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privitivium · 2 months

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AHH!! I’ve got a new obsession with your yan!freak/nonchalant reader!! I just imagine him being too pretty we can’t say no✨✨

yes yes exactly... in my mind im thinking of a shallow dude who goes along with yandere cuz he's pretty...

yandere x nonchalant, willing reader rambles

both amab;; cw, stalking, murder, mild manipulation, perverted creep yan 🌹

ㅡimagining catching this fucking pretty boy boyfriend of yours absolutely inhaling the fuck out of your underwear - sucking at it and touching himself and then walking in on him and him getting all shy and trying to hide himself but you couldnt care less... but still, having the need to say something just to make him all squirmy -

"gross." you state, eyes glancing up and down his figure accentuated by a fitted stylish shirt, dainty hands gripping a pair of your underwear you had just thrown in the hamper; "i-is it? am i? i-i'm sorry,,," murmuring apologies and his eyes glazing over with tears. so pathetic you cant help but comfort him - your adorable little boyfriend sniffing your underwear.

ㅡ"i-i did it for you... that... girl..." he murmurs weakly, jaw tensing in anger as he averts his gaze from yours - embarrassed? "ㅡh-had no reason to touch you! i'm the only one who gets to touch you!" okay, you mightve gotten a little more than bargained for - but that's alright, that's fine... nothing you can't handle. maybe. he was really cute like this though, of course you can look passed all his faults of hurting others for you as he so claims...

"no, it's fine." petting his head gently, affectionately and he looks up at you with dazzling eyes,,, "you are weird, though." he frowns, and you quickly make it up to him by pecking him on the lips, as you cant resist... making him inhale sharply and so ecstatic that he stares at you for a moment unmoving - "it's fine? it's fine... hmm!" happily nuzzling into you, face burning in your neck and making you inch away - guiding him to sit on your lap and letting him grind his bulge into your thigh while huffing and biting on ur underwear unable to contain himself that he's grinding his erection onto his one true loves' thigh and that his one true love likes it-!! like a dog!

"there's no reason to hurt people, i am literally dating you." his jealousy was another thing. SEIROUSLY! you have to do something about that - "you don't want to make me unhappy, do you? i'm already so willing to be your boyfriend, as you are mine." nearly cooing; gently coercing the pretty boy closer and burying your face in his neck, inhaling his perfume that was made up of your favorite smells... humming in contentㅡ"... or maybe it isn't for me. maybe it's for you. you arent thinking about me at all are you-?" pulling back and holding him at arms length to look at him accusingly -

"no, no!! i p-promise!" he cried out, pitifully - yes, yes, baby him, treat him so kindly... he's quite knowing of your antics and plays along with his damsel in distress tone of voice; to be manipulated by his lover whom he stalks when apart is his wet dream come true. "it's all for you, everything..." mumbling as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, slender arms wrapping around your neck and nuzzling into you - inhaling the scent of your neck. creep.

ㅡhe acts similar to those girl flings you had in grade school. way too clingy, too jealous of you making eye contact with other people. and ... well, new factors that mildly bother you as well... but not having quite the problem with it. you think it's a little cute he stalks you at work, following you around from afar like a loyal little dog. as well as... i mean, as long as you dont find out about the killing, hes sure that this will be such a great relationship!! sneaking into your room, burying himself in your bed and fingering himself - riding one of your pillows and waiting for you to come home. and... ur not very surprised at the sight when you do come home,,, seeing ur pretty lil boyfriends ass in the air and his hole fluttering as he seemingly came on your pillow - your pillow?! hey, you just washed that...

#ocs =͟͟͞͞★#x male reader #male reader #yandere male x reader #yandere x male reader #yandere m x m reader #yandere male x male reader #willing reader

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jamjaemin · 2 months

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑 𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊

• pairing. Lee jeno x reader

• description. all your sweet husband wants is to put his dick in your mouth —is that so bad?

• ↳ tags. smut (18+), blowjob, slapping, husband!jeno, filthy honestly.

• w/c. 0.6k

• a/n. My mind is wild especially when I'm about to sleep so.. i couldnt hold back.

The hand of Jeno tangles hard in your hair, keeping you arrested and reliant on him for movement until there’s an ache in your neck. His veiny forearm is flexed and resolute, giving you a jostle that puts a sting in your scalp. A whimper escapes you, keeping your eyes squeezed shut. It’s all so much, in such a delicious way, and when the familiar motion of him rearing your head back signals you as to what’s to come, you open your mouth obediently. As you suspected, a heavy tip smacks against your hanging tongue, scraping against tastebuds as it plunges down your throat.

You lurch, violently. Drool spilling from the corners of your lips as he fucks your face, moving you for you like a fleshlight. A pliant and submissive little toy. Without concern over how much you stifle and work through your gags, his hips buck to meet you, shoving his cock further and further in with each thrust. It’s breakneck. That ache in your spine worsens as he uses you. He sees you push your limit, raising yourself to the best of your ability. When you palm his thighs he knows you’re about to push off, so he makes the decision for you, folding over to pull himself out. A thick string of cum and saliva connects the two of you until its weight breaks, glossing your chest and legs like a satin ribbon. You like it rough. So he’ll fucking give it to you.

