#but that's just a dark scenario in my head | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

uzurakis · 2 days

Note

hiii! I’m here to request a scenario (headcanon? Drabble? it doesn’t rlly matter; do whatever fits best, just as long as Yuta and Megumi is in it :3, you can add another character if you want or something!!) when the reader is being admired/stalked by another person? Like jjk men hear a snap sound and whip their head to see someone taking a picture of reader, or jjk men noticing the same person commenting + viewing reader’s social medias all the time, etc etc! It doesn’t rlly matter how you want it to play out; do what you like :3

STALKER IN SIGHT?!

featuring: fushiguro megumi. yuuta okkotsu. gojo satoru. itadori yuuji.

n. thanku for the request and the creative liberty on this one nonnie <3 have fun seeing them all protective with their own ways for you !

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

megumi and you sat together in a quaint little café, savoring the warmth of your drinks and the comfort of each other's company, a faint click disrupted the moment. lost in conversation, you barely registered the sound, but megumi's keen senses picked it up immediately.

"what’s wrong?" you asked, puzzled by the slight shift in his demeanor. “i think someone just took a photo of us," he replied, tone tinged with concern.

you glanced around, but saw no one with a camera. "really? i didn't notice anyone."

he nodded, his gaze focused on a young man a few tables away, phone in hand, a smug grin on his face. without hesitation, megumi rose from his seat, his movements purposeful yet controlled.

with a protective instinct, he strode over to the guy, calmly but firmly retrieving their phone. "i'm sorry, but i'll have to delete that photo," he said, his voice carrying a subtle warning. as for the person, they were taken aback by his assertiveness, complied without hesitation.

“thank you," your boyfriend said, his tone polite yet tinged with a subtle warning. "we do appreciate your cooperation."

with that, he returned to your table, a reassuring smile gracing his lips. "sorry about that," he said, taking a sip of his black coffee. "i just wanted to make sure our moment wasn't interrupted."

GOJO SATORU

"babe, do you feel like we're being followed?" unsure, you sounded apprehensive.

he chuckled lightly, his gaze scanning the surroundings with practiced ease. "don't worry, darling. i've got my eyes on everything. if there's anyone following us, they'll regret it."

relieved by his assurance, you relaxed, allowing yourself to get lost in the beauty of the moment. but as the evening wore on, the feeling persisted, growing stronger with each passing minute. and then, out of the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of movement, a shadow flitting among the trees.

your boyfriend noticed first. his face clouded, and a flash of rage lit in his body. "stay close to me," he said, voice low and menacing.

"alright, enough is enough," he declared, cutting through the silence like a blade. "whoever you are, show yourself.”

“you don’t wanna get on my bad side, really.”

from the shadows emerged a figure, their features obscured by the fading light. "i-i... i just wanted to... to…"

your boyfriend’s eyes narrowed and his tolerance wore thin. with a quick burst of speed, he closed the distance between them in an instant, his palm clutching the stalker's collar like a vice. "you just wanted to do what?" stalk us? follow us around like a creep?” gojo’s aura exuded an undeniable terror that sent shocks down the stalker's body.

the stalker trembled beneath his grasp, their breath coming in shallow gasps. "i... i'm sorry, i didn't mean any harm. i just... i just wanted to be close to her."

gojo's grip tightened, eyes flashing with an intensity that seemed to pierce through the darkness. “if i ever catch you following us again," he threatened, "you'll wish you'd never laid eyes on us. understood?"

ITADORI YUUJI

together, you and itadori were enjoying a serene moment in the park, laughing and chatting as a gentle breeze rustled through the trees. the silence was abruptly broken, though, by the sound of surrounding camera shutters clicking.

itadori's smile faltered as he noticed a group of guys discreetly taking photos of you both. his expression turned from confusion to annoyance, his brows furrowing in irritation.

"not cool, dude," he called out, his sound firm but not overly aggressive.

the guys turned to look at him, their faces displaying a mixture of surprise and defiance. one of them chuckled nervously, attempting to brush off itadori's remark. "hey man, just capturing the moment, you know?"

your boyfriend, however, would not have it. his movements gave off a subdued threat as he walked towards the group. "i understand, but you’re making me and my girlfriend uncomfortable. so stop it.”

taking advantage of the crowd, one of the guys moved forward with aggression, their fists balled up with rage. "who do you think you are, telling us what to do?" itadori's muscles tensed, his gaze hardening in anticipation. however, he refrained, showing strength in his control, before things might get out of hand.

the guy, taken aback by itadori's composure, hesitated for a moment before backing down, his bravado replaced by a palpable sense of fear. "o-okay, man, we'll stop," he muttered, trembling slightly.

with a final warning glance, itadori returned to your side, a huge grin painting his lips. "as i was saying," he continued, as if the whole tragedy didn’t happen a few seconds ago. “we have to watch jennifer lawrence’s new movie together, babe, okay?”

YUUTA OKKOTSU

you were laughing and chatting as you looked through the shelves of a pleasant shop with yuuta, exploring the various products on exhibit. your boyfriend trailed along behind you, half-heartedly staring at a customer's phone nearby as you moved to make a purchase.

his expression shifted subtly as he noticed the username, the same one that had been relentlessly stalking you for months, liking and commenting on your social media posts. his jaw clenched with a mixture of concern and irritation, but he maintained his composure.

leaning casually against the counter, yuuta shot a seemingly innocuous question towards the customer, his tone deceptively casual. "the girl's pretty, huh?"

the customer, caught off guard by the sudden inquiry, hesitated for a moment before reluctantly answering, "y-yeah, she is."

with a small, knowing smile, yuuta straightened up, his gaze piercing as he delivered his response. "well, sucks for you, that's my girlfriend."

the customer's eyes widened in realization, a flush of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. "i-i didn't mean any harm, i swear," he stammered.

yuuta's expression softened slightly, but his tone remained firm. "i don't care what your intentions were. you've been making her uncomfortable for months, and that ends now. stop stalking her, or you'll have me to deal with."

the customer nodded hastily, his hands trembling as he pocketed his phone and made a hasty exit, leaving behind a palpable sense of relief in his wake.

turning back to you with a soft smile, yuuta wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. "what happened?" you asked with a chuckle, he was suddenly clinging onto you.

"nah, just grateful i have the prettiest girlfriend alive."

@uzurakis — rqs are open <3

447 notes · View notes

worldofkuro · 2 days

Note

idk if it sounds selfish but i need more comfort in my life rn, so i wanna ask for help.

if it's not really a big deal, i wanna see some comfort between alastor and reader when they were teens. maybe after he already told her that he wants to marry her, and something made her feel insecure and bad about herself. so she called Marie and ask Alastor to come, so she could lie down in his arms and listen him telling her that he loves her anyway.

or any other plots because I'll be okay with everything if it's fluff. thank you.

Of course dearest, anything for you to feel better. For those who will notice it, their last sentence is from the song “ Follow You” by Bring me the Horizon. I love this song and I thought it was pretty fitting. So here ,my dear, this scenario isn’t very long but I hope it will make you feel better.

Follow You

You were coming back from school, trying to contain your tears.

You had told Alice about Alastor’s wedding proposal and she was excited for you but some other girls heard you and made fun of you. How could a man see you desirable enough to be his wife? Most of the time, you didn’t care about their vile words, but you didn’t know why, today it was hurtful. Of course, Alice had taken your side immediately swearing at them like a sailor.

You didn’t greet your parents as you went immediately into your bedroom, hiding yourself under the blankets. You couldn’t even look at yourself in the mirror. Were you even worth being Alastor’s wife? He would always say you were “endearingly stupid”, did it mean he saw you as a stupid girl? Was he manipulating you?

Were you worth being special to someone’s heart?

You jerked your head up as you heard a knock on your window. You wiped your eyes and saw Alastor, his fist against the glass, staring at you. You opened the window quickly, scared he would fall.

“ Alastor, what are you doing here?”

“ I heard my mother talking with yours through the telephone, saying you didn’t feel well, so I came to check on you.” he entered your room, looking at you. You saw his eyes stopped at your tearied one. You tried to look away but he gripped your face, making sure he could watch your expression. “ Who?”

“ What..?”

“ Who made you cry?” he said with a gentle smile but his eyes had a dark glint.

“ No one.. It’s just… Am I worth it , Alastor?”

You gasped as Alastor forced you to lay on your bed, pushing something soft in your arms. Looking down on it you almost cried some more as you saw Eamon staring back at you. You squeezed it against your chest as Alastor laid next to you, observing your face.

“ Dearest, you’re just like a jewel. Being desired by people and those who can't have you are jealous. You are like a fresh breeze in summer, so short and yet so welcomed. You are much more than how you perceive yourself.”

“ But.. I feel like I’m going to be a useless wife…”

“ Hah! You, my dear, a useless wife? You could be doing nothing at home, as long as you are waiting for me, I would feel the happiest. But why would you think that? You have always been to my side, always accepted me. Why would I choose someone else to be next to me for my entire life? How could I look at anyone else now that my eyes have seen you?”

“ Alastor.. Do you love me…?”

He looked perplexed but wrapped his arms around your body, staring at your eyes without blinking.

