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vanteguccir · 3 months

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Guess who's is who | Chris Sturniolo

Chris Sturniolo x reader

Summary: Where Y/N participates in the new Sturniolo Triplets tiktok, but doesn't actually appear in it.

Warning: None.

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

PS.: I LOVE writing things like this because I really love imagining myself in the boys' life and feed my delulus.

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Y/N closed the door to her shared room with Chris, heading up the stairs as she hummed a Taylor Swift song under her breath, her eyes focused on the screen of the phone in her hands, where Twitter was open and she was reading the new Grammy's gossip.

The first thing the girl noticed when she arrived in the kitchen was the triplets all together, their backs to her and looking at the counter while laughing.

"What are you guys doing?" She asked, putting down her phone while locking the screen, putting it in her pocket, and focusing her attention on the three brothers.

Chris turned around quickly, having been startled by the sudden appearance of his girlfriend, placing his right hand on his own chest while calming his breathing.

"Hi Y/N!" Matt smiled, waving his left hand in a quick wave.

"Hi Matty." She replied with a soft smile, moving closer to the three and looking at the counter, her eyebrows furrowing when she saw several of the triplets' things scattered around the space. "What are you doing?" Y/N asked again, leaning her right shoulder against Chris's chest as she felt his left arm surround her, bringing her close.

"It's for a tiktok, it's a little game where the fans will have to guess what belongs to who." Nick explained, holding his phone with both hands in the air, the rear camera facing the table, ready to take a picture of the first items.

"But there are things of mine in there." Y/N commented, seeing some of her beauty items among the others.

"Yes, that's because Chris carries your stuff everywhere." Matt said with a shrug. "That part of the products are things that we carry in our backpack or in our pants pocket."

A sound of understanding left the girl's mouth as she snuggled closer against Chris, watching Nick take pictures of all the items separately.

It was true that Chris took a lot of her things with him, even if Y/N already stated that he didn't need to do it, it was the boy's habit since it had previously occurred to her that she needed something and felt frustrated for not having it with her at the moment. With that, Chris made it his little mission to always buy two of the girl's essential items and carry one of each with him too, either in his backpack or, depending on the size, in the pocket of his sweatpants or jeans.

Furthermore, Y/N's have also an habit to stick stickers on everything she owned (toiletry and make-up bag, purse, phone or tablet case, etc.), and after her relationship with Chris became something more serious and intimate over a year ago, the girl started sticking stickers on his things too.

It was something that amused her and that the boy loved, he said that when they weren't together, he just needed to look at his wallet or his laptop and he would see a little piece of her with him.

Y/N smiled warmly when she saw each of these things in each picture that was taken:

The first one with the laptops, in the middle of all the colorful stickers there was a teddy bear with a pink bow around its neck;

In the second, the wallets one, Chris's was decorated by the Prada brand and by an small sticker of a striped heart on the upper left;

In the third one, with the jewelry was a hair tie in the color of Y/N's hair;

In the fourth, the backpacks one, Chris's also had a pearlescent keychain hanging with a baby pink tube of hand sanitizer;

In the sixth one with the headphones, Chris's only had one little letter in pink, the initial of Y/N's name;

In the seventh, the care products one, in the middle of Chris's products was a lip gloss from Rhode and a small tube of hand cream from Sol de Janeiro.

Of course, if the girl were to look for her everyday bag right now, she would have a million of Chris's things too, since he was a guy who liked self-care. It was something personal for them, a way of taking care of each other and always carrying a little piece of their lover.

Chris lowered his head slightly, sniffing the scent of fresh shampoo from Y/N's hair before sealing his lips over the top of her head for a few seconds, hiding his smile as he noticed all the little parts of his girl among his things.

The boy shook his head slightly, the comments on that tiktok would go crazy, and he was all for it.

"Now, who's hungry?" The girl asked after Nick took the last picture, smiling when she heard the oldest shout that he was and Matt smiled, nodding his head while saying that he was too.

"Can you make mac and cheese in that way that I really like? Pretty please?" Chris asked, turning her so she was facing him and smiling big.

She nodded while laughing lowly, rising on her tiptoes and kissing Chris's lips quickly before walking over to the fridge, grabbing all the items to make the dinner requested.

A smile spread across her face when she turned around again and saw the triplets glued to each other, smiling as they looked at Nick's phone screen, probably reviewing the pictures he took.

She shook her head in amusement, placing the items in the sink before fishing her phone out of her pocket and taking a quick picture of the three, making a mental note to send it to Nick later, already knowing that it would probably be in the next photo dump.

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Extra - comments:

"the fact that the tiktok was about guessing what belongs to who but it was obvious what was Chris's because of the little Y/N things he has in the middle of his own 😭"

"THIS IS SO CUTE OMG"

"the hair tie 😫"

"you know Y/N has good taste when she uses SOL DE JANEIRO hand cream"

"Y/N the biggest clean girl on this site"

"the teddy bear sticker 🥺"

"I'm sure there must be a picture of Y/N inside Chris's wallet"

~ "petition for Chris to make that trend "picture in my wallet" ✏️📄"

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aalyssah · 1 year

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Shut Me Up

Pairing: Cody Rhodes x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Cursing, Cum Eating, Mention of Daddy Kink, Face Sitting, Hair Pulling, Humiliation, Oral, (Reader Receiving), Pet Names, (Pretty Girl & Sweet Girl), Praise, and Spanking. Minors DNI 18+

Word Count: 1,011

Request/Summary: "Could you do one for Cody Rhodes? Something similar to the 'take a seat' chapter with Jey please."

A/N: Requested by someone on Wattpad. Hope You Enjoy!

You sat backstage, watching the promo between your husband Cody and Brock Lesnar.

Their feud recently has been going off the charts. One moment they're trash talking and the next, they're beating the living shit out of each other.

It wouldn't be surprising if another fight broke loose, but how would make you shocked. It was all over words. Cody saying something and Brock clapping back, but when Brock said something about you, all hell broke loose.

And I quote, "After I beat your ass at Backlash, I might have to pay your wife, Y/n a visit and show her who a real man is." The moment that sentence came out his mouth, Cody was on him. Punches after punches, everyone could tell this wasn't part of the script.

Yelling was heard backstage as security ran out to the ring and surprisingly, you went out. Cody never wants you going out to the ring especially if it's with Brock, but right now you don't care about that. The security tried holding the boy's back, but they kept breaking out their hold and fighting back.

It was until you yelled. "Cody, stop! Calm down!" Through all the ruckus, you put your hand on his arm, tugging him back gently. Cody stopped the moment he felt your soft hold on him and backed away. You held onto his arm, dragging him away and out the ring.

When you two got backstage, you sat there for 5 minutes, listening to Triple H scold him about his actions before going back to the locker room, getting your bags, and going back to the hotel.

Cody was pacing back and forth, mumbling things under his breath. "Codes, babe, you need to calm down." Cody stopped mid step, turning to look at you. "What do you mean, calm down? Y/n, he just said something about you. My wife. Of course I'm gonna be mad."

He continued pacing back and forth, making you roll your eyes. "I understand. I would be too if some girl said something about you, but you need to remember that you were at work. You can't go punching guys like you did him."

Cody sighed, knowing you're right. "I know, but-" You held your hand up, shutting him up instantly. "I don't wanna hear it. God, you need to learn to just shut up and close your mouth. That's the whole reason y'all are fighting in the first place." As you went to your bag, realization hit Cody.

You want him to shut up? Fine, you'll get it. "Then come sit on my face and shut me up." You froze, turning to look at him. "Cody, what?" You nervously chuckled, thinking he was joking, but the seriousness on his face showed it all.

"Take your pants and panties off and come sit on my face. Give me something to occupy my mouth with." You and Cody stood there, staring at each other from across the room. "Cody I-'' Cody went to the bed, sat on his back, and took his shirt off.

"Come on." He motioned with his finger. "Are you serious?" Cody looked at you with a scary glare. You instantly took your pants and panties off. Slowly, you walked over to him and sat on the bed. "Cody, are you sure about this? I don't wanna-"

Cody didn't let you finish your sentence when he grabbed you and put you over his head. "Cody!" You hovered over him, not wanting to crush him, but Cody did not like that one bit. "I said sit, not fucking hover." He pulled you down by the thighs, fully sitting you down on his face.

With a satisfied hum, he dived in, licking a long stripe up your lips, collecting your juices. You moaned, holding at the headboard, so you didn’t fall. He was practically making out with your core, kissing and suckling at your folds, nose bumping at your clit slightly.

The slurping and suckling noises were nasty, but not as bad as the noises coming from your mouth. He pulled back, catching his breath while smiling after hearing you whine. “Such a pretty girl.” He praised, rubbing his hands against your ass.

He teasingly nipped at your clit, making you try to pull back. A slap to the ass made you go limp, on the headboard. “Don’t run from me.” He continued his assault on your core, hand coming down to your ass, rubbing at your small hole. “C-code.”

He shushed you, attempting to push his finger in your ass. “Shh, baby. Let me have my fun.” You tried to stay focused on the way he was eating you out, but that finger was really throwing you off.

Your hands came down to his hair, tugging slightly when he lapped at your folds. Cody’s hands went to your shirt, grasping at your hardened nipples through your shirt. He slid his hand up, rolling and teasing your perky nipples, earning a whiny moan from you. “Gonna cum, daddy!” You were too busy in pleasure, you didn’t know what you said, but Cody did.

“Gonna cum for me? Huh, sweet girl?” You bit your lip, nodding your head even though he couldn’t see. “Go ahead. Fall apart for me.” You began grinding against him, hips moving at a fast pace to chase your release. “That’s it baby, such a good girl.”

He rubbed your thighs slowly as you came, praising you, but all you heard was mumbled. Your body was moving everywhere, legs tightened around his head, body rising in the air, and moans coming out your mouth. Cody had to physically hold you against him because you were moving so much.

When he was finished lapping at your juices, you rolled off him, plopping on the bed. You looked over at Cody, seeing him lick his glistening lips from your juices. “So daddy, huh?”

You embarrassingly hit his chest, hiding your face in the pillow. “Shut up!” You shyly said. “Shut me up then.” He said, pointing at his face once more.

#cody rhodes #cody rhodes smut #cody rhodes imagine #cody rhodes x reader #cody rhodes fanfiction #wwe cody rhodes #wwe smut #aew smut #wrestling smut

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aromaticdevil · 4 months

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HELP HER! | Isaac García x Reader

pairing: Isaac García x female reader

summary: In wich Isaac is in love with you, but he knows you're fucking his cousin, Cole. Or in wich you ask Isaac for help hiding in his room because Erin arrived.

word count: 595

author’s note: english is not my first language, hope you like! part 2: one date

You enjoyed spending time with Cole, but what you two did was nothing more than spending the night together and that's it, he never took the time to meet you because he's Cole Walter, the guy who never falls in love. On the other hand, his cousin, Isaac, ever since he saw you, he thought you were the prettiest girl his eyes had ever seen, and he lives seeing all the girls, but it wasn't just that, your charisma, your jokes, everything, you were amazing, and he tried to get close to you, but then he saw you looking at Cole and he knew he could never beat the Cole effect.

"Shit. Erin's here" Cole's voice made you open your eyes, you weren't asleep, but you were enjoying Cole's bed.

"Here...?" you asked confused, not understanding what he meant.

"Yes, at the house" he saw you worried. "You need to go."

You nodded, putting on your shirt. It had been an amazing night, but you woke up in reality, Cole had something with Erin, and you and him were just fucking.

"Do I use the back door?" Asked.

"No! my dad is there, fixing an old sink" he said.

"So?"

"Ask one of my brothers for help, or whatever you want, just don't let Erin or my parents see you" Cole said putting on his pants.

You nodded. And you left his room trying not to make noise, it was when you heard Erin's voice that you felt your nerves consume you, what if she discovered you? Would she be able to hit you right there? Or worse, would she be able to make up a rumor about you? She was very popular...

"Cole!" Erin shouted, her footsteps getting closer.

And then you saw your salvation, Cole's cousin, Isaac, opened the door to his room, he was wearing a striped shirt, but that didn't matter, it mattered that he was going to help you, or that's what you were going to try to achieve.

“Isaac, hey,” you greeted him, giving him a friendly smile.

