#idk why i wanna say this out loud but their pants were on

[kaiserouo]

The councilor: (wanted to stop them from whatever they're doing but also knew that stopping them would've been effectively acknowledging their behavior in front of the whole class and would rather just move on and ignore them as hard as an angel could possibly do)

[chrispotatos]

Unfollowed- chris sturniolo

warnings: smut, p in v sex, idk what

summary: you saw chris' following and he makes you help unfollow them all since it bothers you so much.

a/n: i didn't proofread cause im too tired and i know im gonna regret it when i wake up.

a/n: this was inspired by one of @mattscoquette asks I'll tey and find it when i wake up but I'm literally about to crash out.

"im not playing around with you chris, so stop fucking smiling" you say through gritted teeth, pointing in his face.

You were currently yelling at chris about his insta following. You don't normally check his following because he has your trust and you didn't need too.

His fans were constantly messaging you about it so you checked and it was random only fan girls.

"Unfollow them!" you demanded, handing him his phone back. "why? you jealous" he let out a humorless laugh; infuriating you more.

"they don't mean anything to me" he added you felt as though he was lying straight through his teeth. If they didn't mean anything why couldn't he simply unfollow them "chris it was brought to my attention and it bothers me. unfollow. them"

"all of them" i added

"i don't know about you but this is really turning me on" he snorts grabbing your wrist and putting your hand on his crotch feeling his growing erection, not taking his eyes off you once; smirking. "chris.."

you were flattered while also shocked, for the most part. what you were saying probably wasn't even being heard and if so he liked it. The yelling and you trying to stand your ground and exert dominance, it was cute the affects you had on him showed profusely.

"go lay on the bed y/n" his stern tone made your pussy throb, you were now just as turned on as him.

chris got up from his gaming chair and walked over to the bed, where you were laying propped up on your elbows.

"you wanna demand thing, how bout you do me a favor and unfollow these girls for me, while i fuck you huh?" he told you, not asking nor suggesting.

He pulled your legs off the bed and flipped you onto your stomach, your ass sticking out against him. you let out a suprised gasp from the aggressive toss.

he threw his phone infront of you on his following list. "don't touch shit till i tell you to" you nod in response.

"oh c'mon baby, you were doing all that yelling, and don't have not one thing to say?" he teased. you shake your head making a chuckle leave his lips "alright then"

chris tugged your loosley fitted jeans off and threw them onto the ground leaving you in your panties. He unzips his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers and takes his aching dick out leaking with arousal.

he pulls your panties to the side to feel your soaked cunt, his semi cold fingers coming in contact with your core made you jolt. "Y/n" he warns.

your panties were pulled down and tossed to the side with some of your other article of clothing. you helped by also removing your shirt, but you gave up when you started struggling to take your bra off.

chris tugs your hair back and puts his hand under your mouth "spit" whatever you could form in your mouth you spit into his hand.

he strokes his length, with pre cum and your spit.

chris groans when sliding into your pussy this made you sink your teeth into your bottom lip letting out a muffled whimper.

"Start unfollowing. and say the name of the girls you unfollow too"

he ruts his hips into you, a loud moan following from the sudden movement followed by a low 'fuck'

your focus was on the phone but the sensation of pleasure was a distracting and manipulating your train of thought.

"I don't hear you" he reminds. His thrusts becoming more forceful and deep.

"paige- i unfollowed paige" you squealed screwing your eyes shut and opening them again to finish what was asked of you. "Im not letting you cum until you unfollowed every girl"

That made you fill with haste and begin looking at names quicker atleast you thought you were going quicker. "sid- sidney i unfollowed her" chris makes a makeshift ponytail and uses that as leverage to fuck into you harder.

his dick abusing your insides pumping in and out of your wet pussy. Wet, lewd sounds of skin slapping echoed in the room. chris brings his hand down to your clit rubbing it vigourisly with pressure, leaving your mouth agape, whimpers and high-pitched moans exited your mouth.

"chris- i can't finish reading the names" you admit. "then i guess I'll just have to stop" he begins slowing down his pace "no!" You protest against it picking the phone back up

"thats what i thought"

"mia.. im close" you said "my names not mia" he lets out a humorous chuckle, removing his hand from your hair and hold your hips pushing in and out.

You are reaching your climax and trying so hard not to realese.

his movements were at an ungodly pace making you drop his phone and forgetting why you were holding it in the first place.

with a few seconds passing his actions were getting more sloppy signifying he was getting close to his orgasm.

there was one more girl left then you were done it's not like he followed a whole bunch of them just about 10 max.

"madeline!" you yell out the last girls name, hitting the unfollow button then finishing around him laying limp against the bed. chris feels you up with his seed, your juices mixing; as he plunges his twitching cock in and out of you riding out both your orgasms, he winced pulling out. heavy breaths leaving from both of you. chris flops down beside you on the bed.

waiting a few minutes watching, as your chest rises and falls; catching your breath. "lets get cleaned up yeah?" he suggested.

[itsnevercasual]

Infinity

pairing: college au!harry x reader

summary: The guy next door likes to blast music. You maybe-sorta-kinda really like him.

warnings: cussing, not edited, im not in college idk how it works…

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You didn’t want to be annoying. Truly, you didn’t. But you and your roommate, Daisy, were asleep.

Or…

Trying to be.

It was difficult with the blasting music next door.

And honestly, you had tried to avoid it. Had let them play their loud music for months now. Sent Daisy over to tell them to shut up so you didn’t have to (because despite her name, she was terrifying when she got mad).

But.. really?

It had to be, like… three in the morning. They’d been blasting it since nine pm, and you hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep.

So, clad in your bunny slippers, pajama pants you stole from someone (don’t ask who, you don’t remember) and a Fleetwood Mac shirt four sizes too big (because that was all they had at the thrift store), hair pulled back into a very messy braid, and glasses you rarely wore because you liked yourself better with contacts (mainly because you were so blind your glasses made your eyes look bigger), you stomped on over.

You pounded on the door (not really.. your knock barely made a sound), and miraculously, they heard you and opened the door.

A boy opened it.

No. Not a boy.

A cute boy. A very, very cute boy.

You blinked in surprise. You had expected girls… were boys even allowed on the same floor as girls?

“Ehm.. can I help you?” he asked after you were silent for a little too long.

“Oh. Right. Uh.. would you mind turning the music off? I have a final tomorrow, and.. I’m next door, so.. I can kinda hear it. On full blast. Um.. you don’t have to turn it off.. just.. down..”

He sighed, turning into the dorm to shout, “I told you to turn it down, Lou!” he turns back to you. “Yeah. Sorry. My mate’s practically deaf, I’m pretty sure. Doesn’t realize how loud he is… you say you’re next door?”

You nod.

“You got the alarmingly scary roommate named after a flower?”

Another nod. Why was he making small talk? You wanted to sleep.

“Ah. Glad y’didn’t send her over.”

He eyes you up and down, giving that sentence another meaning you didn’t really like.

"Right. Well.. just.. turn it down, please," you give an awkward smile and nod.

When you turn to walk away, he stops you, "’ey-- little rude to not give me y'name, isn't it?"

"Oh. Uh.. I’m Y/N."

He grins, "Well, hello, Y/N. I’m Harry."

You nod, pursing your lips as you pull on a strand of your hair.

There’s a beat of silence, and you contemplate just throwing yourself off a bridge, honestly.

"I'll see you around, Y/N."

With that, you scurry off to your room. Despite being uncomfortable in the moment, it wasn't because of him. You just were horrid at talking to boys.

-

A few weeks passed, and you accepted the fact that maybe you wouldn't see your neighbor as much as you hoped you would.

And really, you weren’t surprised. You’d never seen him before, why would that change? It made perfect sense that he remained as elusive as he had apparently always been.

Well, that is, until you were dragged to a party you really didn’t wanna go to in clothes you really weren’t all that comfortable wearing at your house— let alone at some douchey frat party.

The first hour was fine because it was early, so only a handful of people were drunk.

The second hour was less enjoyable, the longer the party went on, the more people drank.

In the third hour, your friends shoved a drink in your hand, and once you finished it, they sucked you into taking far too many shots.

The fourth hour was when you started to get antsy. You were pushing over the edge of just being a little too tipsy, and it was hot and sticky and crowded and had it always been so hard to breathe?

You shoved your way out of the crowd and onto the empty (or so you thought) patio, and exhaled. It was less of a patio and more of a balcony, since it was the second floor— but it was huge. 20 people could comfortably stand on it and not be crowded.

Your heels clack on the concrete as you walk to the edge of the patio, leaning on the railing as you take deep breaths.

“That bad in there?”

You nearly jump out of your skin at the familiar british voice. You spin around with wide eyes and a hand over your heart, “Jesus Christ! Don’t do that!”

“Sorry!” he raises his hands in defense. “I thought you saw me!”

“Clearly not!” you pause and take a deep breath, “Sorry— I’m kinda drunk and I hate being drunk. I’m paranoid enough when I’m sober, so when I can’t even walk straight I’m extra jumpy and anxious. And I honestly didn’t even wanna come out tonight, my friends just dragged me along and put me in some ‘going out clothes’ that I don’t think I even have the confidence to wear alone in my dorm! And—“

You pause at his grinning face.

“I’m rambling, aren’t I? Sorry, I get nervous when I’m drunk. Did I already say that? I think I did. Anyway, I talk a lot when i’m nervous, and I don’t really know how to talk to guys in the first place. If I get too annoying just tell me to shut up and I will. I don’t even realize I’m doing it half the— I’m still going. Sorry.”

“No harm done. I quite like your nervous rambling.”

Your cheeks heat up.

“So what made you run for the hills to come out here?” he asks, standing up from the chair he was sitting on.

“I’m not really a party girl.”

“Yeah, I could’ve guessed that.”

You frown, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Not in a bad way!” he rushes out. “But you just.. are a jumpy person, like you said. Like a bunny. I’d be surprised if you went to parties every weekend on your own free will.”

And really— you have to laugh, because he’s right. “Yeah. I’m definitely not a party girl. And I am not the girl who wears this stuff. Not that it’s bad! But.. I’m just not.. comfortable in this,” you shrug, pulling at the short skirt.

The outfit your friends had picked out consisted of a white, very mini mini-skirt, a white cropped tank top, and some black heels. If the skirt was just a little longer, perhaps a little looser, you’d be fine. If you could at least cover up your belly button— you’d always hated it for no real reason except for the fact that, as embarrassing as it sounds, belly buttons freaked you out.

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I think you look great,” he smiles.

You probably look like a tomato’s long lost sibling by now.

“Thank you.”

“But.. I also think you look great in pyjamas and bunny slippers and glasses and that little pout telling me my music’s too loud.”

“Hey!” You cross your arms.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” he laughs as you try to smack his arm. “So, if you don’t like parties, why’re you here?”

“My friends wanted to go out,” you shrug. “I was done the second we got here.”

He pauses, as if mulling over a thought in his brain and you desperately want to know what, before he speaks, “D’you wanna go home, then?”

You blink at him, “What? I— I mean, yeah. I do, but I’m kinda drunk and all my friends are plastered—“

“I’ll drive you,” he cuts you off before you talk yourself up a wall. “Live next door t’ya anyway.”

“Really? I— are you sure?”

“Yeah,” he shrugs, “Wouldn’t have offered if I was. Let’s get y’out of here.”

-

The trip to the car took far longer than necessary, mainly because you ran into your friends doing shots and got sucked into one more round, which turned into ten more rounds.

By the time you were done, Harry was half carrying you out. He’d long since looped your arm around his shoulders, and his own arm around your waist as you stumbled towards the car.

“Alright,” he sighed once the two of you finally reached the car. “In you get, love.”

You can’t even stop yourself from grinning ridiculously as he helps you get in the passenger seat and buckle.

He shuts your door and slides into the driver’s seat. You stare at him. He smiles, but doesn’t call you out.

He turns on the radio, and you gasp. “I love this song!”

“Do you, now?” he laughs, and it’s almost teasing. Or, perhaps, it is, and your brain is too fogged up to comprehend that.

“Yes!” you exclaim, turning up the volume as Cruel Summer blasts through his car.

“I’m drunk in the back of the car! And I cried like a baby comin’ home from the bar! Oh, oh!” you sing, extremely off key.

“Quite the singer,” he comments.

“Said I’m fine, but it wasn’t true! I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you! And I snuck in through the garden gate—“

-

“You’re pretty,” you comment as Harry helps you up the stairs.

“You think so?”

“Yeah. You have nice eyes. And hair. Your hair’s really soft.”

“Don’t think you’ve ever touched my hair, so I’m not sure how you came to that conclusion, babe.”

You grin. Babe. “It looks soft. Duh.”

“Oh, of course. Duh.”

You think he’s teasing you, but you don’t care to tease back or get offended.

“Alright. Where’re your keys?”

“My keys! They’re… with Daisy.”

“No spares?”

“No,” you pout. “Do I have to sleep in the hallway?”

“No, ‘course not,” he shakes his head, pausing. “Ehm.. new plan. Gonna set you up in my bed, yeah? That okay?”

