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Showerhead 2 | mattheo riddle

pt. 2 — you can find pt. 1 here

summary: after you and mattheo had some fun in the shower, you two can‘t stop thinking about each other and that night. But who gives in first to sin again after a little jealousy?

words: 5,1k

warnings: heavy dirty talk again, cursing, making out, dry humping, teasing, controlling, praising, bj, unprotected p in v, shower, swallowing, legilimency (mind reading),

note: you don‘t have to read part 1 for this part but have fun if you want to

— in the great hall —

After that night in the shower 2 weeks ago, I couldn‘t stop thinking about it. I dreamed about it in my sleep, daydreamed about it in class and lunch while Hermione talked about some book we needed to read to understand everything in potions.

I hated it but everytime we crossed paths, he winked at me and I couldn't help myself but start blushing. As soon as I saw his face, I saw it between my legs.

"Y/n? Are you even listening?" Hermione says and shakes me a litte at my shoulder. "What? Yeah yeah of course, I'm gonna read it." They all look at each other before their eyes are on me again. "We were actually talking about how Cormac seems to have quite interest in you." Harry then continues.

I start laughing loud, looking at them as If each of them has 3 heads." What the hell are you talking about?" "Told ya she's not listening.." Ron says, raising his eyebrows as he bites into his toast.

"I thought he‘s interested in Hermione?" I ask as my laughter calms down a bit. "Harry heard him talking about how he would - well.. do certain things to you." My amused face turns into a disgusting one as I hear what Ron says.

"Yeah and guess who‘s got an invention to Slughorn‘s dinner?" Hermione says with raised eyebrows.

Ron looks at her shoked. "What?? That prick got one and I didn‘t?"

"Oh god no.." a few days ago Harry, Hermione and myself got an invention to tonights Slughorn‘s dinner for his favorite students. ".. but wait, how do you know who‘s coming?" I ask her. "I just asked him after the last lesson of potions. It‘s Neville, Ginny, Blaise Zabini, Mattheo Riddle, Corma –" "Mattheo Riddle?" I ask her shocked, looking at her with wide eyes.

I would see him again? Like.. this close and with people around us? My mind is racing as Hermione answers. "Yeah well, you know he‘s really smart and good in potions." "And he has an interest in special students and Mattheo is.. well – special." Harry comments.

Ron snorts and talks with a full mouth. "Mh yeaw hiff fatha was "speschal".

Hermione rolls his eyes at his full mouth and looks at me again. "Why are you so suprised by his name?" she asks me a little suspicious. " oh uh- just suprised, i always thought Mattheo is uh - not interested in things like that."

"Why would chou think about wat Mattheo is-" "Ron just eat and shut up!" I snap at him making the other two widen their eyes a bit.

I collect my things and stand up from the table. "I‘m gonna go to.. god i don‘t know I‘m gonna go." I say, walking off before they can answer. Because it‘s the weekend I luckily don‘t have classes today. I don‘t think I could concentrate in one of them after the information I just got. God why him? Why me? Maybe I can say I feel sick.. no he would know. I can‘t back down.

I walk down a hall, not thinking where I am going and suddenly crash into something hard but not as hard as a wall. My book and writing stuff falls to the ground and I look up, staring right into the face of Mattheo.

My brain went blank in this monent. "What princess? Aren‘t you happy to see me?" he grins down at me before he gets down and picks up my stuff. "Hm I remember a similar moment, same position." He smiles even more when he sees my red cheeks and not talking mouth. As he gives me my stuff he presses his mouth to my ear and whispers "I‘m looking forward to tonight" And with that, he‘s gone.

I‘m so fucked.

— at the evening —

" Do you know what you‘re wearing?" I ask Hermione while I put on some makeup. I hear her sigh and she goes "yeah I have this one dress I really like. What about you?" I shake my head as I search for my lipliner. " Not really, but I have enough dresses so I‘ll find something." Hermione laughs at my comment as she pulls out her dress and changes into it.

After I‘m done with my makeup and hair, I walk over to my closet, looking for a nice dress.

"What about this one? It would fit perfectly for the occasion." She says as she pulls out a dress of mine. It is long and black, with cute little arms on it. "It‘s pretty but I want something.. else." As i go trough my clothes I think about Mattheo again and what would impress him. God I need to stop it.

"Well what are you looking for?" "Hmm something likeee.. this." It‘s perfect. It‘s short but not too short, i know it sits beautifully on me and.. it‘s green.

(imagine something like this but in some green tone and longer so it‘s more school approved)

Hermione raises her eyebrows and looks at me. "Are you sure? Isn‘t it a little too.. party?" I love her for how she always chose her words wisely and with a knowledge for not hurting and judging people. I know what she meant but she would never think about judging me. Even when I put my clothes on she wouldn‘t pick, she makes me feel great in them.

"Yeah, I‘m sure." I smile, putting it on. When I look into the mirror I smile even more, thinking about how Mattheo will react seeing me in it.

As the time comes we take our purses and walk outside our dorms, meeting Harry and Ron in the common room. "You both look great." Harry tells us like the gentlemen he is but Ron just scans me like a little hater and looks at me. "Isn‘t that a little too flashy?" "Ron!" Hermione hits him on the shoulder.

"Don‘t be mad at what you can‘t have Ronald." I say grinning and winking at him before I link my arm into Harry‘s with Hermione doing the same on his right side.

We walked through Hogwarts, towards the dinner and the closer we got the more my heart started beating as If I‘m running a marathon.

I open the door in front of us after taking one last deep breath and walk inside with my two friends.

Everyone was already there, seated perfectly. "Oh hello you three! I‘m so glad you made it. Please choose a seat and get comfortable." Professor Slughorn greets us. I always liked him, even tho many say he‘s a little weird sometimes but I think thats exactly what I do like about him.

As I walk towards an empty seat, I scan the table, looking at Mattheo when I found him but his eyes were already on my dress.

Quickly I look away, seeing that Cormacs eyes were on me too which made me gag a little.

But god Mattheo looks so good. He wears a simple white shirt with a black tie and black slacks. Damn what I would give to ride his thigh in these – "Y/n you‘re staring." Hermione whispers into my ear, making me realise i stared right at Mattheo, but to my suprise he‘s still looking, not breaking eye contact for a second.

I gulp and look away, feeling my cheeks getting warm. God I hate it so much what kind of affect he has on me. I can‘t be the only one..

Wait. I‘m a woman. I can definitely tease him and make him feel the same.

The dinner goes on, nothing special besides Ginny who came in crying. Definitely have to ask her with Hermione about that later in detail.

As desert comes I look around the table, meeting Cormacs eyes. He licks of some ice cream from his fingers and wiggles his eybrows at me. Oh god I think I‘m gonna throw up.

As soon as I can I look away to Mattheo who was giving Cormac one of his death stares. Interesting.

I don‘t really know why i think it‘s a good idea but i do think it is. So I lean back a little, presenting the low cut at the front of my chest. I see Mattheo‘s eyes flicker to my chest and so do Cormac‘s but Mattheo‘s eyes switch back really fast to Cormac and give him a second glare. Really interesting.

I smile triumphal and lean a bit forwards again, pressing my boobs together this time. Instantly I get a headache but a really intense one. I hiss in pain which makes Harry look at me worried. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah I just got an really bad headache.“ i whisper back, wondering what it caused.

Soon the dinner was over and everyone thanked Slughorn for the invitation. "I‘ll stay and try to figure out what that missing memory of Slughorn‘s is." Harry whispers to us before staying behind.

My headache got a bit better but It still didn‘t go away. As we walked trough the door I said to Hermione and Ginny "You guys go to the common room, I‘ll follow. I just wanna get some advil from Miss Pomfrey.“ They nod and tell me that they will go into Ginny‘s room to talk more privately.

It‘s already late and a bit after curfew but Professor Slughorn told us he made sure we would get in no trouble If someone sees us.

I rub my head slighty, trying to ease the pain on my way but nothing helped.

Then, out if nowhere a hand slaps over my mouth and a arm wraps around me, pressing me against a body. I scream into the hand, trying to get myself free until I see who the hand and arm belongs to.

"You didn‘t think I would let you go off that easily in that little dress of yours huh?“ Mattheo breathes against my face as it was only a few inches away from mine.

He slowly takes his hand away from my mouth, letting me speak. "What do you mean?" I ask and try the innocent act but he doesn‘t buy it.

"Oh princess, princess, princess. You can‘t fool me. I know that you wore this excuse of an dress for me. Fuck and also in my house color's? That‘s no fucking coincidence."

I gulp at his words and the fact that he knows who I wore it for. There‘s not even a single chance for me to lie. "And what If I did wore it for someone else?" Only one way and that‘s to push his last buttons. Oh how I wanted to push that buttons until –

"Someone else, yeah? Then who was it for?" "Cormac." As soon as his name left my mouth I regretted it. I see his jaw clenching and his grin fading. "Cormac yeah? So you didn‘t thought about me the whole dinner?" I slowly shake my head no, not daring to move now.

"So you‘re wet for him right now? Not me?" "What? I‘m not–" but as soon as I move my legs I feel it too. Shit. When I only look up at him his grin comes back.

"Yeah that‘s what I thought.. so why don‘t we skip this bullshit and you come with me?" Before I can even answer him, he takes my hand and pulls me trough the corridors, towards the Slytherin common room. " Mattheo I can't-" "Shut up." he hisses and whispers something under his breath so the doors to his common room would open.

"Can't fucking believe you pulled such a show in front of that stupid dick." he growled quietly before we reach his dorm. I start smiling as I see he's getting mad at the fact that Cormac saw me in that dress. "T'fuck you smiling about huh?"

As we enter his room I notice that there is only one bed which makes me wonder. "Don't you have a roommate?" "No, I have my own room." I scoff at his answer and look around his room. It has a big bed beside the window of the room and a little nightstand beside it. On the other side of the room is a big couch and a armchair.

But before I could think about it any further, he pulls me into his lap, face towards his, after he sat down on the armchair. "You know, you could have just told me If you missed me princess. Didn't need to dress all up for me." He puts his hands on my hips, grabbing them tightly.

I roll my eyes at him and act as If I didn't already enjoy his touch. "Didn't miss you." I say, looking away from him. He chuckles and pulls my face back to his with his fingers on my chin. "Are you sure?" I only nod and look into his brown eyes. They look so dark without any light in the room, that they send even more shivers down my spine than usual.

"Is your head better? Still in any pain?" he asks me grinning. "Yeah they-" wait. I never told him about my headache. Or could he hear when I told Hermione and Ginny? Or when Harry asked me at dinner?

His hands slowly wander down to my tights were my dress slowly rose up and placed them there, squeezing my flesh lightly. I felt his breath on my neck, giving me goosebumps. "It's gotten better, right?" he asks again. His lips ghosted over my skin, making me bite my lip.

"How do you know?" I ask him in a whisper. "I know everything that goes through your pretty little mind baby."

I tried to figure out what he meant by that but I couldn't concentrate with his hands on my skin and his lips almost against my neck. I need him so much.

"What baby, can't concentrate? Too much for you already?" he coos and finally kisses my neck, nibbling on the skin between his lips.

I can't believe how easy he gets under my skin with his kisses and whispers, not even doing anything. " I know you dreamed about me these last two weeks, thought about me at every chance you got. In class, in the shower, wishing it was me who touched you." he groaned against my throat.

My eyebrows squeeze together at his words. " How would you know that?" "Did you never wonder why your head always hurted at the same times?" I gasp and pull my neck away from him. " Are you reading my mind?" my eyes go wide as he just smiles at me sheepishly. Oh my god, no. This can't be. He's not allowed to know all these private thoughts.

