#and i didn't make a big deal about it or anything

[robertsfloyd]

his girl

an alpha that hadn't yet claimed you. your first time in the hard deck. his flirty superior. what could go wrong?

technically a part two to military issued, but it can be read as a standalone

Bradley Bradshaw was in love.

he held you close, nuzzled against your neck as you sat in his home. your home now, too, you supposed.

you didn't have a choice in the matter. when your first met, you were adamant you'd made the wrong choice in becoming a military omega. but Bradley's alpha scent was in your nose. his big, strong hands were on you, your brain melted.

you couldn't help it. your omega brain switched on, and you nuzzled against him, trying to get as much of his scent on you.

you wanted to drown in it, get drunk off of it. your alpha. your big, strong Alpha that you couldn't get enough of.

his lips nipped at your neck and you released a giggle. he hadn’t claimed you, yet, waiting for your heat. that was the proper way to do it, how the military wanted it done.

he now had a reason to come home.

***

it was weird, walking around with an Alpha that hadn't claimed you. you held his hand as he led you from the Bronco and into the bar.

the hard deck. a cute name, considering the little bit Bradley had told you about naval aviation. "ready?" he asked you, lifting your hand to his lips to kiss the back of it.

you swallowed the lump in your throat, but the way your moustache tickled your skin had you giggling. "ready," you answered.

meeting your alpha's friends was a big deal. even when you tried to pretend it wasn't, it was a big deal. his friends. the people he worked with. the people that would make sure he came back to you. his squad were important to him.

they were important to you, too, now.

this was something this should have waited until you were mated, until you had his claim on your neck and yours on his. but you were completely covered in his scent, and that was the next best thing.

the hard deck was a cacophony of shouts and jeers and music from the juke box. shouts of those trying to be louder than the jeers, jeers from the group playing darts. noises from the pool table too, cues hitting balls and balls hitting each other.

he led you through the hard deck, past the bar and over to a group of people in khakis. "hey, rooster!" one of them called as the two of you approached.

mostly alphas, you noted as you looked at them. two betas, no other mares in sight.

"guys, there's someone I want you to meet."

Bradley pulled you in front of him. his hands rested on your shoulders as he introduced you, gave his friends your name.

"hi," you said abd swallowed the uncomfortable feeling in your throat. too tight, lump in your throat too big.

shoving the pool cue into the hands of the spectacled man, the broad, brown haired an strode over. he looked tall, until he got close to Bradley.

beta, you realised once you breathed in.

"hangman," bradley mumbled, his moustache twitching as he pulled you closer. like he had anything to be worried about. you were well and truly his.

"who's this pretty little thing?" he asked, looking you up and down. a beta raised by alphas, you decided.

you patted your alphas chest. "this is Bradley," you said and smiled up at him. "he really is a pretty little thing, isn't he?"

red cheeked, hangman laughed at you. no, not at you. with you. "I'm jake," he said and held his hand out to you.

"nice to meet you, jake."

one by one, you met all of Bradley's friends. they were all lovely, but your favourite was natasha. she was maybe the second sexiest Alpha you had ever seen (behind Bradley, of course). not only that, but she was lovely. friendly, but she could easily hold her own. if they were a Pack, more than friends, she would have been their leader.

sat in Bradley’s lap, you listened as his friends told you stories. what they could of their time in the Navy. none of the horrible stuff, none of the traumatic things they had been through. instead, the moments they found themselves... enjoying.

no, enjoying wasn't the right word. but it allowed them to feel like they belonged.

as you listened, your glass became empty. you shook it, the ice cubes clinking together, before you drank them, too.

"I'm gonna get another," you said to Bradley and kissed his cheek.

he tightened his grip on you, not letting you off of his lap. "hey," he said quickly, his eyebrows raising.

rolling your eyes, you pressed a kiss to his lips. you pulled away, giggling as you made your way to the bar.

"same again?" the woman behind the bar asked.

"please," you said and she began making it for you.

you pulled your card from your purse, but someone placed their hand on top of yours, stopping you.

not Bradley, you would have recognised his scent immediately.

you looked up at the man, also in khakis. his dark hair was greying at the sides and there was something about his smile that put you off, like he wasn't used to the action. "I got it, darlin'," he said and opened his wallet.

you shook your head. "I'm good," you said and grabbed your card again. "thank you, though."

"c'mon, put it away," he said, trying to sound light. "a pretty 'mega like you shouldn't have to pay for your drinks."

a smile split across your face. "you're right," you said and tucked your card back into your purse. "lemme go and get my Alpha real quick."

you made your way back over to Bradley, grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet. "what're you doing, angel?" he asked, hands on your waist, pulling you into him.

he looked at the man beside you. "cyclone."

he fucking knew him!

oh, this was too good.

cyclone cleared his throat. "Rooster," he said as Bradley pulled out his wallet.

"have you met my Omega yet?" he asked, paying for your drink. you sipped it, practically glowing as your alpha protectively stood up for you.

he leaned down and kissed your exposed shoulder. "go sit down, Angel," he whispered and sent you on your way. you went willingly, sitting beside Nat and watching as Bradley spoke with cyclone.

"I didn't know he knew him," you muttered and sipped some more of your fruity cocktail drink.

natasha released a laugh. "knew him? that's our superior."

your mouth dropped open. your alpha. sticking up for you. in front of his superior.

you were so in love.

I'd loooove some more abo/hybrid!au top gun requests!

[kamospeach]

told you i like gentle giants so you softened up .ᐟ

plot: ceo!sukuna and the woman he was forced to marry finally learning to get along.

content warning: none at all. it's not 18+ but if i make a fic it will be.

peachy's yap: i wanna make this into a fic but im not 100% sure yet, lmk ! no smut just a small fluff to test out the waters. one last one shot coming until i go on a lil break.

this wasn't what you wanted at all. ever since you were a little girl you planned to get married to a caring man. years later give birth to a love child hold he or she in your arms as you and your loving husband smiled at one another.

that dream was gone now and here you were a year after your wedding. terrified to even knock on the door of his study knowing his temper was off the wall at the moment. when you were cooped up in your hobby room you could hear him barking orders. while you sat in silence writing novel after novel he forbade you to publish.

this was your everyday, wake up alone, eat alone, write alone, shower alone, watch movies alone, and even go to sleep alone. he was in his study night and day until his hefty body slipped into your shared bed waking you at 2am. he didn't bother to apologize he just turned away going to sleep himself. and yet you found yourself wanting to be close to sukuna.

you sighed already knowing the conversation you both were bound to have today... just like every month for the last year. you were given to him for your writing and negotiating skills. his father the previous boss offered to pay your father millions to suspend the contract at your job for you to work for them. all for money. you raised your hand knocing on the wretched door.

you and sukuna moved into this house 6 months ago and it felt like you'd been locked away in a tower. although sukuna never listened to your ideas or let you have your way about anything he left the house details to you. he stood back as you worked with the sketchy architect who purposely looked down your blouse (his words).

he let you pick out the number of rooms, and bathrooms. the ceiling height, the shape of the pool, even how many patio chairs you wanted. he let you decorate the house pick the colors, even would let you throw splashes of pink and purple where ever you pleased. but you never did it, you didn't want to do it if not with sukuna.

but to sukuna none of this mattered because his work was more important. in his words he said 'i'll let you deal with less important matters. at least im positive you won't fuck that up.' did that statement hurt? hell yeah but even then you still wanted to be close to him.

"s...sukuna?" you stuttered waiting to hear his gruff voice.

"get in here." he said sternly and you pushed the heavy doors open, struggling at the weight. once you pushed in you stood by the door hands behind your back fingers laced. "sit." he said pointing to the chair in front of his desk and you scurry not wanting to anger him.

"i'm sorry i didn't come sooner i was writing and i had a idea i couldn't lose." you plead his eyes never left yours. he face expression neither annoyed nor pleased.

"why must you continue writing, when you have a duty to fulfill here." he grumbled and you looked down at your thumbs.

"sukuna you wont let me go with you to negotiate that's all m'good for." you say and he scoffs at your excuse.

"you are here to write contracts and negotiate deals you have not done any of that over the last year!" he said his voice raising, by no means were you a push over. scared of this big, brolic, hunk definitely but one thing you'll never be is a punk.

"you have yet to assign me any work. i know what you'll say 'you should come ask me if there's anything to do' but you are my boss. you instruct i follow, i refuse to do anything for you if you can not request it on your own." your reply was calm, you didn't want to anger him further.

"i don't want to overwhelm you," he sighs. his strict facade dropping as he handed you papers and you hum. looking down at the papers it was full of stats and numbers that made your head spin. "this is everyday work for me, i need your help but i must figure it out alone."

