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Once Upon a Time - A Toji x Reader Fanfic Part 3 (Final)

Retold fairytales featuring the JJK men! This is Snow White featuring Toji! You live in a snowy village and have a crush on your handsome neighbor Toji, unaware that he’s been hired by the queen to kill you.

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Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. Reader as Snow White. Age gap (Reader is early 20’s, Toji is mid 30’s). Rough sex. Slight size difference kink. Death of side characters.

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Toji rushes forward and sinks to his knees beside her body, pulling it into his arms. Fuck, this wasn’t supposed to happen! She was supposed to be safe here! 

As he looks down at her face, seemingly peaceful, he’s reminded of discovering his wife’s body. She’d been battling an illness for months, and one morning he left to go hunt for their supper, only to return and find her dead. 

The trauma of that morning is seeping back into his mind as he cradles the body of his new lover. He hadn’t even realized how much he cared about her until this moment. 

“Damn you women who burst into my life, telling me you love me!” he yells in frustration. “All you do is fuck me up when you leave me like this!”

He slams his fist into the floor beside them, the wood splintering under the force. This is why he tried so hard to not get attached. He can’t handle losing another one. He folds himself over, placing his head on her chest.

Wait. Is that a heartbeat? Toji listens carefully, pressing one ear to the space where her heart would be. It’s faint, but it’s definitely beating! 

He pulls back and examines her more closely, smelling her lips to try to determine the type of poison used. It’s familiar! He lays her gently on the floor and retrieves the apple, looking it over and sniffing it as well. 

In his training to become an assassin, he had to learn about a lot of poisons. He didn’t pay too much attention, as he preferred other means of killing his targets, but a few lessons stuck with him. He remembers being taught about a poison that puts the victim in a death like state, with very shallow breathing and slow heart rate, for three hours before ultimately killing them. 

He also remembers there was a natural antidote, found in a certain plant. 

Toji gets to his feet and tears out of the cabin, racing into the woods to find the plant. The image of this plant was burned into his mind, because to him the blossom resembled a white dagger dripping blood. The petals were pointed, sharp looking, their tips crimson. He also remembers it was a rare plant that bloomed all year long. 

The forest is covered in a blanket of snow, but Toji is fast, raking the snow away from the base of each tree, where the plant is said to grow. 

Over an hour later, at the thirty-seventh tree he checked, Toji finds the plant he was looking for. It’s smaller than he expected, having only seen illustrations of it rather than the real thing, with alarmingly delicate blossoms. How does such a thing survive under the snow? 

He carefully pulls the plant from the ground and rushes back to the cabin, his face red from being exposed to the bitter cold for so long. 

Once back inside, he does a quick check to see if she’s somehow miraculously awakened while he was gone. She hasn’t, of course. But then when has a miracle ever happened for Toji? Best to make your own miracles if you need one. 

He goes to the kitchen and turns on the stove, letting it heat up some water while he prepares the plant. Using a kitchen knife, he chops the plant, blossom and all, into tiny pieces. Then he crushes them into a rough powder before adding them to the boiling water. A few minutes and some quick stirring later, he has the antidote ready, steaming in a cup. 

Being careful not to spill any, he hurries over to his lover’s unconscious body and lowers himself to the floor, then holds her upper half up in his arms. He positions her head at the best angle to avoid letting her strangle, then uses his fingers to pull her mouth open. He starts to drizzle a bit of the antidote into her mouth, but some of it is just leaking back out. 

“Shit!” he yells, then an idea occurs to him. He looks at the swirling brown liquid in the cup, then shrugs and pours the entire thing into his mouth. Then he quickly presses his lips to hers, making a seal, and pushes the antidote into her mouth. He’s in such a hurry that his mind barely registers how disgusting it tastes. 

He remains locked in the kiss for several minutes, making sure all of it goes down her throat before finally breaking away. Then he watches her face intently until her eyes begin to flutter open. 

The first thing you see when you wake up is Toji’s face. He’s looking down at you with a worried expression. When did he get back? And why is he holding you in his lap?

“Toji?” you ask, sitting up. “What’s going on?”

He stands up and helps you to your feet, then asks, “Don’t you remember?”

You think hard. “An old lady stopped by… she said she needed to rest, and she gave me an apple.”

“That was the queen using magic to change her appearance, and the apple was poisoned.”

“Wait, what?!”

Toji urges you to sit down on the couch, then sits beside you. “Someone in town told me an old fruit seller was asking questions in town before heading for the cabin. It sounded suspicious so I ran back here to check on you.”

You look around, half expecting to see a corpse nearby. “Did you see her?”

“No,” he says, “I just found you sprawled out on the floor. Luckily I recognized the poison and remembered how to make the antidote.”

You blink, surprised. “You saved me?”

He grins. “I can’t let the person who swore to pay off my debts die!”

You lean a little closer to him. “Is that the only reason?”

He looks down at your face, then averts his eyes. “And I guess I enjoy fucking you.”

“That’s all?” you ask, so close that you’re practically in his lap again. 

You see a very faint pink tint to his face as he leans slightly away. “Maybe I like having you near me.”

You edge even closer to him. “And?”

He suddenly meets your gaze, his eyes intense. “And I’d tear this whole fucking kingdom apart if someone killed you.”

You feel a smile tugging at your lips. That’s probably the closest thing to a love confession you’re going to get for now. You relax back against the couch and say, “Would you have killed the queen if I died?”

He gives a little smile back. “No, I would’ve ripped her face off then forced her to look at herself in that fancy mirror before shattering it. For someone like her, it would be a hell of a lot worse than death.”

You laugh, finding his capacity for violence for your sake endearing. 

Over the next few days, Toji makes a show of pretending you’re dead. He says the queen probably has agents watching the cabin. He wraps up some pillows in a blanket, making a human-like shape, and buries it in the woods while wearing an angry expression. He even places a few flowers on the “grave”. 

When he does finally make a trip into town to talk to a former guard he was friendly with, he tells you to remain hidden until he gets back. 

“Do you really think he’ll help us?” you ask him before he leaves. 

“Maybe. Shiu hated the queen as much as I did. He left the royal guard a few weeks before me.”

While he’s gone, you stay quiet, not wanting anyone nearby to hear noise in the supposedly empty cabin. You’ve already been keeping the curtains closed and avoiding windows. 

It’s a little scary to be alone after what happened the last time, but you trust Toji. If anything happens, he’ll come to save you. 

