#like what the fuck are you male losers worried about?

[apostate-in-an-alcove]

Men spend so much time worrying about whether or not a child is biologically his and live in this fantasyland where men are tricked, on a grand scale, into raising children that aren't theirs meanwhile the fuckers don't actually contribute much into actual childrearing or any domestic labour around the household, even when the children in question are technically his.

[churipu]

hii hope you’re doing good and taking care of yourself!! Can u do jjk men headcannons when their s/o is finds a bug and is telling them to kill it (can u also add nanami)

JJK MEN KILLING BUGS FOR THEIR PARTNER

featuring. nanami kento, gojo satoru, sukuna ryomen x reader

warnings. cursing, bugs ew.

note. hii anonnn, as a person who despises bugs a lot. yes. this request is just *chefs kiss*, and i'm doing absolutely amazing bby, hbuuu?? i hope you like it and thank you so much for requesting mwah mwah <;33

AND U GUYS WE REACHED 800+ FOLLOWERS??? i really don't know what to say, thank you so much <33 this means a lot to me, and i feel so loved i'm gonna cry. i love u all

NANAMI KENTO. your knight in shining armor. the moment you called out for him in a voice lacing with worry, he just knows what was up — you'd be fifteen minutes in your shower, and nanami is in the living room watching the television until you call out to him. voice loud, mixing in with the vivid sounds of water pouring.

"ken!"

he jolts up in surprise and walked towards the bathroom door, raising his hand to knock on the door a couple times, "are you alright, sweetheart?" he asks.

"come in, please," your voice was meek, and he could hear the shower turn off.

the male slowly opens the door, and he could feel the steam from your shower caressing his face lightly. you were there, still inside the shower with a nervous smile and a towel wrapping around you, "bug. kill. please?" was all you said.

"where is it, baby?"

you pointed at the sink, and there it was — the sacred and vile being, just sitting there beside the sink. though, it was so little nanami almost laugh, but seeing his partner being terrified; he was not going to make fun of them, he finds it adorable actually. and glad that the first thing you decided to do was call him for help.

nanami didn't even use a tissue, no hitting, no slapping, no squishing; he just grabs the bug in his grasp and tells you to have a nice shower and left.

your knight in shining armor.

GOJO SATORU. little bastard would definitely be all bark and no bite, he's all about that "oh, it's just a bug, baby. it's not like it's going to kill you" or "come on, baby, what's a bug going to do?"

until it flies. and he uses you as a shield.

"y/n kill that disgusting thing! holy fuck, i'm going to die." he cowered behind you, pointing at a little bug just resting on top of the kitchen counter — you rolled your eyes at him, not even having the energy to be as scared as him anymore.

"oh, it's just a bug, satoru. it's not like it's going to kill you," you mimicked his words sarcastically, and the male glares at you, wrapping his arms around you.

"it flies," he mumbled lowly, "bugs that can fly are disgusting. and don't quote my words on me, it hurts my pride," he kisses your shoulder, almost pouting.

"rock, paper, scissors? loser kills it," you asked him, raising your balled up fist with a smirk on your face.

he sighs, "bring it on, loser."

gojo lost. it took him half an hour and half a can of bug spray along with a mask to protect his handsome face from a possible bug attack, a pan lid to use as a shield, and a sandal (for protection) to get rid of the said bug.

SUKUNA RYOMEN. ignores you at first because you couldn't actually be serious? a human scared of a bug? just the mere thought of it makes him break out into laughter.

until he actually realizes it was that serious.

"brat, are you really not going to come out because there's a bug on the door?" he asks out in annoyance, standing in front of the door where you were on the other side of the open door, nodding with a lop-sided grin.

"come on, ryo. i hate bugs, 've always told you that," you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms.

"it's a bug. it won't do anything," sukuna mutters out.

"bug bites kill more people than shark attacks every year," you informed him, drumming your foot as your anxious eyes looked over to the bug as it moves slowly all over the surface of the door, "ryo, please. just squish it."

"why don't you squish it?"

"because i'm scared."

"well, ha ha. i'm scared too," he tells you with a proud smirk, crossing his arms. he finds joy in seeing you like this, really — he finds it laugh worthy, sukuna could do this all day.

"huh. the king of curses having a fear of bugs? how cute." you muttered out.

alright, that took him by surprise. the male stomps over to the door and got rid of the said bug almost immediately, "'m not scared, i was just kidding."

"i know, i said that so you could kill the bug for me," you walked out of the door, brushing past him with a big smile.

sukuna 00

y/n 01

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[elssero]

kiri offering to be the first person to give you head-

e.kirishima

♰ suggestive, not quite smut, pro hero!kiri x pro hero f!reader, slight angst.

you don’t remember exactly how you got into this situation, one minute you were finishing up your friday patrol and the next you were being dragged to a local bar, mina ashido pulling you by the wrist towards the table which sat your group of friends from high school.

you especially don’t remember how you got onto the topic at hand but your embarrassed. so embarrassed even that your sinking impossibly further into the cushioned seat of the round table your gathered around.

the tipsy chatter around the table has suddenly stopped, heads are turned towards you and you feel the multiple pairs of eyes scanning you- judging you.

it’s denki who speaks first, breaking the very awkward silence that makes you just want to run home and forget this ever happened.

“what the fuck do you mean you’ve never gotten head?”

you can’t help the increasing beating of your heart or the way you immediately look down to your lap, absolutely dripping in shame. he continues and god do you wish he hadn’t.

“weren’t you with todoroki for like a year? and he never gave you head? are you serious?”

the humiliation you feel right now is worse than ever before, it’s worse than that one time you showered in the male bathrooms by accident, infact it’s far worse than that. you can’t even bring yourself to lift up your head from its position looking directly down.

“i- i haven’t no-” you cut yourself off before continuing “it was just- it was never something he expressed interest in and neither have any of my hook ups since- it’s not a big deal- really.”

you finally lift your head up when you finish your sentence to find that everyone’s looking at you. each pair of eyes scanning you with what seems to be a look of pity. you need to get out of here.

“that’s so not cool-“ sero starts before he’s interrupted by bakugo “-not cool is an understatement it’s fuckin’ ridiculous- god i knew he was a loser but i didn’t think it was that bad.”

“it’s fine- honest- it never really bothered me” your lying. and everyone knows your lying by the way your voice drops and the way you can’t meet anyone’s eyes, your worried if you do that you’ll melt into a puddle of shame right there and then.

“should fuckin’ bother you- he’s a piece of shit- not giving his girlfriend of over a year some fuckin’ head what a dick.” he’s got you. of course it bothered you that your boyfriend- that woman constantly fawned over hadn’t even as much as tried to make you cum not once your entire relationship. in the beginning you excused it as him being inexperienced, you were his first everything- or at least you thought you were- nothing seems as clear cut as it once did since your break up 4 months ago. it’s not like he’s been your only partner either, you’ve been with people before and after todoroki it’s just- no one seems to actually care about your pleasure.

your sudden break up with todoroki followed swiftly after you’d begun working as pros- it was him who ended it- claiming he could’ve give you the time you deserved due to his entirely full schedule, whether it was patrol, or an interview, or a mission- you were never entirely sure what he was doing but you knew whatever it was, it didn’t involve you. it’s not like you can blame him, you yourself know how hard it is to start off as a pro hero.

ultimately you thank him, despite the fact you think it’s very unlikely that the two of you will ever even be on speaking terms again- at least not for the next couple of years- his sidekick made sure of that when she accidentally made a comment about them being together a mere 2 days after the two of you had broken up.

but still- you thank him, you hadn’t realised how isolated the two of you had became, attempting to salvage the hanging threads of your relationship by spending every minute of your free time together, you feel more relaxed- like you can focus on things you haven’t been able to give the time to in what feels like forever.

one of which being the group your with now, your own friend group from ua- not todorokis who you had been forced to go out with for the past couple of months- not that you didn’t enjoy their company! they just weren’t your friends.

despite the love and care you feel for the people around you- you need a bit of time to breathe following your confession to the group- you think that denkis shout of determination deciding they need to get you some head is the perfect time for you to escape.

“well- have fun with planning? m’ gonna get a drink at the bar- i’ll be right back” your words are slurring slightly, the embarrassment you recently felt only fuelling your current tipsy state.

“i’ll come with you-” it’s cheery, and you can’t help but smile up at the red head when we takes your arm and leads you to the bar, you watch as he takes a set on one of the bar stools- waiting to be served by the bartender as he beckons you to sit with him.

there’s a moment of silence between you, not completely uncomfortable- you can tell he has something to say but you wait for him to be ready to say it. in the meantime you observe him, he seems a little nervous but you can’t quite figure out why-

“m’ sorry i didn’t say anything back there- i was just- shocked” he’s not looking at you as he says it, it’s clear he feels bad.

“kiri please-” you giggle and you watch as he seems to smile slightly at the sound. “i said it wasn’t a big deal and i meant it!” you look up and and smile before you continue “and its definitely not that shocking either im sure there’s alot of people my age who have never- y’know…”

he catches your eyes now- he’s looking at you with an expression you can’t quite read- “but it is shocking.” he takes a deep breath in before continuing- “it’s absolutely crazy to me than he had you in front of him that whole time never once-” another deep breath- you swear you see him shudder a little before he continues “…tasted you.”

what?

what the fuck???

your eyes are blown wide as you stare at him- that same unreadable expression on his face as he looks into your eyes- he doesn’t dare look away- not now. his eyes are lidded, probably due to his alcohol intake and you sigh slightly when you realise that’s why he’s being like this. he doesn’t really mean what he’s saying and you feel a twinge of guilt at the fact it made your insides feel all warm.

it’s almost as though he can read your mind- sensing your self-dejecting thoughts he decides to continue- although quieter now, he leans in close to you and your breath catches in your throat- “i can’t believe he had the chance to have you and didn’t take it-” he’s moving closer as he speaks- your still frozen in place- “because- i’d do anything for it.”

you stop breathing- “you- you don’t mean that kiri it’s fine you don’t have to try and make me feel better-” you rush it out, your whole body feels hot. he’d do anything for it? you want to believe him- you really do. but you can’t, no one’s ever thought about you like that- your sure he’s just trying to cheer you up.

“don’t do that” his tone is harsh now, eyes still unwavering from yours as he stares you down, you see the look now, before unreadable now you can tell- it’s lust. he’s not in his right mind you think- he’s drunk- even if only having a singular drink so far, not even nearly enough to cloud his judgement to this extent but it’s the easiest excuse you can find right now for his behaviour.

“i’m not saying this to make you feel better- i mean it. every word.” he moves his hand to touch the soft skin of your exposed thigh and you feel your body betray you as your thighs immediately squeeze together in an attempt to feel something- anything.

his words are too much you decide- too overwhelming- rushing a feeling through you that you’ve never quite felt before- you want it. you really want it.

your both broken out of your trance when the bartender hand him over your drinks- ones you weren’t even aware that kiri had ordered as he takes them both in his hands-

“cmon, im sure our friends are waiting on us” he stands up with a smile- urging you to follow him as he turns around and leads you back to the table your long forgetten friends sit.

you don’t follow him- you can’t- your overcome by an emotion you can’t quite recognise as you stand up from your seat at the bar and make a direct run for the exit- putting on your jacket with a hurry as you push open the door with a force that could’ve taken it off the wall. you don’t look back- not for a second.

maybe part 2 incoming idk i’m trying to decide which root to take this :3 lmk!

♰ part 2

[sadesluvr]

Doctor's Orders - S. Raglan x Reader x M. Schmidt

You and Mike are having intimacy issues, and Dr Raglan is the best couples therapist in town.

