#anon rolled pure sugar

[im-ovulating]

can i request a yandere izuku x fem reader where he sees her talking to another guy so later in bed he gets realllly possessive

(A/n: Kinktober Day 12/15! 3 more daysssss!!!!! I haven't really dabbled in writing yandere content, so forgive me if it's not the best. Also, it wasn't specified if you wanted a soft or traditional yandere, so I went traditional, hence the warnings. If it is too much for you, Anon, I apologize. Just let me know and I will rewrite it as soft yandere.)

This fic got really dark, really fast. If you are uncomfortable reading about nonconsensual acts and rape (as is commonplace within the yandere scene), this is your first warning. If you read the official warnings below, continue to the story and then get triggered, that is on you, not on me. There is ample warning and a cut-off that you have to click on in order to access the story to keep accidental triggers from happening. Know your limits and curate your own internet experience. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Word Count: 2,956

Summary- Why are you talking to him? Is Izuku not enough? He'll show you he's enough... more than enough.

Warnings: Yandere Tendencies, Stalking, Izuku Tries to Baby Trap Reader, Possessiveness but Not in A Cute Way, Non-Con and, Once Again- Read At Your Own Risk!!

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Izuku Midoriya x Fem! Reader: His

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Izuku sits in the same café chair as usual. His eyes flicker up from his laptop screen, his gaze scanning the coffee shop until it lands on you behind the counter. You – the reason he keeps throwing dollar after dollar away on overpriced coffee and pastries day after day. He’s become a regular fairly quickly.

As he continues to type asway on his laptop, he can’t help but let his stare linger a bit longer than casual. It’s not causal, though, is it? He’s completely added a new stop in his morning routine simply to stalk a girl. He may front that his laptop is for work, but really, he’s using it to take notes on everything his darling does.

He would use his tried-and-true notebook, but he’s learned that it’s way too easy for someone to snatch and read off of and he doesn’t need anyone finding out about this… transgression.

He smiles to himself as you laugh with one of your coworkers – a short, older woman with the beginnings of greying in her otherwise midnight colored hair, aka, she’s not a threat. He’s too far away to hear your conversation, but seeing the way you tilt your head back with that gorgeous smile and laugh is enough. For now.

You notice the green haired man again - Izuku. It’s no surprise, he comes here every morning for an hour or two, He’s always working on his laptop; your guess is either college student or remote worker.

He’s cute. The freckles that dot his face soften his otherwise imposing frame – you swear he must be well over six feet of pure muscle. He’s always been kind, though, if not a little odd. He tends to stumble over his words and rant a bit whenever you talk to him, but you think it’s sweet, like a schoolyard crush.

Today, he’s stayed a bit longer, his coffee long gone as he keeps typing away. To you’re knowledge he hasn’t ordered anything to eat in the few hours that he’s been here, so you decide to take the opportunity to have an excuse talk to him.

You make your way over to the display case and slip some gloves on. Reaching in, you grab a cinnamon roll and place it on a small plate before rounding the counter and making your way over to his table in the corner.

“On the house,” you smile softly, setting the plate next to his laptop.

When his head snaps up to look at you, his face starts to turn a light red. Now he really looks like a strawberry.

“You’ve been here for a while without eating anything and I’m not having you pass out from low blood sugar while I’m on the clock,” you joke lightly, seeing the slight confusion on his face.

He lightly shakes his head, as if to snap himself out of something, before he returns your smile. “O-oh, thank you! But you didn’t have to-”

"It’s no problem,” you assure him. “If you need anything else, just let me know," you say with a wave of your hand before returning to the counter.

Izuku watches as you get swept back up into your work. The older woman you were laughing with earlier lightly swatting your arm with a grin as she glances over at you. Based on the way turn your face down with a shy grin, he can only assume she asked about him. With amusement written clearly on his face, Izuku takes a bite of the still-warm pastry; it practically melts in his mouth, and he thinks that, just maybe, the café’s pricing isn’t as overpriced as he thinks.

No – 8 bucks for a coffee is insane.

The next morning is more of the same: Go to the café, watch you, document down anything new about you, eventually have to leave and go to work.

Except it’s not the same. It’s not the same at all. There’s a man leaning against the counter talking to you when Izuku walks in. He freezes in place, needing a second to process that he is, in fact, seeing this. That this man, who’s not even worthy enough to exist in the same room as you, thinks that he can flirt with you. And that his darling is entertaining it.

He nearly snaps right then and there when he sees the man reach out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His hands curl into fists at his side, the skin pulling taut and pale over his knuckles. How dare this man lay his hands on what is rightfully his? He can feel the possessiveness swelling inside of his, rearing its ugly head back and urging him to march over there and rip the stranger’s hand off of you.

But he doesn’t. Not yet.

Instead, he simply turns back around and exits the café, already coming up with a plan to get rid of this... nuisance.

Entering your bedroom that night, you don’t notice the figure sitting on your bed, shrouded in the darkness of the room. You don’t bother turning the light on yet; you’ve had a long day, and the light would only serve to worsen your headache. You snag some clothes from your closet and head into the bathroom, wanting to wash the day away.

As you shower, you can’t help but feel like something is off, but you ignore it. Surely, it’s just your mind taking advantage of the stress and making you paranoid.

Stepping back into your room as you brush your hair, you finally turn the light on.

You let out a startled yelp as you see him. Sat on your bed, with a dried red substance that can only be one thing on his hands, is Izuku. His forearms are on his knees as he lifts his head to meet your gaze; there’s more of the smeared color on his cheek.

No amount of freckles can soften the look on his face as he glares at you with sharp, green eyes. “I saw you with that man today…”

“You know,” he says, standing from the bed with a slow, predatory grace. “I thought we had something, darling. I thought you understood that you are mine and mine alone.”

He starts to walk towards you. Every step forward, you meet with a step back, repeating this until you realize with horror that your back has hit the wall.

“I-Izuku…” You stammer out, pressing yourself further into the drywall as if you can disappear into it if you will it hard enough. “What are- what are you doing in my house?”

It’s a stupid question, really. He’s spelled it out for you already, so you can guess, but some twisted part in your mind wants to hear him say it, to confirm the worst-case scenarios swirling around your thoughts.

Your eyes flick down to the blood on his hands. You have a feeling you know who it came from. “What did you do to him?” You ask, horrified.

“You know what I did. At least, you know the very least of what I did." Izuku answers. "He touched what’s mine, so I had to… teach... him that it’s rude to touch what’s not his.” Izuku reaches up to cup your cheek, ignoring your harsh flinch as he steps even closer, so your chests nearly touch. “I made sure that he would never bother us again, my darling.”

“You’re insane…” your voice wavers barely above a whisper as your eyes well with tears.

Izuku’s expression darkens as he hears the fear and desperation in your voice. He free hand grabs your arm, holding you tightly in place as his eyes narrow dangerously.

“Insane?” he seethes, his face mere inches from yours. “I’m not the insane one here, Y/n. You are, for thinking you could just replace me with some worthless stranger.”

He leans in closer, the intensity in his gaze almost overwhelming. “I’ve given you everything, Y/n. My heart, my soul, my entire being. And this is how you repay me?”

The hand on your cheek caresses you with a twisted tenderness. “I did this for you. To protect you. To show you that no one else can have you; that no one else deserves you,” his voice calms to a plead. “I’ve watched you, studied you, spent ungodly amounts of money on that damn shop’s subpar coffee… and it was all to ensure that I could mold myself into the perfect man for you…”

You’re stomach drops as you process what he just said.

All of these months, you thought he was just a really dedicated regular. Now you know… He was stalking you…

You’re thoughts travel back to how much he writes on that laptop of his and your legs nearly give. He’s been taking notes on you, studying you like a fucking lab rat, seeing what makes you tick so he could manipulate you into falling for him. Oh god… you think you’re gonna be sick.

“You’re insane…” You repeat, your voice is barely audible over your own thundering pulse. “We were never together! You’re a stalker- a- a murderer…” Your head feels funny and the room is starting to spin.

“How dare you!” Izuku snarls, his voice low and menacing. “You know nothing about what I do! It’s all for you. For us, you stupid girl!” He yanks you closer, wrapping his arm around you so you can’t get away. “I’m your protector. Your savior. And you’re going to learn to love me the way I love you – even if I have to break you.”

He tangles on hand in your hair, tugging the still-damp strands to force you to tilt your head back. He leans down, capturing your lips in a forceful kiss.

The tears are free flowing down your face now; sobs rip from your chest as you desperately try to get away. He tightens his grip on you, a dark chuckle rumbling in his chest. “Now, now, my love, there’s no need for all that,” he murmurs into the kiss. “You know you want this just as much as I do.”

You manage to get an arm free and land a harsh slap to his cheek, hoping the shock will be enough for you to get away.

Izuku’s face contorts in a mixture of shock and rage, but he doesn’t let go of you like you were hoping. Instead, he tightens his hold even more, making it hard to breathe. He starts pulling you to bed, making you really panic.

“No! No- please! Please don’t do this, Izuku, please!” You beg, digging your heels into the floor to no avail.

“You’re going to pay for that, Y/n.” he growls, his voice dripping with menace. “You’re going to learn to respect me, to obey me.”

He tosses you onto the bed, following you down as if it’s his rightful place on top of you. His hands are everywhere, tearing at your clothes, pulling them off to expose your skin. “You’re mine. And I’m going to prove it to you, whether you like it or not.”

He all but rips his belt off and grabs your wrists, binding them to the headboard with the leather. “You’re not going anywhere. You’re going to cum for me. You’re going to scream my name and you’re going to do it with a smile on your face.” He’s pinning you down, his weight crushing you and his erection pressing against your thigh.

Your fighting continues to remain fruitless. You try to kick him but he easily gathers your legs on one arm, shoving your knees towards your chest as his other hand works on undoing his jeans.

You can’t breathe. Your chest is heaving, desperately trying to drag air into your burning lungs but you can’t. The room is spinning even harder, and you can see black spots starting to dance in your vision. You’re still trying to plead with him, but you can’t hear yourself anymore. There’s just a loud, piercing ringing in your ears.

“This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?” He hisses, freeing his cock and lining it up with your entrance. “You wanted to make me jealous so I’d finally snap and take you, didn’t you?”

You barely feel it as you frantically shake your head. “N-no…” you whimper.

With a rough, forceful thrust he fills you. You think you scream out, but you don’t hear it over the ringing in your ears. Your throat feels raw, though, so some sound must’ve come out.

He groans as he hilts, his head dropping to your shoulder as he shifts your legs to wrap around him. He takes a deep breath, and something seems to flip in him. His grip on you loosens just a tad.

“Breathe, darling…” He murmurs. “I need you to breathe…”

You don’t know what caused the switch up, but you know he’s right – you need to breathe. As much as you are terrified for what’s to come, you don’t want to be passed out during it. You want to know every little thing he does to you, so you have that much more to fuel the fires of hatred that are starting to simmer in your chest.

“Breathe with me,” Izuku says, mimicking deep breaths. “two counts in, one out.”

You follow his instructions until you can breathe properly on your own.

