Hey there! Your FFXV OCs are really cool! Could you tell us more about them? I love learning about fan ocs from this game :)
OHH GOSH HI!!!!! THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!!! I have so much lore on all my ocs this game drives me INSANE.
To give a quick rundown of the main three:
Fidei Carissime (roughly translated "Beloved Faith" from Latin) is the pink haired axemen I frequently draw with the chocobros!
He's the epitome of the "Lost Prince" character trope. His mom died shortly after his birth and his father (the king of some unnamed far off kingdom) had him handed off to a poor family just on the coast of Cleigne.
Hard times and a rise in the local daemon population forced the family to move into Insomnia when Fidei was 7, but at age 8 his adoptive parents were killed by a daemon attack while on a trip outside the wall.
Fidei spent a few years in the system before an older teen by the name of Salus took him under his wing and introduced him to a group of kids looking to make lives for themselves without spending forever in the orphanage.
Years later Fidei gets into the same highschool as Prince Noctis on merit, and through Prompto he's introduced to the chocobros and eventually joins the retinue.
And yes, they kiss. I'm a silly OC x canon shipper don't be mad at me they're cute!!
Calor Solis (roughly translated "Warmth of the Sun" from Latin) is a Crownsguard stationed to train new Kingsglaive soldiers after a traumatic experience rendered them ineffective in combat. Under the guidance of Cor Leonis, they trained Libertus and Luche personally in hand-to-hand and close quarters.
Calor is all sunshine and smiles. He's got a friendly disposition no matter the circumstances and is always willing to lend a hand - but never take his kindness for weakness. He's highly skilled with daggers and close quarters combat, and once you pass the threshold of violence, you'd better pray they're feeling generous.
PTSD can make her flighty in some situations, but if her loved ones are in danger there's nothing she won't do to get them to safety.
Calor is genderfluid and swaps between nicknames (Cal, Lor, and Oli) to denote what they're feeling at any given time.
Chrysalis!! She's the newest and the least fleshed out of my OCs, but she's actually based around some lore and HCs surrounding The Crystal and Bahamut from the game itself!
To put it shortly: The Crystal is a prison Bahamut used to trap the original sixth astral, Chrysalis. During the time of Ardyn's mission to heal the sick of the starscourge, Chrys was the Oracle's main line of communication to the astrals. Sympathetic to their cause, Chrys often extended her own powers to grant healing and strength to the two when it was needed.
When Bahamut came, there was upset within the astral planes, and through an unknown power, he struck down Chrysalis and trapped her in an aetheryte crystal. Using her as a battery for power, he fueled his own prophecy and ordained that Ardyn would not be king, setting the game's plotline into motion.
At the end of the game, in an alternate turn of events, Noctis winds up shattering the crystal in his fight with Ardyn, and inadvertently frees Chrysalis.
With her and Ardyn's help, they defeat Bahamut and Chrsyalis frees the Lucii from the ring so they may rest in peace.
There are background OCs, crossovers with @joyfullyacat 's ocs, tons more lore and situations I've put these three in, but that's the gist of it!
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Push it
3k4 | Joel Miller x fem reader | ao3 | Masterlist
Summary: you have a secret ârelationshipâ with Joel, your dad's best friend. You know you can't have more, but you canât resist the idea to provoke him a little
Warnings: 18+ mdni. Age gap (reader early 20s, Joel late 40s), Joel is a grumpy, possessive, jealous man, reader is a brat. Grinding, dry humping, oral (f/m), pussy slapping, spanking, degradation, rough sex, dirty talk, cum eating, squirting, piv, creampie
a/n: so, this is my first dbf!Joel fic. Thank you anon, for your ask â€ïž I hope you'll like it đ
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The fic is titled after âPush itâ by GarbageÂ
Joel was looking at you walking back and forth from the dining room and the kitchen, swaying your hips and teasing him in your short dress. And if your father had been paying any attention to him instead of the game on TV, he would have noticed the way Joel was biting his upper lip or rubbing his hands together. Joel was nervous, and the more nervous he got, the more you teased him.
âDamn brat,â Joel muttered under his breath.
âWhat?â your father asked.
âNothing,â he replied and then sighed. âJust said that player really sucks, thatâs all.â
âI think heâs hot,â you said cheerfully. âHow old is he?â
âA little too old for you to be interested, honey. Over 30 years old.â
You scoffed at your fatherâs words, and you were pretty sure you heard âjesusâ coming out of Joelâs mouth.
You spent the rest of the match pulling down your neckline to expose more of your cleavage or hiking your dress up your thighs. You were careful to do it in a way that your father wouldnât consider inappropriate if he ever looked at you at some point, but he was captivated by the game.Â
Your and Joelâs gazes met often and he gave you a few serious warning stares that you ignored shamelessly. You didnât even try to hide your satisfaction each time he had to readjust his jeans.
Once the match was over, you brought their empty beer bottles back to the kitchen, and Joel's firm hand closed around your arm as soon as you were there.
âThe hell you doinâ?â he grumbled.
âI don't know what you're talking about.â
âCut the crap, sweetheart,â he hissed through his teeth. âActing like a damn tease, makinâ me hard during the game? In front of your father, goddamn it! Could even see youâre wearing the black lingerie.â
âOoooh⊠yeah, your favorite. Too bad you made it very clear the last time you filled me up- we fuck just for fun, right? So let me have fun and act as I please in my father's house. And let go of me.â
But he squeezed harder. âKeep it down,â he growled. âAnd that ainât what I said.â
âWhatever. Next time you see me, I may be with my boyfriend.â
âWhat boyfriend?â His nostrils flared and you loved the sight.
âThe one Iâm probably gonna meet tonight, when I go out with my friends. The one whoâll appreciate my lingerie. Let go of me,â you repeated, yanking yourself free.
You headed towards the kitchen door, and after glancing behind, you saw him leaning against the counter. Annoyed, dark eyes, eyebrows furrowed, arm muscles stretching his black t-shirt. Irritation suited him well, he was even more handsome than usual. You tried to ignore the racing of your heart as you stepped back into the dining room.
âCan you help me with the internet at home?" he asked you in front of your father. âConnection ain't working.â
âIâm sorry, Joel, I canât right now. I have to get ready, Iâm going out tonight and my friends are picking me up in an hour.â
âJesus, your manners?!â your father replied as if you had said the most impolite thing in the world. âGo help Joel. Your friends can wait a few minutes.â
You rolled your eyes, careful so that only Joel could see you. He smirked in a way that was so feline that you felt yourself dripping. He walked out towards his house, not checking if you were following him. He knew you were.Â
Once home he sat down on his couch, resting his right arm on the backrest.
âWhat's the problem with the internet?â
âAin't got any problems. Come here,â he said, patting his thighs.
âWhat makes you think I wanna sit on your lap?â
âPussy's dripping. Can smell it from here.â
You rolled your eyes but you walked over to him and straddled him, placing your hands on his broad shoulders. He grabbed your hips tightly and positioned you how he exactly wanted you, his stiff shaft in his jeans against your folds covered only by your black panties. Your eyes sparkled when you felt his manhood. His were fixed on yours. Full of confidence, the eyes of a mature man, aware of his power of seduction over you.
âStop being a brat and grind on me. I know you need it bad.â
You rolled your hips slowly, grinding against his hard cock. His hands firmly laid on your hips, but letting you lead the pace. His jeans almost hurt your inner thighs but you needed that friction against your soaked pussy. That sweet pain, the one that helps to feel better, like an itch that can be relieved only when you scratch it a little. He pulled your neckline down roughly, cupping your breasts in his palms before taking a nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking it.
âJoelâŠ,â you whimpered.
âKeep humping me, sweetheart. Yeah, just like that. She needs it, uh?â
He took your nipple back in his mouth, licking and then nibbling on it lightly, pressing on your shoulders to feel you more.
âUse me. Use me to get off,â he said, the need in his voice showing you how much he loved feeling you rub yourself against him. You kept rolling your hips, moaning âJoel, JoelâŠ,â your whimpers getting louder and louder, until you breathed out âitâs good, so good, Iâm gonna come,â just before you came against him, whining into his neck, trembling. Your desire wetting your panties even more and flowing onto his jeans.
You let your forehead rest against him, panting into his skin that you kissed as he stroked your back, before you pulled back and faced his dark eyes.
âI wanna suck your cock,â you said, kneeling down and unzipping his jeans.
âYeah? Gonna help me with that after your little game? That's what you wanted, uh? Wanted me to get fuckinâ hard, while I couldn't do anything about it.â
You nodded, there was no more brat attitude left in you, just eagerness as you pulled his cock out gently, and watched his weeping, red tip. You licked your lips and spread the precum around his slit with your thumb. You sucked him the way he liked, lingering on his tip for a long time, licking, sucking. Each time, you wanted to give him the sloppiest head, so that he wouldnât think about anyone else. Wouldnât want anyone else.
When you took his length in your mouth, getting used to its thickness, pressing your tongue against his quivering skin, you felt him shiver. Until he pressed his cock against the back of your throat, and finally put his hands on your head. You loved feeling his underlying power, his pressure on your temples.
âDonât move,â he said in a low voice, his length buried in your hot throat. You felt his tip twitch. Finally he started to thrust, fucking your mouth and your throat, using you as a fuck hole.
The mouth of his best friendâs daughter. He didnât think about it anymore, when he was buried in one of your three holes. His remorse was forgotten. He didnât care what could happen next, where this relationship or whatever it was, would take both of you. Didn't think about the consequences anymore. Only your warmth, your tightness welcoming his cock, mattered.
His hands firmly gripping your head, he thrusted in, and began fucking your mouth relentlessly. From the first time heâd fucked you, you noticed how different he was from your previous boyfriends. He loved when you teased him. He loved being seated on his couch, manspreading, while you were dancing lasciviously in front of him, waiting for him to break and reach out to you. But sometimes, often, you were the one breaking first.Â
When you danced like that, his gaze was full of promise. Promise to fuck you so well youâd forget your own name when he was done with you.
Guys of your age didnât have that patience.
He loved to make you come several times before spilling his cum. Sometimes he made you come again after, with his tongue or fingers, leaving you breathless and cock dumb.Â
Your ex boyfriends usually didnât care.
But he cared.
You let him use your mouth, let him move your head back and forth. Let him bury himself in the back of your throat. You learned not to gag anymore, when he fucked it. He trained you to do it.Â
His hands froze on your temples, and you knew he was about to shoot hot ropes of cum that would hit the back of your throat.
âFuck, âm gonna come⊠swallow all of it, sweetheart. Like a good girl, just like I taught you.â
His cum spurted out, and drop by drop, you swallowed it all. Then you carefully cleaned his shaft, his tip, until he pulled out. He put his cock back in his pants, and zipped them.
âYou should go, youâre gonna be late.â
âDo you have something to tell me, Joel?â
âGood evening?â He sighed when he saw your eyes, a little blurry, and added âand keep those wet panties on. I want you to remember how you came humping me, while youâre out with your friends.â
You didnât try to meet his gaze when you heard his words, and you left.
Babe? Babe!â You heard your friendâs voice in the distance. You were so lost in your thoughts. Always the same. Joel.
âWhatâs wrong with you?â
You spread your hands in front of you, as if to mean you had no idea what she was talking about.
âWeâre supposed to have fun and you seem⊠somewhere else. Whatâs on your mind, babe?â
You answered that everything was fine, and tried to push Joel out of your thoughts. Joel who had told you that you werenât a couple, that you didnât have a relationship because your father, other people couldnât know. That this thing between you was a bonus that you were giving each other. But that there couldnât be more.
So when a guy of your age approached you and asked you to dance, you didnât say no. When he offered you a drink and asked if you wanted to join him in the bathroom of the bar, you didnât say no either. Sat on the bathroom sink, you let him eat you out.
And you only thought about Joel who always did it so perfectly, knew when to lick lightly, when to suck on your clit, knew how to fill you with two of his fingers. You had to think about him, the whole time that guy was eating you out. You had to think about Joelâs beard and mustache, scratching tenderly or roughly against your sensitive skin.
It was the only way for you to come.
When you left the bathroom, Joel was the first person you saw. Dark stare. Then darker than ever, when his gaze fell on the man who walked out of the room right after you. You froze before heading to your table, but he grabbed your arm before you sat down.Â
âIâm taking you back home. Now.â
âAre you mad? I come home whenever I want.â
âWow wow! Whatâs going on? Are you her dad?â Joel looked at this man whose name you didn't even know, from his full height, fists clenched. Joel looked at him as if he wanted to throw him to the ground, making him take a step back.