A/N: Pure filth and nothing more. This might be the dirtiest fic I've ever made...Minors DNI

Word count: 2.4K

Tags: Threesomes / Cuckolding / Dom + Sub dynamics / Age gaps – Steve is in his 50’s, Reader and Mike are in their mid 20s / Hints of manipulation / Abuse of power / Oral sex, fem and male receiving / Breeding / Humiliation / Overstimulation / Sex rivalry / Unprotected sex  / Dirty talk

Dr Raglan was a renowned couples therapist in your town, which was why you were so eager to see him with your boyfriend Mike. Even though you’d been together for a while, when it came to sex you’d found that he had trouble staying ‘up’, and even reaching orgasm. He insisted it wasn’t you, but the egotistical part of you worried that you weren’t enough.

Still, you would’ve never guessed that, upon hearing your issues, the doctor would’ve been gracious to extend the session by another hour, free of charge. It slightly worried you that your issues were apparently that bad, but you took it anyway.

“I like you two,” Steve said. “A lot, actually. I’m very happy to help you out,”

He wasn’t lying. He’d been lusting over you for the whole session, his cock growing hard at how desperate you were to get through to Mike, even willing to do the work on your part. You were such a sweet, attentive little girlfriend, and yet Mike seemed like a total loser. Utterly powerless.

The pair of you were still sitting down as he got up, walking around to stand behind you and place his large hands on your shoulders. He smirked as Mike looked at him, ready to argue, whilst you seemed uncomfortable.

“I’m going to use Y/N here as an example,” he said, instructing you to stand up. He didn’t even bother to ask for your permission - you were nothing but a toy. A toy and a tool to be fucked. It was going to help your issues, after all. 

You stood up, and he cupped a finger under your chin so that you looked into his eyes, his gaze intense and unwavering.

“Strip,” he said, and your eyes grew wide.

“Y/N, don’t  —�� Mike interjected, sticking out a hand defensively, but Steve stopped him.

“That’s your problem, Mike. Stop trying to be the hero,” he said forcefully. You hesitated before squeezing Michael’s hand and beginning to undress. You loved Mike more than anything, and wanted to move towards the next stage of your relationship. 

Mr Raglan knew best.

As you undressed, you noticed a visible bulge in Steve’s pants, and Mike, though quiet, seemed to be developing one too, but hid it with his hands. Their eyes were filled with lust, and Dr Raglan seemed to hum with approval as he took in your semi-nude body as you assumed your position on top of his desk.

You were undressed all for him; naive and exposed to what was about to come. 

He was ready to fucking consume you.

But he had to be professional.

“You see, your intimacy problem has nothing to do with her, and everything with you,” he said, pointing at Mike. “She’s such a cute little thing with a body just begging bred. Any man would be lucky to have her…And yet you can’t appreciate something good. Why is that?”

Steve smirked as he saw your legs twitch at the mention of breeding, and he looked between the pair of you knowingly. Mike seemed unresponsive, whilst you were like a deer in headlights.

“You’re building it up too much. You keep thinking things are going to be mind-blowing, and that you’re going to be the best she’s ever had, but in actuality it’ll probably be average. You need to learn to live with being disempowered,”

You glanced over worriedly at Mike. Perhaps the loss of his brother was the root of the deeper issue?

“Has he touched you here?” Steve said, his large hands reaching to massage your breasts. His hands were cold whilst your chest was warm, causing your nipples to harden against his touch. The older man chuckled, rolling the bud against his fingers before he tugged them, showing them off to your boyfriend. He’d barely done anything, and you were responding to him so well.

“Y-Yes…” 

“Do you usually get turned on so quickly?”

“I’m not—“ you protested, trying to ignore the growing heat between your thighs. “—It’s just because your hands are cold,”

“Sure. I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he said mockingly. “How about you have your boyfriend come warm you up?”

You looked over pleadingly at Michael and he obliged, getting up to place his hand on your other breast, but not without giving Dr Raglan a side eye, to which the older man brushed off. You stared up at them with glassy eyes as they fondled your breasts, with Mike’s touch more gentle compared to Steve’s pawing. You weren’t oblivious to Raglan’s now hardened bulge either, as he pressed his groin into the bare skin of your knee, teasing you with what was to come.

“Doesn’t look like you’re doing a good job there, Mike,” he said matter of factly. “Unsurprising, considering everything I know about you. Let me show you how to take care of business,” 

His bigger frame pushed Mike to the side, and you could see him clench his fists in frustration. Steve stared down at you hungrily, one of his hands sliding past your breast to grab the base of your neck; squeezing it ever so slightly as his other hand made its way to your panties. He spread your legs so that you were on display, his thick fingers rubbing against your slit through the material. 

“I bet I can make her cum just from my hands…” he said, staring down at Mike who remained in his seat. As much as he hated watching a perverted older man like Raglan touch you, part of him was actually enjoying it. He knew you were hot, and to see someone making you feel as sexy and liberated as you deserved made him feel good in turn. Perhaps the Doctor was right - he needed to be comfortable feeling powerless.

“You said you’ve tried oral sex, correct?” Steve said, clearing his throat. You looked up at him and nodded shyly, and he tutted.

“I want you to say it,” he insisted, briefly removing his hands from your panties. “Tell me what you do to him,”

“Um —“ you said, flustered from the sudden loss of pressure. “I touch him through his pants first. He’s usually hard then, so I take it out — I don’t suck him off immediately, I like to keep it going with my hands…” 

Steve began to unbuckle his belt before pulling down his zipper and taking out his cock through the hole, beginning to stroke it lazily as you droned on about trying to please your boyfriend. He was aching to see you in all the degrading positions you’d put yourself in for Mike’s benefit (to no success), even more so at the prospect of being in front of him. 

“Show me,” Steve groaned, positioning his cock towards your face. “Give me everything you’ve been craving,”

You abided by his words and stroked him, moaning as he resumed his motions on top of your panties. He was bigger than Mike, and you could feel him throb in your hands with every tug, desperate to penetrate your lips. You remained like this for a moment before the older man pushed your panties to the side, the cool hair sending shivers down your hot cunt. Steve greedily pushed two of his lithe fingers inside of you, grunting at the sensation as he felt the insides of your thigh on his arms, grazing his hairs ever so slightly.

“She’s fucking dripping,” he laughed, staring Mike in the eye. “She feels so good down here. I wonder how her mouth feels —“ he stated, and angled your head around his cock. You took it in your mouth instinctively, eyes widening in shock as he hit the back of your throat unexpectedly. Steve was almost completely feral; wasting no time in thrusting deeper into your mouth whilst his fingers explored your fold, making sure to rub your clit.

“—Like heaven,” he purred, and it was as if something deeper had arisen within him. “Don’t be shy Mike. You should get in on this,” he teased, giving the younger man all but two seconds before focusing back onto you. You were mewling and writhing under his power, and if he were a teenager he probably would’ve cum right there and then. Luckily for him, he was a man now.

Mike obeyed, and quietly made his way between your legs, watching in awe at the way your juices coated the man’s fingers. It looked heavenly; and it killed him to think he was missing out. All he ever wanted to do was please you.

He unzipped his trousers, freeing his cock so that he could touch himself. He inched towards your spread pussy, one hand on his cock and the other keeping your panties out of the way and practically dived in, eagerly lapping at your folds, causing Steve to hum in amusement.

The sensation was painfully overwhelming, with Steve’s fingers now rubbing at your hood, and Mike’s lips licking and sucking on your insides. It was beyond pornographic, and you wondered whether this was genuinely helpful or just a self-serving ruse. 

“Ugh,” you moaned, and pushed Mike’s head deeper into you, prompting yet another reaction from Steve.

“Seems like he can do something well, hm? I suppose this is the part where everything goes to shit?”

“For your information, I never said I couldn’t make her cum,” Mike snapped, staring daggers into Steve as he momentarily drew himself away from your cunt. 

“I’ll admit –” he began, stopping to groan as he began thrusting faster into your mouth, your cheeks hollowing around his cock and nose repeatedly making contact with his pants, “--That’s impressive, but it’s child’s play. You’re a child, Mike. She needs a real man…” 

Even though it was wrong, your pussy twitched around Mike as the pair bickered; using your body like a ragdoll. You weren’t a person to them, but a vessel, and it was sparking something within Mike that you hadn’t seen, licking along your folds and up towards your clit, flicking his tongue upon the nub as two fingers pumped into you. All he’d needed was a bit of ‘friendly’ competition.

“Mike —” you whimpered against Steve’s cock. “I’m gonna —”

“Get off her, Mike,” Steve commanded, and the younger man obeyed, his frustration growing deeper. The Dr drew himself from your face, leaving a trail of spit against your swollen lips.

“That’s not how this is going to go –” he stated, guiding your body so that you were spread flat on top of his desk, your legs dangling off of the sides. Steve towered above you, and even though Mike was in the room you felt like a shrew underneath his predatory gaze, waiting to be devoured. You stared up at him with wide eyes, and you almost came as he smiled down at you, a large, calloused hand rubbing along the sides of your body, spreading your cunt effortlessly with two fingers and admiring the mess you’d made.

“--I’m gonna fuck her, and you’re gonna watch. Got it?” he said forcefully, staring Mike down. “Don’t try to save her, Mike. She doesn’t need saving. Let it go,”

Mike nodded, and Steve barely gave you any time to react before he thrust into you, practically gasping at the hot, wet sensation against his aching cock. His grip on your legs were firm, slinging them around his waist so that he had full control over you, relishing in the sight of your breasts moving with every motion, and your mouth agape as he filled you up. Mike was stroking himself, his face flushed as he watched you intently, completely inebriated on oxytocin. There were no sympathetic smiles or gentle hugs when he couldn’t ‘perform’, but a different person entirely - the sex goddess you deserved to be. It was dirty, and so very wrong, but he was enjoying every moment.

Steve’s thrusts were getting faster now, to the point that you could feel his thighs slap against your own, much more his heavy balls against your aching pussy, causing the desk to creak. His eyes darkened as one hand made its way to your throat, squeezing ever so slightly as his cock seemed to hit at you from every angle.

“You like this, hmm?” he cooed, a large smirk wiped across his face. “Getting fucked by an older man whilst your mess of a boyfriend watches? He can’t make you moan like I do, huh?” 

You could barely answer, but managed to shake your head.

“Hm, you’re pretty fucked up, aren’t you? I think you and I should have a little private session n’ work some of those issues through…”

You moaned louder, and Steve let out a gleeful cackle before looking over at Mike, who was in a daze. 

“I consider myself a fair guy. Get over here,” he gestured to him, and once he was there you took Mike’s cock in your mouth, helping him finish what had been started. He threw his head back as you eagerly licked and sucked on his tip, using your hands to stroke his base and steady him in your mouth. 

You’d reached complete overstimulation; and you could feel a familiar heat pooling in your stomach, your body instinctively beginning to grind itself on Steve’s cock. Mike drew himself deeper into your mouth, briefly making you choke at his desperate motions, and Steve placed his hands onto your hips, holding you down and beginning to fuck you mercilessly.

“Touch her,” he ordered, and Mike began rubbing your pussy in circles, adding to the unfathomable feeling. “Feel how much she’s trembling because of me. She’s such a slut, you know that? You might own her heart, but I own her pussy – Fuck – She’s perfect...”

The sound of his throaty voice made you unravel, and you threw your head back as you came, desperately pulling Mike into a kiss as you did. It was euphoric, made all the more otherworldly when Steve said a certain few words:

“I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fill this pretty pussy up real good, like a real man does. Didn’t you see the way she begged and moaned for me? Our pretty little fucktoy —”

He came with a loud groan and his glasses almost slid off of his face as he lurched forward whilst his fingers left marks on your skin as he held you down to pump his hot, heavy seed into your aching hole. You were both sweaty, and you felt your eyes flutter shut from the exhaustion. As Steve rode off his high he drew his hips back, watching his seed slowly drip out of you and onto his desk. 

