#i almost freaked out so hard when i saw this

[thecuriousbeauty]

during the early shows of the "live on tour" era, when him were still performing in theaters, harry couldn’t take his eyes off a fan while he was on stage. so he takes her to the backstage after the show (or to his hotel room).

That Special Girl- Harry Styles x reader (Fluff)

A/N:-Put a little spin to this, I hope you all like it! Thank you for the request anon, and for patiently waiting! Please like and reblog to support me, xx.

Word count: 1.7K

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You don’t usually take this route on your morning runs, but today, you were craving those soft, buttery, warm croissants from the bakery down the street for breakfast. You definitely deserved it after your run. And today was going to be a very special day in your life, you needed to start the day right. So you didn’t mind the mild crowd you had to run through to make it to the bakery.

All you could think about was going to your first Harry Styles’ concert that evening! He was finally coming to your city and you weren’t going to let go of the opportunity to see one of your favorite singers perform live. Sadly, your best friend couldn’t go with you, so you were going alone but you were sure you’d make friends once you got there. That was also something you were excited about. Being around so many people who share your same interests. 

Just as you were about to enter the bakery, you saw someone familiar on their morning run. Your eyes squinted to make sure what they were seeing was really true. 

Wow, even before you got to the concert.

It was Harry Styles!

He was wearing a grey sweatshirt and blue shorts, shades protecting his eyes. You had to try so hard not to freak out, because the last thing you wanted was to be like some of those crazy fans. You admired Harry, yes, but you believed everyone, celebrity or not, should have the privacy of at least not getting disturbed while on their morning run. 

He was running towards where you came from, where you knew there was a crowd, so even though you were nervous and not quite sure if the words would form proper sentences once you opened your mouth, you decided to warn him.

“U-Uh, Harry?”, you spoke as he was just about to whizz past you, and he stopped. You couldn’t read his expression very well, but you continued. “You don’t wanna run that way, it’s pretty crowded.”

While you were talking, he tapped on his phone, probably to stop the music from his ear pods. “Oh. Oh, okay.”, he said, a little surprised. He probably thought you stopped him for a photo or something. He stared at you for a few seconds, while you were wondering if you had made any mistakes in the one sentence you spoke .

“I-I’ll go back the same way, then. Thanks, love.”, he smiled, dimples popping and although you couldn’t see his eyes, you knew they were crinkling. 

“Yeah, of course.”, you smiled back. “Good luck for the show tonight!”, it slipped out before you could think if it was okay to say.

“Thank you! Are you coming?”, he asks, still smiling.

“I am, actually.”

“That’s amazing. I’ll see you tonight, then, love. Gotta go now, thanks again. Bye bye.”

“Bye bye”, you find yourself repeating, and Harry chuckles before running away. You’re still in a daze as you turn to the bakery, almost hitting your head on the transparent glass door, not realizing that you have to open it. You laugh at yourself, and open the door, the smell of those delicious croissants making you beam. Today was going to be a great day.

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“I’ll take so many videos for you.”, you tell your best friend through a video call as you do your hair, getting ready for the show. 

“You better! You look so hot, y/n, I won’t be surprised if Harry himself falls for you.”, she says, winking at you through the screen and you laugh. You had picked out a black top, with a translucent sparkly cover on top, pairing it with a silver skirt. You did your makeup minimally, except for your eyes, you put on some shimmery eye shadow. Once you were ready, you said bye to your best friend and got going.

You reach the venue, chatting up with a few girls immediately, sharing bracelets and just sharing where you’re all from. You were led to your places when the show was about to start, and you had fun while the opening act was going on. You weren’t dancing yet though, you were saving your energy for when Harry would take the stage.

And finally, there he was. The man you saw in the morning, except now he was radiating more confidence and charm. He was up there probably doing his favorite thing in the world. He looked incredibly attractive in his outfit for the night, silky light blue pants paired with a pink and blue jacket. The color combinations complimented his features wonderfully, not to mention the perfectly placed tattoos over his chest and abdomen.

You sang along with the rest of the crowd as Harry started Music for a Sushi Restaurant. Harry was running around all over the stage, and his eyes were drifting around, looking everywhere while he continued to sing. It seemed like he was searching for something, or someone. 

When he gets to your side of the stage, for a minute, you feel like his eyes meet yours, and you’re not able to make sure because of all the lighting and there are a lot of people around you. But you can confirm he was indeed looking at you, because he grins as he brings his hand up and gives you a wave. 

You gasp and wave back. He remembers you from the morning!

For the rest of the show, you noticed that Harry was coming to your side of the stage quite often, and even looking at you as you sang the lyrics back to him. He would even lean over slightly, almost as if he was directly singing to you. You enjoyed all the songs and Harry’s energy was infectious. He kept bouncing around the stage, cracking jokes, reading out signs, making people happy and being the man he is. During the last song, which was Kiwi, he did his little dance and you did the same with your new friend next to you, and he stopped to watch you both, amused.

“Oh my god, he liked our dance!”, she squeals next to you.

You definitely had a lot to tell your best friend.

You’re having mixed feelings by the end of the show. Happy because you had THE BEST night ever, and sad because it’s over. You were gonna have to say goodbye to your new friends, and to Harry. 

Little did you know, Harry had different plans.

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Harry couldn’t stop thinking about you. Even as he was running through the crowd to go backstage, escorted by the security, he was looking over to where you stood, hoping to catch another glimpse of you.

But he couldn’t find you. He was too taken back by your beauty and kindness that he even forgot to ask your name in the morning. But he wasn’t gonna give up. He needed a chance to see you again.

So he asked his security to find you, telling them where you had been for the show. 

“Well this is a first, special girl eh, mate?”, Mitch teases him backstage, chugging down some cold water. 

“I’m just curious to know more about her.”, Harry says, not denying what Mitch had said. Clearly everyone in his band had noticed that he was watching a particular someone in the crowd. He thought he hadn’t made it so obvious.

Harry walked around, adrenaline still pumping through his veins, and Sarah passed him some water too. “Calm down, H, they’ll find her. Even if they can’t, if you really want to see her, we’ll figure something out.”

“How?”, he asked.

Sarah winked. “Leave that to me. Your fans are capable of a lot of things, you know.”

Harry didn’t question that. 

To his absolute delight, security had indeed found you, and Harry rushed into a separate room to meet you, not wanting to scare you with the whole band. He thought you would probably be nervous about all of this too.

There you stood, clutching your bag in one hand, your arm covered with bracelets, and his eyes shifted to your face, seeing you up close for the second time today. 

God, you were gorgeous.

Strikingly beautiful eyes that he was finding a hard time looking away from the whole evening. Perfect, soft features and your smile had him smiling ear to ear. 

“Am I in trouble?”, you asked nervously.

“Oh no, sorry love, I just didn’t get your name. I wanted to thank you again for this morning.”, he said. 

“Oh! It’s all good, I hate being interrupted during my morning run too. I’m y/n!”, you smile, and Harry extends his hand, shaking yours. “Hello, y/n, I’m Harry.”

You giggle, finding it funny that he was introducing himself and he can’t help but laugh. “Nice to meet you, Harry. The show was amazing, like crazy.”

“Yeah? I’m glad you enjoyed it, love.”, Harry says happily. “I didn’t spook you out sending the security behind you did I?”

“Kinda. I really thought I was in trouble for taking a shot the girl next to me offered or something..”

Harry laughs, and you smile sheepishly. “You all did shots without me?”, he asked, a fake hurt tone to his voice.

“Oh no, did you wanna do one?”

Harry shakes his head, dimples popping. “Just kidding, y/n. I just wanted to get to know you a little bit. You had my attention the whole night.”

You blush, not knowing what to reply, really just saying, “Oh..um..”

“Do you want to go hang out for a while? If it’s okay, of course. It’s completely fine if it’s not, it is late and you must have places to be-”, Harry starts rambling nervously.

“I’d love to!”, you piped up, and his grin widened. “Yeah?”

It’s true that no one believes in love at first sight, until they meet that one special person who comes along and steals their heart.

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cw: smoking, meet ugly (kinda?), size difference prompt: "A little tongue-tied, are we?" from this list requested by @wltheraway

When you saw him for the first time, you assumed his hunched figure is one of the concrete pillars—and almost dropped your bag with toilet paper when he turned head your way and nodded. Dressed in gray sweatsuit, hood pulled on head, he was blending in perfectly, completely still but the tilt of head and disinterested flick of dull eyes, scanning you from head to toes before turning back to boring them into the empty street.

You had no idea a man can turn himself into a stone like this, like a predator awaiting its prey, and it was freaking you out for the first few days. But with time the weird neighbor from the apartment next to yours became as natural as street lanterns and stairs and moribund flowers in pots on the railing. He was there every night, smoking, staring into distance, and greeting you with a dry nod. No word exchanged; no proximity closer than the few steps separating your doors. Just his hunched shoulders, broad back, hood pulled far into his face, and smoke dancing in the flickering light of the old lamp on the wall.

That's everything you've ever gotten out of him, but it's become weirdly familiar, to be welcomed by his silhouette as soon as you climb the stairs on the way back from work. No matter how exhausted you are, all tension disappears once your eyes meet. He's your first step into the night and blessed rest, the guardian of your private time and safety of your little rented apartment. Funny enough, he doesn't look particularly safe himself, and if you ran into him somewhere on the street rather than in front of your door, you would bolt straight away.

He's a silent enigma to you—until tonight. For the first time he's turned front to you from the beginning, and you can catch a glimpse of his features, gentler than expected from his posture. And younger than you've given him, even if obviously far into his thirties, maybe forties.

"You got a light?" He shows you unlit cig, so little in comparison to his thick fingers.

You swallow hard, your throat suddenly dry—the tension having nothing to do with nervousness.

"Sure," you want to say casually but nothing wants to come out of your lips as you shake through your pockets, finally fishing out a lighter.

He beckons you closer and leans down to your hand. You know he's big but from close, in raw comparison to your frame, he's enormous. Your knees start melting, almost give in as he tugs the hood away, revealing his handsome face in its full glory.

Green eyes flick up to meet yours, scar at the corner of his mouth adds a mean streak to his smirk. His huge hands cup yours with ease, shielding the little flame from the wind as he lits the cigarette and takes a breath of smoke, with a deep, guttural groan of relief to it.

"A little tongue-tied, are we?" He leans in even closer, his nose almost brushing yours. "Don't be scared, I won't bite you."

He blows smoke into your face and returns to his spot, his dry chuckle echoing through the empty porch and street below, "If you ever untangle it, I wouldn't mind knowing your name."

i deleted all the trace of the bday event i tried to run but i got two requests & decided to give them a try. if there's interest, i can put it back and take a few more reqs for drabbles~

divider by saradika

[hanniewho]

I loved your Mikey headcanons, Can you write your Gerard headcanons? You can write anything from sfw to dead dove

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Notes: I have so many things to yap about this skrunkly pookie wookie cookie of a man. And stalker gee would be so perfect omgomgmg

༘ ⋆｡ ˚ Warnings: Noncon, Panty sniffing, Masturbating, Privacy invasion, Corruption kink, Mention of piss, Blood and literally disgusting shit (I do not condone any of this behavior in real life so don't do it it's not cool and it's not hot!)

⋆✦ Pairings: Stalker! Gerard x Underage virgin fem reader

۫ ꣑ৎ DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

𝜗𝜚˚⋆SFW

The first time he saw you was one of the tour they're having, and you're in the front row with your mum and the closest to the stage.

You look so happy and smiling widely to him it made him almost forgot that's he's singing.

He feels so disgusted of himself for crushing on you, a high schooler, and not even legal yet, but he can't help it. You're so gorgeous and look so innocent he just wanna ruin you.

He would leave you flowers and gifts everyday with a note on it "Keep going you're great!" "Have some treat you're the best♡" "Even with all of these flowers none of them can show how much I love you :)"

You're wondering where these are coming from and who sends them. It's sweet and adorable but you're freaking out.

You don't even feel safe at home anymore because you feel like you're being watched, so you go to school even more often even though you hated it but it's better than staying home.

You feel your anxiety grew each week, and you talk about it to your friends. All of them are concerned for you.

And when you're at home you rarely came out of your room anymore.

