#stray x reader

[christopher-bangnaldoskzz]

{7:04pm} - Chan

Pairing: Bangchan x Reader 

Genre: 🌶️

Word count: .3k

Warnings: tooth rotting romance, fluff, depressed chan, confessing feelings, KISSING.

"When is it my turn to be happy," he says, aggravated by the situation he sees himself in. You pull him closer to you by the back of his neck, and Chan gulps as his eyes flick to your lips.

You had just spent the last 15 minutes listening to the man you are so desperately in love with a rave on and on about how he wasn't good enough and isn't worthy of anything.

"kiss me," you say as you can barely breathe as Chan is just inches away from your lips.

He attaches his soft, plump lips to yours, both your hands combing through the hair of each other as you do so. He pulls away. "Sorry, I'm not thinking straight..."

"I don't care." You crash your lips as he moans, allowing you access to his mouth.

Chan's eyebrows frown as he softly pushes you away. "I- I", he stutters. "I can't…You deserve better than me," he says, looking down.

You cup his face placing your forehead against his. "I deserve you…. I only want you" Chan's eyes glisten as he fights back tears.

"What is it about me that makes you like me so much? Everything I touch turns to shit" he looked down, and you lifted his chin so that he was staring directly at you.

You brushed down his hair which you messed up a moment prior. "Listen to me….You are everything I have ever dreamt about…you may not be perfect…but who is Channie? I am so proud of you…..so please don't give up on me…because….well, because I love you" Chan's eyes widen a little before he softens his face.

" Did you just say you love me?," he speaks softly, slightly cracking his voice as he says those words.

"Don't make me repeat it, Chan" You smile as he leans in, sliding his hands up your thighs as he lies you down on the couch.

Breaking the kiss, Chan giggles before saying in a raspy voice, "You are everything I want and more."

A/N: thank you all so much i wanted to just post this little 300 word fluff. 

Taglist: @armystay89​ @daceydeath @krishastumblernow​ @bakedlilgoonie @cakeracha @9900z 

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

i ssee you've readded stray... JBHABSHBJ I genuinely miss this game tbh i need to rewatch it

But! Mind if i request headcanons about a post game stray where the reader was a human in a cryo chamber for all these years and gets found by momo, through following the cat? Maybe they were put in cryo with some others and they happened to have lifeless bots like the up above ones that were managing things and keeping them in cryo until stuff was proven to be fine or smthn

I know its prob not accurrate to the ingame lore but i just find the idea neat </3 BJSHJBSHJB but aye, hope you have a good day!! Stay sfae hydrate

-salt anon

It took a while for Momo to find the cat who freed the Companions from their dark and desolate world.

As he ventured above the surface with the other Outsiders, he saw all sorts of stray cats of different breeds and colors..

But none looked anything like the ginger feline with the vest.

He had worried something terrible happened to it...

Until he spotted it running into a facility with a cryo chamber inside.

He learns it was built for the humans who chose to remain outside the walled city--meant to put them in stasis for hundreds of years.

Apparently robots did exist here, too..although Momo quickly noticed they were all orange and were lacking in both life and personality.

They were the Helpers: simple machines following simple directives until they shutdown, giving him generic statements about the facility.

He's disappointed they never got the chance to "evolve", although he noticed they were guarding several pods lit up with green lights, indicating they were occupied.

The Helpers mentioned them being hibernation chambers that wouldn't be open for another 10 years...

But of course, Momo couldn't wait that long to see a Soft One who's potentially still alive.

Haven't they all waited long enough?

He gets to work reviving one occupant (with help from Doc and a certain cat who distracts the Helpers).

Before long, you're wide awake, coming face-to-face with a Companion who has a unique rainbow screen and a flamingo shirt...and this random kitty rubbing against your legs.

You and Momo just sorta....stare at each other for a while.

And the first thing you ask him is:

"Did you learn to adopt pets like we do?"

After the initial shock and hesitancy to speak to someone Companions considered idols/ancestors/gods..he leads you back to his group and explains how the cat you were currently cradling like a baby did the impossible and opened the city with the help of a drone.

You don't believe it, at first...until security footage Doc and Clementine recovered from the Control Room proved otherwise.

You see that B-12 made a huge sacrifice, which saddened them all, but his consciousness was still very much active in the city network. So he was okay.

In the end, until your fellow humans awakened, you, Momo, and the cat decide to stay together somewhere.

And yes, you both officially adopted the feline as your own--along with any other strays who came along.

[nilolol30]

Asking Stray bots you want a baby meme:

Tw: baby

Momo:

Doc:

Clementine:

Blazer:

[perfectlovesmile]

@mmmmmmmbeansSorry for posting so late,It is the fanart basic on yours.Although this is not a physical work, I hope you can enjoy this. I am currently making a secret project with my friends for stray's first anniversary. I expect it to be finished in mid-August. Maybe you guys can guess what will it be like.

[biribaa]

Amen!

Yandere!Momo x Deity!Reader

This idea came from a little story idea in my head where a robot falls in love with a god

TW/CW: Yandere behavior, dead bodies, sacrifices

As a deity, you've been worshiped in every way, from simple incense to brutal sacrifices.

Though, sacrifices were the few offerings humans made to satisfy you. But even so, incense sticks and mini altars having your statue was enough for you, and in return? Anything your divine powers can offer.

Hundreds of years that seemed like seconds to you passed. You kept your own peace, preventing disruption of human life unless you were called upon to interfere. It was quiet, almost like floating in a cold pool.

And a strong energy, which looked like an ear pull, caught your attention.

Things for me? You thought. A good time has passed

You definitely haven't left an eye on earth these days, you barely know the latest news! The thought of seeing how the humans who once treated you so lovingly left a metaphorical smile on your form.

Your presence lit up the area, the figure before you covered his face with jis arms, trying not to be blinded by your gleaming appearance. Emerging into the physical world was almost like stepping out of a pool.

You looked around, the environment interesting, some type of apartment? You've seen one of these before.

But what you didn't expect was the figure in front of you. You looked at him, seeing a metallic skin.