Shiu is sitting at a table in the back of the tavern, a mug already in his hand, when Toji walks in. He still looks the same as ever, Toji thinks. 

He looks up when Toji approaches, a restrained smile on his face. “I heard you wanted to talk to me,” he says. 

Toji sits down without being invited to do so, signaling the barmaid to bring him a drink. “How are things going for you since leaving the guard?”

Shiu shrugs. “I’m fine. I work for a noble in town, guarding their mansion.”

Toji takes a swig from the mug that was just handed to him. Might as well get to the heart of the matter. He looks at Shiu and asks, “Whatever happened to that girl you were gonna marry?”

A shadow seems to fall over Shiu’s face as he takes a long drink. He’s silent for a moment, then says, “She married someone else.”

Toji shakes his head. “That’s rough, man. All because of that bitch queen.”

Shiu doesn’t reply to that, only takes yet another drink. Toji remembers clearly what happened. The queen overheard Shiu talking to a fellow guard about being betrothed to his childhood sweetheart. The queen worked hard to maintain the deluded fantasy that all her guards were in love with her, so she couldn’t tolerate Shiu’s love for another woman. 

One day she had Shiu’s fiancé brought to the castle, and forced Shiu to break off the engagement because he was “in love with the queen”. The queen made it very clear she would be willing to kill the girl if Shiu refused. 

Only a week later, Shiu left the guard. Toji always wondered if he was able to explain things to his former fiancé and marry her after all, but apparently that never happened. 

Now, Shiu looks utterly miserable, to the point that Toji almost regrets bringing it up. 

“I never talked to her after that,” he suddenly says. “I knew the queen would have her killed if anyone saw us together. Wasn’t worth the risk.”

Toji takes another drink then sits his mug down. “What if I told you she’s a false queen?” he asks in a low voice. “What if there’s a true queen waiting to overthrow her?”

Shiu looks at him, startled. Then his eyes shift around the room to make sure no one is listening. “What are you talking about?”

Toji places his elbow on the table casually, as if he’s discussing the weather. “The queen killed her husband, but he had a child before he married her.”

“Yeah, the kid died right after he did,” Shiu said, recounting the official story. 

“She’s alive,” Toji tells him, “And ready to claim her throne.”

Shiu’s eyes narrow. “How do you know that?”

“Because the queen hired me to kill her.”

“And you didn’t.”

Toji nods. “I didn’t.”

Shiu looks at him in silence for a moment, then says, “You fucked her, didn’t you?”

Toji laughs. “I did. But to be fair I had no idea who she really was. The first time at least.”

Shiu shakes his head and takes another drink. “How sure are you about this? She could be a fake or-“

“She’s the real deal,” Toji says. “She didn’t even know herself until a few days ago. I was with her when she found out.”

“So?” Shiu asks. “What do you need from me?”

“A distraction, mostly. Gather as many former guards as you can and make a scene at the castle gates. Draw as many guards as you can. I’ll sneak in through one of the old passageways and take out the queen.”

“She’ll keep the elite guard in the castle with her,” Shiu says. Both men still know exactly how things work. 

Toji grins. “Elite or not, there’s only six of them. Do you really think they can stop me?”

Shiu laughs. “Not in a million years!”

“Have everything ready,” Toji says. “We’ll make our move in one week.”

How did things end up like this? How did you find yourself in a small dark carriage with Toji, on your way to the castle to kill the queen? 

Toji seems calm and relaxed. Has he assassinated a royal before? He acts like this is just a pleasant ride through the kingdom. His confidence makes you feel more at ease, but you’re still battling to keep your nerves under control. You’ve never done anything remotely like this before. 

But you can’t back down now. Not after what the queen has taken, and attempted to take, from you. In the back of your mind, your poor father’s bloody corpse remains frozen there, refusing to be forgotten. You can’t allow the person who ordered his death to sit on the throne and enjoy such power. 

“You still okay?” Toji’s voice asks. The carriage is so dark inside that you can barely see his face. He insisted on doing this at night. 

“I’m fine. Just nervous,” you reply. “Why don’t you tell me something about your past, to distract me?”

You hear Toji snort. “You don’t wanna hear depressing stuff like that. Ask me about something recent.”

After a moment of thought, you ask, “Why did you kill that boar that was terrorizing the village? I used to think it was out of kindness, but that doesn’t seem likely.”

Toji laughs. “You don’t think I’m kind?”

“Are you?”

“Fuck no! I’m a terrible person!” Toji says, then goes quiet for a little while before speaking again. You wish you could see his expression as he says, “That kid the boar killed… he used to play in front of my house all the time. Annoying little brat. But he looked like Megumi. He looked like my son. So I didn’t really mind seeing him out my window every day.”

Another brief silence, then Toji goes on. “When I saw that kid’s body all mangled up, it was like I was looking at Megumi’s corpse. Something just snapped in me, and I had to kill the boar.”

You smile even though you doubt he can see it. “That’s a surprisingly sweet reason.”

The carriage begins to slow, then comes to a stop. Toji climbs out and then helps you step down onto the hard forest ground. The air is frigid and dry. What snow is left on the ground is solid, like icy stone. It’s dark here, but some moonlight is filtering in between the trees, providing more light than was in the carriage. 

Several feet away stands an old church made of crumbling brick. It’s in obvious disrepair, probably abandoned. 

“So the tunnel is in there?” you ask. 

Tojo is adjusting a leather satchel on his shoulder. “Yep. Leads straight to the fruit cellar inside the castle.”

He’d explained earlier that the tunnel was a secret escape route for the royal family, made generations ago when the kingdom was at war with another land. They never closed it off because there was always the chance of an attack, from rebellious commoners or even another kingdom in the future. 

Toji talks to the driver of the carriage, some former guard he once worked with, and then the carriage is gone, presumably to meet up with the “distraction force” as Toji calls it. Then the two of you walk into the church.  

Inside, Toji lights a torch and hands it to you before lighting another for himself. In the firelight you can see that the church interior is in decent shape. It’s very dusty, full of cobwebs, but otherwise looks like any other empty church. The pews are still arranged neatly in a row, with even a few Bibles and hymnals still tucked into the wooden holders. 

You follow Toji as he walks right up to the Baptismal pool at the back, long dried up, and lifts up a stone slab you thought was the bottom. Beneath it you see a set of steps leading down into pitch darkness. 

“Wouldn’t this be a bad idea when the pool was full?” you ask as Toji begins walking down the steps. 

“It never was,” he tells you, turning back to offer you his hand as you follow down after him. “This was never a functioning church. All of this is fake.”

