Malfoy

▸Fred Weasley

▸George Weasley

▸Sirius Black (older version so golden trio era)

▸Tom Riddle (Diary version)

-Stranger Things-

▸Steve Harrington

▸Billy Hargrove

▸Henry/Peter/001

-IT (2017)-

▸Henry Bowers

▸ Richie Tozier

▸ Eddie Kaspbrak

-Wednesday-

▸Xavier Thorpe

▸Tyler Galpin

▸Wednesday Addams

-DC-

▸Damien Wayne

▸Jason Todd

▸Dick Grayson

▸Jerome Valeska

▸ Joker (Jared Leto or Heath Ledger)

-Eternals- (Also apart of Marvel)

▸ Druig

▸ Ikaris

▸ Thena

-Squid Games-

▸ Sae-Byeok

▸ Abdul Ali

▸ Joon-Ho

▸ A Pink Mask

▸ The Front Man

I have written on Wattpad but it still may be a little iffy. I prefer not to do smut as I’d have no clue what to write but otherwise free reign. Nothings too dark so lay it on me.

Suggestions:

Yandere Character

Cuddling

Comfort 

Them being found cheating

Kidnapping

Best friends to lovers confession 

Parents

Older brother

Platonic Yandere

Older sibling

Etc...

Go wild! I’d love fun suggestions.

I do think it would be fun to write yandere stuff

Also I can write any reverse-harem relationship (aka more than one guy in the relationship but they don’t need to be with each other) from the same universe (ex: Draco and Harry and y/n, Steve and Bucky and y/n, Batboys x reader, you get the idea.)

Also I’ve added Yelena and Natasha to the list so if you’d like them with a sibling relationship together in the same story with Y/N then feel free to suggest that.

Feel free to suggest anything, no judgment!

Feel free to ask questions.

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Clover’s Big Spike (1/3)

Characters: m!bunny boy x f!reader Content: Volleyball, painful meet cute, lunch date, fluff Rating: Lemon (first 2 parts are sfw) Word count: ~1,700

Paintbrush pats against canvas, smearing green on uncolored strands of grass. Today you are painting the pond near the bottom of the hill. Below, ducks float on the surface, and heads bob out of the water. Naiads play in the calm pond, and it isn’t uncommon for selkies and merfolk to visit.

These little details are what you want to bring to life in your art. You want to share the park’s tranquility, its beauty.

“How’s the painting coming along?”

You leap out of your reverie, almost splattering paint on a part of the picture that’s not supposed to be green. The voice is familiar.

“You know I get focused when I’m painting…”

His cheeky grin fades. “Sorry. Dick move.”

Alekos is the only classmate from your art class with hooves and horns. He’s your critique partner, so you two have grown close over the years. His laughter is musical. His hair and fur are delightfully dark. But you’re sure he’s already seeing someone.

You sigh, but a smile returns to your face. “I’ve completed the sketch, now I’m painting.”

The wood creaks as he sits beside you. “What a lovely shade of green.”

“Thanks, it took a few tries to find the best mix. But I’m not satisfied with the grass.”

“Have you tried a different stroke?”

“Yeah, but it still isn’t coming out right.”

“Maybe you need a break?” He scratches the bristles on his chin. “I’m going to a volleyball game, want to come?”

You had friends who played volleyball in high school, and watching them was fun. Why not?

“Sure. The paint needs to dry first.”

“Of course. See you down the hill!”

After waiting for the canvas to dry, you pack up the supplies, taking them to your car. On the walk back, you map out the park in your head, trying to remember where the court is.

Grass and stone turn into brown sand as you close in on the field. Tennis balls smack against the ground as players compete. Spectators gather around the courts, the back of Alekos’s horns standing out among the crowd.

“Sorry I took so long.”

His chuckle is low, pleasing. “Good timing.”

The players get in their positions, six on each side. One team is clad in red, the other white. Alekos pokes your side, whispering to you.

“See the bunny boy on the white team?” He points to the shortest member, a rabbit beast folk in the back row. “I’m watching this for him.”

“A buddy of yours?” He nods, turning his attention back to the court. Your eyes follow.

