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gay-dorito-dust · 29 days

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remember when you did the HSR hurt/comfort reader getting injured? i absolutely NEED one with gallagher, gepard and a character of your choice. you dont have to do this right away! just been thinking about it ‼️

Blade:

Feral. Absolutely feral.

This man gets somehow even more deranged the moment you get injured.

He’s pretty much foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog the moment his eyes noticed that you were unresponsive. If anything seeing you borderline catatonic tore Blade apart in the most painful way possible, just as his desperation to get to you before anyone else could do further harm became his mission.

Bodies were going to pile up real fast as Blade practically glides across the battlefield with grace, precision and a determination to eliminate any and all that stood to stop him from getting to you.

The destruction Blade left behind in that moment was unlike anything anyone has ever seen and Blade became a lot more dangerous man than before, many have reasons to suspected that he might’ve been holding back, and it wasn’t until now did they truly believe that their theory had weight.

After getting you away from everything Blade stayed incredibly close as you got patched up, going so far as to growl and snap at anyone or anything that he believed posed a threat to you or wasn’t doing their job right; he’d even pull out his sword as an silent threat/warning as to what was to come should you get worse rather better.

‘Blade I’m fine.’ You tell him, trying to stop him from killing the poor doctor who had just stitched up the last of your wounds. ‘I’m going to be fine, just please for my sake don’t threaten people who are just doing their job.’

‘I don’t trust them.’ Was all he said while holding your hand, rubbing the back of it with his thumb.

‘The wounds were too deep Blade,’ you began, ‘trust them or don’t but that doesn’t change the fact that they saved me.’ Blade didn’t say anything after that but from the clenching of his jaw and the conflicting emotions flickering in eyes, it was clear that Blade was still very much conflicted about everything.

Needless to say that after you had properly healed from all your wounds, Blade became unbearably overprotective of you much to your dismay, but if it was going to silence his doubts for good then you were more then willing to leave him to his own devices.

Gallagher:

Is more concerned about your well-being and getting you the medical attention that you required than anything else. He could have the perpetrator sniffed out within minutes, but would rather spend those precious minutes making sure you were okay and that you were going to be okay by medical professionals.

He doesn’t care if he gets shit for not having his priorities straight by Sunday, the winged cunt could fuck off and die for all Gallagher cared, because at the end of the day he was always going to choose to take care of you over his job.

He’d naturally give the job of hunting down the perpetrator to someone else of equal rank while he decides to step away from everything to take care of you as the doctors instructed. For there was just no way in hell would Gallagher abandon you when you were bed bound, it just didn’t sit right with him.

‘You alright sweetheart?’ He’d ask as he helps you sit up in bed. ‘I’m okay Gallagher thank you for everything.’ You said, smiling up at him. ‘It’s not a problem.’ Gallagher replies as he sits on the edge of your bed, flashing you a smile. ‘As long as you’re okay, that’s all I care about.’ You furrowed your brows. ‘Won’t Sunday be on your case for slacking off on the job?’

‘Maybe but who cares when that winged rat has been slowly loosing control of everything for a while now.’ The brunette said as he then shrugged his shoulders. ‘But all I care about right is making sure that you’re happy, healthy but above all, safe.’

‘But I’m already those things regardless.’ You said, squeezing his hand as he chuckled, kissing the side of your head softly. ‘Then I’ll just have to keep up the good work then hmm?’ He says cheekily before winking and lifting himself off of the bed to fetch you food and medicine for your recovery.

Gepard:

Much like Gallagher, Gepard is more concerned either your well being more so then anything else because to Gepard, you and your safety were his number one top priory.

However after seeing you get injured, he feels as though he had failed you or wasn’t fast enough to get to you, and will let it eat away at him for a long time too before you have to step in and remind him why that was absolute bullshit.

Afterwards Gepard would treat you like porcelain or glass whether he was aware of it or not. You understood why but after a while when you began to get better you’d have to start telling him to cut it out.

You’d might to sit him down and gently tell him that he didn’t always have to treat you as though you were going to break after every minor inconvenience. Gepard would immediately go red in the face and apologise for over stepping, but you’d only smile and hold his burning face in your hands and pressing kisses into his skin, which would only make his face burn even redder then before.