"the numbers are a bit crazy but it's not much to find a way to make a deal that'll pretty up the numbers." you tell him and he nods.

"how?" he asked and you looked up at him. this was the first time sukuna had asked for your help. you were shocked that he even let you know that he needed help.

"i mean your the statistics man. once you work out the numbers we can talk negotiating." you tell him with a smile hoping the sly compliment of him being good with numbers didn't slip past him. his red eyes looked up at you through his thick lashes. the corner of his lips tugging upwards as if he wanted to smile and couldn't.

this day was the first day you sat next to sukuna behind his desk. your knees touched and even that amount of contact was enough for you. you helped him clean up his desk and he didn't object he just said 'make sure you put them where i tell you'. and you did picking up the papers on his desk and organizing them for him. placing them in different stacks based off who and what they were from.

little did you know sukuna admired your every move. he watched how you walked around his office complaining about how dull it was. how your curls bounced with every step you took. he watched you search up paint colors and decor for his office. not once did this distract him, he either hummed in agreement or disagreement as he worked on the numbers.

even days later the connection between sukuna and you began to grow. he listened to your opinions and even stepped out of his office during the day. he came to your writing room to sit and drink coffee with you at 3am when you felt like you had a good idea. he even showed you the room you called the 'junk room' that was quite literally filled with sukuna's junk. he pulled out an electric guitar bragging about how it was signed by one of the best.

he tells you the name as you face scrunches up in confusion never hearing of this man ever. but even your disinterest in that didn't deter his sheer audacity and gall. he called you a degenerate and said you were a bug under a rock. you replied with 'more like a boulder' as you looked him up and down judgingly.

this comment made sukuna laugh, yes actually laugh. from that day you never held in a joke, letting anything on your mind loose. sometimes sukuna would look at you as if you said the stupidest shit on earth. most times he'd shake his head with an endearing smile but 2 times out of 10 he'd laugh.

day after day the more time you spent with sukuna the more you were pulled out of the depression. you watched movies of families with a smile even thinking about having a child with that demon.

in return sukuna became more comfortable approaching you. initially he was scared to anger you or say something that would hurt your feelings. heading his father's warning 'don't talk to her too much. you know how you are, you'll hurt her feelings.' so he listened avoided starting conversation, leaving the bed before you woke up and coming in after you fell asleep. ate in his office and never ever entered your writing room.

that day you came in and told him he was your boss changed his brain chemistry. his father was wrong, he wouldn't hurt your feelings because you wanted him to act like your boss. you could dish it out and take it. that day was when sukuna thought to himself 'i could really get used to this'.

that's why after a month of the two of finally getting along sukuna instructed you to meet him at the dining table. dining table was a stretch as it only had 2 chairs. as you waited for him assuming it was about work you were shocked for sukuna to slam down your houses floorplan.

"it's about time we made this house into a home don't ya think?" he asked looking at you and you smiled. and the two of you sat there all night you sipping on a shirley temple and he drank whiskey. he promised he'd make you cocktails from now on since you found out he was a bartender for all of 3 months.

you planned and brainstormed until the next morning. you were leaned on the table drool coming out of your mouth. sukuna smiled at how comfortable you had became around him. he lifted you and carried you up the stairs. that was the first day sukuna felt like he was really a husband. that day was when sukuna swore to himself that he would be a husband.

[littelovelunette]

absolutely filthy gp!sevika request incoming >:)

i was just thinking about how she’d hold your legs open as she fucks you into the mattress because she wants to see exactly what she’s doing to you…

and when you can tell that she’s close you beg her to cum inside and she gives in and does cause she simply couldn’t help herself…

anyways do with that what you will!!! hehe

Absolutely filthy G!P Sevika coming up, it's long 1.1k words, haha enjoy, babies

The November Challenge

Contains smut, degradation, cnc, sevika has a dick, clit play, anal, anal virginity, squirting, spanking, praising, fingering

You thought it would be funny to make Sevika commit to the No-Nut-November challenge.

Given her attitude to a challenge, of course she didn't turn it down but she didn't wanna take it either.

All throughout the month before the last, Sevika struggled to hold herself back from stroking her big veiny cock, morning woods were the hardest to deal with, and she had to restrain herself whenever you both showered together.

You were proud of her, of course, but couldn't help laughing at the miserable grumbles and other ungodly noises she'd make when she was horny.

Sevika's libido had always been high and you knew it, she needed to go to the brothel so often, due to it, before you both became an exclusive thing and got married. But, her sex drive now was even higher with you.

What, she can't help it, you're just too pretty, aren't you?

Today was 30th November and the night was coming to an end, you both finished having dinner and were cuddling in bed.

“I'm so glad this stupid challenge is finally over,” Sevika grumbled and shoved her face in your hair, taking a long sniff which gave both of you comfort.

“Mhm? You've been struggling so much this month,” you cooed, running your fingers as you traced her abs under her shirt. She rolled her eyes at your slightly mocking tone.

Eyes flickering to the clock every now and then, Sevika's arm around you tightened a little as the minute hand ticked and ticked, getting closer indicating that the month was over.

Anticipation filled your chest as you watched Sevika's intense gaze towards the clock and the moment the hour hand hits twelve, she flipped you onto your stomach.

Sevika's body on top again, finally, as she pressed kisses at the nape of your neck, biting in an animalistic manner.

This was the beast she'd held in for so long, she pulled and tugged at your clothes, her hardened member rubbing against your ass cheeks making you giggle, “Needy?”

Sevika growled in response, taking her own clothes off, giving you space so you could pull your shirt up, the red bra clad breasts made her cock ooze out an impressive amount of precum. “Mmmm,” she hummed, palming your breasts before she pulled the bra off, unclasping it with her mechanical fingers, your breasts falling into their natural place had her almost drooling.

Well, she drools a lot.

You pulled your pajamas off, along with your pristine white, now drenched and soiled with your discharge, panties off.

“I don't even care about foreplay anymore,” Sevika said before she, without warning, thrusted her huge cock inside you.

“Sevika!” You screamed out, scratching at her shoulder as you tightened around her cock, her eyes rolled back as she felt the warmth of your tight, clenching pussy, “T-too much.” you stuttered and whimpered.

“You can take it,” she reassured, though not so gently, and started ramming into your pussy, her thrusts careless and sloppy as she continued fucking into your hole, making you see stars.

Her hands came down to grab your thighs as she forced them to spread, they were closing because of the pleasure and pain in your hole.

You hadn't had anything inside you for a month, and now the sudden intrusion made your pussy feel a burning stretch that felt absolutely delicious.

Your breasts were bouncing up and down, one hand tangling in the sheets while the other held onto Sevika's bulging bicep, “F-f-fuck!”

You managed to let out a stuttering curse word, only egging Sevika on further.

Sevika growled, “Taking me so well, little slut, I'm gonna ruin this hole,” she thrusted harder, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs.

“Touch yourself,” she ordered and you started rubbing your clitoris, your other hand playing with your nipple as she continued fucking you.

“Daddy, feels too good, please cu-cum…” you begged and blabbered.

Drool, tears and sweat running down your face as she completely ruined you.

“What a slut,” Sevika spat as she continued her actions, and with two powerful thrusts, she shot thick ropes of semen deep in your womb, making your toes curl and you squirted on her length right after.

Your back arched and lifted off the mattress momentarily while your legs and hands twitched.

Sevika's thrusting barely ceased, she thrusted a few more times before she collapsed on the sheets beside you.

Your thighs and back fell back down on the mattress, chest heaving up and down rapidly as you tried to calm down.

“S-So rough…” you managed a small whiny complaint, semen oozing out of your abused hole. Sevika only chuckled in response, “So wasted, my little dolly.”

She didn't stop there, she got up, lining her cock up against your asshole making you whimper and shake your head. “Daddy, no…”

You got on your knees and tried to crawl away but Sevika took the chance, grabbing your forearms and shoving her cock in your asshole.

Your eyes widened, tears streaming down your cheeks as you cried into the pillow, “Daddy, no! Not in my butt!” You sniffled and cried.

“Stop being such a whiny slut,” Sevika let go of your arms to send a harsh slap on your ass making your hips jerk a little, she grabbed your waist with both hands and started ramming into your asshole.

The burning pain was too much, making your legs shake and your hands started clawing at the sheets in an attempt to find comfort. Sevika pulled out a little, spitting on her cock, shoving it back in your ass and within a few more thrusts, it started feeling like a different sort of pleasure completely.

Her huge, veiny cock was slipping in and out of your asshole with ease, arousal dropping from your pussy and onto the sheets.

