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dreams about my dealer…
dealer e.m. x fem reader
blurb request: 💌Hey Tori! Hope your day is going lovely 😊 As a request for the vday celebration, could I pls get a blurb where the reader is nerdy and loves reading old cheesy romance novels like these? And one night she falls asleep after reading and she fantasizes about her dealer Eddie as this suave romance hero who sweeps her off her feet and gets her all hot and bothered. And so after that night she starts buying books covers where the men resemble him and he catches on during one of their smoke seshs. You decide how it ends 😉😉 by: @honey-flustered
authors note: This is such a fun request, thank you for sending it in lovely. Hope you enjoy <3 if anyone wants a part two of just smut pls lmk cause I’d love to, but ya know I’m trying to blurb here.
all of my works are 18+
“there ya go, wrap your arms around me, sweet girl. Just like that.” The familiar voice bellows into your neck.
“I’ve got you now, sweetheart.” He murmurs against your flesh this time, sending shivers down your spine. The long familiar hair tickles at your collar bone as his arms wrap tighter around you. This time causing a very needed friction between you and this mystery man.
“Mmm, go ahead angel, make yourself feel good.” He says again before removing his face from the crook of your neck and revealing himself to you.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
You pop up out of bed, removing your sleep mask before you slam your hand down on the obnoxious alarm clock sitting on your side table.
You feel a wetness in your panties when you go to stand up and it’s as if a flash goes off in your mind and you’re taken back to the dream you were just awoken from. Eddie, your drug dealer in nothing but blue jeans, his hair wrapped in a low bun and his big muscular chest dripping with sweat as he held you against his body protectively.
You look back over towards your bed, eyes glancing over the book you fell asleep reading. You couldn’t deny the man on the cover looked pretty close in comparison to eddie, long hair and the same exact attire as he was wearing in your dream. The man had a smirk on his face that was almost identical to the usual smirk eddie always had when you’d buy your weed from him.
later that day you find yourself across town, at your local library; ready to check out any and every dirty romance novel with a man that in some capacity meets your dealers description. You couldn’t believe the crush that formed from one little dream, you’d been festering on thoughts of eddie all day and you need more ammo for these ongoing fantasies and the very welcomed dreams you might have tonight.
You’re able to find five books in total, and you just knew you were gonna whip through them all in one week. There was a hunger in your center that just needed to be satiated, and if you couldn’t have the real thing, then the next best will do just fine.
The next morning, you speed walk through the halls of Hawkins high, binder held tight to your body as you keep your head down just trying to get to biology in one piece, but you’re running late so your feet move frantically as you go over an excuse to give Mr. Sivertson before you breech his classroom door. As you become deeply lost in your thoughts you collide into another body who was rounding the corner, your binder falls out of your hands and on to the floor as the other persons hands catch you by your waist.
“Where’s the fire, sweetheart?” The all too familiar voice fills your ears and you freeze, eyes now level with an ozzy shirt and his statement leather jacket.
Eddie’s eyes glance down towards your stuff that fell into a messy pile between your feet, your heart hammers when he bends down to grab something. The smirk on his face tells you exactly what he’d found and now you just want to run back to where you came from, get in your car and drive to a whole new town.
“Whatcha got here?” He says through a dopey laugh, as if you’d been caught red handed. That’s exactly what’s happening.
“Didn’t think a church mouse like you would read these kinds of books.” He whispers, although you two are the only ones in the hall.
“I-I’m not a church mouse, and give me my book back.” You huff and snatch your book out of his heavily ringed hand, but your face was far too guilty and you knew that eddie knew exactly why you had these books in your possession.
You eventually side step him, not wanting to hear any of his teasing that you knew he’d readily dish out. Eddie wasn’t a bully per say but he was an asshole, a cocky asshole to be specific.
Once you’re out of biology, you speed walk to your locker. Ready to put this godforsaken book away until the end of the day, when you can read it in bed, cuddled up where no one would make fun of you. But as you open your locker a folded piece of paper falls out and hits the toe of your flat. you shove your binder into a cubbie before bending down to retrieve it.
Meet me behind the football field after school
- EM
Your stomach fills with butterflies as it simultaneously sinks into the depths of your ass.
Why would he want to meet up after school? Was he going to poke fun at you? Have you show his friends your book so they could all laugh at you?
But another part of your brain said:
What if this is it? What if he really wants you? Maybe he’ll kiss you? Maybe you can finally feed this hunger.
That was all you needed to make your split decision.
After school, you grab your book from your locker and make a beeline for the football field. Bypassing quick goodbyes from your friends.
When you finally make it to the tree line, you exhale a deep breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding, then you take a few deeper steps into the desolate woods. No one else came back here except for one infamous metalhead, so you knew you wouldn’t be met with any asshole jocks. That settled your stomach a bit, but not fully.
You see the back of Eddie’s head first as he sits on the old warped, wooden bench; hunched over as if in concentration. When you move closer, walking around the rickety table you can now see that he’s breaking up a nug of weed and placing it into a zig zag before rolling it up, snug.
Your eyes meet when he glides his tongue along the lining, he smirks up at you as your eyes gawk at the movements of his pink muscle, licking up and down. You can’t help but to squeeze your thighs together, that burning in your core blazes hot and he hasn’t even touched you.
Your eyes flicker back up into his and you realize that he’s watching you, watch him.
In a moment of faux confidence, you ask—
“What’s with the letter in my locker, Munson? I thought I was the one that was supposed to put the letters in your locker when I want to smoke.” You shoot him a weak smile, making him scoff as he puts the joint behind his ear for safe keeping.
“Are you gonna sit your ass down and smoke this with me or not?” He huffs, pulling a zippo lighter out of his leather jacket pocket and flipping the lid open and closed, open and closed. Is-is that a nervous tick? Is he nervous, too?
You lower yourself onto the seat in front of him, taking on your own nervous tick of picking at your nails.
He takes the joint from behind his ear, his eyes never leaving your form and it has you cowering deeper into yourself. He lights the spliff and inhales deep, holding it in for a second and then letting the smoke bellow out of his nose and mouth. You can’t deny how undeniably sexy he is.
“So, those little slutty novels you have—” He starts
“They’re not slutty! They’re romance novels, Eddie!” You screech in embarrassment, as your cheeks heat up from the deep cackle he makes in your expense.
“Yeah yeah, princess. Tell me, do they fuck in these romance novels?” He throws weak quotation marks up for the last two words, as his eyebrows shoot up under his bangs in question.
“Well, I mean…yeah they do.” You respond with a defeated slump of your shoulders.
“Mhm, just as I suspected. Slutty.” The way he sing-songs ‘slutty’ makes you fall into a fit of giggles, and the noise is music to Eddie’s ears.
“So uh, do you want me to make you feel better than those shitty books ever could?”
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Can you do a reader x Zoro where the reader has a sex dream about Ace and Zoro gets jealous
Thank you so much for the request! 🙏🏼😊 I've been wanting to write for Ace, so this is a little taste for now. I hope you enjoy it!
Just a Dream
Pairings: Zoro x Fem!Reader, Ace x Fem!Reader (just a little dream)
Word Count: 1288
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Summary: You have a delicious dream about your captain's brother. Your boyfriend, the first mate, is not pleased when you wake up.
Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader-Insert, Swearing, Smut, Established Relationship, Unprotected Sex (Don't Do That), Jealousy, Anger, Dom Zoro, Vaginal Fingering, Hair-Pulling, Rough Sex, Penis in Vagina Sex, Come Shot, Comeplay, Sex Dream, Possessive Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation
A/N: This one shot isn't part of my We've All Got Needs series. I hope you like it!
The cold night kept you up, so you left your tent shivering, heading toward the small fire.
“What’s wrong, sugar, the night too cold for ya?”
A gasp left your lips when you saw Luffy’s brother across the fire, tilting his head with a smirk.
You felt a blush creep up your cheeks, and your lips parted as Ace sauntered around the fire, sitting close enough to breathe along your cheek.
“I can warm ya up.”
His voice came out in a low rasp as he ghosted his lips along your neck.
“O-Okay…”
He chuckled, the sound making you shiver, the cold night already forgotten as Ace licked your collarbone, leaving kisses and bites on your skin.
Ace pulled back, smirking at you as he placed his hat on your head. The intense warmth of it traveled down as he sat back on his heels.
“What a pretty thing you are.”
He pushed you back onto your elbows and tugged your shorts down, the cold air hitting the wetness already dripping for him.
“Mm, so eager for me,” he teased, plunging one finger, then two into you. Everything was happening so fast, and you were overwhelmed, desperate for more.
“Ace, please…”
“Ace?”
His thumb moved to your clit, but you couldn’t feel it as the weight of blankets shifted on your skin.
You yawned as the scene drifted away, a small whine escaping your throat while you tried to hang onto it.
“Did you fuck Luffy’s brother?”
Zoro’s voice, thick with anger, pulled you from sleep. Rubbing your eyes, you shook your head, trying to sit up as you looked at your boyfriend.
“What’s going on?”
Zoro was sitting against the headboard, arms crossed as you turned to face him.
“You were fucking moaning, telling Ace to heat you up and shit.”
He practically growled those words, and his eyes narrowed as he watched your skin flush.
You couldn’t help but laugh, instantly regretting it when Zoro’s jaw tightened.
“It was just a dream, it doesn’t mean anything.”
“Right, a loud dream about you fucking the captain’s brother.”
Still not fully awake, you took a breath before diving back in, Zoro’s feelings clearly more affected than you realized.
“It was only a dream, Zoro. Nothing ever happened. And I don’t want it to. I’ve got everything I need right here.”
His scowl only deepened as you grabbed his thigh.
“You’re in my bed, you came on my cock how many times last night, and you’re dreaming about getting fucked by that- that pretty boy? Luffy’s-”
“Zoro, Zoro, I’m sorry. I can’t control what my brain does when I’m asleep, I promise you’re the only one for me.”
Internally grinning at his ‘pretty boy’ comment, you crawled onto his lap, straddling him. You laid kisses on his neck, but gasped as his hand reached into your pajamas, his fingers pulling away with thick strands of your slick.
“Zoro, I-”
“I was about to wake you up with my cock since you were moaning so pretty. But you were too busy getting fucked by another man.”
His voice was low and even, making your breath catch.
“Zoro, please, it was just a dream. I promise-”
“I’m gonna make you forget he exists.”
The threat in his words, and the sudden grip he took on your hips made you gasp. He forced your body closer, until you were grinding on his hard length, the pressure on your clit drawing moans from your lips.
Zoro gripped the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling your head to the side. His lips, tongue, and teeth were rough on your skin, and you shuddered, digging your nails into his shoulders.
“Zoro-”
“That’s right, Y/N. The only word out of your mouth better be my name. At least until I fuck it into you.”
High, breathy moans left your throat as he continued rolling your hips, his cock twitching under your clothed pussy.
“Say it.”
“Z-Zoro…”
He growled as he pushed you off of him, pulling your pajamas off while your skin burned for him.
“Keep it up, because I’m not stopping 'til you pass out. Then you’re gonna fuck me in your dreams. Is that alright with you?”
He had taken his boxers off, asking for consent as he caged you in, his arms planted by your head, while his cock was dripping precum as it twitched above your core.
“Ye-” you started, but his eyes narrowed, jaw clenching as his face loomed closer.
“Zoro! Zoro,” you corrected, nodding while you squirmed against the sheets beneath him.
He grabbed your chin, holding you still as he brought his lips to hover just above yours. His eyes burned into yours from so close, and you held your breath, the thrill of his jealousy making you wetter than it should have.
“You’re mine.”
He breathed those words into your mouth before kissing you, claiming you with his tongue.
Chuckling, he ate your moans as he rubbed his leaking tip around your clit.
He pulled back to watch your face as he pressed into you, only the slick from your dream and his threats to prepare you for him.
You bit your lip as he worked each throbbing inch into you. The sweet sting of the stretch sent your eyes rolling as you moaned his name.
