#I gotta start writing for this nasty man
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idk if you write for the charas that hasnt been introduced in the anime (but already in the manga)
but if you do can you please, PLEASEE write cockwarming hiromi as he worked? (I’ll do anything for any hiromi content smh)
☆ : hiromi higuruma x fem! reader
⤷ tags : cockwarming, praise, dirty talk, cowgirl, unprotected sex. wc : 0.9k
an. YESSS SURE
“…baby, i’m on a phone call. stay still ‘n wait,” he murmurs against your ear — his breath was warmth, it brushes against your skin and you moan. the coldness of the watch band higuruma wore ghosted against your skin as you tried to stay put.
he sat in his office chair, his pants just barely hanging down by the him, with you having his cock buried in place.
you squirmed and squirmed, gripping onto his knee and only babbles were your righteous response. “hiro, but that’s boring ‘n your phone calls always take f-forever.”
“perhaps,” he chuckles, his voice was low and a whisper — as he was still on the other line with a person, maintaining business. “just wait a little longer for me, alright? you just gotta be a patient girl,” and then he teasingly slides a hand down your thighs, his rings brushing off against your skin. “can you be my patient good girl and warm me up for me?”
“….y-yes.” your poor pathetic of a response was delayed heavily, and seeing you not get your way, he found it so adorable. “okay, fine.”
“good girl,” he coos, planting a kiss near the back of your head. that’s when he pays his attention back towards his phone, clearing his throat and repositioning his tie. “ah, yes hello? excuse me, i apologize for the interruption. but as you were saying..”
you tried to seclude your moans but it was so hard, higuruma’s cock was so thick — veiny and pulsed inside of you as it stood still. you desperately wanted to move but you had to wait.
every few seconds, you’d hear him chuckle at your constant squirming, your tiny whines and babbles departing from your lips.
“uh huh, yes… i see.” he utters in a low voice, a single hand of his grazing against your waist. his touch was so smooth—you leaned back against his tux, and he kissed the inner part of your neck, whispering a soft, “quiet, princess.”
“s-sorry.” you’d whine, such pout forming against your lips, you were so frustrated. you could hardly think straight.
your vision was nearly blurry, and all you could even process was higuruma’s shaft idly inside of you. no thrusts or anything, you grew bored and was tired of waiting so you started to grind against his lap.
he chokes on his words the moment you do this, and his jaw tightens. right in the middle of speaking, he pauses — and you can almost feel the heated glare he’s giving you from behind.
“my um…apologies, can you repeat yourself?” he mutters, going on as if nothing happened.
the pout on your lips never left, about ten long minutes had passed and he was still occupying himself on the phone.
all when he could have been bending you over his work desk and having his very way with you. higuruma was very serious whenever it came to his work.
you felt him stretch over you to reach for his ballpoint pin and he starts to jot things down on his scattered piles of paperwork. mark after mark, your eyes watch his hands. and all you could think of was his lengthy pretty hands fingering you, he was so good with his hands. his fingers…
how pitiful, you felt yourself starting to almost drool just from the thought. higuruma talking you through an orgasm with his fingers, then once he’d finish, he’d tell you to “open wide” stuffing his fingers down your throat so you can taste how nasty you were for him.
he was a simple man, professional in public yet filthy in private.
“we can go over the procedures one more time, if that’s alright with the party.” he replies in a gruff voice, and you’re a mess. all your fantasizing does just makes you more wet — you want him so bad, and he can tell because at this point, you aren’t even trying to stay still.
“hiro, ‘m gonna cum.” you whisper, and you weren’t, but you were so fed up that you were incredibly desperate. higuruma purposely pretends he doesn’t hear you, talking over you actually just to make you whine. “hiromi, please. can’t hold it, i tried..”
once more, he continues to uphold a conversation with his colleagues, smooth tone and all. he chuckles, glancing at you briefly—and that’s when you moan, feeling him start to bounce his thigh just to irk you even more.
but you couldn’t take it anymore, so that’s when you grab his phone, and moan right into the speaker, “hiromi, ‘m cumming.”
and it goes dead silent, you knew you were probably in deep trouble but you didn’t care—you just couldn’t wait, and it made you giggle on how he suddenly stopped talking. it grew so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
higuruma then sits up, and you let off a gasp at his sudden movements because he pulls out, immediately bending you over the desk. he doesn’t care about the paper documents flying everywhere. “…oh, princess the nerve is beyond me.” he mutters—and you moaned, feeling him make you arch your back with a single push.
and you bite your lip, awaiting for him to go inside. you wanted to play dumb so you say, “what happened?”
“you know what happened.” he mutters, his tone was full of seriousness. you hear the clanks of his belt dangle against his already pulled down pants and you just couldn’t wait.
and then you moan. “but hiro—you’re still on call. hang up the-”
“don’t tell me what to do, princess,” he hushes you, caressing your ass before bringing a mean spank towards your ass. “all you need to worry about is arching that back of yours. you wanna moan and let them hear, then they’ll listen the whole time while i fuck you. so bend over and get loud for me.”
#★vegasbaby.#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jjk smut#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk fic#higuruma smut#higuruma hiromi x reader#higuruma hiromi#female reader#anime smut
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Stu!! I love seeing ppl love him. Would I be able to request some roleswap ish au, where reader is a slasher, and stu is the "final girl". He gets caught ofc, and reader unmasks, smut ensues (maybe stu had a crush or smth, maybe dubcon if u accept it).
Unrelated: Loved seeing Matthew lillard as william Afton, he did so good.
Ruined Man - Stu Macher X M!Reader
Summary: Stu Macher was a classic rich boy; arrogant, eccentric, and an asshole. He was known for playing cruel pranks on others, and earlier in the weak, he pranked Sidney by scaring her as the infamous Ghostface Killer. Maybe, just maybe, he deserved a taste of his own medicine. Trick or treat, right?
Warnings: NSFW, non-fatal violence, weapons.
Word Count: 2K
A/N: I don't write anything with SA, CNC, or dub-con; Stu plainly consents to the activities described. He has implied feelings for the Reader, and other implied activities as well... but I'll let you discover that part.
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Crickets chirped in the grass, the crescent moon high in the sky. Finally, the noise from the Macher’s Halloween party had died down, and most people had left already, causing a blanket of peace to float down on the street. Any stragglers were drunkenly slumped against the curb, blacked out or calling for a sober ride. Your mask stuck out from the shadows, exaggerated and white, as you watched the property slowly become empty. Well, empty except for the host, of course. Stu Macher.
You could see him through one of the many windows, lounging on the first floor’s living room couch, still moving. Your fingers fumbled against the phone’s dial– god, how do killers run in this shit– pulling the black fabric further up your arm to position the voice changer closer to your mouth. Now, you patiently waited for the other man to pick up, seeing him jolt out of his position. Stu rubbed his eyes, and stumbled to the kitchen.
“Yo?”
Your lips curled into a nasty sneer, “Do you like scary movies, Stu?”
“Uh, yeah?”
“What’s your favorite?”
“Don’t make me choose, you know I’ve watched too many good ones!”
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Huh? There was no way he knew your identity already. You’ll give him credit, he’s smart, but most definitely not that smart. Stu always visits the rental store Randy works at, and he always rented horror movies with Sidney’s boyfriend, Billy Loomis; that much you knew. He could not have seen you through the window before he ran into the kitchen, and even if he managed to, your mask was still securely strapped on.
“You still there? I haven’t dropped off Hellraiser yet, you could've just asked if you wanna watch it again.”
You hung up, breath quickening. Stu wasn’t scared, even though you were using the same voice changer as the loose, prank-calling murderer running around the streets of Woodsboro. You dumped the phone on the ground, hidden behind a bush. If he wasn’t scared by a little sound-a-like, that was fine, you came prepared. Stu’s garage door had been left open, and you jogged over. Frankly, it didn’t matter how much the rich boy had it coming, you were never doing this again. The costume’s long fringes caught on your feet, almost causing you to trip as you avoided the windows; less silent than you had hoped. Your shoes shuffled against the concrete, and you jiggled the handle of the only door, praying it would open. It creaked as you slipped inside, your shoes surely creasing when you tiptoed into the living room. From behind the couch, you could see that Stu was still in his kitchen, but he was looking around.
He grinned, cupping his hands around his mouth, “Nobody else’s here, Billy. You don’t gotta sneak into my house, you know that!”
Sighing, you watch him leave the room to wander about the hallways, stopping by the door you had snuck through– and forgot to close. He squinted, looking at the mistake, and back at the living room. Your cheeks burned, adrenaline starting to pump in your veins as he took a few steps closer.
“C’mon, you wanna have a movie marathon? It’s kinda late for that, but whatever. I have plenty of snacks left from the party, and a whole lot more puke!”
Stu turned away at the last second, choosing instead to sprint down into the bathroom. You could hear a muffled, “Gotcha… nope,” over rustling cloth as you crawled on your hands and knees into the kitchen. The freezing tile shocked any distraction from your system, and you stood up, settling into the darkest part of the kitchen. One of your hands held a dull knife, while the other held the little voice changer machine. However, your position left you without visuals on your victim. You were tempted to pull down your hood, but that would be too reckless, especially since he seemed to think you were his dearest friend. Oh, man, he didn’t know what was coming.
“Y’know I love pranks, man, but time’s up,” He probed, leaning on the marbled island, just out of reach.
Stu visibly flinched as he turned around and found you staring at him, the mask’s empty eyes giving nothing away. It took him but a second to recover, yet, and a smile accompanied his wild eyes, “Billy!”
You tilted your head, slowly raising your left hand, “Incorrect.”
He didn’t have time to respond; you lunged. You gripped his collar in a fist and slammed him into the countertop– he winced. Stu tried pushing you back, but it was in vain, your knife already threatening to pierce his throat.
Your full weight was on the man, and he raised his hands in defeat. Stu’s chest rose and fell in hefty patterns; you snickered at his obedience. His head slumped back as you released his shirt, in favor of wrenching your mask off to face him.
“Surprise, Macher.”
Stu chuckled, chewing on his bottom lip, “Didn’t know you were in on it too.”
“In on what– aren’t you scared?” You growled, pressing the knife into the flesh of his neck, but not enough to draw blood.
“Dunno,” his back arched, causing a drop of blood to drip down his shirt, “I think you could’ve done better!”
You flipped him over, slicing a fringe off of your costume to tie his hands with. Your hips were in between his thighs, leaving him trapped, and the robe itself fell on the floor beside its mask. Stu giggled, hoisting up his torso with his elbows.
“It’s payback; you could use some.”
He winced as you pulled his hair, “Hngh, it was Billy’s idea.”
“Don’t act innocent.”
“And what’re you gonna do about it, tough guy?”
You rasped, moving to step back, “Nothing you don’t want; I think the prank’s done enough.”
Stu seemed to freeze, albeit briefly, but he wrapped his ankles around your hips– preventing you from running. Your hands brushed against them, tense, as his shoulders shook.
“I wanna.” A smile laced his tone.
“You sure?”
“I’m pose-itive,” he joked, “get it?”
You wrenched his mouth open, pressing down on his tongue with your thumb, “Shut it.”
He nodded, trying his best to close his lips around your finger. Your other hand trailed down his side, taking its sweet time, before landing on his waist. Saliva still connected your fingers to his mouth as you removed them, all in favor of lifting his hips. Underneath, you unzipped his jeans, taking extra care to avoid giving any friction. When you stepped back to slide them off of Stu, he whined, his hips still chasing your touch. His jeans were thrown aside, and you slid back in your place. You knew he could feel your breath on his neck.
Your crotch ground against his ass, a shiver spreading across his spine. Stu was audibly panting; his head was hanging low and he pushed his hips to meet your thrusts. You hummed, choosing to drag the knife in soft strokes down his back, the cool metal only just piercing his skin. Red oozed in thick droplets out of the wounds, some getting big enough to trickle down his back. The pain seemed to follow it down, as Stu made quite the pathetic noise.
“We’ve barely even gotten started, Macher, and you’re this desperate already?” You teased.
“Mm, show me what ‘cha got!”
You chuckle and suck a bruise onto the back of his neck. From that position, you could hear a groan rumble in his throat, but it wasn’t strong enough to escape. Hm, you could change that. You sunk the edge of your teeth into a different spot, holding on for a second before soothing the bite with your tongue. If the bruise didn’t make what happened obvious, well, this would. Stu would just have to deal with it. Though, you doubt he’d mind.
The knife clattered onto the marble counter after you dropped it, Stu’s thighs twitching, “Where’s the lube?”
Stu didn’t answer, but only whined.
“Use your words, pretty boy.”
His voice shook, trying to form words past used lips, “Bathroom.”
“Louder, I didn’t hear you the first time.”
Stu wiggled against your weight, “C’mon, man– f-fuck, it’s in the bathroom, please!”
You tutted, a cruel grin on your face, “Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
You didn’t need directions, and as soon as you were out of his view, you practically ran there. Hell, you weren’t gonna miss out on this chance, were you? Stu, the eccentric boy that played downright evil pranks on anybody that breathed around him, reduced to a perverted degenerate. Perhaps he was already like that, and you wouldn’t be surprised.
The lube was in a small, portable bottle that was half empty when you found it. Back in the kitchen, you poured the majority of what was left in your palm and fingers. Using just two, for the moment, you spread it over his hole; a finger may have dipped in every once and a while, in the process.
“I wanna, I wanna do it already,” Stu shuddered, his fidgeting acting up again.
A finger eased its way inside, a little too easily, much to your surprise, “Not yet.”
“I really wanna.” Another, just as simply.
“That’s too bad;” you mused, “have you been fingering yourself?”
He bit down on his bottom lip, the taste of iron filling his mouth, “Uhuh, uhuh.”
“To what?”
“Y-you, and me.”