You never felt so humiliated and spent.

“Taking daddy's cock so well,” she slapped your ass and continued thrusting, “Please, daddy, it hurts so much…” you protested weakly but she didn't stop.

“C'mon you can do it, you're my girl aren't you?” Sevika threw her head back as you tensed up, asshole clenching, “Fuck, do that again.”

You blinked a little in confusion and moaned when she thrusted and you clenched again.

You gasped, “D-d-daddy!—” as she cam inside your asshole too.

Sevika slowly slipped her cock out of your body, watching as your asshole twitched a little, cum seeping out.

“Pretty,” she mumbled, shoving in a finger lazily fingering you.

“Daddy, can't, not anymore,” you whispered but she didn't cease her fingering, her mechanical hand slipping down to rub your pussy, pinching your clit.

Your face contorted as you squirted. Sevika helped you onto your back and gave you a moment to catch your breath before she gave you a soft kiss on the head.

“Let's get you a bubble bath now.”

[kanmom51]

4 months to go...

Someone clearly has JM etched on their hand and on the brain.

Miss those two so damn much.

Funny how as time is closing and discharge from military etching closer I feel like it's moving so much slower than the first 14 months did. Is it only me that feels that?

But time is nearing, nevertheless, and as it is, I can't help but think what comes next. What is the day after going to look like?

Obviously, I'm not the only one thinking of that.

The two of them are clearly contemplating the day after as well.

We don't know what their hopes and wishes are for that post military future is, but I can tell you what mine are.

My hope for post military is that they will continue to be as openly inseparable as they have been going into the army and spending those 18 months of their service together.

I know they are together and their relationship is as strong as ever. With as little as we've been getting from them in the past 14 months of their service, they have shown us that ever so loud and clear.

I want them to be able to continue and be open about it.

I want us not to go back to the reality of 2023. A reality in which we KNOW they were spending their time together, but we weren't supposed to know it. A reality in which they gave us crumbs and clues and puzzles to solve but couldn't be loud and clear like this:

or this:

I do feel like there has definitley been a shift since their joint enlistment.

Obviously, them enlisting together was a HUGE part of it.

AYS and everything we were allowed to see in that show (and everything we know we weren't allowed to see as well) was just as HUGE.

But it doesn't end with that.

14 months of service and we barely got anything from them. But when we did, even more so in the last few months, it always contains a clear message of their "togetherness", take it in anyway that you will (they spend free time together, sing together, exercise together, shower together, have heart to heart conversations with each other before going to sleep - together - might not have been said but clearly implied).

To little ole' me this is not a coincidence. This is a clear pattern. A plan in place, one may think or conclude.

So yes, my hope is that when we reach the end of these 18 months we will be walking into a new reality. One in which they don't necessarily 'come out' officially (I think that is asking too much of them, and it would be a huge decision for them to make - together - one that will obviously impact not only them, but the whole of BTS), but do not shy away publicly from just how close and co-dependent they are of each other. A reality in which, dare I say, it's an obvious natural progression for them to continue to live together as "roommates" (in JK's huge mansion, of course) because "they got used to living together while in service". One in which being seen together in public isn't a big deal, it's a norm. One in which neither of them has to cower away or freeze or double take when they are caught on camera together (JK's deer caught in the headlights looks at the camera in mind). One in which when they aren't together them mentioning of the other isn't an "oh" or "ah" moment, but a natural "not a biggie" thing, because that's just something they obviously do. One in which ot7 army who love to ignore just how close those two are (because they are too close and too suspicious and acknowledging that means acknowledging there is more there and that Jikookers aren't delusional shippers that are fantasizing or fetishizing those two, but clearly seeing what they have been purposefully ignoring) cannot continue to ignore any longer.

And I wouldn't have wished for all of the above if I didn't think that was something they wanted.

Because most of all I want one thing.

Most of all I want them to be happy!!

[nakylvr]

omg dealer!dani angst where a deal goes wrong and she either goes to jail or to the hospital and reader finds out through the news after not hearing from dani for a few days thinking she ghosted her!!! if she goes to jail reader posts the bail for her and if dani is in the hospital reader will be by her bedside everyday😭😭😭

dealer!dani comeback ✊ this has been in my drafts for a hot minute i apologize but here 🤲

– ECHOES OF SILENCE

warnings/tags: hurt/comfort, language, established relationship, f!reader, dealer!dani au, injuries mention, hospitals

to say you were worried would be an understatement. the first reason being told to stay home from daniela while she went out to a deal with others. the second being she never came back. you tried texting, you tried calling, you even called manon and minji to see if they knew anything only to get no answers. worried wasn't the right word anymore. you were starting to freak out once it reached day two of not hearing from her.

your first thought is she's ghosting you. for what reason? you could never know. while she's never done it before, part of you wouldn't be too surprised if she randomly decided to leave and not bother responding. your next thought is that something bad happened. that's the only other explanation. if she got arrested, thankfully you had bail money in a safe. if it was worse? you didn't want to think about it.

on day three you finally got an answer. scrolling through the news section on your laptop, your body freezes when you land on a certain article.

altercation in downtown los angeles in a drug deal leaves 1 dead and 3 wounded, 1 critical

"oh my fucking god," you let out, clicking on the article to open the full page. you skim over it quickly before landing at the bottom where it says the nearest hospital was. you quickly get up and change into something more presentable, slipping your shoes on before rushing out of the apartment.

getting to the hospital was easy, making your way through the hospital was not easy. they told you what room daniela was in, but finding the room was a fucking mess with how big the place was. when you finally found the room, you stopped when your hand touched the door. '1 critical', you remembered seeing. obviously you weren't told her condition with you immediately rushing off the second you were told the room number, so you had no clue what you were walking into.

taking a deep breath, you slide the door open, and freeze in your spot. she was asleep, an iv next to her going in her arm, her arm in a sling, a black eye and other bruises scattered across her body. you hesitantly take a few steps forward, sliding the door closed behind you as you approach the bed, not being able to hold back the sob building in your throat.

daniela's eyes slowly open the second the sob leaves your mouth, and she blinks a few times before realizing it's you standing next to her. "yn?" her voice is raspy as she says your name.

the tears start falling from your eyes before you can think, your arms wrapping around the girl carefully while sobbing into her neck. "i was so worried about you, i-i didn't know what happened, yo-you never came back."

with her moveable arm, dani runs her fingers through your hair, her heart clenching at your cries. "i'm sorry. i didn't mean to worry you," she says quietly. "i'm okay, i promise."

"you could've died!" you exclaim, pulling your head away to look at her. "y-you could've died a-and i would never know. i can't lose you, dani," your voice cracks as you speak, the tears still seeping down your cheeks.

daniela's hand moves up to cup your cheek, wiping away the tears that were still falling. "you won't lose me, i promise," she softly tells you. "i'm still here, i'm all in one piece, i'm okay. there's nothing to worry about."

"your arm is broken, dani," you respond. "and you look like shit. but i'm so glad you're okay."

"trust me, i'm glad too." she leans forward, pressing a soft kiss on your lips. "and now i can finally leave since you're here."

"good." you smile a little at her. "let's go home, we'll get something to eat on the way back. i know hospital food isn't the greatest."

"oh my god it's not even food i don't think!" daniela groans dramatically. "the only good part was the jell-o, seriously!"

you couldn't help but laugh at her words, nodding your head and patting her shoulder. "i'm sure."

a moment of silence fills the room before daniela speaks again in a quieter voice. "you're not mad, are you?"

"no." you shake your head. "but you aren't going anywhere until you're healed, and i mean anywhere, daniela," you tell her. "if someone is desperate enough for something, they can meet me outside the apartment. otherwise, no nothing until you're better, okay?"

"okay," she mumbles, nodding her head. "does this mean you'll be taking care of me the whole time?" she smiles a bit.

"don't get any ideas," you reply, already knowing what she was thinking. "you're the one who broke her arm."

"and you are my saving grace." she smiles wider.

"wow," you say, shaking your head. "are you concussed too?"

"nope, just in love with you," she answers.

"you're terrible."

"you love me."

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Hey! I'm not sure if you received my ask about the Haitani brothers (separate) headcanons with a clumsy reader? Of course i'm not rushing you or anything like that! but Tumblr can be tricky sometimes and requests don't always get sent, so i was just wondering lol

Have a good day/night!

No I didn't see anything like that in my ask box but here are a few!

Ran

Can be very teasing about it at times, not in a harsh way but more of a lighthearted way.

If you accidentally walk into him, he uses it as an excuse to flirt,something about how you just need to be close to him.