"You don't know how hard it was for me to stay away and wait until you would come back to me but you little minx didn't and after tonight.. I couldn't just let you slip away from me again."

"Y-you can't do that Mattheo. That's not allowed. These are my thoughts." "I know baby but I couldn't help myself after that night in the shower. You were like a dream coming true so submissive and responsive to me. Fuck I'm already getting hard just thinking about it. But you understand I didn't have a chance, right? I couldn't risk you thinking about someone else then me."

He slowly pulled my dress up, exposing my tights and underwear. "God are you for real? Did you plan this?" he groans as he sees my matching set, a dark green lingerie set.

He pulls me closer to him, looking deep into my eyes.

"Ride my thigh." he commands and puts his hands back on my hips. "What?" I ask, looking at him dumbfounded. " It's my thigh or nothing. I'm not helping you getting off this time." I look at him with my mouth hanging open in shock. How could he be so cruel?

"C'mon, ride it baby I know you thought about it at dinner." My cheeks got red as he mentioned that. He dips his head towards my neck again and starts covering it in wet kisses. "Don't test my patience, love." he whispers and tightens his grip on my hips, moving them slowly. I gasp at the sudden friction.

"Feels good, right?" I only nod, closing my eyes as I start to move my hips in circles against his thigh. I feel so dirty doing this but at the same time it feels so good to finally get the friction I needed the last weeks again.

I feel my clit rubbing against my underwear, making me whimper and move my hips faster. "Fuck, look at you. I thought you were desperate back in the shower but now you're just getting yourself off on my thigh like a dirty little whore." I moaned at his words combined with his kisses on my skin. His lips went lower, first towards my collarbones, then further down to my chest.

I feel one hand of him wander to my underwear and pushing it to the side so my bare pussy rubbed against the material of his pants. I whine at the feeling, my hands grabbing his broad shoulders. " Oh my god. I'm so close Mattheo." He laughs wickedly against my chest, pushing down my dress so it hangs at the middle of my body. His mouth wanders to my bra, unclasping it with one hand behind my back.

"You're so beautiful baby, never ever am I waiting two weeks again for that." he growls and starts massaging my boobs and playing with my sensitive nipples.

I arch my back, shivers run down my spine at his touch. The grinding get's more and more intense. "Feel this?" he asks as he takes my hand and puts it on his bulge. "It's just for you." I bite my lip and look down at my hand. It looks so painful that I start massaging it through his pants. He bucks his hips up into my touch, his breathing getting heavier.

While still riding his thigh, I open his pants and push them down together with his boxershorts. His already fully hard cock slaps against his stomach before I take him into my hand. I spread the pre-cum over his tip with my thumb and start moving my hand up and down. "Shit princess.." he hisses, thrusting his hips up into my hand.

"I'm so close Mattheo.." I whine as I almost start rutting my hips against him. "Come on my leg baby, do it." he groans, lips apart.

I let go of his cock for a moment to dig my nails into his shoulders for support as I press my throbbing clit harder against him. He takes his cock into his hand and jerks himself off as he watches me panting and moaning.

With a deep twisting feeling in my stomach I come all over his thigh, riding out my orgasm.

"So good for me, look at how much you came." he says and I look down at his pants, a big wet spot on them now. My legs still shake from my high and I look up at him again.

Mattheo's POV:

Fuck. I don't know what it is but I have a feeling that this girl is going to be the death of me. With hooded eyes she looks up at me and almost get's me to cum in my own hand just from her eyes looking into mine. She had such a chokehold on me, but I will never admit that to her.

I smile down at her before I speak "already fucked out again and I didn't even touched you." The same thing I told her two weeks ago after I've eaten her pussy and she came after 3 minutes.

"Fuck off." she mumbles and falls slightly against my chest. "As much as I enjoy this closeness baby.." I start, nodding towards my rock hard cock, laying against my stomach.

I push a strand of hair behind her ear and whisper into it. " Suck on it." Her eyes go wide and she looks down on me with those innocent eyes again. " Don't tell me you never sucked cock with those pretty lips." I say, looking at her plump lips, almost begging to be fucked.

She rolls her eyes at me again, making me want to choke her until she stops. " I have." Her answer makes my clench my jaw, wishing she would've just said she didn't.

I pushed her down in front of my legs. I grab a pillow from the couch beside us and put it under her knees, making her grin. " Don't tell me you suddenly care for me Matty?" Now I am the one who rolls his eyes.

I grab her pretty hair into a ponytail and push her towards my cock. She takes it into her hand and starts to lick off the pre-cum from my tip. A moment later she starts sucking on my tip, making me smile. I have a feeling this is going to be good.

I hiss as her wet lips and warm mouth take more of my cock into her mouth. I close my eyes and let my head hang backwards. " Come on y/n, show me what you got."

Suddenly she takes me all the way down her throat, my eyes almost bulging out of my head and my mouth falling open. "Oh fuck, yeah!" I groan, gritting my teeth together. I swear I could feel her smile around me.

She bobs her head up and down in a fast pace, making me moan and groan like a little bitch. Fuck, what is it with this girl?

I feel my tip hitting the back of her throat. " Oh Shit." I lift my head up to look down at her. Her eyes are teary and her hands support herself on my tights. I start grinning, wishing I could take a picture of her pretty mouth around me.

Her throat clenches around me so delicious I almost came. "Hmm baby, you know how to suck cock. Gonna give you that." I pant.

One of her hands go down to my balls, massaging them. " Oh - " I throw my head back again, feeling something in my lower stomach. My hips buck up and I hear her gag, only getting me closer to my high. "M' gonna cum down your throat and you'll swallow it, yeah?" I ask her, breathing heavy. It doesn't take me long to cum and fill her mouth. "Fuckkk.." I groan, pushing her down even harder so her nose touches my stomach.

"Swallow it. All of it." I slowly let go of her, but seeing her cough a little only fuels my desire. She opens her mouth after she swallows and shows me that she swallowed every single drop.

"That's a good girl. Now come on.. let's take a shower." I say grinning at her and helping her back up. "Mattheo I don't know If I can walk so far." she sighs as she stands on her still shaky legs.

I kiss the top of her head, something I never do but just feels right with her. " You don't have to. I have my own shower." I pick her up bridal style and carry her towards my bathroom."

Y/n's POV:

As he picks me up to carry me, I feel a few butterfly's in my stomach but I try to suppress them.

He let's me down when we stand under his shower. His clothes hit the floor. "Hot or cold?" he ask, putting his hand on the tap. "Hot." I say and watch his back. Last time I didn't noticed but he has big scars all over his back, some even on his chest. He must see my face cause he asks me "What's wrong?" I shake my head and try to smile.

"Nothing." I see it in his eyes that he doesn't buy my lie but doesn't push me either. As the warm water hits my skin, I sigh in relief. I let my hair get wet and wash off the makeup I had on. While I did so, Mattheo stands right behind me, his hands on my hips, scanning my face.

I open my eyes and see him looking. " What?" I ask grinning. " You're beautiful." I roll my eyes and look away again, trying to hide my blush. "You don't have to try to get into my pants. You already are." He turns me around and holds my face. " Hey.. I really mean it. And not just your body. Your face is prettier than the ones of angels." My eyes widen at his words, not expecting that kind of words from him.

He clears his throat and looks away for a moment himself. That's when I grab his face in both my hands and crash my lips into his. The kiss is hungry, more passionate and different than the last times. More tender.

One of his hands slide up and down my back, while the other lays on my hip. "You make me crazy, princess." he admits, mumbling against my lips. I smile into the kiss. "Don't go soft Mattheo." I say, teasing him.

He starts kissing my neck, but less soft and more aggressively now. "Remember who's in charge here baby. I would choose your words wisely." He lifts me up so I wrap my legs around his waist. "This time I wanna see your face when I fuck you."

He takes his cock into his hand and positions it at my entrance, teasing me with it. „Mattheo come on, fuck me.." i huff out frustrated. "Beg for it, wanna hear you beg again like the last time I fucked you." I roll my eyes at his ego, but still do as he tells me to. "Please, I'm already begging you to fuck me."

Ge grins down at me and slowly pushes inside me, holding eye contact the whole time. His lips part and his eyes get lazy. "Fuck, you feel just as good as the first time I fucked you stupid."

I want to bite back but only bite my lip as he starts thrusting in a fast and hard pace. "What was that? I'm going soft princess?" His grip on my hips gets tighter and he starts kissing my neck up and down. " N-no you're not.." I whimper, closing my eyes and letting my head fall back against the wall.

What was is that he had me under his control so much? Not even a single brain cell told me to not do as he says. I can't with this boy..

His lips work their way up to my ear and he whispers "I'm a man baby, a boy wouldn't fuck you like I do. " Goosebumps erupt over my body and again he's right. " Stop messing around in my head." I growl lightly, supressing a moan in my throat. "You're all mine. I don't give a shit about how you see that, cause I know your body screams for mine every night. And it will never get someone else's. Do you understand?"

He stops kissing my neck and looks at me while thrusting his hips against mine. A shiver run down my spine as I looked into his eyes, but this time not a good one. It was ice cold. I never saw him looking tat serious and cold. Possesive. "Do. You. Under. Stand." he asks me again, deep and hard thrust for every word.

"God yes, Mattheo. I understand!" I cry out as his fingers find their way towards my clit, rubbing it in circles. My nails leave marks all over his back, drawing a little blood.

He starts hissing but laughing at the same time at the pain. He's gonna be the death of me. "No, you're gonna be mine, princess. Do that again with your nails, turns me on." As I don't, he mumbles a quite "okay" and presses me harder against the shower wall, fucking me even deeper and more brutal. My nails find their way back inside his skin and I'm sure If we had been o the bed It would be broken by now.

"When are you gonna learn to not be a little brat, huh?" he asks, a smirk on his face. "I own you now, baby." I let out half a snort half a chuckle. " Do I own you then too?" I ask sarcastically. " You own every inch of me."

My face falls a little at his answer, not expecting it. Did he mean that?But as soon as my thoughts started, I forgot them as he starts to rub my clit even harder, but in a steady rhythm.

"Oh yeah look at that in pleasure twisting face, that's fucking it." he groans, his thrust becoming more erratic. One hand leaves my hip and wraps itself around my throat, squeezing it with the perfect amount of pressure. A broken scream leaves my lips with my eyes rolling back.

"Yeah scream so loud Cormac hears who‘s name you‘re moaning tonight." I press my lips together but he squeezes my throat tighter. My walls clench around him, making him lose his control, eyes rolling back a bit with a smile to it. "I love that pussy so much fuck.I bet he can't fuck you like I can, huh?"

This time my answer comes in a instant. " No- no he can't. I'm so close Mattheo, please." I moan as I feel this deep twisting feeling in my stomach. His lips meet mine, to my surprise. Unlike how he fucks, he kisses me soft and passionate. "Come around me baby.Please fucking come around me." he groans almost desperate.

And just like that I let go and let the feeling of my orgasm overflow me. "Hm shit.. can I come inside you baby?" Mattheo pants against my lips while he looks down between us. I just nod quickly, feeling him coming inside me a few seconds later. "Shit.." a whimper leaves his lips as he fills me up.

My stomach twists again at the sound so I look at him and scan his face for a moment. I think that's the hottest sound my ears ever came across. He looks fucked out too, his eyes heavy.

He slowly pulls out but still holds me. "You make me so addicted." he confesses to me, looking between my eyes and lips. I had to. " So you're going soft now again?" I tease him, out of breath.

He chuckles lowly which ends with me bent over every single surface in his room.

I don't know how long I can survive in that.

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thinking abt being cheols passenger princess rn :p controlling the music and just being cute 😌

I’ve been learning and learning, so sorry that I was literally dead. (due to so much learning I literally have a writing block) this is literally so cute 🥹 let‘s get to it !!