You spread the final bit over your dick, before pressing your hand into the sides of his neck, “You little pervert. Bet you loved getting a glimpse of me in the locker room, yeah?”
“Yeah, yes, yes– oh, shit.” Stu’s little tangent was interrupted by you slamming inside; the sting melted in with pleasure as you brushed his prostate.
Only for a moment did you stop to let him adjust, before pulling out and thrusting again. You found a rhythm, and the counter rubbed against his cock as you continued, smearing precum over the wood. His hands, still bound, scrabbled for anything to hold onto, but in vain. His nails just slid off of the smooth stone, his drool making it even slippier. Stu squeezed his eyes shut, feeling a knot grow in his gut.
He clenched around you, causing you to grunt, “‘M gonna cum, please let me cum, please, please… ah!”
“We’re not done yet,” you hissed, firmly slapping his thigh.
“I can’t hold it, man, I really can’t,” he sobbed out, eyelashes wet from unreleased tears.
A sharp pain on his shoulder burned through any restraint the guy had, the knot unraveling as quickly as it had formed. Stu thrashed, the fringe snapping, and his vision whited out. His brain was all fuzzy; the only thing he could focus on was gripping the edge of the counter. Stu’s face was smushed against the counter, crimson mixing with the white surface. He shivered, eyes heavy, feeling a little floaty when a thick liquid dripped down his thighs. You pulled out of him, rubbing his waist as you did so.
“Good job, Macher. That was one hell of a show you put on, ” you sighed.
“Hhn.”
His body was limp as you turned him over, using the oven towel to start to clean him up, “How’re you feeling?”
Stu finally opened his eyes, using all of his strength to grin up at you, “Dude… that was like, awesome.”
“Pfft, you sound out of it.”
“Eh, what makes you say that? I want a big glass of water!”
You cackled, leaving his side to shuffle through a cabinet full of fancy cups, finally choosing a sturdy looking mug. He grabbed it as soon as it was in arms reach, taking huge gulps from it, like he had been starved. Or, more so dying of thirst.
When he finished, you softly said, “Do you need help getting into bed?”
Stu shrugged, so you took that as a yes. You heaved him over your shoulder, supporting him up the stairs as he giggled the whole way. As you tucked him in, you swore you could hear something from down in the kitchen.
A phone’s ring.
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1-800-TROUBLE
Serial Killer!Suguru Geto x Bimbo!Fem reader
Content: 18+ MDNI!!! Serial killer Geto, Bimbo bunny girl reader, fuckboy victims, blood and homicide mention, implied roofing, knife play, deepthroat, degrading (slut, whore) + praise kink (princess, baby sweetheart, love), daddy kink, Multiple O’s, & Creampie
A/N: Ahhh sorry for the delay my sweet freaks, but I did it and I must say holy shit I’m nasty 💀; AND UM HELLO?? THANK YOU FOR 1.1K?!?!? I seriously cannot find the words to describe how happy and grateful I am for each and every one of you <3. I love you and enjoooy 🖤
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On your way home from a party you take a few wrong turns, and when you try to call your…. Overprotective boyfriend your phone dies before you get the chance to tell him the cross streets, you’re at. With it being late on Halloween night, most of the house porch lights are off your feet continue to carry you down this foreign neighborhood until you hope to see someone could help you. Tears begin to sting your eyes with each street corner you turn, and the nip fall air strips you of any warmth from your cropped puffer jacket Suguru made you wear before you left. You definitely wish you listened when he warned you repeatedly to charge your phone too…
Police sirens are blaring in the far distance from where you originally started which means only one thing… “One of the officers can take me home!” Right…
Trying to follow the sounds to guide you out of the maze of houses you’re lost in. You find a group of men sitting in an open garage, drinking with the tv on in the background. Although you know Suguru told you not to talk to strangers especially when they’re drunk, what other people were around that could possibly help you?
“Excuse me? Hi, I’m like super lost…Can I borrow your phone or a charger please?” Every one of their eyes grazes over your body before meeting your eyes, and of course the man that looks spot on for a Chad speaks up first, “Ooo a sweet bunny girl like you all alone? Need me to come warm you up?” You glance around the garage spotting the space heater near the couch he’s sitting on and a bright smile appears on your face. “It would be nice to get out of the cold while I charge my phone!” You happily skipping inside the garage to sit near the heater and immediately feel so much better now that you're off your feet… Little did you know that with this little interaction…. you won’t be back on your feet anytime soon.
All eyes are on you and you're like an innocent hare unaware of the foxes preying in the tall grass.
“So, you gotta a name sweetheart?” Asked the store-brand version of Derek Shepherd. “Uhh I’m a bunny, duhh?” The men all blink at you before bursting out in a fit of laughter. You don’t understand how that was hilarious, but you’ll take it as a compliment. “Funny and cute… But seriously what’s your real name?”
Hearing that emergency number Suguru always tells you to remember if you're lost coming from the braking news announcement about some house party incident. You focus on the tv and ignore Chad’s questions, “Hey can you turn the tv up? I think I know that number.” The extra quiet man, who remains you of your friend's creepy uncle Lester, turns up the tv and it retells the gruesome murders of the house party that just occurred half an hour ago….
“The next image we show may disturb some viewers…”
Grumbles and tsk scatter among the men around you as they get a glance at the gruesome writings on the wall. You squint your eyes as you notice a similar stamp Suguru uses when he writes you love letters…. Your stomach drops at the thought of someone else using that beautiful stamp for something so… horrifying.
“This message along with a description of the women and the phone number were left at the scene of the crime…” The woman proceeded to describe you from the hair on your head to the holographic boots you’re wearing. The men in the garage are too drunk to realize that you’re exactly what the killer wants, “Please if anyone has any information regarding this woman… please call: 1 (800) 876-8253… That’s 1-800-……TROUBLE… Again, that number is 1-800-876-8253…”
You begin to feel guilty about making Suguru so worried about you that he had to go to the local news to find out where you were. Tears fill your eyes as you quickly try to turn on your phone only to realize that you forgot to plug it in, “Sorry um… I really need to call that number. Can I use one of your phones please?” Chad looks towards you smirking smugly, “Oh sweetness, I’ll let you use my phone only if you put your number in it too.” Your teary eyes brighten as your request is going to be made possible, “Oh thank you soo much.”
Chad hands you his unlocked phone and you begin dialing the number with a bright smile on your face as it rings, “I hope he answers... I know he's so worried.” You don’t notice how Chad’s smirk fades nor the other two men grumbling about how long it’s been since either of them have gotten laid... As you mention a ‘he’ Chad scoffs as soon as the phone is answered, “You got some fucking nerve to be using my phone to talk to another dude… you fuckin’ tease.” You pout as Chad lets his blue balls speak for him and off brand Derek Shepherd snorts as he turns the tv off, watching every unfold between the two of you, “Hold on kay’? You don’t have to be so mean...” You hear heavy breathing on the other side of the phone which pulls your attention back towards your initial plan, “Um Hello? I’m the woman that the lady was talking about on TV? Daddy told me to call this number if I got lost? H-Hello?” A familiar growl is heard before a distorted voice rings through your ear, “Where are you.” The rough demanding voice sends tingles down your spine and your frown quickly turns into a smile of relief that you’ll be able to get home safely. “Uhh let me ask them real quick,” You look between store-brand Derek and Chad like you’re so close to winning the lottery, “Uh what’s the address?” Derek gives you uneasy smile before looking away and Chad holds his hand out asking for his phone back, assuming you thought he’s going to tell the person the address for you. “Oh, he’s gonna tell you for me, here ya go!” As you pass the phone back to Chad, and he gets up and walks into the house...
“Ay don’t bother coming to get the girl or calling this number back. She’s gonna be too busy taking my dick.” Chad says boastfully, “The only dick she’s takes is mine.” The distorted voice says darkly. “Ha not tonight big guy. You can have her back in the morning.” Chad says before ending the conversation…
A few minutes of awkward silence goes by before creepy uncle Lester gets up to shut the garage. Chad comes back to the garage with two beers in hand before handing one over to you and sits back in his spot of the couch, “So did he tell you his way here?” Chad takes a swig of his beer as he glances between Derek and Lester, then gives you tight smiles and nods. “Yeah yeah… might take him a while, so you should get comfortable sweetheart.” With the good news you smile brightly and tap your nails against the glass bottle softly, “You know we never got you name little bunny?” Lester speaks to you for the first time, but his eyes don’t meet yours. He’s too busy undressing what little clothes you had on. “Well neither did you silly! I mean it is Halloween. Do names really matter?” Lester tsk at your response and mutters whatever under his breath as he struggles to open another beer in his drunken state. “Aren’t you gonna drink? Don’t need you wasting our beer and our time.” Chad chimes in with his half full beer in hand, although his words are bitter his tone is sickeningly sweet as if he was speaking to a child.
“Oh! Actually, I don’t drink beer it’s like super gross. You got like a soda or somethin’?” You chuckle as you place the beer on the table. An uncomfortable feeling sets in as the men stare at you. They all exchange looks between each other, but a late night.... An extremely late-night trick or treater knocks at the door before anyone can act or say anything... Derek is the one to get up to answer the door, “Who and the hell let’s their kids out this late...” he grumbles as he walks into the house. Lester grabs your open beer off the table, but Chad warns him not to, “Now now... You shouldn’t drink the lady’s drink. Have some respect dude.” Lester waves him off, but grungily puts your drink back down on the table. “Sooo is that a no to having any soda?” Both men ignore your question and Lester turns the TV back on.
A few minutes go by since Derek went to go answer the door, and just as Chad gets ready to go check the situation, his phone begins to ring with the caller ID being Derek himself, “Dude where the hell did you go?”
“Sorry about your boyfriend, all those muscles didn’t help much.” the distorted voice rings through his ear and chills ran down his spine, and he doesn’t react too kindly to this prank, “Who the hell is this?” Chad spits venomously into the phone. “Why don't you come find out, filthy monkey.” The call ends before he can respond, and Chad being himself isn’t the type to pussy out to any threat... Yet something in the back of his mind is telling him not to go... “Bro let’s go see what’s going on...” Chad taps Lester leg to as he dozes off, “What? Why the hell do I have to go?!” Lester protest, “Don’t be a pussy and get up.” You perk up as they both get up to head inside the house, “Ooo can you get me a soda too!” Lester is the first to head inside the house, and just before Chad follows suit, he turns on his heels towards you with an irritated look, “You’re cute, but dumb as rocks y’know that sweetheart?” You pout and he leaves you in the garage alone.
Ten minutes go by, and a lot of banging and muffled voices are heard from inside the house, but Suguru always tells you not to go digging your nose into other people's business. So, you reach over to grab your phone... which is still dead because the charge itself wasn’t plugged in, “Goddamn it! Guru is definitely pass pissed off by now...” You bend over the back of the couch to plug the charger into the wall.
“Your incompetence never fails you does it Princess?” Suguru’s voice startles you, but his appearance is something straight out of a horror movie alone, “Aww Guru, you scared me! Aww, and you did dress up for Halloween after all! I wish you came to the costume party.” As you ramble on and on, Suguru gives you that same smile he always gives you when you’re so oblivious to the dangerous things around you. He sauntered towards you, luring you deeper into a false sense of security. Not that you would notice any of the rage he was feeling… No, he made sure that you would feel just how angry he was when you’re his good little mindless cock—
“Y/N.” he utters as you continue on about how you wondered about and met the men, he had the pleasure of coming across himself. You’re lost in your own world which isn’t helping you out of the punishment of Suguru’s wrath… only makes it harder and harder for him to fight the need to carve his name into your skin.
“My poor poor little slut. You have no clue how much trouble you are, do you?” You gasp as he grips your hair at the base of your skull, forcing you to strain your neck to look into his darkened eyes, “I-I ‘m sorry you had to go to the news to find me, Guru… I won’t be so... S-so careless next time…” Suguru chuckled humorlessly at your words and his grip tightened causing you to whimper. “It's always next time with you… Next time I tell you to do something you fucking do it. Do you understand that you brainless brat?” You nod slightly which only angers him further, Suguru press the very same blade that took the lives of the people from the party and those disgusting pricks in the next room, “Use your fucking words or I’ll cut that pretty little voice box of yours from your throat.” Tears well up in your eyes as you swallow the fear in your chest, “Y-yes daddy.” you mutter timidly. Suguru’s grip loosens slightly, and he gives you a sadistic smile, “That’s my good girl, now stay very still...” He slowly glides the blade down from your throat to the harness of your costume, you keep your eyes on his as he swiftly cuts the leather fabric like it’s nothing. “You have no idea how many people I’ve killed just for looking at you Princess… How many times have I told you to stay out of trouble, hm?” You look around as you think about each time Suguru has told you and you begin to count each moment on your finger, and he laughs mockingly when you do so. “It’s a rhetorical question, dumb bunny.” You pout confused at his statement. “Soooo was I supposed to repeat the question?” He presses the blade against your cheek with light pressure and he smiles as you stiffen at the sensation, “Let me do all the thinking for you,” Suguru unbuckles his belt with his free hand, he pulls out his throbbing cock from its restraints and you gasp softly at the sight of his cock stands a few inches above your lips, “Open your mouth princess.” without hesitation you open your mouth, relaxing your jaw as he slide his cock down your throat with easy. Pushing your face closer to his pelvis “That’s it princess, just relax don’t think.”
Your eyes roll back as you choke with his thick cock down your throat. You squeeze your thighs together, attempting to gain some sort of friction. Suguru groans out feeling you gag on his cock; he smirks as he glides the blade down the laces holding your corset together cutting away the fabric slowly, causing you to flinch.