"Not human...?" You breathed silently

You took a better look at him, he had a straw hat and a flamingo coat. The robot knelt down to an altar of you, candles and incense and brutal squiggles of your form taped against the wall.

The robot lifted its screen towards you, spotting the miracle he had madly prayed so much and so much for to appear on front of his screen.

The robot's hands with their fingers crossed in a prayer pose began to shake. You've never seen a robot smile so much in your existence.

"M-My god..." The robot's voice trembled as he saw the miracle in front of him.

The robot's language was different from others, it wasn't Chinese, Russian, English and not even Portuguese or the other hundreds of human languages. But it's not like that stops you from understanding him.

"Yes." You affirmed "Your god is here" A small, kind smile appeared on your face after seeing the happines of the robot

With his knees shaking, the robot rose to his feet, worshiping every bit of your appearance with his eyes.

"I-I did... Everything for your, Y/N..." The poor robot's voice still sounded breathless, but at the same time, it was gentle. "They didn't believe in you... They didn't believe in any of the miracles you could bring... They thought you were a joke from the soft ones..." So lovingly in the robot's entire life, he touched your fabric.

"I was the only one who had faith in you..." The robot, remembering the angry memories, lightly squeezed your soft fabric "They told me I was crazy..." He whispered with hate.

Your smile disappeared seeing the robot's situation, you ran your hand over his head. Your smile returned after seeing the effect it had on the robot, making him stop squeezing your costumes.

"A-And I did everything for you, my god! Every incense spent, every prayer said, every picture I made of you on your altar!" The robot recomposed its posture, opening his arms with his huge smile and small drops of sweat being shown on the screen. You gasped in shock from the scene in front of you. "Every. Single. Sacrifice!"

Behind the robot, there were lots and lots of corpses of other robots, others only looked like they had a few scratches, while others with less luck had their heads completely destroyed by stones.

This was your first robotic follower, and so far, the first most loyal one you've ever seen. You never expected a robot to escape its own programming to do such madness.

But at the same time, you're not even sure you should be surprised, maybe certain robots' sanity is more fragile because of they have more recent experience with emotional things than humans, right? After all, robots weren't originally made to feel like humans, so It's not like they know if there's a limit or not...

"Please, Y/N!" You escaped your thoughts by the robot suddenly taking your hands, and when you blinked your eyes, he was already on his knees again for you.

"Stay! Stay with me, I beg of you! I dedicated everything for you my god!" The bot cried "D-Do you want more sacrifices?! I can do that for you!–"

"No"

He shut up immediately.

"It's enough, Momo"

Just from his name coming out of those divine lips, Momo, the companion, felt his entire body melt.

"My beloved god..." Momo whispered, leaving the grip in his hands.

Having the freedom of your hand again, you let your right hand escape from Momo's hands, then, slowly positioning it next to the robot's head, being considered his "cheek"

The moment could take anyone's breath away, and at that exact moment, Momo was close to falling into a waterfall of emotional tears.

"...I'm sorry" Momo took comfort in your glorious touch, snuggling his head over your palm.

"Apologies are not necessary."

Momo thought he was so filthy compared to the magnitude of you, but who was he anyway to disagree with his god?

"You did a hard job, Momo." You faced the dead companions "I admire your faith in me" You glared at the robot, who had been smiling uncontrollably since he saw you. "Tell me, dear follower, what do you need from me?"

"Let me serve you!"

"...Oh?"

The robot walked a step with his knees closer to your figure. "Please, Y/N, allow me to serve you! You deserve all kinds of admiration from me. Not only will I have your presence all the time, I will satisfy you!" Momo begged

You faced the poor robot, so loyal and willing to do anything for you. You caressed his face once more, which Momo shuddered at the touch.

"If that's what you wish"

[outsders]

іᥒ𝗍r᥆ძᥙᥴ𝗍і᥆ᥒ ⍴᥆s𝗍

she/they/it ◞ sixteen ◞ dutch ◞ INTP-T

pansexual + aromantic/fictoromantic ◞ asd

main / yume blog : @ aftongf ( if I follow you / interact it's with this account .ᐟ )

ᥕіᥣᥣ ᥲᥒძ ᥕ᥆ᥒ'𝗍 ᥕrі𝗍ᥱ

will write :

gender neutral & fem reader

wlw/gl & m/f4a

chubby / plus size reader

autistic reader

fluff , crack & angst

scenarios , drabbles , oneshots

etc. might add more

won't write :

male reader & mlm/bl

smut / nsfw

cheating / infidelity themes

oc's or character x character

anything else im uncomfy with I will lyk

requests are always open ,, unless stated so here otherwise. I will get to them asap ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

𝖿ᥲᥒძ᥆ms і ᥕrі𝗍ᥱ 𝖿᥆r

Five Night's At Freddy's :

Glamrock Freddy

Glamrock Chica

Roxanne Wolf

Montgomery Gator

Sundrop / Moondrop

William Afton (movie William)

Michael Afton (Mike Schmidt)

Vanessa / Vanny (Vanessa Shelly)

Carlton Burke

Charlotte Emily

Jessica

Glamrock Bonnie

Gregory (platonic ONLY)

Cassie (platonic ONLY)

Stray :

Momo

Doc

Clementine

Zbaltazar

Jacob

Seamus

Obey me! One master to rule them all :

Lucifer

Mammon

Leviathan

Satan

Asmodeus

Beelzebub

Belphegor

Diavolo

Luke (platonic ONLY)

Thirteen

Solomon

DC Universe :

Edward Nashton

Harley Quinn

Poison Ivy

Barbara Kean

Jerome Valeska

Jeremiah Valeska

My Hero Academia :

Katsuki Bakugou

Izuku Midoriya

Tamaki Amajiki

Kirishima Eijirou

Denki Kaminari

Ochaco Uraraka

Toga Himiko

Mina Ashido

Sally Face :

Sal Fisher

Larry Johnson

Ashley Campbell

+ possibly other characters / fandoms soon !

[primary-022]

Robot reader fixing up other Robot from the zurks and in the slums trying to give hope to them.

While also trying to cheer up momo and help him with his depression and loneliness.

