#Tw: light smut
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✦ ˚ your hot psycho course mate ★⋆. ࿐࿔
𐙚 light blackmails reader (she knows a little about kira) into doing his bidding with the death note -_- college au [21+]
* ✦ . nsfw cw: DARK CONTENT non consent: reader is blackmailed → dubious consent: she enjoys it. threat, murder, oral, toy use; clit clamp, ring gag. overstimulation, squirting ˚ . *
He's your snobby stuck up college course mate and there's nothing about him that you like. He's a smug fucking bastard and you wish he'd stop staring at you in class.
Luck isn't on your side, since he gets you to himself when you're paired into a group project together. Typical, that you get put with this creep.
He manages to lure you back to his place because it's bigger and more comfortable than your small single apartment.
And that's when he first shows you it...
A black book...
It looks simple enough, but when he pulls it out of the drawer you start to shiver and he tells you what he could do to you... if you disobeyed him.
"What the fuck are you talking about," you knew he was weird, but this is too much, "Light?"
"Get on your knees"
He gives you a smirk like he expects you to do what he says. He knows you will sooner or later.
But you laugh and scoff.
"What?"
Your laughter turns nervous when he just keeps staring and you stutter something about needing to leave. But his left hand circles around your wrist in a bruising grip and his right finds a pen.
"Stay still"
The TV is on. Some stupid talk show.
He scribes something down on the white lined paper. A name, in immaculate handwriting.
He's finished. Time goes slack.
"Watch"
He takes your chin between his fingers and points your face towards the screen.
He studies his watch.
"Now"
Your eyes are glued to the TV. Your lip starts to tremble and you see one of the talk show contestants start to convulse. His whole body shakes, he chokes out a few terrible noises and collapses right there on the set.
The entire TV station descends into chaos and the channel abruptly goes blank.
"See?"
It's him, it's really him. Kira is real. And he's in your class. Undetected... A normal student???
"No-"
There's nothing normal about him.
Your eyes blink up to meet his hollow glare and you slowly shake your head, terrified.
"Come here," his hand slithers up your arm and rests on your shoulder- the one he knows you hurt in netball practice the other week- and he squeezes. You wince and he pulls you closer.
"Say no again, pretty girl"
You didn't.
And when he touched you, god, all you could think about was how good it felt...
Your pleasure points... Your pain... He controls it all...
And you succumb to his touch until your wrists are bound to his bedframe, your eyes are bleary from it all and you momentarily lose sight of him.
"Light?"
You call out like you need him.
His body looms over you. He removed his shirt and pants. He stripped you bare.
He has something in his hand.
"What's that.."
He hushes you and slips something cold and hard in your mouth. It feels like a circle. Your mouth is forced open. You can still breathe.
You gasp and he lets out a sinister chuckle.
Then attaches a toy to your clit.
"Oo-wh--"
You can't talk.
"Don't worry it'll feel good."
It clamps onto you hard and starts buzzing.
The vibrations are so intense your eyes well up with fresh tears of overstimulation and he watches your legs twitch and your hips buck with a painfully hard orgasm. You can't control it. Liquid starts spilling out of you and the mattress feels unbearably wet. Your arms tug at the ropes and you let out some cute weak noises from the confines of your ring gag.
"Haha, wow, you look cute when you squirt" he finally takes his boxers off and shows you what he's packing...
"Uh-" your efforts to back away only get him harder.
He approaches you and climbs over your body, pressing his knees either side of your shoulders and he slaps your face with his dick.
"You can't say no, remember?"
You're not in a position to say no.
Do you even want to?
Your mouth gapes and you start drooling, the vibrations continue and you feel like you're about to cum again. Your eyes flutter back and he calls you a good little slut before sinking his cock through the metal ring and over your wet tongue.
He gets himself off with your mouth but you can barely suck him due to the compromising metal ring. Your saliva drips everywhere; down your chin, over your neck, and he starts using your throat.
He hums with pleasure when you gag and everything gets a bit dirty and hot and you swear you've never been so turned on in your life.
He finally takes his cock out and releases you from the gag...
The first words that spill out of your mouth leave you shocked. But he's not surprised at all.
Just amused.
"Light- fuck-- fuck me??"
Your thighs are holding onto the clit clamp so tight he can barely open your legs.
But when he manages to spread them and finds the mess you've made... your juice so slick and dripping in filthy strings from your thighs...
"Oh," he lets out a moan, "good girl"
His praise and that expression on his face make him look so... hot. Your body shudders at the thought of finding him so attractive but he coaxes out a few more whimpered noises to the tune of begging and he slides his cock through your mess.
"Now, aren't you so glad we played this little game?"
A game of blackmail and murder.
You nod slowly and he tells you how pretty you look. Your pussy starts throbbing and sucking him in and, with the vibrator still on full power, he sinks in and you cum over his cock instantly.
"Finally got something to cum around, huh. Feel good, angel?"
You nod and he fucks you stupid.
You can't stop asking him for more and he gives you exactly what you want.
He gets everything he needs and more and he thinks this could be quite a nice arrangement.
Now, after college, you get yourselves into a little routine and, even after your group project is finished, you make a habit of getting fucked by your hot psycho course mate.
#light yagami smut#light yagami x reader#light x reader#light yagami death note#yagami light#death note smut#death note fanfiction#deathnote#tw: death#tw: murder#tw: noncon#tw: dubcon
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some nsfw-ish hcs? imagines ? for Death Note characters. minors don't read please.
tw: possible OOC, monsterfucking (with ryuk ofc), Light is a brat and a bit submissive , mention of spanking, L is a massive virgin, slight manipulation.
Someone really needs to grab Light by his hair and just spank him so hard that his bottom half will be red, and it's so painful to sit :(. Don't think that's what he usually lets anyone do; I don't even think he will even consider giving permission to do this to someone he loves or considers a tiny bit equal to him. This man only understands fear, and when he knows that he is cornered and actually has to appear submissive and play dumb to save his life, he will cooperate and bite his lip hard enough till it bleeds so he won't let any pathetic sound out. He's embarrassed and humiliated, and he totally doesn't like it. You would only be lucky if you are really strong and fit, also smarter than him. take away his little Death Note away and.. what else can he do? Don't bother to stop even if you slap him until he cries, he deserves it, and it will be harder to stop once you feel his small dick pressing against your thigh once you bend him over your lap.
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L is a pervert. And a weirdo. Weird pervert. And he can't take care of yourself at all. Without Watari he would die, I believe. Imagine yourself being some sort of second assistant for L along with Watari. It is canon that L can't change his clothes by himself (or just doesn't want to), so Watari changes him and has a fucking washing machine to clean him. Well, let's say, you are the one who's tasked with doing it all for L. Even though the famous detective proved countless of times his status as the smartest one, he is still a simple human just like any of us, with simple needs, and he has the same body reactions to physical touch. Maybe, he doesn't really get horny as much as an average man, since he's all focused on his work, but the moment you started to wash his body, moving a wet cloth a bit lower down his torso or back, he will get hard. He doesn't notice it until you mention it or stare at it for a good minute or two. He will look down silently, then look up at you, biting on his nail and shrugging off nonchalantly, like, «Oh? My bad.»
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Ryuk.
Ryuk doesn't really act as some sort of God of Death. You expect Shinigami to act all high and mighty, powerful, treat you like an insect, even threaten to kill you every few seconds, just so you will not forget your place, filthy human >:(. But with Ryuk it's different. Once you realize his addiction to apples, it's all over for him. Just think about abusing this fact against him. Ryuk is smart, of course, he had many people before you, but he is still easy to manipulate if you know what to say. You need something from Shinigami? Well, Ryuk can share with you some knowledge, but he can choose whether to tell you; after all, it's not in the rules and he can decide should he tell you or not. Okay! No apples for him for a week. Two. Month? Oh, you should be such a sadist or have a strong nerve to see him struggling with the effects of lacking sweet, juicy apples..! He will twitch, stand on his hands, and his body will twist as if he were in pain, this annoying Shinigami will beg you for it nonstop. He has no shame when it comes to apples, and it's hilarious, if you think about it. I think you should give him some time, and you can train him like your personal dog. He will eat from your hand; do all the tricks if you grant him a treat later. And when you somehow trick him into experiencing a weird monsterfucking session with you, he is on top of you, making you feel so small and tiny, while you do all the work with those hips of yours, whining and moaning in pleasure, you can notice him salivating. Saliva trickles down his chin, as his hands gripping your body tightly, leaving small scratches on your skin, you think, is it because of how good you make him feel, or is it him thinking about how he can finally get his dose of apples once you finish?
#death note x reader#death note smut#light yagami x reader#l lawliet x reader#ryuk x reader#tw monsterfucking#sub light yagami#death note x reader smut
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Dinner with the Birches
Judd x Fem!Reader
Rated Mature for strong sexual language and content MINORS* Please do not read/interact
Fic length: 3.8k words
Warnings: Mentions Knife Play, Pet Play and Choking (Those cheeky Hormone Monsters eh ;) eyebrows eyebrows~)
Summary: You're invited to dinner with the Birches, a very loving, kind and sex positive household. How will you fare as an easily embarrassed teen who just so happens to be crushing on their eldest son...
A/N: This is my first piece for Big Mouth! Cross posted from my ao3 account under the same title. Fic under the cut, enjoy :3
“Di-Dinner? I mean, are you… are you sure that that’s cool?”
You chuckled nervously, absently circling the hem of your new, hot pink shirt between your thumb and forefinger. Leah threw her head back with a laugh before checking her nails,
“Oh my God, (y/n), you forget how my parents let just about anything come for dinner.”
A horrifying flashback of Jay Bilzerian giving them post-its for dinner came to mind, with a quick roll of her eyes at the memory and a smile towards you,
“You are of course more than fine, they love you.”
You took a breath and offered another soft laugh, shaking your head,
“You’re totally right, they’re… they’re really sweet. I guess I just feel bad, it’ll be my third time in a row.”
Smiling softly to yourself at the thought. You checked yourself out in your floor length mirror, smile growing as you twisted your hips to check each angle of yourself,
“I really like the shape that this shirt gives me.”
“Omg! You look amazing, it really accentuates your waist and curves.”
She gave a wink and you both laughed,
“Thanks Leah!”
Connie chimed in from atop of your bed with crossed ankles,
“I just love women building up women! You two are as good as your big, beautiful boobahs in that shirt, baby~”
You flushed with a whine,
“Connie!”
Rolling your eyes some, unable to deny it and allowing a small smirk. She had a point, your boobs did look pretty good in your new shirt. Connie’s brows wiggled comically with a low and velvet tone,
“I bet Judd’s gonna love the shirt ~”
Lilting his name in emphasis. Your cheeks begun heating up, your wide eyes flit to Leah, as if afraid you were about to be caught out. Fortunately, she couldn’t hear Connie and was distracted by her phone. You waved your hands dismissively at Connie with a low hiss,
“Connie please, the guy’s a total psycho-“
Sounding unconvincing even in your own ears. Realistically on a personal level, you only knew what you had heard of him from Leah. You knew in yourself that you were rationalizing with an excuse and worst of all, so did Connie. Connie kept gushing,
“He’s gonna love it so much that he’ll wanna tear it right off of ya, and then tie you up to the bedposts with the pretty pink shreds, OOH Baby!~”
Raising a hand to her forehead in a dramatic sweep and squirming with a laugh to herself. Your cheeks were bright red as you whined,
“Connie! Would you quit it?”
Folding your arms across your chest as you tried desperately not to imagine being tied up by Judd…
“I hardly know him, Con. Besides he’s Leah’s brother, it’d be totally weird to think of him in that way.”
Emphasizing with a nervous chuckle, but it seemed your randy hormone monstress was keen on ignoring you,
“Ooh ooh what if he does it shirtless? Please God let shirtless Judd tie her up - We loveee a shirtless Judd, he is hotter than the fireworks comin’ out of my pussy on the fourth of July!”