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bf!Cheol who picks you up from work every day. Even if he has work again after, he‘ll always try to come and pick you up. Dropping you off at home, kissing you, and then leaving for work again.

“Hey baby” Seungcheol waved, so you’d see him, standing at the car in that classy outfit that you always loved. “Hey, love” You smiled, feeling your man’s lips press onto your forehead, the second you get close to him, as a greeting. Getting in, you’re ready to tell your lover all about your work day, waiting for him to also talk about his, which sadly wasn’t over yet. So when you feel yourself getting fully caught up in the wholesome conversation, you were already in your driveway. Seeing you sulk, Seungcheol began talking with his signature pout. “Baby don’t look at me like that, y’know I have to leave for work again, but I'll be back soon. And I'll also come with a small surprise.” He kissed you, stroking your cheek, which made you smile at him brightly. “Okaaay, I love you, come back home safe later” You smiled, watching your lover getting into the car again. “I love you, too, baby. And will do” Cheol said, waving you goodbye as he drove off again. And in the evening, when your handsome man rings at the doorbell, you're so happy to finally see him. But the first thing you see isn't him, it's the pretty bouquet of flowers that stand in front of his pretty face. It's the kind of bouquet you talked about to Seungcheol. With a sweet smile and a small kiss, you tell your lover to come inside, praising him for being so attentive.

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bf!Cheol who always has comfy socks or/and shoes in the backseat. So when you come out of the building, fully exhausted and feet hurting from your heels, he‘s quick to hand you everything you need for even just a bit of comfort.

Sighing loudly, you finally rested in the pre-heated seat of your boyfriend’s car. A whine escaping you, as you, softly, 'complained' “My feet hurt soooo bad” , only waiting for Cheol to get your comfortable sneakers out the backseat. “Are your feet cold too?” Seungcheol asked, looking at you as he bent back to grab the shoes. Seeing you nodding with a humming, quietly, he made sure to also grab your fluffy socks. Handing them to you, he paid attention to you putting on your socks. “Need help, dear?” Your lover asked as he still held your shoes, patiently waiting for you to finish putting on your socks. “Mhm, I don't think I'll be able to get my shoe on, it’s too tight in the passenger seat, and I can barely put on my socks already.” You said, laughing. But before your laugh stopped, Cheol already lifted your legs gently over the console and put on your shoes for you.

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bf!Cheol who always lets you control the music. Handing you his phone so you don‘t have to fish yours out and opening the shared playlist that you both always listen to. Every and anywhere.

''You know, when I was at work today, listening to our playlist and this 'songs you might like' thingy, I found a new song. It's really pretty!'' You spoke, happily. Making the man next to you smile. ''Oh, really?'' He said with a small chuckle. ''Do you want to listen to it?'' Cheol asked, ready to get his phone out already. So before you could answer, your boyfriend already handed you his phone. With a quick look at his camera, the phone immediately unlocked. Because, who would've thought, your face was also registered as his face ID. Opening the music app, you searched for the new song you heard today, and began playing it. Listening to it, Seungcheol began speaking, ''It's a really pretty song, my baby, but you do know that you can just connect the phone to the car, then you can enjoy it a bit louder, hm?'' He said, gently as he smiled.

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bf!Cheol who always asks you if you want to go and eat out or if you just want some quick takeaway, in case you’re too exhausted to cook for yourself and him.

''Any ideas on what we could make for dinner today?'' Seungcheol asked as you both were driving home from your exhausting work day. ''Not yet, but I'm also not feeling like cooking today, and I don't want you to cook alone.'' You said, feeling a bit guilty for showing your exhaustive self in front of your also hardworking boyfriend. ''That's totally fine, baby. But if we won't cook today, any ideas on where we could eat out? It's friday, we could go out and have a nice dinner together. We deserve it.'' He chuckled, as his hand found it's way to your thigh. ''I saw a new restaurant that I wanted to try with you, they have a nice wine and also very tasty beer. Would you like to go and check it out today, or will it be our standard restaurant?'' You spoke, your hand sneaking up to rest on his. ''Sure, why don't we try something new today. We can go home first, make the reservation, freshen up a bit and then have a nice dinner together.'' He spoke, happily. Not being able to say no to such a nice plan, you agree to it, already feeling excited. As if it was the first time that you and Seungcheol went out for a date.

[flxrartsstuff]

The upper hand…

Authors note: You thought you could have your fun on top of him and ride him. Well, this is going to be Wilde…especially with Levi 👀

cw: riding, cursing, Levi being Levi, he‘s dominating you because you actually like it, unprotected sex, p in v, cuming undone inside of you

It started all with him under you, the view of you on top of him, bouncing on his cock in a steady rhythm. The bed squeaking with every move and hitting slightly against the wall, while you didn’t have any intention to slow down or even stop. No, of course not. You wanted to chase after your orgasm greedily. That’s why you were here in his room after all. It was truly surprising how much the view of him under you could turn you on that much. His brows were furrowed, eyes half closed. You leaned right above him, so close that your lips almost touched his. Your boths breath clashed together with every pant in an intimate way as none of you were going to slow down. Simple, yet darker growls were escaping his lips while his hands grabbed deeper into the plush of your skin. You cupped his face with both hands, getting closer and closer, sinking deeper in this kind of ecstasy from which you never could get enough of. His cock hitting the perfect little spot inside of you, but suddenly he started to move his hips as well, pistoning himself with more force against you. You gasped surprised as he went even further, rolling to the side together with you, wrinkling all the bedsheets and making a mess as he finally had you lying under him again. Your lips let out a chuckle, but were interrupted brutally as he pressed his on yours, stealing that impatiently kiss from you. It was like he was eating you up, pushing his tongue inside your mouth to tease yours as if he was searching for a treasure in there. You moaned straight against him and as you wanted to grab his face, he immediately grabbed both of your hands, pressing them left and right next to your head, leaving you completely under his mercy, unable to do anything.

»F-fuck-« he cursed urgently, his hips moving in steady motions again. Your legs wrapped both around them, leaving him closer almost glued to your body so you could feel him more intensely. Your pussy fluttered and burned like hell, dripping in their own juices but still arching for release.

»Taking me so well. You know what you’re doing, don’t ya?« Levi growled breathless against your lips, just to capture them again and leaving you speechless. You only whimpered into the kiss as he put more pressure into his hips, letting them roll much deeper against your hips to make you feel every inch of his cock inside of you. Your bodies were melted together, becoming one with every movement.

»Y-yes, oh fuck yes, yes!« your voice getting higher with every hit of his length inside you, making you so desperate for release. Your legs trembled deliciously and everything down below clenched together making you ready for your climax, to end in a satisfying and long condition. And he knew you were close. You little filthy thing wanted to have your fun on him, to get off that easily. But you didn’t made the record with him. As much as he liked your playing, he definitely wouldn’t make it easy for you. He wanted to bring you to every single orgrasm you two were chasing after. This wouldn’t be any different now. Strands of his black hair glued to his forehead because of sweat, single drops rolling down and landing on your skin. His pupils were wide and dark, covered in lust and ecstasy. This was a moment only you were ever allowed to see. The strongest of all, now a man fucking you with every single pore of his being. Your cunt clenched around his cock so good and he couldn’t hold back any loud noises either. His hands were interlocked with yours as he took you even deeper now. But reducing the pace, as if he didn’t want to let you cum that fast. To savor the excitement before the moment of relief would happen. He kissed every single tear that rolled from the side of your eyes.

»You’re a little, desperate mess now, huh? How pathetic for one who fell over me like a kitten.« he growled on your lips, pressing his forehead against yours as if he tried to get even closer to you than he was already. As an answer he only got a nod and more whimpering from you, your eyes half closed as his tip kissed your sweet cervix slowly but eagerly, still teasing you.

»Fuck, Levi.« you blurred out with a louder moan now, almost screaming so the whole room - and even someone in the hallway would hear it if they were passing by. »J-just, just take me-«

»And what exactly do you mean by that? Look at me while speaking. You know how impolite that is?« as if it didn’t happen already, his voice was sending you another wave of shivers all over your body.

»I want y-you to…I-I want to cum, Levi.« what first started as an insecure beg, was now a clear definition of yours. Finding your confidence again, you reached with your lips to his, kissing him with open and hungry mouth. Your both breathes escaped through your noses hastily and since no one wanted to stop that kiss.

»Good girl.« he mumbled between your lips but understandable enough for you, that a slight grin appeared on your face. That’s what you were and always will be: his, only his. When he let go of your hands to cup for face, his hips took pace again and you wrapped your arms around his back, digging your nails into his skin, the faster he went now.

»Yes, oh fuck yes!« your brows furrowed desperately as your mouth let out another wave of words and moans, wanting more and more of him. »Please don’t stop, please!!«

He loved your face right now. Your whole body. Just screaming for release that only he was able to bring you. So many desperate words and pleas were leaving your puffy mouth inhibited now. It was truly pushing his ego and he never thought he would ever find true joy in activities like that. He was able to cut a Titan in two halves but when it came to you, his cock could bury inside of you so deep that he wanted to split your body as well. He was so hard, twitching inside of you getting closer to release. The bedsheets were wrinkled around your bodies, already soaking with your juices and sweat. He would be the one to change them later…again.

»N-not gonna stop now,« he pressed through his teeth. »this is so good, just fucking Perfect.«

»Yes, oh yes - mmh!! - OH!« your back arched in a delicious curve as you pressed your bottom urgently against his groin. Your pussy fluttered, clenched tightly along his hot shaft as he let you cum, while your mouth stood wide open, letting out your desperate little screams and moans. You saw white since your eyes rolled back till the other side of your skull. Skin clapped against skin as he wasn’t able to stop himself anymore. The view of you cuming around his cock let him get off just seconds later. Your warmth welcomed his load of cum right inside you, filled you so much as if it would never be enough. He looked in your eyes as he came, cupped your face and held it in place. Leaving you no chance to look away.

»So fucking beautiful…« a whisper left his lips, breathlessly as he still pumped inside of you now in a more slowly pace. Enjoying the full sensation of you two becoming one and riding out your orgasm as much as you could. His chest was pressed against yours as he let himself fall on top of you, so you could feel his heart heavy beating on your skin. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, whispering little words of affirmation against it and leaving another few kisses and marks on it. You sighed long and relieved, him still being deep inside of you. Your fingers played gently with his black hair, crawling through it in slow motions. He purred like a cat and didn’t have any intentions of getting up that fast. For his circumstances this was a little surprising for you, because time was too rare for the both of you. He wrapped his arms around your body, mumbled a few words, sweet nothings but you were able to understand everything.