You made sure all the windows are covered in curtains and locked, but of course, he found a way to break in he just loves you so much.

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ NSFW

He would take so many pictures of you just to touch himself right after it he can't help himself.

He will break into your room just to kneel next to your bed and admire how pretty you are. And in the morning you wonder why your thighs always ended up with sticky load.

Your panties always go missing, too and here he is sniffing someone's panties and playing his rock hard cock.

He just love you so so much that he can't help himself but to dream to fuck you so good.

He always imagine how tight your pussy is since he knows everything about you.

He knows you're a virgin, and it turns him on even more he just wanna ruin your cute pussy and make you his!

You jolted awake to a pounding, your heart racing. At first, you thought it was the bass from your neighbor's stereo, but it was something more... personal. You lay in your small, dimly-lit room, the only source of light the flickering street lamp outside your window, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The mattress beneath you protested with every thrust, and the headboard thudded rhythmically against the wall. Panic set in as you realized the pounding was coming from inside you. You were being violated, your tight, virgin body being used against your will.

The pain was sharp, like a knife slicing through the tender barrier of your innocence. You tried to scream, but a rough hand clamped over your mouth, stifling the sound. You tasted the metallic tang of fear as you bit down on your lip, trying to hold back the tears. Your eyes searched the room frantically, but all you could make out was the dark figure hovering above you, his identity obscured by the shadows. His breath was hot and ragged, a stark contrast to the cool air in the room, and you felt his body weight pressing you down into the mattress.

He leaned closer, his grunts becoming more feral with every thrust. The smell of him, musky and unwelcome, filled your nostrils as he whispered into your ear, "You're tighter than I imagined." His words were a dark revelation, confirming the horror of what was happening. The hand over your mouth moved to grip your neck, his thumb tracing the pulse point, as if he were fascinated by the throb of your terror. "You're like killing me," he groaned, his voice a sinister rasp, "squeezing my cock like that." His eyes gleamed in the dim light, a sick, twisted pleasure etched into his features as he took in your wide-eyed, horrified gaze.

You couldn't help but moan into his hand, the pain morphing into a confusing mix of agony and arousal. The person you called your hero, your celebrity crush, was fucking you in the sacred sanctity of your own room, your parents' house a prison keeping you trapped with this monster. You felt a tear slip down your cheek, only to be lost in the pillow beneath you, as your body began to betray you. Your hips moved of their own accord, desperately seeking some semblance of comfort in the unyielding assault, and your walls clenched around him, a reflexive response to the intrusion.

Leaning down, he whispered into your ear, "Relax, okay?" His voice was soothing, a stark contrast to the violence of his actions. "It won't hurt so much if you just let go." His breath was warm and minty, and you realized with a start that he had been watching you, learning your routines, memorizing your scent, all while planning this twisted rendezvous. His teeth grazed the tender skin of your neck, and you felt a pinch as his fangs pierced your flesh. The pain was immediate and sharp, but it was soon overwhelmed by a rush of heat and pleasure that flooded your body. You were being turned on against your will, your traitorous body responding to the bite of the man who had been stalking you.

As he bit deeper, you felt your muscles relaxing, a strange lethargy seeping into your limbs. His hand around your neck tightened, and his thumb caressed your pulse as it raced under his touch. His eyes held yours, the gleam in them now one of power and satisfaction as he watched the fear slowly recede. You couldn't fight anymore; you were his to do with as he pleased. He began to move in earnest, his hips pistoning into you with a force that made the bed frame creak in protest. Each thrust sent waves of conflicting sensations through you: pain, pleasure, disgust, and a sick, twisted need for more.

"Fuck, you're so good," he grunted, his breath hot and ragged in your ear. His cock was thick and merciless, stretching you to the brink of what you could bear. His words were a taunt, a declaration of his victory over your will. "You're going to take all of me, aren't you?" His hand left your neck, instead reaching down to cup your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. His eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of resistance, any spark of defiance. But all he saw was a dull acceptance, a silent plea for it to be over.

He slammed into you again, his hips punishing your vulnerable form. "You want that, don't you?" His voice was a mix of lust and malice. "You want to be filled with my kids." His words were a violation in themselves, a perversion of the innocent crush you had once held for him. You felt your stomach clench at the thought, but your body responded, your walls contracting around him in an involuntary invitation for more. "Say it," he demanded, his voice now a growl. "Tell me how much you want it."

You shake your head 'no- please don't i-', your voice muffled by his palm, but he only laughed, the sound echoing through the room, sending shivers down your spine. "Oh, I know you do," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic delight. "Your body's singing it for me." His thumb traced the outline of your lip, smearing your own blood onto your skin. "Say it," he repeated, his voice a seductive command that seemed to resonate in your very bones.

The struggle within you was visceral, a war between the primal instinct to survive and the uncontrollable desire that his bite had kindled. Each thrust brought you closer to the precipice of pleasure and pain, and you felt your resolve crumbling. "I-I don't," you managed to choke out, your voice trembling.

He leaned in closer, his eyes burning into yours. "Say it," he whispered, his voice a seductive purr. "Say you want it." His thumb slid over your lip, the coppery taste of your own blood a stark reminder of the power he held over you.

You felt his tongue, warm and wet, trace the line of your neck. His breath hitched as he took in your scent, his pupils dilating with arousal. "I saw how you looked at me that day," he murmured, his voice a low, dark rumble. "Your eyes, it's like you're looking at me like I saved your life." His words sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of disgust and a perverse thrill that made your stomach churn.

His licks grew more insistent, his tongue circling the bite marks like a vulture over fresh kill. Each pass sent a jolt of sensation through your body, and you couldn't help the small whimpers that escaped your lips. The pleasure was wrong, a twisted mockery of what it should be, but it was there, undeniable and intoxicating. His hand moved from your chin to your throat, squeezing gently, reminding you of the power he had over your life. "Look at me," he demanded, his voice a whispered snarl.

You met his gaze, those piercing eyes that had once held so much hope and admiration now filled with a dark, possessive hunger. "Tell me," he said, his voice thick with desire, "tell me how much you want me to fill you with my cum." The words were a slap in the face, but your body responded with a betraying throb, your arousal growing with each twisted second that ticked by. You felt your cheeks flush with shame and anger, but the fight in you was waning.

With a snarl, he grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back and exposing your throat. His teeth sank into your flesh again, this time with a ferocity that made you gasp. The pain was intense, but it was quickly drowned out by the flood of pleasure that followed, as if your body had been rewired to crave his bite. He began to fuck you harder, his hips slapping against your thighs with a wet, obscene sound. His hand moved to your chest, his long, cold fingers playing with your nipples, rolling and pinching until you moaned into his palm.

You couldn't believe what was happening. The person you had once adored, the one whose posters lined your walls, was now the monster that owned your body. And yet, the pleasure was undeniable, a sick, twisted dance of pain and ecstasy that made you feel so alive yet so dirty. Your not fully developed breasts bounced with each thrust, and you could feel the ache deep within you, the pressure building, threatening to shatter the last of your resolve. You cursed your parents for being out of town, leaving you at the mercy of this madman who had invaded your sanctuary.

As you felt his fingers tease and pinch your sensitive nipples, you bit down on your bottom lip, the sting of pain mixing with the sensation of his teeth in your neck. It was as if your body was torn between the need to scream for help and the betraying pleasure that coursed through your veins with every twisted caress. You could feel his excitement growing, his movements becoming more frantic, and you knew he was close to his release. Your eyes squeezed shut, trying to block out the reality of his possession, trying to find a shred of dignity in the dark corners of your mind.

The curses you silently whispered to your parents grew louder in your head with every thrust, your anger a fiery beacon in the sea of fear and despair. They had always been so overprotective, so concerned about who you talked to, who you saw, what you did. Yet, here you were, in the most vulnerable moment of your life, and they were nowhere to be found. The irony was a bitter pill to swallow, making the situation feel even more like a nightmare you couldn't wake from.

As the pressure within you grew, so did the intensity of his bites, his teeth digging deeper into your tender flesh, his hands now a vice around your throat and the small mounds of your chest. You could feel his hunger, his need to claim you fully, to make you his in the most primal way possible. Each pinch of your nipples sent a jolt of pain-laced pleasure through your body, making your toes curl and your back arch involuntarily. Your breaths came out in ragged gasps, muffled by the hand that still covered your mouth.

His laugh was a low, guttural sound that vibrated against your skin, sending goosebumps down your spine. "Oh fuck," he groaned, "you're clenching around me like a vise, baby. You need to stop that, it's killing my dick." His words were a twisted mix of pain and pleasure, the kind that made your stomach drop and your pussy clench around him even tighter. His hips rocked into you with renewed vigor, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the quiet room.

The pressure within you built to a crescendo, and you felt yourself teetering on the edge of an orgasm you never wanted, never asked for. His eyes bore into yours, the hunger in them unmistakable as he whispered, "You're going to come for me, aren't you?" It was a question that didn't need an answer; his cock was a living testament to your body's response to his violent ministrations.

His hand trailed down from your throat, over your chest, and paused at the bulge of your stomach. He pushed into the soft flesh, the feeling of his hand so alien, so wrong, and yet your body responded with a betraying shiver of excitement. The reality of his invasion was stark, a physical manifestation of the deep, dark secret that was now lodged within you. He grinned, his teeth stained with your blood, and you realized with a jolt of horror that he was watching the signs of his own pleasure reflected in your eyes.

"Look at that," he murmured, his voice a dark caress that sent a shiver down your spine. "You're so full of me." His fingers circled the swollen flesh of your abdomen, pressing down as he thrust into you, emphasizing the depth of his penetration. The feeling was overwhelming, a mix of revulsion and a perverse thrill that had you biting down harder on the hand muffling your screams. You could feel the head of his cock nudging against your cervix with every plunge, the sensation both terrifying and exhilarating.

His eyes never left yours, watching with a twisted fascination as you squirmed beneath him. "You're going to take it all," he breathed, his voice thick with lust. "You're going to take every drop of my cum, and you're going to beg for more." His hand on your stomach grew more insistent, his nails digging in slightly, a reminder of the power he held over you. You felt the first tremors of an orgasm you never wanted, your body's natural response to the relentless pounding that was driving you closer to the edge.

Your eyes searched his, pleading, but all you saw was the monster that lurked beneath the surface. His hand moved lower, his thumb circling your clit with a practiced ease that made you feel even more violated. He knew exactly what he was doing, how to make your body respond even as your mind recoiled in horror. The pressure grew unbearable, and you knew you were going to break. "Please," you whispered, your voice a trembling mess. "Please stop." But the words were lost in the cacophony of your own moans and his grunts of pleasure.

His eyes narrowed, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "You're going to come for me, aren't you?" His thumb pressed down harder, and you felt your body tighten around him. "You're going to scream my name when I fill you up." The thought of giving him what he wanted was unbearable, but the sensation was too intense to ignore. You bit down on the hand over your mouth, trying to muffle the sounds that were threatening to escape. "I feel like I'm gonna pee," you sobbed, your voice muffled and pathetic.

Gerard chuckled darkly, his teeth still buried in your neck. "That's it," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You're gonna come for me, baby." His hips bucked faster, his cock slamming into you with a ferocity that was both terrifying and exhilarating. You felt a warm rush building, the pressure in your lower belly becoming unbearable. It was as if your body was being torn apart by the force of his lust and your own unwanted response.

You couldn't stop the moan that escaped, your body arching off the bed despite your attempts to hold back. The pleasure was like a wildfire, consuming you, turning your fear and anger into something darker, something that made you feel alive in the most twisted way possible. His eyes never left yours, his smile widening as he watched you fall apart beneath him. "That's it," he said, his voice a harsh whisper. "Let go for me."

And then, with a final, brutal thrust, you did. The orgasm ripped through you, tearing apart the last shreds of your dignity. Your walls spasmed around his cock, milking him, and you felt him tense, his hips jerking as he emptied himself into you. His bite grew deeper, and you felt a warmth spread from the puncture wounds, a strange feeling that was both soothing and terrifying. His cum filled you, a thick, hot presence that made your stomach churn with a mix of pleasure and disgust. You were his now, in the most intimate way possible, and there was no going back.