“Oh God, Connie! Please do not go on, I do not want to know how that feels.”
You shook your head vehemently, facepalming. Ah fuck… now you can’t stop thinking about shirtless Judd.
“Do you remember when we saw shirtless Judd for the first time, after he sharpened his knives out back, smellin’ like woodchips and cigarettes? Whew baby~”
Connie held her chin in her hands as she playfully kicked her hoofs back and forth atop of the bed, opposite Leah who was thankfully none the wiser and still on her phone. Your hands felt clammy, you swiped them against the jean of your thighs. Swallowing a cotton ball and ignoring the balmy feeling of your flushed chest, you fanned yourself with a forced laugh,
“Whew… is it warm in here?”
Leah peered up from her phone,
“Hmm? I don’t think so. Oh wait, we should probably get going soon, Mom says dinner’s gonna be ready in a half hour.”
***
The front door swung open to a beaming Elliot Birch,
“If it isn’t the wonderful (y,n)! What a pleasure it is to see you again. Please, please come in!”
Gesturing with a sweep of his arm as he stood aside, you offered a bright smile,
“It’s lovely to see you again too, Dr. Birch.”
Smile widening at his ‘This Apron’s a Feminist’ apron. What an icon. Leah appeared bored, rolling her eyes half heartedly as she breezed inside past the both of you. Smirking,
“God Dad, do you have to be so corny every time? You saw her yesterday.”
“Well when in the presence of excellence one simply must, especially if that’s everyday~.”
He held his clasped hands to his chest with a soft sigh. You felt warmth in your chest at the kindness of your best friend’s Dad. He was like a pseudo parent, with enough light and love for all. You allowed a flattered giggle, but any other thoughts stopped dead as Judd turned the corner with his shirt over his shoulder. Abs and lean muscles glistening with a sheen of sweat. His trademark scowl upon you at the door, he gave a grunt of recognition,
“Hey.”
Flicking his knife in an effortless swish. Trying to ignore Connie going nuts behind you - and dare you admit, ignoring a fluttering in your stomach - all you could manage was a,
“Uh –“
Mouth open in a small ‘o’ for a dumb moment, fortunately Diane’s voice sounded from the kitchen and saved you from an awkward moment longer,
“Judd hurry up hon, dinner’ll be ready soon.”
His scowl somehow deepened with another grunt. Scorching emerald eyes met yours and the intensity behind them winded you. Was that a smirk? It happened too quickly for you to really tell, and before you could register it, he was stalking the stairs two at a time. You were left watching his taut back muscles with your mouth hung open as Elliot giggled with Leah. Connie was trying to tell you that he really did like the shirt after all, but you were too busy trying to clear your throat and come back down to Earth. You took a deep sigh, trying to cover it with a glance around the Birch family home, and distracting yourself with the pleasant aroma of a home cooked meal. You felt yourself tense, feeling curious eyes on you still. Ah shit, Leah and her Dad were right there, weren't they. They hadn’t witnessed your fluster, surely? Hopefully? And now you had to get through an entire dinner with Judd across the way… You could feel Connie’s eyebrows wiggling from where she nestled herself onto your shoulder, lashes fluttering. God Dammit, Connie.
***
“Uhh uhhh fuck, (y/n) looked so fucking good in that tight little shirt. That pretty pink fabric - her tits were practically popping out, what a little cock tease~”
Maury mused in a gravelly voice, Judd blanking him as he flung the knife in his hand at his target on the wall. Bullseye. Maury perched on the edge of the bed with an excited bounce,
“Bullseye! Judd, hey Judd – what if you used one of those knives in some knife play, huh? D’you think (y,n)’s into knife play? OOH what if you used one of your knives to slowly cut away her pretty shirt and, and just fucking motorboat those puppies haha. I tried that last week at a sex party with John Stamos heh-“
“Stop. Fucking. Talking.”
Judd interrupted with a low rasp, jabbing a knife in his direction as a warning. Then stalking away to the bathroom to shower before dinner. Hopefully the water can wash away his thoughts.
“Maybe you could beat one out in the shower before seeing those perfect tits again at dinner. OR, even better – skip dinner, bring her upstairs and plow her ‘til your shooting blanks!”
Judd growled a guttural sound at the silhouette outside the shower curtain, dangerously low. Rubbing his eyes under the hot water. Maury’s low chuckle emanated against the walls of his mind,
“Oho ho ho hoh it’s gone straight to your balls-“
“Next time you speak, I’ll stab you.”
Fuck you, Maury.
***
You were sat next to Leah with their parents heading the table, leaving you sitting opposite Nick and Judd. The room was quiet save for the clinking of cutlery on plates and rhythmic stabbing of Judd’s knife upon his plate. Anytime you peered over at him you felt your cheeks grow warm, and so were quick to avert your gaze. Hoping to distract yourself, you broke the silence,
“Thank you for having me over again, Dr and Mrs Birch.”
“Oh please, call me Diane, (y/n).”
“It’s a pleasure as always, (y/n) and please call me Elliot.”
Judd stole a glance your way to see your sweet smile, your bashful gaze turned to your food as you were tucking a stray lock of soft hair behind your ear. He soon returned to stabbing his plate. Leah’s sly smile grew as she observed the two of you, looking rather pleased with herself as she popped some food between her lips. Nick seemed to be ignoring everyone, head in his palm as he poked noncommittally at his food. Diane placed her cutlery down with a gentle voice,
“What’s the matter, Nicky?”
“Ahh, ’s nothing. Fought with Andrew.”
Elliot chimed in with concern,
“Oh no, what did you fight about?”
“Which one’s gonna fuck who, next?”
Judd interjected with that casual rasp, earning a light scold from his parents and you’d choked on your food. Nick whined,
“Shut up, Judd!”
He offered a sinister chuckle,
“What, worried he won’t feel your little dick if you did it?”
“Judder butter, play nice please, we have company.”
Elliot gestured towards you, who was being whacked on the back by Leah in an effort to stop your coughing. You waved them off good naturedly, eyes streaming as you wheezed,
“I’m alright, really.”
“Besides, it’s not the size of the boat but the motion of the ocean.”
Elliot flourished. You tried to laugh it off to cover your wheezing cough from returning, gulping down your water. Breathless, you managed with a coerced smile,
“Does your family always talk about penis every time you have dinner?”
“Sometimes we talk about other genitals too.”
Leah sounded almost bored, entirely desensitized to it. Your brows downturned with another nervous chuckle. Catching Judd’s serious gaze on you, you immediately glanced away with a deep flush. Elliot laced his fingers as he addressed the table,
“As you may know, (y/n) we’re a very sex positive household. We don’t want our beautiful children to feel any shame when it comes to something perfectly natural, such as us normalizing small penises -”
“Oh sure yea, let’s completely forget about my problems and talk about genitals again.”
Nick muttered under his breath. Elliot reached for his youngest son’s hand,
“Nicky, having a small penis is nothing to be ashamed of, don’t let anyone get to you about it.”
You could feel yourself tensing, eyes wide as your gaze flit around the table, lips taut as if sewn shut. Elliot finished with a honeyed tone,
“Whether you decide to be intimate with Andrew or not, anyone would be lucky to be with you.”
Judd chuckled lowly as Nick whined in protest,
“I don’t want to fuck Andrew! Argh, gross.”
“Elliot, honey, maybe we should try to talk about something else?”
Diane offered, sensing the table dynamics being thrown for a loop. Elliot kissed the back of her soft palm with a smile,
“Alright, sweetheart, anything for you~. Leah, (y/n), how’re rehearsals going for your new play?”
“Oh they’re going great so far, actually, thank you. We got the leads, we’re sisters in the show.”
You chirped, beaming as bright as the sun getting to talk about what you loved and best of all, you would get to work with your best friend. If you had a magnifying glass, or if you were in fact even paying attention to it at all, you may have been able to see Judd’s lips curve into a pleasant arc. Decidedly less menacing than usual. Maury and his gaggle of penises would be having a field day. Elliot beamed,
“Oh that’s wonderful!”
“Oh God what about that scene we have to rehearse for, tomorrow though? Talk about annoying.”
Leah mused, you turned to her with lightly knotted brows,
“Which one?”
“The one with Daniel – ugh. I think they’re still making your scene together an interpretative sex scene.”
“Wh-what?”
“Ew wait, Head Pusher?”
Nick screwed up his face in disgust as he asked, Judd stopped stabbing the table. You were too busy tensing up with an unpleasant feeling crawling up your spine to notice. Elliot chimed in,
“'Head Pusher?' Should we be concerned about this young person?”
“Nick said I slashed his tires.”
“Right before Nick was sick in his hat, ha.”
Leah interjected with a laugh so that it was uncertain whether anyone had actually heard Judd’s criminal offense. You whispered to her,
“Do your parents know about that party?”
“Oh it’s fine, we got grounded for it, they know.”
“Oh okay hah.. ha..”
You tried a laugh but all this oversharing was… odd for you, to say the least. Not to mention the discomfort seeping into your lower abdomen at the thought of having any kind of scene with Daniel the Head Pusher.
“Yes I was… sick in his hat haha ha..”
Nick rubbed the back of his neck as he caught Diane’s narrowed gaze before he shot out,
“But at least I didn’t cum in the living room, that’s the worst thing to happen in that room.”
“Worst thing so far -”
“That was your friend. Your friend came in the living room.”
Leah pointed out with a scoff, her fork pointing his way, once more over shadowing Judd’s ominous threat. Judd was chuckling to himself at the news,
“Ha, Nice.”
All the while you had some salad lodged in your throat again, bobbing up and down unable to get it down. Nick uttered to himself, surprised,
“That wasn’t supposed to reflect badly on me, I don’t really know what to say now.”
“Does Andrew have a bigger penis? Is that what’s been upsetting you, Nicky?”
Elliot took his son’s hand again, voice rung true with concern despite the nature of the question stirring different reactions from the table. Nick slid his hand out from his father’s grasp as if he’d burned to the touch,
“Oh God Dad, no!-“
“His chode is bigger than your little dinger though, bet.”
“Fuck you, Judd!”
“Well someone should- and that someone is you~“
Connie muttered in your ear, almost making you jump out of your seat. Leah offered,
“Nick girls don’t care about penis size as much as guys do.”
“This wasn’t even what I was talking about! You all assumed and started talking about dicks!-“
“You know pleasure isn’t always strictly penetration, in fact I’d argue the opposite –“
Diane began and you’d finally swallowed the lodged food. You stopped trying to eat in favour of rubbing the tense spot on your brow,
“Oy vey-”
“Oh totally, but the effort in trying is better than a fucking head pusher, gross.”
“Hear that, Nick? You’ll get points for trying - if you can actually find someone that wants to hook up with you first, haha.”
“Is it so bad that he hasn’t uh.. done that stuff yet? I mean he’s still young, we all are… still young. Young and pressured ha ha... ha.”
You found yourself interjecting Judd’s low sting in a ramble, cheeks growing warmer by the minuet as it tumbled out like word vomit. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at Judd after catching his unreadable gaze. Lately when you looked at Judd and caught his thousand yard stare, it made you feel things in the pit of your stomach that you only really seemed to hear about. Leah quirked a blonde brow at Judd’s response, or lack of one thereof. Diane smiled at you,
“I think that’s true, too. There’s a lot of pressure on young people to do things they may not even be ready for.”
“I hope no one’s ever made you feel that way, (y/n).”
Elliot once again with concern ringing true in his tone and intent, but only causing your shoulders to tense with a flush crawling up to your ears. You cleared your throat in an effort to even your voice,
“N-no no, not at all, thank you uh, for your concern haha I am just swell.”
Jesus Christ, swell? That’s what I’m going for? Well, too late now. Your held your arms with your head hung in a dip, Elliot was ready to preach to you about loving yourself when it was likely the last thing you needed in that moment. Judd seized you up from across the table, scowl deepening before eyeing his parents. He was quick to pluck the balsamic dressing bottle up, and tossed it over at Nick’s head,
“Hey Nick, think fast.”