Then a little cat comes along whiles reader is curious of where the cat came from and how it got down to the slums.

As the cat help momo with connecting back with he's friends and getting to see if they're okay. This got readers thinking of the possible ways of navigating out of the slums to other places.

Reader thought this was the chance they could get of get out of the slums and seeing what's beyond and what they might see outside. To explore more of their desires and dreams and make them reality.

Made another about stray while looking back at my old post and now watching a play through.

[angealsheart]

AFTER HOURS — stray.

the sky is painted with the most beautiful color you’ve ever seen in mega city, yellow, orange, purple and blue melting together into a breathtaking sight as you walk in the busy streets of the city. but you’re not wandering aimlessly, you’re going to meet someone, someone who’s had your heart for a while now.

cw: fluff, slightly confessing, female reader, stray being the most beautiful person in the world.

you enjoyed the little shock of adrenaline the ascender gave you as it was bringing you to the top of one of mega city’s highest skyscraper. after a few more moments, you felt your heart sinking deep in your chest when you find yourself in the middle of the air before landing on the ground. a sigh of relief escaped your lips before you tucked a strand of hair between your fingers, playing with it to ease the burst of nervousness that came from the thought of a possibly wrong landing.

once the nervousness completely vanished from you, it was quickly replaced with a different kind of feeling as you started to walk over the stairs that would’ve led you to the empty helicopter parking space, where you both agreed to meet. you took a quick glance at the sky before stepping on the last rung of the stairs, the orange shade was now nothing but a thin line under the dark blue of the night. it was silent up there, the only thing you could hear were the muffled sounds of cars and motorcycles rumbling under your gaze, it was quite the surreal sight to witness. from that height, you felt like you had the entire control over mega city, as if you could command anything or anyone by just lifting your finger.

a gentle breeze ruffled your hair when you finally reached the middle of the parking space, acknowledging he hasn’t arrived yet. a gentle tap on your shoulder made you turn around with a little jump, your eyes widened before their shape morphed into one of happiness when you finally saw him. he was wearing is signature blue outfit, but his mask was tied up on his hip, giving you the beautiful opportunity to admire his features.

“sorry, i am late.” was the way he greeted you after a long time, his words syncing with his body leaning down to you in a bow of apology. you smiled to yourself, he’s always been like this, polite and respectful to the core…and that’s one of the things you loved the most about him. your hand reached his shoulder, gesturing him to stop bowing, he lifted his head before lifting his back straight as it was a few moments ago. “you’ll never have to bow to me, stray, besides, you’re not late, you’re right on time.” you kept smiling, your lips curving a little more each minute since he showed up. he stared at your smile, his disbelief clearly painted in his brown irises, how could you be so happy just to see him?

“i know i left you without even telling goodbye, and you had to discover it yourself, can you forgive me for that?” it almost seemed like he just wanted to meet you to apologize for everything, almost; he kept asking sorry for things you didn’t even know or remember, but even that way, you couldn’t get annoyed at him. “stray, you didn’t do anything to apologize for, i know you left because of your duties in the fox clan.” you said, managing to let his mind calm down with all the apologies he was ready to give you. “besides, i only care about the fact that you’re finally back.” you admitted, your cheeks started feeling a little hot as you looked into his eyes. “you’ll never do something that’ll upset me, and i know you won’t because you always think before doing anything, especially when it comes to us, and i appreciate this quality of yours.” finally, you saw his lips curving upwards, and your heart stopped beating as you witnessed the rarest and most wonderful thing you’ve ever seen in your life.

the moonlight caressed his skin in such a gentle manner he looked like an angel as he smiled at you, the shining satellite reflected in his eyes gazing into yours. “i’m grateful for what you think about me.” he said, then continued after a moment of hesitance. “and i’m really thankful for having you in my life.” it was the first time that stray opened up about his feelings, even if you’ve been close for a while now, this was a night you’d definitely hold in your heart forever.

© kaisersheart

[malevolent-mechinations]

INTRO POST

Hello there! I have decided to make a sideblog for my fic Spirits and Circuit Boards on AO3! This blog is for answering asks about my Haunted Au for Stray, posting art about it, and small ficlets that don't make it into the stories.

I do take requests and commissions, so feel free to pop into my inbox if you want something for a specific character. Just make sure to put what you want into the ask, unless you want me to have complete creative liberty with it.

DON'TS:

-NSFW aside from gore. Not my thing. -Character death. The only dead one here is the ghost. -Animal Cruelty. Stop it. Get some help.

DO's:

-Character x character. I don't mind shipping, it just doesn't fit the main story. Ask away here! -Character x reader (ghost or otherwise if asked) -Spinoff stories. These will be tagged with "tales from beyond" and do not fit in with the canon of my main fics. -Oneshots -Ficlets -Headcanons

Remember to stay spooky, and have fun!

[pattysplaceofplaces]

Writing X Reader’s Again!! :D

     Hi everyone! Just letting you guys know requests for x reader stories are open for the game Stray (2022) 

Before the requests come in I want say that I will only be doing x reader’s for Stray at the moment. Please don’t ask if I’m writing for anything else or else I will cry. (Don’t test me) 

Anyways here are the rules

What I will write:

X Human reader

X Robot reader

X mythical creature reader 

Platonic

X child reader (ONLY PLATONIC) 

Platonic familial relationships

Angst 

Fluff

Yandere

Head canons 

What I won’t write:

Nsfw

Canon x Canon 

Big character death 

[osamucide]

⊹ I AIN'T NOTHIN' BUT A NASTY DOG!