Once down the steps, you move the torch around to look at your surroundings. The tunnel is tall enough for Toji to fit with room to spare, and wide enough for at least four men to walk side by side. The floor is made of stone, not dirt. You suppose royals wouldn’t lower themselves to walking on the bare earth even in an emergency. 

The walls are also stone, but have a rustic, unfinished quality to them. You can only see a little ways ahead, as the tunnel seems to absorb the firelight. When you speak to Toji, your voice echoes. 

“I hope you know the way,” you say as you turn a corner, leaving the main path. Apparently there are several “dummy paths” to confuse potential pursuers. 

“All guards have to memorize the route through the tunnels,” he says, “in case we have to escort the queen out.”

You walk the rest of the way in relative silence, only your footsteps and Toji’s filling the tunnel with faint sound. As you get closer to the end, the two of you begin walking slower, more quietly, to avoid alerting any guards that might be patrolling near the exit. 

Finally, Toji stops in what looks like the middle of the tunnel and points upwards. There’s a square outline of wood, with a rope ladder tied up to it. Toji releases the ladder then climbs it enough to ease the door open. You see him hold the torch up and move it around to check the area, then he motions for you to climb up as he pushes the door fully open. 

Inside the fruit cellar, there’s a couple of wall mounted candles giving off meager light, but it’s enough to see where you’re going. Toji snuffs out the torches and tosses them behind a shelf, then cracks open the door and peeks out. Apparently seeing nothing of note, he takes your hand and silently leads you out into the hall. 

There’s more light here, with torches fixed in elegant mounts at evenly spaced intervals along both walls. The floor is carpeted, in deep red, and the ceiling is absurdly high. 

You look around in wonder, trying to force your brain to remember any of this. You were born here, spent the first year and a half of your life here, but nothing looks the least bit familiar. You were simply too young at the time. 

Toji pulls you gently along, faster than your usual pace. “Shiu must be doing his job,” Toji says. “The halls aren’t usually so empty.”

He stops suddenly and ducks back against the wall, then leans slightly around a corner. “There they are. The elite guard, right outside her bedroom like I thought.”

You want to peek around and see for yourself, but you keep your back pressed against the wall. 

Toji turns to you. “Stay here until I take care of them.”

You nod, then he rushes around the corner. You hear the guards yelling, indistinguishable words and then grunts and yells of pain. You hear metal clanging against metal, and you realize Toji didn’t bring a sword. 

No longer able to bear not knowing what’s happening, you creep over to the corner and very carefully lean around to look. 

In front of an ornate door, two guards are already lying on the floor, not moving, pools of blood beneath their bodies. Toji is holding a sword just like theirs, obviously taken from one of their bodies. He swings it with terrifying precision, slicing one guard across the neck and then stabbing into another’s gut. Blood is spraying all over the hall, coating Toji’s arms and shirt. 

Of the two guards left, one tries to grab Toji from behind, but Toji’s head slams back into the man’s face with a sickening crunch. Then Toji parries the last guard’s sword and grabs the man’s throat with his free hand. The guard drops his sword and used both hands to try to pry Toji’s fingers from his neck, but that’s when Toji rams his own sword through the man’s chest. 

Toji turns to face you as you step around the corner. “Are you okay?” you ask him, worried he might have gotten wounded in the scuffle. 

“Not a scratch,” he says, putting his hand on the golden knob of the door. “Ready to see the queen?”

You take a deep breath and will your heart to stop beating so fast. In the pocket of your dress is a small dagger Toji gave you. Your hand grips the handle as you say, “I’m ready.”

Toji opens the door to a surprisingly bright room. A huge chandelier overhead illuminates the lavish bedroom, but you don’t have time to even notice the gilded furnishings. Because in the center of the room sits a strikingly beautiful woman in a long red velvet dress. 

She’s glaring at you, but her eyes quickly shift to Toji. “I knew you’d come,” she says, her voice pretty but tired. “You’ve always hated me. I shouldn’t have even bothered with posting guards.”

You step forward, clutching the dagger in your fist. She looks at it, then at your face. She doesn’t seem frightened at all, just… tired. Is this really the same person who visited you and gave you the apple? She seems to have so many sides to her. 

“Ah yes, the princess finally comes home,” she says. 

Even in her defeated state, she’s gorgeous. Did this woman really worry that you’re more beautiful than her? Just as you’re about to question if that’s really why she began to target you after all these years, she waves her hand over her face. 

It’s like she pulled off a mask. She must have been using magic to enhance her appearance, because now she looks like an ordinary woman. Still pretty, but the regular sort of pretty you see in any village in the kingdom. 

She sighs and relaxes back in her chair. “I never should have let you live,” she says. 

“Why did you?” you ask her. The question has been wearing on your mind. 

She looks away, her gaze settling on something distant. “You don’t have to believe me, but I truly did love your father. Your real father. I didn’t kill him. And I couldn’t kill you, because you were the last little piece of him left in the world. I regret that foolish sentimentality now.”

You look down at her, trying to decide whether or not you pity her. After some thought, you decide you don’t. “I would have lived my life out in peace, never knowing the truth, if you hadn’t tried to kill me,” you tell her. “You started all of this.”

Her eyes fix upon yours again. She doesn’t try to escape beg for her life. She doesn’t even try to shield her neck with her hand as you hold the dagger up. A strange smile spreads over her face. “Ah, you have your father’s eyes.”

“You killed the only father I ever knew,” you say, before plunging the dagger into her throat. 

As you release your hold on the dagger’s hilt, you realize your hands are trembling. You clasp them together to still them as Toji comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. 

“You did good,” he says. 

You nod numbly. Did you do good? Was killing her the right thing to do? Only time will tell. 

A few guards burst into the room. They spot the queen’s bloody body slumped in her chair and point their swords at you and Toji. 

Before a battle can break out, Toji points to the necklace around your neck. “This is the true queen,” he tells them. He also holds out a familiar envelope. “This is a letter written by the former Royal Advisor explaining everything. The queen you served killed the king and stole the throne.”

One of the guards hesitantly takes the letter, his eyes repeatedly shifting to the pendant on your chest. “We will have to report this to the court and let them decide what to do,” he says. 

You give him a dignified nod, trying to look like a queen. You’re still not sure you even want to rule, but you have Toji by your side. With him, you feel like you can figure things out. 

Four months have passed since you killed the queen. You’re standing in the throne room, listening to court advisors and teachers as they continue their lessons. 