He cranes your neck back and rears his hand, swinging it to contact your cheek in a resounding smack. It sounds worse than it is, and the burn of it rushes blood to your skin. You cry out as your sex floods with new arousal, dripping down your bare thighs and to the floor. It seems he wasn’t satisfied with the first because he gives you another one, the ends of his fingers slapping you in the same spot, harder than before, flaring up the existing pain. You flinch in preparation for it, and squeak when it hits, backing up out of instinct but that grip on your hair is infallible.

“Look at me.” he tells you, but you can’t do it yet. Holding back tears, you breathe hard through your nose as your pussy pulses with the need to be filled. The taste of his dick is still on your tongue, sweat and bitter pre-cum, the smell of a boy’s crotch gone unshowered for a couple days. He yanks you over by your hair, giving you another firm pat to your cheek to make sure you’re paying attention, “I said, look at me.”

Your brows upturn, involuntarily keening from his actions as the burn on your cheek intensifies. Claws reach out to clutch his forearm as he grabs your jaw, angling you to face him.

You open your eyes for him, and you see him tongue his upper lip beaded with sweat. “That’s right. Fuckin’ slut like you still does what she’s told, huh? You fucking like getting your throat fucked?” he questions in disbelief.

He doesn’t wait for an answer, straightening to tower over you as he pushes his hips forward, rudely nudging the tip of his cock to your lips til it protrudes through. It slides in, and as soon as he’s given leeway he bottoms out, your nose bumping his abdomen as you gag around him.

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a/n. hope you enjoyed! please like and reblog and let me know how u liked this, i know some ppl will find this hot and the others not mwah c:

#nct smut #nct fic #nct dream smut #nct x reader #nct hard hours #jeno smut #lee jeno smut

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writingoddess1125 · 8 months

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You Cook For them even though you suck at it-

Buggy, Luffy, Zoro, Usopp, Shanks, Mihawk

Buggy

You you offer to cook for him he is hesitant. Buggy is actually a great cook and will take over making food for you if he catches you in the kitchens of the Big Top.

"I don't know about that (Y/N)-" He would say quickly as you smile at him.

"It will be fine I promise! I've gotten better!" No the fuck you hadnt- he shouldn't have trusted you with this when you set down a bowl of slop.

"Oh What the fuck (Y/N)!? What is this?! Why is it still moving?" He yelled poking some form of meat with a spoon and watching it twitch back.

"It's just rare!" You argue back. "Rare my ass!!" He yelled before forcing himself to take a bite.

He quite literally falls apart to the ground.

Luffy

Luffy would be excited that you offered to cook for him. Being too happy to ignore the weird smell from the kitchen and from the bowl you set down.

He quickly tucked in, eating away at the bowl until it was gone and smiling brightly at you.

"Thank you for the meal (Y/N)!" He said cheerfully, you smiled excitedly.

"Did it taste good?" He stares at you for a moment like he was thinking. "No it was pretty disgusting" you stare at him shocked.

"Why did you eat it then?" You question at his bluntness of willing to eat something gross.

"Cause you made it!" Eh Good enough-

Zoro

Is equally as bad as a cook as you- So when the two of you come together it only means chaos.

"Zoro im going make us a special meal!" You chime, watching him nod and follow along.

In the kitchen he drinks as he watches you attempt to cook. Even using his sword to cut up random vegetables and fruit. Once done it is a jet black color pouring out purple steam- He stares at it a bit afraid before taking a bite.

Zoro body would lock up- Like he had been hit with electricity. His eyes beginning to water and he grabbed the booze again to down if quickly- all of it very quickly.

"....That was awful-"

He manages to groan out as he rubbed his face.

Sanji

Will be head over heals for you, and when you offer to cook for him his whole body freezes- His eyes wide and practically screaming to not have this done-

"M-My Love! My Sweet! No need for that I can cook for us!" He insist sweat hitting his brow.

"No No, You cook for us every night! Let me do it!" You'd insist and go into his kitchen. It would quickly turn into a battle of if he loved food more then you- Once he sees you hold the knife wrong and damn near cut off a finger he steps in.

Shaking his head at this and taking the knife from you.

"Please dont- Love you um.. are cookingly challenged- I'm taking over"

Before he kicks you out of his kitchen.

Usopp

Usopp has actually pretty good taste in food, He enjoys food and has been heavily pampered by Sanji's cooking and food he be served when visiting Kaya.

So when you offer him food at first he's happy and talks about his experiences as a 'Chef' but when you bring down a half burned and half raw fish that still seemed to be twitching and some other odd trimmings that seemed to be stewed.

"Uhhh (Y/N)- you made this?"

He would question as he stared at the questionable plate.

"Yep!" Hearing your cheery voice he tries to sweet talk and lie his way around eating it at first. But once you insist he would nod and take a hefty bite. His face draining of all color as he chewed, forcing himself to swallow as he sits frozen.

"Usopp?-"

He ends up fainting-

Shanks

Shanks will try anything once, however he found out early on that you couldnt cook- While he never openly confronts you about it he does know damn well you shouldn't be near a kitchen.

Once you offer to cook for him he is jovial as normal and supportive. However when you bring out the bowl of- what looked like what a sea beast would vomit he started to sweat. Taking a big swig of his booze before taking a bite.

His whole body shivered in disgust and paled. Slowly trying to chew as he gave you a watery smile.

"It's alright It's Alright-"

Shanks said, his face turning purple as he tried to keep the food from coming back up as quickly as it came.