He’s just a sweet soul who’d do anything to protect his loved ones and takes it rather personal when he couldn’t when he shouldn’t, but that’s just the way he was and you loved him for it very, very much and you remind him of that every single day. After all at the end of the day Gepard only wants you to be safe and heal at an acceptable rate, he would even go as far as to monitor everything closely so that there be no room for any possible health complications.

Seeing you injured had made Gepard more scared more than he’d like to admit, and he would do anything and everything in his power to prevent it from happening ever again, because for as long as Gepard was still breathing he’d dedicate himself to being your shield for the rest of your lives together.

And that’s a hundred present guaranteed.

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wheeboo · 24 days

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big spoon, little spoon | boo seungkwan

SYNOPSIS. in which ask your boyfriend if he wants to be big spoon or little spoon. PAIRING. boo seungkwan x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, established relationship WARNINGS. kissing (in the dark lmao), one curse word, terms of endearment, just boo being rlly affectionate :< WORD COUNT. 1.2k

requested from anon: congrats on 2k lovely!!! ❤️❤️❤️ for ur event may i please req seungkwan + #6 list one? thank u ahhhhh and congrats again - #6: "I don't think I have ever felt safer than in your arms."

notes: thank u my love !! i hope u enjoy <3 i had too much fun writing this pls 😭😭

join the 2k celebration!

"Okay, so big spoon or little spoon tonight?"

Seungkwan just freezes from where he stood in the bathroom doorway, toothbrush still dangling at his lips with bits of foam at the corners of his mouth. You're literally staring at him like you're waiting for him to answer and that it wasn't actually a rhetorical question.

"Are you asking me𑁋okay, wait." He marches back into the bathroom to hastily spit and rinse out his mouth, before coming back out with determination in his step. "Are you asking me if I want to be big spoon or little spoon?"

There's a playful lift to your lips as you sit down on the edge of his bed, and Seungkwan can very much see that slight mischievous look to your features. He can already feel the heat of the moment shoot up towards his ears, and he prays that the room is dark enough to hide it.

"Yeah, I am. Since, you know, we always sorta switch around every day," You say, nodding with a teasing grin. "And, well... I'm being considerate, as your partner and all. I gotta know all your preferences..."

God, Seungkwan feels like he's sinking into quicksand at his feet. Are you really at his place every day? He hardly ever thought about how often you were here, like how these nightly rituals had practically become routine now. He swears his heart does a little happy flip-flop at the thought.

It all started with movie night dates that bled into you two eating breakfast together, dinner dates that turned into you helping wash dishes at three in the morning, and then that particular comfortable silence that settled completely at this point. Every day, there always seems to be another reason for you to stay a little longer, another excuse to linger until the streetlights cast an orange glow through his curtains.

And Seungkwan knows he won't ever get tired of it𑁋he won't ever get tired of having you around. Not now. Not anytime soon. Not ever.

He runs a hand through his hair, feeling whatever embarrassment he had in his chest start to dissipate and replaced by a rush of warmth.

"Okay, well, as your very considerate and caring boyfriend..." He crosses his arms together. "what do you prefer?"

You purse your lips together, as if deep in thought. You didn't mind being either little or big spoon, but the thought of Seungkwan having his arms around you right now𑁋if you could describe it𑁋felt like being wrapped by a warm cloud, a feeling of pure, weightless security that chases away all possible worries.

But it isn't just about the comfort, although it's certainly a big part of it. It was the feeling of being safe and cherished, completely enveloped in his embrace. It was the feeling of home.

A slow smile graces across your face.

"I'll take little spoon," You answer gleefully, already crawling more onto his bed and tucking yourself under the covers with a little wiggle. Whatever façade Seungkwan had been putting up crumbles completely at the sight. A blush creeps up his neck, barely visible in the dim light, but his smile widens.

He chuckles softly as he joins you on the bed, slipping under the covers beside you. After flicking the lampshade off, he carefully maneuvers himself right beside you until he feels your warmth hit his skin. Then he slowly circles his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to his body, with your back meeting his chest. A low, contented hum leaves his lips as he simply holds you.

