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navstuffs · 1 year

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How would Leon Kennedy and Carlos Oliveira react to a GN!Reader who gets lazy/tired while on top

author's notes: there is a meme around tumblr that says, "horse pretends to be dead every time it needs to go on a ride." so yeah, this is sorta where this idea came from.

(NSFW +18 UNDER CUT)

Leon Kennedy

Leon knows you will get tired as soon as you offer to be on top. He watches as your hips snap lazily against his, keeping a short set of pace that doesn't make his whole cock disappear inside of you. He is focused on your pleasure expression, eyes semi-open, and wrinkled forehead. You look adorable and irresistible, he thinks. Leon's hands hold lightly in your hips as yours hold into his shoulders for support.

You try to fasten the pace even with your legs complaining, be a good lover, and not get lazy. You got this. You are in total control and enjoying yourself as you ride your boyfriend's dick.

But you both know you need more friction, and Leon has noticed the pout forming on your lips.

"Honey? Can I move now?" Leon asks, and you are almost tempted to say no. But your sex is eager to be touched, and you know you won't be able to keep up much longer.

Poor Leon, you think, as he pleads with his eyes, begging you to allow him to take control.

When you nod, a little embarrassed of your performance, all thoughts vanish from your mind when Leon changes the angle of his legs and starts to hit a spot that makes you see stars. Again. And again.

"Feeling good?" Leon grunts, and you roll your eyes, mumbling a yes.

He doesn't stop, just snaps faster inside you, his thrusts not faltering for one moment. Leon likes to watch you melt in his arms, biting his lips as he continues hitting that delicious spot that makes you moan louder. It is with pride and possessiveness feeling on his heart that Leon knows only he gets you to feel like that. No one else.

His hands grab your asscheeks, and you have to hold tight to his shoulders, his shirt, anything, so you don't lose your mind. He leaves you a blabbering mess, with incoherent thoughts and desperate moans imploring for more, if it is even possible.

"That is it, honey. That is it" Leon whispers satisfied, your body just clay on his hands. You would let him do whatever he wants with you at this point. One of your hands goes instinctively to your sex, rubbing it, desperate to feel your release.

It doesn't take long for you to cum, Leon's whimpers of encouragement being the last straw. Your whole body shakes as you moan his name, and you feel Leon hiding his face into your neck, marking you as his as he cums.

You both remain like this until Leon licks the spot he bit, whispering close to your ear.

"My turn to be on top next."

Carlos Oliveira

Carlos's hands grip tight into your hips as you slowly sit on his cock. Your hands are on his chest, your eyes closed for better focus as you move down, his cock burying deep inside of you. Though lubricated enough, Carlos is still big. That's why he doesn't complain when you take him slowly, your hands using his chest as support. He doesn't mind, and he prefers like that until you get used to his size. The movements keep slow and torturous, and Carlos is confused if you are trying to kill him now.

"What are you doing? Are you okay?" Carlos asks, his voice expressing concern as he scans your face. "I am not hurting, am I?"

"No."

As you continue the slow pace, Carlos tests by moving his hip once, and you bite your lips. He does it again, making you moan.

"Do you want me to move?" Carlos tries because he seriously tries to let you do what you want but needs more. He needs to bury himself deeper inside you.

"Am I not doing a good job?" Your tone sounds hurt, and Carlos tries to explain himself.

"That isn't what I am mean-" That's when he realizes your big naughty grin.

You don't answer, and Carlos wonders if that isn't exactly what you want. He pulls his legs up, bringing your body down into his chest, and thrusts his hips fast inside you, not stopping. Carlos adds more strength in every thrust. You want to move your hands for support, but Carlos uses one hand to grip your arms behind your back, and you can't move.

He keeps ramming into you, the headboard hitting the wall. Carlos likes to watch your eyes roll into your head, your leaking sex rubbing against his pubic hair, bringing him even more over the edge.

"Isn't this what you wanted?"

You can't even form a sentence to answer him, so close to your orgasm as you are. When you finally cum, screaming Carlos's name, it doesn't take long for him to follow you. He groans loudly, biting your shoulder and holding you tight in his arms, letting every drop of his seed inside you.

After taking a moment to relax, you flop to his side of the bed, gasping for air. Carlos gives you a side-eye as he wonders, curious.

"What was that?"

"Just trying to tease you," but Carlos knows there is more. He turns to your side, that face of his knowing you are hiding something. You admit, defeated. "Fine. I got lazy."

"You should have told me" Carlos brings you close to his body, kissing the top of your forehead. "I wouldn't have any problem getting on top."

You nod in answer, nuzzling into his chest happy and satisfied.

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suguru-getos · 22 days

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"Please- please-" you raggedly breathe, knees scraping against the hard floor as Satoru dragged you by your wrist, a soft whimper escaping your lips. You had no idea why he had gotten so angry. You have been nothing but good. You're forced to stand up next, hard grip on your hair sure to give you migraines. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I don't understand-"

This is the first time Satoru has been so silent, it terrifies you, the very marrow of your bones. He is big, tall, looming and so unwavering when he wants to be. Your hurt and panic breaks into a sniffle, lips parted to utter what he'd call a pathetic excuse of an apology. "What did I say, when I said I would be okay with you going out?" He raised a brow, and your pupils wavered in the bone-chilling coldness of his tone. Harsh blue eyes and pursed lips ready to attack his little prey. "Yo- You- you-" Fuck, you're stuttering. Just like you always do when you're scared and panicked. "Yo- You- you-… what. Did. I. Say?" Satoru hums, after mocking your tone.

You sniffled, "s-said to me to not go out apart from the estate premises."

"Do I need to make sure you listen to me in a different way?" For Satoru, it's simple. You have tried to run so many times that his patience has worn out, the constant fear of you going away is making him the monster he is now. The outside world is filled with curses, and bad things. You, are a non-sorcerer and you should know better. Besides, after today's incident. He is ready to do anything.

"Why the hell were you outside then?" He yelled, Satoru… doesn't really yell. The problem is, a special grade spirit was sighted near the store you decided to go see for yourself. While that's something rare, it's increasing his anxiousness a tenfold. What if you had been there, you had been a bag of fucking bones! "I just- wan' wan' wan'ed you know- I just-"

"Speak to me properly or I will break you in ways you can't take. Wouldn't let you walk for days." That causes you to cry out, why is he overreacting so much! Christ! He already has you here, rotting, against your will. You sobbed, heart racing and breaths shallowing.

Satoru was… tolerable… you wouldn't call yourself the unluckiest person in the world until today. He had abducted you, but he was never… this.

"Can’t talk to her or she will have a FUCKING panic attack." His jaw grits, holding you by the neck and pinning you against the wall. Your hands instinctively hold his wrist, but they're meek, sweaty with fear, and powerless. "If I see you step out again, I will kill everyone you hold near since you love watching me helplessly try to make you compliant, without hurting you, no?" Without hurting you… yeah right.

You nodded, "W- Won't step out." It's getting harder for you to speak with every second, eyes losing focus and fight or flight kicking in. Satoru's harsh expressions are blurring out, you were passing out.

And you do, fall limp against him. His feet impatiently tapping the floor once he sees you collapse. Another reminder of how you could die in an instant and leave him like Suguru did. A soft sigh escapes him once the throbbing headache kicks in. The high adrenaline calming down and kicking in with brutal headache. He lets you fall on the floor, ignoring the slight bruise in your head at the impact. You should know better. At least this is keeping you from not fucking dying.

He walks away to get the medication for his head, looking at himself in the mirror. He doesn't… look like himself. He leans in, watching the colour of his eyes greying. Something's wrong. That's when it kicks in.

Yandere Satoru was influenced by the same special grade curse he had killed. Why else were his thoughts so messy? You had escaped so many times but he always thought you'd just… understand one day.

A cold blood rushes through his spine once his cloudy thoughts clear up, and the idea of you passed out on the cold flooring floods him. Satoru has never been more quick to pick you up, cradling you close. Some part of him is happy, you wouldn't run away anymore. Another part of him is unsure if it's him truly thinking it, or if it's the curse's energy tampering with his own. A small part of him wants to die for putting you through this. Satoru Gojo needed to figure this out.

And then… he needed to build his relationship with you from scratch once he finds out what you did go out to buy. There were ingredients of his favourite Kikufuku. You were trying to make him… Kikufuku.