You nod with a hum.

He moves you one door over and fumbles with the key before finally pushing the door open.

“Bed’s right here, love. In you get, c’mon.”

He helps you sit down on the bed, and you rest your head against the wall.

“Hey, hey— don’t sleep yet.”

“Why?” you whine.

“Gotta get you comfy,” he explains, tugging your shoes off. He quickly goes to the dresser before pulling out pants and a shirt.

“You need help changing?”

You frown and nod.

“Alright. I won’t look, love. Promise.”

True to his word, Harry turns you around so your back is to him as he helps you get out of the tank top. He quickly slips the t-shirt over it.

He lays you down on the bed and slaps a hand over his eyes as he pulls your skirt down and helps you into the pants.

“Alright.. better, yeah?”

You nod, lying on the pillow. He helps you under the covers that smell like him and gives you an extra blanket.

“M’kay. Gonna sleep on the top bunk, yeah? Just say my name if y’need me.”

“Thank you,” you mumble.

“‘Course.”

He moves to walk away, but— “Wait, Harry—“

He turns back to you, “What’s wrong?”

You lift a hand up and run it through his hair. “I was right. It’s soft.”

He laughs.

“Go to bed, babe.”

“Sir, yes, Sir.”

He knew you’d probably be embarrassed in the morning, but he wouldn’t tell you that he enjoyed how touchy you got when drunk.

You didn’t plan on telling him that you’d slightly sobered up on the drive home and just played the drunk bit up as an excuse.

And your keys were in your purse.

-

a/n: YAYYYY COLLEGE AU HARRY!!!

[chrollosbm]

Satoru Gojo is into Some Weird Roleplay (Christmas Smut)

art cr: glowx_21 on x

hey idk what this is LMAOO. i thought of this randomly bc gojo reminds me of a certain christmas character so i just ran with it! he's one of my three husbands who i love so much so i wanted to write about him. i'm so feral for him it's not even funny. anyways, i hope you enjoy and don't take it too seriously, unless you want to idc! mdni.

domestic gojo, husband gojo, dad gojo

female reader, no description of her features but i’m black so

warnings: piv sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, satoru won't shut up, dom gojo

i'm on ao3, pls support me there too!

wc: 1500+

“Satoru,” You surprised yourself in the way you were able to let out a single word with his unrelenting thrusts. “Baby. P-please slow down.” 

The man who was currently plummeting into you from behind let out a click of his tongue, ignoring your request and instead opted with a loud and hard smack to your ass, his pace somehow getting faster and harder. His hips were ruthless against the fat of your ass, creating clapping noises throughout the large bedroom.

“What was that? Couldn’t hear you.” He let out breathlessly, his tone as playful as ever, waiting for you to address him the right way.

You wanted to reach back and knock some sense into him, tell him to slow his thrusts before he knocked the wind out of you and woke up the children. His deep and powerful thrusts prohibited you from saying much though, with his fat cock reaching your g-spot so effortlessly that you were seeing stars.

If you could roll your eyes right now you would, but your body seemed to forget how to function, only capable of following the orders of your ridiculous but gorgeous husband behind you. “Saint Nick…please.” It would’ve sounded ridiculous to you if you weren’t being plummeted to Neptune with each touch of your gummy spot deep within you, but you were being fucked so stupid that you would call him God if he asked. “You don’t wanna wake up the little elves do you?” You played along as you continued panting, fingers grasping the silk sheets tightly, tears in your eyes from the intense pleasure.

You thought he was ignoring you again, with his long fingers digging deeper into your hips before he slowed his pace, deciding on an unhurried, rough one, sliding in and out of those warm, wet walls of yours with a long and drawn out “fuuuuuck,” leaving his mouth. “The elves are fast asleep, baby. Don’t worry about them, just take Santa’s dick, mmkay’?” His voice was jolly as ever, just like Santa Claus himself, and you would’ve laughed if his cock wasn’t basically touching your brain at this point. You could only let out small whimpers as he arched your back further, reaching only a place he could.

Why you agreed on letting your dear husband roleplay as Santa was beyond you, but Satoru had a way with words. All he had to do was promise to make you feel good, make you cum all night long, pretty please baby, in that convincing, deep voice of his, a pout on his features, those bright blue eyes begging, so how could you say no? 

You should have made some more conditions, one being to say no to the bells he had attached to the bed frame, with them ringing with each jerk of his hips, creating an impossibly loud jingle. He said it would get the two of you in the “Christmas spirit,” with the bed decorated in lights and ringing balls, sounding like a real sleigh everytime the bed hit the wall in full force. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by Satoru pulling himself out of you, leaving you empty and missing him already, causing a whine to leave your lips as he flipped you over as if you weighed nothing, before settling in between your legs again. You were faced with the beautiful man you were so grateful to call yours, his cerulean orbs were darkened somehow as they stared into yours, looking dazed and drunk off your pussy, his pupils slightly dilated. His pretty white follicles were tucked into a red santa hat, the puffy ball tossed on the side, sweat trickling from his temples from wrecking your insides. He had that adorable, innocent smile on his face, as if he wasn’t guilty of talking you into this comical predicament in the first place. 

“Will Mrs. Claus let me put the beard on again?” He let out, a pout forming on his pink lips, glossy from sweat and saliva.

“No, don’t ask again!” You almost yelled, your face scrunched in annoyance and he let out a booming laugh at your immediate response. 

Satoru did have a cheap, plastic beard that matched his white hair perfectly, but you made him take it off for a couple reasons. One being it looked terrible. As beautiful as the man above you was as he was staring down at you, shallow breaths coming from his perfectly shaped, rock hard abdomen, and his rosy cheeks, the beard made him look…creepy. Two being it was damn itchy. He had been going down on you when he had it on, but it was impossible for you to focus on his holy tongue work and perfect movements of his fingers, curving into you, hitting that spot that had you crying out his name for the night (fucking Saint Nick.) Once it began scratching your legs painfully, you’d forced him to take it off, which he did with a whine, throwing the damp, shitty excuse for a beard across the bedroom floor, before making you cum from his tongue alone, more than once.

Your husband’s wide grin was replaced with something immodest as he gripped your thighs, pulling you forward, and slipped inside torturously slow, earning a gasp from the both of you. His head was thrown back and his lip was caught in his teeth, causing your pussy to throb from both the feeling of warmth and fullness again, and Satoru’s effortless way of making you feel hot inside just by simple facial expressions, subsequently making a groan escape his lips before sinking into you completely, touching your gummy spot immediately with the angle he entered.

He kept your legs apart as he thrust into you forcefully and fast-paced again, with you giving no complaints this time about the commotion the jingling bed frame was causing. You didn’t care, for he was taking you to heaven in this position, goosebumps erupting from your skin and seeing black dots in your vision with each time he reached a new depth inside you. Your cunt was competing with the loud noises of those stupid fucking bells as it made sloshing noises throughout the room, and when you looked down, you could see your juices dripping onto his pretty, pale, absolutely perfect cock. 

As if he could read your mind, he spoke for you. “You’re so fucking wet, baby. My god.” His head was no longer tilted back, but also looking down as your tight, slippery cunt sucked in his dick, a feral look on his features, absolutely enamored by the sight. His pace never let up, his hips moving at the speed of light almost as he used one hand to press on your lower stomach, making it feel better than you thought possible. “You feel me in there? You feel Santa’s cock abusing this perfect little cunt?” His goofy grin returned and you couldn’t do anything but let out a loud moan of approval, face twisted up, still entertaining his mess because this just felt too fucking good. 

His hand moved from your tummy to focus on your clit, fingers rubbing small, soft circles, completely catching you off guard. Your legs began to tremble from the insane pleasure you were feeling, hands clenching the sheets so hard again you were surprised they didn’t come off the corners of the bed. 

“Can I make you a mommy again? Put another little helper in this belly?” That feral look was in his eyes again, tone as light as ever, as he slowed down, choosing a rough ram motion, causing your tits to jiggle at the change of pace, making Satoru groan at the sight, mouth halfway open. You didn’t know if it was the mind fog you felt from him fucking you brainless, but you nodded vigorously as tears fell down your cheeks, that white hot feeling in your veins approaching, mind so numb you would probably agree to having ten more of his white-haired, blue-eyed children. The two of your already had four, three you’d birthed and one you adopted, but you didn’t care right now, you felt like he had seriously taken you to the North Pole with the way his cock was basically fucking your guts.

His infamous smile returned before leaning down to place his lips on yours, barely kissing you, just sticking his minty tongue in your mouth and panting, speaking incoherent sentences along the lines of you being a “good girl,” and “taking his load so well.” You couldn’t comprehend a thing anyway, as your body began convulsing, washing over with relief as your orgasm was drawn out of you, long and bone shattering, with your back arching off the bed with a squeal that was hard to keep inside your body.

Satoru wasn’t too far behind you, with his eyes closed tightly, as his hips began twitching, the first time all night they didn’t have a consistent rhythm and he groaned out loudly, spurting long, hot ropes of his cum inside you.

His eyes opened soon after, those beautiful blue orbs staring at you adoringly with his signature wide grin on his face, in which you returned, panting heavily, so thankful for this beautiful, insane, goofy husband of yours. He grabbed the comforter and placed it over the two of you, kissing your lips softly, his breath heavy as the two of you exchanged small “i love you’s” back and forth.

“Mommy?” A small voice came from the corner of the room and your heart dropped, recognizing it as your three year old daughter’s, afraid of what she might’ve seen. Satoru hid under the covers, his hat coming off in the process and you had a full view of her now, with her candy cane nightgown and teddy bear in her arms, her lip quivering with tears in her eyes.

“What’s wrong, baby?” You asked, ready to get up and comfort your youngest, afraid something happened as it was past midnight on Christmas Eve. God, did the bells wake her up?

She stomped out the room before you could get up, wailing and yelling for her older brother. “Megumi! Mommy was kissing Santa!” Her cries could be heard throughout the entire house and you knew everyone would be awake by now.

Satoru’s loud laugh could also be heard throughout the entire house, its jollyness rivaling Saint Nick himself. 

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[zombieunicorngamerzu]

(Nat Scatorccio x fem reader on period)

[Warnings - Oral while on period to help with cramps, whiney Nat begging to eat you out, mentions of cannibalism and Nat liking the taste of blood]

“Come on babe, lemme help….” Nat whined at you, she’d been at it all day, tending to you on your period with chocolate, a hot compress on your tummy, cuddles, kisses, but now what she wanted to do was help you with your cramps… in a more sensual manner.

“No, Nat, that’s disgusting.” You shook your head again, you couldn’t believe your girlfriend wanted to eat you out while you were on your period. “Come on, I’ve eaten worse.” She countered which made you freeze, it had been weeks since you all ate Javi and hearing her say that so nonchalantly was… disturbing. “Natalie.” You just stared at her, she quickly realized what she said and stuttered out as she stepped forward,

“Look, you know what I mean, and just- in biology class they said that orgasms help with period cramps, something about relaxing your like uterine wall or something.” She rasped out with a innocent shrug, the thing was, Natalie really wasn’t bothered by the taste of blood for some reason, but after eating Javi…. She kinda just started craving it. She felt disgusting and horrible for it but she’s just had this fantasy of eating you out on your period, plus she was hungry. She knows it’s weird and like utterly disgusting to think it but… she was thinking, (hey, it’s kinda a meal, blood has iron and protein, right? Calories?) she shrugged at the thought before approaching you again to beg again.

“Please baby, I wanna help you, just please… let me.” She pleaded again with those begging eyes she would give you, jutting her lip out just right making you cave with a sigh, “God- fuck Natalie, fine.” You sighed out before laying down, you didn’t understand why she would do this but if it would help with your cramps, fine. Plus, she looked so happy and excited when you said yes, dropping to her knees almost immediately to tug off your pants.

“You won’t regret it baby, I promise, now just relax, let me take care of you.” She spoke with such a loving tone before spreading your legs, her eyes locked on the mess between your thighs, licking her lips and swallowing unconsciously before kissing your knee and down your inner thigh before finally meeting where she wanted, hesitating before she just pushed her face in between your thighs completely, her tongue slipping through your folds with a loud groan like moan coming from her.

You’d never heard her moan like that before, and god, you’d never had her eat you out so eagerly before either. Nat ate you out like she was starved, loud sucks and messy wet noises sounding out as she flicked her tongue and sucked at your folds, her lips grazing your clit to make you shiver and tremble as she rubbed your thighs, “Fuck baby, god… you taste so fucking good…” she panted out, making you whine out, for some reason her words embarrassed you and turned you on more, moaning out as you pushed your hand down to grip her hair, moaning for her through quick gasps, “N-Nat, I’m gonna cum!” She just smirked against your clit, sucking on it harder to make your eyes roll back before mumbling out, “Come on baby, cum for me!”

And at those words your body keened up, back arching and body tensing as you cried out, getting thrown into a burning orgasm because Nat wouldn’t let up, crying out as you came, tugging on Nat’s hair so hard she whimpered, helping you through your orgasm before finally pulling away once you went limp. Your eyes widened at the sight of her, face covered in your blood which made you blush red with a whine, “Nat, ew.” She just smirked and wiped at her face timidly, “What? I can’t help it, I’m starving.”

