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hauntedpaperdoll · 2 years

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COLA — sub!alpha! armin x dom!omega! male reader.

SYNOPSIS — you go into heat, armin catches your scent… what could go wrong?

WARNINGS — alpha/beta/omega dynamics, knots, porn w no plot, implied mpreg, hentai logic.

NOTE — for @hauntedpaperdoll ,, hope this lives up to ur expectations <3

DNI — fem alligned [including he/she], you will be blocked.

If anything it was your fault. So caught up in the chaos of the Marley and its invasion that you completely forgot to take your suppressents and now here you are, legs shaking, face flushed a deep red and your nails digging into the wood in an attempt to keep yourself steady on your feet — which was proving futile as time went on. Deciding you couldn’t stand a second longer of the burning, almost icy sensation between your legs you slowly begin to inch your fingers closer to your sex, mindful of the fact that you were currently in the stables, and that anyone could catch you in the middle of touching yourself; but that only made you more excited.

Slipping your fingers inside yourself, you wait a few minutes to get used to the two before slowly pumping them in and out of yourself, panting and staring as you watched juice slip down your [s/t] legs. Although it satiated you for a bit, it still wasn’t enough, your biology demanding that you be stuffed full of an alphas knot — but that seemed to come sooner than you expected, as you heard a small gasp of surprise and the sound of a bucket tipping over before the scent of an alpha flooded your senses and you whipped your head in its direction.

But you were surprised at what met your gaze. The last person you expected to catch you masturbating was Armin, one of the only recessive alphas to make it into the survey corps. You watched as his once pale white face was flooded red, and not soon after that a tent formed in his pants. After watching you stare at his crotch after the initial shock of seeing one of the most sought after omegas fingering himself, he violently threw his hands to his crotch — embarrassed beyond belief.

After staring at each other for a few moments a closed-mouth smile made its way onto your face, and you finally spoke since Armin had first found you in this position. “I-i’m sorry you found me like this…but I could r-really use your help..” You whimpered, straightening your back and looking straight into his eyes, though your fingers movements never faltered. Armin was at a loss for words, there’s no way, he thought, no way in hell we’re you actually asking Armin out of any other alpha to have sex with. Armin was tiny, at least in comparison to his other alphas, and him being recessive didn’t help. Though that wasn’t on your mind at all, the only thing that was coherent enough was the cries of your inner omega to be fucked and filled by the blond in front of you.

Though Armin was hesitant at first, it didn’t take long for him to find himself beneath you as you rolled and slammed your hips back down repeatedly, head thrown back and blush covering your entire face, along with your whorish moans were more than enough signal to Armin that you were enoying this. Both of you had abandoned the possibility of being caught a while ago, the only thoughts being shared being the need to fuck and breed. It didn’t take long for Armin to release inside of you, his knot catching, his tip kissing your cervix repeatedly, but you didn’t stop, ignoring the slight pain that accompanied each thrust after his knot caught, and even after tears started making their way down his face

“y/n..! wait, I just came..give m-me a moment..!” He squealed, his legs starting to shake from over stimulation, but you didn’t stop, seemingly doing the opposite as your movement started to speed up, and Armin swore he saw stars in your eyes as you moved above him. “S-top being such a b-baby Armin, you can t-take it..” You hissed, interrupted slightly with every plunge to your womb — Armin started to sob soon after, tears and snot staining his face as he watched you almost elegantly fucking yourself on his dick.

Armin was completely overwhelmed, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, legs shaking from overstimulation as you kept slamming his dick into your womb. It wasn’t until his second orgasm that you finally came — your legs quivering and your insides tightening around his cock as you came undone. Taking a few minutes to catch you breath, you finally looked down at Armin — greeting him with a closed-eye smile, before leaning down and kissing him, nuzzling his chest soon after. “You’re such a good boy,” you whispered breathlessly, “Such a good boy.” He smiled in return, still star-struck that this happened, before passing out — both of you having stopped caring about what consequences what ensue after this.

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hauntedpaperdoll · 2 years

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I think if I was in about, I'd defently be like a dominant omega. Ehy is there no dominant omega fics bro 😭. Like imagine them with a more submissive or passive alpha. Like maybe JUST MAYBE the alpha doesn't have strong alpha tendencies despite being one (maybe they act more like an omega themselves?) And reader goes into heat. Ofc alpha guy gets like turned on n shit but still doesn't really feel possessive or dominant... Like a whiney top? So reader just power bottoms tf out of them there entire heat. Pair it with a yandere omega?? Wooof

I can imagine this sorta dynamic with giyu (demon slayer) or Jonathan bryers (stranger things) but I'd love to hear your thoughts on it!!

#x male reader #abo #male reader #male reader smut #dom reader #fanfic #x reader smut #giyu #jonathan stranger things

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hauntedpaperdoll · 2 years

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Catching up

Request: Can I request a Steve Rogers x Male!Reader smut where the reader was a secret ex boyfriend from the 40’s who had himself frozen when he heard that Steve’s plane crashed in the ice… They find each other in the present and Steve shows reader how much he’s missed him

a/n: set before civil war

This was it, his plane was taking a nose dive straight for ice, it all was over.

Steve took a long deep breath to calm himself for the inevitable.

He grabbed the little square picture of you sitting in the crook of his window that you had given him before he left and held it close to his heart.

No matter what happened you would always be with him.

Being gay in the 1940′s wasn’t the most accepted of ideas so your relationship with Steve was kept a secret despite being together or years.

When he joined the military and became Captain America he promised he would always come home to you.

Then one night Peggy told you that Steve’s plane crashed and neither the plane nor a body could be recovered.

You were a wreck for months.

Peggy had once mentioned some government contracted scientists she knew who were experimenting in cryogenics, freezing people to preserve their bodies and minds for a long period of time.

A part of you could feel that Steve was still alive somewhere so you convinced Peggy to get you in contact with the scientists.

You volunteered for one of their experiments and they froze you in a capsule for what they called ‘a long sleep’.

It was 80 years before someone unfroze you and let you back into the world.

Weeks later you stood in time square, it was so different from what you remembered, the buildings stood taller with glowing signs, crowds of people pushed themselves through the busy streets filled with cars much more advanced than those of your time.

Person after person bumped into you, “watch it,” said one man with a weird square thing held up to his ear.

Suddenly there was a loud crash from above and you ducked down out of instinct.

There were a group of people fighting in the sky and the civilians surrounding you were completely unfazed by the event

“Look mom it’s the avengers!” a child cheered.

The group of people landed on the ground, an alien looking creature defeated and everyone around you applauded them before continuing on their way.

In the center of the group was a face you immediately recognized.

“Steve!” you called out and he looked your way.

“Y/N?” he gasped running up to you, “Y/N, is it really you?”

“It’s me Steve,” you said reaching out and gently touching his face.

“But how,” he asked.

“It’s a long story,” you chuckled.

“Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I’d see you again,” he wanted to kiss you right then and there but knew it was a bad idea while being out in public so he controlled himself.