Will frequently put his hands on your hips to steer you through crowds

Takes the whole thing in a pretty lighthearted way, if you were to drop a glass, he'd just shrug and say that it's not a big deal, he can buy another etc.

Sometimes uses your clumsiness to make the worst pickup lines like "you can drop other things but don't drop my heart ;)" He's terrible.

Helps you out quickly and calmly anytime you accidentally hurt yourself.

Is so quick to throw hands if someone insults you over it. He tends to ask them to repeat what they just said while he has a dangerous look in his eyes.

Rindou

Takes the fall for you a lot in public, like if you accidentally knock something over, he'll very quickly and loudly go "my bad" so he get's the blame for it.

Will occasionally tease but is a lot more reassuring towards you during clumsy moments, telling you that it's ok.

Insists on cleaning up any mess you do accidentally cause (especially if glass is involved)

The first few times you accidentally walked into him he was surprised but also a little flustered by it. Eventually he has a small smile whenever you it, he doesn't tell you this but he finds it kind of endearing. 

Tends to be a little more panicky if you accidentally hurt yourself but helps the best he can.

He's very good at catching you if you accidentally slip

Is also very quick to defend you if anyone dares to insult you over it. He immediately throws a punch/ insults them back. 

[cloversnstrawberries]

oc intro post ! ! older brother!platonic yandere!80s slasher

masterlist | requests open !

warnings; yandere behavior, possessiveness, overprotective behavior, mentions of murder, violence, serial killings, and past bullying of reader; manipulation, kidnapping, imprisonment, delusions (zachary thinks he's just protecting you), mental instability, and there might be more i forgot :(( if so, please let me know if i should add!!

additional notes; i'm very tired right now, but i just had to get this out of my system,,, here is the next runner up from the poll, Zachary!! i don't know what else to say. uh. go subscribe to dead meat !!! also i hope u enjoy :)

! ! introduction blurb & moodboard below the cut ! !

Sometime around the mid-1980s, in a small town right dab smack in the middle of the American Midwest; resided you and your family, consisting of you, your mom, your dad, your family dog--

And your older brother, Zachary. By all accounts, he was the quintessential all-american teen. It was almost like he was ripping right from the sitcoms and various movies and TV that followed high schoolers.

...Except for one teensy little detail, that if discovered, would shatter his entire persona. All he was would be brought into question-- for good reason, he supposes, but that doesn't make it any less annoying to think about the possibility of his secret being outed.

That being the fact he was the Fools Killer-- I mean, no one would suspect Zachary! You'd have to be crazy to accuse him of being the maniac going around in a jesters costume, killing people with no obvious rhyme or reason.

You'd be right, but you'd still be crazy. Zachary wouldn't do something like that! He was a kind, caring, and popular guy. He was the kind that'd help you pick up books after spilling them in the hallway, or pay for his friends if they couldn't afford food at the moment.

He was your brother, and he was a great one at that. The part where he (noticeably) differed from the depictions of his kind of small-town golden boy, was that he wasn't cruel to you at all.

If anything, he was so nice to you that people questioned it. How could siblings be so close? Sure, you fought-- just like everyone else did. Fought over stupid stuff, like your brother pouring himself a 1/2 gram more of soda than he poured you, or for a spot on the couch;

Normal stuff. But other than that, you didn't really butt heads. No mocking, no mean-spirited teasing, or purposeful humiliation.

He was, however, very protective of you. At first it was manageable, when you were younger-- still was, to an extent. It all hit a head about a year ago, when he yelled at you for not telling him you were getting picked on. That he would've dealt with it, before you got the big blackeye you'd come home with.

That was the one and only time he ever yelled at you.

The boy who gave you that black eye disappeared shortly after-- and is commonly thought of as the first victim of the Fools Killer. You don't make the connection, even as more and more people disappear around you; people who dared to slight you,

Who dared to slight Zachary's precious little sibling.

He thought of it as... pest control, really. These people weren't going to go anywhere in life anyways, with how they treated you.

Really, you were the most precious thing on Earth to Zachary-- he refused to believe that it wasn't simply fact. It slipped his mind that everyone else was so stupid, unable to see how brightly you shined.

he was just protecting you, is all-- and it relieved his stress as well. He felt bad for snapping on you, he really does; but it'd been so cathartic to deal with the little shit himself,

It's for your own good, that he's secretly become Fools Killer. He's just protecting you-- both from others, and from him ever yelling at you again. You didn't deserve it.

It's for your own good that he keeps you in the dark as long as possible-- but when, eventually, his clever little sibling figures out Zachary's little 'hobby', or walks in at a less-than-ideal time;

Well, it's hardly his fault if he has to take you somewhere else, so he can take care of you. You don't need anyone else. He's always been here for you-- more than your parents, in his mind.

besides, he's a pretty damn good actor. He was practically born ready to play the part of a grieving brother, doing all he can to try and find his missing little sibling; afraid that they too had ended up as a victim of the recent killings.

Knowing damn well where you were, kept safe and sound in a little shed/hangout you two's dad had built Zachary when he was younger, as a place to escape from it all.

It was surprisingly easy to make into a living space for you-- and even easier to lock it down, lock you down, and make sure you can't leave.

it's all for your own good, after all! He knows the phrase usually goes mother knows best... but he's sure whoever invented the saying wouldn't be too mad if he altered it to fit his purposes, right?

[kittendreaw]

Actor! Satoru x F! Reader.

Mainlist

Pt.2

Satoru was on top of the world, he was the prince of Hollywood, the new heartthrob of the big screen, sounds fantastic, doesn't it?

It was for everyone except you, his poor manager, the only reason you haven't quit is because of how ridiculously good the pay is.

"Just Please make my job easier Satoru." You couldn't help but be frustrated, Dealing with Satoru was sometimes like dealing with a spoiled brat and sometimes it was just worse.

"Well, I'll pay you for that."

"You pay me to be your manager, not your babysitter so please stay here and cooperate."

And of course he didn't because it was complicated, no matter how long he had been in the industry he was still a pain in the ass for assistants, makeup artists, directors, photographers, etc. Basically anyone who had the misfortune to work with him.

It was always the same, you should be used to it by now but it was impossible.

"What do you mean you're not going to come with me?"

"It's not that hard to understand."

He rolled his eyes while his arms crossed over his chest. No matter your size or how high your heels are, Satoru was simply giant in front of you. "Don't be a Smartass, Yn, you're my manager, you have to come with me."

"Nanami will do the job of going with you that night."

"but I don't want Nanami! "

"I'll be busy with some paperwork that night."

" Well, have Nanami do the paperwork and you come with me."

" It's not that easy."

Yes, it was that easy but you hated big events and going to the Oscars was torture for you, you had managed to get away on most occasions but Satoru was getting more and more insistent.

"Why?"

You let out a sigh, you could make up as many excuses as you could he just always kept asking.

"Satoru, look, I don't want to go."

"Why?"

"I don't know I just-" You could deal with people, that was no longer the problem but you still don't get used to all the cameras ready to capture every second.

"Why do you mean? It's not that hard, you just have to get pretty and come with me, you can do that."

"But I don't want."

"But you don't want." He repeated, clearly he was not happy and clearly not the day was not going to end without him getting what he wanted. There was a pause in which no one said anything. "I'm your boss, you can't tell me no."

"You should review workers' rights, Satoru."

"Dammit." He muttered. "Just say yes, please. I swear it won't be so terrible, besides I already bought you a dress, it would be rude of you to refuse it."

A pair of puppy eyes and a few more pleas and just as he wanted it, there you were with the pretty burgundy dress, the high black heels and gloves of the same color.

"Look at you, you are beautiful."

Satoru approached you, observing every detail of your appearance. It was true that the dress was pretty and that the makeup artist had done an excellent job, but you couldn't help but make your stomach churn every time you remembered the place you were going.

"But I know how to do it even better."

Satoru called one of the attendants who held out a box from which he pulled out a diamond necklace. It was beautiful and also damn expensive, it was the kind of thing you'd never pay for but always admire from afar. Satoru put it around your neck giving the final touch to your look that night.

"I-" It was too much for you, you couldn't accept it.

"Not a single word, tonight you have to stand out, after all you are my date." You felt your soul leave your body for a few seconds, you had planned to stay as hidden as you could but Satoru wanted you next to him posing for the cameras, this was definitely too much, much more than you were ready to do, you couldn't, Your mind was only thinking about all the negative possibilities this could bring and all the embarrassing things you could do. You wanted to throw up, was it too late to get back to the paperwork plan?

"What?"

[olderthannetfic]

I hate that EOTWR's involvement is making people dismiss how stupid the tag changes are.