(This was a little weird, but I just saw the gif and got the idea to write this. I know it’s gross, but Mabye it’s a turn on for some people, idk. Don’t come after me. Lol)

[dantefreakdaaaa]

Omg I suck at requesting stuff because I have like 0 ideas but I saw someone's hcs a while ago that said Johnny likes to be dominated so if you could uhh 👀 MK1 Johnny and gn reader plzz it could be anything, idk make him beg and cry or something 😈

Johnny Cage x Reader

Nsfw

Romantic

gn reader

A/n: NO PLOT WE GET STRAIGHT INTO IT!!! Also there's bondage and overstimulation involved!!

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"fuck- please just let me cum already! Please, please, please!" His face was flushed, sweat pouring off of him as you stroked his cock again. He squirmed around, bucking his hips up as he watched you thumb his tip.

"You're so pathetic, Johnny. I thought you were supposed to be big and strong. Now look at you, tied up and whimpering."

The way you degraded him shouldn't have turned him on as much as it did. He let out a loud whine as he felt his orgasm nearing. Normally he would've shot back some mean retort but he knew that you would've denied his orgasm for even longer.

"Gonna- gonna cum- let me cum-! Let me cum pleaseeeee!!" Tears streamed from his eyes, It almost hurt from how badly he needed to cum. All he could think about was how you were stroking him, how he needed you to get him off.

"You really wanna cum that bad? I'm not sure if I should let you johnny, tell me why and I might just let you..." You slowed your pace and looked down at him, watching him angrily pull at the ropes that held his arms up. He looked up at you, his lips puffy and red from him biting them so much

"Because I need it!! I need it so bad!" He panted and whimpered, letting out cries as you picked up the pace.

"you like it when I stroke you like this Johnny? You like it when I make you my bitch?"

"yesyesyes- I fucking love it-! Need you so bad- need to cum so bad-!" He couldn't think, his mouth hanging open as he drooled. He could feel his orgasm approaching for what felt like the millionth time tonight.

"gonna- gonna cum- ngh-!"

His eyes rolled into the back of his head, his back arching as he came. His cum covered your hand, some of it dripping onto his silk bed sheets.

"good boy, you did good, so good." You patted his messed up hair, kissing his face gently. "Gonna clean you up now, mk?" All he did was nod his head, too dizzy and lightheaded to fully understand.

You untied the ropes from his arms, gently rubbing the red burns that they left on him. He layed limp against the bed, still panting heavily.

"You alright johnny?"

"yeah just um-" He was breathless, he had never felt so needy before. It was an experience for him to say the least.

"What's up?" You noticed he seemed lost in thought, he looked spacey.

"You think we could do that again some time?"

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(wanted to write this because I had two people who requested it but I have started working on other requests too!)

[comet-forgot-you]

how about just fucking the shit out of river? like completely slutting her out typa thing. idk, i think ab it constantly.

insufferable

river x reader

summary: river’s insufferable.

warnings: 18+ pls, smut, strap use, strap warming, overstimulation, i think thats all

a/n: guys im back. ik i posted yesterday but like, now im back and im not struggling to keep my eyes open while writing this. do not repost for any reason.

river was annoying. her nonstop whining and complaining while you worked made your head hurt and if it weren’t for the deadline that was fast approaching, you would’ve done something about it. she’d come into your office and complain about how much time you were spending in your office working and begging you to spend it with her instead.

today was no different, with the deadline being tomorrow, and you being so close to finishing, your stress was multiplied. river was no help, sitting in the chair on the other side of your desk and talking non stop. you couldn’t keep your attention on the work in front of you, every train of thought being interrupted.

your head drops in your hand, jaw clenching as she continues talking. “river,” you let a deep breath out.

“hmm?”

you sit back in your chair, spreading your legs ever so slightly. “come here.”

she raises a brow, “why?” you say nothing, waiting for her to come stand in front of you.

“are you mad? i can just, you know, leave you alone so you can finish.” she rounds the desk to stand in between it and you. you scoot your chair closer to her, hands holding onto her hips. she looks down at you, dark eyes watching every movement you make.

“m’ not mad, riv,” you say, hands tugging at her waistband, pulling the elastic back and letting it snap against her skin. “you don’t need to leave, i know you just want attention,” her eyebrows furrow.

“i don’t- what? i don’t need attention, i’m not a pet.” she crosses her arms.

“mhm,” you hum. your hands leave her waist and pull your sweats down just enough for your strap to spring out. “you don’t need attention? guess i can take it off then,” you mumble. you go to take it off but rivers hands stop you, eyes meeting yours.

“i lied. i do need your attention, please? need you.. need it so bad,” her words are rushed and you lean back in your chair.

“c’mon then.” river’s quick to remove her pants, throwing them onto the chair she had abandoned. she goes to straddle you, but you shake your head, hand pressing against her lower stomach to stop her movements. “no, you’re gonna keep it nice and warm until i’m finished working, got it? one sound from you and you won’t cum, understand?” she nods and you smile. “good.” you turn her around, pulling her to sink onto your strap.

her hand covers her mouth in an attempt to prevent the noises that threaten to escape. the second the silicone bottoms out completely, you scoot your chair back to your desk. river fixes herself to be out of your line of sight, her hips rolling against the strap every so slightly. if you weren’t so focused on finishing your work, you would’ve reprimanded her for it.

you finish much faster than you had planned with the newfound silence of your office. river’s juices dripped from her stuffed cunt onto your skin. you kiss her shoulder, closing the laptop that had taken up almost all of your time and pushing it to the side.

“did so good, riv,” you mumble against her shoulder. she’s quiet, eyes wide and full of need as she looks at you. her hips had yet to stop rolling against you. you stand up abruptly, river’s chest meets the wood of your desk.

you push her down, hand between her shoulder blades. you lean over her body, the strap sinking deeper into her cunt at the new position. she bites her bottom lip. “its okay riv, wanna hear you now,” you mumble in her ear. a loud moan falls from her lips as you thrust into her at a quick pace.

“fuckfuckfuck.” it falls from her lips like a prayer. your lips attach to her neck, sucking marks into the skin. needy whines fall from her lips as you fuck into her, her movements limited with the position you pinned her in.

“should’ve done this forever ago, hmm? would’ve finished working days ago.” skin slaps against skin with every thrust. river stands on the tips of her toes in an attempt to bring herself more pleasure. moans echo off of the walls.

you pull yourself off of her, speeding your thrusts up. river’s thighs shake, struggling to keep her position. each thrust gets harder to complete as she nears her orgasm.

“gonna cum all over my strap, hmm?” river nods frantically, hair stuck to her face. “go on, then.” river’s orgasm pulses through her, her calves giving out as she falls limp against the wooden desk. you pull out, flipping her to rest her back on the wood. “one more, yeah?” you sink back inside of her, pushing her thighs apart for better access.

she whines when your thumb grazes her clit. “i can’t, so, shit, too much.” you chuckle, shaking your head.

“nono, you were so needy for attention, you can take it, right, baby?” your rub gentle circles on her clit, thrusts much slower than your previous pace. she whines at your continuation, doing nothing to stop your actions, instead, she spreads her thighs apart, arching her back off of the desk.

“i cant take it,” she mumbles out, heavy breaths falling from her lips. you smile, pushing her shirt up to expose her chest.

“i knew you could.” you roll her nipple between your fingers and river lets out a loud moan, hips bucking into the strap. you speed your thrusts up, hips burning at the movement.

skin slapping against skin, the squelch of river’s cunt taking your strap, river’s moans, it all echoed off of the walls, sending heat to your core.

“pleaseplease,” her words are slurred, tears prickling at her eyes. “just..” shes cut off by her own moan. “please, baby.” shes too fucked out to form coherent sentences, mutter pleas like her life depended on it.

her orgasm pulses through her for the second time, moans sounding like music to your ears. you rub her skin gently, attempting to help her regulate her breathing.

“good job, riv.” your voice is quiet, her breathing slowing with every exhale. you slide the strap out of her slowly, eliciting a whimper from the girl. you place a kiss on her lips. “lets go take a shower, yeah?” she nods as you pull away from her, offering her a hand to get up.

you collect the clothes river had thrown carelessly, standing next to the chair. river’s legs shake with every step, a small limo making an appearance. you try your best to contain the laugh that threatens to escape your throat. you meet her where she walked, wrapping your arm around her waist. “how about a bath instead,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to the side of her head.

[icumpinkglitterxo]

Needy

a/n: im pretty sure this kind of cockwarming like sleeping with someones dick inside u is dangerous and u can get like a yeast infection or something?? so like dont try it xx also this is my first fic and im really just diving in head first w smut and its cringe. enjoy ★

warnings: smut, cockwarming, semi-public, p in v, squirting, hickeys, i dont think theres anything else its sex idk

You woke up from your nap in Slash's bunk in the tour bus. You sit up groggily, then see Slash sitting next to you. He smiles when he sees that you're awake. "Have a nice nap?" You smile and nod, "yeah, although i do miss my own bed," you reply with a slight frown.

Slash leans closer and whispers in your ear, "You know what I'm in the mood for?" You look up at him, "Slash, no! Don't you remember how pissed Axl got last time?" Slash whines, "please? We've been on tour for two months and we haven't had any time together. I'm starting to lose my mind!" You sigh, "I know, but I don't wanna get into trouble again... Axl was really pissed off last time, and it wasn't even because of the noise! We made a huge mess!" Slash frowns and whines.

You knew how needy Slash already was, but when he went a long time without fucking you or getting off, he only got needier.

He sat pouting for a while, then a wide smile spread across his face, "I've got an idea..." You look over at him with a worried look, "oh no..." He moves around the bunk, then starts to take off his pants.

Your eyes widen, "Slash, what the hell are you doing!?" You asked, whisper yelling because you knew the others were asleep. He kicks his pants off and pumps his already hard cock a few times, then looks up at you, "sit on it?" You stare at him as though he were crazy, "are you insane?" Slash frowns, "you don't even have to do anything! Just sit on it and then we can go to sleep! Please?" He was practically begging at this stage.

You sigh, knowing there would be no changing his mind, and besides, you kind of liked the idea too. Even though you weren't as needy as him, you still hadn't been touched in a long time, and this was better than nothing.

"Fine," you say, with a hint of annoyance.

His eyes light up as he watches you pull your shorts off, then your panties. You grab onto his shoulders and lower yourself onto his cock. He grabs your waist, guiding you down. You let out a slightly loud moan, but Slash presses a hand over your mouth, "Baby, you need to be quiet." You gaze up at him and nod.

He takes his hand away when you're fully seated, then he shifts the two of you so that you can both sleep. You look up at him and feel a wave of excitement wash over you as you realise that you're going to sleep with Slash buried deep inside you.

You start giggling. Slash raises an eyebrow, "what's so funny?" You keep giggling, "this." Slash looks down at you, "how is this funny?" He asks, confused. "Because we're not supposed to be doing it." He sighs but smiles, "we aren't making any noise, and we won't make any messes, so we're not doing anything wrong."

Eventually, your giggles start to die down, and Slash falls asleep first with his arm draped over your waist. You stare at his face for a while, admiring how peaceful he looks when he sleeps. Then you hear footsteps, and you panic, pulling the blanket up over the bottom half of both of you.

Axl pulls the curtain of your bunk open and looks down at the two of you. He could tell Slash wasn't wearing pants, and you weren't wearing a top or bra, so he had his suspicions. "What are you two doing?" You look over your shoulder at him, acting innocent, "we're going to sleep? What are you doing?" He glares at you, still not convinced, "why is Slash naked? And why don't you have a top on?"

You roll your eyes at his ridiculous questions, even though he had every right to be suspicious. "I'm too warm, and Slash usually sleeps naked. Is that really shocking?"

Axl glares at both of you for a second, "I guess not, but you better not be doing anything like last time. I like spending my money on stuff for the band, not on trying to get your mess out of the carpet." You roll your eyes again and wave him away, "yeah, yeah, we get it. Now go away!"

Axl sighs and pulls the curtain closed again, then goes to his own bunk. You look back at Slash, who was still asleep. You nuzzle your head into his neck and slowly start to fall asleep.

When the tour was finally finished, the band was on their way back to L.A. Slash was the most excited. The entire journey back, all he could think about was getting off, whether it was with or without you.

When the two of you finally got back home, he practically shoved you inside the house and into the kitchen, not even bothering to lock the door. He lifts you onto the island in the kitchen and starts kissing your jaw and down your neck, "fuck, I've missed you so much..."

You giggle, "I was with you through the whole tour?" He pulls your top and bra off and grabs your chest, "and I didn't get to see these once, or your pretty little pussy." You turn red and laugh nervously, "they're not that great..."

Slash looks up at you, "are you fucking kidding me?" He says, sounding slightly offended. You frown, "what?"

Slash doesn't reply. Instead, he starts unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down, followed by your panties. You lift your hips slightly to help him. He takes his own leather pants off, pumping his hard cock a few times before lining it up with your entrance.