“I don’t want to hurt you, love… I just want you to love me the way I love you.” He whispers against your collarbone. “Just give in and I’ll make you feel so good…”

“Fuck you…” you whisper. Now that the ringing has stopped, you can hear how hoarse your voice is from the screaming.

Izuku lets out a long sigh, as if you’re a dog that’s chewed up his shoes one too many times. “We’ll work on that.” He decides.

When he moves, it’s painful. The drag of his cock in your dry cunt creating all the wrong friction. You cry out in discomfort, your legs kicking against the best in a last-ditch effort to get away.

You can feel every slow thrust with excruciating detail.

What’s more horrifying is when you start to feel that friction starts to ease. Each thrust becomes easier and easier as your body betrays you.

The grin that stretches across his face presses into your neck as he peppers it with kisses. “That’s it, give in. I’ll make you feel so, so good darling.”

You shake your head, unable to verbalize anything, too choked with the shame of feeling his cock sliding through your involuntary arousal.

“You just needed to be put in your place, showed who was in charge…” Izuku continues to coo. He lifts up, propping himself up on his forearm as he reaches up to wipe your tears away. “It’s okay to let go. To submit to me…”

He presses a kiss to your lips, this time gentler but still unreciprocated. When he pulls away, he reaches down to rub your clit. The pressure makes your hips kick up into his hand and subsequently into his thrusting. It makes him slam right into your g spot. You cry out in surprise, the pleasured noise echoing through the room to remind you of your downfall.

“Oh, that’s the spot, isn’t it?” Izuku grins again.

"Please... stop..." You sob. He simply pulls you closer by the hips so he can repeatedly guide his cock there again and again. Your wrists pull at the belt, the headboard creaking with the effort, but you’re trapped. Trapped to endure the torture of being violated and of having your body betray you in such a primal manner.

“You’re close, aren’t you, baby?” He pants, thrusting slowly and deep. “You don’t need to answer, I can feel you tightening around me, I know you’re close. I’ve watched you enough to know the signs,” he laughs a little.

“Baby…” he slows into a slow rhythm as he says the word contemplatively. “I like the sound of that…”

He starts up again with renewed vigor. “I think I’m going to fuck a baby into you. Can’t leave me if you’re carrying my child.”

You can’t be bothered to point out how wrong that statement is because you’re too busy spiraling. “No! Nononono- please don’t!” You beg, you’re fight renewing at the thought of being impregnated by your rapist. “Please! Izuku, you can’t do this! You can’t!” you cry out.

“Oh, but I can.” He grunts. “I can, and I will. You’re mine-”

His thumb is still circling your clit and he’s still hammering into you at just the right angle. You can feel your release coming and you’ve never hated the thought of cumming more.

“Please don’t do this-” You try again. “I-I’ll… I’ll do anything! I’ll stop fighting, just please- Please don’t cum inside!”

“Oh, babygirl…” He murmurs, tracing your bottom lip with his finger. “This isn’t a punishment… I would never knock you up as punishment. No… this is an act of love. It’s the start of our family!” His smile is psychotic. As if her truly believes that this is love. That this is anything but assault.

Before you can plead with him more, you are push over the edge, crying out shamefully as you body spasms with tremors. Cutting through the haze of your forced orgasm is the sudden, hot feel of something filling you as Izuku groans out, tipping his head back with gritted teeth as he slams his hips into yours.

It's too late…

When Izuku collapse on top of you, he smiles against your heated skin. His expression a stark contrast to your horrified one. “You’re going to make such a pretty mommy…”

[cry4mina]

Death of Peace of Mind - Part 2 - Sugar

(Dom!Momo x fem!reader)

Death of Peace Of Mind - Part 1

Word Count: 3.6k

Filth, this is PURE filth/a fluffy moment or two

Summary: Momo wants seconds and you’re completely at her mercy.

TW: THIS IS AGGRESSIVE SEX. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE BOTHERED BY THE FOLLOWING: Degradation, Bondage, slapping, biting, overstimulation, mommy kink (please let me know if I missed anything!)

A/N: YAY OMG 200 FOLLOWERS WOW

Thank you so much to everyone who’s supported my works, everyone who has reached out and all the moots! <333 I did not think I’d be getting this much attention, so please know that I’m so grateful for every single one of you!

@nr1chaedickrider scheming with me for this one too so make sure u show chaepookums some love! Thanks again for bouncing ideas back and forth with me!

And of course all the moots who yelled at me to finish this lmaoooo

Fully prepared for the anons to go feral again.

Enjoy! :)

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Shuffling and the sound of the shower turning on wake you from the deep sleep, the ache between your legs still very present, radiating not only desire but pure soreness from how rough Momo was with you.

A small whine and sleepy pout leaves your lips when you feel the bed dip back down next to you, hands gripping your face and a few light kisses scattering your cheeks as you furrow your brows.

“I’d rather your mouth somewhere else,” groggily leaves your lips as you fall in and out of sleep again.

“You’re lucky you got what you did last night.” scoff echoing in your ears, still holding your face and halfway pinching your cheeks to get you to pay attention.

“Was I?” Muffled through the haze, eyes still chasing the dreamscape as you lean into her hands. Lightly placing your head on the pillow, you can imagine the sneer she’s got painted across her face.

Momo gets up, “You are so ungrateful…” tone pointed as she heads to the bathroom, shower already anticipating her.

The static of the water and calmness of the room allowed you to slip back into your dreams of Momo throwing you around the way she did the night before.

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Flashes of the night before present, rolling around with Momo in your shared sheets. Her sitting so close to your face- cunt dripping. pulling you up by your restraints and pounding the life out of you, sends aches through your body.

Aware of being in a dream space and happily reliving the memories when you felt something warm between your legs, taunting you. Heated breathes on your thighs, a familiar wetness between your folds, and the sensation of nails trailing around your hips.

Groggily whimpering and opening your eyes, your vision blurred by the half-sleep you were just getting. Attempting to stretch in your dazed state when you’re immediately halted by the cold unfamiliar feeling of metal around your ankles.

“Momo?” Breathlessly uttered, peering down to find her between your legs, ankles cuffed to the frame, chains taut to keep you from moving too much. Your muscle memory activates, reaching for her hair, only to find them connected to the bed frame in the same way your ankles were, metal pressed against the fragile skin of your wrists.

A gasp leaves your lips, eyes finally focus to reveal Momo between your legs tracing patterns on your clit with her tongue, just enough pressure to tease, looking at you with amused eyes when you finally realize what’s happening.

The punishment wasn’t last night…it was right now.

Mouth switching to a single pointer finger, imitating the pressure of what was once in its place. Half-lidded eyes make contact with yours, mirroring the lust you seeped from your pores, glistening in soreness and aching for more.

“I don’t think you made enough of a mess for me last night, baby. Let me show you why you won’t do that again'' calm in tone and aggressive with movements as she leans down and sucks on your pussy harshly. Still swollen from last night, attempting to writhe underneath her at how overstimulated you felt.

“Baby, please! Fuck fuck fuck!” bolts of lightning travel through your core, immediately setting a fire into the room as you attempt to pull away from the intense wave of pleasure hitting you all at once barely any build up.

Holding you down by your hips firmly as she works her tongue into you, moaning directly into your pussy as she sucks and laps at you, only to pull away quickly once you’ve finished, standing up and walking over to the side of the bed.

“You know the word, right?” breaking character for a moment to check in with you to make sure you knew you could stop this at any time.

A thin sheen of sweat covers your body, gasping as you weakly nod your head towards her, still trying to blink the rest out of your eyes and recover from the wave of overstimulation placed within you.

This was the permission she knew she had, before asking. An evil grin forms on her face as she starts chuckling at you, slowly dragging her finger down your body as she makes her way back down to her place between your legs.

Twitching under her touch as she lightly scratches down your body, unable to keep still when she reaches your core. Too sensitive to even pretend you have any sense of brattiness in you.

“Pathetic…have nothing to say back now?” cocking her head to the side and giving you a glare that made you tense up. She swings her hand down, a solid slap on your clit makes you jolt.

“Awh, does my little whore need something?” a smack to your pussy causes you to yelp and squirm underneath her powerful gaze still chuckling at how desperate you are.

Holy shit. She really wasn’t going to cut you any slack, was she?

Crawling up your body slowly, harshly biting her way up your chest to your neck just to whisper in your ear, “I’m going to make sure you know your place, princess.”

Roughly biting the side of your neck, brutally pinches your nipples, tugging them in a way that would still cause pain even if they weren’t already sore from the previous night.

Wailing at her every touch, she continues to laugh at the anguish you were experiencing, knowing full well that you started this. You were the reason it was even happening.

Moving to straddle your thighs, reaching her hand down and running her middle finger up your slit again to see how much you were enjoying what she was putting you through.

“Oh? Do you enjoy the consequences of your actions? How cute.” pressing her slick covered finger against her thumb, only to pull them apart to see the string that connects her digits together.

Pulling at your restraints again as she licks her fingers clean, making eye contact with you as she does so just to get a reaction, which was you clenching around nothing. Oh, she wants you dead.

“You won’t be getting out of those cuffs, princess. Don’t you understand what you’ve done?” a condescending tone glitters her words as she slides the familiar strap, the one you regularly used, on and tightens it to her waist. You notice there was nothing attached to the other side of it.

This was purely to punish you, she might get some pleasure from her clit rubbing against the leather of the harness but this was solely about you. Your wants. Your needs. What you had instigated last night…you were going to get full force today.

She shimmies her hand underneath you, placing a pillow folded in half under your ass to angle your hips up to the perfect spot for hers to connect.

“You’re going to take what I give you, my desperate little bitch,” spitting into her hand and stroking the strap, smearing her saliva all over it. Oh god, she really wanted you dead.

Legs too far apart to push your thighs together for friction especially with the elevation, trying to squeeze them together despite Momo being between them. You’re at her mercy and hoping that she’ll be nice enough to let you walk out of this bedroom with the ability to speak in coherent sentences. A lovely passing thought.

Scooting closer to you, her knees on either side of your hips, arms hooked underneath your legs as she glides the tip of the strap over your sensitive folds, stinging in sweet bliss as it passes up and down.

“Mmmph…fuck, Momo…please” a hand swings across your chest, smacking your already sore breast hard enough to have you squealing underneath her touch.

“Do you want to try that again?” Another smack to the other tit, another gasp, goosebumps so spread over every part of your skin, nipples hard at the sharp pain that laid into you.

“Mommy…I’m sorry, please…I need you” begging for some kind of release and forgiveness. She has you right where she wants you. Helpless, dripping, and begging.

Momo lets out a laugh and sighs, shaking her head and tsking at you disapproval evident. Her hands reach for your chest, flinching under her while trying to rock your hips in rhythm with the strap grinding into you just enough to cause a persistent ache, slowly building you up again.

“Look at you, my pathetic little slut. Pitiful. So reactive to my touch.” thrusting the toy against you again, tears almost spilling as the knot starts to tighten, needing something more to satiate.

“Fuck” moaned out, trying to arch your back to scoot closer to the pleasure, the only thing that fills your mind, completely taken over by lust as you try to shift your weight into to her. Whine after whine vocalized through a primal urge, pulling at your restraints to try to bring yourself closer to her. Maybe she’ll take the hint.