“Ow Judd, what the fuck? What was that for, asshole?”
He chuckled that low sinister laugh at the connection the bottle made to his brother’s head,
“I told you, I’m an agent of chaos, you little scrunt.”
Nick rubbed the spot with a whine before slapping Judd’s arm. Diane raised her voice some,
“Judd! - Boys, stop that right now!”
“I need to get the fuck to college.”
Leah held her head in her hands for a moment, meeting your gaze between her fingers,
“Please tell me you’re finished with dinner, we can hang out upstairs if you are.”
***
After some time with Leah in her room, you were on your way out when a sweet chittering sounded by your feet,
“Hmm?”
A racoon had weaved itself between your ankles with it's excitable trill. You simply bubbled with laughter as you crouched down to meet it, any prior nerves melting away as the little racoon let you pet their fluffy head. It bumped its head up into your hand as you pet it, stroking between their eyes with your index finger,
“Well aren’t you sweet! You seem uh pretty domesticated for a wild animal?”
“Raccoons can’t be fully domesticated -"
“Jesus!”
"-but apparently they’re pretty good at catering small events.”
You shot up at the sound of Judd’s velvet voice coming out of nowhere from behind you, hand flying to your chest. Judd seemingly unfazed by the outburst had continued over it. His lips curled in an impish smirk. The racoon that was perched in your hand had fled behind Judd’s calf with a warbled chitter. Your lips curving in an unexpected smile as you met Judd’s dark smirk,
“We should get a bell on you or something, you scared the shit out of me. That was some Adam's family bullshit right there.”
“Ugh fuck, she’s into pet play? Please tell me she’s into pet play and wants to put a pretty bell collar on you or, or on herself, Mmmngh~”
Maury was still foaming at the mouth in the background, Judd grunted at him but made to ignore him as his slight smirk fell on you,
“You’re one to talk, your dumbass dramatic reaction just scared the little guy.”
Your attention drawing back to the little fella chittering from behind Judd’s leg. You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress your smile as you did. Folding your arms with a quirked brow at Judd, before crouching down once more with a gentle smile,
“I’m sorry little one –“
Maury opened his mouth to speak as you began leaning down with that open collar, Judd glared at him murderously,
"Don't even think about it."
Before you could get into your apology, the fluffy racoon seemed to have immediately forgiven you. They hopped right into your arms, making you giggle in delight,
“Well alright then~”
“God she’s as bright as the sun, that usually disgusts us in a person.”
Maury rubbed his furry chin in thought, observing (y/n) with the racoon. After a moment more of laughter, you realized Judd was observing you with a quizical brow. You cleared your throat and stood tall, scratching the back of your head,
“Anyway, I uh.. I should be heading off now. It was nice to meet you um..?”
“Cookie. That one’s Cookie.”
You could hardly suppress your smile at the name, biting down on your plush lips,
“Cookie. Unexpectedly cute.”
“Just like Judd~”
Connie wiggled her brows with a seductive lilt, to which you rolled your eyes. Judd was no where near ‘cute’… but you couldn’t deny that learning small things like this about him made you smile, and spread an unexpected warmth through your chest. Judd allowed a small smirk,
“Cute? You don’t know why they’re called that.”
That near psychotic smile matched with that low husk made you question your initial analysis. Either way you chuckled softly, tucking your hair behind your ear with a confident smile,
“Then maybe you should tell me about it sometime.”
That stopped his smirk short, his brows raised as his lips parted in a small ‘o’. Your own smile dropped at his response. Oh shit, did I say something wrong? Before he could respond, Leah emerged from her room,
“Oh, (y/n) you’re still here?”
Judd grunted with a deepened frown, side eyeing Leah as he heard her voice from behind him. Your rosy cheeks and bright eyes met hers with a faintly opened mouth, as if about to speak. Leah leant against her door frame as she mused in a lilt,
“Well it’s dark now, I don’t think you should go home alone –“
“I’ll drive you.”
Leah smiled with raised brows, I didn’t even have to finish~
“Oh ok, are you s-sure? Thanks.”
Judd grunted in response,
“Yea, common.”
Fishing his keys from a surprise compartment behind a painting.
“Be safe, kids~”
Leah winked at you from her doorframe, you caught it as you peered over Judd’s shoulder before heading down the stairs.
“Oh Shit - Leah knows you wanna bump beautifuls with her sexy jungle cat of a brother!”
“Wait what?! I thought she meant ‘be safe’ because he drives like a maniac?”
“Oh my sweet summer child-“
Connie cradled you in her anthropomorphic hair arms without any space between you, you kept inhaling her fur. You felt like you were a dog toy being squeezed. You tapped her furry side,
“Uh, Con.. Connie – can’t breathe!”
She let you go with a small apology, watching as Judd met the bottom of the stairs, grunting at you in a way that prompted your frozen limbs to move again. Connie lilted,
“I’ll let Judd do the chokin’ baby~”
Ah fuck… now you’re fantasizing about fucking in the back of his car.
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party trick
A/N: this silly little fic is directly inspired by this hilarious post by @pedge-page 😝 this fic is meant to be silly, a little unrealistic, and fun! If that ain’t your thing, no worries! Just scroll on by, gem. Also, big thanks to @itsokbbygrl for betaing and @morallyinept for encouraging me with my shenanigans! hehe.
~word count: 1.9k~
Summary: your boyfriend Dieter wants to show you his new party trick that he learned from a pornstar named Ezra
Pairing | Dieter Bravo x pornstar!Ezra x f!reader
Warnings: fluff, smut, established relationship, mentions of drugs and eating, dieter and the reader are openly bi, implied open relationship (not described) Ezra is a bi male pornstar (definition of bi panic) (very light dubious consent as reader and dieter smoke before fucking but it is not described) male masturbation, self sucking??, reader is able bodied with no physical descriptions, readers nickname is gumdrop, no age gap, +18, minors dni!
Your first date with the ever-so eccentric, Dieter Bravo, was a success! Sure, he was a bit clumsy, and maybe even a bit of a blubbering idiot, but you had an incredible time. Did you kiss? Well—maybe! There’s a tell-tale sign when he admires the color of your lipstick against the heart shaped patch in his beard.
After that first date, he washes his face, but is careful to not remove the residue of your lipstick. Not even a week goes by and he’s asking you out on a second date.
Two dates turns to ten and somewhere down the line…you’re Dieter Bravo’s girlfriend, and you couldn’t be happier. (And neither could he)
-
Dieters plan for the evening was to throw a party with some of his friends: not necessarily a rager, per se, just an intimate get-together. Pop a few bottles, skinny dip in his inground pool, and dance under the California night sky.
He canceled his plans last minute because the only person he wanted to spend his evening with was you, his gumdrop.
Hiya, gumdrop baby! 💗
Dee! Hey, baby boy 🥰 having fun at your party?
He cheeses a smile down at his phone, dimples on display, fingers typing fast on the tiny screen, little tap tap taps echoing through the cooling evening air.
Good golly, I’m blushing 🤭 actually…I canceled the party! Just wasn’t feeling the vibes for it! Wanna come over?
Yes! I’d love to! I was just about to order some takeout. Want me to pick something up on the way?
Yes! How about veggie grill? I was just about to smoke, want me to wait up for ya? Oh! Also, I got something I wanna show you later 😉
Being in a relationship with Dieter meant that nothing he could possibly say or do surprised you anymore, but his vibrance, care-free, goofy, eccentric attitude, made him even more attractive to you. That and the fact that he was the literal definition of a trash panda. Your trash panda specifically.
Sounds good to me! 💗 did you want your usual or something different? You don’t have to wait for me, Dee! I’ll have some when I come over. Oh? What is it that you want to show me? 👀
Okie doke! Hey, how about you just order the whole menu? My treat! See ya soon, gumdrop xx. And you’ll see! It’s a surprise. Hehe.
God, Bravo. You sure know how to spoil a gal rotten! Looking forward to the surprise!
He hearted your messages before he reached behind his ear and grabbed his perfectly rolled joint and reached for his lighter that was resting on the table next to the poolside chair he was spread out on.
He couldn’t wait to see you and show you his new party trick.
-
Hours earlier in the day, Dieter found himself in his bed, boxers discarded on the floor and his fist languidly wrapped around his half-hard cock.
His freehand was scrolling through Pornhub, trying to find something to get off to. Usually it didn’t take him very long to settle on a video, but today he was finding it to be a bit of an annoying struggle.
He scrolled and scrolled till he stumbled upon something he had never seen before, self sucking?
He spit into his palm, using his saliva as a natural lubricant because he was too lazy to reach across his nightstand to grab his favorite bottle of lotion (ain’t nobody got time for that!).
Holy shit! He’s sucking himself off??
Christ, his cock is taking up the entire screen!
Dieter's private thoughts ran rabid as he watched the pornstar, Ezra, easily bend over and suck the head of his cock (which was massive, by the way) into his mouth.
“Holy fuck! How is that even possible?!” Dieter announced in disbelief.
He paused the video, and went to Ezra’s page and scrolled till he found the contact button and a direct link to Ezra’s instagram. He sent him a message:
Hey! I hope this doesn’t come off as weird or creepy (feel free to ignore) but I watched one of your videos just now…the self sucking one and DUDE, nice cock! How the hell do I do that? 🫣
Ezra responds seconds later after hearting the message,
HOLY SHIT! THEE DIETER BRAVO GOT OFF TO MY COCK? 🥵 (sorry, huge fan!) anyway, gem, I’d be happy to show you the art of self sucking, and then you too can be a pro like me. xx
Dudeee you’re a fan of me?? I’m blushing! 😉 okay, okay, I have to ask…is it all natural?
I am, indeed! You have quite the eccentric presence, gem. Oh, it’s natural alright. The gods have certainly laid their blessing upon my loins x.
Ohhh, I get it! You’re like Shakespeare? 🤣 damn, you sure know how to swing that thing around! Anyway, I will take you up on that offer! Here’s my number:
Lawl. You’re a funny one huh, gem? I suppose I am a bit like Shakespeare both with my verbiage, and my cock. You free right now?
The funniest guy around! Well, Romeo, got my cock out and everything, let’s boogie?
Boogie we shall.
And so that’s how Dieter ended up FaceTiming with Ezra: who coincidentally, also had his cock out.
“Not to be a total massive fucking flirt, but you’re gorgeous, and my girlfriend would probably eat you right up!” Dieter preened, leaning in close so he could get a better look at Ezra’s third limb, er, cock.
“Oh?” Ezra smirks, “would she now? Well, gem, perhaps the three of us should get together sometime?”
“Yes! You can be like the skunk to my raccoon!” Dieter said with a giggle.
“I beg your finest pardon? Your—what?”
“Oh! Sorry, sorry. Probably should have provided some context, huh?” Dieter blushes.
“Naturally, gem. Go on.” Ezra sits back on his elbows, listening,
“So, my girlfriend calls me a trash panda! It’s endearing, really. And well, you got that blonde streak in your hair…so you can be the skunk?”
Ezra chuckles in pure amusement, eyebrows raising, heavy cock bobbing between his thighs.
“A skunk, huh? You’re lucky I think you’re cute, gem.”
Dieter fanned his face like the little slut that he was, and giggling, “You think I’m cute?”
“Cute as a button, gem. Now, let’s see what we’re working with so that you can show your girlfriend what I taught you.”
“Yes sir.”
Ezra is a wonderful teacher and by the end of it, Dieter is almost able to suck the head of his cock into his mouth. There’s a slight strain in his lower back, but fuck it! You only live once.
“Well, gem, I think you just have to remember to relax your muscles. Pretend you’re floating on a babbling brook, or napping on a fluffy cloud, and then you’ll be sucking yourself off in no time. I gotta run, but let me know how it goes!”
“Ahh! Okay, I think I can manage that! Thanks for all the help, Ezra.”
“Anytime, gem. Anytime.”