He pushes into you in one swift motion. You gasp and grab onto his shoulders, "fuck!"

He smirks and starts to slowly thrust into you. He leans forward and starts kissing your neck. You wrap your arms around him, soft whines and moans leaving your lips. He starts to increase the pace, thrusting faster. Your moans start getting louder and needier.

"Fuck! Slash! Please...don't stop, don't stop," you cry out. He reaches down and starts circling your clit with his thumb, "oh baby, I'm not stopping any time soon." You moan louder at the increased pleasure on your clit. Slash leans down and starts sucking on your neck and collarbone, leaving dark purpleish hickeys all over your skin.

The kitchen fills with the sound of your loud moans and Slash's grunts and low moans. You arch your back, feeling yourself getting closer and closer. Slash could tell you were close, feeling your walls tighten around him.

"Fuck! I-I'm gonna cum! Please! Don't stop!" Slash smirks, "cum for me, baby" he says, gripping onto your hips to hold you in place.

You moan loudly, and your eyes roll to the back of your head as you squirt all over his dick. It doesn't take long for him to finish inside you. He pulls out and looks down at you, "you okay, Princess?" You look up at him with lidded eyes and nod lazily. He chuckles softly and picks you up, and carries you to the bathroom.

You rest your head on his shoulder, feeling exhausted and barely able to register being set down on the counter or the cold washcloth between your legs.

Once he's satisfied you're clean, he picks you back up and carries you into your shared bedroom. He sets you down on the bed and goes over to your shared dresser and grabs a clean pair of panties for you, knowing you feel more comfortable wearing them when you go to sleep. He slips them on you, then sits down beside you.

"Are you okay? Do you want any food or water before you go to sleep?" You smile and shake your head. He smiles and kisses your forhead, then pulls you close, "get some rest, darling."

[eccentricallygothic]

Ok and just hear me out so like some of the Chris evans characters like Lloyd,ari,ransom,jensen, and Andy like let’s say they all shared reader there little bunny and one one sunny day she was in there pool because it was hot and she was limited to a certain time because they wanted her inside so she didn’t get cold from the water and they all come outside and see her playing and tell her to come in but she’s throwing a fit and being a brat so they tried getting her out but eventually Ari jumped in and she seen so she tried swimming away but she was a little slow so Ari grabbed her by the hips and dragged her closer to him turning her around and she hides in her face into his neck knowing she’s in trouble for pulling her little stunt

Idk it’s just something I thought of☕️😍

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Warning(s): Ddlg vibes, bratty!you, polyamorous relationship, brat!tamer Daddies Ari, Lloyd, Jensen, Andy and Ransom, one spank and mentions of punishment, stripping, fluff(?), bunny!you. Browse at your own discretion. 18+

You already know the stricter and older Daddies (Andy, Lloyd and Ari) have their massive arms crossed over their broad chests in disapproval as they watch your little form. 

"Nooo, Daddy! Bunny wanna swim more, ugh!" You brattily huff and throw your feet against the water as you stomp away from the side of the pool they're standing on. 

Ransom and Jensen get the blame for spoiling you so much when the truth is, all of them are equally whipped and can't help but pamper you in every way possible. 

That is exactly why you have been getting brattier and brattier. 

"Bunny…" Lloyd warns as he walks along the length of the pool to try and stop you without spoiling his work fit. "Out, now." 

You turn to only stick your tongue out at him, your little barbie and ducky floaties that Jensen had practically forced upon you, helping you drift away from him and towards the middle of the pool.

The men warningly watched you now, trying to intimidate you into obedience but you were following the strict rule of if I can't see them, they can't get me.

Andy loosened his tie as he sighed. He had just gotten home.

"I'll count to 5" the oldest male warned, expecting you to fold as usual.

But you really wanted to be punished today, didn't you?

A few moments passed as you ignored the concerned men, giggling at how the wrinkles caused by the pool water were increasing along the tips of your fingers and toes. 

"That's it!" Ari was the least fancy out of them all. A literal giant with a stature of 6 foot five inches, he was a rough and tough man that did not have much patience for bullshit. 

Kicking his shoes off, the man pulled his plaid and tee off next. While you stayed high on your brat cloud, Ari shrugged his pants off before diving into the pool like a professional swimmer.

You turned to look behind you in horror when the loud splash of water sounded a small distance away from you.

Ari was bringing the proximity to a very quick close with the help of his fast movements and large limbs.

"NUUU! NOT FAIR!" You screeched as you flailed your arms about you, winding one of your legs back before you started to kick down at the water to get away from the nearing doom.

"Come here, you!" Another screech left you when in your attempt to flee your persuer you accidentally swam a little close to Ransom and his hand lunged towards you to grab a hold. 

Although you successfully dodged him with a quick manouvre, your smaller body was no match in speed to Ari's and before you could recover from Ransom's grab, thick and built hairy arms were closing around your form after your hips were pulled in his direction with the tips of his strong fingers.

"NOOOOO!" You protested in despair, flailing your limbs to express yourself as Ari turned you around to face him. 

The moment his strict eyes that were rather rare but brought you to tears every time they came out, met with yours, you became a mum and whimpering mess.

The lips that the men loved (to play with) so much formed a pout as you weakly buried your face in the conjunction between his shoulder and neck.

The best little girl is a quiet one. 

The older Daddies had taught you this.

"There we go" Ari crooned as he caressed your back while bringing you both to the edge where the other Daddies were standing. 

Jensen pulled you up and out by your shoulders while Ari supported your legs so you wouldn't end up with sore limbs from the force of it. 

But you weren't placed on the ground. 

Instead you were made to dangle like the little bunny doll that you were between the men as Ransom stepped forward to peal your floaties and wet bikini off of you. 

"And now we are just a weak little pathetic pouting brat" Daddy Lloyd's condescending tut along with the sudden nakedness had you blushing furiously as you stared anywhere but at your owners. 

Andy being the most authoritative one was the one you were handed to -more like tucked against his hip as he had an arm around your sorry form to keep you levitated- as you were carried inside.

"Such a spoilt little bunny, aren't we?" The sharp smack he landed on your ass had you whining. 

You were in for a long evening with your cross Daddies.

Omg thank you so much for this ask! I absolutely loved it and your brain because this made me all hot and shy! I know I am responding to this a bit late but I wanted to do it justice 🥵❤️

[imrllytootiredforthis]

u said i can send u more asks😼😼so basically

thinking abt.... making giant boys pliant and feel miserable 😖 soob riding ur thigh because u decided to be mean to ur sweet little bunny - it's not ur fault he looks so adorable all flushed and frustrated - why arent u helping him? he's too aroused to get himself off

wanna degrade him while he's rutting my thigh calling him my perfect little slut - but oh no little bun can feel tears in his eyes and starts mumbling "m not a slut, just good, m i not ur good bun? wanna be good, good jus for u" and u can hear him sobbing by the end while he's just repeating the same words over and over again

u kiss his tears away and say that yes, he had been a very good boy so u help him by placing ur hands on his waist guiding him and setting up the pace

he ends up cumming so hard he holds onto u for dear life babbling "am i good? pls tell me i'm good"

😩😩soob who lives off of ur praise>>>>>

pls there are so many mistakes here but😭😭i cant think straight atp

smth abt thigh riding and soob gets me goin every fucking time istfg-

-idk if it's like the size thing-the fact that this giant of a man turns into a whimpery little mess rutting against your leg, burying his face into the crook of your neck, moaning and mewling into your ear-or really idk what else it could be

oh but he'd be so into praise😩😩

it's the air he breathes, just wanting to be called a good little bun by you<333

i can just imagine-

one night you wake up, bc your poor little bunny can't seem to get comfy, shifting around and grunting quietly, you keep your eyes closed, arms still wrapped close around his body until you realize...realize...

...he isn't shifting bc he's 'trying to get comfy' but in fact, he's grinding against your leg-trying his absolute hardest to stay quiet and not wake you up

well, it's a bit too late for that now, because you're already awake and a broken moan falls from his lips as your hands grip either of his thighs, setting a pace for him

"such a little slut, aren't you bun? Can't even wait for morning, you had to wake me up just because you were horny, baby." Condescending and mean, one of his favourite combinations yet he vehemently denies

"n-no, 'm your go-good boy. your good little bunny, right?

You agree, mostly because of how pretty he looks, all flushed and flustered, red and adorable. sounds so cute with high breathy pants and muttered words, just barely loud enough, going on and on about how much a good boy he is-imploring, begging-you to backup the claims.

"I don't know baby, look at you, all a mess, you haven't even taken on your boxers yet...not even thinking with that pretty little head of yours," your brush a lone finger over his cheekbone and he desperately pushes his face into the touch for more.

"you're acting like such a horny little slut right now~" The words have him moving faster, grinding down harder, mewling and letting out incoherent little hiccups in which all you can catch is something along the lines of 'good boy'.

“bun...b-bun jus' wans’ to feel good...please”

he's close. eyes glazed over, body tensing in trembling, tongue lolling out of his mouth with drool dripping down his chin. "please, please, please."

"shhh, shhh, don't worry bun'" you roll over and now he's under you, looking up with you with the biggest sweetest doe eyes you could possibly imagine.

"once i'm done with you, you'll be nothing but my good little slut."

[prismuffin]

Hey!! Can I request a top male reader x Price. Reader is new to the 141 team, Laswell recruited him for the team. Little does the team know Price and reader are married, they do know that Price is married tho. The team finds out when they catch a shirtless, pants-undone Male Reader literally on top of Price, who is shirtless, only in boxers, and covered in hickeys (They were being a little too loud).

A/n: KSKSJFHSKFJHSJ YESSSS ugh he has no right to be that hot idk- also the gif>>>>

“PRICE?!”

John Price x top!male!reader

( summary: after hearing their captain's groans of pain throughout base they rush to his room only to see him underneath you, definitely not in pain )

warnings?: light swearing, light smut but it's not directly talked about

C/n means code name!

!-!more under the cut!-!

The team waited patiently as Laswell left to go grab who was supposed to be their newest recruit. She seemed to be almost laughing to herself as she described your skills and explained why you'll be a great asset to the team. For once, Price was actually unsure about who this new recruit could be, but they seemed to be well trained and very skilled from what he can gather. The door opened again, and their attention snapped to it as Laswell walked in with their newest recruit. "Boys, meet Y/n L/n, otherwise known as C/n." Price almost audibly gasped at the sight of you. His husband. Is that why Laswell was laughing? Cause she knew the whole time? "C/n? How'd you get that name?" Soap's Scottish accent cut through the room and you chuckled, "You don't wanna know." A smirk found it's way to your face as your eyes scanned over the team before landing on Price. You stared at him as Laswell introduced everyone, telling you their names and ranks, though you didn't seem to care about anyone but Price, which the team noticed. They decided not to think much of it, and some really didn't care at all (I'm looking at you Ghost).

After the meeting, Price was assigned to show you around, and by that I mean he volunteered. "I just can't believe you didn't tell me you were switching!" He whisper yelled to you as you walked together. There was a hint of amusement in his voice though he did seem to be at least a little mad at you. "What can I say? I just wanted to spend more time with my husband." You stopped walking, grabbing his waist slowly while smirking. He was quick to swat your hands away and you pouted, "What? You didn't miss me at all?" You faked a hurt expression but smiled when John rolled his eyes playfully. "Of course I miss you, I just wish I'd have gotten a bit of a bloody warnin eh?" You crossed your arms and shrugged, "Laswell thought it'd be funny." He scoffed muttering an "unbelievable," as he began walking again. You chuckled and smirked as you caught up to him, slapping his ass. He gasped and hit your arm which hurt more than you'd like to admit. You said sorry even though you clearly weren't and attempted to grab his hand only to get slapped away. You attempted again and he denied once more, that didn't stop you from trying the entire rest of the time you guys walked around base, he settled with holding your pinkie whenever no one else was in sight.

It's been about a week since you join 141 and you've mostly made friends with everyone. You'd heard a lot about Gaz from your husband so it was easy to click with him when you brought up stuff you knew he'd relate to. Soap was just easy to get along with in general and that Ghost guy is someone you're still working on. Either way currently the team had just gotten back from a small mission, they’d left both you and Price back at base for recon. After the mission was done they’d said their goodbyes over comms and took their short flight back to base. Walking in from the hanger, they all chatted - though it was mostly Gaz and Soap, Ghost didn’t mind listening in. “Aw man you should’ve seen that guys face when he realized he was out of bullets!” Gaz laughed with Soap, even Ghost let out a silent nose laugh at the two. “Yo y’alright lad?” Soap asked as he noticed that gaz had stopped laughing. “Did you hear that?” He asked and Soap slowly shook his head. “Lt?” Soap questioned and Ghost also shook his head. “Maybe you’re hearing things mate-“ Soap stopped talking abruptly as what sounded like a groan rang through the halls. “See there it is again!” “Ohhh yeah I heard that one! Ey LT, wanna check it out?” Soap shot Ghost a grin and he huffed.