All the players appear to be beast folk of varying species. The most striking member is a wasp on the red team, her exoskeleton white with black stripes.

She serves, jumping then hovering in the air before smacking the ball to the white team. A bear passes it over to the rabbit, who strikes it over the net. It flies past a bat and hits the ground, earning the white team its first point. 

Players duck and dive for the ball as the match continues. The games you remember from high school weren’t as intense, but those were matches with all humans.

The bunny glances to the small crowd on the benches, smiling when he spots Alekos. His attention returns to the ball as it zips over to his side.

Alekos’s stomach announces its hunger. “Want a snack?”

You shrug. “I’m fine, thanks though.”

“More nachos for me.”

Alekos stands and walks to the concession stand, marking the sand with his hooves. You turn back to the game. The ball darts back and forth, your eyes struggling to keep up. His friend is the quickest player, running over and smacking the ball to the other team when it crosses over to his side. After he hits it, the ball flies high into the air, then falls…

Slamming into your face like a brick.

You tumble over with a thud, creating a cloud of dust. Sand enters your lungs as you writhe on the ground, leaving you in a coughing fit.

A soft, unfamiliar voice calls to you.

“Are you okay?”

A hand grabs your shoulder, pulling you up from the ground and patting away the dust on your clothes. Your eyes take a moment to open as you cough, but when they do, they like what they see: the bunny player.

“I’m sorry.” He tugs at an ear, rubbing it between his fingers. “It’s my fault the ball hit you.”

You don’t respond right away, taking a moment to examine him. He goes up to your chest, so you almost have to crouch to get a good look. His hair and furry lower half are a pastel grayish pink, a color you’ve never seen on a beast folk before. A floppy ear falls to the side of his head, the other still in his hand. His skin is light brown, like polished wood. Underneath his white shirt are toned muscles, his reward for years of playing sports.

A blush races on his cheeks as you stare at him. “A-are you hurt?”

“Oh! I’m fine.” You are, even if your face is sore.

By now, a crowd of volleyball players has formed around you two. 

“Glad you’re okay.”

“That must have hurt!”

“Thanks, guys.” You’re not used to this much attention. It’s nice.

“What’s wrong?” Alekos rushes over, nachos in hand.

The bun boy turns to him, a frown souring his cute face. “The ball hit her.”

“Your face is red. Does it hurt?”

“A little.”

“Do you need ice? There’s a cooler near the benches…”

“It’s fine.” You sit back down. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your game.”

“If you’re alright…”

The game resumes. Alekos shares his nachos as you monitor the ball. It’s a close game, but the white team wins by a point. The teammates cheer and shout, high fiving each other. As they chatter, you and Alekos head over to congratulate the team for an excellent game.

“Outstanding job!” He gives his friend a hearty pat on his shoulder, and the shorter man nearly topples over. “Oops.”

“Th-thanks.” He looks over to you, worry apparent in his rosy eyes. “I’m sorry your friend got hurt.”

“I’m fine, don’t worry. Must happen all the time.”

He rubs the back of his head. “Not really. We’re usually better at hitting the ball towards the net.”

The wasp woman from the red team comes over. “Great game as always.” She grins, as much as mandibles can look like one. “We’ll beat you next time!”

“Thanks, Lucky.” He brightens up, his worry wilting away. “It was a tough game.”

Tough? He made it look easy.

Her glittery eyes turn to you. “And I hope you’re okay. You slammed the ground pretty hard.”

“Hah, yeah…”

“Can I make it up to you?” He gives you puppy (bunny?) eyes, his lips in a small pout.

Alekos taps your shoulder, whispering. “Food always cheers him up.”

“There's a café nearby I've wanted to check out. Maybe we can go there?”

His eyes light up, his frown turning into a smile. “My pleasure.”

Lunch with a cute guy. Today is good.

Alekos winks. “Catch you two later.”

The scent of fresh bread greets you and your new friend as you open the door. Visitors of all sorts give the little café a bustling atmosphere. Many of the customers, and the staff, are monsters. A fluffy minotaur takes your order (you stutter out your “medium cappuccino and toast”). Clover picks out a spot outside, and you sit down.

He starts the conversation with another apology. “Sorry again about hitting you.”