-
After passing the joint back and forth together, fucking (a few times) and devouring the veggie grill you brought over, Dieter brings you upstairs to his bedroom, nearly stumbling over his two feet because he’s so excited to show you his new party trick!
“Sit that cute ass on the bed, gumdrop.” He’s not being domineering at all, quite the opposite actually.
You’re both naked, naturally because in Dieter’s home, clothes are always optional!
You wrap your arms around him from behind, kissing his jawline, pecking at the heart patch in his beard. “Are you gonna show me the surprise now, Dieter?”
He leans back into your embrace with a pleasant sigh, “Yes, gumdrop. But c’mon, bed. Now.”
You press one last kiss to his face before detaching yourself from around him, walking over to the bed and plopping down with a soft, oof.
He joins you moments later, laying on his elbow facing you while you reach across and card your fingers through the soft curly hairs on his chest.
“So I was watching this porno earlier, right? I did a deep scroll, and stumbled across this video of this dude…with literally the biggest fucking cock that my two eyes have ever seen!” He speaks animatedly, throwing his hands up as he leans in.
“It literally took up the entire fucking screen, gumdrop! Anyway, that wasn’t the craziest part! His cock was so big, and long, that the motherfucker was able to suck himself off! Dude barely even had to bend over, just popped that sucker right in and got to suckin’!”
You twirl a strand of his chest hair between your fingers, giggling as you listen to his dramatic retelling of the massive cock he saw.
“Shit, it really took up the whole screen? That’s insane, Dee!”
“YEAH! Like…the guy was packing a literal BAZOOKA down there!” He chuckles, leaning in so he can nuzzle his face against yours.
“Anyway, I found the guy's instagram and sent him a message because I thought to myself, ‘Damn! Imagine if I could also suck my own cock?’”
“Let me guess, you asked this pornstar fellow how you can suck your own cock like him?”
“Yes! How did you know?” He chuckled and stole a quick kiss, melting against you like the soft man that he was.
“Lucky guess?” You tease, dragging your finger down lower, skating it across one of his nipples. “So, was it a success? Did he teach you how to properly suck your own cock, Dee?”
“Well, I was actually able to barely get the tip in my mouth! Wanna see, gumdrop? S’gonna be my new party trick!”
“Show me, Dee.” You giggle, encouraging him as he quickly sits up, remembering how Ezra told him the way to curve his spine, and relax his muscles so that he can bend over just enough—
Dieter is hunched over, using one hand to hold the base of his cock, and the other is resting against his lower back for support. He’s so fucking close to wrapping his lips around the head of his cock when–pinch!
He yelps in surprise, immediately rolling over and yowling like a cat.
Ow. Ow. Ow! Fuck! Fuck me! Ow!
You're at his side in an instant, comforting him and reaching for your phone to either call 911, or look up an immediate remedy for his pain.
“Fucking pulled a goddamn muscle!” He whimpers, burying his face into your chest.
“Dee, it’s okay! You’re not dying, baby. Okay? Look! Google says that we have to treat the area with ice and then a heating pad!”
“I’M DYING, GUMDROP! I SEE THE LIGHT!” Your boyfriend dramatically groans, “I'M FADING FAST!”
After icing Dieter’s lower back for a good hour or so, you placed a heating pad against the sore spot while spooning him for extra body heat.
He was typing a message to Ezra, a deep frown set between his eyebrows because he really just wanted to know what it was like to suck himself off! (Who wouldn’t)
Hey, Ez. I pulled a fucking muscle in my back!
☹ gf is spooning me with a heating pad now, but I was really hoping that I would be able to suck myself off!
From Ezra: (Shakespeare-BAZOOKA 🍆)
Aw, I’m terribly broken to hear that, gem. Better luck next time, Birdie!
-
The next time Dieter announced to you that he wanted to try and suck his cock again, you came prepared with two yoga mats and a beginner yoga flow video (thrifted, of course).
He gives you a funny look as you set the yoga mats down in the sunroom.
“What?” You laugh, placing your hands on your hips. “It would be a cool party trick, Dee! Just gotta get you a little more flexible and bendy before we try again.”
Ohhh. He grins, dimples peeking out, “Well, let’s yogi, gumdrop.”
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What once was.
the secret history fanfic || masterpost
"My mother and Henry's used to be friends and they would always take us to Pennsylvania in the summer, back when we were kids. We were the best of friends, inseparable... Henry was a chubby but tall boy, three years older than me. I was a frail but loud girl, very outgoing. We used to play at a creek, where my father had installed us a swing. One day Henry got in a terrible car crash and... he almost died. I went back to Greece, completely losing touch with him. Nothing could prepare me for the fact that I was to meet him again at college."
Warnings; possibility of smut, nsfw content, mentions of childhood trauma, triggering themes in general, mentions of abandonment, physical injuries, mental health issues, depression, self harm, drug abuse, smoking, homophobic people from the 80's, some very cute moments that might be out of character for the gang, stereotypes that I don't resign with but are part of the plot, dark themes that have to do with death, very descriptive, pov changes, paganism, it's the secret history so you know what to expect...
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Jude’s birthday
Warnings - smut, Dom! Jude, sub reader, degradation, slight chocking, cursing. (Might be more but all I can think of rn )
Slight angst, fluff, & smut
“You’re being ridiculous!” Jude yelled from the stairs as you ran off to your room with tears in your eyes. You slammed the door shut, mascara surely making you look like a panda at that moment. You grabbed his gift you bought him and went over to your desk, grabbing scissors, promptly cutting the gifts fabric and spitting on them. It was Jude’s birthday. Everything had to go perfect. But he had to ruin it. You wanted to do something special. You decided to rent out a London club to host a party for him. Everyone would be there, including his closest friends.(no invitation for the parents bc you actually wanted to have fun) you wanted to make a good impression while still looking sexy. You wore a small sequence top with a couple different colors and a short skirt to match it, making your chest look delicious. Jude apparently didn’t like how skimpy the dress was tell you that you looked like a whore basically asking for men to approach you. You were mad that he called you a whore over a dress. He was the one with a bunch of sexy woman (or girls😔) at his feet. Shouldn’t you be the angry one?
(The dress is at the top)
That night instead of celebrating at the club and having fun, you were in your biggest hoodie that wasn’t Jude’s while watching the notebook, crying hard.
Jude on the other hand had gone to the party, not really caring if you were upset. He had drank a lot that night, dancing around, being the funny drunk Jude he was.
~
You finally built the courage to talk to Jude, possibly even apologize. You hadn’t realized he left the house though. You searched the entire premise, deciding to finally call him.
No answer
Where could he be?
~
“Happy birthday to Judy boy! Happy birthday day to you!”
Jude sat around a large, 8 tiered cake ordered by you, surrounded by his closest friends, brother, and a few other plus-ones but something in him didn’t feel right. He had this weird feeling in his stomach. Guilt maybe?
He had put his phone on silent for whatever reason and didn’t realize the many calls and messages left by you.
~
“Pick up, pick up, pick up!” You yelled at your phone, starting to feel enraged.
“Please leave your message for 20-“
“FUCK!” you yelled, throwing your phone as hard as you could on to the couch like an iPad kid does when they fall in tower of hell, starting to get angry again.
You finally decided to give up on calling him, assuming he was at a bar drinking.
You went on to instagram to procrastinate, but instead you saw on one of Jude’s close friends stories and photo of Jude holding a beer bottle, seemingly drunk at the club YOU rented. Everyone was there, except you. Now you were pissed, feeling all sorts of ways. Sad, angry, frustrated, the list can go on and on.
Jude gave no shits about you. He never cared if you were there. If you stopped texting, would he realize? Or did he not care that much.
~
Jude was on his uncountable glass of beer, unable to walk. Everyone was leaving as it was nearing 1 am.
“Fuck Jude. How will you get home? I’m taking a taxi.” One of Jude’s friends said. Jude wasn’t listening though. He was sitting on a barstool, ‘on the radar’ by Drake & central cee playing in the background, to wasted to understand words.
It was only Jude and 3 of his close friends. Everyone else had left or were hooking up in the bathroom.
“Just text his girl. We are all too intoxicated to drive.” One of his friends suggested.
Jude shook his head hard knowing you were still very much mad at him.
“Yeah let’s do that.” The other said not looking at Jude.
They took Jude’s phone, calling you.
~
You were in the shower crying to ‘someone you loved’ by Lewis capaldi. (Istg this song makes me cry so hard - especially the music video. Recommend)
“I let my guard down and then you pulled the rug. I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved” you sang/cried (either fits in).
When the song ended you stepped out of the shower, grabbing your towel, leaving a little trail of your wet footsteps to the bedroom.
-ring ring ring-
Someone was calling you.
*incoming call*
Jude Bellingham
What did he want? As if you wanted to know.
You went back in fourth on whether you should pick up or decline. In the end you picked up, truly wondering why he had the nerve of calling you.
“-hello?” You said
“Hey Jude’s like really drunk and we are all taking cabs. Can you come pick him up?”
“Can’t someone call him a cab?” You asked annoyed that they were calling you to help Jude, the man who didn’t seem to care about you.
“Well-no……”
You sighed in annoyance. You really hated Jude’s friends sometimes.
“I’ll be there in 15”
“Perfect. We’ll be gone by then but there is a bartender still watching him.”
You hung up without another word, rethinking what you had just agreed to.
~
You took a deep breathe before opening the door. How drunk was Jude? As Jude’s friends promised, jude was the only one in there except for a bartender who was wiping down some tables. He seemed to be starring into the abyss out on a stool.
“Jude” you said with an annoying tone.
“Y/n?” He said looking up. “What are you doing here” he said starting to smile almost forgetting everything that happened earlier. He came in for a hug but you grabbed his hand harshly and walked to your car.
“Someone’s in a bad mood.” He said as you made him sit in your car, buckling him up as well.
“Well I wouldn’t be mad if you hadn’t gone to the party I organized without me over a stupid skirt your jealous ass couldn’t handle other men to see me in.” You said slamming the door.
“Are you being serious right now?” He asked looking at you with red eyes and a strong alcohol stench in his breath. “That skirt was far too short. I can just imagine any guy eye fucking you.”
“Jude! I picked your drunk ass up from a club and you’re still mad about my skirt? I should be the one who’s angry right now if anything.” You started the car and drove off
“Look I’m really sorry bebé but I don’t like when what’s mine is shown to other people.”
You sat there silent, still trying to focus on the road rather than hear Jude’s lame drunk apology.
“Are you not going to respond?”
No response.
“Fine. I’ll take matters into my own hand.”
He slid his hand down to your knee, moving it up slowly and gently.
Your breathing became faster, trying to not let a moan escape your mouth as he started to cup you through your shorts.
“I might not be able to give you a proper apology while I’m drunk but I know some other ways can.” He said as a smirk formed on his lips.
“Jude, no matter what we do tonight, I’m still mad at you.” You half moaned, pulling into your apartments small parking lot.
When parked, you unbuckled your seatbelt to straddle Jude, promptly attacking his lips. This boy made you so fucking horny.
“Aww look whose running back to me now.” Jude said in between kisses. “You can’t love without my cock.”
“Let’s go inside.” He said before promptly picking you up bridal style, your arm around his neck for extra support while kissing his neck.
(Pretend the alcohol wore off)
When you entered the house he walked to the bedroom and placed you down gently before starting to unbutton his shirt.
“Strip.” He spoke after a second of unbuttoning his shirt.
“How bout no. I’ll strip when I want.” You said sitting up, getting ready to go to the bathroom but Jude came down on you at an instant. Hand around throat as the other was caging you down to the bed.
“I said strip, it wasn’t a question. You want to wear a skirt that shows your ass to everyone in sight and get all upset and angry when i say for you to change, but when I finally tell you to act like a slut you decide to not? I’m gonna go into that bathroom for 1 minute. If you are not stripped by the time I come out, you’ll get it.”. His hand left your throat and he left.