One of them snaps a wooden ruler against a nearby desk to get your attention. “Your Majesty! I asked you which of our allies trades primarily in grain! This is a test!”

You sigh as you step away from the window. “Asselia, our neighbor to the north,” you answer. They’ve been quizzing you nonstop for the past week in preparation for your first meeting with allied leaders. 

“Very good,” one of them says. He’s a kindly old man who apparently served under your parents when they ruled. 

The harsher man beside him, holding the ruler, doesn’t seem impressed. “You still get at least one in ten answers wrong! You’ll be an embarrassment to the-“

He stops abruptly when the main doors open and Toji walks in. 

“Hey now,” Toji says, draping an arm around the man who is now sweating. “You’re not being rude to our adorable new queen, are you?”

The man’s face goes pale. “N-no, sir! We’re just going over her lessons. She’s still new to politics and-“

“And these lessons have already went over schedule by an hour,” Toji tells him. “She’s taking a break now.”

The man looks like he’d love to say something, but he holds his tongue, instead gathering up some papers and books from his desk and leaving the room in a hurry. Several more men leave as well, casting fearful looks Toji’s way. 

All that remains is your top advisor, the one who praised you earlier. He’s your favorite. With a light chuckle he watches his colleagues flee the room, then turns to you. “Don’t worry, Your Majesty, you’re making excellent progress. Someone who grew up in a small village can’t be expected to know everything about this kingdom so quickly.”

You smile warmly at him. “Thank you. I’m glad you came back to the castle.”

He gives you a wink. “I’m glad you came back too.”

“You’ve never doubted me, have you?” you ask him. Many in the court seem to think you’re a fake heir who somehow stole your pendant. But they hated the previous queen so much that even they didn’t oppose your rule. 

He laughs as he heads toward the door. “How could I? You look so much like your parents it’s uncanny! And I know my friend’s handwriting. The letter is not fake.”

You wave to him as he leaves the room, closing the door behind him. Toji walks over and locks it. 

“How are the new guards doing?” 

Toji has been overseeing the training of the guards you had to replace after the night you killed the queen. His friend Shiu is now Captain of the Guard and is helping with the training. 

“They’re soft and weak but they’ll get better,” Toji says, walking over to you. “Not like you even need them with me around.”

He’s probably right. You can’t even fathom someone being able to get past Toji. 

“So did the gambling dens accept the payments?” you ask, leaning back against him as his arms encircle you. 

“Happily,” he replies, leaning down and nuzzling your neck. 

“I thought that’s all you wanted from me,” you say in a teasing tone.

His hands begin untying the intricate front laces of your bodice. “Oh I can think of a lot of things I still want from you.”

“Then take them,” you say, sighing as a strong hand slips beneath your bodice and firmly squeezes your breast. 

Toji pauses and looks across the room. “That desk… it belongs to that old asshole, right?”

You glance over at it, frowning at the memory of the ruler cracking against it. You think you’ll hear that sound in your sleep for years to come. “He brought it with him, yes.”

“Wanna fuck on it? So every time you look at it you’ll just be thinking of my cock drilling into your pussy?”

You turn in Toji’s arms, facing him, then stand on your tip toes to kiss his lips. “You always have the best ideas!”

You’re both half naked by the time you make your way over to the desk, only a thin slip and some panties remaining on your body. Toji pulls them off you before discarding his pants, then bends you over the desk. 

The wood feels cool against your bare, flushed skin. By contrast, Toji’s hand feels hot as it slides down your ass and then slips between your thighs from behind. You shudder as his fingers probe your flesh, spreading your wetness around and making lewd sounds. 

“Already so wet,” he says, then leans over you and says into your ear, “Such a naughty little queen.”

You gasp as his fingers press in deeper, his thumb rubbing your clit. “T-Toji!” you whine, your hands gripping the edge of the desk. 

His erection is brushing against your ass, taunting you with its firmness and heat. You wiggle a bit as you look back at him. “Your queen orders you to fuck her stupid!”

Toji grins. “As you wish, Your Majesty!”

His hand leaves your throbbing cunt, and seconds later you feel his huge cock slide into you. Your body jerks forward with the motion, the desk scooting a few inches across the floor. 

Your feet leave the floor, your quivering legs dangling as Toji thrusts in harder, his hands on your hips. You feel like a toy in his grasp, but that only turns you on more. You cry out each time his cock hits the deepest possible place in you, wishing he could go even deeper. 

One of his hands slides down and grips your left leg, then pulls it up, spreading you open. A sound escapes you that doesn’t even sound like yourself. Something between a moan and a sob. In this position, his tip is ramming your cervix with each thrust. 

Your whole body is shaking as you cum, crying and clenching him, hugging the desk with all your strength. 

Toji’s cock twitches inside you, and he pulls out quickly, his cum splattering on your body and the desk beneath it. 

Is he afraid to get you pregnant? That’s probably something the two of you should discuss soon. 

Once you’ve both cleaned up and are sitting together in the throne room, you decide to share an idea you had with Toji. 

“Why don’t you invite Megumi to live in the castle with us?”

He seems surprised by the suggestion. “Are you sure about that? You heard the queen. Kids are the last pieces left of parents who died. He’s always gonna remind me of my wife.”

“I don’t mind,” you tell him honestly. “I don’t think we should forget people we lost. But that doesn’t mean we can’t continue our lives without them.”

He puts an arm around you, pulling you in for a quick kiss. “I never thought I’d fall for such a sweet little thing,” he says. 

You smile up at him. “Oh, so you admit you fell for me?”

He gives you an almost pouty look. “You’re sneaky, huh? Gonna have to punish you for that.”

“Oh, something to look forward to during the next round of lessons!” you say with a laugh. 

Toji laughs too, and you realize you made the right choices since they led you here, to this moment of pure bliss. 

And you lived happily ever after. 

[roselyn-writing]

Happy Birthday to the Notorious Slasher! Scylla Aepel 🥳🎂🩸🔪

Blood splash divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

[junabuggy]

Hi!! I saw requests are open, do you have any stamps or blinkies of a thistle flower?? Or just any purple flowers in general hahaha

Heyhey!!! I made you some thistle flower blinkies :3 got the dividers + stamps from @animatedglittergraphics-n-more !!