“No need to worry!” A small smile returns to his face as you laugh it off.

“I’ve never seen you in the benches before. Are you a friend of Alekos?”

“Yeah, we’re in the same art class. He’s my critique partner.”

His eyes light up at that. “He always makes his class sound fun.”

“Do you go to the same college as us?”

He tilts his head. “No. But I play with some members of the volleyball team.”

That would explain why you haven’t seen him around campus. “Do you work, then?”

“I sell vegetables on Sundays.”

A harpy server brings your food on a cart. Both of you thank her, her vibrant feathers shimmering in the sunlight as she flutters off to another table. Clover digs into his sandwich, and you take a sip of your cappuccino. You eat together in pleasant silence.

Clover finishes his meal first. He wipes crumbs off his face. “Thank you for lunch.”

“Thank you for hitting me with a ball!” As you laugh, his lips curl into a small pout. You stop when he doesn’t join you. “Dumb joke, sorry.”

“It’s fine.” He plays with his ear, his eyes avoiding yours. “Um… Would you like to jog with me on Saturday?”

“Sounds fun!” You haven’t jogged since high school, but it shouldn’t be too hard to get back into it.

His gaze meets yours again, his frown fading away. “Exercise is a wonderful way to get to know someone.”

You finish your meal, and the harpy comes back with the bill. Before you pull out your wallet, Clover holds up his.

“Fine. I get to pay next time, okay?”

After he covers lunch (and gives a nice tip), you part ways. Your grin is effervescent as you head back to your car. He’s so polite, so sweet, so… Cute!! Alekos needs to introduce you to his friends more often.

Buzz buzz. Your phone vibrates, lighting up your pocket. Bringing it to your face, the bright screen shows a text from Alekos. (Speaking of!)

“How was lunch?” A goat emoji winks at you.

“Delish! Clover is so sweet.”

“Thank you for hanging out with him. He can be fragile.”

“Poor guy.” Oh yeah, you should tell him the good news. “I’m jogging with him on Saturday.”

“Looks like you two are pals already. Have fun!”

You pocket your phone and hop into your car. On the drive to the dorms, you remind yourself to dig through your closet for your old jogging jacket.

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Fight for Attention: Part Three (Lemon Yandere DabixReader)

Request: Can we get a part 3 to the Dabi x Reader fic? The one with the coffee shop/ party??? It's got me hooked 👀

Author’s note: sorry for publishing this so late tonight, i meant to finish it up this afternoon but i had a really bad migraine so i had to wait till i felt better, hope you enjoy it though!

Part One    Part Two

Trigger Warning: lemon, smut, afab reader, noncon, dubcon

           You had hidden away in your apartment for far too long. For nearly two weeks now buried yourself in there, only venturing outside for class or groceries, and even then you always returned while the sun was still safely in the sky. From what Dabi could tell, you had somehow put together that he wasn’t about to pay you a visit, as he put it, when other people were likely to interrupt. No, the last thing he wanted was for his time with you to be cut short all because some hypocritical idiots decided to play good samaritan for a day. So, Dabi told himself, he would play things smart, he would play things cool, and wait for you to let down your guard.

           But, Dabi soon remembered, he hated playing things cool.

           And why should I anyway? he asked himself. Where’d be the fun in that?

           It was true, there was never any fun in waiting, especially when Dabi knew for a fact just how sweet the end product would be. He could still remember how soft your skin felt against his, how sweet you tasted. Watching you wasn’t enough, jerking himself off to the memory of you wasn’t even enough, so it was safe to say that Dabi’s patience for this little game that you were playing had officially run out. He was ready to play a new game, one where he made the rules.

           So when the sun finally set and Dabi was sure that you were safely asleep in your bed, he made his way into your apartment. Though again, he was not the biggest fan of playing things cool, he was careful as he snuck his way into the building, not wanting to be caught before he could have his fun, after all. Going a bit slower than he would have liked was worth it, he decided, when it meant that he wouldn’t have to fight to keep your attention on him.