Steve took you back to Stark tower, explained what happened to him, who the avengers were and what they did while you told him how Peggy helped you get involved with cryogenics.

When he showed you to his room he was quick to push you up against the now closed door and kiss you with all the love he could.

“I missed you so much Y/N,” he whispered in between kisses.

“I missed you too Steve,” you said as he dragged you over to his bed.

“When my plane was going down all I thought about was you, I held onto that picture of you and I kept it with me all these years,” he admitted laying you back against the pillows, now hovering over you.

“I never stopped loving you Steve,” you said gripping the hem of his shirt and pulling it off of him.

“I never stopped loving you either Y/N,” he muttered before kissing you again.

Your arms were wrapped around his neck, puling him closer to you but after 80 years it still couldn’t feel close enough.

Steve pulled your shirt over your head, moving down to kiss your jaw, your neck, your chest, right over your heart.

He unbuttoned your pants, dragging them and your boxers off of you.

Taking a firm grip on your cock he began slowly stroking up and down, “I can’t tell you how many nights I’ve thought about you,” he said kissing your lips again.

After a few minutes of teasing you grew impatient, “Steve, please,” you groaned.

“Anything for you Y/N,” Steve said standing up to take his own pants off.

He was already quite hard when he released his cock from his boxers.

Grabbing a hold of your hips and bringing you to the edge of the bed he raised your hips higher in the air so he could line himself up, gently pushing forward.

He started a slow rhythm, easing himself inch by inch until he was in you fully.

“Steve!” you cried out as he then pumped faster.

You had one hand gripping tightly on the sheets beneath you and the other wrapped around your cock, stroking furiously.

“I’m so close,” you moaned.

“Me too baby, me too,” he breathed out.

With just a few more strokes you spilled out onto your chest and the sight was enough to push Steve over too.

You could feel him cumming inside you and for the first time in so long you both felt at peace.

Steve gently pulled out of you, kissing you once more and walking to the bathroom, returning with a towel.

He dabbed the towel across your chest, “that was… incredible.”

“It sure was,” you laughed.

When he finished cleaning up he climbed into the bed next to you, both of you settling into the pillows.

“Get some rest Y/N, when we wake up we have a lot more catching up to do,” he grinned.

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hauntedpaperdoll · 2 years

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Marrying Eddie headcanons

Requested by @inhumanshadows

· Eddie gets super into the planning of the wedding

· he’s a journalist so he’s a detail oriented guy

· everything’s got to be perfect

· right down to the colors of the napkins

· the day before the wedding he gets nervous

· “are you sure you want to spend the rest of your life with me”

· “i couldn’t be more sure of anything in my life”

· the ceremony is elegant but still homey

· he rambles during his vows about how much he loves you

· and he cries

· everyone laughs when he asks for a second to recollect himself

· when you guys say ‘i do’ Eddie’s got a huge smile on his face

· and Venom whispers to him “kiss 'em you idiot”

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hauntedpaperdoll · 2 years

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Masterlist

Albedo:

Saving them from someone they aren’t interested in not taking the hint - gender neutral reader

Zombie apocalypse AU - gender neutral reader

Amber:

Playing Cupid for your crush - gender neutral reader

Childe:

Argument that results in reader getting hurt in the end (Part 1) (Part 2) - gender neutral reader

Diluc:

“it’s easy to confuse feelings for something they aren’t, especially when eye-contact is involved.“ - Gender neutral reader

Saving them from someone they aren’t interested in not taking the hint - gender neutral reader

Diluc comforting their s/o - gender neutral

With a bird helping reader - gender neutral

B-side - gender neutral reader

Marriage proposal (Part 1) (Part 2) - gender neutral reader

Childhood confessions - gender neutral reader

Gorou:

Betrayal - gender neutral reader, borderline crack fic (a Part 2 will be done soon enough)

Saving them from someone who they aren’t interested in not taking a hint - gender neutral reader

Food thief - gender neutral reader

The joys of life - gender neutral reader

Cake and Confessions - gender neutral reader

Kaeya:

A break-up prank that backfires - gender neutral reader

Saving them from someone they aren’t interested in not taking the hint - gender neutral reader

Imposter Kaeya - gender neutral reader

Hanahaki fic (Part 1) (Part 2) - gender neutral reader

Down on ones luck (Prologue) (Part 1) (Part 2) - gender neutral reader

Ningguang:

Reader who dislikes Ningguang for taking away their friend - gender neutral

Thoma:

Forgetting your anniversary - gender neutral reader

It’s me or them (Part 1) (Part 2) - gender neutral reader

Xiao:

Zhongli:

Calling you someone elses name - gender neutral reader

Longer series Below!

Adeptus reader fic:

Adeptus reader who Zhongli forgets about (Part 1) (Part 2) - gender neutral reader, featuring Xiao

A bitter truth (Gorou + Albedo, gender neutral reader):

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

Unresolved feelings (Kaeya + Albedo): Completed

(Part 6) (Part 5) (Part 4) (Part 3) (Part 2) (Part 1)

Aromatic home (Coffee house AU)

(Part 1)

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hauntedpaperdoll · 2 years

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Okay. But would you be willing to write a first time between an ftm reader and ftm Eddie Brock? I feel like it has some very good vibes. If Venom's there too that's a plus 😅

Three weeks is how long you've known Eddie Brock, well in person that is, you've known of him because of his career for years but it wasn't until three weeks ago you met on a dating app and started seeing each other.

Eddie took you out to a nice dinner, venom constantly whispering in his ear if tonight was the night he'd finally bring you back to their place.

Much to venoms surprise Eddie actually did ask you come back to his apartment, he didn't necessarily mean for sex if you weren't ready but he happily followed along as you made your way to his bedroom, kicking off shoes and jackets in the hallway as you kissed.

"So how do you want to do this?" Eddie asked, taking his shirt off.

"You be on top," you say running your hands over the scars on his chest.

"I can do that," Eddie smiles, tugging your own shirt over your head and kissing you again, guiding you back onto the bed.

After making out for a while Eddie was desperate to touch you, undoing the buttons of your pants and sliding his hand inside to find the wetness gathering there.

"Take off your pants," you tell him and Eddie does so, his packer bulging in his underwear, "you are so hot Eddie."

"You're pretty hot yourself Y/N," Eddie chuckles, going to his dresser and pulling out his strap on.

His underwear and packer are gone, his strap now nicely in place and pushing against his already throbbing clit.

He gets back on top of you, kissing you slowly and ridding you of your pants and underwear.

Your hips rock when he pushes a finger inside you, opening you up when he adds a second pumping finger.

"Fuck," you groan and Eddie nips at your neck, delighted at the sounds coming out of you.

You grunt in displeasure when Eddie retracts his fingers but suddenly his cock is slipping inside you and you're in ecstasy.

"That feels so good," you moan and Eddie starts thrusting his hips.

"You want me to fuck you Y/N?" Eddie asks as he teases you with slow movements of his hips.