Mihawk

While it may be surprising but Mihawk is the pickiest of eaters- So when you say you made him a meal, He tries to hold himself back from making any comments before he's seen it.

'Maybe it's not that bad?...'

He thinks as he takes a seat at the dining room table. Waiting quietly as he hears you clattering in the kitchen- however he knew knew it would be unpleasant when the smell hits him. You step out cheery and happy as a massive bowl is set infront of him. His eyes widened at the sight- he had seen many horrible things in his life but nothing like this-

"Why is it that color?-" He would ask as you explained away that you didn't know the exact ingredients to make it so you improvised. Mihawk took a shaky breath and leaned down to give a sniff- once the fowl odor hit his nose he pushed the bowl back.

"(Y/N) Darling. You can't cook- I can't eat this... I love you dearly but whatever is in this bowl has been damned"

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v7knp · 3 months

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Telapath [a.a]

a/n: fluff, coworker romance, idk what else chapter one. mindreader, reader!x loser!abby (this is also kinda long, srry)

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Ever since you were young, you could tell what someone was thinking. You knew by looking at them and focusing on their inner thoughts.

It's been both a gift and a curse. Having to hear people disgusting thoughts, but you also got to know what people really thought.

You knew it was wrong to intrude on people's privacy so you usually tried to ignore people's thoughts, but sometimes you get bored so why not?

No one knew not even your best friend, Dina. You wanted to tell her, but you thought it would freak her out, so you kept your mouth shut.

You're now a retail worker, it's actually pretty fun, and easy. How could it be hard? All you do is fold, cash customers out, and get breaks, etc.

But today was different, there was a new hire. She was tall, and muscualar, and so fucking bueatiful. Her name was Abby Anderson.

Your manager asked you to train her, you instantly said yes.

Your manager meet you two and you went to the cashier to train her.

Her first thought when you two meet was

"Holy shit she's pretty"

"Hi, I'm y/n, and you're obviously Abby" you giggled. She just let out a breathy laugh and a "Yeah".

"Umm, okay I guess I'll show you how to work this" you smiled.

She was looking down at you as you were explaning all the buttons which opened the drawer, and which told you how much money to give back, etc.

But she wasnt paying attention, a million thoughts were running through her head.

"She smells so good, like vanilla"

"She has such a pretty smile"

"Oh shit, what did she just say? I wasn't even paying attention"

"Sorry could you.. um repeat that I didnt hear you?" she had spoken up.

"Oh yeah" you said, knowing why she couldnt hear you.

You finished training her, and went back to work. Like 45 minutes later she came up to you.

"Y/n?" She seemed nervous. "Yeah?" you asked looking up at her. "You okay?" you said after a moment of silence.

"Oh.. uh.. yeah, how do you take the security tags off?"

"Oh duh, shit I totally forgot about that, sorry, I'll show you." you walked up with her, a customer was on the other side of the counter.

"Okay, so you just use this tool, and you just pop it off" you looked up and smiled at her, watching her try.

"Her smile is so nice"

"Alright, come get me if you need me agian"

after the course of a couple weeks and listening in on Abby's thoughts, you knew how she felt, and you felt the same.

You were clocking into work in the morning, and when you turned around when you finished, you bumped into Abby.

You had accidentaly spilt her coffee, and it got on her white shirt "Oh shit, Abs I'm sorry, I'll help you clean up" you said

"Does it hurt?" you questioned seeing if she was burned. She seemed to have a dull reaction.

"Abby, I jusy spilt hot ass water on you, are you okay?" You said sternly, trying to get her attention.

"Y-yeah no I'm fine" abby said blandly, you could tell she seemed off.

"Did it sound like I didn't care she was trying to help me?"

"Hope not"

You dragged her to the bathroom, and helped her clean up, her shirt was still wet though and very see through.

You could see every muscle, from her slightly coverd bicep, to her abs, down to her pants line.

You were starring and once you realized you've been starring for too long, you looked back up to see a pink face.

"U..um do you have an extra shirt?" Abby said with a slight shake in her voice.

"No, just use one from the store, no one will notice" you chuckled dryly.

It's now your lunch break, and Abby's about to go on hers.

"Hey Abs, so since I spilt your coffee on you this morning, I'll go buy you another one... If.. if you want" you said on the customer side of the counter.

"Oh my god, is she asking me on a date?"

"Should I ask if it's a date, no it'll werid her out"

"Abs?" you asked her obviously hearing her thoughts, you still needed the okay.

"Yes, yeah I'll go with you" she said with a big smile.

"Did I sound too excited about it, shit, I hope I didnt"

"Okay cool, finish here and I'll come back here to pick you up" you smiled and walked away.

moments later after getting ready to go out, you walk up to the counter, you guys went to the coffee shop down the street.

As you two are walking down the road, talking and laughing, you hear more thoughts rushing into Abbys pretty head.

"Her laugh is so nice"

"I wonder how she feels about me... Should I ask, no, what if she doesnt feel the same and I embarrass myself?"

"So who do you listen to?" you say "like music" you continued on not knowing if she knew what you ment.

"I listen to a little bit of everything, like umm Noah Kahan"

"I'm gonna be up front with you I don't know who that is" you said chuckling.

"It's okay, not to many people do" she says sarcastically.

