#my heads playing if youre wondering im feeling now on repeat

[djtommotomlinson]

if i cant find a job here in the next couple of weeks and get the visa process going and an apartment sorted i am so screwed. i need to go home this summer its been nearly five years since ive been able to and i miss my mum and my dad and my brother but i cant book tickets until i know for sure i can come back for my dogs. this is all getting so hard and all i wanna do is drink and sleep and pretend its okay but i cant do thaaat

[postmortemnivis]

no grave can hold my body down, i'll crawl home to her.

simon really meant it, every bit of it, he’d come back to you somehow. he would find his way back to you. wether it was walking through the front door quietly not to wake you up in the middle of the night or cold in a coffin. he’d rather have you hold his dead body than not to have you touch his skin ever again.

that’s what simon was thinking about as his ear ringed so loud he couldn’t focus on his surroundings. he looked up at the sky, so blue it almost didn’t feel right. why so blue when so much blood was being shed?

he occasionally would feel the ground he was laying on tremble, maybe a hand grenade, maybe a body falling next to his. the smell of gunpowder filled his covered nostrils and he could feel his lungs collapsing on themselves from the thickness of the air he was breathing. his eyes weren’t doing good either, filled with dust and sand from the dry earth.

it took him a few more seconds to focus his eyes on something, something that possibly wasn’t moving, his head spinning each time he tried to sit up. something was weighting on his legs, holding him down. he struggled to raise his torso and groaned at the sight of a large body blocking him. he let himself fall back down.

he was ready to go, a sharp pain to his side telling him he wouldn’t last long alone. he’d been through worse, way worse, the scar provided by the meat hook was proof of that, but something was telling him this was as bad. he was ready to go.

the only thing he could think about in his last moments was you. he thought he could see glimpses of you, maybe your hair in the corner of his eyes or he’d hear your laugh as another fire shooting started. his eyes searched for you frantically. he wanted to tell you to leave immediately, scream it at the top of his lungs, but his voice was caught in his throat and you weren’t really there. his mind just playing cruel tricks on him.

your name was repeated like a mantra in his head, repeating it so many times it almost lost a meaning. almost. a prayer, a chant. he sure needed to pray, for you.

he had been shelving the thought that tormented him for months. he wanted to go and confess his sins, he almost felt the need, his palms itching with haste anytime he thought about it. years had passed since the last time he had set foot in a church, so many that he had almost forgotten the reason for the visit. the ghosts of the past never abandon you, especially if they are people you love, especially if they are family, the innocent. its always the innocent who pay the highest price.

‘i wonder what she’s doing now, who’s gonna knock on her door and tell her im gone.’ he thought. ‘hopefully price. he’s the one with tact and the most considerate. he’ll help her when i’m gone, keep an eye on her.’

the sweet smell of your hair replaced for a moment the one of blood and gunpowder, your laughter still echoing in his ears. he pictured your sweet face and big innocent eyes looking up at him.

“promise me something?”

“mhm?” he hummed, surprised you were still up. his hand hadn’t stopped caressing your hair since you laid down on his chest, your hand resting on his collarbone as your ear listened to his calm heartbeat. “yeah, anything.”

“promise me you’ll always come back.” you whispered in the dark room. “promise me, simon.”

he nodded, taken aback by your request. you weren’t the fondest of his job, he knew it, he hated to concern you like he did.

“yes.”

“promise.” you urged. “please.”

he bent his head down and kissed the top of yours, his arm sliding down your back and drawing you closer by your waist. “i will, love. i’ll always come back to you.”

you sighed, the knot of thoughts in your worried head began to untie. “mh.”

“better now?” he softly asked. his voice was hoarse from his constant shouting orders at the obstreperous recruits. you gave a short nod. “i mean it.”

he groaned as he managed to get the body off of himself, struggling to get on his knees.

fucks sake, he couldn’t let you live with him gone like this. it was selfish of him to leave you in such an abrupt way, really. he tried to push away the image of you opening the door to find price with a carton box filled with simons stuff from the barracks with the balaclava and skull mask on top and your knees hitting the floor before he could even say anything.

his legs didn’t feel like they could hold his weight up, he immediately fell to his knees as he heard another rapid fire too near him for his liking. his gun was long gone, he had to manage to survive alone, again.

“crawlin’ it is.” he breathed as he started to drag his tired body with the strength of his arms alone. you had always praised his strength: he could lift you with one arm alone, you loved to be held and hold on to his arm anywhere and at anytime. that was the main reason he always pushed for more while training, and the motivation your sweet compliments always gave him now were gonna save his life. he made a mental note to kiss and hold you a little longer and tighter if he ever made it home alive.

he could see the building his team was supposed to meet up in case things got bad. it looked so far away that it was alarmingly close. maybe it was just his messed up vision, a mirage, but he could swear he saw you from a window looking at him, urgently motioning him to come.

he brought the thick balaclava above his nose so he could breathe better and as enemy gunfire continued to flow, he kept his head low as he moved dead bodies from his way.

he could hear your voice calling for him and he wanted to call you for you back, but the noises of the battlefield were hurrying him to get to the safe zone first.

he stumbled by the door as he brought himself up, one hand stabilizing him as he held on to the doorframe as the other went to press on his wound.

“lt!” johnnys voice called before he rushed to help him. “ye cheeky bastard, i told them not to leave yet, to wait for ye.”

“gaz saw you get shot.” price swung simon’s arm over his shoulder in order to help him to the nearest table, where he laid down.

“he saw that right.” simon bit the inside of his cheek as price inspected his wound, pressing on it. “is he a‘ight?”

“he’s fine, hit his head but had his helmet on, he’s getting checked out by the medics.” price informed him as simon winced at the sharp pain. “there’s at least two bullets in here, didn’t pass through, stuck.”

“just take ‘em the fuck out.” simon groaned. “how’s it lookin’?”

“you’ll live.” price patted his shoulder in comfort before he went to call a medic.

“we really thought we’d lost ye there, lt.” johnny’s face was glowing with sweat and blood, the black war paint smudged messily all around his face and his mohawk dusted.

“helicopter’s leaving in thirty, boys!” price’s baritone voice called from the other room.

simon scoffed, sighing and closing his eyes, finally letting himself relax as your figure started to fade from the corner of the room where it’d been standing, silently looking at him. “won’t lose me, can’t wait to go home, johnny.”

[oreoluvskento]

Seven Minutes in Heaven

a/n: i promised this in MARCH but that doesn't matter because im here to deliver now <3

cw: heavy petting, a lot of kissing, like i mean A LOT, dry humping, choso's first kiss, stupid college shenanigans, very very tiny mention of spit

"and you said this is your first time?" you ask in the dimly lit room. you see his cheeks blush more, turning his previously red cheeks even redder.

you're currently at a frat party playing a game of spin the bottle out of sheer boredom. you watched patiently as the bottle passed you over and over again, and when it finally landed on you, the other side was pointing to the shy boy in your econ 1426 class.

"y-yeah, um," he clears his throat. "i don't really know what to do so if you just want to wait out the seven minutes, that's fine with me."

you sigh to yourself, wondering how you got yourself in this position anyway and decide to throw caution to the wind. "do you want me to teach you, um..."

"choso," he tells you. "and yes, if you don't mind," he finishes, his voice a little quieter.

you take his hand and pull him closer to you, your bodies now pressed together. you feel his heartbeat against your chest, the hard thrumming causing you to smile as the alcohol you've been slowly downing throughout the night flows through you.

"just follow my lead..." you whisper, putting his hand on your hip and pulling his head down to meet yours. his lips touch yours, scared at first, but after completing the first kiss, he gains more confidence.

he places his other hand on your hip, pulling you even closer as his body makes him excited. you give him a moment to get used to it before running your tongue along his bottom lip, pulling a gasp out of him.

he pulls away a bit, and you shake your head, pulling him back in. "i said, follow my lead," you whisper and he nods, kissing you again.

you repeat your action and he does what you do, allowing his tongue to ghost against yours. you feel him shiver against you and when he squeezes your hips, you know you have him where you want him.

you plunge your tongue into his mouth and he lets out a groan, his hands sliding down further, searching for something to ground himself with. the two of you wrap yourself around each other, sliding and pushing into each others mouths, when you suddenly feel something poking your pelvic bone.

you pull away, to choso's dismay who whines a bit, and look down, his very obvious erection bulging out of his black sweats.

"what's this?" you ask with a smile, slowly reaching down to touch it. "can i?" you ask before you reach it and he nods fervently.

you breathe out a laugh before palming him over his sweats and he involuntarily jerks into your hand, a moan escaping his lips.

"again... please," he asks and you do as he asks, your palm constantly squeezing his tip. he's moaning steadily in your ear, which luckily no one outside can hear due to the music blasting.

he trails his lips back up to your lips, kissing you again, almost immediately taking his tongue with yours, and you continue jerking him through his sweats, when you finally get an idea.

"you think you can carry me?" you ask him and he says yes, not even waiting for you to give him permission. he picks you up and pushes you against a wall, his bulge pushing into your pulsing core as you wrap your legs around him.

he squeezes your thighs as the two of you moan at the same time, and you make the first move, grinding your hips down onto him.

"fuck," he whispers, his breath shaky, but he starts to move as well, his tip pushing perfectly onto your clit.

"c'mere," you whisper, pulling his face back to yours and kissing him without holding back. your tongues meet first, sending a jolt of pleasure through choso, causing him to push into you harder.

a high pitched moan rips out of you and goes straight into his mouth, feeding his ego a bit as he continues to move not only his hips, but yours too, lifting and pulling you onto him as your tongues explore each other's mouths.

the both of you barely pull away for air, the sexual energy in the small room at an all time high as you stare at his pleasure contorted face.

"feels good?" you pant, staring at his wet, parted lips.

"think im gonna cum-" he moans, answering your question.

"me too, just keep going," you smile, grinding down harder against him.

choso knew that he would never be the same around you again after this. he finally got his chance with the pretty girl that sits a few chairs down from him in class and it’s in a frat house's coat closet.

you never really noticed him, just recognized his face after glancing at it every once in a while you would look in his direction. now, whenever you see him after this, all you'll be able to hear is the way he's begging for you to not stop, that he's so close, and that he wants to make you feel good too.

a few more thrusts from the both of you and he's cumming first, his hips pushing into you as he his moaning gets hoarse. you aren't far behind, your neglected entrance closing around nothing as your clit pulses over and over again, your hips jolting against him, causing you to feel overstimulation mid orgasm.

before you're able to fully catch your breath, he takes your lips again, this kiss significantly messier than the others. his tongue meets yours first, sliding against it roughly as he accidentally pushes you further into the wall. you return his fervor, leading the both of you to accidentally pushing spit out of the corner of your mouths.

as you pull away, your lips close around his tongue, eliciting one final moan out of him before the ringleader knocks on the door, informing you that you have ten seconds left. he lets you down, and as you collect yourselves you let him know one last thing.