“ I don’t know what love is about. But if loving you is wanting to devour you all, to protect you, you have your attention on me all the time, then I guess.. that I love you. But please, dearest, remember that even though I adore you, more than anything, my love is tainted with darkness. No matter how much I’m obsessed with you, I’ll drag you down to hell with me. I'm telling you, you're all I need, I promise you, you're all I see. I’ll never leave.” he stared at you, waiting for your answer.

“ I’ll follow you.’ you breathed, staring at his chocolate eyes. “So dig two graves because when you die, I swear I'll be leaving by your side. So you can drag me through hell, I’ll follow you.” you smiled sweetly at him as he beamed at your words, his cheeks flushed. He squeezed you against his body, Eamon between the both of you.

You would always be together, the both of you. Alastor would always be by your side, like a curse, clawing at you to keep you from leaving, even if you would never think such a thing.

Your love was twisted, tainted in dark obsession but it was perfect for the both of you. Maybe people wouldn’t consider it as love, but you knew deep inside, Alastor would always chase after you if you were to run away. If you were to run away because of your feelings, your fears, everything, the only person who would chase you would be Alastor. And you knew he would never stop.

He would follow you.

169 notes · View notes

xxdark-obsessionxx · 2 days

Note

I’m a big sucker for Psych Au fics. Reader is a cis female doctor who treats Tord with kindness. He becomes obsessed with her. Refuses to talk to any other doctor.

Tord is always on his best behavior for her which leads her to let her guard down.

BIG MISTAKE

I was supposed to be asleep five hours ago but I couldn’t until I finished this. Just know that in my heart, this takes place in Arkham. Also I'm super rusty so I apologize if anything feels off/wonky.

CW: Noncon

Dark themes ahead, please read at your own discretion and keep yourself safe. This is a work of fiction and I do not condone or support scenarios like this in real life

_____________________________________________

“You dropped this.”

The man stares at you wide eyed as you hand him his lighter. He stands, rigid. You give him a gentle smile and press it into his palm, your other hand curling around the back of his hand.

“I know there’s no fluid in it, so you don’t have to worry about me taking it,” you say to him. You pat his hand and step away.

The man turns fully towards you and you’re able to read the name sewed onto his shirt.

“I-” the man- Tord- swallows hard. He quickly pockets the lighter. “Thank you.”

You give him another smile and walk past him. He had seemed to be going the same way as you but he never caught up. Nor did you hear footsteps behind you. Once you reach the director’s office, he leaves your thoughts. You were absolutely determined to make a good first impression on your first day of the job.

The man you met earlier had turned out to be your first patient. And oh boy, what a patient he was. Like you had promised yourself you weren’t going to judge any of these people but god damn. His file was thick. At least twenty papers were inside the manilla folder you had received from the head director’s office. Maybe even more.

You’d never know if you kept standing outside the director’s office gawking at it. You take a deep breath. Going through it sitting down was probably a good idea. As you make your way to the breakroom, your grip on the folder is tight, trying your best to make sure you don’t drop it and reveal your patient's file.

Thankfully, it doesn’t take you long to get to the breakroom. A few people were there but they paid you no mind. They sit, hunched over lunch or their own files. You sit and start to read.

Løvik Tord

3 7 2 5 9

DOB: 1995

Age: 28

Hair: Dark brown with lighter brown roots

Eye: Silver

You end up skimming through this until you get to the bottom of the page. It wasn’t… pretty.

CASE INFORMATION:

Tord is a violent man. He is aggressive, manipulative, and has a short temper. Many doctors have tried working with him to no avail. He does not respond kindly to Dr.Casey (see page 5), Dr.Bonnie (see page 8), Dr.Roxy (see page 12), or Dr.Harley (see page 15).

He is extremely aggressive towards Dr. Bruce (see page 20).

You stop reading there, your chest feeling tight. You flip to page twenty. It’s not the last page like you had hoped. There were still…. Quite a bit in the file.

Dr.Bruce has tried everything he can to help Tord. He has tried finding common ground with the patient. Has tried being lax and strict with Tord’s schedule. Has tried working with Tord and letting him sit outside. Tord had found every loophole and burned every bridge until Dr.Bruce stopped lenient treatments. Tord stabbed Dr.Bruce fifteen times before guards made their way into the room.

It is unknown how and where he had gotten his hands on a sharp long blade. Tord was seen licking the blood of-

“Don’t worry if you can’t fix him. At this point, Doctor Markman hands his case off to fresh blood to showcase this place. No one expects you to be able to tame him.”

You startle at the voice, goosebumps raised on your arms. “I’m sorry?” you ask with a polite smile. Anger clouded your fear. What the hell was this person talking about?

The doctor, Alice, her name tag reads, smiles at you.

“Nearly everyone has tried working with him at this point,” she continues. “No one expects him to ever get better. He's here for murder, after all.”

You give her a tight smile in return. “I’ll just have to see for myself.”

Before she can keep going, you straighten up the papers and close the folder.

“I appreciate the advice, but I must be going now,” you lie through your teeth. What bullshit! What kind of doctors run this place?

You actually hadn’t needed to be anywhere for another thirty minutes but if this conversation continued you wouldn’t be able to hold your tongue. Everyone can be saved. With compassion and kindness and help, no one was beyond redemption. Or too far gone for help.

You storm out of the breakroom and wander.

“I was hoping I’d see you again.”

Tord grins at you as he’s escorted in. His hands are cuffed and before he can sit down, the guard pats him down.

It makes your stomach churn but you keep your face kind.

“It’s nice to see you too,” you greet. You watch cautiously as he sits down in the plush chair. The guard leaves the room.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

It’s silent enough to hear the clock as the two of you study each other. He seems to drink you in, eyes wandering up and down, seeming to take in everything. You’d do the same if you weren’t a professional.

“You used to dye your hair?”

Tord raises an eyebrow. He tilts his head a little, eyes focused solely on you. It unnerves you almost as much as his file had. No patient of yours had ever stared at you so intensely in the past….

After a moment, he answers. “Yes. I fancied black quite a bit.” He gestures towards his roots. “It’s been a while since Bruce got me more dye. No one else will.”

“I could look into it,” you clasp your hands, jumping into this opportunity. “I can’t promise anything, but I’ll talk to Doctor Marksman.”

“And what do you want from me in return?”

“I’m sorry?”

His gaze hardens. “What. do. You. want.” He grinds out, his body rigid in the chair. His hands were clenched.

Without thinking, puzzlement falls across your face. What did he mean? What did you want? For him to get better, obviously.

“I want you to be at ease with your mental health,” you answer, still looking puzzled. “I don’t want anything else from this job but that. I’m not dangling hair dye in front of you in exchange. I want you to feel comfortable in your skin and at home here, Mr.Løvik.”

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

“Is that really what you want?” Tord asks, an emotion you can’t quite place in his voice. “To help me get better?”

Whatever it may be, you smile at him.

“Of course. I want nothing but to see you succeed and be happy here.”

Things were easier after that first session. You always started off kindly, asking Tord how his day was going. If his favorite show or movie had aired on the television today.If his favorite food had been served that morning or afternoon. If he slept fine through the dreadful storm.

(“I know I wasn’t,” you had laughed. “I tossed and turned, jumping at each sound all night.”

“I’m sure your boyfriend was quite displeased.”

“Oh,” you chuckle. “Well, no. I have a cat but no boyfriend. I was too busy getting my decree to ever really mingle like that. Though, my poor little man was also distraught at all the thunder last night. He yowled at my door until I let him into my room and he curled up on my bed. I’ll bring pictures next time.”)

Too well for you and only you. Tord refused to talk to anyone but you. He would sit in silence or insult other doctors during his sessions. In one instance, he broke a new doctor’s nose. The poor guy had quit on the spot, cussing Tord and the whole place out as he was escorted to the medical section.

You were tense the next few sessions but that violent man was nowhere to be found. He kept his cuffed hands right in front where you can see them at all times. He never lunged from you. In fact, barely ever moved in his chair.

Tord was easygoing. Polite, charming, even. He took any medications he needed obediently and put up no fuss when you’d have him describe in later sessions how he was feeling and if he was feeling any negative side effects.

He asked about your cat. About how your favorite show was going. If the movie you were looking forward to has come out yet. If your favorite restaurant down the street from your apartment was still closed for renovations.

Eventually, enough time had passed that you relaxed. You stopped keeping your eyes trained on his hands. You stopped worrying yourself sick about his body language. You focused on his treatments and his mental health.

If he was going to hurt me he would have done so by now, you thought to yourself after your latest session with Tord. He was doing so much better than he had been doing six months ago. It seemed as if you were really making a difference, helping him improve.

It had been three months since he last fought another patient. Two months since he assaulted another doctor. And five months since he refused treatment of any kind.

You step outside the building and take a deep breath. A dopey smile sticks to your face as you walk to your car. Becoming a doctor was the best choice you’ve ever made. Nothing was more rewarding than helping people. Not even this cloudy weather could bring you down.