You wriggle in slightly, and he adjusts his hold, letting an arm curve over your stomach and the other one under your body to pull you even closer, fingers momentarily brushing against the hem of your shirt. You feel your legs entangle together under the blanket, and you swear the world gets smaller, quieter.

Seungkwan thinks you fit perfectly in his arms; it's like you've always belonged there.

"Comfortable?" he asks, voice muffled against you.

Your chest rises up and down with a soft sigh. "Mhm..."

The moments that pass are purely silence as he continues to hold you. You could probably fall asleep at this second, yet you feel the way Seungkwan's hand drifts lower from your waist, tracing gentle circles on the fabric of your shirt above your stomach. It's light, just barely there, but it sends a shiver down your spine nonetheless.

And then you feel him moving around behind you, breath tickling your skin, before his lips press a brief, tender kiss to the nape of your neck.

Maybe you can sense the small smile to his face right afterwards, too.

"You're so soft," he mutters, but there's a bit of tentativeness to his tone.

Your heart squeezes tightly in your chest. "I𑁋Aren't we supposed to be trying to sleep?"

"Sorry," Seungkwan apologises, but you can still hear the smile in his voice. He presses another gentle kiss to your neck, then draws back, his hold on you tightening ever so slightly. "Just like holding you like this."

The giggle that leaves you is shaky, nervous, as if there's a small, timid butterfly trapped in your ribcage struggling to take flight. He can probably hear the way your heart is pounding like a damn drum right now, but he doesn't comment on it. Thank goodness.

A thought crosses your mind, and it takes you a minute to cave into flipping yourself over to face him. A groan escapes him from the sudden change in position, but he quickly settles. The two of you can't really see each other that well since the room was basically suspended in darkness, but you can clearly feel his presence beside you, all comforting and familiar.

"I like being held by you too," You confess quietly, each syllable laced with your own hesitancy. "I... I don't think I have ever felt safer than in your arms, to be honest."

The sound of Seungkwan's breath hitching echoes throughout the room. Are the walls closing in? He's not hallucinating or imagining any of this, right? He wishes he could pinch himself, but he's busy holding you, and you're the only thought filling his mind right now.

He leans in closer, ever so slowly. He can see the faint outline of your face thanks to the sliver of moonlight cutting through the curtains.

But just as his lips are about to meet yours, you feel a sudden contact at the tip of your nose. You flinch a little, scrunching your nose up for a second, and Seungkwan pulls back immediately with a gasp.

"Oh my go𑁋did I just𑁋" He stammers frantically, cheeks heating up with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, uh..."

"Baby," You call out affirmingly, aimlessly bringing a hand up to cup his face through the darkness. Then you lean in to press a kiss to his lips, or specifically... the corner of his mouth. Close enough, anyway. "There we go."

Seungkwan just blinks, eyelashes batting furiously as he feels you shrink back into his hold. This time, you place your head at the crook of his neck, breathing fanning against his skin and making him shiver in your hold, even though he's supposed to be the big spoon.

"Let's go to sleep," You murmur lowly, and if he wasn't used to how pretty your voice sounds when you're tired by now, he should really get his shit together.

And so, Seungkwan just secures his hold around you, but not before mouthing a set of three words that he knows you can't see in the darkness, but hopes you can feel in his embrace.

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goldenamaranthe-blog · 2 months

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Give 'em the Ol' Razzle-: Hazbin Hotel

-KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!-

Charlie: *gasp* Is that another possible guest?! (Zips to the door and nearly throws it off its hinges)

-Comically large bouquet of roses poofs into Charlie's face-

Charlie: (fights through the thorny petal onslaught) What the Hell???

Seviathan: (smiling in a way that he's been told is charming) Charlotte! It's so good to see you-

Charlie: Nope! (slams the door and walks away, trailing rose petals behind her)

Vaggie: (blinks is confusion) Uh, hun? What was that all about?