“Do you want to test me now, my love?” pouted back at you, slapping the strap softly against your swollen pussy. Taunting you, testing you to see how reactive you could get. It was working.

You lurch forward, only to be stopped by the restraints, about 5 inches from Momo’s face, continuing to maneuver the strap over your slit. Your arms are behind you at an angle, shaking as you try to hold yourself up long enough to challenge her dominance.

The intensity of pure lust in her eyes was palpable, intensely thick as she took in your state. Sweaty, whining, heavily breathing, and eager movements gave you away; not that you had the willpower to hide them considering the position you were in.

Suddenly Momo gets up, practically sprinting to the nightstand drawer, pulling it open and grabbing keys before hastily returning to the foot of the bed, and undoing the cuffs around your ankles. Who’s needy now?

Just as you’re about to move, she grabs you and folds you where she wants you. Legs tucked up over her shoulders, strap against your heat, and Momo nipping at your chest. You’re about to explode as she grinds up against your pussy again, torturing you just a little more before she fully commits and bottoms out in you instantly.

Stars cloud your vision and she starts a slow pace, almost slamming into you as you feel the sensitivity from the night prior deep within you. Finally getting the feeling you wanted, losing yourself in the haze of pleasure with Momo on top of you, grunting as she starts to pick up her pace, ever so slightly.

“You don’t cum until I say so, if i even let you, got it?” nodding your head knowing that you won’t be able to hold off much longer if she keeps up what she’s been doing. You practically begged her to behave this way weeks ago and you were finally getting what you wanted.

“Dirty fucking slut. -grunt- Do you really think someone else can fuck you like this?” One of her hands comes up to find its place around your throat as she mercilessly slams into you, adding to the euphoria that was already taking over every sense you had.

“Mommy I’m gonna cu-” her digits find their way to your face, squishing your cheeks forcing you to look her in the eyes, glaring at you as she continues to penetrate you roughly.

“You better fucking not! Desperate fucking whore wanted me to fuck her…-grunt- You needed this didn’t you? Needed me to fuck some sense into you?” Sternly escapes her lips between heavy panting, questioning the motives that lead you to where you are now.

“Is this what you wanted? To be turned into my fuck toy? Want me to cum deep in you? Hmmm? -grunts- Answer me, slut.”

You’ve been sucked into the void of pleasure, trying to form words but it all turns into loud groans as you violently quiver, unsure of how long you can hold the orgasm back. She slides her hand down to your neck from your face, squeezing lightly to hold you into place. Other hand aiding her from your thigh.

Stroking into you, holding you by the throat, she cocks her hand back and slaps your face lightly. Another stroke, another slap, another rhythm to add to the stimulation. Momo keeps this pattern, littering you with light smacks until you being to absolutely crumble beneath her.

“Gonna cum, fuck fuck right there, Mommy…please cum in me” releasing around her on the next slap. Completely fucked out and gushing, she doesn’t stop, even if your grip around her strap is making it hard for her to slam into you savagely.

Soreness builds up even more through her consistency, not giving you a break in the slightest. You were just a sleeve for her, happily accepting the punishment and overstimulation she offered you.

“…fuck, baby wait let me tou-” a particularly hard thrust causes you to completely lose your train of thought, back arched, tears falling and a total mess in mere seconds…all from her. Hirai Momo.

Leaning back, one hand on your thigh, she finally lets you uncurl your legs only to rub harsh circles around your clit, slapping it lightly between her vicious thrusts. Bed frame slamming against the wall at the pure fury in her movements.

“That’s right, cum for me again and again. You only stop when I tell you too, whore.” The sounds emitting from your mouth and cunt are lewd enough to make a pornstar shy. Wailing loudly, vision blurred, and completely overstimulated, your body twitches incessantly. Back involuntarily arching as you lose control from her feral fucking. It sends you into a spiral of divine delight.

“Gonna cum in you so you know your fucking place” picking up her speed again, her clit rubbing on the leather while thrusting her hips into you rabidly.

“Don’t you want that, princess? Don’t you want to leak my cum all fucking day? -fuck fuck fuck-” chasing her own pleasure, feeling her dripping onto you, scooching into you, hips sputtering unevenly before she lets out a string of guttural moans. Breath heavy with a light sheen of sweat layering her skin, muscles clenched as she gets closer to releasing at the thought of cumming deep inside you.

“So deep, Mommy. - so fucking deep - Cum in what’s yours.” through soft pants and almost uncomfortable soreness that hurt so good, you wouldn’t be upset if you felt it tomorrow.

“Fuck!” thrusting one last time before completely falling apart between your thighs. Shaking, uncontrollably bucking her hips into you, her hands are on your calves and her head tilts towards the sky while whine after whine levitates from her lungs.

Reaching back to grab the keys quickly out from the ankle cuffs, careful not to remove the strap from you just yet, she undoes your arm restraints - one by one and finding her place, laying on your chest as she attempts to catch her breath.

Your arms finally free from their cages, you slowly bring them down, wincing at the stiffness and placing them lightly around the back of Momo’s neck. You lightly kiss the top of her head, running your fingers lightly over the skin on her shoulders.

“Was that too much?” your little service top was back to being worried about you, lifting her head and resting her chin on your chest as she meets your eyes, wondering how you were feeling about what just transpired.

“It was perfect, baby. You did so well for me.” soothing her as she laid her head on your chest again, cheek flush against you and arms around you, tightly holding you.

“You know…I think I’d like to do that more. It was kind of hot.” Momo giggles softly at admitting she enjoyed being rough with you.

“I like seeing you so desperate for m-…baby, what are you doing?” ache returns deep within you as she talks about what she enjoyed from the session, hips starting to involuntarily rock as she talked about what pleased her.

Smiling at you in disbelief, she rolled you both over, staying inside you while she sits up on her knees, forcing you with her. Chests pressed together, your arms clutching her close by her neck, as you gently bounce up and down with shaky legs in Momo’s lap.

Hands slide up to your ass, grabbing and tugging at the flesh while she helps your momentum, adoring eyes looking up at you before kissing you passionately as you ride her.

Moaning into her mouth as she guides you to move faster, supporting your weight, thrusting up into you tenderly creating the perfect balance of pleasure through the sharp ache inside you.

“Mommy, -Mmm fuck-, I’m gonna cum again.” whispered into her mouth while gripping her hair tightly trying to put the orgasm off until she asks you for it.

“I love it when you call me that” passionately kissing you before finishing her thought.

“Cum for me, princess. You’ve been such a good girl for me.” that sends you into the wave of euphoria laced love, releasing completely to her again, clinging to her as your body tenses up, moans muffled by her tongue dancing with yours, you fully in her arms unable to hold yourself up.

Momo tilts sideways and lays you down gently on the bed, removing the strap from inside you causing you to gasp at the emptiness and soreness spikes, muscles contract around themselves instead of what she just ruined you with.

Momo giggles, being sure to bring the strap into the bathroom to deal with later before returning with a damp washcloth to wipe you off and a bottle of water, finding you already fast asleep curled up in her spot on the bed.

Smiling victoriously, she cleans you up without taking you out of your resting state, placing the water bottle on the nightstand next to you for when you wake up from your peaceful nap.

Taking her phone off the charger and grabbing her red silk robe, she slipped into it and quietly made her way to the kitchen. It’s still relatively early in the day, breakfast being on her mind as she starts the coffee pot, when her phone rings. She answers it on speaker when she sees the caller ID.

“Hi Sana.”

“Hey! How did it go?” Her voice rings loudly through the speaker as Momo grabs a mug and rolls her eyes, knowing that’s the only reason she would be calling this early.

“It went just fine, thanks for asking” awkwardly chuckling at how nosy her best friend was.

“Sooooo you did what we talked about?” inquiring further for details of the sexcapade. Momo turns beat red and puts her hands over her face to cover her embarrassment.

“Sana! I’m not going to tell you what happened! If she finds out you and I were scheming…I truly don’t even know what she’d do! She can’t know that you told me about what she said to you! ” exclaimed through awkward laughs.

“Scheming, hmm?” coming from behind Momo, causing her to freeze in her tracks, face turning bright red, holding her breath as Sana cackles on the other end of the phone.

“…so I have Sana to thank for the confidence boost you needed?” sarcastically said while walking over to her and leaning against her, still having a little trouble standing on your own. You kiss Momo’s cheek before starting to make two cups of coffee while she stands there in shock.

Sana is having a laughing fit on the other side of the phone, not being able to contain herself - entertained by the idea of how embarrassed Momo was and the reveal of you and Sana cooking up a plan to get you exactly what you wanted.

“Thank you, Sana!” yelled out into the kitchen so she could hear it over her own laugh, bringing you to chuckle along with her at how well everything actually worked.

“You’re welcome, Y/n! I want the details later!” Swiftly hanging up to leave you both alone with each other.

“If I knew all you needed was a confidence boost, I would’ve told her what I wanted ages ago instead of trying to convince you to be rough with me, baby.” pinching her ass, winking and then going back to your shared bedroom.

“Wait…wait what?! You told Sana…and then she tol- oh, you bitch! You’re playing a twisted little game!” playfully chasing after you, just to kiss you deeply before returning to cook you your favorite breakfast.

Thanks again for reading! 🖤

[sugarbcnes]

Abby or Ellie with a girlfriend who can’t get enough of eating them out whenever she can get her mouth on them

damn, i don’t blame her. i would too. love you for this anon <3 i know this also kinda strayed abit, sorry!

abby x f! reader | warnings: soft dom abby, brief praise kink, face fucking (Sorta?), mentions/descriptions of oral fixation, use of pet names, use of ‘cunt’ and ‘pussy’, reader is pussy drunk (it’s me, i’m reader)

abby always noticed you had your mouth on something. at first, she thought it was pure coincidence. the straw of your water bottle sitting between your lips even if the bottle was empty. chewing on your pencil or sucking the tip of your finger as you sat at the back of your lecture, knee bouncing quickly.

it was an anxiety ease, abby finally realized. a subconscious to calm the nerves bubbling inside you.

and that’s how it all started, a daily occurrence for almost 4 months now. what sort of girlfriend would she be if she didn’t help you out.

“that’s it,”.

her hands are on both sides of your head, holding you in place as your tongue laps and slurps her syrupy juices. she’s already cum once in only the ten minutes you’ve been home, your hands on her body and your mouth latching onto her skin the minute she entered your view.

she guides your head as your tongue flicks her swollen rosy clit, pulling it to suck between your lips. the sight of you is pornographic. actually, abby considers it even worse. her sweet nectar is smeared across your lips and chins, a small shine on your nose from where it nudges her clit from being buried so deep in her cunt. her hands holding your head to stop it from dropping, a perfect tell-tale sign that you were pussy drunk.

you look up at her with bleary, tear glassed eyes as your tongue massages her spongy, milky-coated walls. not a single thought is behind your dilated pupils as you moan into her core, the sugar on your tastebuds heavenly.

“that good, bunny?” she asks and the smirk is wiped off her lips as quick as it’s put there when she throws her head back as you nod, humming into her.