In fact, nothing tried to drag your mood down. There was no traffic on the way home. Some asshole hadn’t parked in your assigned parking spot again in the parking lot of your apartment. And your sweet cat hadn’t knocked his little box over again.

You happily reheat your leftovers and watch tv for a while before you get ready for bed. Unfortunately, your mood does come crashing down.

In the middle of the night, thunder wakes you. You jolt up, scrambling for your phone. Your hands come up empty. Shit, you think. I left it charging in the kitchen. Ugh. Oh well, you don’t need to look at your phone to see it is late and storming.

Another loud sound booms through your apartment. Only this time, it sounds like a crash.

“It’s just thunder,” you tell yourself. “Nothing to be afraid of.” You lay back down. Your eyes shut and you’re just about drifting to sleep when your door creeks open.

You bolt up, knowing damn well that your cat can’t open doors and you freeze.

Your heart races as your mind tries to process just who was in front of you.

“Tord?” you whimper, hands shaking. But that can’t be. That was impossible. He was supposed to be sleeping soundly in his room with the soundproof headphones you got him. He didn’t like storms. The thunder reminded him too much of gunshots and made him restless.

Useless information floods your brain.

“I’m home, sweetheart,” he rasps. His grin is soft in the moonlight. He reaches over to flick on your bedroom light.

He’s gentle he’s kind he’s sweet he’s-

He’s covered in blood.

Tord steps forward and you’re frozen in bed. His eyes are wild as they drink you in. There’s blood on his hands. In his hair. Splatters on his face.

“Oh honey how I’ve dreamed of this,” he croons at the foot of your bed. “Your apartment is just as cute as you described.”

He grabs the edge of your blanket and pulls it off. His smile grows sappy. “You did go for the red pants like I suggested.” He giggles, staring between your legs. “I wonder if there’s a match beneath them.”

That snaps you out of your shocked stupor. You scramble off your bed, slamming your head hard against your nightstand as you try to avoid Tord’s lunging grasp.

You lay fetal on the floor, tears in your eyes as you clutch your head. “Fuck,” you hiss.

Tord clicks his tongue. He slowly climbs off your bed, crouching next to you. “My poor clumsy sweetheart.”

You feel his hands in your hair.

“What do you want?” you gasp. Fear and pain mix as you start to cry into your carpet.

His hands stroke your hair.

“You.”

With that, you’re powerless to stop him as he scoops you up into his arms. You thrash as he dumps you back onto your bed, pinning you down.

“I know you're scared but it’s ok. I’ll be gentle, my love. So gentle.”

Your mind can’t wrap your head around what’s happening. Tord isn’t supposed to be tying your wrists to your headboard. He isn’t supposed to be kissing your neck and grinding his hard arousal between your legs. He isn’t supposed to be in your home.

“Such a good girl, staying still for me,” Tord says softly as he pulls back. He slides your pants down. Disappoint clouds his eyes when he sees your panties aren’t red but it’s deepened when he pulls those down and you’re barely wet.

“It’s ok sweets. I’ll figure out what gets you going. There’s nothing to be ashamed of in needing help.”

Anger wells in your chest as Tord fishes for something in one of his pockets. How dare he. How dare he parrot your own advice back at you. As if this was a simple therapy session. As if you were the patient and he was the doctor wanting to help.

“Get off me!” you snarl. “You know this isn’t right Tord. Y-you’re sick! You need help!”

Tord stops what he’s doing to stare dead eyed at you. He plucks a clean rag off your nightstand and stuffs it into your mouth.

“Enough of that,” he scolds. “You need this as much as I do. In fact, doctors orders.”

He grins at his own twisted joke. He fishes through his pockets again and pulls out a small bottle of lube. “Yes, just what my love needs. A good thorough fuck.”

You desperately try to spit the rag out but your mouth is too dry. You twist and tug your wrists but to no avail. This was happening. Your gentle, sweet patient was going to take your virginity.

Tord carefully squirts lube onto his fingers, rubbing them together. He parts your folds, humming appreciatively as he rubs your clit.

“That’s it, my good girl. Get nice and wet for me.”

You feel sick. Against your will, his crooning and his touches stir up arousal inside you. You close your eyes as he gently fingers you as if he was searching for something.

A minute later, your eyes fly open as he jabs something horrible. Your pussy grows slick from it, pleasure building in your lower stomach.

“There it is.”

You shake your head violently. Not there, you try to plead with your eyes. Anywhere but there!

But Tord merely smiles at you and ruthlessly abuses that spot. Over and over his fingers jab and curl, rubbing it. You squeeze your eyes tight, small moans making their way out of your throat as pleasure jolts through you.. His thumb strokes your clit and you cum embarrassedly fast. You stare at the ceiling and wish you hadn’t wanted to cum at all.

“Good girl,” Tord praises. He pulls his fingers out, eying them appreciatively. He sticks them in his mouth and sucks, moaning. “So sweet. But I’m too impatient to try it from the source. You’ll have to forgive me, my love.”

Panic jolts up your spine as you feel his tip pressing against your entrance. You try to climb up your bed rest but you only achieve getting a little higher up on your pillows. Tord sighs and presses forward.

“It’ll hurt for a moment but I promise this will feel good,” Tord tries to soothe. He picks up the lube and squeezes more into his palm and strokes himself.

You hate him. You hate him with all your heart.

He pushed forward and once again, you squeezed your eyes tight. His hand roughly grabs your throat.

“Eyes on me,” he snaps. “I want to see how good I make you feel.”

The fear overturns the pain and you quickly open your eyes. He pushes further in, reaching down to run your clit.

Tord rocks his hips a little, eyes starstruck as he stares down at you. “You’re getting wetter,” he mumbles to himself. A grin spreads across his face.

His hips snap forward, setting a firm pace. He stops rubbing your clit to grab under your thighs. He lifts them up and pushes until they’re almost touching your breasts.

He thrusts harder and-

You squeal, bucking your hips as he hits that horrible spot. You can’t stop bucking your hips, jolts of pleasure stabbing your stomach and stars in your eyes.

Tord pressed closer to you, caging you in. He holds your gaze intensely, panting a little. His eyes dart between your face and your bouncing tits.

Like earlier, you cum fast. This one hits you harder. And Tord doesn’t stop.

You cum again and he pulls out. “Move and I’ll beat your ass with a belt,” he growls. He pulls out a switchblade and cuts the rope off your headboard. He’s quick to tie your wrists together.

You find yourself on your stomach, ass up. Tord firmly holds your hips. He enters again, pressing down against you. Caging you against the mattress as he pounds into your pussy hard. By the time you’re cumming again, he finally cums with you.

You’re crying by this point. Overstimulation has you cringing, your pussy tingling as he pulls out. Once again, you start to panic. Tord had come inside you. You thrash underneath him.

“Stop that,” he hisses, slapping your ass hard. You cry harder as he does it another three times. And another, until you finally go still.

You hear Tord sigh harshly. “I need to be patient with you,” he mumbles to himself. He gets off of you and you hear him leave the room.

He’s back within minutes, holding a wet hand towel. You’re gently turned over onto your back and he softly cleans you up. You can’t look at him.

“Mrrow.”

Your heart jolts. Your cat jumps onto the bed, purring as Tord pets him with his clean hand. Traitor.

“You rest while I pack,” Tord says softly. He leans down to press a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll grab everything you need and love for our new home.”

He climbs off the bed and leaves the room again. He comes back with duffel bags. Your cat paddles up to you and curls up next to you. He purrs hard as you sob your eyes out.

#tw yandere #yandere #tw noncon #yandere noncon #yandere tord x reader #cw noncon #cw yandere #yandere smut #yandere lemon #noncon tw #noncon cw #yandere x reader #yandere fic #yandere tord #yandere x you #tw dark fic #yandere sinsworld #sinsworld

151 notes · View notes

c0llisiion · 21 hours

Text

Pairing : min yoongi + f!reader

★: drabble, corruption kink, fingering , fellacio mention , lots of nicknames, virgin!reader — lmk if i missed any!!

W/C: 585

A/N: IM BACK. FINALLY. This took longer than expected cus i was slacking off a lot 😭 but here ya go! Tysm to anon for rq this! It’s my first time writing corruption so please. Have mercy on me.

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ This is strictly fiction. Any scenario or situation should not be taken seriously. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

Yoongi is a big fan of corruption kink. There’s literally no doubt.

He loves watching your innocent eyes look up at him, all glossy and bright, as he slowly sinks you down on his lengthy cock. He breathes out heavily. The way your soft lips and tongue wrap around him and the way you look at him for guidance. “Thats right.. just like that doll… taking me in so well.. you’re doing such a good job f’ me…” You couldn’t help but blush at his remarks, immediately feeling yourself pool in your panties.

When he found out you were still a virgin, he couldn’t help but get excited. He loved the idea of molding you just the way he wanted to.

Your back rested against his chest as his slender fingers guided your own tiny fingers down your glistening slit. Soft whimpers and whines escaped your lips as yoongi teased your needy cunt. “How does it feel, baby? Doesn’t it feel good..?” You nodded while breathing shakily. “Gonna make you feel good , ‘kay? Thats why im here.. gonna make you feel so good, you wouldn’t need anyone else..” he whispered lewdly in your ear before licking your lobe.