The small part of him that wanted to die isn't so small anymore. Months, if not weeks, it will take months to get you to love him like this again…

#ANGSTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk #yandere gojo #yandere gojo x reader #yandere jjk angst #jjk angst #gojo angst #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen angst

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hwangyu · 9 months

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up past bedtime

you have some fun with hyunjin in your shared room.

pairing; hyunjin x gn reader

warnings; not proofread, poor writing probably, hyunjin calls reader baby (x2), pretty and beautiful, oral sex (m receiving), < while someone else is in the room, cum swallowing, lmk if i forgot anything ... 18+ mdni (you'll be blocked bro)

wc; 846

"Are you sure about this, baby?" Hyunjin asked you, dim light shining on his face and his voice barely above a whisper as he nervously glanced over at the sleeping Felix—situated in another bed, he had drifted off to sleep around twenty minutes ago and it was only five minutes ago that you straddled Hyunjin and decided it'd be a good idea to start kissing and giving teasing touches to him. Yet, it still wasn't until you softly moaned and began grinding into him slightly that he realized what you were doing.

You let out a hum, looking over at the boy's sleeping body. He still seemed fast asleep so you remained unbothered as you looked back at your boyfriend. "Just stay quiet and there won't be any issues." You told him, placing a hand on his chest to gently push him back so he'd rest against the wooden headboard of the small bed you had agreed to share. Hyunjin knew you were into this sort of thing, the possibility of getting caught and whatnot but he never knew it went this fair.

Of course, that doesn't mean he was opposed, because he was still letting you do whatever you wanted.

Leaving a kiss on his neck, you slid down his lap, trailing kisses all the way until you ended up at his crotch, covered by grey sweatpants though obviously hard, which you had noticed happening somewhere between your kisses earlier—now laying between his legs, you glanced up at him with innocent eyes as you ran a finger over his cock, grinning when you noticed the breath he sucked in.

"Remember...quiet." You reminded, whispering to emphasize your point while you dug your fingers into the hem of his sweatpants and tugged them down, his cock springing out and you bit at your lips at the sight. You ran your tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, spitting on it before wrapping your lips around him and he bit his lip to stifle a groan.

He kept his gaze on you while bringing a hand to the back of your head, gripping your hair with his long fingers and pushing you further down his cock slowly—if you could have teased him, you would've, considering how nervous he was just a few moments ago—but you'd have to save it for later.

You hummed around his cock as he pushed you down, looking up at him through your lashes. Hyunjin let out a breathy sigh, pulling you back up by your hair and pushing you down again. Moaning around his cock at the pain from your hair being pulled, he sucked in a breath through his teeth.

"That's it, baby, fuck." He breathed, loosening his grip on your hair enough to let you bob your head on his dick yourself while you stroked what you couldn't take and by the increased volume of his moaning, he seemed to be completely forgetting that there was still someone else in the room, presumably sleeping peacefully just a few feet away.

You swallowed around him and hollowed your cheeks, causing him to furrow his brows, breathy moans continuing to escape him. Hyunjin couldn't stop himself from bucking his hips into your mouth, making you gag around him, and he winced at the sound. "I'm sorry, beautiful, shit." Hyunjin sighed, brows knitted together as you hummed in response to his apology—normally, you might've scolded him, but tonight you'd let it slide.

Lifting your head up, you focused around the tip of his cock, keeping your eyes on him as you swirled your tongue around it and watching as his breathing grew heavier. His heels dug into the mattress and he let out a deep groan, "'M gonna cum, pretty, gonna cum!" he hardly had time to warn before he came in your moth, eliciting another hum from you as you slowly jerked him off until he had grabbed you by your hair to lift you off his cock.

"Already trying to get me to cum down your throat again?" He asked you teasingly and you smiled, swallowing his load before licking your lips—chuckling as you noticed his red cheeks. "I like making you feel good, and I like seeing that look on your face." You whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his plush lips.

"And...you weren't exactly quiet, you know." You added and he rolled his eyes, scoffing. Hyunjin opened his mouth likely to argue with you, but cut himself off hearing the muffled moan come from the supposedly sleeping boy. You both turned your heads and while your boyfriend's face began to burn a deeper red, you let out another chuckle and a lopsided smirk.

You figured if Felix were doing anything, he would've stopped the moment he noticed you two stopped talking. However, maybe he was too lost in thought, because as your eyes ventured down, you still noticed to the blanket covering him moving subtly.

"Felix," You started, voice soft yet still teasing, "Do you need some help?"

a/n; everyone gather around for my once a month post. i will not stop ending my oneshots with a possibility to a sequel !!! i actually finished a hyune oneshot b4 this one but i didnt like how it turned out and to be honest im not a fan of this one either so maybe consider it a miracle if its not deleted in the future😭😭😭ill redeem myself </3 hopefully LOL still get nervous asf posting so pls be gentle😔🙏

#skz x reader #skz smut #skz imagines #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin x you #skz scenarios #hyunjin scenarios

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l0v3tast3 · 11 months

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anyone else randomly daydream about captain price fucking his s/o against one of those windows and/or glass sliding doors where you can see out but people can’t see in ? no ? just me ?

i will be from now on, on a half-hourly basis. your brain is a genius anon mwah!!!!

of course john already has those windows in his house, installed before he even moved in. so naturally the idea forms pretty early on into your relationship, the thought of being so close but still far enough from being caught by not only strangers, but his neighbors, ones you'll live next to as well when you move in.

you'll be over one day, standing in front of the counter when john comes up behind you and his hands land on your sides, drifting to your stomach and just underneath your breasts. he'll bend down close to your ear and mumble sweet words, "y'look so cute in those shorts, darling. look cute in just about anything, really." you smile and turn around in his hold, resting your hands on his broad shoulders. with the question of what he thinks you look the best in, a chuckle slips past his lips, leaning down close to you. "think you look best in nothing, princess."

he'll lift you up onto the counter and eat you out there, ravenous for you and your sweet cunt. it's not long before he curls the two fingers he buries inside you and makes you cum, back arching while you shake and press your head against the cabinet door behind you.

while you're still in your post-orgasm haze he kisses his way back up your body to your lips, sweet and slow, coaxing you back from your high. john gently wraps your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, easily picking you up and walking over to the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room just a few steps away.

the cold glass makes you press into him with a little whine into his lips. he draws away and laughs a bit, adjusting his grip (just as easily with the support of the window) to hold you up with one hand to line his cock up with your drenched hole. it's a point he makes to keep eye contact with you when he first pushes into you, his head popping through your tight entrance and burrowing in deeper. john is obsessed with the way you gasp and whine, breathing getting quicker the closer he gets to brushing against your cervix. you dig your nails into his back and grip the cropped hair on the back of his head, tightening the hold of your legs around him; your only option is to let him use you as he pleases, holding on as well as you can while he picks up the pace.

"y'want them to see you like this?" he teases, the corner of his mouth quirking up as he feels your cunt squeeze him even harder. "want them to see how well you take me? hah, wish they could see in, don't you? c'mon darling, tell me you do. use your words like a good girl, just like i taught you."

you do your best to whine and nod your head up and down while he bounces you on his cock, already getting close enough to cumming again that words won't form anymore. it's not enough for him; john doesn't stand for disobedience, not in the army nor from you, even when he's got you all dumb and fucked out (especially then, just for the sake of being a tease). he'll bury himself back inside you balls-deep, stopping and planting a hand next to your head, leaning in until you're nose-to-nose.

"told y'to use your words, didn't i?"

you whimper and dig your nails in deeper, grip his hair harder, trying to rock your hips against his. "john- john, please-"

"not what i asked for, princess."

he can feel your face heat up further and watches as you try to remember what he asked for, brows furrowing and eyes misting up in a way that almost made his feel sorry.

"want them to- t'see me takin' your cock," you eventually whisper, shy and breathy. "wish they could see me- ah!" you're cut off by him starting the same fast, deep pace again.

"that's my girl."