"Please fuck me Eddie," you beg and he pounds away at you.

"I think he likes that," venom says excitedly in Eddies ear.

"Not now," Eddie says trying to get venom to leave him alone.

"Huh?" You ask as the whole bed is shaking under the two of you.

"Nothing," he assures you and continues to fuck you steadily.

Within minutes Eddie has you close to the edge and when he reaches down and begins to play with your clit you're a goner.

You're crying out his name as you cum, holding onto his biceps as your body spasms and he fucks you through it.

When your aftershocks subside, you tell Eddie, "I want to eat you out."

He smiles and pulls out of you, standing up so he could take the strap off and switch places with you.

Now Eddie is on his back, soaking wet as you position yourself between his legs.

"Did fucking me really turn you on this much?" You grin, your tongue tasting him for the first time.

"I told you you were hot," he laughs, moaning as your tongue toys with him.

Eddie tangles his fingers in your hair, holding your head in place as you eat him out.

You pinch his clit between your fingers, rolling it and Eddie's hips jolt upwards.

Once again venom is making comments to Eddie and Eddie is doing his best to drown him out because the last thing he wants you to do is to stop.

Your tongue is rapidly flicking back and forth while your fingers give pressure to his clit causing Eddie to cum all over your chin.

"Holy shit," he shouts as his thighs clamp around your head.

You lick him clean and kiss your way up his body, "you want to take a shower and get cleaned up?"

"Only if I get to go down on you while we are in there," he smirks.

"I was hoping you'd do just that."

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Can I request a #74 on your smut prompt list with Steve Rogers??

74. “We’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still horny?!”

It was seven in the morning, you and Steve making your way to the shower after a long night of fooling around.

“You promised me breakfast Steve,” you said playfully.

“After a shower i swear,” he said pulling you under the water with him.

He kissed you hard, his hand finding your cock.

“We’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still horny,” you groaned.

“It seems I’m not the only one,” he smirked as your cock got hard.

He got down on his knees, taking a slow lick up the shaft.

“Steve,” you moaned.

He took you into his mouth, bobbing his head.

One of his hands reached around and squeezed your ass.

His tongue swirled around your cock as he prodded a finger into your ass.

Steve pumped his finger in and out of you while his mouth was busy with your cock.

“Get up,” you eventually bordered.

Steve got back to his feet and you immediately turned him around, pressing him up against the wall and pushing your cock inside him.

He clawed at the shower tiles while you fucked him.

Your hands were on his hips, holding him in place.

The water sprayed around you, your’s and Steve’s moans bouncing off the walls.

The room grew foggy from the hot water but all you two were focused on was each other.

Steve stroked his cock quickly, “I’m gonna cum,” he groaned.

Within seconds Steve was cumming but you kept thrusting into him roughly.

Moments later you were cumming inside him.

“Good thing we’re already in the shower, easy clean up,” he laughed.

“Now where’s my breakfast Rogers,” you said a few minutes later when you guys finally got out of the shower.

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hauntedpaperdoll · 2 years

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do you know any good male reader blogs on here? :) trying to find more but they’re so rare it’s sad

I do!! There’s @thebisexualdogdad

@iliumheightnights

@6rookie-writer0110

@that-bi-bitch-writes

@stinkysam

@just--another--daydreamer

@bigfan-fanfic

@denim-devil

@malereader-inserts

@malereaderinsert

That’s all off the top of my head! If anyone knows anymore please feel free to add them.

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hauntedpaperdoll · 2 years

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SPIKE ME | k. sakusa

pairing : sakusa kiyoomi x male reader

type : series / fluff / angst / crack

summary : sakusa kiyoomi, one of the top three ace of highschool volleyball players on japan, fall in love with his childhood friend, who keep asking sakusa to spike him volleyballs to block.

warnings : the story might content ,, cursing, mentions of homophobia, fighting, yelling, possible angst, and more.

note : i do not own haikyuu! haikyuu belongs to furudate. the story might content manga spoilers at the end! all graphics and plot are mine! do not steal or repost without credit! (dni: fethisize mlm, fujoshi, fudanshi, under 13)

tags : [ main tags ] @astrozuya @tojizitos

─ LINKS !

wattpad book

series playlist

characters

─ CHAPTERS !

one | normal days ( wip )

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hauntedpaperdoll · 2 years

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Bruce Wayne X Male Reader

|| Masterlist ||

😭 This shit gonna make me cry, the soulmate trope always gets to me depending on how they do it but I’ll try my best to make it soft and not too ANGSTY! I’ll also do the sentence tattoo since it’ll make the story a lot more emotional. Child, I made this too long and way too emotional. I listened to the song attached below as I wrote this, I enjoy the first minute of the song but the tune explains the story.

Requested: soulmate au with bruce? where a person has half a tattoo on their (wrist, finger, hand, somewhere..) and their soulmate has the other half! not exactly sure how theyd meet.. maybe at a gala or bruce saves him?

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst, soulmate trope, Bruce is romantic, reader is also a romantic, protective Bruce, kissing, slow burn because of angst, lovesick, mentions of abuse, toxic family.

Tags: @bigassbisaster

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Bruce got his soul mark at fifteen.

“I’ll stay as long as you need me too.”

He didn’t know what it meant back then.

He remembers showing Alfred and asking the older man if he knew anything about it. But Alfred simply told him that soulmates are considered sacred and special and whoever spoke to him those words is the one who’s to remain by his side for forever.

Thirteen years later and he still hasn’t found his soulmate. After starting his nights as a vigilante he can’t help but forget that we will ever have a soulmate, even if he did find them he couldn’t get them involved in his life after becoming Batman. It was far too dangerous. So, he hides his mark. Not in shame but in safety. He didn’t want people looking at it or asking questions about it.

He was a very closed off man that not many people approached him during events or charities. Too busy brooding back at home and focusing on his night patrols. So, imagine his surprise when he’s standing alone in a gala that he is forced to attend. Alfred had told him that he is to attend the gala. He honestly didn’t know what it was about but he is to show up and show the public they he is still around and cares for Gotham. He is the prince of Gotham. Hs is to keep up his image and do what he can to keep it that way.

Bruce ignore the press and photographers as he walks up to the building, keeping his head low as he enters the building where many other guests were gathered. Once he’s inside he is met with a warm welcomings and soft music playing in the background, he tells himself to hold up his appearance as he held up a fake smile.

He greets various people and lets them know that he is doing ‘fine’ and working on something ‘new’ for his company, knowing that none of it was true. He was too busy being the vigilante of Gotham, keeping the city safe from danger and making sure that everything went well.

“Mr. Wayne.” Bruce turns around to face a young man he hasn’t seen before. “I’m sorry to both you but, Mr. and Mrs. Changretta wish to meet with you.” He says in a polite voice, keeping up his own persona. Bruce is quick to tell that the young man doesn’t want to be here either, the way he Fidgets and avoids eye contact is enough for Bruce to know.