Pulling out slowly, he thrust back in while you whimpered, your mind already empty of everything except for how he made you feel. He laughed at you again, rolling his hips as he built up speed.
“Look at this greedy pussy of mine. So fucking hungry, sucking me in like this.”
Zoro ran his strong hands over your thighs, pressing them down to get a better view of where your bodies connected, the sloppy sounds getting louder with each thrust.
He was hitting so fucking deep, gliding over the sweet spot inside you. You had to keep fighting your instincts to moan how good it felt, instead letting his name through your lips like a mantra.
He smirked down at you as he brought his thumb to your clit, and you clawed into his back while you fell apart.
“Whose cock are you coming on, baby?”
“Z-Zoro’s…”
He didn’t let up, thrusting through your orgasm, before rolling you onto your side. He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder, then slammed into you, the new angle curling your toes as you screamed.
You were a twitching, drooling mess as he kept going, folding your body however he wanted. Your mind was so lost in the pleasure and overstimulation that you couldn’t even say his name, let alone anything else.
He flipped you onto your back again, smiling as his thumb wiped the drool from your lips, wringing another orgasm from your wrecked body.
“Now there’s my good girl. You’re gonna go back to sleep now, looking so pretty with my come all over you. And I’d better hear my name on those lips, or we’re gonna have round two.”
Nodding dumbly, you opened your mouth and let your tongue hang out while Zoro pulled out of your aching cunt, fisting his cock.
“Fuuck, who do you belong to, baby?”
“Zoro,” you moaned, twitching with pleasure as hot lines of come covered your chest, some landing on your chin and tongue. You licked your lips clean, and he kissed you, rubbing his pleasure into your skin.
He pulled you against him, wrapping his arms around you as he covered you both with a sheet.
Part of you wanted to argue, to go clean up, and get ready for the day.
But Zoro kissed behind your ear, and his whispered words made you forget about everything but him.
“You’re mine.”
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Hi cherry! I love your fics sm and idk if you’re taking requests right now but i got one for ya.
So Miguel with a spiderperson!afab!reader that takes a while to cum. Like he could be eating them out for over an hour and it takes him a minute to realise that they didn’t orgasm at all.
Like he gets concerned thinking that he’s not making them feel good but they reassure him that the only place they feel “pleasure” is just from clit stimulation and (sometimes) if their g-spot is touched in the right way iykwim.
If you don’t feel comfortable w/ this request then skip but thank you and have a nice day! 😊🫶
Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x afab!reader
Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Oral Sex, Clit Stimulation, Fingering
Summary: All it takes is a little patience
A/N: Taking long to finish is so real and valid guys
Word Count: 885 (Not Edited)
Your suit gathers at your knees, a pile of iconic red and blue that hides your identity from the rest of the world.
Miguel is still covered in his, the mask disappearing to show his face. He doesn’t need it anyways. His face is obscured between your thighs, tongue lashing at your seeping hole. Your arousal coats your inner thighs, gloved hands spreading them wide. He’s been at it for an hour, his mind foggy from how sweet you taste. His lower face glistens with your juices, and you whimper when his nose knocks against your clit. It feels so, so good, but you can’t help the small frustrated puff that leaves your nose as you shift in discomfort on the bed.
Miguel instantly looks up at your shifting, eyebrows furrowed as he pulls away. He licks his lips, collecting what he can so it doesn’t go to waste. His thumb rubs soothing circles to your skin, relaxing your body the best he can. Despite the rush of arousal that leaks from you, he can’t help but note none of it was cum. He’s been at this for hours, yet you still haven’t gotten your release. He admits it wounds his pride the slightest bit. Sure it’s been a while since he’s gotten the privilege to please such a pretty girl, but he doesn’t think he’s that out of practice.
“What is it, amor? Want me to try something else. ¿No es bueno?”
A flush of shame quickly rushes to your face at his words. You’re quick to reassure him, telling him to ignore you and just take his pleasure (just like you’ve told every man before). A deep well of his own dissatisfaction swarms in Miguel’s stomach. He wants to make this good for you. If you aren’t enjoying it, what’s the point? Softly, he asks you what’s wrong, trying to coax the answer out of you with quiet words and soothing hands. You bite your lips as nervousness coats your body, you squirm and ever so quietly whisper, “I have a hard time cumming.”
If it weren’t for his enhanced hearing, he wouldn’t have caught your words. His face lifts in realization, his hands continuing to make circles that relax your body. He’s the kindest soul when he asks what usually works, what makes it better for you. When you answer with clit stimulation and the occasional brushing of your g-spot, Miguel instantly gets to work. A sharp gasp leaves your lips as he attacks your clit, sucking it hard into his mouth.
Your hands travel down to his hair, tangling and ruining the gelled locks. Your hips buck upwards, pushing his face closer into you in the same movement. You throw your head back when his teeth slightly graze your neglected bud, a strangled moan revealing your pleasure. Small vibrations shock your clit as he hums in pleasure, licking and sucking where you need it most happily. Clothed fingers poke at your entrance, the material catching the silky liquid. He pushes them in slowly, groaning at the way you try to push your hips more into his fingers. When he has them wrapped to the knuckle, he curls them slightly to hit that gummy spot.
Your eyes meet the back of your head as he stimulates you, that long awaited orgasm rising to the surface. You moan out his name, and he feels the pornagraphic noise go straight to his stiffened cock. In response, he sucks harder on your clit. His tongue finds new strength as he flicks at your hardened bud, his fingers constantly pressing into the perfect spot inside of you. He mumbles something into your skin, the words shaking against your clit. But they’re completely lost on you as your back arches, your grip on his hair tightening as you feel something in you break.
You let out something close to a scream as you finally release, white masking your vision. Miguel still works on you, his fingers getting coated in your cum as he continues to hit your g-spot, his mouth closing around your bud for a long suck. When your orgasm dies down, you have to push his head away from your bud, the overstimulation making your body shake. He pulls away and leaves open mouthed kisses along your inner thighs. His fingers slowly leave you and make their way into his mouth. Sweetness explodes onto his tongue and he breathes in slowly as he takes it in. Perfect. You taste fucking perfect.
His eyes trail to your face, a fucked out expression still covering it. He chuckles low, his hands falling to your waist to massage the skin. You smile goofily up at him as your hands fall to cover his. He kisses up your body, pressing a soft kiss to your jawbone before burying his face into the crook of your neck. The smell of you makes him purr, his nose pumping your skin gently. Both of you bask in the lingering sensations of pleasure, each other’s body warmth providing comfort. After a while, Miguel gets up, mumbling something along the lines of a bath before disappearing into the bathroom. You lay in bed as the water starts running, a satisfied feeling running through you.
Guess all it takes is a little patience.
He’s so soft and attentive.
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♪ — 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗥𝗢𝗖𝗞 - part six
max verstappen x fem! driver! reader (fluff)
“. . . this is what they call: puppy love.”
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direct messages: LANDO + Y/N
y.ln
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y.ln sup Malborne, it's een a while. i brought a friend this time!
user GURL WHERE ARE YA GOING??!
landonorris oh look, its me😊
user SHE BROUGHT THE PUPPY!! IT'S MY LUCKY DAY
⤷ user trust my instincts, i was correct to get us those tickets
⤷ user SHARE THOSE INSTINCS NEXT TIME!! I COULD'VE MET THE MAN HISELF
user that dog is living abetter life than me and my ancestors
ausgp MARSHMALLOW!! can i pet 😍
⤷ y.ln maybe if you bring a ball for a game of catch 🤔
user SHE RODE WITH MAX!!
⤷ user and lando*
⤷ user lando third wheeling probably
scuderiaferrari hey there 👀👋
⤷ y.ln its my week off, dont you dare
⤷ user y/nnnnnn 😭😭
carlossainz55 a get together without me?😔
⤷ y.ln i had no choice, it was Malborne or certain death
user something about max and y/n traveling with marshmallow . . .
⤷ user i wanna see footage of max and marshmallow interacting, I NEED TO SEE
⤷ user the interaction would most likely contain pure chaos
y.ln posted on their story
direct messages: CARLOS + Y/N // CHARLES + Y/N
(translation at the very end)
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carlos + y/n:
I dont feel like driving with ferrari this weekend
- i hate you
- where are you? I have coffee
The medbay on the circuit
- you want trimasu?
Yes
and painkillers
charles + y/n: - hey charles
y/n, hi
-hi
No, hi*
-anyways
:(
- are you in the hospitality. I was told you were 30 min ago
Yes, Do you need anything
- can you check with one of the mechanics if they have my racing gear?
We always have the reserve driver’s gear Why?
Are you driving this weekend
- hopefully not
Why? You’re an amazing pilot
You inspire a lot of people
- i know i know, but its the aus gp
- i'd rather just watch, i came here to have fun anyways
- i dont want to deal with strategies and battling and just racing overall
- no offense or anything
I understand, you already do a lot in hypercar
Which you’re doing great in, by the way
If you need anything, come see me. I’d love to help
- thank you charles :)
Of course, I owe you. You did so much for me in f2 and f3 its only fair!
I’ll get your kit and tell your team. Do you want some coffee? Two milk?
- thank you charles X)
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Hiya! How are ya?. I would like to request a Rhea ripley x reader for Valentines Day, where reader is apart of The Judgement Day and ( also married to Rhea if possible) and is about to have a match with Nia Jax to avenge the attack of Last week Monday on Rhea, and after the match, Reader goes backstage and celebrates with The Group but one she gets bk to the hotel, Rhea decides to thank her properly and thoroughly ( Smut and Fluff if possible 😊 😀 ❤️) plz and thank you
Victory
Rhea ripley x wrestler!fem!reader
Warnings: fluff, cussing, smut ;)
You had Nia jax pinned down when she squirmed out of your hold and pushed you off of her which made you lay flat on your back. Now was on top of you, You looked over at the judgement day as they where cheering you on and screaming that you got this and you caught Rhea looking at you which drove you further. You are doing this to avenge your wife and that’s what you are going to do.
You yelled as you pushed nia off of you before the referee could get to three and you stood up and rammed her into one of the corners. You started punching her and slung her to the ground and jumped up and did your famous elbow drop that completely knocked the air out of her and you immediately got on top of her and pinned her down. You counted with the referee until she got to three and the bells dinged which signaled you got your win.
You jumped up happily as the referee slung your arm up and claimed your victory. Your theme song started playing and the judgement day got in the ring with you and hugged you. Rhea pushed them out of the way and picked you up in her strong arms and spun you around. Everyone awed in the audience and started cheering, but you weren’t paying attention to them, you were solely focused on your wife. She put you down but held you closely by wrapping her arm around your waist.
After a few moments in the ring celebrating your victory with your fans, friends, and wife, the judgement day got out and walked backstage as their theme song came on and Rhea jumped out with you following behind her. You were over the ropes and standing at the edge as Rhea catches you into her strong arms and carried you backstage with everyone else. “You did amazing out there lass!” Fin exclaimed as he went over to you and started ruffling your hair with his hands.
You giggled and pushed his hand away “thanks finny” you called him as you are the only person who’s allowed to call him that. Everyone congratulated you and Rhea kept looking at you with a soft expression but there was a look you knew all too well that was hidden behind them. Lust. You can tell she wanted to ravish you but she had to keep her composure, especially since the cameras were still rolling and people were everywhere backstage. After a few moments of everyone talking and congratulating you, Rhea stepped behind you and wrapped her muscular arms around your waist, pulling you into her warm body.
“Me and y/n are gonna go ahead and head back to the hotel…” Rhea rasped out as you felt your body get chills and a deep blush covering your cheeks. Everyone said their goodbyes to you as you and Rhea went out to her car hand in hand. She opened the door for you and closed it as she went to her side and jumped in, starting the car and driving off to the hotel. Motionless in white was playing in the background as her tattooed hand was on your thigh, rubbing it gently. She was trying to get you worked up and she was doing exactly that to you. After a few moments, rhea parked her truck into the parking lot and got out but not before running to your side and opening the door for you.