»Thought I was going to let you have the upper hand, huh?« a chuckled escaped his lips, vibrating on your skin. »You know this is not gonna happen when you’re here in my room, Y/N…«

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[jyuansgf]

bf!sampo x f!reader. 18+ minors dni. ⌗ pussy eating, cunnilingus, squirting, sampo just being a certified vagena eater i thimk

notes: one am and this thought came to my mind.. i need him so BAD sampo stans i understand you now 🧍🏻‍♀️ hhhheee me when he

sampo would definitely be a GOOD pussy eater. source? me !!! sampo who just can't keep his hands to himself whenever you two hang around, especially if you're wearing his favourite scent of yours. you can't even count how many times how much sampo had made you cum by just using his fingers and his mouth, especially his tongue :( he probably nips on your clit like his life depends on it. breastfeeding? no! he wants your cunt, or maybe both. you don‘t even need to buy those clit sucker toys when he‘s literally right here.. 😞

going out on a date with sampo means a good time for you both ^___^ sampo would ask you to wear short skirts or dresses, you would ask him why and he would only reply ‘for no reason’ you'd say no a few times.. but honestly, who can resist him and the way he begs you please? :(( he would even send you voice messages of him just saying ‘please, please, please, please, please, baby?’ with that stupidly attractive voice of his! how atrocious but you are just as down bad for each other so it's only fair.

he would buy you lots of cute skirts for you to wear—for you to look even more prettier around him, he doesn't mind it when you aren't wearing a skirt whenever you two just hang out in your house, as long as he can push that cute panties of yours aside, he’s fine ^__^ but his favorite is when you two go watch a movie in the cinema (this man is the type to get freaky on cinemas, don't ask me questions) he would definitely finger-fuck you on your seat as you two and the people around you watch! :( pls tell him if you're going to squirt, he's a bit dumb but he knows how to keep it clean :p but don't worry! he'll definitely drag you to the restroom before you go home, he'll make you cum with his tongue and make you squirt as many times as you want ^__^ he'll buy you anything and do everything for you to compensate for your aching thighs and swollen pussy, worth it & the after care is on point.

[anantaru]

okay but. making out with alhaitham in the car.

cw. riding, sloppy make out session, semi public (you’re in a car obviously), modern au, fem! reader

alhaitham downright detests how long it takes for you to drive home.

and the rippling lust for your beauty was settling into his mind and body excessively— specifically his groin that was dwelling with miniature tingles and stings that he knew would slowly but surely turn into something uncontrollable, something— disruptive, if not taken care of.

whatever it may be, it‘s not like alhaitham cannot wait, but this smoldering setting was poles apart from average days where his prickling lust and desires would gravitate in his bones and spread around his entire body and mind.

but he notes that tonight was— outlandishly different.

for some reason simply swallowing down his desires and needs as per usual just wouldn't do it for him.

"you‘re so sweet when you‘re turned on." you pause, alluring a deep gulp of air through your embellished lips, corners plucked in a cheeky grin while he was still in fact, yes, driving.

but alhaitham wondered if he‘d be able to actually find an immediate parking spot where he could park this damn car before something was to happen between you.

"—oh?" he cocks a brow, a drawn out grunt exits his stiffened chest when you idly place your hand on top of his clothed thigh, it makes him relax for the first time during this ride because before that all he could imagine was splitting you in half while pistoling his cock into you in the back seat, more times— yet now, oh now everything was beginning to be set in the right place.

"seems like you have me figured out— for once." and you squeeze his thigh, carefreely blowing down a breathless laugh, polishing your tempting play with a simple kiss on his cheek— this sweet action had him dizzy, out of his mind with his pupils blown out entirely now, but before he can even catch his own breath, you‘re back to making it as difficult as possible.

you grin pettish, finally seeing what your eyes had wanted; because the second your lips touched alhaitham it shook him through his very core and returned to him in a juddering convulsion, holding on his thoughts through a vice like grip, not only that but the buzz got sent straight down to his groin, so much that he caught himself pitch his hips up at nothing but the air.

the following blurred out scenes complete themselves like difficult puzzles finally drawing the true picture— in an uncontrollable phantasm of unlatching the irksome car belt, listlessly sliding to the back seat so you could easily hover over your boyfriends erection.

he‘s huge— itching so badly that alhaitham cannot think straight, and oh well, it wasn‘t possible for you to get or move into another position aside from this particular one— not that you were complaining, that is, something about having your boyfriend at your sight while he chants uncontrollable sobs into your mouth blurred your vision white— because in this squished together setting you were able to observe how his plump lips would silently form into an 'o' like shape while he deliriously groans at each new drag of his cock into your prettiest, softest cunt.

your hands interlock into his lustrous hair to yank him against your lips— you cannot not kiss him, quite frankly, you were starving to have him on your lips and suckle on his tongue while concurrently clashing yourself on him. "how, fuck— fucking much i wanted this." alhaitham circles his fingers around the wet skin on your hips, his tone taunting and seemingly hidden by a deluge of labored breathing.

you adjust and torment yourself on his hips with lowered twitches downward, shamelessly smearing your wetness on his naked lower region. "p.. please—" you wail, then beg.

you're so full but longed for more and it's almost as if you were tortured by how you had already lost your mind from being impaled by his cock, your toes twisting at the bucking warps inside you, "please more!" and again, mimicking a broken record.

your tongue sloppily dances around his own, coursing through the penetrative scent of mint on his lips. you wanted him so bad, though, you had him but you needed more, if he so desired it alhaitham could honestly destroy your insides for all you care.

you knew alhaitham would leave bruises by how alarmingly coated your hips were by his large hands and their stern grip, that you‘d be able to distinguish each creek and curve of his large cock in your rammed pussy, even after he had finished and filled you up, sending your breath into another obscene ensemble of loud hitches.

"aah— curses!" alhaitham squeezes his eyes shut and begins to move you back and forth his cock, desperate and so fervently in tune with you, chasing more biting relief on his swelling erecting while bottoming into you from below, pressing down and down, so your walls were sticking and suckling on his girth, working in tandem with his own strength drifting through you.

"fuck baby!" you had never done this before, fucking in a car out on a random parking lot, and felt a bit dirty.

again— all shamelessly and hot fucking into a closed off parking alley while being too loud for your own good wasn‘t exactly a daily occurance— but you hoped it would become one after this.

"love love you so much!" you kiss alhaitham— strongly and all over his face, plant pecks on his pretty worn out expression and arch your back into his chest.

he likes the view too, but loves you more, the repeated squish of your breasts into him, nosing over his jawline before hiding in his damp neck— leaving it to your sweet and pretty boyfriend alhaitham to bring you towards the edge, urging him to make you feel this sweet sugary pleasure, only he was able to achieve.

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[whimsicalpolitical]

subspace // Matty Healy x Reader

a/n: requests are open ;)

summary: you use your safe word with matty and his attitude changes completely from mean to loving when you go into subspace

content warning: 18+ MDNI, p in v sex, rough sex, overstimulation,Use of safe word, aftercare, babying reader

based on this request

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Matty just came back from tour and he had to have you. Not that it bothered you because when he came back with the mustache you jumped his bones, craving him as much as he did. Craving love.

He was frustrated, almost angry, wanting to take his feelings out on you in some way. He made sure you know your safe word before you started, which meant he would not show any mercy.

He‘s being rough with you, selfishly trying to make you cum for the third time. It’s a blessing of course and some times you’re definitely up for spice in bed but today’s different, today it just hurts.

You’re on the verge of tears. You want to enjoy it, you want to enjoy it so badly, because the first two orgasms were fucking amazing, but your brain is slipping, and everything hurts in a bad way. As he thrusts into you, pain shoots down your thighs.

„Look at you, crying over my cock,“ he groans in your ear, his face being next to yours, not being able to see your facial expressions but hearing you sniffle. „Filthy fucking whore.“

You jerk backwards, away from him, and he tuts, bringing you back to him, his fingers digging into the pillow soft flesh of your hips. “What do you think you’re doing?, you aren’t goin’ anywhere love.“

His hips snap roughly into yours, over and over, again and again. Beads of perspiration start trailing their way down the sides of his face, the tip of his nose. His chest is flushed, red, and also slicked with a thin sheen of sweat.

„Matty, please,“ you’re begging for him to stop but he doesn’t know that. He thinks you’re begging for him to continue, his thumb coming down to rub your clit. You jump, whining at the overstimulation.

„Please? You’re a beg.“ His teeth sink down into your shoulder, trying to keep him from cumming before giving you another orgasm. „Didn’t remember you being so greedy, show some manners.“ He grumbles, his hand giving your thigh a slap. It hurts so bad you jerk away from him again, not pleasing him with your action.

„Now you’re just asking for it,“ he bucks forward into you, eliciting another strangled cry followed by a string of pathetic whimpers.

„Manchester,“ you whisper into his arms but he keeps going, his thumb still on your clit. You think he’s ignoring you, being actually mad at you for something. “Manchester Matty, Manchester .” You scream, trying to push his body away.

His motions come to an immediate stop, his face coming up from your neck, looking into your eyes where he finally finds your exhausted, desperate look.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Matty curses under his breath, pulling out of you. The bed shifts as he rolls off of you, cupping your face in his hands, “love are you alright?”

He pauses for a moment, expecting to get a response from you, at least a blissed out hum. However, when he gets nothing in response, he is instantly worried.

“Shit, darling you with me?” Your eyes are somewhere else but definitely not in the room with you. Matty realizes that you’re in subspace, wanting to get up to pull a shirt over your head, when you grab his hand, too freaked out.

“Matt- m’sorry,” you have his arm in a tight grip, too afraid that he’s gonna leave you alone. “Sorry,” you say again.

“Love, shhhhh,” he quietly responds as he lowers himself back down on to you. You are bsolutely beyond floaty. He wraps himself back around you, keeping one hand one your cheek, to rub soothing circles into it. “Don’t apologize.”

“Take some deep breaths baby, can you do that for me?” You nod one time, somehow not being able to move more. “Good love, breathe in through your nose on 3, then out through your mouth.”

He’s breathing with you a couple of times, knowing that it’s calming your racing heart. “Thank you love, did so good.” He takes your hands in his and gently brings them to his lips.

You’re still not moving, one leg of yours draped over Matty’s thigh to make sure he’s not going to move. Matty of course wants to draw you a bath, clean you and get you dressed but that’s not what you want. Not yet.

“Did I hurt you?” Matty’s voice is calm, but you can hear the concern that laces his tone.

You nod, “a little.” Matty’s head shoots up, his eyes filled with worry, trying to actively see where you’re hurt. “S’ okay Matty-“

“Fuck,” he says, “it’s not, shouldn’t have hurt you love.” He leans his head down to kiss your forehead a couple of times. “I’m so sorry baby.”

You feel yourself drifting back to reality again, Matty’s touch feeling so real. Shame and guilt washing over you as you think about what happened. “I’m sorry.”

“What?” His thumb brushes over your lip, “you did the right thing, no need to apologize, understand?”

The tear that rolls down your cheek is caught by Matty’s thumb, “but I don’t ever want to let you down.”

“Baby,” his arms wrap around your thigh but then he flinches, “can I?” You give him the okay and he lifts you onto his lap.

“You could never ever let me down, ever,” your head falls against his shoulder, not wanting him to see your puffy eyes. “You’re always so good to me, I’m so proud of you.”

You nod against him and then again after he speaks again. “You always have to tell me ‘f I hurt you alright?”

Both of you close your eyes for a couple of minutes, feeling the heaviness float way into thin air as Matty rubs your back and whispers apologies into your ear.

“Let me run you a bath, how’s that sound?” His hands grip your thighs softly, pulling you from his lap so he can stand up. The cold air hits your body, still naked and the blanket only covering your feet.

Matty puts a pair of boxers on before turning to you, meeting your watery eyes. “Baby, I’ve got you.” he says as he moves his thumb to your chin.

“What do you need?” He it’s clear to see that you’re a bit uncomfortable and still shaky from the previous action.

“I love you,” you mumble, not answering his question but your word still comes across as if you only need him to stay.

“I love you too, baby.” Matty pulls away and touches the tip of his nose to yours. “Can you walk to the bathroom?”

You sit up and go to stand, but your legs are shaking, so you grip his arm. He frowns gently, and then asks, “Is it okay if I pick you up?”. Again, all you can do is nod. He carries you into the bathroom, over to the tub, before setting you down on the edge.

Matty turns on the water tap, feeling the tight temperature, before giving you a small kiss and going into your bedroom to pull clothes out of your drawer.

He picks one of his t-shirts, a pair of underwear and a pair of Pyjamas, before going back into the bathroom.