"Keegan's Hall, side B, room 515, 12 am."

[tinyidle]

How I Play - KHJ

Summary: you always wondered how your boyfriend moved his fingers so well while playing the electric guitar. so one day you decide to bite the bullet and simply ask him. hours later, your response is a lot different than what you ever expected it to be.

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Characters/Pairing: hongjoong x fem reader

AU/Trope info: slice of life, established relationship

Genre: smut, pwp

Word Count: 600+ words

Warnings: katoptronophilia (mirror sex), slight humiliation, voyeurism, slight overstimulation, fingering, marking + fondling, orgasm-tasting (cum eating), dom!hongjoong, sub!reader

Rating: M for mature

A/N: fifth submission to @wonderlandnet, tagging @strayteezsimp

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the man chuckled before repeating your question back to you. "my baby is wondering how i move my fingers so swiftly on the guitar huh?"

hongjoong sat with his back against the bedframe, and you sat in his lap with your legs spread wide open, one leg over each of his. he's fully clothed while you're completely naked.

"yes, baby," you breathed, still processing how you got into the position from a single question, yet not complaining. "show me, please."

hongjoong smirked as his hands rested on the seat of your hips for the moment. "alright then. watch closely, okay love?" he instructed as his eyes never left yours through the full-length mirror on the wall.

he has an intense, concentrated look on his face as he runs his fingers up and down your slit. you just had to break eye contact to rest your head back against his shoulder and stare at the ceiling from the teasing sensation.

your boyfriend saw this and shook his head. "no, baby. look at the mirror." he gives your cunt a small slap, causing your body to jerk and your gaze to snap back to the mirror. hongjoong rubs over the spot that he just smacked, soothing the tingling feeling.

"there we go," he slightly praises as he moves his index and thumb down to spread you apart. he slowly replaces them with his middle finger, sliding it into your hole.

you let out a whimper and buck your hips up, but his other arm around your waist holds you still. "no. just sit still, pretty. this is a demonstration, remember? now watch closely."

you can see his middle finger sliding in and out of you through the mirror, glistening with your wetness. hongjoong moves his ring and pinky fingers up and down your slit, mimicking the movements of the chords on his guitar. he curls his middle finger to touch that spot inside of you that makes your eyes roll back.

"hongjoong," you moan, thighs quivering as you do. "oh my god-"

he moves his ring and pinky fingers up and down faster, adding his index to the mix. hongjoong's thumb starts pressing on your clit in a circular motion. the sight of your boyfriend fingering you the same way he plays the guitar is almost too much for you to handle, let alone the feeling of it.

"you wanna know how i play my guitar so well, love?" he slyly questions as his middle finger slowly pulls out to just his finger tip.

you turn around to look up at him, and he gives you a devilish grin.

"i practice."

his middle finger goes back inside of you while the rest of his fingers continue to mimic guitar chords, working together to rub and press on your clit. hongjoong is playing the most erotic melody and you're the instrument he's using.

the music he's making with your body is beautiful, and you start to feel your climax of both you and the 'song' building up. "joongiee, im gonna c-cum!" you warn him.

he smirks as his fingers focus on 'strumming' you. "i know, baby. i can tell. you're so wet that it's getting harder and harder for me to play. you're dripping so much." your slick is coating his fingers as he continues to play you, so it was safe to say he wasn't exaggerating.

and you weren't either when you were warning him about your orgasm. "please, joongie," you begged, your hips jerking into him more and more to reach it.

your boyfriend smirks before deciding to 'strum' his 'guitar' with all his fingers, pushing the ring and index into you before quickly thrusting up. "cum, sweetheart," he commanded lowly, his fingers working you to your immediate high.

you shook profusely, "yes yes, yes, YES!!" more of your essence came out of you, creating a small but visible pool of white around hongjoong's fingers.

he doesn't relent as his other arm moves from around your waist up to your chest. he gives your breasts some squeezes as he kisses and sucks your neck, leaving a trail of purple marks on their wake.

he continues his ministrations on you until you came down from your high. "there we go. good job, baby," he praises as he removes his fingers, with you whimpering rather pathetically at the loss. hongjoong then brings his fingers up to your lips. "open," he instructs as his fingers barely traces your swollen lips.

you open your mouth, and he shoves his two wet fingers inside. you suck and swirl your tongue around the phalanges, licking and sucking your juices off of them as if it was honey. your boyfriend is watching your mouth in the mirror with pure lust in his eyes.

when his fingers are clean, he pulls them out of your mouth with a pop. "that's how i play."

[mistyyyy]

Omg hiiii!

Uhhhh this is my first time requesting anything so sorry if I’m coming off too direct but idk any other way to do this. ✌️✌️

Can I request a pegging fic w/ Aizawa, where you’ve folded him in half are holding his legs down while his hands are bound. I’ve found little to no fics with a sub!aizawa, nonetheless fics that really hit the nail on the head for this mans character 😩😩😩.

Like- he’s trying not to give you a reaction.. but those strokes you’re giving him 🤭.

My boys having a really really tough time, twitching and shaking involuntarily. Biting his lip to try and muffle the sounds while he squirms for some sort of leverage but he can’t do anything because you’ve folded this man like paper. He’s trying to fight against the leather cuffs but to no avail. He would be wondering why tf he let you do this to him but he can’t think of anything other than you ramming that dildo up his ass- SORRY IM GONNA STOP NOW ✋✋✋ WHEWWWWWWWWWW

Resist.

Heyy….yall 👀 *clears throat.*

CW: Condescending reader, soft dom reader, pegging, bottom Aizawa, sub Aizawa, slight feminization, slight mean reader, forced edging, restraining

Words: 940

"Come on now baby you can take this dick..." You breathed out, warm breath fanning into his blushed ear as your strap slammed in and out of his hole. His moans were whiny and guttural, his breath and body strained as you forced his thighs against stomach. "M-mngh- fuck you..." he cursed out, pretty eyes squeezed shut as he tried to get a hold of reality, trying to ignore how good you made him felt. He was so stubborn, not wanting to fully submit even if you had him folded like this

You couldn't help but to grin down at him, the grip on his hairy thighs tightening. You found it amusing that he was suffering, that he was trying so hard not to enjoy the way you thrusted into him, the tip of your strap repeatedly thrusting into his prostate. "Cmon baby don't be like that... shit, you're dripping like a girl." You chuckled eyes peering down towards his throbbing red tip, pre cum drooling down to his toned belly, sliding down his angry shaft.

Your words only added more embarrassment to his situation, sun freckled skin flushing red, arms flexing behind his back as he wanted to so badly touch you, to place his hands underneath your ass to help you fuck him. His body twitched and arched, his lips red and swollen as he pulled them into his mouth to keep his nasty sounds at bay.

It didn't work of course. Not when you were fucking him like this, not when your nails dug into his muscles to hold his thighs in place, his ass and your hips angled just right. "Mmnhg-mmsofuckinclose," he whines, voice fast, throat raspy and raw from his muffled groans and grunts-rambles falling from his swollen lips, repeating how close he was to releasing.

Then you did something unexpected, a sharp gasp leaving his mouth-he almost choked and cough. Your hand left his thigh to grip onto the base of his dick, your grip tight, holding onto him like a vise. "Don't fucking cum yet, don't you dare... not until you admit it," you spoke, your hips slowing, letting him chase the orgasm he couldn't quite grasp.

This was fucking torture for the man, his face scrunching up from the uncomfortable feeling of his balls and stomach tightening from the edge, from how tight you were holding him. Why why whyyy did he let you do this? Why did he agree to let you play with him like this- why... his thoughts soon turned into mush though as he desperately wanted that high, to feel that fuzzy feeling in his brain when he came.

“P-please..” he gritted out, hoping if he begged you for release he wouldn’t have to admit how good it felt, how much he enjoyed being folded and manhandled like this. Little did he know this was more pathetic than him just admitting how good it felt.

You didn’t let him get a pass. As much as you loved to hear his rough pleases and begs to cum- you didn’t let him. So with a corrective slap on his thigh, your hips continued to move relentlessly, your hand fisting his cock tightly, not giving him a chance to forget his place. “Come on baby, you know what I want to hear. Tell me how good I make you feel, tell me how good your wife is fucking you,”

Your tone was cocky and condescending, a smirk on your face as you listened to his pained whines and whimpering, watching as his stomach caved in, his plump pecks vibrating with every thrust you gave him. He couldn’t even speak coherently anymore, his deep voice replaced with something more feminine and rough as he tried to explain how good you made him felt. “I-oh god-I- I can’t, please- you make me-“ he swallowed thickly, his voice a gasp as you kept hitting that spot, his balls throbbing and red as you restricted his base, “feelsogood,” he continued, eyes barely opened as they stared up at yours.

You felt a pang of satisfaction once he finally gave you what you wanted, a low hum leaving your throat. You could feel the way he throbbed and pulsated in your palm, his body reacting to your noises, your voice, your movements. When you finally released his shaft his mind couldn’t even keep up with the way his body reacted, how fast his orgasm came, how hot and twitchy his body felt as a white heat filled his body.

You watch as his heavy load squirted and shot onto his stomach, his chest, how it lazily dripped down his red cock until it dropped near his navel. “Mm~ good job baby… you look so good like this.” You praised your husband, your sloppy thrusting slowly down into a lazily hump as you let him ride through his orgasm.

His tanned lined body stained red, his abdomen covered in his sweat and arousal, black hair sprawled on y’all’s mattress like a dark halo. He huffed out air as he slowly caught his breath, his body felt like jello and his thighs twitched against his body as he felt your gently thumbs draw circles on the inside of his muscles. “Fuck… where’d you learn that…” he asked, voice raspy and tired as his eyes came to a close.

You chuckled, a cocky grin on your face as you continued to stare down at his fucked state. “Twitter.”

[alexa-fika]

hii!! i love all your writings btw im giggling to all of it (i've read the x child!readers its so cute help)

i was wondering if you could make whitebeard pirates x child! with mist df reader that is moody oorrr that kind of child who likes to play pranks. if you could make it use they/them?? thank youu!