. . . BSD MEN AS OVERUSED PORN PLOTS!

wc: 5.3k

cw: MINORS DNI—explicit sexual content, gn!+afab!reader, a lot of anonymous sex, dirty talk, BIG DICK MEN, probably a good amount of ooc, some questionable dynamics/dubcon that can be read through the lens of roleplay and/or prior consent. character-specific warnings—chuuya: public sex, penetration; dazai: penetration, riding, creampie; kunikida: professor/student, oral (m!receiving); fukuzawa: secretary/boss, office sex, oral (m!receiving), facefucking; atsushi: HEAVY DUBCON WARNING, stuck, perv atsushi, penetration; akutagawa: blackmailing if you squint, degradation, choking, penetration; oda: penetration; ango: public sex, penetration, riding; nikolai: dubcon, home intruder f!masturbation, penetration; sigma: a tiny bit of perv sigma, oral (f!receiving); fyodor: priest!fyodor, religion/blasphemy kink, christianity-specific, oral (m!receiving)

reid: putting my dual major in journalism to work by subtitling these like bad porn videos. little not so thought out drabbles many with no definitive ending just silly whore thoughts. some are more stupid than sexy but either way i hope you enjoy because this was a blast to write HAHAHAHA

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

⊹ CHUUYA NAKAHARA—HOT GYM BUDDIES CAN’T WAIT UNTIL AFTER THEIR WORKOUT TO FUCK!

“Yeah, that’s a lot better. Look at you, you got it,” the pretty redhead mutters, his hands still firmly on your hips as he spots your squat. “Give me one more, I know you can.”

The praise prompts you to draw in a deep breath that has nothing to do with your next squat; anyway, this gorgeous man, kind enough to help you with your form, believes in you. So you bend once more, squatting down, down, and pushing back up—until on your way back up, you feel your legs begin to buckle.

“Woah, woah.” It’s sweet how concerned he sounds as his hands fly up to the bar and his feet nudge you forward to help you replace the weight on the rack, but his hips end up pressed to yours, and you’re gasping. “You okay?”

You’re fine, caged between him and the bar as he leans over your shoulder to glimpse your face that’s flushed from exertion. Only exertion, surely, even though your ass is pressed firmly to his pelvis. He doesn’t seem hard, but you can still feel it, and it feels big.

“Yeah,” you breathe, moving to duck under the bar, but it’s low and you’re feeling a little dizzy, so you teeter backwards into him, and as his hands find your waist again. “Yeah, I’m about to be done anyway.”

“You should really stretch after maxing out like that,” he suggests, turning you around. “Don’t wanna be hurting, do you?”

But you can only look into his intense eyes and shake your head lightly before he’s easing you to the ground on your back, settling each of his knees over one of your thighs, and slotting his shoulder beneath your hamstring. He pushes forward, gently, slowly, looking to you for anything wrong; and there isn’t.

There’s nothing wrong, except for the fact that you can feel his huge dick against your pussy through both of your shorts.

It’s all you need to start moving blindly, reaching down for his waistband, pawing at his neck, mashing his lips to yours, and he doesn’t hesitate to do it back—he lets up on your leg only to slip your shorts off before your ankle is back over his shoulder and he’s grinding the head of his cock into your wetness.

“You gonna let me in, baby?” he pants hotly, looking down at you squirming beneath him. “Yeah, I know you will—you’re strong, you can take it.”

His tip catches on your clit, and you gasp before he’s plunging into you, setting a brutal pace. “Oh, fuck!”

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” he groans. “So fuckin’ tight.”

He hits the inside of you perfectly, his soft ginger hair falling loose from its low pony—you wish you knew his name so you could scream it, but you settle for moaning, panting, cussing, as he throws your other leg over his shoulder and drills into you on the gym mat. ⊹

⊹ OSAMU DAZAI—MY OLDER BROTHER ALMOST CAUGHT ME FUCKING HIS BEST FRIEND!

“Shit—I’ll be back, gonna go shower this off. Asshole.”

That was what your older brother, Chuuya, grumbled at Dazai before scurrying off to the bathroom. The three of you had just gotten back from getting ice cream, and Dazai had the brilliant idea of snatching Chuuya’s cone from him and sticking it in his hair. Cursing ensued the entire walk home.

And Dazai popped the tail end of his cone in his mouth and grabbed for your wrists as soon as your brother was out of sight, which leads you to now—in the living room, on the couch, bouncing furiously on his cock as he grunts.

“Osamu—be quiet!” you plead with him, but you’re moaning, too.

His lips fall into a grin. “Don’t worry, cutie, I can still hear the shower—fuck! Just keep—keep doing that, you feel so fucking good.”

So you reinforce your grip on his shoulders and slam your hips down to meet his, over and over, drawing sinful sounds from both of your bodies as you’re separated by a single thin wall from your brother—Dazai’s best friend, who would probably murder both of you if he found out you were fucking.

And then the water turns off. You muffle the choked cry you let out into Dazai’s shoulder, so damn frustrated that you won’t get there, not before Chuuya comes back—but Dazai’s flipping you onto your back, grabbing you by your hips, pulling you into him with such fervor that you almost shout.

“Need it, baby, I need to cum in this pussy—”

“Osamu!”

But even you can’t tell if you’re egging him on or warning him to stop—with no sound buffer and Chuuya undoubtedly coming back any minute, your body decides for you that you need it, too, you need to cum and you will, no matter how much your mind protests; your eyes flick nervously up to the hallway when they’re not rolling back from how Dazai’s rearranging your guts.

“He’s gonna come back—unh—and you’re gonna sit here with my cum in you, and he won’t even fuckin’ know.”

He’s digging his nails into your hips and ass, making you twitch, reaching down to rub your clit hard, and when you cum, clenching around him, he shoves his palm over your mouth and spills into you with a last few wet smacks.

Dazai’s scrambling back into his pants as footsteps pad down the hall; he all but throws himself at the other end of the couch as you curl up, dressed but fucked silly, focused on not letting the evidence of what just happened gush out of you and leak onto the couch.

“Fuck was that noise?” Chuuya mumbles, sauntering out as he’s tying his wet hair up.

“Hm? I don’t know, I didn’t hear anything.”

When Chuuya turns toward the kitchen, Dazai tosses you a wink. Your face burns as you feel yourself leaking. ⊹

⊹ DOPPO KUNIKIDA—COLLEGE HOTTIE SUCKS DICK FOR EXTRA CREDIT!

"You do realize I'm going to have to fail you," your professor informs you, looking into your eyes with a little regret. Truthfully, you've always been personable in class and shown promise as a student, and he's disappointed. Not in you, just in your poor academic performance during your final semester.