“Come on,” he says softly, carrying you bridal style into the tub. He crawls into the tub behind you, pulling you close to his chest as he begins to wash your skin, making sure to lather and massage your scalp.

You know he feels guilty about pushing you so far, but that thought is so far in your brain. He makes sure you’re nice and clean, rubbing your arms gently.

You let your head rest against his chest, enjoying the warmth of the water and his massaging motions on your skin. “Does it still hurt anywhere?” You shake your head, telling him the actual truth because he’s already making you fell better.

“Good baby,” you smile as he preps your face with kisses.

The two of you spend quite some time in the bath with Matty running a soapy wash cloth with your favorite shower gel all over your body as he sits behind you, lips pressed against your ear. Matty washes you slowly, carefully, and all the while he’s whispering sweet, tender praise.

After you both realize the temperatures loosing its warmth, he stands up, taking your hands.

“We gotta get up,” before you get too cold, he just comes from behind begins to dry you off, making sure to grab the softest possible towel.

He tells you to sit down again, he kneels down in front of you and begins to dress you. You want to object but Matty knows you too well.

“I want to,” He says softly, leaning down to kiss your leg gently as he slips on your pajama shorts. Then, he says, “Lift your arms for me,” and you comply, letting him slip the tee shirt on.

After brushing your hair and putting it in a ponytail he lefts you up again, putting you into bed, pulling the blanket over your body.

He puts on a shirt for himself and the settling next to, immediately pulling you into his arms. “Shouldn’t have been so rough with you.” He mumbles.

“It’s okay, seriously.” You promise.

“I’ll watch out better, love you incredibly much.” He holds you closer.

“You’re perfect.” You lift your head, kissing his lips, feeling his mustache tickling the area under your nose.

[tommydarlings]

pairing: dark!ex!rbr!seb x reader

warnings: dark, psychotic behaviour, obsessive behaviour, very brief mention of blood

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“There’s not a line,” Sebastian breathed out, “that I wouldn’t cross for you, y/n, my baby,” the redbull driver told you with an evil grin on his lips while he was on his knees in front of you.

You gulped as you looked down at your ex boyfriend, tears slowly forming in your eyes before you sniffled, “Get out of my house, Sebastian… p-please,” you begged him in a quiet tone but the young German only bit his lip at your weak attempt to get him away from you.

He chuckled, “And lose you for a second time? No, y/n my love,” he shook his head, smile not leaving his lips, “that’s not how it works.”

You started to cry as soon as you looked to your right and saw the man — that you were just a few hours ago on a pretty well going date with — on the floor, unconscious, bloody and beaten. You had to cover your mouth while the first tears landed on your cheeks, making Sebastian frown.

“Liebling,” darling. “Why are you crying?” He asked you in a very serious tone as soon as he saw your tears, tilting his head to the side while he was still on his knees in front of your standing but slightly shaking figure.

With a shaky breath, you tried to answer, “W-Why did you do t-this, Sebastian,” you mumbled in a high pitched tone, still not being able to look at your date without crying and sniffling, “He‘s done n-nothing wrong, s-seb-”

“Oh but he’s done everything wrong, my darling,” Sebastian quickly interrupted you before he stood up, looking down at your shaking figure, “Even the fact that he looked at you was already soooo wrong,” your ex boyfriend explained before he grabbed your trembling hands and intertwined your fingers with his.

You gulped before you immediately stopped crying, switching gazes between your unconscious date and your ex boyfriend and without thinking any further about your decision, you ripped your hands out of his ones and ran out of the room and towards the door, desperately trying to get out of your own house.

But before you could reach the wooden door that Sebastian has broken open, the blonde german had caught you already, both arms wrapped around your waist from behind while he 'shh'd' you as he ran his lips over your cheek from the side.

“N-No, go away f-from me, p-please,” you begged but he didn’t back off, Sebastian only laughed before he kissed your jaw and inhaled your sweet scent.

“Away from you? Again?” He tilted his head to the side with a wicked smile on his face,

“No liebling, why would I do that? I am yours, baby,” he told you in a deeper tone, “Just like you're mine,” he kissed his way up your jaw until he reached your ear, “always, and forever,” he mumbled right before he kissed your tear stained temple,

“Until we die…together.” He smiled.

[melonbellys]

„i didnt want to, but you made it sooo easy..“

Kai Anderson - without consent.

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This is my first post on here, it‘s just a drabble that rotted in my notes for a while, just for my own imagination.. lmao

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Warning: this is a piece of FICTION with just pure non consent, if this makes you uncomfortable i advise you to scroll.

non-consent, p in v, reader is female, LOTS of dirty talk, degrading, praising, age gap (reader is 20, he‘s 30.) , reader was a virgin, choking, daddy kink if you squint, kai on adderall, deepthroating, fingering (reader receiving) , yeah if i missed something pls comment..

word count: 1,709

kai n i met in a vinyl store, he caught my eye and i went up to him, saying how him buying a vinyl is „sooo lana-del-ray“, making fun of him. he didnt mind and he even laughed along me, i asked him if the coffee he had in his hand was good and now im here, stuck in this cult, kai kissing my neck and calling me ugly names.

„i bet you get wet even thinking about me.“ he said, full of confidence, touching my needy cunt through my panties.

„tell me how much you want me to destroy your tiny cunt“ he rubbed his fingers roughly over my clothed-clit, it hurt. a lot.

„p-please.. let me go.“ i say with tears in my eyes.

„if you didnt want this your panties wouldn’t be soaked, you dumb little slut.“ he was visibly hard, touching me, raping me.

„please, kai.“ tears keep streaming down my face as he undresses my lower half.

„if you gave in, it wouldnt hurt as much.“ he kept on talking, at this point i was saying nothing.

kai slapped my face, his deep, black eyes digging through my reddened eyes.

„c-can we do this… when im ready?“ i say again, crying as i was still a virgin, a 20 year old virgin, while he was 30.

„you want me to, i know that you want it. your wetness tells me otherwise.“ he keeps rubbing his thumb over my cunt, making me gasp and whine.

„i- kai please i dont want you to take my virginity!“ i yell out into his face, his hand holding my face, his thumb stuffed deep inside my mouth, playing with my tongue now.

„virgin? you‘re a virgin? god…. i want to rip your pretty pink pussy open with my cock…“ he rambles him taking off my panties immediately now.

„please no! kai please…“ i cry now.

„you crying makes it even better, you are such a good toy.“ he spits on my face and i felt myself get wetter from his touch, just a natural response and i hated it.

„you disgust me; you are just a hole for me to fuck, do you understand?“ his hand was still stuck in my mouth, fucking his fingers into my throat as i try to pull away.

„i bet your little mouth would feel soooo good around my dick baby. if only you‘d stop crying.“ he was so mad at me, he knew i was interested in him but not into him sexually.

„if only you would give in.“ he says before he bites my own lip, i try to kick him away but it only ends with him holding my legs.

„why wont you be a good girl, hm? always have to ruin everything.“ he chokes me so hard that i cant even think straight, my legs resting on his shoulder.

i cry out again but i lose myself in his touch, i couldnt fight him so i just went limp.

„thats it, i knew you wanted this.“ his finger enter my cunt roughly, fucking his digits into my core, moaning and crying as he does what he does.

„your tight little pussy had me hooked from the start, the moment i saw you i knew how good it‘d feel.“ tears keep running down, i was trying to pretend this was a nightmare, a movie.. some kind off horrible porn thatd only weird people would watch.

„i never care about girls, i only fuck them, usually they thank me. kai you made me cum so hard, thank you daddy.“ he mimics some other girl, which probably didnt happen and he just said for his own pleasure.

„im just making sure you think of me when someone else fucks you, slut.“

„IM A VIRGIN! IM NOT A SLUT.“ i yell at him as he stuffs my wet panties in my mouth.

„SHUT UP.“ he yells even louder than me.

„be happy im prepping you.“ he said as he rammed his fingers in continuously, not even making me feel good and hitting the spot that id liked, it hurt. so much.

„does that feel good? i bet it does.“ he spoke through gritted teeth as his whole arm moved now, i shook my head violently and he took out the panties and stuffed his fingers in my mouth instead.

„tell me, is that not your cunt? does it not taste like you? hm?“ his nails dig into me, it felt close to cutting me.

„if it didnt feel good you wouldnt be this wet.“ his eyes were emotionless, he was clearly on some sort of drug, as i saw him do it.

„god babygirl, you had such whore potential, if only you didnt wanna leave.“

he said, referencing a few minutes ago, where the moment i entered his house, he started kissing me, i gave in to the kisses but said no to sex. his kisses felt good for a second, before his hand moved to my skirt and i said that i cant and had to leave.

„you have to expect that to happen, you are worth nothing. absolutely NOTHING. only just a cunt to fuck.“

he pushed me on the bed and threw my panties to the side completely, his fingers loged so deeply in my throat that i would gag.

„i want you to gag on my cock so bad, but im nice to you.“ he smiles, kissing my nose.

he turned me around and spoke „get on all fours, i dont want to see you cry anymore.“ i protest and sit up, before he pushed me down again.

„nu-uhuh.“ his tongue clicked.

„baby… come on.“ he whispered.

„p-please… be careful.“

i cry out again and again, begging for him to NOT rip me apart.

„okay, i promise.“ he spoke in a soft tone, this was oddly reassuring. even if i was raped it didnt hurt as mu-

he didnt even bother to turn me around now, and aligned himself with my entrance. before saying anything his cock slammed so deep and hard into me that i only could scream, him quickly shutting me up with a blanket in my mouth which he held there.

„fuck baby, you‘re so fucking tight, god.“ he spoke through gritted teeth, raping my cunt as tears wont stop streaming, it hurt so bad.

it stung, his dick was so thick… and long i felt it hit my cervix and when i looked down, i looked at the bulge in my tummy.

„you… argh~ fuck, so good.“ he couldnt even say a coherent sentence, screaming into his hand that held the blanket there.

his cock felt so warm, the sensation was new… but it hurt… more physiologically than physically.

i started to give in now, loosening up a bit, knowing it would hurt less.

„now you‘re a good slut, you take my cock so well.“ he says as he takes me by my hair to face me.

„i wish i could hear your moans and curses, but all you do is cry.“ he says as he kept slamming himself into me.

i shake my head, pulling out the blanket before i speak.

„k-kai… let me speak.“ he kept pushing deeper.

he takes out the towel completely.

„cumming?“ he jumps to the conclusion quickly. i shake my head.

„kai… it hurts so much!“ i cry out again before he slows down.

„i‘ll be nice.“ he says before his fingers touch my clit again, making me gasp.

he goes slower, hitting my sweetspot now too, making me moan loudly, giving into the sensation.. i tried to pretend he wasnt raping me.

„it feels so good.“ i say, trying to satisfy him, maybe he would stop.

„i told you baby, hm? sex is sooo fucking nice.“ he says before he whispers into my ear again.

„are you gonna cum? tell me when you are close. i want you to cum in my mouth.“ this made me feel sick, i didnt want his mouth on me, especially not on my womanhood.

i had hoped he was done, but he wasnt.

„im gonna fuck your pretty mouth too, you‘ll like that right?“ i dont say anything and keep moaning, him hitting my cervix again.

i didnt want it. i wanted it to end. so bad.

„p-please stop.“ i cry out again and again.

„no… you‘re just starting to make me like you.“ he kisses me, his tongue deep into my mouth and i let out a hum.

„i didnt want to rape you, but you made it soooo easy.“ his words hurt, he was traumatizing me even more.

„k-kai… why are you doing this?“ i look him right into his eyes, for the first time that day.

„dont… look at me.“ he turns my head away.

„i dont want you to look at me.“ he says as he slaps me again, just hurting me even more.