You gasp at the stinging sensation when the blade deeper against your skin, “Now did I tell you to move princess?” Suguru scold you as he pulls you off his cock, “I-I’m sorry daddy I just really like this outfit...” He mentally rolls his eyes while caressing your cheek and smiling at you, “Don’t worry about that love. We can always replace materialistic things, but we can’t replace you, so stay still like a good girl.” He brushes he cock against your lips, and you gleefully take his cock down your throat once more.
Gaging and moaning at the feeling, he curses under his breath while gripping your hair into a makeshift ponytail pushing his cock deeper down your throat, “Fuuuck baby— such a good little slut. My good little slut, yeah?” He cuts you free of the suffocating corset letting your breasts breathe freely, your eyes water while you look up at him.
That was just what sent him over the edge of holding back, Suguru sets the blade on the couch and grips the back of your head to pull back slightly leaving the tip his cock resting on your tongue, “Take a deep breath f’me sweetheart, time I fuck your throat properly.” Before you could even take in a complete exhale, Suguru shove his cock back down your throat, fucking it relentlessly without any mercy in sight the sounds of his loud groans fill your ears, “Sh-Shit— y-you fucking attention needing slut. You love pissing me off, don’t you? Showing your ass to all those filthy fuckin’ monkeys.” His harsh words leave a pool of excitement dripping down your thighs and the lack of oxygen you dig your nails into his thighs, desperately needing his cock to fill your cunt.
Suguru grunts as you do so and roughly pulls out of your throat, and a long web connects your swollen lips to his tip. You cough roughly whilst finally taking in a deep inhale, “Daddy please? Please fuck me! Can’t wait anymore please? Ple—” Suguru grabs you by the neck pulling you up to your feet, and your bodysuit falls to the floor. He growls into your ear, and more tears fill your eyes as you squeeze your thighs together tightly, “You’re already crying, and I haven’t even touched you yet.” Suguru chuckles darkly while caressing your wet cheek, “If you’re this much of a mess just from sucking my cock, I can’t wait to ruin your cunt.” You let out a choked moan as his grip slightly tightens around your throat, “P-Please?” Begging him to ruin you just how he wants... With those wet red eyes, tears-stained cheeks, swollen lips...
Suguru’s grip tightens as he pulls you closer to whisper in your ear, “Bend over now.” He releases his grip and picks up the blade once more. You step out the bodysuit completely, placing your knees on the couch with your ass in the air then lowering your upper body down to rest on your forearms. “All soaked just from sucking me off? Or did those monkeys get my slut excited, huh?” Suguru glides the blunt side of the blade against your thigh and hip while spreading your slick slowly with his fingers. Shuddering at his touch and the blade against your skin, “O-Only you daddy! Can only get this wet from your tou— mmn!” You whimper softly as the tips of his fingers tease your clit, deepening the arch in your and his cock twitches at the sight. “Such an eager little bunny aren’t you sweetheart?” Suguru places his knee on the couch behind you while keeping the other on the floor.
He taunts your cunt with his tip making you wiggle and moan, “Keep. Still.” His icy voice kept you still as a statue and from making another sound all together. You’d forgotten about the blade against your skin all together, too excited for his cock being deep in your guts…. He’s still pissed off and he’s not letting you off that easily…
Without warning he bottoms you out, pushing every atom of oxygen from your lungs, “You really thought I’m gonna fuck you because you deserve a treat? Oh no princess.. I’m taking away your privilege of being able to walk freely without every step remaining you that you.. belong… to me..” Suguru bullies your cervix with a few more deep thrusts before pulling out, giving just a few seconds to fill your lungs with air again and he slips back into your cunt while gripping you hair to keep you from running away. “Su-Su!— D-Daddy! Wa— fuuuck!” His cock keeps your brain from calling out any mercy you think he’ll have on you, without realizing you cum around his cock and only broken words and screams can be heard. Suguru pulls you up from the couch and bites on your neck harshly, marking you in the most mundane way he can. Fighting his sadistic needs, “Don’t try to talk your way out of this now Princess. Remember you begged for this, so take it.” He growls in your ear while dancing the blade up from your hip to your navel. Fear and pleasure overwhelms your senses as he continues to fuck you like he absolutely despises you, and taunts you with the sharp object against your skin. “D-Daddy pleeease! Ah a— ‘m sorry!” You cry out while panting heavily and drool begins falling from your lips, yet Suguru ignores your pleas and opts for you muffled screams instead. “Bite.” He brings the handle of the blade to your lips and without question you bite on the handle, muffling your sounds. Suguru stops his movements all together leaving you to throb around his twitching cock buried inside of you, “So you listen when you want to and not when you need to, is that right y/n? Or is it because I fucked the remaining brain cells you have outta ya, you can’t complain now?” Hearing him say your name your rolled back eyes start to focus, and your breathing becomes heavier as he only speaks your name when you’re in the type of trouble where no one and nothing could save you from him…
“Oh don’t worry precious. I’m not gonna hurt you… You’re gonna feel real good. I can promise you that, but you don’t get to stop cumming on my cock until I say you’ve learned your lesson.” Suguru takes his free hand and grabs both your wrist, placing them behind your back, giving your neck a kiss before thrusting inside your cunt at an animalistic speed. Your mind short circuits causing your eyes to roll back and muffled screams to leave your lips, “S-Shit you like when I fuck you like this, don’t you? You love being my little brainless whore.” Suguru’s words are confirmed when you scream as your second orgasm hits you harder than the last, and your body trembles uncontrollably. Suguru groans as you tighten and cream around his cock, leading him to chase his high and he tightens his grip on your neck, pulling your body back against his like you’re his personal fuck toy. “Be a good doll and milk my cock, yeah? I just might forgive you for the trouble you caused.”
In your fucked out state, you do as you’re told and bounce back on Suguru cock, trying to match his pace. “That’s it princess. That’s it— Fuuck~” Suguru shoots his load deep inside your cunt, triggering another orgasm of your own. Drool runs down your chin as you tremble and moan out, Suguru groans in your ear and takes the blade from your lips to kiss you passionately. “D-Do you f-forgive me daddy?” You croak out as you look at him with heavy eyes. His raven hair brushes against your cheek as he whispers, “Oh.. Oh princess….. Not even a little.”
A/N: Somewhere along the way during my….. research I ended listening to Badjhur annnnd I haven’t been the same since.. But anyways! Thank you so much for reading!!! 🖤
tags: @fuyuaika @ykimobessed @smolbeanzzz @bontensbabygirl @euvwia @etherealmaya @macsimagines @hoshigray @biscuitsngravie @tojisbutterfly @bunz-lover also!!! If you don’t see your tag it’s because tumblr wouldn’t let me 😭😭 I promise I haven’t forgotten about you 🥺🖤
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omgg i love ur writing broo it has my giggling, kicking my feet n shi and the fact that u also do fem black readers OMG I LOVE U anyways putting my appreciation aside, what abt nerdy freaky armin (if u havent already ofcc) like u cant tell me that man is FREAKYY (i ❤️ freaks)
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A/N: you are the cutest patoodiest 💗 mwa thank u sweetiepie! and ur absolutely right UR ABSOLUTELY RIGHT!! yk what they say it's alwaysss the quiet nerdy ones!! 🥰
Pairing: ARMIN Arlert x f.reader
Summary: Min's the nerdy valedictorian with a freaky side 🥰
Warnings; 🔞 mdni, SMUT, this isn't fully proofread 👀, sub.Armin/some light dom.Armin, stereotypes (nerd, popular girl), mean reader, dirty talk, public sex (library, during class), facial, handjob (reader giving), oral (reader giving), light humiliation/degradation, bondage (blindfolding, tying hands), mean names (freak, loser), creaming in his pants, hair pulling kink, slapping kink, begging, toys (vibrator), use me kink (or whatever it's called), lmk if i missed some i was in a freaky state of mind while writing lmfao
♪ spice up your life come and get a freak
Min is the quiet blond boy that sits next to you every chance he can get. He follows you like a puppy from class to class, trying his best to interest you — the pretty popular girl of his wet dreams — with every nerdy topic that comes to mind.
Yes he's blabbing your ear off about the importance of maths, but really he's thinking about what what color panties you wear. Do you prefer lace or plain? What's your favorite position? Do you prefer backshots? Missionary? Full Nelson? Mating press?
You wouldn't suspect the school's valedictorian to have such a nasty mind.
He just can't wait 'till you give him a taste. He knows you will 'cause he's been so good to you, always helping you study for tests and even taking notes for you when you're skipping class. He's been such a help.
The first time is his fantasy come true; you jerked him under the desk during a lecture. He shuddered n tried to focus on what the professor was saying, but how could he with your fingers wrapped so tightly around his pulsing cock? :( The poor boy came in his pants and enjoyed every second of it, even when he had to embarrassedly excuse himself after class to 'tend to an emergency'.
He loves when you make his glasses fog up from how hot his face is and how heavy he's breathing. He loves when you make them slide down the bridge of his pretty nose, mouth hanging open while you make out with his cock in the library.
That all started because he asked you "can you k-kiss my cock?"
Now he melts and falls apart, desperately muffling his moans by biting down on his thin textbook. When he's close he grabs a fistful of your hair n tugs your head back, pulling you off his cock with a sloppy pop — starting to jerk himself over your face.
"C-can I cum on your face?" he pants, already deciding that he would regardless of what you say. He had to see his milky white cum painting your face.
"Oh? You're a fucking freak," you giggle sweetly, sending a rush through his body, "Of course you can cum on my face."
He absolutely folds when you call him a freak. He lives for the moments you expose his kinks, too.
Of course he's into bondage, why wouldn't he be 🙄 he loves using a neat silk tie as a blindfold... on himself, not you. He squirms and whines and pleads, "Let me see you, please."
Don't forget to cuff him to your bed and milk him nicely!
If you wanna get him achingly hard and sensitive for you, you gotta degrade him :( call him a freak, call him pathetic, call him a loser, humiliate him for cumming in his pants, tell him he's your toy.
And if you wanna make him cum loads then you should consider indulging in his slapping kink — his hair pulling kink — everything. He just wants the popular girl to pull his hair while she rides his cock like a toy.
"Please please please use me — use my cock like your toy n' call me a loser again. Please! Mmm yes yes yes I'm pathetic for you, Y/n ~ " he has the cutest high pitched moans.
He also begs you to use your vibrating toys on his cock :( <3
Speaking of begging... he is always, always begging. Pawing at your skirt to get your attention, eyes pleading for you to sneak off with your favorite loser so you can squeeze in a quickie before class.
Poor nerdy Armin just wants you to fuck him 'till his glasses slip right off, 'till his cock hurts, 'till you wring him dry of all his cum — is that too much to ask for?
#♥️ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 — アルミン#🔞#mdni#smut#armin smut#armin arlert smut#armin x reader smut#armin arlert x reader smut#armin x fem reader#armin x f reader#armin x reader#armin x y/n#armin x you#aot smut#snk smut#attack on titan smut#aot x reader#snk x reader#attack on titan x reader
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Filthy Joel stuff:
Going absolutely cock-dumb while he's railing you and obv he's gotta say something about it to tease you
pairing: joel miller x f!reader
warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, explicit language, nasty talk, condescending joel but he's got a big dick so it's okay
a/n: been the worst at answering asks. life's been busy but i want to write more so thank you for sending this. sorry it took a million years.
in the two months since you've engaged in a nebulous but exclusive situationship with Jackson's newest arrival, Joel Miller, you've learned a lot about the man. he barely talks to anyone besides Ellie and Tommy (and now, you). he's a great shot and likes to prove it. he's protective, even territorial with you. he sings, softly and sweetly just as you're on the verge of falling asleep.
Joel Miller also notices everything.
you shouldn't complain. it's a good thing. it's how you got into the position you're in: in his bed, sitting on his cock, nearly blacking out.
"Joel," you whine. he's splitting you open.
he laughs. "needy girl. been achin' for it all night, haven't you?"
of course he knew. despite being across the bar playing pool with his brother, Joel could feel your fleeting glances on him all night. he took note that you paid extra attention when he was holding the pool cue. he saw the way your thighs clenched when he slid in the booth next to you. and he definitely caught you salivating at the sight of his fingers wrapped around his beer.
the thing about fucking a man who notices everything is that he learns quickly how to make you go stupid on his dick.
over the past two months you've also learned how behind his stoic facade, Joel Miller is a cocky son of a bitch.
especially when he has you like this. pussy clenched tight around him and eyes rolling back from how good every thrust feels. he's barely started and you're already past complete sentences.
"my pretty little slut can't even think straight, can she? thinkin' about cock all night, then can't think at all when you get what you want."
you can only whimper in response because he's completely right. you fall forward, bracing yourself against his chest. the new angle allows him to fuck you with more force. your mouth hangs open and some drool falls onto his torso. he laughs at you. you huff, eyes welling up with tears. you can't be sure if they're the result of his mockery or how achingly full you feel.
"ah, don't worry honey," he coos. "I got ya'."
his calloused hand cups your chin. you lean into the familiar comfort. his thumb finds your bottom lip and you close your mouth around it. you moan at the taste, but it's not enough. he knows. his thumb is gone and three fingers are shoved between your lips. you gag around him. it makes your pussy so wet the sounds in the room are becoming obscene.
"that's it. just needed to be stuffed full of me."
#joel miller#joel miller smut#joel miller x reader#the last of us#the last of us fic#joel miller drabble#tlou#joel miller x you#joel miller imagine
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You called
Rafe Cameron x reader
Requested by @rafecgf : heey, can you do one with "you came" "you called" pls i need it 😭
Hii thank you so much for the request i love this prompt! Sorry that it took me long to write this but i hope you like this<3
Summary: You get in trouble and call Rafe for help. Luckily your boyfriend is always ready to drop everything for you.
