#so im trying to stop it before it keeps going

[neeeooon]

Heyy can I request bllk guys reacting to their S/O being really sweet and soft spoken but becoming toxic while playing video games (e.g, screaming, cursing out players, crashing out when they lose)?

also can you include nagi,the itoshi brothers,nikko and ness? Thank you <3

yessss i had fun with this one so i hope you enjoy!!

when you’re a serious gamer ;

bf bllk x gn!reader. cw: cursing, pet names (from u)

nagi seishiro

-> you don’t like playing with nagi because you know you can get.. intense.. and you don’t want him to see that side of you

-> however. you’re watching him play a shooting game where he suddenly gets ganged up on and killed repeatedly, and you cannot stop your fingers from twitching

-> “nagi?” “mm?” “can i borrow your controller and headset for a minute?” “hm? oh, sure.” “thank you, baby..! WHICH ONE OF YOU FOUL MOUTH FUCKERS KILLED MY BOYFRIEND?!”

-> nagi watches, eyes slightly widened, as you shoot and kill every single player within the one minute you asked to borrow his controller

-> “y/n?” “yes, baby?” “you can keep the controller :)”

itoshi sae

-> sae never really played video games growing up, so you decided to introduce him to the basics, including one of your favorites. minecraft

-> you don’t remember minecraft being this hard

-> “sae don’t hit—AAAAAA” and you, along with all your stuff and half your house, are blown up by a creeper. “oh. those green ones explode?” “yes.” “are you dead?” “yes.” “oh. my bad.” “it’s. okay. :).”

-> but after the third time, it is no longer okay. “SAE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! SWIM TO THE SURFACE!!!” “how do you sw—oh. am i dead?” “YES.” “and i had your stuff?” “YES.”

-> your final straw and mistake of the day, taking sae to the nether. “okay, now make sure you don’t accidentally hit—SAE, NO.” he hits the piglin. “oh, why are they all hitting me?” you turn the game off after that :)

itoshi rin

-> though he was clueless at the beginning, rin is really good at video games. and it pisses you off

-> you previously won the last two games of sword fighting on wii sports resort, but rin got the hang of it quicker than you expected, and was now beating you in round three

-> “are you going easy on me, y/n?” you’re so in the zone you can’t even tell if he’s trying to talk smack or being genuine. “rin, i love you, but please shut ya mouth before i shove my wii remote into it.” “!!!”

-> he won, and it took everything in you not to throw your remote at the tv screen as he chuckled at your angry expression. “you’re a good teacher, y/n.” “don’t even.”

niko ikki

-> “oh my fucking god, i swear i’m gonna jump into the fucking screen, strangle your avatar with my charging cord, and burn your house to the ground!” “y/n?” “WHAT.” “… we’re playing roblox..”

-> yes, you were playing roblox. and some kid was trolling you for continuously falling off the ledge of the training section you’d originally joined for niko

-> “i can play roblox, i swear.” “i know you can!” “I SWEAR IM NOT THIS BA—FUCK OFF, MATTYSINGS69!!!”

-> he can’t help it. niko just laughs and laughs as you continue to bully this child online. in your defense, the kid is cussing right back at you, so you’re even

-> “i didn’t know you were so violent 😭” “pls don’t leave me over my gaming rage.” “don’t worry.. mattysings69 deserved it—“ “RIGHT?!”

alexis ness

-> poor baby is traumatized

-> the two of you were enjoying a peaceful date, playing animal crossing in his room, when some bozo visiting your island picked your tools up from off the ground

-> you can barely contain your rage. “ness?” “yeah?” “please cover your ears for a moment? :)” “.. okayy.?” “thank you :) PUT. THE TOOLS. DOWN.”

-> when the player didn’t, you used some more… creative words, some ness had never even heard of until just then. in the end, you got your tools back

-> “y/n?” “oh, yes, ness?” “… are you well?” “of course! of course :)”

[rebelssvy]

addicted ✧.*

nanami x reader ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

added twt links !!!

summary: nanami was going out of town and had you recreate his fave porn so he could record. a little spanking, sex, oral sex fem receiving, he finishes in u.

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this came from an ask. i am working on the second part of it now, ukai version. save urself. this was also my first full jjk fic!!! lmk what u think

nanami had an actual problem. he was addicted to your pussy.

he was going on a mission soon, and the though of not having you clamping down on his cock every night brought him close to tears. he’s never been this emotionally distraught in his life. finally an idea struck his mind.

“my love?” he said as you two were cuddling in bed. your wine glass was on the counter next to you. deeply immersed in his love you lazily turned to face him.

“yes?” your voice alone did things to him. ungodly things. things that made him go heavy in the head.

“my mission is coming up soon and… i just keep thinking about how much im gonna miss you.” he said rolling over to put his head in the pillows. arm still draped over you.

you could tell the man was in heat. he was always so obvious with it. the way he would get al obsessed with you. and trust me he’s always obsessed with you. there was no doubt in your mind that he loved you. but there was somthing different about the way he yearned for you.

he was truly irresistible though.

“baby?” you tapped him on the shoulder to look up at you. his face was all flushed and his hair was ragged. fuck. he was perfect.

“hmm?” he mumbled, all drawn out. the next words that were going to come out of you were going to be truly shocking to him.

“wanna fuck me and record it for when you go away?” the smile on your face was blinding as you watched his entire demeanor change.

“fuckk babe that was the sexiest thing you’ve ever said.” he said before instantly pulling out his phone. you stopped him short.

“mmhmh not yet baby… first.. lets get some inspiration.” taking his phone out of his hands. you unlocked it and went straight to the compilation of porn he had ‘hidden’ on his phone. you knew where it was a week into dating him. only just recently have you been sending eachother videos labeled ‘when r we trying this?’

excitement filled your gut. all of your body stood on end as you scrolled though his personal collection. all his kinks, all his thoughts and secrets on a screen.

some of the videos added were new. you hadn’t seen them before. like this one of a girl practically jumping up and down on her bfs dick. fuck. that shit was hot. “i imagined fuckin you like that… after work and i come home an ur al hot f’me.” he slurred like he was drunk. but he was just drunk off your pussy. not even close to touching you and he was al riled up like a dog in heat.

the next one was foul. a girl chained up to a chair as the man had his cock buried in her underwear. pinching her clit tight and smacking her ass. you didn’t know he watched stuff like this. especially since he was normally all vanilla with you. his voice rang out in your ears when he spoke. “i’m sorry darling that one…. isn’t like me. i just can’t get it out of my head though… my pretty girl all tied up to my desk in my office… fuckkk. god let me touch you.” the way he rambled on you knew he was way past his limit.

you went to set his phone down but he cut you off. “no. keep watching. i’m gonna play with you and your gonna keep watching porn. got that?” you gasped at how demanding he was. he really truly normally wasn’t like this. it was.. hot.

“okay…” you said, hesitant.

you scrolled as he kissed and licked all your open skin. taking his sweet his taking off your undergarments. when you were fully naked he spent several seconds just staring at you before touching you. your wettness pooled as he then spread your legs. looking the most eager he ever has he licked your pussy. smacking on your clit and tounge fucking you.

“keep watching my phone baby.” he said into your sloppy cunt. brining two fingers to your hole, before putting them in.

it was hard to concentrate on the, man 69 his girl. when nanami was groaning under you. just from your taste. you forcefully pried your eyes back onto the screen.

you gasped when you came across a video so unholy you tightened around his fingers. “fuck me like this! please an- and record it! pleasee babe…” you held up the video to him, a girl getting so pounded her face was pushed into the couch.

he groaned under you. “fuck babe… i have dreamt of doing that to you. fuckin ur pussy al raw…” he mumbled to himself before pulling you into a missionary position. it was more intimate. you didn’t mind. but you wanted to be fucked tonight.

he pulled out his phone, his demeanor changed. suddenly, a fire filled his eyes. slapping his stop on your clit. he recorded everything. your face, your body, your wet fucking cunt. god. you needed him.

“please… i need ur cock…” you were suddenly camera shy. you didn’t know how to act anymore.

“want it so fuckin bad…?” he mumbled before shoving himself balls deep into you. the movement was harsh. your back arched into him. he was girthy. sometimes he was too much. you screamed out. not looking at the camera.

“…look at me baby..” he mumbled, phone in hand pounding into you. you let your head fall back.

“when i say look at the camera..” his voice was sharper, before he laid a soft little slap on your spred pussy. “- u fuckin look at the camera.” that movement awoke somthing in you.

“fuck na-! harder. slap me harder.” you moaned out. as if he wasn’t already balls deep in your sopping cunt.. he pounded you at rapid speed now.

almost like that angle wasn’t enough, he turned out over onto your face, ass up, like the girl in the video.

“fuck me! nanami~ fuck i’m gonna miss your fat cock…!” you moaned out to him. the words went straight to his cock and he fucked you like it.

his pace changed rapidly, grabbing into on of your arms with his free hand, he propped the camera up with the other. getting a clear view of you taking his cock like his little doll. you watched in the phones reflection of you getting pounded. your wet pussy getting torn apart.

it was all overwhelming you came on his cock without recognizing. the pressure was too great. it was too much. you were approaching your second orgasm. you went to warn him but no words came out of your mouth. just moans and gasps. plowing for your second orgasm, the way your tight pussy clenched on his fat fucking cock made him burie his load deep in your cunt. his liquid filled u up to the brim. almost too fucked out to hear his ple’s behind you.

“god y’ur so fuckin perfect.. this pussy- all mine. fuck yes all mine…” he mumbled over and over.

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ukai ver. soon…

[organic-bloodbath]

can you pls do a thanks x reader where reader is like lowk a bad ass. enemies to lovers kind of thing. maybe they have known each other for years. she tripped up during mingle but someone saved just in the nick of time but later in the bathroom he yells at her telling her he can’t lose her because he loves her. and then they kiss and stuff and fall asleep together (im a sucker for angst with a fluffy ending🙏)

I love you, fucking idiot

Thanos x Reader

Summary: As above.

A/N: Hope you like 🫶🏻

☆☆☆

You and Thanos had known each other since middle school. You wouldn't consider the two of you friends, honestly you didn't really know what you were since you wouldn't think of you as enemies either. You had always disliked him, atleast that's what you thought, but it wouldn't go as far as hate. More like he simply annoyed the shit out of you. Thanos had been teasing and bickering with you ever since you were teenagers, and he seemed to enjoy it. It was always harmless, he never actually bullied you.

"Well, well, well – look who it is," Thanos said as he approached you and looked at your figure from head to toe before continuing. "I see you've dyed your hair."

Your hair was naturally dark brown, but you had dyed it pink a few months ago.

"Did you do it to match with me?" Thanos smiled. "Didn't know you were so obsessed with me."

"You wish," you denied, rolling your eyes. "I haven't had a single thought about you in several months."

"So, you admit you've sometimes thought about me," he pointed out and brought his hand to rest on his heart. "That's so touching, Cotton Candy."

"Don't be so full of yourself," you scoffed. "And cut the nickname, it's gross."

When the game started right after, Thanos leaned a little closer to you.

"Wanna race?" he asked.

"For what?" you asked, right brow lifted in curiosity.

"If i win, i'll get to keep the nickname for you," he suggested with a smirk.

"And when i win?" you asked. "Because there's no way i'm losing to you."

"I'll drop the nickname."

"Well, challenge accepted."

As you were running forward, trying to ignore Thanos near you, someone suddenly pushed you, making you fall on the ground. You laid there on your back, managing to stay still when the doll turned around to scan any possible movements in the area.

"As clumsy as always," Thanos mocked quietly above you, smirk on his face.

"Shut up," you mumbled in annoyance.

When it was time to move again, Thanos offered his hand to pull you up.

"I don't need your help," you muttered and started to get up.

"Stop being grumpy and take my hand," he insisted.