"Oh so that makes you mysterious?"you joked and Abby laughed.

You guys made it to the coffee shop, and each got a coffee.

"Do you have a favorite genre of movies?" you asked trying to spark a convo.

"Yeah, I like comidies, you?"

"I love horror movies" you said excitedly.

She laughed and you two finished your lunch break and headed back to the store, finished your shifts and clocked out.

On the way out, you heard footsteps behind you, you turned around and saw Abby.

"Hey Abs, what's up?"

"Um so me and my friends are having a little get- together or party or whatever you wanna call it, do you umm, mabye wanna come?"

"Yeah I'd love to I have zero plans tonight anyways"

"Well if I'm going anywhere I'm gonna need your number to go" you said as a tactic to get her number.

"Yeah, yeah, here" she said unlocking her phone.

"was this a way to get my number? That was so sly"

"Okay well send me the address and I'll be there." you smiled.

#tlou #abby anderson #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby x reader #abby x fem!reader #abby x you #abby anderson fluff #abbyandersonx blackreader #black history

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the-s1lly-corner · 1 year

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He accidentally hurts you (Eyeless Jack edition)

I've been meaning to explore something like this and I'm still hungry for angst! Very heavy on my hc of "eyeless jack is cursed and has moments where his monstrous side takes a hold of him especially when it craves flesh",

Basic idea is reader gets hurt, jack smells blood, curse immediately totally takes over, blah blah things happen

More fan fiction-y than my usual short headcannons, but still using the bullet point format since I couldnt commit to the bit

Cw for mild injury, blood, mentions of SH but I wont dwell on it

Not proof read we die like Jack's self esteem

It wasnt too often that the ugliest side of Jack's curse showed itself; at least that's what you thought. You were under the impression that it happened rarely, due to the fact that you only visit Jack when he gives you the go ahead, on nights where he knows it wouldn't be an issue

But tonight, as your anniversary draws near, you decided to drop in unexpected for a night with your boyfriend. It was hard enough getting to his cabin, what with the rain and it being dark..

When you made it to his door, you could hear... noises..

Growls, hisses, howls; all pained. It sounded like there was a fight happening on the other side of the door... the sound of things being thrown and someone's body slamming against the walls made your worry spike

Of course you opened the door, fearing that someone had intruded into your partners cabin.. but when you threw it open, you saw that Jack was alone. Covered in bruises, and his arms bloodied with claw marks and bite wounds; showing off his blackened, inky blood. The man's small body heaved with ragged breaths as his empty sockets locked onto you

You quickly explained yourself after assessing that he was in one of his.. low points..

He wanted you to leave, but the rain had become to pour harsher outside; far too dangerous to walk out alone

And how could you leave him be when he was so obviously wounded? You insisted on patching him up, to which Jack reluctantly agreed to.

So you took him to the bathroom and took out his small first aid kit, and got to work.

Washing the wounds, adding pressure to where he needed it, added bandages. When you were done, you placed a light kiss on his arms

That seemed to soften him up, even through his building bloodlust and hunger

"I'll go get some bedding and we can set camp out in the living room," you said, trying to keep him pacified. He seemed to enjoy the idea..

He was smiling.. that's good, and his breathing seemed to calm down just a touch, though it was still on the.. hissy growly side..

You headed to his room, gathered some of his comforters and pillows, and walked to the living room, then went to his room a second time to grab his radio, knowing it can help keep him calm.

Unfortunately; due to the cabin being run down, one of the wooden floorboards was loose and lightly curled upwards... and, well. You tripped. You managed to save the radio, somehow, but your face slammed down onto the floor

Instant nosebleed

You cursed, and pressed a finger up to your upper lip.. yep, that's blood.. lots of it, the burning in your face intensifying as the pain set in, making your eyes water

Before you even had time to process anything else, a growl caught your attention. Spinning around, still on the floor, you saw Jack. The leaking ink of his eyes doubled in pace and volume; making a mess of his face and shirt as his bared teeth flashed down at you, nose flared and ears peaked at attention. Because of course, how could you forget, the smell of blood is basically a death sentence when Jack's curse is flared.

Your mind raced as you scooted backwards, Jack seemed to be fighting himself; but he lost. Before you could choose between running or bracing, he jumped on you

Bracing it was, then. Your arms shot up in front of you, and you felt white hot pain almost immediately

But just as soon as he jumped on you, you felt him pull himself off. Blood was all over his jaw, and getting spread all over the floor as he began to force himself to spit it out. Growls were replaced by low whines, before he scampered off, leaving you alone

It all happened so fast you were left confused on the floor, holding your arm. It felt worse than it looked; his teeth didnt seem to go that deep, and since he didnt... pull at you with his teeth still in, you were still intact... that was nice, at least..

Your mind went back to racing as you processed what happened.. you needed to get cleaned up before Jack slipped again

And that's exactly what you did; you rushed into the bathroom you were in just earlier, and began the process of cleaning the wound..