“Right.” Bruce mumbles out and gives his apologizes to the small crowd he was speaking with as he follows the young man towards an older couple.

“Mr. Wayne this is Mr. Changretta.” He points out to the older man who was sipping on champagne. “It’s nice to meet you.” Bruce says, greeting the other as Mr. Changretta chuckles. “It’s good to see you Mr. Wayne!” The two held up a conversation, talking about there own companies and the changes that are too come. His wife sure did gossip a lot and spoke badly of other tamiles that were attending the gala.

“Ugh, there he is.” He hears Mr. Changrettas wife says as she eyes over her husbands shoulder. Bruce raised a brow in confusion. “Always alone, that man should just get himself a nice women to bring every once an awhile to these things.”

Bruce follows the wife’s eyes, looking over see her watching another young man who had entered the gala. Bruce’s breath hitched, he didn’t know what he was feeling but the man from afar was stunning. He wore a nice all black suit, holding his head high and his smile—god that smile was doing things to him.

Bruce is quick to look away, his face heating up. The last time he has this feeling was when Selina Kyle was in Gotham before leaving him. The two didn’t have a relationship but he did have feelings towards her. Feelings he wasn’t able to reveal to her.

“Mr. Wayne—“ he is pulled out of his thoughts by Changrettas wife. He gives her an apologetic smile as he moves around her. “Please excuse me.” He says in a soft tone, separating himself from the couple. He is glad that he got away from the two, their bad mouthing was something he doesn’t appreciate and made him uncomfortable. They always expect him to say something horrible about others but Bruce was no where near like that.

“Changrettas giving you trouble?”

Bruce looks up to see the same young man who had entered the gala. He clears his throat and chuckled lightly. “They can be—“

“A lot?”

“Yes.” Bruce laughs out, not making what else to say.

The other hums. “I’m y/n.” He adds, holding his hand out for Bruce to shake which he gladly accepts. He glanced down at his wrist and took notice of his mark being covered. Y/n is quick to pull away, hiding his wrist. “Sorry—I don’t usually like it when people stare.”

Bruce shakes his head, not wanting to offend him. “I understand, soulmate marks are special and private. Im sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” He didn’t want to make the other uncomfortable for staring, he had grown curious of the others mark and was just surprised to see it hidden.

“I—thank you.” Y/n says. “Not many people respect the privacy of my mark. Always asking and wanting to know what it says.” He chuckles out, standing near Bruce as the two watch the crowds, people dancing and laughing as they gossiped amongst each other.

Bruce is the first to speak up. “Did you come alone?” Y/n nodded. “I always do.” He shrugs his shoulders, these types of things never caught his interest. He was always told to bring a guest with him so that the public wouldn’t think he was alone but he didn’t care about the publics opinion. If he wanted to be alone he’ll remain alone. “My family always tells me to bring a partner each time I attend these parties, but I always refuse.” He explains. “I never cared on how the public thinks of me. Most of them Pity me because I’m always alone.”

Bruce laughs. “That makes two of us.” He butts in, earning a laugh from y/n as the two had similar experience. “A family friend always tells me to attend these things, tries his best to set me up but I always reject the offer.“

“At Least he was nice enough to set you up. My family almost forced a marriage on me.” Y/n sighs, his family is very well known in Gotham, but they were too strict. They didn’t care if he found his soulmate or not, they wanted him to get married soon and to start his own family. Y/n was always the one to put his foot down on his families crazy ideas. He lost contact with them after that, too upset to speak with anyone since all they wanted was for him to be married off to some stranger he didn’t know or love.

“I’m sorry to hear that, couldn’t image the stress you must’ve felt. Them forcing you to do that.” Bruce turns to face him, taking him in properly. The other cleaned up nice and held the appearance of a rich man. But he didn’t act rich, no. He was a bit like him, faking his way through life

Bruce lets out a deep sigh as he takes in the music, smiling softly as he offers his hand to Y/n. “Care for a dance?” He asks, catching the other off guard as he chuckles. “Im not a very good dancer, I wouldn’t want people to judge you by your choice of partner.”

“Who says we have to dance in front of everyone?” Bruce questions, a smirk on his face. Y/n narrows his eyes, not knowing if he is to trust him or not. “What do you have in mind?” Bruce’s smirk can only widen as he takes Y/n’s hand and guides them far away from the main event, entering an empty room as he leaves the door open slight ajar, the two still being able to head the music playing.

“We can dance in here.”

The two weren’t very social and the room was empty a perfect setting. Y/n hesitates at first before taking Bruce’s hand again, the other pulling him in close as he placed his hand on his hip. The two dance in silence, taking in the music as Y/n leans his head against Bruce’s shoulder. He’s never had a dance like this before, always being forced to do it in front of the public, to show them who he was.

“I’ve never had a dance like this before.” He whispers against Bruce’s ear, causing the other to blush softly. “I’m glad I’m your first.” Bruce responds back, pulling away and spinning his partner who laughs quietly and shakes his head. “I’m not a women.”

“I know that—you’d be my first dance partner who is a man. I don’t have much experience around that area.” He admits.

“So I’m guessing your into both?” Y/n asks, facing Bruce again.

Bruce does a thinking face and shrugs. “Something like that—I’m not quite sure, I spent majority of my time staying away from crowds and people. I’ve never had the time to be with someone.”

Y/n hums, focusing on there dancing as he sways against him. “I would say the same.” He can relate to Bruce. He’s the kind of person to stay away from parties like theses ones. He always bombarded with questions about his love life and tries his best to dodge them or to change the subject. His family always expected him to do better, he was never enough to them.

The music, shortly came to an end. The two looking up at each other, staring in each other’s eyes. Bruce is unable to look away as y/n swallows nervously and gently pulled away from Bruce, turning his gaze away from him. “I—uh, thank you.” He whispers, his fingers tracing over his left wrist where his soul mark is located. He didn’t know what he was doing, soulmate were sacred and he didn’t want to lose the loyalty of his future partner.

But Bruce made him feel something, he made him feel special. He was the first person he’s ever gotten close to at a gala who didn’t judge the wha he spoke or dressed, or the way he came alone. No, bruce didn’t do any of that. He didn’t want to believe these sudden feelings growing inside of him.

He shakes his head, no. He can’t allow this no matter how much he wants it he can’t. “I’m sorry.” He croaks out, brushing past Bruce as he leaves the room. He walks away, not looking back as he heads towards the exit of the building. He avoids peoples stares and whispers as he calls for a cab. He wanted to leave he wanted to stay away but something kept pulling him back.

He shakes the thoughts away and gets inside the cab, slamming the door behind him and giving his address. He sits in the back seat in silence, tracing his fingers over the bandages as he unties them, revealing his mark.

“I’m not a religious person but I do sometimes think that god made you for me.”

The sentence always made him feel something inside, excited and joy. He always waited for someone to say those words to him, to find out who his soulmate really was but he never had luck. He always held his expectations high whenever he met someone only to be disappointed.