Warnings: swearing, violence
Rocks crunch under my shoes as i walk along the sidewalk. I was just hanging out with my friends at the beach and now I'm walking back home. It's getting late and i check my phone. Rafe is still at that business meeting. My boyfriend and Ward invited some "future partner of Cameron Development" to Tanneyhill. I don't really know what's going on but Rafe told me that it's "an important partnership" and "the next step". He seemed excited so i think it's an important meeting. That's why i haven't texted or disturbed him tonight.
My bikinitop is still a bit wet, but the sun has dried it a little. I put on mini denimshorts before i left the beach and threw on an light button-down. I left the buttons undone, because it's a really warm evening even though the sun is already setting. Two shirtless dudes walk towards me, but before they pass me i see their eyes glance over my body.
"Slut", the brunette guy says to the blond one. They laugh and i spin around.
"Excuse me?" i ask. They turn around smirking.
"Oh i just meant that you're dressed like a fucking hooker", the brunet says. I've seen them at the golf club but i don't know their names. They're not even wearing a shirt and they're accusing me of walking around wearing a bikinitop? I'm too stunned to say anything at first.
"And you're a fucking dick", i say. I turn around again, trying to walk away but suddenly i feel a hand grab my wrist. Panic shoots through me immediately.
"Shut the fuck up. Walking around looking like that you're basically asking for it", the blond says. He is squeezing my wrist tight as i try to loosen his grip. No chance.
"Let go of me", i shout. The blond guy grabs my other wrist too, holding me tighter. The brunet glances over his shoulders quickly and then covers my mouth with his hand.
"Shh shh", he shushes me and i feel tears forming in my eyes. I want to travel back in time and just keep walking when he said that nasty thing about me.
"Okay okay i'm sorry", i say desperately, my voice muffled by his hand.
"You know what we do to bitches who run their mouth at us?" the guy who's covering my mouth says threateningly. His face inches closer to mine as i try to lean away from him.
"M-my boyfriend is on his way here", i cry. That's not true but i'm trying to scare these guys away. The brunet looks at the blonde one. Trying to figure out what to do with me. Please just let me go.
Next thing i do is a fatal mistake. I yank my body, trying to get my wrists free. I manage to escape from the blond one's grip and try to run away. The guys yell and grab my arm. I feel nails digging into my skin. I turn around and see the blond boy holding me tight.
"Just please leave me alone and i won't tell anyone", i cry and plead. I close my eyes shut. I hate that they're touching me, i hate that i'm not home right now, i hate that i ever said anything to them. Suddenly i feel the guys jumping away from me. I open my eyes and see an old man on the other side of the road, looking at us from his frontdoor.
"Fuck, we gotta go", the brunet says and they start running. I look at the man with tears streaming down my cheeks. He looks at me but then goes back inside, closing the door. I don't waste time. I start running as fast as i can, trying to get as far away from those guys as possible. After a while i can't breathe anymore. My chest hurts and i double over, trying to get some air into my lungs. I turn to look behind me. No sign of the guys. I'm nowhere near my house, i ran into the opposite direction. I pull my phone out of my pocket with shaky hands. Rafe's meeting still hasn't ended. I press my eyes shut and close my phone, tears rolling down my cheeks. I don't want to disturb Rafe's meeting, i know how important it is. I take in a shaky breath. I need him, i need to get home, i need to feel safe. I open my phone again and call Rafe with trembling hands.
Rafe's pov:
"I want to thank you again for inviting me to your home", our new business partner says.
"Thank you for wanting to cooperate with Cameron Development", Ward smiles and stands up from his seat for a moment to shake his hand.
"Should we discuss our next project now?" i ask and spread a few papers on the table. Before anyone can answer, my phone starts vibrating in my pocket.
"I'm sorry", i say and grab my phone to silence it. Y/n is calling. I know she knows that i'm having a meeting so she wouldn't call me just for fun. Is she okay?
"I'm so sorry i have to take this", i stand up. I can see my dad looking at me like i'm crazy but i walk to the living room. I answer the call and press the phone to my ear.
"Hi honey are you okay?" i ask. First i don't hear anything on the line, but then i hear her shaky breath.
"I'm sorry for interrupting your meeting Rafe, b-but something happened."
"No don't worry, what's wrong? Are you hurt?" my heartbeat rises. I'm starting to get worried.
"These guys they just- i know it was my fault i shouldn't have said anything- a-and now i'm far away from home and i'm so scared", i can hear her crying.
"Share your location and i'll be right there honey don't worry", i tell her.
"Okay Rafe", she sniffs and the call ends. After a second, she sends me her live location. I grab my car keys and rush back to the dining room.
"I'm so sorry but i have to go now, it's an emergency", i explain.
"But Rafe-", dad doesn't get to finish his sentence when i rush out.
Y/n's pov:
I'm sitting on the edge of the sidewalk when i finally hear a car coming. I lift my head up and see Rafe's car stopping almost right in front of me. Rafe jumps off the car, wearing nice clothes, rushing to me. A wave of relief washes over me when i see his face.
"You came", i say in between sobs and look at him as he kneels down and wraps his arms around me.
"You called", he whispers and hugs me tightly. I cling on to him like he's my anchor, my face glistening with tears. Rafe lifts me up back to my feet, still holding my body close to his. When he lets go of me, he eyes me up and down, searching for any kind of injury.
"Are you hurt?", he asks. I can hear the worry in his voice.
"My arm hurts but i'm fine", i say quietly and he grabs my arm. For a second it reminds me of the guys, grabbing my arm and wrists. But Rafe's touch feels different, it feels familiar. He touches me like he always has; gently and softly. He inspects my arm, stroking the nail marks. His face is filled with sadness and worry.
"Who did this to you?"
We get in the car and Rafe starts it. I put on my seatbelt and untangle my hair with my fingers.
"There is a hairbrush in the glove compartment", Rafe tells me. I open it and grab the hairbrush. Rafe always has everything i need in his car and in his room. That's one thing i love about him; he always thinks about me and buys these things for his car in case i need them.
"What happened?" he asks as we start moving. I sigh.
"These guys walked past me and called me a slut for wearing a bikinitop."
"What? Do you know them?" Rafe frowns.
"No! I mean i've seen them at the golfclub but i don't know their names and i'm pretty sure they don't know me either. But anyways, then i said excuse me and they got mad. They grabbed me and yelled at me and i tried to escape but they got me again and i begged for them to let me go and then finally some old man opened his door and the guys got scared and ran away", i ramble. I feel tears forming in my eyes again.
"A-and i know that i shouldn't have said anything to them i was so dumb i should've just kept walking", i look down as my voice gets quieter with every word, tears falling down my cheeks. Rafe puts his hand on my thigh, stroking it with his thumb.
"Honey i'm so sorry that you had to go through that but it was absolutely not your fault, you gotta understand that okay?" his voice is gentle but strict.
"They had no right to say that thing about you in the first place, and they had no right to hurt and scare you", Rafe keeps talking. I nod.
"I'm sorry for ruining your meeting", i turn my face to look at him.
"You ruined nothing", he gives me a smile.
"You wanna stay with me tonight?" he asks.
"Of course i do", i say quietly, finally breaking into a small smile.
I'm laying on Rafe's bed, wearing comfortable clothes.
"Thank you for coming to get me", i say.
"Of course i did", he says as he looks for the tv remote. He finds it and throws it on the bed. I stand up and walk to him. I put my hand on the back of his neck, lowering his head so i can press my lips to his. He kisses me back, holding my cheek. His other hand is on my back. When i break the kiss, he smiles down at me.
"Okay", Rafe says and pecks my forehead.
"You go lie down and i'll get us some ice cream from downstairs." I sit back on the bed and grab the remote and start to browse for a film to watch.
"You know i love you very much", he says before he leaves. I turn my face from the tv screen and look at his face.
"I know sweetie. I love you too", i smile. He smiles back at me.
"Okay mint chocolate chip or cookie dough?"
"Always cookie dough."
"I'll be right back, you pick a movie", he smiles and leaves. I hear bowls clinking downstairs and i smile. I get comfortable on the bed and pick a funny comedy, feeling safe and at home.
#rafe cameron#rafe cameron x reader#obx#outer banks#obx rafe#rafe cameron fic#rafe cameron imagine#obx x y/n#rafe cameron x y/n#rafe cameron fluff
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Hey! I love your writing so much so I figured I’d send a little request!
Could you doing something like Steve hase always noticed Eddie but Eddie is completely oblivious? With some first kiss/love confession?
OH ANYTIME!!! Thank you :) I am always here for pining and love confessions. The sappier, the better. The more nauseating, the better. The more I want to punch a wall, the better. I hope that happens here for you with this one! - Mickala ❤️
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Steve Harrington’s bisexual awakening was Eddie Munson.
He was 14 years old at summer camp for the last time because “teenagers just don’t go to summer camp, Steven.” Which was ridiculous because it was a summer camp for teenagers, but whatever, not worth arguing with his father about.
Eddie was there, hair longer than most of the other boys, floppy and curly like he was trying to grow it out but didn’t know how to manage it.
If there was anything Steve could do, it was manage hair.
So he walked up to him and offered to show him his routine.
Eddie laughed, honest to god tears falling from his eyes as he slapped his leg.
Steve just stared at him, not used to being laughed at, only with.
But Eddie seemed to sense that he was serious, so he calmed down, but kept a small smile on his face.
“Thanks man, but I can’t afford the shit you do. I just gotta deal with it.”
“I mean, you can have mine at the end of camp if you want. I’ll just buy more.”
Which felt like the right thing to say, but Eddie just looked down at the ground and shook his head.
“Nah. Don’t really need your charity, dude.”
He walked away before Steve could explain it wasn’t charity, he just really like his curls and wanted him to take care of them.
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It was hard not to notice Eddie at school. He made sure he was noticed.
Everyone said it was because he was a “fairy” and thrived off the attention, even when he was getting beat up.
One particularly nasty rumor said he liked being beat up.
So when 15 year old Steve heard all this, he obviously knew he couldn’t ever say a damn thing about himself or any interaction he’d had with Eddie.
Which was really just the one time he’d accidentally insulted him.
His hair was longer now, just past his chin. The curls looked a bit better, though Steve could tell he didn’t use any type of conditioner, and he tried not to let that bother him.
He watched him though, secretly, when he could get away with it. In the halls or the cafeteria was easiest since he could always say he was staring at a girl if someone asked.
The way he just always walked with his head high, his confidence unlike anything Steve had seen from anyone that wasn’t a jock, made Steve’s stomach flutter.
He heard Carol say “confidence is sexy” enough times to start believing it was true, and that was before he watched Eddie strut around the school like he wasn’t constantly being thrown insults.
He watched as Eddie formed his own little ragtag group of friends, all outcasts because of one thing or another, only building his confidence more.
He watched as Eddie started driving a beat up van to school, making a name for himself as the guy who would sell liquor out of the back on Fridays.
People still teased him, still beat him up, but they were giving him money for liquor for their house parties left and right.
Steve watched.
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Nancy was amazing, everything Steve wanted and everything his parents wanted.
She was going to have an incredible future, and encouraged Steve to work hard to have one too.
He loved her. He did.
But he still watched Eddie.
Eddie who was standing on tables in the cafeteria, giving speeches that honestly, weren’t that dramatic. Maybe if he was anyone else, people would actually listen.
Eddie who started dealing weed in the woods behind school a few days a week, admitting the liquor thing wasn’t for him when he saw how many idiot kids still got behind the wheel to drive home after the parties he supplied.
Eddie who was unapologetically himself in all the ways Steve wished he could be.
Nancy was beautiful, she was smart, she was determined.
But Eddie was like a forest fire, a small spark that ignited with just a small fan of the flame, his best qualities hidden behind the smoke.
And Steve wanted to burn.
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Steve graduated. Eddie didn’t.
He didn’t get into college, so his dad made him get a summer job.
Eddie didn’t really hang out at the mall, wasn’t really his scene, but he did come into Scoops occasionally, and apparently only when Steve worked.
His coworker, Robin, rolled her eyes when Steve insisted on scooping his ice cream into the cone, ringing him out at the register, and watching him walk out.
“Are you poisoning him slowly or something? Are you planning on doing something stupid? What’s happening?”
He never told her anything, just shrugged in response.
Until the Russians. Until their stupid truth serum made him spill his guts literally and figuratively in the mall bathroom.
Robin listened as he talked about every moment, every look, every doubt he ever had about his feelings. About how he loved Nancy, he did, but she would never be the one he thought of first when someone talked about a future, about love, about a life.
Robin listened as he cried, sobbed really, explained how he knew it would never happen, but it didn’t stop him from wanting.
She listened until she couldn’t anymore.
“Steve, you’re not alone in this okay? I’m…You know Tammy?”
“Thompson?” He sniffled, finally looking up at Robin.
“Yeah. I’ve had a crush on her for like, two years.”
“What? Really?”
“Yeah.”
“But why her? She’s kind of awful.”
Robin laughed, a real laugh, not a drug-induced one.
“Yeah, but she’s also kind of not.”
Steve nodded.
“I know what you mean.”
They were trauma bonded, sure, but they were also just bonded through life’s fucked up ways of bringing people with similar qualities and interests together.
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If Steve knew the next time he saw Eddie Munson would be when he was wanted for murder, a small part of him actually may have believed you.
Not because he thought Eddie was actually a murderer, but more because he knew what the town thought of him, and would have expected nothing less in the face of the unexplainable.
The three-time senior was kind of fucked if they didn’t figure this out, looking at a lifetime in prison for a murder he didn’t commit.
Steve focused on thinking about that anytime his mind wandered to how Eddie held a broken bottle to his neck, his other hand pushing him back, his leg between Steve’s to keep him there.
Robin pinched him when she could see his mind starting to drift. She was the best.
And as they worked to figure things out, and fight their way through Vecna’s curse, Steve managed to have actual conversations with Eddie.
They weren’t really ever completely alone, no one was while they were figuring things out and making a plan, but they still managed to talk.