He pushed your fingers inside your sopping hole, and you couldn’t help but gasp at the contact. Your virgin hole stretched out to the size of yours and yoongis fingers combined, making you writhe and whine. “Behave yourself doll..” he said, landing a small slap on your sensitive clit making you buck your hips. “…or else im gonna leave you right here and not touch you ever, got that?” You gulped before nodding, holding onto his arm that was wrapped around your shoulders as you closed your eyes and let the feeling take over. “Relax baby..” you exhale softly as you feel his fingers inch inside your cunt.

Loud squelches bounced off the walls, indicating how needy you were. “nasty little girl… you are so fucking wet..” he whispers in your ear before his hand drops to your throbbing clit and starts drawing small circles on it. You gasp and shiver as he continues playing with your clit and you can feel yourself getting wetter with each tug. Your fingers feel a spongy mound on the wall of your vagina. You throw your head back as yoongi curls your finger into the mound. “Feel that doll..? Thats your gspot… it’s supposed to make you feel even better.” Yoongi pressed onto the mound more, as well as stimulating your swollen clit. You moan lewdly, earning a dark chuckle from the older man. “Y-yoongi… feels weird..” the small circles turned into rough tugging and pinching as he heard your words.

You couldn’t help but whimper at the action. “T-too much..!” You try pushing his hand away. “No no baby… that means you’re almost there.. dont you want to come around my fingers? Dont you want to make me proud? Aren’t you my big girl?” You whine and nod. “Dont worry.. i will help you through it, Do you trust me?” You look up at him before giving him a big nod. He smiles at you before increasing his pace.

Your combined fingers went in and out of your sloppy hole as you almost reached your high. Your breathing started faltering, and then all of a sudden you see stars as a stream of warm, clear liquid leaks out of your cunt. Yoongi smirked at the mess you made and placed a kiss on your head. “My nasty girl.”

A/n : THANK YEW FOR READINGGG might be a little rusty so please excuse it 🙇🙇🙇🙇 this was supposed to be a blowjob drabble but i changed my mind 💀 BUT I JS LOVED THE IDEA OF THE BJ THING SO I KEPT IT. might write more on that hehehe

Mastetlist! :3

#౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ yun’s silly fics #bts smut #bts #suga smut #yoongi smut #bts reactions #bts x reader #bts army #bts fanfic #bts headcanons #bts scenarios #yoongi x y/n #yoongi x you #yoongi x reader #yoongi scenarios #suga x reader #suga scenario #bts suga #suga

138 notes · View notes

underacalicosky · 2 days

Text

I continue to torture myself with fix-it scenarios where Anakin just can't handle seeing Obi-Wan having an emotional meltdown and gives up the dark side as a result. What if Obi-Wan was a wibbly mess on Mustafar?

“Until now, you’ve become the very thing you swore to destroy.”

“Don’t lecture me, Obi-Wan. I see—“

“Lecture you?!” Obi-Wan snaps suddenly, his voice bellowing. “You think I came here to lecture you?”

His sharp tone makes Anakin take a step back. He sucks in a shaky breath and straightens his posture, refusing to be rattled. As he opens his mouth to respond, Obi-Wan continues interrupting him.

“No, Anakin, I lecture you for staying up too late. For not folding your tunics properly.” His voice gets progressively louder and more impatient. “For not getting enough fiber in your diet! I’m not here to lecture you. I was sent here to kill you!” Obi-Wan yells.

Anakin knows it’s the reason why Obi-Wan is here, but to hear him say the words, with such certainty, makes his heart plummet. He’d hoped, with whatever little hope was left, that he wouldn’t have to fight Obi-Wan. His chest aches, knowing that this is how it must end. But he ignores the weakness that still lives in him and draws on the dark side for strength. The Force ripples around them when he pulls on it.

“And kill the rest of myself along with you,” Obi-Wan says furiously. “Part of me has already died.” He fixes Anakin with an intense stare, a seething fire in his eyes.

Taking another deep breath, Anakin narrows his eyes and returns his glare. He’s never seen Obi-Wan angry like this. It frightens him, but he keeps pacing like he's a caged wild animal because he can’t let it show.

“It died when you knelt in front of a Sith lord and proclaimed him your Master!” Obi-Wan’s face twists with uncontrolled and un-Jedi-like rage. “It died knowing that you would trade me for him. Do I mean that little to you?” he demands, spreading his hands and arms out in front of him. “I poured all of myself into training you and raising you and—”

With matching ferocity, Anakin shakes his head. “This isn’t about you!” Anakin yells, pointing at him.

“Of course it’s about me!” Obi-Wan yells back. “Your mother entrusted you to Qui-Gon and he entrusted you to me. Do you know what it was like everyday being scared out of my mind that I would let them down? That I would let you down?”

This is not Obi-Wan. Anakin was prepared for Obi-Wan to use reason. To remain somewhat collected as he projected his disappointment. Perhaps confronting Anakin with all the ways he’s violated the Jedi code, betrayed the Republic and democracy.

Obi-Wan’s skillfully talked circles around politicians, foreign royalty, the Jedi Council and kept his emotions at bay every time.

But this… Anakin is unprepared for this.

“No,” Anakin says with another shake of his head. “No, I made these choices,” he insists.

“Maybe I should’ve left the Order with you. We would’ve found our own way.” Obi-Wan was lost in his own thoughts, his eyes ticking everywhere at once, unable to focus. “And I wouldn’t have had to train you to be a soldier. Wouldn’t have dragged you through a war. Wouldn’t have let Palpatine near you.”

“I never wanted to be a burden!” Anakin cries.

“You weren’t a burden! You were my brother, Anakin! My greatest joy!” Obi-Wan screams. “What could I have done differently to stop this?” Obi-Wan asks, nearly begging.

With his fists balled at his sides, Anakin holds onto the last vestiges of his resolve. He can’t let Obi-Wan break him.

“We can’t change the past,” Anakin says, his voice hollow.

“Did I not love you enough?” Obi-Wan asks sadly, tears streaming down his face.

Instinctively, Anakin reaches for him through their bond, a habit formed from years of training and bickering and teasing and laughing and to his horror, it recoils and his heart shatters.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Anakin stomps his foot. He can’t have both. He can’t embrace the dark side to exploit its unnatural powers and still expect to find comfort in the golden and pure light that tethers him to Obi-Wan.

Anakin Skywalker has made a lot of choices in the last day. And here, he makes another.

With his head hung, he relaxes his hands and releases. The ground beneath them shakes as the dark, consuming anger bleeds from him.

Again he touches their bond, tenderly. Lovingly. Apologetically.

“I can’t change the past, but help me change the future,” Anakin sobs. “Please. We need to save Padmé. And the baby.”

Finally, Obi-Wan blinks as he snaps out of his trance. His eyes lock on Padme’s unmoving form on the ground and Anakin sees the moment that Obi-Wan realizes his renewed purpose.

“Yes. Get her onto the ship,” Obi-Wan says with the authority of a war General. “I’ll make sure 3PO and Artoo are both accounted for and have them help me find the nearest medical facility,” Obi-Wan says.

“If the Republic finds me… after what I’ve done…”

“Then we need to be careful where we go so they won’t find us,” Obi-Wan tells him and glances at Padmé, then back at Anakin before he boards the ship.

#obikin #obikin fix-it #it's obikin but not obikin #you understand

110 notes · View notes

mintsbubbletea · 2 days

Text

𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨 - 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬

Word Count: 976

Contains: Gender Neutral reader, no pronouns used,Nothing bad lol

Proof read and Edited

A/N: thanks to @slayfics for the idea tehehehehehehehhe

You tapped your foot impatiently while perched on the edge of your bed, eagerly awaiting Shinso's message signaling the all clear. It had been a nerve-wracking 10 minutes since his last text, and your mind raced with worry that he might have been caught by a teacher - the worst-case scenario. Just as you were about to give in to your anxiety, a notification sound broke the silence. Snatching up your phone, you read his message with a grin, quickly throwing on a sweater before quietly slipping out of your dorm room.

After checking that the coast was clear, you shut the door behind you and made your way to the elevator. Stepping inside as soon as it arrived on your floor, you pressed the button for the ground level. The doors slid shut, and you descended to the lobby. As you stepped out into the lounge, you breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing that no one else was around.

"Where do you think you're going?" a voice suddenly rang out. Startled, you gasped and frantically scanned the room before your eyes landed on Tokoyami seated on the floor, engrossed in a book with Dark Shadow snoozing in his lap.

"Fucking hell, Tokoyami," you exclaimed, placing a hand on your racing heart. You could feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins. He chuckled, setting his book down on the table. "Couldn't sleep?" you asked, walking up to him. He nodded, his gaze fixed on you. "Always, and what about you? You didn't answer my question," he smirked, already knowing the answer. You smiled, rolling your eyes playfully. "I'm going to see Hitoshi."