“fuck, princess,” she hisses, fisting your hair in her large hands as she grinds against your face, “keep doin’ that, i’m so close,”.

you continue to suck on her puffy bundle of nerves, your own orgasm leaking out to create a wet patch on your panties. you haven’t even been touched yet.

she lets out a loud, strangled groan as she cums once again on your tongue, the creamy substance causing your eyes to roll back and flutter shut as you indulge in her taste.

your cheek presses to her thigh, flushed and warm. you look up at her with glistening lips and half closed, misted eyes and she knows. you feel a lot better.

inbox/requests are open by the way.

[justporo]

Astarion owns property in my head at this point. Can I request for Astarion and Tav where they finally settle down after everything with the Absolute is over and has finally calmed down, and Tav immediately gets extremely sick. Nothing deadly, but still severe. After all the stress from the tadpoles and fighting for their lives, Tav's body kinda just gives out. I'd imagine Astarion would be at a complete loss at taking care of someone, let alone someone that sick lol probably gets scared they're dying too

Oh, Anon, I feel you. It's not that he lives in my head rentfree, no! He owns the building and makes ME pay the rent by now...

This request resonates a lot with me, today, because I'm frankly barely holding on atm, my stomach's acting up and I can't wait for the finishline for this week... so I too could actually use some Astarion taking care of me - although if that might help? Let's see! (Spoilers ahead)

This is pure ridiculous fluff btw. And thank you for the sweet request!

Pairing: Astarion / GN!Tav (You) Wordcount: 1,5k

Strawberry Sugar High

You hadn't left the bed for the better part of a week and you felt you had contracted most every kind of ailment that one could suffer from under this sun. You felt shaky and dizzy. Your limbs hurt and felt weak. Your stomach was in a weird limbo of feeling strange and barely allowing you to keep anything down. Radiating heatwaves making your whole body sweat came and switched places with icy chills so even the coziest of blankets couldn't stop you from shivering. You were down bad - and Astarion almost scaled the walls not knowing what to do with you or how to take care of you.

"My sweet, I brought you...", Astarion started to announce cheerfully as he opened the door to your bedroom with a bowl and a steaming mug in his hands. Then he saw how you had hogged every possible piece of fabric in your giant joint bed and had wrapped yourself in it. At the sight of it, Astarion's shoulders slumped visibly and with it his procured goods - which almost caused scorching hot tea to splash on the floor.

“…some fruit and tea”, he finished audibly distraught and walked over to sit somewhat next to where you had rolled up into a mess of sheets and blankets and were silently shivering. He carefully placed down mug and bowl on the nightstand before he turned to the pile that you had become.

“I really thought you were getting better, my love!” The sad and suffering puppy eyes he made at you almost made you think he was the one to be worried about.

“Y-you say t-that every-ytime you le-leave the room and co-ome back, A-Astarion”, you replied through shattering teeth which sadly took the edge off of your snide remark.

“I know, love. Because every time I hope you might would have started to feel better. But you’ve been like this for almost a week and yet no improvement in sight. You have me worried sick!”, he dramatically explained.

The shivers temporarily left your body to allow you to give Astarion a death stare – the audacity of this man. “I am so terribly sorry that I dare put you through th-this. Now please h-hand me the t-tea!”, you sarcastically replied and worked your hands out of the mountain of blankets to stretch them out towards the nightstand where the vampire had placed the mug.

Astarion handed you the mug. “Careful, it’s scorching ho…”, he said while you grabbed it from him and placed your palms around the hot ceramic and sighed at the bliss of warmth.

Astarion stared at you as if you had turned into an ox.

You took in the smell of the fresh brew and sighed again – pine needles, mint, chamomile, and a hint of lavender. You took a sip slowly because it was actually really hot and closed your eyes for a second. The hot drink temporarily made you feel better.

“You really got the right mixture down now, Astarion, thank you!”, you said as you opened your eyes again and smiled broadly at the vampire who had swung his legs onto the bed and crossed them by the ankles – bare feet sticking out of the pant legs – to sit beside you. At your compliment his face lit up, his eyes filling with sincere joy.

“Well, I’m happy to hear I am proficient at taking care of you, my sweet sick darling”, he said and raised one of his eyebrows in arrogant manner. “Well, let’s not forget the time when you didn’t strain the pine needles or when you tried to make mushroom soup and created bile”, you replied to his cocky demeanour and then took another sip of tea. The shivers were really calming down now.

Astarion’s mouth became a straight line. “Well, I am sorry, but it’s been over two hundred years since I last had to know my way around a kitchen – you’d be surprised how easily forgotten mundane things are”, he pouted but stretched out his arm to rub circles on your back – or what he thought must be your back under the thick padding of fabric.

You were fairly certain, Astarion had never really known his way around a kitchen, but you really didn’t want to rub it in since he was actually trying so hard to take care of you. And he had really been worried sick about you since it seemed he had also forgotten how much impact even a rather harmless sickness could have on a mortal body.

“Feeling better now?”, Astarion asked while he kept rubbing your back. This time there wasn’t a hint of sarcasm or arrogance in his tone, just a sincere, caring question.

“I am. Thank you, my heart”, you answered and turned a bit to him to give him another smile. “I guess after everything that happened my body was just in dire need of a break – and now forced me to take it. I guess in a few days I’ll be merrily dallying around again”, you spoke as you looked at Astarion but then spied past him to where you had seen something of interest in the bowl he had brought.

“I’m happy to hear that, my sweet, because I don’t know…”, the vampire replied with a smile then furrowed his brows as he saw your focus shift past him and you leaned to look behind him. He made to lean with you. “My beautiful eyes are up here, my love”, he murmured playfully.

But you craned your neck now to see what it was he had brought you – broad shoulders and handsome face be damned. “Gods, are those strawberries?” “Indeed, sweetheart.”

Your mouth opened and you stared at Astarion in anticipation: “Where did you get them? Those are not in season for a few more months! I love strawberries, they’re my favourite fruit, no, food!” Your eyes gleamed at the vampire who replied with a smug grin: “I know, darling. I am actually a good listener in case you hadn’t noticed yet.”

You stretched to give him a kiss which almost resulted in you falling over and spilling all of the remaining tea. Your heart filled with an incredible amount of joy – not only because there were strawberries to be had, but because you felt so seen by your soulmate. You smiled at Astarion. “Indeed, you are”, you happily cheered him. He smiled back just as warmly.

“I got them from a place where they magically empower the crops. It did almost cost me an arm and the rest of my dignity though, but here we are”, he explained jokingly to which you raised an inquisitive eyebrow at him.

“Feed me!”, you then demanded excitedly when he didn’t spill any more details. To which the vampire grinned even more broadly, showing his sharp fangs in the process. “Oh love, I am more than happy to indulge you in this pleasant reversal of roles”, he crooned and turned around to grab the bowl of fruit while you kept sipping on your herbal tea.

He grabbed one of the deep red fruits and slowly lifted it to your already excitedly opened mouth. You were almost salivating, as Astarion offered you the berry, holding it elegantly in his long, slender fingers. The fruit almost touched your lips, but then, at the last possible moment: the vampire flicked it in his own mouth with his thumb.

Your mouth stayed open but now in a desperate expression while Astarion chewed. His facial expression became confused then pleasantly surprised, not even looking at you for a moment. “Oh dear, these are actually rather good. I had almost also forgotten how good these taste. I haven’t eaten a strawberry in forever.” He gave a quick high-pitched laugh while still looking a bit confused. This certainly had awoken a memory he had probably thought lost forever. But still – weren’t these for you?

“Excuse me, my tragic darling vampire, I really love you rediscovering your love for these mortal pleasures known as fruit, but weren’t these meant to soothe my sufferings?”, you said and pouted at Astarion. He readily replied by finally offering you one – for real this time, while he smirked at you and stole another one for himself.

As you bit down the taste just about exploded in your mouth. They were perfectly delicious and sweet. You sighed blissfully and let your head fall back with closed eyes. You were definitely feeling better by the minute.

“So good! Thank you so much for getting them – I feel so much better already!”, you said to Astarion and shimmied over to him to first lean past him and put the mug on the nightstand and then hugging him – arms extending from your ball of blankets.

Astarion pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. “You’re welcome, my love. Now – share the rest?” “Only if you promise to get more tomorrow!”

The pale elf threw his head back and laughed. “If that is what it takes to nurse you back to health, I am more than happy to oblige, sweetheart”, he promised with a chuckle before he gave you another of the sweet berries and then popped another strawberry in his own mouth.

Author's note: Okay cool, where do I get strawberries now? Hope you enjoyed!

[darling-im-wonderstruck]

hello ^-^ i’d like to request a meet-cute w peter in which they have mixed up orders in a cafe? ty!

sugar rush.

synopsis : your day starts as it always does, but little did you know, your daily trip to the cafe down the block would lead to you finding quite a charming boy.

pairing : peter parker x reader

wc : 560 +

warnings : none ! a lottttt of fluff :)

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a/n : hi anon ! <3 thank you for such a cute request !! hope u luvvvv it :) @strawberrystarcake, thank you soooo much for editing, as always <3

your morning starts like usual. you got ready, replied to gwen, confirming that you two were still on for brunch. the answer was yes— but brunch or no brunch, you still needed your morning cup of coffee at your everyday cafe down the block. so you embark on your daily walk to said cafe. you quite enjoyed the calm and cozy atmosphere that the space provided, though you wouldn’t be staying for long, given you had plans. “[y/n] and… newter?” the barista called out, almost immediately, you stand up and head to the cashier, unintentionally accompanied by a boy who looked too awake for the time of morning it was. “it’s peter, actually.” he smiles and the woman behind the cashier apologizes as he took his drink, and so did you.  hm, peter. his hair was styled with a little to much gel for some, he sported a warm, thin-lipped smile on his face, and he had a t-shirt that read “the physics is theoretical, but the fun is real” which you grinned at.

your train of thought was interrupted as soon as you took a sip of your coffee. immediately, the overwhelmingly sweet taste of vanilla and caramel hit your tongue.

you pause. that was not what you’d ordered. you took a look at your cup to read the order, instead of your name, you see the name “Newter” with a smiley face right beside it. you couldn’t help but smile. you turned in his direction and your eyes met, “peter? i think i got your order. i took a sip, do you mind?”  “oh! not at all, i drank some of yours too, do you… seriously drink this?” he chuckles shyly. oh, you had to admit, the boy was cute. “at least im not inhaling a cup of melted sugar every morning!” you respond, a clearly fake look of disgust on your face, causing peter to laugh. “this tastes like dirt.” he looks at the cup and scans your order, “pure black coffee? that’s honestly concerning.” “well, if you’d like, we can move on and agree to disagree with each other's life choices.” you playfully roll your eyes. he was beginning to pique your interest every passing second. you started to notice more about him; how he constantly had his hands in his pockets, he must be nervous, how his nose seemed to be just a little crooked, how his one eyebrow was a little wilder compared to the other. “mm, alright then,” he hesitates for a moment, “d’you wanna sit with me?” perhaps he found you interesting too. you wince, not because you didn’t want to, but because you were going to be late to meet up with gwen. “aw, i’m really sorry, it’s just that-“ “no, no, it’s okay. i mean it’s kinda crazy that, me, a stranger would ask to sit with you, i mean it’s probably-“ “actually, can i have your number?” you ask, an almost a cautious tone in your voice. “wait, seriously?” he says, he looks as if he’s victorious as soon as you asked him. “i’d like to see if you’re just as sweet as your drink.” you two smile at each other, in silence for a moment. you try to ignore the flush of pink on his cheeks (and the heat rising to yours) as you gave him your phone. he immediately puts in his number and his contact name: ur daily dose of sweetness. you couldn't help but giggle. “i’ve gotta get going… but it was wonderful meeting you, newter.” you joke, his face scrunches up as he laughs. “it was wonderful meeting you too, [y/n].”