Tears streamed down your face as he pulled away, his eyes still gleaming with triumph. He licked the blood from his teeth with a satisfied smack, a grin spreading across his face like a dark shadow. "See?" he murmured, his voice a dark purr. "It's not so bad, is it?" He leaned down, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "You liked it, didn't you?" His hand slid down your body, coming to rest on the sticky mess between your legs, his fingers coated in your blood and his cum. "You're going to want more," he promised, his voice dripping with a sinister anticipation.

The sobs that tore from your throat were a mix of pain and anger, a visceral rejection of his claim. "No," you slurred out, your voice thick with tears and fear. "Fuck no." But even as you denied it, your traitorous body was still quivering with the aftershocks of your unwanted orgasm, the muscles of your pussy clenching around the emptiness he had left behind. You felt dirty, used, and utterly destroyed. The taste of your own blood in your mouth was a stark reminder of the reality of the situation.

He pulled out of you with a wet pop, the absence of his thick cock leaving you feeling both relieved and violated. He leaned over, his smile wide and predatory, and pushed your leg over his shoulder. The gesture was almost gentle, a stark contrast to the violence that had just occurred. "Aww, you're clenching around nothing," he cooed, his voice a twisted parody of affection. "That's so cute." His thumb traced over your swollen clit, and you couldn't help the involuntary jerk of your hips, the sensitivity of your overstimulated flesh making you shiver.

The room spun around you, the smell of sex and fear thick in the air. You felt his eyes on you, watching you with a mix of curiosity and hunger. It was as if he were studying you, cataloging your every reaction for some twisted, future encounter. "You're so responsive," he murmured, his voice a low purr that sent a shiver down your spine. "I can't wait to see what else I can get you to do." His fingers slid back inside you, coated in your juices and his own seed, and you whimpered, your body betraying you with a shudder of pleasure.

He began to pump his fingers in and out, his thumb rubbing slow circles around your clit. Your body responded despite the horror of the situation, your walls clenching around his intrusion. The sensation was too much, a blend of pain and pleasure that you couldn't escape. His eyes never left yours, a silent challenge that made your stomach twist. "You want more," he whispered, his breath hot against your cheek. "You can't help it."

You felt yourself trembling, your muscles tightening around his fingers as he worked you expertly. Your mind screamed for it to stop, but your body was a traitor, responding to his touch like it was a lifeline. He leaned in closer, his mouth grazing your ear as he murmured, "Just say it. Tell me how much you want me to fill you up again." The words were a dark seduction, a siren's call that your body was powerless to resist.

With each word, his grip on your neck loosened slightly, his thumb tracing gentle patterns along your jawline. His breath was sweet, a stark contrast to the metallic taste of your own blood. "Let me love you," he whispered, his voice a velvet caress that made your skin crawl and your stomach churn. "Let me give you everything you've ever dreamed of." His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, and you felt your mouth open slightly, his words a drug that clouded your judgment.

Your mind reeled with the promise of escape, of a life free from the pain and fear that now suffocated you. You wanted to believe him, to give in to the dark allure of his words. But deep down, you knew it was a lie. He was a predator, a monster masquerading as a savior. "Anything," he murmured, his eyes searching yours, "just tell me what you want, and it's yours." The weight of his body was a constant reminder of his power, his fingers still moving inside you with a disturbing gentleness.

You searched for something, anything to cling to, a way out of the horror that had become your reality. And in that moment, a spark of defiance flickered to life. "Get out," you whispered, your voice hoarse from screaming into his hand. "Leave me alone." The words were a whispered challenge, a declaration of your refusal to be his plaything.

He paused, his eyes narrowing, his thumb still circling your clit. "What did you say?" His voice was deceptively calm, a serpent coiled and ready to strike. But you felt a shift in the air, a hint of doubt in his touch. You knew you had to be careful, to play the part of the victim while searching for a way to fight back.

"Please," you whimpered, forcing a tremble into your voice, "please don't do this." Your eyes searched his, trying to find a shred of humanity in the monster that held you captive. His hand stilled, and for a moment, you thought you'd convinced him. But then his smile grew, a chilling twist of his lips that sent a cold shiver down your spine.

"You're so convincing," he said, his voice low and mocking. "But we both know the truth, don't we?" He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your face. "Your body tells me everything I need to know." His hand around your neck tightened, a silent warning not to challenge him. His thumb slid back to your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make your breath hitch.

You felt a flicker of anger, a small flame of rebellion that grew with each sickening stroke. "No," you choked out, your voice a hoarse whisper. "It's not what I want." But even as you denied it, your body was betraying you again, your pussy clenching around his fingers. The pleasure was a living lie, a mockery of everything you felt for him before this night.

Gerard leaned in closer, his teeth grazing your earlobe. "Oh, but it is," he murmured, his voice a dark symphony of temptation. "You can't lie to me, not like this." His words were a taunt, a declaration of his victory over your will. You felt his breath on your neck as he took in your scent, his fangs scraping against your skin. The anticipation was a knife's edge, cutting through the fog of fear and pain.

You swallowed hard, your eyes searching the room for anything that could serve as a weapon. But it was a futile effort; he had chosen his hunting ground well. The room was empty, stripped of anything that could help you. The only sounds were the ragged gasps of your own breath and the wet, obscene noises of his fingers moving in and out of you. You could feel his cock, still hard and demanding, pressing against your inner thigh. The thought of him taking you again was almost too much to bear.

With a snarl, you reached down and grabbed his wrist, trying to pull his hand away from your pussy. He laughed, the sound a chilling counterpoint to the seriousness of the situation. "So feisty," he said, his grip tightening around your throat. "But it's too late for that." His thumb continued to circle your clit, and you bit back a whimper of pleasure.

He leaned in, peppering your face with wet, open-mouthed kisses. "How about you be a good girl and just take my cock, yeah?" he murmured, his voice a seductive hiss that made your skin crawl. His other hand reached up to fondle your underdeveloped breast, his cold, claw-like fingers pinching your tender nipple. The sensation was a mix of pain and arousal that had you writhing beneath him, hating yourself for the response your body couldn't help but give.

With a grin, he flipped you onto your stomach, your face buried in the pillows. The fabric muffled your cries as he pushed your legs apart, his body looming over you like a dark specter. "Don't go stiff," he warned, his voice a harsh whisper, "it'll hurt." The reality of his words sank in, and you forced yourself to relax, your body trembling with fear and revulsion.

You felt the mattress shift as he positioned himself behind you, his cock, still slick with your blood and juices, pressing against your bruised entrance. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back as he entered you once more, the pillows muffling your screams. Each thrust was a painful reminder of his dominance, your body stretching to accommodate his thickness. The smell of him was everywhere, a heady mix of lust and power that made your stomach churn.

His balls slapped against your ass with each movement, the sensation a stark contrast to the coldness of his skin. Each time he buried himself to the hilt, you felt the heat of his body deep inside you, the reality of his invasion impossible to ignore. His breath was hot on your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he whispered sweet nothings that curdled in your ears. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice a dark symphony of possession. "I own every part of you."

The bed frame groaned in protest, the springs squeaking with the force of his thrusts. You could feel the sticky mess of your combined fluids coating your thighs, a sticky reminder of his dominance. His hand moved up to your neck, his grip tightening as he began to fuck you harder, the pain bringing tears to your eyes. "Scream for me," he ordered, his voice a harsh command. "Let me hear how much you love it."

You bit down on the pillow, muffling your cries as best you could. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of hearing you beg, but your body was no longer your own. Each thrust sent waves of painful pleasure through you, a twisted symphony of agony and arousal that you couldn't ignore. His other hand slid down to your clit, his thumb pressing down with just the right amount of pressure to send sparks of pleasure shooting through your body.

The sound of his skin slapping against yours was a rhythmic beat in the quiet of the night, a morbid soundtrack to the horror playing out. You felt his cock swell even further inside you, the pressure building until it was almost unbearable. Your muscles tightened, preparing for the inevitable release. You clenched your eyes shut, willing it to stop, but it was as if your body had a mind of its own.

With a feral growl, he leaned down and bit into your shoulder, the pain sharp and sudden. Your muffled scream was lost in the fabric of the pillow as you felt him come, his hot seed filling you up. Your body responded in kind, betraying you once again with a powerful orgasm that had you bucking against him. He held you down, grunting with each spurt of his release, his teeth still embedded in your skin.

As the tremors of his climax subsided, he pulled out of you, his grip on your hair releasing. You collapsed onto the mattress, your body a trembling mess of pain and pleasure. The metallic taste of your own blood mingled with your tears as you lay there, panting and defeated. He rolled you onto your back, his eyes gleaming in the dim light as he licked the blood from your neck, his tongue hot and rough against your sensitive skin.

"Look at me," he demanded, his voice a low growl. You met his gaze, the defiance in your eyes replaced with a dull emptiness. He studied you for a moment, his expression unreadable. "You're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you?" He whispered, his thumb tracing the fresh bite marks on your neck. "You're going to do everything I say."

You nodded weakly, the fight draining out of you. What was the point in resisting? Your body had already betrayed you once; it would surely do so again. He smirked, pleased with your response. "That's my girl," he said, his voice a dark caress that made your skin crawl. He leaned in and kissed you, his tongue forcing its way past your lips, tasting of your blood and his own saliva.

As he pulled away, you felt a strange warmth spread through your body, a sensation that was both soothing and terrifying. It was as if he were marking you from the inside out, leaving a part of himself in every inch of your being. Your eyes fluttered closed, unable to meet his gaze any longer. The weight of his body lifted from yours, and you heard the rustle of clothing as he dressed.

The sound of his belt buckling was a stark reminder of the reality of your situation. He was going to leave you here, used and discarded like a piece of trash. "Are you just going to leave me like that?" you managed to croak out, the words barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

Gerard paused, his eyes flickering down to the mess between your legs before meeting yours again. "We're not done yet," he said, his voice a dark promise that sent a cold shiver down your spine. "But you need to rest, little one. I have big plans for you." He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "I'll be watching you, always."

The room grew colder as he left, the door clicking shut with a finality that echoed through the silence. You lay there, your body still trembling with aftershocks of pain and unwanted pleasure. The smell of him lingered, a heady mix of cologne and sweat that made you want to retch. Your mind raced, trying to process the horror of what had just happened, the reality of your new life as his toy, his pet, his...lover?

[dentos-wife]

Just saw Sonic 3 a second time which allowed me to put this into writing.

After sitting on what it is I like so much more about movie Shadow than the game one (who I also enjoy don’t get me wrong) and I think I hit on two things

Maria feels much less than a plot device and Shadow’s grief is much rawer.

I go over them below the cut and warning this is really long

1) Maria feels much less than a plot device.

Yes she’s no longer ill-*as far as we know* but her illness isn’t a defining trait anymore. In the game project shadow is tied to curing her illness he was created for her and thus you could argue they’ve been tied together since the day he was born which is wholesome and has platonic soulmate vibes and it’s great BUT I like choice. And this whole movies theme is choice. They hammer pretty hard it's all about making the right choices in the end. Well Maria fits that theme too.

In Sonic 3 she of her own volition choose him. We don’t know why she’s with her granddad, she could still be sick and that’s why he takes her everywhere with him we just do not know. But that is no longer important what important is she sees Shadow floating in that little tube and goes over to him, draws a little bunny face. She places her hand on the tube and decides he’ll be her friend and that is so powerful for him when everyone looks at him as some kind of alien freak. She kidnaps him from all the tests they do on him, is the only one who sees him as he is. She even mentions choices when they're looking at the stars after she sneaks them both to the top of the base to look at them. (I don’t like him no longer being a lab creation but I’ll live lol. I still think Black Doom created him, that comet he came down on is very much a Black Doom reference)

But back to Maria. She is also given a character now, she likes music, likes to roller skate, enjoys movies, gets into trouble, makes a little fort it’s very base character to go off of yes but it gives us so much more of a look at the girl she was and the influence in Shadow’s life she was. She’s no longer a protect the planet martyr we know nothing about she’s just…a girl. A young girl with a big heart who meant the world to Shadow and she’s gone. I did enjoy the interactions in Shadow Generations as well and it was about time but Maria in that still feels like she exists to die, to further Shadow's story and in the movie, I don't know how to explain it but she feels more like a real girl than a character trope.