Isaac froze when he saw you there in his house. Although he knew instantly what you were doing there, you had spent the night with Cole, he felt a stabbing pain in his chest, and a lump in his throat, but he ignored that feeling.

“Hey” he greeted you back, a smile on his lips.

"I need your help" you said without thinking about the matter.

"What do you need from me?" Isaac frowned, but leaned against the door, intrigued by what you had to say.

"Hide me, Erin is here..." you mumbled, approaching, wanting to enter his room, but he stopped you.

"Uh...why would I do that?" He asked, looking you directly in the eyes.

"Because you're a good person?" you said almost asking, to which he laughed mockingly.

"You almost convinced me" Isaac said, and then closed the door.

You knocked on the door.

"Please, Isaac, I'll do whatever you want."

Those words were enough for Isaac to reopen the door and step aside for you to enter.

"Thank you," you said, breathing a sigh of relief, and sat on his bed.

"There's no need to thank...because you owe me one" he said, looking at you sitting up, and a part of him couldn't help but admire how pretty you looked.

"What do you want?" you asked curiously.

"A date" he blurted out, the universe had taken it upon himself to give him an opportunity to go out with you, and he wasn't going to waste that.

#mlwtwb #my life with the walter boys #cole walter #isaac garcia #isaac garcia x reader #isaac garcia x y/n #x reader #one shot #imagine #fanfic #walter boys

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forthewomenonly · 8 months

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Don't Make a Sound

A/n: @alexkolax I love you Warnings: NSFW, smut, GAYS, Tara Carpenter x reader, Tara Carpenter x fem reader (implied, no pronouns used. the word girlfriend is used), sub Tara, overstimulation

Tara was feeling petty, resting her head on Chad's shoulder as her eyes try to focus on the movie playing and not on her uncharacteristically quiet girlfriend.

When the twins and Sam suggested a movie night, you and Tara were quick to agree.

Yet here you both are, in a piss-poor mood watching the movie while sitting on opposite ends of the couch.

The argument was stupid, over who got to pick the movie. Of course it was your turn. Tara had forced you to sit through The Babadook the last three movie nights!

Naturally, the ever stubborn person she is, Tara didn't back down, leaving Mindy to choose some random movie you couldn't care less about.

Eventually, Mindy was curled into the armrest, Chad with his head thrown back, snoring beside Tara, and Sam, sprawled out in an armchair, leaving just you and Tara awake.

Tara would be lying if she said the sight of you all aggravated and frustrated didn't get her excited. But she had a point to prove, so she opted to ignore those unsavoury feelings in order to plead her case. However, now that everyone else is asleep and she can see you in the dimly lit room: jaw set, eyes glued to the screen, and legs spread comfortably...the feeling of her unfulfilled desire comes crashing back into her. The uncomfortable heat between her legs not something she can ignore any longer. "Y/n..." Tara whispers, moving to sit closer to you on the couch.

"Hm?" You hum in response, turning to look at her.

She takes a moment to wisely think over her words. Staying silent she drapes herself over your body, straddling your lap. "I'm sorry" she whispers, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before moving to kiss along your jaw. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah..." she sighs, rocking her hips into her lap. Softly gasping when she feels her clit rub against the seam of her pants. "Mindy, Chad, and your sister are in the room." you say, stilling her hips and pushing her off of you.

Propping herself up on her elbows, Tara looks up at you suggestively. "But I can be quiet..."

"You absolutely cannot Tar." You snort, still leaning over her and kissing down her throat despite your apprehension.

Excitedly taking off her shirt and reaching down to take off her pants, you grab her hands, stopping her. "What are you so afraid of?" Tara challenges, whispering loudly.

"Sam catching us and beating the shit out of me." you say rolling your eyes.

"Pussy." She mutters, moving to sit up. Suddenly you're reminded of your previous aggravation and your hand is wrapped around her throat in the blink of an eye.

Tara whimpers, her tongue darting out to wet her plump lips. "S-so are you gonna do it then...g-gonna fuck me now?" She sputters out teasingly, her face flushed red.

You don't answer, instead you pull her pants down to her ankles, pushing her panties to the side and abruptly licking a stripe up her sopping wet heat. Tara moans loudly and you pull away as soon as she does, scanning the room to see if she had woken anyone up.

"If you can't stay quiet we're stopping. I will stop every time I hear a loud noise from you, do you understand?"

She nods her head quickly, threading her fingers in your hair trying to push you closer to her. You generously oblige, pressing your warm muscle into her twitching pussy.

She gasps, arching into your face. Tara's fingers scratch against your scalp, urging you to speed up your ministrations. You flick your tongue repeatedly against her clit, making her jerk her hips up trying to chase more pressure against her sensitive nub.

You wrap your lips against her clit, sucking it harshly as your eyes look up to gauge Tara's reaction. She whimpers into the palm of her hand. Her eyes are wide, flittering around the room to ensure that everyone is still soundly asleep, as she grinds into your tongue lewdly.

"Y/n...gonna...please i'm gonna cum" Tara whispers out in shallow breaths. She moans your name loudly, the sound reverberating around the room. You begin to pull away upon hearing the noise.

"Nonono baby please i'm sorry...p-please I'll be quiet." Her chest heaving with exertion as she tugs on your hair, keeping you firmly pressed against her.

"Can I c-cum?...Please can I cum?" Your girlfriend's words are jumbled and she punctuates each word with a gasp as she finds herself teetering dangerously close towards the edge of her first climax of the night.

You hum around Tara's clit in approval, the vibrations making her shudder as she cums. Her hand is slapped over her mouth and her eyes are squeezed shut as she leisurely rocks back onto your tongue.

Pulling down her panties completely you suckle her clit into your mouth again. Pushing her hips down into the couch your lips stay wrapped lightly around her clit, pushing two fingers inside her without warming.

Tara's noises are poorly concealed as she whimpers behind her hand, feeling your fingers curl inside of her cunt. As you're knuckle deep inside of her, Chad begins to stir in his sleep. You both freeze, staying completely still, looking at each other with wide eyes until the boy settles back into his deep slumber.

Letting out a sign of relief against Tara's pulsing nub, she groans, biting her lip and nearly shaking from the struggle of keeping herself quiet.

"You're fucking soaked Tar..." you whisper against her as she tilts her hips into your mouth and fingers.

"S-so..so close." She whines, her collarbones and cheeks blushing red.

"Already?" You tease, experimentally slowing your pace, watching her reaction eagerly. Hastily she moves her hands down, clawing and grabbing at your shoulders, desperately trying to pull her back to her.

Chuckling softly you lean back into her, sucking on her clit and pumping your fingers deep inside of her, feeling Tara's gummy walls clench around you as you continue your movements.

Flexing your tongue against her sensitive bud, her wetness gushes all over your fingers, mouth, and chin.

Beginning to speed up your pace, your fingers pound into Tara with fervor. "Y/n...I can't...too much. It's too much...I can't" she babbles senselessly, tears well up in her eyes and she starts to shake under your touch.

"I- I already came, I already came...y/n!" she cries out, far too loudly. You hold yourself up over her trembling body, your pace never faltering as you hold your hand tightly over her mouth, muffling her obscene sounds.

Pressing your thumb harshly into her clit, Tara's body jerks wildly, moaning into your hand as she cums yet again.

Pressing a kiss to her forehead you pull away, sitting down on the couch, and manhandling your shaky girlfriend into the position you want.

Tara sits, straddling one of your thighs, with your hands grasping tightly at her hips. "Can you give me one more, baby?" You whisper softly.

She shakes her head "No...I- yes...I don't...I don't know." she whimpers with teary eyes, tucking her face into the crook of your neck.

"Oh you poor thing...you're going to anyway." you tut, whispering in her ear.

Once Tara feels you guide her hips along the flexed muscle of your thigh she groans, flinching away from the touch and biting your neck. Your hands hold her in an ironclad grip and she's forced right against the bare skin of your thigh.

Silently you're grateful for choosing to wear shorts as the feeling of Tara's slick against your hot skin gives you goosebumps.

It doesn't take long for the overstimulation to turn pleasurable, and Tara starts humping your leg like a bitch in heat. Whining and whimpering hotly right into your ear.

Her hips roll with wild abandon and she cums on your leg, her eyes rolling back into her head, and letting out a dangerously loud moan.

"O-oh fuck baby, i'm cumming!"

Your eyes widen comically large, as Tara rides out her orgasm, whining loudly.

Watching Sam's eyebrows furrow deeply as she shifts restlessly, you push Tara off of your lap. She notices her sister waking up as well, and stands to redress herself in her underwear and pants while you look for her discarded shirt. With haste you pull Tara's shirt over her head, as she hops around pulling up her pants. As she does so, the remote is knocked off the table and under Tara's foot.

Her foot presses into it and she finishes pulling her pants up increasing the noise from the movie to a wildly excessive volume.

Chad and Sam shoot up immediately searching for the source of the loud noise as you quickly regulate the television volume. Mindy stays laying down but groans half asleep "Ugh what the fuck, you guys" she complains, clearly unamused.

Chad just flops back down on the couch dramatically, giving you and Tara an unimpressed side eye, before closing his eyes again.

But Sam. Sam stays standing, fixing her hair and regaining her composure. She breathes deeply then looks at you and Tara, taking in your flushed cheeks and unkempt appearances.

"Tara...why the hell is your shirt on backwards?" Sam questions, her voice is groggy from sleep but her eyes narrow menacingly.

Tara stutters, at a loss words, her eyes glued to the ground under Sam's watchful gaze.

Out of nowhere Mindy gasps loudly, jokingly gagging before spitting out...

"Oh my god they were totally fucking!"

#tara carpenter x reader #tara carpeneter #tara carpenter smut #tara carpenter x fem reader #smut #tara carpenter x y/n #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega smut

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partycatty · 1 month

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johnny cage > take a load off

johnny had a bad day of work, so you take care of him .... ;)

warnings: the sloppiest toppy known to mankind, overstimulate that whore, also i don't fully understand male meat and how long their ultimate ability cooldown is

notes: @crimsonbubble coming in clutch again with the inspo! this was so FUCKING hard to write, i poked and prodded at this for days before i felt okay with it.

[ masterlist ]

• "baby, i just said i had a bad day at work, you don't need to do all this," johnny's fingers twirl in your hair as your cheek presses against his thigh, fiddling with his belt buckle.

• you tell him you want him to relax for once, being a director is so much more work than being a pretty boy on camera. he visibly twitches in his seat, shifting his hips forward ever so slightly. complying with your desire, his thighs part even further for you.

• "you know i can't turn down that sweet face," johnny reaches between his legs down to your face, lightly squishing your cheeks with one hand. he leans back on the couch, stretching his arms out behind the back and getting himself comfortable as you finally tug his slacks away from his hard-on, tapping his thigh so he pulls his hips upward and lets you slide his pants to his knees.

• getting access to his boxer briefs and the strained cock underneath, you waste no time in attempting to get a taste, licking a fat stripe up the fabric as your hot mouth makes him shiver in anticipation.

• you answer his sharp intake of breath by feeling up the length of his shaft, catching your fingers against his tip and milking it of precum as it begins to pool in the fabric of his boxers, darkening the spot nicely. you pump him slowly through his underwear as he bites down on his finger, restraining himself from spilling nasty words of desperation your way.

• tempted to draw them out, you squeeze just enough to make him twitch, feeling his cock throb in your grip as you grasp the base of his cock, observing how much it tents up.

• "play nice," he gently warns you, tilting his head back with a groan. "don't be a tease, doll."

• little does he know that any attempt to ask for the real thing only prolongs such. you begin to stroke his cock through the boxers and he writhes and wriggles, muffling whimpers with his palm slapped over his mouth. his hips involuntarily buck up when you kiss his tip, swirling your palm around his tip in a circular motion.

• you ask him what's wrong in that deadly sultry voice of yours, continuing this circling with a devious look. johnny parts his fingers, showing his parted lips as he gasps and whines.

• "pl..." he swallows thickly, his honey eyes wet with need. "please."

• your hand speeds up, pulling more whimpers and begs from his plush lips.

• "ohh - fuck, fuckfuckfuck please, i-" moans spill from his mouth, beyond desperate for your touch. "please, i'll be good, i'll be so good, please take it out, i can't-"

• his pleadings for pleasure finally are satiated when you free his dick from its constraints, letting out an impressed noise as his length bounces up and slaps against his stomach. you'd never seen his cock so pink and needy, a fresh pearl of precum beading at the slit. his face was flushed, brows knitted together and he looked as if he could cum there and then out of need.