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imagineredwood · 4 months

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Hc for sub!Juicy being an absolute needy, clingy mess? Where all he wants to do is eat your pussy and (if you’re comfortable) rim you Like you can’t even sit down without him shoving his face into your cunt. Tyyy

I am typically...not a dominant person in the slightest so I had to wing this lmao 👀 But the idea was hot and it's Juice so I had to try and deliver. This got longer than a mf. Hope y'all like itttt 💕 If you don't......just lie 🤗

NSFW under the cut duh

He worships you

Always has

He thinks you're the best thing that's possibly ever happened to him

How you support him

How you love him

How you take care of him

How you defend and look after him

He's completely and utterly devoted to you

He's willing to give you everything and anything that you ask for

He will always physically protect you, of course

But often times he's simply submissive to you

Letting you take the reigns

Tell him what to do

Order him around

It's his favorite thing, feeling like he exists only for you

Sometimes he's bratty

Telling you no or giving you a hard time

Only to end up a whiny, whimpering mess beneath you

Begging you for mercy while you torture his sensitive cock that can't possibly put anything else out than it already has

His tummy a sticky mess

But other times, like today, when he's back from a run that took far longer than he anticipated

There's not a bratty bone in his body

He only exists for your pleasure

It's the only thing that matters

He's clingy and needy, something that is apparent first thing in the morning when it's his tongue that wakes you up

Head hidden under the blanket, hands softly resting on the insides of your thighs to give himself room as he laps at you

That's how the morning starts, which isn't too different than every other morning after he comes home from a run

But when you plot yourself down onto the sofa to watch your favorite show and suddenly he's down on his knees before you not even an hour later, fingers sliding into the waistband of your panties, eyes pleading up at you

"Lift up a little bit, baby. Let me get these off. Please. Please. I need to taste you again."

You realize he's a bit more needy than he's ever really been before

But you oblige, lifting your hips up so he can slide them down and bury his face into you once again

By the time he does it for the third time, a mere 5 hours since you've both woken up, you're actually surprised

Feeling his hands come to grip your hips as you stand at the counter preparing lunch, tugging at your panties again

"Are you serious?"

He chuckles into your neck, lips grazing and kissing at the soft skin

"Can't help it, babe. I just can't get enough of you."

And you tease him, shrugging him off gently.

"No. You've had enough."

His whine reminds you of a puppy, and if you turned around you're sure his eyes would too

"Please? Please, baby. I'll be good, I swear. I'll be so good for you. I'll do it just how you like and I won't stop or tease, I promise. Please. Let me be a good boy for you."

And who could deny him?

So you lean forward and rest your top half on the counter, Juice dropping to his knees instantly behind you as he pulls down your panties for the third time

You hiss as his mouth goes to attack your clit again and he apologizes sincerely into your puffy lips, his voice muffled

"Sorry, know you're sensitive. I'm sorry."

He dials it back, his mouth softer now lest you deny him

Sucking and kissing at your lips and inner thighs

His mouth drifting a bit higher until he's licking gently at your other hole, mouth vibrating against you as he moans

His tongue sliding up and down against both openings, finger digging into your hips to keep you in place against his mouth

Groaning and whimpering in ecstasy as you begin to grind back against his face, giving him everything he needs

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handsometheo · 8 months

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Haikyuu #1 -Cuddling

Characters Included: Shoyo Hinata, Tobio Kageyama, Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya, Kuroo Tetsuro, Kenma Kozume

Masterlist.

Feel free to tip me on Ko-fi or commission an actual one shot from me there.

A/n: I feel a little bad because Hinata's looks to be the shortest 💀 There may be a part 2 for the other characters I write for if anyone wants it. Also the masterlist is for all the things I write for, just go to Haikyuu and you can find the characters there as well as the subsections of themes. I still need to write different Headcanons for the themes.

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SHOYO HINATA

He's so touchy with you

There's just something he loves about wrapping himself around you like a Koala

Yes, Koala style. That's the type of cuddler I see him as

Just resting his head in the crook of your neck after training >>>> anything else

He appreciates being close to you so much. Your his biggest fan and he's yours, so he wants to stay close to you constantly, 24/7

TOBIO KAGEYAMA

He's not particularly touchy

That's not to say he doesn't appreciate it, of course he does

He just doesn't crave it unless he's in a terrible mood.

He cradles your head in his arms and keeps a hand on your waist, and he doesn't let go.

Yes, he isn't touchy, so his hands won't move. But he has and IRON grip on you. He isn't going anywhere anytime soon.

He does like to feel your warmth radiating off of you, reminds him of what your mutual feelings actually feel like

Basically he associates the idea of you to warmth

ATSUMU MIYA

He tries to pull a 'cool guy' act of not really caring and only doing it because you asked, but he's an absolute cuddlebug

He loves being in your arms most of all

After a difficult day, an argument with Osamu, just getting to rant to you

And you don't speak until he asks you two, you just listen and rub his back or card your hands through his hair.

He has his hands around your hips and buries his face into your chest, just to breathe you in

And when he's done with whatever he's talking about, he'll look up at you with the most content smile.

OSAMU MIYA

He's another one that loves being in your arms rather than you being in his arms.

Loves having you play with his hair

Unlike Atsumu, he stays silent. It's your quiet time together. You don't often get it when you're around other people, especially his brother.

He does however curse his inability to move when he's cuddling with you, he gets soooo hungry but just can't drag himself away.

He puts one of his legs over you and places his head on your shoulder.

He falls asleep there at least 3 times a week. Guaranteed.

When you feel down, he's immediately around you. His big arms bringing him close to his chest, he wants you to feel the kind of comfort you give him.

KUROO TETSURO

He'll lie down flat and just drag you down to lie on his chest

He always cuddles before sleep, he literally can't sleep without it. He doesn't really remember what he did before he discovered cuddling with you.

Knocked out. Gone. He's not present, once he's got you in his arms

Sometimes he'll just wrap all of his limbs around you. You'll be on his chest and he'll just fling his arms and legs around you, bordering on koala style but he's more of a cage

There's no escape. This is a warning.

But in all seriousness he does just fall asleep, he's exaughsted often from training and school so he appreciates a good nap. And he loves spending time with you, even if he isn't awake

One thing that remains constant, there must be contact at all times. No arguing this, he won't except anything else

You pull away from him for any reason and he's suddenly wide awake. It could be that he's a light sleeper or it could be that he's hyper aware of what's happening around him, I'm voting for the latter.

KENMA KOZUME

Hold his hand.

He's a cuddler, yes, but hold his hand. There's just something he adores about that.

He loves the closeness to you but when he wraps an arm around you with your fingers intertwined and you pressed close to him. He feels so energetic

It fills with him a joy that gets his heart rate to practically double in seconds.

Another way he likes is with you having your arms around him and your head on his shoulder while he presses his back into your chest and he can ay his games still while having you close

Or he'll be wrapped around you while you press your back into his chest instead.

He just enjoys the close proximity to you.

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no1konigfan · 1 year

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Task force 141+König when they are horny

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Captain Price

-Really depends on how horny he is

-But he's pretty casual about it

-I mean,he's a middle aged man with a very hard job, he don't have time to fuck around

-He won't say he's horny though

-He believes in"actions speaks louder"

-It usually happens when you two are watching a movie while cuddling,but deep down both of you know he does not watch the movie

-With one hand he caresses your hair while the other one makes its' way down on your body

-You feel the shivers go up and down your spine caused by his warm hands

-The hand in your hair suddenly disappears and is now gripping your chin to look up at him as he's inviting you in a slow sensual kiss

Soap

-It's really not hard to tell when he's horny

-He doesn't say it with words but his actions are clear

-He kisses you more than usually and his hands do not leave your body, not even for a minute

-But he will wait until you make the first move to have sex

-Which can be pretty annoying for the both of you

-For you,because he's a grown man,living together with his girlfriend,if he want to have sex ,he just has to say it

-For him,because you make sure to not make the first move

-You will drag his little game out till he can,which is usually 2 to 5 days

-But in those 5 days he suffers

-You two will go to bed with him kissing you goodnight,saying he loves you,but you can always hear him whisper"you witch" under his nose,making you chuckle

Ghost

-He doesn't say it

-He doesn't show it

-Neither of you know why but he just doesn't

-He will just say"Fucking hell,you have no idea how much i've been waiting to do this" as he's slinding into you

-One time you told him it makes you feel bad that he doesn't say these things and from then on,sex was a daily activity

Gaz

-It's unusual for Gaz to be an attention seeker

-But he just can't help it

-He wants ALL your attention

-And god forbid you giving your attention to anything else

-He will stare at you so much it starts to feel like he's burning a hole in you

-And then the rope breaks and the next thing you notice is him prying your shirt off you while kissing your neck

Alejandro

-He makes sure to let you know it

-He got home from a mission and just woke up to the smell of pancakes

-He made his way in the kitchen seeing you in his black shirt and nothing else

-With two slow steps he was just in the right distance to hug you from behind making you feel his already hard member pressing to your back

-He lowers his head next to your ear and whispers all sorts of knee buckling things

-The way his rough,hoarse voice speaking to you in spanish was all it took to get your penties wet.And he knew it,and used it everytime

-Even when he's extremely horny,he makes the sex all about you

-That's what gets him off

-Seeing the pleasure on your face

König

-Now there is two sides to a coin

-On one side this man will do so many romantic things when he's horny

-He takes you to picnic in a forest for lunch

-He makes your favourite food for dinner with candles on the table and tells you to put on a beautiful dress

-Spoils you

-But the other time oh god

-He's just so needy he can't wait another minute

-The moment he sees you in his shirt he looses it

-He grabs your waist,pushes you against the nearest surface and before you even notice your clothes are gone

#cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod price #x reader #simon ghost riley #soap mw2 #call of duty #gaz cod #alejandro vargas #alejandro cod #cod ghost #könig cod

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vioartemis · 1 year

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Alone with you

(Tara carpenter x fem! reader)

Summary: After your girlfriend of 4 years got brutally attacked at her house, you're willing to do anything to keep her safe, even if it means putting yourself in danger Request here :)) Warnings: blood, injuries, Tamber (one sided) (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

You just learnt your girlfriend had been attacked the night before and ran to the hospital to be by her side when she would wake up.