âNo I ainât her dad, luckily for youâ, he growled. He turned to you before adding âI said, now.â
You followed him, like a docile dog. Turned on by his jealousy and attitude.
âGet in the damn car,â he grumbled. He started driving, silent, hands clenching the wheel until his knuckles were white.
âJoelâŠâ
âDonât,â he rambled. âDonât say a word.â
You sank into the seat, waiting for him to drop you off at your place. But he pulled into his driveway.
âFollow me,â he said, without waiting for you.
When you joined him at his house, his hands were on his hips, his gaze turned towards the ground.
âYou fucked him?â he asked in a low voice.
âNo. No I didn't.â
âHe fucked you?â
âNo, damn⊠He didn't fuck me.â
âYeah?â He raised his eyebrows, in a way that was clear- he didn't believe a word you were telling him.
âYeah,â you confirmed.
âDon't lie to me. You got that âjust fuckedâ face.â
âDamn, I⊠He went down on me, that's all.â
âYou let him go down on you? On that pussy?â
If you didn't know him, his tone might have seemed detached. But you had known him for a long time, and the surprise mixed with jealousy didn't escape you. Actually, it was even more than a surprise. Almost a shock.
You even felt like he was holding back from saying âmy pussy.â But he had been clear about you two. Fun.
âWhy do you care? You donât want anything serious.â
âHe ate you with your wet panties on? He pushed them to the side?â You nodded shyly, almost embarrassed.
âFuck, come here,â he said, grabbing you by the hips before pulling you back towards the couch, your feet dragging in an attempt to keep up with his pace.
He pushed you roughly to sit you down and knelt down in front of you. He pulled your dress up and practically ripped your panties off, and yanked your hips towards the edge of the couch.
âI think this pussy needs to remember who makes her come,â he growled, already pushing two fingers inside you. âYou're fucking soaked. You came in his damn mouth?â
âYes I⊠Fuck, Joel!â He was fingering your pussy quickly, as if he wanted to remove any memory of any man other than himself.
âWas he good at it?â
âYeah, he was perfect. Made me come so quickly.â
He slapped your swollen clit and you whined, tears at the corner of your eyes.
âI said, don't lie to me,â he spat at you, stopping his fingers deep inside your pussy.
You lowered your head before answering.
âNo, he wasn't good at it. Had to think about someone else to come. Had to think about you,â you whined. âStop being mean to me, I didn't do anything wrong!â
âI need to remind you how this cunt needs to be eaten. Like the damn slut she belongs to.â
This wasn't the first time he'd degraded you. He'd noticed early on how receptive you were to it. And the way your pussy squeezed his fingers couldn't hide it, once again.
He settled between your thighs, lapping at your cunt still soaked with another manâs saliva, your pleasure and your desire for Joel.
He dove in like it was his last meal on earth, lapping, sucking, mixing his saliva with someone else's and he didn't care. Your hands tangled in his curls. Your orgasm was building and Joel stopped just before you exploded on his fingers and tongue.
âNo Joel! Please, why did you stop?â
âI don't want another tongue on this cunt. Ya hear me?â
âBut you saidâŠâ He slapped your clit again, making you whimper.
âRepeat it.â
âI⊠fuck, Joel! Jesus⊠You don't want another tongue on this cunt.â
âIf I see you with anyone else again, if I hear about you with anyone else, Iâll spank you so hard you wonât be able to sit down for days.â
Your pussy clenched around his fingers without you being able to control your body.
âJesus Christ, you fuckinâ like it? You want to get punished over my knee like the dirty little brat you are?â
âI⊠no, I⊠fuckâŠâ
âPussy's drooling even more. UnbelievableâŠâ He started to finger you again, slowly, and placed his thumb on your swollen and sensitive clit, making you whimper. âYou were a good girl, with proper manners. And now⊠can't think straight since you took my fat cock, right?â
âI'm⊠fuck. I'm a good girl.â
âReally?â he smirked darkly. âGood girls donât get their pussy eaten by a stranger in a damn bar.â He leaned down and licked a long stripe from your hole already filled with his fingers to your clit, before stopping again cruelly. âGood girls donât make their man jealous,â he added before diving between your thighs, fingering you fast and so hard that his knuckles tapped against your entrance. His tongue focused on your clit, swirling around it perfectly.Â
âMy⊠my man?â
He didn't answer, growling from the depths of your thighs, making you squirm on his fingers as he fingered you hard, until jets spurted out suddenly and wetted his face.
âFuck yeah! thatâs a good girl, squirting on my face, jesus, sweetheartâŠâ
You were completely gone, not realizing that you were cumming on his fingers still buried inside you, until he replaced them with his tongue. He drank everything you gave him, greedy, eager. You kept squirming but his strong grip kept you seated on the couch.
When your jolts stopped, he grabbed your arm to lift you up and bent you over the dining room table. His hand tightened on the back of your neck, and he unzipped his jeans, lowering them mid-thigh with the other one, before sinking into you in one go, grunting like an animal.
He buried his fingers in the flesh of your hip, pumping into you. Hard, deep thrusts, growling âtake it, just like that,â and you could only take it. Letting him feed on your needy pussy, on your low moans that he could barely hear, fucking you so hard that you were almost speechless except for the whimpers.
âFuck, youâre taking me so good.â He kept thrusting in, filling you like only he knew how.
âHarder, Joel. Harder, please,â you begged.
âJesusâŠâ
Clinging to the edge of the table, you tried to remain as still as possible despite his roughness that threw you forward with every thrust.
âSay my nameâ, he said in a needy voice. You didnât hear him and he scoffed. âToo cock dumb to even hear me,â he growled before spanking your ass, hard, making you squeal.
âJoel!!!â
âOh, youâre back? I said, say my fucking name.â
âJ⊠JoelâŠâ
âThatâs right. Whose pussy is this?â
âYours.â
A second spank landed on your already red skin.
âSay it again.â
âDamn, Joel?! Your pussy⊠my pussyâs yours, damnitâŠâ
A third spank, even harder than the other ones. âJoel, what the fuck??â you whined.
âSqueezinâ me so tight, each time I spank you⊠donât pretend you donât like it, dirty fucking girl.â
You didn't answer. He was right, you liked it. He knew it and you knew it. You liked his strength, you liked that he used you. You liked being his.
âIâm gonna come. Gonna fill you up, fuck!â
He shot his cum deep in your pussy and didn't stop thrusting, pumping you full until you milked his cock.
Your hand against the wood of the table, you were breathing heavily, trying to catch your breath as his heavy body pressed against yours.
âYou said it was just for fun⊠What happened?â you murmured.
âAinât what I said. I said, your father can't know. The neighbors, your friends, can't know. But you⊠you gotta know. I don't share. Got it?â
âYeah⊠got it.â
You smiled, feeling his breath against your neck, and his hand tightening on yours, on the wood of the table.
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watch me win
in which lando was paid to fake date y/n!
pairing: mean!lando x reader
tw: cursing and rude behavior
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day 1
lando's text with reader
reader's post on twitter/x
lando's text with reader
lando's text with his friends
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He said yes to his friend Strollâs offer, not because he needed the money. He was doing it for fun and because he was bored. The dare to date her for the whole month of August sounds like the perfect distraction. The challenge was simple: make her fall for him and then crush her heart on the last day. It was cruel, but thatâs what made it exciting for him. Lando already had a list in his mind of all the dates they would go on, each carefully planned to make her fall deeper for him. He wasnât playing the attentive boyfriend yetâno, he was testing the waters, seeing how easily she could be swayed. âOh, Iâm a very good listener,â he said in the middle of their conversation. In his mind, he added, âIâll even keep notes of all your little secrets and insecurities.â Of course, he meant every word, but not in the way she thought.
After their first outing, he only knew the basics: her favorite color, the subjects she hated, and that she loved chocolate croissants. But even these small details were enough to start his list. âEager to please,â he noted when she laughed too hard at his jokes. âSeeks approval,â he added after she asked him what he thought about her favorite book. It was almost too easy. Lando took pleasure in knowing that every sweet word he whispered to her was a lie, every smile a part of his act.
He watched her closely, mentally preparing for the deeper truths she would eventually reveal. Each fact she shared was a potential weapon in his arsenal. She had no idea that he was already plotting how to use her own words against her. The game had just begun, and she was already falling into his trap. She was just a pawn in his game, a temporary amusement to stave off his boredom. Lando couldnât wait for the day when he would reveal the truth. He felt a twisted sense of satisfaction imagining her face crumpling in realization. This was going to be fun and he is determined to win.
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I'm a huge fan of your work and I would love to see a dilf!toji fan fiction where you accidentally walk in on him changing and it goes a bit further while megumi's homeđđđ
part 1 here
shaking crying and throwing up as the kids say
warnings: dilf!toji x reader, nsfw, almost getting caught, age gap
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âthink thatâs it for tonight.â megumi mumbles, turning the newly painted mound of clay to the side to gauge your shared work.
it goes without saying that you and your closest friend had spent the weeks leading up to the deadline planning, but not actually doing your final sculpting project, leading to an equally desperate and passive aggressive all-nighter.
you both of you were absolutely caked in paint, but the satisfaction of finally being done was well worth it. you stand up for the first time in over 4 hours, hissing at they way your back protests.
your feet tingle as blood rushes down to your legs, the aches in your body becoming more apartment.
âgod, what is itâ like 11?â you ask, massaging your neck with the back of your hand.
megumi grabs his phone to look at the time, scratching off a smear of dried pain with a scoff.
âitâs 1 am.â he laughs, tucking the device into his pocket with a sigh. âyou ubering home or do you want my dad to take you?â
you perk up at the second option, gathering yourself before you respond.
âi mean yeah i feel like thatâd be a lot safer.â you say, only half lying. âis he still up?â you knew he was up, in fact you knew if you hadnât been practically right outside his bedroom for the past 4 hours heâd be texting you right now.
your sculpting partner motions to the kitchen door with a nod of his head, wordlessly gathering his materials up. âgo check, iâm going to bed.â
you laugh, gathering your things and padding out into the hall.
ânite gumi.â you tell him, hoping it wasnât too late in the night for the both of you to get a decent nights sleep.
âââ
you secretly hope toji is waiting for you as you fix your makeup in the mirror, leaning down to meticulously washing the paint from your hands and arms in an attempt to look presentable.
megumi hadnât noticed it was you in his fatherâs bed the last time you snuck over, taking tojiâs sly suggestion to âdrive his little friend homeâ as an ill intended joke.
he opted to drive himself to the concert instead, accepting the ridiculous $100 venue parking fee in exchange for his peace of mind.
you, on the other hand, had gotten the opportunity to wail your lungs out as loud as you needed once the house was empty, going round-for-round with the massive wall of muscle that was your best friendâs dad.
and now, here you were in his bathroom, washing up in the sink as quickly as you could before feeding yourself to the lion.
you slip into the dark hallway as quietly as you can manage, cringing at the stale creak of the bathroom door.
the house is barely lit with the dim light from the kitchen gone. you figure megumi had shut it off before going to bed, thinking you and toji had already left.
you feel your way down the corridor of rooms, silently opening the door to your destination before stopping cold in your tracks.
âyou should knock yaâknow.â a deep voice crones.
you yelp as youâre pulled into his bedroom, the sound muffled by a solid hand over your mouth.
âshhhhh.â toji chuckles, caging you against the door. the older man leans down to mouth at your neck, feeling you up as you catch your breath.
âyou have a real volume problem, pretty girl.â he teases.
you laugh, cradling his head as it settles in the curve of your neck. his shirt is half off already, bunched around his shoulders. you mustâve caught him changing.
âwhat, were you waiting on me?â
âmen have needs donât they?â he says quietly, leaning in to kiss you.
thick hands settle around the curve of your waist just under your breasts and pull you backwards, leading you towards the bed.
âwasâfuckâgonna text you.â toji whispers between kisses, palming your chest underneath your shirt. the older man pulls you into his lap from where he sits on the edge of the mattress, rucking your shirt above your head to mouth at the top of your breasts.
âyeah? why didnât you?â
âknew youâd come find me.â
your cheeks burn at his admission. he was right, as embarrassing as it was you both knew how often you found yourself under him on nights like these.
and whether or not youâd begun hanging out at megumiâs just to see his dad was a question you didnât want to address, and one that toji already knew the answer to.
you say nothing, opting to palm the man below you through his boxers while he finally undresses his top half. toned abs clench tight as you squeeze his cock through the fabric, guided only by the small sliver of moonlight bleeding from his curtains.
âharder.â he groans, bucking into your hand.