Naughty Bratty (Whitebeard pirates x gn!child!reader)

A/N: HERE WE GOOOO I COOKED, once again most part of this is based on interactions either my own students, so I hope you guys liked it, decided to combine these two requests since they are of the same nature and also it made the creation of this the more easier and also slightly longer ✊🏽

Reader here is replaced by dokucha which stands for reader in japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

“Dokucha Thatch is almost done with lunch; we’re gonna head down to the mess hall, so you need to put your stuff away before we do,” Izou called

“No!” They screamed, kicking their feet

“We can play with them later; right now, we must go to the mess hall and get lunch before food is gone.”

“I don’t want to!”

“That is quite alright, but do know that you won’t get to play with these then,” he said, gesturing to the building blocks in their hands

“Noo!” They cried

“Then pick them up,” he repeated

The small child scowled but obliged, grabbing the blocks from the ground and putting them in the small basket they originally were in

“Thank you”

“Hmph”

He sighed, shaking his head as he followed after the child towards the mess hall, following after them as they grabbed their food

“Dokucha, don’t hold it like that; you will spill it all over,” Thatch called out to the child as they balanced the bowl of food in one of their hands

“I don’t care”

“Well, I do because it’s my kitchen and my responsibility,” he snapped back

They grin at him, smacking the bowl to the floor, laughing gleefully

“Okay, that’s it, you’re done.” He stated, walking towards them

They stick their tongue out at him, turning their body into mist and making a quick exit out of the mess hall and into the deck where they glided over the ship, close enough to remain between the huge sails but high enough to where the crew could not reach them

“Dokucha come down.”

“Nope!” They laughed, accentuating the p as they twirled around in the air

“Dokucha, if we have to come get you, you won’t like what’s going to happen,” Ace called, having followed after the commotion in the mess hall

“Ha! Ha! Can’t catch me!” They mocked the two, pulling at their eye and sticking out their tongue out at them

“No, but I Can,” a voice piped in behind them as a force brought them to the ground

Once they had gathered their thoughts together, they glanced around them, noticing the talons caging them, following them up to the owner only to meet up with the disappointed look of their brother in his hybrid form

They frowned, turning their body into mist once again only to find themselves unable to, noticing how their brother had gotten ahead of them and covered the talons in haki to keep them solid

“Let me go!” They screamed, punching at the talons, trying to slip free from their confinement

“No, can do; you are done for today; we are not doing this.”

They glance at their wrist at the feeling of something surrounding it,only to spot a sea stone bracelet now locked around it, Thatch kneeling next to them

“Take it off, Take it off! ” they hollered

Ace sighed, taking a hold of the child and nodding to Marco as they lifted them, keeping a tight hold on them as they walked into the ship

“Where do I take them?”

“You can take them to my room; we can talk to them there; they'll probably keep trying to run and throw things if we try to talk to them here,” Marco answered, transforming his body back to his human form

“No! Let me go, asshole!”

“We’re not using those words,” Ace sighed

“Fuck you!” They screamed, trashing against him

He shook his head, tightening his hold on the child, and they entered the first mate quarters, placing down the child in the corner of the room

Marco followed after them, closing the door behind him after assuring Thatch they had it covered as he headed back to feed the crew

“Nope, you’re not going anywhere until you calm down and talk to us,” Ace said, blocking their way as they tried to slip away

“Fuck you! I hate you!”

“You can keep talking like that all you want; it will just make you stay here longer.” Marco shrugged

“Fuck you!” They sobbed as they began screaming at the top of their lungs, screams echoing across the room

“You’re just going to hurt your throat doing that,” Marco pointed out

Dokucha ignored them as they simply began to scream louder, kicking at the walls around them as they kept trying to slip away, only to be stopped by Ace each time

After a while, the child’s screams settled down; only small sniffles escaped them as they sat in the corner

“You ready to talk?” Questioned Ace softly

“Yeah,” they muttered, looking up at them

“So? Why did you do it?”

They stayed quiet, not looking at them

“Look at us.”

They ignored him, staring at the ground

“Dokucha, look at us,” repeated Marco sternly

They glance up at them at his words

“Why did you throw your food and run away?” He questioned, kneeling next to them

“I don’t know,” they mumbled

He sighed at this

“You think Thatch liked that?” He questioned

They shook his head

“Okay, so here is what we are going to do: we are going to go back to the kitchen, you are going to apologize to Thatch, and then you’re going to go talk with Pops about what happened,” he explained

“No! Don’t tell him!” They cried

“It’s too late for that Dokucha, we’re telling pops,” Ace told them

“No!” They whined

“You should have thought about that before you did it.”

They frown at that

“Are you ready to go apologize to Thatch?”

They nodded, taking hold of Ace’s extended hand as the three of them made it back to the kitchen, quickly finding Thatch, who, upon seeing them, stepped out of his cooking to approach them

They stayed quiet, fidgeting with the bracelet on their wrist as they shook it around

“Dokucha,” Marco called, a warning tone to his words

“If you are not ready to talk to Thatch, we can take another time-out in my room.”

They glance up at Thatch at the words, muttering a small ‘sorry’ their way

“Sorry for what?” Ace asked, prompting them to continue

“I'm sorry for being mean and throwing your food on the ground,” they finished

“That’s quite alright, pumkin’; it did make me sad to see you were acting like that; you think we could listen to my words next time?,” he asked, kneeling down in front of them

They nodded, giving the man a hug

“Thank you, Pumkin,” he said embracing them

“Alright, thank you for apologizing Dokucha, are you ready to go see pops?” Ace asked, picking them up and placing them on their hip

The child nodded, placing their head against his shoulder as they began walking to the Captain’s quarters

“Pops, you have a second?” Marco asked, knocking on the door, opening at the affirmative response from the older man

Whitebeard glanced at them, sending a questioning look, spotting the child in Ace’s arms

“They are having a rough day today, been rude towards everyone,” Marco elaborates at the unspoken questioned

Whitebeard let out a grunt, waving the two men off as the fireman put them down and walked out of the room, Marco following behind him

“Why are you being a brat today?” He questioned, cutting to the chase

“I'm not…”

“Really? Then what would you call what you have been today? Cause it sounds like you have been a petulant child all day long.”

“Sorry”

He sighed, gesturing them to come closer, plucking them into their lap as they did

“Dokucha, we are not your parents; we don’t have any plans to abandon you.”

“I know”

“You're not showing it,” he quips back

“When you want our attention, you just have to ask us; we are not like them; you don’t have to waste yourself away trying to do the impossible just to be praised; you need just ask, and any of us is thrilled to be with you, so instead of acting like this talk to us, alright?”

“Thank you, Papaw”

Okay I know that that end is kinda suddened but honesgly the other one I had went too deep into the education sode of things and was too messy, so I just decided to stop there, hopefully it makes sense

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Hey!!! So im finally gonna send a request from that prompt list lol.

May i please request. absentmindedly playing with their hair at all times

I dont mind either elizabeth or wanda, but can I ask that yn has a buzz cut on her sides back back of her head. And as she just had it redone yn makes a comment about her feeling like a sheared sheep lol

Just got my hair redone and I always say that after touching the back. I just wish I had someone who would stroke my hair also;_; id melt if wanda/elizabeth did.

If that's not too much trouble ;_; please and thank you

A Sheared Sheep

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No Powers AU - (Female Reader X Wanda Maximoff)

Summary: You got a haircut without telling your girlfriend, Wanda Maximoff.

Word Count: 1.3K

Content: Girlfriend Wanda Maximoff, Meet-Cute, Baking, Haircuts, Fluff

You had met Wanda Maximoff only a few months prior. It was a classic meet-cute moment.

A lapse in thinking had led your iced latte to go from your hand to her shirt. An exchange of apologies, small talk, quick glances, some light flirting, and a dinner to make up for it all led to the two of you dating.

It's been bliss and wonderful. You two have only grown stronger and more comfortable. Sharing details about your lives and what you want for the future.

Wanda was very upfront in talking about kids, and she said she didn't care how it happened but that this was something she wanted. That made you feel better when you pointed out through some laughter that you didn't have the parts to help her in the department.

Wanda shook her head and hugged you tightly before running her fingers through your long hair.

An action that always made you smile.

And yeah, sure, talking about kids a few months into a relationship might seem forward, but within the last year, Wanda had recently called it off with her fiancé. Plus, she was older than you. Not significantly, but enough to where you needed another hand to count the years separating you two.

Anyways, like I was saying.

What you and Wanda have is clearly special. And you know she loves you for you. Not a whole lot could change that as of right now.

Well, that's what you keep telling yourself as you close your eyes in the hairdresser's chair. "We really don't have to do it Y/n." Your favorite hairdresser and good friend Natasha pointed out for the hundredth time.

You see, every once in a while, once your hair grows past the point of driving you crazy, you usually just buzz it. Well, at least most of it. Normally, Natasha styles it or just trims one side. Today, the two of you were talking about buzzing the sides and back of your head, but then Wanda popped into your mind and stopped everything.

No, she didn't telepathically communicate with you. As cool as that sounds.

No, the thought of her popped into your mind.

She has only ever known you with your long hair. Would she even like you if you didn't look like... like you?

You shook your head and told yourself that, of course, she would still like you. Hell, she loves you!

Thus, the thought cycle repeats.

"Y/n, why don't you just tell her you want to get it done?" Natasha asks as she watches you look over yourself in the mirror. "Because I want it to be a surprise." You answer back with conviction. "Okay, so then why aren't we doing it?" Natasha asks another question, making you close your mouth.

You sigh.

And after a few moments, you tell Natasha to start cutting.

As your hair fell to the tile floor, your stomach began doing flips and tangling itself up, waiting to be in front of Wanda.

"Wanda?" You called out into her condo as you closed the front door behind you. "I'm in the kitchen!" Wanda yelled. You smiled at her voice and kicked off your shoes by the front door before making your way through her space.

It was just as soft and cozy as she was.

The smell of cinnamon and apple pie filled your nose as you walked closer and closer to her green-tiled kitchen. That backsplash was the first thing she did to make this place her own.

You loved the color.

"Smells amazing!" You said as you appeared around the corner of the kitchen as Wanda pulled out a second pie and set it on a stand to cool.

Wanda briefly glanced your way with a big smile. "Thank you!" She turned back and turned off the oven as she started moving around to put some dirty dishes into the sink. "I made two pies. One for us and the other for Agatha. I think she and Ralph are having some trouble, so I thought I would bake her a pie, too." You leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen with a warm smile, watching as your girlfriend.

She really was beautiful inside and out.

"It took me forever to find the specific brand of apples I wanted. You know, I didn't want it to be too sweet or sour, and then-" Wanda shook her head after wiping her counter down. She let go of the rag and chuckled. "Sorry." She glanced towards you again.