You smiled at her then squealed when she picked you up bridal style and went inside the hotel to go to y’all’s room. She got the door unlocked and gently pushed it open with her boot and threw you gently on the bed. You giggled as she went over to you on the side of the bed and looked down at you with the softest expression. “I can’t thank you enough for what you did tonight babygirl. You avenged me and the judgement day and I couldn’t be more proud of you.” She said with a gentle voice as you sat up and hugged her waist. “Of course my love. I will always be there for you. No one beats mami and gets away with it and especially since you are my wife.” You stated and she giggled as she gave you her famous cute smile.
Rhea leaned down and gently captured your lips with hers as she gets on top of you. You wrap your body around hers as her tongue gently slides in your mouth, which caused you to moan into her mouth as she smiles against you. Usually she’s very rough and dominant but right now you can tell her mood is different than her usual one. She pulls away from your lips and looks deep into your eyes with her blue ones as she slowly starts taking off your clothes slowly, one by one. Once she was done, you were bare and naked for her and you felt her eyes rake down your exposed body which caused a blush to cover your cheeks. “You’re so fucking gorgeous…all mine…” she whispered but loud enough to where you can hear her.
“T-that’s right…all y-yours mami..” you replied and Rhea’s eyes shot up to yours and looked at you with a smirk. You knew calling her mami got her going and you are using it to your advantage. Rhea started kissing all over your body, letting her lips linger on your scars and bruises. “M-mami please…I-I need y-you.” You begged your wife and all she did was smirk at you as she kept kissing all over your body. She went up to your chest and took a rosy pink nipple into her plump mouth and started suckling it softly. You threw your head back against the pillows and cupped the back of her head so she wouldn’t move, not like she wanted to anyway. She switched back and forth to your breasts and left some dark hickies behind. Her lips trailed down to your stomach and to your thighs as she gently pulls them apart to reveal your glistening pussy to her.
Rhea’s mouth started to water as she kept staring at your cunt and you started to feel anxious at how she was staring at you so you started to close your thighs until her strong arms kept them opened. “Tsk tsk…no closing them baby…I’m admiring my snack before I feast.” She said lowly, her accent showing more than ever as she gives you a smirk. You blush at her words and before you could say anything she licks a long hard stripe through your folds which caused you to squeal out. “F-fuck!! M-mami!” You moaned out as you felt her cold tongue piercing through your folds and onto your pulsating clit. She swirled her tongue on your clit a few times before sinking her tongue deep into your pussy which caused your hands to fly to her hair and grab onto it. She moaned at the pull which caused a pleasurable vibration to course through you and you moaned loudly.
A few moments of her tongue fucking you into oblivion, you came hard and fast into her mouth and on her face. She pulled away which caused a string that was mixed with your cum and her salvia to show and you blushed wildly as Rhea grinned happily. “You taste so good babygirl…I could eat you forever 24/7 if you asked me to.” She stated and you giggled at her answer as she climbs up beside you and pulls your body against hers. You smiled up at her until her felt her long fingers sinking into your pussy which made you gasp out. “You think I was done thanking you? Not a chance pretty girl…” she smirked as she added another finger into you which made three in you so far. She curled her fingers to hit your g-spot and you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head at the action.
Soon enough, another orgasm was coming and you screamed into the pillow as you squirted and cummed all over the bed and her hand. Rhea kept slowly pushing her fingers in and out of you so you can ride it out which made your legs twitch. She smiled big and took her fingers out slowly as she pops them into her mouth to clean them. She kissed your head and got up and got a warm washcloth to clean you up with. “It’s okay babygirl…rest…tomorrow we are gonna properly celebrate with the boys and throw a party at dom’s house.” She smiled down at you, giving you a loving look as you closed your eyes and started to fall in and out of sleep as she talked to you. “Okay…I love you Demi…” you whispered out as you fell into a deep sleep. You missed the way demi looked at you as you called her by her real name as she felt her heart fill with butterflies. She leaned down and gave you a sweet kiss on your cheek as she turned off the lights and got in the bed with you. Demi pulled you into her strong arms and fell asleep with her holding you.
A/n: 1580 words. I hope you like it @teganc ! I know this was supposed to be for Valentine’s Day and I’m sorry for the delay. If anyone wants to request more rhea ripley let me know! I have my own buy me a coffee page! You can give me a dollar and it will help. I also have some different commission types I will do so here's my page to look into it :) https://www.buymeacoffee.com/naturesapphic Requests are open for yeehaw!wanda, country!wanda, and any other southern variants of Wanda or Natasha! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y'all!
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Hi 👋😊
If you are still taking requests, can I request 18 and 44 with Toji?
I hope you have a lovely day!
hello love!! thank you so much for the request and i hope you have a great day yourself!!! 🫶🏼
prompts: 18. biting + 44. size kink
contains: EXPLICIT CONTENT (MINORS DNI), afab!reader, unprotected sex (stay safe kids), creampie, slight dom!toji, toji being a strong boi, use of petnames (doll, big girl etc.), if i missed any i'm sorry; wc: 635 words
as always, reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!! 💗
PLEASE READ MY DNI BEFORE INTERACTING!
toji is a fucking big man. everyone knows. everyone who sees him is impressed with his stature. but only you truly know how big and strong he really is.
you know because at least once a week, he calls you to fold you in half underneath his massive body.
but tonight, he changed the pace by having you ride him, tight pussy wrapped around his massive length. your hips gyrated in slow circles as you were still trying to get used to him.
no matter how many times you'd fuck, his sheer size would always stun you.
his teeth have left multiple marks on you already. it was like you were meat to him, waiting for him to devour you whole.
his green eyes were watching you hungrily, savouring your fucked out expression.
“f-fuck toji, s’big,” you whimpered as his calloused thumb found your clit, drawing slow circles. you felt so full, all your senses being clouded by him.
“but you're only halfway down, doll. aren't ya a big girl?” he teased, leaning forward to take your pretty tit in his mouth. again, his teeth sunk into your flesh, marking you as his. when he felt you clench impossibly tighter around him, a groan left his lips.
“y’like that, doll? like it when i mark y’up and make ya mine?” he taunted, tongue peeking out to gently lick at the small wound he inflicted.
you whimpered. “yesyesyes, make me yours toji, please!”
you gasped when he hooked his arms underneath your knees, lifting you up effortlessly as he stood up. you couldn't do anything but scramble to hold onto his massive shoulders, nails leaving crescent marks. you felt helpless in his hold, unable to move with his whole body caging you in.
his bicep flexed as he started moving his hips, mushroom tip reaching deeper than ever before. his eyes found your half-lidded ones. toji watched your fucked out expression with a grin, loving the way your pathetic limp body clung onto him.
his fangs sunk into the soft flesh of your neck and you moaned, clenching around him.
he just smirked and continued to sink his teeth into you, trying to to cum too fast with how tight your cunt wrapped around him. his large hands slid down to your ass and he bounced you back and forth like you weighed nothing, using your cunt like a fleshlight.
your brain turned to mush, toji’s mushroom tip hitting that soft spongy spot over and over and over again. you felt the coil in your stomach tighten, nothing but moans of his name leaving your drool-smeared lips. nothing but thoughts of his massive form and his teeth on your skin in your brain.
“g’na cum toji, pleasepleaseplease!” you screamed. your eyes burned with tears as you looked at his face, sweat rolling down his temple at the exertion.
his presence clouded every single one of your senses, his voice, his musk, his massive hands on your ass, his balls smacking against your ass with every harsh thrust into you.
“c’mon then, doll. make a mess,” he encouraged, resting his sweaty forehead against yours. his dilated pupils bore into you and you felt yourself spasm, white flashing behind your eyelids. your cunt clenching impossibly tight around toji’s cock as you creamed onto him.
he slowed down his thrust just slightly, physical work catching up with him as he felt his balls tighten and empty into your wet cunt. he rode out his high, groaning quietly at the slight overstimulation. he sat back down, pulling out of you with a wet squelch that had your face heating up.
even just sitting on his muscular thigh, as you tried to catch your breath, you could feel him still hard against your tummy.
this was gonna be a long night.
a/n: i hope i did either of these justice 😭 i had another draft that i didn't rlly enjoy as much so i might use it in another fic 🫡 big smooches to @screampied and @tojicult for helping me, ily <3 also tagging my toji girly @jabamin 💗
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Hi 👋
I saw your requests were open again! If you're up for it, would you do a fluff oneshot for Husk x reader?
Iike maybe they're hosting a ball and the Hazbin crew has to get all dressed up and the reader dances with Husk.
Kinda got inspo from the ballroom scene from Beauty and the beast.
If not, it's totally cool and I look forward to what you put out next! 😊
the timing is funny considering i’m doing the musical for beauty and the beast rn haha anyway this is so cute, and husk is my boo, so ofc i’ll do this for you!!
this gives off the vibes of one of my hazbin hotel oc’s so bad, so i’m sorry if the reader is a little more, detailed(?) than most of my previous works😭
i had so many inspo pics for each characters fits, so i put links to pics on the side for some of them, hope that it’s not too jarring haha
“I’m not too good at this…”
Husk x Reader
Warnings: Fem!Reader (i’m so sorry to my male or other identifying readers😭), Swearing, S1 Finale Spoilers, Chaggie (Charlie x Vaggie), Pentious x Cherri (idfk their ship name), platonic Rosie and Alastor
You checked your appearance in the mirror attached to your vanity one last time, you fluffed out your hair, which Charlie had been so generous to curl for you, and fixed up the edges of your lip gloss.
Ever since the hotel had been rebuilt, a lot more traction came along with it, and Charlie and Alastor insisted on hosting an ‘opening ball’ sort of thing for the reopening for the new hotel.
You dusted off your glittery, rose gold dress one last time (which for reference, looked like this), admiring the gems placed in your hair one last time, before hurrying out of your room, and down into the lobby, which was redecorated for this special occasion.
You see Charlie and immediately go to hug her, even though you got ready with her, as well as Vaggie, this is the first time you really got to soak in her appearance. Her hair was up in a French braid, it suited her oddly well, as for the dress? Her dress was very, well, her — it was princess-y, had some lace, but was a bright pink (which looked similar to this)
“Hey girl!” you said excitedly, as you pulled her to you, you could feel her smile softly in the crook of your neck, you pull back and grin at her, your hands rest on the sides of her arms briefly as she grins back at you, “You look awesome!” You said, she really did, she was very naturally pretty, there wasn’t an ounce of makeup on her face other than a few subtle coats of mascara, which you only noticed due to the lack of distance between you both. “Me? Pfff, stop. Look at you!” She says, giving a bashful giggle, more people begin to fill in, and music starts blaring, you both turn over to see Cherri over at the DJ booth — the guy Charlie had paid had gotten a bit too…high before the gig, so Cherri was a last minute decision.
“I should go, there’s a lot of, important people here I need to talk to, we need to catch up though!” Charlie said with a small chuckle, “Sure thing!” You reply before you begin walking around to find your next victim who’s going to listen to you talk their ear off until you get bored.
As you walk, you see a lot of folks that you wouldn’t expect to see, Rosie and Alastor are talking, Mimzy’s banging it out on the dance floor, and even Velvette decided to show up (the other two Vee’s weren’t invited for…clear reasons).
You see that Cherri took a break from DJing, as Alastor used some of his magic from his new and improved cane to have it do it on its own, after Adam snapped the last one in half.
Cherri’s chatting with Angel and Pentious, who which you never thought would come down for this after being redeemed, and excitedly you go up to them.
“Pen, Angel, Cherri!” You shout out as you approach them, “Hello, my friend, I haven’t ssseen you ssssince the battle! Quite the time, hehe!” Pentious said, giving you a side hug, which was a lot more awkward than you both would’ve liked.
“Heya, bitch!” Cherri said, nudging ya softly, as Angel gives you a small nod of acknowledgement.