You rolled your eyes and let him pull you up. However, he pulled you with more force than you had expected, making you almost to trip forward again but he held you still. You were standing against him now, your heads facing each other to make you lock eyes. Right then the doll turned again, forcing you to stay still for a while.

"Did you always have freckles on your cheeks?" Thanos muttered quietly as he examined your face closer, just thinking outloud.

"Duh," you mumbled and got off his grip when you could move again, taking a quick sprint forward to get ahead of him.

In the end, you did win the game just couple of seconds before Thanos, he was running right beside you the entire way.

"Ha! I win," you mocked him. "Didn't know you let yourself go out of shape when you started focusing on rapping."

"You were just lucky this time," he huffed and rolled his eyes, not wanting to bruise his ego by admitting his defeat to you.

"This time? You want to do this again, huh?"

"Until i win."

☆☆☆

The second game arrived the next day and you were supposed to form groups of 5 with each other.

"Alright, Y/N, you're with my team," Thanos stated, as if he had done the decision by himself.

"Um, no thank you," you laughed.

"What do you mean 'no'?" Thanos narrowed his eyes, taking a step closer to you.

"Now, what kind of competition would it be if we played in the same group?" you asked, crossing your arms on your chest. "The group that finishes earlier than the other wins."

"I see," Thanos hummed. "So what's the prize?"

"You'll see," you said and winked, leaving Thanos on his own without another word to search for your own team members.

Thanos wouldn't show it on the outside, but seeing you go and find a different group stinged his heart a little in a horrible way. Having you in the same group would have meant to either die together or live together. Being in different groups would mean the other could die while the other lived. But he couldn't force you to be in his team, no.

Your group played first and you did end up winning five seconds earlier than Thanos' group. It pissed him off so badly how you could win him twice and then rub it on his face afterwards.

"So, what do i owe you?"

"Besides all those pens you never returned to me in middle school?" you asked. "Hm. New shoes."

"Aw, is that a way to ask me to go shopping with you?" Thanos asked, having that same smile on his face which you hated. "I knew you liked my company."

You just punched his shoulder before leaving.

☆☆☆

The third game started, and along with his own team, you stood next to him as well.

"Now, you're not going to start wandering around this room on your own, got it?" Thanos said to you.

"What are you, my dad?" you scoffed, but having a playful smirk on your face. "You can't tell me what to do."

God, it started to annoy him how you took this as a joke. He wanted to keep you safe – no, he needed to keep you safe.

"You're not going to leave my side, are we clear?"

"That bossing me around is both annoying and kind of hot," you admitted, one of your eyebrows lifted.

"Are we clear?" Thanos asked firmly, voice getting louder.

"Yes, sir," you agreed, but Thanos could see that you didn't take him as seriously as he would have hoped.

As the rounds went by, you did stay with him and not go on your own ways. For that, Thanos was more than thankful. Since he had noticed that you kept following him, one round he didn't look so closely at your way anymore. He trusted that you were right behind him again, because the time was running out very, very quickly now and his team was struggling to find a free room. Thanos eventually did get into an empty room right at the last second.

Thanos turned around as the door had closed and locked itself, but when he saw a guy instead of you, his heart stopped. There were three players in the room with him, and none of them were you.

You had been right behind him, he had seen you. Barely two steps behind running and searching for a room with him. Thanos had been sure of it. But you weren't in the room now.

Thanos instantly ran to the gap of the door to peek out as the shootings started.

"Y/N!"

His heart was racing faster than ever before. Several people had been left outside, you included, and now their bodies were being carried into the black coffins tied with those fucking pink bows. It was too dark to recognise which body belonged to you.

Thanos leaned against the wall in disbelief. You couldn't be gone, that was impossible. You could survive anything. You had to.

He looked at his remaining team mates who were all staring at him. Nam-gyu, Se-mi and Gyeong-su, who looked at Thanos with the most terrified look out of all three.

Thanos stormed towards Gyeong-su and slammed him right against the wall, holding him captive by his shoulders.

"Where did you leave Y/N?!" Thanos shouted. "It was supposed to be Y/N!"

Nam-gyu had to pull Thanos away with a good amount of force so that he wouldn't start beating Gyeong-su up completely.

"Chill up, man," Nam-Gyu tried to calm Thanos down. "She probably found another room, don't get all heated up in the middle of the game."

Thanos took a deep breath and scrubbed his face with his hand in frustration. God he was angry - mostly at himself how he had let this happen just like that and not kept a closer eye on you. He should have held your hand to make sure you were there, but he knew you would have refused and only pulled your hand away.

For the next round, he didn't see you anywhere among the players. There were a lot left and he didn't go through the entire carousel because he had lost all hope. He was sure there was no way you could have survived finding a room in just a few seconds.

Thanos didn't say a word as he walked back with his team after the challenge was finished. Nam-gyu tried to talk to him but he didn't spare any attention on him at the moment.

Then, his heart stopped for a mere second when he saw you walking next to another player, having a conversation with her which Thanos couldn't hear. You laughed at something what player 120 said to you.

You were alive. He heard your laugh, which was always louder than many other people's laugh normally were. Thanos was frozen still for a few seconds, only looking towards you.

He was disappointed when he noticed that you kept your attention just on player 120 and didn't scan the room for Thanos as closely as Thanos did for you. But he didn't waste one moment longer until he stormed towards you with large and loud steps that made many other players around him to turn and look at him.

Thanos grabbed your hand without a warning and pulled you behind him towards the bathroom. You tried to yank your hand off but his grip was too tight.

"Su-bong," you said. "Su-bong, stop."

He didn't listen to you, only dragged you after him so fast you were about to trip soon.

"What the fuck, Y/N?" Thanos shouted when the door had closed. He didn't know if anyone was in the stalls right now and he didn't care.

"What?" you asked with brows furrowed, confused what Thanos was on right now.

"Don't you 'what' at me," Thanos spat, then pointing his finger at you. "What the fuck was that in the game?"

"What was?"

Thanos took a deep, frustrated breath in not to explode in total pieces in front of you.

"You didn't come to the room with me," Thanos said with a chuckle, though he found absolutely no part of this conversation funny. "You weren't in our room, Y/N. Why the fuck weren't you there?"

"I tripped," you shrugged. "You were gone already so i found another room."

You looked so indifferent and how this wasn't a big deal. You looked like you didn't care and it made Thanos even more enraged, fire building inside him unbearably hot.

Thanos laughed. Actually laughed. He didn't know where it came from because none of this was funny, but his emotions unfolded in uncontrollable laughter for a moment.

"Okay Thanos, what's going on?" you asked and crossed your arms. "I tripped, found a room and i'm now here."

"Don't you understand, Y/N?" he said in desperation, putting his arms on both of your shoulders. He had stopped laughing, his face completely serious and turning into anger and annoyance again. "You could have died!"

"Yes, Thanos, i know," you took your turn in laughing. "That's the point, they kill who lose-"

"But you could have been one of them!" he yelled at you, his face now only a few inches away from you. As he looked into your eyes, his wide eyes softened and his face relaxed more, voice turning a lot more quiet as well. "I could have lost you, Y/N. I was meant to protect you."

His hands moved upwards to cup your cheeks in their gentle hold.

"I can't watch you die," he said by barely a whisper. You leaned your face into his touch, a smile spreading on your lips. It annoyed Thanos. "What's so funny?"

"You like me," you stated with a grin. "Admit it, you like me."

Thanos huffed and rolled his eyes, letting go off you. He turned around to leave without another word.

"Come on, just say it," you said playfully, starting to follow his back. He gave you only silence and tried to ignore your finger drawing zigzag patterns on his back. "Come onnnnn, Su-bong. You like me, you like me, you like-"

He turned around in a mere second, stopping on his tracks so aprubtly that you bumped on his chest.

"I love you, Y/N!" Thanos shouted. "Don't you get that?"

Your eyes widened and so did his. The words weren't supposed to leave his lips like that, but you managed to press his buttons in a way to squeeze them out of him. You looked at each other, him sparing a quick glance at your lips.

Before either of you knew it, both of you leaned in towards each other and crashed your lips into a hungry kiss.

His arms were roaming all around your body, pulling you tightly against his body by your lower back. You had your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers brushing through his purple hair. His tongue forced your mouth open wider and was able to dig itself deeper to explore new parts of you.

Then, the door of one of the stalls opened slowly a few metres behind you, startling both of you out of the trance of savoring each other.

Min-su looked at both of you awkwardly, hint of pink on his cheeks, then quickly going to wash his hands and avoiding any eye contact with you. Neither you or Thanos moved during this time, not an inch besides of your heads to follow his movements. Your left hand was resting on his shoulder, your right fingers against the back of his neck. Thanos had his hands on your lower back.

Min-su glanced at you, both of you staring at him and waiting for him to leave, and then hurried out of the bathroom without another look. You and Thanos both burst out laughing at the same time.

"Oh my god," you mumbled and wiped a tear out of the corner of your eye.

Thanos put his finger on your chin, a smirk playing on his face.

"So, want to continue this," he suggested, trailing his tattooed finger along your lip and jawline, "somewhere more private, hm?"

You pushed his hand off.

"As if."

You were about to walk past him, but he grabbed your elbow and spun you around back to face him.

"So you're just going to leave me hanging like that, Y/N?" Thanos asked, eyebrows raised close to his hairline.

"Thanos, i'm not going to go to the damn stall with you."

Thanos grabbed your face into his hands, making you look at him. You thought he was going to kiss you again, but he only looked deep into your eyes.

"Y/N, i meant it," he said seriously. "I love you."

Your brows furrowed.

"I love you and i can't handle the feeling inside me when i even think that something bad might have happened to you," he explained with such a vulnerability in his voice you had never experienced before.

You looked at him seriously for a while, until you started to giggle.

"You loveee me," you teased.

"Shut up," Thanos mumbled, rolling his eyes, and turned his back to you.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind and rested your chin on his left shoulder, gently caressing his chest with your palm in a soothing and calming way like you were trying to calm down a child after a breakdown. He stayed still under your touch.

"I think i like you too," you admitted.

"Just 'like'?" he asked. "Like, a friend or what?"

"Well, i wouldn't want to have you die either," you admitted. "It would make me sad."

"Would you cry over me?" Thanos asked.

"I might. A little bit."

Thanos knew you didn't show your true emotions easily to others and especially didn't admit them with words. He had always known that you showed your emotions through actions, not through speech. It would be useless to force you confess 'i love you' back even if you did love him.

"Would you be okay if... you saw me with another woman?" he asked slowly. "Someone else kissing me like we did, hm?"

You were quiet for a moment, still standing behind him on your tiptoes in the same position, but now grabbed his cheeks with your hand, turning his face towards yours. Your faces were so close your noses were only an inch apart from each other.

"You're mine, you hear me?" you stated seriously with a stern voice, fingers pressing hard on his cheeks. "No other woman is going to touch you as long as i live, got it?"

Grin spread on Thanos' face.

"You likeee me," he mocked you with a smile, imitating you.

"I'll hit you if i have to," you threatened but kept your hold on his shoulders as gentle and relaxed as before.

"I know you've fallen so madly in love with me," he insisted.

"And how are you so sure about that?"

Thanos turned around to make your bodies face each other.

"Because when i do this," Thanos said and simply put his hands on your cheek and lower back, pulling you closer, "you get all flustered and you scrunch your nose like this," he explained, slightly scrunching his own nose. "And you get jealous."

"I don't get flustered," you refused, narrowing your eyes, but you could feel your cheeks getting warmer.

"I'll get you to admit it some day."

"Get over yourself."

☆☆☆

When it was time to finally go to sleep, you had just laid yourself on your bunk, until felt another presence behind you. You didn't have to turn around to see who it was.

"If you think i'm going to have sex with you right now, you're very much mistaken," you stated and turned your back to him. "Go to sleep, Thanos."

Thanos scooped over to lay on the bed on his side behind you.

"Who talked about sex?" Thanos asked, like the entire thing was a foreign concept to him. "I'm tired after the game too, you know."