After a minute, the door cracked open; Jack peered in, more mellowed out than before but guilt was written all over his face. It was clear he was still struggling with his hunger, and you can tell just by looking that he was debating whether or not to approach you

His face twisted in pain when he, although hard to tell due to his lack of eyes, seemed to glance at the wound

"Its not that bad," you insist, but he shook his head. "You could have died.. I should have dealt with this sooner, you shouldn't have to.." he trailed off, "get hurt," he finished. His ears drooped slightly as he slumped. He pushed the door open, and entered the bathroom

His hands shook slightly as he removed yours from your arm. "Its my fault, I need to fix it.." he mumbled. You didn't push him away, although it may have been a dumb idea to let the starving man eater handle your bloodied arm

Cleaned, applied pressure, bandaged

He stared at the bandages, still holding your arm in his hands

You finally noticed just how cold he was. Jack was always on the cooler side, but at the moment he was freezing, even though he was covered in a layer of sweat

He ran his clawed fingers along where the wound would be, as light as a feather, as not to risk hurting you again

He leaned down, and lightly pressed a kiss to the bandages; just as you done for him

"Im so sorry," he whimpered, leaving another kiss

"You shouldn't have to be put in danger just to try to help me," his eyes welled with inky tears, and he left another kiss

"You shouldn't have to see me like this," his voice creaked out, another kiss

He was about to lay down a fifth kiss, but you stopped him

You reassure him; it wasn't exactly his fault. He didnt ask to be cursed, he didn't mean any of this to happen, he had been roped and manipulated into the situation that made him this way. You reassured him that you'd heal, and you weren't going to think badly of him, how you took the chance for something like this to happen when you first got together. Things like that. Though, this will call for a more in depth discussion about how to prevent this in the future, make a system and means of communication so he can warn you ahead of time during flare ups... but right now, comfort was top priority

It took a minute, but his tears slowed and he got control on his breathing. He whimpered, before peeling himself off of you

He backed off, but you tugged him into your arms

Cue the waterworks, again. You both hugged, not speaking.. just standing there for a few minutes. He rested his head on your chest, and you rested yours in his shoulder. You pulled away, and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Do you still want me to stay?", you asked. He looked conflicted. He didnt want to run the risk, but he didnt want to be alone. Besides, the storm was still raging outside

"Why don't you.. stay here tonight, I'll step out.." he said softly as he stepped back. He cut you off before you could respond, "I'll be back soon, I just.. need to get this.." he gestured to himself, "dealt with, I don't feel safe having you around.. its only a matter of time before.. " he trailed off. You nodded, "I understand.. be back in the morning?"

He hesitated, before nodding back, "I'll be back as soon as I can be," he said quietly

You let him make his way to the front door, tugging his hold and mask on

"I love you," you said as you watched him open the door

He paused.

"I love you, too," he said, the cracks returning in his voice, likely choking down his emotions again

"We'll talk.. more about this in the morning," he added, smoother this time

"Alrighty," was all you said

And he left for the night, closing the door behind him

WOOOO

I hope that wasny too bad

This was really just a VERY vague idea I had for a few days that i wanted to write but I'm too lazy to do proof reading and rough drafts <\3 and im not used to writing longer detailed stuff like this, let alone dialogue

I hope it's not too cringe, I feel like the ending it rushed because

Erm

I didnt know how to end it

Yay

Eyeless jack angst

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #eyeless jack x you #eyeless jack imagine #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack headcanon #eyeless jack #eyeless jack angst #angst

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amaramizuki666 · 1 year

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Dp x DC crossover

Jason didn't really know what to think right now. His head was hurting and the circulation to his wrists cut off. The one time the pit pit was decently quiet the ONE time Jason let his guard down, and he gets kidnapped by fucking cultists. Jason didnt know what they where doing, what they wanted to do with him.

One of the cultists a man covered in a dark green robe with gold accents, wearing a white mask with only one eye hole, grabbed jason by the hair and dragged him to the center of the giant pentagram painted with something that smelled of iorn, so jason could only assume it was blood. He just hoped it wasnt human.

The cultist man waved for two men to hold jason, as the rest where chanting something it what sounded like Latin. One of the men holding jason pulled his head back as the the other pried Jason's mouth open and covered Jason's noise.

The main cultist pulled a flask out as well as a silver chalice. The man poured the liquid from the flask into the cup. Jason felt the pit flare as he saw the bubbling hot green liquid. It was pit water. 'How did these sleazy basterds get Lazarus pit water' Jason panicked he tried to struggle but it was no use.

The leader brought the chalice to Jason's lips and poured the burning liquid into his mouth. Jason tried not to swallow it but he was choking. The man plugging his noise coused him to have no other way to breath. The liquid torched it's way painfully down Jason's throat as the leader chanted.

"∇ΩCΔMUS TΣ, PΩRTΔ UΠΔ, ∇IΠDΣX IΠΩPUM, SΔL∇ΔTΩR IΠҒIRMΩRUM. PΣR ∇ΔLLΣM TΣ ΔΠΠUIMUS, ΣT DΣT TIβI ∇ΔS UT ΔMβULΣS MUΠDUM ∇I∇ΣΠTIUM. Ω GRΔTΣ RΣX MΩRTUΩRUM, PHΔΠTΔSMΔ!"(vocamus te, porta una, vindex inopum, salvator infirmorum. per vallem te annuimus, et det tibi vas ut ambules mundum viventium. o grate rex mortuorum, phantasma!)

Jason was thrown to the ground as the cultists exited the pentagram. The vigilante didnt know what was happening, the pentagram glowed,a heavy mist bloomed across the room. The candle fire turned from orange to green. The room turned as cold as ice and a figure pulled itself from the pentagram only a foot away from jason who was still in incredible amount of pain.