“So, Pentious, how are things up in Heaven?” You asked curiously, a bit louder than you would’ve like, having to yell over the blaring music.
“Sssssplendid! I get back rubs every day!” He exclaimed. Odd. But that’s Sir Pentious for you.
Cherri and Pentious go off to have their own conversation, not wanting to third wheel, you more so turn your attention to Angel, who is looking quite bad ass. “Loving the look, Ange!”
He smirks, “You’re rocking your fit too, toots.” he says back, giving you a toothy grin. He had a baby pink blazer on, with a matching crop top underneath that pronounced his fluff, with matching pants and black heeled boots (like this.)
“You seen Husk anywhere?” He asked, glancing around the darkly-lit lobby for the grumpy cat. “Actually, now that I think about it, no, I don’t think I have. Why?” You said, beginning to go back into your memory to remember if you saw him last.
“Jus’ cuz, I know how you look at eachother, it’d be like a little romantic moment. Swaying on the dance floor, holding eachother, eh?” Angel said with a soft, playful grin, nudging your arm.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You say, a soft grin playing on your lips, yes, you do know what he’s talking about, a little too well.
“Sureeee…” He says, a knowing smile on his face, his head turns slightly. “There ‘e is.” He points to the far end of the room.
Husk is there, his shooing Niffty off as Vaggie goes to take her, a bottle in his hands.
“Go get ‘em, tiger!” Angel says, pushing you over.
“Hey.” You smile, Husk looks at you, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Hey, whatcha up to?”
“Not much, just trying to make a point to talk to everyone.” You say, chuckling softly.
His smile remains, before looking away, and then back at you, a…discombobulated look on his face. “Ey, I’m not too great this, ain’t done this shit since I was alive.” He starts, chuckling softly, “But, er…” He holds out his paw to you, a loving, affection smile on his face that tugs at your heartstrings, “Will you, have a dance with me?”
You grin widely, before taking his paw, “Yeah.. I will.”
As you both approach the dance floor, the music begins to slow down, as people take their partners in their arms and hold them close, cherishing a romantic moment.
Husk pulls you in by the waist with one paw, the other hand holding your own, as you both begin to sway.
You look around, too flustered to look at Husk, you smile at the sight of all the lovely pairs.
Cherri’s with Pentious, as he’s tripping over her as she chuckles softly in his embrace, Rosie and Al are sharing a lovely moment as friends, talking amongst themselves, and Vaggie and Charlie are holding eachother close, closing the gap to share an intimate kiss.
Your eyes skim over Husk, it was the first real time you’d seen him in, actual clothes…
He wore black trousers, with a fitted white buttoned shirt, with a red tie and suspenders.
Hesitation was written all over Husks face, you’d never seen him in such a state, he sighed before speaking, “Look, I’ve never been into all this,” he said, gesturing to the scenery before you both. “But quite frankly, my heart beats for you, and I’d really like to work something out for us.” He stated, a soft and… nervous(?) smile tugged at the ends of his lips.
“I’d… really like that.”
Before you both know it, the ball ends, and Husk takes you up to your room, you’re both slightly tipsy, giggling at simply the presence of eachother, Husk stops at your door.
He looks at you before pecking your forehead, smiling proudly to both himself, and you, “Sweet dreams, doll, I’ll see you in the morning.”
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18 aaaand 24😊
18. What work of yours do you go back to admire again the most?
This kiss
24. What did you listen to while creating this year?
So that depended if I was at my desk or not.
If I wasn’t (and I was drawing korrasami), I would listen to JVs podcast or Braving the Elements. Ya know, just to hear her voice. 🥹
If I was at my desk, I’d put on some YouTube video essays about Star Wars Economics or, I’d catch up on some Cinema Therapy videos. If I was in a mood to enrich my musician brain, I’d maybe watch some cover videos or Charles Cornell.
So, there were options! 😅😅😅
The Year Wrapped: Artist Edition!
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Gonna leave this here for I completely forget. I hope you’re doing great out there and giving your all! I had a thought recently.
Do you think you can give some headcanons on the bad batch/clones of your choice react to a civilian smiling at them? Could be one person, a child, elderly person, or multiple people.
From all that war and the things they saw. Seeing a friendly face smiling at them is a rare thing these days. And it’s nice to see hope become some of a good sign to them. :)
A Smile a Day Keeps… Clones Very Happy
How each of The Bad Batch react to a civilian smiling at them.
Authors Note: I love this idea! Enjoy 🤍
Warnings: none 😊
Echo
Standing amidst the debris of a town rescued from the Empire's clutches, he felt a mix of relief and frustration. Despite the devastation, he was glad to see the civilians unharmed but bitter at the unwarranted attack.
As he kicked at the debris, Wrecker's voice broke his thoughts. Looking towards Wrecker, he noticed a young boy peeking out from behind a cracked stone pillar, stealing glances at him. “That lil guy keeps staring at you Echo.”
Concern creased Echo's brow as he observed the boy's timid demeanor. Wrecker simply suggested, "Just wave at him, crack a smile. It won’t kill ya.” before sauntering off.
With a sigh, Echo gave a hesitant wave. Naturally Echo was uncomfortable, wondering if the boy was staring at his prosthetics but then, the boy smiled. Bright.
The action surprised him and even more so when the boy comes from behind the pillar and bounds toward the Clone, laughing and clearly just in awe of the man.
Echo blinks, unsure what to do but manages to smile back. It was rare to see such a friendly response from someone, especially recently. But, it made him feel good. Proud.
Hunter
Amidst the bustling streets of Coruscant teeming with people, accidents were inevitable—collisions, stumbling over obstacles, and more. Fortunately, Hunter found himself in the right place at the right time.
Accompanied by his squad, their duty was to uphold order among the civilians. Amidst their patrol, Hunter spotted an elderly lady struggling under the weight of numerous boxes, obstructing her view.
Despite the importance of their mission, Hunter's gut and sense of compassion propelled him into action. He silently slipped away from his group and approached the lady.
"Excuse me, ma'am?" His voice cut through the clamor, positioning himself to catch her attention. "Do you need help?"
The lady's face lit up with gratitude, momentarily surprising Hunter. Nevertheless, he quickly refocused, ready to lend a helping hand as she accepted his offer.
As the boxes were safely delivered, the lady turned to Hunter with a radiant smile, a rarity for some Clones to witness. "Thank you, sir. You're a good man," she beamed, reaching for her pocket to retrieve some credits as a token of her appreciation.
However, Hunter swiftly intervened, shaking his head. "Oh, that's okay. No payment needed.”
Perhaps her smile and gratitude were reward enough for the day.
Wrecker
Wrecker, typically exuded a menacing aura solely through his appearance to onlookers so a smile graced at him was quite rare. However, when chaos unfolded with the crash of speeders and vessels before him, he wasted no time in springing into action.
Amidst the wreckage, a man trapped beneath the debris cried out for help, but attempts to free him proved futile to passer-by’s.
Enter Wrecker.
"Step aside, everyone," his commanding voice cut through the chaos as he advanced. With remarkable swiftness and strength, he effortlessly lifted the wreckage off the trapped man as though it weighed nothing at all.
Initially met with shock and even a hint of disturbance from onlookers, their unease quickly transformed into applause—a collective expression of gratitude toward Wrecker for his heroic act. As the applause filled the air, Wrecker scanned the crowd, initially puzzled by the sudden acclaim. However, as realisation dawned upon him that the applause, cheers and smiles was directed at him, a swell of pride washed over him.
Rarely did anyone smile at him, let alone offer thanks, but in that moment, the gratitude of the crowd was enough to make his eyes glisten.
Tech
"Can we look at your armour, sir?"
Tech glanced up from his data pad, surprised by the small voice beside him. Two children stood there, their eyes wide with fascination.
"Why would you want to do that?" he asked, his tone tinged with skepticism as he observed their approach toward his comm.
"Because you look so cool!" one of the children exclaimed, their excitement palpable. Tech couldn't help but feel a hint of confusion, unaccustomed to such admiration for his armor or himself.
"It's not cool, it's practical," he replied matter-of-factly, before finding himself kneeling down to their eye level and reluctantly removing his armor. "You may look at my helmet, but I shall need it back soon."
The children exchanged gleeful glances before eagerly inspecting the helmet in their hands. Tech watched them with a mixture of curiosity and amusement, a small smile forming on his lips as they marveled at the technology.
Such admiration for clones was a rarity, but seeing the genuine excitement in the children's eyes filled Tech with an unexpected sense of pride. As he began to explain the functions of his armour, he couldn't help but feel a connection to these young admirers, appreciating their genuine interest in his expertise.
Crosshair
Talk about being in the right place at the right time.
Crosshair strolled down a bustling street, seeking respite from the chaos aboard the ship when his sharp eyes caught sight of a frail-looking lady who appeared lost.
Initially hesitant, he debated whether she could manage on her own. Yet, with no squad mates around to mock him, he decided to offer his assistance.
"Are you lost?" His voice startled the woman, eliciting a surprised yelp. She turned to him, explaining that she had taken a wrong turn.
"Do you want me to take you there?" he offered, looking down at her.
"Oh, that would be kind! Thank you," she replied gratefully.
Crosshair guided her in the right direction, feeling slightly uncomfortable as she gripped his arm for support. Despite his reservations, he allowed it.
Upon reaching her destination, Crosshair was taken aback as she affectionately pinched his cheek with a smile. "You are a nice man, thank you, sir."
The rare gesture caught Crosshair off guard, stirring something within him. As he watched the lady walk away, her smile lingering in his mind, he couldn't deny the warmth it brought to his otherwise stoic demeanor. It was a fleeting moment, yet it left an unexpected impression on him, reminding him that kindness could be found even in the most unlikely of places.
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Hello! I love your writing! Especially your sick fics. Would you be willing to write one with mammon? Possibly just forcing a very sick/stressed reader to rest. Or if you want to go further the fever getting high enough for reader to hallucinate and they keep trying to get up and he's trying to stop her. Either would be very appreciated 😊
Yeeessss, I will always write a good sickfic! It’s one of my favorite tropes, it’s just too good! Thank you for the request, anon! I hope you enjoy!
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Let's Go Home
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"...This isn't good..." Whispering, you looked into the mirror, not that you required a reflection to be able to tell. The facts were simple. You were coming down with something. There was a dark corruption stirring and settling inside your body. It felt off, and you could easily assume why. It didn't help that your throat was sore either. A telling sign if there ever was one. Of course you would have the luck to catch something just before a big assignment was due. Now you could spend the next few days being sick and stressed. Yay for you. The dread and anxiousness did little to ease the symptoms that seemed to slowly creep up on you the more you woke up. As much as you'd like to throw yourself back into bed, you couldn't afford to miss these next few days of classes. So, tugging on your uniform with harsh irritated movements, you headed downstairs.
Breakfast was already done for the most part, the sounds of the table being cleared and the last few munches of Beel could be heard from behind the dining room door. You'd given up food this morning for that last little bit of rest. You'd need as much as you could get right now. You could only hope the brothers didn't find your absence suspicious. If they knew you weren't feeling well...you could only imagine the kind of hovering they would do. They meant well, truly, you knew as such, but sometimes they never knew how to let you breathe. Plus, they did have a tendency to overreact, and you didn't need seven different worried voices buzzing through your head when it felt like it was buzzing enough already.
Adjusting your school bag, you twisted the handle to the entrance hall open, ready to make the journey to RAD on your own. That had been the plan, but a demon-shaped wrench was thrown into it. Mammon went through a short series of varying emotions, all of which could be seen plainly on his face as his eyebrows danced up and down. He had been pleased to see you, then confused, then panicked as he looked over his shoulder to ensure none of his brothers were following him out before shutting the door behind him. After that, he seemed rather smug about the fact that it seemed you two were going to head off to school alone together. "Mornin'!" He spoke softer than he normally did, trying to keep this little moment a secret. He slipped out of the main entrance you'd already opened and pulled you outside by the sleeve around your elbow. As the door shut behind you both, he stretched, his arms straight up above his head. He pulled them tightly before his hands dropped back to his sides. "Missed ya at breakfast--I mean, I didn't miss you, I just meant I didn't see ya there," he proclaimed, a little flustered but apparently getting more adjusted to sharing his feelings with you. "Stay up a little too late, huh?"