[cyrdling]

Shota Aizawa x reader headcanons...

a/n: YEOWW hes HOT!!!

okay, i don't think this guy does anything other than work and sleep. he's pretty busy, with the school, plus his hero work. he doesn't really get out much, either- he's usually too tired to actually be social or he's busy.

he doesn't really know how a relationship works. sure, flowers, chocolate, presents, dates, but he doesn't know what he should do if you're having a nightmare. he's a very fast learner though, so just tell him! he'd be happy to snuggle or give you time alone if you want it!

he talks in his sleep. i don't know why but i think he says the most insane shit while he's sleeping. he doesn't sleepwalk, though- he just yaps for no reason.

he runs VERY warm. not even a thing with his quirk, it's just how he is. he's not the kind of warm that makes you sweaty, either- just a very soft cozy feeling. it's actually quite nice to snuggle with him, since he's a pretty good person to cuddle.

he's a pretty quiet talker. almost whispering as he asks you what you'd like for dinner, or how your day at work was. he just doesn't want to scare you or make you uncomfortable with his voice- he, out of anyone, should know that loud people can be annoying, since he spends his time at work with loud teenagers.

he's not a wuss about confronting you if you're doing something that makes him uncomfortable. if he's feeling weird about it, he doesn't want you to think it's okay to do- so he just tells you straight up that it makes him feel bad.

he's an incredibly romantic partner, but not in the sense youre thinking. sure, he probably wouldn't book an entire restaurant for you to have dinner, but he would get takeout and move the dining room table into the living room so you could watch television while you ate. in this sense, he wouldn't get you overly grand presents- just little, yet very very personal, gifts.

he secretly loves when you braid his hair. do with that what you will

for nicknames, i think he'd call you a shortened version of your name. if you're doing a bit, he will use the most ridiculous names ever. sugar pie honey plum. sweetie pumpkin schnookums. he will win that war for sure

he doesn't blush. just doesn't. not really for any particular reason, it's just not something his body really does. if you do get him to blush, it's very cute (and he HATES it) so he tries to cover his face. don't let him!!!

scared shitless of horses. i don't know why he just is. maybe it's because it's so tall. or maybe it's because the domestic ones usually have big metal shoes. he just doesn't want to get kicked in the head.

absolutely puts stuff on the high shelf. says "what do you mean my sweet pookie bear? it's on a normal shelf" he's so damn mean

thank you for reading!! i hope you enjoyed this one :] please reblog if you enjoyed it!!

[pathosketches]

I genuinely don't know how to do intro posts so here we go-

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[nikkisixxsmissingpick]

SOMEBODY THAT I USED TO KNOW- CHAP ONE

WARNINGS: eddie's death, not proofread, gn!reader, warn me if there's anything else

That was it, he was gone…

Dustin’s voice sounded muffled as you looked at Eddie’s body, starting to get cold, right there in your arms, his lips looked pale and eyes dry as you caressed his cheek. Fat, hot tears rolled down your own cheeks as you looked at your boy, a faint smile appears on your face as you recall 

“There’s no shame in running” right, Edd? Then why? Why?

You mutter at him, the once smile now turned upside down as your face starts to flood with tears, little hiccups escape your throat. the sweet nickname, given when you were little, rolled off your lips so easily…

Your hand runs up to his hair, puffy wild curls now full of dirt and blood, you run your nails through his scalp softly.

You wanted to smell his scent one last time, but now he only smells like blood and sweat, barely there a little of tobacco.

“Come on moony, we have to go!” Dustin says, his voice stained with tears.

You lean down, doing what you wanted he was alive to do, you kiss him. It's brief, but sweet, just a little peck at his bloody lips.

“I love you Edd… Goodbye”

you hug him one last time and lay his cold body on the ground, closing his eyes and then getting up.

You help dustin back to the right side and go yourself, eddie’s pick necklace and bandana in your back pocket

TWO DAYS LATER

You’re in Eddie's room, looking through his band t-shirts, picking some of them for you, grief is consuming you from the inside, you couldn't even look Wayne in the eyes when you handed him the bandana earlier that day.

When looking through the inside of a drawer, in between probably expired condoms and some cigarette butts, you see something moving wildly in it, some black little thing that looks like a little fox.

You take off the Black Sabbath shirt from inside the drawer and then you see, it’s a little bat. His left wing is clearly hurt, and he turns to you slowly.

You can swear it’s Eddie for a moment, but that isn’t possible right? He died on upside down two days ago… right? Trauma and grief is just getting to you.

The little bat walks very slowly towards the border of the drawer, but when it is gonna come into the light it squeaks loudly and returns to the shadow on the back.

Then you remember…. Dustin adopted the demodog that day years ago and didn’t even know it was from the Upside Down… And it reacted just like that to light.

You look back at the little bat and as if he could understand you, you say “don’t move a muscle!” 

For a moment you think he nodded but you might be imagining things again.

You close the drawer slowly to not shake the little thing up and stand, running to the car and going to Dustin's house.

[77ngiez-archive]

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nana, he/him + ze/hir + more. dangan + fangan + vocaloid + prsk + omori + yttd + hamlet + pafl fan. rb sideblog is @77ngiez-rbs. my url is pronounced "nanangiez". mutuals feel free to ask for my discord and/or my personal blog!!!

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full disclosure, i am mormon. my religion is not a cult and i will not interact with anyone who believes such. i do not need to be argued out of my religion. however i love talking about it! it brings me a lot of joy! it's a special interest in fact! i can be trusted to talk abt my personal theology :3 come closer :3 (i also hc a lot of characters as mormon, and have a yttd mormon au! lol)

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keep in mind that i’m fictionkin of sanya kazarina, sunny omori, sora sdra2, sara chidouin, jay merrick, and hajime hinata! this effects the way i participate in fandom and view popular ships/theories/etc. if any of my behavior regarding one of these sources or characters seems weird, me being fictionkin is probably why. [i’m always down to talk to sourcemates 👀]

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Cringetober day 2

It's just dirt guys don't worry

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[probablydinosaurs]

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[screampied]

✩ㅤ cw. fem! reader, unprotected, established relationship, vırgin nanami, cowgirl, praise, size kink, premature ejac, mdni.

virgin nanami loses it once you tell him to ditch the condom.

“sweetheart, i—” he’d swallow, choking up on his words once cool air settles against his skin. he swallows, chewing on his bottom lip once he feels a brand new feeling. the rubbery latex wasn’t blocking him anymore, and he groans once his swollen tip smears up against your entrance. soaked, he grows quiet once he looks down to see your dripping pussy hovering over his reddened frenulum that’s tearing up with glossed pre-cum. “god, ‘s warm,” the blond sucks in a single quickened breath as a curling pout twists against his lips. “a- are you sure?”