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a/n : ORRR !!! should i say “it was enchanting to meet you.” HSJSJSJJD SORRY I COULDN'T HELP IT- thank you for reading !!! please reblog or give me some feedback if you enjoyed <;;3 luv u allll

[dol-dee]

Businessbutch Avery who climbed up the very very sexist and honestly very traumatizing DOL business ladder and clawed her way into being successful through any means necessary. Businessbutch Avery who now perpetuates the cycle as a form of dealing with it and comforting herself by being a predatory older woman(hot) and surrounding herself with younger women in order to both make her feel more powerful and untouchable amongst elites and be her comfort that she can take her emotions out on when she needs to. Dee who was the worst possible choice for this (Avery one day ends up on a leash. Very disgruntled about it)

Hi Anon! I know its been like months atp gfdfds. Sorry that it took so long but your ask was literally so delicious (It's been continuously in my mind <3) i really wanted to get the artwork right (Averys face gave me so much trouble)

 Avery is finally getting her comeuppance<3 

Avery was sitting at the foot of her bed, surrounded by the remains of her trashed room., Whiskey bottle in hand, taking repeated swigs from it. She might have to get a new one soon, at the pace that she was going. It had been two days now since the.. incident? She still didn't know what to call that whole ordeal. She almost didn’t want to put a label on it either. If she tried hard enough, she’d surely be able to pretend it away. But all she could focus on, was, how in all her life, there had never been anyone that had made her feel this particular brand of powerlessness. Not even her parents.

Forced into total submission, against her will, by none other than her fucking sugar baby. The girl had practically taken her apart. Slowly, methodically and extremely thoroughly. Her low, husky laughter, accompanying every climax. Barely containing her glee at Avery’s pathetic writhing, until the only thing her sore, exhausted body could muster up were dry orgasms. Unfortunately it hadn’t stopped there either- 

She shivers at the memory, all of her blood rushing southward. Quickly followed by a renewed wave of fury.  The last bit of her whiskey was now splattered across the wall. Bottle infuriatingly whole and innocently rolling to a stop on the carpet. Avery grinds her teeth, seething. That fucking minx. 

It had been a long long time since she had felt so.. so small and useless. humiliated. And yet.. and yet ..... and yet... the most absurd thing about all of this was that.. she had.. liked it?Oh. Admitting to it, even in the privacy of her own head, made her want strangle the fucking bitch all over again. And the worst part was; She wasn’t even sure if it was purely out of anger or the hope of getting a repeat performance.

[ninebluehearts]

agent whiskey would go WILD for a chubby/plus size gf pLEEAAAASEEEE tell me im not the only one who thinks that

Anon, this made me go feral- you're definitely not the only one, my love!! All bodies are beautiful, but let's be honest. Everyone has a preference. And Whiskey? Oh, you know he likes his women THICC 💅

Idk if this is an ask or just a shared opinion, but I'm making hcs- Idc loves 💗😩

(MDNI 💀😉)

Listen, Kingsmen missions can be lengthy and tiring. The man travels around whipping people's ass's all day. Literally. So, he loves coming home to you sitting on the couch, legs open and blanket waiting for him. He always plops down on the cushion next to you and dramatically falls into your open arms and legs, rubbing his head against your belly as his hands slide under your thighs to hold you as close as possible. "Missed you, sugar.. Gosh, couldn't sleep a wink all week without my favorite pillow." He'd mumble, already half asleep. You'd roll your eyes with a smile on your face, draping a blanket over him as he drifted off to sleep.

Summer is Jack's favorite season purely because you always wear those cute little sun dresses that hugged your curves perfectly. He was especially fond of this one little black dress you owned that had mini purple flowers all over and a built-in corset. You liked to tighten it more in the middle to accentuate your natural hourglass frame, which made Jack give you constant hugs from behind, obsessed with the way his hands fit along the dip of your waist and flared as they ran over your hips.

Listen, face riding was something you and Jack both thoroughly enjoyed, but it always made you super nervous no matter how many times Jack tried to tell you that he was more than willing to suffocate for your pleasure- Once, as you were about to gently lower your yourself onto his face, Jack hollered out, "Tell my mama I died a happy man!" and then wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you down onto his face without hesitation...

People are assholes; there isn't anything anyone can really do about it. You know this and so does Jack. That doesn't stop him from teaching them to mind their manners when they make a snarky remark about your weight- After all, manners maketh man.

[prettyboykatsuki]

But is Scaramoussy giving or receiving thigh hickeys? 👀

✮ cw ; body worship (scaramouche recieving), biting + hickies, implicit nsfw but nothing graphic, gn!reader 18+

✮ a/n ; forgive me anon this devolved into straight up me thirsting about his legs because im a horny freak.

Scaramouche notices the way your eyes linger on his frame.

Always has. Always says the same thing about it - the word pervert rolling off his tongue in a catty, mischievous tone. He's a brat after all, and he does think you're a pervert. A freak by design.

But he doesn't mind the attention. He basks in it, bathes himself in the feeling of your eyes tracing the outline of his body. He's never found himself appealing in that way and he can't understand why anyone else would either for that matter.

He's made like first drafts usually are after all - messy projections and too much feeling. Sensitive to the point of madness, so when you bring Scaramouche to bed and focus so much on one part of his body - he doesn't know what to do.

Scaramouche is pretty in your eyes. His upper frame is a little more lithe with muscle but he's otherwise pure porcelain. He's got a thin frame and no hairs on anywhere it would usually be.

He reminds you of milk and lavender. You can't tear your eyes away from his legs.

He sits on the edge of the bed and watches you, your hand soft against the bottom of his foot as you slide it up behind his ankle. His breath hitches in the back of his throat as you start at the joint. He stretches them out till they're pointed, resting on your shoulder. Your palm stretches over the muscle, one resting over his knee with other one rubbing the hard part of his ankle.

Your eyes are lidded as you look - mouth descending on the long plane of skin on his calves. All the way up his legs is cream and sugar - shorts barely covering the thickest part of his thighs. You start at the bottom and work up, open mouth kisses up and up and up until you're at the bend of his knee.

Then you retrace the steps with your tongue, and finally your teeth in gentle bites. Your hands make work of the rest - rubbing the muscles in the back where your tongue rests, massaging your thumb into the tense sinew. He's not naked but he's bare - his leg warmers tossed along with the ankle socks normally covering his feet.

He doesn't know what to do as he looks at you, lost in your own world. A heat forms in his stomach, almost sticky and Scaramouche can't breathe. Can't do anything but try and stop the thing standing up between his legs with each passing minute.

"Your legs," You say, hushed and panting like you've run a marathon - rubbing the whole of them softly before gripping his thighs with your fingertips "Fuck, you're just beautiful."

"You sound like a perverted old man."

You laugh, hearty and deep before kissing his bare knee.

"Not my fault you walk around in those things you call shorts."

"They're hardly short."

"When you bend to pick something up I see up them. Your thighs and all."

He doesn't counter when you say that, inching up slowly. His whole body feels like it's melting, everything languid and slow - the air creating cold spots where your mouth once was. When your mouth moves up against the inside of his thighs, his breathing stops completely. Sharp teeth sinking into soft skin like sunsettias in the summer, you use your mouth like he's something you want to devour.

With the same rhythm and same tenderness that you'd use to break down a cut of meat, Scaramouche is overwhelmed by the extent of your desires for him. This time its so focused on just one element. Just his legs, the feeling of them - the thought of how slender and long they are, how cute they look in clothes. You're consumed by it, even he knows that much.

He gasps when he feels you suck the skin on his inner thighs. His body is most tender there, more than everywhere else minus his chest. He has to cover it as you lave your tongue over the curve. You nudge the fabric away , up and up and up until they're in the crease of his thighs.

When he's exposed, you push him farther backwards. Until he's flat on his back and not sitting. His legs pulled up a little. You put your hand flat on the tops of thighs but don't make to touch where he needs you. You focus on making your bruises darker, permanently etching your thumb into his side, just over his pelvis.

Scaramouche can feel the hot wetness of your mouth all over like warm water. It makes his stomach churn with lust, his body pure nerves. He wants you to touch him where he needs you but you've focused on everywhere but. Cruel and sadistic is what he expects from you, but he can't take it.

Still he gazes on you, inspects his body from where he can see. And he's covered in those bites - distinct and so deep they're not red but purple. It makes him whine. It makes him want more.

"Fuck, hurry." He complains, rutting into the air. You tsk, canine in his skin.

"Patience, sweet boy."

When it comes to Scaramouche you always linger. Always stay in a place you can't leave behind. He doesn't hate it but archons, he wishes you went faster.

[heartfullofleeches]

I am not sucrose anon but I am equally cursed and also a barista and I would like a coffee shop AU where reader owns a popular cafe using coffee sweetened with Sucrose fluids a la Sweeney Todd

I'm gonna drain the bitch

[Warnings: (candy) body horror if you squint. Reader commits a health code violation. (Does it count if they're a person made of pure sugar?) Either way, they commit some sort of crime against humanity and minors dni]

You smile at the next customer approaches the counter. "Hi, what can I get for you today?"

"Hello, can I get a cherry surprise frappe?"

You eye the door to the back, a blur of pink ducking behind the glass. "Oh, I'm sorry, but we just ran out of the main ingredient for that. It's one of our most popular drinks. If you can wait a minute, I'll run to the back real quick to grab another bottle."

Excusing yourself from the customer and the growing crowd, you head to the back. Recollections of your life before the sudden popularity boost of your cafe flood your mind as passive conversation buzzes around you.

"This is the best coffee shop I've ever been to."

"I wake up an hour earlier to beat the morning rush, but now it looks like I'll have to get up an extra thirty minutes before."

Such praise was but a fever dream for you until three short months ago. It's understandable for business to take a while to pick off when you're starting from the ground up, but almost a year in and no sign of major progress would damper just about anyone's spirits. All your troubles and woes changed that fate-filled day - when the kind baker from across the street offered you their special ingredients.

"Sucrose? You busy?"

A breathy, shaken trial at laughter comes from one of the counters; legs twitching at the note of concern in your voice. Busy - what a silly question to ask. As a model baker and business owner, Sucrose prided themselves in having fresh stock every morning and enough to last the entire day. Slaving through the night and lacking a need for sleep left their hands free for the more important things to do during the day, such as the task you'd dumped on them since your merge.