Charlie: Nothing to worry about. (Dusts rose petals off her coat in the most monotone way possible) Just my ex-boyfriend at the front door. (Cups her mouth and sings) 🎶Oh, Razzle! Come here, baby boy!🎶

Vaggie: (bristles, pulls out her spear, and pulls her lip back in a snarl) Do I need to take care of him?

Razzle: (flies out of the kitchen with his hooves covered in donuts like doughy rings) Baaaap?

Charlie: No need, Vaggie. Razzle's got this.

Vaggie & Razzle: He does??? / Baaaaap???

-Door slams open against the wall-

Seviathan: Okay, I guess I deserve that. (Dusts off his jacket) Charlotte, can we at least talk this through? I'm willing to take you back, baby girl.

Razzle: (goes wild-eyed as his teeth turn into razors and froth drips from his sugar-coated mouth)

Vaggie: (similar to Razzle, but her wings puff put and make her look 10 times larger)

Charlie: (plastered smile on her otherwise straight face as she pets Razzle's head and snakes an arm around Vaggie's waist) Seviathan, I broke up with you.

Seviathan: And I'm willing to take you back. What part of that is so hard to understand?

Charlie: (blinks and her eyes turn red) Razzle?

Razzle: (practically breathing fire as he gets rabid foam on the floor) BaaAAaaAp?

Charlie: (clicks her tongue three times)

Razzle: (unhinges his jaw, so it's at a perfect 90-degree angle of razor-sharp teeth that start spinning in a clockwise circle like a chainsaw) BAAAAAAAAAAAAROOOOOAARP!!!!

Seviathan: Oh, FUCK!!!! YOU STILL HAVE THOSE DAMN GOATS?!?! (Sprints out of the hotel)

Razzle: (gives chase while bleating sadistically)

Charlie: (leisurely saunters to the open door as her horns elongage and her tail whips back and forth and calls out) Tell Helsa I still think she's a loser bitch with poor taste!

Vaggie: (blushing and in awe) Angel, what do you call it when you're horrified and turned on at the same time?

Angel: (ducked behind the bar with Husk) Horoused?

Vaggie: I am so horoused right now.

#hazbin alastor #charlie morningstar #chaggie #razzle #vaggie #seviathan von eldritch #brief angel dust #vaggie is horoused everyone #protective vaggie #lunatic level protective razzle #charlie doesnt take shit from her ex in this one #he's not evil - he's just an idiot dick weasel #ive gotta stop making these so long

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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make a movie • e. jaeger

“𝘭𝘦𝘵’𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐’𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥..”

even on vacation, the most famous of celebs can’t escape prying eyes and paparazzi..in more ways than one..

cw: black fem reader, recording, eren on X GAMES MODE, implied shower sex, oral (m/f receiving), use of sex toys, anal play, pet names and name calling, choking, bondage, size and breeding kinks go brrr, some other things too

📝: nsfw, some very debaucherous filth.. possibly the nastiest thing I’ve ever written..minors dni!

the headlines were everywhere…thousands of tweets being sent out by the second and the number one trending topic across all platforms. Not to mention the plethora of Google Searches. You couldn’t escape it and if you were (y/n) (l/n) and eren jaeger right now, it may have been all but inevitable to avoid: online and in real life. The two of you sitting hand in hand, faces pointing opposite of one another as you sat before the desk of your PR manager, who was absolutely fuming. “Hip Hop’s Hottest New Couple Exposed in Sex Tape Leak.” “EJ The Don and (social media name) sex tape leak.” You wanna explain why the fuck I have to do damage control first thing on a Monday morning?” to say she wasn’t happy would be a gross understatement. After all the hard work to build your brands and images both separately and together, it may have just been shattered by some dumb punk intercepting an airdrop between you two. However, the reception on it was that of positivity if looked at in a different perspective. Perhaps the fact that people were foaming at the mouth..chomping at the bit for only a preview. Saying that the sex was so good in comparison to other celebrity videos..claiming that this was what the Kardashians wanted Kim’s to be and that they would pay top dollar for you guys to make an Onlyfans! However, your manager was not amused…nor was she keen on the idea of you two stealing snickers and laughs over your shoulders. “How the hell did this happen..?”