The being at a glowing green aroura around it helping to make it visible. He was a slender male in a black jumpsuit wearing white gloves and boots. The suit had a strange insignia on its chest. He was wearing a cape the looked yo be made of stars and had a crown of green flame above his head. His skin was a light green, he had pointed ears and glowing green eyes. His presence demanded respect.

The cultists fell to their knees looking at the being. "Oh grate one, thank you for heading our call, we offer this man to you as an avatar so you may move about the mortal plane freely" the cultist leader says.

Jason wasnt really paying attention. He was in so much pain. And he was honestly scared. His vision was getting fuzzy and his head was throbbing. Jason couldnt consecrate on listening to what was going on around him.

He looked at the boy floating next to him, who was staring at him. The boy smiled at jason and felt a since of safety he hasnt felt since before his death. The words "SȺFŦɎ/ⱣɌØŦɆȻŦ/ꝀɆɆⱣSȺFɆ/SȺFɆ/ⱣɌØŦɆȻŦ" being projected into his mind.

The boy turned his head to the cultists and his calm smile vanished leaving in its wake a cruel smirk showing off his sharp teeth. That was the last thing jason saw before passing out.

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Danny was having a pretty regular day, well as regular as it can as a Wayne enterprise intern. Yep you heard it folks, danny was able to get his high school diploma *jazz hands*. Being the ghost king really helped he could just order the ghosts to leave him alone when he was studying.

Now hes 19 and lives in Gotham, working in the aerospace department of Wayne enterprise. Being ghost king is going ok. And his parents took him being a phantom pretty good, they even offered to dismantle the ghost portal. Danny told them not to cause he needed it.

Anyway that brings us too now. Danny was talking to one of his few freinds in the city Timothy drake-Wayne. They where just idally chatting at a coffee shop when danny heard some sort of chanting and glowing red sigil appeared below Danny's feet and dragged him in.

He switched to his phantom form and as he pulled himself from the pentagram he viewed his surroundings.

"Oh grate one, thank you for heading our call, we offer this man to you as an avatar so you may move about the mortal plane freely" a man said as he knelt down along with the rest of the other 50 or so people in the room.

Danny was about to say something when he felt it 'SȻȺɌɆĐ/ⱣȺƗN/ĦᵾɌŦƗNǤ/SȻȺɌɆĐ/ⱣȺƗN/ⱣȺƗN/ⱣȺƗN'. The feeling of another being sent directly to his core.

Danny looked down to see a man. Tied up, and dazed. Danny quickly took note that this man was dead he could feel. SEE his core. Well what bit of a core he has. It looks barely formed as if the man just died. And that he had rotten ectoplasm coursing through his body.

"ĐƗĐ ɎØᵾ ⱣɆⱣØŁɆ ĐØ ŦĦƗS?" Danny questioned staring at the leader of the what danny can only assume are cultists. "Yes we fed him the waters of your home so your being can be safely tied to your new body" the leader says joyfully.

Danny looked over at the half ghost on the floor, he felt the ectoplasm in his veins boil. How dare they touch one of his people. A baby no less. Sure the man may be around Danny's age but hes still a baby ghost. His core wasnt even formed probably yet.

Danny's core screamed at him to protect the halfa on the ground. That this man was one of his, his responsibility. ĦƗS to ⱣɌØŦɆȻŦ.

Danny felt the baby halfa's eyes on him. Danny looked at the man and sent a gentle smile and sending 'SȺFŦɎ/ⱣɌØŦɆȻŦ/ꝀɆɆⱣSȺFɆ/SȺFɆ/ⱣɌØŦɆȻŦ' resonating throughout his core and aura.

Danny turned to look at the cultists and his gentle smile was replaced with a wicked grin. "ɎØᵾ ȺɌɆ ǤØƗNǤ ŦØ ɌɆǤɌɆŦ WĦȺŦ ɎØᵾ'VɆ ĐØNɆ ĦɆɌɆ" Danny's voice rang through the room.

He was going to dispose of these insects then take HIS new charge to frostbite, to help the baby develop the rest of his core at a healthy pace and to get an ectoplasm infusion.

Danny fully intends to take grate care of the baby halfa he found.

#writing prompt #danny fenton #danny phantom #batfam #dc #dc comics #dc x dp #jason todd #dp x dc crossover #jason gets adopted by a ghost

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ club frenzie | TOM

warnings: smut, p in v, public sex, alcohol

1:32am

you throw your head back as you confidently down another shot, hooked to the burn of the alcohol as it trickled down your throat. your vision slowly begins to haze as feel your body buzzing, the sharp liquor quickly taking effect on you.

you slam the shotglass down, turning away as you leave the bar to dance. the place is super busy, there were horny drunk couples making out in one corner, and others doing bodyshots in the next. its quite the atmosphere.

the beat vibrated off the walls as you loosen up, swaying your hips seductively, your hands exploring your warm body while slurring the lyrics to the song.

the truth is, you enjoy the single life. you find yourself becoming a regular at „Club Inferno“, constantly seeking a fun night out which includes having one too many drinks and occasionally a quick hookup.

you remind yourself not to go super crazy on the alcohol recalling the time you were so far gone that you gripped onto grass thinking you would fall out of the world.

you were snapped out of your trance when you feel someone tap on your shoulder.