When she opened her eyes, you could say she was relieved to see you next to her.

"Y/n...?"

"Hi baby..."

She started to tear up, lower lip trembling.

"I was so scared..." she sobbed "He- he was wearing a Ghostface costume Y/n... w-what if it's another psycho like the others...?"

You sat on the bed and hugged her, stroking her hair as she cried against you, gripping your shirt tight.

"I'm sorry I wasn't with you... y-you're gonna be okay from now on, I'm here, I'll protect you my love..."

You tried your best to comfort her, and even though you were not the best at it, it was working. She felt safe in your arms, face buried in the crook of your neck.

"Please don't leave me..."

"I won't, I swear. I'm staying here as long as you need me to" you placed a kiss on her head "Do you want me to tell our friends you're awake?"

She shook her head slightly, not letting go of you.

"I'll do it myself, but not now... I want to stay alone with you. Can you lay in bed with me...?"

"Of course"

You took off your shoes and slipped in her bed, taking her back in your arms.

You had no idea who could have attacked your girlfriend, but whoever it was, you were going to make them pay for almost taking her away from you.

Yet you felt that maybe they didn't want to kill her. They could have easily sunk their knife in her throat or in any vital organs for the final blow. But they didn't.

Either it was part of their plan, or they just couldn't.

You hoped it was the first option with your whole heart. Because if it wasn't, it meant the new Ghostface could be one of your friends. Someone that loved Tara so much they couldn't kill her.

If anyone else came to this conclusion, you would be the prime suspect. That's what prevented you from sharing your theory with the police. Your girlfriend doubting you was the last thing you wanted.

After Tara texted Wes around half an hour later, and ten more minutes for them to come here, your friends arrived at the hospital, soon followed by none other than Samantha Carpenter and her boyfriend.

You got out of Tara's bed when your friends arrived, now sitting on a chair right next to her bed, holding her hand.

How many years had it been since you saw Sam for the last time? 5 years? More? It felt like an eternity. She used to babysit Wes, Mindy, Chad and you when you were younger, but you knew her before that, being Tara's friend since forever.

You had always loved her, she was the older sister you never had. Until she left. You never heard of her since that day.

You hoped she had changed and she wouldn't hurt Tara anymore.

"Look guys, Tara's really tired. Maybe we should give her some space" Amber suggested

Everyone agreed and started to leave.

"Not you Sam. I want you to stay"

You gave a last squeeze to your girlfriend's hand before sitting up too.

"I'll text you and be back later in the day" you said softly

"Wait before you go..."

She beckoned you to lean in, and put her valid hand on the back of your neck, pulling you close to kiss you tenderly.

"I love you" she whispered against your lips

"I love you too baby"

You smiled, giving her a last peck on the lips before standing up, cheeks a little redder than usual. Sam looked shocked but didn't say anything as you walked past her.

Once you left, Tara broke down again in her sister's arms. Like you, Sam tried her best to comfort her, hugging her and patting her back.

She tried to make Tara think of something else.

"How long has it been? Y/n and you"

A smile crept on Tara's face as she heard your name.

"Four years, since freshman year"

Sam could see you made her sister happy. The light in her eyes, this little shiny light couldn't mean anything else. She always thought you would make a great couple.

Out of all of her sister's friends you had always been her favorite. She knew Wes had a crush on Tara back in the days, but she never thought she liked him back. Even then, she only had eyes for you.

"You make a cute couple"

<><><><> ♡ <><><><>

"Welcome to act three"

So it was her all along? Her that attacked Tara at her house and at the hospital? Her that almost killed the person you loved the most?

You knew she had a crush on Tara. You saw it in the way she looked at her, even though she denied it. Maybe Amber's feelings were the only thing that saved Tara.

Amber tried to shoot Sam but Tara pushed her arm up, making her miss. Everyone split up, running away from the psycho while she dragged Tara upstairs.

"Y/n-!"

You rushed in the kitchen to grab a knife, before heading upstairs as fast as you could. Amber had a gun, you had to have something to defend yourself.

When you found them, Amber was tying Tara up with duct tape.

"Get the fuck away from her"

The brunette paused for a second before slowly standing up, reaching behind her for her gun.

"I really should've killed you when I could." she groaned, glaring daggers at you

She tried to shoot you but missed. The bullet only brushed your arm, burning your shirt and skin in the process.

You clenched your teeth at the pain but wasted no time and rushed toward her, cutting her wrist with the knife enough to make her drop the gun.

She bent down and held her bleeding wrist against her. You took a step closer, thinking it was safe, but her head jolted up before she launched herself at you.

Taken by surprise, you fell to the ground, knife still in hand. You tried to stab her but she stepped on your wrist, forcing your hand opened, and took the knife.

You scream in pain as she sank the blade into your stomach harshly, positioning herself on top of you. Her slender fingers wrapped around your throat, squeezing hard.

"You really thought you could steal her from me like that huh? She's mine. Has always been. I've waited long enough."

You tried to push her away, but her grip on your throat was cutting your air off, and her weight on you pushed the knife even deeper in your stomach.

You started feeling lightheaded. Was this really how you were going to die? You couldn't do anything, all your strength taken away by the lack of air.

"Fuck you" you managed to say before a vase crashed on her head

She fell to the side, the impact knocking her out. You took a deep breath and coughed when you tried to sit up, the knife still in your stomach.

Tara sat next to you, concern written on her face.

"Are you okay babe...?"

You gave her a thumbs up, still trying to catch your breath. You would definitely have a mark with how hard she was squeezing your throat.

After a moment, you tilted your head up slightly toward the knife.

"Should we take it out?"

"Wouldn't you get hurt more if we don't?"

"I don't know... but right now it prevents me from bleeding too much..."

"Maybe we should take it out. You know, no risk for anyone to twist it while it's still in you"

She wasn't wrong.

"Okay okay, but you're gonna have to do it my love..."

She gulped, looking at the knife with apprehension. She really didn't want to hurt you. But Amber could regain consciousness at any moment, and this time she would kill you.

"I'm going at three okay...?"

She grabbed the handle with her valid hand.

"One, two-" she pulled it out in one swift motion, blood gushing out of your wound

You swore under your breath, fists clenched. Tara was looking for a towel or something to bandage you up when you saw Amber moving in the corner of your eye.

"Shit" you mumbled, sitting up painfully "Tara baby, we need to go, she's waking up"

You got up as quickly as you could while Tara grabbed her crutches, lying next to Amber's bed. You took the knife and the gun with you, hoping Amber would be confused enough not to chase you right after she woke up.

As you went downstairs with Tara, Richie appeared in the hall.

"Where were you? Where's Amber?"

"Upstairs" Tara said "she tried to lock me up in a closet"

Richie's eyes widen when he saw you were bleeding. He got closer to you.

"She stabbed you"

"No shit Sherlock. How did you figured that out?"

When he took one more step closer, you saw something shiny in his hand. But it was to late to back up now, the blade was already sinking in your leg. You hissed in pain, tears in your eyes.

"She's gonna be pissed if I kill you. But don't worry, you're gonna die soon" he smirked at you "Don't even try to save her Tara, you-"

He turned around but she was nowhere to be seen.

"Fuck"

What happened after that was mostly the two of them explaining their plan to you, once you were all gathered into the kitchen - except for Tara - and some more fighting.

At one point, one of them plunged a knife in your back. You were tired of getting stabbed.

The first thing you remembered after that was Amber getting BBQed alive by Gale and Sidney. Deserved, you thought.