So if I write an AU where Sam Wilson is the first Captain America, do I put it in Captain America (Chris Evans movies) or Captain America (Anthony Mackie movies)? If I write a fic where someone else is the first Cap, do I still have to put it in the Chris Evans category even though he's not the faceclaim and this isn't RPF or roleplaying? If I want to do a role swap AU, I still have to use the actors' names in the categories? Why? It's not RPF. I'm not writing Chris Evans. It's a Captain America MCU fic, not a Chris Evans With Blond Hair fic.

Also, they're not separate continuities. In order for you to write Sam Wilson, most of the time, with very rare exceptions, there will be a Chris Evans Captain America continuity implied. Characters from that continuity will be showing up, because it's the same universe. So a huge chunk of fic written since Endgame is going to qualify for both tags. I feel like this is just going to make tagging a headache.

It also makes searching for a fic a headache. Now you have double the categories to go through trying to find something you forgot to bookmark. Oh, you wanted to read that Sam Wilson fic? Well, all Captain America fics for MCU Cap were turned to Chris Evans fics by default, so unless the author has updated and swapped categories, you have to dig through the mountain in that category to find it.

I know people - usually rightfully - assume EOTWR complaining about something means it's not a big deal but this is genuinely a really shitty change on just about every level. If a change makes it harder to find and accurately tag things, it hasn't eliminated ambiguity. It's just perpetuated it.

1 problem - 1 problem + 1 new problem = 1 problem.

--

I'm skeptical that this particular wrangling choice will do anything useful, but all the same issues apply to everything comics-related all the time anyway. People are constantly writing frankencanon and having to explain that such-and-such didn't happen in their continuity, but it's otherwise mostly based on [specific adaptation] or [this one comics run].

I gather that people actually have asked for some wrangling changes... but personally, I think Sam Wilson gen fans are out of luck, and Sam Wilson ship fans are going to need to start from a ship tag and filter out Stucky. That's just what happens when something so popular its gravitational pull warps everything around it is adjacent to the thing one likes.

[eempyreall]

I wanted to come by and first of all praise ur work because they're cool as fuck, I love dark themed blogs. Second of all, is it possible to ask for a Souya x reader where she complains a little that he's a bit stale in bed, so he just flips a 180 and is mean to her about it? :33 thanks in advance

Thank you for the request! I didn’t really know what you meant specifically by ‘mean’ so I hope this is what you were expecting!

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♪ 𝐵𝑎𝑑 𝑆𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝐽𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝐷𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑠 ♪

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Oneshot ~ Boyfriend Souya x Female Reader

Summary ~ You underestimated who your boyfriend really is.

Featuring ~ Kawata Souya

Extra Notes ~ This is the fandom version of this story. If you want to read the non fandom that provides original characters, press this link.

This story should only be posted under eempyreall on my tumblr. Report if you see it posted under anyone else but me.

l apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Warning ~

You and the characters are 21+. Although I picture the reader as a black cis-gendered female, physical appearance will not be described at all.

Content within this story may not be realistic or factual.

I do not condone any of the behavior displayed within the story.

There may be dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit content, sexual content, non consensual and/or dubious consensual content, etc.

That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Souya has always been gentle with you. Despite his rough exterior and the way he handled fights, he was careful with you. You find it sweet how he treats you so delicately, as if you were such a fragile thing. But you had a moment of slight frustration as you spoke with your friend over the phone.

“I just wish he wasn't so soft. I love that he's kind to me and takes his time in the bedroom to make sure I’m alright, but it'd be nice to see him a little jealous sometimes or even be a little rougher when we have sex,” you sighed. “Maybe I'm just toxic.”

You hadn't meant for him to hear it. You weren't even that serious about it—it wasn't that big of a deal considering you both were just talking about your boyfriends. You definitely hadn't expected his change in attitude.

What you didn't know was the inner turmoil Souya actually felt after hearing those words.

You had no idea what his true feelings were. You didn't know that he checked all of your social media apps and messages when you slept, using your face to unlock the phone.

You had no idea how many guys he's beaten till they're near death after they made a pass at you, whether it was the bartender, barista, or anyone else, all with tears streaming down his face at the thought of you leaving him. You had no idea that when he wasn't working at the ramen shop, he'd follow you everywhere you went.

You didn't even know that every time you're both in the bedroom, he stopped himself from marking you and bringing blood to the surface while wanting to completely ravage your body. He wanted to break your mind, make you cry out for him and mix your tears and sweat together as he thrusts into you.

That night, Souya was different.

His usual quiet warmth was replaced with a sharp edge that his usual scowl didn't produce. There was a dark undertone to his gaze as he stood at the bedside.

“Get up.”

Your eyebrow raised as you looked at him in confusion. “Souya? What's going on?”

You gasped as he snatched the front of your shirt and forced you to stand from the bed. “What the fuck?!” you exclaimed before he shoved you against the wall, the hard surface hitting the back of your head.

The pain in your head throbbed as you stared at him with wide eyes, noticing the tears building up in his own blue irises. Your hands reached for his grip, only for him to release you and wrap his fingers around your throat.

“So that's what you really think, huh?” His voice was eerily calm, despite the tight grip closing around your airway. “You think I can't handle you or somethin'?”

“S—Souya! What are you talking about?” You stuttered as you tried to pry his hand off your neck. “Just tell me what's wrong!”

“I was nice for your sake,” his tone laced with something sinister as the tears finally streamed down his face. “I held back... thought you were too weak to handle the real me.”

“Y-you're scaring me, Souya. Please calm down!” You pleaded.

You froze as he leaned closer to you, bowing his forehead against yours, the palm of his free hand flat against the wall. “Tell me what you want, Y/n,” he whispered.

“I—I don't know. I don't know where you're going with this, Souya, and it's throwing me off. Please, calm down and just tell me what I did to upset you,” you pleaded with a shaky tone, tears pricking your own eyes in confusion.

“That's alright, 'cause I know exactly what I wanna do to you.”

Your eyes were rolled into the back of your head, tears mixing with the sweat on your face as you pressed your head against the bed. His balled-up shirt was used as a gag to muffle your screams and whimpers. Fabric was tied tightly around your wrists, strapping you to the bars of the headboard as your body rocked violently from the impact of his thrusts.

The bloody scars and bites across your body burn, the intense feeling of overstimulation taking over as your vagina numbs around his thick cock. You’re pinned into a mating press as his grip tightens around your legs. The safe word is useless as your body is forced into another spasm of a painful orgasm.

“That’s fucking right. Look at you… so weak and full of my cum,” he pants as he continues to grind his hips against you—your vaginal walls clenching around his length. He groaned at the pressure, biting his lip as his hips rolled harder against you.

He stops for a moment to lean over, fingers curling around your jaw after gently smacking your face to catch your attention. You look up at him with teary eyes as he snatched the fabric out of your mouth.

He didn’t give you a chance to lick over your dry lips. “Stick out your tongue,” he says with a low voice.

Once you comply, he drags his own tongue over yours slowly before giving you a hard thrust and holding the head of his girth against your g-spot. You grunt in response.

“You’ve lost the privilege to go anywhere on your own, if it’s not work. I don’t give a damn about your slutty friends or whatever plans you have. You don’t go anywhere without me, got it?”

“B—but, Souya—hah!” You cry out in pain when he smacks your thigh with enough force to bruise the skin.

“Got it?”

You nod in response as he continued to fuck into you until you faint.

[castlebyersafterdark]

Thinking about how Will loves to put on make up has got me in a chokehold.

Imagine Mike coming home early one day because he and Will have dinner reservations (or anything like that) and he walks in on Will putting on his eyeliner, face full of glittery make up, and my man is stunned.

Will wanted to surprise Mike by prettying himself up for their date but is upset because he can’t get it right and he needs everything to go perfectly

but Mike is now just focused on ruining Will’s make up (and the bed sheets).

They had to cancel their dinner plans 🤭

"We're going to be late again," said not annoyed or irritated as Mike lingered in the doorway, but matter of fact.

He peeked around the counter and glanced at the absent sway of Will's hips, butt poked out enticingly as Will leaned closer to the mirror. He bit his lip and smiled, then stepped back, giving him space. Fought back temptation.

Will hummed in acknowledgement from the bathroom and said no more. He was trying to concentrate. And not poke his eye again. He'd had to start over on the left eye twice. Artist's hands, typically steady, hadn't mastered the art of tracing soft, chalky pencil against slightly damp skin just yet. He didn't want to look like a clown - and a very sad one at that. Or maybe a raccoon. Either way. Not the look he was going for - that being, the mysterious artist type.

This was a brave step for him.

"What are you doing in there?"