„excuse me miss, but the man over there paid for your drink and left you a note..“ a barman yells over the music as he swiftly hands you a cocktail with the note, your eyes traveling to where he pointed, towards someone leaning against the bar.

his stance is loose, stood at around 6‘1 and has thick dark cornrows that rests on his shoulders. you couldnt make out his face through the dimly lit club, but catch him toying with his lipring when the purple illuminated lights reflect off of it.

you could feel his eyes piercing into your body, having watched your curves sway to the beat, your hands running through your hair and your skimpy dress hiking up every so often leaving very little to the imagination.

you bite your lip, opening the note as he eagerly waits for you to read it.

„your dancing is remarkable, schatz.“

you glance up from the note to find he dissapeared from his spot. narrowing your eyes, you turn around to look for him, unintentionally bumping into someone.

„looking f‘me already, hm?“ a playful smirk tugs on his lips.

you cock your chin upwards to meet his gaze, completely taken aback by the beauty towering over you.

you stare into his feminine eyes, truly a pool of deep chocolate, which have a glint of lust behind them. the enticing smell of his cologne lingers in the air, only making him more attractive.

your tounge finds the straw from your cocktail glass as you take a sip of it while maintaining eye contact, before leaning forward and placing it on the tall table behind him.

„dont flatter yourself“ you tease, before turning around and rocking your hips in rhythm with the music. he chuckles while placing his cold hands on your waist, sending goosebumps up your warm skin and guiding you as you both move in sync.

you rest your head back on his chest and grind against his crotch, earning a low groan from him. he grazes his fingers up your sides, moving his head close to yours. he gently strokes your soft hair out of your face;

„whats your name, princess?..“ he whispers in your ear, his hot breath sending sparks through your body.

„y/n“ you breath out, sinking into the feeling of his now hardened buldge against you.

„a gorgeous name for a gorgeous woman..“ he answers, loosing a heavy sigh as he spoke. „im tom.“ you could feel him smirking against your neck.

one final grind of your hips urges him to speak his mind. „what’d you say we find somewhere more.. private?“ tom hums, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your neck which almost make your legs buckle.

you turn to him and nod eagerly, your soft hands placed on his chest as you glance upwards. toms eyes pierce straight through yours, as they light up in desire following your response. his hands on your waist tighten, before he lets go and grabs your hand.

tom pushes through the crowd, pulling you behind him. the burning between your legs already increasing at the sight of his desperation. he opens the private bathroom door before swiftly pulling you inside into his embrace, then pushing you against the door slamming it shut.

wasting no time, he crashes his lips onto yours harshly as you both stumble over towards the sink. he breaks the kiss to catch his breath. „fuck... you’re driving me insane y/n“ he mumbles before lifting you up onto the counter, causing you to gasp. he uses this as an opportunity to slip his tounge in your mouth, lapping his wetness around yours.

you could taste the bitterness of the alcohol in his mouth, only making you hungrier for him. you pull him closer by his belt and wrap your legs around him, raking your fingers through his braids.

tom trails sloppy kisses up your neck, yanking your hair back to gain more access to you. he starts sucking on your sweet spot just below your ear, sending a wave of pleasure through you.

he nips at your skin with his teeth, causing you to hiss in pain, before soothing the spot with his warm tounge. you were sure your neck was purple by now, but you didnt care. you needed him.

„please!“ you moan, your jaw hanging low as tom continues to mark your neck. „please what? use your words, sweetheart..“ tom teases, his cold hands sliding up your back and pulling down the top of your dress by its straps, revealing your perky breasts.

toms thumb grazes over your hardened nipple before he leans down and wraps his lips around it, sucking harshly.

„ah!“ you gasp, looking down to see tom sucking happily while keeping eyecontact with you. he flicks the bud with his tounge before tugging on it with his teeth, causing you to jolt in pain.

„i asked you a question.“ tom scolds, kneeding your other breast with his large hand. you could feel his hot breath on your nipple, swollen and glistening wet in his saliva.

„please, fuck me!“ you wimpered, the burning between your legs becoming unbearable. „so needy..“ he breaths out, standing upright again. tom raises his thumb to your face, pushing down your bottom lip before letting go and watching it bounce back. he was enchanted by your beauty and feels his pants grow tighter at the state he has you in.

tom swiftly lifts his shirt over his head, disregarding it somewhere on the floor before paying his attention back to you. he pulls you closer to the edge, hiking your dress up to your stomach in the process. your feet dangle behind him, weightened by your heels.

he smirks, noticing the wet patch on your black panties and ghosts his thumb over the spot. „so wet.. all for me“ he whispers, eyes locked on your clothed cunt.

tom presses his thumb firmly on your clit, causing you to let out a croaked moan. he chuckles at how sensitive you are, rubbing soft circles on your heat.

his soft movements are halted with a harsh pull on your underwear, pulling them down your smooth legs before you shook them off your feet. he felt his dick harden even more at the sight of your bare pussy, if that were even possible.

tom placed both hands on your knees and pushes them back towards your sides, watching your pussy spread open for him, glistening in your wet juices.