You tried catching your breath though it hadn’t been that tight of a squeeze, you had been holding your breath.
After a few seconds you realized Jude was gonna come out any time now and not wanting to see what “it” was, you started to strip.
You were still taking off your underwear when Jude came out and when he saw, he looked annoyed.
“Did you not hear what I said?” He asked coming over with a furious stomp, pushing you onto the bed again and trapping you. “I said to take your clothes off before I came out and look at you, still taking off your panties. I want you to learn a lesson tonight. That pussy is mine, no one else’s. Got it?”
All you could do was nod before you felt him turn you over.
“What a little whore. You want to show off your ass to every guy at the club but not me. What am I gonna do with you.”
You felt him pull your underwear down to your ankles before repositioning himself.
You felt a harsh smack land on your ass. A little whimper escaped.
“You’ve been so rude to me recently. I don’t think you deserve my cock.” Jude said spanking your ass again.
“I’m so-SORRY” you tried to speak but every time you tried to finish your sentence, Jude would give another spank.
“Finish” he murmured.
“I’m sorry JUDE. I-I promise to BEHAVE b-better.”
“Not good enough.” With that he picked you up almost effortlessly and made you sit on your knees on the floor of the bedroom.
He started to unbuckle his belt, pulling his boxers down after.
“Show me your sorry.”
You looked up at him with innocent eyes knowing that always got him a little less rough.
You took his tip into your mouth and started to like from the head down to the base. You went back up and again, licking the tip, still looking at Jude with big, innocent eyes.
After a few seconds of this, Jude got impatient so he out of no where thrusted into your mouth.
You started to gag at the feeling of Jude’s member touching the back of your throat. You took your mouth out and started to cough as you tried to catch your breathe. Not even a second later, Jude grabbed your hair and lifted you up.
“Who told you to stop? HUH?”
“N-n-no one.” You whispered not looking him in the eye anymore.
“Then why’d you’d stop? I thought you were sorry for what you did.”
You didn’t respond, head facing towards the dresser.
“Look what me when I talk.” He grabbed your jawline, forcefully moved your head to his direction.
“Why’d you stop? WHYD YOU STOP” he yelled.
“I-I’m sorry Jude. It won’t happen again.”
“Good girl. Now get back to it.” He dropped you and you almost immediately took him in. He held your hair into a ponytail, bobbing your head up and down.
“G-good gi-irl.” He said, holding your head where you he was deep down your throat.
You were gagging the whole time, which Jude always loved.
After a couple more rounds of this he pulled out of your mouth out and set you down on the bed again, this time on your back.
He started leaving hickeys from your jaw all the way down to your inner thighs, leaving a trail.
Jude got onto his knees at the end as he pulled your legs closer to the edge of the bed so he could get an easier entrance to you.
He kissed from your foot to your inner thigh before kissing your clit.
“Is this where you need me?” He asked as his thumb started to circle your clit, your back arching off the bed.
“Y-y-yes.” You yelled out, not wanting to wait another minute.
He started on your clit, sucking harshly then moving down and repeating on other places.
“J-j-ude I feel s-so g-good-“
You loved the feeling of his tongue going in and out of your hole, sucking up all the wetness he had caused.
A few more seconds of this and you were about to cum, feeling the tight sensation in your stomach again.
“J-JUDE I’m abou-“ Jude removed his tongue suddenly, making a move to spread your legs.
“W-why’d you stop?”
“Shut up..”
He took his dick into his hand, giving it a few strokes before moving it over your folds.
You whined at his teasing, wanting any form of friction to curse your throbbing pussy.
“Do you think you deserve my cock?”
You nodded desperately, kissing his neck knowing how much loves them.
“Words”
“Yes p- please.” You said while moving your arms around his neck to pull him down. Before you could kiss him he grabbed both arms and pinned them above your head.
“Don’t fucking touch me. Be patient. Don’t be an impatient brat on top of being a slut.” He said before suddenly slamming into you.
You gasped loudly at the feeling of him moving in and out almost instantly, not caring if had adjusted to his size or not.
“J-j-Jude” you moaned out quietly, not wanting to disrupt the neighbors as it was now nearing 3.
“Don’t hold back your moans. I want hear how good I make you feel.”
The only sounds heard throughout the room was the skin-to-skin noise of Jude’s abdomen bouncing off your ass, moaning, and heavy deep breathes.
“Keep doing that…G-god you’re so fucking tight.” He said speeding up, your breasts bouncing even more making Jude lick his lips before nibbling on one of the nipple and the other in between his fingers, toying and squeezing it.
“I-im gonna c-cum…” you announced, feeling the tightness in your stomach build up.
“Whose pussy is that?” Jude asked slowing down, almost at a complete stop.
“Y-yours..”
“Whose?”
“JUDE BELLINGHAMS” You yelled out, just wanting to cum.
Jude suddenly pulled out fully, turning you over so you were on fours. Not wasting another second, he entered, regaining the previous speed if not faster.
“Good girl….”
Your arms gave out so you rested your head on the bed as he kept pounding into you mercilessly.
A string of moans left your mouth as you reached your high. You loved when Jude got all angry and best of all his drunk sex, though it sounds bad, you loved when the sex had a little or sometimes big kick to it.
After around half a minute of Jude continuously pounding into you without a break, you started to feel overstimulated.
“Jude it’s t-too m-much..” you murmured, afraid he’ll get angry again. “P-please p-p-pull ou-t”
“I’m not stopping until I cum baby girl” Jude said slowing down a bit, loving when you begged him for something.
You whined at his response, just wanting for him to finish.
A couple seconds later he finished and pulled out fully. You laid against the bed in child pose as Jude went in the bathroom to start a shower.
He came a minute later and picked you up, walking towards the shower.
You were half asleep, legs had given out by that point so Jude was just carrying you while under the stream. He set you on the shower bench and started to wash your hair, careful to not disturb you.
After the shower he dried you both down, grabbing some clothes from the big closet to help you change.
Once everything was ticked off, he laid down next to you in the bed to cuddle.
“Mmmm Jude….” You muffled under your breath.
“I’m here baby girl.” He said kissing your forehead. “You did so good….”
A/n
This felt so weird to write tbh as I usually only write pedri and gavi smuts. I guess that changed today. Had a little inspiration from these smuts : black satin & after hours You should go follow them if you don’t already because they have some great work. Anyways, I’m quite new to tumblr so just bare with me if I’m quite slow at doing stuff 😅
#jude bellingham#sub!reader#light angst#fluff#smut#d0m/sub#birthday#degredation kink#degrading tw#chocking
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hi honey, can you make a yandere actor with a reader that is not famous, he is really pretty and the reader starts to suffer atacks for not being "pretty enough for him", she is already insecure and wants to break up but he is too much in love and obsessed with her for let it that happenss so he goes on public to stop the attacks, but he ends up saying things like, if she asks him he would abandon his career in a second and other stuffs and even the public realizes his obssesion.
INSECURE
Yandere male actor x Insecure Fem!reader
A/N: OMG I died while making this, it was so much fun. Don't mind Zane here, he's just a silly lil boo boo bubblegum Chihuahua with silly lil thoughts.
I've been getting so many requests, it's making me scream IN HAPPINESS. THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT I LOVE YOU OMG *HUGS* You guys all my honey lil bum bums. I'll write all the requests you guys sent me.
Word count: 4.3k
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This is the fifth time you locked yourself in your luxurious and soothing bathroom in one evening, the atmosphere here was calm, away from the bodyguards and maids that were outside the bedroom minding their business.
You were laying on the soft and comfy rug that was on the bathroom floor. The bathroom is extremely clean, not a smudge of dirtiness. Red eyes appeared as your tears dried, you just wanted all this to go away.
When you entered the luxurious limo 2 hours ago, you just wanted to go home. You and your boyfriend were invited to The Oscars, and you wished you could go back in time and never went to The Oscars with him.
Yes, The Oscars.
Your boyfriend is a famous Hollywood actor, a very famous actor. Everybody around the world loves him, fangirls over him, even stalks him. It was insane. The paparazzis were the most insane ones, they even stalked you and your boyfriend had to beat up 4 men.
It really was insane.
The mass amount of actors in the Oscars there were far more accustomed to this lifestyle than you. Which was intimidating, to say the least. Especially the female actors, all perfectly dolled up with their spouses. Not to mention, the expensive and heavenly perfumes and colognes mixing up together. It made you want to hide behind your boyfriend and use his body to hide from everyone.
The image of the cameras that was mostly pointed at you and men in their Tuxedos and girls in their gorgeous dresses made you want to just disappear. It was hard to not compare yourself, you spent hours trying to find the perfect dress to fit in with your boyfriend and every time you looked at yourself in the mirror, you changed into a different dress.
Cycle repeats.
And yet, even with all your hard work, you still felt out of place. Tensing up at the hundred passing stares and biting grins of condescension as you stood next to your overly charismatic significant other.
As you were tracing your fingers on the rug, playing with it, completely isolating yourself from the world. You heard a knock on the door from outside.
“Sweetheart?” You heard a voice outside questioned. “Are you in there?”
You stopped tracing your fingers on the rug and eyes slightly widened, but you stayed silent.
He’s back. When the Oscars were finally finished and everybody was going home including you, your boyfriend went to the studio or whatever they call it where they film scenes, continuing to film a scene while you waited for him at home. And all that time you had, you spent most of the time in the bathroom crying and refusing to eat your maid’s cooking.
You lifted yourself from the ground and turned your head towards the door. You didn’t want him to know you are in here for half an hour wiping your tears from your red eyes and isolating yourself.
You tried not making a sound and stayed still, hoping maybe he would think that you are not in there but of course, that was a dumb move since you currently locked the door and hid in the master bedroom’s bathroom that was yours and your significant other’s bedroom.
“What are you doing in there? C’mon, let me in.” He grumbled, pressing against the door.
“I want to be alone, I-” You struggled to find the right words to convince him to go away. “I don’t want you to see me, Zane.”
He fell silent, keeping his hand upon the door handle, his eyes fixed on the door.
“And why is that, baby?”
“I…I just…” You stammered. Panic surged through your chest as you desperately tried to come up with a way to get him to leave you alone, even just for a moment to make yourself presentable.
“C’mon sweetheart, it's just me. I promise I won’t make fun of you or anything, just open this damn door sweetheart.” Zane raddled the handle, pounding on the door.
“No- I-" You shouted, still struggling to find the right words.
Annoyed at how stubborn you were, he let out a small grunt. He tried banging on the door once more, and pulling on it hard enough to make the hinges creak. You worried if he pulled the door any more forcefully, he might rip the entire door from its hinges.
“Dorota told me you’ve been there for almost an hour and refused to eat anything. C’mon baby, what’s wrong? If you don’t open the door, I’ll force my way in there.” Zane impatiently replied.
He began pulling and pounding on the door lightly, he would pound on it roughly to scare you so you could open the door, but he'll decide to do that later on if you still kept your stubborn mode on.
“Oh m- okay okay okay, stop! I’ll open the door.” You panicked.
“I’m not leaving until you do.” He said coldly, he was serious. He’d stand there all day if that’s what it took.
“Fine...” You muttered. With a shaky breath, you unlocked the door and slowly opened it, revealing your boyfriend. You saw his figure but refused to look up, he was wearing a white dress shirt that is slightly unbuttoned with black pants.
You turned away and let him pull you to the large basins, gently lifting your chin. You flinch slightly as he turns your head, his gaze meeting your tear-streaked face. You felt like a mess, but he didn’t seem to change expression as you stared back.
“Now, you going to tell me what's wrong, sweetheart? Or do I have to find out by myself?”
You feel his cold fingers against your cheeks, his fingers feeling your dried tears that went unnoticed by him.
“I just don’t feel good…” You said with a hint of quaver in your voice. You settle against the low counter, fidgeting.
“Of course you don’t feel good, you haven’t eaten anything.” He took the pieces of hair that was on your face and brought them on the back of your ear.