one week ago…

“You know this is the last time we’re gonna be together like this for a while…”

“Yeah, I know…”

it were the last words that either of you wanted to hear but it was an inevitable reality that you had to accept. In some of the only free time that the two of you had been allotted, Eren decided to whisk you away for a two week-long getaway in the islands; the Maldives to be exact. A breathtaking paradise with dozens of villas and luxurious resorts lining the ocean shore. Practically ethereal waters without a single impurity littering them, swaying palms and the prettiest sights to take in.

throughout your tenure there, the two of you had enjoyed delicious food, dancing, swimming and a plethora of other adventures. It had been a wonderful time and honestly, you weren’t prepared to call it quits. Once you guys got back to the states, you’d be a part for a while. He’d be busy with his next album and you had a string of modeling jobs lined up across the country. dating as people in the industry, it wasn’t always easy as people would think. You had to be willing to sacrifice a lot that normal couples didn’t. You’d go two to three weeks before you were in person again, weird times to talk..one may have been sleep while the other was wide awake and even seeing them with another person as part of a music video or something would drive you crazy, so naturally, when you got time to yourself like this, you wanted to enjoy it.

and at this point, you wanted to stay with him forever. Especially after fucking on him for two weeks and it being the best you’d ever had. You needed that in your life everyday! with your face fixed into a pout, Eren cupped your cheek and brushed the side of your face before kissing you.

“Don’t look like that, princess. It’ll be okay..I promise, I’ll fly out to come see you as soon as I can and we can make it work. We always have, right?” You wanted to agree but you were upset..just dreading the moment. Still, you’d be a big girl about it and nod.

“Yeah, I know, baby..”

“Good. Now c’mere..”

currently, the sun was setting over the island and you guys were cuddled up on the villa’s deck. Enjoying the picturesque view of the ocean and the clouds after a nice swim. Tomorrow, you’d be back on a jet, headed to your hometown and he’d be back in Miami. For now, you wanted this moment to last forever.

with a hand resting on his chest, (y/n) bridged the gap of space between your bodies. When he beckoned you towards him, Eren entrapped your lips into a soft kiss, barely grazing the brine before biting down gently. He knew what that did to you..knowing it was just one of the many weaknesses he drummed out. Curling his own into a smirk, he’d place a hand around the back of your neck and deepen the peck into one much sloppier.

your tongues swirling and twisting around one another in a haze of passion. Eyes shutting as you’d become entranced in the moment. Bringing your palm to rest on his cheek, you’d find yourself damn near shifted over into your man’s lap; even letting your free hand graze his crotch.

with his guard down and arousal up, you’d snake that limber little hand into his bottoms and began wrangling his shaft around.

“Mmm…keep touching me like that and I might not let you leave, shit..”

mumbling against your mouth as it was obvious you had gotten him riled up through those swim trunks.

“That a promise? ‘Cause I’ll pull that shit out..suck that dick right here..”

“..my nasty girl..I love you.”

to which, in response, he’d then snake his fingertips between your thighs and part them open, rubbing against the warmth of your panty seat. Brushing the tips of his fingers against that clothed clit..it was a little soaked and not just from the water. That let him know exactly what time it was..

“Aye, why don’t we go inside? I got an idea..”

and without hesitation, you’d follow his lead and let him usher you in, ready for whatever he had up his sleeve; sure to be a night that neither of you would soon forget.

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naturally, it didn’t take long for you two to resume your heated makeout session and with complete solitude in the sequestered suite, you had ample room to go all out! To enact on your most carnal and filthiest desires; the perverse thoughts that plagued each of your minds about one another on a daily basis. It was something about being away from home in an environment other than your own that brought out your salacious sides.

only thirty minutes shy of having been outside, your nude bodies clung to one another like moths to a flame. The heat of pure love and lust burning rampant inside of you..it was such a shame that you wouldn’t get this for a while. Luckily, Eren had quite the solution for your dilemma.