"What are you doing?" you asked as he put his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his body, your back against his chest.

"Getting a comfortable position to sleep."

You stretched your neck to look at Thanos over your shoulder.

"You planned to sleep here?"

"Obviously, señorita."

"Why?"

"Because that's what men do when they love a woman – or so i've heard."

"We're not a married couple, Su-bong."

"Do i have to fall on my knees to propose to you right now to make you shut up and accept me as your sleeping buddy?" Thanos asked, looking a little too serious that he'd actually do it if you kept resisting.

You eyed him for a moment until turned your head away from him back to rest on the pillow.

"If your hand wanders anywhere else than my waist i'll kick you to the floor," you stated seriously as you closed your eyes.

"Fair." Thanos lifted his head to plant a soft kiss on your temple. "Goodnight, grumpy princess."

"Gross."

"I know you love it."

[burreauxsss]

shiestys comet

background: y/n a wag for the chiefs who is dating travis kelce of 3 years finds out he cheated on her. she assures herself that she'd never watch the nfl nor date another nfl player, until a convincing quarterback hits her dms.

joe flies y/n out to cincy which turns heads, and hearts.

(all pics from pinterest/ all tweets are fake this is a 2 part series fyi)

notes: bengals are 2-1 in this scenario. oh yeah ive been up when i cant sleep to add more to this, so i hope i satisfied everyone. i also added a song playlist to this series under here. (i used spotify because not everyone has apple music.

joe burrow x reader x ex!kelce smau

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joeyb_9: keep going, tough.

username_1: thats my qb!!

username_2: hes so fine i swear

username_3: villain arc story for 9.

username_4: he had me holding my breath during this play and screaming at my tv to get up..

username_5: joe being happier than ever during that presser... either bro got laid the night before somehow or hes just happy that travis kelce isnt talking about him.

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username_6: joe i actually never were familiar with your game.

username_7: noww why is she in cincy y/n_handle: dont worry about it.

username_8: pretty girl!!

username_9: i wish i was her y/n_handle: i wish i was you, you're so beautiful too ml.

username_10: workout routine? y/n_handle: dropping soon my loves.

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bengals

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Liked by: joeyb_9, lahjay_10 y/n_handle and others bengals: "blinders on, goal oriented."- joeyb_9

username_11: y/n in these likes...

username_12: okay we might win and keep our playoff spot.

username_13: joe stop hiding y/n!

username_14: the panthers are in the actual queen city.

username_15: y/n downgrading as usual.

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joeyb_9

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Liked by: y/n_handle bengals and others joeyb_9: king of the queen city.

username_16: whos the queen then?

username_17: its y/n, we're not dumb.

username_18: hes gotten so much better since the chiefs game when he got his helmet mauled off of him.

username_19: this pic has to be insane!!

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Liked by: tmz and others duexmoi: another blind alert! according to a insta anon, ex chiefs wag y/n y/ln is hooking up with cincinnati bengals quarterback joe burrow! who has been well known to slide into multiple girls dms and encourage them to catch a flight to cincy according to another anon.

username_20: joe... out of all men in her dms?

username_21: no girl not burrow..

username_22: as long as shes happy.

username_23: some of yall are actually obsessed.

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y/n_handle

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Liked by: joeyb_9 lahjay_10 yourbsf and others y/n_handle: yeah i love it over here! joeyb_9

lahjay_10: shiesty get tf in here 🤨

joeyb_9: wdym?

lahjay_10: you're one evil man for going for travis's ex

yourbsf: joe you had one job and you suceeded.

username_24: joe this isnt you.

username_25: so this is why he didnt answer my dms... shes mediocre y/n_handle: yeah because he was too busy putting me through the mattress after beating your favorite team, try harder.

username_26: im just gonna pretend i NEVER saw her reply to that other comment.

username_27: as a chiefs fan you're a horrible person.. y/n_handle: this is coming from the same team that uses black magic to win games.

username_28: just wait for travis's little podcast traviskelce: nothings little over here. y/n_handle: traviskelce firstly idek why you're in my comments, secondly something is tiny and its not your podcast.

username_29: in shock right now

username_30: ms shiesty did not-

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y/n_handle 📍cincinnati oh

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tmz

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Liked by: e! people duexmoi and others tmz: on the new heights podcast earlier today, travis kelce shares his own opinion on the public launch of his ex y/n y/ln with cincinnati bengals quarterback joe burrow.

travis says "she knows whos better, i could care less that she downgraded. the world fortunately doesnt revolve around y/n. yes i was wrong for cheating but her getting with burrow is just childish"

y/n y/ln and travis were together for 3 years, with the engagement rumors when she fount out the cheating happened over the course of two months. y/ln made her relationship with burrow public recently after pinning her posts in cincy.

duexmoi: 🍵

username_31: isnt he coming to cincy for a show too?

username_32: i fear his ex ate though.

username_33: joe shiesty steals girls is what im hearing.

username_34: heres a idea travis, maybe she was tired of you??

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note: part 3 (the finale) boutta be petty 😶‍🌫️ anyways stay tuned.

[anakinstwinklebunny]

Fake dating with hockey player Anakin 😵‍💫😵‍💫

HOCKEY PLAYER!ANAKIN HEADCANONS

Author's note: have no idea if you meant headcanons or fic so im sorry :// also this is also an opportunity for me to ask anyone who want to send a request to be more specific! It helps a lot

You should have said no.

You knew it'd be a disaster when ANAKIN SKYWALKER said, "I need a fake girlfriend."

And you need a freaking bag full of money

The words had barely left his stupid, pretty mouth before you rolled your eyes and continued walking. But, of course, he'd not let you go that easily. He chased after you, hockey bag slung over his shoulder, smelling like cologne and screaming trouble.

"C’mon, bookworm. It’s just for a little while. My ex won’t leave me alone, and Coach says I need to ‘grow up’ and ‘be responsible.’ You’re, like, the most responsible girl I know.”

Your mistake? Stopping to listen.

Your second mistake? Agreeing.

HOCKEY PLAYER!ANAKIN who sat with you to set the rules;

"Alright, we need some ground rules,” you began, tone serious as you laid your notebook flat on the table.

Anakin leaned back in his chair, arms crossed and that signature cocky smirk on his face. "Go ahead, princess. What rules you got in mind?"

You rolled your eyes at the nickname, ignoring the way his gaze lingered on your lips for a second too long. "First off, no unnecessary touching."

He raised an eyebrow, smile widening. "Unnecessary? So what's necessary touching? Hand-holding? Arm around your waist? Kissing?"

Your face heated up instantly, and you cleared your throat, trying to ignore the flutter in your stomach. "Only in public, and only when we have to sell it," you replied, writing it down in your notebook, though your hand shook slightly..if your mother would see this, she would instantly deprive you

Anakin chuckled softly, leaning in closer over the table. "Does that mean I get to kiss you whenever people are watching? Maybe slip a hand down to—"

"Rule two!" you cut him off, cheeks flaming as you forced yourself to focus. At least one of you had to be focused "No… suggestive comments."

"Can’t promise that, sweetheart."

You glared at him, though the effect was ruined by how hot your skin felt. "You have to try."

"Fine, fine," Anakin waved it off playfully. Then he leaned forward, a glint of mischief in his eyes as he took your notebook from your hands, flipping it closed. "My turn for some rules."

You blinked, confused. "Your rules? I thought this was—"

"Rule one," he interrupted "When we’re together, you don’t look at anyone else but me."

You scoffed, trying to sound unaffected, but the possessiveness in his tone made something inside you stir. "And why would I need to look at you all the time?"

His lips curled into a slow smirk as his eyes locked with yours. "Because if we’re selling this, I want people to know you’re mine. Fake or not, you’ll have to act the part."

"Fine. But that goes both ways."

"Of course, princess," he said, winking. "I wouldn’t dream of looking anywhere else."

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to keep your composure as he continued. "Rule two: when we’re alone, we still act like we're dating."

Your eyebrows shot up. "Wait, why? No one’s around to see it."

"Because I want you to get used to it," he said, voice low and teasing. "It’ll make things easier in public, right?"

You swallowed hard, trying to form a retort, but the way he was looking at you had your words caught in your throat. The way he said it—like he was daring you to admit just how much he was getting under your skin—made your heart race.

You let out a heavy sigh, feeling your cheeks flush again as you looked away. "Fine. But if you cross any lines, this deal is off."

"I wouldn't dream of it"

He nodded at whatever you've been lecturing him about before he leaned back in his chair with that cocky grin of his. "Agreed. But there’s one thing I won’t agree to—you can’t limit how many times I call you my pretty little girlfriend."

He tapped his chin, pretending to be deep in thought. “Hmm... how about rule three? You have to wear something of mine to class.”

"Wait, what?" You blinked, caught off guard.

He smirked, clearly enjoying your reaction. "You heard me. Just something simple. A sweatshirt, a jacket—anything. It’ll make the whole thing look more real."

You let out a breath, shaking your head but still writing it down. "Alright, anything else, mister 'I’m perfect’?"

He chuckled, leaning forward now, arms on the table “Oh, I’ve got one more. You have to come to my games. Obvious, right?”

You raised an eyebrow but wrote it down anyway, handing the paper to him with a sigh. “Sign it.”

He scanned over the rules with exaggerated care for someone like him, then grabbed the pen and signed it with a flourish. "With pleasure, pretty girl."

HOCKEY PLAYER!ANAKIN who walked you to another class;

Ball rang and you stepped out of your classroom, only to lock eyes with the devil himself. Anakin stood a few feet away, surrounded by his friends from the hockey team. When your eyes locked, a smirk tugged at his lips before he excused himself from the group and made his way towards you.

"What are you doing here?" You whispered, heart pounding at the sight of him.

He gave you a charming smile, hand quickly finding its way to the small of your back as he leaned in close "I’m here to walk you to your next class, of course."

You stiffened at the unexpected contact, but he didn’t seem to notice, of care, as he led you through the bustling hallway. His hand slid even lower, brushing your pocket, before coming dangerously close to your ass. "What are you doing?" You hissed, voice barely carrying an edge of irritation.

His hand didn’t move though, instead it pressed against you as if to make a point, before sliding in fully to your pocket..on your ass.. His voice got lower, just for you to hear. "I’m just doing my part to sell it, pretty girl. Can’t have everyone think I’m not totally smitten with my girlfriend, can we?"

He glanced around, clearly taking pleasure in the stares from other students. "See? They’re all watching us."

"I don't like that," voice tense but a little breathless from the mix of discomfort and... something else you refused to acknowledge

He grinned again, sensing your unease, and leaned in closer, his hand giving your ass a tiny, teasing squeeze. "Come on, loosen up. You’ve got to act like you enjoy it when I touch you if we’re gonna make this look real." His tone softened for a moment as his gaze met yours. "Where’s your class? Can’t walk around aimlessly with you."

"Chemistry... second floor." You said, words escaping your lips almost automatically as youso desperately tried to focus on something else to keep your composure.

Anakin nodded, still trailing behind you, large hand slipping down a little further, lingering just below your waist as he gave your bum a subtle pat. His words came out smoothly, as if this was just another normal conversation between a boyfriend and his girlfriend. "Looks like we’re headed to the second floor then, sweetheart." then he continued "So, how were classes today? Anything exciting? Any tests?"

"It was okay..." You muttered, wanting the conversation to be over.

He chuckled, clearly not buying it. The grip on your hip only tightened as he pulled you closer, breath warm against your ear. "Just ‘okay’? C’mon, at least one thing had to be interesting." His hand gave your ass a firmer squeeze, body pressing up against yours as you both moved up the stairs.

"Anakin, the PDA, remember?" You whispered, trying to pull away just a little.

He smirked, eyes scanning the hall to make sure no one was paying too much attention. When he didn’t spot anyone, he leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear. "I’m just keeping up our cover, baby. Can’t have anyone thinking you don’t like my touch, now, can we?" voice sending a shiver down your spine.