2) Shadow’s grief is rawer and he doesn’t know how to handle it.

In the game Sonic Adventure 2 Shadow is living out a lie, we find out his memories are manipulated by Gerald and once he finally remembers he sacrifices himself to protect Maria’s true wish to live a life filled with purpose and protect the world even if she has to die (and then he was so popular they brought him back yada yada you know the drill)

Again, there’s nothing wrong with it. But so much of it hinders on Maria being this purer than life heavenly lamb that gets sacrificed who we know next to nothing about which eh isn’t a trope I’m fond of. In the movies this is changed to you are who you chose and you're my friend Shadow which I prefer, makes the relationship feel more grounded and real.

Sonic 3 Shadow has no memory manipulation at all. He sees the one person he cared about, the one friend he had die from a tube of his own chaos energy. Yes I do agree they are cowards for not letting her get shot and making GUN not as much of an antagonist, we’ll get to that; but how they had her die instead? From Shadow’s own power? That’s a great compromise. He doesn’t even have time to think about it and is automatically thrown into a liquid prison for 50 years. Who knows how many times that memory played over and over on his head? He says it's all I known for 50 years. Imagine seeing the one person you care about die over and over again it's almost like Shadow was in his own personal time loop but he had no control over anything.

So edgy mcedgestr wakes up in what’s basically a brand new world after suffering for 50 years and everyone is after him, he’s in pain doesn’t know why, is pissed off can’t trust anyone including the blue thing that looks like him; Sonic stepped out of a GUN helicopter he knows he will NEVER trust GUN but he recognizes Gerald who says they’ll get revenge so he follows him because it's familiar to him, and Gerald knew and was close to Maria too.

When Tom is on the brink on death (Which would NOT have been as powerful if we didn't see Tom and Sonic bond for two movies before this so well done) Sonic is PISSED, Shadow feels validated and he sees himself in the other hedgehog; he knows Sonic will kill him because he knows exactly how Sonic feels. He loses to Sonic who kicks the emeralds out of him and accepts defeat- allowing Sonic to take the revenge he wants. And Sonic stops. Sonic who has the exact same rage refuses to give into it. He makes the choice to not kill Shadow out of revenge. Shadow is confused he thought he figured everything out. Sonic's one choice changed his world view.

He remembers Maria’s words about the stars as he sits on the moon with Sonic learning about grief how it never leaves but you live with it and the memories he has aren't a bad thing if he chooses to keep the love in them, a light shines even though the star is gone, the new main quote, VERY different from the game but it works here very well. This time it’s about how those gone are still with you and you can always cherish those memories instead of dwelling on them and yes we all know this it’s the most basic of basic messages but Shadow needs to learn it! Maria, his star is gone but her light still shines on everyone she touched. That’s the beauty of this quote and it works so well with what they did with Shadow.

I would argue that’s why Shadow didn’t have his, “is this what you wanted Maria…” line it’s no longer about what she wants, though there is a great line where he questions what Maria would have wanted, but in the end it’s about the choice Shadow makes what Shadow himself wants, and Shadow decides to accept his feelings. Live with his guilt, live with his grief, live with his happy memories of Maria and use everything in his power to save the world from himself and Gerald’s revenge. Yes in the end he does think he’s going to die, but he’s sacrificing himself with a purpose and understanding for himself, not Maria though she’s still the catalyst. He spent the whole time alive figuring out what he wanted and, he would have died at peace instead of dying vengeful.

But he survives unlike in SA2, (remember to stay for the second scene in the end credits everyone) so we don’t have to give him some silly reason to come back to life. He’s alive and now he can live not for Maria’s wish but for himself. He’s alive and will always feel Maria’s absence, some days will be better than others and he probably needs a good cry but he made his choice for himself and he’ll continue to make more and live in the world. And I think that’s a damn good arc.

As for the rest I do think the movie would have been more powerful as a whole if Gerald wasn’t a loon and they went more into Shadow’s military purpose, showing a change in Gerald over time was he always batshit insane? I like to think he went mad with his grief of losing his granddaughter and feeling used by GUN. Or maybe at 104 he just lost what's left of his brain. But all he wanted was vengeance and he'd use anyone to get it. As he said it's not about what Maria wanted but it's about punishment. Gerald could have even had Ivo who thought the world of him but that wasn't enough he made the choice to value punishment over everything else. This parallel's Shadow in a way Shadow accepting grief and all the feelings that come with it. Gerald refuses and will kill everyone and himself first

GUN was...lol. I do like they don't confuse Shadow and Sonic anymore that was always hard to take in in SA2 but Walters had the lamest death ever if he's really dead. Rockwell they had to set up to dislike Team Sonic and I got the vibe she didn't jive with them since the beginning. So yeah this stuff was meh, Shadow was practically perfect though so I can forgive it

Anyway as a Shadow fan who always wanted more on Maria the person I love this change and I love how much it focuses on not just the choices Sonic makes (and hits you over the head with) but the choices Shadow makes which all comes down to the ultimate choice that started it all. Maria choosing Shadow.

[the-writerwoman]

Heeeeey it’s me! 😁

I’m still in the coughing up a lung stage and generally feeling unwell still, but I was up all night last night and had a 4am brainrot! So of course I had to get it out. It’s only a short one today, but it kept itching my brain. I might make another one for this AU.

It was inspired by some artwork on X I saw, where Deadpool was the Ghostface in Dead by daylight and he was mori-ing Logan and I love Ghostface so it stuck in my brain. I did try to find the art again so I could credit it here but I couldn’t. If anyone does, let me know! It’s an all red picture.

Anyway. Trigger warning: There is mentioning of stabbing and wounds, but the descriptions aren’t overly graphic. Deadpool and Ghostface are their own warning 😂

Anyways, enjoy!

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The forest was eerily quiet, a blanket of oppressive stillness broken only by Logan’s steady, measured breathing. His sharp eyes scanned the dense woods around him, catching every rustling leaf, every flicker of shadow. He wasn’t used to being hunted. It grated against everything in his nature. And this guy, Ghostface as he learned from the news, whoever he was, was damn good.

Logan paused, crouching low behind a thick tree trunk, his claws itching to extend. He wanted this over with, but there was something about the masked man that unsettled him. He wasn’t like the average lunatic. This one had a predator’s instinct, a drive that felt too familiar for comfort.

He’d doubled back twice already, deliberately taking a false trail to lose him. Logan smirked grimly. No way the bastard kept up. He straightened, ready to move, when a weight crashed into him from the side.

Logan hit the ground with a grunt, his ribs slamming into the hard earth. He twisted, swinging his fists, but the man was already moving, faster than he’d expected. A blade gleamed in the moonlight, then a burning pain erupted across Logan’s stomach as it sliced through his shirt and skin in one swift motion.

“Ah, fuck!” Logan roared, his voice carrying through the trees. He shoved the man off with a surge of force.

The masked man rolled back gracefully, landing a few feet away and leapt up like it was nothing. His head tilted, almost playfully, as he watched Logan clutch his stomach.

Logan pressed his hand to the wound, waiting for it to heal. His fingers trailed over his stomach, and when he pulled them away, they were bloody, but that was it. No wound. No torn flesh. Just smooth, unblemished skin.

The man in the mask let out a soft gasp, his hand fluttering dramatically to his chest. “Oh my God,” he said, voice distorted through the mask but brimming with disbelief. “Are you telling me I did all that work, and you just, what? Put yourself back together? Like a goddamn action figure?”

Logan stood up and stared at him, the white mask glowing in the moonlight. The permanent scream etched onto the mask unsettling him. “Who are you?” He questioned angrily.

The man tilted his head the other way, his fingers tapping idly on the hilt of his knife. “Who am I? Buddy, who the hell are you? You’re like a one-man freak show. I cut you open, and you just… undo it? That’s cheating.”

Logan’s eyes narrowed, his stance shifting as he sized up his opponent. “Cheating? You’re the psycho playing dress-up and cutting people up.”

The man burst into laughter, a high, giddy sound that echoed through the woods. “Oh, I like this. You’re a tough one. A mutant, I’m guessing? Never carved up one of you before. I’m tingling with excitement.”

Logan growled, his claws twitching. “I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing, but you picked the wrong guy.”

“Oh, no, no, no,” the masked man said, waving a finger at him. “See, you’re exactly the right guy. You heal fast, right? That means I get to keep cutting. Over and over and over again.” He stepped forward, his blade catching the moonlight as he spread his arms wide, like he was offering himself to the night. “We can play all night, kitty cat.”

Logan growled, his claws sliding out fully. “Yeah? Try it and see what happens.”

The man cackled, spinning the knife in his hand like a toy. “Oh, big scary claws. You think those scare me?” He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a more sultry tone. “They don’t. They just make me want to keep you and see how far that healing factor goes.”

Logan didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. His claws gleamed in the moonlight as he lunged forward, ready to end this twisted game once and for all.

[solarmag1c]

green eggs and ham was nominated for an annie award! congrats geah!!!

[growling]

on the third trial of v3 (and although i can feeeel the impending shinguuji incest plot breathing down my neck) and man i love kiibo more than life itself. me and kiibo against the world. he got so fucking mad he flashbanged everybody and i 100% approve little guy got mercilessly bullied the whole game and tossed towards a water tank like a garbage bag he should be allowed to kill and maim

[reluctantcheesecake]

God I need to get sappy in tags over tbis stupid bear okay

[shoveitevil]

gang im still as sad as i was b4 my birthday but in a new hopeful way with way more questions so that’s interesting

[chososrightnipple]

❝𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 + 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨)❞

a/n: almost four hundred followers omg.. i love all you freaks mwah!! here is part two as promised. included some requests for characters. aged up! megumi and yuji of course. might do a part three maybeeee? afab body w/no gendered language as usual.

part one.

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. *. ⋆ TOJI FUSHIGURO

▸ panty stealing. he thinks of it as memorabilia. snatching your panties from the floor before you have the chance to put them back on- just something he keeps to remember you bye.

▸ daddy kink. we all saw this coming, right? you call him daddy once and it's all he needs to fuck you into the bed for the rest of the night.

▸ thigh riding. seeing you frotting against his large thigh, desperate to cum, pussy practically drooling for it... his favorite foreplay 100%.

▸ cum play. this man will cum anywhere and everywhere and he'll love it. let him cum on your face, your ass, your chest, your back, down your throat, etc etc.

▸ hatefucking. angry sex after an argument where he takes out all of the stress you caused him on your poor holes :(

▸ breeding. you can give him another baby, can't you? you can make him a daddy all over again, right? just let him cum inside of you as much as he wants, he'll make it happen, he swears.

▸ exhibitionism. you grind against him once on the bar floor and next thing you know he's dragging out to the empty alleyway and pressing you against the nearest wall.

▸ size difference. he's so large, so big, every single part of him practically overtaking you. and he gets off on that fact so fucking hard!!

. *. ⋆ NANAMI KENTO

▸ cockwarming. seating himself inside your warm pussy while he's stuck doing all kinds of boring paperwork. he'll fuck you, he swears, you just gotta sit pretty on his lap for a little bit, okay?

▸face fucking. he loves taking out all of his stress on you. gripping your hair as he uses your mouth mercilessly, bullying his cock down the back of your tight throat.

▸blindfolding. silk ribbons in a variety of colors that he matches to the underwear you're modeling for him. only the best for his lover <3

▸ thigh riding. there's no better way to put him in the mood than pathetically grinding yourself against his thigh, using his body selfishly for your own pleasure.

▸ hair pulling. y'all know that one scene... he pulls at your hair exactly like that. fingers going white with how tight he's tugging at you, manipulating your position until you're face to face with his scowl.

▸ spanking. makes you count for every slap and if you miscount, he's starting all over again. pay better attention to him next time, yeah?

▸ semi-public. yes, he will bend you right over his desk, no he doesn't care there's a meeting going on next door. or better yet, against the window of the fourth floor, overlooking the busy street below it.

▸ phone sex. it really isn't any problem that he's across the country on a mission. even just the sound of your whines over the phone is enough to get him off.

. *. ⋆ MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

▸ panty stealing. he would say he feels bad about it, but he doesn't. you looked so good in the lacey little things, he can't help but want to keep them for later. even has his own little drawer for them.