You shake your head, “No…it’s not that…I just-”
“Then? You know that I can't magically read your mind. And why the hell are you locking yourself in the bathroom from time to time?” He lightly scolds. There was some tenderness in the tone of his voice as he bluntly but curiously spoke, gazing at you calmly.
You sighed and began to look anywhere except at your boyfriend’s look. You looked down at his toned chest. “I just feel…I just feel…ridiculous.”
You gripped on the edge countertop, turning away from the man.
“Did you see how all those cameras were pointed at me, all of them. And did you see how everybody was staring at me? I looked so stupid, standing next to you, in front of all those.. those people that I didn't belong with. All of them are probably laughing at me right now.”
Your tears renewing in your eyes as you turned your head to the mirror, ready to roll down your cheek. You were on the verge of tears again countless times today but you fought them. You can’t cry, not in front of your boyfriend. But then it happened, that burning sensation on your nose, tears blurring your vision. Your face scrunched up, and the sound of your cries made you feel even smaller in front of him.
You put a hand on your mouth as you cried, you turned your head away from the mirror and lowered your head. You didn’t want to meet your boyfriend’s eyes.
Out of nowhere, Zane grabbed the back of your head and shoved your face against his chest, wrapping his arms around you, letting you ugly cry on his chest and making his dress shirt slightly wet with your tears.
“Oh, sweetheart…” He whispered in such a gentle and understanding tone that you didn't expect to come out of him first. Zane pushes your chin up, lifting you to face him. “How could you ever, ever, compare yourself to those…people?”
You looked at him with your teary eyes, he brought your face back to his chest and kissed the top of your head. You buried yourself in the soft fabric of his dress shirt, your nostrils hitting by his intoxicating scent of his expensive cologne. It eased the tension in your body. He starts stroking your hair gently, smelling it and sighing in awe. “Sweetheart, why would you ever wanna be like those people who live their entire life being fake?"
You were shocked at how he insulted the popular and famous actors, and his fans. You whimpered on his chest, “Isn't that what you wanted? I mean… how else am I supposed to show up when I meet your fans?” You mumbled.
“I brought you there because I wanted to thank you in front of everybody, and to let them meet you."
You snuggled your head more on his chest, finding solace but you let his words sink in.
“And those people and all of those cameras…" He chuckled and pointed his finger on the side, referring to the people in The Oscars. "They couldn't take their eyes off of you it's because you were the most captivating thing in that room." He spoke with an amusement grin.
“No Zane, no…You don’t get it, everybody hates me. Everybody loves you and when they heard the news that you are dating me, they all went madly insane.”
Your boyfriend told you to never look at comments from people, but you still did it anyway. One glance on social media about you, your heart dropped. They are all hate and degrading comments, not a single nice comment was written about you.
“They are all hating me and sending me death threats! I just can’t do this anymore.”
“What…?” Your boyfriend went dead silent.
“Yes, all of them! They are all threatening me. Zane…”
You went a bit silent as well before saying the most heart-wrenching words.
“I want to break up.”
Zane let go of you, letting your words sink in.
“No…no, fucking no. Are you seriously ending this because of people on the internet? Who the fuck cares of what they think?” He puts his hands on your cheeks and wipes your tears, “Baby, please don’t do this.”
“I’m so scared, Zane. I can’t, I’m so sorry. I lov-” You whimpered
He cuts you off,
“No! I will protect you, I will. Please don’t tell me you are ending us because of the public…”
“Zane…” You look at him in the eyes and shake your head.
He backed away and widened his eyes, “Honey, you are not breaking up with me because of the public, I’m not letting you go.” He grabs your waist and pulls you closer to him.
“Za-”
“I would end my career if that's what it takes to stay with you. You are not breaking up with me” His anger is rising as it frightens you.
“You know what?” He lets go of you again and opens the bathroom door.
“What are you doing?” You asked, scared at his anger and what he would do next. But instead, you watch him walk towards the bed, taking his phone that was lying on the bed in his hands. You heard him say, “Come here.”
You stood at the bathroom door, not moving an inch. You were terrified how he turned rough with you. You didn’t know what to do.
“Come here!” he said again, raising his voice this time.
You quickly flinched and walked slowly towards him. You were swiftly pulled by your arm, easily getting dragged to the chairs that were in the bedroom.
“Zane, stop!! You’re hurting me!.” You cried on how he was bruising your arm. With brute force, your boyfriend threw you at the armchair, he sat on the other armchair that was beside.
You were breathing so fast, looking at him horrified. You watched him again, opening his phone. He opened instagram, clicking on the plus sign top left.
“Zane…Please don’t do what I think you’re doing.”
Zane ignored you and clicked the ‘go live’ button.
“Zane-”
You tried snatching the phone from his hand, he immediately grabbed your wrist, twisting it a little.
You let out a scream, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He let go of your wrist and glared at you deadly in the eyes. You grabbed your own wrist, trying to remove the pain that he just caused but the more you message it, the more pain you felt. Your breathing hitched and whimpered as you felt defeated.
Zane looked back at his phone, a lot of people began joining in the live. You were thankful for the least that the live didn't show your body, only a little though.
You heard Zane say, “You know guys, today I came back from the studio and guess what?” Zane laughed, “My beautiful lovely girl was crying in the bathroom.”
“Zane-” You looked at him as your hand was still on the damaged wrist.
Zane gave you that deadly glare again, signaling you to keep your mouth shut. You decided to shut up and looked down, trying to avoid his glare that just gave you shivers down your spine. Zane turned his head back to the phone.
“She was crying because you guys were what? Giving her threats? Telling her to break up with me or you’ll find her and kill her?” Zane laughed and shaked his head, looking down.
He was talking in such a playful and mischievous tone. You thought he was laughing at you but you realize that he was amused by his own fans, he was laughing at them instead.
He crosses his legs and places his arm on top of the couch chair and sighs softly. “She told me that we should break up because of everything you guys have been telling her.” He looks at the floor a little then at the spamming chat.
“So if me or my darling here,” He looks at you and mischievously smiles, caresses your cheek that made you flinch a little before continuing, “ever catch a comment, or a picture, or a video about her one more fucking time. I’ll end my career.”
“Zane!” You stood up, being fed up with him.
“Sit down.” He said in a warning tone. “I’m not gonna repeat myself again.”
You followed his order, sitting back down again on the armchair. You brought your hands on your face, not wanting to deal with this anymore.
He continued, “I’d rather stay with my amazing, kind, and captivating future-wife here than having some such discourteous, underdeveloped, out-of-date, and cock-sucking so-called ‘fans’.”
What the hell did he just say?
Your eyes widened at what he just said, no way he just said that…to his fans? You removed your hands from your face and looked away from him, mouth wide as hell. You gripped on the armchair. You looked back at him again, he still held a playful expression but a little more blunt this time.
“That’s all I had to say.” He smiles and winks at the camera before closing it.
He closes the live, shutting the phone and throwing it on the coffee table. “Well, that’s out of our way now.” He says as he stands up.
“Zane, what the hell did you just do? Why would you-”
He cuts you off, like he always does whenever he hears something he doesn’t like.
“Shhhh, I don’t want to hear another word about this, I’m exhausted. I’ll go take a quick shower, wait for me.”
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You are lying on your bed, processing what the hell just happened. You still hear water running in the bathroom, guess he’s still showering. After 15 minutes, you heard the bathroom door open.
You glanced up and saw Zane wrapped in a towel around his waist, his hair was wet and water dripping down his body. He looked at you and smiled, you looked down on your thighs, not wanting to meet his eyes. You wanted to ask him countless questions, but you knew how that would end up.
“Hi baby, Oh I missed you.” He came closer towards the side of your bed, bending over a little and planting a gentle kiss on your cheek.
“Give me a second, darling.”
He walks around the bedroom, heading towards the wardrobe, he casually opens it.
You look up at his clothes in the wardrobe, especially the suits. Images of the men and women in the Oscars started to flash in your mind again, you closed your eyes and sighed.
You opened your eyes and saw him wearing sweatpants, how the hell did he change so quickly? You knew you were also going to change his good mood but you can’t hold it anymore.
What did he mean by he will end his career? Your heart dropped when he said that, it’s been worrying you ever since he got in the shower. You didn’t want to be the reason that he’ll throw his life apart just for you. This is his life.
“Zane, why did you-”
“Have you told Dorota to bring your food?”
He cuts you off, just like how he always does. He never listens to you, he never did.
“Zane, please!” You almost cried at how he always doesn’t let you finish your sentences.
“I’ll tell Dorota to bring your food.” He ignores you again and goes to the bedroom door, opening it slightly,
“Dorota!”
He shouts, not too loud but enough for the noise to go downstairs. You heard footsteps approaching, “Yes, Mr Astor?” you hear your maid’s polish accent.
“Could you please bring Miss Y/n’s food, she seems a bit tense today. She’s so silly.”
You rolled your eyes at his sarcasm. Bastard.
“Yes, Mr Astor, right away…”
You saw him nod at her slightly and walk to his desk. You kept staring at him with your arms crossed. He sits on his desk and glances at you, he sees your poker face staring directly at him. He tilts his head a bit and blissfully smiles, “You look so cute when you are mad.”
You rolled your eyes again, “I’m not eating anything.” The moment you said that, the door opened wide, revealing your maid with a tray that’s filled with delicious food. The smell of the food came all the way to your nostrils, you wanted to devour it but if you did, then your boyfriend wins. You couldn’t let that happen.
Dorota walks to your bedside and places the tray on the bed. While your boyfriend was busy with papers, Dorota took her chance. She hits you slightly on the shoulder
“He loves you, Miss Y/n. Give him a chance.” She bends over to you and a little and whispers.
“He’s going to sacrifice his career for me. If I broke up with him he would end his career just to be with me.” You look up at her and whisper back.
Dorota puts her hands on her cheeks and shakes her head slightly. “Then he truly does love you, why can’t you see it? That never happened to me. Oh my god, Miss Y/n.” She places her hand on her chest sarcastically, “You’re so difficult.”
“I’m not difficult he’s-” You realized that you were whispering loudly, enough for everyone in the room to hear clearly. You glanced at Zane, you saw him already looking at the two of you with an amused grin, his eyebrows slightly raised, his pen hanging loosely in his hand. Your maid looks at where you’re looking, she immediately clears her throat.
You look at her, “Great, now he heard us…” You whisper slowly and quietly this time.
“Are you crazy?” You hissed.
“I don’t know.”
She raises up, walking to the door. Zane was still looking at both of you, amusement not leaving his face.
“Eat well, Miss Y/n.”
She closes the door behind her. Zane stands up and walks to the bed, he moves on the bed, right in the middle. He takes the laptop from his nightstand and opens it. You were still staring at him with a poker face, he just gave you a soft smile.
“I’m not eating that.”
After a few moments, you hear your favorite cartoon, coming right out of the laptop. He places the laptop in front of you on the bed and takes the tray, placing it on his lap.
He picks up the spoon, “Open up, darling.” Zane orders. He holds the spoon to your lips, waiting.
You turn your head away.
Zane hums a bit, “Alright, I see how it is. Here comes the airplane~”
You widen your eyes, embarrassment growing inside of you. Zane clears his throat and looks down, pressing his lips together and trying his best to not laugh. You decided to open your mouth, eyes still widen.
"At this point, I should buy you some diapers." Zane raises his head and laughs loudly.
You pull yourself away from the food and slide a little down on the bed, annoyed. The cartoon was playing on the laptop so you watched that.
Zane sighs in amusement, “Okay, okay. I’m sorry darling, but you have to eat. You just sit back down and relax, I’ll take care of you. Open up your mouth again.”
He brought the delicious soup onto your lips again, you sip it this time, making him smile.
“Sweetheart, you are the best thing that ever happened to me. You don’t understand how much I love you, how much I adore you, and how much I need you. Today, seeing you wanting to end things with me, it hurted me so much.” He gripped on the spoon handle and sighed again, all the amusement gone. He was serious this time.