"I want to stab you." You muttered

He laughed "Now now, let’s not get too violent. It’s not very ‘girlfriend-like’ to be plotting to stab your boyfriend, is it?" He teased, amusement screaming from his eyes

You furrowed your brows, about to fire back a retort when Anakin closed the gap between you, pressing his lips to yours in a swift kiss before pulling away. His hand gave your ass one final squeeze, smirk never leaving his face as he whispered. "See you after class, pretty girl." And even when he left, you swore you could still feel his touch on your body..and it definitely did not help you treat this as a normal «fake dating» thing

HOCKEY PLAYER!ANAKIN whose eyes made you feral - the way he looked down at you, a little too possessive, a little too protective, a little just too much for your liking. Gaze didn't leave you for a second while you would speak, eyes would soften, be so hypnotized/captivated by you, you caught yourself thinking if he was really pretending

HOCKEY PLAYER!ANAKIN who shamelessly grabbed your hand in front of his teammates..which obviously was flustering for you but weird for his friends, cause since when THE Anakin Skywalker dated some random?

HOCKEY PLAYER!ANAKIN who brought you to parties;

You should have stayed at home.

The party was loud, sweaty, too overwhelming— simply and shortly, not your scene at all. But Anakin had looked at you with those stupid, stupid big blue eyes and said, «I need you there, bookworm. Just one night. It's in the deal, remember?»

So you were standing in the middle of someone's packed house, hugging a solo cup to your chest, while Anakin—the guy you’re fake dating for reasons you’re still not sure of—was locked in an intense stare-down with his ex.

Padmé Amidala. The school’s golden girl. The one everyone thought Anakin would marry someday.

And maybe that's why your stomach curled in a way you couldn't process right now. The idea of competition, the thought of the real reason you were kind of stuck to fake-dating Anakin hit you like a wall.. He was doing it for her. To win her back, in this weird, so-anakin-like way..

Suddenly, before you can contemplate further, Anakin’s turning to you, hands finding your waist. Breath is warm against your ear when he leaned down.

"Kiss me."

Your brain short-circuits. What?

"What?" you echoed dumbly. The music was too loud, the bass feeling like it shook the floor. It all mixed with your beating rapidly heart in the perfect rhythm

"Kiss me," Anakin repeated, voice lower, rougher. His eyes are still trained on Padmé across the room, but his fingers squeezed your waist just enough to make your stomach do a flip.

Twice.

You didn't even have enough time to think properly

Because Anakin cupped your face and crashed his lips with yours. The kiss was deep, hungry, a little desperate. His tongue slide against yours, and your knees literally went weak. None ever kissed you this way..none kissed you in general with such..passion.. precision, as if he was too skilled in this matter

His hands tightened on your waist after he deepened the kiss, pressing you back against the nearest wall as if the idea of any space between you frustrated him.

You're gone. Done. Wrecked. Destroyed. Out of any power.

When he finally pulled away, with those pink lips glistening, being swollen, sinful, tempting, even. He swiped his thumb across your bottom lip, wiping away the evidence of what he just did.

You stared at him dazedly

"Too stunned to speak, kitty cat?" Anakin smirked breathlessly

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[lunajay33]

Searching for You

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Summary: Reader and Daryl have been together since you were teens, you have crazy news for him but then the world falls apart and your searching for him every second

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x f!reader

Warning: Pregnant

•Masterlist•

I finished picking up the surprise cake I had specially ordered for the bakery in town for the news I have for Daryl, we live in cabin on the outskirts of town it’s simple but so cozy plus I’m staying with the man I’ve loved since I was in highschool

I got home setting up the surprise, the cake was a round cake with lilac frosting around the edges, with the words baby on board on the top, it was cheesy but the joy I felt trumped that feeling

Soon I heard the rumble of his motorcycle pulling up the drive way and the engine cutting off, my heart pounding slightly nervous of his reaction, sure we’ve been together for years but I knew of his past and how he feared of becoming like his old man

I push those thoughts aside when I hear the door open and his subtle sigh as he flicked his boots off

“Sunshine?” I walk out of the dining room and meet him at the door

“Hi my love, I have a surprise for you” I smile as I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he pulls me close

“Really, more that this cute lil dress ya got on” he smiles making me blush

“Oh stop come on” I take his hand leading him to the table

He read the cake then back at me then down at my belly

“Really?” I nod my head as I wring my fingers anxiously

“Are you mad” he wrapped his hands around my waist down to my little bump

“Ya know I can never be mad at ya……we’re having a baby” he sighs gently

“I know it’s scary but she’s ours”

“She?” He smiled

“Just a feeling, call it mothers intuition”

•

We went to the doctor the next day and found out I was only a month along, we get home and I slump on the couch exhausted

“What me to run out and get ya something for supper?”

“I’m reeeeeeeally craving Chinese”

“Then that’s what ya get sunshine” he smiles giving me a gentle kiss before he was off

I waited for him, when an hour went by then two I started to get nervous it’s a small town I never took more than 20 minutes, I tried his phone but he never answered

I pull on one of his hoodies and my boots, taking the keys to the truck and leave the house, I drive into town and the streets are empty, confused I keep driving until I get to the Main Street where all I see is carnage, people dead and ripped apart blood everywhere, as others are the ones ripping them apart

“What the hell?” I scream when one slams up against the window, I quickly turn around speeding back to the house where it’s still safe hoping Daryl made his way back, I get there running inside screaming for him, begging to any god that he’s here

I run to every room and all I get is silence, what is happening we were just about to start our family, what do I do?

I remember what Daryl and Merle taught me, drilling all the survival skills into my head over the years, I pack a bag full of clothes, weapons around the house Daryl had, food and a note

“Daryl my love, I don’t know if you’ll see this but I’m scared and I don’t know what’s going on, I packed a bag and took the truck I’ll go to the quarry where we went camping I hope you find me, until then”

I suck in a breath trying to hold the tears at bay as I left the home I loved so much hoping in the truck and taking off

•

I finally get to the quarry, and there’s a few people already there, some setting up tents, one man already there with his RV, pretty smart, I get out of the truck nervous hoping they’ll take me in

“Welcome im Dale we’ve had a few people already making themselves at home, are you bite?”

“No i…..I don’t even know what’s going on, I went out to find my husband and I didn’t know where else to go”

“Oh honey it’ll be okay, just relax for now, I have an extra tent if you like to settle in”

“I’d really appreciate that, thank you”

A week goes by and more people have come everytime I pray it Daryl maybe even Merle

I wake up to the sun shining through my tent, a few voices outside already stirring

“Got some fine ass around here” my heart lept, I knew that graphic voice from anywhere, I unzip the tent like a crazy woman and jump out, seeing Daryl and Merle, my knees buckle and I try to keep myself upright as his eyes lock with mine

I run to him until his big strong arms and holding me tight, see the others gather around

“You found me” I cry as he hides his face in my neck

“I found yer note, I’m sorry I took so long” he set me back down holding my face with his hands gently brushing my tears away

“I don’t care you’re here with us now”

“She’s okay?” I nod as I look over at Merle

“Don’t mess this place up Merle, it’s nice here” he scoffed

“Ya don’t get yer panties in a twist”

The group dispersed and I showed Daryl to my tent

“I was so scared D, and I never got my Chinese” I laugh trying to lighten the mood

“Don’t seem like yer gonna be getting that Chinese anytime soon sunshine”

“Well maybe I can get something else Mr.Dixon”

“Maybe ya can Mrs.Dixon”

•

It’s been a crazy month but the camp was coming together as we were becoming a small community, although Daryl and Merle stayed to themselves keeping that hard demeanor

I was helping clean some clothes with the other girls when we started chatting about our old lives

“I still can’t believe that you, the sweetest thing is with that Dixon” Lori said

“Hey he’s just reserved, trust me he treats me like a princess and I love him more every day”

“Well atleast you got someone to get some” Andrea laughs and my face goes beat red

“What you don’t think we here you darling” Jackie giggles as the other join

“Something funny ladies” Ed groans as he comes up behind us

“Nothing ed just swapping war stories” Andrea states as we all fall silent

“Got something to say?”

“How about you shut your mouths and get back to work”

I gather my clothes putting them in my basket and try to leave I can’t risk this getting out of hand with my baby

“Where do you think you’re going” he states as he grips my arm so tight I let out a whimper

“Let me go Ed” I push at him which only made him angry, he raises his hand and punches me across the face making me fall to the ground

That’s when all hell breaks out, everyone screaming trying to hold him back from me, all I do is scream at the top of my lungs

“DARYL!”

In a split second I see him running down the hills path straight to us with Merle on his tail, Merle can be a hard ass but he cared for the both of us in his own twisted way

“What the hell did ya do ta her” Daryl growls as he takes one look at me on the sand and me hold my face and back to Ed, the anger like fire in his eyes and he made his way over and took one swing and he was out cold on the ground

Merle came down to the ground checking my face, noticing the blood and the purple spreading across the left side of my face, sighing as he helped put the clothes back in the basket

Daryl now infront of me gently brushing my hair back to get a look

“How bad is it D?” I choke out a sob the pain still blooming

“Your eye……it’s blood shot, can you see me”

“It’s fine but it hurts so much”

“Come on sunshine let me get ya cleaned up” Merle took the basket following behind us as Daryl led me back up the hill

Getting to our tent I took the basket from Merle giving thanks as I got back in the tent with Daryl as he pulled out the first aid bag, he disinfected the cut and braided my hair to keep it away from my face

“Thanks for coming down like my Prince Charming”

“Always, how’s the baby?”

“She feels fine, he only got one hit before the others held him back

“I….i miss our home D, I miss you coming home and meeting you at the door, I miss you holding me from behind while I cook and bake, I miss holing up in bed during a thunderstorm while we played music faintly” I sigh laying down with my head on his legs as he ran his hand up and down my back

“I know, when ya told me you were pregnant I started thinking about how we’d make her room together, paint it purple like the cake, me and Merle would make her a crib, and then when I couldn’t find ya I felt like my whole world disappeared”

“Maybe this’ll all blow over and we can go home…….im scared Daryl, what if…what if I get bit what about the baby”

“Hey calm down I ain’t ever gonna let anything happen to ya”

•

Part 2 coming soon

[hypernova-writes]

PLEADR HEAR ME OUT MY TF2 MAJESTY:

The mercs giving or receiving hickeys.

s..specifically medic and sniper 😍 and and also scout… MEOWWWW

thank u sm for feeding me with such amazing content

You're Welcome!! I'm currently cooking up my next long fic right now (more yandere unhinged Medic coming btw-) I also want to apologize for the lack of writing recently! Stuffs been pretty crazy in my life right now but i'm back! still sick but im back! (Or atleast trying to be—)

Merc's receiving and giving Hickeys: [Medic, Scout, Sniper]

Medic

Receiving: Medic LOVES when you give him hickeys. This man will wear them with PRIDE. Give them on his neck, his chest, his arms, hell he even ended up with one on his cheek once.

He bruises pretty easily, so whenever you end up making out and you start trailing down his chin to his neck...Oh he's a mess! He loves teasing you for this though-

"My little liebling...jou just love marking me up~ Don't worry, no one is going to take me from you."

He's LOUD so you better hope that no one is around that day.

Now when it comes to him leaving them on you?

His favorite spots are your thighs and your breasts. He loves how squishy they are and how easy it is to get you all marked up.

It riles him up so much when you two are about to be intimate and he sees the previous marks that he left on you starting to fade.

"Mhm..looks like I need to leave more, Liebling~. Zhey're fading.."

Scout

ANOTHER ONE WHOS LOUD.

He's also very sensitive, like, he starts whimpering type of sensitive, I headcanon the RED Scout to be a bit tanner than the BLU one, so when you mark him up he'll get all flustered because the others can see it.