âmiss me?â
âalways miss you.â toji mumbles, motioning for you to stand so he can strip you of your bottoms.
youâre pulled on top of him as soon as your shorts hit the floor, leaning in to kiss him again. the older man licks into your mouth with fervor, toying with the waistline of your thin panties.
toji breaks the kiss, snapping the elastic against your hip. you flinch at the sharp sting, whimpering into his neck as he grips your ass
âyou wear these for me?â he asks.
you nod, letting him slip them off. he gives them a once over, smiling as he reaches to throw them onto the night stand.
âkeeping em.â he laughs, pulling himself free from the confines of his bottoms.
heâs throbbing, steadily leaking onto his own thigh with every passing second. you lean down to accept him into your mouth, pausing when he pulls you back up to him.
âjust get on top of me.â he begs, grabbing hold of the backs of your thighs and reclining into the pillows.
âneed it that bad?â you ask, genuinely curious. you watch as he grabs hold of his cock, lining it up with easeâpractically muscle memory.
âwouldnât need it this badâoh fuckâ if you hadnât been busy the entire night.â he groans, complaint interrupted by the feeling of you sinking down onto him.
âcould fuck me when the sunâs out, you wouldnât have to wait all day that way.â you suggest, only half serious.
âthe only thing stopping me from doing that is work, pretty girl.â toji mumbles. you gasp as he twitches inside you, sinking down all the way to watch what little composure he still has crumble.
your knees protest as you bounce on the older manâs cock, body still sore from the workload youâd dealt with earlier.
âyou couldâve justâfuckâ came out and said hi.â you add, noticing the way the scar on his lip contorts when he smiles.
âcanât really walk around with a hard-on.â he admits with a sleazy grin, taking one of your breasts into his mouths for good measure.
your shared moans grow louder with every thrust, the sound of skin-on-skin becoming unmistakable.
âfuck is that noise?â a sleepy voice yells from the hallway.
you freeze. pulling away from toji to gauge his reaction.
âfuck, get underneath.â he chuckles, practically pulling you off of his cock with how easily he manhandles you, making space for you to crawl into the sheets.
youâre struck with what feels like another heart attack as a knock at the door pierces the air.
âdo you have another girl over?â megumi scoffs pacing behind the doorway.
âyou sleepwalking or something?â toji lies, clearly not considering the consequences of getting caught.
you feel him pull the sheets over your head with a soft laugh. warm hands rubbing over your sides through the thin fabric, a sweet attempt at calming you down.
âiâm not stupid.â his son replies, kicking the foot of the door for good measure. âdid you even drive my friend home?â
âshe ubered, kid.â toji lies again, groping your breast over the thin sheet. you yelp at the sudden contact, earning a teasing âshhhhâ from the man above you.
âfucking knew you brought someone over.â megumi sighs, trudging down the hallway with vague threats of âyouâre paying for my dorm room next year.â and âcanât keep it down.â
you emerge from the covers, arms snaking around tojiâs shoulders with a sigh of relief.
âwhatâd i tell you about that volume problem?â he laughs, lowering you onto his still hard cock with a breathy groan.
âfuck, did you get wetter or somethin?â he asks, clearly in disbelief.
âcourse not!â you mouth, stifling a whimper as he begins to thrust.
âi know honey.â he teases, biting the curve of your shoulder to stifle a groan. âiâm just fuckinâ with you.â
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Hi hope ur day is going well! Can I get uhhhh Billie sees reader at one of her shows (whether theyâre dating or not is up to u) and spends so much of the show looking at r that she HAS to take r backstage to rail her (with a strap if youâd be so kind my generous author đ)
Iâll be the kindest and most generous author, my gracious reader.
please enjoy â€ïžâđ„
Usually youâd be at the side of the stage watching your girlfriend perform. Tonight, you wanted to be front and center. You wanted to watch her in her element. You wanted to experience it fully and not partially. You wanted to see how long it took for her to notice you.
She noticed you right away. You saw the look on her face, brows furrowed lips curling, when she saw your body in the crowd. Right at the center. Eyes locked on hers.
You were mesmerized. It felt like she was performing just for you. You knew she was performing just for you. The way she couldn't take her eyes off you. The way she turned her head in your direction even when she was at the furthest side of the stage.
When she crawled on the stage she was so close you could almost feel her. Her eyes were burning holes in your clothes. Her lips wrapping around the mic as she sung. Her voice taking you straight to heaven.
"You thought I wasn't going to notice?" her voice playful, but her eyes told a different story. She grabbed you by the waist twirling your body so you were leaning over the couch.
Her show was over, but she was about to give you an encore.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" she asked rubbing your ass leaning over your body so her voice reached your ear ever so softly. You groaned extending your arms above your body, fingers digging into the couch cushion.
"I asked, did you enjoy yourself?" she repeated herself thrusting her hips on your ass eliciting moan.
"Yes. Yes, you were so good baby" you hummed bringing your arm up to wrap it around her head, fingers caught in her damp hair. Billie huffed with satisfaction before getting up, leaving you dumbfounded on the couch.
"Stay," she instructed when she heard your body stir ready to search for her.
"How about an encore?" you could hear the smirk on her face just as you could picture it, so cocky. When she pulled down your underwear, you gasped at the sudden chill and moaned when the fake cock teased your entrance.
"Please," you breathed extending your arms again while arching your back. You were on your tippy toes waiting, anticipating, yearning. When she broke through your walls you whimpered long and loud. Face resting on your arm. Fingers trying to find something to grip. Toes curlings in your shoes.
Billie dragged her hips back slowly before slamming into you again thrusting your body forward.
"Oh my god," you chanted as Billie established a steady pace. The sound of your ass slapping on her skin was music to her ears. The way your moans mixed with the beat was just perfect. She watched your ass bounce on her cock. Heard you moan each time she hit it hard. Louder than usual if the tip hit your cervix.
Then she lifted you, holding on to your shoulder. Flush against her body, cock buried deep in your cunt hitting at a new angle. She moved her hips swiftly digging her fingers in your hipbones pulling you down on her.
You were a whimpering sobbing mess. Drooling on her cock, screaming her name almost as loud as her fans had just earlier. She was so deep and you were so close to the edge.
She was putting on a show and you were enjoying every last second of it.
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The evans: sex after a fight
CONTAINS: Tate, kyle, jimmy, james
Content warning: dacryphillia, choking kink, unprotected p in v, knife play, blood play, finger sucking
NSFW: Minors DNI. by reading past the cut off any media consumption is your own fault
A/N: itâs my first time writing smut, so itâs poorly written. hopefully itâll improve in the futuređ
Tate Langdon
feels guilty for arguing with you
doesnât want to lose you
is gentle and loving with you
holds your hand whilst he fucks you, murmuring apologies in between thrusts
cuddles and aftercare afterwards
⊠after giving you a half hour to be alone, he slinked back into your room, bringing you into a gentle hug whilst he ran his hand up and down your back. âsorryâ he mumbled almost inaudibly into your hair whilst holding you against his chest. âlemme make it up to youâ he whispered gently whilst beginning to pull your hoodie over your head, and slipping your panties down so they were bunched around your ankles. he then gently pushed you back onto the bed, laying you down before crawling atop you; he peppered gently kisses along your neck before slowly becoming more needy and aggressive with them, leaving small hickeys in his wake whilst he trailed down your body, whilst he laced his fingers with your own. he also paid extra attention to your tender and sensitive breasts, using his free hand to line his dick with your entrance and slowly push into you whilst he kissed your body. âi love you, im sorryâ he mumbled in between gentle thrusts, and kitten licks to your boobs
Frat boy!Kyle Spencer
would not fuck you after a fight unless you explicitly said you wanted it
cuddles, snacks, drinks, and a movie night would be his go to apology for you
if you were to have sex, heâd do so gently and constantly ask for your consent
doesnât want to make you mad, very mindful of your triggers
âis this good, do you like it?â kyle asks, lifting his head from between your thighs and looking up at you through his lashes with slightly disheveled hair; all he wanted to do was make you feel better - as per your request - and he wouldnât stop trying until he knew you was happy with him again. âKy i wouldâve stopped you by now it i didnât like itâ you responded gently, using your hands to cup the back of his head and lightly tug on his hair so he would continue, and after a small hum of agreement he did just that. his lips latched around your clit and gently sucked, before using the flat of his tongue to run along your slit. everything he did brought waves of pleasure to you, everything he did would bring you closer and closer to climax. so when you eventually did, heâd look up at you with glistening lips, âwas that good? did you like it?â heâd ask almost instantly, hoping his oral skills were good enough to make you forgive him
Jimmy Darling
would lose his temper and drink A LOT before coming to talk to you again
is a mess but gets his point across
uses his hands because he knows how good he is with them (remember his side hustle)
very apologetic after the sex and the next morning
âthere ya go, let go babyâ he slurs drunkenly to you, his deformed fingers pumping in and out of your tight and wet entrance and bringing you over the edge for the 3rd time that night. tears of pleasure and overstimulation pricked at the corner of your eyes, causing him to smirk ever so slightly âwant me to stop, toots?â heâd ask in his ever so cocky tone, looking down at your spent body with a look of satisfaction. even though you had to guide his hand you entrave due to his drunken state, he never once failed to impress you with his abilities, it was just one of many. Once you finally blubbered out a âyesâ in response to his question heâd lick his fingers clean, savouring your taste, before gently laying down beside you. âyou still mad at me? want me to do another round?â he mumbled with an undeniable smirk plastered on his face, flashing you his charming grin and a wink
James Patrick March
would spoil you with gifts in a hope to earn back your love, he doesnât wanna risk losing it
would offer to murder someone for you, and let you partake if itâs your kinda thing
definitely have sex with you whilst covered in blood afterwards
showers you with compliments
despite you being mad at him, he couldnât resist a little bit of minor knife and blood play
âI killed him, dearestâ james states with a grin when he re-enters your hotel room, still wearing the leather mask he wore for the murders which slightly muffled his velvet-smooth brahmin accent. without taking his mask off, he drags the bloodied dagger along your clothes perfectly so theyâd fall off and expose your body to him. âyou look ravishing as always, like a renaissance pieceâ heâd say with a grin, a grin so big it was evidential in his voice. He gently traced your bottom lip with his thumb before pushing it into your mouth, the metallic taste of someoneâs blood filling your senses. âcome now, let me show you how perfect and ravishing you areâ heâd say, using his free hand to gently push you back onto the bed. heâd then remove all his clothes aside from the mask, sliding himself into you with a soft groan. âperfect, heavenly evenâ he murmurs before removing his hand from your mouth and wrapping it lightly around your throat, not enough to hurt but just enough that it was pleasurable. he pumped in and out of you, lightly choking you whilst secretly staring at how your boobs bounced with every thrust, prompting him to go a bit faster and bring him to his inevitable climax. âyouâre simply splendid, dear, not even words can describe how perfect you areâ
A/N: i was gonna inclure kai but tumblr started lagging rlly bad. my requests r open. NOT PROOFREAD BTW
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CAN YOU PLEASE MAKE LITERALLY ANYTHING FOR NATEđđđđđ (preferably smut) BUT IM LITERALLY BEGGING PLEASE (no rushđđ love ur work)
SINFUL DESIRES (part one)
read part two here
read part three here
read part four here
đ©đđąđ«đąđ§đ : dom!nate x reader
đŹđźđŠđŠđđ«đČ: it feels like every day thereâs a blowout between you and nate. however, something changes when all of a sudden heâs knocking at your bedroom window.
đ°đđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ: SMUTTY SMUT, swearing, teasing, some praise/degradation, pet names (pretty), p in v, unprotected sex (donât be silly wrap your willy!), stomach bulge, possessiveness, cream pie, ROUGHHH
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đđźđđĄđšđ«'đŹ đ§đšđđ: this is low key toxic LMAO but itâs okay cause nateâs a cutie patootie.
thank you anon! hope you like itâ€ïž
for some reason when i listened to this song it make me think of this fic, even though i would never picture him like this at allđ
tap tap tap.
âyou cannot be fucking serious.â you curse softly, placing your phone on the bed as you get up and head over to the window.
itâs no secret that you hate nathan doe, and he hates you too.
your parents are close with his, but nate has always been a little shit.
ever since you two were kids, heâd pick on you. youâd understand that it was friendly banter since heâs, yâknow; a boy. boys do that.
but it was never like that with him.
you unlock your window and open it, staring at the boy squatting on your roof. heâs in a t-shirt and gray sweats, his hair damp from showering.
âare you kidding right now, nate?â
âcan i come in?â he asks, already making his way through your window.
you roll your eyes. âi mean, you already are.â
he stands in the middle of your room with his hands in his pockets, looking around. âwhat do you want?â you groan.
he snaps his head toward you. âwhat? can an old friend not visit?â
âyou hate me.â
he raises his eyebrows and glances down your body. âi didnât see you at the game today.â
âiâd rather die than go to a lacrosse match,â you say. you guys are standing across from each other, and itâs weirdly comforting. you two would be trying to fight right now, but even if you were youâd be too tired to.