“ ‘m sure, baby,” you whisper up against the hot shell of his ear. he’s so warm, his entire body arouse with temperature all because of the sweet sound of your voice. the center of your palm rubs against his cheek and he leans into your touch. metaphoric heart eyes form in his eyes as they dilate, his own thumping heart beating out of his chest. “ ‘s okay, inside.”

“f- fuck,” nanami’s head gradually tosses itself back, and with quick alignment, he’s back inside. he kisses his teeth once he feels the real thing, your silvery walls massaging around him. the glossy sweat that pours onto his skin shines against his body glimmers brightly. he groans, letting off a soft whine once he feels the brief tightness grow snug. “you’re gonna make me—”

and within seconds, he’s cumming, hard. nanami barely even last a second after you take off the rubber, and he’s an entire mess. with a firm grasp, he’s reanimating your hips with his hands as you slowly jerk and move. “please,” he gently pierces his teeth into your neck, shivering breath ghosting against your skin. “don’t stop, s- show me how to feel good, please.”

his words were like a broken rough whisper — you pause, staring into his eyes and he’s sincere.

nanami’s heavily panting, beads of sweat racing down each sides of his forehead. fawn kind eyes bore into yours before he glances down at your sprawled out legs. “so pretty,” he hiccups, and even his touch was delicate. he was always gentle, he didn’t want to hurt you. a few thick padded fingers drag and scurry down your hips before his lip quivers. “i- i want you, i want more.”

“so have me then,” you coo against his ear, the tone of your voice more teasing than anything. as your hips start to salaciously rock into him again, you grab onto both of his wrists, trying to guide him. “there we go, ‘ken,” you whisper, and you can hear a bundle of wanton whimpers leave from his lips—never has he had a feeling like this, ever. he was so weak from your touch, your body heat, your taste. as your fingers tenderly brush against his, you make him cling onto your rickety waist. “hold me, like this.”

nanami groans, and he’s still sensitive, very. he just came, ribbons of balmy hot seed shoots deep into you and it’s warm. it makes both of his ears ring and he only wants more, more, more.

“okay,” he replies in a husky voice, and you can see blond shaggy strands of hair glue across his forehead. “o- okay,” he repeats, his tone dropping a bit lower. the bed mercilessly creaks as your rocking accelerates, his bulbous tip jabbing around every part of your cunt. once you show him how to touch you, he just can’t keep his hands off of you. “i dreamt about this for so long, sweetheart,” and he watches your pretty lips contort into an amused simper. “s- sorry, is that too dirty?”

“it’s fine baby,” you plant a kiss near the inside of his neck. a long breath gets caught in his throat. he’s about to say something else but he pauses, pouting deeply. cute, he’s embarrassed. nanami’s cock continues to rummage through your doughy insides, so much pressure that you feel it everywhere. your sappy folds squelch within each solid thrust before your arms wrap around his broad shoulders. “you dream about me?”

“sometimes, yeah,” he huffs, and the irregular unkempt thrusts slowly transform into pure blissful sync. nanami looks so pretty, he’s losing the more you bounce on his cock. so good, his jaw tightens and he’s feeling every vein in his body prod. you were starting to grow dumb as each second past and your moans only grew louder right with him. nanami’s head buries itself into your neck before he lefts off a frustrated whine. “it’s hard not to when you’re so pretty,” and his voice cracks at the end. you feel the tip of his tongue swirl around near your collarbone and you gasp. “god, you’re even prettier inside t- too.”

“yeah?” you whisper, creating a trail of sloppy kisses down the slip of his exposed neck. he’s moaning more at your touch. you feel his beefy thigh start to bounce before his palm squeezes against your bare ass. “you gonna cum for me again, kento? ‘s okay, be a good boy ‘n make a mess for me.”

a sheepish smile stretches against his lips, though instead of sheepish smile—it’s more of a pussy drunk one.

as you stare at him, his dimples poke against both sides of his cheeks and he’s getting lost into the way your hips twirl around him. “your good boy, mhm. all yours, ‘m gonna cum a- again,” and his voice lowers significantly. your clit’s profusely getting thwacked and mashed up against his fattened tip and it’s so appetizing. with nanami’s soft mousy eyes flicking backward until it’s nothing but pure white in his sockets, he gives your ass a soft spank. “k- keep riding me like that ‘n i’m gonna fall in love.”

and it’s right as he said that — he came again.

this time it’s a lot more. it’s thicker and languidly, you feel it spew out in velvety strips. his entire base was flaccid and he’s just idle inside of you. nanami’s whimpering underneath you as his legs finally collapse. you watch him fall back against the cushioned pillows and he’s so flustered. “mhh,” he grouses as multiple jittery pants leave from his lips. nanami wraps strong burly arms around you, holding you close. “stay,” he rasps, still hearing the sloshes of his dribbling cum trickle in and out of you. he’s shivering, his teeth shattering and he’s never felt more sensitive. he’s definitely in love.

“okay,” you nod, feeling him hide his head into the crook of your neck again. he’s so clingy—but you didn’t mind, and his warm breath tickles against your skin. you get a brief scent of his rich cologne scent that drives forevermore drove you weak. sitting up to press a chaste kiss against his twitching ruby lips, you whisper shakily. “good boy.”

and nanami’s eyes were so half lidded, your praises—he couldn’t get enough of them. seconds later and he’s still pouring into you deep, painting your gummy walls with his pristine-white color. with droopy eyes and flapping long lashes taking in your beauty, nanami whines. “more, don’t stop fucking me,” and you let off a gasp once he suddenly lifts you off his lap, lying you flat on your back. you land with a soft ‘oof’ before he spreads your legs, gazing at the satiny masses of cum that race down the crevices of your thighs.

“please,” and you moan once he drags his tongue up your legs, stopping towards your puffy clit. “teach me h- how to eat this,” and his eyes rove towards your slobbering cunt. you feel butterflies build up in your tummy before nanami’s quite literally drooling right before you. not only was he probably in love, he was also hungry.

“please mistress.”

[stormy-writer]

Hey gorg! I've seen some of your works and your comments, I think we are into simialr things. Do you mind critiquing some of my writings I posted, they're kind of fucked, but I think you'll be entertained.

I'd love to! Thank you so much for asking.