„im fucking you cuz i want to, bitch.“ he goes even harder now, i was probably bleeding too now and as he got even more rough now, my eyes seemed to upset him.

„you‘re on birthcontrol, right?“ he speaks through his teeth as he seemingly was close

„n-no, please… kai dont, just use my mouth!“ i beg as i look into his eyes again, trying to awaken the guy thats inside of his shell.

„and now we are begging, i told you you wanted it.“ yea. sure wanted it. definitely not trying to avoid pregnancy.

he pulls out of me with a hiss, my heat was hurting, swollen and just pulsating.

his hands rest on it and he looks at me, i felt sore.

„my dick is coated with your fucking juice, clean it up like a good little girl.“ he said as he ripped open my mouth, his tip resting on my lips.

„you have such a pretty mouth, put it to good use.“

he pushes his cock deep inside, my tongue gliding against it.

„mhhm, thats what i meant baby.“ he bucks his hips in my mouth as he holds me by my hair, i kept gagging.

„too big, huh?“ no, too rough.

tears were streaming down my face, and my eyes roll back.

„my fucked out slut.“ he speaks inbetween animalistic grunts.

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED !! pls comment n reblog maybe ! :3 i lov you

this is my first post, so again… pls dont be mean.

[highfunctioningflailgirl]

Damage Control: 1x02 Wendigo

Dean would never admit to it, but it’s a good thing that Sam’s driving. In truth, the Wendigo had done a number on him, and now that he no longer has to keep up his Winchester trademark bravado for the girl, the cops and the EMTs, he turns his face away from Sam and leans his forehead against the Impala’s passenger window, pretending to fall asleep. 

The rain-streaked glass is blessedly cool against the bruise creeping up his cheekbone to his eye and soothes his headache. Maybe he has a concussion after all. Although he’d told the EMTs his head was fine and his pupils had done him the favor of being equal-sized when they’d shone their flashlights into Dean’s eyes, he feels queasy now, and a little dizzy.

Everything feels sore. His cheek is swollen, his neck itches under the bandage. His shoulders hurt from being strung up by his wrists for hours. His skin is chafed from the rope. His back aches from being dragged across the forest ground, over roots and rocks, to the cave. Although his sturdy canvas jacket had literally saved his skin, he still feels like he’s been road-hauled. 

Without Sam, he would’ve parked the Impala somewhere off-road and curled up in the backseat to sleep off the worst of it before dragging himself back behind the wheel and onto the road. He would’ve popped a few pills and chased them with whiskey to drown out the pain. The next morning, he would’ve caffeinated at a drive-in to avoid curious looks and stayed away from mirrors for a few days. 

But Sam is here, a reassuring presence beside him, driving him through the night, and the familiar squeaking of the Impala’s chassis and the sloshing rain on the windshield are comfortably lulling Dean to sleep. 

xxx

“Dean. Dean!”

Sam is shaking him by the shoulder, and Dean peels his eyes open, disoriented. 

“What?”

“Jesus, Dean!” Sam is shaking his shaggy head. “I thought you’d fallen into a coma or something!” 

Stiffly, Dean sits up and scrubs a hand across his face. It hurts.

“Why? No. I’m fine.”

“You sure?” Sam arches dubious eyebrows. “Dude, I could barely wake you up.”

Dean waves him off. “Yeah. I’m good. I was just exhausted. Relax! I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine.”

“Then don’t look at me.”

“Hah! Funny.” Sam isn’t laughing. 

Dean ignores him and tries to gather his bearings. “Where are we?”

“Motel parking lot”, Sam replies, still frowning at Dean. “You’re beat, and I could use some shut-eye, too. Something to eat. And a shower.” He sniffs at his jacket and wrinkles his nose. “We both smell like roadkill. You look like it, too.”

Dean blinks blurry surroundings into focus - a mostly empty parking lot ringed by the peeling outline of a cheap motel complex, a “vacancies” sign flashing orange in the misty dawn. Then he looks down at himself, at his dirty clothes and hands, and takes a whiff.

“You’re not wrong,” he admits. He stinks, and it’s not exactly helping with his lingering nausea.

Sam pulls the keys out of the ignition and reaches for the door handle. “I’ll get us a room. Stay here! We don’t want to scare the locals.”

When he’s out of sight, Dean angles the rearview mirror so he can look at his face. He does look terrible. His right eye has blackened, and his cheek is swollen and tender around the cut. The bandage on his neck is a rusty brown. He‘s pale, the freckles on his face competing with dried specks of mud and dirt. His hair is plastered to his temple where he’s been leaning against the window.

“Ughh…” he comments and repositions the mirror, away from his face.

It only takes a few minutes for Sam to return, motel keys jingling in his hand, but it’s about time. Dean is already drowsy again, and only his full bladder is keeping him awake. 

While his brother grabs their overnight duffels from the trunk, Dean hoists himself out of the passenger seat, and, for a hopefully inconspicuous moment, hangs on to the passenger door while a dizzy spell passes.

“Dude. You’re on concussion protocol for the next twenty-four hours!”

Shit.

“I’m f-”

“Shut up.” The sudden authority in Sam’s voice surprises Dean. He almost sounds like their dad. “You’re swaying, and you look like Casper after six rounds of mud wrestling. I don’t care what lies you told the EMTs, but I am going to wake you up every hour to make sure you’re not bleeding into your stupid brain!”

The fact that Dean can’t even come up with a return has Sam nod in confirmation. 

“Right. Now let’s get your ass into the shower and then into bed.”

There’s no further discussion. Sam carries their bags to their room while keeping a close eye on Dean who crosses the parking lot like his own friggin’ grandfather. As he shuffles along, Dean wonders about the sudden role reversal. He‘s the one who‘s always taken care of Sammy, and it’s odd to experience it the other way around. Odd, but not entirely unpleasant. 

Inside, the garish interior of their lodgings bites into Dean’s aching eyes - tasteless combinations of orange and green that would put even the ‘70s to shame. Longingly eyeing one of the two beds, Dean staggers past it, into the bathroom. Once he lies down, he knows he won’t be able to get back up.

„Wait!“ 

Sam prevents him from shutting the door, then he reaches inside Dean‘s duffel bag and, rummaging around, retrieves his toiletry kit including shampoo and shower gel.

„Here, you’ll need this.“ He hands it to Dean. „And don’t lock the door!“

„Sammy, you don‘t have to take care-„

„Well, yes!“ Sam glowers at him in a mixture of worry and annoyance. „Because someone has to if you’re not taking care of yourself. I know you Dean, and some things… they don’t change.“

The brothers lock eyes and, for a moment, memories bounce between them. Memories of hunts with their father when one of them had gotten hurt and Dean in particular had quickly adopted John Winchester‘s way of unwavering stoicism. It hadn’t just been about copying the behavior of his father, whom Dean admired. Nor had it been about heroism or masculinity, as Sam had often claimed. No. Dean had simply never deemed his pain important. Saving people was important. Protecting Sammy was important. The world was full of monsters hurting innocents. They were important. Not Dean’s occasional sprained ankle, a cracked rib or a conk to the head.

His attitude had driven Sam crazy. Even Dad had torn him a new one once, for ignoring an injury that had brought him close to sepsis and forced them to abort the hunt for a shapeshifter. Dean had learned from that. A little.

“Thanks, Sammy,” he says and disappears into the bathroom.

The massaging heat of the shower trumps the stinging of his wounds, and Dean spends so much time under the hot spray that Sam gets nervous outside and knocks on the door, threatening to come in. 

“I’m fine!” Dean yells, and he wonders how many times he’s said those two words in his life when, truly, he’d been anything but. 

When he emerges from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, he’s weary to the bone and grateful for the fresh set of clothes Sam has already laid out for him. He nods at his brother and briefly returns to the bathroom to slip into the soft, clean jogging pants, t-shirt and hoodie, his shoulders groaning in protest at the movement. 

“You want something to eat before turning in?” Sam calls from the main room. “I was thinking about ordering take out. D’you want a burger?”

Dean’s stomach does a little flip at the thought of greasy food - more proof that he’s indeed concussed - but he can’t quite shed the pretense. It’s too ingrained in him.

“Cheeseburger and fries, but only if you order something, too,” he calls back. “And do we have beer?”

He shuffles back into the main room and sits down on the nearest bed, gingerly leaning back against the headboard.

“Alcohol and a concussion don’t mix,” Sam tells him sternly, one ear pressed to his cell phone. “But you know that, and I guess you’re not going to- Yes, hi, can I place an order, please?”

Whatever burger joint is on the other end of the line, Dean’s grateful for the distraction. One good thing about hunting alone had been that no one had lectured him about his lifestyle. Not that his father had cared about Dean’s preference for junk food or his drinking. If anything, he’d set an even worse example, living on whatever food was left after his sons had eaten and regular swigs from his hip flask. But hunting had been John Winchester’s number one priority, and he would’ve taken Dean’s head off for aggravating an injury through drink and compromising his hunting skills even further. 

“… you should really change those.”

“Huh?”

Dean looks at Sam, forcing his eyes to focus. Jeez, he’d really zoned out for a moment there. 

Sam’s standing by the bed, his own toiletry kit and fresh clothes in his arms. His brows are knitted in annoyed concern, forming a swirly set of wrinkles on his forehead that Dean thinks is going to stay if his little brother doesn’t stop this mother-henning anytime soon. 

“I said food is ordered, I’m gonna hit the shower, and you should change those bandages. They’re wet.”

Dean sighs in surrender. “Yes, ma’am!” He lifts his hand to peel the sodden bandage from his neck. “Go shower!”

“First aid kit is on the table.”

“Go shower!”

Finally, Sam leaves him alone. Reluctantly, Dean gets up again and fetches the first aid kit. It needs restocking, but he finds some gauze, and, in front of a dusty mirror by the door, tapes it over the wound on his neck. He doesn’t bother with the cut on his cheek; it’s already scabbing over. Same goes for the abrasion on his forehead. 

The shower’s still running when he’s done and he sinks back down onto the bed. Sam seems to be enjoying the hot water as much as Dean, and although he managed to escape the Wendigo nearly unscathed, Dean is sure he’s feeling the long hike through the woods in his muscles, too. 

Dean himself feels leaden now. His head’s still hurting, and he leans back, closing his eyes. There’s a soothing comfort in the sounds emanating from the bathroom - water running, an audible sigh from Sammy and muffled banging as his 6’5 brother navigates the too-small shower stall. 

Before Sam had joined him in his search for their father, Dean had only had silence for company, filled with a looming, leering sense of danger. It’s not that he wasn’t used to being on his own. His father and Dean had been splitting up and gone on solo hunts ever since he’d turned twenty-five. In fact, Dean quite enjoyed those times. His father’s tough love approach wasn’t always easy to bear, and his presence always diminished Dean. He was more confident and a better hunter on his own. As a bonus, solo hunts meant he could pick up girls more easily.

But it had been different this time. His father was missing. John Winchester was in trouble; Dean could feel it in his bones. And suddenly the motel room he’d been staying in on his own hadn’t felt like freedom; it had felt stifling and too quiet, with evil lurking in the corners. For the first time in a long time Dean had felt alone, and scared, and he still doesn’t know what he would’ve done if Sam hadn’t come with him to go looking for Dad. 

That fear isn’t entirely gone. Dean still worries that something happened to their father, that he– No. He’s not going there. He’s got Sam now - who’s apparently going through a whole bathroom routine with his fancy shampoo and expensive shower gel - not like the cheap no-name soap Dean uses - and will later sleep in the other bed the way he always does, on his belly, his long  lanky body sprawled on the mattress like a starfish. If Sam isn’t haunted by nightmares about Jessica, he will sleep like a log, his deep, even breaths reassuringly filling the darkness. 