• fueled by the desire to have him squirm and whimper, you hollow your cheeks out as your lips absorb his tip, swirling your tongue and tasting the eager precum as it drools out. his hand flies down to the back of your head, only to freeze midway and reach back up to cover his eyes. you wanted control, and he was giving it to you. if he looked down at the sight, though, he feared he'd finish early — which could only lead to more torture.

• hoping to catch him off guard, you fully sink down onto his cock, letting it embrace the fleshy walls of your mouth and throat as it glides in with ease. you had taken him many times before like it was a hobby, so it was no real sweat, that is until it became a little too much right off the bat.

• just as your nose brushes against his crotch, he lets out a cry of incoherent whines, bucking up as far as your throat allowed him, which wasn't much at this point. curses and your name drooled from his lips even as he tried to bite them shut, gripping the couch with all of his might lest he try to fuck your face through his orgasm. you look up at him in surprise as you lips remained around him, raising an eyebrow as his cum forces its way into your throat.

• "mmfgh— i'm sorry," he whines before letting out a long sigh. "sorry, sorry, i — it was too much." his face is red with embarrassment. never in all his time did he cum so quickly to anyone but you, you were like his horny kryptonite and it embarrassed the hell out of him.

• you tut, pumping lazily at his cock and your eyes flick between it and his flushed face. looking down, you realize that his cock is still semi-hard, and you decide that you're not quite done with johnny. he seems to understand that too, eyes widening in worry at just how far you'll push him tonight while also coming to the realization that he's super into this...

• you flick his chubbed dick with amusement, switching between that and strokes just to watch him jolt and gasp from his sensitive area being toyed with so cruelly. you manage to work him up again just right, and his cock hardens not quite back to maximum but enough to properly work with.

• johnny wants to tell you to stop, that it's all too much and he can't come again, but he knows better by now, and is honestly curious to see if you truly could pull another one out of him.

• "i already came—" he pleads, trailing off in hope you understand his warning that he may not be able to continue. you give him a funny look, like he said something truly stupid.

• "...okay?" you frown, tilting your head. "s-so?"

• "so i..." he swallows thickly, holding his own cheek as his gaze averts. "i'm not sure how much left i got in me."

• you hum, not in agreement though. in acknowledgement, ignoring his warning as your lips envelop his tip once more and he lets out a strained cry, arching his back from the couch. he's overly sensitive, you were sure to target his tip beforehand, now it was time to please the rest.

• your hands raise to his body, using a great deal of strength to pin one to his stomach and the other up his shirt to flick your finger around his hardened nipple. from your position it was hard to get a full feel, so you instead pinched it between your index and middle finger's lengths. at the same time, you sink further onto his cock, inspecting every crease in his face as they contort.

• "you're — oh, fuck — you're so mean to me," he whines, panting as he tries pathetically to escape from your touch. "i think i may die."

• "don't be a baby," you hum as your lips kiss the slit, making him whimper again as the vibrations of your voice send a white hot pleasure through his nervous system. johnny tries to laugh at your insult, but he's so nervous and needy he can't find his usual chuckle in his throat, only a breathy giggle interrupted by a longer groan as you return your mouth to his cock.

• this time, you're focused on the entirety of the length and johnny only finds enough strength to brush your hair from your face, fingers twitching each time you reach the base of his shaft.

• bobbing at a brutal pace now, the wet squelch of your throat threatens to sound downright gross. your lips are dripping, drooling from a mixture of saliva and the slick of cum left saturating in his skin. you toy with his balls lazily, letting out grumbly moans that drive johnny to see stars.

• his back is arching hopelessly, head thrown back as his pornographic moans echo through the high ceilings of your living space, crying out as if he needs some kind of higher being to grant him the mercy to finish again.

• his prayers are answered when his orgasm rides up on him quickly, enhanced by his sensitivity. his heavy cock twitches and throbs on your tongue, and you know exactly what's bound to happen; you pull away entirely, wrapping your hand around his dick and squeezing so hard he's cut off from spilling his seed across his stomach.

• at this blatant and cruel denial, johnny's lashes dampen with frustration and need, looking down at you with a bewildered expression as pleas spill from his lips.

• "please," he begs like he might explode. "please, please, don't do that, i need to cum so fu— baby, i'm not joking. i'm gonna die."

• "i thought you couldn't cum?" his own words fly back at him and all he can do is let out a cry of anger at the denial, pouting at your cocky expression.

• he speaks through his teeth, clenching hard on his jaw to avoid the tears flowing. "i can."

• "i dunno," you gently squeeze onto his cock again, and it genuinely looks like it might burst from how swollen it's gotten. "i don't think so..."

• grunting in frustration, he takes the opportunity to fuck himself on your hand, planting his arms on the couch and bucking up into you with a frenzied need pulled from somewhere deep and submissive inside of him. he probably couldn't take it, and sincere doubts clouded his mind, but the need for a release was so overwhelming he was starting to lose his other senses.

• he deserved some kind of release, you figured as you let him use your hand as he wanted. it's only about thirty seconds or so before he's whimpering again, eyes clenched shut as he focuses on cumming into your fist for the second time. matching his speed, you twist your fist as he fucks into it, and it's here that you notice he's actually crying.

• his nose is pink and his cheeks are rosy, highlighting the shine of two fine tearstreaks running down his cheeks and it unlocks something ugly and primal in your core. may the elder gods forgive your carnal desire to have one of the chosen ones cry at your touch.

• both of your hands fold behind your back abruptly as johnny now fucks into the air, desperate for friction once again. his subtle crying turns into sobs as he feels his painful erection go, once again, ignored.

• "you're evil," he sobs, raking his hands through his hair as his voice becomes borderline genuinely angry. "you're evil, you're so... you're so cruel, the worst—" he takes back everything when you lean forward and take half of him in your mouth, sucking him off hands free. johnny's eyes roll back as his sentence is cut short. his jaw is slack and a priest might call his expression possessed as your cheeks hollow out to clamp yourself on his cock.

• this time, he makes a complete mess of himself as you lick at his shaft, tugging his cock as his seed finally spills onto his thighs and stomach, spilling around your hand. there was so much, much more than usual, spurts of cum shooting out with each moan and weak thrust of his hips.

• "too much," he whimpers as your hand doesn't stop stroking. his thighs twitch and attempt to close on you but you're sitting right between them, so his efforts only clench onto your shoulders. you kitten lick at the underside of his dick as he starts to crack a smile, giggling and writhing as you continue to toy with him after his second round. "baby, i can't anymore. i really can't." his voice breaks each time your fingers catch on his tip, tears flowing freely now. whether it was due to his overwhelming love or the way you milk him relentlessly, he's too fucked out to decide.

• "one more," you purr, eyes in a trance as you observe his softened cock twitch in delight at your command.

• you're not even sure if he got fully hard, or hard at all, your brain feels foggy, eyes glazed, and arm numb as you pump at him ruthlessly, ears only trained on his sobs and curses, his useless begs of you to stop mean absolutely nothing when you glance up to see his chin touching his chest, drool slipping past his lower lip and tears staining his cheeks. he looks like the most beautiful painting you'd ever seen, the finest statue carved from the finest marble.

• it was too much work to do much else after a while, johnny could only gasp or jolt as his cock is tortured, pulling every ounce of pleasure he could ever conjure up with every pump. at some point unbeknownst to the both of you, your lips once again made a special appearance as the softened flesh is toyed with by your tongue.

• johnny's sobs turn to barely there whimpers as he feels the knot building up again, the heat and pressure present but the hardness is nowhere to be found. even still, he cums again, body trembling and twitching as his plush, pink lips move and say something entirely soundless.

• you feel no cum paint the insides of your mouth, and you realize he was actually serious. he was shooting blanks into you, entirely spent and used for the night. you're proud of yourself, fighting a beaming grin as you admire his stupefied expression.

• pecking his softened dick one last time, you pepper kisses from his v-line all the way up to his neck. soft, featherlight kisses warm his sweaty skin up in a more comforting way than the agony did as your face buried itself into the crook of his neck, breathing his musk mixed with cologne with a content moan.

• "you did so good," you kiss tender marks into the flesh. "so good, pretty boy."

• "mhm," is all he can hum out, chin still pressed against his chest.

• "you okay?"

• "mhm."

• words feel impossible, his tongue was too heavy and his jaw was too weak to move. you giggle at his dumb face, walking off to clean him off as he laid there like a rag doll to your touch.

• you find the good side of you return as you tidy up his dress shirt, dressing his pants back on and latching his belt in place while he's practically a zombie sprawled out on the couch.

• "you needed to take a load off," you remind him of his work stress as you hover in front of him, hands on your hips after successfully cleaning the mess on his toned skin. you kiss away his tears, wiping at them with your thumb.

• "i love you," is the first coherent thing he can muster up with a sniffle, but he genuinely does mean it. he'd say it right away even if he was fully conscious. through sleepy eyes, he raises his arms and does grabby hands toward you with a lopsided smile.

• "i love you too," you return the phrase as you crawl on top of him, wrapping your arms around his torso as you snuggle up to his neck. "such a good boy for me."

• "don't say that," he murmurs, eyes shutting with a content breath. "i'll get hard again."

• "will you?" your voice is teasing, doubting the statement completely after what you pulled from him three times in a row. johnny's eyes remained closed but a smile pulls at his face.

• "no," he replies, knowing damn well it was an impossible ask. plus, he'd rather lay with you now more than anything.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #johnny cage #mk1 #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage smut #mortal kombat smut

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luveline · 9 months

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Hi Jade! Had an idea for a Sirius fic (or poly if that’s something you feel like writing for!) where r loves dogs and animals but gets kinda scared when meeting them (especially large ones) in real life. So Sirius is all sweet with her as padfoot as a way to help her get over her fear. Love you!!! You’re truly such an amazing writer ❤️❤️

thank you, I love you ♡ and thank u for ur request!! —a stray dog befriends you on the way to sirius' flat. fem!reader, 1.3k

You're walking from the costcutters to Sirius' block of flats when you feel as though you're being followed. You look around in a sweep, but can't spot anybody besides a handful of children in the park across the street.

Feeling weary, you pick up your pace and slide your phone from your pocket. I'm five mins from ur flat, you text. If anything happens, he'll know you were here.

Childish giggles ride the breeze. You look back over your shoulders to see why, not for any particular reason beyond curiosity, only to see their short fingers pointing and waving at a scruffy black dog trotting behind you.

You flinch on impulse. He's not an especially scary dog, but his appearance is a surprise. He has no collar, no leash.

You stop walking, worried he might come closer. You love animals in theory, but you're anxiously disposed. Things that move quickly make you flighty.

The dog stops a couple of feet from you. His head tilts left, tongue darting out of his mouth.

"Hi, puppy," you say nervously.

Like he can understand the irony, he sits down on his back legs and shakes his head, ears flopping from one side to the other. He's a very big dog.

You frown. He's not cute enough to make you feel confident in approaching him —you've seen how bad some injuries can be from animal attacks. Sirius always tells you to chill out, The chances of that happening to you are so low, doll. You don't have to worry about it every time you see a dog. I'll get you a taser.

I don't wanna tase a dog, even if it is trying to eat me, you'd said, flabbergasted.

Sirius laughed at you. I don't know what to tell you, then. I'll just have to go with you everywhere.

"Bye, puppy," you say, spinning on your heel.

You walk briskly. The dog follows. You're afraid to turn to check on him, listening to his footsteps on the pavement, the scratch of his nails. He'd chase you if he were going to hurt you, right?

You turn back around slowly, wondering if he can smell the packet of bacon you'd bought for Sirius' roommate and best friend, James. If you feed it to the dog, James won't want to forgive you (he needs mucho protein, apparently), but he probably will if it's to save yourself from harm.

You look up from the corner store bag. The dog has laid down and bared his stomach to you, tongue lolled out the side of his mouth and panting. You swear he wiggles his legs to entice you in.

"Oh, um." You put the bacon back in the bag. "You want a stroke?" you ask gently.

His tail wags across the pavement.