"Can you go wait in the living room or something?" Will asked, not annoyed or irritated either, but nervous.

He wanted to get this right. He wanted to look pretty. It had been a hard enough decision to decide to try this for a night out. His previous little experiments had been subtle, private so far. But they were going out, to a nice dinner in a nice restaurant he felt safe being himself in. Taking a taxi. Alone in the dark backseat, together in some fancy booth. Him and Mike, being their very best selves after working so hard for a treat like this.

"If you want me, too. I can. I just-"

"Just, what? I want to surprise you."

Oh no. Wrong thing to have said to Mike Wheeler, who could never let a damn thing go.

(continued below...)

"A surprise?"

"Mike. Please. It's not that big of a deal," he lied and said no more after Mike's continued pleading inquiries.

Mike groaned and left the doorway. Didn't head to the living room, though, but sat on the edge of the bed. Too antsy, he scooted back, propped against the headboard, legs sprawled, arms like a wingspan across the pillows. He shifted and mustered up a sultry look, hoping that Will would walk out to find him there like an enticing gift soon enough.

He glanced at their bedside clock and saw they actually had a decent amount of time. Yes. They had time. He'd only wanted to play it safe, get out early, factor in unpredictable city traffic.

Mike contemplated unbuckling and getting his own surprise ready. Debated, and spread his legs, palmed at his slightly hard dick, beginning to take interest. They might have time for something quick. Maybe. Better not...

After only several minutes had passed, and barely that, he gave up. He couldn't take it.

"Hey, Will, sorry - oh. Oh, baby look at you."

Will, distracted after concentrating deeply on putting the finishing touches on his look, turned instantly at the sound of Mike's voice this time. Instinctual. Without thinking. He shrugged and gave a coy smile, masking his nerves. Hoped he didn't look stupid. Faked some confidence.

"I've seen me."

"You've seen you. Uh-huh. Have you really?" Mike stepped forward, sly smile in place. "Look at you."

Mike spun Will to face the mirror and hugged him from behind, kiss placed to the back of his head. He stepped back and shook his head. He wanted to devour him.

Will placed the cap back on the make-up and set it down on the counter. Mike traced a finger down the strong line of Will's jaw, contrast to the softness of his other features. He used a finger to tip Will's face up from where he'd cast his gaze to the floor. Needed to see him fully, needed Will to know how how effected he was.

"You are so beautiful, Will. I mean it. So gorgeous. Gosh, I love you."

Will squeaked at the quickness of the kiss that followed, with Mike swooping down to kiss the fresh color on his lips and squeeze him around the waist, drawn flush from thigh to chest. Mike pressed him against the counter, heard the sound of small plastic items clatter over and bounce into the sink and laughed at Will's whine.

"Mike, you're gonna ruin it," Will giggled, and swiped at the corner of his mouth where the light pink color had already smeared a little. It stuck on Mike's bottom lip, too, a slash of pink across his perpetually red mouth.

"Isn't that the point," Mike answered, voice deep and quiet, like low thunder reverberated across marble walls.

"For later. Haven't even gotten to wear it out the door, yet," Will protested but he already could tell his work was going to have to be reapplied before they left the apartment now, going by the look in Mike's eyes.

Will was transfixed to the spot, trapped. Heart rate rising. The foxes were circling the meadow. Little rabbit had nowhere to run.

Mike hummed and kissed his cheek, pulled back to stare at those pretty, dark rimmed eyes. Dark but soft. Carefully, artfully applied liner and mascara, just enough to enhance those bright, doe eyes. Made them look even bigger. Some sort of barely there powder made his skin shimmer and glow on the high points of his cheeks and the side of his face. Made him look otherworldly, delicate. And his mouth - fuck, his mouth. Pouty and pink, stained a perfect color and glossy on top. A vision. Subtle, but with effort that made him look effortless. Like he was supposed to look like that.

Skin soft as ever, hair combed and styled and falling just so, strands slipping between Mike's fingers as he carded a hand through. Flushed cheeks - natural, embarrassed slightly by the situation but excited by Mike's obvious appreciation. Smooth skin, freshly shaven, and the rest of his skin subtly applied with scents of vanilla and deep spice.

Mike was starving.

Dinner could wait.

Mike pressed him harder against the bathroom counter, moving from cheek to neck with kisses that avoided smudging Will's mouth further. Will moaned under the attention, head tilted to the side. Mike undid a few buttons, pushed the silky shirt over Will's shoulder as he mapped a path across his warm, bare skin, hot kisses to every little freckle and mole on his shoulder. He knew what he was doing. He knew every trick and button to push. Teeth to skin, mouth sucking hard at the hollow his Will's neck. A knee raised between Will's thighs, feeling his excitement grow, feeling how Will was just as instantly keyed up as him.

"What time is it?" Will gasped as Mike passed a thumb back and forth over his nipple, hissing through the jolt of pleasurable ache that shot down to his cock when Mike pinched and rolled the bud.

"I don't know. I don't care. We have time."

"Seemed impatient to get going before."

"Was I? Doesn't sound like me at all."

Will didn't answer and sprung into action. Fine. He wanted to play now.

He pushed off the counter and led Mike backwards from the bathroom to their bedroom, and shoved Mike down onto the bed. Mike's legs spread on muscle memory as Will shouldered his way in, already grappling at Mike's belt buckle.

Will's mouth was on Mike as soon as his pants and briefs were shoved partially down, out of the way only enough for Will to get at hot skin, mouth watering for it. Lips sealed over the leaking tips, savoring the taste like he was breaking a hunger strike. His talented tongue, his lips stretched and sliding down. Breath harsh through his nose. He was drooling around it, working his jaw to take Mike down further, now the impatient one.

He gagged on Mike's length, too eager, and received a soothing hand cradled his face to slow him down. Mike said as much out loud. Will didn't want that. He wanted to look pretty and he wanted to be used.

He pulled off and sat back on his heels, looking up at Mike. Make up mostly still intact, save for the smeared pink around the corners of his lips - some was left on the skin of Mike's dick. Will saw it, wanted to lick it off.

Soon enough.

Watery eyes. Wide. Pleading. Mouth open, tongue out. And Mike was the one who took action now.

It was a blur from there. Pants fell the rest of the way to the floor, clank of belt buckle. Big hands cradled the back of Will's skull. Cock slid between perfect, pink lips, heavy in Will's mouth. Will let his body go slack along with his jaw, hyper aware of his shoulders, his neck, releasing the tension and working his throat, fighting the urge to choke as Mike guided him, shallow thrust fucking his mouth and driving into a deep grind as Will swallowed him down.

So wet. An entire mess. Make-up ruined as the perfect, pretty color across Will's lips had mostly disappeared. Mixed with the saliva that dripped down his chin, spat from his mouth as Mike pulled off at at a painful sounding gag, only for Will to dive back in and suck him harder after several heaving gasps, hand flying over Mike's dick until he was ready.

Tears in the mix. Shimmer from Will's cheeks rubbed off on Mike' s hands and wrists, tiny specs of glitter embedded in Mike's pubes. Neither were going to notice that one. Didn't matter. Will gripped the back of Mike's thighs and swallowed and sucked and moaned until Mike pulled back, shallow thrusts until he spilled over Will's tongue and lips, painting him with a new color to replace the one he ruined.

Mike collapsed to the bed, bouncing on the mattress as his legs gave out. Will was pulled along with him, still gripped around his thighs. They laughed together and resettled. Will rested against Mike's bare thigh, draped across him, taking deep breaths after licking his lips as clean as possible at that point. Sticky mouth pressed to pale skin. Mike pet at his hair as he caught his own breath, as variations of "fuck, what the fuck, oh my god Will, what the fuck" were muttered above Will's head. He pressed nimble fingers along Will's jaw, soothing to the sure ache.

Will looked up at Mike and if he hadn't just come, Mike would have stiffened up full right then and there. Stirrings, though, a definite twitch as he took in the sight of Will. Debauched. Ruined. Like a fallen angel, landing directly into his lap. A big splotch of black makeup was smeared across Mike's leg along with a streak of come. Nothing compared to the state of Will.

Will's once so precise and demure eyeliner and lash application was smudged and streaked, bare patches in odd places as the rest followed sweat and tear tracks down flushed cheeks, mixed with the tiny bits of shimmer that remained on his face, overall shiny with spit and everything else.

"How do I look?"

Mike burst out a laugh at Will's quiet question, then hauled the man up into his lap, only to fall backwards onto the mattress together in a tangle of limbs and clothing. Mike kicked off his pants and reached down to start undressing Will, eager to repay and miss their dinner reservation entirely...