“Ahh, shit-“ “Sounds like Price-“ Ghost said only to be cut off by Gaz. “You think he’s hurt?” “Doubt he’s hurt, sounds more like-“ Gaz hurried off causing Soap to laugh as Ghost sighed, following the two as they speed walk through the halls. Their captains groans only got louder the closer they got, curses being added in sometimes here and there. As they neared the shut door to Price’s room Gaz began walking a bit faster, obviously worried for his father friend. A “MmmphFuck- Y/n~” stopped Soap in his tracks, “wait that doesn’t sound like-“ Gaz busted the door open, his jaw dropping as he took in the sight before him. Price was stripped down to nothing but his boxers, his neck and chest and the inner bits of his thighs were covered in purple bruises. You hovered on top of him, pants unbuttoned, staring at the three new guests that entered the room. “Ahh shit I thought I locked the door..” they heard you mumble, all three of their eyes wide in shock.

“PRICE?!”

Gaz yelling seemingly knocked everyone (but you) out of their shocked trances. “Christ!” John shot up, bumping into your form, causing you to stumble back, gripping at the bed as to not fall. “Oh. Ohohoho-“ Soap started as he looked between the both of you. Soon after, he busted out laughing and unlike before he was the only one doing so. “Respectfully Sir, what the actual hell did I just walk in on?” Ghost spoke over Soaps loud laughter and Price could do nothing but stutter out useless excuses. “Aren’t you married?!” Gaz yelled and Soap immediately stopped laughing at that. “Ohhhhh Captain, cheating on your spouse? Not cool,” Soap looked shocked and you smirked, looking between both parties. “I’m not cheating on my-“ “Not cheating?! You’re practically naked and being fondled by this- this- new guy!” Gaz almost looked betrayed as he held his arm out towards your figure to emphasize his point. You failed to stifle a laugh and Price shot you an unimpressed look. “Gaz, calm down im not cheating on my Husband, he is my husband.” You nodded and both Soap and Gaz looked between each other. “Huh??” “Yup, it’s true I married this old guy.” You crossed your arms and jumped, feeling Price pinch you teasingly for your choice of words. “Wait so- your husband joined the team and you two didn’t say anything?!” Soap asked and you laughed, “I thought it’d be funny.” Price sighed, “It wasn’t relevant information at the time.” You shot him a false betrayed look as Gaz and Soap went silent. A deep chuckle from behind the two caught everyone attention. Simon “Ghost” Riley stood there, shoulders bouncing in what appeared to be silent laughter. “Fucking ‘ell, you lot really are something else.” He muttered and Soap’s face broke out into a grin as he started to laugh again. “I can’t believe I didn’t know.” Gaz spoke and you scoffed with a roll of your eyes. “Yeah yeah, this is all very funny but if you’ll excuse me I’d like to go back to what I was doing.” You motioned your head towards Price with a wide smirk as his face started turning red. Gaz looked borderline mortified and was quick to leave, Ghost and Soap following shortly after, though not without Soap throwing you a wink from over his shoulder.

Price groaned after the door shut, flopping backwards onto the bed with his face placed in his hands. You grabbed one, pulling it off of his face before planting a soft kiss to his cheek with a chuckle. "Sorry love, I could've sworn I locked the door." He sighed, "It's fine, s'not entirely your fault I was kind of being loud..." He mumbled and you laughed, placing a kiss to the corner of his lips. "Do you want to continue?" You asked, not so subtly grinding your hips down to resume the previous friction. He let out a breathy moan at the feeling before staring into your eyes and nodding slowly. Your face broke out into a grin as you leaned up a bit more, pulling his other hand away from his face and planting a proper kiss to his lips. That night, Price had tried to keep it down though with practically everyone already knowing what you both were up to there was really no point.

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[luvfy0dor]

"Wonderland ♡" Nikolai Gogol x Gn!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; Theft, grand theft auto

Description; Committing crimes with Nikolai Gogol, inspired by Wonderland and Getaway car, ik he could literally just use his ability but Nikolai would prob love a high speed chase or anything like that.

A/n; recently I've been like so nervous talking to people idk why I'm just horrified of being awkward nd saying some stupid shit ykwim I love talking to people I'm just like really awkward 🫤🫡

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You could feel adrenaline rush through your veins as you bolted through the hallways of some random mall with Nikolai. You were both hand in hand, sprinting down the strips of hallway as security guards chased and yelled after you both. Nikolais giggles almost went unnoticed with everything else being so loud. You panted loudly, the six foot tall man pulling you along with him. It was hard to keep up with, but you really didn't wanna go to jail right now, or ever for that matter, so you tried your hardest.

After damn near flying down an escalator and weaving in and out of many confused strangers, the bright exit sign came into view. Had you not been huffing and puffing, you would have sighed in relief.

"How're ya holding up there, dove? Feelin' the burn?" Nikolai asks you, his head turned to look into your eyes. You nod just as you finally break free from the cramped and crowded space of the mall. You immediately look around, trying to find a place for you to run. Nikolais eyes were also darting around the parking lot, until the flashing orange and yellow lights of a newly unlocked car caught his attention. He grabbed your hand again.

"Sorry for pulling you around so much, my dearest, but it is highly necessary in the moment!" You're pulled through the parking lot by your boyfriend, luckily no cars were speeding directly at you, so you got to your destination unscathed. "Wait! Kolya! Was this a part of your plan?! You know, Fyodor told you if you were a little bit less impulsive and didn't rush into things you'd be more successful-" you're cut off by Nikolai flinging open some random persons car door and shoving you in, shutting the door and running around the hood of the car.

He gets in and immediately puts the car in reverse and steps on the gas. "And is Dos here at the moment?" He asks while looking over his shoulder to back out of the parking spot. You can hear the assumed car owner screaming obscenities at the both of you. You shake your head. "No, he's not, but still, if we're not careful this is just another charge that we might have to face!" You say, your hands nervously flying all over the place. Nikolai just scoffs and speeds out of the parking lot. "Would I ever let you get in that much trouble?" He says, looking at you out of the corner of his eyes as he speeds down the road.

You blankly stare at him. "Yes! Yes, you would!" He Snickers at your response. His hand goes down to softly pat your thigh. "Well, you're right, I wouldn't take all the blame for myself now." He beams, turning up the radio. "But I wouldn't let neither of us rot away in prison." He assured you, the same smug grin that other people seemed to dislike calmed your nerves a bit. You just sighed and leaned your head against the car seat headrest. This wasn't a very new feeling to you, but it was exciting in the worst way possible. It made you nervous, you could almost feel your organs moving around in your body with anxiety, but the fact that you were commiting these acts with Nikolai made it a little better.

"Silence isn't setting the right mood, darlin'!" He says, reaching for the volume knob. Some pop song you didn't know but remotely recognized started blaring from the speakers, and apparently Nikolai didn't mind it at all. He seemed thrilled with it, even, a wide smile on his face as he kept speeding down the long, straight, highway. He grabbed onto one of your hands and squeezed it tightly as he accelerated the car faster. You grasped into the car door and felt your body press back against the seat.

"Oh my god, how fast do you wanna go?!? This is not a high speed chase!" You say, deeply inhaling while looking at him. "And it won't have to be if we get way ahead now." He beams. He continues down the road for another couple of minutes, still practically levitating off of the pavement with his speed while your heart feels like it's beating nearly as fast. Nikolais voice rings through the car as he joyously sings along with the song while you eventually manage to catch your breath.

Nikolai takes a couple more turns, and before you know it, you're in some sort of field, the stars illuminating the sky when you step out of the car as per Nikolais request. He hops up onto the hood of the stolen car, patting the spot next to him and signalling you to join him. You sigh and lift yourself up onto the white vehicle and he swiftly takes your hand in his.

"Aren't the stars so beautiful? Not as beautiful as you, ofcourse, but they're quite pretty if I do say so myself." He beams, reaching into his pocket. He hands you a couple of dainty diamond jewelry pieces that he stole from the mall, letting them fell into your hands. "I think these would look splendid on you." He smiles, pulling you body closer to his. "Thank you, Kolya." You say, kissing his cheek quickly. A small smile creeps onto your face as the two of you relax under the stars. "You're the best partner." You murmur, rubbing his shoulder a bit. "Oh? In crime? Or in romance?" He says with the familiar Cheshire cat looking smile. You laugh a little. "Why not both?" You kiss his head one more time while you bask in the night chill, arms around each other in peace.

A/n; I finished this in my gym class tbh, so it's not fully proofread

[lovelykil]

「 Shy boyyy 」

kyle x reader older ver.

cw; nsfw, praising

note; idk why I procrastinated sm on this, help

Kyle clutched the sheets tightly, his mind engulfed in a haze of arousal and desire. His breath cut short from the lengthy moans he tried to hide but failed from the immense pleasure his body was in. His breath was hot and wet as you took him in whole, your mouth fitting around his erection with your tounge sliding against it.

Your pace was slow and steady but it picked up suddenly, Kyle squirmed, his cock twitching in your mouth from the fast moment.

The slight wet and gagging sounds escaped from your mouth, filling the room.. if anyone were to walk past Kyle's room surely you two would be in big trouble.

With a slight whimper, He couldn't help but roll his head back, leaning it on the wall his eyes swelling with pathetic tears streaming down his pretty face.

"o-oh crap go s-slower Y/nn.."

He whispered softly, taking his hand to put on your head. You obeyed his order slowing down your pace. You set aside some hair behind your ear blushing from his noises he made.

His fingers picked at your hair almost gripping it, looking down at you with his mouth slightly open. Your eyes wandered up to look at him when his eyes met yours he looked away in embarrassment, letting loose of your hair. The sight of you quite literally sucking him off was too much.

You rolled at your eyes playfully, "You don't have to be so shy you know." You whispered, as your lips lost touch to his shaft. You instead put your hand around his length, leaning toward him. His face was already flushed from him panting but it just turned redder with your face next to his.

"Sorry.." He looked down at your hand on his dick then at you, you grinned stroking it slowly.

The room felt hot again, his chest tightened looking right at you, his face was in a mess his eyes hung low so was his mouth, slightly agape,, you wanted to let him release, let go.. break him just to hear more of his attractive moans in your ear.

"It's okay I just want you to focus on cumming now alright?" Your hand jerked him faster, his reaction was indeed what you wanted he let out a groan, shutting his eyes.

His cock twitched in your hand as you picked up the pace watching him squirm, he looked at you his eyes were practically begging you to slow down, fear of him moaning too loud.

You messed around with his tip, your fingers circling around the middle, teasing the poor jew.

"I'm not slowing down Kyle."

"H-Huh? If you don't I'll- a-ah-! Y/n..!"

With a quick jerk down to his dick, the pace accelerated. He immediately let out a loud moan that got your core tingling.

You chuckled, kissing his cheek "You sound so cute baby, I wanna hear moree." You leaned over his neck his speech was incoherent, he tried to say something but the only thing he did was pant heavily.

At this point he decided to give up he felt as he was coming up to his peak, gripping your shirt from the back moaning into your ear just like what you wanted.

You smiled to yourself, kissing his neck "That's a good boy."

Kyle's hip buckled up as he just reached his peak from your praise. His last moan was loud even when he stuffed his face into your shirt you could still hear the muffled noise of pleasure. Kyle's eyes rolled back from the release of elation finally. His messy curly hair fell in front of his face when he pulled away.

He fell back on his pillow, his breathing was slow and heavy. You let go of his dick, your hand now covered in his future children.

"God that was alot Ky." You joked, taking a good look at your messy hand. Kyle covered his face, the pleasure already leaving him now the embarrassment filled his face it was red as ever.

"I hate you soo much, all I wanted was to study." He groaned. You licked off his sperm off your finger, tasting it for yourself.

"You were stressed I thought you could need this." You swallowed down. Kyle put his hand down to see you licking away his cum off your hands.

"Mmh did you eat something sweet?"

"Pineapple.."

"Oh? So you were getting ready-"

"No! I swear I wasn't." The ginger looked away blushing. You laughed, pulling his face towards you.

"You taste soo good, you did a great job babyy." You kissed his nose, forehead and lips with a giggle. He sighed softly smiling at the kisses you showered him in, kissing you himself on the nose. Even though he was tired he still appreciated you for doing this and just also wanted to kiss you.

"I love you Y/n." He held your face, smiling. You blushed, placing one last kiss on his nose. "I love youu too." You rubbed noses, your eyes closed to enjoy the moment, smiling to each other.

"Okay I have to clean myself now, we can sleep after if you want."

"I can do that myself."

"Hu- o-oh shit.."