“Let’s make a movie…a little something for you to touch yourself to when I’m not around..what you think, baby?”

propositioning with his finger underneath your chin as his muscular frame towered over you. your first initial thought was how sexy that was..and how you couldn’t possibly say no. Especially when he already had you worked over so well. Taking you straight to the shower where he hoisted your leg to his shoulder, a hand around your throat as he fed you slow strokes with water cascading down your bodies. It was a no brainer…

“Yeah, come fuck me on camera..”

with that very bold declaration and a smile on your pretty face, Eren made haste in setting up the ‘equipment’ for this little homemade film, including his phone and a tripod you had brought along for vlogging purposes, which worked out perfectly. And what would a good flick be without a few props? There were some goodies you had brought along that would prove useful for your last night.

a silk rope for binding wrists, a bottle of baby oil, a small bottle of lube, a vibrator wand and a heart shaped plug..he was going to enjoy playing around with all of these!

getting the device in the right position and ready to record, all he needed now was his lovely costar. (Y/N), already lying on the bed, touching yourself…rubbing that pretty little pussy between your fingertips. Gliding them up and down your slit until he made his way over to take control.

the way he towered over you just turned you on more than anything. Your man had bulked up quite a bit in the past few months, a result of hardcore workouts with his trainer and although he was starkly taller, he was much bigger as well. In his arms, you were practically weightless and that shit got your pussy so wet..

“Having fun without me, princess? That’s just mean..”

“Mmmm…I’m sorry. Just couldn’t help myself..need you in it.”

with the cameras rolling, it was time to give his greatest performance thus far! popping your legs completely open without so much as disconnecting eye contact, Eren glided his hand south to the same spot where yours was and began massaging that clit himself. he wanted dominion over you..for you to look him in the eye and tell him that one more time with his digits deep inside of you. Working his index into your tightness and his thumb to your aching bud..

“Yeah? What you need, baby? Talk to me..”

at the moment, you were too busy spilling out moans to meet his request..but he wasn’t going to stop until he heard the admission from your own mouth. Meanwhile, he’d finger you with his right hand and fuck his own palm with the other..pumping that cock in and out until you spoke up.

“I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me, mama…”

cooing to you in the sweetest of tones as he sped up his maneuvering. Knowing that it drove you insane..he’d watch as the incoherent babble spilled from your mouth. This was amusing..he was going to enjoy making that pretty little brain go blank tonight!

truth was, you couldn’t decide if you wanted that dick first or to fuck his face..to let him slide that big ass tongue against your slit and devour it until you came.

“While you’re thinking..let me put this in..”

amid your little episode, he’d reach over to retrieve that plug and lube. Flipping over the cap, he’d let the gooey liquid coat the gleaming metal. The two of you had done anal once and it was practically life changing. You had never come so hard in your entire life and since then, you wore those little toys occasionally to make things interesting. And of course to stretch yourself out.

after all, he wasn’t an easy fit into such a tight orifice!

your beloved boyfriend continued slicking it up before sliding it in, adjusting it to your comfort. The pastel pink jewel contrasts perfectly with that gorgeous dark complexion. “Took it so good, baby..” That puckering hole was begging to be filled as was your needy little cunt. So he made your decision for you.

“F-fuck..fuck me, please!”

“What was that?”

“Fuck me, please! Give me that dick!”

letting out a soft chuckle, Eren leaned down to kiss you before pulling out his fingers and stuffing them between your lips.

“Good girl..”

whilst you tasted the remnants of your own flavor, he’d grasp your ankle and tug you closer until you were at the edge of the bed. From there, he’d pin your legs back in one fell swoop before tapping himself against that warmth. You were dripping wet and with that toy added, he’d probably be slipping in and out! Still…it wasn’t going to stop him from putting that dick, balls deep inside of you.

he’d tease you for a few moments; grazing your folds with that pre-ejaculating tip..the thickness of his girth and length causing your eyes to dilate, watching carefully in anticipation. “Swear I can’t wait to fuck you, baby..give you all this dick..all this nut. That’s what you want?”

rhetorically questioning to see you chewing your lip and nodding your head in response. “And how deep do you want it? Show me..” prompting you to glide your hand across the bottom of your stomach; the expression on your face being one of innocence when he knew full and well you were begging to be fucked like a slut!

still, it was so cute when you pretended because ‘corrupting’ you, became all that more fun.