âwhat do you want, nate?â you repeat, this time more harshly.
âwhy do you always have a fucking attitude?â he snaps.
there it is.
you scoff. âstop with this nice act. i shouldnât have even let you in.â
âyet, you did!â he says with a high voice, taking his finger and pointing upward.
âfuck you.â
âyou wish.â
you squint your eyes at the boy. you shouldâve pushed him off of your roof when you had the chance.
âiâd watch that mouth if i were you, y/l/n.â he now points at you. âit can get you into big trouble.â
your next two words were meant to be in your head. âmake mââ
in one stride, nate pulls you in by the throat and smashes his lips on yours. you would think youâd want to pull away but no. you kiss back with hunger.
he pushes you against your bedroom door, not breaking the kiss as he lifts the bottom of your band tee to push his fingers inside your underwear.
he pulls away to make eye contact with you as he starts to rub your embarrassingly wet clit with his fingers. he smirks when he realizes this is all from him.
you fight every fiber in your body to not give him the satisfaction of giving you pleasure. not even a lip bite or a buck of the hips, even though you want to.
so. fucking. bad.
he continues to rub at a decent pace. âwhy so quiet now? cats got your tongue, pretty?â
âdonât call me that, asshole.â you spit back. âi hate you.â
he chuckles under his breath. âseems like it.â he mocks.
the heaving of your chest gets faster when you feel the knot start to form in the pit of your stomach. you curl your hands into fists that are on your sides when you feel wetness drip down your inner thighs. nate scans your face until he figures out what just happened. âcame already? my fingers werenât even inside you. thatâs a little pathetic, donât you think?â
âshut. up,â you say through gritted teeth.
you look down at his sweats without thinking, seeing the imprint of his boner as clear as day. he leans to your ear and takes his hands out.
âfeel how hard it is, pretty?â he jolts his hips into your clothed pussy. âitâs all because of you. i can never stop thinking about you, you know that? youâre engraved in my mind and i hate you for it. i always get off to what youâll look like wrapped around my cock.â
your bottom lip quivers from his words. you donât know what to say; the only thing you can think about is what you need. you need him.
he starts sucking a mark into your neck while untying his pants and pulling them past his thighs.
he lifts you, your legs dangling at his sides. he moves your panties to the side and starts to enter you slowly.
you pinch your lips together when you feel him all inside of you.
he groans at the feeling. âbetter than iâve imagined.â
his thrusts start small but he gradually gets faster to the point where he pulls back and slams back in. you bite back your moan.
âso stubborn,â he whispers, taking your bottom lip out from your teeth with his thumb.
one thing to keep in mind is that your parents are sleeping just across the way, but you canât seem to hold it in any longer.
donât do it⊠donât do it⊠donâtdoitdonâtdoitdonâtdoit.
âoh, god, nathan!â you cry out, immediately covering your mouth.
âthere she is,â he says. he somehow makes himself go deeper.
âfuck, nate. fuck!â your noises are muffled by your hand.
you look over his shoulder at the window, realizing you never closed it. even though your room is on the second floor, people can still see and hear you.
nate turns his head to see where you are looking at and smirks. he takes your hand off of your mouth.
âdonât hide your sounds. i want everybody to know who makes you feel this good.â
you whimper and look down, seeing how he fills you from the bulge in your tummy with the movement of his thrusts. your mouth drops slightly at the sight. âsee how well i fill you up, pretty? see how good you take my cock?â
you whimper again and grip his shoulders, dragging your nails down his upper back. âhow long has it been since youâve been fucked this good?â
âa l-long time.â you moan in pleasure as he hits that spot inside you. âright there, right there! please donât stop.â
âwhose is it, y/n?â he starts. âwhose pussy is this?â
ây-yours, nate. itâs all yours.â you cry out. âi need to cum. please let me cum for you.â
you keep blabbing out nonsense as he fucks the living daylights out of you. âgonna cum inside this sweet cunt so you know itâs mine. youâre all mine, pretty. donât ever forget it, yeah?â
âyes. yes!â you repeat. âiâm all yours. all yours, nathan.â
he kisses you as he spills every drop inside of you. you soon after gush around his dick, legs shaking and toes curling as you do so.
he sets you down and holds you by the waist so you donât stumble over from all of the stimulation. he holds you in a tight hug and whispers sweet nothings in your ear.
then, the light in the hallway flicks on and you hear footsteps.
ây/n!â your dad bellows. âwhat the fuck is going on in there?!â
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Jake jerking off as he listens in on you touching yourself in the other room. Him getting driven over the edge as he hears you moan his name đđ
soooooooo i went a bit offtrack... hope u don't mind !! happy birthday jakester
cw! fem!reader, jake is a perv (again), masturbating (m & f), some jay x reader, reader is a literal menace, i think i added more plot than i intended..
jake didnât mean to hear you the first time. it was purely an accident, having gotten home early once in a blue moon. your door was slightly peaked open, knowing that jake would usually still be out at this time. with a hand dipped between your thighs, hips bucking when your fingers donât reach as deep as you want them to, jake was quick to scurry into his bedroom as quietly as possible. he didnât even realize he popped a boner, but youâre his roommate! he really did try everything in his power to will down the hardon in his pants; grandmaâs undies, heeseungâs feetâÂ
much to his dismay, your wanton moans invaded his head like a parasite and he was only getting harder by the second. the first time was an accident. the second time was a⊠coincidence. he was already scrolling through his spank bank at one in the morning, half hard cock in his hand until he hears a faint noise on the other side of the wall where his head was resting. he recognizes itâs your voice when you make another sound, one that he realizes youâre whimpering quietly.Â
his dick seemed to spring to life after registering your whines and moans, and he found himself throwing his phone to the side, spank bank long forgotten as he focuses on the image in his head of you touching yourself. heâs not much of an edger, or so he thought, his hand coming to a quick stop when he felt his balls tighten and cock twitch in his hand. youâre still going, and a sick part of himself wants to cum when you cum, so he catches his breath until he hears you get a bit louder, a bit whinier with your bed sheets rustling that signals him youâre getting close.Â
his fist speeds up, head thrown back and his head meets the wall but he canât register the loud thump he makes when he feels his orgasm coming up, his chest bubbling as he lifts the bottom edge of his shirt up to his mouth to bite down on it, muffling his groans. he cursed under his breath, your name leaving his lips and into his shirt as his bare stomach was now littered with spurts of cum.Â
the third time it happened, he plans it. you have a pattern, he realized after a late night pondering (post jack off). then after the third time, it became his guilty pleasure. the showers afterwards were when he would feel the guilt part, with him unable to look you in the eye the next morning.Â
youâre attractiveâ itâs something jake wonât deny, but you werenât his type.. but somewhere along the way his type changed. heâs been eyeing you differently, more nervous and his palms get more sweaty around you. he thinks heâs subtle, but youâre not stupid.Â
if the walls are thin enough for him to hear you, then you can hear him too. heâs not exactly the quiet groans and growls kind of guy⊠you find that heâs more gasps and moans between the wall that separates the two of you. you also donât miss the way he rubs his palms against his bottoms whenever you engage in small talk with him.Â
but youâve always found jake attractive. heâs been your type since youâve moved in, meeting him for the first time. the two of you arenât really bestie-level close, but itâs not awkward when you two eat with each other. itâs quiet and intimate and sometimes youâll delude yourself into thinking itâs a sweet domestic moment. so imagine your happiness when you hear a muffled moan of your name coming from jakeâs room.Â
youâre sharply aware whenever jake is listening in on you, jacking off whenever you touch yourself. you should be creeped out by it but it gives you some sort of sick satisfaction that you have this power over him. so.. when you come up with the idea to play with him for a bit, you feel a bit evil.Â
jayâs cute, right? cute enough to fuck for a night. and jayâs name is close enough to jakeâs name, right? close enough to play with jakeâs mind for a night.Â
it wasnât hard to convince jay to fool around with you, you know youâre attractive and you know your way to flirt with a guy. you invite him over to your shared apartment with jake, blatantly ignoring your roommate whoâs sitting in the living room, mindlessly channel surfing.Â
heâs used to a hi at least from you whenever you enter, but he sees a second reflection behind you from the screen. he (not so) distinctly turns his head around, just barely missing the back of jayâs head before the two of you enter your room and you shut the door.Â
since when have you ever hung out with jay? jakeâs confused, but his thoughts are quickly interrupted when he hears you giggle, a moan following after than he can tell was muffled, probably by jayâs hand. jake is quick to put the pieces together, quickly rushing to his room in embarrassment as he grabs his airpods in an attempt to plug his ears for the night.Â
heâs not used to you bringing people home, not that you canât but he assumes itâs a mutual respect that youâve never brought anyone home and neither has he. he has no right to be mad at you⊠and heâs not! but the swirling pit in his stomach is growing larger by the moment with every giggle and faint moan he can hear.Â
but the pit in his stomach isnât the only one thatâs growing, his cock beginning to harden in his pants like itâs muscle memory whenever he hears you moan. he palms his face, trying to will himself, saving the little dignity he has left. which is close to zero as he pulls himself out of his sweats, precum already leaking at the tip as he sighs.Â
âah, jay!â jake hears you moan, his head leaning against the wall as he slowly begins to stroke himself. he can almost hear the sloppy noises from your room if he really closed his eyes and listen, heâs assuming jayâs eating you out. what he would do to be the one to eat you out instead.Â
âoh f-fuck, donât stop, jay,â you gasp at the intrusion of jayâs fingers into your entrance, eyes closing shut. you know jakeâs in his room, hearing his door shut shortly after you and jay entered your room. you make sure to be a bit louder than you normally would be, guessing that jakeâs on the other side of the wall listening in on you.Â
jakeâs already feeling close, your whines like music to his ears. heâs imagining youâre saying j instead of jayâs actual name, like a new little nickname youâve given him. heâs stroking himself faster as you continue to chant jayâs name, knowing that youâre getting close.Â
but then you stop moaning suddenly, and his hand comes to a halt as he stifles a groan. his chest is heaving up and down, his tip an angry flush of red as he waits for you to actually come to an orgasm. he hears a whine and a gasp from you, and he can only imagine what your cute face will look like when his cock splits you open, slowly entering himself inside of you.Â
but heâs not the one thatâs fucking you right nowâ as it seems like jay has a different approach when you suddenly squeal, a loud gasp leaving your lips and jake can only vision that jay has fully bottomed out in you at once. âjay!!â he hears you call out, imagining itâs you calling his faux nickname.Â
shutting his eyes tightly, jake speeds up his hand stroking his cock faster as he hears the sloppy slapping of skin against skin on the other side of the wall. itâs so vile, he feels disgusting but you sound so hot and jake canât help it. heâs groaning into his hand again, praying youâre cumming soon because he doesnât think he can edge himself any further.
âo-oh my fffuck! iâm coming.. cumming jay!!â you scream, and jake follows suit as well, wishing his cum could mix with yours instead of just laying on his abdomen. he does his best to stifle his moans, biting into the back of his hand as he catches his breath. he can still hear jayâs skin slapping against yours, your overstimulated moans only springing his cock back to life.
the next morning, you wake up earlier than you usually do to catch jake in the kitchen. âgood morning,â you hum innocently, opening the fridge only to get nothing before closing it up. jake, as you expected, canât look you in your eyes, the shame of jerking off to you with another man is too much to bear. âsleep well?â you continue to press him, slowly creeping your way behind him where his back is turned to you.Â
âuh- good⊠i guess. could be better,â he mumbles sheepishly as he turns around, your close presence making him jump a bit. âwhat, um, what about you?â he stumbles on his words, your body so close to his that it makes him nervous but he does nothing to move away.Â
âi slept real good,â you smile, eyes teasing him when you look up and down his body and you donât miss the way his Adamâs apple portrays his nervous swallow. âbut iâm sure you heard allll about it⊠jâ.Â
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AAAA I LOVEDDD your Sanji fic smmm đ„șđ„ș could you please hear me out on food play with Sanji
Like him licking cake batter off the readerâs chest
Please and thank you đđ„ș (I hope your having an amazing day)
†pairing: vinsmoke sanji x afab!reader
†word count: 1.6k
†warnings: dom!sanji, bratty!reader, food play, nipple play, praise kink, oral (f receiving), established relationship, fluff, fem reader
i'm so glad i got this ask while i was watching sanji bake big mom's wedding cake.... it did something to me. (and now i'm craving strawberry shortcake)
sanji's a giant tease in this hehe (ââÏââ)âĄ
NSFW under the break! minors dni thank uuu
Thick strawberry jam coated your lips like gloss and tinted them carmine. Swirls of whipped cream decorated your bare skin in a pattern of curves and dots, starting on your collarbones and trailing down to your hips and upper thighs. This design was interwoven with sliced strawberries and intricate designs made of pastel pink buttercream frosting. Two perfectly ripe berries and a generous coating of cold whipped cream topped your peaked nipples.