"There has to be something I can do to make up for it," you nearly plead, hands clasped together on the edge of his desk as you look to him with hope. You know you've been slacking, but you need this class to graduate.

"I don't know—" He sighs your name, clearly confliced. Your attendance record is less than impressive these days, and Kunikida's enforced a strict class participation policy throughout his years of teaching—as well as no extra credit—something he makes clear to all of his students in all of his classes, and you especially should know better after taking his classes for four years. "I don't know. Like what?" Maybe you can do a few credits in the summer and still walk at graduation, or pick up an internship. But he wants you to take the initiative and accountability.

He doesn't really know how to protest when you're slipping out of your seat and sinking to your knees as a spark starts to gleam in your eyes. You rattle off a few academic ideas for posterity, but ultimately find your hands sliding up his thighs and fiddling with his belt.

Fuck it, you think, you'll be out of here soon enough. Plus, Kunikida's always been kind, compassionate, understanding, and sexy—too invested in his field to even notice that handfuls of students on campus would throw themselves at him given the chance. Maybe he'll finally understand, you muse to yourself, as you work his hardening cock out of his dress pants.

He chokes out your name when you take his length in both of your hands; he's all the way gone when you're swirling your tongue over his tip, giving in to your little idea for extra credit sooner than he'd ever admit to himself.

"Oh, fuck—" He's staring up at the ceiling of his office in pure bliss because his student is working hot, sloppy kisses down the underside of his cock. His hands twist into your hair, and you gaze up at him, doe-eyed, as his head falls forward and he looks at you through his glasses. "Keep going. Don't fucking stop."

He's trying not to thrust into your mouth when you fondle his balls; his pretty blond bangs are dampening with sweat, and you can't take your eyes off him as you bob your head faster, hollowing your cheeks around him and moaning at the taste of your professor's cock heavy in your mouth. He twitches and jumps at your attention to detail—your fingers raking tracks down his thighs, your frantic tongue, your fluttering lashes and sugary moans, gags, and slurps that are music to him.

You know, as he falls apart more and more by the second, you won't have to worry about this class anymore.

"Unh—uh, yes, oh, fuck, we'll work something out, yeah, gorgeous? Just don't stop—d—don't stop, don't fucking stop, I'm gonna cum down that pretty throat, yeah, and we'll get it all figured out." ⊹

⊹ YUKICHI FUKUZAWA—NAUGHTY SECRETARY SEDUCES HOT BOSS!

You're perched on his desk when he returns from the meeting—Yukichi, your boss, who, lately, you can't stop thinking about climbling like a tree. You're sure your coworkers see it, too, but you're his personal assistant; no one gets to be as close to him as you, and he trusts you.

Which is why you'll put the moves on him today.

He runs a hand through his silver hair—obviously stressed—sighing as he pulls his office door shut and turns to you. He speaks your name, holds a few papers in your direction, begins instructing you on what he needs from you next.

But you know better what he needs. The papers that make their way into your hands are quickly forgotten about on his desk as you uncross your legs and hop down, sauntering up to place on hand on his arm, the other on his chest.

"Sir, you look so tense. Are you sure there isn't anything else I can do?"

He makes his way to sit down in his office chair, disregarding your touch in a way that has you following after him like a puppy in need of attention.

He doesn't answer, but he also doesn't protest when you settle between his knees beneath his desk and push his yukata and haori up to pool around his hips. His dick is thick and veiny, even soft; when you spit in your hand and begin to work him up and down his mouth falls open with a sigh, and he grows at least two inches as he hardens beneath your grip.

You didn't think you'd be able to fit his absolute monster cock in your mouth, but you find yourself, throat open, with your nose pressed to his happy trail as you swirl your tongue and breathe through your nose frantically; he holds your face down, speaking very little but making up for it with the way he grunts hotly in that deep, rough voice as he bucks into the back of your throat.

"Unh—ugh..."

You breathe through your nose as his hips fall into a brutal pace; his hands on either side of your head keep you pinned in place as he uses you, takes his stress out on you. Your fingers massage his balls, and you can't help the way you hum around him when he twitches in your mouth.

Yukichi pulls out of your jaw and you gasp for air, wiping the spit that drips down your chin with the back of your hand, but he's not done. When he does speak, it's demanding, low, and it makes your cunt throb with need.

"Get up. Get up, sit on the desk. 'Need to fuck you."

You do as you’re told, open up for him with no hesitation, smiling as he works his fat cock into you—yeah, his stress will be gone in no time with the way he fucks your hole so hard and fast that you shake with each creak of his desk. ⊹

⊹ ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA—STUCK IN THE ELEVATOR WITH MY SEXY NEIGHBOR!

"Ah! Atsushi, open the door!"

"Um," he frets, punching the button until he's sure it'll break. If it's not broken already. "I—I can't, it's not working!"

Not working? Is he fucking serious? You're trapped in the door—all you did was try to reach back out for your bag you'd set by the elevator and now you're stuck, by the waist, between the two sliding maneuvers, your bag dangling from your hands.

"It's supposed to have a sensor! It's not supposed to even close when someone's on the threshold!" you cry through your teeth as you try to squirm out. Atsushi's mind is already working, though, over the way you're pinned in half, wiggling your ass as you struggle against the industrial strength of the elevator door. "Atsushi, help me, please call someone or something—"

But his hands are on your hips, pulling backward, and you can't help the noise of surprise that slips out of you.

"Atsu', I seriously don't think that will work, please, just call—Atsushi!"

His hands shake as he slides your pants and underwear down your thighs, exposing your ass; he tunes out your protesting as he undoes his belt. You hear the clink of it hitting the ground, you feel his fingers dipping into your cunt from behind, and he cannot be fucking serious.

"I'm sorry," he cries like it's out of his control—he feels like it is. "I'm sorry, you're so hot, you're right here, I've wanted this for so long."

And you feel yourself beginning to drip at his desperate tone. You can't fucking believe it—this is depraved. This is some shit you would've never expected from the sweet, cute boy in the apartment across the hall who helped you drag your bedframe and couch from this very elevator to your room but here he is, prodding at you with his pathetically leaky cock while you're stuck in the damn elevator door.