“Then keep that hand there and don’t move it until you feel me, alright?”

“Y-yes!”

commanding as his cock head began making home between your dense little entrance. He was all but impaling you on those eight and a half inches until he had enough in to make you feel it. “I’m ‘bout to start..can I?” Ensuring that you were alright above anything but once you did, those thrusts commenced.

the first half of that thick cock slowly drilling in those walls..just enough for both of you to get acquainted… “ooh..fuck. You so tight, baby, damn..” truthfully, it couldn’t be helped. The sensation of being dually stuffed was something else. Even so, you didn’t take your eyes off of him once and let it be known you could handle it.

“Mmmm…it feels so good. So fucking good..”

whimpering as you kept that hand planted to your lower belly. He hadn’t quite made it to the designated spot just yet but he was damn sure carving out his path..feeding you deep, fluid strokes to get you worked up. That much evident by the sheath of cream all over his shaft.

that flash was beaming directly at your intertwined bodies; capturing the essence of every facial expression you made, as well your movements.

“Yeah? I’m making you feel good, princess? Fucking you the way you wanted?”

“Yes daddy..you get this pussy so wet!”

(Y/N) admitting as you became dizzy and only filling your brain with thoughts of him; going completely dumb on his dick this early in..exactly as he wanted! Regardless, with your calf resting on his shoulder and the other leg being cusped by the ankle, Eren sped up exponentially, deepening those strokes until your head fell back.

“Then open that shit up for me..let me in it, baby.”

that name seemed to have incited something inside of him because he was pumping harder; pounding that little pussy until you were housing every inch of him. He might’ve gotten carried away..

hell, you might’ve been limping or carrying his first child by the time you got to the airport tomorrow but he was going to fuck you for every night he’d be away so that when that urge hit again, you’d remember all that he done to you..the good dick he gave and how you’d never be satisfied until you had him again.

maybe that was his toxic flaw..he wanted you to be so addicted that you’d always find your way back, regardless of what happened.

“Ugh! Fuuuck…I can feel it!—feel it so fucking deep in me..”

and right now, he was well on his way when you felt that tip prodding at your g-spot, making your legs quiver and that cunt squelch around him; noises getting louder by the second.

“..make it talk to me, princess..tell me where I’m at..” his deep voice and dominating tone quickly drummed out your submissive side. As if you were just begging to be used in the worst way.

“It’s in my stomach!..oh shit..”

“And how that dick feel?”

“It feels so fucking good! You’re fucking me so good.”

“That’s right, let me know then.”

gasping and breathing heavily from the sensation, even having to laugh because there was no way you should’ve fit all of that this soon! Yet here you were; legs dangling in the air and his dick buried inside of you. Those full, heavy balls slapping against your bejeweled asshole..such a sexy sight and one that was sure to drive you both crazy when you rewatched.

but right now, he wanted to make good on your little agreement..now that he had put it where you asked, he wanted to see it for himself. Even if you were pushing on his perfect physique; pawing at his abs to slow down.

“Move that fucking hand then, lemme see it..” roughly pushing that arm to the side to reveal his own tip press through your skin. It was so attractive, honestly. With a half cocked grin on his face and strands of hair dangling over it, he’d lean down and reward his good girl with a plethora of sloppy kisses.

just to make it all that more intense, he’d grab that vibratory, flick it on and stimulate you even more! Clawing at the sheets, his chest..anything to help you stay grounded, (y/n) let out an ear shattering moan in response.

“I know, baby..I know.. but you’re taking me so good just like you said. I’m so proud of you, (y/n)..”

praising you whilst pulsating between your walls. He knew how much you loved that and to be driven further into sub space. As long as you felt safe, comfortable and affirmed, you’d do anything he asked. He learned that early on into your relationship..and exploited it every chance he got!

“Mmmm…thank you, daddy. Thank you so much..” crying as that toy whirred against your clit!