"Again? Didn't you see him last night? Around the same time as now?" he inquired, his observation skills on point. "You're quite observant," you blushed. "Could you keep an eye out for Aizawa?" you requested. He nodded. "Of course. Have fun," he said as you quickly left the dorm, stepping into the darkness of the night. The cold air hit your face as you made your way towards Shinso's dorm, where you would meet halfway and spend an hour or two together before heading back and getting some sleep.

As you walked, you finally caught sight of the familiar face you had been longing to see. "Hey," he greeted you with a soft smile, his black hoodie pulled up to his chin to keep warm. "Hi," you smiled back, leaning up to give him a gentle peck on the lips. "What took you so long?" you asked, remembering the seemingly endless ten minutes you had spent waiting.

"Sorry, there were a lot of my classmates around. I had to wait until there were only a few left," he explained, and you nodded in understanding. Unable to resist, you wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face into his chest, seeking his comforting warmth. His arms instinctively pulled you closer. "Are you enjoying yourself there?" he chuckled softly, feeling your face nuzzling against his chest. "Mhm," you chuckled, missing his scent even though you had seen him just yesterday. Eventually, you pulled away and settled down on a nearby bench together.

After 20 minutes of chatting and venting, a notification from Tokoyami popped up on your phone.

"Heads up. Aizawa is on his way," the message read. You quickly showed the text to Shinso, and both of you jumped up, ready to leave. However, your excitement was short-lived when you heard a voice interrupting your plans.

"Not so fast," the voice chimed in. You and Shinso turned around to find a tired and irritated Aizawa standing before you. "Mr. Aizawa," you began, but he cut you off. "Y/n, Shinso, you both know the rules. You can't leave the campus after hours, especially without a teacher's knowledge," he said, rubbing his weary eyes. "What are you two doing out here?" he questioned.

"We were just talking, sir," Shinso replied softly, sensing the tension in the air. "Talking?" Aizawa repeated, clearly not convinced.

"Yes, we just wanted to spend some time together. We don't really have the opportunity during the day, so this was our only chance to see each other," you explained, trying to gauge his reaction. "I'm sorry," you added, feeling remorseful.

"How many?" Aizawa asked, his gaze shifting between you and Shinso.

You and Shinso exchanged glances before turning back to face Mr. Aizawa. "What?" he inquired, clearly confused.

Aizawa let out a sigh, his frustration evident. "How many times have you two been sneaking off? I want the truth," he demanded. Shinso's gaze dropped to the ground, feeling a sense of shame for getting caught by his mentor while trying to see you. "It's been happening for the past two weeks," he admitted reluctantly. You reached out and took his hand, gently rubbing it with your thumb to provide comfort.

"Well, that ends now," Aizawa declared firmly, and you nodded in agreement. "It won't happen again," Shinso assured, his eyes still fixed on the ground. "I'll drop you off at the 1-A dorm every night and pick you up after two hours. Is that enough time for you?" Shinso's head snapped up in surprise, and after a few seconds of freezing up, you squeezed his hand and he soon replied, "Yes, thank you, Mr. Aizawa," with a soft smile. Aizawa nodded before walking away. "You have 10 minutes left. Then you guys have to part ways."

Once Aizawa left, Shinso looked down at you, his hands still holding your waist as he leaned in to kiss your ear. "I didn't expect him to make such an offer," you spoke up, laughing softly at his affectionate gesture. "Me either… but I guess he likes seeing me happy," Shinso mused mostly to himself.

"I'm just glad we don't have to sneak off anymore," you said, relieved. "As long as I get to see you, I don't mind."

tags: @slayfics Lmk if you wanna be added 🐸

#mha fanfiction #mha #mha x reader #my hero academia #mintsbubbletea #bnha #hitoshi shinsou #bnha shinso hitoshi #hitoshi shinso x reader #shinsou #shinsou hitoshi #shinso #hitoshi shinso x y/n #shinso hitoshi #mha shinsou #boku no hero academia #shinsou x reader

77 notes · View notes

archangeldyke-all · 21 hours

Note

threesome with sev and ran?

you sent this in 3 days ago, anon, and i've been having SOOOO. so sososo soooo many thoughts since then. this might all just be horny gibberish, i'm so worked up by this idea.

men and minors dni

i like all scenarios of how the three of you get together. i like the idea that you and sevika ask ran to join you; that the two of them are dating and pick you out in a crowd and seduce you; but most of all: i like the idea that sevika just kinda bullies her way into you and ran's relationship.

she likes you. she likes ran. the two of you are always making out at work in front of her, and she likes that an awful lot too.

one night as the three of you are hanging out and chatting after the last drop's closed, you in ran's lap, running your hands through their hair, sevika takes one big swig from the bottle of whiskey in front of her and decides to just go for it.

lightning fast, she reaches across the table separating you from her and grabs your collar, tugging you out of ran's lap and halfway over the table, planting a solid kiss on your lips.

you pull away with a shocked gasp, and behind you, you can feel ran rise.

"what the fuck was that se--mph!" ran's cut off when sevika pulls them across the table and kisses them just like she'd kissed you.

except, ran gets a little bit of tongue in their kiss, and you're confused to find yourself a little bit jealous. of sevika or ran, you don't quite know.

when they pull away, ran's lips are a little swollen, their cheeks are pink and their eyes are glossy. your stomach flips over at the sight, and then you look across the table at sevika.

she's smiling, her eyes darting between you and your partner, a dark, predatory look in her eye. "so... do you two wanna head back to my place? i've got a big enough bed for the three of us."

ran's eyes dart to yours, half panicked, half horny. you bite back a giggle, still trying to wrap your mind around the situation, then hold one finger up at sevika and tug ran out of the little nook your table's in.

"do you wan--" you both start at the same moment. you burst into giggles, and ran darts forward to kiss you.

"i mean, you're always talkin' about her arms." ran says. you giggle.

"oh, please, you were the one who was waxing poetic about her ass the other day!"

"baby, you should've seen it! she's always wearing that damn cape but i'm telling you--"

you cut ran off with another quick kiss, snorting. "why don't we just take her home and i can see for myself?" you ask. ran grins.

"...wanna see if we can make her beg? she's always bossin' us around, i wanna boss her a bit too." ran whispers. you grin.

"see, this is why i love you." you giggle.

the walk to sevika's is quick, spent groping and sneaking quick kisses. when you get to her place, she offers to give you a tour, only for ran to laugh in her face and drag her by the collar toward the bed.

you follow behind, giddily.

ran pushes sevika to sit on the edge of the bed, giving her a nice, sloppy kiss before pulling away and looking at you for direction. you chuckle.

"c'mere." you whisper. ran's by your side in an instant, their hand around your waist as you study sevika where she squirms on her bed. ran starts kissing down your neck, and you giggle as you speak. "you wanna play a game?" you whisper.

"yesh." ran mumbles against your neck. you snort and elbow them, then wait for sevika, the one you asked, to answer.

"fuck yes." she says, nodding and licking her lips. you giggle and nod.

"here're the rules. i ask you a question, and if you answer truthfully, i let ran give you a reward." you offer. "and then, it's ran's turn to ask the question, and i get to reward you."

"fuck. yes." sevika nods eagerly. you giggle.

"okay. how long have you wanted to fuck us?" you ask.

sevika squirms a bit in her seat. ran chuckles against your neck.

"weak ass question."

"fuck off, you'll get your turn."

"since i walked in on you two fuckin' in silco's office." sevika's voice cuts in. "couldn't get it outta my head. then i started thinkin' about you guys fuckin' in my office and..." she trails off. ran giggles, nips your neck, then approaches sevika on the bed.

they trail their fingers up her flesh arm, across her shoulder, down her chest and between her breasts, fiddling with the button of her shirt. sevika nods, and ran grins, their metal finger slicing through the clasps easily. you bite your lip as sevika's chest is revealed to you. "no bra?" ran teases. sevika huffs.

"that's my reward?"

ran doesn't answer. instead, they reach forward and pinch sevika's nipple between their fingers. sevika squeaks and smacks ran's hand, blushing as you laugh at her.

"she's pretty, isn't she?" ran asks under their breath. sevika gulps, her eyes darting up and down your body where you stand, and she nods. "tell me how you think about fuckin' her."

you whimper. ran grins evilly, and sevika's eyes go dark at the sound. you wait for a moment, eager to hear her words, in love with your partner for knowing just what to ask her to get you going.

"fuck. i wanna get my strap inside her. wanna sit her on my face and eat her out til she's shak--"

you can't stop yourself from stepping forward, pushing ran out of your way, and sweeping sevika up in a hot kiss as you straddle her lap.

her hands land on your ass, squeezing, and your fingers sink in her hair as you start to grind on her. ran snorts, then pulls their shirt and bra off beside the two of you.

you push sevika down so she's flat on the bed, and ran stops you with a hand before you can follow her with your mouth. you huff, sitting up on her crotch to study her as your partner climbs on the bed beside her. "your turn to ask a question, baby." ran reminds you.

"you wanna eat my pussy, sev?" you ask. she grins up at you, licking her lips and nodding. your eyes flick to ran.

they shrug. "sure, go for it. she can get you nice 'n wet for my strap, then i'll show sevika how loud i can make you." they tease. your thighs quiver a bit at the threat of ran's strap, but you scoff at their tease, looking back down at sevika as you start to strip your shirt off.