He didn’t want Bruce to disappointment him. The man was far too nice and sweet. He was a gentleman who didn’t judge him and respect him, he was kind enough to listen about his family. Most people would brush it off and complain about there own problems, not caring about him at all. But Bruce didn’t do any of that.

—

Bruce had returned back home early from the gala, tossing his tie to the side as he falls back into his chair. He didn’t know what he did to scare off Y/n, but the man ran out like he just got caught doing something bad. He doesn’t know much about him or what he does for a living but he can’t stop thinking about him.

He sits up in his seat and furrowed his brows, staring down at his mark and sighing deeply. He stands up and heads towards the living room where Alfred was seated near the fire, reading the paper and asks. “What happens if I can’t find my soulmate?”

Alfred looks up from the papers. “If you were to die your soulmates mark will disappear forever. Letting them know that there other half is no longer around.” He explains.

Bruce bites his lip. “What if I never find them but end up with someone who isn’t my soulmate.”

Alfred raised a brow. He sets the papers down and eyes Bruce up and down, taking in the stage he’s in before piecing the puzzles together. “You found someone.”

Bruce looks away. “Not really.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t think they feel the same. He ran away looking frightened, afraid of something.” Bruce explains, sitting across from Alfred as he stares into the fire. Watching the wood crackle and pop, Alfred shuffling next to him. “I heard stories that people do fall in love with someone who isn’t there soulmate, they get married and start there family.” Alfred sighs. “But what hurts most is when one of them finally finds there soulmate, the person who fits in well with there life and matches with them. It’s painful having to let go of everything you have in order to be with that one person.” Alfred’s tone carried pity, likes he’s seen it happen before.

Alfred clears his throat, focusing back on the paper. “It’s your discussion to decide if what you want to do is right or if waiting for the one is a better choice.”

With that the room grows into a comfortable silence. Bruce still thinking about Y/n, the time the spent together at the gala was short but yet, memorable. He can’t stop thinking about him, the way he moved when dancing, how soft his voice is when he speaks and the softness in his eyes. Bruce can get lost in his eyes for hours and oh, how desperate he wanted to kiss the other man.

He placed a hand on his chest, near his heart as he feels it beat rapidly as he thinks of Y/n. His face growing hot as he stands up quickly. “I’m going out.” He mumbled to Alfred, heading downstairs to the batcave and getting himself ready. He needed a distraction, he can’t always think about Y/n. So, he escapes into the night as Batman, hiding in the shadows as he moved around quickly and quietly.

Gotham will soon be covered in rain as the clouds moved closer, it started off soft, until the rain suddenly came pouring down. The streets of Gotham slowly growing empty as everyone looked for shelter or rushed home, not wanting to deal with the rain or getting wet.

Bruce on the other hand was used to the rain, his suit protected him from getting too wet and still being able to move around easily. His eyes scan the city until taking notice of a figure sitting on top of a building, near the ledge.

Bruce sighs to himself as he stands from his spot, taking out his grappling hock and using it to swing to the next building over, landing softly as he stares at the hunched over figure. He slowly approaches, the dark figure looking over there shoulder once they hear him approaching.

Bruce froze in spot as he takes in the sight of Y/n sitting near the ledge. He was wearing casual clothes, all wet from the rain and his hair damp, sticking to his forehead. “Don’t worry,” he hears him say. “I’m not jumping.” He turns back to Face the city.

Bruce takes another step forward, standing next to him as the two remain quiet. “You shouldn’t be to close to the edge.”

Y/n scoffs. “It’s not the first time I’ve done this.” Which was true, he was always sitting alone at night. Not matter how bad the weather is he always finds a way to sit alone in silence, lost in his own thoughts. Y/n gives Batman a glance, he’s heard of him before. Everyone in Gotham knows who he is, this’ll be the first time he’s ever seen him in person or up close.

“It’s still dangerous.”

Y/n appreciates him. “I know.” He slowly shifts, moving back as he moves further away from the edge, not wanting to keep Batman worried. He lets the rain pour down on him, using his sleeve to wipe water out of his eyes. “Shouldn’t you be out patrolling and kicking peoples ass?” Y/n asks, turning to face Batman.

Bruce chuckles. “Only when they are doing something that is considered bad.” He moves closer to Y/n, wanting to make sure he didn’t slip and fall. “I thought you were gonna do something bad.“

“By jumping?” Y/n cuts in, smiling at him as he shakes his head. “I usually just sit here in order to get away from everything—from everyone.” He wraps his arms around himself, gripping his wet coat tightly as he breaths out. “Sometimes I feel like I’ve already seen everything that’s gonna happen and it’s a nightmare.”

Y/n thinks back to his family, the disappointment they show him. Always comparing him to his relatives or siblings and how they were doing better than him, he was oldest in the family and they expected so much from him. He always tried to find ways to get there approval but they were never happy which lead him to leaving. He couldn’t handle being around them anymore that he cut off all communication.

They have tried various times to contact him after he created his own successful company. They only try to reach him in order to take apart of his fortune and company, but he wasn’t allowing that to happen. He’s been at peace with himself for five years, he can handle a few more.

Batman moves next to him, causing him to look up. He still doesn’t trust him to be here alone, he doesn’t blame the man. He would also be worried if someone he knew or cared about was sitting alone near the edge of a rooftop. He shifts to move.

“You can stay.” Y/n hears Batman say, noticing the sympathy and worry behind his blue eyes. Y/n gives him a sad smile, turning back to face the city, taking in the lights and silence.

“I’ll stay as long as you need me too.”

Y/n doesn’t notice the way Batman’s eyes widen.

—

Bruce was back in the cave, his mask discarded and thrown somewhere as he reviewed tonight’s recording. Rewinding his interaction with y/n over and over again.

“You can stay.”

“I’ll stay as long as you need me too.”

Bruce didn’t know how to feel, his soulmate was standing in front of him the whole time, he had spoken those words engraved into his wrist. He traced his fingers over the mark, looking back at the recording as he takes in Y/n’s sad smile.

Now that he knows that they are soulmates, he still has to find a way to confirm it. He can’t go after y/n and expect the other to accept him on the spot. Soulmates were sacred but not everyone was accepted. Majority of people who meet there soulmates are rejected, either due to one of them already moving on and not wanting to leave whatever they had with another person behind. While others were easily accepted. Bruce didn’t know how Y/n would react if he found out that they were chosen to be together.

He slams his notebook closed, tossing his pen aside as he rubs his eyes tiredly, smudging black eye makeup on his fingers. He paced in spot and groans to himself, he was going to regret this. He quickly sits up and goes on the computer, typing away as he enters y/n’s name and waits for his information to pull up.

He gets a file of him in seconds, pulling it up and reading through it. He knows that y/n owns his own company but spends majority of his free time in libraries, he does volunteer work there in order to get away from the press. He knows that he doesn’t have a partner and lives alone.

Bruce quickly turns his computer off and marched upstairs to get himself cleaned. He had to see him, he just had too and it couldn’t wait. He gives himself a shower and changed into something casual, he checks the time and cursed under his breath.