"Jeez babe, what are ya a vampire or somethin'?.." He loves it don't stop. Will question you if you suddenly stop.

When the shoe is on the other foot?

He's such a fucking teasing prick.

Leaves them in obvious spots, has left one on your cheek before.

He likes to leave them in clusters, so you'll have several aligning one area of your neck. He likes to nuzzle into your skin afterwards to feel the heat of your skin.

"Tch. Why hide em? Everyone in the damn base knows ya my girl anyway."

Sniper

Will become flustered, turn so red that this man could put the damn shirt he wears to shame.

You leave them alot on his chest around his scars, the area is sensitive to him but he loves to look down and see your little love bites.

Doesn't want you to leave them too high up, not that he's not proud to show em off, he just doesn't wanna deal with the teasing he'll get from the other mercs.

"..try to keep em low love, please?..dont wanna hear those blokes mouths.."

Now when it's time to put them on you?

FERAL. FERAL. FERALLLLL

He bites, and he bites hard, you aren't leaving with a hicky you're leaving with a damn bite mark.

Mostly on your inner thighs and your hips. He loves the plush, bonus if you have a belly? Oh yea he's biting there too.

He likes to bite, then suck and lick on the area to make sure his mark stays, if it doesn't, prepare for him to do it again.

He has drawn blood one before, and you thought it was the hottest thing ever, you told him this and all dominance went out the window as he got a little embarrassed.

"..sorry sheila..got a lil carried away..here..let me kiss it better

Writing Snipers had be clawing at the walls of my enclosure— I'm so down bad for this man.

[worstgenerationloser]

#NeedAceFicWithNipplePlaying/NippleOrgasmWithHeavyDirtyTalkingFromAce

Please and thank you🙏🏻

,, A little more... ''

Portgas D. Ace x F! Reader (NSFW!)

Summary... you can't get enough of sneaking around with the second division commander, he can't get enough of his hands and tongue all over you.

Contains... nipple orgasm, nipple play, edging, sloppy kissing, friends with benefits, some attempted dirty talk... (fail)

Words... 1.5k!

A/N: I cringed at myself trying to write the dirty talk IM SO SORRY, also another apology it's kinda short...

"Slow down— the door isn't even closed." You speak in a hushed tone, paranoid that there would be eyes watching through the crack in the door, Ace groans dramatically and rolls his eyes at your paranoia, however. It's not like he's some kind of exhibitionist, he's simply recognizing that you're being completely ridiculous in your worries.

"Yep. Mhm... there's definitely sober people on Whitebeard's crew that would think to check an old raggedy closet and see if Ace and Y/N are getting it down. I think half of them forget we even interact half the damn time, chill out." Ace giggles, that sleazy smirk and those heavy lidded, tired eyes drawing his whole look back into the same work of art he is always.

When you two first started this little arrangement, that may have been true, but you've kept this up for a while now and even though you don't plan on stopping, things would get a little more complicated if Marco actually spoke up instead of smirking each time you and Ace stare at each other. Suddenly, the hands on your hips pick up their previous pace, rubbing your upper thigh and gliding up your body smoothly.

He sits down on a dusty crate of unnecessary items bought by whoever it was, long forgotten in a secluded storage closet. Ace's hands reach the hem of your shirt, sliding under without a second thought. Before you could retort, the clicking of the door shutting sounds off into the room, and you're engulfed in darkness.

"Wanna do it in the dark?" He teases you with the ghost of his breath, the pads of his fingers tracing your stomach before holding your thighs before he pulls you up onto his own, a soft gasp escaping you despite yourself. Another teasing remark is coming, and so you silence him with your lips, the same way you did the very first time.

His warm lips meet yours, coated in saliva and desire with barely anything else to give other than something sloppy and dirty. His eyes are shut as if he were pondering something, and his hand comes to your face to feel how much warmth has gathered on your cheek, while his lips do their best to warm you more. Ace's tongue smears saliva onto your mouth, and it's an odd slippery feeling, but not that different from when his mouth is on your other lips. He doesn't like kissing you much, and you don't know why, but you can't complain about someone's preferences, maybe it's a good thing he withholds things like this from you, because he is utterly addicting.

Your body is warm, you start to feel sweat forming on the back of your neck and the inside of your elbows, things are steamier in the closet, literally. Ace is sliding his hands over the fabric of your clothing, raising goosebumps on your warm skin with his tantalizing touch. A moan slips into his mouth, your tongue quivering as you scrape his bottom lip with it, and he finally lets you go breathe your own air.

"You know I got a light if you need, just ask." Ace pants, but he still holds up his flaming finger for you to gaze at, his freckled face illuminated by orange flames. He's beautiful, you think to yourself, you know he would only scoff and roll his eyes if you said something like that at this time again. One day he's gonna see his worth, and you hope it comes from the time you two have spent together so far.

"You're a jackass. Just fucking touch me." You groan, better not make things too emotional, he's sure to view it as just sex. You keep having to remind your giddy heart that this isn't romance, it burns but not as much as when his flame flickers a bit too close to you. He puts out his light, and you're both back in the dark again. Gods, you're nervous and anxiously awaiting his eager touch.

His long fingers come to rest under your shirt, tracing the curvature of your breasts over your bra. You have recently learned that Ace's eyes carry a strong presence, you can always feel them on you no matter how far he seems to be, and it's just that much more intense up close. Slowly, he lifts your shirt up just so it wouldn't cover your breasts, and you feel his breath begin to tickle your sternum. Without a word, you take your blouse off yourself, giving him a bit more free reign.

The barely audible noise of your bra coming undone and hitting somewhere on the floor as Ace throws it aside softly resonates in the room.

"I'm gonna need that later." You huff.

"You'll get it later, we got better things to focus on." Ace chortles, his smirk prevalent in his voice.

The cool air of the closet stiffens your nipples, making goosebumps form on the soft skin of your breasts as well. A small hum escapes Ace's lips, and you hear the sound of saliva clicking in his mouth as he shifts closer towards you, then things are silent for a second... Before a soft sigh whimper escapes you when you feel two fingers gently tug at your nipple, rolling it under their warm touch. Your hardened nipples begin to soften upon contact with such warmth, and Ace seeks to stiffen them back up. His other hand reaches to grope your untouched breast, kneading it firmly while also keeping a dash of tenderness in his palm as he grabs it in his hands the way you like, he's always been a fast learner when it came to various things, you could say he's an expert in you and your body at this point in time.

"I ever told you that you got some pretty tits?" Ace licks his lips, just barely able to see better than you can in the dark, and he's got his eyes on the prize. His fingers quit toying with your nipples as he dips his head downwards, pressing his moistened lips to your areola in hot kisses. Breath heavy, his tongue darts out to swirl around your nipple and coat it entirely in his saliva, making you squirm in his lap. A desire bubbles up in your stomach, and your thighs coincidentally trap one of Ace's own.

Though you try and still yourself, it's harder becasue it's Ace, not some random guy you'll forget about the very next week. You've practically trained him in all areas, so what if he's got you horny and wanting more just from a little nipple play? It's a natural reaction with a boy like him. Squeezing your eyes shut, your brows furrow when you give a small roll of your hips into Ace's thigh. A chill runs down your spine, and you feel your arousal dripping into your underwear. Ace's teeth come out to play in a soft nibble against the fat of your breasts, his tongue is hot and heavy against your skin, and it's not stopping here.

"I can feel how hot your pussy is getting." It sounds like he's about to giggle, but his mouth is stuffed full of your breast to the point most of what he says is illegible besides his wet breathing and sucking, your suspicions are confirmed when he smiles midway into sucking on your nipple.

"Whose fault is that?" That retort of yours only fires him up more— literally. His back is bursting into flames, and it lights up the room a little too much for your liking, but atleast you get to see his pretty face showcasing what must be pure bliss with his mouth wrapped around your tit. It feels warm, now that it's colder outside Ace seems to be the only thing to warm up your body. Your hands reach around the back of his neck, fingers interlocking themselves between the messy locks of raven hair on his head, and it calms him... you think.

Ace lets out a low hum, drool trickling down under your breast.

"Hm... Is it mine? 'Cause I'm worried you've got a side piece you're thinking of." Ace's giggles are muffled into your skin again. Finding time to make small jokes during sexual things like this is a bit too intimate for people who are supposed to be just friends with benefits. The impending retort you had in mind is shoved back into the depths of your mind when you feel his hands slide down your body, heading for the waistband of your pants.

Ace always keeps you on your toes, who has need for someone else? You would tell him, but maybe it's better if you show him instead. Gently placing your hands to cup his face, you ease him away from your chest and he thankfully gets the message, but it feels like losing a part of you when his tongue is no longer tracing your skin. Cocking his head to the side, he begins to speak up.

"Not feeling me tonight?"

Resisting the urge to make a joke, you keep the retort to yourself. You'll be feeling him a lot tonight.

END.

(here is ace photos for you to enjoy because I left on a cliffhanger)

[juliet-017]

"Pretty Girl" - L. B.

Lorenzo Berkshire x fem!reader

Minors dni!

Warnings: Choking/breathplay, dubcon, slight edging?, nipple play (like one line), unprotected p n v, fingering, infront of a mirror, first smut so hopefully this hits, lmk if I missed anything

Synopsis: When all of Hogwarts gets together for a end of term celebration it can get loud, chaotic even, causing y/n (no use of y/n besides this) to step out and take a breather. Little did she know she was in for a night she wouldn't be fore getting anytime soon.

a/n: uhm this is my first smut ever.. also ignore the cheesy title im so bad at making titles

Word count: ~1.5k

The room of requirement was filled with smoke and heat, members of every house having got together to celebrate the end of the term, a rare occurrence of differences being set aside. It felt easier to take it in from the sidelines, not used to throwing yourself into large groups and making a scene. You nursed a drink while your friends gathered around you.

Astoria and Daphne having been eyeing different boys from the start, holding slightly arguments, left you to converse with Pansy as you shifted your weight some. “Stop being a spoilsport and come dance,” She practically shouted in your ear for the tenth time in under an hour.

You shook your head, downing the cup quickly. “ ‘m not drunk enough to embarrass myself infront of the whole school.” You reply, not even having enough time to slip away to get a new drink before Pansy has you by the wrist, forcing you out towards the large crowd and closer to the center of it.

And as if fate allowed it, the alcohol hit at the perfect time, feeling yourself let loose slightly, moving to the music at a slow and sensual pace.

“See it's not all bad, is it?” Pansy teased, more so looking around the crowd as if trying to spot someone more than enjoying the moment.

You tried to make any glances less obvious, still aware of your surroundings and glances but a little more carefree than your typical rigid demeanor.

“Finally, there you are!” Pansy shouted exasperated, throwing her arms over Draco's shoulders and snogging him without a second thought.

You halted, giving a flushed wave to the other boys - Theodore and Mattheo - having only had brief conversations with them before, but knowing enough that there's normally a few more in their possy.

“I'm just going to get another drink.” You excuse yourself, using the distraction to hopefully get some air.

All of the common room parties you've gone to have been nowhere near as busy as this, so you thankfully slip out into the corridor to catch your breath and relax.

“And what's a pretty girl like you doing out here all alone?” A voice hums, causing you to quickly jolt your gaze towards it, finding Lorenzo Berkshire right next to you.

“Shit- sorry, I didn't see you.” You reply quickly, your reaction time slowed and wobbly as you take a step back to make some space, shrinking yourself down slightly as well.

“No need for apologies,” He purrs, eyes travel you. “Needed some air?” He questions next, cocking a brow.

“Hm? Oh, yeah. It's just a lot in there.” You stammer, giggling the nerves off as you take to messing with your hair. “I wasn't sure if I'd go back in or-”

“If you need to freshen up I can get you into the prefects lavatory. I know the password.” He cuts you off, raising a brow.

You hesitate before conceding, it might do you some good to have some privacy. And maybe Pansy will give you a pat on the back for already going this far.