"hehe.. r...right here, gumdrop, same as always. Was starting to get a little long without ya.. Need my assistance?" Sucrose props themselves up on the smooth metal surface, melting, sticky thighs glueing them to place. You hand on their bare chest guides them to a full upright position, thumb and index finger rolling over their hardened buds.

"Not really, besides the usual. We ran out right in the middle of a rush so I have to make this quick."

Sucrose swallows, pinkish saliva trailing down their lips as their eyes fog over. "Y-yes, muffin. I'm still a little stimulated from the last few rounds, but anything for you..."

That drink really was only meant for you. Seeing their favorite human in trouble, Sucrose wanted to help out in the best way their sickeningly sweet heart could muster. Human emotion was still a new thing for them. They were bursting with so much love for that cute barista across the street that it came out in ways indescribable with words. Being sweeter than the average individual, they saw no harm in pouring their love into something to make you feel better, so they made their best attempt at iced coffee with the knowledge they picked up watching you. The look you gave them when you came back for more made it impossible to say no.

"It's almost funny really. I thought we had filled up two bottles alone last night, but they were empty before noon." Dropping to your knees, you roll the baker's apron and skirt up to their stomach, erection peaked and sprouting upwards free from the restrain of the tangled frills. The shaft was that same bubblegum pink as most of their body, head teetering on rouge. Teasing your tongue across the leaking tip produces more of that cherry flavoring so many had come love, but relief for the already frazzled baker was cut brief as you remember you had forgotten something. Sucrose picked up on your mistake the second you fell to the floor - producing a bottle with a funnel before you could go far. Their eyes avoid yours as another weak fit of laughter hits them.

"That... is definitely odd, haha. As you can see I've been in here all day so I couldn't possibly have had a hand in-..ah!"

While you'd love to hear their excuses, you have customers to get back to. Glossing your lips up their shaft as they spoke, you cut Sucrose's speech short as you part them slipping the confectioner's cock into the warmth of your mouth. Sweet as the cupcakes they're famous for, the taste of cherry taffy washes your taste buds coating the walls of your mouth sweetness as you pump your tongue in tandem with each bob of your head. Sucrose was completely over the edge with your speed and all the "preparation" they'd done while watching you from the window. Could there be any turn on greater than seeing your beloved hard at work, and hands deep in product of your own making.

"Oh.. Sweetheart, give a fiend a warning next time...aha.."

Sucrose shoves their apron so far down their throat they would've choked if they had the needs. In the same vein they could feel their cock hitting the back of yours, all willpower bled into keeping their hands on the counter and their moans to a minimum. The fans would cut out most of the sound, but they didn't want to risk anything that could jeopardize their time with you. Sucrose's lust would be the end of your already limited time together as their hands reach down to tangle in your hair. You brace yourself for what's to come by grabbing onto their leg and angling your head in a better position for the brute pace they'd set.

"Y/n... love you.." Throwing their free leg over your shoulder and around your neck, Sucrose fucks your throat as sweet nothing ramble on from their empty head. The whole reason they had gotten caught was due to a similar lapse of control. They wanted to surprise you with another bottle of their syrup and wanted it to be as fresh as possible, commiting their misdeeds right in the bliss of your bedroom. When you found them out, you weren't mad, nor as disgusted as they'd imagined. Why would you be? You're their wonderful little gumdrop who's taught them so much about the human realm. So sweet and addictive, just like the sugary concoction brewing in their loins. You were their everything. Perfection.

"Gumdrop, you're always so good to me... I don't deserve this. I don't deserve you, but I'll give you everything."

Sap-like fluid creating a slug trail down your throat, you tap Sucrose's leg to let them know to let go before it's too late. They pay no heed to your warning as their hips edge off the counter and your nose rides against their crotch; melting digits keeping you in place as they hold you under the force of their high.

"Take it... It's all yours. You're the only one who should be able to have this, but I let you share because I love you so much.. Yours.."

Sucrose rambles on as your palate is overtake by their taste. It's like a mixture of syrup and coffee creamer. That heavy, honey consistency with a creamy cherry filled softness. The type of flavor that was good in small quantities or paired with something instead of being pumped straight into your stomach like what was happening to you. Introducing your teeth to their flesh finally got them to loosen their grip. The pain only prolonged their orgasm, but Sucrose knew by now what that meant. They take the bottle from you and attach it to themselves as you head for the sink. The heat of your mouth melted their skin more to the point you were good on sugar for the rest of the week...or until they were unable to perform on their own again.

"All done!"

Sucrose proudly displays the syrup bottle on the counter beside you. A full eight ounce jar filled to the brim. They kiss you as you come up from rinsing out your mouth, reach back to squeeze your ass as their tongue catches the spit still clinging to the corner of your mouth.

"Make sure to watch your supplies more closely, Gumdrop. See you soon."

Sucrose wonders back to their side of the kitchen to figure out how to pour out the syrup again without you noticed as you head back out to the front - plucking taffy from your hair. After finishing the customer's order and handing them their change, they lean over the counter to whisper something.

"Um, hey, not to be rude, but you have something pink on your.. back pocket. It kinda looks like a handprint."

[3amclothesmonster]

hey i didnt send that last ask!! that's an imposter me!! but i do wonder, what halloween candies are best in your ocs opinions? -sweets anon

Oh sorry! Hello again!

Cupid - Any kind of lollipop, chocolate bars and jelly beans (Does anyone elses neighborhood have jelly beans as Halloween candy? Or is that just mine?)

Belle - Jolly ranchers all the way! Or just jaw breakers in general!

Axel - Licorice, he doesn't understand human( Or muppet) culture and takes all the licorice the neighborhood gets that they don't want!

Elliot - Likes anything that isn't made of pure sugar, he's not the biggest fan of sweets so I guess non sugary treats!

Vinny - He likes the tootsie rolls and Skittles! (Mostly a chocolate fan so anything chocolate related!)

Kylie - She's seven so she'll take anything besides licorice and all the basic disliked candy that kids don't like!

[mcschnuggles]

Ik I literally Just sent a pb cookie recipe & also other anons cookie recipe could v well b Way better than this, but a rly simple easy way 2 make p much any type of *Insert fruit* snickerdoodle is 2 find a sugar cookie recipe, replace the egg w/ 1/4 cup of pureed w/e (pumpkin puree-applesauce is the texture range u want 4 the puree, not 2 liquidy) & add an xtra 1/2 tsp baking powder, then do the whole roll in2 ball, dip in melted butter & cinnamon sugar thing, & boom! Snickerdoodle -MoominsAnon

👀

I can't believe all the good recipes i'm getting today omg

[deviationdivine]

Bright Like the Sun (Request!)

Drabble!Roulette

TLDR: Summer in Detroit means spending a day in the park together until running into an old co-worker...

Word Count: 1,324

TW: None (Pure sunshine and roses mostly); Suggestive Android Licking (a.k.a the best kind)

A/N: Thank you for the love anon! You’re too cute. The two symbols you chose rolled you RK800-60 & fluff. Of course there’s my headcanon of him doubting himself even if it is a fluffy mess. Thanks for participating and sending me your mystery request! I’m free for more rolls.

Summer in Detroit appears to be a favorite if only because it pulls him further away from those cold months following end of revolution. Those were the same he awoke under control of a master program. Only orders moved him then. Content to obey and never question as his predecessor had.

Deviancy changes everything. Just ask him now.

He wonders if luck is more than a conceptual philosophy in humans. Sitting outside amid warm weather, bright and clear with zero rain in forecast drives happiness through his system. 

A shimmering blue sits stable on his temple. Reflecting sunlight off its surface turns the once bitter and lost android into a shining beacon. 

Freedom offers this kindness. He savors having choices. Free will astonishes him daily. Most of all it’s the soft laugh tinkling like the window chimes you favor at home spiking his eternal fascination. 

The sound is captivating. Lulling him to contentment, confidence ever growing with the love you held for him.

The android laughs with you swept up in a moment of pure bliss. There is nothing to do. No work at all to keep him long away from your sweet presence. Even if you both work in the same place but this android is so in love surviving a half hour in the precinct without receiving a text from you drives him to critical levels of stress. 

Why else does he carry a cell in his pocket at all times? Even advanced prototypes need a proper way of communication with their love. You laughed when he first told you that. It is a glorious laugh.

Leaning close to thread arms around your waist pulls both of you together. A sweet entanglement shows the whole world how in love an android and human truly are. 

A tiny peck atop your nose is ten times more than anyone can realize. Even if your affection is on display to an entire public park there is only a pair of chocolate eyes drowning your attention. One lone bench becomes a private sanctuary for the two of you.

A chorus of birds fills this tranquil space. Everything’s bright. No longer cold, no snow and somehow warmest thing is him. 

Pulling you up from bench lightens this day more. Watching the sway of your top in each fluid movement your body makes, fluttering fabric he wishes to tangle with his fingers. 

He slides them against your back consciously protective. An outside vendor draws your attention and that is where the android follows.

It is not long before you have a cold treat in hand to combat current heat. Temperatures do create interesting ways to see your beautiful, flush...

“Y/N? Is that you!?”

Cutting the closeness between you short draws a complete stop in the hand holding trek around park. Beautiful nature, sunny disposition and instantly it crashes at a familiar former member of the DPD. You sigh.

“Hey!” They approach with a faux smile. Obviously their departure from department left plenty of animosities against practically everybody that worked there. Highly advanced puppet droids included which brings out a perfectly snarky comment. “I didn’t know you were dating Connor.”

RK800-60’s expression melts much like the ice cream cone in your hand. An immediate swirl of red floods indicator making this day less pleasant than it begins. 

With you curling beside him, lost among freshly clean linen and skin softer than he deserves to feel; the android frowns even as he dips into early morning’s memory.

Part of him remains inadequate. Even if he came to the DPD after Connor somehow it was him you fell in love with. How? How can someone so amazingly human, gorgeous from within and without want a copy like him?

Doubt sows a tether inside and twists on his internal circuitry. Mistaking him for Connor frazzles him into the point of overheating and he doesn’t bother to correct. In fact every probability popping into his vision now leaves him searching for the best escape route with you.

The steadiness of your figure not moving when he attempts to untangle fingers from yours stills the entire bustle of park. He hardly has a chance to process.

“He’s not Connor.” Making it clear with a bit of an edge it’s obvious. At least it is to you because that comment about him is definitely on purpose. Never imagine running into this person again. 

Frankly it’s putting a wrench in your plans. The former co-worker knows damn well who you’re with. You don’t even have to lift attention up to him to know his LED is ablaze. 

“For someone who still held a position at the DPD directly after the revolution you have a poor attention span.” Giving it back equally cool means you won’t stand for him being belittled. “It’s a wonder you ever got any work done being so clueless in a police department.”

RK800-60’s lips part, cocking his head in awe at the sight of your former colleague’s ruddy complexion. They grew a shade of tomato. Shrinking back from their snarky comment only makes him…proud. There is also a delicious urge to pull you flush and devour your mouth.  

New Mission Parameter

Kiss Y/N until oxygen depletion 

“Oh. It’s that one.” Your ‘friend’ laughs in the underhanded comment. “Wow. I forgot. That’s right! It’s Connor’s duplicate that you had the hots for. I’m guessing it’s better than the original then? I mean.... It’d be like settling for generic department store brand over Prada. Cheap but has its uses.” 