▸ masochism. the stinging pain of your nails running down his back is utterly euphoric. and don't get him started on how harshly you tug at his hair when he's eating you out- he can cum in his boxers just from that alone.

▸ breast play. massaging at the skin, feeling the plumpness under his fingertips. sucking at your nipples and leaving a trail of kisses down the valley of your breasts. he's obsessed.

▸ edging. leaving you just on the brink of release over and over again, until tears are streaming down your face. he'll let you cum eventually, you just look so pretty this worked up for him.

▸ marking. oh my goddd do not get megumi started on this. he doesn't know why it gets him so worked up- seeing you covered in the hickeys and bite marks that he's left on you- but it does.

▸ cunnilingus. eats you out like a man starved, like he'll never eat you out again. pulling him away from your poor pussy is next to impossible if he's not yet done with his meal.

▸ mutual masturbation. sometimes you both just need to relaxation of release and nothing more. sitting across from each other on the bed, or maybe side by side, listening to the moans of the other as you both touch yourselves.

▸ dacryphilia. like adoptive father like adopted son. seeing your eyes brim with tears from how good he's fucking you drives him crazy.

. *. ⋆ YUJI ITADORI

▸ ass play. we all know he's an ass man i mean come on?! doggy style is his favorite position just because of it. seeing how the fat of your ass moves with every slap of his hips is fucking addicting.

▸ praise kink. tell him how good he's fucking you and how much of a good boy he is pleaseeee!!!!

▸ toys. he didn't realize how much he would love bringing toys into the bedroom until he sees how hard you can cum around him while he holds a vibrator to your clit.

▸ raw sex. he knows it's stupid, fucking you with no protection. you're pussy just feels so good, so warm, he needs to fuck you raw.

▸ face riding. please sit on his face, suffocate him, he doesn't care. it's his favorite position to eat you out.

▸ overstimulation. poor baby doesn't even mean to overstimulate you half of the time- he just has so much stamina, you understand that, right? and seeing you so flushed and fucked out under him has him so horny. just one more round, yeah? you can do that for him, right?

▸ dirty talk. yuji is a yapper and that doesn't stop when he's fucking you. the filth that comes out of his mouth has you wet just thinking about it.

▸ dry humping. the tension, the intimacy, the panting, the friction?? all of it, it's like a drug to him.

[enderlovez]

Germs

Spencer Reid x Female BAU Reader WORD COUNT: 719

Summary: Everyone is shocked when the genius germaphobe drinks directly from your water bottle, you even more so when it was actually just a plot.

Content Warning: Mentions of germs and being a germaphobe, reader has some slightly unholy thoughts, slightly suggestive at the end

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It's just a normal day in the BAU. You're silently sitting at your desk, scanning through the paperwork from the case you and the team just closed. It was a hard one, and you had to spend close to three weeks across the country, so it's a relief to be home.

Only problem there — the case was located in Arizona, a state commonly known for being hot. So you, and everyone else, got into the habit of drinking extensive amounts of water, a habit that's surprisingly hard to kick now that you're back in Virginia.

Not to mention how it feels so much colder here now.

You shudder and pick up the water bottle you picked up from the gas station on the way here, pulling up the top and drinking deeply from it. It's not like you're even really thirsty, but you just can't help it!

"Y/N?" someone asks from behind you, making you jump and let out this embarrassing squeak. You turn spin around in your chair to find the one and only Doctor Spencer Reid, standing in front of you with his hands clasped, nervously twiddling his thumbs.

"What can I do for you, Handsome?" you ask teasingly, fighting back the goofy smile that threatens to take over your face.

Embarrassed, his face turns a delicious crimson, hands moving to clasp together behind his back. He's so freaking adorable, all you want to do is eat him sometimes.

"May I please have..." The rest of his sentence is lost in translation as his voice trails off into something you can't hear, but you're sure that no matter what he was asking, you'd give it to him in a heartbeat.

"M'sorry, what was that?" you ask, relaxing back into your chair as you observe him. He really is the prettiest boy you've ever seen, with his glasses and puppy-dog eyes. It's a miracle you can even form a , coherent sentence when he's around.

"May I please..." he starts again, pausing briefly to look around, "may I please have some of your water?"

Your eyes widen at his request, but you smile and nod nonetheless, staring at the bottle in your hands as you pass it up to him, the top already popped up.

You're not sure what you really expected him to do with it, considering Spencer Reid would never put his mouth where someone elses was, especially not when he saw it there less than a minute ago.

But here he is, drinking from your water bottle like his life depends on it. He doesn't realize just how many people are watching him — the pretty germaphobe who doesn't even like shaking hands with people — doing something as simple as drinking.

It's not the drinking that they're watching.

You're definitely not thinking about the fact that he's drinking most of your water, just about the fact that he's indirectly touching his mouth with yours, and to say you're mesmerized is an understatement.

"Thank you," he murmurs when he's finished, a guilty yet somehow mischievous glint in his eyes as he looks between the almost empty bottle and you. "I'm sorry for drinking all your water. Maybe I could take you out to dinner to make up for it?" He pauses for a second, leaning slightly forward so only you can hear him. "As a... date?"

Mouth agape, all you can do is nod as he hands the bottle back to you and makes his way back to his desk. It's entirely unprofessional for the work place, but you can't exactly make yourself care.

"Reid, you know there's a place you can get your own water, right?" Morgan questions, eyes glued to Spencer as if he'd grown a third head.

"I do," he says as he sits back down at his desk, "that just felt a whole lot cleaner."

A breath you didn't realize you were holding escapes you as you slump down into your chair like a ragdoll, looking down at the still-wet nozzle of the bottle. With your face blushing madly, your put your mouth over the very place his was barely thirty seconds and down the rest of your water.

Since when was Spencer Reid so smooth?

Since when was he interested in you?

You have to get onto that man.

[formulamar]

puppy love (but it’s cats!) part 1

max verstappen x vet!yn

fc: girls from pinterest

summary: as a Monaco native, Yn has had her fair share of encounters with F1 drivers. and as a vet, she has even fostered close relationships with some of the driver's pets. what happens when she is introduced to a single Max Verstappen who has two adorable cats?

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vetyn we had the cutest visitor today! 🐱💗

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ynbestfriend: hard at work or hardly working 🧐

vetyn: you’re just jealous i’m not crunching numbers all day 🙄

ynsfriend: can’t decide who’s cuter!

albon_pets: Dr. Yn we thought WE were the CUTEST?

vetyn: i promise YOU ARE! also some of my finest patients 🐾

albono23: now i can’t help but wonder which sibling commented this 😭😭😭

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rumorhasitf1: 🚨 RUMOR HAS IT 🚨

Nearly 7 months after his dramatic split with his ex-girlfriend, it appears like Max is on the hunt for love 👀. Sources confirm the World Champion has recently joined the popular celebrity dating app Raya and he has been spotted out on a few dates. Is it possible we might see a new face in the RB garage soon?

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maxiellvr: lowkey i feel like he's going to end up dating who we least expect

30three: like Kendall Jenner or something 😭

rbgirl: no because when i saw that TikTok with his Raya profile I actually jumped!!!!

dutch1: sooooooooo who's gonna help a girl out and let Max know i'm free any day of the week!

vermax: no fr I wish he would do a Jeremy Fragrence type thing so I could apply to be his girlfriend 😒

verstappen4life: NOT THE JEREMY FRAGRANCE LMAODHJ

maxisfast: I never thought this day would come...@/maxverstappen1 OF COURSE I'LL MARRY YOU

frmlamax: yeah so, actually, he was on those dates with me sos xx

jimandsas1: hey, girly! so I know we don't know each other but...

maxstap1: dates. DATES. we all see that s at the end of DATE right? oh those lucky girls...

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translation: “new client”

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vetyn: joyeux anniversaire à moi 🥳 (happy anniversary to me)

it's been 6 AMAZING years of having my dream job. feeling very grateful today. can't wait to keep learning, growing and meeting adorable friends 💘

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lilymhe: LETS GOOOO YN! WE'RE ALL SUPER PROUD! (but mostly me duh)

vetyn: thank you! you're my fav! (don't tell alex pls)

alex_albon: Oh ok. Cool. We pick favorites now.

char16: now WHAT is going on in the albono house 😭

ynbestfriend: ily girl. can't wait to celebrate you this weekend 😝

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alexandrasaintmleux: Félicitations, belle ❤️‍🔥

vetyn: merci belle 🥰

albon_pets: Thanks for everything, doc 🤓

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ynfriend: so proud!

roscoelovescoco: All's My Love's Dr. YN

vetyn: Awwww thank you Roscoe, I miss ya!

russ63: NOW WHY AM I JUST FINDING OUT YN IS ROSCOE'S VET TOO????

ham1lton: omg yes. I believe he was the og f1-related client and then it was the albon pets

ynsister: love you. almost reunited 🇪🇸

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rumorhasitf1: Looks like Max Verstappen had a wild night out celebrating his 6th win of the season in Barcelona 👀

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rbgirl: THAT SHOULD BE ME HOLDING YOUR HAND THAT SHOULD BE ME MAKING YOU LAUGH THAT SHOULD BE ME THIS IS SO SAD THAT SHOULD BE MEEEEEE THAT SHOULD BE MEEEE

maxstap1: you're so quick with it LMFAO

maxlovescats: WOAH I JUST WOKE UP?????

butfirstmax: honestly i'm so happy for him go live your life king

maxisfast: is this like his frat boy era

hamstappen: I swear if they're back together and I threw that party for nothing

hamstappen: just kidding hehe

rbgirl: HELPPPPPPPPPP

vermax: rb pr team prob freaking out as we speak

30three: and Max is sleeping soundly

sluttycatdad: IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS

maxielno1: okay now... doesn't that kinda look like....

justaninchident: that's what I was thinking too

username: wait who

maxielno1: his ex

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maxverstappen1: Barcelona, that was fun! Let's do it again?

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redbullracing: 🦁

rbgirl: oh trust we saw it was fun

maxisfast: 😭

maxielno1: SIMPLY LOVELY 🥰

f1fan: LETS GO CHAMP 🙌

vetyn: mega! 💙💙

maxverstappen1: 😘💙

albono33: YN?

rbgirl: idk who this is but what is happenig here....

30three: so proud of you! 🧡

verstappen4life: yes! let’s do this everytime!

vermax: great job!!!! glad you had fun 😉

martingarrix: Mate how was the club?

maxverstappen1: Pretty good 😂

f1fan: 🔥🔥🔥

somedutchguy: LEGEND

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a/n: y’all probably caught on already but this is set during the 2024 season anddddd i just wanted to do one part but tumblr is super annoying with the image limit 🙁 but lmk if you’re interested in a pt. 2! have a great day/night 🫶💐

[quarterlifekitty]

The guys with a girlfriend who honestly.. kind of scares them

In different ways of course, but there’s still the underlying theme of her being rather unsettling

- @murderkittyz

I want you to know that this has been living in my mind. I love writing reader characters that are weird af and quite honestly unsettling

To be honest, writing Nikolai was really hard for this one, and I’m still not totally satisfied by it. I think he’s too willing to match your freak.

cw: some graphic descriptions of violence (not enacted, just threats/movie scenes etc)

Gaz is freaked out by how much you like the dark. You scare the shit out of him all the time because he’ll come home, thinking you’re not home because no lights are on in the house, and you’re so quiet— he is not proud to admit how many times he’s screamed when you suddenly said hi from a spot in the dark. And how whenever you get up in the middle of the night, you don’t turn the lights on. He asks you why, and you just say you don’t need them. Freaky.

There have been a handful of times where you were truly, extremely angry at Soap. And he almost pissed himself every single time because of how scary you get. Not because you scream or shake or slap his chest or anything, but because you don’t do any of it. Outside, you’re calm, you’re smiling. But it’s how you talk to him like he’s a child. “It’s okay. I’m just very, very angry at you right now”. It puts him on fucking edge. It creates this tension like you’re about to do something, that you’re gonna get back at him somehow in some way he’ll never see coming, but you don’t do anything. Absolutely fries his nerves.