The walk is silent, awkward. you can feel Lorenzo’s hand on the small of your back as if to help you keep your balance.

“Why weren't you with your friends?” You ask eventually, looking up at him.

He always seems a bit thinner than the others, Theodore, Blaise, and Mattheo having him beat, meanwhile, Draco held a more lean build.

“I was on my way in, I just needed an extra minute.” He shrugs. “Why weren't you with yours?” He asks back, causing you to curse yourself.

“I was. I just.. snum away.” You argue, crossing your arms in defiance.

Eventually you both make it to the bathroom, you take the opportunity to relieve yourself, unsure of why Lorenzo deemed it necessary to enter the large bathroom with you but you brush it off.

It's easy till you're examining your self shamelessly in the mirror, trying to pick apart what you could do for a quick fix or what you'll just has to hope goes unnoticed.

What you didn't pick up on way Lorenzo approaching, that is until you feel his chest bump against your back, iliicting a gasp from you. “What are you even looking at?” He grumbles, staring into the mirror himself with a squint.

“Myself? What else would I be looking at.” You reply, shrugging at the obvious, trying to ignore the proximity.

“I dunno,” He shrugs, subtly caging you in, a mischievous grin forming on his face. “you just look a bit lost in thought, that's all.”

You shrug, mind lost in a drunken gaze as you look in the mirror for a moment longer. With a huff you make a move to turn around to head back to the party, finally realizing how trapped you are, feeling his length brush up against your ass.

Clearing your throat, you come back to your senses slightly. “W-we should get back to the party, our friends are probably looking for us.” You slur out.

Enzo hums, running a hand through your hair and ignoring your statement, one arm snaking around your waist while the other hand makes its way to your throat, squeezing slightly. “They won't miss us for a few more minutes.” He murmurs, burying his nose in your hair. “Smells delicious,”

A small whine escapes you, observing the scene in the mirror, feeling him grind against you.

“Always so quiet, off by yourself.. driving me crazy.” He mutters, the hand previously on your waist pushing your dress up before resting atop your panties, his thumb pressing down on your clit. “Every single party I see you at you're all dressed up,”

A soft moan escapes you, already trying to move your hips for more pleasure while your eyes get lost in the mirror, feeling your panties be pushed to the side as his fingers run through your slick. “Already so wet,” He purrs, leaving open mouth kisses on the side of your neck. “Are you okay with this?” He breaths the question into your ear, prompting a nod from you.

Teasing your entrance he slips a finger in, continuing with the smooth movements before noticing where your gaze is set. “Watching yourself are you? Filthy girl.” He taunts, clicking his tongue and adding a second finger, drawling out another sound of pleasure from your lips.

“Where else am I supposed to look?” You ask between moans, sarcastic.

“Excuses, excuses,” He chastises, making circles on on your clit as he squeezes your throat slightly.

You begin to feel heat growing in your stomach, writhing some in an attempt to fix it, screwing your eyes shut slightly. The tightening grip of your neck causes you to open them, trying to catch Lorenzo’s eye, he lets go slightly.

When you feel yourself getting close, he pulls his fingers out, prompting you to buck your hips back to chase the lost pleasure. “Please,”

“Patience, pretty girl.” He hums, squeezing your neck again, tighter this time. You listen to him undoing his buckle and pants with one hand, hearing his pants and boxers fall to his ankles.

Taking his length in one hand, Lorenzo pumps his already hard self, running himself between your folds before slowly pushing himself into you. He was much bigger than you expected.

A loud moan escapes you, strangled by the tight grip on your throat. Easing into you he groans, bottoming out. “So fuckin’ tight, so perfect.”

You feel him starting to move his hips, slowly thrusting, his free hand moving up to free one of your tits, palming it. He pinches one of your nipples, a whine slipping past your lips.

Your lips and fingers feel fuzzy from the lack of oxygen, reveling in the feeling of it while being fucked, eyes rolling back.

He lightens his grip slightly, allowing you just enough air to rid yourself of any lightheadedness, feeling your orgasm reapproaching as you clench around him. His hand that was formally fondling your tits moves back down to your clit, making figure eights on it.

“ ‘m so close.” You whine, hands tightly grappling the sink, watching yourself in the mirror with teary eyes from the pleasure. Your mascara messed up as your moans grow louder and more needy, fueled by Lorenzo’s own groans in your ear.

You start to meet his thrusts with your own, gaining more pleasure as your face screws up in ecstasy. You practically scream once you finish, going slack in Lorenzo's hold. He keeps thrusting, chasing his own pleasure, the overstimulation causing you to squirm.

After a few more thrusts he pulls out, covering your back in white, slumping against you.

“You did amazing princess,” He praises, kissing your jaw, both your breaths evening out. “now let's get you cleaned up, yeah?”

[hazel-tanthamore22]

Meeting the Kats

Megan Skeindel x baemon!8thmember!freader

Sypnosis: Since the kats are doing promotions in korea, theyre currently at the hybe building and Megan wants you to meet the kats, despite it feeling absolutely never wracking, you'll do anything for your girl.

A/n: gonna miss ginger Megan. Reader is 18. Barely proofread, bear with me pls

You sigh heavily before getting up from the couch and turning to Ruka and Pharita, who were sitting on the floor doing God knows what.

"Unnies, I'm going out" You say as you walk towards the door to wear you shoes, grabbing your hoodie and keys from the kitchen island and caot rack.

Pharita nods and Ruka hums, signifying they've heard you. You exit the dorm, going down to the car. The drive to the hybe building is gut wrenching, your nerves feeling like they're about to short curcuiting.

You pull up to the building, tapping your foot nervously on the break as you reconsider your desicion. You eventually gather some courage and step out of the car and stepping into the building.

"Hi im here for katseye" you say to the lady at tge front desk. "Floor 16 door 12" she replies, barely looking up from her documents, she knows its you tho because you have a very distinct voice. Maneuvering through the building was easy, seeing as you've been here multiple times for dance challenges with the hybe artists.

The elevator ride up is spent evaluating what you would say, second guessing yourself and overall think so much you don't even remember walking to the door and knocking, till you're faced with a straight faced Filipina eyeing you up and down as if judging you.

"Oh hello" you quickly stutter out and bow. "Sophia stop scaring her" you hear the familiar voice of your girlfriend as she nudges Sophia out of the door way and hugs you. You quickly hug back, burying your face in the older's neck.

She pulls away from you and looks you in your eyes. "Don't let them intimidate you ok, you'll be fine" she whisper before placing a kiss on your cheek. Someone clearing their throat interrupts your moment with her.

She pulls away from you before she turns around, holding your hand and practically drags you into the dorm. "Y/n the girls, girl, Y/n" she points at each respective person when introducing you guys. "Hello it's nice to finally meet you" you say nervously as you bow.

You stand straight keeping your eyes on you and Megan's interlocked hands. "What are your intentions with Megan" Sophia asks as she looks solely at you. "My intentions are totally pure, to shower uer with love and gifts and whatever meets her standards nothing less" you say genuinely as you meet her eyes.

"What makes you think you deserve her" Yoonchae asks, being her usual sassy self. "Yoonchae" Megan warns. "It's fine love" You assure her, squeezing her hand. "I don't think I deserve, but she believes I deserve her, so thats what ill go by" you reply to Yoonchae and she let's out, what seems to be a satisfied hum.

"Alright you've proved yourself, but if you hurt Megan, you'll be hearing from all of us" Lara, who's been uncharacteristically quiet, says. Manon and Dani just nod along with the others.

You let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding and nod. "I promise I'll treat her right" You reply with a small smile. "You better" Manon and Dani say at the same time, causing a few giggles.

Day turns into Night as the kats keep interrogating you, bit it's less tense, as the Kats try to get to know you better. After some more questions, Megan drags you to her room. Laying down with you and cuddling you.

"I told you you'd be fine" she mumbles as she places a gentle kiss to your collarbone. You hum in response, threading your fingers through her hair. "They were still scary" you mumble into her hair.

She pulls away and looks up at you with her signature smile and places a lingering kiss on you lips. You reciprocate before she pulls away with a smile. "No matter what they would've said I would've still loved you" she says pecking you before cuddling up to you chest. "I love you too " you murmur as you both fall asleep.

[ilysungho]

im SOOO craving for like a mean big meanie taesan :(( i js want him to make fun of me until im sensitive hehe ^_^ #needthat

mean taesan is just soooo :( laughing while making fun of you, corrupting you to only want him 24/7, size training you to fit him at any given moment, consenting to free use around the house even while you’re doing the simplest of tasks… just so many things! he’s such a big teaser that seeing you cry would turn him on so much. he has a routine he follows sometimes when he’s not using your pussy as he pleases, and it always leads to getting you overstimulated and squirting for him :( his goal is always to have you begging for him as much as possible, try to draw out your orgasm for as long as possible usually. when he has the time though, he would have you cum on his fingers first, then tongue, then give him a blowjob, but before he cums, he would push his entire length into you. he would slam his dick into you in such a fast pace as he calls you the dirtiest names to make you cry for him. he's just a big meaning and wants to have complete control over you, so even if you tell him to stop, he would keep going no matter what. he does what he does for his own pleasure, and he gets that through your innocent face and body over and over every day <3

[dumbftmslut19]

Warning k9 kink ahead

I'm just imagining dogsitting for a nice wealthy man while he's at work. He has a big needy puppy who always wants to be around someone. He pays me very well to go to his house every weekday and take care of his dog, Baxter.

Baxter has always been very curious, and he loves sniffing my crotch despite the many times I try to get him to stop. But one day, after several weeks of this, I just give in. Maybe if i let him sniff, he'll stop doing this. So once his owner is gone, I sit on the couch and spread my legs a bit, allowing Baxter to come over and sniff my pants. He gets excited, and his tail starts wagging as he sniffs and licks at my pants. After a minute, i decide that's enough, and I push him away and close my legs. I didn't think much of it in the moment, but when I got home and did my nightly masturbation, I couldn't help but think about Baxter desperately licking at my crotch. I couldn't stop my mind from wandering and the next thing I know, I'm cumming hard as I imagine him licking my bare pussy.

So the next day I go in, even more curious. Once I'm sure his owner is gone, I slip out of my pants and boxers and sit on the couch. I keep my legs closed, and I question whether I should really be doing this. But as soon as Baxter comes running over, I instinctively open my legs.

As soon as i feel his snout pressed into my clit and his rough tongue over my folds, I let out the most pathetic moan I've ever heard. I buck my hips up as he laps away at my soaked cunt. I try to resist but soon I'm cumming all over his tongue which only makes him lick faster. After a minute, I push him away and try to regain my composure before his owner gets back. Im so ashamed of myself but it felt better than anything I've ever felt in my life.

The next day, I do it again, and the next, and the next, until it is a normal part of my routine. Then, one day, I decide to strip completely naked and bend over on the floor. I don't know why I decided to do it, but all I know is that as soon as I did, Baxter jumped on me. He dug his claws into my sides and I felt his cock poke out of it's sheath. I felt him rut against my pussy and I panic. I've never taken any cock before, is this how I want it to happen? With a dog? At the last moment i try to squirm away but it's too late. He nips at my neck as a warning not to move as his huge, throbbing, red cock finds my virgin hole. He presses himself inside as I let out a mixture of a moan and a scream. This only makes him go faster and harder until I feel his knot force its way into my cunt. I let out a scream at the realization that I've been knotted. The panic and shame mixed with pleasure gave me the strongest orgasm of my life. Once the waves of pleasure have subsided and I feel his cum filling my hole, I try to push myself out from under him but I realize I can't. I'm stuck. His knot is locked in my cunt and I can't escape.

I panic, but it does nothing. I only have one option, I have to wait.

As I'm laying there on the floor with this massive dog standing over me, cock firmly stuck in my pussy, I hear a noise. I look up at the clock and see the time. Oh my god. His owner is back. I try desperately to pull away, but Baxter just bites my shoulder hard, and I know I can't do anything.