You remained silent for a moment, focusing on trying to sound as normal as possible. Although, as you attempted to reply, your throat squeaked out the answer. Clearing your throat in an attempt to sound clearer only made the pain in your esophagus worse. Instead, you just nodded your head, hoping that it would suffice.
Suffice it hardly did. Mammon already seemed suspicious, nearly making you sweat under the pressure. Or perhaps that was caused by something else... "You alright? Something seems off with you today.
"Mmhm," you hummed affirmingly, giving him a smile to show that you were fine. With any luck he'd just write off your strange behavior as lack of sleep. Before he could investigate any further, you took rapid steps down the path towards RAD, feeling his eyes track you while you did so. But for now, it seemed you were safe.
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Classes at RAD had hardly ever felt so grueling. They were always difficult, seeing as how they were all about subject material you didn't even know existed until you'd been dropped down here. Now that you were sick, focusing almost seemed impossible. But you had to. You had to pay attention. There was a test coming up, and if you got another bad grade... You couldn't stand it, the look on the other's faces whenever you did. With pity. Or even worse, like they expected it. Like you were nothing more than just a human who couldn't hardly be expected to do well. Is that why you had been pushing yourself so hard these last few weeks? Of course you had to fall ill right when all that hard work was supposed to pay off.
The bell for lunch rang cacophonously through the halls. Other demons grabbed their bags and scrambled for freedom. You remained seated till the herd thinned, slinging the bag over your shoulder. Just a little longer...Just a few more classes. You could do this. You would do this. While a demon would've given up already out of temptation, you would show everyone a human's determined spirit!
Outside seemed like a nice place to spend the break. Fresh air might do you good, not to mention it would be quiet. As for lunch...Hm, what would you do? You didn't pack anything this morning...and Devildom food wasn't exactly easy on a sick human's stomach. Maybe you still had some snacks for Beel packed away somewhere in your bag. You stepped through the halls as you rummaged through your things, eyes straining to look into the darker depths for something that might provide you temporary sustenance. If you tried to skip a meal, Beel would know. Somehow he always knew, and a disappointed Beel was ten times worse than a disappointed Lucifer.
"Oi! Watch it!" Two hands quickly grabbed your shoulders, tugging you backwards and slightly off to the side. You raised your head as it happened, able to glance forward at one of RAD's stone pillars that occasionally adorned the walls. You were about to face whoever grabbed you only to be turned around against your will. Mammon's hands lowered, trailing down to your upper arms where he firmly grasped them. "You're kiddin' me, right? Are you really that stupid to be walkin' face-first into the walls?" He sounded astounded. Exasperated. You knew that he had the tendency to sound like that when he was simply just concerned, but somehow the tone still dug into you anyway. You looked away from him, shrugging off his hands and heading down the hall again. "Wait!" Mammon lunged, reaching out and grabbing the nearest part of you. Your hand.
The action had you stop, but you stayed where you were, looking away from him partially out of spite but also because you didn't want your secret to slip. Mammon grasped your hand a little tighter, his palm moving against yours till he seemed to find where his hand fit perfectly. He was warm. Hopefully he would be too distracted by his embarrassment to notice that you were almost warmer. And not from the embarrassment. Perhaps you were worse off than you figured.
"I didn't mean to come off so harsh, You know I didn't mean it that way," he spoke, his voice softer than usual. You still looked away from him, waiting for a real apology. You could hear him shift on his feet, uncomfortable with the silent treatment, although most of it was due to your throat. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to raise my voice like that." Better, but not all. You tugged a little on his arm to tell him to try again. "And for callin' ya stupid. I know you're not." You sighed, taking the apology and turning to face him once more. "You're weirding me out today. Somethin''s been bothering me all day-- actually, this whole week-- but I didn't know why. What's going on with ya?" He looked deep into your eyes as if he could pull the answer out from there. It was hard to look at him with such a genuinely concerned face. He almost looked wounded that you would work so hard to keep something from him. Maybe somewhere in his mind, he felt as if he did something to deserve your actions.
You sighed, head drooping a little. "I don't...feel great," you whispered, your voice weak, coming out still a little scratchy despite the low volume. "I'll be okay."
"Not great?" He raised an eyebrow, dropping his hold on your hand to raise it up, approaching your forehead. "Like sick or somethin'?" Suddenly his eyes widened. "You're warm! Freakishly warm! I'll go get Lucifer--"
"No! That's not--" You pressed a hand to your throat as you swallowed, the pain making your fingers tremble. You had raised your voice a little too much. "I can make it through the day. Don't bother him."
He shook his head a bit at you, eyes narrowing. "Ya don't look like you can make it that long, we should get some help and go home."
"I can't, Mammon. I have to go to class. I can't let my grades slip lower."
With that, he actually huffed, almost scoffing in a sort of confused laughter. "Screw grades! This is you we're talkin' about!" One hand settled on his hip, the other gesturing as he talked. "Who cares about a few grades?"
"I do!" Your voice raised again, emotions as well as pain brought a few tears to your eyes. "I'm one of the exchange students. Everyone already looks at me like I'm destined for failure, like I'm not cut out for the Devildom, like it's only to be expected because I'm nothing more than a simple human. I'm going to prove them wrong. So if I have to suffer through a few classes while I'm sick, so what?" You stood your ground, mouth a tight frown.
Mammon took a step back, a bit stunned at your tone, but he seemed to understand. Although you could tell he was beating himself up a little on the inside. Had he looked at you like that? Had he made you feel that way? "So you've been stressed, huh? It's worn ya down." You couldn't quite deny that statement. The demon of Greed shook his head a little. "Hey, can you promise me something?"
Exhausted by your small outburst, you pressed the back of your own hand to your head, shoulders sagging. "Depends on what it is."
"Can you forgive me?"
You could only raise an eyebrow at that strange question. "Forgive you for what?"
All the sudden you felt yourself being swept up, body off the ground, your vision a blur of colors. Mammon's arms held you close, preventing you from falling in your small struggle. "Grades might be important to you, but...you're important to me. Let's go home." He watched your head fall against him dejectedly before rushing down the halls.
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Your head had felt light the entire way home. Everything was filled with that dreary fuzziness that came with dreams. You didn't pull yourself back together till you felt Mammon follow a familiar path. Sounds of home flooded your ears. The common squeak of the House's hinges. The echoing footsteps against the Entrance Hall's marble floors. The sound of Mammon's comforted sigh that he unconsciously made anytime he entered your bedroom.
You were sat on the side of your mattress, shoes being tugged off you and haphazardly and frustratingly tossed aside like they had been the source of your troubles. With two hands on your shoulders, you were quickly pushed down into a laying position, the covers being pulled over you and tucked around you so tightly it felt like you could hardly breathe. Or maybe that was just due to the sickness constricting your lungs. Everything was warm, every breath a wheeze. But worst of all was the feeling of defeat. Of the shrinking pride of Mammon being right. You were too weak to make it through classes.
"Hey, forget about RAD," Mammon spoke up suddenly, shaking his head at you. Somehow he had those moments where he knew exactly what you were thinking. You had never thought yourself that transparent, but maybe it was a pact thing. More than likely though, Mammon was just good at this sort of thing. "Your grades ain't gonna change the way we all feel about ya."
"You know what Diavolo and Lucifer expect of me. If I let them down, I'm ruining the image of the program. And I'm not like Solomon, or Simeon, or even Luke. I feel like I have to work ten times harder then the rest of them only to just barely pass. I..." You hesitated with your words, not expecting yourself to become so emotionally vulnerable, but here you were. Almost in tears, crushed under the weight of unbelievable expectations. "I can't take much more of this." Your nerves felt like frayed burning wires, the tips of your fingers trembling.
Mammon fell silent for a long while, glancing at some random spot on your floor. Finally, after you had both marinated in the silence, he lifted his chin, looking directly at you, rubbing the warm and pounding spots of your temples with one of his thumbs. "Forget about all that for just a little bit. Thinkin' about all that stressful nonsense won't do nothin' but make you feel worse." He suddenly stood up, rubbing the back of his head in thought. "Lemme get you somethin' to eat." Before you could say anything otherwise, he was gone. You stared up at the ceiling, a few tears leaving your eyes now that you were alone. This...sucked. But at least...you were no longer alone. Crying did nothing but exhaust you further, so by the time Mammon returned with some food, you were convinced you wouldn't even have the energy to eat it. He used one hand to help you sit up while the other placed a plate in your lap. It was a simple meal, but one that would probably help. Just a sandwich he had made with simple sliced meat and veggies. He even cut them into small little squares for you. His eyes were shining, like he was proud of himself, that he was glad at least that he got to do something like this for you. Then he suddenly looked at the watch on his wrist. "Crap, lunch is about over already." His mood tanked, apparently not intending to stay which surprised you a bit. You had assumed he'd give anything for an opportunity to skip classes with you. "Eat as much as you can, and then sleep long enough so it won't even seem like I'm gone, okay?" He tried to flash a signature smile, but it was filled with worry. "Call me if you need me. And make sure you call me and no one else, got it?"
You let out a breathy sigh. Just sleep and forget about it all, huh? Sure. "Okay." It's not like you could do much else. Plus, this demon was giving you some serious puppy eyes, and you had no idea if he was even intending to do so or if it just came naturally. Before he left, you took a few of the finger-sandwich squares and handed it to him, so at least, even if he was leaving, it was like you were having lunch together. He took them gently, that giddy glow that usually formed around him returning. He took a munch of one before running off, giving you one last glance before he shut the door. You looked down at the plate and tried a bite of your own. It was pretty light as to not upset your stomach, but filling enough to stop the slight hunger pains you were already feeling. How precious of him to make you lunch like that. It was a short time before they were all gone, the empty plate resting on your nightstand. Lying back down, you turned over in bed, groaning under your breath as you did so, closing wearily eyelids. With a full stomach and a sore body, sleep seemed to barrel into you like an overdue train. You might've been hearing things, but you could've sworn you heard Mammon's voice muttering something to you before you drifted off to sleep.
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The sound of a sharp breath had you open your eyes. You stared at the ceiling of your bedroom blankly. It took you quite a while to realize you were even awake. Slowly turning under your covers, you tried to figure out what or who had woken you up. "Mammon?" You called out, voice weak, throat dry. You knew you felt warm but you couldn't help but shiver anyway. Shaky and weak hands gripped your bedsheets as you pulled yourself out of bed, your head swimming from the movement. You noticed a shadow flash across your eyes. Something moved right outside your door. "Who...is it?" A few trembling steps and you were at the door, swinging it open. You craned your neck to look down the hallway. Nothing was there. Some sort of hum filled your left ear. It was hard to discern what it was, but maybe whoever had been outside your door went in that direction. So, you left your room, turning left to wander down the hall.
How long had you been sleeping? Were you still sleeping? No, everything felt too real to be a dream. And yet, everything in your mind was hazy. Thoughts were hard to keep ahold of, slipping from your brain almost as soon as they were manifested. You were too preoccupied with the pain in your body, and whoever was in the house apparently. You continued to shuffle past windows and doors, trying to keep an ear out for another noise. Something caught in your peripherals. As you turned to look out the window you were standing by, you caught the last bit of a blur running past the frame. It jolted you back, almost causing you to fall, but you stumbled into one of the hall's little dressers.
Now you were irritated. You didn't feel good enough for games. You were going to find who had just scared you and give them a piece of your mind. You marched the rest of the way through the House, ending up in the entrance hall. You only mildly regretted your decision when you opened the door, the cold air outside almost making your teeth rattle. You took a few steps outside anyway, glaring as you scanned your surroundings. There seemed to be nothing out here. Just as you were about to turn around to go back inside, a hand grasped your shoulder. You jumped, smacking the hand that had touched you as you swirled around.