Ghost is scared by how easily you tone switch, partially because he’s not really able to do so. The way you can be talking about someone from the base and say “he’s such a fucking prick bastard. I wanna rip off his balls and shove them down his throat far enough that he chokes”. And then the next day, you’ll greet the same guy like he’s an old friend. Extremely polite, pleasant, happy. It reminds Simon that he only sees the real you because you allow him that privilege.

Price is scared by your good memory. He’s used to being the one who remembers, the one who’s completely on top of things, the one who knows everything needed to know about everyone. But he’ll mention a colleague that you met once, for 10 minutes, years ago and you’ll ask “Is he still with Martha? She wanted to adopt a dog with him, a Siberian husky, and he seemed so scared of the commitment”. That’s scary. Makes him feel like he has a blind spot. Makes him wonder what you remember about him that even he doesn’t recall.

König is a difficult man to disgust and to scare. He’s seen a lot of things, and he himself is rather unsettling. But he’s scared and disgusted by some of your taste in movies. Things with long, painful torture scenes. All of the blood, flaying of skin, needles, ripping bones from flesh. It’s not so much that you enjoy these movies, but how you enjoy them. You lean against him, but not because you’re scared. You laugh in a way that you never do outside of watching a gorey scene, of someone crying on the floor with broken limbs. He shudders to imagine what you’d be like if you had his job.

Nikolai is unsettled by some of the fantasies you share with him, and how you convey them. Not things that you could really enact, just fantasies. “The other day I thought about being a mermaid— and you being a pirate that captured me to cut me up and sell my parts. But when you were about to cut me open you saw my cunt and decided to keep me as a fuckdoll instead, and fingered me right there with the butcher knife still on the table”. And you say it pretty nonchalantly. He’s honored that you trust him with these inner thoughts, and usually they turn him on completely, but it does creep him out just a little.

[tender-rosiey]

“IT’S LAUGHING?! IT’S ALIVE?!”

— gojo, geto, nanami, sukuna, and toji hearing the baby’s first laugh (f!reader)

a/n: guess who's back, back again then I will be gone again (probably)

GOJO SATORU:

your husband is, admittedly, a very funny guy.

his humor always manages to get to people one way or another, so even if he doesn’t get a laugh, he certainly gets some sort of reaction.

not with his little angel though, the one person that he would die to see her laugh.

no matter how much tickling or raspberries he blew, it was never a laugh, merely a smile or a very short giggle if he was lucky.

he would come across a ton of videos of babies having hearty laughs and simply wished to be able to get the same reaction out of his daughter.

it is the reason he is currently burying his face in your chest and whining, “I feel like she thinks I am just not that funny.”

“satoru, she is still a baby,” you hum, fingers carding through his hair, “you know that babies have different views about what is actually funny; actually, I saw baby not long ago at a photo of number eleven. it was so cute!”

“but I tried everything! even the unusual!” he huffs, standing up to retell all of his failed attempts, “I tried dropping stuff, quickly stirring a liquid, lightly touching her with a balloon—everything!”

he looks at his daughter with his best puppy eyes, “come on, d/n! isn’t there anything that would you laugh a belly laugh?”

a little idea pops into your head. giggling, you sneak off leaving your daughter trying to comfort her wailing papa the best she can.

d/n is caught up with satoru until you finally come back and she smiles, “mama!”

“hi baby!” you grin before smacking your husband—lightly but not so lightly—with a roll of newspaper.

he yelps, “y/n! why would you do that?!”

but he is cut off by his little girl laughing, and I mean laughing so hard she kind of leans back.

you wait until she is quiet again before smacking him with the roll one more time, and she, once more, starts laughing heartily with small little wheezes and a long breath in the end when she calms down.

your husband, mortified, picks his daughter up, “d/n! you’re not supposed to laugh when papa gets hit! you’re supposed to get sad!”

she starts giggling and kicking her feet, putting her hand lightly on his nose. she tilts her head confused, and satoru thinks he knows what she is waiting for him to say. he shan’t falter!

at least, that’s what he thinks.

d/n takes matter into her own hands and smacks him on the forehead, resulting in him yelping and her going into a laughing fit that lasted a minute or so.

how unfortunate that his most precious takes pleasure in him being hurt.

his head snaps towards you, but he guesses that it makes sense since you also love teasing him so much.

a bunch of devils he says! two cute devils he laments.

GETO SUGURU:

geto is convinced that he was blessed with two angels, her cute little twins from his beautiful wife, you. he is also convinced that they would do no wrong—which is like what wrong can a baby a couple months old do anyway.

he ignores how gojo screams about being bullied by the girls, how that one mean babysitter was yapping about how they most definitely threw their toys at her intentionally, and how miguel syas that the girls always hide his glasses because they love seeing his stressed face.

to geto suguru, his daughters could do no wrong.

aside from that, he also noticed that his daughters love playing with hair, sometimes eating it which makes him scream but oh well.

for the most part, they know to treat their father’s hair gently as they watch you and himself do it.

that’s why he never thought that his darling angels would get their first belly laughs by pulling on his freaking bangs.

each twin holds one of the bangs and with all their baby power, they pull and pull almost like they want to tear it off his head.

and while he adores that his daughter are laughing so much—for the first time too—that they stumble back almost turn red, but he really doesn’t want to bald before heat least reaches his 50 or something.

another problem is that you never interfere unless he straight up screams for your help.

that made him realize how much of a common occurrence it is and he finally decided that he needed to put his foot down.

so he sat his girls down—including you because you’ve tolerated the violation of your husband’s hairline so much—and took a deep breath.

“girls, we need to learn that papa’s hair is fragile and we shouldn’t pull on it so much,” he turns to you with the quirk of an eyebrow. “right, honey?”

you barely hold back your smile before nodding and loyally supporting your husband, “why, of course, my love!”

he rolls his eyes, “so, be good girls and don’t pull on my bangs, please?”

one of the twins, while the other frowns and starts fussing. you lock eyes with your husband, and you both try to telepathically figure how to handle this, until your other twin starts crying.

now, you have two crying babies.

congratulations!

so your husband concedes and kneels in front of them, bravely offering his bangs. almost instantly, they stop crying and start pulling the bangs on their respective sides.

they start laughing and squealing again, and geto starts to think that balding is a small price to pay for his angels’ happiness.

he should probably stop calling them that though.

NANAMI KENTO:

now, in constrant to nanami, his daughter came out all bubbly and smiley, and it had nanami going as soft as a marshmallow.

it also didn’t help that d/n is convinced that her dad is indeed a marshmallow in which that she could only touch him softly.

she would gently pat his cheeks, press clumsy little kisses to his forehead, and squeal in order to cuddle with you or him. she also is extremely empathetic and starts crying whenever she sees someone hurt or genuinely frowning.

that was also the reason why gojo adored her since her crying cut anyone’s session of bullying him short. though, of course, he buys her a ton of toys to make up and comfort her.

he fails to realize that the true way to comfort her is to place in your arms or nanami’s.

like that one time when she bumped her head lightly and started crying profusely, throwing punches at gojo who was supposed to be babysitting her—poor choice but who am I to judge. she screamed and squirmed, demanding she be comforted.

however, none of the toys gojo bought were working.

and the two of you were called into a mission, so he literally is rendered helpless. that is until nanami returns a tad bit early than planned, and satoru couldn’t have been more relieved.

he hurriedly places d/n in kento’s arms, and the little girl takes a few seconds to realize who is holding her now.

she looks up, smiling at her dad. he instantly smiles back, “hey there,” he hums, “did you miss me?”

anyway back to what i was saying: a very sensitive and empathetic baby, right?

so when one day, you have your girl perched on your lap and nanami is going all out with scolding gojo, no one expects your daughter to burst one laughing.

you giggle, looking at her, “d/n, you like seeing papa scold uncle gojo?”

gojo gasps, “what?!”

you usher your husband, “babe, try it again!”

nanami nods with determination and gathers everything gojo ever bothered him with and translates it into a bunch of very child-friendly insults.

with each reproach, gojo deflates and d/n starts laughing more, squealing and wheezing. your husband abandons the crushed gojo and goes to hold d/n in his hands, “you okay there?”

she squeals and reaches for her feet, eyes never leaving her father’s. you coo, “she is so cute!”

“I never imagined my daughter would laugh at the sight of me, out of all people, scolding gojo.”

a very wounded gojo screams, “well I sure did! you family of haters!”

your husband frowns, but before he can talk, d/n cups his face and starts babbling a bunch of nonsense. nonetheless, your husband hangs onto every bit of said nonsense. 

gojo takes that chance to flee to the hills.

meanwhile, you’re holding a camera and recording the lecture(?) your tiny angel is giving your husband.

RYOMEN SUKUNA:

your baby is the son of the all-mighty king of curses.

the man who sends terrors throughout the lands, the mere sight of his face is enough to cause someone to pee themselves.

everyone cowers in front of him, except you and more recently his son. on the contrary, in fact, your son can’t help but cackle whenever his dad puts on his “scary” face.

the first time it ever happened was when you were strolling the palace with s/n in your arms.

you know not to enter the throne room whenever sukuna has the villagers over to “hear their complains” as it almost always ended with him slicing one part of their body off.

you figured that it would be okay to at least pass by it since they always had the door closed—that started when you gave birth—but to your surprise, the door was open this time, giving you and your son a front row seat to sukuna degrading his subject.

“you’re wasting my time,” your husband states, and the villagers starts panicking.

“a-apologies my lord, pl-please grant me a-another chance!”

your husband scowls, “and now you’re ordering me around?”

the villager starts crying and kneels to the ground. on the other hand, your son couldn’t have been laughing more. his laugh echoed so loudly in the room that it drew everyone’s attention.

sukuna stares at the baby in your arms and scowls again, “y/n, why is he here?”

your son squeals and starts laughing again, hiding his face in your chest. you light up at his laughter, and sukuna finds himself livid at how the scene makes him feel content—until he notices the villager staring at you as well, what a short-lived happiness.

swiftly, sukuna slashes the villagers into cubes, and your son—who came out of his hiding spot—bursts into a fit of giggles that has you wondering just how much of sukuna’s sadism was passed to your darling son.

while you ponder over that, sukuna quickly makes his way to you, dismissing all the servants and tasking them with taking out the trash.

when your husband is right in front of you, you look up at him with a frown, “my son is laughing at torture, sukuna.”

“he is probably laughing at how pathetic the man looked,” he says as he smirks and pulls you close.

you huff and bounce s/n lightly, “shut up, old man.”

sukuna quirks an eyebrow and leans to be on your eye level. his hand is placed on your head, and he threatens, “you’re insulting your husband?”

s/n gasps lightly before harshly latching on sukuna’s face, fingers digging into his second pair of eyes. sukuna does not give any reaction except standing up to his full height.

your son, however, is relentless and is still hanging onto your husband’s face.

you don’t know how to react. sukuna doesn’t know how to react.

s/n just lets out a series of battle cries.

FUSHIGURO TOJI:

if there is anything that toji is doubtful of is whether his son actually loves him or not.

why you ask? well, the only thing that gets the kid laughing—aside from you laughing or smiling—is literally any inconvenience that happens to him.

he remembers that one time when shiu was over to discuss some business, nothing out of the norm. megumi was on just sat on his high chair beside toji since you were at work.

toji was just sipping on his coffee when he burned his tongue, “gosh damn it!”

shiu was about to make fun of him, but megumi beat him to it as he started laughing heartily, even taking breaths in between to calm down but to no avail.

toji’s eyes widen as he stands up to go to his son, “no way you’re laughing at me getting—what the hell?!”

toji groans after he bumps into the table, glaring at his son who starts laughing all over again. meanwhile, shiu chuckles and teases toji, “I think your son just loves you so much, doesn’t he?”

your husband rises to his feet, quickly carrying megumi and lifting him in the air. he grumbles, “I want my wife back.”

another time was when you guys grocery shopping.

you had most of the list crossed out and the only thing left was the frozen vegetables. easy, right?

so you, your husband, and son quickly made your way to the section—since megumi wanted to go to the park later to play with yuuji.

megumi stays in your arms, while toji goes to grab them. considering how unlucky this man is, the bag slips from his hand and falls flat on his face, and it freaking stays there.

to your darling son, comedy had never reached this peak, so he lets out a guttural laugh.

you want to join in on the laughter, but you noticed that toji is standing still, with the bag on his face.

so you walk to him, gently taking off the bag and teasing him, “you okay, champ? that made quite the noise.”