I hear the door unlock and footsteps getting closer. I hear the man stop in the dorway and a small chuckle.

"Y'know, I've been watching from the camera on the bookshelf, but it's so much better to see this in person." I hear his owner say.

I let out a whimper and hear the man getting closer. I feel his hand grab my hair and pull my head back, so I am looking him in the eyes as he speaks "I knew you were a knotty slut. Now, if you don't want the world to see the recording of the nanny cam, you will come back tomorrow and help relieve Baxter here again, and then you can help me. Got it?". I whimper and nod weakly.

I guess this is my job now

[littlelamy]

hii, please feel free to not write this AND tell me to piss off at the same time if this is something you’re not comfortable with! right, so it would be rafe x insecure reader (about her appearance and weight), but insecure to the point where she struggles to eat, or even just sit down and read, in public places 😬 you can choose any situation that would finally trigger this, quite important, conversation between them (and pls make rafe tell the reader to go to actual therapy + him supporting her along the way with “you look pretty” kind of thing). Thank you if u decide to write it 🥹

lamy's notes: no im definitely comfortable with this topic—i hope you like it!

it happens at a restaurant.

just a casual dinner with the group, something easy, something fun, but the second you walk in, the air shifts. the low hum of conversation, the clinking of glasses, the occasional burst of laughter—it all presses down on you, heavy, suffocating. your stomach churns, the mere thought of ordering something making your throat tighten.

so you don’t.

“not hungry,” you murmur when rafe glances at you, concern flickering in his blue eyes. you distract yourself by fidgeting with the edge of the menu, tracing the words with your finger just to have something to do.

he doesn’t push, but he doesn’t drop it either. you can feel his gaze, steady, studying you in that way he always does when he knows something’s off.

the food comes. everyone digs in. conversation flows. and you sit there, forcing a smile, ignoring the way your hands feel clammy, the way your chest tightens every time someone glances your way.

then, someone says it. not maliciously, not even directed at you, but enough.

“god, i shouldn’t even be eating this. i’ll have to spend an extra hour at the gym tomorrow.”

it hits like a slap. your skin prickles. suddenly, all you can hear is every awful thought that’s been swirling in your head for years.

rafe notices immediately. the way your fingers clench around the napkin, the way your breathing changes, the way your shoulders go rigid. his jaw tightens, something sharp flashing across his expression as he drops his fork, turning his full attention to you.

“come with me,” he says, voice low but firm. he doesn’t wait for a response, just takes your hand and leads you outside, away from the noise, the weight of it all.

“what’s going on?” he asks as soon as you’re alone, hands cupping your face, thumbs brushing lightly against your cheeks.

“nothing,” you whisper, looking away.

“bullshit.” he tilts your chin up, making you meet his gaze. “talk to me, angel.”

it takes everything in you not to break right there, but the dam is already cracking. your voice wobbles when you finally speak. “i just… i can’t do this. i hate sitting there, feeling like every single person is looking at me, judging me. i hate thinking about food, about what it’s going to do to me, about how i look, about—” you inhale sharply, cutting yourself off before you spiral further.

rafe’s eyes darken, not with anger, but with something deeper, something that makes your chest ache. “baby,” he breathes, pulling you into his arms. he holds you tight, like he’s trying to shield you from every thought eating you alive.

“this isn’t okay,” he says after a moment, his voice softer now. “you know that, right?”

you squeeze your eyes shut. “i don’t know how to stop.”

he exhales, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “we’re gonna get you help, okay? real help. not just me telling you you’re beautiful—because you are, and i’ll keep telling you every damn day until you believe it—but someone who actually knows how to help with this.”

your throat tightens, but for the first time in a long time, it’s not just from fear.

“you’re not alone in this,” rafe murmurs, pulling back just enough to look at you, his hands still cradling your face. “but you have to let me in. let someone in.”

a shaky breath. a hesitant nod.

rafe smiles, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. then, as if he just can’t help himself, his lips brush over yours, soft and slow, like he’s trying to kiss every bit of doubt away.

“we’ll figure it out, angel. together.”

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[justhereforsubsevika]

Babydoll, you want asks? Here you go.

Sevika being soft-dommed after a shitty day and slipping so far into delightful sub space. At some point though she needs to slow down and pulls the safe word before it gets too much. This girl is then pampered and treated like a princess while she gets all sooky and clingy.

BABYDOLL?????

Would like to clarify im not romanticising safe wording, think about this fic the same way you guys should've thought about the dom-drop sevika fic. safewording should never be the aim guys, remember that!

This could be triggering if you're sensitive to safewording, so plz dont read if that'll upset you!

Sevika had a shit day at work. A shipment got fucked up, everyone asking her questions as if it was her sole responsibility to distribute shimmer to every addict on the streets of Zaun. Acting like she was the most powerful being in the universe, like she could turn tides and change seasons. She hated it. Hated how much power she had.

You noticed how tense she was when she threw herself through the front door, her face showing frustration and exhaustion more than you'd ever seen. Before you could even ask what was wrong, she had pulled off her trousers and flung herself onto the bed, ass up, groaning in pain when her back cracked.

Thats how you found yourself 4 fingers deep in her pussy, kissing her forehead and breathing against it, coaxing another leg-shaking orgasm from your pretty butch. She moaned out and grabbed your wrist, not to stop you but rather to ground herself. You knew how deep she had fallen into subspace, even with how gentle you'd been. She had tears brimming in her eyes, muscles loosened, letting her body fully give in to absolute pleasure.

It was sudden, how quickly it started to scare her. Looking at your hand just a thumb away from fisting her, the bed beneath her damp, the dim darkness of the room. What was so sexy to her just a moment ago suddenly felt imposing and threatening. She gasped as though she was coming up for air.

She gripped your hand harder, but you didn't understand why right away. Sevika liked to play bratty games, you assumed it was part of her fun. "Mm, Sevi you know that'll just make me fuck you harder, don't you?" You tease, oblivious to the fact that the tears in Sevika's eyes were falling from uncomfortability rather than pleasure.

You straddle her and she lets out a sob. Your heart drops: you know what a sub-sevi sob sounds like. That was a Sevika sob.

"Baby?" you question, noticing that her shaking has spread from her thighs to her whole body. You slowly remove your fingers, careful not to freak her out even more. "B-bows," she stammers after a short silence. You try not to show how badly her safewording effects you because you know she'll start people-pleasing. She'll apologise insecently, saying that shes fine and you can keep going if you need to. So you swallow thickly, blinking back tears at the knowledge you pushed her too far.

"Okay, shh, shh its okay..." you stroke her scarred cheek as you watch guilt wash over her, "need a cuddle?"

She nods and hugs you tightly, her tremors slowing. She nestles into your neck, sniffling and taking deep breaths through her nose. You stroke her hair a few times before lacing your fingers through it, rubbing her scalp soothingly. Her strength begins to regain itself as she squeezes you tighter, flush against her body. She hums, rocking you slightly in a way you've grown to know is her way of self-soothing.

You help her to her feet, Sevi walking on shaky legs to the bathroom. You run her a bath with her calming scents, vanilla and eucalyptus, and candles. The warm glow as apposed to the harsh white light of the ceiling lamp makes her sleepy, Sevika lazily resting her head back and shutting her eyes as you wash her.

You let her drift off for just a moment, waking her gently when it's time to go back to bed. You rest her in your armchair which sits at the corner of the room, changing the sheets and piling up fluffy blankets and pillows. You even decide its time for the most powerful weapon at your disposal! Her teddy bear, if you could even still call it that, from when she was a baby. Its mainly rags now, the only stuffing left in its head, a button-eye absent from its face. But she loves him, and he still smells like a slightly happier Zaun.

She hugs him, and you, into her chest once she's comfortable among the throws and cushions, unspeaking but still obviously appreciative. Its only once you hear her softly snoring that you allow yourself to cry. You're not mad she safe worded, or even that you pushed her too far. Its not your fault. But it's still not a good feeling to see your girl in such distress.

You cry softly until you're tuckered out, drifting off in her burly arms. You remind yourself that as long as you're between them, you're safe.

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

thinking about... making blue cry...... his makeup running........ im going crazy......

I'm sorry I made this about Trine.

Trine [15]

Anselm Vogelweide x Blue Jones x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals  •  Masterlist • ao3 • want to be tagged? | request info • Trine Masterlist • ko-fi •

Summary: Blue gets pegged.

Warnings: bondage, anal fingering, handjobs, fleshlights, edging, teasing, pegging (first time), multiple orgasms, watching via a phone, typos, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 2397

Blue had intended to go into the club today. He really had. 

It had been weeks since he’d set foot in the place, and while he was more than happy with the reports (both written and verbal) from the acting managers you and Anselm had hired to keep things running perfectly, and the acting managers in general (they were so polite and followed in instructions to the letter), he wanted to do a little work. 

Not too much, but just enough to make himself feel better. You and Anselm were always working, it only seemed fair. 

In fact, he’d chosen today specifically because he thought you both were going to be out of the house. And he didn’t want to be sitting moping around for your return. 

He’d dressed around noon, taking a little longer than he usually would to style his hair and moustache before he painstakingly applied his make-up. It wasn’t that he didn’t normally take pride in his appearance (perhaps a little too much pride), it’s just that he wanted everything to be perfect.  

And then you’d come home for lunch. 

He’d been in the private living room when you’d walked in, practically on his way out of the house. Almost there. 

“Aw, don’t you look beautiful?” You’d smiled and kissed him and wished him a good day. 

And really, Blue should have had the self control to leave it at that. 

And not whine and beg and throw himself at you. Literally. 

You’d tied his hands behind his back after you’d stripped him bare, manhandled him back until he was lying flat on the settee and then sucked his cock so deep he thought he was going to pass out. You’d pushed two fingers inside and he’d screamed in pleasure, begging and wailing, and crying and pleading as you pulled him closer and closer to a blissful release. 

An orgasm that never came. 

You’d stopped four times when he was nearly there, admiring his flushed skin and smeared eyeliner. 

“Please?” 

“Aww, you beg so prettily.” You stroked his cheek and grinned when he wined. “I’m just going to get something to try… stay here and be a good boy?” 

He’d nodded and you’d walked out. 

But you’d been gone fucking ages. 

Blue huffs, moving a little so his arms don’t fall asleep. He was still painfully hard, part of him wanted to roll over and rut against the sofa cushions until he spilt himself all over them. 

If Anselm had left him here this long, he would have. But then again, Anselm would have tied him up completely so he wouldn’t have had the chance. 

You were trusting him to behave. 

He swallows, his throat bobbing. 

He could be good. For you. For a little longer. 

You open the door a second later, like you were some kind of mind reader and had been waiting for his submission. 

Blue shivers when he sees you, excitement running along his skin. He says your name quietly and you give him a smile and wink. 

“Just a moment longer, sweet thing.” You walk in front of the settee and fiddle with the small tripod and slot your phone into it. Once you’re happy with its position on the table, you turn back to Blue. “You’ve been so patient waiting for us.” 

“So patient, meine Liebe." Anselm says, his voice rich and deep as it rumbles through the phone’s speaker. 

He’s on video call, taking in the whole scene before him as he sits at his work desk. 

Blue swallows. His eyes dart between the phone and you, and the new outfit you're wearing. 

It’s the matching lingerie set, the red one that Blue had made so much of a fuss of a few weeks ago when you’d first worn it. 

That alone would have been enough to captivate his attention, but your other item of clothing (if it could be called that) was the star of the show here. 

You go to the side table and pick up the bottle of lube you’d left there earlier, pumping it a few times. 

“Now, it’s just us,” Anselm says, drawing Blue’s attention back to him, “Well, us and dear Fredick here,” he motions his hand to the camera. “Who is doing an excellent job holding the phone.” 

Blue smirks. 

“So I want you to relax, and enjoy yourself, hmm?” 