Smirking, he caught his breath before walking over to assume Mike’s position at your mouth, looking down at him expectedly.

“It’s your turn. I hope you don’t mind the mess I’ve made,”

@dij-ology

[kismetlotts]

Kinktober 🎃 day four: Somnophilia!

cw: somnophilia, mentions of drugs and being drugged, being recorded, noncon, pervert loser boyfriend Simon, mentions of rape, mentions of killing, breast play, 'good girl' use, fingering, oral sex, mentions of male masturbation, mentions of oral sex on male, mentions of creampie

You’d said no, and that was somewhat fair. He understood your reasonings- they made sense to him. What if someone went snooping through his things and found the photos? Watching their Lieutenant fuck his girlfriend stupid and images of her body- her wet mouth slobbering all over his fat cock. And what if some enemy came and tracked you down because of them, finding out about his secret lover and using you as leverage. Hurting you, threatening to kill you- raping you? He understood your worries, he didn’t want that happening either.

But did them reasonings stop him? No- of course it didn’t. You just didn’t understand the rage and desperation he was going through- days, weeks: fucking months, without the security of being deep in your tight little pussy. His rough hands cupping nothing but the air as he imagines you with him on his bunk. Tits dangling like diamantés on a chandelier, mesmerising him and wanting him to dive in. Suck, bite- fuck why weren’t you with him? And why the hell did you say no to him taking photos? He loved you, he really really did but he couldn’t thrive out there without something.

So he’d slip a little something into your tea, placing some biscuits on a plate beside the cup to not make it obvious. Your shifts at work sounded hard from the drama you’d gossiped to him, it drove him mad let alone you so he’d gotten into the habit of making you a cuppa before you got home. Walking in and sitting right down before taking a sip, flavour hitting your mouth and relaxing your body simultaneously- or so you thought it was flavour.

His hands would trace your body from behind, rubbing and massaging you slowly to calm you down; not missing your moan and whine as he continued, pressing your body up and into his palms. His jeans were already growing tighter at your noises, his face leant down to inhale the scent of your hair and perfume with a slight aroma of sweat but it only aroused him more. Such a good girl working hard, you deserved more than your shitty little underpaid job. You deserved the world.

His hands slowed their movements and before you could reach for a biscuit you were out cold. The drug overtaking and controlling your body as Simon carefully scooped you into his arms. Carrying you to the bedroom, placing you down on the bed and undressing you fast and hungry.

He was a perverted fucker, taking out his camera and snapping as many photos as he could- face painted with lust, unloyalty and shame. Squeezing your tits in his hand, videoing how your skin paled as he pulled his hand away, close ups of your pussy, your ass, your knocked out face because for some reason everything about you being unconscious was fucking hot. You couldn’t hold back and shy away, he had the access to every part of you and it was addictive. He felt high.

His finger would dive into the crack of your cunt, careful not to finger you so deep because he couldn’t have you feeling like you’d been tampered with- you’d suspect he’d done something to you for sure. He unbuckled his jeans, not being able to take to resist undressing himself, letting his length spring into the air and tap against your body. Your gorgeous skin glistening with wet drips of his precum.

He’d even video himself talking, all the things he’d do to you now that you were in front of him. How delicious you taste as he spun the camera around, filming himself sucking on the finger he’d been tracing your pussy with. It was loser behaviour- it was pathetic- he was acting like someone he would usually mock in a cringey porn video.

His cheeks were red and he knew he would feel embarrassed watching it back, skipping to your part, your body, and continuing tugging on his dick, but right now he didn’t care: he couldn’t care the pleasure he was gaining from this was sickening.

He kneeled down at the edge of the bed, knees hitting the cold floor as he shakily filmed his face devouring your pussy. The small open crack of his eyes giving away how bad his eyes were rolling back. His muffled moans and groans of satisfaction being captured and echoed around the room, he wanted your passed-out body on his dick, taking all of him as he guides you slowly like a toy. Up down, up down, before he fills your inside.

He’d take photos of your clit, his thumb tracing it in circles, wishing you were awake so he could hear your adorable whimpers and watch your legs twitch as jolt on the bed. You were usually so sensitive to his fingers, his good little girl that wouldn’t be able to contain herself from wriggling away from his touch, begging him to stop teasing you.

However you never won- he’d laugh but never stop, Simon always got his way.

He’d slip the camera back into his pocket after all his fun, bringing the bed covers up and over your shoulders as he flicked through the tv in front of your bed. Skipping past all the halloween horror movies and trying to find a relaxing quiet show to play for when you woke up. To distract you from the dizziness.

When you wake up he’d just tell you that you fell asleep in his arms, so tired and worn out from work you just nodded off, so soft and innocent he couldn't wake and tuck you in bed instead.

You’d never have to know about his secret little stash of photos, and now he finally had something to use and make himself cum to when he misses you. It wasn’t the nicest thing he’d done, he was kind of disturbed with his own actions but desperate times call for desperate measures.

[tra1nchi]

YOUR WORKS ARE SO GOOD YOU ARE FEEDING THE BOTTOM MALE READER ANYWAY I had a thought,, strict professor "disciplining" Class delinquent reader and reader begging and saying he'll behave if teacher lets him cum

Thank uuu:),, MINORS DNI!!,, Bttm male reader,,meanie professor,, spanking,, orgasm denial,,spit as lube,,Degradation,,Handjob,,I'm proud of this one :3

You were not a joy to have in class,,He never liked having a least favourite student but if he had to pick it would definitely be you,,you rarely showed up to his lessons and when you did,,you didn't bother to participate at all!!

You would sit in the furthest place away from him,,throw paper airplanes like a child,,annoy the people sitting around you and even sleep during his lectures! He didn't know why you even stayed in the college at that point,,

You knew you were failing his class,,but you didn't worry at all about it,,Your professor seemed like a big loser,,he didn't even have a ring on his finger!! All you had to do was give him a blow job in exchange for an A right?

When the end of the class year started to come to an end was finally when you confronted your teacher,,asking him with a confident grin about your proposal,,He would only give you a bored glare,,He wasn't giving into your charms,,you are just a brat who needed taming,,

Soon enough he had you bend over his desk,,your ass red with how hard he was spanking you!! Your hands clenching his papers only added to your torture,,you weren't going to be able to sit down comfortably for ages now!!

"What do you have to say for yourself? Showing up every blue moon and expecting me to let you suck my dick?" He spits onto his hand,,using his spit to make it easier to jerk your cock,,even as you pleaded for his forgiveness,,he wouldn't give it to you,,

"Poor thing, you wanna cum.." He coos in your ear,,His cock almost entirely inside of you at this point,, but even then you already seemed to have been fucked dumb just by his handjob!!

He tuts in a disproving manner when your hand tries to jerk yourself off,,smacking it away like it was a fly as he leans down to whisper in your ear,,the action forcing his cock deeper inside of you >~<

"You'll behave? We both now you won't, Which is why I'll be the only one to cum." He presses a surprisingly gentle kiss to your cheek,,only to roughly pound his hips inside of you without any warning!!

No matter how much you wanted to cum,,he'll always stop you,,He controls if you orgasm or not,,which if he's feeling cruel may be never again :(

[konigsblog]

Can you see König lying about his age when he goes on an online dating app and comes across your profile? He did it because he didn’t think you would want to talk to him for being a lot older than you, and also doesn’t want to seem like a creep preying on younger women, although he’s still going to appear that way by doing this. Especially once he’s in too deep now and doesn’t know how to break the ice about his actual age.

tw/cw: könig is in his mid 40s, reader's age is unspecified, but i'd say between (20-30). age gap (20-30s & 40s), lying, perverted behaviour, loser-könig, corruption kink mention.

könig knows it's wrong to lie about his age, telling himself he's 10-15 years younger than what he actually is. it's disgusting, creepy and depraved. he feels like a freak getting off to your chat messages together, fantasising about fucking you in real life.

you were naïve to believe that könig was only a couple years older than you, under the impression that he wasn't an older male - a disgusting and sick bastard! he had you fooled; you didn't expect a thing from the old asshole, and you felt sick to your stomach when you began video calling.

something felt wrong, something was nagging you to stop, and block him, that he didn't seem to be around your age, and was more matured than you. it made you uneasy and tense, but you pushed these anxieties and worries to the side, believing that you're just overreacting. :(

you poor, poor thing... what a silly fool you were.

to believe that a man like him would be honest, meanwhile könig viewed you as a stupid, little thing for the older male to abuse. he had you head over heels for him, showing him every inch of your body, your swollen cunt after masturbating, even your supple breasts.

könig felt disgusting with each stroke, but seeing you like this only fuelled his corruption kink to blossom and grow - the thought of ruining you, showing you how a real man fucks...

you need someone more mature, anyways, little mouse... someone that'll have more experience, who'll know just how to fuck your pretty, little pussy.

[wxshing-aep]

Hiii, I saw ur request post!! could you maybe

write some dating Ethan morales hcs??💖

Dating Ethan Morales Would Include

pairing: ethan morales x reader (all characters are 18+) AN: this will be dating college!ethan cause i thought it'd be more interesting, also didn't proofread this warnings: swearing, gets nsfw in the second half so 18+ (minors dni)

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you met ethan when you were assigned to tutor him cause he was failing calc. you originally found him to be pretty obnoxious and got tired of his overly nonchalant attitude which culminated in you yelling at him about how he needs to start trying or he's gonna get kicked out. he made no move to respond to your angry rant and just stared back at you with wide eyes and blown out pupils. "what?" you question. "sorry, you're kinda really fucking hot when you're mad"

one of your study sessions ended with him pulling you onto his lap while you made out and his hands roamed your body

he got a little nervous asking you out on a real date even though you've already made out multiple times. he was a bit worried that you'd reject him. he wasn't sure if you'd want a serious relationship with him since he's got a bit of a womanizer reputation. (spoiler alert: you said yes)

his grades got a lot better once he actually started trying because he loved seeing how excited you'd get for him when he showed you a good grade that he got on a test

ethan's love language is definitely physical touch. he needs his hands on you at all times, normally around your waist or resting on your thigh. he's constantly drawing little shapes on whatever part of your bare skin he has access to. most of the time he doesn't even realize he's doing it

you go on a lot of late night drives that may or may not end with the two of you in the backseat of ethan's car

he loves when you wear his clothes but still consistently accuses you of robbing him. "wearing my jacket again, you little thief" "oh, did you want it ba-" "no"

he is your own personal hype-man, there is no shortage of compliments coming from him

"see you later, gorgeous", "damn, my girl looks sexy", "my girlfriend is the most beautiful person on the planet"

he lets you braid his hair when you're bored

he'll match his nail color to yours but will never admit that he did it on purpose and always insist that it was a coincidence

he gets very jealous, but will deny it if you call him out. you were once at a party very innocently talking to a male friend from your psych seminar about how hard your recent test was before ethan walked over to your conversation.