„fuuckk..“ he mumbles, stroking the inside of your thighs, incredibly close to your heat. you were practically squirming below him, in need of some type of friction. you feel some relief as you watch tom reaching for his belt.

he undoes his belt, letting it go as it clanks while hitting the floor along with his baggy jeans. he quickly pulls down his boxers aswell and his cock springs free, slightly hitting his abdomen.

its massive, to say the least. pre cum was leaking from its red and nerdy tip, clearly begging for release. veins were buldging around its thick girth, your mouth was basically watering at the sight in front of you. his dick was throbbing as he moves closer towards you. tom slowly strokes it his base, aligning himself with your entrance.

„id hold onto something if i were you..“ he cooes, rubbing his tip between your warm folds and nudging your bundle of nerves. with your jaw hanging low, you reach over your head for the mirror behind you, bracing yourself.

after one final tease of his tip, he slowly pushes his length into you, your warm walls clenching around him. he lets out a prolonged groan, holding your hip tightly to keep you still. „F-fuckk“ you moan out, sounding almost pornografic. tom harshly snaps his hips forward, forcing the rest of him inside of you.

his teeth sink into his bottom lip as his hips press against your ass, his whole cock dissapearing inside of you. you watch intently, savouring the burning feeling of toms cock stretching you out. „look at me“ tom demands, his dick twitching against your g-spot. you cock your chin up, gazing into his eyes before he pulls all except the crown of his cock out, then snapping his hips back in.

he drills himself into you at a merciless pace, watching your face contort into pleasure as the sound of your skin slapping echoes throughout the room. you cry out, already feeling tears pricking in your eyes from the sudden intense pleasure.

„fuck y/n.. so tight-” tom mewls, his eyes screwed shut as his cock abuses that gummy spot inside of you. the erotic sounds coming from your mouth are almost drowned out by the loud beat of the music, making it near to impossible for anyone outside to hear you.

tom watches your jiggly thighs as he pounds himself into you, feeling you pulse around him. drunk off of pleasure, he angles the thrusting of his hips slightly upwards, hitting a new spot inside you.

„jesu- fuck!“ you cry out, throwing your head back as he fucks you relentlessly .

tom groans at your reaction; „you like that spot do you? you like it when my cock hits that spot?“, snapping his hips even harsher hitting it repeatedly.

you feel a hot salty tear escaping your eye, your vision hazing. your hand holding the mirror behind you slips, wiping the condensation of the steam you both have created in the room.

tom notices this, grabbing your neck firmly to keep you in place. „you look so pretty when i fuck you like this, shit- , taking my cock so well“ he whimpers, your moans and smudged makeup putting him in a frenzie.

you managed to open your eyes slightly, having them screwed shut, and you glance through your lashes towards tom. the expression on his face could make you cum on the spot.

his face is coated in a thin sheen of sweat and his eyebrows are furrowed. his eyes were droopy, almost shut, but open enough you watch your boobs bounce rapidly with each thrust. it looks like his jaw almost unhinged from his face, so deep in pleasure listening to the wet squelching noises coming from your cunt as he fucked you.

his irregular breathing dried his mouth, causing him to swallow as you watched his prominent adams apple bob up and down. using both of your hands, you gripped onto his dark braids pulling him into a deep and hungry kiss.

tom groaned into your mouth, his warm tounge exploring yours. the unfamiliar feeling of his cold lip piercing found its way in the kiss, making you hornier.

he struggled to kiss you back, feeling his orgasm approach. it felt like a spring coiling tightly, releasing at any second.

„ugh- fuck baby.. m’gonna cum!“ he stammers, the strong rocking of his hips becoming irregular. „cum with me schatz! cmon-!“ he yells out, his hips shuderring as ropes of his hot cum shoot into you.

the feeling of his ecstasy filling you up sends you over the edge, letting out a highpitched moan while flexing your legs to bring him closer.

tom slowly grinds his hips into you, riding out your highs while fucking his cum into you. you whimper quietly, feeling slightly overstimulated.

his movements come to a halt and he rests his forehead on your shoulder, panting heavily. „shit.. are you okay?“ he breaths out while stroking your sides and burrying his face in the crook of your neck.

„mhm“ you managed to hum, your tight grip on his braids lossening. tom presses lazy kisses on your neck and shoulder, breathing in your sweet scent.

after a few minutes of silence, tom lifts himself up and pulls out. he picks you up off the counter before you both start getting dressed.

you fixed your hair and makeup, noticing your mascara was smudged. you saw toms reflection in the mirror, admiring you as his expression softened.

„you’re.. beautiful“ he states, keeping eyecontact with you through the reflection while pulling you into a gentle embrace from behind.

you turn around, smiling softly as you look into his dark eyes. his eyes widen as you slide your hand into his back pocket, before withdrawing your hand.

you admire his delicate features one last time, gently grazing your hand against his soft cheek, then you turn around and confidently walk away. tom watches you disappear into the club full of drunk people before slipping his hand into that same back pocket.

he pulls out a note and his gaze fixates on what is written on it.

„0487463527 call me. y/n ♡“

toms tounge plays with his lipring, a grin immediately tugging on his face. he puts the note back into his pocket, before making his way out of the steamy bathroom.

„my kinda woman..“ he thinks to himself, his thoughts wandering off as he pushes open the heavy door.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

this is lit my first ever post ;-; i hope u guys like it <3

(the phone number is not real obvi)

#tom kaulitz #bill kaulitz #2000s #tokio hotel #smut #tom kaulitz smut

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