Mammon looked dumbfounded, only to then turn his expression into one frighteningly close to Lucifer's. "What do you think you're doin' being outside like this? You have a death wish? I said to stay in bed!"
The shock rattled your lungs, a few coughs shaking your frame. "What the hell, Mammon? Why would you do that to me? You think skulking around the House is funny? Some caretaker you are!" You pressed your palms to your throbbing temples.
"Whad'dya mean?" His eyes went a little wide, looking wounded, but mostly confused. You straightened your posture, glancing behind him to see the front gate slightly ajar. Had he just gotten here? Then you spotted the papers he was holding under his arm. A large stack of them. "No one should be home but us. Even Levi was dragged to classes today." You raised an eyebrow at him, trying to go over the details in your brain. Before you could try to figure out if you were crazy or not, Mammon took your arm and led you back inside the House, dragging you along till you were back in your room. He was clearly worried, hardly able to stand still on his feet, his heels tapping against the floor as he helped you into bed.
"Where did you go?" You couldn't help but wonder. You didn't want to outwardly say you had wished he stayed here, but...maybe his tsundere nature was rubbing off on you.
He moved to settle the papers he was carrying onto the table in your room before coming back to you. "I had somethin' important to do is all..." He didn't seem to be very forthcoming with information at the moment. Well, when did he ever? You didn't have the energy to press him on anything. His hand suddenly cupped your cheek as he cursed. "You're even warmer than before..." He got on his knees by your bedside so he could be level with you as you rested. "How do I help you feel better?"
"Some water might be nice, and maybe a cool rag," you shrugged a little. There weren't too many remedies for humans easily accessible down here.
He shot up to his feet. "That's easy! I'll be back!" He dashed off, moving so loudly you could hear him move all the way to the kitchen. He came back just as quickly as he left, putting a cup of water on your nightstand and holding the rag in his hands. He suddenly turned a bit sheepish, slowly getting back down to his knees on the floor, glancing away from your gaze. He was fidgeting with the rag in his hands for a moment before briskly placing it on your forehead. "Why'd you have to go and get sick, huh?" He asked in a huff, pressing the cooler parts of his hand against your burning cheeks. "I can't stand the way you look right now. Hurry and get better, dammit..."
"If I could will it away, I would," you assured him. He stayed by you in a bit of silence, looking down at the floor as he fretted, muttering things about 'finding a magical cure' or something of the like. You couldn't help yourself. He looked a bit like a bruised puppy. Your hand found it's way into his hair, causing his head to snap up and stare at you, embarrassed, but clearly not backing away. "Thank you for being here with me. I always feel a little better when you're around."
It was his turn to feel warmth in his face. "Don't say stuff like that! No gushy stuff! 'Cuz then..." He quickly went silent, enjoying the feeling of your fingers in his hair. "I...uh..." The subject was suddenly changed. "I know you've been stressed out about classes and stuff, so I...went to all your classes for ya and took notes." He took a moment to relish your pleased look. You could only imagine the confusion of your professors. "But I'll only give them to you on one condition!" He shook his head firmly, letting your hand fall back to the bed. An accusatory finger pointed sternly in your direction. "You can't get burnt out like this again, okay? I'm serious. Deadly serious." He leaned forward, flipping the rag over on the now-cooler side. "Nothin', and I mean nothin', ever takes priority over you, okay?"
A little hum left your throat, almost cooing over him. A little tease left your lips. "Aww, so you do care for me."
He sighed, looking a little annoyed before his eyebrows softened. "Of course I do, ya dummy. That's why I'm here, right? Me and no one else...I won't let anyone else take care of ya."
#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me headcanons#obey me imagines#obey me mammon#obey me mammon x reader#obey me mammon x mc#sickfic
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CHAPTER 1:: black-haired angel
SUMMARY:: you get invited by your best friend nobara to your first college sorority party, and after being harassed by a college student, a black-haired stranger swoops in to your rescue.
PAIRING:: fem!reader x college au/stoner megumi fushiguro
WARNINGS:: MINORS DNI or you will be #blocked, underage drinking/use of alcohol, mention of weed, possible tw for sexual harassment?
A/N:: i just love love love posting out of the blue 😊 anyways y’all here’s a new series i’m gonna be working on :3 i hope i wrote my pookie well!!!
To your surprise, a classmate of yours had invited you to your first college party. You had decided to major in fashion design, which is how you met your new best friend and upperclassman Nobara Kugisaki, who was a part of one of the campus’s prestigious sorority houses. Of course, you had never been to a college party before, since this was your first year in college, but you decided to attend even though it made you terribly anxious.
“You know how crazy these parties can get, right?” your dorm mate Maki grumbles, helping you to zip up the back of your dress.
“I’ll be fine, I think.” you say bashfully, shifting in your uncomfortably tight dress. Since you didn’t have anything nice, your new best friend offered to lend you one of her more expensive dresses, which fit you just barely. It was awfully small, and reached just to your mid thigh, pastel pink silk, with a ribbon cinching the waist. you take a deep breath, jittery with anxiousness for later.
Maki places a comforting hand on your shoulder, “Just try to be safe, hun. We won’t be able to keep an eye on you the entire time.” she says, patting you on the back gently before going to go pull on a pair of sneakers.
That definitely doesn’t help soothe your nerves. You ignore her comment, gazing into the mirror and sighing heavily. “Hair up or down?”
You approach the front door of the sorority house, which is left wide open, and you can hear the sound of cheers and music and feel the scent of alcohol burn in your nose. Maki smiles warmly at you, “Just let loose, and always keep your drink close, ‘kay?” she says comfortingly, nodding at you before navigating her way into the crowd of college students.
When you follow her inside and reach the swarmed living room, you feel a set of hands rest on your shoulders from behind your “You actually came!” Nobara exclaims, squeezing your shoulders firmly. “I knew that dress would look great on you.” She grins brightly, pressing her cheek to yours. You catch a whiff of alcohol on her breath, making you shift uncomfortably.
You nod awkwardly, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. “Yeah, it’s great!” you say cheerfully, trying to mask your nervousness as drunk college students bustle around the sorority house. She helps you to pull down the back of your dress, which keeps on riding up your thighs.
“Stay safe, girl. I’ll be around!” Nobara pinches your cheek playfully, before disappearing into the drunken crowd. You cross your arms over your chest, navigating your way through the crowd, eventually reaching the beer kegs. You awkwardly pour yourself a cup, taking a nervous sip as you look around for any familiar faces. You can’t help but feel like all eyes are on you as you walk around aimlessly, before running into another one of your fellow students.
Yuji’s gaze turns from some black haired stranger to you, his eyes lighting up. “Hey, you made it!” he says enthusiastically, running a hand through his pink tufts of hair. “Ya’ having any fun?” he asks, nudging you with a playful grin. You force a smile and nod frantically.
He cheers, clapping you on the back, and you quickly try to escape and make your way to the bathroom, muttering “excuse me’s” and “sorry”’s as you maneuver your way to the end of the hallway. As you open the door to the restroom to find some girl puking into the toilet, and you quickly turn back around to find another restroom. You sigh deeply and take a long swig of your drink, gulping it down as your face contorts with disgust.
Suddenly a hand lands on your bare shoulder, making you gasp. “Hey, you. I’ve seen you around. You’re friends with Nobara, aren’t you?” The deep voice asks, and you turn around swiftly. You’ve never seen this guy on campus in your life, and he looks almost too old to be at a college party anyways.
“Y-Yeah. She’s the one who invited me.” you stammer, nodding as his hand remains firmly gripped on your shoulder.
“Yeah. She told me about you. But she didn’t tell me how cute you were.” The corners of his mouth curve up into a grin as your cheeks flush.
“Really? What did she tell you?” you ask, desperately trying to steer the conversation away from his flattery.
“Oh, nothing. Just that the two of you both major in fashion design, and all that.” His arm steers you down the hall as you walk together to the living room. “That dress.. fits you very nicely.” His hand rubs your shoulder, down to your forearm, giving you goosebumps.
You laugh nervously, “Thanks, I guess.” you murmur, trying to gently pull your arm away, but his grip only tightens. “Listen, it was nice talking with you, but I really have to go find-“
“Not so fast. I was hoping to see if you wanted to maybe.. head upstairs with me?” He raises his eyebrow suggestively, his hand lowering to your wrist slowly. You stammer nervously, panicking as you look around for any sight of Maki or Nobara, but they’re nowhere to be found.
“I-I really can’t, I need to find-“
Suddenly, almost as if your guardian angel descended itself, a comforting hand rests on your waist gently, almost making you flinch. “There you are, sweetheart? What did I tell you about wandering off on your own?” An unfamiliar monotonous voice purrs, soothing your nerves. You turn your gaze to see the same black haired stranger you saw earlier, looking up at him confusedly. He quirks his eyebrow, his navy blue eyes piercing yours as he shifts his gaze back and forth from you and the man in front of you. You eyes light up as you realize.. he’s trying to help you.
“S-Sorry, I was just.. um..” You don’t sound very convincing, unfortunately. The black haired man pulls you to his hip, his large hand resting on your head.
A nervous smile spreads across his face, “Oh.. hey, Megumi.” the man in front of you says disappointedly, taking a step back. “Didn’t know she was yours.”
“No worries.” He sighs with exasperation “Sorry, she doesn’t know her way around this place. Excuse us.” He says nonchalantly, steering you away, leaving the other strange man dumbfounded. You can almost feel your heart beating in your ears. He leads you to the patio, where your dorm mate and best friend are gossiping about whatever. He releases his hand from your waist, sighing heavily as he sits down and lounges back on a lawn chair, putting in a pair of airpods. The alcohol in your system stirs your senses, nearly making you stumble over.
“There you are! We hadn’t seen you in a while and we got a little worried.” Maki stumbles from her chair, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. Her eyebrows knit together curiously, “You good? You’re looking a little.. red.” she asks, squinting at you.
You press a hand to your cheek, which is burning hot. “Y-Yeah! I’m fine!” You fidget nervously, but everyone is too drunk to pick up on how frightened you still are, besides your black-haired savior.
Nobara gasps, grabbing your hand all of the sudden, “Oh right, we haven’t introduced you yet!” She drags you over to the stranger by your wrist. “Meet Megumi!” she says cheerfully, voluntarily holding your hand out to meet his. The blue-eyed stranger annoyedly glares up at you, taking out his airpod and shaking your trembling hand. “He’s going to be our designated driver, because we’re gonna get wasted!” she cheers out loudly, shaking your wrist frantically when your hand meets his. You nod, pulling your arm from her grip.
“Actually.. I think I’m going to head home early..” you mumble, crossing your arms uncomfortably. Your girl friends frown.
“Okay, girl! I’m glad you came in the first place. Stay safe!” Nobara says, patting you on the shoulder as she gets called away by one of her sorority members.
Maki releases her arm from around you, “See you later tonight.” she says with a grin, patting you on the back as she leaves to go follow Nobara.
Now, you’re left with your savior, Megumi, who stares quietly up at you as you meet his gaze. He stands up, reaching into his pocket to grab a pair of keys. “I’m guessing you’ll need a ride.” he says lowly, spinning the keychain around his finger.
Your brow furrows, “But I thought you were going to drive the others?”
He rolls his eyes, “I’ll come back after. You’re with Maki, correct?” He asks casually, running a hand through his hair. You nod, shifting while you adjust your dress. He sighs, “Not that far.” he mutters.
Megumi motions for you to follow, maneuvering around the side of the house, avoiding the crowd and leading you to the driveway where his car sits, unlocking it. He holds the door open for you before you get in, following suit and climbing into the drivers seat. As soon as you sit down, you’re immediately smacked in the face with a strong scent. Weed. A grinder sits in one of the cup holders, and the doors are littered with stickers and names written in permanent marker. He adjusts the radio to some kind of rock station to drown out the awkward silence as you two make your way down the road to your dorm.