Still not noticing the WestView Witches baseball cap you're wearing to cover up your haircut.

"I'm rambling." Wanda brushes her apron and quickly unties it before fast walking to you with a spring in her step. She quickly kisses your lips and pulls away as she hangs up the apron. "How was your day?!" She looks towards you, and then that's when you see her notice in her eyes. Her mouth goes from a smile to a shocked look. She takes a step back and looks over your face before she reaches out and gently takes your chin, moving your face from side to side. "Y/n- I- when-" She can't form a sentence as she lifts her hand to the baseball cap. "Can I?" She asks after a beat.

You nod, afraid saying anything will spook her.

Slowly, Wanda grabs the end of the cap and lifts it off your head. You hear her breath hitch as she looks over your very short hair. Her fingers slowly run through your hair before she brings them down along the backside of your skull, where the buzz is prominent, making you shiver slightly at the contact of her nails brushing you.

Wanda notices as her eyes move to meet yours. "Does that hurt?" She asks carefully. You laugh through your nose and shake your head. "It feels good. Really great, actually." You say in the same tone as her. Wanda nods, glad that she isn't hurting you.

She brings her hand back up and runs through it again with more pressure. "How does that feel?" Wanda asks.

"Good. Touching the back is the best part." You say before making a joke. "I feel like sheared sheep." Wanda can't help but smile and laugh quietly before she removes her hand and brings it down to yours. Holding you. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I wanted it to be a surprise." You say, looking to Wanda, who looks to you, waiting for more. "It's just something I've always done. Do you hate it?" You then question, and just as quick as you ask, Wanda shakes her head, giving you an answer. "I don't hate it. I just wish I would've known." She squeezes your hand.

You nod.

After a few seconds, Wanda grips your hand. "How about while we let the pies cool, we can go sit and relax," Wanda says, making you nod and following her to the living room, sitting next to her on the couch in your usual spots.

Wanda flips through some channels before coming across a marathon of her favorite sitcom.

The two of you relax and cuddle into one another. Letting the surprise of your haircut fall into the back of everyone's mind.

After an episode of the show, you feel Wanda's hand move from scratching your back to up your neck and through the back of your head, stroking your buzz. You smile and let out a satisfied sigh that makes Wanda look over at you with her own smile. "I like it." She states making you feel warm and happy with your choice.

You turn to her. "I'm glad." Wanda leans into you and kisses you as her fingers scratch your head. "My little sheep." She jokes as you two part, making you roll your eyes. Playfully.

All in all, that joke wasn't as bad as when you brought Agatha her pie, and she turned to Wanda and said: "So how many Y/n's do you have to count in your sleep to you fall asleep?"

dividers by @/benkeibear

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Lollipops and Lodorform !!♡

( Death Island!Leon x GN!Medic!Reader || patching up your favorite agent ♡ mutual pining || mentions of injuries/a bit of cussing ♡ if i missed anything plz tell me im so so so tired rn)

The anxiety of being in a waiting room was daunting for him. The feeling of guilt in his heart tugged at his chest as he waited. He didn't know why he felt guilty, like he did something wrong.

Despite the various times he'd been ragdolled on missions, cut up, thrown carelessly around by horrors that Leon didn't want to think about right now, the thing he feared most was hospitals. He didn't like the lodorform smell, the blinding fluorescent light fixtures from above that made everything below them look bland. He hated how enclosed everything was, long hallways, confusing doors.

Leon's cut out of his own thoughts when he hears his name called by one of the nurses up front. He practically jumps out of his chair, already on his feet, to see you.

The sense of familiarity with your last name gave him some sense of relief, he'd met you before out on the field, remembering the lecture you gave him on his ‘acting Rambo’ way of doing things. You'd probably give him another lecture once he stepped into the room you were assigned to.

“Didn't expect to see a person like you here (Y/N).” He comments, somewhat limping into the room. You were typing away at your computer, facing away from him.

Leon knew you well enough to call you by your first name instead of your last. He had the honor ever since you corrected him out in the field. You were a medic, not a doctor.

Being thrown around like a sack of potatoes wasn't too kind on his body. He whinces a bit in pain as he sits down on the parchment paper set on the exam paper. It crinkled under his weight as he sat down the best he could comfortably. “Same here, Leon. When I saw your name on my waiting list, I had to look twice.” You finally turn around, smiling at him. Your smile quickly fades as you see his injuries, Leon notices this but still tries to keep himself level-headed. As if he wasn't thrown across a room mere hours ago.

You get up from your chair, visibly concerned for him. Of course you were concerned, he was hurt. His right hand covering his arm, you lean closer to get a better look at his wound. “Who did this to you?” You ask in a concerned tone, already pulling out the medical supplies you needed to tend to his wounds. As always, Leon tried to play it off cool, play it off casual as if fighting biological man-made horrors was normal. Clearly, it wasn't. “Some guy.” He replies, not elaborating much on exactly who hurt him. At least he was giving you some idea. Usually, he'd rather talk about what you were up to without him or movies he's watched on the shitty cable TV he had back at the motels he stayed at during missions.

“Sure…some guy..” You repeat, gently moving his arm to size up what type of injury you were dealing with today. It was always something new with Leon, and you were always fondly surprised hearing about what he's done on missions by reading his mission excerpts. Glancing back at his wounds, you wonder who or what exactly caused them. You take his word for it. Some guy.

“What brings you over to a place like this? Shouldn't you be out in the field?” Leon tilts his head as he asks his question, leaning against the wall as he sits. “I asked the suits to be stationed here to help out. The staff is underfunded. I didn't expect you to turn up here either.” You reply, pulling out a bottle of antiseptic. He grimaces in anticipation of the stinging feeling he'd get once it makes contact with his skin as he eyes the contents of the bottle.

“Well they wouldn't send me to just any old hospital.” The agent says in reply, smiling nervously as you pull out cotton balls and dab the antiseptic onto them. “That's true. They probably sent you to me specifically for a reason.” That reason being you were a part of the DSO as well, though only you and Leon knew that. No one else did. They wouldn't send Leon to any old doctor. It must've been fate that brought you two together. Some cheesy shit like that, maybe. Or maybe Leon was watching too many romcoms again. Wasn't his fault they were the only things able to broadcast on the shitty cable TVs he had in the motels he had the misfortune of stayed at.

The agent sucks in a breath through his teeth, eyes quickly closing shut when the cotton soaked antiseptic makes contact with the tender reddened flesh on his arm. It'll probably take an hour or two for a full check-up with you. Just to make sure he's alright. That he's okay.

You hand Leon a lollipop, a run-on joke between the two of you. It was a joke at first, that joke turned into a routine whenever Leon eyed the bag of candy you always carried with you expectantly. He doesn't even bother to look at the flavor on the wrapper, stuffing it in one of his many pockets on his person. He puts the lollipop in his mouth, realizing the taste. Butterscotch. His favorite. Second to blue cotton candy. He's pleasantly surprised you still remember him mentioning that to you.

“You need to cut out the Rambo shit, okay Leon?” You sigh softly, Leon knew this was coming. The ‘acting Rambo’ lecture. “You know how much paperwork it is to send medical records to the guys upstairs every single time I patch you up? I worry about you, Leon.” You say, sitting back down in your chair and writing something down on a clipboard.

“You don't gotta worry about me, you know that? You don't have to. It isn't your job to worry over a guy like me.” Leon takes the lollipop out of his mouth as he speaks. He's a bit tired of the lecture you always gave him. But if it meant that he could see you, he'd listen to it over and over again like it was his favorite vinyl on record. Hell, he'd even repeat the words like a chorus to a song if it meant seeing you again. “I know, but…” you trail off, eyes softening as you look at him. Even though you were a medic, at this point, his medic you hated seeing him hurt. “You worry me...” You finish your sentence, getting up from your chair.

“Promise me you'll stop being so reckless?” You ask, crossing your arms. “Who are you, my mother?” He teases, chuckling softly at his own little joke.

That chuckle turns into a pained groan when he buckles forward, clutching onto his side again. You reach your hand out, though Leon gently swats it away. “You're hurt.” You murmur to yourself, pulling your hand away.

“Promise me you'll stop being so reckless.” You repeat as you kneel down slightly to look at Leon, who was still buckled over in pain. He breathes heavily, leaning himself back up against the wall again. “How ‘bout you promise me you'll never run out of butterscotch lollipops?” That dumb smile on his face Leon confidently asks his question makes you smile yourself.

“It's a deal, then?” You ask, getting up and handing Leon a blue cotton candy lollipop. This time, he looks at the flavor, smiling to himself even more. “Deal.” He says, putting the lollipop in his snack pocket.

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I Know What I Said

Quackity x reader (any pronouns)

Please send in requests!! I’m aching in my bones for things to write please please please

“I’m not looking for anything right now.”

The words repeated in your mind day and night, gripping and tugging at your heart. You’ve wanted to admit your feeling to Alex for the past few months after coming to terms that they wouldn’t just go away on their own. You’ve know him for over a year now, and the feelings only keep growing stronger. “The worst he can say is no,” is what your friends kept telling you, but he’s already said the worst thing in your opinion.

“I’m not looking for anything right now.”

You thought you’d bring up the topic of dating in general to him and try to gauge his feelings before admitting your own first. Kind of just beat around the bush. You thought maybe he’d just come out and admit he had a crush on you and then you could easily slip in how you felt about him too. Or maybe he’d pull the old “well my friend has a crush on their close friend they’ve known for a while but he just doesn’t know how to confess without ruining their friendship” and you could respond with “well he’ll never know unless he confesses, right?” and then he’d confess his feelings and turn out to be the “friend” who wanted to confess the whole time. Just like in movies and fanfics, right? Right? Wrong.

When you brought up the topic he went into a full rundown of how he just doesn’t see himself dating anyone anytime soon because he’s just so busy with his career right now and blah blah blah. As soon as he started talking you had just tuned it all out. His voice was drowned out by the voice in your head telling you to pull it together and choke down the icky feeling in your chest. The unrequited feeling. The only part of his entire response you heard loud and clear was the part you keep hearing play over and over in your head.

“I’m not looking for anything right now.”

Well shit. What do you do now? Respond with a chuckle and a “haha yeah me either”? Cut him off and tell him that he’s wrong and that you’re what he should be looking for? Admit your feeling regardless? Your thoughts were cut off by him asking you the question right back. “Sorry I feel like I really went on for a while. I didn’t mean to unload all that on you. Anyway, what’s your opinion on dating stuff?”