"oh hey, jack, this is my boyfriend ethan" you introduce him, "ethan, this is-" "yea, don't care" ethan interrupts before pulling you by the waist into a searing kiss until jack had left. "there's no reason to be jealous you know? he's just a friend" "i'm not jealous, but that loser was definitely eye-fucking you" "he was not eye-" "let's go make out"

ethan is very distracting when you're trying to study or do any homework

"baaaaaabe, i'm bored", he whines. "m'sorry but I really have to do this research paper" you respond. "or", he starts, closing the book in your hands and tossing it to the side of your bed, "you can take a much needed break and do me instead"

his friends call him whipped bc of how obsessed with you he is and he doesn't give a fuck cause he is in fact obsessed with you

he lets you color in his tattoos

he definitely tries to teach you how to skateboard and holds both your hands if you're too scared to let go of him

he got you a necklace with his initial on it and has a ring with your initial on it

nsfw 18+

that man definitely knows what he's doing in the bedroom cause, let's face it, he was a bit of a whore in the past

you guys have a lot of sex, like a lot of sex to the point where you might have gotten a few noise complaint's from the people that live next to your dorm room

he's a capital M Munch. ethan loves eating pussy, like he definitely does it for his own enjoyment. he could spend hours in between your thighs and any moans or whimpers coming from you just egg him on even more

ethan was so turned on when you agreed to sit on his face

"your face is pretty", you complimented him. "yea? you should sit on it" oh. "like sit on it sit on it?" "sit. on. it." "but what if I like suffocate you or something" "you won't, and if you did i'd die happy" so you did and holy shit does that boy know how to use his mouth. he wouldn't stop till you came on his face multiple times and your legs are shaking around his head

he keeps his hair long cause he likes when you tug on it while he's eating you out. it turns him on so much that he has to actively try not to cum in his pants while he's going down on you

ethan is very vocal, he's not afraid to let you know that he's enjoying it. he whimpers for sure. while he's definitely a giver he loves when you have your mouth on him. his mind goes fuzzy when you're blowing him, moaning your name, shaking under you

he's a bit of a sub and loves when you boss him around. ethan absolutely loses his mind when you choke him while you're riding him. he just loves seeing you on top of him, telling him what to do, using him for your own pleasure. he'll beg, especially if you're edging him

"baby fuck please i need it, i'll be your good boy i promise"

jealous!ethan is definitely more dominant though. "right there baby? look how wet you are for me. he can't fuck you like i can hmm? want you to cum on my dick like a good girl"

this man cannot hide when he's horny. he immediately gets super handsy and will be whisking you off to the nearest bathroom

he loves your boobs. holding them, sucking on your nipples, cumming on them if you're cool with that. your chest is rarely not covered in hickies.

you're obsessed with ethan's hands and he knows it. he knows how to use them and has no problem sneaking them into you under the table on a date night, only to remove his hands from you right before you finish and make a point of sucking the fingers that had just been inside you clean while holding eye contact with you and letting a smug look take over his face

he has a praise kink and definitely responds with "yes ma'am" when you boss him around. he's gotten turned on when you guys are arguing before, there's just something about you yelling at him that goes straight to his dick

if you wear a sundress, oh it's over for him. he'll have you bent over the nearest surface in seconds and the dress stays on.

[torasplanet]

❝𝙈𝘼𝙆𝙀𝙎 𝙈𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙉𝘼 𝘿𝙊 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙄 𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙇𝘿𝙉'𝙏.ᐟ❞

S. SANO + RYUGUJI!F. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; fucking your little brother's role model while they're just outside is probably something you shouldn't do but shinichiro was just so cute that you couldn't help it!

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ; smut, public sex?, oral (m receiving), backshots, p in v, slutty!reader kinda, reader is draken's sister, shin being pussy drunk, loser!shin, kinda short, smoking, unprotected sex, shin's weak ass pull out game, reader skin color not mentioned

marls notes 2 u(*´▽｀*) ; one of my all time fav tr writers liked my rinnie post AND reposted it(≧∇≦) !! literally had me giggling and kicking my feet yall :3

The sound of the bell ringing as the door opened gained Shinichio’s attention as he worked on a bike in the front of the shop, he looked up to see who walked in and the cigarette nearly fell out of his mouth with how his lips parted. There stood probably the most beautiful woman Shinichiro had ever seen, you. You stood there with the sunlight shining behind you like you were an angel staring at him with a delightful look on your face, his eyes trailed to your side seeing your little brother, draken standing right next to you with your hand on the side of his head pressing his face into your lower torso as an act of affection but he had an annoyed look on his face obviously not enjoying it.

You must’ve been his sister, draken did say you might come around one day because of how worried you were about where he was going all day after school “You’re Shinichiro right?” You asked tilting your head slightly while you both continued to stare at each other, shinichiro’s cheeks turned a bit red as he continued to gaze at you and your body “Uh yeah.” The smile on your face grew at his response, his voice was hot. He was hot and his voice matched it, you decide then that you need him.

“Cool, I told Kenny I had to meet you or he wouldn’t be able to play.” You said nodding slightly, draken frowned at your comment and began to grumble something about how they weren’t ‘playing’ and how he told you not to call him that in front of people but you didn’t care. You were too busy staring at the Sano man who still hadn’t broken eye contact with you, the only time he did was when his eyes trailed down to your chest. Shinichiro put down the wrench in his hand and looked at draken “They’re out back.” He told the small blonde boy who almost ran out the door before he remembered to look at you asking for permission silently, he knew how strict you were about asking for permission “You heard him, go.” You didn’t have to tell him twice, draken quickly ran out the front door circling the building shouting for Mikey and announcing that he was here which made a giggle escape you as you broke eye contact with the black-haired male to watch your brother.

Shinichiro reached for the rag that was draped on the handle of the bike as he used the opportunity of you not looking at him to observe your body and drool at how your clothes hugged your shape so perfectly “So uh, what’s your name?” He already knew your name, Draken told him but he wanted you to tell him.

To start a conversation y’know?

“[Y/n].” You said watching as the scrawny man wiped his hands free of any grime or oil that had come from the bike, you slightly bit your lip at the sight of his veiny pale hands as you walked closer to him very slowly “That’s a pretty name.” Shinichiro said taking the cigarette out of his mouth before putting it out on the floor he was kneeling on and tossing it behind him, he’d remind himself to clean that up later but right now, he wasn’t moving an inch away especially with you getting closer to him.

“Thank you, y’know shinichiro’s a pretty name too.” You said smiling widely at the compliment and how Shinichiro chuckled lowly at your reply, he was so cute! Him calling your name pretty shouldn’t have meant that much to you because it was just a simple compliment but for you...it was enough to let him fuck you in the back room of the shop after only a few minutes of small talk.

Your hands planted on the flat table black oil getting all over them as you rocked back and forth making the table shake and your breasts that were held by your lacy bra bounce, Shinichiro’s hands held a firm grip on your hips as he relentlessly pounded into you moaning and groaning about how good you felt while he eyed your smooth back as it arched with every harsh hit to your cervix “F-fuck! Shin…!” You moaned out throwing your head back while trying to keep yourself steady while you stared up at the tools propped up on the wall above your head with your lidded eyes full of lust and small tears, it was just so good.

Your shorts were discarded somewhere on the floor along with your panties and shirt leaving you only in your lacey black bra which Shinichiro was dying to rip off, your legs were shaking as you tried to keep standing and not fall to the ground and Shinichiro’s were too, fuck he hadn’t had sex in a while and his legs were cramping but he was not stopping at all. You felt too good for him to stop now “S-so good…! Mhm, f-fuckkkk, baby.” He moaned out running a hand up your smooth back making shivers run down your spine, your face nearly hit the tools on the wall from how violent his thrusts were but you continued moaning like a porn star like your brother, his brother, and their other little friends weren’t outside of this shop right now hanging out. You almost felt guilty for doing this whenever you occasionally heard the fits of giggles and yelling that came from them, key word, almost.

You heard a lot about Shinichiro Sano, the former leader and creator of The Black Dragons. Mainly from your brother who clearly looked up to Shinichiro a lot and he didn't deny it, he told you how he thought Shinichiro was cool for his motor skills but everything else you heard was how he was a loser who got no girls, how he spends most of his time in his shop working on bikes and you were expecting an actual loser, an ugly guy, and thought that this meeting would be short and you’d be quickly to leave but when you caught a glimpse of what he looked like the moment you stepped through the door. You knew you weren’t leaving, not without something from him like his number anyway. You were getting much more than his number.

It didn’t make sense to you how this hot man didn’t get any girls. No one wanted this man? He was hot, and cute, and god did he know how to fuck but their loss, more shin for you;)

“Ow! B-Be...ngh...careful!” You whined through your pitiful moans as Shinichiro delivered a harsh slap to the fat of your ass, he opened his eyes and looked down at you with sweat bullets running down his forehead and nearly closed eyes “Sorry...fuck, beautiful, just–ugh–can’t get enough of ya’.” He responded retreating his hand back to your hip, your hands flew up from the table and onto the wall and the tools covering them in the thick black oil that your palms were coated in. Your cunt tightened around him as you let out a large high-pitched yelp, god you haven’t even known him for twenty minutes and you were already nearing your edge.

But what you didn’t know is that Shinichiro had been holding back for a while so you didn’t think he was a loser for cumming so fast, he was going to wait until you came but this wasn’t really that effective on his part because it’s like holding back and the warmth of your throbbing cunt killed most of the brain cells he had, he wasn’t thinking, there was nothing to think about other than this magnificent pussy of yours. Shinichiro didn’t care about his brother and his stupid friends, he couldn’t give a single shit if they walked in here right now, he’d probably keep going.

Your lips parted forming a small ‘O’ as you breathed heavily “Shit, shit, shit! M’...cumming!” You shouted with your nails digging into the tools on the wall causing you pain but the pleasure overrode it. These words were like the lottery to him as he looked up at the ceiling seeing stars as he felt you cum all over him, he wanted to pull out and spray thick ropes onto your back and that stupid fucking bra he couldn’t take off but he couldn’t and ended up cumming inside, it’s not like he was incompetent, it was just too hard to see anything with the white spots he was seeing.

“Oh my fucking god.” The sano male muttered as he looked at your cunt leaking a mixture of your cum and his own, you were so damn beautiful and his cock sprung up once again when you turned your head to look back at him with a tired face, you glanced down at your back which you expected to be covered in cum before looking at him once again with a tired and evil smile growing on your face and it made him wonder what you were planning to do or say. What he was about to hear would probably put his loser ass in a fucking coma. “Want more.” His eyes widened at your statement and he looked at you like you were crazy. 

You needed more of him, you couldn’t just settle for some sloppy backshots! You didn’t expect him to cum inside of you but now that he had, you craved more. More of his dick, you felt like you would die right here if you didn’t “Huh? More?” Shinichiro questioned as he watched you turn your body around before you lowered yourself to your knees in front of him with your legs spread slightly, his dark eyes lowered down once again gazing at how his cum continued to seep out of you and onto the ground with some smeared on the inside of your thighs. He made eye contact with you and you were looking up at him through your lashes with a sweet look “If that’s…okay with you?” You said continuing to look up at him from your spot on the floor completely ignoring his cock that was in front of your face.

Shinchiro wasn’t that lengthy but what he didn’t have in the length department, he made up with his girth, and boy did you feel all of that thickness when he plunged himself into you. It was like he was re-shaping your walls “Y-Yeah, of course!” Shinichiro said more cheerfully than he wanted to as you put your hands on his clothes thighs as his pants were only lowered a bit, he loved the idea of going at it again but that bra…he wanted–no, he needed it off.

“But, can…can you take off your bra?” He requested nervously making you smile and giggle a bit, he was acting like a virgin! Maybe he was but there was no way a virgin could fuck that good. You hummed in response before reaching your arms back and undoing your bra strap before letting it fall to the ground in front of you and Shinichiro’s mouth was agape at the sight, he was definitely rock hard by now “Glad to see you think m’ pretty.” You said looking at his dick that was standing up straight practically sitting against his lower abdomen, you reached to grab it but remembered the oil all over your hands, Shinchiro didn’t. He didn’t care if you covered his cock with that oil, he just needed you to touch him “Forgot about the oil, sorry.” You said quietly wiping your hands on his jeans before lowering your mouth onto him taking him in with no problem whatsoever.