It was enough for Steve. Enough to know he could maybe be friends with him when this was over and done. Maybe go to his graduation, maybe help him leave the town that was ready to burn him at the stake.
He didn’t expect it to be it. To be all he got.
So when he saw Dustin sobbing over a bloody body, he didn’t waste time. He had Nancy put pressure on the worst of the wounds, made Robin get Dustin out, he needs to go, started begging, pleading quietly with Eddie to just survive.
“You can’t let the fire burn out yet, idiot. Not now, not like this.”
Nancy didn’t acknowledge what he was saying, but he knew she knew.
He was tearing his shirt into pieces, makeshift bandages the only option for holding him together as Steve found a way to carry him to the trailer and through the gate.
It wasn’t easy, but nothing about any of their Upside Down trauma had been, and Eddie was worth it.
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Steve waited hours.
Then he waited days.
When a week had gone by, Wayne pulled him into a hug and practically begged him to go home and get some rest.
“Our boy will wake up and we wanna look our best when he does, right?”
He couldn’t really argue with Wayne, not when he’d let him sit by Eddie’s bed with him for days.
He didn’t tell Wayne about his feelings, didn’t really know if Wayne was a safe person to tell, but he figured Wayne knew anyway.
When he managed to sleep for a few hours in his own bed, shower in his own bathroom, and eat an actual cooked meal, he found his way back to Eddie’s room. The nurses no longer paid any attention once Owens and his government buddies cleared Eddie’s name.
He walked into the same scene he’d watched for a week now; Eddie asleep, hooked up to more machines that any human should have to, chest rising and falling slowly.
But Wayne hadn’t made it back yet, hopefully getting more sleep than Steve had been able to.
So he took the chair closest to Eddie’s head, gently brushing some of his hair from his face and reaching down to hold his hand.
Even like this, bruises and scars littering his body and face, he was beautiful.
His fire was still burning, Steve could see it.
He managed to fall asleep like that, holding Eddie’s less injured hand in his, head on the bed against his leg.
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A hand in his hair woke him up.
Expecting it to be Wayne or Robin, he blinked his eyes open and slowly sat up, ready for another long day of waiting.
But it wasn’t Wayne or Robin.
“Eddie!”
Steve resisted throwing himself at him, knowing he would be in pain, but he let his hands hover over him to show he wanted to.
“Hey Stevie.”
God, his voice was so nice. It was like actual music to his ears. He never wanted to go so long without hearing it again.
“How long have you been awake? Do you need the nurse? Pain meds? Where is the pain?”
Eddie chuckled quietly, small smile visible under his oxygen mask.
“I don’t really know but the pain is everywhere.”
“Shit, okay. Let me go get someone. I don’t even know who’s on shift right now. I don’t know how long I slept.”
“Stevie.”
“Yeah?”
“Calm down.”
Steve let out a disbelieving laugh, barely more than a huff of air.
“You almost died, Eddie! And you’re hurting. I almost-” Steve choked on a wet sob, his throat closing up as tears flooded his eyes.
“You didn’t though. You saved me. I’m here right?”
Eddie’s voice was barely above a whisper, and it clearly pained him to even talk, but he was doing it for Steve.
Steve suddenly realized there was far too much space between them, that if he wasn’t feeling the heat of Eddie’s flames against his skin, he couldn’t convince himself he was still alight.
He gently sat on the edge of the bed, taking Eddie’s hand back in his own.
“I almost didn’t make it in time. You were so pale, Eds. So bloody.”
“But you did. You made it.”
Steve took a shaky breath.
He knew he needed to say it. He needed to tell Eddie why he did everything he could to save him, why he hasn’t left his side except at Wayne’s insistence, why he was panicking so much now.
Eddie squeezed his hand.
“Stevie, you think I didn’t see you watching me? I started to think you were gonna kill me sometimes with how often you just stared at me.” Eddie took a few breaths, closing his eyes as he focused on what he wanted to say and not the pain. “I figured it out there. After Nancy. That’s why I came to Scoops so much. Loved that little outfit.”
Eddie was smirking at him and Steve let out a snort.
“I hated that thing. Robin did too.”
“Don’t think I didn’t notice that Robin never helped me when I came in either. It was always you.”
Steve couldn’t look at him, not while he was being seen so clearly.
“And all this? With the monsters and crazy people in this town trying to kill me? But you were the quickest to believe me. The one making sure I wasn’t going crazy. And then the one who got me out of there alive, even though I didn’t think there was any way I would.”
“Why didn’t you stick to the plan? You could’ve escaped with Dustin, been safe.”
“Because the world couldn’t lose Steve Harrington.”
“It couldn’t lose Eddie Munson, either.”
Eddie shook his head.
“I think you’re the only one who feels that way.”
“Really? You think Dustin could have handled losing you? Or Mike? He’s a shit, but he cares. And me? How was I supposed to?”
“Steve…”
“No! You don’t get to decide that you don’t matter to people. Everyone loves you and everyone would have been devastated to lose you. Wayne’s been sitting in this stupid plastic chair for a week waiting for you to wake up. You think he would have been okay with losing you?”
“Eventually, yeah.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“I’ve heard.”
Steve shook his head.
“How do you not see how much people love you?”
“I could ask you the same thing.”
Steve didn’t quite know what to say to that. It’s not that he believed he was expendable, it’s just that if it came down to someone having to die, he’d rather it be him. Not to play hero, but because picturing anyone else dying was too much to bear.
“You’re loved, too. Every single one of those kids love you like a brother. Robin would probably marry you if you had boobs. I was willing to die to keep you safe, Steve. How can you not see it?”
“It wasn’t just me.”
“No. I wanted all of you to be safe. But I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t the thought of you dying that made me cut the rope.”
“Why?”
“Because I watched you, too. All the time. I did things for your attention. I thought that was obvious.”
Steve shook his head. No way he was telling the truth. He constantly ranted about the popular kids, about how much he hated them and everything they represented. The hierarchy of high school continued into life and he wanted no part of it.
Eddie groaned as he adjusted a bit in the bed.
“I may need to continue this later, Stevie.”
“Yeah. Yeah, of course. Let me get the nurse,” Steve muttered as he got up.
The nurse bustled in only a minute later, followed by Steve, who thought through the entire conversation he just had with Eddie.
Did Eddie…like him?
No way. He couldn’t possibly like Steve. He hated the whole King Steve thing. He’d said so multiple times over the years.
But so did Steve.
He zoned out while the nurse asked Eddie questions and checked his vitals, thinking back to all the times he’d been watching Eddie in school.
How almost every time, Eddie had already been watching him.
How Eddie’s theatrics always waited until Steve was in the same room.
How Eddie glared at Nancy, even when she was helping him.
Steve watched as the nurse put a new bag on his IV pole, explaining to him that this would be a morphine drip that would probably knock him out for another 12-24 hours.
He watched Eddie nod along, past the point of caring what was happening and just wanting the pain to stop.
The nurse finally left, and Steve didn’t wait.
He walked over to the bed, leaning over Eddie.
“You are an idiot,” Steve said, leaning in closer to his lips, grateful that the nurse had removed the oxygen mask and replaced it with a small nasal cannula.
“Am I?’ Eddie asked with a smirk, the lids of his eyes slowly getting heavier.
“Yeah. And I can’t believe I love an idiot so much.”
Eddie’s eyes widened for a second before they started to close again.
“You gonna kiss the idiot or make him fall asleep without one?”
Steve rolled his eyes, but leaned in to place a soft kiss on Eddie’s dry and cracked lips.
Eddie smiled into it, but didn’t seem to have the energy to kiss back right now.
Steve pulled away and rested his forehead against Eddie’s, gently, like he would break if he put too much of himself against him.
“You owe me a good one when you’re not high on morphine, deal?”
“Mhm. Deal, sweetheart.”
Steve blushed at the name, but Eddie’s eyes were closed.
Wayne walked in only a few minutes later, eyes wide.
“The nurse said he was awake?”
Steve nodded from his spot in the chair, Eddie’s hand in his, fond smile on his face.
“Yeah, she gave him morphine so he can rest some more.”
“Good,” Wayne visibly relaxed. “He tell you he’s in love with you yet or do I have to keep waitin’?”
“Well, not in so many words, but, kinda.”
“And you? You told him?”
“I called him an idiot.”
“Close enough.”
Steve laughed. It felt so good to laugh.
Eddie’s fire had spread quickly, the smoke clearing away just enough to let Steve be engulfed in his flames.
Steve was burning, and it was everything he hoped it would be.
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#robin buckley#wayne munson#steve pining after eddie is maybe my favorite trope actually#some time skips to show steve's pining over the years#i got carried away a bit#what else is new#hope this makes sense#my brain is barely functioning
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i cannot stop thinking about dbf!joel x humiliation kink and him wanting everyone to see what a whore you are for him 😫 screaming without the s
(A/N: This one really got away from me, I couldn't stop writing so I hope I did this justice!)
“Joel, please I didn’t know there would be so many guys here, honest. I thought it was just you and Tommy and maybe a few more.” You begged as he was storming off to his work truck, your arm in his hand and the lunch you made him in the other. It was true, you didn’t think there’d be that many guys there working. It was another location your dad had going but he never worked at this one, so you figured you’d bring Joel some lunch; in the tightest shirt you could find in your closet. Your breasts stretched the fabric so you could see your nipples ever so slightly. “Joel stop it, this is ridiculous!” You yelled as you sat on the tailgate of the truck. “No, you listen to me and listen to me good, little girl” he started. “What’s ridiculous is you showin' up here, in that shirt, lookin’ like some kinda whore.” he spat towards you, the anger lacing his tone as he pushed between your dangling legs to stand close to you.
You’d never seen Joel this angry before. Sure, he hated the way you showed your thongs every time you wore them, the short skirts that were mere inches away from showing your ass, but this was enough for him. “Do you have to dress like I don’t give you enough attention, baby doll? Why do you fuckin do this to me. Now I’m gonna have to work with those assholes the rest of the day, knowin’ damn well all they’re thinkin about is your tits bein on display for the fuckin world! Do you like gettin’ me this mad so I’ll fuck you stupid?” he sternly says as he never looks away from your eyes, and cocks his head at his question.
Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest seeing how worked up he was. All the excitement flooded to the apex of your thighs. “I-I’m sorry I didn’t think-” He cut you off and grabbed your throat, pulling you close “That’s the fucking problem, sweetheart. You didn’t think. I know you’re a smart girl, so why do you act so fucking dumb sometimes?” Joel placed a small kiss along your jaw, tightening his grip on you. His free hand slid down your loose shorts, running his finger along the middle of your wet panties. “You’re such a nasty girl for me, sweetheart. What part got you wet? Hm? Was it when I called you a whore, baby doll? Was it when I called you fucking stupid for wearing that?” Between each sentence he kissed your neck, sucking the skin roughly until it formed a dark red spot.
“Should I show all these people how much of a whore you are jus’ for me?” Joel let go of your throat and pushed your panties to the side, instantly plunging a finger inside your soaking wet entrance. You sucked in sharply and looked up at the man standing between your legs with a smirk on his face. “Stay quiet baby doll, you don’t want any of them hearing you getting your pretty pussy played with, do you? Well, you probably do considering your outfit.” You couldn’t even form a sentence. He had you right where he wanted you, caught off guard at the fact he was willing to do this in public and strung out on lust. “Take your shorts off, now.” he mumbled against your hair as he pressed his lips against your head. You didn’t think he’d be this ballsy to fuck you in public, but the way his truck was backed into a corner against some bushes, he knew no one could see what he was about to do.
He pushed you face down across the tailgate and undid his pants as he held your panties to the side, slipping his hard cock out from behind the jean fabric. “Look at your pussy just drippin’ down your thighs sweet girl. You love gettin me so pissed off I gotta fuck you on my lunchbreak don’t you, fuckin slut.” He ran the head of his cock between your slippery folds, giving your clit a few taps before he shoved himself inside you. He wasted no more time with you, his hips ramming into your ass as his hand pinned your arm against your back. You’re silently thanking the other men working there for turning their music back on, otherwise they’d hear the faint sounds of your skin clapping together along with your moans.
“J-Joel please, m’gonna cum. Just like that baby, jus like that” you whimpered into the palm of your hand and he roughly grabbed your hair, bending your body so you were against his chest. “If you cum I will not fuck you again for a week, do you hear me? This isn’t for you baby doll. This is for me.” He let go of you, giving you a hard slap on your ass. His attempt to intimidate you didn’t work, it only made you get wetter if that was even possible. Your legs shook and you clenched around his hard cock, trying your best not to cum. The tears of pleasure pricking your eyes as he rammed into you harder and his grunts got louder as he pulled out, cumming all over your ass. You could still feel your clit throbbing, your body wanting to come undone so badly. His panting came to a stop as collected himself, milking every last drop from his cock. he shoved himself back inside his jeans before he pulled out his rag from his back pocket to wipe you off. Joel was gentle now, carefully cleaning you up and putting your panties back into place and your shorts back on you.
You sat up and leaned against the tailgate, a hot tear falling down your cheek that had some dirt on it. He reached up, brushing his thumb over the dirt spot softly as he said, “Stop your cryin’ darlin’. I’ll be over tonight to take care of ya.” Your head dropped and you looked at your dirt covered shirt, nipples covered now by whatever was on his truck. “Look at me, baby” he muttered and tilted your head up to look at him. “What” you asked quietly, not wanting to leave him now. “Don’t pout now, you needed me to show them how much of a whore you are for me, baby doll. Now go.” He kissed you goodbye and gave you a firm pat on the ass as you walked away. He wiped his hands off with his rag as he yelled at you, “Miss you already sweet pea!” Your eyes have never rolled faster until that moment. Fuck you, Joel Miller, you thought to yourself.