[smutgalour]

TAKIS

ralph x black plus size reader

so you were chilling in the living room eating takis (idk if you guys lick the powder off before eating it but i do so that's how we gonna do it) so here you are licking the red takis and don't realize raphael is looking at you. so you relaxing watching your fav show and you see from the corner of your eye raph looking at you mad deep "what happened bby" "nothing i am just looking at the way your licking that chip" "it's not that deep i just like these chips" "i am just saying the way you licking it looks really good". "oh why thank you" say with a sluty tone. you look at him up and down and crawl towards him on the couch and get on top of him you start to grind on him he does a low ass churr which turned you on all the way and you grind down a little harder that's when he stops your hips "i wanna be inside of that pussy now" you get up off him and pull your pj's down black panties matching with your brown skin you go down on your knee and pull his pants down as you pull them all the way down his dick springs up almost hitting you he chuckles (like that shit was funny almost lost an eye) you grab it and lick the underside his laughing comes to a halt as you start sucking his dick you can't go all the way down so the rest that doesn't fit you use your hands your work you mouth on his dick sucking him good asf he is moaning kinda loud he almost forgot how much he wanted to fuck you right as he was about to cum he pushes you off "i wanna cum in you" you pull you panties off and get on his lap he grabs your boobs and squeeze them together you put in him slowly while raph is sucking you nipples you moan having a little trouble taking him but after you got half way you moan so loud he grads your hips and pushes you down more you see a little bulge coming out of your stomach making both you moan out loud he starts bringing you up and pushed you all the way down the bulge getting bigger and turning you both on more he continues to use your body like a rag down then brings his hand down to your clit and run slow then moving faster as your head is spinning you see black the you squirt all over him and that pushes raph over the edge and he cums in your living a slight bump. he pulls you off of him and rest you on the couch with his cum spilling out you are worn out you passed out for a little once you wake up he has you cleaned up and laying on his bed he comes back in the room "you ok did i go to hard" "a little but that shit felt good" he chuckles "i bet it did".

[tomriddlehyperfixataion]

Golden hour - Tom Riddle x Reader

Chubby, she/her, afab, Hufflepuff, shorter than Tom, glasses wearing reader!

I spent more time writing this out on c.ai instead of actually writing this lol. also i borrowed stuff from other Tom/reader fics that i read on ao3

Warning; Smut, fingering- Idk, body worship and lots of touching. Oh and OOC Tom because canon him would never act like this at all. We’re all delulu~

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Why was he even here? He hated parties!

He barely tolerated the Slug club parties, so how had his followers convinced him to come to this party with loud music, drinking, dancing, and other obnoxious things? He kept to himself for nearly the entire party-declining any invitations to dance or drink.

He was bored, and starting to feel that buzz as he drank his alcoholic butterbeer. He was very much a lightweight as he learned thanks to this stupid party-he was only his 2nd drink and it had barely any alcohol in it. “let's play a truth game!” someone called over the music and a few people cheered and soon there was a pretty big group of people in a semi-circle in front of the Slytherin fireplace-Tom had somehow been dragged into this with Abraxas and Nott sitting next to him.

There was a vile of truth potion being passed around and Tom was bored enough to take a sip-hoping he didn’t regret this.

There were tame questions like ‘when’s the last time you cheated on a test?’ and ‘what’s the longest time you’ve gone without sleeping?’ or more embarrassing things like ‘have you ever shit your pants after the age of 5’ or ‘what’s your most embarrassing story?’

All well and fine, until it was Tom’s turn and the universe decided to torture him. “Hey, Tom,” A very drunk Slytherin 7th year asked, Tom barely remembered his name-Alvin Zabini if he did remember correctly. Tom hummed, swirling what was left of his butterbeer in the glass he held. “who do you have a crush on? Like-wanna snog em crush?”

Tom flushed like a Gryffindor scarf, his jaw dropping. What kinda question was that?! But the words slipped out of his mouth before he could shut himself up. “(y/n),” Tom slapped his hand over his mouth and mentally screamed.

Oh Salazar-he did NOT just say that!!!

He did.

His answer seemed to sober up a lot of the group-some of his followers looking at him in utter shock. “-as in-(y/n) (l/n)? the muggleborn…the Hufflepuff?” one of the other boys asked, blinking in surprise. Tom had never shown any interest in anyone, much less (y/n)-so…it was quite a shock. Tom groaned into his hand and slowly nodded, still being influenced by the truth potion.

“Holy shit, you like (y/n)?” Abraxas asked, his eyes wide and Tom was already sick of these questions. “Yes-I like her, now fuck off-go embarrass someone else.” Tom hissed, crossing his arms-suddenly feeling very sober as the group went quiet for a few moments and then finally moved on with the game.

The party dies out soon after that and everyone goes back to their rooms, Tom grabs a shower to get rid of that sticky feeling he’s had for nearly an hour now and goes to bed with a small headache, hoping everyone was far too drunk to remember anything in the morning.

His reputation depended on it.

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Oh.dear.god.

His followers remembered, and they were using the fact that Tom wouldn’t do anything bad in public to their full advantage.

“heeey (y/nn)~” Lestrange sang as (y/n) walked up behind Tom intending to move around him to get to her next class. She furrowed her brows in confusion as Tom full-on smacked Lestrange for doing that, his ears a deep pink.

“Hi?” (y/n) said, fully confused, Lestrange-or any of the pureblood boys- had never called her by her name before-it was usually mudblood or her last name. Tom made a face at his giggling followers that made them all shut up and Tom sighed.

“Ignore them, please.” Tom nearly stressed the last word as he glared at his followers and (y/n) slowly nodded, rearranging her books as she went to move on, confused by this new behavior from the pureblood boys. Tom had always been civil-even with people he didn’t like-so he didn’t confuse her.

Malfoy on the other hand, was. he was glancing between Tom and her with a stupid grin and Tom clearly wanted to smack it off. “Oookay, then, see you in defense,” (y/n) muttered, waving to Tom as she hurried to herbology.

“Bye, (y/n)~!” Malfoy sang, laughing as Tom smacked him over and over again with his bag-the red starting to spread across his face. (y/n) just shook her head and went on to class, weirdos.

Later Tom sat down next to her in defense class and buried his face in his arms, his ears bright red. He looked utterly…embarrassed? (y/n) had never seen that expression on his face before. “You okay?” (y/n) asked quietly as class began and Tom groaned into his arms, all day his followers had just been teasing him non-stop about his crush on (y/n)

“…I’ll take that as a no,” (y/n) chuckled and Tom felt his stone-cold heart flutter with warmth at the sound of it and he groaned again. All his life he thought he wouldn’t ever fall in love or have a crush-or even be attracted to anyone. He never understood what the boys his age were talking about when they said a girl was cute or how they would get all flustered and nervous when the girl they liked walked over.

But now he got it-he understood.

And he almost hated it.

Because (y/n) made him fumble, (y/n) made him stutter and lose focus, (y/n) made him want to ignore all his plans and obligations to just stare at her forever, (y/n) made him want her. He nearly died during the first month of 6th year and it was too damn hot-leading everyone with a free period to go to the black lake to cool off. Tom had been dragged by his friends and he ended up looking like a tomato under one of the trees as he watched (y/n) wear nothing but a swimsuit, hugging all of her curves and chub so perfectly he was bloody drooling at it.

He had decided to try and study while his friends were goofing off at the lake-but he ended up getting nothing done as he stared at (y/n), his brain supplying him with many thoughts; none of them innocent.

She had caught him staring and Tom nearly broke his neck looking away-his face bright red as she got dressed, hiding her body behind her clothes again, and Tom wanted nothing more to see below the swimsuit, to claim the Hufflepuff girl as his own.

At the time-he thought he had gone mad, maybe he was sick-a fever making him act and think in such a crude way! He was the bloody heir of Slytherin and he shouldn’t, couldn’t, think of someone that way-much less a mud….muggleborn Hufflepuff.

God he couldn't even call her that name, she had taken over his brain and made butterflies swarm his stomach.

He was utterly doomed when Professor Slughorn partnered them up for a potions assignment, and Tom was standing stiffly next to his crush(that was turning to full-blown obsession) as she diligently worked. That was another thing he liked about her-she was serious when it came to her studies. She was very quirky and goofy with her friends, and he…adored her laugh(goddamn her loved her laugh, it made him feel lightheaded and he finally understood what it meant to look at someone and smile unknowingly). But during class, she was straightforward and kept focused-though sometimes she had to pause and fiddle with something so she could regain that focus.

(if he remembered correctly, sometimes she couldn’t sit still and would be tapping her fingers, or her legs, or making sounds with her mouth to burn energy. Stimming? He think she called it? he had no clue what that was about)

But as they were working-(y/n) reached across the table to grab something and her chest brushed his arm-and he had a small mental reboot at the small feeling. His mind going haywire as (y/n) apologized quietly and went back to work-unable to focus on anything as the moment replayed in his mind-supplying filthy fantasies and desires of the just older Hufflepuff girl.

“-om…Tom? Did you hear what I said?” Tom snapped back to reality and he snapped his head down to look at (y/n), his brow raised. “Hmm? Sorry,” Tom muttered, having not listened to a word she said. “Could you repeat that?”

(y/n) smiled a bit and Tom couldn’t help but stare at her lips-just wanting to take her face and-(y/n) held up the glass bowl of Sopophorous beans. “Could you juice these, please?” (y/n) asked and Tom nodded, taking the bowl-a jolt of electricity flowing down his arm as his fingers brushed (y/n)’s.

Bloody hell he was so doomed.

He could hardly focus on juicing the beans-the classroom fading out of sight as the girl beside him took all his attention, as if she was the only thing that mattered in the universe. Tom swallows as she adjusts her glasses, her lashes gently brushing against the lens and her cheeks as she blinks.

He pushes down the sudden need to touch (y/n), his fingers burning with the want as (y/n) takes the bean juice and pours it carefully into the potion, her lips parted slightly in concentration and Tom wants to kiss her and-god what was wrong with him?!

His breath stutters faintly as (y/n) looks at him and nods towards the end of the table-she didn’t want to lean across and make his arm touch her chest again. “Could you grab the powdered fairy wings, please?” (y/n) asks, her shoulder brushing against Tom’s arm and another jolt of lightning runs through his body.

“Of course,” Tom mutters, his face cool and calm-the opposite of his mind as he grabs the jar and hands it to (y/n), their fingers touching again and sending another jolt down his arm, watching as she does exactly as the book says and puts a few teaspoons of the powdered wings into the cauldron.

She stirs the potion and it turns a different color-just as described in the book. Tom turns his attention to (y/n), his lips parted slightly. Brilliant.

He notices her lip quirk a bit and her eyes flickering about the table-she was missing something. “Is something missing?” Tom asks quietly and (y/n) taps the book for the missing ingredient.

“Cobra snake venom, it’s the last ingredient and I forgot it-could you grab it please?” (y/n) asks and Tom doesn’t even wait for her to finish as he turns on his heel and goes over to the cabinet holding the venom, taking the vile and walking back over to (y/n).

(y/n) takes the vile with a smile and pours exactly two tablespoons of it into the cauldron, stirring three times counterclockwise and then turning the heat down so the potion would simmer for three minutes. “Now we wait, and hope it doesn’t blow up.” (y/n) mutters, cleaning up their station while they waited. Tom helped of course-for once, he didn’t do most of the work and felt he should do something.

(y/n) reached across the table again and some of her scent flooded his senses. His eyes fluttered a bit as he smelled her by accident-coconut shampoo, vanilla and strawberry perfume, and caramel.

Fuck.

By some stupid power that takes over him, Tom reaches out and brushes his fingers into (y/n)’s hair, wanting to touch her, feel her.

He abruptly pulls back as (y/n) looks up at him, shocked to feel his fingers in her hair-luckily he has an excuse, but he stumbles through it-something he only does around (y/n). “uh-just…feather. Sorry, you had a feather in your hair.” Tom mutters, flicking away the small blue feather (y/n) had in her hair only a moment before.

(y/n) watches it float to the floor and slowly nods, turning back to the potion-which changes to a different color-and turning the burner off and letting it rest so they can safely pour it into a vile and hand it to Slughorn.

Tom stares at her-an ache in his chest for the girl before him-yearning to touch her, hold her, for her to be his. But in what world would it happen? How could he ever tell her about his feelings?

He comes up with the brilliant idea of secret admirer notes-letters to (y/n) telling her of his feelings so that she might know of them but not know it was him. It’s a bit sad, but he can’t keep it inside anymore-besides, his followers already know, maybe they’ll stop teasing him if someone starts sending her notes.

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He has no idea how to write love letters he realizes; he agonizes over maybe 100 drafts that don’t even come close to good enough-let alone perfect. His waste basket is covered and filled with the tossed drafts and he sighs over his desk, glad he had a private room thanks to being head boy so none of his followers could see him like this-so…frustrated over not being able to write a love letter.

He didn’t know how to do any of this, he hardly knew how to act around (y/n), not when she made him lighthearted and dizzy, not when her laughter made him want to grin, not when her smile made his heart flutter like it never had before.

Finally he settled on just sending her short love poems instead of love letters-that way it was kind’ve pre-written for him at least. He goes over several romantic poem books and settles on a handful to write down and send to (y/n).

He sends the first during breakfast, waving his wand under the table and sending the small folded crane to (y/n) at the Hufflepuff table. It lands right in front of her and she frowns a bit, curiously picking the crane up and twisting it about. It unfolds in her palm and as soon as she reads what Tom had written-her expression turns to flustered surprise as her jaw drops-one of her friends seeing what Tom had written and squealing.

“You have a secret admirer! (y/n)!!” (y/n) sputters and shakes her head, trying to deny this and handing it off to one of her friends.