“Copacetic”

It all really depends on what you want the writing to convey. If you want it to be a script or play, then it has to have less descriptions and emotion, more basic understanding. Take this one line for example. “Thalia swerves her curves over, and is now laying on her back and facing the ceiling, clearly exhausted herself.” This is a bit too descriptive for a screenwrite, so I suggest something more along the lines of “Thalia rolled over in bed, now laying on her back. She was clearly tired as well.”

Little tip 1: Using too many words that aren't part of the description (and, but, the, a, etc.) can really kill the pacing. Also, look out for run-on sentences! Those commas might look good now, but separating those thoughts with a period can be better for your writing in the long-term.

If you're going for a story mimicking a screenwrite, then go to town with those descriptions. Use epithets, nicknames, tell the smallest of tales with the eyes, little twitches, and anything in between. “Thalia swerves her curves over, and is now laying on her back and facing the ceiling, clearly exhausted herself,” can be to little of a description. It's a bit unclear as to what exactly she's doing, and the readers will have a hard time staying focused. Here's an example of what could be done. “Thalia lazily rolled into her back, arm draped across the plush sheets as she faced the ceiling. Her languid movements showed how exhausted she really was.” Of course, this is just an example. If you want to make it more romantic, I'm, unfortunately, not the one to come to. Romantic writings are not my forte, as I opt for more cutesy or basic writing.

Little tip 2: Repetition can be good in some scenarios, but it can also cheapen your words. The more of something you have, the less valuable it is.

Personally, I'm not too sure if what certain phrases like “reak of guilt” or “dizzy jiggaboo” mean, and I don't think that most readers know either. Besides that, the dialogue seems a bit forced, and there is not much need for so many expletives. Even if a person curses frequently, they just throw curses around casually as if they were normal words. I personally don't know Spanish, but I feel that I didn't really need to. The emotion poured into your words was easily understood. As a writer/editor, I see that this writing can go either way. It's like a raw diamond. It's uncut and strange, and doesn't look too pretty. But you can see its value. Its potential. It just needs to be refined. As a normal person, are you okay? Writing can be therapeutic, but it's always good to talk to someone.

Little tip 3: When going back to edit or fix my work, I have a rule of thumb. “Never edit, always rewrite.” Instead of changing specific words and phrases, it's better to create a new line below the work/paragraph, and start over. It'll give you a new perspective as well as forcing your mind to rediscover new ways to write.

TL;DR for Copacetic: It's wild, it's kinda crazy, and it could use a bit of reworking. But the potential is there.

“There’s Slaves Under The Rio”

This one I kinda thumbed through, but I read the first few short stories entirely. All I can say is: what on earth? For critique, I will give you this. There's a lot of repetition and run-on sentences, and you seem to struggle with that. It's a normal thing to struggle with. I suggest using more periods in place of commas. In fact, as a little writing challenge, take something you've written and replace all the commas with periods. Then read through it and use as little commas as possible to replace some of the periods.

This isn't something I'd read normally, but it's given me some perspective and insights. It is a bit too mature for my tastes, but I enjoyed it in a sense. In all seriousness, if you need to talk to someone, anyone at all, you could go to a professional, or you could message me. This seems like something born from a bad experience or bad thoughts. No judgement here, just something I noticed.

Little tip 4: I didn't understand a lot of the terms used in this, and most readers won't either. As I said for Copacetic. Using synonyms or more direct words and epithets could really elevate your writing.

TL;DR for There's Slaves Under The Rio: Try and focus your narrative, try a little challenge, and don't use so many run-on sentences.

“The Man Who Killed BABY”

Just the title alone scared me. But the writing? I… I'm honestly damn near speechless. It's like a fever dream or a trip. I'm still reeling from it. I have little to no tips for this, as I can't understand it. Please, don't take this to heart. Your writing is improving, and I'm impressed with how much growth you've had. Copacetic shows how much you've improved. I hope you keep learning and growing in your skill, and I hope nobody can take you down from that track.

I got a little off topic there, but my main point is just keep learning.

Little tip 5: Writing challenges, as well as writing prompts, are a good way to test yourself and workout those writing muscles.

TL;DR for The Man Who Killed BABY: You've grown a lot in your writing, and this piece shows your starting point. Keep moving, keep learning, and try some challenging things.

”The Nun Who Has Sex”

The title startled me, much like the last one, but the writing was much different. Very poetic, and easy to understand. You can just tell it holds some deeper meanings, and the emotions are very raw. I'm impressed. Other than one or two spelling and capitalization mistakes, there's nothing wrong with this but the title.

Little tip 6: Write what you want to. Whatever style or genre you want to write, write it. Screenplays, poems, stories, whatever. Write what you want to, from one writer to another.

TL;DR for The Nun Who Has Sex: The title isn't very fitting, but it's a wonderful piece. I'm impressed with your poetry talents.

This is all of the writings I found on your account, and I did my best! In general, you need to work on sentence format, wording, and focusing your stories. Please remember, this is not a personal attack or insult. Just some advice and tips. Again, thank you so much for asking! I'm glad to review, critique, edit, and more.

I've never really answered an ask, so I don't know if it notifies the asker. So, just in case it doesn't, I'll tag them. @vestah thank you for asking. <3

[coffee-and-geto]

waxing time with your boyfriend. ryomen sukuna (sfw)

cw: fluff, crack, sukuna is too confident.

After yet another groan of pain, you rip off the strip of hard wax from your inner thigh. “Fuck…” you curse.

The wax has gripped all your hairs well, and you raise an amused eyebrow, holding the strip up to the light to observe the satisfying bulb pulled out from the root. Waxing has always been a monthly routine for you, a way to maintain your body to feel good with smooth, soft skin — and not to please your boyfriend who clearly doesn't care about your body hair.

And you thank him for that.

Sukuna is not the kind of boyfriend who complains or cares about your appearance. While many partners refuse to have sex with their girlfriends over body hair, knowing that Sukuna is not one of them soothes your nerves when his angry/irritated side shows. You even accept closing your eyes when he yells from the other end of the apartment that he's hungry and wants his “woman” to make him some food.

With a smirk, you stir a wooden stick to mix and then take some more wax from your wax warmer. The next strip is inevitably painful, located along the bikini line. The particularly sensitive and thin skin around this area never fails to elicit a squeal of pain when you rip the hairs from this spot.

And that’s exactly what happens.

Your sharp cry of pain catches the attention of your boyfriend, who stomps into the room, growling. He leans against the doorway and crosses his tattooed arms over his chest. “What is it now, woman?”

“I rustle up a magic potion,” you reply tartly.