And it is with that comforting thought that Dean himself drops into slumber now, concussion be damned, and he doesn’t wake up until Sam, like clockwork, raises him exactly one hour later, for a warmed-up burger and fries. 

Find the whole series on AO3 here:

[teachingmycattoread]

Things We’ve Yelled About This Episode #3.2

Howl’s Moving Castle, Dianna Wynne Jones

Everything Everywhere All At Once (2022)

Spirited Away (2001)

Wicked Witch of the West; The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, L. Frank Baum

Howl’s Moving Castle (audiobook) narrated by Kristin Atherton

“Threatened with aunts” - a reference to Jeeves and Wooster, P. G. Wodehouse (our episode here and here)

Gideon the Ninth, Tamsyn Muir

Gavin and Stacey (2007-2010)

Rob Brydon (imdb)

Song, John Donne (poem)

Stardust, Neil Gaiman and Charles Vess

Sosban Fach, a Welsh song (wiki, spotify)

Chekhov’s Gun (tv tropes)

“Howl Expresses His Feeling With Green Slime” Howl’s Moving Castle, Chapter 6; Dianna Wynne Jones

Brad Mondo reacts to quarantine haircuts (youtube)

Sense and Sensibility, Jane Austen (our episode here and here)

he‘s in the soup! Reference to Jeeves and Wooster, P. G. Wodehouse

Uprooted, Naomi Novik (our episode here and here) 

This post about Dianna Wynne Jones thinking Howl was a disaster

Poor little meow meow (meme)

Lord Peter Wimsey, Harriet Vane; M is trying and failing to sum up the entirety of Gaudy Night by Dorothy L. Sayers in two minutes of rambling.

M is referencing this post about characters being annoying versus characters committing genocide

Mansplain Manipulate Malewife (meme)

I’ll scream and scream and scream and scream until i’m sick (youtube)

Lord of the Rings, J. R. R. Tolkien

Tom Jones (wiki)

Cat Rating

7/10

What Else Are We Reading

Agor y Drws, Cyfres Amdani (website)

The Silmarillion, J. R. R. Tolkien

Discworld, Terry Pratchett

Soul Music, Terry Pratchett (audiobook)

[personallysunny]

XGaster was never quite a dad I believe, I dont follow much of canon comics rly… But he doesn‘t seem like a fatherly type figure. More like, a man that takes the necessary precautions so you don‘t die immediately but otherwise he‘s not entirely but kinda absent. Maybe that‘s why Cross sticked to Toriel :p (mama‘s boy!)

Nim was no mother, ever. Sure, they‘re related by magic and „job“ (if you can call it that), but she‘s not their mother. She also fucked off directly after creating Dream and Nightmare‘s ever-lasting skeletal forms (she hates everyone but actually she‘s just a lesbian) so they grew up only together. They learned from each other and nature alone until the villagers bullied them. It‘s why Dream sticks to Neil, that one source of comfort he still has who actively treats him with parental care despite everything (omg Dream‘s a daddy‘s girl<3)

Xgaster does take the role of a parental figure(legally), but he doesn't do more than make sure his children live... and that they can help him reach perfection- like with all his creations really

Anyways yeah Nim did nothing mf just left

[ripdruck]

my heart will never stop aching at the memory of the kitchen scene. druck did that, they-

[hllfireclb]

Eddie as your boyfriend | Headcanons! Pt.2

More Eddie Headcanons because I love writing them :p

Warnings: fluff, some smut (mdni), cursing, y‘all are still going to school, probably some writing mistakes because English is not my first language <//3

My Masterlist <3

Waits at the picnic table for you during break so you can eat lunch together

Mostly forgets his food, so you feed him with yours

"Eddie you can’t just eat pretzels all the time!"

"Why not?!:("

definitely makes out with you in school and in front of your friends (yes, even in front of the younger ones)

Loves to scare you while you‘re at your locker with a loud "BOO“

"Jesus Christ! Eddie are you crazy!?"

"Crazy in love, yes“ he smirks at you while pulling you into his arms

He is touchy. Physical touch is his love language.

Big and loooooong hugs before, during and after school (and in general)

Always kisses the back of your hand and looks up at you while doing it

Gives you his rings, shirts, literally everything he owns, since he wants to share everything in his life with you (you even are allowed to touch his guitar but only if he‘s with you )

Always offers his joint even tho he knows you usually don’t smoke, when you agree for the first time he‘s shocked asf.

"Oh no…I’ve corrupted my innocent, sweet baby" he says and dramatically puts his hand on his chest

After your first time together you asked him if it was good for him and he looked at you with a "are you fucking serious?“ look on his face…all sweaty and still breathing heavily

"Baby, I think I just died and went to heaven! This was the best fucking Sex I‘ve ever had! And believe me…we‘re not finished yet!"

"What do you mean? You want another round? I came like 4 times Ed‘s!"

"So what? We’ve got all night! Give me 10 minutes and you‘ll cum a 5th time!" He smirks with his eyebrows wiggling up and down

He‘s not just a Sex god, he‘s also the king of aftercare

No matter how tired, sweaty and sticky he is, he‘ll always make sure to get you cleaned up and makes a hot chocolate for the two of you afterwards

When you fall asleep before he comes back he just drinks them himself while holding you in his arms and admiring your face (he‘s so in love)

Sometimes he‘s super scared that you‘ll leave him just like everyone else in his life did before but you remind him daily that you stick to him like chewing gum to his old vans

Let’s you paint his nails, do his eyeliner or play with his hair, even during school sometimes

Passes notes at you during class

"Baby you look so beautiful today and fuck so hot too!?"

You look at him with red cheeks, he responds with a wink

Sometimes you have to stay at school longer so he waits at his hand, until your classes are all done

[pupperofdarkness]

Give me a character and I will answer: Griffith

I just remembered that this was in my drafts it’s so old now sorry @bscully 😭😭😭

I’mma still post it tho

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Lol you have NO idea what you’ve just unleashed

Why I like them

Ngl, I have a fondness for ambitious and cold characters who are willing to achieve their goals by any means necessary…but Griffith stands out in that he serves as an absolutely BRUTAL deconstruction of this trope/archetype, even before the Eclipse. 

Why I don’t

It’s pretty obvious: he r——d Casca into insanity in front of Guts and tainted their child. And bear in mind, unlike sacrificing the Band of the Hawk, this action did nothing to get him closer to his kingdom. It was just an atrocity he committed out of spite and sheer evil. Tbh, that sort of destroyed my ability to see him in a positive light. There are moments where I flat out can’t even LOOK at pictures of him without wanting to cuss him out lol

Favorite episode (scene if movie)

The scene when he’s bathing in the lake after what happened with Gennon. I think it’s a good example of his duality

Favorite season/movie

The Golden Age in the manga (until volume 13. I’m never getting over that.)

Favorite line

During this exchange with Gennon, it’s pretty obvious that he doesn’t completely mean what he says. He says he feels nothing towards Gennon, but we as the audience know how his experience with Gennon truly affected him. And I think that highlights a very important aspect of his character: what he says is how he would LIKE to feel but it doesn‘t reflect how he TRULY feels. Ideally, Griffith would like for his emotions and humanity to not have an influence on him as he tries to gain his kingdom. But in the end, he was an emotional person, whether he liked it or not. This desire to completely bury his self-doubt, guilt, trauma, and emotional attachment towards his men (Guts specifically) is part of what led him to becoming Femto.

Favorite outfit

Ngl, the outfit he wears when Guts leaves is pretty nice. Asshole that he is, he looks nice in blue :p

OTP

Griffith/Rickert’s palm

Brotp

It USED to be Guts but then he went and fucked everything up 🤦🏾‍♀️

Head Canon

He’s a polyglot. He‘s got a knack for languages.

Unpopular opinion

I don’t know if this counts but…………..Casca’s prettier than him :p

A wish

I hope that what he did to Casca during the Eclipse comes back to bite him in the ass. I think the Moonlight Child might end up being the key to his downfall.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen

If Guts and Casca ever do end up killing Griffith, I hope they don’t lose their son in the process.

5 words to best describe them

Complex, ambitious, possessive, charismatic, hypocritical 

My nickname for them

Everybody’s Favorite Asshole

[imaslutforremusandsirius]

heyy! could you do something where your in a poly relationship with Remus and sirius, you’ve been teasing them all day and they just get fed up and they tie you up with a vibrator at the full setting? idk this might be to much detail lmao

Take it

I present to you: Angry hotheaded werewolf and eyeliner wearing dramatic rich boy teaching you a lesson. Pls step on me-

Hope you enjoy!!

Warning: 18+

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If there is something you enjoy doing it would be teasing your boys. And today you woke up and chose violence.

Pulling out your skirt you rolled the waistband up to make it shorter, just barely covering your ass. You decided to not wear a bra, but a simple white blouse with your house stitched onto the fabric. Everytime you moved the shirt would ride up to expose some of your skin and your nipples would harden, noticeable if someone would look at your chest. You put on your knee high socks and shoes, grabbing your bag and left to get some breakfast in the great hall.

Arriving there you made your way over to your boys and Remus turned instantly when he smelled your scent, smile dropping into a gape the moment he saw your attire. Sirius followed his point of view and his eyes scanned you body, jaw clenching.

„Hi boys“ you said, voice overly cheerful. „Saved me some?“

„Sure love“ Remus cleared his throat „the plate‘s yours.“

„Great, thanks!“ You gave him a kiss, digging into your food.

Sirius nearly moaned when you held his gaze and licked marmalade off your fingers. He just wants to bend you over and fuck you, wanting to show everyone that you belong to them alone. 

You winked at him, turning your attention to Remus who had been staring as well, a flush on his pale skin.

“You have peanut butter right there” you pointed out at the dazed boy.

“Hm?” His eyes were a little unfocused, staring at your chest. You bit back a smile and leaned forward, kissing it off. “There, now it’s gone.”

“Merlins beard”, James said “keep your private life P-R-V-A-T-E”

“You forgot a letter”, Lily pointed out. 

“Oh really?” James said seductively “You might want to tutor me Evans...”

Lily rolled her eyes and James pouted.

“Even I got embarrassed by witnessing this. Honestly Prongs, step up your game.” Sirius teased, laughing at his friends discomfort.

“Shut your mouth Pads, at least I’m not drooling over someone licking their fingers-”

Sirius cleared his thoat and you made an amused sound when you saw him blush. 

“Oh and Remus, your cup is already empty. Are you trying to slurp the glass through your straw or what?”

Now it was Remus’ time to clear his throat and look away from your tits.

James winked at you and you smirked back, for once your boyfriends decided to stay silent. James had been right after all. Looking down you saw them adjusting their pants and you giggled silently. 

---

„Can you grab the book from my bag I need the instructions“, Remus told you, trying to get the potion right. Sirius was sitting there, blowing spit bubbles.

You smiled to yourself when you heared them gasp as you bend down to get his bag. Turning around you saw them staring at your face, not only flustered but angry as well.

„What the hell are you doing?“ Sirius hissed, pulling you to sit down.

„What?“ You asked innocently. „You don‘t like my panties?“

Sirius‘ eyes widened and he immediately corrected himself. „Nonono baby they‘re fine I just-“

Remus grabbed your jaw turning your head to him. „What he‘s trying to say is: Stop acting like a slut and we‘ll drop the punishment.“

You smirked and shook your head. „I‘m not doing anything. You‘re just horny.“

Remus rolled his eyes and gave you a strict look. „Behave.“

„Yes Daddy.“

James screamed as your boys groaned in embarrassment.

„YES WHAT NOW?“

---

You and the girls were sitting by the lake, doing yoga. Fucking Lily and her ideas. It was fun, but way to hot to be doing moves like that. At least that‘s what you thought until you saw the marauders approach.