It was still too early, the sun was just rising and he hasn’t gotten any sleep. He lied in bed awake, staring at the ceiling as he tries to think of a way to tell y/n about him being his soulmate. He’s never dealt with something life this and felt embarrassed to ask Alfred. The man already teased him enough, he didn’t need to add more fuel to the fire.

All this thinking makes him tired and passes out, he sleeps for a few hours before being startled awake by his alarm. He winced and covers his ears, groaning deeply as he slams the alarm off, checking the time. It was noon and he’s been passed out for hours.

Y/n comes back to mind, causing Bruce to jump out of bed and get something on and quickly. He’s rushing out of the tower, too anxious to eat any of Alfred’s cooking or to even speak to anyone. He’s quick to get on his motorcycle and drive off into the streets of Gotham.

It only takes an hour for him to arrive to the library, parking his bike and throwing his helmet off. He doesn’t care if he doesn’t look decent or presentable, he stumbles inside the building and quietly walks around, ignoring peoples stares as he looks around frantically for Y/n, not seeing him anywhere.

He’s heading down the bottom floor where it’s empty. He walks past several shelves, where he finally finds him. He’s standing at the farthest section of the room, putting books away as he hums a soft tune to himself. He doesn’t take notice of him until he’s moving towards him.

Y/n is surprised to see Bruce and asks. “Bruce, what are you doing here?”

Bruce stops in his tracks a few feet away from him as he breaths heavily. He was running everywhere, searching for him. He was tired and hungry and anxious. He didn’t know what to say or how to start.

“I—I don’t know.” He stutters out, looking down in fear.

Y/n pushed the cart in front of him to the side. “Bruce.”

“I just—“ Bruce starts again. “Ever since I met you at the gala I couldn’t stop thinking about you and then you ran away. I thought I did something wrong and tried to stay away but I—I don’t have the strength to stay away from you anymore.”

Y/n’s eyes are soft. He too couldn’t stop thinking about Bruce, that one night they spent together dancing was enough for him to fall in love. He always told himself to remain loyal to his future soulmate, that he is to spend the rest of his life with them, but this feeling his has for Bruce is too much. That he breaks his vow for him.

“Then don’t.”

Y/n says in a soft tone, his eyes growing glossy. He hears Bruce chuckle to himself.

“I’m not a religious person but I do sometimes think that god made you for me.”

Y/n eyes widen in realization, he grasped his wrist. Staring at Bruce with shocked expression. “You—“

“I guess that confirms it.” Bruce says, stepping forward. “You knew?” Y/n asks, still processing everything.

“I did.” Bruce whispered, his voice sounding close. His hands reaching up to cup his face. “I just wanted to make sure that I was right, that my soulmate is standing in front of me.” Y/n sniffles, he tears up quietly and leans his forehead against Bruce’s. The two stand together in an empty section of the library. “Shh it’s okay,” Bruce whispers. Cleaning his tears away. “I’m here and I’m yours.” With that he captures his lips into a soft kiss, holding him close.

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hauntedpaperdoll · 2 years

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Mahito Headcanons

Warning: Mentions of murder, Gender Dysphoria, cussing

Parings: Mahito x Ftm!Reader

Hate on Mahito is not welcome here, he may be a bitch, but he is adorable, hot, and wholesome :)

I am ftm, and there is barely any transgender fanfics for the characters I like, so Ima make some, starting with Mahito. I experience some level of gender dysphoria so I am gonna add it, some trans people dont, some do, I don't have it too too bad but its there.

Mahito doesn't get this whole transgender thing, he thinks its confusing as fuck, why change gender? How does it even work?

Even though he doesn't understand it he will use his curse on you to reshape your female body parts into male ones if you want him too.

If you don't want him to for the fear of him accidentally reshaping you to the point of death, then he kidnaps a surgeon or two who specializes in Transgender Surgery

He won't be hurt if you decide to get a professional, his power is deadly and since he doesn't understand being transgender, and even less the human body, he agrees it would probably be safer for you if he got you a professional.

He will try to kill any homophobe in a 6 miles radius to you, he doesn't want them making you feel worse then you already do with your gender dysphoria

Geto is basically his babysitter now to make sure he doesn't murder a whole bunch of people thats not part of the plan, its dangerous.

Geto is also the person Mahito goes to with his LGBTQ questions if your gone or he thinks it might make you uncomfortable. (I headcanon Geto is very very gay)

He helps you wrap up your chest, so that you can breath better but its still as flat as it can be until surgery.

If your feeling dysphoric he makes you stay inside no matter what you have to do that day and makes you watch movies with him while cuddling

Will full on make out with you to distract you from bad feelings, even will in-front of Geto and the curses.

Mahito takes you to the hot springs in Dragon's Domain Expansion to get away from everything.

He NEVER uses the wrong pronouns, NEVER

Will kill anyone instantly who refers to you with the pronouns of your birth gender, even if its an accident and they don't know your transgender.

If its Geto or any of the curses, he slaps them and tells them if they don't use the right pronouns he will kill them (Well, the other curses, he would never threaten his love Geto)

Often brings up transpride like making a cake with the transgender flag colors for your birthday, or randomly wears trans colors when your least expecting it.

Overall, he is a very confused bby but he is very supportive and will stick with you no matter what <333

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hauntedpaperdoll · 2 years

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my masterlist 🪐

hi and welcome to my blog, my fics will be tagged properly so you can find them easily, I write for all readers including smut.

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▪ quiet 〰️m! reader 🌶

▪fight in your honor 〰️f! reader 🌧🌼

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▪your secret is safe with me part I 〰️ 🌧

▪️this is what you get 〰️m! reader 🌶

▪️treehouse〰️gn! reader🌧

▪️float away 〰️ gn! reader 🌼

▪️is that my scarf? 〰 gn! reader🌼

▪️it's like being there with you 〰️gn! reader🌼

▪️The Settlement 〰️ president Loki x m! reader AU

▪️Relaxation ~ loki x m/gn reader 🌶

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▪️sharing is caring〰️f!reader 🌶

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▪ this was never a family 〰️found family🌩

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▪the sweet life〰️ f! reader series 🌼🌶

▪️lucky charm〰️gn! reader 🌼

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🪐helmut zemo

▪ sweeter than candy〰️ f! reader 🌶

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▪ if you were here 〰️NWH! fic 🌧

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▪️puppy training 〰️gn! reader 🌼

Late Night (upcoming series m! reader)

🪐ransom drysdale

▪teacher assistant 〰️f! reader🌼

▪trophy spouse 〰️ f! gn! reader 🌶🌶🌶🌼

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▪angel 〰️ m! reader 🌶

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Does Your Mother Know That You're Out (upcoming mini series)

🪐rocky

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▪️ surprise at work 〰️f! or gn! reader 🌼🌶

▪️eavesdrop 〰️f! reader🌩

▪️Come What May (upcoming series) 〰️f! reader

▪jonathan pine (the night manager)

▪️ series upcoming!!! mob!!!