Then, the three of you went to the hall where Sam was slicing Richie's throat.

"Careful, they always come back"

Sam took Gale's gun and shot Richie three times. But as you thought it was finished, you heard a scream behind you. Amber was running toward you, knife in hand.

But before she could harm anyone, she was shot in the head.

"That's for stabbing my girlfriend."

Her sweet voice was filled with anger and sadness. You walked toward her, relieved that nothing happened to her, and hugged her tight, not caring if it hurt you.

<><><><> ♡ <><><><>

Months after this night, your wounds had healed, only leaving painless scars. Your throat still hurt sometimes, but never too much. The doctors said it was normal after what Amber did.

"Okay I'm leaving, have fun girls!"

Today was your fifth anniversary, and for the occasion, Sam was leaving for the night, giving you more intimacy. You were almost living with them given the time you spent at their house instead of yours.

This year, you settled for a simple date at home; romantic dinner, Netflix and chill. With the recent events, none of you wanted to go out too much.

You spent the day preparing everything with her, cooking, fighting with the flour, laughing together. That was so much fun, knowing you were not the best cook.

Everything was ready now, you just had to change.

When you finally went to the living room, Tara was lighting up the candles. She was gorgeous. You stared in awe for a minute before she made her way to you and pressed a kiss on your lips.

"You okay?"

"Yeah I- You're gorgeous tonight my love..." you placed your hands on her waist "Breathtaking even"

You could see her blush at your words.

"I could say the same to you babe" now it was your turn to blush, making her lips curl up "Come on, dinner's gonna get cold"

That was clearly not the best dinner you ever had quality speaking, but it was the best because you made it with the girl you loved.

When it was time to get the cake - maybe the best dish you had made this day - you took a small box out of your pocket.

"Before we eat the cake, I'd like to give you something"

You handed her the little box across the table, a wide smile on your face.

"Wait I got you something too" she said

She handed you a little box, almost the same as yours.

"We open it together okay?"

"3, 2, 1..."

You opened the boxes at the same time.

You got her a promise ring, physical symbol of your love for her and that you would be there no matter what.

It took you weeks to find the perfect one, but you found it. The color, the shape, it was the one you imagined. You knew it wasn't that important, but finding a pretty ring was a must to you.

When you opened your gift, you saw... a promise ring. You saw this one when you were looking for hers. It was definitely the one you would have chosen.

You were both speechless, rings in hand, and after a moment you started laughing.

"Looks like we had the same idea" you smiled, putting the ring on while Tara did the same "it's perfect baby"

You got up from your chair, leaning forward to kiss her across the table, entwining your fingers with hers in the process. She smiled against your lips.

"A perfect ring for a perfect girl"

#tara carpenter x fem reader #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #scream #scream 5

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mysumeow · 10 months

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WANDERER ALPHABET PT. 2/2🥛. . ♡ 💭

warnings: afab genitalia, mentioned use of skirt for reader, gn pronouns.

a/n: me to myself: ok write something short and nice. keep it simple. *proceeds to write three paragraphs for a single letter*. remember this all is just my take on wanderer ;7; i hope everyone enjoys it n_n

PART ONE

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Edging, overstimulation, ruined orgasms (giving more often than receiving), hair pulling (giving and receiving, when you're fed up with his edging) (that's why he riles you up), cockwarming and, lowkey, humiliation.

Generally, he enjoys exploring how far you can go before you get desperate and to what lengths you would go to reach that sweet orgasm. Where's your limit? He must know everything about you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Private’s not bad, but he sometimes entertains the idea of making you cockwarm him in the Akademiya library, in the most secluded corner there is, and preferably with you wearing a skirt, since it would be easier to hide what’s going on.

The thrill for him is watching you struggle to keep yourself composed while he finishes his essays. You might be doing a decent job at keeping a neutral face, but he wants to see you sweat and struggle, so he grips your hips harder, and gives a shallow thrust.

You have to grip the pencil in your hand to force yourself to shut up.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The short answer is that your mere presence makes him happy. In all sorts of senses.

He won’t confess that since he keeps those candid emotions to himself. He often finds himself drawn to you, and to be able to experience unconditional love from someone else only fuels the need to mark you somehow and let everyone know that he won't be letting go of you anytime soon.

It's common for you to leave with at least one mark on your neck. He can’t go more than ten minutes without craving your attention. Expect him to stand by you when you’re talking to someone else. He doesn’t interrupt the conversation, though. Just letting the other person know he’s there is enough for him. God forbid someone flirts with you within his vicinity; he’s doubling up the number of marks on you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Can't fathom the idea of hurting you. Sure, he can spank you if that's what gets you going. Sure, he can pull on your hair too. Be rougher when handling your body on the bed; bite you, etc. He puts a full stop to anything that can fatally injure you. You're too precious for him; he can't allow himself to put you at any type of risk.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving. If it makes your legs tremble and leaves you gasping, he’s in for it, and oral is one way to do it. He enjoys going at it at his own pace, making sure to work you through it until you’re left trembling and gasping, increasing the intensity. His favorite part is stopping when you’re about to cum, and how whiny you may get or your pleading expressions. He lives for it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He gets caught up in his emotions, which are intense during these intimate moments. And that ardor in his heart channels right through his actions. In other words, he gets rough.

Not out of pure, unadulterated lust; this is one of the few occasions in which he allows himself to be vulnerable. You’re lost in the pleasure of how he holds you, the unforgiving pace he sets, chest heaving, and trying to ground yourself; surely you won’t notice the way he beholds the sight in front of him with utmost devotion.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He convinces himself that his restraint on carnal desire is excellent. Until you start teasing him. And begin sliding your hand up and down his thigh, the sultry little look you give him.

Next thing you know, you’re trying to push his mouth from your clit; someone’s approaching, and you’re unable to hold your voice any longer if he keeps going.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’ll try anything that makes you happy. For some things, you might have to beg him. Only because he likes seeing you do so.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Resilient.

His body withstands a stellar amount of physical work. It’s a big possibility that you’ll be the one to tire out before him.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He prefers using them on you, but if you want to use them on him, he’s willing.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

If you’ve reached this far into the alphabet, you must’ve noticed a constant theme of him relishing in leaving your legs trembling and begging for more, or less if he’s overstimulating you. The funny thing is that, if you’re the one on the giving end, he’s a brat. Which, if you enjoy that, makes the experience entertaining.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not loud enough for everyone in the vicinity to realize what’s going on behind closed doors. It's similar to his normal speaking voice. Slightly lower.

His ears burn red whenever, after the session, he remembers how his voice slipped out more than he would like it to. Lots of hums from him attempting to hold his voice, lots of ‘ah’s when he can no longer push himself to hide it, and the occasional whine.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

More than once, he has fantasized about using your tits or thighs to get off. The mere idea of sliding his dick between either of those soft and pleasant places makes his cock hard.

He imagines his hands grabbing at your breasts while yours are free to roam around his thighs, your mouth open to suck and lick his tip whenever he cants his hips forward—or, your thighs, sliding between them and teasing you by rubbing occasionally on your pussy lips, but not giving in quite yet. He wants to make you beg for it.

Since he's quite new to this, he still feels a bit embarrassed about having those thoughts and, even worse, admitting them.

He'll drop a hint here and there about it, expecting you to be the one to offer it yourself.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Proportionate in terms of length and girth; none far outweighs the other in any aspect. A bit over average, but nothing overwhelming. What’s not average is his sensitivity. He gets hard at the minimal direct touch from you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He seeks you when frustration piles up and is about to spill. He’s receptive whenever you’re in the mood.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He pretends to sleep and waits for you to doze off first. He caresses your hair lovingly, admiring each detail on your face. The sight of you sleeping relaxes him and makes it easier for him to fall asleep, even if he doesn’t need it that much. He appreciates the bonding aspect of it.