The walk to meet him is nerve-wracking. You extend your hand first to let him sniff you, flinching as his head comes up and he investigates your scent. He gives your index finger a quick lick.

"Are you friendly?" you ask in the same gentle tone as before. "Please don't bite me, okay? My boyfriend, he acts like he's tough," —you extend your hand to the dogs face and stroke his jaw— "and he kind of is, but when I get hurt he goes crazy." You pop your bag down and use your newly freed hand to scratch his tummy tentatively. When he doesn't growl, you give it a good go. "Aw, you're gorgeous. You're not gonna bite, I can see that. Siri was right. He's right about nearly everything."

The dog curls in toward your hand and starts licking you appreciatively.

"You're lovely," you praise. "Where's your home? Do you have someone to look after you?"

He licks you again. It's kind of gross in a cute way, or cute in a gross way. Sometimes when Sirius is feeling disgusting he'll lick a big playful stripe up your neck between kisses, though you have less fear of rabies when that happens.

"I don't want to make any promises, but I can make you some dinner. Siri's a devoted vegetarian, but his friend treats me like his little meat delivery girl, so he owes me a couple of rashers if you want them." The dog snorts. You giggle happily. "Ew! Don't sneeze on me, handsome, I need to look presentable!"

The dog tilts his head. You pretend it's quizzical, rubbing his belly enthusiastically. "I want to look pretty for my boy. Might be difficult if I'm covered in mucus, and I need all the help I can get– woah! Holy fu–"

You fall back on the heels of your hands as the dog jumps into your lap. You push your face into your shoulder in fear, but the dog doesn't hurt you. He snuggles up to your chest and licks at your chin.

"You're a good boy. Maybe I shouldn't be so scared of doggies after all," you say, sighing with relief. "Good boy. If you come home with me I'll make you some dinner, okay?"

The dog is remarkably smart. He follows you home and waits at the door, sitting smartly by a potted plant. You race up stairs to Sirius and James' flat and knock on the door.

"Hi," James says, giving you a genial smile as he lets you in. "Sirius isn't home from work yet."

"Sorry for bursting in on you," you say sheepishly. "I brought your bacon! And I was wondering if I could ask you for a favour."

James is happy enough to give you some diced chicken he'd been keeping for his meal prep. Which is to say, he'll have to cook more, but he's a nice guy, and thankful that you always ask him if he needs anything before you come over. You rush downstairs again, breathless as you push open the door of the building.

"Puppy?" you ask.

"Not my favourite pet name, but I'll take it."

Sirius stands where you'd left the dog, tucking hair behind his ears. It's standing up every which way.

"Did you see the dog?" you ask urgently.

"Nope, just me out here."

You tip your head back in defeat. "I promised a stray I'd give him something to eat."

"A stray?" he asks, pulling a bobble from his wrist. He begins scraping bedraggled curls from his face, disarming you with the sight of his tense biceps and his hiked shirt.

"I'm not sure what kind of dog it was, but it was– it was big."

"Yeah? Didn't scare you, did it?" he asks in concern.

You hug James' tupperware to your chest, trying to seem less proud of yourself than you are. Sirius has this way of making you feel like you're a wonder with his eyes alone, dark gaze roaming your face like he knows something you don't.

He drops his arms to his sides. "I knew you'd be okay. They're not so different from puppies, big dogs. Was he excited?"

"He let me scratch his tummy."

"That means he really likes you," Sirius says, holding his hand out for you. You place your hand in his. "We'll keep an eye out for him, alright? You know, I heard dogs like fruit, like, apples and bananas. Maybe you can feed him fruit salad?"

You preen as he rubs your upper arms together, leading you back to the door, though his comment is puzzling. "You don't think he'd like the chicken?"

"Nah."

"How do you know?" you ask, bemused.

Sirius looks very sure, bringing your joined hands up to his lips to kiss your ring finger. "Funny feeling."

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moonlight1110 · 3 months

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He knows he's better (Part 2)

Ghost x Reader

You come home late from a date with an old friend of yours, a date which you've mentioned to Simon... Your roommate who DEFINITELY has feelings for you

Tags: afab!reader, smut, p in v, prn WITH plot, far from canon simon, tension tension tension!, i write with badjhur's voice in my ear, he's so much better tbh, so much talking, not proofread uwu

Read part 1 for context, but not necessary to understand the whole thing ;p

"Simon-!" You gasped, feeling his lips drag down to your neck, giving you open-mouthed kisses. "Tell me..." he mumbled against your skin, licking a stripe along your throat. "When was the last time you've been properly taken care of, huh?" He asked, mocking all those who came before him.

"Can't... remember—" you breathed out, closing your eyes as the sensation of his tongue trailing down your neck was starting to overwhelm you, no one had ever taken so much time and care to make you feel this good before.

Simon clicked his tongue, groaning lowly as his hands snaked their way down to your back and under your dress, cupping the globes of your ass in his rough hands, kneading slowly as he brought you closer on his lap.

"Can't remember?" He laughed, humming as he brought his head back up to meet your eyes. "Then I'll just have to remind you," his lips met with yours in a slow, sensual kiss as he pulled you closer, guiding your hips to grind down on the bulge that was starting to form in his pants.

"Remind you how you deserve it," he whispered, pulling away briefly before going back in to kiss you. "Remind you how bad you need it..." He groaned, feeling the heat from your core start to make him harder under you.

The feeling made you shut your eyes tighter, your body seemingly moving on its own as you ground your hips harder against him, desperate for some friction. "Simon, please..." You whispered, hands gripping on his shoulders.

"Use your words, love..." He chuckled, keeping the steady pace of his lips on yours, his hands still kneading the plump flesh of your ass, teasing you by going under the hem of your panties ever so slightly.

"Want you..." Your response was met with a grin against your lips. "What do you want from me?" He replied teasingly, giving your bottom lip a little bite that made you whimper. "Simon, please... I don't need to say it..." You opened your eyes, giving him a glare. "Oh but you do, lovie," he started, his hands retracting from your ass to move over to your thighs.

"Can't just give you anything, I need you to tell me what y' want" he grinned, hands travelling higher until he reached your inner thighs, squeezing the flesh softly.

"Y' used to taking whatever your little dates give you, huh? M'not like them, sweetheart, far from them..." He whispered, pressing soft kisses to your jaw. "Tell me what you need so I can give it to you..." He continued, humming against your skin.

Without seeing a way around your current situation, you had no choice but to oblige. He was right, none of your dates or flings paid this close attention to you, this was so different from what you were normally used to, different but welcomed.

You closed your eyes, wrapping your arms around Simon's neck as you leaned closer to his ear. "Just want you so bad... I don't..." You hesitate for a moment, trying to think of what to say next. "I don't know what to ask for..." You confessed, burying your head in the crook of his neck to hide the way your face was getting hotter.

Simon chuckled, his hands now moving to hold your body close to his as he stood up, lifting you. "Let's figure out what you want then, love" without another word, he carried you to your bedroom, giving you little kisses here and there until he gently placed you on your bed, giving himself space between your legs.

"So perfect..." He grinned, leaning down to connect your lips. You hummed, returning it immediately. This made Simon smile against your lips as he held your legs on either side of his hips, hovering on top of you.

"Si..." You whispered breathily, desperate for another kiss when you parted. He chuckled when you pouted, thinking about how cute you looked in that moment. "Yes?" He asked teasingly, moving down your body to kiss at your neck then down to the valley of your breasts as one of his hands trailed up from under your dress, hiking it up to reveal your hot core, hidden behind your underwear.

It made Simon groan under his breath, seeing the way you were squirming under him.

"I don't wanna wait... Can we just do it, please?" You whined, looking down at him, eyes blown out and clouded with desperation. Simon laughed as he pushed your dress up further, taking it off of your body with care. "We can't just do it, sweetheart," He whispered, breath hot against your stomach as his hands travelled under your back to unclasp your bra.

"Need t'prepare you for me..." He continued, kissing your collarbone as he fumbled with the hooks for bit before finally taking your bra off. You could see the way his eyes lit up when he finally saw your bare chest, immediately licking around your perky nipples before taking it in his mouth to suck on it.

"So beautiful, love..." He groaned against your chest, making sure to give your other breast some attention by cupping it in his much larger hand, rubbing your nipple in little circles. You moaned silently, between the bulge in his pants that was rubbing up on your clothed sex, and his hot mouth sucking on your tits, it was overwhelming.

You whined, throwing your head back against the pillows as your back arched up into him. You tried to get your hand under your panties, desperate to satisfy yourself but you were quickly stopped by Simon's hand which was now interlocked with yours. "No, no..." He chuckled, mouth moving to suck on your other nipple.

"The only way you're gonna be feeling good tonight is from me, and me only" He said sternly, looking up into your eyes as he hummed, taking your nipple between his teeth, making you gasp.

After a few more minutes, Simon could tell you were starting to get impatient, it was cute, he thought... But he couldn't deny he was also starting to get impatient himself.

His mouth moved down your body, kissing and licking your skin down to your stomach and now just above the hem of your underwear. He looked up at you, eyes meeting yours in a silent exchange as you nodded, biting your lip.

"Fuck..." He cursed under his breath as he finally took your underwear off, seeing how soaked you were. "All for me?" He teased, humming as he closed his eyes and hooked an arm around your thigh, lifting it up to his mouth to give your inner thigh sweet kisses.

"Fuckin' pretty all over, love..." He groaned, eyebrows knitting as he inched closer to your weeping cunt.

"Simon..." You breathed out, back arching when you felt his tongue on you, licking and sucking at your clit. "Taste so good, baby..." He moaned, his tongue moving faster and slipping into your entrance, it was almost like he was making out with your pussy at this point.

His nose was bumping against your clit as he fucked you open with his tongue, moaning against your cunt as he ate you out like a man starved

"Si—!" You gasped as your fingers found his hair, tugging at it with just a bit of pressure, this didn't make Simon stop however, and it only encouraged him more. Your moans and whimpers driving him absolutely insane as he continued to eat you out, moaning against your cunt.

"That's it, baby... Guide my head where you want it..." He chuckled, taking your clit between his puckered lips to suck on it, making you moan out loud.

The room was hot, and the sounds of your moans mixed with the wet sounds of Simon's mouth on your pussy was overwhelming. His thumb moved down to your clit, rubbing it in circles as his tongue slipped inside your entrance again.

"Oh, fuck..." You cursed, biting your lip as you felt a knot in your stomach start to form. You moaned Simon's name as your legs began to shake.

"That's it, doing so fuckin' well for me, sweetheart" he praised, feeling your clit twitch under his thumb. "Wanna taste you on my tongue so bad, baby... Come on" he continued, moving his thumb faster and completely in sync with his tongue.

"Can't anymore—" you whimpered, hands covering your face as you felt yourself getting close to your climax. "M'cumming, Si..." You moaned as your voice trembled.

"Mhm, mhm..." Simon hummed between your legs while he nodding eagerly, desperate to taste your sweet juices on his tongue.

"Si—!" You gasped when you felt yourself finally come undone, your back arched and your hips grinded against Simon's face as he lapped up all your juices, not wanting to waste a single drop even though you were practically dripping down his chin.

"You taste so good, baby, goddamn... So sweet..." He laughed as he leaned back up to sit on his knees. "Can't imagine how you'd feel around me..." He looked down at you with hungry eyes as he unbuckled his belt, kicking his pants and underwear off.

Your eyes widened, seeing how big he was as he stroked his cock in his hand. Tip red and angry as beads of precum dripped down. He smirked when he noticed your eyes on him as he lowered himself, pressing his tip to glide over your slick folds.

"You're so big..." You whispered, reaching out to try and hold him in your hand but you could barely even wrap your fingers around his entire girth.

He nodded, mouth opening slightly as he felt your fingers stroking his cock slowly, up and down against your cunt. "Mhmm, think you can take it, love?" He teased, bucking his hips to give your clit some friction.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you nodded, running your thumb over the slit of his tip. You looked up at him with half-lidded eyes to see how his eyelashes fluttered shut, focusing on the feeling of your hands moving to pleasure him.

"I can't wait anymore, need you around my cock, baby..." He groaned as he leaned down to connect your lips in a passionate kiss as he laced his fingers with yours, his other hand positioning his dick at your entrance.

"Tell me if you wanna stop, okay?" He whispered in your ear as he teased your slit, tapping your clit with the tip of his dick a few times before he let it catch in your entrance.