           Standing over your sleeping form, Dabi breathed heavily, practically panting at the sight of you. With your already enticingly short pajamas riding up from all of your tossing and turning, your bare skin made for quite the tempting picture. Dabi felt his cock grow hard and his jeans grow almost painfully tight just from staring at you, so it wasn’t long before his (admittedly already weak) worries about waking you up were met with a resounding “fuck it” as he hooked his fingers around the band of your shorts and began to pull them down. Only barely managing to hold back a groan at the feeling of your soft thighs beneath his hands, Dabi joined you on your bed, kneeling at your ankles while he slipped your shorts so that he would have just that much more of you bare before him.

           Once he had thrown your shorts off the bed, smirking to himself that you wouldn’t need them for a while, Dabi made his way up those deliciously bare legs of yours, bringing his fingers as well as his mouth closer and closer to the softness of your inner thighs. When he finally reached the spot that he had practically been dreaming about these past few weeks, he licked his lips at the lacy little concoction that met him there. It figured, Dabi chuckled to himself, that you would wear panties like that. You must have remembered the promise he had made to you the night of that party, must have known deep down that no matter what you did to try to keep him away, that there was no hiding from him. No, Dabi had marked you that night, had claimed you, and he had wanted you long before then, from the moment he first saw you at that coffee shop. And you knew it to, no matter how much you didn’t want to admit it, so instead of running away you had dressed yourself up all nice and pretty for him.

           The crook of his nose nudging your clothed pussy, your sweet scent hit his tongue and Dabi could no longer hold back the moan, letting it ghost over your covered folds. Reaching up carefully, he pulled your panties off to the side and ran his tongue over your slit. And again, another moan came spilling out of his mouth at the taste. His tongue curled inside of you, as deep as he could reach, Dabi slurped at you greedily. Then he dragged his tongue up to your clit, swirling it around and practically slurped the damn thing. The twitching of your thighs around his head spurred him on, and when he heard those cute little whimpers escape from your lips he thought he might just cum from their sound alone. Soon enough though, a different sort of sound reached his ears. It was the sound of your mumbling, your murmuring, sounds that told him you were beginning to wake. Grinning at the new development, Dabi hurriedly pulled off his jeans and his boxers, letting his erection finally spring free, all the while still keeping his tongue working inside of you.

           Tossing and turning, a strange heat was spreading through your body, starting lower and making its way to each inch of you. It wasn’t a bad feeling, it felt good actually, but it would not allow you to continue sleeping soundly. So when you finally opened your eyes, the first thing that you did was not search for the source of the sweet burning of your cunt, but rather arch your back and moan at the sensation.

           “I thought you’d like it,” said a familiar voice, one that you could almost seeing smirking in triumph. “Not so high-and-mighty anymore, are you doll?”

           “S—stop—” came your reply, weak and overwhelmed though it was. Darting in deep between your folds, Dabi’s tongue elicited yet another moan from you, even as he dug his nails into your thighs. It stayed there for a few minutes, working you relentlessly until you could feel the tension growing in your core, ready to boil over at any moment. Right before you could get any twisted satisfaction though, Dabi moved away, leaving your pussy clenching around nothing and feeling more empty than it ever had. Despite yourself, the unfulfilled feeling made you whimper, something that Dabi caught.

           “What is it kitten? I thought you wanted me to stop?”

           “I—I did,” you panted. “I do.”

           “Well, it doesn’t sound like you want me to stop. In fact,” Dabi continued as he pulled a piece of your panties on either side away from your skin, letting his flames devour it so that he finally had you completely bare before him, “from just how fucking wet your pussy is right now, it looks like you want me to keep going.”

           “That’s not true.”

           “Oh, I think you know that it is. Even if you don’t admit it, your pretty little cunt here knows who you belong to. And hey, who am I to deny it?”

           With that, Dabi made his way upward, caging you beneath his muscled arms. He grinned down at you with the hunger of a wolf, one who couldn’t wait to just tear apart the prey it had caught. Shrinking into your pillows as he leaned down towards you, you closed your eyes as he nuzzled the crook of your neck, dragging his tongue all the way up to your ear. Reaching one hand back down to your still dripping pussy, Dabi found your bud easily, twirling it between his fingers while he listened to your whines.

           “I want to hear you say it,” he whispered in your ear. “I want to hear you say who your pussy belongs to. Who you belong to.”