When your boyfriend told you he was going to try out a new strawberry shortcake recipe, you eagerly joined him. Watching him bake was mesmerizing, and he always let you lick the bowl. You did not expect to end up naked and sprawled across the kitchen table.
âSanjiâŠâ You whined and shifted your body slightly. The first dollops of whipped cream he applied were beginning to melt, leaving uncomfortable sticky patches on your skin.Â
The blonde gently shushed you from across the room, occupied with putting the actual cake in the oven and hardly sparing you a glance. âDonât move around too much, darling, youâll ruin the design.â You wished he had secured you to the table with his silk necktie â your willpower wasnât strong enough to stay still on your own.Â
Sanji set a timer for twenty minutes then slowly sauntered over to the table, setting down a cream-filled piping bag and a bowl of extra strawberries next to you. The cook appeared ravenous, his visible eye turned dark with lust as it raked over your sugar-covered body. He murmured about how delicious you looked as he leaned down to lick the jam clean off your lips. You moaned quietly when he slipped his tongue into you, noticing that his normal taste of cigarettes had been diluted by the fruity substance.Â
âDidnât know my sweet girl could get even sweeter,â your boyfriend chuckled in satisfaction. He collected some leftover jam clinging to the sides of the bowl and brought his fingers to your mouth. âTaste?â
You gladly accepted, lapping at his digits and moaning in delight. The jam was a perfect balance of sweet and tart, expertly blended to the proper texture. His cooking never failed to amaze you. âOh, Sanji, thatâs incredible.âÂ
A giant grin spread across his face and his chest swelled with pride. Coating his tongue with more jam, he pulled you into a passionate, strawberry-flavored kiss, letting you savor the saccharine substance.
Sticky lips slowly made their way down your jaw and neck until they reached where the sugary decorations began. Sanji paused and pulled away, sighing in mock disappointment. âThis might be my best design yet. I would hate to ruin it.âÂ
âI canât stay like this forever,â you pouted cutely, causing him to coo and kiss your pretty lips. âWhat happened to never wasting food?â
âDonât worry, I always stay true to my word.âÂ
So he got to work devouring you, taking his sweet time to lick up the drops of sugar coating your body. You shuddered when the tip of his tongue swirled across your collarbones, carefully following a trail of buttercream. Gentle lips trailed down your sternum as they kissed and nibbled at every inch of skin he lapped clean. Sanji intentionally left your breasts alone so he could admire your cream-covered nipples in perverted pleasure.Â
This wasnât your first instance of food play â Sanji was a big fan of dripping melted chocolate on both of you â but this felt the most complete. He had taken the time to elegantly decorate you, telling you how amazing his âdessertâ looked while he worked, and now he was putting in even more effort to consume you. Your pussy was completely untouched yet it was already dripping. You wiggled your hips to try to get some friction from the blonde positioned between your legs. Sanji tutted and nipped at your waist, reminding you to stay still.Â
Once your lower torso was licked clean of berries and cream, Sanji made his way to your chest. He was obsessed with your tits â he could play with them for hours if you let him (and you often did). Eating sweets off of them was a dream come true. He plucked off a strawberry with his teeth and hummed happily as he chewed it, then opened his mouth wide to engulf the big heap of whipped cream and your nipple all in one go. A cry spilled from your lips, and you tried your best to stay still but his warm mouth suctioned around your peaked nipple and sucking hard was driving you insane.Â
Sanji was in ecstasy, making lewd slurping noises and kneading the base of your breast before giving your other nipple the same tantalizing treatment. You braced yourself, expecting him to move between your legs next. Instead, he grabbed the piping bag to coat your tits with a second layer of cream, gladly swallowing all of it. Repeating the process until the bag was half-empty and you were shaking with delight, whining out his name and making his heavy cock strain against his pants.Â
His stubble tickled your breast as he whispered soft praise and smugly complimented his own whipped cream recipe for making your nipples even more addicting to suck. Then his hands moved further down, creeping closer and closer to your pussy until he nudged the tip of your clit â
The timer went off.Â
âOops, gotta get that,â Sanji clicked his tongue and your eyes widened.Â
âYouâre not really gonna leave me like this, are you?â Your cunt was drenched and one of your tits was still half-covered in whipped cream. He calmly strolled across the room like nothing was happening. âSanjiiiii, Iâm so wet for you.â
âBe patient, my love. Iâm enjoying my dessert right now, but I want you to have the perfect slice of shortcake when weâre done. I canât let it overbake for even a minute.â His voice had a teasing lilt â he knew exactly what he was doing to you. Loved seeing you desperate for him the way he was desperate for you.Â
While he carefully took out each layer of vanilla cake from the oven, you decided to take matters into your own hands. âJust a few more seconds,â he snickered, stopping you moments before you could touch your cunt. Damn Observation Haki.
When the cakes were finally resting on cooling racks, the blonde stalked back to you like a predator about to consume its willing prey. Rather than continuing where he left off, Sanji coated your inner thighs with swirls of cream and slurped them up. Pushing your patience to the limit as he slowly inched closer to where you needed him the most.
âYouâre so cute when youâre needy for me.â Your boyfriend paused to grab a plump strawberry, pressing the larger end between your lips. His dick twitched at the sight of you so pretty and pliant. âBe a good girl and keep it in your mouth.â Great, another test of your willpower.
Sanjiâs soft strands of hair tickled your inner thighs as he spread your folds wide, licking his lips and admiring you without making a move. You wanted to complain about him being a tease, but you settled for rolling your eyes in order to keep the strawberry intact. The blonde smirked at your brattiness yet indulged you, licking a languid stripe from the bottom of your dripping folds to your clit.
âFuck, youâre soaked.â He thumbed at the bundle of nerves which made your legs twitch around his head. âAnd so fucking delicious.â Swearing at a lady went against his gentlemanly code, but that self-imposed rule fell away the moment you took your clothes off. You were too fucking gorgeous for him to hold back.
Not wasting any more time, he lapped at your cunt like a starved man, coating his lips and chin in your delicious juices. The lingering taste of cream and sugar on his tongue only added to the experience. Tangling your fingers in his blonde locks and locking your calves around his back, you pulled him impossibly closer to your pussy. Sanji only moaned in encouragement, his nose firmly rubbing against your clit as his wet muscle wormed its way inside your walls and licked everywhere it could reach. He unzipped his slacks to palm his rock-hard cock through his precum-stained boxers.
You were embarrassingly close to cumming after just a few minutes, but nearly a half hour of licking sweets off your body did a lot. Sanji was also a god at eating pussy â though he was sexually inexperienced when you began dating, his enthusiasm and desperation overrode his lack of skill. When his tongue prodded against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside you, your grip on his scalp tightened and you threw your head back against the table, unable to stop yourself from biting down on your makeshift gag. Sweet strawberry juice flowed into your mouth as your own juices gushed over your boyfriendâs face. He gladly let them soak his skin and stain the collar of his shirt.
âHoly shit,â you gasped, chest heaving from the mind-blowing orgasm. âFuck, that was amazing.â Sanji giggled at the praise as he stood and caressed your cheek, once again telling you how beautiful and perfect you were. But your heart sank when he took a step away from you. âDonât tell me you have to frost the cake now. Thatâs too mean.â
Your boyfriend laughed, his bright smile never failing to fill your stomach with butterflies. âIâm just putting it in the fridge. Trust me, Iâm not done with you.â The obvious tent in his boxers was proof of that. âWe still have a ton of cream and berries left, and I plan on using all of it.â
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you just did a soda with a mommy kink⊠now i want dally đ doesnât even have to be mommy iâm just CRAVING submissive dally! maybe reader and him could be out and dalâs all tough until they get home đ€đ€
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A/N: Hey pookies. Im back!!! Hope yall enjoy this chapter. it came out longer than I usually write so I hope you enjoy <3 Requests always open and I love you guys!
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The party music only seemed to get louder as I sipped my drink. I had no intention of getting drunk. It was a party at bucks right below Dallas's room and it was keeping me up. Dally was already down here, drinking his ass off and probably gambling. There was only a matter of time before I had to reel him in. One thing about him is that he got ballsy when he was tipsy
I checked the time and it was 2:00 am already. Cigarette and alcohol lingered in the air, probably getting everyone if not already, slightly high. My eyes scanned the room before situating them on Dally, at a pool table. I started at his hard expression that was clearly pissed off. Its time. I rose to my feet and shuffled through the packed party to get to him. "Dal, its time to go up." I spoke, touching his arm slightly.
Dallas's arm shook off my hand before looking at me with a challenging look. "I'll come up when I come up" My eyebrows knitted closely together as my face twisted with annoyance. "Dallas-" I spoke his name again with more confidence. "Can you just let me enjoy my time down here-fuckin suffocating me all the time." I looked at him with a sarcastic smile before leaning into his neck.
I pressed my lips to his pale skin, sucking ever so slightly before biting down harshly to make a bruise. I pull away and search his face for a expression. His eyes find mine in pure desperation, mercy, and begging. My lips tugged in both corners as my hand found its way to his neck, my thumb rubbing the bruise forming. "You like when I mark you up? Don't you?"
His adams apple bobbed as he gulped, supplying me with my answer. "You're definitely not leaving the bed tonight so get ready." My hand resting on his neck, slowly raked down his chest before I turned on my heel to make my way upstairs. Liquid courage always bites him in the ass.
His footsteps pattered behind me quickly, as I continued to walk. Once we got into our room I pulled Dallas into me, his toned stomach flush against mine. Our lips connect and I start to tease the waistband of his underwear. He sighed, thinking that he would get rewarded for his behavior. Stupid "Get on your knees, pretty boy"
Dallas complied and looked up at me. "You're so pathetic, baby. Acting like you're such a man but turning into a whore when you come here with me. " I tutted. Dallas let out a muffled grunt as he shifted on the floor. "Please help me. I need you" his voice was low and desperate. It sounded like he was almost on the verge of tears honestly.
I smiled at him before grabbing his chin and making him look at me in the eyes. "Prove it." Dallas nodded. His lips captured the skin of my shin, they slowly moved till they reach my upper thigh. "Can I take them off, sweetheart. Please?" Begging.
"Do you think you deserve that?" I feigned confusion. He lifted his head with furrowed brows.
"Please, don't make me beg. Im sorry, I need it."
Satisfaction painted my expression. He relaxed a bit, knowing what the look meant. I was gonna give him something...anything. It was like throwing a dog a bone. "Go ahead"
The metal of the button of my buttons clinked as urged to get them open. He tugged them down roughly, damn near giving me fucking friction burns. Dallas's mouth immediately founds it way to me, tonguing me over my underwear. "Fuck. Thats good, baby" I moaned.
The tip of his tongue hit my clit perfectly through the cloth, making me groan. I threw back my head against the door. A hand snaked between me and the door, bringing down on his mouth further. Praise spill from my mouth as I felt hypnotized by his wet muscle. His other hand came to my aching clit, starting to rub fast circle.
He ate me out like his life depended on it, only coming up to take quick breaths. My moans only encouraged him to go faster.
"Shit, Dally, yes, such a good boy."
I pulled him back by his hair to look at him. He looked completely pussy-drunk, eyes dazed and my arousal shining off the lower half of his face. "You're such a pretty boy, Dally. Its a shame you're not a good boy most of the time." I feigned a fake sympathy face before pushing his face back between my thighs.
I looked down at him and his eyes met mine. His tongue wrapped around my clit and sucked as his fingers came to my entrance, teasing me. "Don't tease." His middle finger entered me almost immediately, making me groan loudly. My moans spewed him on, another finger pushing into me.
"You love eating my pussy, don't you? Say it for me."
He pulled back himself this time, "I love eating your pussy. I want you to cum. I need it, sweetheart"
I felt my peak get closer hearing his pleas. My hand founds its way to his hair pushing him closer to me. My hips bucked into his face, grinding harder and harder. My orgasm crash over me soon after, making me cry out.
I released his hair after pulling him away. "Get up. Dallas got up quickly. My lips found his immediately, my tongue slipping into his mouth to deepen it quickly. We both pulled away breathless. "Take off your clothes for me" I whispered against his lips.