[stnkiconverse]

Hello!! I wanted to ask if you could do Jeff, Masky, Hoodie and Ben (adult/fandom version of Ben and all separated) how would they react if their love didn't like the smell of cigarettes? (Because from what I know they all smoke ;3)

That's it! I love your writings they are so good to read <3

Luv u ^^

Smoker Creeps x Reader who doesn’t like the smell of smoke/weed.

J E F F T H E K I L L E R (cigarettes & weed)

- Instantly defensive when you bring it up. Not because he cares that much, but because he hates being told what to do :3

- "Oh, you don't like it? Damn. That's crazy." Proceeds to light up anyway.

- Expect him to make it your problem for at least a while. Blows smoke near you just to see you react. "That bad, huh?" Grinning like an asshole (i hate him 😒/j)

- If you really press him about it, he gets irritated. "You're acting like I pissed on the floor or something."

- But over time? He starts adjusting slightly without making a big deal out of it :p

- Won't smoke directly around you.

- Steps outside more.

- Maybe switches to edibles instead of smoking weed if you really complain.

- If you ever joke that he already smells like blood and sweat without the cigarettes, he'll flip you off but secretly be self-conscious. Might start chewing gum more. (not that he'll admit it)

T I M / M A S K Y (only cigarettes)

- Doesn't react much.

- You tell him you hate the smell of cigarettes, and he just gives a neutral nod, and goes “Okay.”

- He's been smoking for years, He's not quitting, but he respects your space.

- Always smokes outside 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

- Blows the smoke away from you. (If you’re near)

- If you mention it lingering on him, he washes his hands and changes shirts before coming near you (he hates doing it because it’s just giving you both more laundry to do, but he loves you 😫😫)

- The only time he gets annoyed is if you keep pushing him to quit. "I heard you the first time."

- If you're genuinely concerned for his health instead of just complaining, he might cut back a little :p

- He won't say anything about it, but you'll notice he smokes less often when you're around.

- If you say he tastes like an ashtray when he kisses you, he'll scoff but maybe pop in a mint next time. Maybe.

B R I A N / H O O D I E (cigarettes & weed)

- Smirks when you bring it up. "Damn. That's rough for you." Proceeds to exhale smoke dramatically (he’s so annoying >:(/j)

- Like Tim, he won't quit, but he won't push it on you either.

- Big on compromise. He's the type to be like, "Alright, I won't smoke inside if you stop giving me that look every time l smoke."

- If you hate the weed smell more than cigarettes, he'll just switch to edibles. "Doesn’t hit the same, but it’s more efficient."

- If you hate both, he sighs but starts covering the smell better.

- Sprays his hoodie more,

- Chews gum,

- & starts smoking outside.

- If you complain while he's high, he laughs his ass off. "You're literally mad at a plant right now."

B E N D R O W N E D (only weed)

- Fake betrayal. "Wait, you don't like the smell? Damn. Thought we were cool." Clutches chest dramatically (😒)

- Ngl- he's lazy as hell. He won't stop smoking weed, but he'll try to adjust in the easiest way possible.

- maybe opens a window,

- or uses a fan.

- Hotboxes his room instead of the whole house 😭😭

- If you really can't stand it, he might switch to edibles instead. But he's gonna complain.

- "Do you know how much more expensive these are?"

- "See what I do for you?" Says this while waving around his weed gummy.

- If you whine about it too much, he blows smoke in your face on purpose. "C'mon, it’s a plant."

- Laughing while you glare at him. (I’d break up w him right there 😭😭)

So basically:

- Jeff → Defensive at first, but low-effort adjustments over time. Won't quit but will smoke away from you more.

- Tim → Doesn't stop but respects your space. Only gets annoyed if you nag.

- Brian → Compromises easily, switches to edibles if needed. Still makes jokes about it.

- Ben → Lazy stoner behavior. Might swap to edibles, but expect complaints.

Sorry for making u wait so long 😔���

Hope this was good enough tho!!

[vampydrabbles]

Hi. MDNI- Smut drabble ahead. You know the deal. loving all of you who are interacting with my posts I LOVE YOU !!! please send requests if u want- I would actually put effort into those.

word count: 1k

cw: themes of stalking, sort of kidnapping, mention of violence, Konig being an obsessive freak, messy oral/breath play I guess, dub con if you squint, insinuated baby trapping??, degredation

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Maybe you should have listened to his first warning.

One afternoon you accidentally bump into a beast of a man at the grocery store as you were distracted by looking for an item. You gaze up at him with a guilty face, an apology spilling from your lips. The man looks down at you, a black face mask covering everything but his eyes. Eyes that are a piercing blue, and it feels like he's looking right through you.

“Pay more attention next time, Hase.”

He mutters lowly, before moving on. You don't think twice about the interaction, going on with the rest of your shopping.

Then that same man- or, you're almost certain it's him- is staring down at you again. His face is obscured by a sniper hood, the only thing visible are those cold eyes. Your chin is pinched between his fingers, his other hand keeping you pinned against the wall of the alleyway. You'd been walking home from the library when a pair of strong gloved hands had ripped you right from the sidewalk.

“Didn't I tell you to be more careful?” He hisses, pressing you harder into the wall. His grip stays on your chin, making you look up at him.

“Stupid girl. I've been watching you all week- you didn't even notice. What if something bad were to happen to you, Hase? You don't pay any attention, just live in your own little world, hm?” His words are cold- degrading- but somehow there's a concern behind them. You can't get out any words, or really even move. You're certain some part of you wants to scream and run, but you're glued to the spot. Your mouth moves a bit like you're trying to speak, but nothing comes out. Your cheeks flush red, and you can't tell if your heart is pounding because you're scared, or if it has something to do with the heat building between your legs.

“That's what I thought. Can't even say anything, can't defend yourself. You're coming with me, Hase. I won't let anything bad happen to my sweet girl.”

He leads you to an all black car, windows tinted out; and he takes you home. Not to his home, he says; your new home.

You've learned his name is Konig, but not much else. He keeps you in his home, and despite his huge presence, he treats you like a little doll. Catering to your needs, keeping you fed, treating you like you're made of glass. And compared to him, you probably are. You don't mind it, actually. He seems well off, and he's made it clear he'd get rid of anything that bothered you, no matter how big or how small. You really seemed to learn that when he had let you go out with him to dinner and a man on the other side of the street wolf whistled your way. You didn't know what “curb stomping” meant until that night. Of course, Konig soothed you after he was done.

“Next time you don't look, Hase. Can't have my sweet angel seeing something like that.” No promises to never do it again, no remorse for that man that's going home without his front teeth and with the imprint of a boot on the back of his head- no. Just an order for you to look away next time.

Of course, his corrections and punishments aren't always so tame. He had just caught you stepping outside. Maybe he was scared you would leave, maybe he was scared someone would see you- all you know is that you were trying to get a good look at the deer that had wandered out into the yard when he grabs you and yanks you back inside, slamming the door shut.

“Stupid girl.” He growls, whipping you around to face him. “Where do you think you're going? Leaving out that door without asking me first?” His shoulders heave, his anger poorly masking his fear.

“No, Konig, I didn't mean-” your apology is cut off by his hand tangling into your hair, giving it a tug.

“On your knees,” he barks. You oblige and sink down onto your knees in front of him. He presses your face against his clothed cock- you can feel it twitching against the fabric of his pants.

“Need me to remind you, huh? Need to remember who you belong to?” You don't get to answer before he's undoing his belt, freeing his thick cock from his pants, pressing the tip to your lips. You look up at him, gaze soft and apologetic still. It makes him groan as he tugs on your hair.

“Open up.” He growls. The moment your lips part he's thrusting his cock into your mouth, hand still gripping your hair tight. He twitches and gets harder in your mouth, and you gag, trying to pull away. He pulls out just long enough for you to suck in a breath before snapping his hips forward again, bullying his cock into your throat with a heavy grunt.

“There's my angel-” he moans, savoring the feeling of your mouth around him. Tears prick your eyes as you try to breathe, but he holds your head firmly in place.

“Stupid girl. You know better than to leave without permission. You're mine. I thought I fucked that rule into your pretty little head already-” he huffs, pulling out to let you breathe. You gasp and cough, before he's right back at it again, using your mouth as his own little toy.

“Gonna have to keep punishing you like this until you learn, Schatz.” You let out a whine against him, the feeling causing his eyes to close as his cock twitches. He ruts into your mouth a few more times-

“Might have to fuck a baby into you next time- just so you always remember you're mine-” he hisses through gritted teeth. You can barely breathe by the time he's coating your throat with cum, his grip on your head loosening as he pulls you off his dick. There's a lewd pop sound as he pulls out, strings of cum and your spit sticking to his cock and your lips. He stares down at you, his breathing still fast and shallow.