His head flew back with his black hair springing everywhere “Fuck, m....my god.” He moaned as his hand flew to your head as you bobbed your head up and down, your nose pressing into the messy nest that was his black pubes with your hands remaining on his clothed thighs “God, are you always this straight-forward?” Shinichiro asked looking back down at you trying his hardest not to moan as he got that sentence out, you giggled on his dick sending vibrations to it before you pulled off momentarily to reply.

“No, just f'you. You were too cute, couldn’t resist.” You didn’t even give him a chance to respond before you were back sucking on his cock like it was oxygen, you weren’t…really a whore but you weren’t exactly a virgin mary either. But you never let a guy do this much on the first time you met, hell not even the first week but Shinichiro was special, he was really cute and his dick was too! You had no issue being his little cock whore.

Shameless moans and sucking noises echoed into the atmosphere and Shinichiro began to get dizzy and he was seeing stars once again, Jesus, you were really trying to suck his soul out of him weren’t you? Though he wasn’t complaining, not at all and his pathetic whines and groans were evidence of that. “Fuck! Wanna cum on...y-ou. All on you, will you let me baby?” He wailed with a tight grip on your head as he felt your tongue swirl around his cock and his bright pink tip, you nodded and hummed not removing your lips from around his cock enjoying the taste of yourself and his cum that was left on him. He felt a smile growing on your lips as his back arched slightly at the vibrations you were sending to his dick.

God, he was cumming already and you knew it. You wiped your right hand all over his pants to get rid of any oil that was left on there before removing your lips from him with a thin string of saliva connecting you to his tip. Your hand replaced the warmth and moist place that was in your mouth as you began to jerk him off while looking up at him smiling at his moans and his red face. 

The sano adult eventually came and came all over your face and tits, he tried to regain a steady breathing pace as he looked down at the beautiful sight that was you as you scooped some of the cum that was on your chest before popping your finger in your mouth humming at the taste. He continued to gaze at you even when you looked at him.

“So, wanna go on a date?”

©torasplanet .ᐟ reblogs and likes are very appreciated! pls do not repost!!

[sexydoffyman]

HIDING

genre: fluffish (suggestive)

characters: König

A/N: Reader here is female mby next one male?

König was tired, irritated. He had been stuck on deployment, which normally wouldn't be a problem since he was alone with no one to go home to, but the group he had been stuck with for the past two weeks was full of morrons. A dude who thinks he is the best in everything, an idiot who barely knows how to hold a gun and a bunch of other people who he has never seen before.

You were one of them. He didn’t really notice you since you were a mere girl who served only one purpose and that was to be bait. A damn bait. Yes, you did stand out being the only lady, but the only ones who noticed you only put you down. It was never like in the movies you watched. Only one girl in a situation with many men and they all fight for her. No, it was just dull.

Your mission was long finished but you got stuck trying to get to a safe base. Days were filled with a few guys going into some hidden markets to get supplies and the rest waiting for radio signals. You went out a couple of times yourself. Being a professional bait helped a lot in getting unreasonable discounts. That was the only thing you were good for. Or at least you were told.

By the fifth day of being stuck, you could feel their sexual frustration grow. You hid constantly. You knew you shouldn’t get close to them. If you did you could get seriously hurt or worse. You stayed in the corners of the building that you were staying at in order to not get caught. You felt disgusted, but it was what it was.

One day you were getting ready to set to sleep after a long day of listening to your teammates argue over the stupidest shit you ever heard. You got fed up with having to listen to them through the night and so you searched the building for a better spot to rest. You remembered a small attic that the team discovered when searching for food. It was empty but far away. You could finally calm down. And apparently, you weren’t the only one with that idea.

After a few minutes of trying to fall asleep, you heard footsteps going up the attic. You got up swiftly and pretended you were searching for something. Up the attic crawled none other than König. He was one of the quiet guys there. You had a pretty neutral relationship with him. He sat down “Stop trying to fake you’re looking for something, I can see your blanket on the floor.” “Oh yeah,” You clearly forgot about that. You awkwardly looked at him waiting for him to get to his point “Don’t worry I’m here for the same reason you are. They’re one of the loudest creatures I have ever laid my eyes uppon.”

You laid back on your blanket. The only thing you could do now was try to fall asleep again. You both tried and failed miserably. You felt like hours passed as you stared at the old ceiling. “You sleeping?” You waited before replying. “No” You turned to face him. To your surprise, he was still looking up. You would’ve thought that he was looking at your body the whole time, but no. When he heard you turn over he did so himself, looking at you. When you saw each other's faces you understood. You were both bored out of your minds. Then he hit you with a simple question. “Wanna fuck?”

Normally you’d say no and walk away from the situation as soon as you could. But the look on him. He looked like the biggest loser ever. You didn’t know what to respond, but thinking a little you thought of a question. “Why? Are you a virgin or something?” You felt proud of yourself, not just anyone could think of that question if a little panic took over them. You expected him to be defensive, but it took you a surprise when he simply said. “Yeah” At least he was confident when he said that.

You looked at the ceiling once again, thinking. You turned your whole body towards him. “Eh, why not? Can’t be that bad.” He slowly shuffeled himself towards you. You thought he was going to be a big morron who got desensitised to any sexual activity thanks to porn. You were only waiting for him to tell you he has a feet kink or something like that. It felt a little weird but still comforting when he didn’t say anything. He just. Embraced you. He caressed your back as he slowly slid your pants down. You could tell he was waiting for something like this to happen when he pulled a condom out of his pocket.

You were signed up for a fun ride. Maybe not a quality one, but definitely a fun one.

[essentiallyleaf]

day 19. rimming. with. haewon.

723 words.

tags.

kinktober ‘23, idol x male reader, haewon is haewon, what else is there to say, rimming, handjob, writer is the moon knight meme in this one.

notes.

im out of (barely) good ideas and im panicking. fizzlingoutly, leaf.

You didn’t think it’d be so easy getting from Haewon’s overlip leaving pink-leaning-orange (she keeps insisting she’s a cool tone, but hm, is she really?) marks on her coke glass to the same lip imprints circling your butthole as she leaves wet kisses all around it. No, it was just a quick exchange, like she was choosing what to have for lunch at Subway.

“Wait, you’ve done this already, right?” You ask her, not without a little worry.

“Nah, have you?” She spits back casually.

“I thought you were the one who ate ass and wanted me to be your mate?! You know, mate in the, Brit sense, not in the… scientific sense.” That was more complicated than it needed to be.

“I dunno, I’m just tryna have fun.” She shrugs.

The correct answer, like in the Subway situation, is to not find yourself there, but if for some reason you do, might as well try to make the best of it. And the best of it, in this case, supposedly consists in Haewon’s hands keeping your thighs wide open as you lay on your back while her tongue takes a few short, explorative trips from your testicles, down to your perineum, applying a little pressure on it, and to the edge of your puckered hole. She brings her fingers up to your previously lubricated shaft to stroke it from time to time, but your groans when she does make them retreat immediately, reminding her that no, that’s not the main dish tonight.

It feels a little weird, having something touch you down there, but when that something has the soft, smooth texture, the expert dexterity and the cunning wit of Haewon’s tongue, well, then it’s probably Haewon’s tongue that’s when weird falls into the background to make space for pleasing, as testified by your whimpers, starting sparse and now becoming more and more frequent. That’s enough evidence for the girl to deduce that it’s time to go in, and when she does without any sign of warning, the only thing that can reasonably come out of your mouth, after a loud moan, that is, is a “Fuck you!”. That’s fair, she thinks, as she keeps attacking the inside of your cavern, and fair is the answer that you receive.

“That’s only gonna happen later, be patient”

Haewon starts circling all around the inner edge of your hole, making you bring a hand to your mouth to try to contain your own groans, or worse, screams. How does the joke bear get to this? How does she go from acting as the loser girl transferring schools in 7th grade for shits and giggles, to having you struggle to keep your shit together in your own bed because she wanted to, and this should be more or less the exact quote, “tongue-punch your bussy, you little boy bitch!”? Maybe sometimes it’s better not to ask. Other times, you don’t really have the physical capability to ask because your ‘friend’ (an umbrella term, but the most appropriate one to describe the two of you, you think; again, sometimes it’s better not to ask) is alternating between pumping her tongue deep in your asshole and wrapping her lips around its entrance to suck all the air out of it. Those times, the hand that was keeping your mouth closed becomes an object just like any other to bite onto, because now it would be screams. Those times, making the best of it is letting Haewon play with her toy and focusing on not letting the whole neighborhood know about it. Not supposedly anymore.

So when the final thrusts of her tongue hit you where it pleases the most, both of her hands back on your length and stroking, the only thing you can do is wail onto your own hand while you watch spurts upon spurts of white fly up in the air and back down on your abs, the muscles of your ass flexing repeatedly around her tongue. Lay your head back down onto the pillow and let yourself catch your breath again as you spread your arms open on the bed. Not even a minute, and she’s already taking her zip-up sweater and ripped blue jeans off and throwing them on the ground.

“Come on, fucker, what did you think the main dish was?”

-

footnotes.

maybe the formula is just sleep schedule plus work ethic, times effort. mathematically, leaf.

[prettynice8]

Kinkmas Day 11: Body marking

Pairing: Yuta Okkotsu x male reader

This guy

Warnings: Kissing, no actual sexy times, in public kind of, very queer reader if yk yk I can say that, you can't but I can, body marking DUH

Word count: 1447

It was a normal day at school, teachers talked about random shit, well teacher, napping in class, training, that one weird emo guy with the chef ass looking outfit staring at you, just girly things.

Yeah, that's weird, you always see that kid staring at you, and it's not like some loser staring at you, it's Yuta Okkotsu, the it girl of this school. Some say he'll surpass Gojo, a special grade in only second year, and you two have only talked a handful of times. So why the fuck would he care about you.

Now some may say that he's looking at something else, but this happens too often to be just that. To be fair, he isn't staring at you with mal intent, or like he's staring into your very soul, just quick little glances, but like a lot.

You think it's a little weird but never give it more thought than that, well that's actually not true at all. You wonder about it quite often actually. Like why is this hot, emo, country crippling guy staring at you so much.

He's also always around when you're training with students, which is rare because you're too delicate to get your hands dirty, but like he's rarely if ever around when other kids are practicing.

Speaking of which, you are sitting down in the grass, watching the first years battle it out with Maki and Panda when, speaking of the devil, Yuta finally makes his move and sits by you.

"Hi," he greeted, a light smile on his lips.

"Hello," You greeted him, smiling back at him as well. It's silent for a while after that, you not really knowing how to talk to someone on such a high pedestal such as him, and he's socially awkward. The silence is finally broken when he gains the courage to speak.

"So, what do you think of the fight?" He asked, clearly uncomfortable.

"I don't really care, I'm only here because Nobara and I were supposed to get coffee after her training." You replied.

"Why aren't you out there?" He asked yet another question, wanting the conversation to keep on going.

"And ruin my hair. I would also have to change my clothes, then change them back, and fight," You droned on, "I mean sure Megumi and Yuji are kinda hot, that might be a good enough reason but not today." You finished flatly.

Yuta was shocked when you said those two were hot, well not that much. He kind of expected you were gay by the way you walked, talked, did everything. Good for him, now he knows for sure.

"And then I could chip a nail which is just super incon-"

"Wait, you're gay?" He cut you off, you look at him like he's the dumbest person on earth, which he kind of is right now.

"DUH!" You shout, all the people training stop, Megumi mid punch from Panda's stomach, at your sudden outburst.

"What was that for?!" Nobara shouted back,

"Well, you see-" you cut him off now, "He asked if I was gay." You said nonchalantly.

Yuji, Megumi, Nobara, Panda, and Maki all give Yuta the same look you did, then they erupt into laughter.

"He might as well have a light up rainbow sign." Yuji said in between bursts of laughter.