You nod, squeezing his hand in yours as you waited for him to push in.

"Fuck..." His words were drawn out as he finally started to push his tip in slowly, "Simon!" You cried out, currently bridging between pleasure and pain as you felt the stretch of his dick inside you.

"Want me to stop? Am I hurting you?" He asked genuinely, groaning at how tight you were.

You shook your head, closing your eyes tightly as you continued to grip his hand. "N-no, don't... Slowly, please..." You whispered, trying to calm yourself down.

"Of course..." He reassured you, his other hand now rubbing gentle circles at your clit to try and relax you. "You're doing so well, baby... Just need you to relax for me..." he whispered as he moved again, letting you take him inch by inch.

Simon stopped when he was almost halfway in, he didn't want to overwhelm you so he stopped where he knew you could take it, after all, you were already doing so well and it would be up to you if you wanted to take him deeper, he just didn't want to force it.

"Tell me when you want me to move, love..." He said gently, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he rubbed soothing circles on your hand, whispering sweet nothings in your ear to calm you down.

You let yourself relax first, letting the small bit of pain subside before you gave Simon the go signal to move. You looked up at him, nodding slowly as you gripped his hand.

Simon nodded as he started to move, setting a slow pace. "Doing so well f'me... That's it, baby, you can take it..." He praised as he leaned his head back, getting lost in the feeling of your tight cunt around him. You couldn't speak as you adjusted to Simon's length, knowing it wasn't even all the way in.

"Fuck..." You cursed, feeling the pain slowly be replaced with pleasure as you moaned out, arching your back as Simon thrusted slowly, in and out.

"Taking me so well... Such a good girl..." He moaned, moving his hand to grip your waist, his pace increasing ever so slightly as he pulled you closer and guiding your hips to meet with his thrusts.

"Feels so good, Si..." You moaned breathily, biting your lip. Simon nodded, getting drunk on the feeling of your pussy clenching down on him everytime he gave you deeper thrusts.

"Can I go deeper, baby? Please?" He whispered, humming as he started to circle his thumb on your clit again. "Wanna feel you take my cock all the way, please..." He pleaded, dragging his thumb and adding more pressure to your clit.

"Yes—yes..." you nodded desperately. "Thank you-thank you, lovie... I know y'can take it" he groaned, his movements slowing down as he moaned out, giving you more of his cock.

"Si..!" You whimpered, feeling his cock inch deeper until you felt his hips fully bucking against yours when he started moving faster again.

He was big, overwhelmingly big, and he was starting to lose himself when he felt you messaging all of his cock in your tight cunt, pulsing around him.

"Holy fuck, lovie... You're driving me crazy" he chuckled, opening his eyes to look into yours as he moved faster. The sounds you were both making were almost pornographic now with how loud you were moaning his name and how wet your cunt sounded when Simon pounded into you.

"Wanna feel you clench on my cock, baby... Can you do that?" He whispered, giving you a hard thrust and humming when he pulled out all the way to pound into you again. "Wanna feel you cum around me..." He moaned out, going faster again as he felt himself on the brink of his climax.

You held onto his forearm as you whimpered, throwing your head back on the pillows even further. "I'm close— so close, Si..." You gasped, nails digging into his flesh.

"Cum for me... Wanna feel you so bad.. " he leaned down, crashing his lips against yours in a messy kiss as his thrusts started to get sloppy, his hands now gripping on your waist to fuck you against him in lustful desperation.

"Cumming—" you couldn't warn him early enough as you came on his cock, clenching down as moaned his name a little louder than before. Your legs trembled as you felt yourself ride out your orgasm, but Simon didn't stop moving just yet, chasing his own orgasm

He pulled out just when he was about to cum, stroking his cock furiously as he came all over your stomach and clit with silent praises, his voice in a whisper as he closed his eyes and laid on top of you.

"You did so well..." He chuckled when we calmed down, laying beside you and pulling you close to him. You nodded, silently thanking him when he brushed your hair from your face to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

A moment of silence passes by as Simon rubs your back soothingly, letting you rest your head on his chest.

"I love you sweetheart..." He said after a while, closing his eyes to hold you close to him. "Don't ever want you to settle for less anymore..." He whispered, and it was a promise now that he was officially yours.

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xylon8 · 4 months

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Wine Tasting

[Dom!fem!reader x Sub(?)Kafka]

[NSFW warning!]

“My.. What a view.. So pretty even when you’re under me.” Kafka coos; she pulls off her iconic, and beautiful smirk as she drinks her expensive wine and makes a small ‘mm..’ sound at the taste, and in pleasure. Your head was in between her plush, and well built thighs. You left dark bruises and red marks at every inch of her inner thighs as you licked long stripes at her folds, tasting her sweet essence better than any expensive drink that you’ve drank thanks to her. “Mmf.. tastes s’good..” your voice comes out muffled, low vibrations from your voice pleasure her clit and lets out a soft moan. but she seemed to understand anyway. Her hands travel down your velvety locks and caresses your hair, her mischievous but tender looking eyes look at your perfect face that she just can't help but fall in love over, and over again. “Please Kaf.. wanna.. taste you..” you whine, finding it hard to not immediately give in into her. But you know she wouldn't like that. You are her good girl anyway. You can take it. You always do. “Patience, darling.. Surely you can wait a little longer, right?'' she grins, taking some strands of your hair and curling it around her finger. Patience. Oh how you hated it especially since you're in front of such divine beauty. All you want to do is dig your head deeper into her sopping wet cunt and make her cum until she finally feels fear. But then you won't be her good girl anymore, she will overstimulate you. She will fill you up with so much of her strap that your folds will be molded into the shape of the magenta colored faux toy. Insides painted in your own cum and slick as she thrusts deep into your cervix moaning nothing but her name and only her name and feeling her in you until all your holes have been stuffed. Your tears and incoherent whines and moans will be nothing but to her amusement, as a little appetizer to her wine per se. “You are taking it so well.. You don't really make it this long.. Mh.. well it doesn't matter, it won't be long until i have to go back to the crew,” she hums disappointedly at the lack of time with you. ”well.. It's only natural that i reward you for staying still like a good little dolly.” she grins seductively, swirling the darkish red liquid in her fancy glass. you don't hesitate one bit once you hear her hypnotic words and her consent to proceed. You immediately latch your tongue onto her clit perfectly as she gasps at the sudden motion, almost dropping her glass as she puts it down and gripping the chairs arm rest in extreme satisfaction. “Hhn..! aahn… yes.. Just like that doll..” kafka groans lightly. You spread her legs wider and her legs begin to tremble, her hand that was in your hair now getting tighter by the second you go faster. Your chin dripping of her own slick and cum mixed with your own saliva. Moans leave your mouth as your tongue tastes more of her heavenly essence. “Keep going..” she grunts and moans, pants and breathy moans echoing around the room, deliciously pleasing into your ears like an angels song. “Almost.. There..!” she grips a large handful of your hair and pulls it, bringing you closer to her pulsating folds in complete ecstasy as she lets out a loud moan enough so the crew can hear how much of a good wife you are to her. You ride her through her orgasm as she pants, but you dive in again and she jolts at the overstimulation. “wan’ my fill too…” you expressed with a lustful gaze. looking up to her and licking your lips that are happily coated in kafka’s cum. “Oh.. fuck it.. I'm sure Wolfie won't mind me being absent for a while.. i won't stop you.”

#honkai star rail #hsr #hsr smut #honkai star rail smut #star rail #wlw ns/fw #kafka hsr #hsr kafka #kafka x reader #kafka #kafka honkai star rail #[🎱 ball archives]

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soanliawriter · 5 months

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Hand Placement // Hands // Levi Ackerman

Oneshot ->

Summary: When you became a couple, you always love Levi's hands and his hand placements.

c/w!: nsfw (obviously), fingering pussy, sucking and licking fingers, veiny hands.

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You always catch yourself biting your finger or lip whenever you stare at your boyfriend, Levi Ackerman. When he works, when he fights, even when he touches you, loving the way his hand placements are on your body.

Eyes filled with lust, you noticed his hands get veiny when he writes a report sometimes and flipping the papers.

That's where you stand right now. You were reading a book when sometimes looking at his hands as he writes or flip the pages, his fingertips delicately holding the quill, would sometimes flick the feathers with his fingers when he doesn't understand the request on the paper he's reading.

"You've been staring at me quite a lot love"

What he said snapped you out of your daydreams and closed the book placing it down on his desk.

"I'm just admiring your hands your.." pausing as his veins on his hands was popping, the sunlight highlighting the curves and crevices of his hand, fingers and veins, "your, hands.. f*ck even that they're hot" feeling hot inside biting down on your lip.

"Oh? Love my hands?"

He says as he gets up and snakes his hand around your waist gripping it sensually, as it slowly goes down and groped your ass, earning a breathy sigh out of your lips.

"Even if we weren't together before, I always find myself staring at your beautiful veiny hands"

"Really? Didn't know"

He said as he smirks brushing his thumb over your bottom lips. Impulsively opened tour mouth just enough for his thumb to slip inside. Started nibbling on it a bit before licking a stripe from the bottom of his thumb to the tip.

He was meticulously staring at the way he submit his fingers to you, licking, kissing and sucking on them, thrusting it lightly in and out in a slow pace.

"F*ck it" he whispers before retracting his hand and kisses you roughly, getting turned on by the way he saw you sensually pleasuring his fingers, "you love my fingers huh?" He said in between kisses as you moaned softly feeling his other hand cupping your now aroused pussy, rubbing his middle finger against the fabric of your panties.

"Get on the desk" he says as you obeyed biting your bottom lip.

"You're such a minx you know that? Distracting me from my work" he says seductively as he looks at your lust filled eyes, your thighs rubbing against each other getting friction, feeling it pulse from time to time at the rising feeling of hormones.

"Get those pants off baby" he says, sitting back down on his chair, eyeing you removing your pants, his eyes slightly widening to notice, "tch, not wearing your panties huh?" He crossed his arms over his chest.

"Spread your legs" he says as he stood up, standing in front of you, he kisses you sensually before kissing down your neck, fondling and groping your covered boobs, neck arched backwards, hands gripping the desk edge.

Feeling his breathe was in front of your aroused pussy, he teases it a little by just breathing in it, twitching from time to time, "come on Levi, please use those beautiful hands of yours" he chuckled deeply before he licked a long stripe from your hole to your clitoris.

Moaning sensually, body moved forward a bit to grip and lightly tug on his raven hair feeling him licking, kissing and sucking on your clitoris, "yes baby yes~" huffing out sensual sighs trying to keep your voice down as you felt his fingers thrusting in.

"Ah! ~"

"Like that?"

"Yes~ f*ck!"

He started fastening his face, Levi's other hand reaching your mouth, opening your mouth with it as he rests his middle finger and pointer finger inside your mouth. You started licking and sucking on it again.

Feeling a knot coming in close, "I'm cumming baby, please don't stop~" he hums and shakes his head a little adding the sensations, his fingers leaving your mouth as he groped and fondled with your boobs.

"Cum for me"

Upon command you climaxed and cummed, Levi leaves your pussy with a satisfying pop, chuckling when he sees cum leaking down to the floor, "you taste good every time baby" moaning out his name as he stands up and kisses you softly.

He pats your thighs before giving you your pants back, confused as to why he didn't just continue, "round 2 will be in my bedroom baby, meet me before dinner got it?" He says before grabbing a few stuff and leaving his office.

You smiled to yourself, excited for later.

#levi ackerman #anime #levi aot #attack on titan #attack on titan smut #attack on titan x reader #aot fanfiction #aot smut #shingeki no kyojin #aot #levi smut #veiny hands

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tojigasm · 10 months

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Heavy with Blood and Sick

Authors note: thank you so, so much for 10k!! I adore you all endlessly and cannot thankyou enough for the joyous support and adoration you've all expressed towards my work. I hope you all enjoy this celebratory piece ♡♡

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, nsfw, labor, pregnancy, pet names, unexpected pregnancy, graphic birth, blood, pain, crying, fluff, love, angst

Synopsis:

"Easy, easy, sweetheart." He's soft behind you, grounding you as another contraction rips itself through your body.

"Breathe fr'me, deep breaths," he strokes his hand down your shaky arm, "good girl," Jake presses a kiss to the back of your head when you groan again.