Blue nods. 

“Good boy.” Anselm’s voice makes his cock twitch. 

You turn around slowly, coating the cock of the strap on you’re wearing with a generous amount of lube. 

Blue wriggles, spreading his legs a little wider as you kneel between them. He bites his lip, excitement sparking and twisting in his stomach. 

The dildo itself isn’t that big or wide, and certainly miniscule compared to Anselm’s generous length, but it’s the first time Blue’s ever tried to take anything bigger than a tongue, or a few fingers. 

You stroke his thighs soothingly, “Now if something feels uncomfortable, you tell me ‘red’, yes?” You give him a firm look, Blue has a tendency to try to push past his limit to please you. “Or I won’t be happy.” 

He nods quickly. “I promise.”

“Good.” You tap his nose and grin when he wrinkles it. “I know you’re desperate to take our husband's cock in the future.” 

Blue squirms again, a light flush on his skin.

“But we have to go slow and build up to it.” You take one of the cushions from the side, the one with a cartoon pug across the front, and lift Blue’s hips to slide it under his lower back. Propping him up perfectly for you. 

Anselm nods. “I don’t want to damage you when I finally get a chance to fuck that delicious hole of yours.” Your husband’s serious expression makes you want to giggle. Somehow you manage to keep a straight face. 

Lightly you tap the tip of Blue’s cock and he jumps, whining softly. “Are you listening?” 

He nods rapidly, “Yes, sorry.” And pouts slightly. 

You chuckle, “Good boy Blue.” You press your hands against his thighs as you get into a comfortable position, and keep your right hand on his skin as you pour more lube straight from the bottle onto his entrance. 

He jumps, a little frown on his face. “That’s cold.” 

This time you can’t help but giggle at his little look of indignation, the one you know he purposefully exaggerates just for you. 

“It’ll warm up in no time.” You smile and take hold of the base of the strap in your left hand as you press it against him. 

Blue swallows. 

“Relax, sweet thing, and let’s put on a nice show for Anselm while he’s at work, hmm?” 

Blue nods, trying to wriggle a little closer to you. 

You angle your hips up and push into him slowly. There’s a small resistance as the head breaches and Blue lets out a little mewl.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, you can take it, can’t you?” 

He nods, breathing deeply at the foreign sensation. The cock feels much larger now that it’s sinking inside. 

You continue to ease in, stroking his thigh with your thumb. 

Blue bites his lip. 

“How are you feeling? “

“Okay.” He’s looking to the side, away from both you and Anselm, embarrassed almost. 

Gently, you take hold of his cock and pump it slowly. 

Blue groans instantly, his eyes closing. He arches his back instinctively, unintentionally taking more of the strap. That was better. 

You push the last bit inside, his balls resting against you.

“And how’s that?” You ask, still stroking his length up and down languidly. 

Blue nods, biting his lip. “Feels… different.” He says shyly. “Is… is this what it’s like when I’m inside you?” 

“A little.” You smile.

A small frown flutters across his face. 

“Don’t worry,” Your voice is calm, reassuring. “It will start to feel better soon.”

“It’s not bad.” Blue says. “Just…”

“Nothing to write home about?” You smile and he nods giggling. “Well, let’s see if we can change that?” 

You wait for him to nod again before you take your hand off his cock, so that you can brace yourself against the back of the sofa. Slowly you roll your hips, barely letting the strap slide out of him, just getting him used to the sensation. 

He moves shallowly with you, watching your body as you rock together. The sound of the lube is getting him worked up on its own, the way his balls press up against you. It’s nice. Better than nice. 

“I think-” Blue starts to say and then gasps as you pull out an inch and thrust back inside. 

“How’s that?” 

“Again.” He moans, “Please, oh god, again!”

You grin and do exactly as he asks. 

“Good to see he hasn’t lost his manners.” Anselm chuckles and Blue turns to face the phone but his bratty response dies in his throat as you buck again. 

He practically screams. 

“Now those are the sounds we want to hear.” Anselm nods, “Keep fucking him like that, my love.” 

You give him a mock salute that makes him laugh, as you pull Blue’s left leg up so that the middle of his calf is resting on your shoulder. Blue whines underneath you, pulling at the bindings on his wrist and then screaming in pleasure as you start to fuck him in earnest. 

You pound into him, pushing the strap up and against something truly wonderful inside. He’d felt it before, when yours or Anselm’s fingers pressed deep, but this was something else entirely. 

How his muscle was stretched and pulled tight against the relentless onslaught, your thighs smacking against his as all he could do was take what you gave him. 

Nonsense falls from his mouth in a rush, half formed thoughts and syllables. “Please, please, oh mommy, please!” His eyes roll back, his jaw going slack as he moans and screams. 

The sofa thumps as it rocks under the force of your thrusts.  

“Yes, yes, like that.” Anselm groans. 

You glance to the side, watching as your husband leans back in his leather chair. He’s wearing a thick silver cock ring, the one that stretches his balls away from his dick, his hand is a blur as he moves the transparent flesh light up and down over his heavy length. You can practically hear the slap of his own lube over the sound of Blue’s cries. 

Blue squirms, trying to chase his pleasure and you push forward a little, blending him slightly in on himself. He gasps, looking up at you with wide, desperate eyes. 

“God!”

“You like that?” You tease, exertion in your voice, sweat beading on your back. “You like taking mommy’s cock?” 

He whines, tears spilling from his eyes again, “Yes, yes, yes!” 

“Love that mine is the first one you’ve ever had.” You moan and thrust harder, rocking up with each movement so the base of the strap rubs deliciously over your clit. 

Blue sobs nodding. “I’m, I’m,” he hiccups, pleasure is overwhelming him, paling everything else but the feel of you inside. “I’m going to come, I can’t…” 

The cock keeps hitting perfectly, keeps pushing him higher and higher. Every thrust echoes along his own length, buzzing the pleasure along his cock and through his balls until he feels like he is vibrating in the air.

“I’m not going to stop.” You whisper, your voice caressing his skin. “I’m not going to stop until I come.” You growl and he screams.

Lightning sparks up his spine, freezing him in pace as he gasps and falls into bliss. He spurts all over himself, coming hot and thick on his stomach and chest, drained completely by your precise thrusts. 

“Fuck.” Anselm groans, “Keep going my love,” his voice strained. “Keep fucking him until he comes again.” 

You nod, slowing a fraction so that Blue can catch his breath - and tell you ‘red’ if he needs to. 

But he doesn’t, just looks up at you with wide surprised eyes as his cock twitches again, not even softening slightly. 

“I’m, I’m, ohhh!” He sobs, shivering, “It still feels so good.” He pants, confused and drunk on pleasure. 

“Good.” You let his leg fall to your side and lean fully over him so you can grind deep. 

He gasps as you swirl your hips in a figure eight, and shifts as much as he can so that his legs are spread wider. 

“You want to come again?” You tease and grin when he nods desperately. 

The pressure runs along your clit as you rock, pushing you up and up and up. Blue moans, his cries weak and wanton as you move. He looks so perfect under you, fucked out and needy and begging so beautifully. 

“You want me to fuck you like this every day?”

“Please!” He sobs, “Every day, all day, all the time, I need it, I need you, I need-” He gasps, his eyes rolling back as the onslaught against his prostate reaches another dizzying head. He comes again, shivering and shaking, come dribbles out of his cock, adding to the mess he’d made before. 

And it’s the sight of that, of him, that sets you off. Your orgasm hits you by surprise, sinking into your skin and making you lightheaded as you fuck both of you through it. It’s drawn out and syrupy, filling your bones with thick warmth as it washes over you. 

Anselm groans as he spurts inside the fleshlight, slowing his strokes as he shakes and watches you both with dark eyes. He breathes hard and pulls his handkerchief from his breast pocket before dabbing it on his forehead. 

“Well, I think that was a very good first try.” He swallows and hisses as he eases the toy off of his cock. 

You smile at Anselm as you run your fingers through the come on Blue’s stomach, his muscles twitching under your touch, and then press them into Blue’s mouth. 

He moans and sucks them clean messily. 

“I think you should come home now Anselm,” You smile, “So I can fuck you with the bigger strap.”

Anselm’s breathing hitches and he stares at you with dark eyes.

“And Blue can suck your cock while I do it.” Blue groans around your fingers and nods eagerly. 

Anselm swallows and then glances out of frame. “Fredrick, ready the car.” 

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[lustviolence]

Happy Valentine’s Day~

Picture this, you’re watching me get ready for a date. See which panties I choose, which skirt I slip into, what sluty cropped top I managed to put on. You love that I end up in sheer tights before leaving the house.

I always make it a point to show up early on dates. Give myself time to prepare. which you love. Allows you plenty of time to sit next to me at the bar. Make small talk, slip something in my drink. Then watch me go on the worse date.

You can tell I don’t vibe with his conversation. I also realize I don’t feel good, and use it as the best excuse to leave. You follow me into the parking lot. I’m stumbling now, what I thought was just a a headache is quickly turning into a blur as I use my car to hold my balance.

It was so easy for you to walk right over and just scoop me up and put me in the back sit. I don’t even remember you driving us back to your house. I wake up on your bed. Confused at my location but also cause my body feels all tingly.

Once my eyes adjust I see you. You’re ripping my tights “That’s good your finally awake. God you dressed up so pretty, but he was such a bore right? Don’t worry I know what you’re into. God your gonna feel so good”

My eyes go wide as my brain begins to understand the situation. My legs are spread over your lap, you’re pulling my thong to the side and sliding your fingers in. “Fuck your so wet, I knew you liked this”

I try to stop your hands but my limbs feel heavy.

And it’s getting harder to focus, you’re circling my clit now. I try to squirm but you just pull my hips closer to you, causing my too to scrunch up and expose my tits. “Come on now, you’re doing this on purpose huh?”

I feel my body shake as you bring me to an orgasm. You laugh and unzip your pants, pulling your cock out and teasing your tip against my pussy. “Fuck I’m going to make you love this”

You feel my hard shaft gently rubbing against your clit ,feeling the warmth of my cock over your skin as i get closer , your breath exhale a bubbly soft moan , silencing it with a kiss your intoxicated mind betrays your sense of endangerment, responding with your tongue twisting mine.

Geting back for a second , you hear " you're really desperate for cock, are you? , between mumbles your pretty mouth words out a yes.

"Thats why you keep going on dates with losers? ..... it's a Shame, you looked too pretty and usable tonight to go back home horny ,i couldn't help myself from raping your sweet cunt i'm sorry .

You try to talk but using my left hand i accommodate my fat cock and force it's way in . Every inch fills your insides ,twitching your walls as the thickness stretches your cumhole. Your brain can't articulate words or fight back when im pacing slow strokes.

i hold your soft bouncy tits, just to put my mouth arround and suck them into being marked .

You can't oposse anymore , feels too good to your touched starved body giving in being "my valentine victim" , loudly moaning and gatherring your hands around my head ,grabbing my hair while I kept raping and drooling my tongue all over your niples.

The more i punched your cervix ,the more i felt your cream drench all over it .

The slow pace switched into a fast harsh pound .

what are you ? I asked with a raspy voice .Your intoxicated unconcious gave you the appropriate answer......

Your whore you replied between moans

What are you? I asked again louder

Your whore you screamed gasping

Hearing all that made me lose control ,hate fucking your pathetic cumhole in full force ,i kept pressing nonstop, building up the climax and draining all my cum deep inside.

The drugs , my body pressure, and feeling stuffed finally made you pass out .

After taking pictures of your pretty rapehole driping my cum out ,i seated by your side , groping your sleepycunt and filling it again .

Can't wait for round 2 when you wake up

( why im so obssesed over this? Did an anon matched my freak ? , i kept reading your words over and over again , and every single time made my cock throbb so much , dont know how to put it , wouldnt make justice for how this felt for me ,im going to conclude this with a silly question , where do you live ?)

Happy valentines to you too lovely , D.