Dally stepped back and hurriedly pulled off his shirt, pants and lastly underwear. I pushed him on the bed and straddled him, connecting our lips once again. "What do you want? Be a good boy and use your words. He groaned softly at my choice of words
"I need to be inside of you, Please."
I told him to flip us over till I was on my back. "Always feels so good. Can I move, please?" He whispered into my ear as he pushed in. "Mhm." His hands grasped my hips as he pulled them flush against him. He let out a content sigh. "Fuck."
Dallas rocks into me, making me feel every part of his cock. "Go faster for me, baby" I told him. He whimpered and complied. "Shit, you feel so good." I pull him down to press my lips to his neck, giving him new marks. "You like that? I didn't forget about earlier, you're not coming yet.
His blissful expression dropped quickly as my words sunk in.
I could tell that he was close by the way his cock throb inside of me. The room was filled of sounds of slapping skin and moans. It almost feels addictive the way Im just taking him in. I felt him thrust particularly harder, making moan out. "You're so handsome when you're desperate, Dally"
He groaned. "Please say my name like that again. Can I cum?"Â I shook my head and gave him a sarcastic pout. "Aw poor baby. All pent up. Well you should've thought about that before" His mouth came down to my chest, starting to kiss down the valley of my breasts. My orgasm approached as my moans got raspier and breathless.
I brought my hand down to me clit, rubbing fast circle on the aching bundle of nerves. "Gonna cum. You're doing so good" It only took a couple more thrust before I came, make me grip his biceps. "I need to-" he tried to get out before I interrupted. "Beg"
His thrusts don't halt as he repeats the word "please" to me in a effort. "Not good enough, baby. Cmon I know you can do it." I brought him back down to kiss down his jaw once again. "I love you. Im sorry, I won't do it again. I s-swear. oh fuck. I wont-"
"Cum for me." I whispered.
He buried himself into me at a hilt before shooting thick ribbons of cum into me. " Thank you! Thank you!"
Such good manners.
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listen- i get this is not helpful at all but i NEED a fic based on the 8th picture (him in front of that wooden door in glasses) with spencer reid x reader đ
https://www.tumblr.com/reiderwriter/726627519505301504/photo-dump-2-im-really-in-love-with-him-guys
A/N: I love this pic so much, you don't even know, like glasses??? Hair??? Shirt unbuttoned whorishly??? It's actually criminal. I hope you enjoy the fic!!
Warnings: Semi-public sex, creampie, most of this isn't smut, but it is there, fingering, cowgirl, etc.
You weren't sure what motivated you to keep your relationship with Spencer Reid to yourself. You just knew that the heat of his kisses was delightful.
On days like today, special occasions where you had him all to yourself with no threat of intrusion, you gave into your little desires, let go of all your tension and melted into his touch, ready to feel all of him as you both basked in your pleasure.Â
Rolling your hips into his from the couch you enjoyed every lazy tun of his lips across yours, each slow caress of your cheek, every pump of his fingers inside you, stretching you out and getting you ready.Â
You let yourself get lost in his bites, his licks, just as he moaned at each scratch of your nails against his back. You were so lost and content that neither of you, in fact, noticed the frustrated rings of the Spencer's doorbell, until whoever it was on the other side pounded against the door with a forceful knock.Â
âCome back to me quickly,â you reluctantly parted from him, taking the opportunity to catch your breath as Spencer donned his glasses and straightened the part of his shirt that remained buttoned.Â
Moving to the door, Spencer scowled in dissatisfaction. Cracking the door open, his face immediately drained of blood as he took in the face outside of it.Â
âAbout time, pretty boy. I've been out here ten minutes trying to get you to open up.â Morgan sighed, exasperated. Suddenly thankful that he'd only cracked the door, Spencer narrowed it a little further, knowing that your body would be in direct view of anyone standing in the doorway with a clear eye line.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â He questioned the man, willing his body to lose the tension in his voice before Morgan suspected something was off.
âRossi's pasta night. I drive you every time, don't tell me you forgot.âÂ
âI'm feeling a little under the weather. I think I picked up the flu in Seattle last week.â He coughed for effect, though the resulting eyebrow raise didn't exactly bolster his opinion of his own acting skills.
âYou are looking a little pale, but you're also sounding very suspicious. Spencer, if you're using again, you know we'll get you the help you need.âÂ
âI appreciate it, Morgan, but I'm not. Just the flu. I promise.âÂ
âThat last unsub really did a number on you, huh? I knew he landed some punches, but I didn't think he'd bruised up your neck and chest like that.âÂ
For a minute, Spencer stood confused before he glanced down at his near bare chest, trailing a hand down certain areas you'd paid special attention to moments before. His mind blanked as he searched for an excuse, completely forgetting that Morgan had just given him a perfectly reasonable one.Â
âWell, anyway, take care of yourself, kid.â With that, the older man sauntered away, leaving Spencer to close the door behind him and thank whatever logical higher power there was that he didn't ask any further questions.Â
He practically threw himself back into the living room and into your arms as he pressed himself into you once again, not planning to leave until you'd shared ample satisfactions with each other.Â
âXâÂ
âSo they're definitely fucking, right?â Emily sipped her wine as she finished her pasta dish, Penelope to her left and Morgan to her right as they gossiped about their beloved teammates.Â
âYou should've seen it, Emily. The kid was covered in lipstick and hickeys and couldn't even give me a reason why.â With Rossi and Hotch away packing up the leftovers, the three more fun members of the team had been left to JJ's careful watch.Â
âThe three of you should drop it. They'll tell us when they tell us. We shouldn't pry.â
âIt took me a month to learn Y/N's first name. I thought I'd forgot it and was wandering around trying to get her to say it, only to find out she'd never told any of us, and you think she's going to be so forthcoming with other personal information?â Penelope pouted, still sore about your slightly chilly welcome to the team.Â
âI'm just saying maybe we shouldn't push it. They're both our friends, and they're obviously enjoying the sneaking around.âÂ
âI suddenly recall Miss Jareau here also sneaking around and being secretive a while back, with a certain Mr LaMontagne.â Emily smirked at her friend across the table, silencing the other woman with her teasing and earning her a humorous eye roll.Â
âHow much of that wine have you had, Emily?â Hotch asked, stepping into the dining room once again, a tense frown set against his stern features.Â
âHalf a glass. We have a case?âÂ
âUnfortunately. I'll call Y/N and Reid. Go pick up your go-bags.âÂ
âHotch, wait!â Morgan called out as the man started typing the familiar digits into his phone. âI'll get Y/N and Reid. I have a feeling I can kill two birds with one stone with this notification.â
âXâÂ
The feeling of Spencer buried inside of you was near perfection, as you rocked your hips into his, grinding down on his cock as you rode him. Never a fan of giving up complete control, Spencer kept a tight hand on your hips, controlling your pace and keeping it disastrously fast as you found your release above him. He continued feeding you pleasure as he worked himself over the edge, to happy to be meeting you in your bliss.Â
Another interruption found you before you could catch your breaths, though, and the pounding at Spencerâs door was back again. Somehow, it was even louder this time.Â
âYou're on top. Can you get that one?â He panted underneath you and you nodded quickly, hissing slightly as you pulled yourself off his cock, watching your shared arousal spill out. Cleaning yourself up with the towels he'd prepared earlier, you pulled on the closest item of clothing to you and made your way to the door.Â
Your biggest regret, had you been asked, would most likely have been the decision to forego pants. As you swung open the door to Spencerâs apartment, you were met with three shit-eating grins.Â
âY/N, wonderful, just who we were looking for.â Emily smiled and teased as Penelope tried her best not to burst into laughter. Morganâs expression was the mirror of Emilyâs, as he joined in the teasing.Â
âThat shirt looks better on you than it did on Spencer earlier, I'll give you that.âÂ
You subconsciously wrapped it around yourself more, again cursing your lack of foresight. You'd grabbed Spencerâs shirt and pulled it on like a dress, despite the fact that you weren't so much smaller than the man himself, just shorter.Â
âWhat are you all doing here?âÂ
âHotch sent us to get you. We've got a case. Shipping out in 1 hour. Do you have your go-bag, or do you just leave enough supplies here to be able to make the drop from here?â Emily continued, mixing business with the pleasure of poking fun at you.Â
It seemed that Spencer in his post-orgasmic bliss had made the same mistake as you had as you felt a set of arms wrap around you from behind, a warm presence at your back as he lifted an arm to tilt the door slightly more ajar than before.Â
He'd at least had the decency to throw on pants, though.Â
âSpencer! I'm so glad you could join us! How's your cold?â Emily barked with laughter as she took in Spencerâs guilty, frozen expression.Â
âThere's a perfectly good explanation for this.â He stuttered, putting a slight bit of distance between the two of you but not fully letting you go as your friends struggled to wipe the smiles off their faces.Â
âI don't want to hear an explanation of anything you did in their, kid. I already know about the birds and the bees.â Morgan laughed as he started his retreat from Spencer's doorway, the two women following suit.Â
âFor your consideration, I'd make a wonderful godmother.â Penelope shouted as she followed her best friends out of the building. Emily lingered a few more seconds, though, still grinning.Â
âYou have about an hour to come up with an excuse, though, if you'd like. Hotch says wheels up in 60, gives you time to get your story straight.â With a wink, she was gone, and you were once again closing the door to the world and turning into Spencer's embrace.Â
âThat went⊠as expected.â You whispered as he nuzzled his head into your hair.Â
âHonestly, I'm just surprised it took them this long. You'd think after a year of us sharing motel rooms, one of them would catch on.âÂ
âYou would certainly think so. You certainly would.âÂ
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Naoya's reaction when y/n's thighs expand 3 times its size when she sits down. For my girlie's that have thick thighs đđ plus me. Serious insecurity but damn wouldn't that be Naoya's 2nd favourite thing after tiddies. Definitely would give some criticism that y/n don't exercise enough and that's why her thighs are like that,but would br also smother his face between her thighs? Yes
Hello anon!!
Ngl when I first read this ask (the beginning) I was like HUH? But then I read the rest and was like ugh same. I kind of relate to what you feel, that plus chafing and what not đ
ANYWAYS I hope you enjoy this debauched piece. :) ehehehe dunno what was going through my head but I liked it.
warnings: NSFW. THOUGH NOT DETAILED, THERE'S SMUT. MINORS DNI. Naoya and the Zen'in are perverts, some more explicit than others. Also misogynistic views, unwanted commentary about bodies.
Happy reading!
You know what I was thinking?
Naoya being so obsessed with your body, that the moment he sees you he doesnât even bother to make formal introductions or anything; nope.
He just needed to see you sit down one time, one time, unwittingly getting a very detailed look of how your thighs just become bigger underneath your skirt, alongside the adorably cute way you attempted to tug the edge down to avoid revealing too much (Naoya had seen more than enough at that point, of course he did.) and that was it for him to know youâd be the perfect wife.
So, fast forward a few weeks, after making the right arrangements, youâre effectively married to him, âhappilyâ living in the Zenâin estate, where he can keep an eye on you, close to whenever he might need to make use of your wifely commitmentsâbut most importantly, underneath constant scrutiny that not even your role as future Lady of the House could save you from.
The torments youâre subjected to here arenât ones you havenât heard before, in fact, youâve heard enough of them to not care anymoreâŠ
But perhaps being married to Naoya, something that many cautioned would probably never happen due to your appearance, was enough to finally make them hurt.
His family just couldnât⊠wrap their mind around the fact that from all women in the world, literally anyone else, he chose you: the epitome of laziness as theyâd like to say. The sheer example of not being able to control oneâs selfish desires in favor of temporary satisfaction.
In a world where thinner, athletic physiques were encouraged, you sure stood out like a sore thumb.
It wasnât your fault, though. Some people were simply born that way, with different genetics and there was nothing wrong with that.
But to them, that was not enough of an excuse, if there ever was one; and once you heard for the last time how Naoya was simply tolerating you because, well, because of some unknown reason, you had enough.
You were tired of constantly hearing them belittling your worth, comparing you to whichever woman they brought along to hopefully convince Naoya into divorcing youâor at least sow his seeds on a more suitable candidate; a fact made worse when he seemingly didnât put a resistance to their invitations, chipping away at your confidence.
And above all, you were exhausted of unwittingly highlighting the faults in your relationship, the clear signs that Naoya was never truly happy with you, such as those scarce moments of intimacy the two shared. Those that you didnât think much of, outside of fear and pain, for he never struck you to be the kind, patient lover (and he wasnât).
But now that these issues were highlighted⊠you could only feel sorrowful.
Naoya, while insatiable when it comes to lust, seemed to have only spent the night with you for political reasons. To fulfill his duty of securing the future of the Zenâinânot because he ever harbored desire for you.