He asked the question so simply like he had no idea why you had asked him in the first place. “Umm,” you started, “well I mean yeah I guess I can see where you’re coming from. I guess I’d feel the same way if I was in your shoes. I don’t know. I guess for me dating is just like something I’m ready for now in my life. Im kind of tired of being single honestly, but hey, you know at least I’ve got you around, right?”

Alex grinned at the end of your last sentence. “Yeah, of course! I’ll always be here as your best friend so you don’t have to feel like a loner,” he chuckled. “But hey, you know if you’re trying to look for someone I’ll be the best wingman to ever walk this earth. And if anyone starts giving you shit or mistreating you, send em to me.” He turned from you and started throwing punches at the air and you couldn’t help but throw your head back in laughter. Alex was such an amazing friend to you and you started to wonder if wanting him as more than a friend was too much to ask in the first place. You were already lucky enough to have him care for you on a friendship level. The words still plagued your mind regardless.

“I’m not looking for anything right now.”

It’s been over a month since that happened and you continued to hang out with Alex like normal. You tried so hard to push your feelings for him down and appreciate the friend you had in him. The two of you had been hanging out all day and at the end of the night, he offered to drive you back home. The car ride to your place was more quiet than usual; void of loud music and laughter. It had been a long and eventful day and you were both exhausted from all you had done that day.

Alex pulled the car up to the front of your place and you reached to the floorboard of the car to grab your things and tell him goodnight before getting out. Before you could unbuckle your seatbelt, Alex’s voice broke the silence.

“Hey. I just…can I tell you something?”

“Uh yeah sure,” you responded as you placed your hands back in your lap and turned your body to better face him in the car.

He looked down from your face to his cup from the fast food restaurant you both ate at earlier as he played with the straw. “I lied. I lied to you and I’m sorry.”

You were too confused to respond as your mind raked through all of the things he could’ve possibly lied to you about.

He started up again, “I know I..well when we talked before…fuck like I didn’t mean to really say-“

“Alex spit it out. You’re making me nervous,” you said in a half speaking and half laughing voice trying to cover up the waver in your voice. Your fingers were already toying with each other as you tried to ease your nerves for whatever was to come.

“y/n I know this is gonna be awkward and I’m so sorry but I should’ve said it then and I’ve been making myself sick trying to think of a time to tell you this.” He brushed the pieces of hair back that were falling over his eyes as he finally looked back up to you. “I know I told you before that I wasn’t really looking for anything but the truth is that I’ve actually been falling for you. So hard. And before you interrupt and ask me why I said what I did, shit, I don’t know. I just..I just freaked out because I wasn’t expecting you to just ask me that out of nowhere.”

“Alex, Im sorry I didn’t mean to-“

“No please don’t apologize I should’ve just owned up to it and told you then because I really and I mean really wish I had. It’s been gnawing at me so bad that I didn’t take the opportunity to tell you. You honestly make me kinda nervous ever since I realized I wanted something more than friends with you.” His eyes dropped from yours again and went back to playing with the plastic straw.

“I make you nervous?” You could help but grin as you said it. You couldn’t believe he actually admitted to being nervous around you.

“Yeah yeah yeah go ahead and make fun of me, whatever, I knew I should’ve left that part out,” he scoffed as he rolled his eyes and sat back into his seat.

“No I’m glad you told me. I think it’s cute.”

“Oh so you think I’m cute?” He sat up straighter in his chair and smirked. “So you like me?”

You rolled your eyes at his sudden comeback in confidence after all the nervous toying with his straw he was just doing moments ago. He always ate up any little compliment you’d given him and you hated to admit you loved it.

“Yeah honestly I’ve had feelings for you for a while, and if you must know, I was actually trying to confess to you back when I asked your opinions on dating but wouldn’t you know, someone cough cough shut me down before I could. Mr. I’m not looking for anything right now.” You said the last part with finger quotes as you playfully rubbed what he said into his face.

He reached up and lightly smacked your finger quotes out of the air while trying to make an obviously forced angry face. “You should’ve just said it anyway. We could’ve been going on a date today and not just hanging out as friends. And then I could’ve kissed you goodnight when I dropped you off,” he wiggled his eyebrows as he said the last sentence.

Your face already started heating up. You knew exactly how a lot of your days spent together could’ve gone if you two had already been dating by this point. You practically thought about it every time you hung out together and every time you laid your head down on your pillow at night.

This time, you were the one to break the silence. “I mean, we still could,” you said quietly in the darkness of his car. “Only if you want to I mean I know we both just now told each other how we feel but I’m okay with-“

Your rambling was cut off with his lips shutting you up. It was just a peck, but as he pulled his head away you instinctively reached up to pull him back in. It was just a series of small closed-mouth kisses, but it was more than you could’ve imagined receiving from him just 15 minutes ago.

You pulled away from the kiss but kept your face close to his as your eyes scanned his. “I can’t believe you lied to me,” you whispered through a smile in the darkness.

“I’ll make it up to you, baby, don’t worry,” he whispered back as he closed the distance between the two of you again.

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heyy I was wondering if you could write for carmilla and a shy s/o?

(Ignore if you don’t feel like it! Tysm have a great day/night!)

𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆.

› ..your heart yearns for her, and her hands beckon your embrace. — i did write this with a fem reader in mind, but can be read as gn. i refuse to write male readers with carmilla bc she is so lesbian coded istg. ALSO!!!! sorry if this isnt much of a shy reader! but i did my best im sorry 💔💔 pls forgive me if u dont like it lol

“What is it, sweeting?” She murmured, hands holding your face. Her thumbs caressed your cheekbones, the skin swelling with heat.

“Nothing.” You simply said, averting her gaze. Your eyes drifted away from her blue ones, down to her crimson lips, to her pale neck, and to the carmine of her gown, and then to the gold upon her fingers. God, she was beautiful, one of the prettiest creatures you’d ever seen. However she let a smile play on her lips. It was small, corners flicking up in amusement.

“Nothing?” Carmilla repeated, her head tilting slightly, just slightly and leaning down closer to your face. “Your stares from afar are nothing?” She was teasing you, left hand moving to cradle the base of your skull, resting on the nape of your neck as her right went down to your jawline, thumb sliding over your lips.

You were cute, with your averted gaze and flushed expression. It was just like when she first met you, well, saw you. Your eyes never met hers, your voice was always quiet, too soft for her ears to catch. She picked up on your heart picking up whenever she walked near or caught your gaze, the pumps echoing throughout the walls of her palace. But now in these moments you were hers, wrapped on her finger, heart in her hands.

“Yes, nothing.” You flushed, chewing the inside of your cheek. Your weary gaze met hers, greeted with nothing but amusement and warmth.

Her lips parted into a grin, white fangs dipping ever so slightly into her bottom lip. Goodness, your voice. It was a melody, a string of perfection to her ears.

Soft, quiet, tender.

She had never loved much in this world, living a life of anguish, a life of contempt. But you… your spirit, your soul, damned to hell she was. Her love was sinful, unholy. Her heart had a yen for you, for centuries. For a love she did not know she needed.

“I have ached for you,” she murmured. “I have yearned for you. For centuries I did not know what caused my anguish.” Carmilla’s tone was tender. Something you only knew. “But you, my love. You cured it. For that, you have my undead heart, forever and always.”

You could feel the truth in her words, and your heart fluttered. You leaned into her touch, although it was cold, you warmed it.

Her lips touched yours, ghosting over your own. Her eyes were closed, as yours followed suit. Your blush grew hotter, a hand resting upon her shoulder. You melted into her, and she you.

You were hers. Forever and always you were hers. She claimed your heart, your soul. Your love.

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Welcome to demon school iruma - kun

Characters Asmodeus

I need help with my life choices. "Hello, darkness my old friend...I'm here to unhappily see you again"

(Also, im going to do this seperate so go to part 1 to see the others when im done or just go to my master list, and the setting of this is where they are in college; etc.)

[This is the settings where they are in college or as young adults]

Part 2 (smut) your here!

Part 1

Reader is: "bold"

Asmodeus~♥︎

"M– master!"

"Hm? Yes Asmodeus dear?"

His heart fluttered although soon enough lust filled him when you tugged and continued to play with his chest. "I'm n- hngh...not a girl.."

(I feel like this is more male than female but I assure you I'm trying to make both genders :D)

" plea– ahh! I- I want more, please...master?"

His legs are trembling, and his knees goes weak. You slowly kissed his neck, trailing down to his stomach. His breath hitched as you played with his chest. He tried muffling his moans but failed after you started grinding. You took off his pants, as now he doesn't have anything to cover himself.

He tugged your sleeve, "it feels embarrassing to be the only one naked..." You chuckled.

F! Reader

You took off your shirt as he watches. "You know you can touch it right?" He widens his eyes, but quickly put them in his mouth to muffle his moans as you stroke his cock. He squirmed, you took a hand full of hair and tug it to make him face you. He whines, struggling to go back until you bit his neck. He arched his back, you knew he was close by how loud he was but you decided to stop, edging him. His face fills with shock then desperation, crying lightly.

"You think I'll let you go that easy, pretty boy?"

Shocks of pleasure go through him, he could just cum right there, by your words. 'Pretty boy' as the words that came out of your mouth repeated in his head until he snapped back to reality and sees you on top of him. You slammed down, earning a loud, lewd moan. He covered his flustered face with his hands as he take a peek at your beautiful figure. You took away his hands from his face. "Be a good boy and don't hide from me."

He listened. You slammed back down, repeating without him getting used to such pleasure. It was fun to see him ruined like this, eyes rolling, drool dripping to his neck. He was a moaning mess.

It's been hours, his puffy eyes as he begs you, well now he can't even think to know what he was begging. Finally, his pleas were answered as you continued. He was whimpering since his throat was to soar from screaming.

"C- cuming— Please!– hngh!"

His eyes rolling, arching his back as he came. He would've thought he was dead until you started going again. His eyes widen as he throws his head up, sensitive from his last orgasm and edging.

"N- no More~! Pleashe, too much!— AHhH~! Hah-"

His words started to be less clear

"I promise I'll be gentle..♥︎" (you didn't)

The next day, his legs were stable, just sometimes a little trip or stumble. He did what he usually do although he would look away blushing and pouting [you didn't keep your promise of being gentle with him last night] whenever you were in the same room. It seems that the room is only hot for him. Wonder why.

M! Reader

"No, i- it's fine! I can do it!"

It's quite cute seeing him filled with such determination doing such...things

He put lube in his finger and inserted in him. He flinched how cold it was, whining by the contact of it. Now he felt himself heating up when he noticed you were looking at him, watching like you were gonna eat him up!