“don’t even start,” he groans and buries his face in your shoulder, ignoring the wheezing megumi. he then starts complaining, “they keep whining about how he is a quiet and shy kid, but he sure ain’t with me.”

“isn’t that a good thing? It’s important for him to feel free around his dad.”

he turns his head towards you, a frown plastered on his face, “no kid laughs whenever his dad gets ridiculed by life.”

“you told me that you laughed when your dad fell down a flight of stairs,” you deadpan.

“that’s because my dad is an ass; I am not,” he pauses, “for the most part.”

apparently, megumi senses his dad’s distress and starts slowly patting his head, albeit shyly. he lowers his gaze and mumbles, “so’y.”

toji’s eyes widen and he is frozen in place for a moment. your son takes note of that and starts staring him in the eye, waiting for his reaction.

your husband doesn’t take long for a small smile to break out as he lets a small sigh, “’s okay kid,” he hums and pets his head.

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guilty pleasure - park jisung

pairing: jisung x afab reader

wc: 764

warnings: virgin!jisung, praising, kissing, overstimulation, dry humping, handjob, crying, jisung cums in his pants.

requests: open!

A/N: this is based on a reddit post i saw on twitter and i thought it SCREAMMED jisung. I put my own lil twist to it tho🫶🏾 hope you guys enjoy! feedback highly appreciated :)

“fuck— s-shit!” you pulled back from your boyfriend's lips scanning his face for any type of discomfort.

“ji? what’s wrong—“ jisung froze and so did you. you looked down at his lap seeing a clear visible stain over his sweatpants. he tried his best to cover his lap with his hands giggling when he kept apologizing to you repeatedly.

“baby it’s okay” jisung knew you didn’t care about him cumming in his pants but he did. It was embarrassing. and he would much rather not have his sweatpants be sticky every time you two kissed. you and jisung have been dating a little over a year now and you’ve only had heavy makeout sessions. jisung was a virgin and wanted to wait which you respected but every time you two made out he felt his urges were growing stronger. even feeling the need to finally masturbate for the first time but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Not yet.

you could kiss him for five seconds and he’s pulling back trying to calm himself down not wanting to cum. If you squeezed his thigh or got a little handsy he would stop you before continuing to get his heart rate to slow down. jisung didn’t understand why you didn’t freak out over him cumming in his pants but you honestly found it cute and it gave you a bit of a confidence boost.

It’s been almost a month since you last made out with jisung and you were starting to miss it. jisung was avoiding another makeout sesh too scared he’ll cum in his pants again. he avoided any type of long kisses from you, always feeling his cock get rock hard when your lips begin to linger a little too long. jisung was proud of himself for keeping his cool for a month hoping the next time the two of you made out it won’t leave his pants sticky.

jisung arrived at your apartment with flowers in his hands and a smile on his face. excited to take you on a date after not seeing you for a while.

“baby?” he called, walking in your apartment “in here!” you shouted back from your bedroom bathroom.

jisung smiled once again hearing your voice as he made his way to your bedroom mouth going completely dry he saw you step out the bathroom. your black long dress hugged your body in all the right places. you smelt like his favorite perfume and you had on the promise ring he got you a while back.

“you look beautiful” jisung breathed out, handing you the roses. “thank you baby” you cooed quickly pecking his lips. jisung kissed you again this time deepening the kiss catching you by surprise making you drop the flowers. he pushed you back on the bed hovering over you. you wrapped your arms tightly around jisung’s neck while your plush lips move in sync against his.

jisung could already feel himself getting hard humping against your leg to get some type of friction. you moaned at the contact, his hard cock pressing in between your legs rubbing against your clit.

“gonna cum gonna cum” jisung chanted out between kisses, his hips stuttering as he came staining his black jeans.

“please” he panted. “touch me please” jisung was already pulling his still hard cock out his pants before you could even say anything. his cock red and dripping in his cum.

you slowly started pumping his cock in your hand jisung closing his eyes at the touch. whimpering at the overstimulation.

“does it feel good ji?” you asked kissing at his neck jisung letting out another whimper “y-yes”

you felt your panties sticking to your cunt as you got jisung off. his whines of your name and the way he bucked his hips in your fist turned you on so much.

“baby— i’m close again” jisung's voice cracked as he rested his head on your chest, his second orgasm approaching quickly. you felt a tear fall onto your shoulder looking at jisung. his sweet moans started to turn into small sobs.

“i’m gonna fucking cum” he cried out ropes of cum hitting your dress watching jisung legs shake as he comes down from his high. still letting out small sobs from the overstimulation.

“oh ji” you cooed, pushing his now sweaty hair out his face. “you did so good baby so good” leaving a kiss on his forehead.

jisung kissed your lips again, biting at your bottom lip. he pulled back scanning your face

“need to fuck you next time. please”

[areislol]

"would you kiss me for $10 or the hottest person in the world for $1000?"

ft— blade, gepard, dan heng, jing yuan, luocha, welt, sampo, luka, argenti, dr. ratio

warning — none, just fluff! might be ooc, established relationship, gn! reader, no yanqing for this ;( mentions of kissing, might be cringe..? chinese names are simplified. not proofread.

a/n— y'all i apologize if they're ooc (can't justify it i haven't even played hsr yet) so yes. ENJOY as this is my second time writing for 'em

wordcount. 4.2k

刃 blade

✧ .... he knew it was one of those.. silly media questions that couples do to one another. and he hates you for actually doing them (not really he loves you too much)

✧ he continued to stay silent as he sat on the bench, watching as you sat beside him—anticipating for his response that will decide whether or not he will sleep on the couch or not.

✧ "ugh you big bum just answer the question!!" you groan, slumping down on the bench.

✧ blade cocks his head and raises his brow, smirking at you. "you mean the complex question that will probably lead you unhappy if i don't say the answer you were hoping for and then not talk to me for the next couple of hours as you're petty and—"

✧ you quickly shut him up with your palm over his mouth, you were now mad at him for being too god damn right. warmth spread to your cheeks as you stared at him, completely flustered.

✧ "you better shut that mouth of yours baldie." you threaten, still keeping your palm over his mouth when you felt the icky, wet and textured feeling gliding across your palm, it was his tongue.

✧ wasting no time you pulled your hand back and stared at your palm before vigorously wiping it on your shirt, absolutely disgusted. "ewwww!! and you still haven't answered my question!!" you pout.

✧ blade huffs (he's very sassy), "yeah not after calling me baldie. i'm not even bald." he was so serious about it, it was very amusing to you.

✧ you pout even more, scooching closer to him. "okay i'm sorry for calling you baldie.. and yes you aren't bald. now will you please answer my question?!" blade continues to glare at you, thinking about his answer. well, he was only pretending to anyway.

✧ he already knew his answer the second the question slipped out of your mouth, obviously, kiss you for $10 (credits). even if it was for $1000 he could easily get that amount of money in a day and plus, you are the most hottest person in the entire universe.

✧ but he decided to tease you, he put on his thinking face, tapping his finger on his chin. "hm... i really don't know it's so hard to choose..." he hums, looking down at your face as he smirks in amusement at your silly little mad face.

✧ "so hard? SO HARD FOR WHAT????" you asked, leaning in closer. oh you were for sure getting irritated now.

✧ blade chuckles before engulfing you in a tight hug as you sat on his lap, face buried in his chest. "of course kiss you for $10, i don't need $1000 anyway."

✧ "what about the pretty part?" "you are the hottest of them all, y/n."

✧ you hummed in content, happy with his answer before speaking again. "see, it wasn't a trick question at all." blade rolls his eyes. "uh huh... so you weren't going to quote-on-quote, 'ground' me if i said the wrong answer?"

✧ "....no...."

✧ (btw he was still a lil hurt when you called him baldie. like wow, it really hit him deep)

杰帕德 gepard

✧ the second you asked him the question he did not hesitate and answered within 1 billion light speed.

✧ "you of course! i don't want to a random stranger who i don't know for $1000, i don't need that money when i have you."

✧ "oh— gepard—" yeah, you almost burst into tears at his answer. it was so geniune, sweet and adorable. even his face said it all!! he looked at you with such sincere eyes as he told you his reply!!

✧ gepard almost freaked out thinking he said the wrong thing when he saw the tears welling up in your eyes, he immediately held onto your shoulders, apologizing if he did anything wrong.

✧ you shake your head no and wipe away your tears dramatically, "n—no i'm fine gepard i'm just— i didn't expect you to say your answer so quickly! when i saw other couples doing it the other person is always hesitating or something."

✧ gepard is confused, was this a test or something? (poor baby doesn't know) and so you have to explain to him what the trend is all about and all that jazz.

✧ he doesn't think that it's a bad trend or anything, if anything he encourages you to ask him more questions!! anything you ask, he will reply asap 100%!!

✧ and so you asked more questions.

✧ "you don't care about the money gepard? that's a lot though, $1000!" you exclaim, gepard shakes his head and smiles, "i already said why i don't need that money, love, i don't need the money when i have you, you're priceless."

✧ EUGHHHHHHHHH HE JUST HAS TO HIT YOU WITH THAT. you smiled back and gave him a kiss on his cheek before backing away. "that's so sweet of you... okay next question, who is the hottestperson in the world?"

✧ gepard only stares into your eyes, mesmerized by your face, his eyes are trained on you and only you as his thumb caresses your cheek. "you, of course, you're the most hottest.. although i'd rather use prettiest instead, you are the most prettiest and amazing person in the entire universe."

✧ safe to say his face was peppered with kisses after that, not that he minds it.

丹恒 dan heng

✧ "what kind of question is that?" is the first thing he says, looking at you in confusion as he closes the book he was reading.

✧ you had just entered his room, phone in hand before asking him the question out of the blue so he assumed you saw something from the media which now... lead to this.

✧ you shrug, going back to your question. "don't be trying to change the topic, what would you do? kiss me for $10 or kiss the hottest person in the world for $1000?" you repeated, your brows furrowing. to dan heng, it was crazy scary how you looked right now, so desperate for his answer.

✧ "well obviously the hottest person in the world for $1000, that' so much money!" he replied, knowing what this was going to lead him to. "......so... you would kiss the most hottest person in the world for more money?"

✧ dan heng cringes as he nods his head slowly. your eyes narrowed as you began to glare at him, soon, you stormed out of his room, pissed, and with a right as well.

✧ dan heng sighs in defeat before getting up from his seat and following you to where you always went when you were mad, to the kitchen.

✧ and he was right, you were in the kitchen just snacking on food you just bought the day before, when you spotted him you turned around, your back facing him. "baby c'mon im sorry i was just joking.."

✧ hearing him call you "baby" did something to you but you didn't want to give in just yet. you were mad at him still. you pout (not like he can see you but still) and continue to munch on your food angrily.

✧ "i didn't mean to, i promise i was just joking. i would much rather kiss you for $100 i pinky swear." .... "pinky swear?" "pinky swear."

✧ safe to say you accepted his apology as he absolutely peppered your face with millions of kisses before engulfing you in his arms.

✧ "you're ridiculous..." dan heng sighs, resting his eyes. "yeah well you love me so" well, he can't deny that.

景元 jing yuan

✧ jing yuan is definenetly doing the mathematical calculations in his head right now. because what in tarnation are you talking about?!

✧ he stares at you like you're crazy for a second before sighing, looking down and closing his eyes shut (he reminded you a lot like a disappointed dad...)

✧ "what do you mean? why are you asking me this out of the blue..." for one, he is a tad bit afraid that if he says the wrong thing you will sentence him to three (3) days to sleep on the couch, yeah, you banish him from your SHARED bedroom multiple times when he said the "wrong thing".

✧ you repeat your question again, waiting for his answer. "what a silly question, i would kiss you of course, with or without the $10." he breathed, planting a kiss on your forehead before pulling away and smirking, he knew that that was what you wanted to hear and the kiss was the cherry on top.