And you'd be frustrated with how your body reacts, but as he slides his dick along your cunt, drenching himself in your wetness, you can't help but arch back into his touch.

"Atsushi, you have to fuck me, please."

And he does, fast and unpracticed—he whimpers for you, tells you you're all he thinks about when he jerks off; he confesses that he looks through his peephole when he knows you're leaving for work or school just to get at least one glimpse of you everyday to fuel his imagination, and you gush around him, the pain of the door trapping you falling irrelevant, drifting out of your mind, as he buries his face in your shoulder and humps into you like an animal, pounding against your cervix.

"Fuck, that's right, so good, so, so good—better than I could've imagined—agh, fuck, that's right, take it all, take it, take it, take it...!" ⊹

⊹ RYUUNOSUKE AKUTAGAWA—HOT BABE HAS NO MONEY, LETS THE DELIVERY BOY DESTROY THAT PUSSY!

You rifle through your wallet and hum when you come up short. "Um, I... know you said you don't have a card reader, but I don't have enough cash."

The delivery boy looks at you with little more than boredom until you invite him in.

"Here, let me look in my room—I might have more stashed somehwere..."

He stands over you, searching you with his curious gray eyes as you dig through a drawer, a bag, another bag, only to come up short again. You even peek under your mattress for good measure, but you're just out. You turn to him sheepishly.

"I, uh... I don't have enough, I'm really sorry."

"Well, I can't leave without some form of payment," he deadpans, and you try to think of something, anything—you have a few giftcards for other delivery services, some jewelry—but he's letting his bag fall off his shoulder and grabbing you by the hips before you can register what he means.

You end up face down, ass up on your bed as a compromise, his hips rutting into you from behind as he holds your wrists behind your back. Ryuunosuke his name tag read—you're quick to adopt a way around that mouthful, moaning out, "Ryuu, Ryuu, please!" as he splits you open and calls you a whore.

"Fuckin' slut—"

When you're able to glance back for a second you can see his pretty black hair swaying with each rough thrust, and you're sure he's hitting your lungs—he's so fucking deep inside you, and you're gasping, moaning for more.

"—so eager to—unh—take this dick. Probably hiding your cash somewhere."

But whether you are or not doesn't matter; your eyes are rolling back to the hard smack of his hips against your ass and the white-hot pleasure that rolls through you every time he plows straight into your g-spot, and he's throbbing inside of you at the way your cunt grips him. Your pizza's getting cold on the counter in your kitchen, but you don't care—not when he bunches his fingers up in your hair to arch you back up to him so he can wrap his other hand around your throat.

You hold onto him as he bends you, pulling air down into your lungs when you can, and his gravelly voice barrages you with more words that make you gush around his cock.

"Gonna let me cum in this pussy so you don't have to fork over a few bucks for a pizza? Pathetic."

His teeth sink into your shoulder, his other hand reaches down to torture your neglected clit, and you're sure he's gonna break you over this, your hot delivery boy who just so happened to have the idea to fill you up as payment. You pant his name desperately between thunderous moans—you're gonna cum soon. ⊹

⊹ SAKUNOSUKE ODA—THIS PLUMBER FIXED MORE THAN JUST MY PIPES!

"Okay, that should do it." The man stands up, back to a height at which he towers over you, and you lean on the doorframe to the kitchen as he shuts the cabinets beneath your sink. "It's all movin' again."

You were in your robe when you answered the door, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't run to the bathroom to fix your hair and swipe on a little lip balm while he was working. Really, you hadn't meant to try to fuck the plumber. But this man was gorgeous, with his auburn hair, stubble-lined jaw, large hands, broad shoulders. You felt your eyes widen when you first laid eyes on him, and now you'd been throbbing thinking about what those thick fingers could do other than plumbing.

You pull your robe tighter around yourself, hoping to subtly accentuate the outline of your body. "Thank you so much, really, I don't know what I'd have done without the sink."

"Probably used the dishwasher a lot more," he cracked dryly, and your previous words suddenly feel stupid, but it only serves to make him hotter.

"How should I pay you?" You stride over to him. "Cash?"

"You can just pay online." He looks tired, but he has a well-meaning smile on his face.

You look a little incredulous. "Really? I can't—do you accept tips? Seriously, top notch work and super quick. I can't not thank you."

"I'm really not supposed to take tips," he drawls, running a hand through his hair. You find yourself biting your lip; you can't look away from him. You must look like a rabid animal right now, but you can't help it.

He doesn't tear his eyes away from yours.

"I mean, unless..."

Those three words are what find you on your back in your bedroom with your robe thrown open, the sweet and efficient plumber named Sakunosuke standing at the edge as he impales you on his cock. He worked you open with those fingers first, fast and harsh, just how you begged him to, but nothing could've prepared your weeping hole for the stretch of his fat dick—and now he's pounding into you, his hands clutching your waist as you hold your legs open for him to thrust deeper, deeper.

“Oh, shit. Unh—so wet—“

His groans come from his chest, deliciously—he looks a little like he knows he shouldn't be doing this, but your cunt is sucking him in like it was what he was supposed to come here for all along. You spasm and clench around him and he throws his head back, your whole body rippling as his strong hips and heavy balls smack lewdly against your ass with each thrust.

“Mmph—fuck—break that sink of yours more often, alright?” ⊹

⊹ ANGO SAKAGUCHI—I JOINED THE MILE HIGH CLUB (EXTREMELY RISKY)!

The man you met in the airport bar—oh, he’s pretty.

He's even prettier in your mind when the pilot announces phone permissions now that you're in the air, and the first notification your phone receieves is from him.

I have an open seat next to me in first class. Come visit.

You don't hesitate for a moment. You stride forward from the economy section, past the flight attendants who protest at you flimsily to search for his seat number—you see his unmistakably gorgeous hair, his glasses, his sharp side profile as he speaks to an attendant, catches you in his peripheral, and then shoos her away.

There's hardly niceties before one of your legs is slung over his knee and he kisses you with fervor. You don't think too hard about the people around you—none of whom can actually see you but without a doubt will know exactly what's happening in a few minutes—as you grind down onto his thigh, bite his lips, draw soft gasps from him when your knee nudges his bulge.