#genshin smut #wanderer smut #scaramouche smut #/ᐠ - ˕ -マ .. smut

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vympirestake · 10 months

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— Michael Myers NSFW Headcanons

— Michael Myers x GN!Reader, 🔞, possessive Michael

— oral (both receiving), generally rough (mention of bruising), edging

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first things first, the mask stays ON

really, until you have firm trust and understanding built together its going to stay on at all times

that said Michael is rough in every sense of the word, especially at the beginning of the relationship

it's less that he intentionally does this and more that he just doesn't know his own strength, or really care to know at least right now

he's absolutely a virgin but I think, if nothing else, he's stalked enough horny teens to get the general idea

even so when you're both finally comfortable enough and start making movies, he's almost timid

or at least as timid as a 6' something deadly legend can really get

he allows you to take the first steps, guiding him, explaining to him what you're doing and how to touch you

he doesn't say much, which won't really change through your relationship, but you can tell he's watching and listening very intently

still, it comes as a suprise when he holds your thighs open, his grip almost bruising as he explores your most intimate area with his fingers

it really feels like he's just experimenting, almost toying with you in how he pokes and prods to see what makes you squirm or moan

please give this man head

the first time you do it he becomes so uncharacteristically flustered

hands are anywhere he can put them, he's breathing like crazy, you might have hallucinated it but you could swear you got a whimper out of him

when he finally cums he tangles one hand in your hair to hold your head down on him, hips thrusting up into your mouth trying to chase his high

but when he finally buries himself in you, he is like a man possessed

grabbing your hips or waist so hard you know it'll bruise, anything to drag you as close to him as he can get while he pounds without any real rhythm

once he's a little more seasoned his edges smooth ever so slightly

his grip is a little more calculated, especially for when he's feeling possessive as he does secretly love to see the bruises, knowing he is the one that made them

now he's versed in what really makes you tick so he can indulge in his newest kink: edging

his day job is stalking people in their own homes for hours on end, he has enough patience to keep you waiting on the edge all night

and he doesn't really even want anything out of it, just enjoys watching you arch and plead over and over "michael, please, please, please, michael, let me come"

when he's comfortable and trusts you wholly and completely he will take off the mask

immediately dives in to give you head

he doesn't have much of a technique, just finds what makes you feel good and figures something out

but anything he lacks in technique he makes up for in a surprising amount of enthusiasm but, really, this is everything he enjoys about being with you

watching you writhe around, holding you down/your legs apart in turn making wonderful new bruises, and keeping you completely at his mercy

now that he's maskless he has also discovered the joy of leaving hickies on you

possessive possessive possessive

because of his secluded nature, just stalking you in the day isn't enough. he needs everyone around you to know you belong to him

so the moment he gets you in his grasp, he's sucking and biting marks into any available flesh though especially where it can be seen easily

you've got dark bites along your thighs, purpled bruises like a necklace along your neck, and suspiciously hand shaped marks across your hips 25/8 all day everyday

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#michael myers x reader #michael myers #halloween #x reader #mine #headcannons #spicy

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izzuku · 1 year

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slow your grind ──

summary── making bets with kyo means that the loser gets an embarrassing punishment whether you can take it or not.

characters ── kyo kaneko x gn reader

c/w── cockwarming, orgasm denial, slight degradation, biting, use of pet names in a mocking way (not like, a cruel way), little bit ooc since I added some role play! + Kyo being a little tease

a/n── We need more of this bitch fr. I still have to dive more into a diversity of ideas for Vtubers but for now please enjoy this fast fic of this man because he has a hold of me. Please keep in mind these are not their real personalities, all of this is fictional and it shouldn't be taken seriously!

“You better stop squirming if you don't want the whole chat to hear you, darling” the mockery tone in his voice makes your blood boil but the thrill of getting caught by thousands of viewers makes your legs shake in excitement.

“Did you say something Kyo?” you hear Ren's voice through Kyo's headset and you curse yourself while trying to hold back a low moan. You feel his hips buck forward into you, letting you ride him for a couple of seconds. You cannot move, not much since the position you're in can difficult your lover's stream.

“Oh nothin' I was just mumbling something” his laugh travels through your ears. There's not much Kyo needs to do in order to turn you on even more, he just needs to talk to you like he does to everybody else. But for you, oh, for you it's different. His harsh words and degrading remarks are enough to make you clench around him.

“Kyo your model is bugging a little bit, do you have anything blocking your view? Oh really? I don't think so. Hold up lemme get closer to the computer” he drags his chair closer to the table, getting up just a little so you can bounce down onto his cock and the sensation feels so good it has you biting his shoulder to shut up the moans.

“You're so nasty aren't you, huh..?” you can practically feel his lips next to your ear, the tip getting redder as time passes by. “You're fucking dead, you dick” you mutter under your breath, getting him to chuckle to himself.

As the stream goes by you try to roll your hips ever so often, just to get some friction. You know that part of the punishment says that you're not allowed to move but it's been almost two hours and you're getting impatient. “Please...just end the stream Kyo..I can't wait” you plead, trying to work him up with sloppy neck kisses and some grinding. Part of it worked as you saw him take a deep breath before looking at you.

“Guys I need a bathroom break, I won't take long I promise” you almost cheer aloud when he takes off his headphones and mutes the mic until you see a different smile of his. Not a genuine one, a fake one directed at you with half closed eyes. “You wanted me to help you right? Well I think I need to help myself first if you don't mind babe”. You feel his grip on your hips tightening and before you know it he's pounding into you with effort. You don't even have time to process anything before you feel his cock twitching a bit. “You break the rules, you get another punishment” his groans come along with his orgasm, shots of cum painting your insides but leaving you sore and on the edge.

And the only thing you can do is whine on his neck while you feel his cock and his cum fill you to the brim. “Good little things know how to respect the rules, you should know it by now [name]”

That's right. If you were a good little thing you'd have gotten your prize.

#izzuku #gn reader #nijisanji x gn reader #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji smut #kyo kaneko #kyo kaneko x gn reader #kyo kaneko smut

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sourpatch-boy · 5 months

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Nasty Man Johnny

Soap x Emerson

Had this idea for about an hour so here you go.

"Johnny, no." Emerson sighed, shrugging his hand off her shoulder before going back to folding the laundry.

The look on his face would have had someone thinking he was a kicked puppy, frustration and sadness at being told no. He didn't think he deserved to be told no, he had been good. Hadn't he?

"C'mon, Em. Jus' once." he nearly whined, moving so he was sat behind her on their bed, kissing her shoulder, hands awfully close to her on the bed.

"Aye, right." She rolled her eyes. Once. It was never just once with him. She was thankful their twins were with her dad and Nikolai for the weekend. As badly as she wanted to give in, let Johnny have her right then, she knew she wouldn't get anything done before Sunday evening when the kids were due back.

"Please? I won't ask again."

Those words were a promise, she knew it. A shiver went down her spine and she almost dropped the toddler size dress in her hands, shaking her head as she put it to the side in the neat pile before pulling out another dress from the basket, gasping as it was snatched from her hands and she was on her back in an instant. She didn't need to look to see that the neat pile was now a mess and she scowled up at him.

"Yer gonna fix it, Johnny. I told ya I- Mmph!" He cut her off with a searing kiss, hands already working to push her skirt up, a growl against her lips as he found she wasn't wearing any panties.

"Dir'y lass." he mused, trailing wet kisses along her jaw to her neck.

"Joh.... Johnny.."

"I jus' wan'ed it once and you told me no. Tha's not very nice now, is it?" he purred as he pushed her legs apart, humming as he teased her already wet slit, chuckling. "Wet fer me already?"

He didn't waste any more time teasing, knowing if she wanted him to stop, she'd say so. He hoped she would tell him. He quickly pushed the thoughts aside and slowly eased a finger into her, biting her shoulder and moaning against her as he felt her walls clench a little. He added a second finger and slowly worked them in and out of her, humming and listening to her breath hitch before she let out a soft moan.

"Need ya now..." he hummed, pulling his fingers out and sucking them clean before taking his pajama pants off and pushing her knees to her chest, making sure her skirt was out of the way and licking his lips as he watched the way her pussy leaked for him. "Fuck... fuck, you feel so good..." he moaned as he pushed into her, stopping once his hips touched her ass.

"Please, Johnny... Please..." she begged, gasping as he shifted, his cock pressing up against her cervix.

"I'll give i' to ya, Em. Ya gonna lemme fill ya up?" he asked. It wasn't really up for discussion, she knew he would do it anyways.

"But I...okay."

"Ya don' wan' it?" he asked, pouting almost. It made her feel guilty and she nodded.

"Aye, I do."

She didn't get a chance to say anything else, Johnny smirking as he leaned down to kiss her deeply, rolling his hips as he did before pulling back and starting to fuck into her slowly, gradually picking up the pace until he was slamming into her, the headboard banging against the wall with each forward thrust.

Emerson couldn't do anything but moan and grip onto the bed sheets, feeling herself already getting close to her first orgasm. He knew and kept pounding into her, feeling how she clenched around him, how her legs tensed and twitched.