           Eyes wide and dazed as he continued to play with you, you didn’t answer. Still, the aching emptiness of your cunt was agonizing, leaving you to feel unsatisfied and hungry in the worst way possible.

           “Say it,” Dabi hissed, just barely dragging aching cock against your entrance. The wait was getting to him as well, making him want to just slam his cock inside you until you gave him what he wanted, but he restrained himself, knowing that the wait would be worth it. When you still failed to answer, he let the very tip of his cock part your folds, tempting you with the possibility until once again slipping away, leaving your cunt to clench around nothing.

           “I—” you began to say, “I—”

           “That’s it,” Dabi cooed, more than ready to finally hear his little kitten purr for him. “Say it.” You were so close, he could feel it, all you needed was one more little push. And so, even as he was sucking the crook of your neck, he squeezed your clit hard between his fingertips.

           “I’m yours! I belong to you!” The words practically burst their way out of you, without you hardly even realizing what you were saying. But when Dabi finally slipped his cock between your folds, stretching you so deliciously, you nearly sobbed in relief.

           “That’s a good kitten,” Dabi purred, or perhaps growled, just before pressing his lips to yours. His cock impatient, Dabi thrusted fast and forcefully, not allowing you any mercy, even if you had wanted any. You were just so fucking tight, sucking in his cock like you were trying to swallow the damn thing whole.

           For your part, you felt as though Dabi were about to split you into two with the way he was thrusting into you, but you didn’t think you would have really minded if he succeeded. You could feel practically every vein of his cock pressed up against your walls, and no longer able to hold yourself back, moan after moan escaped your lips. The heat in your core was pooling again, so much faster this time now that Dabi had filled you up while still playing with your clit. Dabi, too, felt himself approaching his end as he continued ramming into you, could feel the way he was tightening inside even as he kept his pace unrelentless. So when your heat finally reached its peak, finally broke and washed over you, releasing your tension in the most beautiful way, your sopping wet walls sucked Dabi in to milk him for all he was worth. Dabi came just a few moments after you, his cock spasming inside you, releasing thick ropes of cum even as Dabi continued to roll your most sensitive bud between his fingers, making sure to prolong your orgasm for as long as he could.

           Falling back onto your pillows, you did your best to catch your breath as Dabi pulled out of you. That was easier said than done though, especially when the man who had been stalking you for weeks was now pulling you into his arms and resting your head against his scarred chest. Maybe now that he had gotten what he wanted though, you dared to hope, he would leave you alone. Maybe after tonight you would finally be given back your life.

           It wasn’t long before your hopes were utterly dashed.

           “Alright,” Dabi purred, his smirk resting in the crook of your neck, “you get a few minutes to rest, then a few to get cleaned up, and then we’re heading out.”

           “What?”

           “You heard me. We gotta get going before the sun comes up.”

           “But—but you got what you wanted. Can’t you just leave me alone now?” Scoffing, Dabi raised himself up so that his eyes bored into yours, letting you see the seriousness of the obsession that lay there.

           “Aw, c’mon babe, I think you know that isn’t what I wanted. Not all of what I wanted, anyway. What I want is your full attention, all to myself once and for all. And now that I finally got a taste of it, I’m sure as shit not letting you go.”

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My Hero Academia

Blue Exorcist

⋆ Shows/Movies I’m currently writing for ⋆

On My Block

Avatar: The last Airbender

Twilight

Divergent

The Hunger Games

American Horror Story

⋆ Personal Fave’s ⋆

Itadori

Zuko

Rin Okumura

Saitama

Chrollo Lucilfer

Sebastian Michaelis

Kakashi

⋆ What I'm willing to write ⋆

smut/lemon

dark content (Manipulation, incest, age gap, stepcest, somnophilia, yandere, consensual noncon, breeding, fem!dom, ddlg, bdsm)

Also i do write for underage characters however all characters in all of my stories, smut or not, are all aged up. 18+ unless stated otherwise.

Most of my fics will be written with a fem!reader, I’m not very good at writing gn things i’m sorry :( but if requested i will try my best 💓

⋆ What I won't write for ⋆

rape/ sexual assault

pedophilia

anything with piss

abuse