"they act like they're not the one that squirts the second i get my tongue in 'em." you mumble. sevika whines pathetically, grinding her hips up against you at your words.

"fuck off!" ran growls from where they're stripping and searching for their strap. you just giggle.

"i-i wanna see." sevika mumbles. you chuckle.

"which do you wanna see more? my cunt in your face or ran squirtin'?" you ask as you shimmy out of your pants. sevika whines again.

"fuck-fuck, i dunno- i can't--"

"she's so worked up already." ran giggles as they crawl back on the bed, their strap bobbing between their legs. besides sevika's pants, you're all naked now. "anybody ever told you you're cute, sev?" ran asks.

she growls up at them. you chuckle, tug her hair, and straddle her face. sevika's grimace melts, her wide eyes blinking up at you as she waits for you to descend.

"you are cute, sev." you whisper down at her. she scrunches her nose and you tug her hair, getting her to listen. "bet you'll look even cuter when you're beggin' to cum."

sevika scoffs. "i don't beg."

"not yet, but once you had a taste'a my girl's cunt you'll be crying for it." ran says. you pull them in for a quick kiss, biting their lip and tugging their pierced nipple. they shiver.

sevika clears her throat under you. you just chuckle and sit your cunt down on her mouth.

you both groan at the same time. sevika at the taste of you, you at the feeling of her mouth. you sink forward into ran as sevika reaches up and grips your hips, keeping her face buried in your cunt.

"fuck!" you whine. ran chuckles.

"feel good?" you nod against them. sevika's finger sink deeper into your flesh.

"shit, sev, if i'd known you were such a slut i woulda sat on your face to shut you up years ago." you whine. ran laughs aloud, and sevika smacks your ass in retaliation. you whimper.

"she any good?" ran asks, their thumbs gently rubbing circles in your hips. you nod, gasping. they chuckle. "better than me?" you giggle.

"dunno. might need a side by side comparison." you tease.

you expect ran to laugh, not for them to grunt and push you clean off sevika's face, diving down to bury their face between your spread legs before sevika can even sit up on the bed.

you squeal. ran's lips suck your clit up in a kiss, and they start eating you out like they're starved. "what the fuck?" sevika groans from the foot of the bed. you half laugh half moan.

sevika's figure looms behind ran where they're between your legs. you smile up at her, reaching up to gently pinch one of her hard nipples. sevika pouts down at you and pinches ran's ass.

"selfish fucker, i was enjoying myself." she grunts. ran pushes their ass against her palm, and she grins as she starts palming it.

as ran starts to work their tongue into you, sevika starts to grind her clothed crotch against ran's ass. the little grunts the two of them are letting out are like music to your ears, and you can feel yourself getting close to your first orgasm.

"fuck, sev, play with their clit." you whine out. you can tell sevika follows your instructions when ran jolts against you, whimpering. you grin down at them, threading your hand through their choppy bangs and blowing them a kiss. they wink from between your legs. "gonna show sev how you squirt, baby?"

sevika groans. ran pulls away from your cunt with a gasp, then grins at you salaciously. "only if you let me show her how you cum on my cock." they say.

"fuckin' deal, baby." you giggle.

"this is the best night of my fuckin' life." sevika mutters. you and ran burst into giggles.

it takes no time at all for you to cum.

you can hear the squelch of ran's cunt when sevika sinks a finger inside them, and the subsequent squelches that follow as she starts to fuck them harder and harder.

"you're dripping." sevika gasps. you grin up at her.

"hot, right?" you squeak out between your moans. sevika nods.

ran's struggling between the two of you, trying to simultaneously press closer to your cunt and toward sevika's fingers. and when their teeth graze against your clit, just as sevika smacks their ass, you fall apart with a loud whine.

"oh fuck!" you cry, twitching against ran's mouth. they're grunting against you, and the moment you go limp they pull up to gasp.

sevika reaches forward and hooks her arm around ran's neck, pulling them up to rest their weight against her chest as she continues to pump her fingers in and out of their cunt.

ran's flushed pink all the way down to their tits, their face is covered in your cum, and you nearly cum again at the sight of their blissed out expression as they try to capture sevika's lips in a messy kiss. sevika whimpers as she licks your cum off their face.

"fuck, sev, i--" ran cuts themself off. you giggle, knowing what it means but wanting to watch them struggle a little more.

"what?" sevika asks. you chuckle.

"i, fuck, you-- fuck!"

when ran gets close to cumming, their every other word becomes fuck. you chuckle, reaching forward to fiddle with their swollen clit under their strap while sevika's fingers ram into them from behind.

"fuck!" ran squeals.

"pull your fingers out, sev." you whisper. she nods.

ran cums. with each flick of your thumb over their clit, a little spurt of cum splashes down on you and the bed below you.

sevika growls at the sight, sinking her teeth into ran's neck. they whimper. then, both of them collapse on the bed beside you.

for a few minutes, the three of you are just catching your breath. you speak first.

"by my count, everyone's had an orgasm except you." you say, smacking sevika's shoulder. she giggles.

"mmm... she still hasn't begged for it either." ran mumbles against your neck. you snort. ran kisses up your neck, then whispers into your ear. "lemme fuck you?"

you groan, nodding. "what about sevika?" you whine. sevika nods along with you.

"yeah, what about sevika?" she asks. you giggle.

"sevika can sit there and watch you look pretty until she decides she's nice enough to ask to pretty please sit on this sexy face of yours." ran whispers against your lips.

you nod. beside you, sevika sputters. "what? no fuckin' way!" she whines. ran ignores her as they shuffle between your legs, pulling your thighs up over their hips. "wait, this isn't fair!" sevika whines. ran sinks into you in one smooth thrust, and you both shiver.

they bend down to kiss you as you adjust to the length of their strap, and sevika shuffles beside the two of you. you can hear her shed her pants, and both you and ran groan when you pull away and see sevika sitting naked beside the two of you, slowly rubbing her wet clit.

ran starts to fuck you, and you gasp. sevika's got her lower lip between her teeth, watching ran fuck you like she's watching a porno, and the thought only turns you on more.

shit, if sevika doesn't break soon, you might end up begging her to sit on your face.

luckily, ran's a genius.

"we did fuck in your office, sev." they grunt between their thrusts. you shiver around them, biting back a guilty giggle. sevika groans.

"fuck-- seriously?"

"when was it babe, three weeks ago?"

"thieram's birthday party." you mumble into ran's neck. they chuckle.

"shit, that's right. you were so busy playin' cards, 'n your office was empty--"

"ran came all over your desk chair." you gasp as their strap grazes your g-spot.

this seems to be sevika's last straw. she growls and launches forward to press her lips against ran's. you giggle, watching ran pull her away by her tiny pony tail and smile cockily at her.

"got somethin' you wanna ask my girl, sev?" ran asks. sevika's eyes flick to you where you're laying beneath them. ran snaps their hips hard, making you jolt on the bed.

"fuck..." she whispers. "please. please lemme sit on your face, i want you so bad, i wan' both of you so fuckin' bad i can't fuckin' handle it--"

ran raises an eyebrow at you, and you burst into giggles. who knew sevika'd be such a yapper?

"c'mere, hot stuff." you request. seivka wastes no time crawling over you and straddling your face, sinking her cunt down against your mouth.

you whimper. sevika tastes delicious, so good that you reach up to grab her hips and pull her closer to you. her clit is throbbing against you, her cunt is so wet it's sliding off your face, and you can feel her cunt let out little tiny spurts of cum each time you suck her clit.

you lose track of all time between sevika's thighs. with ran fucking you like they always do, and sevika whimpering and grinding down against your face, you're halfway convinced you've died at some point and gone to heaven.

you lose track of how many times you cum, too.

you can hear the smacking sounds of sevika and ran making out on top of you.

you can feel the tell-tale shudder of ran cumming inside you, then the renewed force they use to start fucking you again.

and then, sevika's thighs shake so hard you're worried she's siezing, and she cums with a loud "shit!"

you wake up the next morning in a pile of limbs, a strap-on poking you in the back, dried cum and drool and sweat covering your body. you're surprised to see sevika's let the two of you spend the night, as evident by the sunlight leaking into her room.

but then when you gather your senses, you realize that this threesome might actually become a throuple.

because ran's spooning you from behind, one arm thrown around your waist to hold not just you, but to hold sevika, who's tucked herself in your arms and is snoring happily.

taglist!

@fyeahnix @sapphicsgirl @half-of-a-gay @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner @shimtarofstupidity @love-sugarr @chuucanchuucan @222danielaa @badbye666 @femme-historian @lia-winther @gr0ssz0mbi3 @ellsss @sevikaspillowprincess @leomatsuzaki @emiliabby @sevikasbeloved @hellorai @vikasub @glass-apothecary @m0numents @macaroni676 @vixel352

#RAN NEEDS MORE LOVE #sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #soft sevika #sevika x you #sevika smut #ran arcane

50 notes · View notes

aquagirl1978 · 9 hours

Note

Hello! I’d like to request for the Naughty or Nice celebration for Ikemen Villains and Ikemen Prince that you’re currently holding.