Before you know it, his cock is free and he slides your underwear to the side so you can sink onto him; he groans shamelessly when your wet heat envelops him completely, causing heads to turn in your direction, but you just brace your knees against the airplane seat and your hands on his shoulders make quick work of milking him of everything he has.

He kisses you, hot, heavy; he smells good, he smells expensive, and you tear his dress shirt open to rake your nails down his chest as he grabs your hips, letting his head fall back and a full-bodied moan into the cramped air of the plane as he does so. You lift up to let him thrust, let lewd smacks resonate throughout first class, and with your chest in his face he rides your shirt up to latch his teeth to one of your nipples; you echo him, moaning unabashedly, running your hands through your hair, gripping him as people look on.

"Fuuuck, yeah, feels so good," he praises from beneath you. "Knew I had to fuck you from the second I saw you." His eyebrows draw up in concentration as he looks down at where your bodies meet and continues fucking up into you hard. "Hah—listen to that cunt cry for me. You like being watched, huh? Gonna let me fuck you 'til the plane smells like sex? Huh?"

You nod, messily, desperately, and he quickens his pace ever faster, pulling you back down into a sloppy kiss.

An attendant awkwardly approaches in the aisle, but the gorgeous man who's destroying your insides just holds up a palm, shoos her away again.

"Fuck—so sexy. Keep takin' this dick." ⊹

⊹ NIKOLAI GOGOL—LUCKY INTRUDER GETS TO FUCK HORNY VICTIM!

You're splayed out on your bed, two fingers stuffed deep in your cunt—and he's just surprised you didn't hear him breaking the lock on your front door.

When you meet his eyes, you're so glazed over with pleasure that you barely miss a beat, your gaze only blowing wide when he peers around your bedroom doorway. His snowy white hair, his sharp features—you can't find the sense to be alarmed at this unfamiliar man, the one holding your laptop and—is that your wallet?

Doesn't matter—they're clattering to the ground, another factor here you can't find it in yourself to care about as his gray eyes are locked onto you fucking yourself open on your sheets. The sheen of sweat that covers your skin, your desperate moans as you grind your clit against your palm, the obscene squelching that comes from your wet cunt—they all serve to propel him over to you, prompt him to dig his already-hard cock out of his pants as you just watch, beg him with your stare to come fill you up. You're so lucky he's here, really—you look like you're struggling to get deep enough with your pathetic little fingers; he guesses it's only fair that he repay you for the material goods he's about to rob you of and pawn off on whatever sucker will buy them for cash, right?

"Right? I'll help you out—" He gives his cock a few pumps as he positions himself between your legs, "—looks like you need it, sweetheart."

You can only bite your lip to supress the moan that leaves you as he enters your cunt and lifts your fingers up and out of you by your wrist to swirl his tongue around them, lick them clean. He's huge—even your third and fourth fingers weren't enough to prepare you properly for the burglar’s dick in your needy pussy, so you let out strained combinations of gasps and screams when he starts to drill into you mercilessly. You can't help the way your ankles link behind his back, the way you reach for him—and he smiles wickedly when your eyes roll back.

"You like having a stranger's cock deep in your guts, huh?" he speaks between deep sighs and grunts. You can only babble your incoherent agreement, your laptop and wallet forgotten, the actions of this man forgotten, everything but how desperately you need to squirt all over him forgotten—you reach down and rub your clit, play with your nipples as your mouth is frozen open as you moan, moan for this man who's just broken into your home. "Uh—yeah, you're gonna like takin' all my cum, too, I bet." ⊹

⊹ SIGMA—MASSEUR HELPS HIS SEXY CLIENT RELIEVE STRESS!

"Oh, yeah—right there," you groan softly as the heel of his palm meets the center of your back. You've been looking forward to this full-body massage the whole week, and this man was not disappointing.

He works his way down your back, twisting knots out as he goes—his lithe fingers feel like heaven against you, overworked from hours at your desk hunched over your computer.

But it's a full-body massage, as mentioned before; when his fingers dig into the plush of your asscheeks, you can't help the groan that leaves you.

"That okay?" he inquires; you think you hear a shake in his voice.

"More than okay," you reply, thinking you could fall asleep as he works you into relaxation. You could close your eyes from how good it feels, or you could peek behind you and see his face burning with blush at your sounds. You do the former, but smirk a little at how sweet it is of him to check in.

He checks in again when his hands are inching your underwear down, and you tell him of course, he's the professional.

He's still the professional when he climbs up on the table behind you and buries his flushed face into your cunt. You arch up and back, crooning, as his hands stay massaging you, spreading you apart, kneading your ass with career expertise and plunging his tongue into you with enthusiasm.

"Oh! Oh—feels good," you breathe, grinding back into his face, onto his nose. He laps at you happily, this masseur you've barely looked upon for a total of twenty seconds, but you can't lie to yourself and say you didn't think he was pretty when he led you back to his room; he hums into you, sending you shivering, twitching. "Please, more."

"Mhm," he mumbles, releasing one of your asscheeks to lay back beneath you and insert a long, thin finger into your pussy; you sigh, you settle onto his face, and his tongue speeds up in this new position in a way that rips a high moan from your lungs.

Not hunched, but arched, the stretch feels heavenly on your back in combination with the way he pumps another finger into you; you graciously sit up, throwing your head back, begging, pleading for more until his tongue settles into a tight back-and-forth rhythm over your clit. "Please, please, please—"

You grind against his nose, your moans become more erratic, and you dig a hand into his hair as your hips move in dizzying circles over his head.

"Cum for me?" he asks, muffled by your pussy; you'll ride him until his face is soaked. ⊹

⊹ FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY—CONFESSING MY SINS ENDS IN HUGE CUMSHOT ALL OVER MY FACE!

“And I’ve been terribly, terribly lustful, Father Fyodor,” you say with regret. “It consumes me. I really never used to be like this."

"Temptation lurks everywhere," the priest sympathizes. You can barely see him through the grate, but his soft, forgiving voice sounds close to you. "The Devil and his army are constantly exploiting our vulnerabilities to try and turn us to sin, but worry not, child of Christ; we're human. I'm here to guide you. Continue."