When you brought him lunch the next day, he sat in a chair with his hands folded behind his head as he watched you walk up to him wearing one of his shirts that was not tight or short in the slightest. The marks he left on your neck were on full display for every guy there to see. He grinned at feeling like he won this time, but you weren’t done with this. You pretended to drop your phone and bent over to pick it up, exposing the skin tight shorts that your ass was spilling out of the bottom. A few whistles came from around the site, and he sighed deeply, his face in his hands. Now it was your turn to have a shitty grin on your face.
#dbf! joel smut#dbf!joel miller#dbf! joel miller x humiliation#joel miller x reader#dbf!joel#joel miller smut#joel tlou#pedro pascal#the last of us#joel miller#joel miller x you#joel miller drabble#dbf! joel x f!reader#joel miller x f!reader
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We all know Toji got a NASTY ASS MOUTH…
So that brings me to of course —-Toji x Female Reader
Warnings- MINORS DO NOT INTERACT NSFW-(dirty talk and etc, Yk what I’m talking about, other than that I don’t wanna spoil it of course)
Author’s Note- This is my first time writing, also still figuring out this app but yeah stay tuned. Mercy bc this also my first time writing smut.
“That’s it, such a good girl f’r me hmm?” He coos, readjusting his grip on your hair to push your head down just a little more. Enticing small gags and whines from you while he works your mouth.
The view from his perspective was nothing but lewd. His cute little girlfriend, down on her knees with flushed tear-stained cheeks, the spit and pre-cum running down your chin from taking his dick down your throat. What he loved most was that look you gave him, so innocent and pleading. Your watery eyes just begging him to keep going. Like he could ever say no to that.
“Such a pretty little mess” he says pulling you off him by your hair, string of spit connecting your mouth to him. He tilts your head up forcing you to meet his gaze.“And all of it just for me right?” You nod, almost shamefully but who cares? You were too blissed out to even worry about how desperate you looked right now. Any thoughts were long forgotten as you meet his gaze while he lets go of your hair only to run his hand across your bottom lip, all puffy and glossy from his use of your mouth. You can see his dick get impossibly harder. “Gonna make me cum on that pretty face if you keep looking at me like that, ” You whine earning a deep chuckle from him. He pushes his thumb in your mouth ,pressing down on your tongue making you to salivate even more
“C’mon doll, stick that tongue out f’r me” And you’re more than happy to oblige. He stands up letting go of your hair to grab the base of his dick, only to slap the tip on your tongue 3 times. A common occurrence for him whenever he’s teasing you. He’s almost too desperate for that, but when you’re being so good and pliant, looking so pretty under him. He can’t help himself. When you lean forward to bring him back in your mouth when he grabs your chin “Nah, you gotta tell me what you want pretty. If not I can’t help ya ”
You meet his eyes again, you almost wanna be a brat and ignore his command, but the man had you wrapped around his finger. Your pussy was just begging for attention , clenching around nothing and your clit pulsing in your panties. Which were now completely ruined, you were so wet that the fabric was sticking to you. So with that sweet look of desperation you pleaded him anyways “Please Toji, wanna make you feel good” those teary eyes just asking for more “pretty please?” And you knew how crazy begging drove Toji. Your thighs rubbed together while your hips moved on their own. He lets go of your hair putting his hands on his sides “Aww, princess you make me feel good ?” He said mockingly, and boy did his voice turn you on, that silky deep tone he used on you was so sweet and laced with lust.
“Mhmmm” you mewl and before you can say anything else, he’s already manhandling you, standing you up then pushing you back onto the couch that he was previously sitting on. He grabs your thighs, dragging you down to the very edge only for him to get on his knees between your now spread thighs. “Fuck”He lets out a low curse rubbing your thighs and smirking at the sight of your soiled panties. “So wet and all this just from letting you suck it??” He chuckles “you really do like me using you huh doll?” He taps your clit with his middle finger causing your resolve to break even more and before you can respond he’s already pulling your panties off and watching your slick stick to the fabric. “Ahhh fuck it” He says just like that he starts sucking on your clit, grazing his teeth over the sensitive bud. Pulling off only to spit on your pussy and bring his thumb to start rubbing circles in your clit. “Look at my pretty pussy, so needy today isn’t it?”
“Toji ple-“ your cut off by a rough spank to your clit and with a deep laugh he mutters “Oh, you don’t even know what I have in store for you pretty”
And boy were you ready to find out
#toji smut#jujutsu toji#toji fushiguro#toji x reader#toji x you#jujutsu kaisen toji#toji x y/n#jjk toji#toji zenin#smut#jjk#writing#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jjk x you#jjk season 2#jujutsu kaisen
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˖⁺｡˚⋆˙✧⋆ THESE THINGS
philip graves x gothic!reader
wrote as afab,but gn implied 🖤
Implied that reader is tall(ish?) (5’8-5’9)
warnings; mild flirting, graves stares a few times, mention of boobs??? being mean to graves. literally just silly arguing that turns into fluff🗿drinking(alchohol), masturbation(fem! And male!) ‘enemies to lovers’ trope, mutual pining
graves lives in your apartment complex; and does whatever he can to annoy you.
note;as someone who has been/is in the goth scene this was so fun to write 🥹🥹 writers block is stopping so much from happening so if I don’t get much content out I’m sorry
Ever since you moved in, he’d had an issue with you.
At first, it started out as small, simple things to tick you off; wether it be playing his music explicitly loud enough for you to hear through the thin walls of the apartment nextdoor, or giving you nasty glances as you walked past him in the foyer,Philip never looked pleased to be around you.
It turned mutual after a while, if he condescendingly asked you how your day was when walking past? A snarky comment, a snicker or a mean glare, waving him off, even knocking on his door and running away in the middle of the night.
So when you were stood in the foyer, pressing the button of the lift and held his arm brush over yours, you cocked a brow, the sleeves of his button up-dressshirt rolled up, jeans hanging antagonisingly low on his hips, belt keeping them up, his face a sour scowl—brows furrowed.
‘Morrninng, Philip.’
You said with a mockingly kind tone, a snarky smirk on your lips, the name falling from your lips like a curse.
“Evenin’,
Didn’t expect to see you here, thought you would’ve been at work..
Then again, I don’t think anyone would hire someone of your..
Nevermind.”
His accent was piercing, almost like nails on a chalkboard—southern blabbering.
A humble grin rose at the corners of his lips, looking down at you;studying you, ghostly pale skin adorned with jewellery, long legs holding you upright,heavy—cold eyes, full lips naturally forming into a frown, thick lashes patting again your cheek, black hair dangling by your shoulders,thick liner smudging against your lids, piercings cluttering your face,breasts smushing together inside that tight little bra of—
‘Elaborate?’
Your quick retort pulled him from his thoughts, watching as he brushed a strand of sandy, blonde hair from his tanned face.
“Do I need to?”
Philip said, giving you a quick glance up and down.
“Your face has more holes thanna’ brothel, for a start.”
He said nonchalantly, watching as the lift arrived before stepping inside, hands hidden in his jean pockets as he watched you slide in beside him.
“Nobody’ wants to hire someone like you.”
‘Shame.’
The ding of the elevator alerted you both, stepping out as you parted ways, giving him a grumble.
A little drink couldn’t hurt.
That’s what your friends had convinced you, dragging you to their night out, just bar hopping.
It did hurt, though. Especially when you seen his ugly, smug face standing at the end of the pooltable, group of men gathered around him, talking and drinking.
Philip was staring right at you, eyes narrowed as you visibly frowned and quickly turned to stand at the bar, crossing your arms and leaning on the aged wood, lacy black dress riding up your thigh.
“You clean up nicely, gotta say.”
‘Mhm.’
You nodded, taking a sip from your glass carelessly, causing Graves to grumble, running his tongue over his teeth, looking at you.
“Didn’t know you could leave your house.”
‘I can, just don’t wanna.’
His brows knitted together, resting against the aged wood of the bars counter.
“Let me buy you a drink.”
‘Funny, if you’re gonna drug me, do it in a less obvious manner.”
“Course not, you’d probably be immune anyways seeing as..”
You scoffed, kicking his calf and earning a snigger from the man across, almost towering over him in your boots.
‘I’d watch what you say, Mister.Graves.’
“Mhm.”
Once he’d ordered your drink and handed it to you, you took short sips, glancing at him from the corner of his eye as she trudged off, pint in his own hands; thick, calloused fingers tightening around the full glass— control yourself.
“Oh—fuck!”
A short gasp left your lips, slowly inching the dildo inside your wet cunny, long fingers moving down to massage quick circles against your puffy clit, eyes closed tightly.
Feeling the long silicone drag in and out of your pussies walls, it was exhilarating, back arching as pleas and begs fell from your lips.
‘oh—oh Phil!”
‘shit!’
‘hahaaaaahhh..—keep going!’
Soon enough, Graves had heard his ear pressed against his bedroom wall, listening to your pleas and cries—his name falling from your lips desperately, his hand eagerly dipping into his boxers, stroking his semi-hard cock, pretty pink tip leaking precum.
“Christ..Y/n—goddamnit..”
“Dirty whore…”
Feeling your orgasm approach, you rubbed clit with a desperate speed, almost screaming as you squirted along your sheets—sliding the dildo out of your pretty cunnie, slick with your squirt.
Unfortunately, for Graves—he was left blueballed that night, whimpering and whispering as he attempted to jerk off; but to no avail.
Asshole.
“Will you go out with me?”
His sudden voice as you opened the door caused you to short circuit, eyeliner smudged from previous attempts of makeup, looking down at him with lips agape, glancing right at him, bouquet of purple flowers in his hands, hair gelled and a cocky smirk on his lips.
“Got purple, didn’t have any black ones.”
“Is it a Yes?”
‘…I’ll think about it, come in for some tea?”
#Spotify#rushed but it’s okay#könig x reader#ghost x reader#soap mactavish x reader#graves fluff#philip graves x reader#graves x you#philip graves#graves cod#graves x reader
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Love at first sight ❤️
Shigaraki x quirkless fem chubby reader smut.
A/N: I know this was fast but I miss writing fanfics and miss posting content, I know this fanfic isn't proofread but I hope y'all enjoy some nasty time with shiggy and reader being horny and in love🤣🤤🤤
Waring: creampie + unprotected sex + smut with no plot + possessive creepy reader and shigaraki + size difference 🤭💕
The first time you fall in love was when you first saw him.. on a news where villains attacking UA and you shouldn't fallen in love with the league leader tomura shigaraki.
It's starting off little things like getting screenshots of him saved in your phone to you masturbating over the thought of you wanted him to have his way with you.
You mewl and moan out his name and stare at his face for hours. Your wet fingers sliding in and out fast, heavy sighs. Fill with heart eyes over a criminal who could easily destroy you within seconds.
But you didn't care, you didn't care how anyone reacted to this and your strange behavior. To the point you found out the location, after many months of tracking where they at. It's was pretty easy to find tomura at a sketchy broken down bar.
It's the middle of the night, you carefully pic lock the door trying to sneak in.
You felt a large staple hand on the back of your neck as you freeze up, how the fuck did someone already found you?!? you're were silence.
" what the hell are you doing here pretty little thing? " your eyes turn to the left to meet with bright blue eyes staring at you.
The man forcefully push you up against the door.
" I ask you a question… you don't wanna get burn to crisp now you gotta speak doll. " you start to panic, breathing heavily as the man sigh with disappointed.
" alright… since you don't wanna speak how about I just.. " no warning, he remove you from the door, his long arm wrapped around your body as you try to escape but it's no used.
He open the door and you were greeted by all the villains and your eyes were fill of love the moments you caught eyes with your lover.
He's was sitting on the stool with a nice cold drink with him. But you soon realized this is a mistake you can easily get murdered by the villains.
" awww dabi, I didn't know you had girlfriend. " a blonde haired girl skip to you as she show her pointy fangs.
" can I drink your blood? " Dabi roll his eyes at her and said.
" shut up crazy, we're have other one trying to break in.. " now everyone stare at you with confused and it's was harder to read since they had blank stare.
Shigaraki was puzzle by this as he slowly gets up come towards you as dabi removed his arms.
" why did you break in? Are you dumb?? " his eyes narrow at you harshly, he grabbed you by the neck as you were lifting up from the ground.
" or are you a spy hero trying to break in? " you grab his wrist as you quickly shake your head no. Shigaraki's grip was loosen up but he still didn't want you to ran away.
" I'm in love with you tomura shigaraki, I love how beautiful you look and I always finger myself to your photos for hours. " you started to babbling and rambling on and on in details you are loved with him.
Everything went silent the moment you were talking as you finish your rambling, dabi started to laugh like a mad man, holding his belly while a other man was mocking you.
You started to feel uneasy and having doubts.
Tomura rise his other hand up to silent everyone once it's was quiet tomua look at you with a wide smirk, your knees melts in seconds, it's the first time you seen him smile.
"I'm taking you to my room." it's surprised everyone and yourself, you're more surprised that he's didn't kill you off after you say some unsettling things that anyone would ran away from you.
"kurogiri don't let's anyone disturb us." You saw dabi's reaction to this and it was so priceless, you wish you had camera to take it.
Tomura had you in his arms as he walk to his room, he open the door and slammed it shutted as he stare at you.
" are you saying all of that true my little pet? " tomura carass your face, you can see him fill with lust, you could bearly see his crimson eyes. Pure black hue.
Your smile match with his." Yes my love!! I mean everything and I want you to myself.. I-... " You start to get jealous that there women in the bar.
" I don't want anyone touching what mine! " you pouting angry but tomura coo at you softly as he gently caress your lips with his thumb.
" aww you're so fucking cute. " your eyes follow his hands as it travels south, you watch his hand slid in your pants while he grabbed your hand to his pants too.
" go on touch it, it's yours and this is my pussy right? " you nodded your head fast, you know anyone would be screaming, scared and just calling out for help but not you.