I’d like to request my new insomnia-plagued husband, Ellis Twilight with a nice to naughty (not considered smut, but like an insinuating prologue to smut that ends just about when clothes are about to be unbuttoned, if you get what I’m saying?) scenario where Ellis discovers the comfortable wonders of his female lover’s body, specifically using tits as a pillow and a nice ass as a stress ball, if that would be alright with you.

And I know it might be a bit fast, but I’m so excited for Ikemen Villains!!! I wanna romance Ellis already!!!

Anyway, I hope this request isn’t asking too much of you, please do take all the time you need! I hope you have a lovely morning/day/afternoon/evening/night and eat plenty of food and drink plenty of wa-wa! Thank you for taking the time to read this request!!!

☺️☺️☺️

Hi @onegianthotmess - thank you for this request. I hope I captured the essence of what you were looking for (I kinda didn't stop before clothes were unbottoned - whoops). Hope you have a great day!

Fade Into You

A/N: Part of my Naughty or Nice event Pairing: Ellis Twilight x Reader Prompt: nice to naughty exploring his partner's body Word Count: 644 Tags: fluff to spicy (no smut); reader is afab (no pronouns used)

Requests open for Naughty or Nice event

A soft knock at your door snapped you out of your reverie. “Come in,” you called out to your visitor, curious to know who was behind the door.

The door opened slowly; your smile was wide and bright as you recognized the familiar mop of wavy locks as dark as the night sky.

“I didn't think you'd be back this early,” you said pleasantly surprised. Ellis had left for a mission earlier that day; as you were saying your goodbyes he had told you not to expect him back before bedtime.

“Yeah, well, things didn't go as planned and Jude had to step in.” Ellis shoved his hands in his pockets as he gazed at you expectantly.

“Lay down with me?” you asked sweetly, patting the spot to your right, inviting him to join you.

With a soft smile, he silently crossed the room, his long legs carrying him in just a few quick strides. He took a seat at the edge of the bed; rolling over onto the mattress, he curled his body next to yours.

“...so soft…” he mumbled, his face nuzzled against your warm chest, his long arm thrown casually over your waist. Your hand cupped the back of his head, your fingers gently stroking the strands of his hair.

It felt so nice and comfortable, lying in bed with your body enveloped by Ellis’s, you wished you could stay like that forever. He pressed his body closer against yours – if he got any closer, he might melt into you, your bodies fading into one another.

Not that you would mind, you thought as you looked down at Ellis. He looked so serene resting on you, his eyes closed and a soft smile gracing his lip.

Wondering if he was asleep, you glanced out the window. It wasn’t yet night, the twilight sky still bathed in the very last rays of the sun.

His touch was gentle at first, just his thumb ghosting the curve of your hip. So gentle, you barely felt it. When his hand shifted, his fingers splayed along your hip, pressing into your skin, you felt it. Squeezing your soft flesh in his hand, he coaxed a sweet sigh to escape your lips.

No, he most definitely was not asleep.

Ellis tilted his face, his eyes darkening with desire as he met yours. Silently, he shifted his body until he was hovering over you, close enough for you to feel his heat. Your lips parted in anticipation, sighing softly as he gazed into your eyes too long for your liking.

His hips dipped, pressing against yours. Your breath hitched, your body flooding with warmth. As he brushed his thumb across your cheek, your eyelids drifted closed.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, brushing a kiss upon your waiting lips. You reached up, your arms wrapping around his shoulders, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. He breathed a pleased sigh into your mouth, his tongue sliding against yours in a slow, sensual dance.

With no sign of breaking the kiss, Ellis lifted his chest, his hands caressing your chest before his fingers found your buttons. You felt the smile in his kiss once he got the top few undone.

His mouth wandered, his lips placing a sweet kiss on your cheek and then along your jawline, he left a trail of quick kisses. His breath hot in your ear, he whispered sweet nothings in between nipping your earlobe. Your body warmed with each kiss, one growing hungrier than the last.

When his hand slid up your skirt and his hand squeezed your backside, his fingers digging into your skin, you knew what was coming.

Tagging: @redheadkittys @themiscarnival @coral-relevium @cyberk1ee @kookie-my-little-sunshine

Clinging to Ellis, your heart filled with happiness. You adored him. Trusted him. Loved him. Your heart beat wildly in your chest, ready to give yourself fully to your lover.

@pathogenic @ellisgivesmelife013 @ikemen-writer @nightghoul381 @judejazza

@xbalayage @xenokiryu @alydra @drachonia @ranhanabi777

@silver-dahlia @lunaaka @ikesenwritings @sh0jun

#naughty or nice #ikemen series #ikemen villains #ikevil #ellis twilight #ikevil ellis #ikemen fanfic #ikevil fanfic #otome #otome games #otome fanfic

33 notes · View notes

ladyamanda123 · 1 day

Text

Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus - My Analysis

Your hologram stumbled into my apartment

Hands in the hair of somebody in darkness named Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus

And I just watched it happen

This line SCREAMS Kaylor! Karlie lived with her. She had a Karlie room in her apartment. I can absolutely picture a scenario where before they are “together” Karlie is bringing people home to Taylor’s apartment and Taylor is lying in bed just dying inside listening to it happen. It calls back to Hits Different with “I hear your key turn in the door” and Cornelia Street with “But then you called, showed your hand” line where there has clearly been an argument. That argument could have been Taylor losing it about Karlie bringing people home and then Karlie calling Taylor and confessing her feelings for her and the rest is Kaylor history!

As the decade would play us for fools

And you saw my bones out with somebody new

Who seemed like he would've bullied you in school

And you just watched it happen

Its quite literally been 10 years since the start of Kaylor. They officially met in 2013 and this album drops on 2024. Now Karlie is stuck watching Taylor beard with 🏈….the perfect representation of the dickwad football bro that would bully kids in school.

If you want to break my cold, cold heart

Just say, 'I loved you the way that you were'

If you want to tear my world apart

Just say you've always wondered

Years of bearding, distance, lies, etc HAS to have taken a massive toll. If they’ve been together this whole time there’s no way to that hasn’t been hard AF. If they split and then eventually came back together this will have still been all hard AF. Either way, whatever you think the reality might be, this decade has sucked! The idea of them looking back and who they were before this all blew up and saying….what could our life had been like if we hadn’t made these decisions. If we had been brave. If we had had control. If we had done this different. The hindsight must sting something horrible!

You said some things that I can't unabsorb

You turned me into an idea of sorts

If so much of this was out of their control but they decided to try and make it work, the buildup of being together someday….the fact Covid probably played a huge roll in delaying it….over time that distance will absolutely lead to this concept…. “You turned me into an idea of sorts”. Anyone who has been in any sort of long distance or forbidden relationship knows exactly what this is saying. When we don’t have the object of our desire and it builds up over time in our heads to be something it’s not. The pressure that puts on the relationship and the person to meet those unreasonably high expectations that have been swirling in your head all that time. If you’re not careful, if you don’t pivot those expectations, that shit can be insanely toxic to the relationship.

You needed me but you needed drugs more

And I couldn't watch it happen

I think this is a red herring line to make us think Matty, but I also think this could be a line from Karlie’s perspective and the drugs needed is Taylor and her fame and her mastermind plans. It could explain some of the anger at the fans she’s showing now. You wouldn’t accept us. You wouldn’t accept me. I chose you over the person I love and over myself. I played this part for you and now I’m wondering what if I had chosen the other path. What if I had picked her and picked us and picked myself over the drug of being who you wanted me to be for you. This brings to mind the line in Miss Americana where she talks about the addiction to the applause. It also ties in to the 🎃 anon message…. “You’re a selfish asshole….but you’re finally choosing her”

I changed into goddesses, villains and fools

Changed plans and lovers and outfits and rules

All to outrun my desertion of you

And you just watched it

More of the same theme….I made myself into this thing that everyone wanted…the fans, the labels, the media, my dad, etc. All in an effort to justify pushing us back in the closet and you just had to take it and now I think I chose wrong. I should have picked us over them.

If you want to break my cold, cold heart

Just say, 'I loved you the way that you were'

If you want to tear my world apart

Just say you've always wondered

If the glint in my eye traced the depths of your sigh

Down that passage in time

Back to the moment I crashed into you

Like so many wrecks do

Too impaired by my youth

To know what to do

Again, hindsight…looking back and realizing you made a choice and that choice had major consequences on your life and on the life of the person you love and you can’t go backwards and that breaks your heart now.

So if I sell my apartment

And you have some kids with an internet starlet

Will that make your memory fade from this scarlet maroon

like it never happened

We aren’t those roommates from Cornelia Street and Maroon anymore. Everything has changed now. You’re stuck in this marriage/life and that apartment life we shared is gone now…did our choices back that lead us to a place where your feelings have changed? Have you forgotten who we were? Have you moved on? Is that version of us gone now because we’ve come to far from it?

Could it be enough to just float in your orbit

Down Bad reference…also could be asking if it could be enough to glass closet like before. Can we do the friend thing our whole lives and be okay with that? Or do we need to actually “come out” and be openly together for real?