"Did you really not know?" Megumi asked, even sneaking in a chuckle or two.

"I-I-I don't know." He stuttered, a little embarrassed having everyone laugh at him. You put your hand on his shoulder, so you don't talk over onto the ground, instantly causing blush to form on his cheeks.

"It's ok Yuta, not all of us can pick up on such clues, unless those clues are ramming into you like a fire truck." Nobara said, causing everyone to laugh more. Yuta starts to get very nervous and almost gets up and walks away, until he sees you genuinely smiling at him.

"Don't worry about it, the important thing is that I'm open for business for you." You stated, the laughter carrying on into your comment, Yuji and Nobara are actually lying on the ground from hilarity. "But be quick, who knows how long it is before I settle with those two." gesturing over to Yuji and Megumi.

Yuji blows a kiss at you, while Megumi looks away, blush creeping onto his face. It's at this point when Yuta starts to laugh too, shocking everyone, but the infectiousness of his laughter bleeds onto everyone else, causing another outburst.

After a while of pointless conversation that doesn't progress the plot, you and Nobara finally go to get coffee. After you two get your drinks and try each other out, you both find a seat and begin to talk.

"That Yuta guy definitely likes you." She stated, like it's some casual thing that everyone knows.

"No, he doesn't, today was like the first day he's actually come to me." You spoke. "Though he does look at me an awful lot."

"You think." She stated bluntly. "Do you like him?"

"I mean I don't know about dating him, but I would totally suck his dick." You answered, you both shared a good laugh from your reply too.

You both make your way to the dorms, saying your goodbyes and exiting into your own respective rooms. It was on your way when you saw Yuta.

"Hiiii!" You hollered, waving your hand at him, much more comfortable now with him. He waves back,

"Hi," he said, walking up to you. You two stop in the middle of the hallway.

"Where have you been?" You asked.

"In my dorm, I came out to see if I could get in a good training session." He answered, "Wanna join?"

"Absolutely not." You stated bluntly.

"Well, it was worth a try." He said, looking a little dejected that you turned him down so quickly, but it wasn't like a date or anything and he half expected you to say no, and then an idea pops into his head.

"Would you like to do something else?" He asked, smiling that sweet innocent smile.

"What were you thinking?" You asked back. He answers by pulling you into a tight broom closet, locking the door behind him, and then pushing you into the wall and kissing you. This isn't exactly what masterminds are made of but not a terrible idea.

You were more surprised about the insane speed in which he did this and not about the kiss itself, which you kindly return when he backs away.

His hands go for your ass, squeezing and groping it. Your hands go to his hair, it feels soft yet also oily.

"Are you sure this is ok?" he asked, not wanting to do something you're not comfortable with, such a bare minimum gentleman. You answer by pulling him back into the kiss, opening your mouth to grant his tongue access, which he gladly accepts.

Your tongues dance together in a sweet embrace, his then seemingly exploring your entire mouth. Your body gets goosebumps from the exchange, your pants also becoming tighter.

He takes parts off from yours, only to place it on your neck. He kisses it, finding your sensitive parts and then gently biting into them, causing you to shriek.

"Are you ok?" He asked.

"Well, please continue." You replied.

Continue he does, fully biting into your neck and then licking the parts he bit. His teeth attacked every square inch of it, biting, kissing, and licking the whole thing.

Your neck becomes littered with hickeys, almost the entire thing red and indented with bite marks, not that you're complaining. You're surprised with how well he's doing, no way he's had experience with his socially awkward ass, he truly is a prodigy.

He shows his genius more when he lifts up your shirt to suck on your nipples, licking over the right one and biting it, while fondling the left one with his hand. The sensations make you even harder, apparently having the same effect on him, as you can feel his hard on through his pants. Your hands tighten in his hair as he starts to bite more aggressively on your left nipple, pulling at the other one.

He goes from your nipples to the rest of your chest. biting and licking at it, blush covering your face from the act. You're so hard that you feel like you could cum right then and there... until this mother fucker stops.

He whispers in your ear, 'If you want more, follow me into my dorm." He then leaves the closet in all of your disheveled glory.

Now you know why he's been staring at you.

THE END

[moosesarecute]

Part 10: The Shadows Sing

Part 9 Part 11

To say you were doing bad was an understatement. The fact that you still were able to walk was surprising you.

Sherry had lived in your cabin for over two weeks. Two weeks where you have been on alert 24/7.

Not only didn’t you have your shadows to protect you (except Elizabeth of course), you had to live with your biggest frenemy.

Meaning you hadn’t gotten more than an average of two hours sleep per night, except for last Friday where you accidentally slept for three hours.

Sherry acted surprisingly nice towards you. She shared her food and tried to have small talk with you.

Normally, that is something you would have enjoyed, but you were too paranoid. You felt that every word you said would let her know that you were a shadowsinger hiding your relationship with an other shadowsinger.

You’re not sure Sherry would have told anyone about it, but you knew that if Sole found out, you would be dead. You took no chances.

“Are you going to try to get the chicken today too?” Sherry asked you.

It was fight day. You were determined to win.

You gave Sherry a sharp nod.

“I’m rooting for you.”

You looked towards the female with a confused gaze.

“Sole always gets so selfish when he wins,” she explained. “I have never really gotten a piece of the chicken.”

You felt your hatred again Sole grow even bigger. You didn’t know that was possible.

Sherry had moved back home the night before. You had learned very much about both her and her twin through the weeks.

“Y/N against Sole for the chicken,” Master Raven called out. He almost sounded bored. “The loser gets the faebane anecdote.”

Not today, you told yourself. Today would be far from boring.

You used all the tricks Azriel had learned you together with all you already knew. With your body weight evenly distributed and your focus on only the battle.

Sole started and punched you directly into your nose.

Fuck.

Not today.

You punched back and landed a decent hit. However he hit back just as well.

Fucking Sole. You made your move.

Sole that always made your life miserable.

You managed to dodge twice where he didn’t. He was doing worse.

Sole that always thought himself as better than you.

You started to grow tired.

Sole that took your prosthetic.

He fell to the ground with your next hit, but he got up again quickly.

You had the upper hand. You needed the energy. You looked over at Sherry.

Sole that didn’t even care for his twin sister.

You landed a last hit directly into Sole’s nose.

“I yield,” you heard him whisper.

You almost didn’t believe what was going on as Master Raven handed you the chicken.

“Good job,” he said. But what he continued with worried you. “I’m grateful. I needed you in a good mood.”

You were about to ask him what he was talking about when you saw them. Appearing from behind bushes and trees.

Large leathery wings. Wings you had spent the first 15 years of your life fighting for. Wings you had spent the next 55 years hating and fearing. Wings you had started to look at like safety and comfort. Wings that suddenly turned back into a sign of fear.

Five illyrans moved towards you. A total of 10 siphons lighting from their leathers.

You were going to throw up.

At the front, leading the others, where the male that had hunted your nightmares your entire life. Adrian looked directly at you with a smug smile.

Your chest tightened.

“We have new business partners,” Master Raven said and you felt your world crumble.

“No.”

You felt like you hadn’t said anything else the last couple of minutes.

“They will give us safety,” Master Raven tried to reassure you.

You just shook your head and repeated your word.

“They made a promise. We help them take down the High Lord, they give us money and safety.”

You let out a hysterical, but short laugh.

“These are the same people, literally the same individuals that ripped my wings of my body and left me to die at the age of 15. You actually trust them to be honest and protect us?” You were screaming at him.

“The cause is worth it,” Master Raven stated with his calm voice.

You felt yourself grow furious.

“The High Lord of the Night Court is the reason we are alive today. He saved our lives at least once a week during Amarantha and your thank you is to help the people that’s trying to kill him? You’re worse than I thought!”

“We helped him during the war with Hybern.” His voice was now more aggressive. “I’d say our debt is payed.”

You were shaking with anger.

“Helped? You think that was help? You let out a wild naga on the battlefield and then left. After I had begged you for days to do something. If I hadn’t…If the spirits above hadn’t been on our side, so many innocent people would have died!”

“We are helping them whether you like it or not. Stop your tantrum right now.”

You tried to take a few deep breaths. You failed miserably.

“I’m not taking a part in anything that would help them.”

He let out a sigh.

“Y/N-“

“No, you can’t change my mind.”

“It’ll be 95/5 then.”

You picked up your chicken and walked away.

You walked out Master Raven’s door and into the forest.

Without your shadows you had to walk everywhere. Poor Elizabeth was working her best, but not even she could shadow walk you on her own.

Unluckily for you, the fastest way to your cabin was through the fighting clearing where you knew the illyrans would be.

But you didn’t care. You were too angry to think clearly.

So you walked towards the clearing.

“There she is!” You heard Adrian call out for you.

You ignored him completely.

“Hey! Don’t ignore me!” He yelled.

You heard him move towards you. But you were too furious to realize what was happening.

That was until he grabbed your wrist and you lost it completely.

You turned around and immediately kicked your prosthetic deep in between his legs.

He of course let go of your wrist and then he fell to the forest floor. You walked away from him.

“Fucking bastard,” you heard behind you.

First when you closed the door to your cabin you let yourself feel.

You leaned against your door and slid down to the floor as your tears started to stream. You were shaking.

Your home was not safe anymore. It never had been, not really, but now it was unbearable. You had to find a way out.

Illyrans

Illyrans that you were supposed to help. That you were supposed to trust.

You couldn’t do that.

You needed to get away.

But you knew you had no choice but to stay. You couldn’t leave before you had paid your debt.

You looked down on your prosthetic. The part of your debt that you hadn’t been able to pay.

Maybe you should just give it back? You could convince Azriel to let you live with him until you could make a living for yourself.

You shook away the thought. Then you would be in debt to Azriel. You already owed him for asking him to babysit. Without your prosthetic you wouldn’t survive even a week.

You felt your chest tightened and you struggled to breathe between your cries. You couldn’t do this anymore. You were going to die, either from hunger, crying, terror or murder.

You were about to let out a new cry when you felt the swirling around your body.

Your cry turned into one of relief. You had sent Elizabeth to get the rest of your shadows the second Sherry left, but she hadn’t come back yet.

Your shadows swirled around your entire body and dried away your tears.

“We’re home!”

“We’ll protect!”

“Missed you.”

“Finally home.”

After a few seconds, they started to get more chaotic.

“What’s going on?” You asked them.

“Master and friend needs help, mistress.”

It took you a second to realize that they meant Azriel. Azriel and his shadows needed help!

“Take me to them,” you told them and stood up.

“Dangerous,” they answered and didn’t move.

“What can I do then?”

They swirled around like crazy once more. They were thinking.

“We bring them here!”

You nodded and then they all disappeared.

You realized how bad it had to be if Azriel couldn’t transport himself.

“Ouch,” you heard from outside your cabin.

However, terror struck your heart when you realized it wasn’t Azriel’s voice.

Your shadows came back into your cabin and started to pull you outside. You would have to fight, you knew it.

Two illyran males laid on the ground before your cabin. You realized one of them was Azriel, but the other one, you had no idea.

The other male started to stand up, without seeing you, and tried to pull Azriel up with him.

“Come on, big guy,” he said. “We need to get out of here.”

He was going to kidnap Azriel! You needed to do something.

You ran towards them and immediately jumped on the stranger. You hit his chest and kicked your prosthetic into the back of his knee. He fought back like crazy.

“Leave him alone!” You yelled at him.

You were about to kick him to the ground, when your shadows roughly took grip around your waist and instead pulled you to the ground.

“Friend!” Your shadows yelled at you and pulled your hair. You quickly stood.

First after that you spent some time to look at the male. He had long hair that was sat up in a bun, but it was the seven siphons that gave away his identity.