Yet, why did you even expect otherwise? For he too demeaned you with cruel commentaries, and with the one thing you were mostly self-conscious aboutâŠ
âYou know, your thighs wouldnât be that big if you actually worked out or somethingâŠâ
âDonât wear that. I donât want you to show your legsâitâs already unbefitting a woman, but in your case⊠well, itâs only necessary.â
That was more than enough to finally push you to the edge and do the one thing many were constantly pestering you about: not to eat. Though in your defense, itâs not like you felt like doing so anyways, the voices and faces of those that hurt you were quick to put you back in your place if you even did as little as consider it, ruining your appetite.
And you managed to keep this way for a few days, at least until you began to grow sick, tired, unable to tend to your duties as you did before, which did not escape your staffâs attention, and subsequently, Naoyaâs.
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you??â Naoya would exclaim first thing upon returning from a mission; tired. The last thing he wanted to do was deal with the complaints of your lacking commitment, the only goddamn thing you had to do around the estate. âTo go ahead and cause problems to my family, taint my nameâhave you got no shame?!â
âI didnât mean toâŠâ you murmur, yourself tired as well, due for other reasons, made worse by Naoyaâs reproach.
âThen do you mind explaining what the hell were you thinking? What were you planning to do? Get my attention??â He frowns. âDramatic, but what else could I expect from a woman like you?â
âPlease, Naoya⊠I donât feel like arguingâŠâ
âNo, of course not. You donât feel like doing anything, do you? Not even eating!â He remarked. âWhat? Trying to lose some weight, now? Is that whatâs gotten into your mind?â
You remain silent, giving him enough of an answer. He laughs.
âSo it is that!â He boasts. âI canât believe it, Y/N! I didnât think youâd be so stupid to actually do that!â
âLeave me aloneâŠâ you whisper, tears beginning to pool around your eyes.
âTo what? Puke your guts out, now? Donât be stupid!â Naoya continues to jest. âI knew women were desperate, but I didnât think youâd break the mold!â
His words, perhaps out of your already brewing insecurities, or simply because youâve grown tired of his mockery, wash you over with an unprecedented wave of anger, dropping your heart to the pit of your stomach as you sharply turn around, ready to take a stand for yourself once and for all.
âAnd why do you care so much, hm, Naoya?!â You cry. âWerenât you also one of those that always bothered me about my weight? About how embarrassing I am to your name simply because of the way I look?!â
He flinches, startled by your reaction at first, but soon angered by it as well.
âI wonât tolerate your disrespectââ he frowns, yet you donât let him continue.
âYou even ask me to cover myself up!â you gasp. âYouâre soâyouâre so disgusted by how I look that youâyou wouldnât mind if I spent the rest of my life locked away so you wonât ever have to seeââ
âDo you hear yourself?â Naoya seethes, taking your hand and pulling you to him with such strength that instantly startles you, making you squirm in reaction, trying to move away but he keeps you still, understanding youâve officially made him furious. âDo you hear the stupidities youâre spewing?!â
âLeaveâleave me alone.â You whimper, tears sliding down your cheeks. âYouâre hurting me!â
âI ought to hurt you more for insulting me!â
âInsulting⊠you?â you repeat, confused. âHow was this insulting to you?!â
âYou think Iâd let you walk around the estate like a whore? Let you display whatâs mine?!â
âNaoya, youâre notâyouâre not making any sense.â You respond, shame settling in your heart. âIf youâre going to make fun of meâ!â
âYouâre fucking stupid, did you know that?â Is all that he says before pushing you against the wall, making you whimper when roughly hitting the wooden pillar behind, a noise that is quickly shut by his lips landing on yours, wasting no time for his tongue to battle yours, subduing you. âSo fucking stupidâŠâ
Heâd murmur, you moan.
âNaâNaoyaââ you breathe, torn apart by his desire and your confusion. Didnât he⊠dislike you? âStâstop!â
âWhat is it that you wanted me to do? Stand aside as my family ogles at you?!â
âDonât you meanâdonât you mean scrutinize?!â you gasp, flinching when his lips move from yours, down to your jaw, then neck⊠âStopâstop mocking me!â
âI should feel offended by your stupidity, if anything.â He responds, pulling away from you to take a good look into your teary eyesâas if trying to assess if you really declared such atrocity, or if it was work of his own anguished mind. âYour blindness to acknowledge what I truly think of you.â
âTheyâthey hate me.â You tremble, why would he want you to remember such an awful thing? âYou hate meââ
âNo, Y/N.â Naoya groans, pressing closer to you while taking your hand once more to move it down to his groin where his hardening cock was in full display for you to feel, destroying the perceptions you had of everything around youâaround him. âThis is what you make them feelâ what you make me feel!â
âNaoâNaoyaââ you tremble, trying to move away your hand from his growing length, intimidated that he somehow felt even bigger underneath your palm; giving the impression his desire for you right now was much stronger than any other instances. But⊠how? Or more likely, Why? âI donâtâI donât get itâ!â
âDo you really think Iâd be blind to the way they stare at you? To their futile attempts of bringing you down, of changing you, just so theyâd stop thinking what your skin feels like underneath their fingertipsâor how sweet your cunt tastes like?â Naoya breathed, continuing to rub your hand against his cock, desperate to let you know how much he needs his releaseâhow he wants to throw this senseless discussion awayâŠ
But not without declaring his upper hand, the one he always had with his family, of course. âBut they canâtâ He smirks. âThe moment I saw you, I knew youâd be the perfect wife, the perfect mother for my children.â
The thought of harboring such desire from Naoya made your cunt tighten, the same way his cock twitches.
âTheyâre just jealous I got to you first.â He continues. âThat I was able to see your worth just by your wide hips and ample bosomâyouâre the epitome of femininity⊠but even betterâ
Youâre all mine.â
âBut youâbut you said horrible things to meââ you cry, his lascivious words still not enough to remove the pain from those awful moments. âWhyâŠ?â
âAw, my love.â Naoya chuckles, cupping your face with his hands and squeezing it so softly, making you pout, a face he always loved to incite from you, amongst others. âI just canât help it; your reactions are so adorable; you simply make it too easy.â
His hands then travel down to the edges of your skirt, lifting your kimono just enough to reveal your smooth legs to him, the same ones he always had touch and kneed whenever you were close, the mere sight of them enough to make him further spiral into his desireâ
If not anger when seeing the flimsy piece of cloth covering your cunt, fingers quick to grab the edge and rip it apart, letting out a quick gasp from your mouth.
âHow many times have I told you to stop wearing these stupidities?!â He hisses. âYou know damn well than to go against the words of your own husband!â
âBut youâyou hadnât touched me.â You fret. âSince that night, we⊠you hadnâtâI didnât think it was necessary.â
âYou truly couldnât be any dumber, could you? Just because Iâve been busy does that mean you can go on and disobey my words?â Naoya accuses with a jesting tone that serves to place the direction of his following actions. âMy lovely wife is really that naive⊠luckily for you, Iâm the one in charge of doing all the thinking, while youâyou just have to stay like this, ready for meâŠ
To take my cock like the good whore of a wife you are, with that lewd body of yours that is only mine. Exclaiming for me to give you a baby, make you a mother, make your hips wider, your breasts bigger, filled milkââ
And the way your body tightens against him, letting out a moan when his hands parted your legs, guiding his cock onto your dampened slit and gently pushed the head into you, letâs him know this desire has settled in the back of your mind for quite some time, but never revealed itself by the stupidities of his own family, his too undeniably.
But after these agonizing days away from you, forced so by his job, if not those insignificant whores his family brought in an attempt to push him away from you, failing to do so for he quickly discarded them as soon as they crossed his sightâŠ
Heâll never let the opportunity to claim you pass again.
Naoya will do whatever necessary to drill that idea into that little, pathetic mind of yours, even if it means fucking you in the middle of the hallway, where all servants and relatives alike would be able to hear his message loud and clear.
The reality they could only dream of in their most desperate momentsâbut to him, it was only a matter of taking.
âNaoyaâNaoya pleaseânot here.â You whimper, your husband had effectively forced you onto the ground and made you take his cock, either from behind, hands and knees on the wooden floor as he teased and kneaded your ass and hips; he was an avid enjoyed of many positions, but this one had to be one of his favorite ones. To see your skin bounce whenever his hips slammed into you, savoring the way your lewd cunt swallowed him whole, down to the base, with no intentions of letting go, regardless of what you said, it was surprising he still had some restraint. âPleaseâtheyâreâtheyâre going to see!â
âLet them.â Naoya moans, the thought of being caught sends a shiver through his spine; and while itâs not something he necessarily advocated for, the constant, tiring need to be proving his authority over you is what forced him to do so. You might as well play along. âLet them hear how tight your cunt is around my cock! How only I can make you come undone like thisââ
âNâNoâI donâtâI donât wantâŠ!â you whimper, but even when he changed positions, having you on top of him, giving him sight of the breasts he couldnât wait to see grow when youâre inevitably pregnant, you still do not stop jumping on his cock, moving your hips up and down alongside his, clenching whenever hitting that sensitive spot that always had you seeing stars. âI donât want to cumâ!â
âThen maybeâMaybe you shouldnât have this lewd body.â Naoya moans, truly believing that he would never be able to stop himself from using every inch of your body for his own pleasureâfrom fucking his cock between your soft thighs and boobs, admiring the way they completely cover his cock, drowning it in a combination of softness and his own seed, barely able to see where the tip of his head wasâŠ
To relieve that same sensation with his own face, asking youâno, demanding you to smother him with your thighs, a sensation that has him thinking if he were to die this way, cock hard, eased by your soft licks and moans, while deep in the sweet taste of your cunt, he wouldnât mind it, not one bit.
In fact, he hopes thatâs the way he goes.
But heâs in no rush to avoid enjoying the present, the warmth of your body besides him when the two eventually stop, careless to acknowledge if they ever gathered an audience, certainly so when Naoyaâs mind was firmly set in getting you pregnant, as heard by his following words.
âIâll see you tonight.â He declares. âItâs about time you give me a heir.â
And you do nothing but oblige, though you doubted all the cum nestled inside your cervix hadnât done the job already.
âNaoya, youâreâoh!â You gasp when instead of waiting for you to stand up to properly greet him, he lowers down to your level, taking a seat before eventually resting his head over your lap, taking a deep sigh and resting for the first time after a long week of work. âIs⊠everything alright?â
In fact, you relished the idea. If it meant getting this side of Naoyaâs desire, attention you didnât think to be deserving of, or even capable of obtainingâŠ. Then you were nothing but obedient.
âIâm tired.â He responds, adjusting himself into an even better position and sighing once more. âI donât want to talk.â
So, you donât, preferring instead to softly caress his head, moving some of his silky black threads away from his face and letting him relax, enough to dive into the beginnings of his slumber, but not before clearing his mind from one doubt.
âOur babyââ
âHeâs fine.â You murmur, placing your hand over your stomach. Itâs still very early during the pregnancy to know so, and yet, there was something about you that just made it so obvious that you were carrying a life inside youâ
Perhaps it was the way you glowed, or how you became softer with him ever since it was first announced.
Though the latter was mostly the fact that you started to feel⊠wanted by your husband, a kind of desire that while far from perfect, was enough for you to change your perspective of this marriage, allowing you to open up to him, mostly so when Naoya now defended you from those unwanted comments from his family.
Youâre carrying the future of the Zenâin, after all, some decorum must be maintained.
Yet something tells you his changed demeaner ran far deeper than what Naoya wanted to reveal. «All in due time» you suppose.
âI love you, and our baby too.â You say, instinctively taken by this calm moment of domesticity with your loving husband, not expecting a response considering his somewhat cold natureâonly to be proven wrong when he turns around to see you, silently placing his gaze on yours in such way that initially makes you think you mightâve ruined this moment, just for him to pull you closer to him, taking your lips in a soft, quick kiss before returning to your lap, closing his eyes and sleeping.
He may not have said it, but the sentiment was the same, and that was enough for you to be happy.
Naoya is still a jerk, but I like to think he eventually got to genuinely care about you. Also, he got real lucky that one time he thought with his dick, imagine if you were a piece of shit too? NAH He'd lose it. He got real lucky that you were nice, I tell you...
Also, I'm still with the pregnancy stuff :) sorrynotsorry.
OH! and also!! It's safe to say that the things Naoya said are NOT a reflection of what I think!! Everybody is beautiful and deserving of love, no matter what body type â€ïž
Now, thank you so much for sending this niche ask... I gotta say, I have been thinking about it since I do relate to it............... but I try to keep my work pretty open-ended so anyone can relate :) Still, if there's something you'd like me to write a bit more detailed, just let me know! I'll be sure to try my best tho, some I might reject if I don't feel like I know much about the matter....