"I cant- I cant..." your cheeks are swollen and hot as you pant into his hold.

Jake pulls you into him, pulling your hair behind your ear, "you can," he nods with his words, reaching down to cup the underside of your heavy middle, "calm down, kid."

He doesn't understand it. Doesn't know why you don't just come out with whatever the hell it was that was so obviously bothering you. It annoys him that you're crying in his lap, sobbing and choking, sniffling against the thunder and rain that shatters in the sky, making you jump ever so often. Yet you still won't tell him what's wrong.

He eventually stops prying, settling on running a big hand up and down your back in gentle rows.

"You okay?" He only asks once your broken cries have dissolved into quiet sniffles.

You don't say anything. Nodding into your arms cupped over your knees.

Jake eyes you at your quiet response, moving to speak before he pauses. He realizes he doesn't know what to say. Doesn't know what you need and how to help.

"Sweetheart?"

"M'pregnant." You cut him off. It's so sudden Jake thinks the confession shakes you as well.

It does.

Jake nods, humming softly before tucking you back into his hold. "Tsuy wasn't happy I gather?" He motions languidly to your position in his lap and you nod. He sighs through his nose at that.

And he's so warm. So warm and big and rough. So stern that you nearly start crying again. The blue stripes and scars a mocking reminder of tsuy. He doesn't let you go back to your home that night.

Jake hates when you do this.

Hates the way you look over his children with sorrow eyes. Whether its watching the three by the river, helping Neytiri with Tuk, briading Kiri's hair. It's all the same, the same look.

He knows the last six months havent been kind to you - riddled by your surpise pregnancy ontop of your mate leaving you. He'd taken you under his wing at that, both he and Neytiri taking you in as their own which had soon bloomed into much more.

Often Jake finds himself thinking back to the day the three of you had mated. Making the bond between the two of you had brought upon something he hadnt expected; rather than a flush of excited heat he'd been met with a heavy sorrow.

He often wonders what you think of, what you need. He doesnt quite know.

"Hey hon," Jake nuzzles your cheek as you thread blades of grass together. He takes a seat next to you, pulling his own handful of green from the root to start braiding together.

You hum in acknowdlegement, crossing your legs under your swollen middle. You like days like this, days where the wind in the forest is soft and cool and the trees seem to sing.

You can tell Jake wants to say something. He's always been that way, very straight to the point and naturally paternal to those he loves.

"What is it?" you sigh, folding over the last blade of the strewn plants.

He's quiet for a moment, eyes shifting from his hands of bent grass to your figure beside him. "Are you alirght?" He asks finally, dropping the ripped blades to the ground.

"Why wouldnt i be?" you answer sharply, fingers pulling a bit tighter at the ends of your necklace. He doesnt respond but you know whats coming, know that he'll eventually unravel your soft walls you so despeartely tried to build up over the past few months.

Jake's hand cups under your chin, stroking the base of your ear soflty. "Hey," he calls gently, placing his free hand on your wrists to push them down to your lap.

"Look at me, sweetheart," Jake speaks so softly you could cry. His hand on your chin turns you gently to meet his eyes. His amber ones search your teary ones before he's pulling you into his lap with a soft hum.

He doesn't try to coo you, doesnt quiet your heartfelt sobs and your choked cries. He lets hismelf be there, lets himself soothe a hand up and down your back as you cry into his chest.

"You're gonna be okay. I'm gonna take care of you, you're gonna be fine, honey."

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Neytiri had been out on a hunt. Away for a week at least and heavysome you became with worry, sick, and labor.

It'd only been a few hours since your contractions started to get closer together. Every ache and pull against your womb simmering in the heat of your strength.

You rocked back and forth on your hands and knees in the heat of the nearby springs. Jake helping to relax your muscles as you felt another contraction rip its way through your womb.

Jake, beside you, kneeling and running his hand over the skin of your back, gently massaged the rough of his palms into your shaking nerves.

"Haa... haa Jake” you cried, the pressuring heat in your belly so heavy you can feel your knees buckle beneath you. You nearly collapse at the intensity of it. Grasping for Jake as air catches in your throat.

He catches your arm, finding a soft patch to meet your heavy eyes.

“I’m right here, whatta need, sweetheart?” He stroks the skin of your shoulder, moving his hand from your back to rest on your wet cheek.

You whimper, “just,” you look back at your belly through a pant. "I want 'tiri," you cry, head dropping between your shoulder blades.

Jake nods softly.

“I know, hon. I know."

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“Jake, i can’t.” you pant, back to Jake's chest.

"Easy, easy, sweetheart." He's soft behind you, grounding you as another contraction rips itself through your body.

"Breathe fr'me, deep breaths," he strokes his hand down your shaky arm, "good girl," Jake presses a kiss to the back of your head when you groan again.

"I cant- I cant..." your cheeks are swollen and hot as you pant into his hold.

Jake pulls you into him, pulling your hair behind your ear, "you can," he nods with his words, reaching down to cup the underside of your heavy middle, "calm down, kid."

You sob, falling into his hands.

"Hurts so bad."

“i know," he nods, rubbing your shoulders softly, "m'right here.”

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“Jake, pease,” you said mumble through a sobbing pant “please, just make it stop.”

You couldn't breathe - you felt like your lungs were being crushed, your legs had gone numb, pins and needles stabbing into the heels of your feet and tail, running up the muscles of your swollen caves. Child birth was sickly.

Jake sat behind you, his chest to your back and his arms beneath your own, stroking the taut skin of your belly.

“Shh...c’mon, c’mon another push for me please.” Jake whispers into the back of your head, the scent of your heat claiming his nerves slightly.

“I cant. Jake, really, I can't.” you were so exhausted.

“Yes you can.” Jake slid both hands under your arms to hoist you up to be sitting more. The abrupt change in position startling you.

“Kay, on three you're gonna give me a big push, okay?” Jake bent his head over your shoulder to kiss your cheek, lips against your damp skin as he did so.

You nodded and readjusted yourself as much as you could, gripping your hands on his muscled thighs which sat on either side of you.

“You ready?” Jake asks, rubbing his hands up and down your arms comfortingly.

“Mhm” you nod again, preparing yourself for the inevitable contraction. Right as the first tendrils of pain passed through your belly you grit your teeth and pushed, eyes screwed shut.

Jake's soft praises soothe you as you groan. “Such a good girl for me.”

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Your legs were beginning to twitch from supporting your weight for so long. tail heavy to the ground and ears droopy with unease.

You sat in a squat, your legs spread and your nails digging into Jake's thick skin.

Jake sat in a squat in front of you, large hands holding the tops of your spread thighs.

“Ya doin’ okay?” Jake cooed, looking between your legs as he asked, quirking his head a tad to look up at you.

You nodded through a sob “Y-yeah- ah!” another contraction ripped itself through your body making you curl in on yourself, dropping a hand from Jake's thigh to cup your belly.

“Jake, get him out,” you sob, lids heavy and cheeks hot.

“m'doin' the best i can, hon,” he rubbed your thighs with his rough thumbs. “you're doin' so good."

You nod tiredly.

“Kay, gimme another push, you can do this." Jake nods, tilting his head to get a better look at your face.

With a hiss, you bore down into another push, legs widening as a white hot pain stroke itself through your opening.

“Jake, it burns!” You throw your head back into cry out as you continued to push.

Jake took his hand from your belly to place both in a cupping position beneath you. “That’s okay, its all okay. Just means the baby’s crowning.”

Suddenly the pain spread itself throughout the entire bottom half of your body, spreading through your legs and numbing your toes in pure aony as you pushed.

“Ta- agh!” you hissed and pushed again.

“Keep your push, right there sweetheart, I can see his head.” Jake's tail perks and his tongue falls out to lay across his bottom lip, eyes zoned in on the small tuft of hair that would've been nearly invisible to the naked eye.

“It hurts, oh my god it hurts.” you hissed and bore down again, your swollen lips drawing into a straight line.

“Stop, stop, stop.” Jake interrupts you.

“Why? What's going on?” you heaved.

“Nothin’ relax.” Jake looks up at you, “You just gotta let yourself breathe, you're gonna pass out.”

You went to say something when another contraction shook your core again.

“Oh god, help, Jake, help me!” You could feel the baby began to crown, your legs widening to accommodate.

“I’m right here, sweetie, you're doing so good.” Jake ooked at you, putting his hand between your legs and feeling around, focusing on what he was doing as he copied breathing with you.

“In-” He took an exaggerated inhale “And out” he exhaled dramatically and you copied, the breathing exercise going on for a couple of seconds.

“Whew!” Jake laugh, shaking his head a bit, “Getting' dizzy haha.”

You side eye him which he returns in a sheepish smile. The small moment being interrupted when you groaned again, squeezing your eyes shut and curling in again to push.

“Can you feel him?” your eyes fall shut.

“Yeah, kid, I got him, don’t worry, just keep breathing.” He cups the baby’s head, letting you push again as he helps to maneuver the top of the head out.

“Ah! gentle, please- it hurts.” you sniffled and opened your eyes, craning your neck to try and see over the curve of your belly before Jake pushes your head back up some.

“You’ll hurt your neck.” he scolds, taking your hand from his shoulder to bring it around your middle to his own. Your fingertips graze a small tuft of hair and you're left to gasp lightly.

“Th- that's him?” you look up at Jake in exhaust, too tired to fully register whether or not what was happening was real.

Jakes eyes are watery, “Yeah, kid. That’s our baby." He looks back down, moving your hand back to his shoulder, grounding you as you pushed again.

“Oh, wait, wait, wait- right there, one more big push, his nose is almost out.” Jake readjusts his weight on both feet, stepping side to side slightly.

You pushed again, a smooth pop! Filling out your body as you felt the head slip out of your body.

“Oh there he is,” Jake stroks the small tuft of black hair on the smooth skin of the baby’s head “Hey, lil' bud."

You still sat in your squat, eyes closed and taking deep breaths as you try to calm yourself down, brows furrowing at times when a small jerk of pain would make you jump.

“You okay?” Jake notices asked, baby’s head still in his hands, looking up at you.

You nodded, trying to stop yourself from crying.

“You’re okay baby, I’m right here. If you needa' cry then cry.” he reaches up and to kiss your forehead.

Shivering, you begin to push again, the shoulders slowly breaching your body.

“So good, so good, he’s almost out.” jake soothes, pulling lightly at the shoulder being pushed from your body. “C’mon just one more big push, you’re so close.”

“Fuck!” You exclaimed and bore down once more.

Finally the shoulder slipped out, followed by the baby’s body, falling into Jake's grasp, his huge blue hands dwarfing the baby.

You fall back onto your bum at the release of the baby, going to reach for him as Jake scrambled to swaddle the infant within thatch wraps before handing him over to you.

You cup the baby in your hold, hands shaking as you run your finger over the plumpness of his cheek.

“Hey baby,” you coo through tears, leaning down to kiss your baby’s head before looking for Jake who had grabbed a blanket and was wrapping you in it.

Squatting behind you, he leaned over your shoulder to turn your head and kiss you.

“Hold his head, honey, like this- there you go.” Jake corrects gently, bringing his hand under your own for support.

#dilf jake sully #jake sully x reader #avatar #avatar x reader #jake sully

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lov3m3darling · 1 year

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Apple of my Eye (Obsessed!Wally Darling x Short!Reader) Pt. 2

Heyyy 😊 So I'm really glad a lot of you seem to like what I'm doing here. You're all very kind ❤️

I woke up feeling pretty good today so I figured I'd be at least a little productive and write another part ✨️ How long should this be?? I'm totally down to make this a long fic if ya'll would like that. I would still write oneshots and headcannons in between chapters of course 🤗

Idk, lemme know

!!!(TW: obsessive behaviors, eye imagery, slight blood/injury, mention of a kn*fe)!!!

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Wally spent that evening thinking of nothing but you.

Your smile, your eyes, your laugh...

It was like his world finally had color again. He imagined the date vividly...bringing you flowers when he arrived at your door, showing you around town while you held his arm, picking a nice grassy spot in the shade for your picnic.

Would you dress up just for him? Would he hear your charming laugh when he made jokes? Could he...kiss you?

Wally covered his blushing face at the idea, and Home rolled their eyes, creaking mockingly.