"Tha's it, Em. My good girl." he praised, biting his lip and groaning as he felt her walls quiver, hearing her cry out, enjoying as she came undone by him. He was close, but he held back for a moment, wanting to pull another orgasm from her, wanting her walls to clamp down on him and milk him. He wanted to give her another baby. He liked when she was pregnant, liked when she told him she needed him because she was horny and couldn't do it herself.

"Good girl. Gonna give ya a baby again..." he grunted, pulling out and flipping her onto her front, lifting her hips and pushing into her again. He smacked her ass as he went as deep as he could, groaning as he felt her clench again. "Tha's it." he grunted, fucking into her roughly.

When she came, her cries were muffled by the pillows and his hips faltered as he came shortly after, keeping himself buried inside of her as his cock twitched and he filled her up.

When he pulled out, he laid beside her, pulling her close and kissing her shoulder while she closed her eyes.

"Yer fixin' the laundry." she murmured. He chuckled and nodded.

"Yes, ma'am."

#ginger beauty [emerson price]#johnny soap mactavish #EmSoap [emerson x soap]#john soap mactavish cod #call of duty soap #nikolai cod #john price cod

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Hii!! I was wondering if you could write how Tecchou would be with an s/o who also has a really strong sense of justice like him🫶🫶 It can be headcanons or anything tbh however you feel like writing it

So many Tecchou requests I love it. I wrote a scenario cause I think....I got it....ima be real I'm a bit of a dumb dumb idiot and just go with the idea I have so this might not be what you wanted. Sorry pookie cakes ( ＞Д＜；)

Scenario/Headcannons: Tecchou with someone who has a strong sense of justice like him <3

Scenario

You were absolutely fuming. Furious. Angry. Enraged. Pissed.

There were a lot of words to describe how you were feeling.

The job you had come to do was already done - you and Teruko worked well. You were glad to have worked with her as well since she gave you the chance to burn everything to the ground.

It was one of the most horrific crime scenes you had come across in your career as a hunting dog. There was no need for evidence, and thank god since you didn't feel the need to give any of them mercy.

But you were still angry, to say the least. What else was there to do? Torture their souls in the afterlife?

You wish you could.

But you were left pacing around headquarters instead, trying to walk off the burning anger you felt. There might have been a circle in the field from how long you were pacing, trying to get rid of the images burned in your mind - it didn't really help, if anything, it riled you up more. You still had the rage.

The guards in the area didn't even want to be around you. It was left barren since your entrance. You didn't think more on why it was so desolate though, you just decided that you felt comfortable enough to start punching the air and screaming curses, as if you could physically fight away your anger, the pain and strain in your muscles making it almost feel less.

This went on for a while. It probably could have gone on for the whole day, if anyone was asked.

Although that was until you felt someone grab you from behind, their arms wrapped around your waist tightly. Even in your panicked struggle, you were no better than a flailing tube man. You tried to kick your attacker in the ribs with your boot, grab his hair - but the man wouldn't budge.

"Y/n."

You craned your neck around to look at Tecchou, who had the audacity to step into the middle of your meltdown. Your hand was still pulling at his long hair, but his face portrayed nothing - just a calm, dead stare.

You, however, felt anything but calm, right now.

"Leave me alone! Can't you tell I'm busy!"

You had no idea what you were doing, but you didn't want to be around him when you felt the way you did. You had to force yourself to pull your hand of his hair lest you scalp him in your fury.

"It's ok to be angry."

"I'm not-"

You tried to breathe in, calming yourself. Even if you denied it outloud, it was an obvious lie. Especially to yourself.

"I'm not angry."

You felt Tecchou take a deep breath from behind you, his ribs moving against your spine. He pressed his brow between your shoulder blades, adding a gentle pressure.

"It's ok. I'd be angry too, if I saw what you did."

He let the silence sit for a moment.

You placed your hands on his forearms, keeping a firm grip on them. It grounded you as you stared at the grass below you.

"I won't force you to tell me the details, Teruko told me enough. I know the report is going to be horrible."

The grass below you was nearly completely flat. At some parts, the roots were kicked out of the ground, fluffy dirt surrounding them. Looking at your hands, you could see how red they were compared to Tecchou's tanned skin.

"But Y/n..."

His grip became just a little tighter, your diaphragm feeling the squeeze. You pressed against his skin tightly, trying to gain leverage against it, as your feet dangled off the ground.

"I think it's really great that you care so much about bringing justice there, even if it meant going somewhere so horrible. I'm proud of you."

"Oh, Tecchou..."

You turned your head and body back around the best you could to see the man, who was still pressing himself onto you.

"Can you put me down? I think I'm calmer now."

He obliged, turning you to face him, his hands still on your chest, holding you now more gently, sure you wouldn't run.

His long hair was sticking closely to his forehead, hiding his brows, which furrowed in a way that you could tell he was thinking rather deeply about the words he was going to say next.

"Sorry if I worried you, Tecchou. It was just upsetting. Shouldn't have lost my cool like that, though. The job is tough, of course I'm going to see terrible shit like that."

"No. It's not that. I think it's great that you're upset."

"Really? It's really childish of me."

Tecchou shook his head, the strands on his forehead stubbornly sticking close to his thick eyelashes. He leaned in a little closer, his eyes leveling near yours.

"I think its good. It means you're human. You still believe in justice and care about people. You should be proud of that."

His golden eyes were staring in at yours, in such an intense way it made you want to look away. You instead took your hand and brushed away the hair on his face, watching as he carefully kept his eyes closed to protect his eyes.

"Have you thought about cutting your hair? It seems like a hazard, doesn't it?"

Tecchou smiled a little, reaching down to your waist to pull you closer to him. You were dodging the conversation, but the way you started to nervously brush through his longer hair strands told him that you heard his words.

Ima be SO real had no idea how to end this I hope it's good, I love soft Tecchou I write him like the big dick fanfiction man we all deserve

#bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #tecchou x reader #tecchou x you #bsd x you #tecchou x y/n

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keithisbae1 · 4 months

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You Won't Remember Me - Part 2

CW: Angst!!

For as long as she could remember Sarada had no memory of her mother, her Papa always talked about her with great pride and love. She loved hearing stories about her, about them. Even when she found out that Mama was a human, Sarada asked and questioned Sasuke on how that was possible because everyone knew that humans and vampires were enemies. Her Papa chuckled and explained that he couldn’t help but fall for her, it probably also explained about Sarada herself. Unlike her father, Sarada wasn’t satisfied after drinking blood. She needed solid food so she would eat like a human. She favoured a lot of her Mama’s food according to Papa. And it hurt knowing she could never meet her. It was unfair, why did everyone else get to have one but her? Papa blamed himself since humans and vampires were never meant for one another so this was his punishment but Sarada didn’t get it. She couldn’t help but feel slightly envious as she would watch Boruto cry to his mother when he got hurt and how she would comfort him. Telling him he was such a brave boy and pampering him with kisses, even if he would pout saying he was ‘no baby’ and that she was embarrassing him. Or watching other human children being out with their Mama in the park, asking for ice cream, carrying them when they would get sleepy and watching as they would be picked up one by one to go home.

Sarada’s small hand would grip onto his trousers, and he could sense she was upset. He picked up his daughter, allowing her to bury her head into his neck, letting out silent tears until she got tired and fell asleep.

Even though her Papa had warned her to stay away from Mama, Sarada disobeyed and crept out during the day to look for her. Since she had been spying on her for a while, she had an idea of where to search first. Her mother worked in a big lab (hospital) and would often head back home at funny times. Well for a human that is, it’s no wonder how Papa met her if she always left at night. She waited and was surprised to see her leave the place early, along with a darker blonde woman next to her. “Mama!” Sarada sprang out grinning happily.

“Oh, you again? Where’s your father?” Sakura picked up the little girl who was more than happy to be held by her mother. “You know her dear?” The other woman gave a weary look, which she didn’t quite get. It was normal for a mother to hold her daughter and this was the first time Sarada had been held by her. “I bumped into her a few weeks ago, she keeps calling me ‘Mama.’ I guess we look alike.” Again, with such strange words, Sarada didn’t understand. Why couldn’t she recognise her own daughter? She had tried to ask Sasuke, but he wouldn’t say anything. “Do you know where your Papa is?” Sakura asks smiling at the little girl. “Papa said I wasn’t allowed to see you.” There was an awkward silence with neither knowing how to respond until Sakura gave an awkward laugh.

“Oh, is that so. I’m sure he’s only concerned about your safety.” Now the only difficulty would be how and where to find him. Surely, he couldn’t be too far, she was too young to be walking about by herself like this. “I’ll take her.” The other woman responded. “Eh?”