✧ for a few seconds you just sat there, too flustered to do anything. YES YOU KNEW IT WAS JUST A FOREHEAD KISS BUT IT'S JING YUAN OKAY

✧ "hm? is something the matter, my love?" he questions, leaning in closer to your face, he was much more taller than you (obviously) so he was quite literally towering over you, his face was so close to yours.

✧ you shake your head before going in for a small and chaste kiss and closing your eyes, you can feel the smile on his lips as he pulls you closer to him by your waist and deepens the kiss. your brain was starting to get fuzzy as you felt more and more delirious. jing yuan just knew how to make you fold.

✧ "hey! this isn't an excuse to make out with me you know?" you pull away breathless, looking quite dazed just for this "simple" kiss. jing yuan hums, resting his head on your shoulder before speaking up.

✧ "you know you love it." at his words you sigh and shake your head, "well i can't deny that..." you reply with a smile as you run your fingers through his soft hair.

✧ a few minutes go by in silence, you assume that jing yuan was asleep by how calm and quite he was, when the silence was broken. "does this mean i can sleep in our shared bedroom?"

✧ your brows furrowed at his words, was that all he was thinking about? "mmmmmmm now that you mentioned it..." "no." you chuckled, patting his head. "i know i know, yes, you get to sleep in our shared bedroom."

罗刹 luocha

✧ "what an odd question.." luocha replies, observing your very serious face. he found it amusing how you looked so serious after asking such a silly question.

✧ you whine and shake his arm, "just answer the question luocha it is very serious!! i need to know your answer!!" .... okay yes apparently it was very serious as you literally called him by his name and not some cute nickname.

✧ luocha offers you a soft and tender smile, the one he always does every time he spots you and or is with you (it never fails to make you swoon), "of course you, i don't need the money when i have you, are you doubting something my dear?"

✧ you shake your head at his words, happy with his answer. "no, everything's fine don't worry! thanks lychee." luocha then engulfs you in a hug all of the sudden, the scent of flowers filled your nose as his hair tickled your face.

✧ "your hair's in my face babe—" you mumble, moving the strands of hair off your face. luocha quickly apologized before pulling away, he cups your cheeks and stares deep into your eyes, which confused you.

✧ luocha continues to stare at you for a good hot minute, he was thinking about something. "say, did anything happen to you that prompted you to ask me that question? did someone do something? did i do something wrong?"

✧ he's so cute. anyway, you shake your head. "no, why?" luocha sighs in relief before taking his hands off your cheeks. "i don't know i assumed something happened that made you question me with that.. question. thank the lord i didn't do anything."

✧ kissing his cheek, you sighed dramatically, "well actually something did happen.. a certain somebody hasn't given me any attention for the past couple of hours"

✧ luocha playfully rolls his eyes, "my fault, princess/prince" and that's how he ended up peppering and littering you with kisses all over your face and no, you couldn't escape him even if you wanted to.

瓦尔特 welt

✧ if you keep asking him such questions he's only going to age more, physically, you're going to give him too many wrinkles if you keep on making him furrow his brows and frown.

✧ all you can hear is him heaving a great big sigh as he sets his mug down on the table, staring down at you. "the hottest person in the world?" he asks, you nod your head while smiling, you somewhat knew his answer already.

✧ "well it's you of course." he replied without any hesitation, you hummed and gave him a peck on his cheek. "right answer."

✧ "but why $10 only? you're worth more than that you know." he added, you only shrugged your shoulder. "i don't know it's what the text says" "the text?" "yeah, look!" you held your phone up and pointed at the screen where there was a couple, one of the partner asked a question—the same one you asked him.

✧ the other partner states that they would kiss the most hottest person in the world for $1000, it then showed a clip of the person sleeping on the couch. the answer was easy really, welt didn't understand how bad one person can mess something up.

✧ "well he was stupid, answer was easy." you agreed and put your phone away. "simple right? i knew you would say the right thing" you continued, welt only smiles in pride. "of course, i know what you want to hear, but i hope you know i would never kiss a random person, even if they were the hottest."

✧ your heart melts as he speaks, his words really sinking into you. "awwhh welt~" next thing he knows you're absolutely hugging the shit out of him (and rubbing your face in his chest), not that he minds.

桑博 sampo

✧ "well would you kiss me for $10 or kiss the hottest person in the world for $1000?" sampo repeated your own question back in a somewhat sassy tone. you were a bit shocked to say the least, i mean, how dare he not answer your question but answer your question with the same exact question!! (same energy ykyk)

✧ but obviously, you're used to his antics as you roll your eyes playfully, closing your phone. "seriously, shampoo. answer the question." "woah woah—shampoo? i said to call me anything but that!" he whines as he uses his hands to talk (as usual), very much exaggerating everything.

✧ you shrug your shoulders with an unamused "hmph" and don't reply any futhur. sampo dramatically sighs in defeat. "but babes, if you really think about it $1000 is a lot of money.." you raise your brow at his answer. "you're only thinking about the money?"

✧ sampo shakes his head, he grabs a hold of your hands while looking at you so sincerely it kind of scared you as he was always so... non-serious. "no, of course not. but just think about all the things i can buy for you...and me...food, flowers, more food, clothes and so much more! wouldn't you want all of that?"

✧ you think about it for a second and replied, "well although those are nice, wouldn't you much rather kiss me instead for $10? we can.. still buy something with $10, plus my kiss is unlike any other!"

✧ "yeah, i know." sampo snickers, upon his reply you narrow your eyes at him, your unamused face screamed "what do you mean by that?" in a menacing type of way. sampo quickly clears his throat before you could get any ideas (you had already gotten a few).

✧ "what i'm tryna say is that yes, i would rather kiss you for $10 but.. i think—" you immediately cut him off with a solemn face. "sh. i don't want to hear anymore of you." sampo can see that you're visibly upset at his answer. shit. he didn't mean to say the wrong thing.

✧ his grip on your hand tightened as he moved in closer to you. "no, wait babe i didn't mean that. i was just playin' i promise i would rather kiss you, your kisses are a one in a billion and i really don't care about the money and—" once again, you cut him off, but for a good reason this time.

✧ you giggle softly and shush him up with your index finger pressed up against his soft lips. "i know what you mean sampo, don't go on a big rant now you aren't in trouble." a clear sigh could be heard from sampo. "thank the stars.."

✧ " but babe! you haven't even answered my question." you gawk at sampo. "... oh well..."

✧ and now it was your turn to tease him, be prepared for a pestering and probing sampo!

卢卡 luka

✧ luka is quite stunned at first because for one, the question was out of nowhere, and two, WHAT DID HE DO THAT MADE YOU QUESTION HIM (you have a habit of asking him random questions out of nowhere)

✧ "did i do something wrong?!" is the first thing he says, he says it like it's urgent it caught you off-guard. you shake your head no and chuckle. "no, why? it's just a question don't worry."

✧ as you both were beside each other, sitting down on your couch, luka leans in closer to you where his nose is just barely touching yours. "well.." he whispers before giving you a long and tender kiss on your lips, it was soft and delicate, it wasn't intense or hot—just simple.

✧ "you, obviously." he begins as he pulled away slowly, his deep, sparkling blue eyes staring down at yours so softly and genuinely. "plus in my eyes you're the most prettiest person in the entire world, actually—no, in the universe!" the way he beamed at you as he spoke his words made your heart flutter. he was so sweet.

✧ luka's sweetness and innocence of a child (not quite literally) never failed to make you tear up, his charisma and optimistic personality pulled you in. but back to the moment. "awww luka you're too sweet ☹️" your cute lil pout made luka's head jump out of his chest and right back in, you were all too adorable.

✧ "oh you know it's nothing.. just stating the facts!" he chuckles, wrapping an arm around your neck and pulling you closer to him where your hips touched each other.

✧ luka rested his head on top of yours, his chest heaving up and down calmly. "wait, so you would kiss me even if you only got $10 other than $1000?" you asked, not bothering to move your body to face him.

✧ "yup! i would still kiss you for free too, money or not. if you still don't believe me.." luka lifted his head off yours as he faced you, you mirrored his actions and turned to face him. "hm?"

✧ luka began to kiss your face, first your cheeks, then it was your nose, then your forehead and finally, you're lips. this time he pressed his lips onto yours for longer as he used his left hand to cup your cheek. everything about this moment was wonderful.

✧ when he finally lets go, you both are left breathless and yet still yearning for more. "do you believe me now?"

银枝 argenti

✧ argenti is quick with his response, catching you off-guard. he was just standing out in the public (well more like posing to you and other people as he always looks like he's a model posing for his pictures) when you came running to him with your phone in hand, looking quite excited. which got him excited as well.

✧ but despite the silliness of the question he quickly answers your question with no hesitation. "why, you of course. i would kiss you any day, anytime and anywhere." he spoke with such sincerity and calmness it instantly made you fold. his soft and luminous grey eyes boring into yours.

✧ argenti moves in closer to you where his chest is looming over you. but even if he was taller than you, you were quite used to him doing that so you weren't afraid at all. "why do you ask?" you shake your head and smile up at him, happy with his answer. "nothing special!!"

✧ argenti stays silent for a couple of seconds before cupping your cheeks with his hands, your hands reaching to hold his with yours, the cold, hard metallic texture. you stare up at him, confused, but don't speak. you wait for him to do whatever he needed to do.

✧ before you knew it he had leaned down, his lips barely touching yours, his hooded eyes staring down at your lips. a kiss. his lips were so warm and soft, they did not part whatsoever, it was just soft, slow, gentle and sensual kiss. his lips were softly pressed against yours for a good hot second when he gradually pulled away, the tingling and exciting sensation still lingered on your lips.

✧ when both of your lips parted, it seemed like you two had forgotten that you were out in public, unaware of the many stares that were coming your way (i mean can you blame them? they are witnessing a very gorgeous couple passionately kissing. but not in that way.)

✧ after argenti pulled away and observed your face for any signs of discomfort the corners of his lips began to pull up after seeing you smile shyly. you were so adorable. "and that would be $1010." he whispered, gently pinching your cheeks.

✧ a cheerful and tender grin grows on your face at his words. but before you could utter a word or sound your eyes land upon a rose being held right in front of you by argenti. his signature rose.

✧ "a freshly picked flower for you, my rose." he breathed, his other hand pressed against his chest as he slightly bows. what a gentlemen he is. you smile in embarrassment before gratefully take his flower and slightly bowing before thanking him and smelling the rose. "thank you so much! it's breathtaking...."

✧ "just like you."

真理医生 dr. ratio

✧ "be completely and utterly serious with me with me right now." you added, using big words to really make him think about it. not like he ever does (he's always thinking logically).

✧ ratio sighs, yes, he gave you that sigh. "what? don't give me that sigh. just tell me your answer and then go on with your life again!" you said, doing your sigh this time. ratio is clearly and visibly thinking about his answer.

✧ "wow. are you really thinking about your answer?" you spoke, raising your brow in complete confusion. ratio shoots you a stare and shakes his head. "yes, really, but the answer is simple, you." although his answer was what you wanted to hear you wanted to know why. i mean, he was your boyfriend after all but still.

✧ "i thought you said you would let me go on with my life after answering your non-sensical question." he replied bluntly, cocking his head to the side. you mumbler under your breath as he was right. "yes well just one more thing, please?" and of course, he could never say no to you.

✧ "simply because i love you. i don't need to kiss anybody, especially a random stranger that is quote-on-quote, extremely attractive, for $1000 or more. even if somebody offered me a million i wouldn't take it, simply because they are not you. your kisses are different and have a different feel compared to theirs. and i am 100% positive that their lips are probably not the best unlike yours. not only that but it would be completely unreal for me to meet someone extremely attractive in the world as nobody is. but to me, you are the most wonderful and amazing person i have ever met. and not only that but—"

✧ you roll your eyes playfully before shushing him up with a finger pressed up against his lips. "okay okay i get it smarty pants" you giggled, removing your finger from his lips. ratio only grinned upon your words.

✧ "hm, well that's a good response. you're the best!" you beamed before kissing his temple and pulling away, heat rushing to your cheeks.

✧ as you were about to walk away you stopped in your tracks, causing him to stop what he was doing and looking your way. you turned around, facing him. "did you mean everything you said?" you questioned softly. the corners of ratio's lips curled up. "of course, i promise."

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