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▪sir thomas sharpe (crimson peak)

▪️ short series upcoming with soft dark! Thomas Sharpe

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▪adam (only lovers left alive)

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▪james conrad (kong island)

When They Are All Gone(upcoming series) found family trope!

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hauntedpaperdoll · 2 years

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I Worship You

Pairing: Loki x Male Reader

Content: Fluff, smut

Warnings/content details: classism, swearing, Odin being a mean old fuck, actual plot (smut takes a bit of reading to get to), body worship, begging, praise, oral (m reader receiving), rough anal, overstimulation, cockwarming, they/them and he/him pronouns are used for Loki

Request: Here

A/n: Dashes signify a time skip

(GIF by incorrectnorseboiis)

Odin always made sure to make you feel like an outcast.

“We do not have a place in the palace for commoners.” The bearded man projected his voice throughout the near-empty room, speaking down to his child.

“Father, please, if you’d only give him a moment to prove to you-” Loki retorted, pleading to their father before being cut off in dismissal.

“Silence! My opinion on the matter will not be swayed. Take your problem and leave at once.” He bellowed, gesturing to the door.

Tears formed in your eyes as an exasperated Loki met your gaze. The ultimate goal was to be closer to them, as they were tired of sneaking around to be with you. The idea was that you two could both live in the palace, but the conversation led to no avail.

You blinked away your tears, sniffling shortly as you turned on your heel and quickly made your way out the double doors. “Fucking prick,” you mumbled to yourself, hearing Loki begin negotiating with their father once more.

You sat outside the palace, waiting for Loki to emerge as you ruminated on the situation.

After what felt like hours of waiting, a gentle touch to the shoulder brought you back to reality. You snapped your head up to your lover, awaiting the news they didn’t seem too happy about announcing.

“So, I talked to him.” They began, sitting next to you. You nodded, signaling to them to continue talking.

“He said he wouldn’t be comfortable with you in the palace unless you worked there. Obviously, it’s a ridiculous proposal-”

“I’ll do it.” You mumbled, cutting them off before they led themselves down the trail of doubt.

“You’ll what?” They whispered, eyebrows knitted close together in confusion.

“I’ll work at the palace.” You shrugged, giving a lighthearted smile.

“Y/n, I can’t expect you to-” they began their retort, pausing as you placed your hand on theirs.

“I want to be closer to you. If cleaning your room and making you dinner is what it takes, I’ll do it.” You comforted them, still internally unsure about the situation. “I’m okay with it, I promise.”

———

Being a servant was hard work.

Sure, you had more time to spend with Loki, but there was constantly something that needed to be done. Not to mention the fact that Odin never ceased his consistent complaints fired at lower-class citizens such as yourself.

“People like them,” he sneered in your direction, “they don’t understand the value of hard work.”

You always kept your gaze lowered during moments like these, keenly aware of the growing tension in the room.

Tonight didn’t seem any different, until Odin brought an unexpected topic to the dinner table.

“I have a surprise for you, my sons.” He smiled, content with himself.

Loki’s eyebrow raised in suspicion as Thor gleamed back at his father, excited for the big reveal.

“You each are in need of a bride. After all, I’m getting old,” he joked, “marriage brings peace, something I think we all could use.” With that, he nodded at the guards stationed at the double doors.

6 women made their way into the dining hall, 3 meticulously sat with each brother.

“Oh, father, I don’t think this is-” Loki began, uncomfortable as he briefly glanced over to you.

“You’re not suggesting I ask these fine ladies to leave, are you?” Odin sternly questioned, glaring at his son.

“No. I apologize.” He answered, turning to the women as he flashed an award-winning smile.

You watched from the shadows of the room, jealousy bubbling in your gut as you noted the women’s long flowing hair. The way they batted their eyelashes at him. Their subtle touches. Their longing looks.

Your face grew warm as you fought the anger and frustration that filled you. Loki continued to glance in your direction, noticing your composure slip.

After several agonizing minutes, it all became too much. You stepped out of the hall, making your way to Loki’s room. Although he was the source of your jealousy, his room was always a safe haven- filled to the brim with books and bay windows. Distractions.

You plopped down on his bed, aggravated by Odin’s tactics. Tears began to fill your eyes in frustration, your head in your hands as your foot repetitively tapped against the tile at a comforting pace.

“Y/n?”

You heard Loki’s voice, tentatively looking up to meet his gaze as he entered the room.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know he was going to do that.” He came closer to you, falling to his knees in front of you. “Please, forgive me, I only love you. I only want to be with you.”

You reached out to cup his face, smiling fondly in response to his words. “I know. I love you too. I just wish we could show it.” Your smile began to waiver as you looked into his pleading eyes, longing to touch him in front of the public; to be proud of your love.

He shuffled closer to you, taking your hand in his and pressing his lips to your knuckles.

“Then let me show you. Please. Let me show you how much I love you.” He whispered, now practically between your legs. His eyes darted to your lips, his free hand now resting on your cheek while the other still held your hand.

“Of course,” you whispered in response, leaning in to kiss him.

The kiss was slower than usual, his hand caressing your cheek as it cascaded over your skin. He lightly nibbled your lower lip, letting go of your hand to rest it on your inner thigh.

You groaned at the sensual act, pulling him in closer as the kiss became deeper. His hand rubbed your inner thigh, brushing against your groin as you grew harder.

“Fuck,” you whispered, your hand moving down to guide his onto your bulge. He maintained unrelenting eye contact as he palmed you through your pants, enjoying the sounds of your breathy moans from under his touch.

“Loki, I need you,” you whined, becoming desperate for the prince.

“Not yet, love. Please, let me worship every part of you.” He mumbled, moving to begin stripping you of your clothes.

His hands were constantly on you, his touch lightly trailing down your sides, on your back, on your shoulders, around your neck. He pushed you all the way on the bed, leaving gentle kisses in any place he could as he hovered above you.

The act of undressing you was intimate. With the ability to make your clothes vanish within an instant, the physical removal showed patience. It showed dedication. Most of all, it was an excuse to explore your body.

He kissed your neck, a hand moving to softly stroke you as he drank up any and every sound that came from your mouth.

Your head became fuzzy, lost in the euphoric pleasure of his complete and full attention.

He undressed you completely, still lazily stroking you.

He moved down to your cock, leaving kisses along your stomach and pubic bone in his wake. Looking up at you with innocence in his eyes, he whispered.

“How can I pleasure you?”

“Please, do anything. Everything.” You panted, grateful yet needy for the God.

He began to take you in his mouth, his tongue flattening gently against your dick. His head slowly bobbed up and down as his hands found their home on your hips, his thumbs laid on the crevice of your joints. He watched your face contort in pleasure, lightly gagging on your length every once in a while.

“Fuck, you feel so good..” you breathed, looking down to see Loki taking you. Spit dribbled down his chin and his eyes grew misty from holding back a gag, the sight turning you on even further.