"Oh? You stopped. Don't mind me, continue. Just pretend I don't exist"

Your words weren't really encouraging but he did continue. He inserted another then another

He pushes your chest down and you let him do as he please. He took down your pants seeing your hard cock spring out. Now he thinks if three fingers are really enough? He felt your hands slithering to him, putting a blindfold on him. He whined but did nothing.

He takes hold of your cock, slowly getting used to your size. He hopes that was all, it wasn't but he doesn't need to know. You twist him around, his back on your chest. He tried turning around but you stopped him.

"Why not look in front of you instead of pouting?"

You took his blindfold off, and he was flustered. Seeing him sitting on your lap, squirming how it's so lewd seeing him like this, and your cock is only halfway in....halfway? He became more redder when he realized it. You slammed into him, putting your full length while he choked on a moan, tongue rolling out as his brain turned into mush. He leaned near your neck. Whimpering at the pain and pleasure of being stretched out by you.

"You know, I feel quite tired, why not you work for it?~" You teased.

You widen your eyes seeing him starting to bounce on your cock. He felt his arms and legs give out, the only thing stabling him is your hands on his waist. He whimpered, trying his best to pleasure you! Please call him a good boy, won't you?

"Please, it feels- hgn...not as good as you do it [name!]" He whined as he turned around and laid on your chest.

He actually said your name, maybe you should reward him for being so good ♥︎

You picked him up and put him on the bed, thrusting quickly making him moan. He gripped the sheets trying to not fall off, he blushed at the lustful sounds he makes but soon pleasure takes over him as he is almost at his climax.

"[Name], please cum in me! I want your cum!"

He put his arms over your neck as you started to pick up the pace, you two came soon after.

"Let's have a few more rounds, don't you agree?"

He gulped as hearts formed in his eyes. The next day he could not walk. He was carried by you everywhere, the class was worried for him. If only they knew the cause of it ♥︎

[vulpisnocturna]

Can I req 14 with Itachi??? Im down bad for rough dom Itachi~

Anon, this is absolute filth. I am also down bad astronomically for this Itachi :')

Link to NSFW prompt list

14) Character and reader in a consensual-non-consensual fantasy

Warnings: Reader and Itachi being ✨actors✨, CNC, degradation kink, praise kink, pretend kidnapping, light bondage, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal sex, creampie, power play, no Massacre AU

NSFW - Minors do not interact

‘Are you sure, my love?’ he asked, fingertips ghosting your cheek as he kissed you gently. He had asked you at least ten times in the past hour, wanting to make absolutely certain that you were comfortable, that you wanted this, that you liked the idea.

‘I’m sure, Itachi. I trust you completely. I want this’ you said, turning your head to kiss the palm of his hand. He nodded, his eyes turning into his sharingan as he gave you a gentle look.

‘And if you ever feel uncomfortable…’ he said, and you rolled your eyes, repeating the safe word as he’d asked you to do a dozen times.

‘Good. You can go now. I will give you ten minutes before I start’ he said. You hurried outside, jumping onto the rooftop and towards the forest. You knew Itachi would be onto you quickly, too quickly, but you tried to play the game at the best of your abilities. After all, that was also part of what made it so hot. You were panting fifteen minutes after as you rested against a tree trunk, your stomach in a knot as the dark, silent forest around you seemed to engulf you. Of course he wouldn’t make any noises. But it only meant you had no idea of where he was. 

When you felt a presence behind you you could not help but squeal as you turned and tried to jump away. He was quick to catch you, and you wondered how you had managed to be caught in an arm lock behind your back so quickly. His grip was steely, you could not move an inch. 

‘You’re coming with me’ his breath fanned your ear, and you thrashed against him, tearing a quiet groan from him as he pushed you against the tree, gripping your jaw and keeping your hands above your head.

He forced you to look into his crimson eyes, and you felt the world spin and darken around the edges.

‘Shh. You can’t do anything against these eyes. Sleep’ his voice was deep and mellow, thick like honey as it lulled you into losing consciousness.

When you woke up, you found yourself tied to the bed, your hands tied in a knot impossible to undo without help. 

Itachi was standing against the wall in front of the bed, carmine eyes shining in the dim light, his ANBU uniform doing nothing but highlighting his toned body. He looked at you, sending a shiver down your spine. His eyes were already liquid with want, but also dangerous and enigmatic. 

‘What do you want?’ you spat, struggling against the bindings. He uncrossed his arms, gracefully stepping closer to you and tilting his head at your weak attempt at getting out of the bindings he had made. 

‘Information. I want to know what your mission is, and the classified information you carry with you as a member of your ANBU squad’ he said calmly, his eyes boring into yours. 

‘Like I’d tell you anything’ you hissed, starting to get more and more turned on as Itachi smirked lazily, his fingertips brushing your hair away from your forehead almost contemptuously.

‘I didn’t imagine you would. No matter. I have other methods to make you compliant’ he said, his eyes roving down your body, making your mouth dry and your stomach tight. 

‘You could just use your sharingan, right? Make me talk with a genjutsu’ you said, staring at him as he traced your pulsing artery on your throat, making you swallow heavily.

‘That would be entirely too easy’ he murmured, pinning your hips down with his hand as he leaned forward to trace your lips with his tongue. You couldn’t help the small whimper that escaped you, and he lifted his head, smirking, before he dipped it again into the crook of your neck, breathing deeply.

‘So afraid, and yet so pliable. You must really want me’ he murmured, pleased as he licked the length of your throat. 

‘No’ you muttered, even though your mind was screaming yes, yes, yes.

And he knew it, because he laughed darkly, and the glint of metal caught your eye. The kunai gleamed in the light of the lamp as his elegant hands handled it and ripped your clothes, not even nicking your skin under his precise cut. 

‘How pretty. How sweet you are, glaring at me. I look forward to seeing that fade into desperate longing’ Itachi whispered, cutting your trousers and throwing them away along with your shirt, leaving you shivering in your underwear. 

‘Release me now’ you hissed, whimpering again when his hand gripped your jaw and he kissed you harshly, leaving you no time to react or take any control as he bit and licked your bottom lip, using your little gasp to push his tongue in your mouth, his hand gripping your hip hard enough to leave bruises.

‘Such a dirty mouth should be used for more useful things. Such as moaning and whining, and telling me what I want to know’ he said sweetly, his kunai once again flashing in the light as he swung it upward to cut your bra and underwear. You were absolutely drenched at that point, wondering how he was this good at making you believe this little scenario. 

His eyes roamed your body with clear, unbridled hunger in them, and he smirked as he stared between your legs, putting the kunai back in his holster and spreading your legs. At first, you let him, impossibly thrilled to have his hands where you needed him most, but then you remembered what you should do. You kicked your legs and thrashed, but he was quick to nestle himself between your legs and pin one thigh down with his knee and the other with his hand. 

‘Do not pretend to be a proper girl now. You are absolutely soaked for me. And I haven’t even touched you. Such a little slut’ he drawled, licking your sternum, his free hand palming your breasts before his tongue twirled around your nipple, making you moan and roll your hips.

‘I wanted information, but now I think you might need a lesson. What kind of kunoichi gives up so easily? Are you so desperate to be fucked like a slut? Your desperation is pitiful’ he said, sucking on your nipple, his teeth scraping it and making you whimper again as you weakly struggled against him. 

‘I’m not desperate’ you said, though you knew it to be false. You were dying for his touch on you, anywhere on your body. Itachi chuckled, his fingers dragging up your cunt and flicking your clit. You keened loudly, spasming underneath him. 

‘No? Don’t tell me you can get even more desperate. Be a good girl and stop fighting, and I might let you cum’ he said, stroking circles around your clit, making you gasp and turn your head from side to side, trying to hold back lewd moans of pleasure that would only prove his point. 

‘As if you could’ you tried to make your voice venomous, but it came out breathy and lustful, which only made him hum in approval as he sucked on your tits, leaving purple marks in his wake.

‘I could make you cum with my fingers alone, little kunoichi, but I think I will gift you my tongue just to see you squirm and whine. Your little whimpers are quite entertaining’ he said, pushing two fingers inside you. You squeezed around them, a breathless moan building in your throat as he curled them and pressed against the perfect spot. His mouth lowered to lick the hollow of your hips, and he forcefully spread your legs, looking at you with a lazy smirk as he licked your clit, groaning as he sucked on it. You whined just as he had promised you would, and he pumped his fingers inside you, tormenting your clit with ruthless licking, sucking and pressing of his tongue until you were a moaning mess and you had no strength or will to even pretend to fight anymore. You clamped around him, the best orgasm of your life washing over you, making you moan loudly and unabashedly. 

You slumped on the bed, moaning quietly and rolling your hips into his face as he followed your rhythm, your clit pulsing with every small flick and lick of his devious tongue. 

‘How selfish of you, little slut. You couldn’t even wait for my cock. I suppose a slut like you would not be able to contain herself’ crooned Itachi, removing his vest and undershirt and his slacks and briefs, stroking his thick cock in front of your cunt. 

‘Now be a good girl and beg for my cock’ he said, rubbing it up and down your labia, making you crazy with want. You just wanted to be filled by him, to feel him thrust inside you and rub against your g-spot with the upward tilt of his cock, but you were supposed to fight him off, to resist. You couldn’t even think anymore. 

‘Fuck you’ you spat, your stomach tight at the thought of what he would do now, how he would react, how rough he would be with you.

‘Oh? How rude. Such a foul-mouthed slut’ he said, pinching your nipple and making you whimper, his cock still teasing your labia and clit, making your hips jerk against him. 

‘Beg. Or I will leave you like this, desperate and rutting against my cock just to get the tip inside you. When you could have all of it inside your pretty little cunt, filling you to the brim. You want that, mh? All you have to do is be a good girl for me’ he murmured against your ear, sucking on the curve between your neck and your shoulder, forcing the tip inside you, letting your walls squeeze him and pull him in.

You did not care anymore. You could not even remember what you were supposed to do. 

‘Please fuck me’ you whispered, rolling your hips into him. He smirked, thrusting inside you all at once, making you scream silently, your back arching into him. He moaned, biting down on your neck.

‘That’s a good little slut’ he said, pushing your legs up and far apart, hooking his elbows under your knees and keeping you completely open and exposed to his relentless assault. You bit your lip hard, eyes rolling to the back of your head, his cock everywhere, dragging deliciously back and forth against your tight walls, rubbing against your g-spot and brushing against your cervix, making you absolutely insane with pleasure. 