Flashing colors invade the android’s indicator not settling to one hue. An insult that did not make sense in his analysis but…

“Funny. I was just thinking about how I have someone to be happy with. Unlike a miserable snob who thinks they can ruin somebody’s day with their pathetic attempt to insult my boyfriend.” 

“Y/N…”

You barely hear him. Nor do you realize what the heat’s done to the ice cream cone. Well, never mind. Sticky vanilla is dripping across fingers. 

Tearing you away from ripping a new one into them further, he grabs onto wrist stalling any moves to rectify the melting problem. Instead, his tongue slithers across digits swiping the frosty treat in a slow lick.

Your breath catches. Unaware of how rosy your face flushes but all too aware of his sly maneuver drawing your index finger into the cavern of his hot mouth. Keeping eye contact while sucking away vanilla snaps your every thread of self control. Best of all he doesn’t even care about witnesses.

“Oh my God! Androids are so gross!”

Laughter spills from your lips. Say goodbye to former work pal. Indulging this kinky routine of his, it’s not the first he’s put a tongue to use and licked something off. He’s very good at it too.

“You have some on your lip,” teasing him for full effect seals a heady kiss. Tasting ice cream on his artificial breath forces you to drop cone. No loss. It’s already ruined anyway.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He apologizes against your lips without actually feeling sorry for them. “Did I make them uncomfortable?”

“I’d say so.” Honestly who cares? Besides, he knew what he was doing. Why else do you find it so funny? 

“Do you want another cone to replace the one that melted?”

“Hmm.” Pondering more to his seemingly innocent question there’s no denying things are going to be sweet anyway. What else can you expect from this boy?

“How about we buy a whole tub of ice cream?” Twirling a finger against the soft material of his buttoned shirt adds an underlying promise for this evening. “For later.”

RK800-60’s lips easily curl into a tiny smirk. His arm snakes quickly to your waist to drag you from park. Rewarded with your laughter is the only soundtrack he desires because it is bright like the sun and its rays melted his cold, machine heart far better than any conversion.

[visceravalentines]

Four's Company

Poly!Sinclairs x Hinge!AFAB!Reader

1.1k words Smut, pwp, group sex, oral, anal, cum swallowing, creampie, very slight dirty talk

This is pure filth and I hope you like it! An homage to all the poly!Sinclairs content on my dash this week. Special thanks to @slutforguts, Blue Anon (consider yourself tagged you magical mythical being, you know who you are), and @doomh3ad for feeding the brain rot.

It started with you and Vincent.

He was the only brother home, spent the morning fixing a canvas, finally emerged from the workshop and paced restlessly through the house.

“What’s up, Vin?”

He shrugged noncommittally.

“I thought you had a lot to get done today.”

Vincent gave you a look, signed, “I do, thanks.”

You chuckled sheepishly. “Sorry. How can I help?”

He shook his head, rolled his eye, leaned against the wall.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, set your chin on his chest. “Maybe I can…inspire you a little bit. Help you relax.”

He looked down at you and ran a pigment-stained thumb across your lip. You opened your mouth and sucked gently at his fingertip. The corner of his mouth twitched. You grinned at him. “C’mere.”

You led him to the couch. He shrugged off most of his layers, leaving him in a tank top with his arms bare and his wax-crusted work pants. You unzipped his fly and he lifted his hips to allow you to pull his pants off of him. You placed delicate kisses across his stomach, stringing them between his hips, finally moving down the broad line of hair on his abdomen to plant a kiss just above his dick. Glancing up at him, you found him watching you with abject focus, a particular mix of analytic investment and empty lust on his face.

“Relax, Vin,” you said. “Give it a rest for just a minute.” You punctuated your words with a swirl of your tongue around his head and were rewarded by his beautiful hand gripping the couch cushion and a soft moan that snuck from his throat. “You like that?”

He put his hand on the back of your head, pulling you towards himself, and with a laugh you took him between your lips, moved your tongue along the underside of his shaft, teasing up an erection. As he stiffened under your ministrations you sucked him further and further into your mouth, working up to his full length. His head lolled back on the couch and he let out a soft, heavy sigh.

As you finally took him all the way to the hilt, you heard a door slam and the thump of familiar boots on the floor. Lester let out a low whistle. “Well now, what is all this?” he said. “I run one errand and y’all start fuckin’ in the livin’ room. Mind if I join, Vin?” Vincent apparently did not mind, because he shifted position as Lester lifted you to all fours. “What about you, sweet pea?”

You released Vincent just long enough to say, “All yours, Les.”

“Ain’t you sweet,” he said as he slid your underwear down your thighs. His calloused finger ran over your slit and you whined, clenching gently with anticipation. He fumbled at you as he undressed with one hand, kneeling behind you, slipping into you easily and sighing. “You got the nicest pussy, angel baby.”

He started up a casual rhythm, running his hands over your ass and thighs. You adjusted to him quickly, reveling in the feeling of being filled at both ends. Lester sank deeper into you, pushing Vincent further into your throat with every thrust, eliciting a tiny sound from you each time. Vincent brushed his fingers over your cheek, combed them against your scalp, gazing at you with adoration as you squeezed your eyes shut and sank into the sensation of both of them at once.

Soon enough, the door slammed again. More boots, heavier this time. “Goddamn, y’all started a party without me.”

Bo knelt down beside you. “How you doin’, darlin’?” You moaned around Vincent’s dick and his fingers clenched in your hair. Bo snickered. “Y’know, I’ve been thinkin’ about that ass all day. Think I might have to take me a piece. ‘S that alright with you, sugar?” You managed something like a nod.

Vincent and Lester both reluctantly let you go, shifted around to accommodate the missing piece that was Bo. Somewhere along the way you lost the rest of your clothing. With Vincent standing, Lester in front of you with your legs around his hips, and Bo behind you wearing nothing but his hat, you were well and thoroughly fucked.

Lester circled his thumb over your clit, Bo rolled your nipples between his fingers, and Vincent brushed away the tears collecting in the corners of your eyes. Anytime they fell into rhythm with one other was accidental, each of them focused wholly on you, and it made for a delightfully punishing pace.

You were swept away in the onslaught of sensations, absolutely senseless, making unconscious sounds you didn’t know you were capable of. The feeling of being so full, claimed in every way, overwhelmed by caresses, kisses, Lester’s whispered expletives, it sent you plunging into a liminal space of absolute pleasure.

Vincent eased your face up to look into your glazed-over eyes.

“Fuck, baby, feel – so good,” Lester growled.

Bo sank his teeth into the curve of your neck and you moaned deep in your chest, and that was enough for Vincent. He groaned, lashes fluttering, and finished down your throat.

The sight of him, the taste of him, was your final straw, and you soared over the edge, whole body wracked with muscle contractions, endorphins flooding your veins, brain absolutely basking in oxytocin, slumping forward onto Lester like a marionette with no strings.

Bo and Les grunted, gasped, as you clenched around the pair of them, and Lester whined your name, nails digging into your thighs, as he came mightily inside you. Bo gripped your waist and swore, bucking against you as you pulled him into that sweet place with the rest of you.

Even in the wane of your orgasm, the tender touches of three pairs of hands kept your nerve endings sparking and your abdomen tense. You drifted back into your body as Bo tucked his shirt around you, lifting you onto the couch between himself and Vincent. Lester sat cross-legged on the floor, his hair a mess, beaming at you.

“What’s up, Les?” you asked, leaning your head on Vincent’s shoulder.

“Nothin’,” he said, shrugging. “I just love ya, that’s all.”

You laughed softly. Bo squeezed your thigh. Vincent pressed his lips to the crown of your head. “Love you too.”

[moonlightsolo]

could you do a little series on harry styles's songs about youuuu???? feel like it would be cute plus you're a phenomenal writer!!!!

harry's songs dedicated to you

wc: 800-ish??

pairing: harry styles x female reader

warnings: kinda suggestive, really fluffy and kinda funny not gonna lie

note: i had so much fun writing this. thank you for the compliment ilysm anon <3

harry’s songs about you….

obviously you were his muse for both of his albums

hs1 you were secretly dating

(mostly a friends with benefits type of situation)

and during the fine line era you were both officially a very serious couple

“harry styles and mystery girl step out for a bite in london!”

about a month later, “harry styles spotted with the same girl in los angeles!"

the news headlines could go on and on....

everyone was curious about who harry based his songs off of

and now they know!

“source closed to styles says: “they’ve been together for a really long time. they’re really in love”

back to the songs!

only angel is an obvious one

the sexy, mysterious person that harry was pining over in this song

it made you feel powerful

you’re the girl who’s an angel in public eye and “a devil in between the sheets”

that song describes the fire in the beginning of your relationship

the touchy, can’t keep your hands off of each other, kind of relationship

aka the highest your libido has ever been

now woman…. that song literally made you fall in love with him

well this is before told him that you fell in love him…it was a secret for a while…

but now he knows and it’s mutual so it’s fine. anyway!

harry poured his feelings for you into this song

how you spent the first night at his house watching romantic comedies on netflix

and then he cherished every curve and dip of your body in his bed ;)

but your relationship kinda fell apart for a while

because harry was seen with countless models (he’s stupid)

soooo you ended up wanting to take a break bc you felt the feelings weren’t mutual with him

(but they were….y’all were just too scared to tell each other)

then you somehow got a boyfriend :(

that wasn’t harry :(

and you felt happy but still unfinished???

bc how could you ever replace harry f’ing styles.

so he finished this song by writing it about being envious of the man that won you over

honestly, h was so distraught he thought he lost you forever

then the other songs that weren’t really about you, just his life in general.

carolina (rolls eyes), sign of the times, kiwi, ever since ny….

two ghosts aka both of your sad souls being without each other

h was inspired to write meet me in the hallway about you two meeting again after being apart for a few months

you saw each other in the hallway of your apartment complex for the first time :0

gasp!! such a coincidence!!

as soon as you got home, you broke up with your bf over text.

then harry let you listen to his finished album and you cried like a big baby

he consoled you with kisses n cuddles

you told him “i love you so much” in a fit of pure emotion

and he says that he loves you back (yay!!!!!)

you guys spend every minute with each other

you ended up moving in with him

you travelled with him to nyc, la, everywhere!

after a few years, harry started writing fine line

now this was a more sex positive! female power! divine woman! kinda album

watermelon sugar is a no brainer- we all know what it’s about

cough the female orgasm cough cough

specifically how he likes going doooown….town…

adore you, cause duh… he adores you??!!?!

(cherry just does not exist in this scenario)

she bc you’re the girl in his daydreams

aka the woman of his DREAMS

sunflower is just all his happiness from you poured into a song

and you remind him of sunflowers :’)

and the lil addition of, “kiss in the kitchen like it’s a dance floor”

you guys literally dance in the kitchen while making dinner

and when you heard that lyric you almost died

you definitely cried bc it’s such a small intimate thing he added

tpwk because harry is the kindest person in the world

fine line and falling bc emo harry came out

mostly bc y’all like to argue and harry gets upset

and just writes sad songs to cope with his problems

but he does have a therapist so that also helps!