You raise your brow, “You don’t exactly seem like someone who goes to parties..” you say quietly, pulling the bottom of your dress further down your thighs.
His gaze remains on the road, lowering the radio volume. “Neither do you.” he says nonchalantly, turning the corner towards your dorm.
After a moment of silence, he continues, “I wasn’t going to go.. but Yuji, Maki and Nobara needed a driver, and I’m not a fan of alcohol myself anyways.” he grumbles with a twinge of annoyance in his voice. “Some people have better things to do than get wasted..” he mutters under his breath.
“You know Nobara and Maki?”
“Yeah. Since freshman year of high school.” he says, tapping his fingers to the beat of the radio on the steering wheel.
You nod understandingly, staring out the window. “Nobara invited me so I thought I’d give it a chance. Kind of regretting it now though.” you mutter, resting your chin in your palm as you pass by the men’s dorms. You let out a sigh of relief, “Thank-“
“Don’t thank me.” He murmured, shaking his head. “Any normal person would’ve done it.” You catch a glimpse of his face, and he looks almost.. annoyed. The rest of the ride is quiet besides for the music playing in the background.
You reach the women’s dormitories and he pulls in to park. Before you can close the door, Megumi grabs your wrist, “If that guy messes with you again, tell me.. or campus security.” he says huskily. His serious gaze could almost burn a hole in your head. You nod silently, and his grip releases. Without a word, you shut the door, eagerly speed-walking back to your safe, comfortable dorm room, and immediately strip out of your dress and collapse onto your bed. You start falling asleep.. or at least you would be, if it wasn’t for your mind repeatedly replaying the moment your angel dropped down from heaven to save you.
Out of your own volition, you grab your phone from your purse, ruffling through it for your phone. Immediately you get to stalking, looking through profiles and more profiles on instagram. Eventually, you decide to look through Nobara’s tagged post, which is where you find a post from Yuji, tagging not only Nobara and Maki, but another account, your savior.
Before succumbing to sleep, you quickly shoot him a follow, and a lazily typed message.
“hey, it’s me :) just thought i’d thank you again for helping me!”
Slowly, your eyes begin to close, and you drift to sleep, your phone in hand as you dream of that same moment at the party over and over.
* ˚ ✦ CHAPTER 2 :: green out: after being invited to your first smoke sesh with your friends, you green out, and megumi helps you out once again.
* ˚ ✦ CHAPTER 3 :: commitment: against your better judgement, you go to megumi's apartment alone, and he opens up to you.
#megumi fushiguro#jjk megumi#jujutsu kaisen#megumi x reader#jujutsu megumi#yuji itadori#nobara kugisaki#maki zenin#megumi x you#megumi x y/n
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As part of a very fun trade with the lovely @cooldreamyfox have a little bit of Captain Boomerang x Female Reader fun 😊👀💦
As with all things, the tension finally boils over after one sarcastic comment too many but as Digger's chapped lips press against your own, a sense of victory alights in your chest that you had not been the one to give in first.
He's not a bad kisser; his enthusiasm making the scruff of his beard score along your much more softer skin as his nasty tongue forces itself into your mouth with a soft moan on his part. He tastes like beer, the residual drops of his preferred drink making your nose crinkle even as his hands loop around your hips to hold you in place.
Heat pooling in your groin, you feel almost dazed as he pulls back with a bright grin.
"Man, if you fuck half as well as this then I might have to get on one knee here and now." He announces, thick accent skipping over the syllables as his fingers continue to grope roughly at your hips.
"That mouth of yours needs washed out." Wrapping an arm around his neck, you hold steadfast against him deliberately brushing your thigh against his groin in a playful tease.
"Depends on what part of you is doing the washing." Digger grins, eyes dipping to the short skirt which hangs just above your knee as his hands drop to his waistband. "At this point, I'll take whatever's going if it means i get a ride."
Rolling your eyes at him, you press harder against his groin. "Yeah, we'll see who's fucking who."
Shoving at his chest roughly, the force catches him off guard and he falls to the couch with a comically shocked expression, his hands still fumbling with the zipper of his slacks.
Without giving him a moment to gather himself you slide atop his lap, skirt pooling around his hands as you place your fingers on his stained white shirt, deftly freeing the top few buttons to expose the russet hair which covers his chest.
"Hairy." You comment, tugging at the expanse of fuzz with pinched fingers.
"Sign of a real man, doll." He answers without missing a beat, toothy smile ready to go even as his clumsy fingers finally free his slacks enough to expose the dingy grey boxers below.
From this vantage point, it's easy to see the thick bulge which is desperate to be freed of his confines and you drop a single finger to run along the heft of it.
"Poor baby," you coo, grinding your groin against his thighs, "I really make you feel that needy."
A playful growl breaks free of his throat as his thick fingers slip under your skirt to skim along the thin fabric of your panties, even the soft touch enough to alert him to the wetness which has gathered them.
"Likewise!" He laughs throatily. "You're soaked, sweetcheeks."
"I don't have a rubber."
"I'm clean. I swear! Got the little guy checked out a few weeks ag-"
"If you're lying then I'll cut it off." You warn, hand finally dipping within his boxers to wrap around and free his hard cock. He's short but gloriously thick and the base of his cock is covered with a thicket of russet pubic hair, the slightest hints of grey flicked throughout as it matches his chest hair. You clench your fingers around the base of it, admiring the way his body jumps to attention at the rough sensation. "Deal?"
"Mmm hmm. Yeah! Whatever you say, sweetheart." His voice is deep, arousal pulling his syllables even lower as he bucks into your hand. "Cut it off. I heard ya."
Raising to your knees, you pull the fabric of your panties to the side and drag the head of his cock along your slit, coating him in your arousal for easier entry. A bolt of pleasure forces a shudder as his cock brushes roughly against your clit, a sweet sigh breathing from your lips at the contact.
"Be good for me?" You ask, teasing his cock as it presses against your hole, just waiting to be allowing entry.
"Never. I'm a bad boy and no good at following instructions. Failed most of my classes in school. Proper dipshit."
The comment catches you off guard and causes a pretty giggle to bubble up from your chest. Wet and ready, you adjust him slightly with your hand and you press against the head of his cock, allowing it to slip within you even as the slight stretch forces your breath to hitch.
God DAMN he was thick and, judging by the smug smirk which tilted his lips, he knew it.
"Gotta say, your tighter than I though ya would be."
Your hand collides playfully with his cheek, the slap sounding more aggressive than it was intended to be but it has the desired affect as his face twists into a determined scowl and his hips jerk off the couch roughly, impaling every inch of him within your cunt in one rough thrust.
A noise somewhere between a groan and a growl slips free of your lips at the sudden fullness, the deliciousness of his stretch quickly melting away the discomfort as the heat of his hands pins you into place. He's filthy and masculine, his fingers leaving the slightest hint of dirt on your pale skirt as the scent of him, woody and tinged with musk, swirls around your senses.
Clenching without thought, a similar grunt of satisfaction rolls through his frame and your hands are quick to drop to his chest, once again planting themselves within the thick crop of chest hair as you roll your hips on his cock and slowly begin to fuck yourself.
Digger allows you to set the pace. His hands remain on your hips but they only seem determined to keep you stuck on his cock rather than to guide your movements. The steady rise and fall has your breath coming in short bursts as the girth of him pulls at your walls to spark the most delightful heat which leaves you wetter with every passing moment.
"You're so tight, babe. Wet as a slut and twice as up for i-" A yelp stopped his words in their tracks as your fingers slipped further into his open shirt to pinch and tug roughly at his nipples. They were already hard and he seemed to appreciate the rough treatment as his cock jerked within you, hands pulling you down for another brutal thrust.
"Do you like a rough touch, babe?" You ask, throwing the petname back at him as you shake your head with a mocking lilt. "And you had the cheek to call me a slut."
"Do that again and I might blow my load early." He warns with a daring grin. "Then how would we have fun?"
Tugging at his curled hair, his head falls back in open invitation as you dip forward and lick a soft line across his throat. He tastes of sweat and cheap cologne, the mixture heady, and you keep a harsh grip of his hair as you squeeze around him.
"I don't know, Captain, I'm sure that big mouth of yours is good for something other than talking shit."
If anything, the look of utter arousal which washes over his face at the obvious suggestion was almost enough to make you regret that you hadn't taken the opportunity to sample his skills before fucking him. However, as he shifted forward, his blunt teeth scraping along your neck in kind as he renewed his assault on your aching cunt, you supposed that there was always time for a second round against the ropes.
#captain boomerang#captain boomerang x reader#digger harkness#digger harkness x reader#flash rogues#dc comics
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I've decided to start posting some of my wattpad fanfiction over here, so here's something for the Konig fans.
@SERIALKILLUH1996 on wattpad
*written in 2nd person, includes pussyjob, implied begging, mean Konig, edging, sexual frustration*
☆Friendly warning: if you are not turned on by the idea of being humiliated or practically begging someone for 👉👌, then this smut chapter isn't for ya. However, that doesn't mean all my smut isn't for you. Everyone has their own kinks and I'm willing to indulge in anything that doesn't involve incest, rape or pedophilia☆reader discretion is advised.
You had a crush on Konig. Not a healthy, "Oh, I think he's cute" kind of crush.
More of a "I'm begging on my hands and knees for you to let me suck you off" kind of crush. Konig knew this, and gave you a myriad of cute little nicknames for it. "Pathetic", "Lapdog", "desperate weirdo". How romantic😊
He was this tall, buff, massive Colonel, and you? You were just his desperate admirer who lacked self respect and sexual experience.
Even with all the times he'd rejected you and your failed attempts at being flirtatious, you never gave up.
He called it "pestering", you called it "ambitious". You were gonna fight for what you wanted, no matter how worthless it made you look.
Konig looked at you with folded arms as you hovered naked above him, legs on either side of him as you held an embarrassed expression. You had finally convinced Konig to have sex with you. Well, sort of. Certain rules applied.
Rules such as: "You're not allowed to stick it in." He reminds you, letting you know just how far he was willing to let this small arrangement go. That, and he wasn't actually planning on doing anything while this happened. He just sat there and let you do all the work. Not ideal for your first time but you were ready to settle.
You pouted as you looked down at his length.
A solid six inches with a thick vein sprouting from his groin that eventually trailed to smaller veins, the head only slightly exceeding the rest of his cock by centimeters, already glistening and moist from the natural lubricant it produces.
You had always dreamed of the day you'd lose your virginity, with all the deranged smut you read giving you great expectations on what would go down. You weren't necessarily disappointed with what you saw. You were just...unprepared. scared, even. But you couldn't back down now. Not after having to convince him to do this with you.
"It doesn't bite." Konig spoke, catching you off guard. His was softer than usual, but still hard enough for you to know he was being his usual mean self.
Hesitantly, you reach for it, placing your fingers around the top of it. It was cold and wet, and you could feel the veins described earlier.
You winced, laying it back on his stomach, the tip reaching his naval. You sat yourself on top of it, blushing as your entrance became acquainted with the feeling of the veins. You rubbed yourself against it, creating friction between your hole and his rod.
He looks at you with narrowed eyes as you edge yourself on him, carefully rocking your hips back and forth as your face burned with embarrassment. He watched the way your lower lips spread and closed as you rubbed yourself on him, your clit peaking out every now and then. The way your hips continued this forward backward pattern while your legs stayed in place.
He felt you heating up on top of him, silently enjoying the sight of you getting off at just the feeling of him against you. It was cute to him just how desperate you were for his touch. Your hips moved harder as you try to hide your pathetic whines of pleasure, letting your slick lips glide up and down his dick.
You could feel a lump in your throat, the feeling his girth teasingly rub against your hole making you feel uneasy. He could see it on your face. You were eager to meet release, a feeling you've only fantasized about. Konig watched on as you sorrowfully grinded, not moving an inch to assist you.