‘Look at you. Fucked stupid. So much so for fighting me off. You are such a slut for my cock. I might just keep you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?’ his voice was rough and seductive, and he paired it with the constant, maddening drag of his cock as he slammed into you, making the knot in your stomach get tighter and tighter.

‘Mhhhm’ was all you could moan, mouth agape in gasps and tears forming at the corners of your eyes as your nails embedded themselves in your palms.

‘You can’t even speak… so sweet. You look much prettier when you’re desperate to cum on my cock. Cum then, little slut. Let me see just how much you don’t want this’ he crooned, pushing your legs higher and getting rougher, making you quiver and sob as the knot in your lower stomach snapped like a rubberband, making you scream out your orgasm. Itachi cursed, his hips stuttering as he came, fucking his cum into you even before he was finished spilling inside you. 

He released your legs, moaning and gripping your hips as he gave lazy, shallow thrusts.

That had been hot, you thought. Way too hot not to do it again ever so often. 

[silkbab3y]

[ Therapy ] Teo x Rosie

Based on this song [Therapy by Magic City Hippied feat Tim Atlas](https://open.spotify.com/track/46IKdGs9GbDfbKBhiTwB3i?si=0bWUx91rQ6iDCopMupNmsQ)

Prompt: Teo and Rosie head back from dinner with his parents. It’s a late night drive from the city to Corland bay.

Teo belongs to @14dayswithyou

Cw: drug use/little bit of weed nothing crazy

Was it the glow

In your eyes for me

Rosie felt the breeze brush through her hair, her hand pushing back the strands that flew over her face. The night was chilly, silent, peaceful. Her seat reclined back just a bit, her knees pressed up against the dashboard. Rosie almost felt as if she’d fall asleep the moment she closed her eyes for a second too long.

Honey you shook

My family tree

To her side in the driver seat was none other than Teo, eyes focused on the road, one hand on the wheel the other on her thigh. She shifts a bit, chocolate eyes trailing his concentrated form, watched as he brought his hand on her thigh to the wheel so that the other could bring the blunt to his lips. The smell of weed normally hurt her senses, made her nose scrunch and head turn. But she keeps her head still, eyes focused before taking in a deep breath.

When you love

You lose a piece

“I can hold it for you,” Rosie offers, resting her head back against her seat, droopy eyes blinking slowly. She doesn’t even wait for a response with her hand already reaching over, slender fingers brushing against thicker ones. Plucking the blunt from his fingers, watching him inhale and exhale. Smoke fill the area around him like a bubble, dissipating into the air, and Rosie can’t help but stare. Finally breaking her gaze from him, she looks out the window again as she takes her own drag.

She being the sun

She being the sun to me

They had just got back from dinner with his folks at some 3 star Michelin restaurant— hence the silence. Acting as his fake girlfriend, putting up a facade, Teo was probably exhausted. Rosie too, always the anxious one when it came to meeting parents. Except Rosie wasn’t sure if the man sitting beside her also felt… satisfied? A fake relationship, a facade for the sake of appearance— yet it felt… nice. Rosie would be lying if she said she didn’t want it to be real.

I need therapy

Want to get you off your feet

Swallowing, Rosie turns her head back over to him, waiting for a response, anything. But it’s quiet— too quiet for their own likings, Rosie knew this. “Did I do good?” She questions, putting on her best smile, eyes squinting a bit in amusement. She’s happy to see Teo’s lips quirk.

“Mhm,” A simple noise of acknowledgement, yet it was enough to make Rosie feel so accomplished. She watches as Teo glances her way before back at the road. It’s enough to let her know what he was saying. Rosie didn’t need him to say anything to know— sitting up straight in her seat before bringing the blunt to his lips.

I need therapy

So tenderly

She could watch him all day and night if she could, though Rosie knew it was a bit creepy to. Her tongue darts out across her lips to wet them, eyes flickering to his lips as they wrap around the end before gently sucking in. Pulling the blunt away, he repeats the motion from before— breathe in, breathe out.

“You did good.” Her heart skipped a beat, her lips twitching as she forced back a dumb grin. “Yeah I did,” she almost chokes out, giggling. “What can I say, im talented like that.”

“Very.” Her smile is more sheepish, Rosie still leaning over the middle compartment. “I think I deserve an award,” this elicits a snort from Teo, the man raising an eyebrow.

“Why?” “Uh? Cause I totally played my part, duh.” “Uh huh.” They bathed in Corland Bay’s faint lights lining the boardwalks now that they were back from the city.

I need therapy

She bring the sun

She bring the sun to me

“Well?” “I already bought you a birkins just yesterday.” “Im not talking about buying me something.” Rosie was now huffing a little, wondering if this man wasn’t picking up her signal. She takes another drag before offering him a hit, still holding it between her perfectly manicured fingers.

“What, you want a date?” To date, but not what she was asking as of now.

“You’re so slow,” Rosie bites back a groan of frustration. She knew he was playing at this point, her eyebrows furrowed a bit— but there was no heat to her words.

Could you repair

What’s left of me

The music finally became noticeable to Rosie when they both fall into silence again.

“Teo.” “Rosie.”

She pushes herself more over the middle compartment, watching him inhale the smoke. They were at a red light, the Tesla slowing into a stop. Rosie can smell the expensive cologne still clinging onto him, and she just hope she still smelt like hibiscuses.

Her hand moves to his cheek, careful of the blunt as she turns his head. And Rosie is grateful he complies, or she might’ve felt too scared to continue.

“This your ‘award’?” “Mm, my reward.”

I need the cure

Not a remedy

She leans in, just before he could exhale it all, pressing her lips to his. Slow paced and gentle, yet it was enough to have Rosie feel heat coil inside her stomach. Their lips part just a breath away before reconnecting, angling their heads to kiss more comfortably.

Rosie shudders almost when the touch of his hand brush against her waist before coming down to her hip, squeezing it. His other tangles into her hair, Rosie more than happy to let him push her head a bit. Their lips move in sync, the girl’s arms coming around his neck.

Im digging for a quick fix

No I’m never gonna jump ship

Because you give me a boat

When they finally pull away, green covers their figures faintly. Teo moves to continue driving, Rosie breathing out the smoke he had pushed past her lips. They’re silent again, but she’s sure they can go a few beats without talking before the other gets bored or antsy.

Stuck in a void

You’re my destiny

Rosie licks her lips again, smiling as she finally leans back into her chair, the leather suddenly hot under her.

“That good enough for a reward?” Teo’s voice draws out, that low and husky tone that always got Rosie’s head swirling. Sniffling a bit, Rosie looks back out the window with a dumb smile on her glossy lips.

“Nah.” She can hear the man snort at her response, almost amusingly.

“I’ll give you a better one when we out.”

I need therapy

“Your place or mine?”

[tinyidle]

Okay I need somebody to hop on this idea. 🙏 Hongjoong being in the studio late and you coming to visit him. The second I saw this photo I imagined his gf going to his studio and he kisses her like that. The kiss starts being cute and ends up in full on making out session, and they end up on the couch. From fluff to full on smut. I'm on my knees for this man. 🧎‍♀️ I would write something about this but it's been a long time and I'm scared. 😅 If somebody writes something please tag me. 🙏

if you haven't, read @mi-to-the-a's fic on this idea. this is my interpretation for the idea.

After Hours - KHJ

wc: 1.4k

WARNING: so much fluff, smut, kisses, heavy petting, kinda messy ngl, grinding, slight dumbification, fellatio, cowgirl (but barely because my man's was abt to bust), missionary (that's always fun), praise + encouraging words, slight begging, b!gd¡ck joong because we always love him, producer!joong, switch!dom!joong, girlfriend!reader, switch!sub!reader, fem reader

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you got a ping from your instagram. a notification from ateez_official; great. you look at the post pings, and-- lo and behold, it was your boyfriend in the studio. he told you earlier that he would be late once again there, so as per usual, you waited until 2 am for him to send you a text message of him coming to your house so you could spend the rest of the night with him. seeing these pics, however, you knew that tonight would be a longer night than usual. you decided to pack up as many small items you could before heading to your car and driving to the studio.

showing your designated ID to security and once again ID'ing yourself at the front desk, you quietly opened the door to a concentarated and half sleepy kim hongjoong. he looked very focused on getting a certain chord right, repeating a random rhyme scheme multiple times and recording his voice over it before deciding to put the vocal jumble into actual words for a potential demo.

he turned around a bit to get his nearly cold coffee on the nearby coffee table when he saw you, slightly startling him a bit before smiling up at you and motioning you to come near his swivel chair. "hey, baby," he greeted you, kissing your cheek when you sat on his lap. "what are you doing here, after hours?"

"well," you began to respond as you played with his already disheveled hair from the constant focus-targeted tugging," i saw that you posted what you were up to and decided to pay you an early visit before you came home." you gave him small yet passionate pecks of genuine affection that equated to 'i miss you so much that i refuse to fall asleep alone at 2 am'.

hongjoong's smile grew into a small smirk. he loved whenever you came late into the studio. of course, he never made you do it or coerce you, but being the wonderful girlfriend you are, you couldn't fathom purposefully knowing that your boyfriend has some stress that he needed to release. he knew that, and loved that caring nature about you; just as much as you did with him.

and tonight was no different. "thank you for always being a big part of why im always at peace," he gratefully said to you, kissing an exposed part of your neck after you two shared some kisses with each other. the same part he knows can turn you on in seconds, especially when it came to him. "can i give you what you give me every time i feel burdened?" throughtout his request hongjoong kept kissing all over your neck while running his hands over your clothed thigh as the other rested comfortably on his lap.

you were now breathing heavily, letting out small whimpers as hongjoong lightly bit the same part of your neck that triggers your intense want for him. you could feel how constricted his sweats were getting on his pelvic area right against your ass, and he could feel your skin heating up-- an all too-well sign of you being wet for him.

now with one of his hands now coming up to the sides of your neck while the other gets a good grip on your hip, hongjoong slowly grinds your comfy yet compressed bottoms onto each other. by now your panties and leggings have soaked through and can now be felt onto your boyfriend's obvious bulge. "well?" hongjoong asked, snapping you out of your trance as he too was breathing heavier than usual. "can i, love?"

nodding while doing your best to take off what you could without getting off your boyfriend's lap, you confirmed. "please show me how at ease i make you. please joongie."

with a simple groan, hongjoong took off his shirt to match with your now topless figure, and did his best to pull down his sweats along with your bottoms without pulling you off of him. when his erection was in full view, you sank down to your knees, leaving his once warm lap now into an annoying cool sensation.

as the man hissed and was about to ask you to get back on, his complaints were quickly replaced with a satisfied moan as you sank your mouth onto his length. "oh my go-" he groaned, eyes rolling to the back of his skull as you worked him up to moistness. even thought you told him that he can treat you, you just couldn't help but want to treat him. he is such an amazing leader, producer, rapper, singer, songwriter, friend, boyfriend; you just couldn't want to spoil him before he spoils you.

just when you were about to attempt to deepthroat him, he stopped you. you pouted at him as he chuckled and wiped away some of the drool that trailed on your chin from how wet you made his length. "you know how much i like when you blow me," he thanked you, to which you smiled like you were being congratulated for passing an important exam. "but i want to treat you. so get up on me," he demanded, hand on his soaked shaft while you got up and hovered over him with your equally soaked center.