You let's a strange man carass your cunt while you grabbed his hard manhood.
" please I wanna taste it, I want you to fuck me already shigaraki~!! " tomura groan at your begging such an obedience girl.
"mhmm fuck… I can't take this." You got confused when he remove both his hands from you, you felt relieve quickly when he started pull your clothes off fast.
You help out too by removing his clothes, he push you down, face down ass up.
You felt his hands being very touchy by grabbing and pinching your juicy butt.
" holy fuck.. " you turn your head to see him in total awe, he looks so starstruck by your beauty, it's was boosting your ego.
You cry out, feeling a sharp pain in your lower abdomen, tomura towers over your small curvy body as he start to bite your shoulder harsh.
His hips wouldn't stop, your eyes rolled back and drooling falling down. His thick cock hitting your cervix harder and faster, you can feel yourself melting and holding the sheets for dear life.
You didn't want this to stop, it's feel amazing, losing your virginity to your first love is the best feeling you ever felt.
" kiss me baby please~.. " you turn to him, the kissing was soft and tender, his lips were a bit chappie but you really enjoyed it.
It's like lovers finally meeting as one.
Tomura pull away, quickly grab you and throw you on the bed.
Shigaraki didn't waste time as he slides inside your tight walls, he wanted to see your fucked out expression.
It's working, your face was the most beautiful thing he ever seen, he love to destroy everything and anyone but at this moment he felt peaceful, he felt calm.
He groan out fast realized he was reaching his end, he was pulling out until you wrapped your legs around his hips. Pulling him closer to you.
" please…. Cum inside me shigaraki!! Ahh I'm yours, I-.. " you put your hands on his cheek as you sigh softly.
" I want a family with you and stay together ahh fuck please~!! " that what broke him, he reach his end, his thick heavy semen hits your walls, filling you up.
You coo at him, pulling him closer, your arms around his neck as you giving him extra love by kiss him all over. You can feel his juice slowly sliding down your other hole.
You sigh heavy, you're going to be sore in the morning but you didn't care, you want more.
Tomura coo at you, pulling you close as he whispered in your ear.
" you want a family? Don't worry about it princess. "
Tomura move away to look at you.
" gotta go for rounds to get you pregnant. " he give you a cheeky wink, pulling your legs to chest, you can't wait to be a mom.
#mha#bnha#minors dni#shigaraki tomura#x reader#fanfic#smut#chubby reader#tomura shigaraki x plus size reader#tomura shigaraki x reader smut#possessive
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You deserve it.
Keith Powers x BLACK!FEM!reader
WARNINGS: rough sex, orgasm denial, SUB!keith, DOM!reader, overstimulation, no protection(wrap it df up, abortions are expensive), light choking, short, no plot.
Ps. I cannot see this man dominating me like idk lmfao. Also I said I wanted to see more fics where the males are submissive so imma be the one to get the ball REALLY rollin! This only the beginning of the nasty shit I be writing but I gotta test the waters first lmfao.
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“Can I please cum?” He begged, his brown freckled face stained with warm tears from the immense pain and pleasure he had endured for the passed 30 minutes. His hips were bucking weakly, and his thighs were burning with tire as he fought off the urge to cum all over the woman’s hands. She had him kneeling in between her legs on their shared bed with his arms restrained behind his back, forcing him to get the pleasure of staring at her wet pussy, but not being able to touch or taste as she jerked his dick at any pace she pleased.
She felt his dick twitch twice in her hand, making her slow down her strokes and focus on the base of his dick, moving her hand up and down, but avoiding his tip to make sure he didn’t bust before she wanted him to. “Don’t you dare. Don’t you fuckin’ cum yet” she spoke in a dominant tone. Though the way she reiterated her demands were aggressive, but all he heard was the sounds of his erratic breathing in his ears. the grip she had around his dick told him not to fuck with her, and do what she said. He complied. That grip told him she definitely meant what she said too. He only replied back in whimpers, his bruised hips attempting to back away from the woman’s movements. “Stop moving” she demanded, shifting herself to sit up and grab the boy by his throat, gripping tightly.
This could have been enough to make him bust all over her, staining her navy blue thong with loads of his essence, but he knew there would be hell to pay if he chose to let loose just yet. With a slacked jaw, he attempted to stop running from the overstimulation, but every time her fingers grazed over his sensitive tip, he couldn’t help but to groan out loud, pulling at the belt that bound his hands and arms behind his back.
She loved seeing him this way. All the work she put in to break him into the sub he should have been from the start, he deserved everything she gave him for being so damn difficult. To be fair, he had never thought he’d be in this position. Kneeling before someone who had considered herself superior as she did what she wanted to him, whether it pleasured him or not was up to her. He had his moments where he wanted to take control for once and fight back, but he’d always end up on the bottom again.
But what could he say? The woman was persuasive, and she maneuvered like a camouflaged snake, smooth and seamless. She was baby oil slick. She was so convincing that she could probably sell water to a fish, or maybe venom to a cobra.
“You wanna cum?”
“Yes, ma’am! Please…” he shouted, his voice going back down to a whisper as it cracked from lack of moisture in his throat. he swallowed and took a deep breath, bracing himself.
“You can’t, baby” she shook her head and pouted.
“I want to”
“You can’t” she cooed.
He threw his head backwards and whined, his abs tightening as he fought off his release. “Please? please, lemme cum? I promise I’ll do whatever else you want me to do” He begged, his demeanor gradually softening. he felt humiliated by how he’d have to ask to do things other men would willingly do without asking their partner. Some wouldn’t even care if their lovers finished after the fact.
Keith, on the other hand, didn’t have that privilege. If she didn’t finish, then neither did he. If he finishes and she doesn’t, then she’ll keep going till she does, and maybe even long after that if she feels like it.
“You said that last time. That’s not enough” she shook her head.
“Please, please, please!” he begged and whined, his head jerking and throwing back with every electrifying touch.
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“You love this pussy, baby?”
“I love this pussy” his low lidded eyes sparkled at the sight of her.
“You fuckin’ love this pussy” she moaned, nodding.
“I fuckin love this pussy” He repeats before his jaw drops and his head falls back into the pillows. She rode him like a wild stallion, her hips wildly bucking and swiveling on top of him. He had tears in his eyes, threatening to spill onto his cheeks once again.
“You like it when I use you, baby? Huh?”
“Yes” he struggled to say through clenched teeth, her hands now back on his throat, restricting him from normal airflow. Her head tilted slightly with a look forming on her face, showing disapproval. His response was informal.
“Yes what?” she pressed, purposely clenching her pussy around him tighter just to see the look on his face.
“Yes—yes ma’am” he breathed, trying with all his might to not touch the woman. His hands were untied by now and all he wanted to do was burry himself inside of her with his own pace that wasn’t aimed to tease.
“Yeah, you love it when I use you like the slut you are, hm?”
He nods, his eyes rolling back into his skull as his chest reached for the heavens, his back arched as far as it would go. He gripped the sheets with his hands, the veins in his fists becoming more prominent. He felt like his soul was being pulled directly out of his body. He had never felt a more exhilarating sensation in any of his prior relationships.
“Go ahead and cum, baby. I feel it. You deserve it” his face was hopeful, lighting up with those words repeating in his head.
“I deserve it?” He asks for reassurance, not fully believing it wasn’t a trick since she loved to play with his feelings, and often.
“You deserve it”
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Just Wait in the Truck (Rip Wheeler x Dutton! Reader
Based on the song "Just Wait in the Truck" by HARDY
Yellowstone Taglist
Warnings: mention of abusive relationship (not with Rip), gun violence, death (let me know if I missed one)
A/n: this is my first time writing for Rip or anyone in Yellowstone. I just started season 2
Word count: 744
Rip’s PoV
I was driving through town, heading back to the ranch for the night. There was a nasty storm out and I could barely see 10 feet in front of the truck. I had just made it to the outskirts of town when something had me hitting the brakes. Someone was walking along the side of the road. I threw the truck in reverse and carefully backed up.
It was a girl. Shit, it was Yn. I reached over and opened the passenger door for her. She looked terrified.
“Climb in.” I said gently, trying not to scare her any more than she clearly was.
She got in and sat silently. She had bruises appearing along her arms and her face and her nose was bleeding slightly still. Her shirt had a tear in it and blood stained it in a few spots but I couldn’t tell if it was all hers.
“What happened?” I asked.
“What do you think?” She said quietly, before turning to look at me, “Please don’t tell my dad. I don’t need him worrying about me.”
I gave her a single nod before putting the truck in drive but keeping my foot on the break as I looked at her.
“Where is he?” I asked.
She told me his address and I started driving that way. The rain had soaked through her clothes and she was shivering, so I carefully reached behind her seat to grab the jacket I had tossed back there before handing it to her. She took it and covered herself up with it, tucking her knees to her chest trying to make herself as small as possible.
When we pulled up to his trailer I put the truck in park before grabbing my pistol. The rain had let up a little and I opened the door and got out.
“Wait in the truck.” I told her.
She looked at me, the fear had returned to her eyes slightly.
“What are you going to do?” She asked, though, I knew she knew the answer.
I took a deep breath and sighed, “Just wait in the truck.”
With that, I shut the door and made my way up the steps to his front door. I banged on his door. Nothing. I did it again. Nothing. So I kicked it down and walked in. He was sitting in a beat-up, old recliner with a bottle of whiskey hanging from his hand.
“What the hell man?” He slurred his words as he yelled at me.
“What’d you do to her?” I asked.
I didn’t hide the fact that I had a pistol in my hand, I didn’t need to. But the moment he saw it he was reaching for his rifle. Before he even got to it, I raised my gun and shot him. His body fell with a thud. I took my phone out and got some backup to come and help me with the body so I could get Yn home. I stepped over his limp body and into his kitchen, over to his fridge. I grabbed two beers before leaving and going back to the truck.
Reader’s PoV
I heard the gunshot from inside and flinched. It felt like years passed as I watched the door waiting to see who walked out. A breath of relief fell from my lips as I saw Rip walking out. He came around the other side and climbed back into the truck. He didn’t say anything just offered me a beer he had clearly stolen.
“Gotta wait for help to come.” He said and I knew what he meant.
I took the bottle from him and opened it.
“Thank you.” I said, though it wasn’t for the beer.
He nodded.
Not too long later, headlights pulled up behind us. It was my brother Kayce. He got out and so did Rip. I stayed where I was.
Rip’s PoV
“Is she okay?” Kayce asked.
“Bruised and bloody. I didn’t load her down with questions. Give her time.” I said.
He nodded and glanced into my truck to check on his sister, “Did she see anything?”
I shook my head, “I told her to wait in the truck.”
“Good. Get her home. Take care of her, Rip. We’ll handle this.” He said.
“Yes, sir.” I tilted my hat at him before getting back into the driver’s seat of the truck.
I looked over to Yn, “Come on, let’s get you home.”
Rip Wheeler Taglist:
#yellowstone#rip wheeler#rip x reader#rip x dutton! reader#rip wheeler x reader#rip wheeler x dutton! reader
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This may be specific but I also think it would be kind of cute
Okay so Eyeless Jack x reader who is like pretty intimidating looking and always keeps a stoic expression on and also really tall
Then he gets to know them and it's like "Oh you're not scary, just ✨️traumatised✨️" because they only show emotions to those they trust
Like they will glare at someone who said something mean then be all lovey dovey to Jack but still a little reserved cause they're still new to the whole "wow someone actually loves me"
Could you make 2 versions? One being platonic and the other being romantic (also reader just straight up denying that Jack is insecure cause how could he? He's the definition of perfection in their eyes)
Eyeless Jack x stoic!reader whos sweet to him (?)
i must admit it took me a little while to think of some ideas for this prompt, my apologies for the delay </3 i also wasnt too sure what to title this TToTT
but regardless i hope you enjoy this! even through the struggle for ideas, i gotta admit, this idea is adorable esp since i personally write jack to be more self loathing
mainly written as platonic but there is a segment at the end for romantic hcs ! easier than to write two separate full fledged sections!
uhuh light CW for implied SH on ejs part since the admin thinks that while jack is slowly descending into his whole.. demon thing hes physically and mentally fighting with himself to remain lucid; nothing explicitly written but id rather be safe than sorry
honestly i think it might take him a good hot minute to really let you treat him like hes deserving of anything more than a scowl, especially if he sees how you act around other people... because why him, of all people? there are people better for you
yet he doesnt stop you from coming to his cabin in the woods, he doesnt stop you from doing some work around the place so its safer and more habitable for him, he doesnt stop you from patching up his clothing and washing them. why doesnt he stop you? he knows he doesnt deserve it...
he almost hates the way you look at him sometimes, if you look at him with pity. like hes some lost dog needing someone to take care of him
he doesnt need help, hes been doing this whole thing by himself for a long time now and he hasnt needed anyone
and yet
he doesnt push you away when you go in to clean his face after a particularly nasty fight with himself
you even run a warm bath for him
its been so long since hes been warm
i like to think that he tries to seek you out when you dont come to visit him for a few days.. did something happen to you? were you hurt? sick? did someone do something to you? did you move away? where did you go...?
wont ever admit it but i think hes at least a little starved for a connection, sure hes a hermit and he was already closed off before he started turning into this man eating monster, but deep down he still has his human roots in there kicking, and humans thrive on connections... in the truest sense, he needs you. not sexually or carnally or romantically, he just needs someone to talk to him to keep him from going truly mad
finds himself thinking about you more than hed like to admit, even if he doesnt have any romantic feelings for you hes going to beat himself up. he came here to his silly little cabin in the woods to get away from people for everyones sake; only coming out when he needs to 'hunt'
its like befriending a stray cat, i think. they hiss and swipe at first but overtime they try to cuddle up to you if you give them enough time to build up that trust
admin likes to think he has pointed ears, and i think that they would twitch a little if he sees a smile forming on your face...
as for romantics....
i think he would look at where you walked off to, to go home... longing, almost daring himself to go after you or say something because he cant stand spending another night alone in the woods
leaves you gifts, anonymously, but leaving them none the less. if you ask if he was the one who left them hes not going to admit it, you can imply that you know it was him, but he will hold firm in his denial
building off of the ear idea, he totally gives himself away when he starts blushing... he looks like the type to have his blush reach his ears... not too mention the flicks dont make it any less discrete,,,
even he doesnt notice it, but he tries to make excuses for you to stay around longer during hang out sessions, stopping just short of offering to watch the grass grow
i think this would feed into his self loathing, though. in my eyes, jack was dragged into a human sacrifice unwillingly and unknowingly. his life was robbed away from him, he was robbed of ever having a normal life with you... you deserve better, he thinks. very heavy shit, you know? i think it leads to his mental state being even worse than before
god i had intentions of going into this with fluff but this just came out angstier than my middle school ocs TToTT
#creepypasta x reader#creepypasta x you#eyeless jack x reader#eyeless jack x you#eyeless jack headcanon#eyeless jack imagine#creepypasta headcanon#creepypasta imagine
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“I’m telling you, Chay! You gotta download this dating sim! It’s so fucking cute!” Ohm scrolls a bit and shoves his phone in Chay’s face. “Look at him!” An angry, but very hot man in a full suit and pony tail is on Ohm’s screen.