Without leaving the room once, you finish waxing your bikini line, one hand armed with a cold compress pressed against the irritated, slightly reddened areas.

Sukuna steps over the distance between you and lowers his nose towards your wax warmer to sniffle it. “This is really a stupid thing humans have invented.” He rolls his eyes.

“Well, this ‘thing’ hurts a lot,” you clarify, hopping in place because the irritation annoys you, and the best way you’ve found to cope is to hop around to distract yourself.

“Pfff. You’re just an overdramatic crybaby. It can’t hurt that much.”

Your eye twitches and a vein bulges on your temple. “Oh yeah?”

A few minutes later...

“THIS IS SORCERY! GET IT OFF ME!” Sukuna yells, one foot propped on the edge of the bed with a long pink wax strip along his hairy calf.

On your side, you’ve been laughing uncontrollably for a good five minutes, tears in your eyes and your stomach almost painfully contracted from laughing.

“STOP LAUGHING, WOMAN! I’LL KILL YOU!”

And as you’re about to pull the wax strip, you grip the lip with your fingertips to yank it off sharply.

Sukuna lets out a scream as high-pitched as a little girl’s or a bat’s while your even louder laughter echoes in the room.

[cybermindz]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ contains. nsfw, explicit : fem! reader, size difference, big beefy man mmmngh (⸝⸝⸝╸﹏╺⸝⸝⸝)♡, oral (m! receiving), gagging, praise, throat bulge, throat fùcking. wc : 400+

thinking about big beefy boyfriend sukuna, shiu, or toji who straddles your neck while you’re laying down on your back.

his chiseled body hunched over your small head as he shallowly thrusts his hard, throbbing cock into your mouth—thunder thighs on either side of your ears. one of his veiny hands on the crown of your head to hold you in place whilst the other grips the pillow into a tight fist you’re rested on to refrain his desires from plowing into the wet tight cavern.

the muscles on his stomach flexes every so often before your eyes—it’s all you can perceive in this obstructing position every time you bob your jaw to take him fully, forehead brushing against his abdomen. he’s all but hissing and grunting when you gag around him. and as soon as his flushed tip gets the pleasure of hitting the back of your throat he’s pushing deeper and deeper until your neck is bulging and you’re tapping at his calves weakly. his restraint of being gentle flying out the window. obscene wet sounds of him fucking your throat, sputtering and whining coming from your full mouth are the only noises filling the room soon after. it’s messy, it’s nasty, but you both can’t seem to care. the outline of his thick length continuously disappearing and appearing at the front of your neck as he ruts himself again and again, heavy balls slapping against your chin.

‘plap!’ after ‘plap!’ after ‘plap!’

“thaaaat’s it, good girl- taking me so fuckin’ deep.” he’d make sure to praise you in his low gruff voice to ease you from the struggle, you’re writhing underneath him—crying, unable to breathe. but you can’t deny the way his voice and behavior makes flashes of white hot pleasure shoot straight to your aching core.

then sitting back on his haunches in gratification to give you some breathing room, his weight going onto your shoulders as he reaches behind him to cup your pussy in his palm—leaking from the rough treatment all the while you continue to chase his length with your plump lips, head tipping forward. not even caring for the sore or rawness of your throat, drool seeping from the corners of your mouth, eyes glazed over with need—eager to please him. utterly cock-drunk. and he can’t help but feel a sense of pride swelling in his chest whilst you work him over until he cums, stifling a deep growl as he peers down at you from up top with a cheshire-like grin, his sweet little slut.

© 𝐂𝐘𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐙 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃. please do not plagiarize, translate, or repost any of my works.

[haenxn]

⠀⠀⠀more than a dream⠀ྀ ꯳⃘꤫⃛͡. ⠀⠀͏͏͏⑮ ⠀현실감 없는 fantasy, oh, yeah ❤︎ᰯ ᭢˚̣̣̣͙͏

[nottswitch]

[ have you been naughty this year? have you been nice? that’s for you to know and for me to wonder. put yourself on a list and grab a delightful present filled with the festive spirit, warmth and spice! ]

18+ mdni, no taglist

— the nice list ♡ ⛧ the naughty list —

winter blues (1/12) ───────────────

theo nott x reader. winter begins, and so do the winter blues. your boyfriend helps you through the melancholy in the best way possible.

2k / established relationship, oral (f receiving), body worship, nipple play, praise.

─────────────── (5/12) burning up

mattheo riddle x reader. quidditch is a sport that demands strength and stamina, resulting in physical exertion. exertion equals releasing disproportionate amounts of warmth, which, as it turns out, feels better shared.

3.1k / enemies to lovers, rough p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, semi-public sex, spanking, choking, degrading, hair grabbing.

sticky & sweet (8/12) ─────────────

bsf!fred weasley x reader. during your trip to hogsmeade, you decide to pop into the famous honeydukes for some sweets. who would’ve guessed that your friend would find the sight of you with a lollipop so enticing?

1.5k / friendship without boundaries, oral (m receiving), semi-public sex, praise, slight gagging, candy play.

─────────── (10/12) santa’s little helper

brother’s bsf!lorenzo berkshire x nott!reader. it only takes one right wrong person and one right door to realize why you should stop the habit of changing in your brother’s dorm.

2.4k / brother’s bsf, voyerism, rough p in v, unprotected sex, spanking, choking with a belt, restraining, degrading.

closer (13/12) ─────────────────

mattheo riddle x reader. your boyfriend’s return from one of the meetings with his father is always a gamble, a shot it the dark. this time, he simply needs you close.

1.8k / established relationship, fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, body worship, cockwarming, praise.

─────────────── (15/12) look at you

toxic!theo nott x reader. you always tell your boyfriend everything that’s going on in your life, except this time you might’ve failed to mention just what kind of outfit you were going to wear to your performance at the yule ball.

2.2k / toxic established relationship, jealousy, rough anal, unprotected sex, creampie, mirror sex, spanking, degrading, denied orgasm.

no place like home (25/12) ───────────

mattheo riddle x reader. in the midst of the second wizarding war, you have to go into hiding at mattheo’s insistence – he knows his father will be looking for you. however, on christmas eve he pays you an unexpected yet very welcome visit.

1.6k / established relationship, p in v, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, creampie, nipple play, praise.

──────────(01/01) a threat and a promise

theo nott x reader. they say that the way you spend the new year’s night is the way you’re going to spend the whole year. you never took this expression to heart until now.

2.1k / enemies to lovers, fingering, rough p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, semi-public sex, degrading/praise.