You know he was serious.

[ajokeformur-ray]

You totally don't have to write this if you're not comfortable, but imagine reader being taken by batman since he's suspicious of her and J finds out and is beyond mad but she comes back unharmed? I hope that makes sense like how would he feel? Again you don't have to do if you don't like this idea ♥️♥️

I haven't written for J or seen TDK for a while so it might be inaccurate on the Batman side of things. I hope you enjoy this, nonnie, I love this idea!❤️

TW; morally ambiguous reader, reader is intelligent, reader gives no fucks and matches J's energy, kidnapping situation, mentions of reader being tied up and receiving relevant minor injuries, several mentions of J training reader to handle this scenario

It had been, by all accounts, a civil kidnapping.

You had been walking home and had been grabbed, pulled into an undercover cop van, driven what felt like seven to nine blocks away from your intended location to an old warehouse which was clearly where Batman operated on a bigger scale, offered a drink - which you had declined with urgency due to the risks of being poisoned, drugged, or something underhanded, tied up somewhat roughly, and then interrogated to within an inch of your life.

As someone very used to J and his eccentricities, Batman's methods were... somewhat lacking on the intimidation side of things, and you struggled to keep from laughing a few times. It was almost pathetic, and the line of questions were almost insulting considering he was suspicious of you and your connection to J.

He was right to be suspicious, but he didn't need to know that.

Still, you played along, you boded your time, you played sweet and ignorant, and you knew that they didn't know you were lying through your teeth. You weren't going to compromise or give anything away no matter what they did to you or how many times they threw curve-balls at you. They asked you multiple questions in multiple different ways, hoping to catch you off guard, hoping to catch you in your lies, but they never did. J had prepared you very well for this kind of situation.

In the end, they gave up. Whether it was Batman or someone else who decided, it mattered not. One of J's double-agent goons had found out that you had been kidnapped, relayed it back to J, and he was livid.

By the time you were driven home and thrown/manhandled out of the same van and onto your doorstep, J was there waiting for you.

The second you were safely inside and the door was locked behind you, J was all over you like a bad smell - really, you needed to remind him to shower sooner rather than later - walking around and circling you like a bird of prey.

J was ranting and raving about the situation. You were so used to his dramatics that you almost wanted to roll your eyes, you almost wanted to tell him to let you be because it wasn't that big of a deal - he had trained you for this - but you knew that J was showing you, in his own very misguided and unusual way, that he cared about you.

So you let him circle you, you let him gently grab you, you let him pull you this way and that, but at one point you snapped and said, "I'm fine, J!" You were completely unharmed other than the slight redness around your wrists and ankles from where you had been tied up, but it was nothing a little extra care over the next week or so wouldn't be able to fix.

"Fine?" J spat back sarcastically, his tone biting. He rifled around in his pockets, muttering "nope, nope, uhhhh no, not that one," but never tipping things onto the floor as he felt around for what he was looking for. He pulled out a small tin, flicked it open, and smeared his gloved fingers inside before lathering the substance all over your wrists; it was clumsily, lazily done, but with as close to a good intention as you would get with someone like J. "It, uh, ain't fine, toots. Nothin' about this is fine."

J snapped the lid shut, shoved it back in his pocket, and you could tell that he was at least surface-level disgruntled by the fact that you had been kidnapped, but also proud that you had held your own using his training. It validated that you paid attention to him, you listened to him, and it helped him to see that he was capable of looking after you even when he wasn't around to do that.

He'd have to give that double agent of his a raise...

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Adam Is Vanilla

@beef-brisket

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Adam played with the wedding ring on his finger as he waited for Lucifer to come home from a Sins meeting. This shouldn't be this big of a deal but it is, he knew that a key to a good relationship is a healthy sex life among other things.

His and Lucifer's relationship was great, perfect even!

But Adam...... He just wasn't super adventurous in the bedroom. He was satisfied with their current love making and missionary position was always a perfect go to of his. His idea of spicing things up was getting different colors of lube.

But he doesn't want Lucifer to get bored, just because he's okay with how things are doesn't mean Lu is. And he wouldn't pressure Adam into doing anything he wasn't comfortable with.

He wanted him to be happy too, he loved him so much he'd try most anything once.

Within reason.

The sound of a portal opening caught his attention and Adam perked up.

Lucifer walked through and smiled: Well hello dove ~

Adam: Hey Luci. How was the meeting?

Lucifer: Mammon was there Soooo not great.

Adam: Are you.... Up for talking about something?

Lucifer joined him on the couch: Sure.

He watched Adams face take on a shade of pink and he looked away for a moment. He was just so cute!

Adam: W-Well, I was thinking that maybe..... We could spice things up a bit. You know.... In the bedroom.

Lucifer: Oh? How so?~

Adam was so flustered, he didn't know where to start this was so far out of his depth.

Adam: I-I-I don't know....

Lucifer smiled gently and cupped his cheek: If this is something you would really like to do, we could always start somewhere easy. Like a different position?

That sounded simple enough.

Adam: O-okay, which one?

Lucifer: You could always ride me if you want.~

[halfbaked00q]

I want you to know you are not the first to get to "Bond absolutely has a service dog" and I am going to inflict my headcanon on you.

It starts because Bond suggests he and Q might get a dog to go with the cats. Q regretfully informs him it's not possible: he loves dogs, but his respiratory tract doesn't. He wouldn't mind if it wouldn't make him ill, but, well...

Bond drops the idea, but Q can tell he still wishes it could work out. So Q starts doing some research, and for Chanukkah that year he takes Bond to a kennel where he's already paid for a giant schnauzer puppy; all Bond has to do is pick one out. As long as they keep the bedroom and sofa off-limits, the breed is low-allergen enough Q should get on just fine.

Bond names the dog Luaidh and refuses to explain why. And for awhile it's just two men and their cats and dog, until Q notices something odd, which is that when Bond is having nightmares Luaidh will open the bedroom door (and how she learned to do that even Q doesn't want to guess), come right up to Bond's side of the bed, and nose roughly at his hand until he wakes up. Then she'll leave the bedroom and wait just outside the door for him to step out, as though she's broken protocol to stop a minor emergency and then returned to form as soon as it's done. As soon as Bond steps into the hallway she'll lean on him almost hard enough to knock him over, and keep on while he scratches her ears and neck and back until he's steady-on again.

Q has a hunch, and he tests it by suggesting they go to the park and then get lunch at a place he knows is pet-friendly, at a time of day he knows will be busy. If his hunch is wrong, he can always steer them back toward home.

But he doesn't appear to be wrong. Luaidh stays between Bond and the press of people at all times. She accepts ear scratches from the few people who ask, but still makes an obstacle of herself when they approach, and when they get to the cafe she slips under the table neat as you please and rests her head firmly on Bond's knee.

Giant schnauzers are working dogs, and in the absence of an assigned task, Luaidh has assigned herself.

Bond balks at the idea of having a service dog for PTSD. But eventually he has to admit it was nice, going out with Q at normal hours and not feeling the everpresent buzz of caution-caution-caution under his skin; of feeling like he had eyes and ears on his six and could simply breathe.

Q handles the paperwork and arranges training for the few things Luaidh didn't pick up naturally. Bond insists on her commands being in Gaelic, and that jams things up for a bit, but she's certified and ready to go in just over six months.

Suddenly their world opens up. Bond didn't realize how reclusive he'd become to deal with the constant anxiety until they start going to movies and galleries and restaurants where they sit by the window instead of hunkering down in the back. Eventually he even agrees to look into therapy.

It's around this time that Q hears Bond direct Luaidh under a table--laigh sìos--and something about it hits his brain differently than usual, and he realizes "Luaidh" is also Gaelic. He can finally find out exactly why Bond is so mysterious about it.

He looks it up, and decides not to say anything. Bond is more forthcoming about his feelings these days, but that doesn't mean there aren't blind spots, and he clearly didn't use English for a reason.

Even so, Q smiles.

!!!! oooh this is all very good, thank you for sharing!!!!

giant schnauzer is such a fun choice, I love big dogs the size of small ponies.

💯💯💖💖💖 to the commands in Scottish Gaelic and also the name choice whehhhh 🥺

I looove the idea that Luaidh, who probably only has like the general dog training & commands but is also very intelligent & protective and also has a livestock guarding drive, picking up on James' microtells and adjusting behavior to minimize & mitigate stress & stress-like symptoms in her weird goat. I also love the idea of her sort of intuitively picking up DPT bc the image of this giant dog sitting on Bond is Very Good.