(you do too, don’t lie)

let’s just say you’re literally his inspiration for his albums

hs3 is gonna be a whirlwind especially

bc there’s a heavy ring sitting pretty on a specific finger on your left hand ;)

[jungle-angel]

You know the story about a college student, who got very drunk, designed an entire plane in one night? Can you do that with platonic Top Gun?

-（。＾▽＾）anon

OH MY GOD BABES!!!!!!! This is totally perfect, I honestly didn't know this story until now but thank you so much for this idea!!! (lol).

Friday  nights were the best kind of nights on base, but even still, you and the rest of the squad wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep.

That is, until Hangman and Coyote got the bright idea to haul out the liquor.

"Alright shitheads!" Hangman announced proudly. "Weekend de-stressing commences NOW!"

God it was a mess. After a few hours, you guys had all plowed through most of the stuff, but once Coyote and Fanboy had hauled out some of the family brews, you knew you'd be in for a rough ride in the morning.

"Mickey! This is pure cane sugar alcohol!" you gagged when you had gotten a taste.

Mickey downed a shot like it was water. "Family secret mi bebé," Mickey replied with a shit-eating grin.

It was a whirlwind of shots, empty bottles, weird Spotify playlists and even weirder dancing as you and the gang partied like rockstars, completely oblivious as to what you and the others would wake up to in the morning.......



10:30 am

Saturday Morning

You let out a long, strained groan as your eyes fluttered open the very next morning. Through your blurred vision you could see everyone piled along the floor of the house, red solo cups everywhere, empty bottles littering the table.

Everybody's gonna be hurting when they get up.......

You headed to the kitchen and hauled out a ream of Gatorade, making it available to anybody who would need or want it along with several mugs of steaming black coffee. Eggs, bacon, sausage and anything you could possibly think of, went straight into the pan, the house full of its familiar, greasy scent that you knew would be so good.

"Oh fuck me," Rooster groaned as he hauled himself off the couch.

Bob's long arm and hand pawed the coffee table for his glasses. "I'm gonna have to get some clothes out of the truck later and it's gonna sound like a gunshot," he moaned.

"I don't ever wanna see another drink for as long as I live," Mickey yawned.

"You're telling me," Phoenix said, rubbing her tired eyes. "The fuck did we even do last night?"

"Each other," Hangman chuckled.

Natasha grabbed her sandal from next to her makeshift bed, chucking it straight at Hangman where it landed with a loud *SLAP!!!*. "The fuck was that for?!" he whined.

"Children, behave!" you teased, sticking your head around the corner.

"Seriously," Mickey said. "The fuck did we all do last night?"

No one could remember. You had never seen the gang scared so shitless before.

"There'd better not be a tiger in that bathroom when I go shower," Coyote muttered as he got up to go and run a hot one.

Everybody staggered to the kitchen as Phoenix flipped through the video collection on her phone, giggling a little as she played one where everybody had gotten in the mood for a little throwback to their middle school years. She never thought she'd laugh as hard as she did when she heard a bunch of screechy drunks yelling the words to Lil Jon's "Get Low", squirming at how many noise complaints they probably caused.

Once everybody had a plate full of the greasy food of choice, something on the dining room table caught Rooster's attention, a large roll of blueprint paper that clearly hadn't been there before. When he unrolled it, he was utterly shocked.

"Oh. My. God!!!" he gasped.

"What? What's up?" Mickey asked, finishing off a bite of scrambled egg covered in spicy Thai chili sauce.

Rooster unrolled the paper, revealing before yours and everyone's eyes a perfectly designed airplane, a strange design that oddly enough reminded them of an F-14.

"How fucked up were we last night, that we designed an airplane?" Bob questioned.

"Fucked up to not know if it works," Mickey chuckled.

Payback let out a high pitched squawk, his jaw almost dropping to the floor. "Uh dude!!!" he gasped. "Did we do that?"

"Apparently we did," you told him.

Coyote practically ran from the bathroom at Hangman's beckoning to see what it was everyone was gaping at, his mouth hanging open like a guppy gasping for air.

"You think this thing actually works?" he asked.

"Only one way to find out," Hangman said with a shit eating grin.

Everybody was a little wary and a little skeptical about asking Maverick to test out the design. None of them were sure if it would hold together or even function properly.

"It's worth a shot," you told them.

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here's a nice prompt to break up all the pure filth i've been writing recently. enjoy!

prompt: Hello! I really loved your Killjoy fic <3 I was wondering if you could write another college AU where joy is sneaking Reader into her dorm after a date night? [requested by anon, thank you for your patience!]

words: 1300

warnings: general shenanigans and tomfoolery, mentions of drinking

“Dude, it is so fucking late,” You whisper, your arm around Killjoy’s shoulder as your walk across campus. It’s nearly midnight, and your stomach is full from dinner as well as the candy Killjoy and you ate during the movie you went to see. Of course, you spent that entire movie whispering about the camera effects and VFX (as well as making out because it was a late night showing, so who cares?). 

“Shut up, it’s quiet hours,” Killjoy says, approaching the dorm hall she lives in. You both decided to head to hers, as it was closer to the bus stop instead of your place, which is a little ways off campus with your roommates. You texted them ahead of time that you wouldn’t be home tonight, to which you got many replies of winky faces and flirty emojis. 

“Shit, that’s right,” you say, stuffing your hand into your pocket. KJ swipes her card on the reader, allowing entrance to the dorm hall. The lights of the first floor are turned down low, and you two creep to the elevators, trying to shut the fuck up but it’s too funny. Perhaps you should’ve mentioned that drinks were in the equation, and while Killjoy is nowhere near a lightweight (she’s German, for fucks sake), you are. 

Killjoy slaps the button for the elevator. You wrap your arms around her, humming and rocking side to side. 

“Is your RA gonna care?” You ask as the elevator doors slide open with a soft ding. Killjoy pulls you inside. 

“Maybe. Depends on the mood he’s in. Let’s hope it’s a good one,” Killjoy says, staring at you with a goofy grin on her face as you put your arms on the wall, barricading her in as the elevator starts moving. Killjoy’s hands sink down to your hips, pulling you close. 

Your lips meet; you’re giddy on a sugar rush and tipsy from a couple drinks. Killjoy tastes like the ridiculous caramel chocolate candies and popcorn combo she did at the movie theater, and you open your mouth, seeking another taste of it. Killjoy’s hands curl in your shirt, her tongue sliding over yours—

Ding!

“Fucking damn it,” you mutter. You glance up at the corner of the elevator, to the beady camera staring at you two. The doors open and before you can think to flip off the camera, KJ is pulling you out of the metal box and onto her dorm floor. 

Killjoy’s room is all the way at the end of the hall, a rare single dorm that’s smaller than the rest, but offers way more privacy. It’s a good thing for her, since her social battery can be zapped fairly quickly. You get it— you wish you had your own space sometimes. 

You swing your conjoined hands as you go down the hallway, giggling softly at a joke Killjoy makes. 

The sound of keys jingling catches both of your attention. Pausing in the hallway, you both turn over your shoulders.

Killjoy whispers, “Run.” 

And as softly as you can, you and her sprint down the hallway. Killjoy jams her room key into her door and you shove her in when it opens, almost collapsing into the room. You fall onto the floor, rolling on your back in a fit of barely concealed laughter. Killjoy is bent over by the door, hand over her mouth. Killjoy waves her hand in the air, a silent sign to shut the fuck up, before pointing back at the door. 

From your spot on the floor, you hear those keys jingling again. It gets closer, closer, closer…

It pauses. Killjoy glares at you with a look that says if you make a sound we’re both dead. You slide both of your hands over your mouth, eyes wide. 

The jingling resumes, but it goes further away. 

Killjoy exhales a sigh of relief. “Shit, that was close.”

You peel yourself off the floor, divesting yourself of your hoodie. Killjoy flicks on the LED lights strung up around her room. You flop onto her bed, grabbing one of the many squishmallows she has and hugging it to your chest. Killjoy smiles at you, taking off her beanie and her classic yellow puffer jacket before kicking off her shoes and walking to you. 

“Make room, make room!” Killjoy says. You abandon the squishmallow in favor of cuddling with your girlfriend; one of your favorite activities to do, all things considered. Killjoy slides on top of you, and you start carding your fingers through her hair. She snuggles into you and you can feel her grinning against your neck. 

“I’ve got a question,” you say. 

“Shoot.” 

“Would you rather walk around with a cabbage for a head, or have broccoli for arms?” 

A thoughtful hum. “Cabbage for a head. I need my hands.” 

“Oh yeah? What for?” 

Killjoy pushes herself up enough to situate herself, straddling your waist. She slaps her hands onto your face, squishing your cheeks with a self-satisfied grin on her face. You give her a purely unamused look, but really, you’re realizing how beautiful Killjoy looks in this light. 

Flexing your stomach, you rise up and slide Killjoy onto your lap. You hug her waist, resting your chin on her sternum. Still, Killjoy pinches your cheeks. 

“You done yet?” You ask.

“Nope! Gotta inspect every inch of cheek you’ve got because you’re so cute,” Killjoy says, prompting you to smile at the compliment. Killjoy delights in it, kissing your cheeks and your nose and your forehead and anywhere else she can reach. God, you love your girlfriend so much. It’s crazy how much one person can change your outlook on life, even if it’s only for a small amount of time. 

Secretly, you hope Killjoy sticks around for a while. You want her to. You’ve never met anyone else like her, not since you met her briefly in a general chemistry course and certainly not since you encountered her another time at a boozy Frat party. 

“You think you still have a brain if it’s a cabbage?” You arch your brow, causing Killjoy to let out a small curse. 

“I didn’t even think about that!” 

“What happens to your genius little brain? It gets turned into cabbage. Congrats, you just got cabbaged!” You say in an overly dramatic voice that is akin to an announcer for the WWE. Killjoy shakes your head around a few times, and between the food and the alcohol, you get a little woozy. “Stop, stop! Mercy! Please!” 

“Only if you kiss me,” Killjoy says. 

“Oh my god, if you wanted to makeout, you could’ve just asked before giving me a headache!” With an eye roll, you flip your positions on the bed, putting Killjoy onto her back. She pulls at your shirt and you reply, “So it’s like that, huh?” 

“Yeah, it’s like that, what’re you gonna do about it?” Killjoy retorts. You lean backward and put your hands on her stomach, and you start tickling. Killjoy lets out a yelp, slapping your hands away furiously  as you wage an assault on her for shaking you like a goddamn bobblehead. Eventually, though, you give her mercy in favor of kissing her, because it’s not a proper date night if there isn’t at least a couple makeout sessions. You already clocked one in at the movie theater, it’s time for number two. 

“I love you,” you say amidst a kiss to Killjoy’s neck. 

“Love you more, cabbage clown. Will you hurry up and kiss me?” 

You huff. “Jeez. Fine!” 

You do as you’re told, wrapping your arms around your girlfriend and kissing her long into the night. 

~~~~~ A/N: killjoy would totally have squishmallows im calling it now. she probably collects them too. rip reader who has to deal with forty of them at all times