“Oh gods!” You exclaimed. “I’m sorry! I didn’t realize.”

But then you remembered that even though you knew a lot about Cassian, you shouldn’t trust him.

He surely didn’t trust you.

“Who are you?” He asked. He looked beaten up, but ready to attack.

“I’m Azriel’s,” you had to stop to think. “I’m his friend, I think.”

Cassian looked at you like you were crazy.

“Yeah, that sounds very convincing,” he said and started to move towards you.

You realize that for once, you had to gain his trust and not the other way around. And you needed to get his trust fast, because Azriel was hurt.

“He’s been training me the last few months,” you started to explain.

“Training you in what?” He asked, still not believing you.

What you did next was the most terrifying thing you had ever done. He had already seen your shadows. And Azriel trusted him. He had to be safe, right? He had to be, because you were not holding back if it could help Azriel.

“I’m like Azriel,” you whispered and let your shadows swirl around as they wished.

Cassian’s cautious eyes turned wide at the shadows that played with his hair and swirled around his biceps.

You pulled them back. And carefully walked over to Azriel. He still only laid on the ground. He was covered in small bruises and his shadows were no where to be seen.

The smell of faebane immediately hit you.

“Help me get him inside,” you said to Cassian.

You worked in silence as you carried Azriel and laid him down on your bed. You carefully moved his hair away from his face.

You turned around when you heard Cassian slump down on your chair.

“Are you hurt?” You asked him even though all the blood on your floor told you the honest answer. “What happened?”

“Ambush,” he just answered. You could see his drowsy eyes fighting to stay open. “Not badly, but the faebane doesn’t help. Azriel is worse than me.”

You felt shivers going through your body. Azriel was hurt. You felt like your heart was dying. You needed him to get better.

You turned your head towards the chicken you had laid beside the entrance door.

“I’ll be back soon,” you said as you picked up the chicken and walked out the door.

You knew what you had to do.

You had never seen a more arrogant smile on Sole’s face.

“No,” he just said.

“Please, Sole,” you tried to say nicely. “You’ll get the chicken and I’ll get the anecdote!”

He rolled his eyes at you.

“We’ll fight. The winner chooses what he wants,” he suggested.

You knew you didn’t have a choice.

“Okay,” you said.

You walked ten steps away from each other and started the fight.

Where you this morning had been determined, ready and confident, you were now exhausted, emotional and stressed. You needed to get the anecdote to Azriel.

When your fist landed wrong on the first hit and your wrist started to burn in pain, you knew that you would lose. But there was no way you would give up that easy.

You didn’t last long and when Sole got a particular hard hit into your already hurt nose, you knew it was over.

“I yield,” you said in a whisper.

You were too embarrassed to say it out loud. How could you be so weak. You couldn’t even win a fight when your mate’s health was at stake! You knew you were pathetic.

You looked towards Sole as he walked towards the anecdote and picked it up. You felt yourself grow worried when he also picked up the chicken. You knew that if he wanted to cheat and take both of them, you couldn’t do anything about it.

You let out a sigh as your thoughts took over. You’d never get enough to pay the debt. You couldn’t even win over Sole two times, how were you then going to hunt more and better than you already did?

“Catch.”

Sole’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts and you lifted your hands just fast enough to catch the small bottle of anecdote.

“Now leave,” he said.

You quickly got up on your feet and moved towards your cabin.

“Thanks,” you said before you had gotten too far for him to hear.

@i-have-a-thing-for-the-dark @saltedcoffeescotch @rcarbo1 @mrsjna @kitsunetori @thecraziestcrayon @blessthepizzaman

[cebwrites]

Ello again! How would (sanji, zoro, law) react to meeting their male s/o arrogant ex? 🙏

a/n: of course, so sorry for the mix up 😭😭

reacting to their boyfriend's arrogant ex (Sanji, Zoro, Law)

masc reader, he/they law word count: 0.9k

Sanji

Sanji for all his life would never hope to even breathe so much as a bad word about women, not once had the thought ever cross his mind and he hoped it never would

Standing here and now, however, hearing this lady act so callously and insulting towards the love of his life, his light - a heat burns in his chest so unlike the passionate, loving flames he has for you

No, this one sears and pains him, it makes his stomach churn to hear your insecurities cattily being thrown in your face through the farce of 'sweet' backhanded compliments while you stood your ground, trying to keep things civil although it was clear that you wanted to put this interaction behind you as quickly as possible

It's the ever so tender "Sanji-kun?" and a little squeeze on his hand that breaks him out of his stupor, bringing Sanji to the realization that he'd been levelling a glare at this woman almost the entire time

If only looks could kill

He's quick to find the window of escape in the conversation and lead you away to some shade nearby and the tension in his shoulders finally eases when he sees you begin to relax

Sanji kisses your hands, your cheeks, apologizing for letting a situation like that drag on for as long as it did but all you do is run your thumb across his cheek and dazzle him with that gentle smile of yours, reassuring him that what mattered now was that they were both away from her and you have him here to protect you

You both lean in for a kiss, relieved and thriving in one another's company

Zoro

Out of the three, Zoro would absolutely be the first to get in this guy's face about it, putting some space between you and your ex by standing in front of you and putting on his meanest "Demon of the East Blue, Pirate King's Right Hand" mug

As a fighter and nakama, he's well aware that you can handle some shrimp on your own, but as a partner, he sensed your distress and immediately came to your aid with the intention to protect his man by any means necessary

You worry that it might get grizzly quick with how your ex taunts him and points out the flaws (both real and not) you had when he still had you - meanspirited, cruel, jabs at your character fully meant to rile him up for that satisfactory reaction of Zoro lunging at him like a wild beast for some twisted game in his head

Surprisingly, Zoro doesn't rise to the bait despite being quick to get between you and him, he does, however, lean into that man's face to tell him that he's a maggot not worth his blade if they were willing to stoop to such a place just to insult someone whose love slipped from their hands from callous neglect

Then he'd take your hand and walk away before any of it could escalate, finding a shaded bench some place to cool down and lean his head against your shoulder, mossy green hair tickling your face when you press kisses to it and thank him for defending your honor - only a slight twinge of teasing in your tone

But Zoro's too content to care, getting head scratches and kisses in the warm afternoon sun, knowing that you're alright after wordless but meaningful looks into each other's eyes, he feels a nap itching up his shoulders and my, your lap seems like a mighty fine pillow right about now

Law

Law, first and foremost, could not give less of a fuck about what some haughty loser has to say - the asshole could run his mouth until the cows came home and Law would just simply leave before he can get a second breath in because they don’t have to put up with any of this nonsense

In any normal circumstance, like if an upstart pirate was picking a fight, Law would just separate their torso from their legs and leave, maybe stick them to something stationary like a street light if they were feeling especially petty - so it really isn’t all that different here

The moment it affects you and Law sees that you’re visibly or implicitly upset, however, he’s quick to react

Had you no qualms with direct violence being used on your ex, Law wouldn't hesitant to swap his head with his ass and the both of you could laugh while watching him stumble around with a chair for a head; or maybe he'd just mes their heart out for his darling and relish in that punk's pained squirming whenever you gave it a cute little squeeze

If for what ever reason you were averse to it, though, Law would simply verbally flambe them and read filth to, well, filth, one arm around your waist and their free hand showing an accusatory index finger for the offending person to get out of your sight

With the threat neutralized and long gone, Law expects a little more affection than usual since they're in a good mood, your heart swoons, jumping at the opportunity to kiss your partner in public and show off just how much they mean to you - a secret part of you thrives on being able to proudly show others that Law was wholly yours, especially after running into a fool, in your captain's words, who'd previously taken your devotion for granted

But more importantly, Law wants their man to treat them to a bear cone from the ice cream parlor around the corner and you're more than happy to oblige

[writeyouin]

Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) X Male-Reader - Sinless Sinners - Chapter 6

Chapter 6 - Misery Loves Company

A/N – Okay, so for anyone who loves Stand-up comedy as much as I do, I highly recommend you watch Daniel Sloss’ tour, Dark. That’s his first tour, and it was where he coined the term Wanker-Anchor, which is used in this story.

Warnings – None.

Rating – M

TAG-LIST: @lxkeee @moonieper @sle3pyh3ad2 @gomib0 @mixplara @ica1 @loser-monologue @blackbeautyiloveyouso @equkki @literalzxmbie

FEMALE VERSION HERE

GN VERSION HERE

“Whoa,” Charlie said upon seeing you.

She had seen your Demonic form before, but it was a rarity and it usually meant that you weren’t doing well mentally.

“Are you okay?” She asked, sucking in air through her teeth, her voice pitching high, indicating that she already knew the answer but didn’t want to point out the obvious in case it upset you further.

“I’m fine,” You answered shortly.

“Really? Because you uh, well,” Charlie twisted her hands back and forth, “You uh, you look a little- I mean, hey, I think you’re beautiful inside and out but when you’re like this it usually means- It’s normally-”

“You’re fucked up,” Vaggie finished for her, getting straight to the point.

“I’m fine,” You insisted, using the words everyone used when they were decidedly not fine. “Where’s Angel Dust?”

“In his room,” Vaggie explained.

“What happened? He was doing so well.”

Charlie’s eyes welled up with tears and she threw her arms around you, sobbing out an explanation, “It was my fault. I asked him about his contract, and he told me not to worry, but I did worry, and then I wanted to make sure he’d be okay when me and Vaggie go to visit Heaven, but he said he didn’t need a babysitter, and then I got Husk involved and Husk told me not to fuck with things I don’t understand, and then Valentino came-”

“Wait, Valentino came here?!” You pulled Charlie off you so you could look her in the eyes.

“Well, not exactly, but he sent his crew here and told Angel they had to film and I said no, and-”

You left Charlie and ran to Angel’s room. Both Charlie and Vaggie followed you as you pelted through the corridors. No wonder Angel had relapsed. That piece of shit Valentino had used Angel’s contract against him. As part of the deal they had made, Angel had to do any work Valentino demanded of him, and that fucking scumbag had dared to invade the one place where Angel felt safe.

Knowing Charlie, she would have pointed out that Valentino couldn’t use her property and would have to wait for Angel at the studio, but that wouldn’t matter. Valentino would play by the rules; it wasn’t really about filming at the Hotel, it was all a matter of proving that Angel belonged to him and that there was no safe place he could hide away.

Besides, even if Valentino hadn’t gotten his way at the Hotel, he would take it out on Angel the next time he was in the studio. It was a lose-lose situation, something that Hell was always too eager to provide.

When you got to Angel’s room, you paused to compose yourself. It wouldn’t help if you sounded too desperate or concerned; Angel didn’t respond well to that. It would make him blame himself for making you worry, and then he would spiral further.

You knocked on the door, “Hey Angel, it’s us. Can we come in please?”

“Go away,” Angel’s heavy accent came through the door, marking him more as Anthony than Angel Dust, though you didn’t say anything about that; there were very few people who knew his real name, and he didn’t like to be reminded of it.

For better or worse, he was Angel Dust; that was who he needed to be to survive.

You glanced at Charlie and Vaggie, then tilted your head, indicating that they should leave. Charlie hesitated until Vaggie placed a hand on her shoulder, then after an affirming nod from you, she let Vaggie lead her away.

“Come on Angel,” You said when they were gone. “It’s just me. Let me in.”

“Piss off.”

You sighed, then sat outside the door, and began talking. You didn’t have a grand speech planned, only what was on your mind, and if Angel wasn’t going to let you in, then it became a matter of letting him know that he wasn’t alone and that you wouldn’t abandon him, though you would respect his space.

“I get it. Valentino fucked with you. He love-bombed you, and that didn’t fucking work because you’re stronger than he is and you’re not going to fall for his shitty manipulation tactics. Now, he’s sending his goons here. It’s all just another one of his games, Angel. Don’t let him win.”