You didn’t know what to say, you looked down.
“I just…everybody is against me, Zane. And you saying that you’ll end your career so you could be with me is unbelievable. I’m just…not that pretty and good enough for you.”
“Y/n stop. What’s up with all this nonsense? You’re more than enough, you are my everything. How could you not see it, baby? How could you not see how fucking mesmerizing you are. And you know what? Fuck the Oscar that I’ve received, fuck the acting, fuck all of that. I don’t care about all that, I just want and need you, sweetheart. Why can’t you see that?”
He places the tray on the side. He bends closer to your face, shifting his warm hands to cup your cheeks, “And You’re so beautiful baby. How could you speak to yourself like that? Stop listening to these low life people who do nothing except commenting on who’s pretty and who’s not pretty.”
You bit and suck your finger tip a little, nervous. You watch him get out of the bed and stands up,
“Come here, stand up.”
You followed his order, unsure of what he’s going to do. He takes your hands and leads you to the massive mirror on the corner. He stands behind you.
“Look at yourself sweetheart, look how fucking ethereal you are.”
He wraps his arms around your waist, your breathing hitches as he looks at you through the mirror. “Your beauty is so hypnotizing. Honestly, do you think I won’t kill the bastards who look at you in the wrong way?”
You smile at hearing that, thinking he’s just being dramatic as usual.
“Don’t you understand how many times I’ve had the urge to just rip off the men whenever I go out with you, even just from today at the Oscars.” He licked his lips, curling his hand on your waist. He seemed to be…nervous. “I wanted to take those cameras and just fucking break them on the floor. I wanted to gouge their eyes out at how they were staring at you, I'd cut their arms and hands with a chainsaw from just touching you slightly!"
You looked at him through the mirror, finally removing your eyes from the floor. He stared within your eyes as if he was inspecting every inch of you, as if he was exploring the very essence of your soul and body. The lust and crave in his eyes started to make you worried.
“You captivate every room and place you go into, and it drives me insane.” He didn’t notice your shaking hands as he continued, “I hate how people can hear you laugh, sit beside you and feel your warmth. I hate it so fucking much. They do not deserve the smile and the feelings you give them.”
You shifted uncomfortably as he leaned on your neck, kissing it. There was a suffocating desire in his chest to paint his claim violently upon your body in this room right now, outside full of maids and guards.
You didn’t know what to say to his confession…
“You’re such an angel baby. Stop being so hard to yourself and actually realize how fucking alluring you are. You do not deserve to lift a finger, you are too pretty for that. So stop this silly nonsense and let’s go back to bed.”
He brings you back to the bed, he takes the tray again on his lap as you sit beside him. He brings the laptop to your lap.You hold his hand and smile at him. He tenses up a little at your unexpected action but smiles back at you and kisses your forehead softly.
“Now come on, Open up.”
You grinned and rolled your eyes, “Okay, fine. But next time, I’m feeding you.”
“Oh, is that so?”
You nod surely.
“I’m looking forward to it then.” He says as he brings the spoon on your lips, you took another bite while your eyes were focused on your favorite cartoon.
He takes your damaged wrist that was still hurting you a bit, “Does your wrist still hurt, baby?”
“A little.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” He says as he kisses your wrist and caresses it back and forth.
“It’s okay.” You mumbled softly.
He puts your head on his shoulder as you watch the cartoon. You felt safe, away from everybody who saddened you. He’ll protect you, he’ll stand alone with you while everyone is against you if that’s what it takes.
That’s how much he loves you.
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STOP OMG. ZANE is such a girly girl, you both should def see a Barbie movie. Btw, can you both pls adopt me🫶?
#fluff#male yandere#romance#yandere#oneshot#drabble#angst#yandere x reader#yandere core#smut#soft yandere#oneshot requests#light angst#slow burn#yandere x you#yandere imagines#yandere male#tw yandere#yandere oc
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imagine having daddy issues, and stepdad! toji is teaching you little things ur dad should've taught you and when he's teaching you stuff about your car he catches how you look at him and admire him... then y'all fuck in the backseat cause he doesn't know how to take such a sweet girl looking at him like that cause he also has issues. <333
#tw stepcest#im sprialing#i was just thinking of him#pointing our it engine light#and teaching u what TF IS WRONG WITH UR CAR#LMFAO#and yeah#im#ill#ik#ty#toji smut
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You Heard Me
Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: NSFW, dirty talk, discussions of sex, dom/sub relationship, bit of dumbification, slightly dark - 18+, minors DNI
Summary: Bucky doesn't really like it when you fight him on something.
A/N: i was not sure about ever posting this bc i think i wrote it when i was slightly drunk. i remember trying to write more dark fics but then this happened and it's more dom/sub vibes than dark. either way.....it was a moment. it's short (under 1k words) but impactful. enjoy.
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NSFW below break, 18+ only - under 18yrs DNI
"Give me your panties."
"Wh—What?"
"You heard me," Bucky growled. "Give me your panties."
You looked from him to the restaurant the car was parked in front of. You could make out through the window some of his friends from work (as he described them — they were superheroes to you) sitting around a table humming and hawing over the menu.
You’ve been with Bucky for just under a year but this was the first time you were set to meet anyone in his life. Bucky had been very strict with your relationship. He was incredibly dedicated but also suffocatingly possessive. He had become your world. Your everything. The air you breathed. The thoughts in your head. He ran within you, through and through.
You’d normally do anything he asked, thankful for his attention and love, but you grew hesitant at this request. You weren’t sure why. There wasn’t much you and Bucky hadn’t done in terms of intimacy but that was all in the comfort of your secluded home. You could be quite shy and reserved around others and it had been a bit since you had to interact with anyone besides Bucky.
"Why?" You softly asked.
"Why?" Bucky scoffed. "Did you just ask me why?"
"I… I’m sorry," you muttered, "it’s just…"
"It’s just what?"
You could sense his patience running thin. You sighed. "Bucky…"
He wasn’t having much more of it. Bucky gripped your chin and forcefully turned your head to face him. You gasped at the motion, a spike of fear and excitement spreading in you.
"Is it because I came inside you?" He asked mockingly. "That’s the issue, isn’t it, sweetheart? It’s because you had to wear this little number and I had no choice but rail you in the backseat."
You frowned. "You said you like this dress."
Bucky’s eyes darkened. "I love this dress, but wearing it comes with consequences, doesn’t it?" He spoke to you slowly, almost dumbing down his words. It made your head go foggy. "Give me your panties," he repeated for a third time.
You let out a little whine. "But I… It’ll be all messy."
"Good," Bucky snapped. "There won’t be any confusion over whether you’re taken or not."
A shiver crept down your spine. Although Bucky hasn’t taken you out much, the times he did, he always remarked about how it seemed like no one could take their eyes off you. He was constantly shooting men death stares or gripping your waist to the point of bruising. You didn’t really think his fears held much merit but you’d never tell him that — even if it was starting to get to a concerning point. Like now.
When you didn’t respond immediately, not even sure what to say in defense anymore, Bucky stepped it up a notch. "Give me your panties now or I’ll rip them off you. Your choice, honey."
He loosened his grip on your chin, allowing you to turn away. You took another glance at the restaurant. For a brief second, you made eye contact with Steve Rogers through the window. You immediately looked down at the car’s floorboard. Bucky’s eyes were practically burning holes in your head.
Sighing, you reached under your dress and slowly slid your pink satin panties down your legs. With every shift you felt the familiar warmth leak around your thighs.
You didn’t want to look at Bucky as you handed him your panties but he wasn’t happy for that. He grabbed at your neck this time, willing you to turn to him once more.
"Good girl," he said with a devious smirk. "I’ll only have to punish you a little tonight for trying to fight me earlier."
Your heart jumped in your chest. "Punishment?"
Bucky sighed. "We’re almost at our one year anniversary, sweetheart, I thought you would’ve learned by now but you’re a tough one."
You knew what punishment meant. You knew the room it was conducted in. A room you had spent many nights and many days in, completely consumed by the wants and will of Bucky.
"I… I’m sorry," you whispered.
Bucky seemed to consider it as he ran a thumb over your pouting lip but it didn’t last long. He gave your cheek a little harsh tap before pushing you to face forward in your seat.
"Save your sorries for when you’re tied to the bed and begging me to stop."
#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes headcanon#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x y/n#dark!bucky barnes#dark tw#dom!bucky barnes#bucky barnes oneshot#bucky barnes one shot#marvel one shot#marvel fanfiction#marvel fic#mcu fic#writing*#light smut#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes angst#bucky barnes fic
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18+ explicit sex // 21+ college/university Light // unconscious // female reader // romanticism of manipulation // mentions of somno and bondage [tw: phobia] “needle”
part one
wc 960
Sure, your boyfriend has a lot of kinks–
Sometimes you’ll wake up stuttering with his cock pushing painfully at your cervix;
“wait– h-how long have you— hnn–”
Only to be silenced by his hand over your mouth, his cruel whispers finding your ears, “shh, go back to sleep now, I’ve got you–” giving you tender, comforting kisses.
Other times he’s in the mood to play before devouring you, your small frame bound to his desk chair for hours before he even touches you. Still, you’re a dripping wet mess for him.
And sometimes, it’s the little things that bring that effervescent sparkle to his eyes– the way you let him degrade, humiliate and control you so casually.
How he’s hooked himself into your mind and body isn’t dissimilar to the way a doctor might insert a surgical needle; scratching into the back of your neck, watching his poisonous charm drip into your subconscious, bleeding down your spinal cord, to the deepest, darkest parts of you only he can see.
You’re so full of the dull, aching numbness that it seeps to the surface of your skin, leaving tremors and pricked hairs in its wake.
Then, and only then, is he satisfied that you’re his.
“tell me you’re mine”
He’s made you weak.
“say it.”
It’s so romantic.
⋆⁺₊⋆
But today, he’s craving something simple.
He pushes your skirt up, spreading your legs to reveal your glistening entrance while you lie comfortably on his bed.
He spits, digging his fingers in again.
At this point, he’d usually be asking about your day, striking up casual conversation to revel in the way your voice wavers with every flick and curl of his digits.
But he remains silent.
Your ears prick at the clicking of his belt, his zipper coming down, the soft thudding of clothes on the carpeted floor.
He towers over you from behind, pumping himself fully erect as he spreads you, finally uttering his first quiet command of the night.
“Carry on reading.”
You nod, taking your book up again, resuming where you left off.
He gets inside you, giving you slow, hard pumps of his length, his thumb spreading your ass, spitting over your tight hole.
You hold onto the little whimpers that catch in your throat while you endeavour to continue with your book, your eyes flicking over the same sentence over and over.
You never start off too loud during sex with Light– sometimes he appreciates your moans, wanting you to scream so loud the whole neighbourhood can hear. Other times he prefers silence, punishing you for every hitched breath that escapes your lungs, until he’s forced to gag you.
But his unnerving quietness leaves you unable to gauge what he wants today, so you hold back as he pushes you open from behind.
“Are you enjoying your book?” he speaks again, that sinister undertone coming through a bit stronger than usual.
You nod again, “y-yes–” he gives you a particularly rough thrust, making you yelp, “mm! Light!”
Hearing a breathy chuckle, you feel his hand find its place on your slender neck.
His hand is so big he can reach both soft sides from behind, wrapping his fingers around to press harshly into your skin.
You’re not surprised, breath play being a staple of Light’s voracious sexual diet.
Needless to say, he knows how to do it just right. He’ll squeeze your windpipe perfectly, giving you that delicious lightheadedness he’s led you to crave.
You know he won’t hurt you as his hand, his powerful hand, closes around your throat.
So, “why are you so scared?”
His voice sends a shiver down your spine.
You don’t know why the pit of stomach is surging with adrenaline.
But you know he’s smiling, watching you tremble.
He knows he can work you to orgasm with his fat cockhead, and he intends to take full advantage of this fact today.
He has you stammering and clenching over him in no time, concentrating hard on that high you so sorely crave– the feeling only he can give you.