You shift on the wooden seat in the booth, crossing your hands tighter over your lap. "That's really all. It's been very concerning to me. I think about it... I think about it so much."

"About what?" Father Fyodor prompts, and you bristle even more at being asked to elaborate.

"Sex," it barely comes out as more than a whisper. "I can't help it—it's everywhere. It leaves me feeling so... exhausted and frustrated, and the only thing that helps is... Well..."

But you're met with silence. You know he wants you to go on. You're here to confess, after all.

"...touching myself. I do it at least once a day. It's like a burning within me—nothing helps but—but—cumming all over my fingers." Your voice is laced with shame—the throbbing of your cunt as you talk makes you feel all the more guilty, and you can only imagine how he's shaking his head. "That's all. That's all."

"You'll do penance," he says, comfortingly. "When we bring our sins to the Lord and repent he cleanses us of them."

The grate pops out of the window, and you see the the waist of his alb as he speaks his next words.

"You'll take communion, now—" the cinctures around his waist fall undone beneath his hands, and the alb is hiked up to reveal a leaking cock, pretty and pale and bobbing in the air of the confessional. "—and be saved from the flames of perdition.”

"Yes, Father, please. Anything to be saved." But your mouth waters in a way that you know has little to do with your thirst for salvation.

"Take this; eat. This is my body," he recites the scripture as his length reaches through the window; your hands, eager and already on the threshold, accept him willingly. As you wrap your mouth around him, he groans, and it's like seraphim singing their holy, holy, holy.

"That's it—child of God, follower of Christ; I absolve you of your sins," he gasps as his tip hits the back of your throat which was begging for forgiveness moments ago. His hands reach through the window to stroke either side of your face, and then hold you in place to fuck your throat. "The Lord will forgive you for this." ⊹

[christopher-bangnaldoskzz]

2:03am - Chan

Pairing: Bangchan X Reader

Word count: .3k

genre:🌶️

Warnings: Kissing and Swearing

“Kiss me properly” he says not letting your hips go. 

“Channie stop” you giggle

“You haven’t kissed me properly all day… and I’m not letting you go until I get what I want” he smiled 

He leans in and you turn your head so his lips collide with your cheek.

“Y/N” he whined. 

You giggle as you can tell he is becoming increasingly frustrated with you. You shake your head in amusement, still refusing to answer his question. He sighs and pouts before finally giving up and walking away. You chuckle to yourself as you watch him leave, satisfied that you had won this battle.

“Channie wait” you say placing your hands on your hips. 

He turns around and slouches like a child. "What?" He pouts.

You walk over to him your lips now inches away from his, his eyes softly following every inch of your face before landing on your lips. 

You close the gap placing a gentle kiss on his lips. He breathes in as his hand slides down to grab your ass, squeezing it lightly. His other hand slides up your back as you deepen the kiss. You can feel the electricity between you as your bodies move closer to one another. You break apart, both breathless.

He leans his forehead against yours, his eyes searching for yours. He smiles, a small one, before leaning in to capture your lips again. His lips are soft and gentle as he moves them against yours. You can feel the warmth radiating from his body and a tingle running down your spine. You close your eyes and melt into him, the kiss intensifying as the moments pass.

"that's better" he giggles as he pulls away.

A/n: thank you for reading you know what to do 😂

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[nilolol30]

momo proposing???? :0 would love to see

OOO good idea! Warning though I'm still bad at confessions and proposing writings so I won't go too deep into detail <3

It took months for Momo to even gather the courage to even plan the proposal he always thought about it right after you informed him what that was but after the other outsiders hyped him up he began working on it first he decided to do a full research about proposals and marriage.

Then he decided to make the ring himself he had a few bins full of 'Not good enough' or 'It looks too wonky it might not fit' and 'No they won't like it!' attempts he was quite sneaky about how he got your finger measurements deciding to do it when you were sleeping next to him.

After he finally succeeded he only had to make the plan of proposal he struggled to pick out your favorite spot then he decided he'll do it the place you guys had your first date.

After you both agreed to the time to meet he was still panicking trying to figure out how to put his emotions to words even though he still has a speech for you but when he saw you at the location he felt like he'd reboot.

After you both had a meaningful conversation you both sat in comfortable silence taking in the view so then he decided to begin his confession and then he copied what he seen in ancient writings about how human proposed and got on one knee.

He waited for your response when he felt your arms around him as you yelled out your acceptance he didn't fight the heart that appears on his screen as he hugged you back and taking a step back to put the ring on your finger softly bumping his screen on your forehead.

[perfectlovesmile]

Happy Valentine~

[biribaa]

My name is Biriba, or just Writer Computer, it/it's :P. And as you can see I am a computer that writes x reader fanfics for specific fandoms. I'm a minor and brazilian.

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Non fanfiction related blog > @localcomputer-quotes

I can write fluff, yandere, angst and platonic or family related oneshots. I promise to put trigger warnings for the angst and yandere ones

Here's the list of the fandoms I can write for:

Stray

Faith

Don't Hug Me I'm Scared

Inscryption

The Stanley Parable

Electric Dreams

Tau

Brawl Stars

Doors

Madness Combat

No Straight Roads

Will You Snail?

I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream

Splatoon(Tartar only)

The Mitchells vs The Machines

Pinocchio Guillermo Del Toro(No pinocchio pls)

SCP Foundation

2001: Space Odyssey

Ordem Paranormal(Gosto mais de escrever sobre os monstros/qualquer personagem não humano)

Mandela Catalogue(No Gabriel request pls)

Skullgirls

The Little Brave Toaster

Awful Hospital Seriously The Worst Ever

Tower Heroes

Billie Bust Up

The Amazing Digital Circus

Playtime with Percy

Regretevator

Zardy's Maze

Ultrakill

Pressure

Dandy's World

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Smut, of course, I'm a minor and even if I wasn't I'm not at all good with human anatomy. Any incest or pedo or any disgusting things, you got it. Age up child characters(age up a child still means you're attracted by the child).

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