"ready?" hongjoong asked you as he held himself up for you. it was always so endearing to you that he always asked, even though he knew both of you wanted and were ready for this. a selfless man who needs to be spoiled, you think.

gathering your thoughts so that you don't keep the man waiting, you answer, "yes. fill me up, joongie." your boyfriend nodded as he helped ease you down on his length. it was always a challenge for him to fit you, but you always made it work through his reassuring words. once you sat completely on his lap again, you allowed yourself to throb, elliciting a moan from both of you.

"fuck, baby," hongjoong groaned, holding your hips as you grinded them along him. he was feeling a bit too sentimental today and does not want to finish too soon. he lifted himself up from the chair, carrying you with him as you squeal from the sudden movement, and rest you back on the rather huge couch behind the small coffee table. "i have to fuck you like this. i don't want to cum too early."

"okay, joong- uhh fu-" just when you were about to reassure him that you dont mind and that he could do whatever he wanted, he went on a moderate yet deep pace. it only took a couple strokes and you could feel everything: his cock deep within your walls, the small bump of his head nudging your pelvic floor to where you could see him in your stomach, and your cunt stretching wide open every time your boyfriend thrust forward. needless to say, you were dangerously close.

hongjoong could tell by the way you could barely speak and had your mouth open as small groans and whines left your needy mouth. leaning down to give it a kiss, he started to encourage you while his thumb went down to rub your aching clit, causing you to jolt. "come on, baby. focus on how good you feel and how bad you want to let go. do it for me, cum for me."

you found your voice again after the encouragers and moaned aloud, "oh fuck, joongie im cumming!" you held onto your boyfriend arms as tightly as your orgasm rolled over you like a mighty wave, almost blinding you of your sense of self while your back arched off the couch.

your boyfriend was there to ride you through it, all while casually chasing his own release. "shh shh, i got you," he guided your body down the waves of your high as he pressed himself to you, spilling inside of you without you feeling anything short of satisfaction.

once both of you calmed down your storm of emotions and pleasure, what was left behind was a comforting stillness.

you lay beside each other, your skin sticky with sweat, your breathing finally slowing to a steady rhythm. hongjoong's fingers found yours, intertwining them with his as he pressed a tender kiss to your now darkened lips.

"i love you," he whispered, his voice a gentle lullaby similar to that of his music.

"i love you too," you replied, your words a soft melody in the aftermath of passion.

imagine not being down bad for this man-

anyway, hope you liked it!

[ibelieveindaryldixonsupremacy]

CW: fem! reader, oral (r! receiving) pet names, (baby,gorgeous ect), fingering (r! receiving)

other: seaon 11 where magna works at the restraunt.WLW ONLY! 🚹🔞DNI!!

magna was at work whilst you were laying in the bed of the house you shared, you glanced over at the clock, the time currently being 7:04pm. you start wondering if you should you pay her a little visit..

you stand up and get changed into a tiny, skimpy red thong with a matching bra the one magna loves the most on you. over it you wear a fancy,tight,short black dress which shows just enough of your cleavage to make her go crazy. you curl your hair at the ends and do a half up half down hairstyle clipping a cute little bow into the updo. before you leave you slip on laced heels and your elegant gloves and then you leave.

once you get to the restraunt you look around, its a lucent atmosphere and its sort of calming, apart from all the ‘fancy’ people.

you sight magna in her uniform with that cute little bowtie you know and love. she takes sight of you and after she finishes serving the miltons she walks over.

“hi beautiful.” you say

“hey baby, what you doing here.”

“i missed you..” you smile

you place your hands on her waist and whisper close to her ear “you look so good in your uniform .. i need you..”. which she replies “your playing with fire baby.” you look up at her as theres a fair beight diffrence, she tilts your chin up to face her and takes your hand before leading you away to the storage room.

once you reach the storage room its quiet and empty the only noises being the click

of the lock signaling youve got privacy, she walks closer to you and uses her body to pin yours up against a small desk thats inside of there. she looks breathtaking.. youve always had a thing for her in her work uniform and she knows that. she rolls her hips against yours which causes you to let out a soft whimper of pleasure, shes got you wrapped around her finger..she pulls down your dress and you kick it off. she sees your thong set, the one she loves on you the most. you reach out and slip the suspenders off of her shoulder, untying her bowtie and unbuttoning her shirt then sliding it off her perfect body.. “your so beautiful ..” you say as you caress her breast threw her bra “no thats you my gorgeous girl.. promise youll stay quiet for me.. relax and just let me please you?” you quickly nod..

she unclasps her bra and then undresses you fully.. slipping off your dress unclasping your bra. she moves down and continues to unlace your heels then she says “lift your hips, love.” you do as she says and she pulls your your little laced thong down your legs and lays it to the side. she lays you back on the desk, removing her footware then slipping down her trousers. she positions her face between your legs and then asks, “are you ready for me, gorgeous?” you nod but thats not enough for her “i cant hear you baby, use your words. i said ‘are you ready for me’.” she repeats and you stutter out a reply “yes magna please i need you so b-“ she cuts you off by shoving two fingers inside your tight wet pussy “fuck your already so wet for me,baby.” she takes her soft tongue and mouth kissing from your belly button down to your sensitive clit making you moan her name out of pure pleasure. “shh baby, we dont want to let people hear how good i make you feel? do we,princess.”

you shake your head as a reply and arch your back in pleasure “fuck.. magna right there” you whimper in pleasure, how you feel right now cant be described in words. “m-mhh- im gonna c-cum-“ you stutter out you feel utterly amazing she takes keeps finger fucking you whilst eating your soaked pussy “cum for me, baby. i want you to cum allover my face.”

“mh- yeah im gonna cum on your pretty face-“ your back arches and you reach your finish,tipping your head back in inexplainable pleasure whilst panting and slowly moaning and whimpering her name in pure bliss “thats it baby.. let the pleasure take you…thats my goodgirl..” she captures your lips in a passionate kiss.

a few minutes after your high she dresses you and makes sure your okay.

“you hungry baby? anything you need? she asks caringly.

“hm, water would be nice please.” you add

“coming right up baby, stay here.”

DT: @r0b2nswrld

[noobydabooby]

Gekko x reader

I LOVE HIM SO LIKE HES SO BBG

Tw: Angst??

SORRY IF IT KINDA SUCKS ITS MY FIRST TIME WRITING ALSO GREEN TEXT MEANS FLASHBACK ALSO LETS JUST SAY SAGE’S RESURRECTION WASNT WORKING AT THE TIME😭

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Gekko looked at your weak form as you lay against the wall, blood seeping from your bullet wounds. His eyes weld up in tears as he tried talking to you to keep you with him.

“Focus on me (Agent name) please you can make it Sage is on her way.”

Wingman made sad noises next your legs, shaking you constantly to keep you awake. You desperately tried looking into his eyes, failing to do so but still managing to keep your eyes open.

“I’m fine Gekko,” Your voice trembled.

A single tear finally broke through Mateo’s eye, his head hanging low as he tried hiding his tears from you.

“You’re gonna be alright (Name),, its just a small wound,” He sniffled

You weakly brought your hand up to his face and made him look at you. His red eyes met your dying ones. You smiled at him to try to cheer him up. His sniffles becoming more frequent the longer he looked at you.

“Remember…when we first met?” Your voice trembling as you spoke, your lips smiled slightly at the thought of your first encounter. Gekko slightly laughed through his tears as the memory played through his head.

When Gekko first arrived, he let all of his little buddies wander about anywhere. You were on a mission, so when you came back to see a purple monster sitting on your bed you were terrified. Of course Mateo explained everything and you too laughed it off, grabbing you some boba as an apology. Ever since then you too were always seen together, sticking like glue.

Gekko brought up other funny memories in an attempt to keep you awake, and was successful at first. Your energy draining as you used your strength to give him an answer back, even if it was just a small laugh.

Mateo got an alert from his headpiece, “Gekko? I’m on my way right now, I’ll be there in 10-15 minutes, try to keep them awake in the meantime,” He responded to her with a simple okay.

The two of you tried to keep up the small conversation, but your eyes starting to fail you, your head losing it’s balance as you feel yourself coming closer to death.

“Mateo..” you used his real name to catch his attention. “I’m not gonna make it..,” You breathed out, desperately trying to get air into your body.

Gekko’s tears started swelling up in his eyes again, blurring his vision. He put his hands on either side of you head to keep it still.

“No Nonono..please stay awake (Name), stay with me please. Please don’t leave me! You’re everything I have,” he sobbed, pulling you in to give you a hug.

With your remaining energy you hugged him back, leaning close to his ear to whisper. “I..I love..you M-Mateo..” Gekko’s tears wouldn’t stop falling from his eyes, all he could think about is images of you smiling at him.

He hugged you tighter, “I love you too..(Name) I always have from the moment I met you,” he sobbed. With your remaining energy you hugged him one last time before falling limp. His eyes widened as he pulled you away to look at you.

“(Name)? (NAME) PLEASE YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME LIKE THIS, PLEASE WAKE UP,” He repeated his words desperately to wake you back up.

Sage had found him crying into your shoulder, his tears falling frantically. Sova had to rip him off of your body since he wasn’t letting go.

Ever since then, Gekko had lost his good positive attitude, he locking himself away from everyone else, not even opening the door for Reyna. He often laid in his bed, looking at pictures of you and him, wishing it was him instead of you. He wondered what he could’ve done differently, if there was a way he could’ve saved you.

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OKAYY GUYSSS HOW WAS THAT FOR MY FIRST WRITING?? I KNOW IT WAS JUST A BIG RUSHED AT THE END AND IM SORRY IF IT WAS A LITTLE OUT OF CHARACTER. DW ILL PLAN ON WRITING A PART 2 SOON ALSO I THINK I MAY START WRITING GEKKO MORE OFTEN PLS LEAVE REQUESTS:))