“i-no, it can't be for me-Sarah, it’s for you. It must be.” (y/n) attempts to hand it off to Sarah, a pretty Hufflepuff that had gained a lot of attention within the last year. She grins and shakes her head-pushing the note back to (y/n).

“It landed in front of you, (y/n). It’s for you.” (y/n) sputtered a bit at her friend's insistence that someone liked her enough to write and send a love poem-her face hot and her lips pressed tightly together as she looked back down at the note-whoever had written it had very pretty handwriting.

‘'Anything Else- I want to plant a seed in your mind, some tiny particle of thought that bears a remnant of me. So little by little, day by day, you find yourself thinking of me, until one morning, you will wake up and realize you can’t think of anything else. - your secret admirer’

Tom very much enjoys (y/n)’s reaction, watching from across the hall, his chin in his palm and his fingers splayed across his face. This reaction was exactly what he was hoping for-and he found it so cute that she denied it was for her. His insecure little flower.

Yes. She was his now. He couldn't deny it anymore, she would be his and he was never going to let her go once she allowed herself to be his.

But for now-until then-he would send the little love poems.

The next was during defense class, and he watched amused as the little crane landed in front of her and unfolded in her palm again-a small squeak escaping (y/n) as she read the note.

‘Eros- If time were governed by Eros, I would stay in your arms forever. If time answered only to lovers, I would never leave your side. The seconds pass by slower when I’m staring at the clock. And you wonder why I can’t take my eyes off you. – your secret admirer’

(y/n) hid the note before the professor could see it and she kept glancing at it through class, a small grin peaking at her lips. She liked that one then, good. One note at a time-he’ll have (y/n) fall for him and soon, she would be his.

All his.

He sends another the next day, during charms class-watching amused from the other side of the room as (y/n) smacks her hands over her face and silently screams as her friend giggles at the note-putting it in (y/n)’s pocket before the professor can see them squealing over a little love note.

Tom smirks at (y/n)’s expression, which is soft and crunched, quirking her lip at the note that she snuck back out of her pocket.

‘A Timeline.

You and I

against a rule, set for us by time. A marker drawn to show our end, etched into its line. The briefest moment shared with you— the longest on my mind.-your secret admirer’

(y/n) shoves her friend away playfully as they tease (y/n). “Someone must be smitten with you to write all these (y/n), seriously, I’m a bit jealous.” The friend laughs and (y/n) pouts a bit, shoving them one last time and pocketing the note again, turning her attention back to class as she tries to force her cheeks to cool back down.

Tom is smitten, and he was going to make (y/n) so flustered she was going to explode.

He sends more and more little love poems throughout the next month, watching with a hidden grin as she stares intently at each one-her face steaming and her eyes soft, having to steal the notes back from her friends and then putting them in the book she had started collecting/keeping the notes in.

During this month-(y/n) asks to borrow Tom’s transfiguration notes during class, having forgotten her own. He easily hands them off-not thinking of how distinct his handwriting was. But (y/n) instantly sees the connection and her eyes widen slightly-somehow keeping her cool as she quickly copies Tom’s notes and hands them back, her face getting warm as their fingers brush against each other.

Tom was her secret admirer.

Tom. Marvolo. Riddle, liked her.

Tom-the head boy, proclaimed Prince of Slytherin-liked her.

He sent her love poems-hand written love poems, one-maybe five-a day for the last month.

….welp! Time for a breakdown~!

(y/n) rants to her friends as soon as they’re back in the dorms, pacing their room as they all stare in shock. “I mean-it’s Tom Riddle, Tom Riddle! Mr. untouchable!!! I mean-have any of you seen him even look at anyone in any way that isn’t absolute boredom or charm so he can-I don’t know-shmooze something out of them!? Out of everyone-he likes me?! The chubby Hufflepuff with the nerd glasses?!”

(y/n)’s friends all look at each other like this :|, and Sarah stands, grabbing (y/n)’s shoulder to stop her from self-destruction.

“(y/n),” Sarah starts seriously, moving her hands down to hold (y/n)’s hands tightly. “you are smart, pretty, with a damn hot body and a wonderful personality-he would be an idiot to not like you. And I am going to jinx you if you keep talking about yourself like that. Now. You’re going to write a little note back to Tom as revenge-then we’ll see if he means it all, okay?”

(y/n) takes a few deep breaths and nods, and with the help of her friends-makes a perfect note to send back to Tom, charmed to fold like a little crane like Tom had been doing and planning to send it during the potions study group the next day.

(y/n) is practically freaking out as she sits with her friends during study group the next day, her face hot and her leg bouncing anxiously as she charms the note and sends it over to Tom, quickly looking down at her books as Tom jolts a bit at the sudden appearance of the crane.

Tom blinks-very surprised to see such a thing. He glances up at (y/n), who is looking down at her work and he picks up the crane, which unfolds in his palm. He can’t help the surprised cough that escapes him as he reads the love poem sent to him-the handwriting so very much (y/n)’s that he can't think straight.

‘What Does Love Feel Like? One day you will meet someone who will see the universe that was knitted into your bones, and the embers of galaxies glow to life in your eyes. And you will finally know what love is supposed to feel like. -your secret admirer.’

Tom is so glad he’s sitting by himself because he is definitely blushing-his ears and cheeks bright red as he looks down at the note, (y/n) had to be the one who wrote this-he knows her handwriting, she must’ve figured out who her secret admirer is-she must be teasing him or something.

Tom licks his lips, looking back up at (y/n), and she ducks her head quickly, her friends giggling quietly as they glance between her and Tom.

She knows.

Tom can’t tell if it’s excitement or dread that sits in his chest, (y/n) knows. She knows. She knows it’s him, she knows he likes her. And she sent him a love poem right back-just before he was about to send another one.

Tom swallows, looking back down at the note-his breath catching in his chest and his heart stuttering.

This couldn’t be real, he had to be dreaming.

(y/n), his crush for nearly five years now(however, he had only accepted it the previous year.), had written him a love poem in (theorized) response to his love poems. He was going to fucking die.

Tom pinched his nose a bit and took a long shaky breath-standing from the table and collecting his things-staring at the love poem from his crush before carefully folding it and pocketing it-keeping it as a new treasure. He spotted (y/n) across the room and took another long breath, crossing the room with perfect posture and his usual confidence(which was nearly fake right now).

(y/n) curled up a bit as he came close, his deep brown eyes staring into her soul. “(y/n), can we…talk?” Tom says, his voice deep and quiet-and slightly raspy which sent a shiver down (y/n)’s spine.

(y/n) nods and leaves her books behind with her friends, following Tom just outside of the great hall where he turns to face her, far enough from the doors to have some privacy.

“How did you know?” Tom asks before anything else-assuming (y/n) did figure out it was him sending the notes. (y/n) gives a sheepish grin and rubs her arm as she tilts her head.

“Just a hunch…your uh, class notes…the handwriting matched.” (y/n) says and Tom lets out a long sigh-of course, something so simple is what gave him away. Tom is surprised by what she says next. “Did you mean them?...the poems?” (y/n) asks, biting the inside of her lips as she glances off to the side-showing Tom a side of her he hadn’t seen before-insecure and unsure of herself.

“Every word,” Tom says softly, unable to help the way the ice around his heart and soul melts at (y/n)’s presence. He matches some of her expression-biting the inside of his cheek. “Did...did you mean yours?”

“Every word.” (y/n) echoes, staring up at Tom through her lashes-her glasses reflecting the lights illuminating the hall-making her eyes look even prettier. He cannot resist anymore, and they are alone. Tom takes her hand and pulls (y/n) close, closing his eyes and tilting his head, his breath catching in anticipation. (y/n) meets him halfway, her hand catching his cheek and pulling herself closer to him, her other hand squeezing his as Tom hums and kisses her softly, months of yearning concluding with a simple gesture.

There he was, Tom Riddle, heir of Slytherin-kissing a muggleborn Hufflepuff just outside the great hall, and he didn’t give a fuck. His hands found (y/n)’s face and held her gently, pressing more into the kiss before they both pulled away, panting slightly as they stared at each other.

“Can I kiss you again?” Tom asks and (y/n) nods, before she could even get a word out Tom is kissing her again, with more passion, licking her lips and holding her close, smirking into the kiss as (y/n)’s hands grab at his shoulders and hold him tight, her feet lifting off the floor slightly as he pulls her into him. He could do this for hours, kissing her like he had been in his daydreams and actual dreams, tasting her over and over again until it was burned into his memory.

They pull away for only a moment and then they’re back on each other, months and weeks of yearning and pining clashing into a hot mess, (y/n) holds Tom’s neck as he runs his nimble fingers through her hair, breathing her in and kissing her with all his pent-up energy.

He lets (y/n) catch her breath as his hands go down to hold her waist, kissing her neck and tasting her skin, closing his eyes as (y/n) lets out a small breath, not expecting him to go this far this quickly-but he was pent up from months of fantasies and yearning-he was going to go as far as (y/n) would allow him.

He went down to attempt to undo her shirt buttons and tie but (y/n) pushed his face up suddenly, her eyes wide. “We’re in public! I don’t mind making out-but snogging?!” (y/n) said quietly in a panicked tone and Tom sighed, nodding. She was right-he had gotten carried away.

“I wish to ravish you, (y/n),” Tom said into (y/n)’s ear, smirking as he felt heat come off (y/n)’s face in waves. “but that can wait until we know each other better. Until then,” Tom muttered, kissing (y/n)’s cheek and then her hands. “I shall wait patiently to see every inch of your wonderful form.” (y/n) looked surprised to hear such a thing, not expecting Tom to be into her body. She was chubby and-different-not skinny like most girls at Hogwarts. But it seemed Tom preferred her body and was smirking at her like a devil.

“…Cheeky.” (y/n) muttered, gently pulling her hands away from Tom’s as he chuckled, stepping close again and kissing her cheek. “You’re mine now,” Tom whispered against her skin and (y/n) nodded, giving herself to him, Tom smirked devilishly; his eyes flashing with something odd but (y/n) didn’t notice it.

Tom flaunts their new relationship, and his followers just go ‘FINALLY’ as Tom makes (y/n) sit with him at dinner, her Hufflepuff robes stark against the green of Slytherin. “Bloody hell, I was wondering when you would stop pining and confess,” Abraxas teases, quickly shutting up as Tom glares at him, but it quickly softens when he looks back at (y/n), who is slightly leaning into him-doing her best to ignore the jealous stares of the other girls in the great hall.

Tom is all too proud to show her off, walking up to her between classes and kissing her hand or cheek as he passes by-and if he has extra time, he pulls his Hufflepuff into a full kiss, his arm around her waist as he moves them to the side, making out with her for a short moment before he sends her on her way, chuckling at the look of surprise and ‘that happened’ look on (y/n)’s face, but she never looked like she didn’t want it, and she never told him to stop.

Tom finally has the girl he’s had his eye on for a long time, and it did not matter to him that she was not of pure blood or of wizard descent. She was his and she would be by his side when he rose to power, whether she liked it or not.

He cannot help but tease her at every opportunity, grazing his hand under her skirt and feeling her inner thigh with his fingers, smiling innocently as she smacks his sneaky hand away, glaring at him playfully as he looks as if she smacked him for no reason. There’s no rhyme or reason to it but he wants to see her, to see her curves and perfections like he had during that hot September day when he saw her in that swimsuit that made him fantasize for the first time.

But he’ll wait till she’s ready, though he does voice this desire to her. He doesn’t even want to have sex with her-he simply wants to worship her, to see her beauty in all its divinity. She looks almost appalled by this desire but she also looks very intrigued and bites her lip, glancing around. “You…you want to, see me?” (y/n) asks, almost uncharacteristically shy as Tom nods, kissing her jaw softly.

They were in a small window alcove-just the two of them-Tom liked their private moments; where he could shower (y/n) in his sensual affection while she blushed. Tom had one of his arms tossed over her lap, his fingers gently caressing her thigh. “More than anything, but if you’re not ready, I can wait however long,” Tom whispered, grazing his teeth against the curve of her jaw and neck.

(y/n) bit her lip, gripping the fabric of Tom’s robe that was draped over his leg. She…she wanted him to see her, that way-if he was disappointed- she would know now and possibly work on herself before they went any further-that is if Tom didn’t break up with her before then. She didn’t know Tom thought she was a goddess, her curves and body reminding him of those Greek goddess statues that were carved of marble and stone-with belly pouches and back rolls, hip dips, round jaws, and touching thighs. He thought his girlfriend was beautiful and he wanted to show her she deserved to be worshiped.

(y/n) grazed her thumb against Tom’s jaw until he looked up at her, his deep brown eyes looking at her through his lashes, his lips on her shoulder. “Okay,” (y/n) whispered and Tom’s eyes widened ever so slightly, and he sat up, pressing his forehead to hers, his bangs brushing her skin. “you…you can see me, but-where would we even go?” (y/n) asks, and Tom has an idea, leaning down to whisper into (y/n)’s ear-he would love to use his dorm but he shared it with the other head boys.