Can we watch our phantoms like watching wild horses

“Dancing phantoms on the terrace” Very clear reference to Kissgate. Can we go back to that? Being “friends” and having the world openly speculate etc etc. I feel like this song is them finally coming back together and going “Okay, this is another cross roads for us. We fucked up last time. How do we fix this? Do we break up and let each other go? Do we go back to how it was…together but technically still closeted? Or do we do what we should/could have done back then and just be who we are and be together openly? Can we rewrite this ending? The prophesy ties in here too as well as the Manuscript. Looking back and wishing you had made different choices and examining if it’s possible to get your life back on track.

Cooler in theory but not if you force it

To be, it just didn't happen

The idea of us that we have been clinging to for 10 years, the expectations, the mastermind plans…are we holding on still to just a dream or an idea that no longer exists? It’s been 10 years and it hasn’t happened like we planned. So now what? Again this screams of a cross roads. They’re looking at each other saying we can’t keep doing this. We need to make a new decision or we will destroy ourselves.

So if you want to break my cold, cold heart

Say you loved me

And if you want to tear my world apart

Say you'll always wonder

Cause I wonder

Will I always

Will I always wonder?

The song ends with the desperate and vulnerable question. In Lover Taylor was exploring those vulnerable early questions in a relationship…..can I go where you go? Can we always be this close? Can this relationship go the distance? Are you my person?

Now they’ve arrived at the vulnerable possible end questions. Stop. You’re losing me. Is this the part where you break my heart? Are you going to tell me I fucked it up to bad and you’re leaving? Are you about to confirm what I fear? That I chose the wrong road and now I’ve lost you?

Ending on the question that way shows the decision wasn’t made yet at this point. The song leaves us in that desperate silence between the question and the answer.

This also calls back for me to Mine. When she runs out and braces herself for the goodbye. That’s what history has shown her. That’s what she expects in these moments. But this person is different. This person called and showed their hand. This person took you by surprise and said I’m not leaving you alone. Are they still that person? Or have you finally fucked it up enough that even they are about to leave you?

I think given the shit that’s dropping now, the TTPD lyrics, the massive cracks in the facade, we can figure out what choice was made…..”You finally chose her” ❤️

Hopefully, now at the end of this part, they can have their do over (Come one come all) and regain what was lost. Hopefully they can change The Prophecy moving forward.

#taylor swift #the tortured poets department #chloe or sam or sophia or marcus #lyric analysis #karlie kloss #karlie ❤️ taylr #kaylor #gaylor

21 notes · View notes

shslpunkartist · 2 years

Note

xenoshadow13(.)tumblr(.)com/post/688258675686670336/shslpunkartisttumblrcompost6882499219592642 - so Kim answered several asks of mine at once in this post and I was wondering if I could have your thoughts on them. Especially the last bit. I think you might have fun with that one lol.

. . . . . .

Zardy ain't gonna think too good on Morgana then--

Also of course Pachinko can't die, even if he'sa shithead. Impossible. He defies logic

#but that's just a dark scenario in my head #where Morgana does.. y'know #Kurai is there (not to encourage but simply to watch)#but it isn't long before Morgana is found and revived #Morgana shoots himself but Kurai tries to play it off that HE shot them because Morgana told him that this was really selfish of them to do #and they knew the others would be upset but.. very bad mindset #course that wouldn't work cuz Zardy can just look into their memories and see #Morgana can only beg that Zardy doesn't tell the others. they have no excuse. no defense #just.. don't tell the others the truth. please #sorry I wrote this in the tags and not in the answer like a normal person #I function weird

3 notes · View notes

shinidamachu · 12 days

Note

You know what I always wanted? An episode where Kagome actually manages to give in to the Darkness in her heart and it would be up to Inuyasha this time to snap her out of it and bring her back to her senses (paralleling how she always manages to bring him back whenever he goes into full demon mode), kinda like the 1st movie or the Tsubaki arc but like better because this time it wouldn’t just be Kagome’s body under the control of another but her mind as well due to giving into all her insecurities regarding Kikyo.

Honestly? This is such a good concept that it deserved to be its own freaking arc. The potential for angst and character development is insane. The parallels with Inuyasha, the parallels with Kikyo.

"You really are my reincarnation, walking the same path I did" except Kagome is walking her own path, based on her own decisions, because of her own feelings and then dealing with the aftermatch of her own actions after Inuyasha manages to bring her back.

I think it's brilliant because Inuyasha was always so terrified of Kagome dying on him that he doesn't really worry about all the other ways he can lose her. Or rather, he does, but it's never really explored in a serious or satisfying manner.

And the irony of it all? Like, Kagome being the one constantly afraid Inuyasha would forget about her if he goes full demon, only for her to turn the tables? Cinema.

#I was always of the opinion that she deserved to go a little apeshit at some point #I thought the Infant arc would be it but Takahashi didn't deliver and the whole thing was just kind of forgotten #Coincidentally I've been thinking a lot about that concept lately #Kind of like when Elena from TVD turned off her emotions?#The more I think about it the more I love it #I've been playing a lot in my head with two scenarios #In the first one K!kyo survives and after everything is said and done Kagome decides to go back to modern era #In the second one she magically wishes her feelings for Inuyasha away #None of them are Dark! Kagome per se #But it's still very satisfying to me especially because I imagine a happy ending for them both #Anyway #Inuyasha #Kagome #Kagome Higurashi #Inukag #Sidmailing

26 notes · View notes

worldofkuro · 23 hours

Text

Drowning

Notes: I’m writing this with Painted Smile! Alastor. I just want you all to know that, because if I were to write him like you weren’t with him from the beginning , he would care as much. This is an ask from @kimoko-james, I hope this little scenario will sooth your heart, my dear. Ask: Could you maybe write something about how we lost a pet close to us?

You were crying, holding your pillow against your chest.

It was so painful, you felt like drowning.

Alice has given you a kitten for your birthday. You always wanted a pet for yourself. You would cherish it more than your own life. He was so little when Alice gave him to you. He could almost fit in your palm. He was meowing as you nuzzled against him.

His little paws were so cute, touching your face like it was trying to remember your face.

But then, he was gone.

You didn’t know what happened, he was just… no longer by your side. You wouldn’t hear his little paws on the floor anymore. You wouldn’t hear him meowing at Alastor because the man put him back on the floor so he wouldn’t dirty his suit with his fur.

“ Darling?”

You sniffed, turning your head toward Alastor. He didn’t turn on the light, keeping your room in the dark which you silently thank him. You didn’t want him to see you like that and yet…

He walked toward your bed, sitting next to you, caressing your wet cheeks. You let go of your pillow before going on his laps, sighing in bliss when you felt his arms wrapped around your frame.

“ He is gone…”

He listened to you as you poured out your heart to him. You kind of expected Alastor to mock you. He wasn’t a fan of animals. He didn’t understand your love for them, but he respected it. You were having so many bad thoughts about yourself. Did you make any mistakes?

“ How lucky of him.”

You jerked your head toward Alastor. Did he say what you really thought he said? You felt anger swirling inside your body. You weren’t strong enough to play any games today. You opened your mouth but he kissed you quickly, making you shut up.

“ I’m jealous. He knew you all his life. All his memories, as short as they are, are filled with your smiles, your kisses. How can he not be lucky?” he smiled at you, moving away a lock of your hair. “ Come on, dearest. Don’t be sad for giving him the best life he ever had? Being loved by you is the best thing to feel.” He kissed your forehead as you looked down.

Your pet was gone, you would no longer hold him against your chest, you would no longer call his name and beamed as he reacted to it. You would feel pain for losing him. But knowing that the little life he had with you made him at least a little happy, soothed some of your pain.

You looked at Alastor who was still looking at you, observing the pain in your face. You knew he hated seeing you in this state but you couldn’t help it. You felt tears gathered once more in your eyes.

Alastor kissed your eyes, making your tears drop, before standing up and walking toward the record player and putting a vinyl on it. You looked at him as soft music began to feel the air. He walked back toward you, before holding his hand toward you. You took his hand after wiping your eyes and gasped as he tugged you against his chest.

He began to balance you from right to left, softly against him. You kept your head against his chest, listening to his beating heart.

“ I want you to smile after the song is over.”

You hiccuped,looking at him, not sure of yourself. He was so obsessed with your smile but you didn’t know if you were ready to smile right now. As you felt dread when the song was coming to an end, Alastor restarted it.

You looked at him, blinking. He kept dancing with you, smiling down at you, going to the record player each time the song was coming to an end to restart it.

You closed your eyes as his arms caged you against him. You knew he didn’t like you in this state, mostly because it means you weren’t thinking about him, but you know he would do anything to make you smile.

And just like, you smiled a little bit. Just like the song that was on repeat, you would start again your life, bearing your loss. But you wouldn’t be alone, Alastor would always be here to keep you from drowning.

#alastor headcanons #human alastor #human alastor x reader #x reader #painted smile headcanons #painted smile #human alastor headcanons #scenarios #alastor scenarios #hazbin hotel imagine #alastor x reader #alastor imagine #alastor hazbin x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor x you #hazbin alastor x reader

103 notes · View notes