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Hello luv, you wouldn't be willing to write for Red Leg Zeff would you? If not do you know of anyone who would. Thank you, have a great day!
Hi, thank you for the request! I hope you like it! 😊🙏🏼
My Lovely Patron
Pairing: Red Leg Zeff x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1300
Ao3 Link
Summary: You are a journalist following a story about fishmen attacking a floating restaurant. You try to ply the head chef with wine for some details, but end up getting something else instead.
Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ Only, MDNI, Fem!Reader, Reader Insert, Smut, Fluff, Age Difference, Flirting, Alcohol, Vaginal Fingering, Size Kink, Praise Kink, Shameless Smut, Zeff is just a softie, with very skilled hands
A/N: This is my first request, and I hadn't planned on writing for Zeff, but I had a great time! I hope you enjoy it, and I'd love to try some more requests soon!
The fishmouth bar at the Baratie was emptying, noises drifting as patrons returned to their ships for the night. You’d bought a bottle of red, and given the bartender a hefty tip to let you stay while he closed down the bar.
You’d asked him for details on the recent events, but it wasn’t enough for your story.
Why were the fishmen here? Who were the Marines after?
The motivations of the Marines was always a risky subject, and could be even more difficult to publish. But you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was a good story here, something went down at Baratie.
So you waited, hoping to catch staff grabbing an after hours drink. It was always easier to get people gossiping over booze.
Your heart raced, and you tried to keep your excitement in when the owner himself walked in, his wooden peg leg giving his stride a powerful rhythm.
Red Leg Zeff.
It didn’t seem to be well known, but you did your research. This head chef once led a pirate crew, and now some pirate chaos just happened in his restaurant.
You grabbed the opportunity, picked up your bottle of red, and sauntered over.
“Hello chef, I just wanted to thank you for such a lovely meal. Would you like to share a glass with me?”
Zeff looked like he came out of daze, his braided mustache swinging as he shook his head.
“Oh, yes, thank you, We live to serve.”
The bartender magically appeared, taking the bottle from your hand to pour his boss a glass.
You sat beside the older man, realizing just how massive he was compared to you. He must have been a terrifying foe back then.
‘You’re uh, you’re here late aren't ya?”
You tapped your glass and gave him a shy smile.
“Yes, chef. The ship I’m staying on gets pretty rowdy at night, your bartender was kind enough to let me relax here for a while.”
“Oh, I’m sure he was.”
Zeff gave the poor bartender a look that could have been teasing or menacing, you couldn’t tell. You touched his forearm gently, which he looked at before turning back to you.
“Please don’t blame him. I can be very persuasive.”
Zeff huffed a laugh, seeming surprised.
“Well, my persuasive patron, we’ve got some wine to drink, don’t we?”
Finding yourself laughing, you realized you were enjoying Zeff’s company. You had a feeling he would catch on instantly if you tried to needle him for information too soon. The wine bottle was almost empty.
“So, Chef… I heard that you have an interesting past. I’ve always wanted to hear some real adventure stories.”
Your heart raced, adrenaline pumping for the fear you may have already pushed too far.
Zeff looked away from you, then gestured to the bartender as he was heading out. With another bottle in hand, Zeff led you to a table. You grinned as he poured another for you, then he leaned toward you with his glass in hand.
“I just wanted to thank you dear. It’s been a tough week over here, and I appreciate the distraction.”
You tapped your full glasses, and almost jumped at his words.
“Tough week? Want to talk about it?”
Zeff looked out at the dock, and you almost felt bad about doing your job when you saw the look in his eyes.
“Oh, it’s nothing. Just, uh... Just an old man letting go of his apprentice. That little eggplant has left me understaffed, and didn’t even have the decency to restock the smoked meats first.”
You tried not to smile. But it was so cute. This scary ex pirate was drowning his sorrows because one of his cooks left.
Fuck. I’m not going to get anything useful out of him tonight.
You looked toward the dock. You hadn’t lied about the ship you were paying for. The crew was obnoxiously loud, and you didn’t feel like heading there just yet.
Besides, I kinda like this old pirate.
You had cut yourself off, knowing that you couldn’t hold your liquor against Red Leg Zeff.
But you knew you were both rosy cheeked as he shared his stories, and you laughed when you weren’t sure if they were true or not.
Zeff sat back in his chair, head tilted as he looked at you with a slow smile.
“Bar’s empty now, pretty thing. How ‘bout you come take a seat on my lap?”
Zeff pushed his chair back, and patted his thigh, while your face burned.
“I, uh-”
“It’s alright if you don’t want to, sweetheart. I just wanted to thank you for cheering this old man up.”
Pleasant chills crept over your shoulders at his gruff promise. You almost laughed at yourself when you realized you wanted to.
You walked around the table, grabbing a sip from his glass before taking a seat.
The chef had already taken off his uniform, and your shoulder brushed against his soft striped shirt. You sat on his firm thigh, and tried not to look at the wood on his opposite leg.
One of Zeff’s arms circled your back, so warm and steady. A sigh left your lips, and you looked up at his small smile.
“Hi, Chef,” you breathed, and he laughed before using his free hand to stroke down your cheek to your neck.
‘You’re a vision, ya know that?”
You felt your cheeks burn more, and tried not to squirm.
Chuckling, he started stroking along your thigh.
“Now, I hate to have debts, darlin’. Can I repay my lovely patron for her company now?”
“Yes, Chef,” you said, biting your lip.
Zeff kissed along your temple as his fingers slipped under your skirt. The trace of his fingers sent heat right through you, your breath speeding up.
Zeff reached your core, and dragged his knuckles up and down along your panties. Your body bucked slightly and he grinned at you, before moving your panties to graze the wetness that had already built there.
Zeff brought those fingers to his face, languidly sucking your arousal from his skin. The sight was too much, and you moaned in his arms until his raspy words made your eyes roll back.
“Mm, you taste delicious, love.”
Zeff stroked along your thighs again before bringing his fingers back where you needed them. This time, he pushed your panties aside, and explored you. His fingers trailed along your folds, then found that bundle of nerves.
Gasping, you reached for him. You gripped onto him, holding yourself onto his thigh and shoulder while he showed you how skilled his fingers were.
Zeff leaned you back a bit, and sent one of his large fingers inside. His thumb rubbed along your clit, and your moans were getting louder.
“You’re being so good, pretty thing. Let me hear ya sing for me.”
Zeff thrust another finger in, reaching deep, hooking to play with that sweet spot that had your toes curling. Zeff’s arms had to hold more of your weight while you twitched in his lap.
“There ya go, girl. Take your fill.”
Zeffs words rolled over you as his fingers took you over the edge. You screamed into the night sky. Zeff's arm supported you from falling off the chair, while his other hand kept your pleasure dancing through you, helping you ride it out.
Zeff’s low hums as he stroked your hair and arms made you sigh, warmth and relaxation moving through your body. You tried to move to get out of his lap, but he held you to him gently.
“I’ve still got a full glass, sweetheart. How about ya stay with me a while longer?”
His request sent warmth through you, and you grinned up at his cheerful face, his mustache wiggling above you.
“Alright, Chef.”
Thank You For Reading! 💜
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how do ya think hee would act if he was horny??? 🤭🤭🤭 ALSO I LOVE YOUR SERIES, CANT WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTERRR
send me hard thoughts 🤗
i snickered a little bit when i saw this. like, come on. we’re talking about THE lee heeseung. the same heeseung who nearly blows his back out on stage during paradoxx invasion trying to impregnate the fucking AIR! heeseung would be a mess if he was horny…(also thank you, i’m glad you like my series!!)
if we’re talking about subby hee, he’d be more clingy than usual. his touches would linger a little longer, eyes would get lower and lower. he’d desperately be attached to your side, your back, anywhere he can press his body against your own, silently begging for you to notice his hard on. if you played oblivious, he’d get even more turned on. i think that after all the silent torture he’d taken on, he’d finally whimper for you to help him with his little problem…😊
now if we’re talkin dom heeseung, he’d be SO FUCKING COCKY AND UGHHH! imagine you’re minding your business in your shared apartment, cleaning the last few dishes in the kitchen when you suddenly sense his presence. not bothering to look back at him, you innocently asked him what he was up to, only to not get answered. you’d only feel his hands creep along your sides as he pressed himself onto your ass, grinding his dick against your ass. he would catch you off guard, causing your breath to get caught in your throat while he slowly kisses along your neck. by the time he makes his way down to your collar, your panties are soaked and you two fuck like animals for the rest of the night ~~
#laiya speaks#enhypen smut#heeseung smut#enhypen hard hours#enhypen hard thoughts#heeseung hard hours
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Hello, I hope you're having a nice day. I'd like to say that I absolutely love your head canons, something about Dabi being soft just makes me so happy I can't really describe.
If it's alright with you I'd to request head canons of Dabi admitting his feelings to reader for the first time, or his reaction of the reader admitting their feelings to him?
Many thanks!! 😊💗😊💗
Dabi Confessing/You Confessing
So glad that other people enjoy soft Dabi content 💙
Dabi confesses out of desperation. It’s like torture, every day that goes by without him being able to kiss you. He’s so in love with you, but so afraid of your reaction.
As time passes, it gets harder and harder for him to handle containing himself. Just to keep himself sane, he’ll “accidentally” brush his arm against you while walking, or offer to tend your wounds for you.
He’s hoping so much that you’re in love with him too and that you might ask him out first, but that doesn’t happen. He gets too impatient and he doesn’t want to wait any longer.
He confesses one night when you come back from a mission with some injuries. Touya brings you aside and wraps up your wounds.
You ask him why he does this, saying that you’re capable of doing it yourself.
“Because I love you,” he says without hesitation. His hands stop moving when he realizes what he just said. He thinks his heart may have stopped.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, I just-“ he starts to stutter, not even daring to look at you. “You’re so stupid. I love you too,” you comfort him, holding his face in your hands.
Now if you confessed to Dabi…
It’s actually canon in the smash comics that Dabi is a little slow in the head when it comes to flirting.
He’s in love with you too, but he has no idea if you love him too or not.
Even though you’re really damn obvious.
You “accidentally” stare at him all the time, claiming that you just zoned out.
You “accidentally” wear his clothes, pretending you didn’t notice you were wearing it but you literally stole it from his room.
You “accidentally” fall asleep on him, but you’re not asleep at all. Just pretending while laying on him.
You “accidentally” buy more food than you could finish yourself, so you give the rest to him.
Sometimes you wonder if you’re the one being oblivious, and that you’re not being obvious enough, maybe that’s why he’s not catching on.
No, Touya’s just a little bit… dense.
The poor boy. He really thinks that everything you do is just how you act. He has no clue that you are desperately trying to get him to notice your feelings.
If you knock on his head it sounds hollow.
Eventually you will realize that Touya really is not bright and just isn’t catching on, so you take the direct route.
He’ll be laying on his bed, minding his business, and you’ll come in and close the door.
“Huh? What ya’ doing?” he questions, tilting his head a little. “I need to tell you something,” you respond while sitting beside him.
Touya assumes every worst possible outcome. He’s never really had anything good happen to him before.
“What is it?” he replies softly, a little worried.
“I’m in love with you.”
Touya blinks a few times. “What.”
He couldn’t even think properly enough to make that “what” sound like a question. Just… “what.”
“You heard me,” you say, attempting to make eye contact with him.
His head is so empty. So adorable.
“Really?” he finally asks.
“Really,” you respond.
And for the rest of the day, you tell him about all the signals you sent that he ignored.
He really is just slow. In the cute way though.
#bnha dabi#dabi#dabi fluff#dabi imagine#dabi is touya#dabi x reader#dabi x y/n#dabi x you#mha dabi#mha touya#dabi headcanons#dabi my hero academia#touya todoroki fluff#touya todoroki x reader#touya todoroki#touya x reader#touya todoroki is so soft
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