He watches your lips part, forming the few little sounds you can manage “c– close– a–ah–”
Which is his sign to slow his hips, squeezing your throat hard.
“ah– ahh–”
Your vision gets dark, the words on the pages of your long forgotten book blurring as your eyelids loll closed.
“Again”
He fucks you hard and fast, slows, then squeezes.
It’s such a punishing routine that soon has its desired effect.
“L–L–” you stutter and gasp as his fingers press down once more.
“hm, got something to say, darling?”
Sputtered breaths and cries leave your lips in reply, trying desperately to nod your head, failing as his hand is pinning you so forcefully into the pillows.
The edges of your vision go black, your body bucking up, trying to shake him off, your arms pushing hard on the bed in a struggle for air.
You manage to lift your body off the mattress, your neck writhing under his strength, thrashing and fighting back.
He releases your neck, his hands grappling your arms, pinning them to your lower back with one hand. His thrusts get uncontrollable as his free hand returns to your neck.
He fucks and squeezes you till your eyes roll back in your head, pussy clenching so tight over him then falling unconscious.
Once he sees your body go limp he picks you up and lies you flat on your back, head hanging off the edge of the bed, jaw tilted open.
And he fucks your throat, using your relaxed muscles, giving you the sweetest praise you’ll never hear.
“Baby– ughh, you feel so good like this– can get so deep–”
You wake up to the feeling of his sticky cum coating your mouth, the ache between your legs soothed.
He taps your mouth closed, you swallow and lick yourself clean.
And he pulls you up, taking you in his arms, sealing your lips with his.
[nb: as always, consent + protection = essential]
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#light yagami smut#light yagami x reader#light x reader#light yagami#light yagami death note#yagami light#deathnote#death note smut#18+ content#tw: noncon#tw: manipulation#dark themes#female reader
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The Bonds That Tie:
Head cannons 18+ 18+ 18+ 18+ 18+ 18+
Bc there is literally no fucking content for this book series and I love the fucking characters so much. Some of the head cannons are horny some are just really sad. Spoilers for sure but if you don’t know what I’m talking about it might not spoil anything.
The Bonds That Tie by J Bree
Gabe
He loves the idea that everyone knows his bond wants him.
If he could get away with it he would 100% show everyone in town just how much his bond wants him iykyk
He LITERALLY asked if he could eat Oli out on the back of his motorcycle 😭😭 he doesn’t care if it’s in public
I also think he loves when Oli wants to fuck more than one of them at a time. It’s like a competition in his brain.
He wants to be the one to fuck her the best. He wants her to crave him just as he craves her.
I also think it hurt him the most when Oli disappeared. Everyone else already had some type of trauma before that but Gabe didn’t. He literally had a full on break down when he found out she was gone. Plus he was only 14 when it happened.
Gabe didn’t know what it was like NOT to be loved. Everyone loved him so why was it that his bond, the one person who would love him above all else didn’t want him? That broke him.
Atlas
It feels out of character for me that Atlas is covered in tattoos. He comes from a very wealthy family. And he is like indestructible. So I think they were a form of self harm for him.
Like he’s this self assured asshole rich kid that can do or say whatever he wants bc there will never be any consequences. Except he doesn’t think anyone really loves him.
It’s not until he understands what his mother did for him does he understand and she loved him in the only way she could.
When Oli disappeared I think it solidified in his mind that no one would ever really love him. And that’s when I think he found a way to start getting tattoos. And that shit would have to hurt like hell bc, like I said indestructible. So a little needle isn’t gonna do it.
Gryphon
Gryphon fucks. That’s not even a head cannon that’s just fucking cannon.
This man. This man I stg.
While I know Gryphon knows Oli doesn’t belong to him, I also know that when he is fucking her he wants her to forget that.
This is a man who asks her who her pussy belongs to and if she answers wrong he makes her regret it.
Also he is into her leaving marks. He wants the rest of the bond group to know just how much she likes fucking him. And he does know bc he can literally read her mind.
Plus I think when she was still living in the dorms, even though he trusted Gabe to walk her home and keep her safe, he sat out in the parking lot or hung out on the first floor with the security guard to keep her safe.
Okay not just to keep her safe he was also so fucking scared she would run away again and he couldn’t live with himself knowing she was out in the world and didn’t want him as much as he wanted her.
North
The reason North is so mean to her when she first got back is because she hurt Nox. Not because she left him. He can deal with people being mean to him, hating him, but his brother doesn’t deserve that no matter how big of an asshole he might be sometimes.
The reason he thinks she’s a gold digger is bc the only women who would look past the monster of his bond were women who wanted his money. Why would his bonded be any different?
The night they went to the dinner party together he let himself pretend that it wasn’t fake. That he could kiss her whenever he wanted to. That he could hold her hand and she wouldn’t pull away. That she wasn’t acting. That every night she could be his and love him like he couldn’t love himself. That they could be a normal bonded. But when she looked at him with hate in her eyes he was reminded that she wanted to run away again and wouldn’t tell him why. That is the reason when she asked for them to stop at a store he ignored her. If she couldn’t love him then he wouldn’t love her.
But it was so hard. He loved everything about her. He used all of his resources to find out her favorite drink and food. He had contacted every school she had ever went to, every friend she had ever made and asked countless questions in hopes of finding her when she left. If there was anything to know about Oleander Fallows, he knew it. But it didn’t help him get her back.
Nox
Nox didn’t want a bonded. After what had happened in his childhood he didn’t need one at all. He didn’t want one to mirror his parents either. Maybe if he didn’t have to share a bonded with North like his mother and her sister (North’s mother) had he could have given it a try.
But when they got the results back that his brother shared his bonded with him, his heart sunk. Would history repeat itself? Would they be doomed to the same cycle of torture?
Nox wanted to run. He wanted to get as far away from the news as he could. So when he heard that Oli had run the first thing he felt was relief. The second? Sadness. Regret. Longing. And then he settled in anger.
How dare she not want him? How dare she be bonded to him and not want him. Nox felt abandoned. He felt the terror and trauma from his childhood come creeping right back in. So he decided to hate her just like he hated his mother.
He replaced his hatred of one bonded for another.
After a few years of hating Oli and being glad she was gone, she came back. He watched as it destroyed his family once again and he decided that they would all be better if she was gone again. He wished she would just disappear. So instead of being sad that she didn’t love him, that she didn’t want him, that she didn’t care about him, he was angry. So angry he couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t eat. Couldn’t breath. That’s why he started drinking. To be drunk was to be numb. To be numb was to be safe. With her back he knew he would never be safe again.
Oleander
I think Oli’s first kiss was with Nox in the hallway after the tacteam scene and it makes me so mad for her. I hate that scene with Nox so much it made me hate him.
When Oli got away from Davies i think she made up scenarios about each of her bonds. She saw their pictures when she was in the hospital at 14 and their ages so she made up whole lives for all of them. At 16 she decided what Gifts she thought suited them best and what nicknames they might give her. She loved them so much without ever meeting them.
Oli was sure she would die without ever meeting her bonds and she was okay with that as long as it meant they would always be safe.
When she was 14 she was most excited about meeting Gabe and Atlas when she found out they were to be her bonded bc they were the same age as her. Then Nox and Gryphon because 19 isn’t that old but she wasn’t excited about meeting North because he was 24 years old. And that was just gross. What would they even have in common?
When the tacteam found her in the cafe she was excited to see her bonds for the first time but also so fucking scared she couldn’t breath. She never wanted to hurt them.
The first night in her dorm room she cried. She cried so hard she ended up passing out. She cried for all the time she wasted on the run bc what was it for if they were in danger again? She cried for her parents and she cried for herself because she could never have them. She could never love them the way she wanted to because she had to leave them again. She cried so hard and for so long she almost didn’t wake up for class. Her eyes were swollen and her nose was runny.
Oli had a diary where she wrote down all of their last names with hers just to test them out. Oleander Draven? Oleander Shore? Oleander Bassinger? Oleander Ardern? She decided that they would just have to take her last name because she was the central bond. Oleander Fallows sounded best after all.
#the bonds that tie#j bree#North Draven#Nox Draven#Gabriel Ardern#Gryphon Shore#Atlas Bassinger#head cannon#Oleander Fallows#FMMMMM#RH#reverse harem#bond#bonded#soulmates#smut#light angst#talks of trauma#tw cursing
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@zazter-den got me on an emet-selch kick and all of you have to suffer for it. you’re welcome.
cw: WoL!reader, captive darling, pet play, praise, degradation
all that’s been on my mind today is that smug face 🙄 and how badly i’d my warrior of light would rather be his captive darling and watch the world burn idk idk.
but it’s undeniable that what he owns, he takes care of. even if it’s a means to an end.
low key thinking about how absolutely insufferable he’d be to his “prized little pet.” he keeps you at his side and in his pocket like the shiniest thing he’s ever found while turning tail to call you every degrading thing and deny he might actually give a shit about you. it doesn’t hurt that he knows you enjoy it, the way he sneers and looks at you with indifference, calls you pathetic and weak. and if he’s cruel enough, he you won’t get those fickle sundered feelings of ‘love,’ will you?…
also heavily rotting on how emet-selch is the most attentive and dare i say loving partner you’ve had… while still being more cruel and depraved than anyone you’ve ever met. he dances a fine line in all aspects of life, and it shows here in the bedroom, too.
he’s meticulous. reads you better than you read yourself, though you’re unsure how. seems to understand what you want or need be for you beg ask for it. and every time, he gives it.
yet somewhere, underneath what often looks and feels like meaningless sex, there’s a shift in his eye when he catches your gaze.
#im still in love ur honor#bakubunny#ffxiv#ffxiv x reader#x reader#wol reader#warrior of light#emet selch#emet selch x reader#emet selch x wol#emet selch smut#ffxiv smut#tw pet play#🐰#🩹#tw dark content#final fantasy xiv
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Egg Sucking: The Musical (MatPat X Egg)
MatPat, a day into his pseudo-retirement, was finally able to walk into a grocery store without calculating how many days he could survive in there. That’s when he met it. Pale, smooth, porcelain skin. Oblong in shape, and just the right size to hold in his hand. It was then that he knew who his heart belonged to.
“Hello beautiful”
As he walked to the registry, he decided to do a self checkout. He knew that the cashiers wouldn’t understand, and would make him pay to be with it. Extortion standing in the way of love- he wouldn’t have it. He paid for the rest of his groceries and took his lover home with him.
“How about I take you back to my place?”
Stephanie was confused at first when Matthew suggested a more open arrangement.
“I don’t know... I think I’ll have to meet them first.”
“Oh, you’ll love them. I’ve only known them one day but they’re already very special to me.”
“Okayyy?”
Matt pulled out the egg, presenting it to his wife of 12 years with the utmost sincerity.
“Okay what’s going on?”
“This is them.”
“An… egg?”
“THEY’RE MORE THAN JUST AN EGG STEPHANIE!!!”
“Alright, alright, calm down. Maybe retirement was a bad idea; a day in and you’re already doing, well, whatever this is. You know what? Whatever, not the weirdest thing I’ve seen you do.”
“Trust me, you won’t regret this. Soon you’ll understand them the same way I do.”
He snuck his way up the stairs, with his lover in toe.
“Alright, now I know I’m being forward but-“
In an instant, his lips locked around the egg. His tongue caressed the shell, careful not to crack it. He was a gentle lover, yet passionate and fiery in his approach. His lips pulsating around it, he moaned.
“Sans is Neessss!!!”
“Damn, MatPat pulled out.” Head editor Dan proclaimed from his vantage point in the tree outside MatPat’s house.
After this passionate sucking, he decided to cuddle up with his new lover and fall asleep.
#funny#random shit#important#MatPat#MatPat x egg#MatPat x Stephanie x egg#YouTube#fan fiction#fluff#light smut#tw ;; suggestive#tw;; egg#poly#196#egg#markiplier#what was I thinking
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