„What are you doing?“ James asked plopping down next to Lily on the grass.

Sirius and Remus took a seat next to you, sandwiching you in the middle.

„Yoga“ Lily said curtly. „Wouldn‘t expect you to know.“

James huffed. „Of course I know what yoga is. See?“

You were pleasantly surprised when you saw James doing the crow pose. That shit needed some real strength and apparently Lily was impressed as well. You smirked when she blushed a little at the muscles bulging in James‘ arms.

She chose to ignore him and turned back to you. „Right ladies, lets stretch our backs before we continue.“

You smirked when she threw you a wink, knowing about your plan of teasing the guys. You leaned forward, arching your back as you spread your knees a little. Your shorts were pulled taunt over your ass, thong peaking out from the waistband.

„Oh Jesus-“ Remus whispered, pulling his bag on his lap. Sirius‘ mouth fell open and he glared at you when you glanced over your shoulder to give him a coy smile.

---

„That fucking brat is doing it on purpose!“

Remus shot Sirius a bored look. „No fucking shit Pads.“

„God when I saw her this morning I wanted to bend her over and fuck her raw. Did you see how she sucked her fingers?“

Remus groaned. „I was too busy staring at her tits, Pads. Since when is she into yoga?“

Sirius snorted. „Not surprising to be honest, the way she bends when we put her into any position we want.“

„I just want to tie her up and-“

„-make her cum.“

They grinned at each other but quickly shut up when you sat down to eat your dinner. They did nothing more than press a kiss on each cheek and would not once glance your way. You were confused, why the sudden changevin attitude? Normally they would be all over you by now.

You decided to step up your game. You put your hands on their thighs after you finished eating and saw Sirius bite a little to aggressively into his meatballs. Remus stayed indifferent.

Your hands slowly crept higher, now directly over their crotches and Remus took your hand in his, squeezing painfully. You winced, but kept your hand on his lap, feeling him harden under you.

„Right we‘re done, Prongs and Wormtail, look for a place to sleep for tonight.“

James groaned „A-fucking-gain? What are you, 12?“

Remus stood up as well, grabbing your elbow to drag you to their dorm.

Remus shoved you on the bed, ripping your clothes off and kissed you hard. He pushed you back until your head was against the bedpost and straddled your belly, kissing his way down to your bare tits.

„I fantasized about these the entire..fucking..day“ Remus growled out, slapping your breast with every word. You cried out when he sucked your nipple into his mouth, teasing you with his sharp teeth. Sirius bend your knees and spread you open wide, blowing against your swollen clit.

„Ah fuck please!“

Sirius flicked your clit and you yelled in pain, trying to close your legs, not that you could match his strength.

Remus got off and went to his trunk, pulling out your vibrator just as Sirius gathered your wrists in his hand and tied them to the bed.

„Listen pup“ Remus said sharply „Since you think you can jus tease us all day by prancing around like a slut, we‘ll treat you like one.“

You were about to answer but Sirius took the chance to stuff your mouth with your panties.

„Noone asked for your input, puppy.“

Remus put the vibrator on the highest setting and pushed it in as far as he could. He fucked you with it for a few seconds until he found your sweet spot and pounded against it. You were crying out in pleasure, legs shaking and he let go.

Sirius and Remus knelt down on both sides of your legs to keep them open and played with your breasts.

„Look at her pretty tits Moony. I bet they‘re sore already.“

Remus smirked when your eyes teared up at his pinching. „Aw poor baby, must hurt really bad. Does it hurt pretty girl?“

You nodded, eyes glassy as you begged for your orgasm.

„If you cum“ Sirius drawled „we‘ll force more out of you. But if you can hold back, we‘ll give you only as much as you want.“

You glared at Sirius and he laughed as he saw your desperate expression. They knew how impossible that deal was.

You tried to hold back, you really did. But then they decided to make out right there, kissing and moaning into each others mouths so passionately, that you came at the sight. You screamed out your realse, the vibrator not only drilling against your sweet spot but clit as well.

Remus smirked and pulled the panties out as you continued to cry out, trying to get rid of the toy. Sirius pushed it back in and you came again, squirting a little as you nearly passed out from the force.

„Guess you made your choice slut, so you better be a brave little girl.“

You can‘t remeber how many orgasms you had as they ignored your pained cries and whimpers. Was it four? Five?

„Please!“ You wailed „Please enough! Please! Yellow! Yellow!“

Sirius didn‘t take the vibrator out, only lowered the setting and leaned over to pout. „What is it baby, can‘t cum anymore?“

You whined. „Siri please enough! I can‘t!“

Remus chuckled and leaned over as well, stroking your hair gently. „But baby, there is one more. I know there is. Don‘t you wanna make us proud, hm?“

You mewled softly, clenching your legs, but that made the soft hum of the vibrator press directly on your clit.

„Remus“ you whined as he took a hold of the toy, gliding it in and out. Sirius laid down between your legs, spreading them open and kissed you clit softly.

„Sirius“ you gasped „hurts!“

Sirius didn‘t respond, only sucking your clit in his mouth and lapped at it. Remus turned up the setting again and you let out high oitched moans, fucking back against the thrusts.

„Fuck you taste so good baby, c‘mon give me your cum.“

You trembled all over as Remus encouraged you to cum again.

„Let go pup, be our good girl“, Remus cooed, kissing you to keep you silent as you came for the last time, whimpering into his mouth.

„There we go puppy“ Sirius moaned, taking the toy out to lap at your hole. He hummed at the taste, licking everything clean and got up to kiss Remus, sharing your cum.

„I‘m never leaving without a bra again“, you said, panting hard.

The boys gave you mocking grins, prepping your face with kisses until you were breathless.

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it’s the breeding headcanon for me…😳 do you perhaps write some kink headcanons for the rest of akatsuki???

well damn, i can try lol. you will def be able to tell who i just don‘t like as much or just don‘t really think sexually about, i‘m sorry lmaoo. i‘ll try my best to keep them proportionally long-

obviously, smut under the cut. mind the tags for tw, i‘ll tag the problematic ones !!

pein

body modification. whenever you get curious about his black receivers or touch them during the act, he has the strong urge to get you something that matches for his eyes only.

inappropriate usage of said black receivers. i‘m sorry, he would absolutely produce a rod from his hand while he is fingering you. he‘ll make it a surprise too. like, warming you up with two fingers and surprise, chakra rod up your hole.

given his past, he wants to hold you as close as he can, always afraid you might fall victim to the evil in this world. naturally, he makes you cockwarm him. it doesn‘t get closer than that :)

man is a pleasure dom.

konan

oral, receiving and giving. but she is prettiest when she holds you firmly but gently by the hair and grinds against your tongue.

breastfeeding/mommy kink because… she is such a nurturing woman by nature. she will let you suck on her tits while she fingers you or let‘s you ride her bare thigh. if you like it, she might even return the favor on both male or female lovers. she just likes your face when you receive pleasure.

she is a passionate lover, just like she is a passionate friend. she likes to see you and hear you. while she will make you beg for her, she doesn‘t like seeing you upset or distressed. happy tears only <3

she is pretty versatile.

itachi

breeding. we been over this.

he gives me strong incest/pseudo incest vibes.

huge praise kink. he will call you the sweetest names, followed up with the nastiest praise you heard in your life. while he isn’t the most vocal man, he talks during the heat of the moment. literally praising everything you do. bonus points if you get flustered easily and scold him for saying embarrassing things like that.

you want him to be flustered for a change? give him head and hold eye contact. sensual, sloppy toppy and he‘s putty in your hands.

also pleasure dom.

kisame

size kink. he‘s huge and wide in both physique and dick size. goes kinda feral when he sees your hands struggling to wrap around his girth. r i p

he would mark you up. he has nice, strong shark teeth and he‘s going to bite your untouched skin. just latches onto your neck while he hits it from behind. (he‘s totally an ass guy, he would leave his mark on your cheek too.) don‘t be shy. leave your mark on him too. scratch his back as much as you want :)

he eats ass like a starved man. actually, he‘s willing to put his mouth anywhere on your body. but definitely has a thing for your ass.

he is horny, that‘s it.

kakuzu

bondage. he will be using earth grudge fear to hold you down in the exact position he wants you in. he‘s going to prove you just how well he mastered the technique over the years by even letting the threads explore your holes.

he would make you cockwarm him during his very necessary money counting sessions. he needs order. you better sit still until he‘s done. he doesn‘t care if hidan walks in while he has you stretched out in his lap.

impact play/pain play. he’s a sadist. not only does he enjoy the way your skin bruises and flushes, he uses it as punishment. besides the death threats, he will silently remember you being a little brat in public. you didn‘t think you would get away with being disrespectful just because he can‘t pull any unwanted attention right now? he has a short fuse and he will get you alone eventually.

corruption. he‘s a dirty old man, what else can i say? he would let you call him daddy when he‘s balls deep inside you. he usually makes sure to cum all over your face but when he really breaks your innocence, he will seal the deal with his seed in your womb.

choking. he got some big hands that fit nicely around your throat. may even tie into a size kink??

very controlling (mean) hard dom who can tame a brat if you forget your place. just don‘t do too much, he might actually kill you someday.

hidan

where do i start? blood? well, his lifestyle kinda revolves around blood. he likes making you bleed, he likes tasting your blood and he likes seeing you bleed. that includes eating you out on your period (if you have periods, that is)

pain play. this goes both ways. he‘s a sadomasochist and extreme on both ends.

predator/prey dynamic. he likes the chase. he‘s an adrenaline junky and nothing gets his dick harder than the heightened senses of a good adrenaline rush.

that includes dubcon/noncon. he likes you to cry and scream, doesn‘t matter how he gets you to do it.

religious rituals. jashinism probably treats sex like some animalistic urge that comes with being alive. and jashinism is all about life and death. he‘s probably got some religious dirty talk up his sleeve, which is just borderline preaching for his god.

also just horny lol

deidara

hands… mouth hands… he will put them on your neck, the sensitive spot behind your ears, your chest, anywhere to tease you. yes, he will eat you out with them while he fucks you.

cum play. he strikes me as someone who would eat you out after a creampie.

he‘s a loudmouth and a bad attitude sometimes but in the sheets he‘s needy and moans all pretty, especially when you ride him.

secretly a sucker for being called “good boy“. he acts up a lot, gets very impatient with you so a good way to shut him up is to stuff your fingers in his mouth and tell him to be “a good boy and put that energy into making me cum.“

hair pulling. when he has an especially intense orgasm, he will hold onto your hair and hold it so tightly it hurts. turning that around, his hips are going to buck up into yours when you take a fistful of his hair and just put firm tension on his scalp.

stubby brat. i‘m sorry, i just see him being his usual self until you get him alone. he pegs me as someone with a sensitive dick-

sasori

brat taming. he likes you well trained. he does it for the results, not really the process. despite his looks, he is a middle aged man so cut him some slack. he gets impatient and won‘t tolerate any slip ups.

the only pet names in his vocabulary are mean and insulting. he may not even call you by your real name. he has no respect for life, so naturally he doesn‘t have respect for human rights.

toys… he is crafty like that and will misuse puppet parts and make specific toys that are to his liking. sometimes he will stuff you full for hours while he‘s busy with working on puppetry. don‘t make a mess of his workshop. maybe he will even make you keep them inside during the day.

all in all, a hard dom but less menacing to society because i do think being a puppet kinda slows his sex drive? i don‘t see him being horny all the time.

tobi

watching cocomelon

i love obito but i just can‘t lewd tobi… that is a child persona lol

zetsu

look, i love zetsu but i don‘t see them having a sex drive.

might let you water them :)