Wally sat up from where he was laying across his chair.

"You don't understand, Home! (Y/n) is...they're so..."

He tried to describe you, but could only manage a happy, dreamy sigh. Suddenly, he heard a record player start up.

A love song.

"HOME!!" Wally exclaimed, his face now entirely red. Home knocked quietly, almost like a sly snicker. Wally sighed again.

"Oh, but...I could just imagine asking them to dance with me to a song like this. Wouldn't they look divine? ...Home, what on earth is wrong with me?"

The music stopped, and Home creaked.

"Lovesick? What are you talking about? I'm not sick, I feel fit as a fritter!"

Home's eyes rolled yet again, and the front door swung open with a squeak.

"You're right. Frank can explain it to me, I'm sure. He's very smart!"

With that, Wally set out towards Frank's house.

Meanwhile, you were in your own house, fussing over your clothing options. Clothes were strewn across your otherwise tidy bedroom as you dug through your closet and rejected nearly every article of clothing you owned.

But then, hanging at the very back, you spotted the miracle you were hoping for!

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(Option 1: a multicolored striped blazer and pants combo with a white dress shirt underneath and some red sneakers to keep it from being TOO dressy!)

(Option 2: a white, knee-length dress with multicolored polka-dots and a pair of red ballet flats. and for a cute little accessory, some red apple earrings!)

(...orrrrr any combo of the two! Up to you! Doesn't really matter, I just wanted to give some visuals here. Reminder: ya dress like a cartoon character because ya ARE one!)

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Oh, it was perfect! You'd been saving this outfit for a special occasion, and if a date wasn't the perfect situation, you didn't know what was!

You carefully hung it up for tomorrow, then made your way to the kitchen to pack the picnic basket.

As you sliced up an apple, you couldn't help but think about Wally. You'd only just met him that morning, and yet you already had a massive crush on the guy.

But who could blame you? There was just something so charming about him. And strangely suave, too. He seemed like the type of guy to bring you flowers and kiss your hand...a gentleman.

"Ow! Oh dear.."

Maybe cutting an apple wasn't the best time to be daydreaming...

"Tsk..."

You sighed, setting the knife down to go grab a bandage for the small cut on your finger.

But suddenly, there was a panicked knock on your door.

"Who in the world..?"

You settled for wrapping your finger in a tissue, and went to answer the door.

Wally stood, wide-eyed, on your stoop. He seemed worried.

"(Y-Y/n) I was walking by and heard you yelp!"

Your face felt a little hot. You didn't realize you'd been so loud...

"Oh, I'm sorry to worry you but I'm alright. I was slicing an apple for our picnic and...well...I suppose my mind was somewhere else. And silly me, I cut my finger a little..."

Wally's eyes shifted past you and looked at the knife on the counter, and his pupils grew and shrank again in a matter of just a second. You barely noticed.

"Thank goodness, I thought something terrible had happened. I don't know what I'd do if-...ah, would you like me to help you? I have bandages at Home.."

You were about to decline, when you realized something. You didn't have any of that stuff! You'd only just moved, after all.

So, you had to agree and let Wally lead you to his house.

Home's eyes fixed on you when they spotted you approaching with Wally. The door opened, but the squeak it made sounded like a question.

"(Y/n) is coming in for a moment so I can tend to the cut on their finger, if that's alright"

Home said nothing else, but the door remained open, so Wally nodded and brought you inside.

He had you sit on the couch while he retrieved a box of bandages and a cotton ball soaked in something that smelled like a hospital.

Carefully, he removed and threw away the tissue you'd wrapped around it, and looked it over. A tiny drop of blood trickled out and you winced, feeling like a little kid with a scraped knee again.

But Wally just smiled and brought your hand to his lips, gently licking away the drop as he gazed up at you lovingly. His pupils grew just a little, and you felt as if you would combust at any moment.

Wally chuckled and cleaned the cut with the cotton ball before wrapping a blue bandage around your finger and giving it a kiss.

"You've turned red, (y/n). Feeling alright~?"

"I-I don't...w-why did you...?"

He laughed.

"You're so silly, (y/n). It had to be wiped away, what was I supposed to do?"

You couldn't answer him. Your face was entirely too flushed and any nervous jumble of words your brain could think up just wouldn't come out no matter how hard you tried.

"Hey, I know! I'll sign your bandage. People do that with casts, I think! Barnaby says it helps the person feel better faster"

Suddenly, he was back to normal. Acting just as he did when you first met him.

Wally left the room for a moment and returned with a red crayon. He took your hand and gently wrote his name and a smiley face on the bandage before helping you up from the couch. He smiled at you.

"How's that? Does it feel better?"

"M-Much better. Thank you, Wally.."

You excused yourself so you could continue to get ready for tomorrow, and left, waving to Home as you went.

You shut the door to your own house and slid down it, finally being able to breathe and think.

What WAS that?! He licked your cut! Why?!

After a few deep breaths, you collected yourself and stood up, returning to the kitchen. You went to pick the knife back up, only to realize the blade had snapped off of the handle and was in several pieces...

"How did that happen..?" you wondered aloud. For some reason, looking at it gave you a nervous feeling in the pit of your stomach and you hastily threw it away.

As you did, you glanced at the bandage on your finger again. You weren't sure where the thought came from, but his name written on it almost felt like a claim over you more than a nice gesture.

And...why were you strangely okay with that...?

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Too much? 😅 That was a little intense, I know. But I promised yandere, and I keep my promises. Of course it's never gonna be a downright lemon 🍋 🚫 but who says it cant be just a liiiiiittle spicy? Just a dash of pepper, am I right?

Anyways, hope this was good 😊 more to come!

#wally darling #welcome home #welcome home fanfic #yandere welcome home #yandere wally darling #wally darling fanfic #obsessive wally darling #wally darling x reader #wally x reader #wally darling x you

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komugistissue · 3 months

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Oooo, what about sucking Aki off every time he's on the phone just cause you like to be a distraction. Do you think he'd try to end the call quickly? Would he be able to hold back his moans? Would he lose his train of thought whenever your nose hit his pubes? What would he do when he finally hung up?

anon.. i'm so in love with this idea thank you so much 🥹

i had fun writing this, this idea is so hot to me but i have no idea what'd you'd call it, so if anyone knows pls lmk in the comments lol! also i reallyyy enjoy writing/reading about sub men so i hope u don't mind i made aki a lil bit subby in this! (i need him so bad) also this is NOT proofread so pls don't crucify me if there's any spelling mistakes 😣

pairing- aki hayakawa x afab reader

warnings- subby aki, blowjob while on the phone, oral (m receiving), reader calls aki a good boy, aki calls reader ma'am, afab reader

"everything is in order, the devil was executed and i'm about to start writing the report on the mission." your boyfriend spoke into the phone. you sat next to him at his desk, impatiently waiting for this phone call to end after he told you to be quiet so he could take it.

"it was a bloody fight, fortunately there were no casualties and no one is severely injured. we were able to recover...." jesus christ. when would this phone call end? there was no possible way he had this much to say about a mission where barely anything happened.

"hey! hey! ki!!" you whisper shouted, snapping your fingers to get your boyfriend's attention. he put his finger up to his mouth in a "shush" motion and turned his chair away from you. "ugh!'' you rolled your eyes. you just wanted to hang out with your boyfriend and this stupid call was taking up all your alone time with him!

god dammit, you thought. how could you pull his attention away from this totally unimportant phone call onto his totally important girlfriend? you thought for a second. that could work. you got up out of your chair with a plan in your head. aki was so focused on his phone call that he didn't notice when you stood up, or when you got underneath his desk.

he looked over when he felt the warmth of your hand touch his upper thigh and saw your other hand reaching toward the crotch of his pants. "what're yo... oh um i'm sorry, i was just talking to my, uh, dog. please continue." he looked at you anxiously when he saw his belt being undone and your hand reaching for his cock.

you grabbed his cock, that was growing harder by the second now that he understood the situation, and ran your thumb against the tip, gathering all his precum on the tip of your finger and licking it off. he clicked the mute button on the call, "hah.. what are you doing? y-you know this call is mmm-important to me.." he said between breaths. you took your finger out of your mouth and put it up to his. "shhh ki. be a good boy for me okay?" you moved your finger away from his mouth and pushed the unmute button.

"mr. hayakawa, are you there." aki was so caught up with you he hadn't realized his superior had said something. "y-yes sir i'm sorry, just my dog is really needy mmmf-today.." you smirked hearing him try to keep his composure, sure you did feel a little bad, but hearing him hold back his little whines erased all guilt you had.

you grabbed his cock and licked a stripe all the way from the base to the tip of his leaking cock. poor baby aki covered his mouth and tried so hard to hold back his little whimpers. he looked down at you with tears in his eyes and a look that said "please just make me cum already." you took his cock into your mouth and started licking his tip. he muted his voice and started to moan out to you. "hah.. fuck.. please just mmmf-just stop teasing.. please.." you took your mouth off and stopped completely, "if you keep muting this call i'll stop aki. do you understand me?" "...yes ma'am" he said, clearly embarrassed about the entire situation. "that's my good boy. now unmute your voice, and let me take care of you."

you put your mouth back onto his neglected cock and let the tip hit the back of your throat. you did feel bad for making your poor boyfriend feel embarrassed like this. you could spoil him for a little while.

fuck, he could feel every little thing. the way your nose hit his pubes when he was completely down your throat, how you were rubbing little circles into his leg to (attempt) help him keep his composure. he felt like he was going to go crazy. your throat was so warm. all of a sudden, he felt you cup his balls. "i'm sorry sir but something hmmff-came up, can i call you back?" aki hung up before he could hear the answer.

"fuck.. please baby i-i'm sorry for hanging up! just please... mhnnghh please make me cum pleasee" he blabbered out to you. damn, how could you be mad at his cute face? "it's okay my good boy, just sit back."

#chainsaw man #smut #chainsaw man smut #csm smut #aki hayakawa #aki smut #aki hayakawa smut #request #csm #idk how to tag this #idk how to end fics help

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t0yac1d · 7 months

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I Wanna Hear You Scream (E.Landry x GN!Reader)

Warnings: Edging, sub!Ethan, Dom!Reader, Dry humping/grinding(?) & oral (male receiving)

Notes: I've been thinking about this man for so long omg

Word Count: 608

"P-Please.." he whined, hips bucking into you. You sat on his lap, legs on either side of his hips and hands wrapped around his neck. "Awe, bouta cum already? We've barely even started." You smirked, he tried moving you himself, moving your hips back and forth, needing you to keep going.

Everytime he got close and his dick would twitch in his jeans, you'd stop moving, denying him from any release. You grabbed his hands and put them at his sides, "If you touch me, you won't cum at all." You sternly spoke. Ethan looked up at you, eyes big and glossy, face flushed and breathing uneven. He nodded at your words, "I need words, Ethan. You know how to use your words, right?" You asked, hips slightly moving and nudging against his bulge.

Ethan's eyes fluttered shut at the feeling and he let out a shaky breath. "Yes," he replied, hands gripping the couch cushion. "Then you understand, correct?"

"Yes," he replied once more, you smiled and started to slowly move your hips. Leaning in you kissed his neck, teeth grazing against his skin and hands finding their way to his clothed dick. "Ha.." he moaned, the feeling of your hands pressing down softly against him even harder than he was.

Giving his neck one last kiss you turned your attention to his hard on. Moving down his body and in between his legs you slowly unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants.

Pre-cum oozing from his top and staining his boxers. You palmed him through the thin layer of fabric and gave his dick a squeeze. Ethan's hand moved to hold yours in place but he quickly shot it up to the back of the couch.

Smiling at the action of obedience you gave a kiss to his happy trail and pulled his boxers down to his ankles. His duck sprung up and retsed on his stomach. The cool air caused him to quietly moan. Grabbing his dick, you licked up the shaft and took his mushroom tip in your mouth before getting off and licking it again.

Slowly jerking him you gave the inside of his thighs a kiss and a bite. Moving down to his balls you cupped them and fondled them a little. Leaning down you flattened your tongue and licked a stripe up to the tip once again and took him down your throat.

"Fuck.." Ethan groaned, fighting the urge to push your head down and fuck your throat. You bobbed your head up and down creating a pool of saliva to form at the base of his cock. Ethan never knew how hard it'll be to hold back from fucking your pretty little throat. "Please baby..please let me at least touch you.." he pleaded, you looked up at him and shook your head 'no'.