There was no response. You stayed quiet for a minute then were struck with a thought; misery loves company.

“Hey, I also kind of feel like shit today, you know? I kept thinking about Hell and… a lot of things. I told Charlie’s dad how I died. That was fucked up.”

Again, there was no response, but you thought you heard Angel shuffle closer to the door. Until that evening, nobody had heard anything about your mortal life, and now you were talking about it for the second time.

“I was murdered for a snuff film. I still have nightmares about it.”

There was a bluntness to your tone. Although it hurt to state the memory aloud again, albeit in less detail, you decided not to put too much thought into it. If your death could help someone, well, there had to be some good in bringing it up.

You stared at the peeling red wallpaper across from you, just so you had something to focus on. “I’m terrified that one day, I’m gonna walk down the street and see the guys that killed me. Like, what do you even do in that situation? Call them out? They’re in Hell, that’s punishment enough, right? Will they find it funny to see me again? Find new ways to hurt me?”

I honestly don’t know what I want in this scenario. I don’t want them to die, ‘cos then they’ll be here, but if they live, they’ll do this to other people. Kidnap them, sell them to the highest bidder, film it for the black market. I dunno… I’ve been here for a year, and I keep thinking about that.”

The door opened and you fell back, looking up at Angel’s concerned face.

“That’s the most fucked up shit I’ve ever heard.”

He lifted you up, setting you right with two arms, while the other two brushed you off.

“So… this is you?” He asked, taking in your rag-doll appearance.

You laughed and imitated his voice, your Demonic abilities kicking in to mimic him perfectly, “I can be anything you want, bay-by.”

“That’s the hottest you’ve ever sounded.”

“Yeah, yeah,” You waved him off blasély. “Just let me in, okay? I can help.”

“So, uh, with the voice, and the-” Angel gestured at your new look, moving his hands in a circular motion, “Can you uh- Be other people?”

“I don’t know,” You said slowly, looking at your hands, “Never tried.”

You concentrated for a moment, trying to transform back to your original self. Usually, it was effortless. Yet, as you stared at the stitches that bound you together, you found it difficult to do more than revert to your original skin colour. Seeing that beneath the stitches was somehow worse, so you stopped trying to change, accepting that for now, you were a ragdoll.

You shrugged your shoulders, “Fuck it. I am what I am, and that’s all that I am.”

You caught sight of Angel’s precious pet pig. Scooping him up into your arms and cuddling him, you cooed in a baby voice, “Besides, you still love me, don’t you Fat Nuggets, yeeeees, precious baby.”

Sitting down on Angel’s bed, you looked up at your friend, deciding that it was better not to let the difficult conversation wait and fester.

“Soooo…” You scratched Fat Nuggets behind the ear, “Charlie told me that you relapsed. Wanna talk about it?”

Angel sighed and flopped back onto the bed so he was lying next to you, his legs planted on the floor.

He dragged two hands over his face, the other two lay despondently over his stomach.

“I- It was just such a shitty day, and Val sent those pricks here, not that they could fill any holes. Wrong kind of pricks, you know?” He half laughed, but it died when he realised the joke wasn’t funny in such a shitty situation.

Still, you smiled at him. When Angel was sad, he didn’t always need someone to sympathise with him. He needed to see that you weren’t going to change and start treating him differently. Sometimes that meant just listening, but other times it meant making the meanest jokes you could think of and laughing at how horrible everything was.

You were his Wanker-anchor, chaining him to reality by being a dick; Husk was the best at it, but seeing as he was nowhere to be found, Angel had you instead.

“Here,” Angel held up a small sealed bag, with his stash in it. So, he hadn’t relapsed after all. He’d just come very close.

“No thanks,” You joked, “I’m full from all the crack I had at breakfast.”

Angel got up and punched your arm, “You’re such an asshole.”

“Takes one to know one,” You took his stash, tucking it away in your pocket, then you stood up, leaving Fat Nuggets on the bed, and you offered Angel your hand. “Come on.”

“What-”

“You need a distraction. So, I challenge you, Angel Dust, teach me how to dance.”

“You’re fucking kiddin’, right?”

You shook your head. “You can dance, I can’t and I’m bored. So, come on, give me some lessons. It’ll be good to get moving.”

“When you fail, can I call you a retard?”

“Fuck no. You can’t say retard anymore, what the fuck is wrong with you. You can insult the shit outta me, but keep your terms acceptable, okay?”

Honestly, Angel had thought he was up to date on what insults and trash talk were deemed acceptable, but evidently, he was wrong.

“Alright, I’ll teach you to dance, but you gotta keep me updated on all the latest slang, and what’s changed up there,” He glanced up as if he could see Earth.

“I’ve been dead a year, bud. A lot can change in that time,” You said, thinking about all the ways you were probably outdated.

Angel grabbed his phone and turned up the tunes, “Sounds like a coward’s excuse to get outta teaching.”

And so it was that you and Angel started to dance. It was nothing like his work, or when he was forced to pimp himself out in clubs as a form of ‘networking.’ Instead, it was stupid, fun, and uncoordinated with you as his partner. Christ, he had never danced with someone so terrible. You let him lead, and together, the two of you laughed at each other’s expense and forgot all about the shitty things that had happened that day.

Up in his Radio Station, Alastor grinned sinisterly. He had heard you quite clearly as he went about his business in the Hotel. You were murdered? How delightful. Victims were so easy to manipulate. Furthermore, you were a ragdoll. Oh, how wonderfully he could exploit that power.

All it would take was an invitation of friendship, a desperate situation, and an offer of assistance. When Alastor had sent Husk away on an errand earlier, he hadn’t imagined it would turn out so wonderfully.

Now, there was a new piece on the chessboard, and Alastor was determined to capture you as his pawn.

Your soul would be his.

[billskeis]

ᡣ𐭩 club encounters w bill

lights were flashing, music was blaring and bodies collided against one another. you were at the club with your friend in hopes to get anything and everything off your mind of how you found your ex-boyfriend cheating on you.

fuck this shit, downing another shot as the alcohol trickles down your throat.

gender is specified as male reader :)

“hey hey! that was like your fifth shot.. in a row!” your best friend elise said, as she rubs your back to ensure that you’re okay. scoffing, you let her know that you’re fine, “don’t worry about me you know about my high tolerance, plus.. we’re here to have fun!” nodding, “you’re right, fuck that guy and fuck that side hoe!”

clinking your shot glasses, you drink another type of liquor that tastes way better than the first one. mm, fruity..

“i’m gonna go dance, come with?” she asks, you shake your head, just simply not in the mood to. elise just kisses you a goodbye to reassure you she will be back after a moment. you nod at her, laughing at her silly antics, you love this girl to death.

from across the room, you look, look at the various activities the strangers within your vicinity are engaging in. drinking, dancing, grinding, making out. for those, it was a night maybe those want to remember, or maybe not.. for you? it was a night to get your mind off the stupid shit that completely wasted your time.

that was until you spotted someone who stuck out like a sore thumb.

he had black hair, that seemed to spike a bit out of his head. eyeshadow accompanied his eyes as he tries to blink the harsh lighting of the club. he wore all black, which seemed peculiar because it was a summer night and it was getting hot, especially hot in the building.

he shooed away another figure that was engulfed in large fabrics of clothing, he had brown matt locs with a straight cap to compliment, holding it all together. his manicured hand managed to irritate the latter until the shorter figure made eye contact with you.

in attempts to look away, anywhere else, you couldn’t help but try to sneak a look at the two once again.

for a short moment, you saw that the dread-head had pointed at you, making the taller one look in your direction. awkwardly, you swirl the liquid in your cup. looking once again, to see the pretty black-haired person still looking at you.

at this moment you’re panicking. shit, what if he thinks i’m weird? wait, who gives a fuck you’ll probably only see this person tonight and then never again. you turn on the island seat, facing the bar to scan the alcohols in seeing which one you haven’t tried yet.

you just got paid at work and decided that this night was gonna be a night to yourself and therefore you needed to spoil yourself.

with a tap on your shoulder, you’re met with not just anyone. but the person you had just made intense eye contact with more than once and had looked like a total loser to (he doesn’t think so).

“hey,” he spoke, his voice a tad nasal, but it was sexy. “hi..” “by yourself?” “nono, my friend’s dancing, see? she’s the one with the tight black dress who—seems to be dancing with that… dread-head..”

shaking your head, “elise.. this is the fifth guy tonight,” “don’t worry, that’s my brother, your friend is quite the dancer,” the boy laughs, leaning his head in a little closer to yours.

“that she is,” sighing, “well, i hope i can accompany you tonight, bill,” he holds a hand out for you to shake, “y/n,” you reciprocate the gesture a tight grip on his. his hands are soft.

“you know i already thought this but seeing you closer just confirms it,” bill leans his elbow on the counter of the bar, his eyes gleam even in the dark lighting that flashes once in a while, “confirms what?” you ask in curiosity.

“how cute you are,” “oh—! ahem, might i say the same for you,” really y/n? you’re blowing it tonight. while face palming yourself, all bill could do is laugh. he loves your awkwardness and all you could do was just stare at him in awe.

he really was fucking gorgeous.

from behind him, there you saw. your ex, and he was closing distance. closing distance between the two of you with the girl he had his fucking dick in while you entered the shared bedroom, bags in your hands to gift him in showing you how much you loved that man.

with such short time, you make your move. “you swing that way?” asking the boy in front of you who had seemingly been talking to you but couldn’t pay attention to whilst you noticed an abomination behind him.

“i do, why—?” bill’s words were cut off by your lips. although in shock, he didn’t push away, giving you the okay to continue the kiss. you swipe your tongue over his lips in asking for permission to enter.

opening his mouth, you glide your tongue within his, intertwining the muscle with one another not even leaving room to breathe. the kiss was messy, but shit was it hot. bill was whiny, as your tongue explored his mouth, he couldn’t help but wince at the sensation.

his tongue tasted that of alcohol, to which you had enough to drink but tasting it on bill left you wanting more.

he was especially sensitive whenever you ran your tongue on his. whimpering at the moments you pressed down on his tongue piercing, as the foreign material of metal is fondled with.

bill didn’t know what to do with his hands, so his arms swung over your neck as you pressed your bodies together. in a bold movement, you pressed your knees in between bill’s legs to hit his crotch. you felt a tent begin to form within his pants, not even noticing the growing bulge in yours.

doing this led bill to moan into the kiss. god were his sounds addicting even in such a room where your voices were barely heard by one another. you just needed to hear more.

bill ended up pulling apart from the kiss, saliva in between the two of your mouths. his breathing erratic, and eyelids were heavy, brown irises dark. his lips were now a little more plump than before, but that was inevitable with the way you were sucking on them.

“y-y/n..” “i’m sorry, was that too much?” you ask him, rubbing his back. he leans his head into your shoulder, shying away as he nuzzles himself into you, “mmm nnh.. just felt really good..”

as you look past his body that was now cuddled into yours, you see your ex boyfriend and his side whore looking at you in shock. sticking your middle finger up, all the two of them could do was cringe and walk away into the opposite direction.

seems as though their plans to mock you were ruined.

remembering, you totally forgot for a second that bill was basically on your lap, “bill?” “mhm?” “let me get your number yea..?” he looks up from your shoulder, as he smiles brightly. cute.

opening your phone, you hand it to him to once again see his manicured hands. seeing them up close you didn’t notice the colour but of course they were along his get-up. black.

finishing up, he closed your phone and handed it back to you. getting up from your legs, he propped himself upon the seat next to you. holding his hand out, you instinctively grabbed onto his intertwining your fingers.

“now, lemme get to know you after you basically fucked your mouth onto mine, hm?”