“Meet me just before curfew on the fifth floor, by the statue of Boris the Bewildered; I have the perfect spot for us.” Tom said with a sly grin and (y/n) nodded, looking away from Tom as the class bell rang and students began to flood the halls. Her free period was over and she would have to get to her next class. Tom kissed her cheek and then her knuckles, holding her hand as she walked away from him. “See you tonight, my dear,” Tom said his eyes dark and his smirk soft as (y/n) walked away, Tom holding her hand for as long as he could before it slipped out naturally.

He sighed, biting his lip for a split moment, the fantasy he’s had for over a year would finally be fulfilled tonight. And if it went no further than him looking at her-he would be satisfied.

-

(y/n) stands beside the statue, only five minutes to curfew as she waits for her boyfriend of four months. Nerves ate at her gut and fingers as she tapped her leg, wondering when Tom would arrive. She gasps as she feels a now familiar pair of arms wrap around her waist and Tom’s face goes into her neck, breathing her in as she hums. “There you are my dear,” Tom whispers, taking (y/n)’s hands and twirling her around to face him. “let’s go before curfew starts, shall we?” Tom asked gently, having planned this so he and (y/n) wouldn’t be interrupted by those who also wished to use the space Tom had chosen for this occasion.

(y/n) nodded and followed Tom to the fourth door on the left. Tom smirked at her and gave the password, opening the door as the lock clicked open and he pulled (y/n) into the perfect bathroom. It was quite grand, and large; everything was white marble that was almost iridescent with a very big pool-like bathtub in the middle of the room that had taps surrounding it. There was also a stained glass on the wall that was illuminated by the moon outside.

(y/n) swallowed nervously, knowing why she was in here. She turned, tilting her head as she watched Tom begin to strip, laying his clothes folded on a bench. “Tom?” (y/n) asked, her heart stuttering as Tom undid his tie(quite, sexually, might she add), smirking at her. “It’s quite unfair if you’re the only one getting undressed,” Tom said, folding his tie and putting it with his vest and robe, undoing his belt to the flustered surprise of (y/n), who turned her back to Tom, willing her heart to calm down-she never thought it would come to this.

(y/n) glanced over her shoulder, biting her lip as she saw the pale skin of Tom’s upper body, watching from the corner of her eye as he took off his shirt and set it with his other clothes. He sat down to take off his shoes and (y/n) took a deep breath, shrugging off her Hufflepuff robes-letting them fall to the ground in a pile of marigold and black.

Tom perked up, his mouth going dry and his mind enchanted as (y/n) began to strip. He licked his lips, leaving his pants on for now as he finished taking off his socks-sticking them in his shoes, and going to turn on all the taps so the bath would be filled by the time (y/n) was ready.

(y/n) turned to watch Tom as he was doing this, fiddling with the end of her vest as Tom walked around topless, her eyes glued to his back as he leaned over and turned on a tap. He wasn’t built, but he wasn’t skinny, he was…lean and lanky, and kinda…perfect. (y/n) swallowed and quickly pulled off her vest before she could get too distracted.

She was nervous, but she wanted to do this. She slipped off her tie and then undid her skirt, feeling Tom’s eyes on her as her skirt dropped to the floor. she glances at him and he’s staring, his eyes hungrily taking her body in, his mouth open slightly as he looks at her.

(y/n) takes off her tights and shirt, biting the inside of her lip as she stands in her underwear. “You,” Tom breathes as he walks over to her, looking at her like she was a dammed goddess. “are…breathtaking,” Tom whispers, stopping just before her, his hands reaching out to touch her arm, but not going far enough to actually touch her-in case she didn’t want him to.

(y/n) bites her lip and looks up at Tom, reaching behind her and unclipping her bra and Tom’s eyes move to her chest, his mouth going dry as (y/n) starts to slip off her bra. To make them even, Tom takes off his pants and he stands in his underwear before the girl he’s sure he’s falling in love with, his cheeks pink and (y/n)’s breathing stuttering at the sight.

They both stand there for a long moment before (y/n) takes her bra off, revealing her chest to Tom, who thinks she has the most perfect pair of breasts he has ever seen(he’s never seen another pair, but he’s sure if he ever did, (y/n)’s would still be the best) Tom takes a small step closer, his eyes glued to (y/n) as she glances away and takes off her underwear, leaving her bare in front of her boyfriend.

Tom’s mouth goes dry again and he wants to drop to his knees and worship his girl, his perfect chubby Hufflepuff girl. Instead, he takes off his underwear and matches her nudity, taking her hands and guiding her towards the now full bathtub that is steaming from the heat of the water. He cannot keep his eyes off her, the only desire he feels is to worship her, to show her how beautiful and divine he thought she was. His body is the first to disappear below the bubbly water and (y/n) follows close behind. She sinks down until she sits on the steps that lead into the bath, the water sitting just above her chest, bubbles obscuring her body.

“I, cannot stop looking at you,” Tom whispers, moving closer to her, his arms caging her-his eyes burning into her soul. “my goddess.” (y/n) swallowed and glanced away, her eyes closing as Tom leaned down and pressed his lips to her jaw, gently kissing her and going across to the other side of her face. His hands traveled up and down her arms, his palm grazing her collarbone before they rested on her neck. He took his time on her face, kissing every inch of her face and then kissing her for a few long moments, humming into her as he kissed her softly yet passionately.

(y/n) didn’t know what to do other than let Tom do as he wished, almost trembling as Tom moved down to kiss every part of her jaw and then her neck-taking care to stop and graze his teeth against her sweet spot before he moved down, licking into the slight dip of her collar bone and shoulders, his hands moving further down her arms and then back up. He kissed each arm to her wrist and then back down to her shoulder where it connected with her torso, kissing her palms and fingers tenderly before he kissed down her arms again and moved to just above her chest.

Her breath was coming out in shallow pants now, her eyes glued to her boyfriend who was now undoubtedly worshipping her. His hair was damp from when she ran her water-soaked fingers through it-his front cowlick brushing her skin once in a while.

His lips graze over and between her breasts as he goes lower, his mouth below the water as he kisses her sternum and stomach, his fingers gripping her sides as he licks her belly. He comes back up for a breath and before (y/n) can stop him, he’s back under and kissing and licking every part of her stomach, pausing at her belly pouch and giving that extra attention-it was one of his favorite parts of her and he would pay proper attention to it before he had to take another breath of air.

When he comes back up, (y/n) is gripping the golden rail that leads the bathtub stairs, panting heavily as Tom keeps his eyes on her skin. “You are, ravishing.” Tom says lowly, closing his eyes as he lifts her legs out of the pool and kisses her thighs, his hand running up and down her inner thigh as the other holds her knee over his shoulder.

He gives the same attention to (y/n)’s other leg, going back underneath the water as he leads down to her upper thigh, gently biting the curve and fold of her hips as (y/n) sighed, her cheeks burning as her boyfriend kissed her all over except in that one spot where she was now aching.

Tom comes back up after kissing the middle of her pelvis and takes a few deep breaths, flinging his soaked bangs out of his eyes with his fingers-his eyes dark and half-lidded, his lips pink and open. “Fuck.” Tom groans and (y/n)’s stomach does a flip at the sound.

He looks up at her face and smirks, leaning forward until he was kissing her again, softly moving his lips against hers. His hands are all over her once again and she moves her legs to be on either side of his legs, her eyes closing as Tom kisses her softly. She shakily grabs his hand and puts it on her thigh, his thumb pressing against the crease where her thigh met her hips.

Tom seems to know exactly what she wants and he pulls back, staring deep into her eyes, his eyes almost black. “Are you sure?” he whispers, slowly drawing his thin and perfect fingers towards her center-where she was aching and feeling so hot. (y/n) nodded and kissed Tom with a moan as he drew his fingers over her cunt, Tom moaning quietly with her as he felt her heat-which, even under the water, felt soaked and needy for him.

He pets her gently at first, planning to worship this part as softly as he did the rest of his girlfriend's body. but as she softly says her name, his fingers find her entrance and dip inside, testing the waters as this other hand goes to her clit. He pulls back to look down at his hands-which are mostly obscured by the bubbles-and smirks, biting his lip as he watches his fingers disappear into his girlfriend.

Was it weird that he was a bit jealous of his fingers right now? Probably, but he didn’t care. (y/n) was panting and holding his bicep with a tight grip, her cheeks blazing hot as she felt Tom’s fingers curl inside her and his thumb on her clit, gently rubbing the bundle of nerves.

“T-Tom,” (y/n) breathes out his name and Tom groans, leaning in to kiss her again, his fingers going a bit faster as he carefully ats a second finger inside her, feeling her tight and hot around him. he worshiped her with his fingers inside her, his thumb on her clit, bringing her to ecstasy as she trembled, her head falling back as his lips simply repositioned to her neck, muttering something under his breath as she came.

Her ears were ringing and her vision was black but she was sure-she would think of this in an hour when she was back In bed-but she was sure, her Tom Riddle; said ‘I love you, my goddess.’

-end-

Idk, the beginning and last half doesn’t match the c.ai ver of this fic, but the body worshiping and the vibes are the same-hope yall liked it, and I have a lot of ideas for this mf who im very delulu for <3

[hannahlovesluca]

So i heard about u doing nijisanji matchups so why not :DD

Nijisanji male matchup pretty plz w cherry on top

Gender:Gender is nothing but a social conCepttTttt(jk cis female but there were times ppl mistook me as a guy once LMAO)

Pronouns:I don't have any in particular,i don't mind any of them as long as its not they/them

Sexuality:....i..don't know actually.Like.Women.But Men.But women.i'll just say bisexual..

Zodiac:Aquarius

Appearance:Shoulder length black hair,i'm kiiinda tall?Im taller than most of my friends.Black fox-like(i think thats what they call them??) Eyes,and i wear literally anything.Like imagine someone in a black turtleneck and some random ass floral button up shirt with the most obnoxious pants ever(for clarification this isnt my attempt at getting in r/builtdifferentfromothergirls i just get cold easily).Oh and im as blind as a bat without my glasses,i only put them on when i wanna put myself in the attractiveness scale for shits and giggles sometimes i wear random jackets i find in my room like that one hot pink jacket i covered in the bee movie stickers for some reason

Mbti:Entp

Idk my ennagram sorry :((

Personality:im pretty laid-back but based on sources(aka my mutuals) i am the embodiment of a living cockroach because of me almost dying like 5 times(vibe checked by god 5 times and he did NOT approve of me...like mf be frfr) i procastinate until like a day before the deadline cause i only work with pressure cause my brains just built like that(rushing calculus my beloved) I LOVE MATHS SO MUCH U CANT IMAGINE(and the cries of my discord besties cause the moment they go back on vc they see the discord whiteboard filled with god knows what) and im preeeeetty confident in myself unless someone genuinely compliments me,if that happens im just gonna disintegrate into dust

Likes:that one meme where the green guy from avengers goes "why is galora",yugioh,jumping into my friends random vc comedically 4 shits and giggles,resident evil,taking care of everyone(and not taking care of myself cause im a self aware hypocrite),DEBATES I LOVE THEM SM THEY GIVE ME SO MUCH ADRENALINE

Dislikes:when someone gets into my persona space toooooo much.oh and the fact that u can divide 91 by 7.literally unreal.and thunder??dunno it sets uncomfy in me i probably offended zeus in my past life or smth

Love language:

I dont know what that is....i mean like,id send whoever i get random memes i found at 3 am,shower thoughts??and hugs??and cuddles??and giving them reassuring words??does that count?

Extra:im bilingual(swedish,russian,korean,german) so i can make ppl say what seems like romantic words when its a deez nuts joke this is a flex btw.i pace around tasks pretty fast,sometimes im too lazy to get up sometimes i go around doing literally everything at once

Im sorry if this is confusing to u this is my first time doing this :((

i pair you with…

Ver Vermillion!

hear me out…

• you guys will absolutely nerd out over yugioh and will probably end up playfully arguing and malding over the other (i dont know much ab yugioh im sorry 💔💔)

• if you let him nerd out to you and rant to you about the most random things he will immediately fall in love

•likewise if you nerd out/rant to him he will fall in love bc the fact that you confide in him???

• similar to shu yaminerd, he is a huge nerd but hes better at hiding it

• call him a dork. he says he hates it but he loves it.

• YOU GUYS WILL HAVE MEME BATTLES.

• youll sit in discord vc, no sound except the little giggles erupting out while you read each others memes and random messages that you just keep on sending

• will randomly whip out the “why is galora” meme to make you laugh out loud in vc with others, on stream, etc even in public

• god, he loves your hair

• your cuddles up in his arms, half-asleep, and hes running his hands thru your hair AHHH

• will also send you hot-takes out of nowhere so you guys can debate on it solely because he knows how much you love it

• “banana pizza is good.”

• “soggy socks feel nice.”

• will also throw you random compliments because he knows its the only thing that will get you

• “are you a hot mom because damn mama you hot.”

• will assist you in sending deez nuts jokes to your friends in korean

• “내 불알을 빨아.”

RUNNERS UP: Shu Yamino, Doppio Dropscythe