Chay bats Ohm’s phone away. “Why do you even play those games?”
“Oh, please. You would eat this shit up. Between that nasty stuff you’re writing instead of taking notes and the spank bank you have on your wall- OW!”
Chay nudges Ohm again. “Keep your voice down!” Chay leans in, whispering furiously. “Writing about WIK is private. This is a stupid social media game.”
“You used to play dating sims all the time!”
“Yeah! And then I realized real dating is nothing like a video game!”
Ohm sends him a referral code. “Come on, give it a shot. It’s fun. And it’s not like you’ve got any dates lined up.”
“Ugh, Ooohhhhm.”
“Just click on the link and make an account! So I can get the coins! Then you can delete it.”
“Fine, but not now. I’m busy.”
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Later that same night, Chay receives a text from Ohm, reminding him yet again to make an account for A Ravishing Romance!, the newest and hottest dating sim on the market.
According to the lore, the player is the protagonist who is visited by Nya, a “cat tamer” who whisks the player away to a secret island, The Meowland Marshes, where cat boys are running rampant. The protagonist has to romance each catboy, cat girl, or cat-person (depending on the settings the player chooses) and prepare them for the Adoption Party that’s happening in a week. If the protagonist fails to romance all the catboys in time, the Adoption Party doesn’t happen, and the Meowland Marshes are lost to the antagonists, the Kittjinn, evil spirits trying to take the catboys and make them their personal minions. If the player successfully dates all the catboys, brings them to the Adoption Party, gets all of them “adopted,” then the player successfully wins the game, and they get to choose the catboy they want to adopt.
The game sounds so bad that it could be good.
There’s a free version and a very adult version for some money.
Chay is not going to spend 400 baht on a dating sim. But the coins are important to Ohm, so he downloads the free version, starts up the app, makes his gender neutral character named WIK, and begins the prologue to the game.
The game…. Is really something.
Nya, the catboy who’s going to narrate the game, is a blue-haired, pale skinned, lean looking man with a black crop top, choker, tight leather pants, and blue jewelry and accents. Anndddd he’s sporting the whole cat ears and tail and teeth thing. After explaining the prologue (Nya picked you, the protagonist, out of the other 8 billion people on earth because you wrote the most Kudos!’d catboy fanfic on Database of Our Own), Nya whisks you away to Meowland Marshes.
There, Nya basically traps Chay’s character in an apartment and tells him he has a week to romance all five catboys on the Marsh. Nya gives you a weird looking whistle that attaches to your phone; blow on it, and you can call Nya for help, access the catboys you’ve already romanced, or take yourself to the Pawwwn Shoppe, where you can buy treats, outfits, catnip, leashes, and other weird cat (and kinky) stuff to lure the boys.
Chay clicks on one of the grasslands first because allegedly, one of the catboys is there.
Whisked away to the grassland, Chay encounters his first cat boy. He’s dark haired, wearing a white button up that is definitely not anywhere close to being buttoned up, with some maroon pants. He has his maroon blazer hanging on his shoulder, and his tail is up and ears relaxed.
“Hey there. Did you happen to find a watch here?” the cat boy asks.
The game gives Chay two options:
“Uh, no. Sorry dude.”
“No, but I can definitely help you look for it!”
Chay sighs. He needs to find at least three catboys to reveal the rest of the map and to get Ohm his bonus coins. He clicks on the second option.
“Oh, thank you! I was being chased by some rabid dogs, but I think I dropped it somewhere. I can’t leave it behind. It’s like a collar.”
*You and the catboy look around the tall grass. He captures three mice, scratches behind his ear, meows in a pained voice before you find the watch.*
The catboy goes from sad to elated. Now Chay can see his thick forearms as he punches the air. Pink hearts erupt on the screen. “Thank you! You’re a really nice person! This watch means a lot to me. But since you were so kind, I’ll let you have it.”
The game gives Chay two options:
“No thank you! I have a phone that tells time already. I’d love your number though! ;) ”
“Aw, that’s so sweet of you. I’ll cherish it forever, Mr…?”
Chay rolls his eyes and clicks the first option.
The catboy goes from elated to coy, his thick eyebrows raised. “Wow, you work fast. My name is Kinn, but I’m not that easy. Come back tomorrow and I’ll think about answering when you call.”
The screen lights up and Chay’s character’s phone rings. Chay clicks it, and now Kinn’s number is there. There are three options: CALL, TEXT, ASK ON DATE, and all three of them won’t be available until tomorrow.
Chay sighs. He opens the map and finds another location: a spa. Why would cats go to a spa? No idea, but this game makes so little sense to Chay, that he just clicks on it anyways. The sooner he finishes these first quests, the sooner he can delete the game.
A high pitched musical note signals that Chay’s character has landed in the spa. There, he finds another cat, but this one has a mischievous grin on his face. His ears are twisted back, like he’s ready to pounce on Chay’s little character. The only weird thing is that his legs are in the water… his fully clothed legs.
“Aren’t cats supposed to be afraid of water?” Chay muses. He clicks on the catboy.
“Ah, did you bring me my red wine?”
The game gives Chay two options:
“No, but I have these extra large condoms and some harnesses if you really wanna relax.”
“No, but you shouldn’t drink. It’s only 1PM.”
Chay clicks the second option. The catboy goes from passive to annoyed, a little vein popping out.
“Who cares what time it is? I’m at the spa! Go find me a glass of wine and put it under my tab: Vegas.”
A sad face pops up on the screen. Apparently, Chay has met Vegas the Catboy, but hasn’t secured his number. So Chay must try again tomorrow.
“That’s irritating,” Chay sighs.
The final place that’s open to explore on the Meowland Marshes is the park. Chay clicks there and the same high pitched sound transports him there.
On a bench, surrounded by flowers and bushes, another catboy sits, with a guitar.
Chay’s jaw drops.
This catboy looks suspiciously like WIK. As in, real life singer WIK who’s currently promoting his second album on a sold out tour. The catboy is wearing a gray t-shirt and light-washed jeans, and lots of silver jewelry. His hair is longer towards the back, and his ears and tail are slightly droopy. He has a notebook next to him on the bench.
Clearly, the game developer is keeping up with the times.
Chay clicks on the catboy.
“Oh. Hello. Am I making too much noise?”
The game gives Chay two options:
“No, you sound great!”
“No, but you sound stuck. Want some help?”
Imagine helping WIK with writing a song? Chay thinks. Only in his dreams. He clicks on the second option.
The cat boy’s tail perks up immediately. “You write music too? That’s great. Can you tell me how this sounds?”
Suddenly, a really slow guitar starts to play. The tune is melancholy and sweet at the same time.
Sort of like WIK’s music.
When the tune plays, the catboy says: “What do you think?”
The game gives Chay two options:
“It’s perfect! Don’t change anything!”
“It’s really good, but maybe change…” *give basic music advice.*
Chay laughs. He clicks the second option.
The catboy’s face changes to a soft smile. Pink hearts fill up the screen, which didn’t happen for the other two catboys. “Wow, that’s good advice. I should get lessons from you. Do you come to the park often?”
The game gives Chay two options:
“Yeah, I love smelling the flowers. How about you?”
“Yeah, I love birdwatching. How about you?”
Chay clicks the first option.
More pink hearts fill the screen. The catboy’s smile gets even bigger and the guitar goes from his lap onto the bench. “Me too. I hate being at home, so I stroll through the park a lot. And flowers feel good when I touch the petals. I wish I could rub my face in them.” The cat boy goes from smiling to shy. “My name is Kim, by the way. What’s your favorite kind of flower?”
The game gives Chay two options:
“Uh, I don’t know the names, but the pink ones?”
*take a pink flower from the bush and put it in Kim’s hair.* “You.”
For shits and giggles, Chay hits the second option.
Red hearts appear on the screen while Kim the Cat boy blushes and touches the pink flower in his hair. “That…” There’s nothing else on the screen before the game gives Chay another two options:
“You look pretty like this.”
“I want to spend my life with you.”
Chay clicks the second option.
Suddenly, Chay’s phone becomes warm. Then hot. The app goes black and his phone shuts down, but now it’s burning in his hands. With a yelp, Chay drops his phone, and a silvery white beam erupts from it, blinding him. A strange breeze sweeps up the papers off his desk, and it picks up speed as Chay covers his eyes and feels his shirt billow against the gusts of wind.
There’s a loud thud, a soft groan.
Chay uncovers his eyes as the light dims.
A man in a gray shirt and light wash jeans is heaped onto the floor. With a flower in his hair.
Not a man.
A cat boy.
Chay feels faint as the man-cat-boy hybrid stands up and dusts off his pants. “Your life… with me?” as if Kim is continuing the same conversation from the game.
Chay can hardly breathe. “What the fuck is going on?” he whispers.
Still looking shy, Kim the man-cat-boy hybrid repositions the flower carefully. “I think it’s too soon to move in with each other. Maybe we can…” He looks up towards Chay. “I’m hungry. Do you… do you want to go get some noodles?”
#personal#my fics#myfics#lmao hi shou#this was fun to write#KimChay#KimPorchay#DatingSimAU#Shou-jpeg#ask#answered#i'm so sorry i'm so srryus#long post#no i did not play hunnie pop and mystic messenger obsessively what do you mean???#There's a Shugo Chara easter egg here for any magical girl girlies#Dawn's Ficlets
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Call for Submissions: The Self-Love Tournament 🎉👨❤️💋👨👩❤️💋👩
Be it alternate universes or freak transporter accidents, a witch's curse or timeline shenanigans, one thing that's fascinated scifi and geek fan culture for ages, especially on this hellsite, has been the prospect of meeting yourself.
And also.
What if you then did the dirty.
To honor this glorious tradition, I'm assembling a tournament that pairs the sexiest of tumblrmen with themselves, and then pits them against each other. We'll determine, once and for all, the selfcest champion.
Automatically included are some of the greats (and my personal favorites). Feel free to include them in submissions so I can curate lists of aliases/start collecting propaganda
The Onceler (from The Lorax movie)
Loki (from Marvel/the Loki tv show)
Ice King (from Adventure Time/Fionna and Cake)
Kira Nerys (from Star Trek: Deep Space Nine)
Dave Strider (from Homestuck)
The Doctor (from Doctor Who)
Sans (from Undertale)
England (from Hetalia)
Submissions
I'll try to prioritize characters with more submissions or more impassioned propaganda, so keep that in mind when submitting
+ Ground Rules:
I reserve the right to exclude any characters or fandoms from the bracket (to be fair, the most hated usually get voted off quickly anyway). For example, I decided to exclude a MCYT character, as their player is not comfortable with certain fandom behavior, and there's significant overlap between the character and creator. I'm not here to shame you, but I don't want to amplify something that sexually objectifies a real person beyond their stated boundaries.
Feel free to vote on whatever criteria you see fit! I try to prioritize iconic ✨ examples, ones that have had large impacts on Tumblr history, and any personal blorbos 💖
(NEW 9/20) I did say whatever criteria, but I do feel like I should address hate-voting. I'm not going to forbid it, but I ask that you consider if you really do hate the character/fandom that much. For example, Oncelercest isn't my cup of tea by any means, but man.... you gotta hand it to him.....
I love passionate (and even sometimes violent) propaganda, but do NOT bully anyone or send targeted threats. If it's getting nasty out there, I might use my judgement to adjust this rule, but I hope I won't have to.
Please feel free to spread this submission list! Tagging some of my inspirations: @ao3topshipsbracket @who-do-i-know-this-man @stop-spreading-this-poll @masked-character-competition @bestadaptationtournament @ultimate-anime-tournament @unlikely-adversaries-bracket @top-fictional-unhinged-women @mosthomoeroticenemies @bestfictionaldivorce @controversial-blorbo-bracket @tournament-winners-tournament @the-most-character-i-ever-saw :)
From my end, I really appreciated how @controversial-blorbo-bracket ran their tournament, so I'll try to follow their lead: be open and transparent, give people who are writing propaganda the benefit of the doubt where possible, and try to take passionate takes in stride.
(NEW 9/24) Constructive crit or feedback in good faith is appreciated! I want to make this a space for celebration of fandom
#selfcest tournament#tournament poll#character tournament#tournament#polls#selfcest#onceler#oncelercest#loki#marvel#fionna and cake#winter king#kira nerys#ds9#doctor who#tenth doctor#tentoo#undertale#sans#hetalia#long post
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