Anyways, thank you so much for this ask â€ïž take care, and hope to see you soon â€ïž
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Pretty Tears - Lorenzo Berkshire x Reader
omg I'm posting?? no way!!?
THIS IS NSFW YOU GUYS!!!
tags: use of y/n, crybaby!enzo, NSFW, sex, penetration, riding, edging, begging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, cocky reader, dacryphilia ig?
[Based on my post about the boys]
(tagging @leona-hawthorne because they saw my vision đđ)
this is really short guys (330 words to be exact), I lost motivation to finish, but I might find inspiration to continue someday
hope you guys enjoy! đ„°đ„°
Pretty Tears - crybaby!sub!top!Enzo x gn!reader
âY-y/n, pleaseâ Lorenzo begged, voice breathless and whiny as he lay on the bed beneath you, his brows furrowed and face flushed, chewing on his lip. He looks up at you pleadingly, desperation shining clear in his pretty hazel eyes, pupils blown wide.
âPlease what, dear?â you purr, rolling your hips and smirking at the choked sob that escapes the beautiful boy beneath you.
You had been edging him, riding him at a torturously slow pace, stilling on top of him every time he neared the edge and just barely moving your hips. Lorenzo was a wreck, on the verge of tears as he panted and squirmed, desperation clear in his entire being. You watch, enraptured and filled with a dark satisfaction as Lorenzo whined, tears welling up in his eyes and clinging to his long lashes.
âF-fuck- y-y/n~â Lorenzo whined, squirming and panting beneath you, his tears finally spilling down his flushed cheeks.
âAww, whatâs wrong love? Too much?â you coo at him, tone slightly mocking as you pet his hair, cupping his face and stroking your thumb across his cheek, wiping away a tear.
Lorenzo just whines, turning his face into your hand, nuzzling it like a needy puppy.
âOh poor baby, youâre so adorable, I almost feel bad for you, love.â you murmur, chuckling as Lorenzo whimpers, moaning as you sink down on his cock again.
His hands are clenched tight around your hips, twitching and gripping tight enough to bruise as you rock teasingly. You smirk down at his wrecked form, his flushed and tear-stained cheeks, his bitten-red lips, his pleading eyes, his long eyelashes with tears clinging prettily to them.
âSo pretty like this, darling. So good for me, arenât you?â
Lorenzo whines, his hips bucking up into you involuntarily, making you groan. You plant a hand on his chest to stabilise yourself, before looking back at his face.
Heâs gorgeous. Blinking tear-filled eyes up at you, looking absolutely pathetic. Pitiful. Pretty.
Perfect.
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word count: 330
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something smutty for raiden plss???đ
TW: somnophilia, clit teasing, oral (f!receiving), praise, morning sex, afab anatomy,smut, pussy worship, pet names, no pronouns used other than "you".
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âžșRAIDEN : He was your loving and attentive boyfriend, especially when you were sleeping, he always watched you and ensured you had a good rest, however, that morning was different - with you writhing in bed, moaning his name, the wetness between your legs was visible and shines through the fabric of your panties, making the farmer's eyes sparkle with excitement. So, the man couldn't contain himself, leaning down to your body, and getting between your thighs, dragging the fabric of your panties to the point that you were conscious enough, even though you were still drowsy.
Raiden smirked mischievously as he felt your body react to his touch, his warm breath tickled against your sensitive skin, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body. He continued to pepper kisses along the delicate folds of your sex, his lips teasingly brushing against your engorged clit. With each gentle stroke of his tongue, it made you moan sweetly and cling to the sheets - His mouth moved with purpose, his lips embracing your clit and sucking on it tenderly, he could feel your body arching in response, getting even closer to the cause of your pleasure, him.
"-Good morning xiÇo tĂč... I couldn't resist... seeing you moan my name, were you dreaming of me fucking you? Mm? My darling... seeing you fuckable like that drives me crazy." His hands caressed your inner thighs, spreading them wider to grant him better access. Your fingers tangled in his hair, urging him to continue his delicious torment. The sensation of his mouth on your most sensitive spot was overwhelming, igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume your every thought clouded by lust and morning sleep.
"-I love how responsive you are to my touch, how your body quivers and trembles under my tongue. You taste so sweet, baby, like the sweetest nectar. I could spend hours savoring you, but right now, just cum for me... Fuck, you're so beautiful, my love."
His fingers joined in the dance, slipping inside you, curling and stroking your inner walls in perfect harmony with his oral assault.
"-That's it, baby. Let go. Surrender to the pleasure I'm giving you. Moan for me, scream my name. I want to hear how good I make you feel."
You tried to close your thighs, feeling your orgasm approaching, your pussy wet Raiden's lips, while you moaned trying to get rid of your moisture. However, Raiden's grip tightened on your thighs, preventing you from closing them. He knew exactly what you needed, and he wasn't about to let you deny yourself the pleasure that was building inside you, his eyes locked with yours, a mix of desire and dominance evident in his gaze.
"-No, dear, don't hold back. I want to see you come undone, to feel your body shake with ecstasy. Believe me, I know exactly how to make you feel good... You're so wet, so ready for me. I can feel your walls squeezing my fingers, begging for my cock inside you... fuck I could fuck you for hours, you know?"
His voice was low and commanding, Raiden didn't stop, his mouth and fingers continuing to work their magic, prolonging his pleasure as aftershocks rippled through his body. He reveled in the sight of you unfurling before him, your body shaking and convulsing with each wave of bliss. Raiden continued to pleasure you until you were completely exhausted, until your body finally relaxed and the last remnants of pleasure disappeared. Only then did he let go of your thighs, his gaze full of satisfaction and adoration, as he saw your vulnerable and satisfied body, as he licked his lips lightly.
"-I hope you enjoyed your awakening. But don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from, after all, you're always my best meal."
©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023
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I LOVED YOUR ZOMBIE SONIC WRITING HSHDJF
Okay so Sonic with a reader that he caught feelings for, right ? But the thing was, they were a big bad meanie guy out for BLOOD. They liked Sonic too, but refused to change their villainous ways tehe
IM IN LOVE Q THIS IDEA
HCs or a one shot is fine >:)))
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â°â†Sonic the Hedgehog x villain!reader
: ÌÌâ synopsis; Sonic never couldâve predicted that heâd be falling for the same person who would actively endanger his home and his friends. But it happened. Mutual pining with slight rivalry mixed in with playful fighting, whoâs to complain?
: ÌÌâ Type; romantic headcanons
: ÌÌâ warning(s); brief mentions of fighting (not detailed), swearing.
Likes/Reblogs are always appreciated!! <3
Iâm like honestly SO embarrassed of the quality of thisđ please let this slide Orion I am BEGGINGđđ my writing is normally SO MUCH BETTER I SWEAR
â Sonic is someone who prides himself on being able to save his world from any threat that dares try to destroy it or hurt his friends or innocent people. Heâs a hero, and heâs proud to call himself one. Sure, the praise and the fame that comes with it is cool and all, but all Sonic really cares about is saving all that he can, and taking down evil. He doesnât need a reward for just doing what he loves. Hell, heâd even get to hangout with his friends just talking about the fight he had, and try some of Amyâs delicious deserts of course. Except if it was strawberry shortcake. Heâd stay far away from that if he could.
â You, on the other hand, were just another villain. You found a kind of sadistic joy in the misery of other peopleâ a sick satisfaction from watching all those below you suffer a terrible fate at your hands. Itâs always been this way for as long as you could remember, really. There wasnât a moment you truly felt happy. No moment where you truly felt complete. And maybe, just maybe, causing pain and suffering to those undeserving made you feel just a little better about the dull, boring life you had. Something like the phrase, âif I canât be happy, nobody canâ, as much as you hated it.
â But, nobody could deny the slight excitement you felt when the blue blur himself stood in your path, eyes locked on yours as he got ready to attack. A fight with him was never boring, that much was guaranteed. and perhaps you felt the same way, unfortunately youâd never get to finish your thought before he spin-dashed into you, sending you flying into the nearest wall.
âUgh, come on, [Name]⊠havenât we been over this once before?â
âThree times, actually. Learn to keep track.â
The hedgehog rolled his eyes as he sped towards you again. Meanwhile, with a cocky grin on your face, you shakily got up.
â Sonic would feel extremely conflicted and confused. On one hand, you were everything he hated. Someone who felt joy in causing terror and harm upon those he cared for. But, on another hand, there was an undeniable chemistry between you guys. None of you would ever admit that, though.
â He hated how felt this way about you. He shouldnât feel anything like this for any of his enemies. But, there was also this one flaw about him. The fact that heâs willing to give second chances and hope for the best. He does see the good in you, no doubt about it. Itâs just that youâre being so damn difficult, he wish youâd just give up.
â But you werenât oblivious to this. You saw how the hedgehog briefly hesitated before landing a punch to you. You saw how his eyes lit up once he realized you werenât dead from that landing. And, a part of you felt pity for him. You realized how hard this was for him, to hurt someone heâs grown to love, and you really wished you wouldnât care. But you did.
Because you loved him too.
â None of you took the realization well. You both hated each other for feeling this way, and while you both tried to separate from each other, you just kept coming back. You both would swear itâs because youâre causing trouble and Sonicâs just trying to save everyone, but you both knew it was different. But one day, during a pretty heated fight..
âWhy canât you just let me do whatâs best for you, [Name]?!â
âThis isnât whatâs best! You donât know anything about me!â
âI know that I love you!â
âŠ
Oh.
Oh..
â Once the awkwardness was out of the way, and you two were finally able to confront each other⊠you got it all out. You both had a talk about how you really felt. He expressed his concerns, and you voiced your clear distain towards leaving your villainous ways. Which, he understood. He hated how you refused to stop, but you just wouldnât listen to him. So after negotiating, you agreed to slightly tone down your attacks. Which wasnât much, but at least you werenât killing anybody.
Bonus: Heâd LOVE chasing after you and getting into so many playful fights with you while youâre attacking the town. It would be so fun and exciting for the both of you.
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i need angst with protective simon and civilian readerđ©đą but no toxic possessiveness/jealousy... like he really makes you feel safe and protected not caged or anything like that
All right mâdear, let me cook something for ya⊠Hope you like it! NOT PROOFREAD!! Excuse my poor writing.
Also also also⊠yes, and? by ariana grande is out!!!!
It was too much. Too much to handle, you thought. They were constantly picking on you, almost like your days in high school where your peers tried sabotaging your beloved red car.
You huffed, silently praying to God or whatever was above to help you. Because if you cried, it would be over. Your oh so confident composure would crumble.
So you sucked it up, didnât give them the satisfaction of a tear. You left your office, locking the door twice because of the fear of someone getting in and steal your projects.
After texting your boyfriend about your day, you got on your car and drove home.
You started ugly crying as soon as you stepped in. How immature of you, you thought.
You thought people would grow up and be more mature before bullying someone at this age but here you were, the immature one because of crying.
Minutes turned into hours as you were still crying with a headache. It was an explosion of hurt and constant panic.
You eventually fell asleep on the couch with pink puffy face.
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Simon thought he could buy you a bouquet of roses after the meeting with his fellow coworker, aka Price.
He knocked on the door, eyes tired but excited to see you. After sometime, he knocked on the door again as his excitement faltered.
When you didnât open the door, his instincts told him to break down the door. He dropped the bouquet and forced the door open.
As he got in and yelled your name, you jumped from the couch and fell down on your knees.
Simon ran towards you, heartbeat slowing down.
âWhat the fuck, angel? I broke the door down- thought you were in danger or somethinââŠâ
You licked your lips and took his hand, he pulled you towards him.
âWhatâs wrong?â
He asked softly, not ignoring the way your lips trembled.
âNothing, just stress and stuff.â
Simon reeled back and took a look at you.
âLove, who do i need to punch?â
You unintentionally cracked a smile hitting his chest and hugging him close.
âNo one, Simon.â
Simon hummed and picked you up.
âDonât let anyone put you down, âkay? Otherwise Iâll have to beat their asses off.â
âeasy for you to say..â
You mumbled back, making him sigh.
âRemember the time where an asshole tried barging in? You punched him and threw him a pan after kicking him.â
A giggle left your lips as you felt your composure building back up in a few minutes thanks to your boyfriend.
âIâm not saying that you should beat them, love. Youâre smart and mature, theyâre jealous of your skills.â
You genuinely smiled at him and pecked his cheek.
âThank you Si.â
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I forgot how to write in English iâm so sorry for any mistakes đđ
Also, I couldnât understand the req but hope you like it !!
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