His breathing started to get heavy as he felt his core tighten. His dick twitched in your mouth, signaling he was close. Your movements got faster, pushing him closer to his release. Calling your name his hips thrusted upwards, the tip of his dick hitting the back of your throat.

You brought your hands up to stop his hips from moving and lifted your head up. His orgasm disperses and leaves him painfully hard. You stood up and began to walk away, "Wait..what…why? I didn't touch you.." he said in disbelief and confusion.

You turned to him and smiled, "I know, I just remembered I had things to do." Ethan sat there in silence, "Oh, and don't think about finishing by yourself. 'Kay?" You said, giving him a kiss on his cheek and leaving the room.

#scream #scream 6 #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x slasher!reader #i've been thinking about this for a while #ethan landry smut #ghostface #ghostface ethan #ghostface ethan landry #ghostface smut

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vinetae · 1 year

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HENTAI TIME

Genre: Drabble, SMUT, Hentai related themes

Summary: Basically Jungkook fucks you while forcing you to watch his anime/hentai.

A/n: MIW = Motionless In White. It's my favorite rock/metal band, and I thought Jungkook - acting all emo and ish- would be suiting for him lmao. Enjoy.

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"Marie, what we had was special, we can get it back again!" Marie turns to face the streets, avoiding direct eye-contact between herself and Derek. If she were to have looked into his green, emerald eyes, she knew she wouldn't be able to face the reality. They'd just - as usual - slip back into each others arms, thinking that one night, nothing could touch them. Only to wake up with crusted tears and flushed cheeks. An empty spot where he's supposed to lie-

"Fuckk. Yeah, just like that." You sigh, closing the hard cover of your book. Your eyes wander over to your boyfriend who'd been intensely invested in the cartooned TV show know as 'anime'. You never really cared for it. Much rather preferring to imagine your stories than having watch them. Even more so watching them in a language you couldn't understand.

"Oh! Oh! I'm coming!" The high-pitched voice actor practically screams at the male protagonist. The two lazily sat in a porcelain tub, her sitting unrealistically reverse cowgirl style on his lap. Your boyfriend had taken on a certain liking to these videos. Not so much as taking action while consuming said material, just out of curiosity. You shake your head, trying to block out the overly done voices of his show.

"No, Derek. This-" Marie motions between the two. Rain fallen heavily upon the streets. Soaked from head to toe, the two stand in the freezing rain. Both pulling at strings they knew they couldn't hold. "This can't happen again. I won't do it to Ja-"

"OH MY GOD, YES, OH GOD YES, FUCK ME HARDER. OH YES, FUCK IN COMING"

That's it!!!

You stand, throwing your book to the plush of your boyfriend comforter, making a b-line over to his computer desk. Just as you turn his chair around, your eyes catch on the two characters in a very compromising position now. The girl's; face down ass up position is taken by the main character's harsh thrusts. The animated girl's enormous breasts bounce roughly against her face. A chuckle escapes your lips. Your boyfriend had been just laying back in his chair perfectly fine.

Until you looked a little closer.

For far away, it'd just seemed as if he was enjoying his favorite sit-com with his MIW oversized hoodie cascading down his figure. If one were to take a closer looked, you'd see his hand shoved down the entirety of his pants, small palming motions moved under the fabric of his sweats. His head leaned back against the plush pillow of his gaming chair, a sheet of sweat gleams on his shiny face. Staggered breaths are sucked in as his stomach muscles clench over so often.

He was getting off to this?

"JUNGKOOK!" You yell, removing one half of his headphones from his ear. He startles, practically jumping from his chair.

"What!?!? Where's the fire!!" He sporadically checks the rooms, watching for any signs of danger.

"Apparently on your dick from rubbing it so much." You fold your arms across your chest, sending him an annoyed look. He gulps, finally taking notice to the quickening screen playing on his monitor.

"I...I was just looking something up and this all of a sudden-" You stop his rambling by holding your palm up. "Save it, Kook. I don't care if you get off to it or not, just don't make me listen to it as well." His head tilts at your request.

"How'd you... I had headphones on though.." A embarrassed flush washes over his expression as he lowers himself back into his striped, sleek black gaming chair you'd gotten him two Christmases ago.

"Well obviously they weren't plugged in. I don't wanna hear 'Oh god, yes! Fuck, Harder please!' while I'm trying to cry to my book!" You see the outline of his Adam's apple bob up, then back down again. Why did his hoodie all of a sudden feel so constricting?

"S.. Sorry, babe." He shyly replies, taking a few looks over your newly noticed figure. The daisy-duke like pajama shorts did no aiding in the softening of his cock. Your V-neck tank top hung dangerously low, revealing the dip between your breasts. Your messy bun sits perfectly atop the crown of your head. Little strands falling from here and there. He couldn't help the growing tent forming in his sweats.

"Baby.." He softly calls, as you glance up wondering what he's needing now.

"What?"

His gaze leaves the computer screen that now has the ending clip flashing in his face, telling viewers to subscribe for more uncensored content.

"Come on, baby. Let's watch it together?" You scoff, picking the hard cover of your book off the sheets.

"No thanks, I'd rather stuff a cactus up my pussy."

Your comment catches his attention quickly. (As if you already didn't have it.)

"How about i stuff your pussy instead?"

Now THAT made your head turn. It had been a couple weeks since you both had actually gotten down to it. His schedule and yours had never really aligned to be able to have any time alone together. But now since your boss had given you a week vacation, you had more than enough time on your hands.

"You wanna what?" You tease, standing on the rounds of your knees atop his comforter. He inches closer, wrapping a hand around your side, lips coming to brush the shell of your ear.

"You heard me."

"No." You smirk, circling your arms around the base of his neck, pulling your bodies flush together.

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"Fuck, baby!" His palms come to rest at the side of your hips, stilling your motions for a second.

"Hold on, lemme restart the video." You chuckle, continuing to bounce on his hardened cock. His hips buck up into yours, head falling off the side of the bed to watch the video upside down.

"Maybe riding wasn't the best decision" He retorts, leaning his head up ever so often to get the blood rushing back so he wouldn't loose consciousness. You smirk, snaking your hands to press at the sides of his throat, cutting off the airway just a bit. Your hips slow down, moving at a torturous rate. His eyelashes flutter open, watching as your breasts bounce at the same speed your riding him.

His hand comes up to toy with the curves of your breasts before tweaking the erect nub between his index and thumbs. "Maybe" You reply, leaning down to move your hand away from his neck, onto the backs of his head, gripping his roots into a firm grasp. His head lunges forward at your motion, a moan slips his lips.

"Fuck!" He whines, hips rising from the sheets to fuck up into your abused cunt. His hand reaches forward to rub harsh circles against your throbbing bud, your head lulls back at the overridden pleasure. The small studio apartment bedroom fills with choked moans and skin slapping to overpower the once silence atmosphere.

"F-fuck, Kook- coming!" You whine out, as his hands come to grips the flesh of your hips, slamming your hips down onto his harshly, while simultaneously thrusting his up to meet yours in the middle.

Both of your sounds override the cheap studio recorded ones playing from his small computer. Your back arches to his grunts.

"Yeah? Cream my cock, baby girl. Fuck- milk me for all I've fucking got. Look at you, coming undone just by the anime you said you hated. Fuck- I didn't know you were such a voyurist, babe. Watching two people fucking turns you on? My God, what a dirty little slut you are. " Well, that wasn't exactly true, but you weren't in a position to argue.

His grip slams your body down onto his, the tip of his cock harshly slamming against your cervix.

"T-Tell me" He pants, flipping you both over to have you on all fours. His tattooed hand reaches forward to keep your eyes focused on the anime in front of you both.

"Tell me how much you love it." You whine, the overstimulation getting far too much control over you.

"I love it! I love it, Jungkook- please!" You smirks giving your ass a good smack before continuing.

"No, not me fuck you- Tell me how much you love the hentai, or I won't let you come." You're practically making your lip bleed by this point.

Anything to get you the release you deserve.

"I love it! God, I love all of the h-hentais! I-I wanna watch all of them each time we f-fuck, please! Want you to fill my pussy while cumming to that girl's huge ass tits! I wanna watch as you cum to those stu- amazing tit-fucking videos! Kook- please! Please!" You scream, burying your face into the pillows.

"Yeah you do. Don't worry babe," Just as he reaches forward you rub a few more circles against your aching clit, the coil in you snaps. You fall to the mattress, panting harshly as he finishes out, quickening his hand over his base of his cock, before hot beads of cum shoot out and onto the round of your ass. The hot, sticky substance drips to the dip of your back, creating a tiny pool of cum.

He flails forwards, following pursuit if your exhausted figure. His hand comes up to brush away a strand of hair from your face, giving your nose a quick eskemo kiss.

He chuckles to himself, replaying the night over and over in his mind.

"She loves it."

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No Jungkook, she didn't love it.

But, she loves you.

#bts jungkook smut #bts jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook drabble

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lowkeyrobin · 2 months

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RANBOO ; youre too pretty to cry

summary ; getting comfort from a stranger in walmart

warnings ; language, guardian being an ass, slightly crying in a public setting, set around senior year ranboo

genre ; kinda angst kinda fluff

word count ; 652

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The comments your guardian made about college and your grades were starting to get to your head. You couldn't even go shopping with them without being harassed by "You need to get your grades up" and "You need to get college plans in order"

You didn't want to start a fight in public, so you stay silent, ignoring their words.

"Go back to the freezers and get me some pierogis please, I forgot to get them while we were back there"

You nod, turning around to walk back to the freezer aisles in search of a blue bag of the potato and cheese filled dumplings. The usual facade of niceness your guardian put on after basically yelling at you was usual and tiring. You didn't even understand why you had to be here with them. You just wanted to lie down and cry.

You're able to locate the familiar, large bag after a solid 3 minutes, the store having relocated some items since your last visit. You didn't know which size your guardian wanted, and you were already stressed and overstimulated. You feel your eyes well with tears as you do your best to logically think and hold them back, but you fail.

Silent droplets of tears fall from your eyes, which you quickly wipe away. You stand in front of the freezers, feeling more lost than you ever have, somehow.

Your hands tremble as you shove them in your pockets, pulling your phone out to text your guardian, informing them you were running to the bathroom quickly and would find them back at the bakery section. You shove your hands and phone back in your pockets, walking back to the bathroom at the back of the store, your head hung low.

You quickly speed-walk to the back, face flushed as you hold back your tears. You feel weak, but you feel overstimulated, some sort of justification for your actions. You almost run into someone as you turn down the video game aisle, stopping dead in your tracks to let them pass as you mumble a sorry.

The person looks down at you, they stand a solid six feet tall, wear a plain black shirt covered by a jacket, colored medium grey with red sleeves and a red and white striped collar, paired with some black cargo pants and sneakers. They have short, brown hair, which looks halfway fried from thermal tools. They also wear a black cloth mask, hiding half of their face. They were probably about your age, just very tall.

"Are you okay?" They ask, pointing out your watery eyes and nervous stature like you were about to explode.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good" You nod, looking away, "Sorry for getting in your way"

Wow, that's awkward.

"It's fine. Uh, are you sure?" He asks, "You look like you need a hug." He looks at you with a calm look, eyebrows slouched as he looks with a little bit of worry before he realizes how it sounds. "I swear I'm not a creep, just an empath or something"

You lightly chuckle, "Can't believe I'm about to accept a hug from a stranger in the Walmart video game aisle."

He opens his arms up, inviting you into the warmth. "My name's Ranboo"

You slightly smile, wrapping your arms around their torso. "Y/n. Thanks, Ranboo"

You barely cry, but your stress is relieved, at least.

"You're too pretty to cry, okay? You're strong and awesome, and I don't even know you" They speak, rubbing your back a bit.

You smile, "Thanks"

After some small talk, you thank the boy, and share information to maybe stay in touch, which you'd definitely use to apologize profusely for this whole situation when you properly recovered from the embarrassment. You walk back to the freezer aisles after waving goodbye, leaving him to walk towards the arts and crafts aisles.

Maybe some strangers aren't so scary.

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #ranboo x reader #ranboo oneshot #ranboo imagine #they/them reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader

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