“I’ll take her home, he’s probably worried sick about her. And I can see the look on your face, you need to go home and rest.” “But-” “Besides, you shouldn’t be doing anything in your condition.” At that Sakura closed her mouth, it was true she couldn’t do anything too strenuous or stress herself out. Still, something about her seemed familiar. Like a parental instinct, or maybe she was just worried for her. “I want to stay with Mama.” Sarada’s small hand gripped her shirt, again why did everyone want to separate them. All she wanted was to have her own Mama. “Ah, I’m sorry dear but she needs to rest. She’s very sick you see.” “Mama’s sick?” Sarada turned her head to Sakura studying the woman. Was this why she didn’t remember her? “Yes, don’t worry. She just needs some rest and besides I’m sure your father must be worried.” “Okay…” If it can’t be helped then she’ll go back home with Papa. Sakura almost felt guilty having to let her go but knew it was best to let her mother take care of her. The little girl seemed upset and concerned but Sakura patted her head smiling reassuringly. “Thank you Ma and I’m sorry, but she’ll take good care of you.” As Sakura walked away Mebuki let out a soft smile. “You really are like your own Mama, aren’t you?”

~~~

Mebuki waited by the park at night, she had managed to track down Sasuke which wasn’t as difficult seeing as he was out looking for her but had requested to meet up privately so they could have a talk. The street light flickered and Sasuke was beside her in a flash.

“Thank you for taking care of Sarada for me.” “You don’t need to thank me, dear. She’s my granddaughter. Of course, I would take care of her.” “How is she anyway?” Sasuke sighed, figuring he should be honest. “Upset, confused. She got really excited knowing Sakura is alive but…she doesn’t understand why she can’t be with her.” “I’m sure she is,” Mebuki felt horrible about taking her away from Sakura. Parents and children weren’t meant to be apart, but they didn’t have a choice. If they could both she and Kizashi would gladly help look after Sarada however that would have only made things more complicated. “Have you met anyone?” The random question took him off guard. “Anyone new I mean, a new lover? “You know it’s not as simple as that.” Vampires don’t simply find someone else the way humans do. After meeting someone, that’s it. They were their one and only. Their soulmate, their other half. There was no one else. “Right, I’m sorry.” “Sasuke… there’s something you should know. About Sakura.”

“What is it? Is she okay?” Always worried about her, even though they weren’t in each other’s life the two could tell Sasuke would still keep tabs on them. And that’s what made sharing the news even more difficult.

“She’s fine, more than fine but… she’s pregnant.” The words slowly sank in, and Sasuke felt himself heartbroken all over again. “I see...” “I’m sorry, we wanted to tell you sooner. But it’s not like you make it easy for us to find you and well with Sarada acting the way she does, I think it’ll break her heart witnessing Sakura be a mother to someone else.” She was too young to fully grasp what was going on, to find out the truth. And this was only going to make things more difficult.

“That’s why I asked you about if you had anyone else, I mean it’s been so long now and well Sakura doesn’t even remember you. It’s just… you deserve to find happiness too. For you and Sarada.” “No, I knew what I was getting myself into. I won’t find someone just because Sakura has. I can’t do that.” “I understand please don’t shut that idea down. I know Sakura would want you to be happy too, to find someone else that could make you happy as she did.” He let out an uncharacteristic snort.

“That’s impossible… but if it makes you feel better. If I do find someone else… I’ll give it a shot.” Not that it’ll be easy. “And besides, I still…” The words were lumped in the back of his throat. “You still love her?”

“Ah.” It wasn’t like they chose to break up, they didn’t have a choice. They were looking forward to being a family however Sasuke had to make a choice. Losing Sakura or her memories, memories of them, of Sarada.

As his family had warned him, the two were never meant to be and yet Sarada was here. “Thank you for telling me, I appreciate it.” He bowed and was about to leave. Even if there was someone else, if she was happy then that’s all that mattered.

However, he couldn’t just let her go. “Sasuke, I really am sorry.” He probably didn’t hear those words or maybe he did. She could only imagine what was to come now with Sarada.

#sasusaku #sasuke uchiha x sakura haruno #sasusaku drabble #keith's drabbles #my fanfiction #you won't remember me #YWRM AU

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anncanta · 10 months

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Solace

Fandom: Dracula (2020)

Characters: Count Dracula, Agatha Van Helsing

Relationship: Dracula/Agatha Van Helsing

Rating: Mature

@hopipollahorror @ravenathantum @dragatha @ladyhaley28

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‘Now let's talk.’

Dracula closed the door behind Jack and turned to Agatha.

‘There is nothing to talk about.’

‘Why did you come back?’

He got to her quickly. She stepped back towards the wall.

‘What do you want –’

‘You are in pain. I can hear your heart beating – twice as fast as normal. You are dying.’

‘This is Zoe's body.’

He stepped closer.

‘Why did you come back?’

Agatha was silent.

‘You gave her your blood,’ she said with a chuckle. ‘It was your idea. You tell me.’

‘You have returned to a sick, exhausted, weak body, which has little left and which torments you every second.’ Dracula stood very close. ‘What for, Agatha?’

She looked into his eyes.

‘Someone had to stop you.’

Dracula tilted his head.

‘Stop me? Oh, what was your plan? That?’ He nodded at the aspen stakes lying on the table. ‘You can barely raise your arm, not fight. I'll break your neck before you can glimpse there.’

Agatha was silent.

‘Why did you come back, Agatha?’ he almost whispered, touching her cheek with his palm.

‘I don't think I had a choice.’

‘Of course, you had.’

You have always had a choice.

Agatha raised her hand, rubbed her forehead.

‘Well, I deserve it,’ she said.

Dracula looked at her in surprise.

‘I deserved it,’ Agatha repeated with a sad smile. He stood close to her, and she was in so much pain, she was so hard and ill that she could barely understand whether she was still leaning on the wall, or already lying on the floor. The heat that gripped her – was that the heat of her own languishing body, or it comes from him? It can't be, she thought, vampires are cold. That's what it says in all the books. She looked up. ‘I deserved it. For killing Jonathan, killing the Mother Superior, the nuns, and Sokolov,’ she said bitterly. ‘And God knows who else. I didn't stop you, I didn't stop…’ Agatha took a breath. ‘That's why I came back.’

‘You lie, Agatha,’ he spoke softly. His hands grabbed the lapels of Zoe's jacket and pulled them back. ‘You know, I can prove it.’

On the floor, after all, Agatha decided, as the top and bottom briefly switched places, and then there was a hard and smooth plane underneath her. The jacket has disappeared.

‘You won't kill me. You... you will be poisoned,’ Agatha whispered, watching Dracula lean towards her.

‘You came back,’ he kissed her, softly, tenderly, – slowly, as if he had the whole night ahead of him. Like he had his whole life ahead of him. ‘You came back because, Agatha, you wanted to see me. You wanted me to touch you – just like now. You wanted to feel me. You drove those thoughts away from you,’ he said, tearing himself away from her skin and pressing his forehead against hers. ‘But they came again. And again. You wanted me.’

‘It's much worse.’ Closing her eyes, Agatha almost laughed. ‘You didn't guess, Count Dracula. – Such an insufficient pain. She deserved the worse one. ‘Didn't guess. I fell in love with you.’

When did she realize? On Demeter ? After thinking they beat him? When it was already safe. When no one else had to die because of her missteps. When could she afford not to fight, but only to remember and regret him? Or later – already in Zoe's head, returning without knowing why? Is that why she was silent for so long? Is that why she didn't dare to come?

His amazement was palpable, vivid. He looked at her for a second, silently, as if in disbelief. Then he leaned down again and said softly,

‘Hold on, Agatha Van Helsing.’

She frowned in surprise.

‘What –’

Dracula pulled off his jacket. He unbuttoned his shirt collar.

‘What I need unlikely is deadly, but it can be hard.’

She didn't have time to say anything. Darkness enveloped her so quickly that Agatha thought she was dead at last. Until a few moments later, a glimmer of light appeared in the darkness – bright, golden. Disappeared – as if it was not there – the pain. Dracula was next to her – so obvious here, so insistent, as it must be only after declarations of love.

Agatha looked at him.

‘Let me go.’

The pleasure was unbearable in its newness.

‘No way,’ said Dracula. The light was on fire. ‘You promised to show me what I'm afraid of.’

#bbc dracula #count dracula #dracula 2020 #dracula bbc #agatha van helsing #dragatha #fanfic

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