He momentarily sped up, sucking on your cock with fervor before returning to his slow and rhythmic state.

He enjoyed watching your reactions, the only thought in your head being his warm tongue dragging along your most sensitive parts.

You grew closer and closer to finishing, beginning to squirm underneath him as his grip on your hips tightened.

“Loki,” you groaned, “I’m gonna,” your sentence was cut short as you moaned, your vision becoming blurry as you fought off your climax.

Loki groaned against you, adding a secondary stimulation to push you over the edge. Your cum spilled down his throat as he continued giving you head, lapping up every bit of cum that leaked from your dick.

He continued to suck on you, effectively cleaning you of any cum present as you squirmed in response to the overstimulation.

You whined out garbled sentences, gently tugging on Loki’s hair to ground yourself. He eventually pulled away, smiling at the sight below him.

After you’d calmed down, you panted, looking up at Loki to see him rock hard in your peripheral vision. “Can you fuck me already?” You laughed, watching his cheeks go pink at the straightforwardness of your request.

“Anything for you.” He whispered, gently turning you over to slide a finger inside you.

You shortly hummed in pleasure at the new sensation, feeling him stretch you ever so slowly.

“Please, Loki, be rough. Fuck me.” You begged him, back subconsciously arching your back as you thought of previous nights with the trickster. He removed his fingers from inside you at the request, hurrying to line his cock up with your hole.

He pushed inside, moaning at your tightness.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He moaned, his hands on your hips once more.

You could feel him deep inside you, biting your lip at the sound of his moaning.

“Then fuck me.” You continued to beg, whining for him.

He finally followed your commands, beginning to thrust in and out of you. You could feel him hit your spot, moans spilling from your mouth at the feeling of him filling you up.

He grunted, his thrusts becoming more violent as the bed creaked beneath you two.

The lack of prep made his rough fucking painful, but the pain melded into pleasure while your vision blurred once more from euphoria.

You lost the ability to form coherent thoughts, close to reaching your climax yet again. He followed, his thrusts becoming more sloppy as he panted above you.

He groaned in your ear, hesitating before beginning to pull out.

“Please, cum inside me,” you panted, craving more of him.

He pushed fully back inside you, fucking you into the mattress as the two of you both reached your climaxes. He came inside of you, seed rolling out of you as you came on the bed, ropes of cum painting the sheets and your bare chest.

Hearing him gasp for air was like sex itself, a pleasurable end to a pleasurable night.

“You’re so good to me,” you began as he started to pull out once more, “wait- can we stay like this for a little bit?” You hesitantly asked, receiving your answer as he easily slid back into you, pulling you close to his chest.

“I only love you.” He panted out his praises to you, stroking your hair as he remained inside you.

“You are the ground I walk on.”

“You are the water I drink.”

“You are the air I breathe.”

“I worship you.”

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hauntedpaperdoll · 2 years

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Hey! I think you’re taking asks, I’m still cautious tho so you can delete if you’d like but how about tendou (or shouto, I’ve been reading a lot about them lately) in public/semi public. Feel free to add or remove anything:)

Tendou Satori x top!male reader

cw:: brief mention of foursome.|overstim.|creampie.|public sex.|exhibitionism.

៚authors•note: finally m' back writing, thanks for the reqs still working on it

"Y/n..?!" Tendou squeak you pushed him to lean on the cold lockers, "fuck, tendou. Want you to suck my cock right now." Rubbing your clothed erection in his naked legs- he was going to take a bath -almost humping it

"The door..! There are people out there, can't it wait till later? There are people outside, what if we got caught?"

"That sounds fun."

"Y/n..?!" Huffing he covered your mouth when he heard footsteps of students walking past by you pulling his hand away you let them leave

"C'mon babe, please?" Pulling his slender hand while freeing your cock out of your pants "see how hard you made me?" You spoke out while slowly putting your weight in your hands on his shoulder causing him to lower down and meet your hardened cock

Opening his mouth he began sucking it vigorously, hollowing his cheeks and deep throating it "fuck~!" Moaning loudly you couldn't bring yourself to care about the loud noises you let out, not even the pairs of eyes watching you

"Come bend over the bench, wanna' fuck you" lifting him by his shoulders you watch as he dropped the towel on his shoulders covering the bench and lifting his ass up

"Good boy."

"Only for you..!" Trying his best not to raise his voice as students were sitting behind the building to smoke- the school has many secrets-.

"Spread em'" you calmly said while moving your hands up and down to slick your dick further with his saliva

Using both his hand he grabs his ass cheeks to show his twitching hole begging to be fucked

Without any warning, you thrust the whole length inside him causing him to moan a bit loud- too loud -"fuck yes! Y/n, fuck me more! Harder!" His pleas making you drill your cock to him faster, your balls slapping against his skin, the sloppy sound of both your skins and his ass filling up the whole lockers

Tendou only realize you weren't alone when he saw his best friend and the libero peaking out of the shower room

Fuck, he had forgotten how long it always takes shirabu and Ushijima to take a bath

"Y-y/n..!" Whispering he looked back at your sweaty and delicious body, your chest heavily heaving up and down you were still fucking him despite when he had called your name

"Y/n..! Listen to me, stop for a bit..!" Pushing your hips away he looked at you "s-shirabu and w-wakatoshi is here..!"

"Really?"

"Yes..!" He thought you would stop but no you continued fucking him, he couldn't do anything but look forward and stare at his friends watching him getting fucked by their teammate

"Should I call them?" Your playful tone can be heard when you whisper in his ears before looking up at the two

"C'mere." Calling out to them they hesitated before walking up to you shirabu going after ushijima while he covered his hard-on

"Wanna watch me fuck the hell out of him?" Asking both of them while grinning ear to ear

Not waiting for any answers you began moving the tighten of the blocker's hole going unnoticed

"Satori, you like it when I fuck you in front of them?"

"N-no!-"

"Stop lying." Smacking his ass "I do! Fuck please! M' gonna cum!" again you raise your hand and lowering it to his ass making him jolt forward and cum

"Fuckin' hell, haven't cum yet, satori" blowing the hair out of your wet face

"C-can't.. no more."

"One more, c'mon babe" looking up from his ass you notice the towels that were once covering the two now gone, fucking their fist, hell even shirabu was comfortable enough to finger himself in front of you

Wakatoshi on the other hand wanted to be fuck too, you could tell by how he teases his hole looking at you.

"Later." You mouthed at them as you begin to fuck the redhead into overstimulation "m' fucking them after this." Talking to the redhead you failed to notice how both of them perk up.

"O-okay! N-need rest!"

After filling his asshole up he eventually sat up rubbing his sensitive cock at the sight of his best friend getting fucked, soon it the tall players had already been fucked stupid, despite their ass being filled they still manage to fuck their fist,

When you turn to shirabu he was practically drooling, already needing your cock to fill his small hole up.

Internally you were laughing at how they would risk anything to be fucked, the teachers that were walking around the yard, the other players still training, even the students hanging around after school

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