“You’re doing amazing..just like that, baby..there you go, squeeze that dick..like you want me to stay in it..”

smirking with a loving peck to your forehead and your faces only centimeters apart. At this point, you wanted to live in his skin. The way he talked to you, held you..encouraged you?! All of it had you swooning.

meanwhile, (y/n) began to tremble, stuttering over your own words and tearing up from the overstimulation. “Don’t leave me, please..I need you so bad..” when you begged him like that, he couldn’t help but to make love to you like it was the last time. Grasping your hand, your man intertwined your fingers and placed a kiss on it to quell you.

“Shhh..I’m right here, pretty girl. All yours..all this dick..just for my baby..”

the touching moment being shared between lovers, making it even harder to come back to reality. This man had you on a cloud, floating through air and fueled on ecstasy.

but that tenderness could only be temporary as he had something to prove! He knew rough sex was what you really craved..to be fucked so good, you’d cry.

while holding you close to his chest, he’d force you up by the back of your head and tell you to keep your eyes focused strictly on him…next came his hand clutching your throat, slightly restricting your air for his pleasure and your own.

once he had you in position, he’d double down; making that puckering hole pulsate with each stroke.

“Ooh..shit! Eren, I’mma fucking come, oh my god!” all you could do was grasp and claw at that muscular, tattooed forearm..bracing yourself for his brutal fucking.

“Well look at me…look me in the eye when you nut on this dick.” grimacing with a tightened grip that had your tongue dangling and eyes stuck in the back of your head. What was apparent was the smile on your face. The harder he squeezed..the more pain he inflicted, the happier you were; like a grade A masochist!

but soon, you’d be reaching your peak and pushing him out when that heavy stream of juices came barreling forth. Amidst a mind numbing orgasm, (y/n) flailed in his grasp and nearly fainted..something that had occurred a couple of times. It was a sign of how good he fucked you and an indicator to take it easy..

unfortunately for you, he wasn’t all that much in the mood for being gentle. Instead..“Wait, wait…let me taste some of that, baby. Squirt in my fucking mouth.” Immediately retracting his cock only to make haste in bending down to catch the brunt of that climax. Sticking his tongue out, Eren suckled on your twitching clit and coaxed more out.

God, were so sensitive and overstimulated but he couldn’t get enough of his girl. He wanted to lick, slurp and suck you dry after already rearranging your insides!

“ ‘Ren…I—oh my gosh..”

but when you ate pussy as skillfully as he did, you didn’t attest! Rather, just grabbed his hair and guided him along. Glancing down to see him drinking in that sweet nectar so subtly. Kissing and flicking his tongue all throughout your folds. Enjoying his greedy feast of your slick filled cunt..

lifting his head up momentarily with a mouthful of that arousal, he’d pat your cheek to prompt your mouth open before spitting a portion into it.

“You taste so fucking sweet… ‘can’t get enough.” mumbling against your sex as you moaned his name and clutched his hair. You were still dripping, leaving remnants trickling down his chin but he didn’t care. It was his reward if anything. But he figured it was best to stop before you really collapsed on him.

“Let’s give this little pussy a break..c’mere.” Tugging you up once more with a final peck to your clit and lips before positioning you on the floor. From there, his six foot four Adonis-like frame towered over you as you sat on your knees. right in front of the camera, (y/n) let his length dangle in your face, tongue extended out and mouth agape with a huge smile because you couldn’t wait. You loved sucking him off, especially to taste yourself on it.

“I ain’t even gotta tell you what to do with it..eat this dick up for me, baby. You know how I like that shit..”

opening your mouth with your hands on his hips, you’d twirl your tongue around his tip a couple times before kissing it. You knew better than to tease him or he’d be fucking that throat for you. But you wanted your revenge for him nearly fucking you unconscious. You wanted to hear him moaning now..

eventually, you’d begin to take him a little further..pursing your lips around that shaft before swallowing over half. It took no time for you to get your rhythm..bobbing that head back and forth, and even massaging his balls. As you started getting more into it, Eren clasped your hair back, keeping it from your face to make sure you had no distractions.

sounds of slurping and gagging began to erupt from your mouth; pace going from slow to sloppy in less than a minute and the strings of saliva and precum trickling to your chin and breasts were proof. Not caring how you looked or how nasty it got, as long as he was satisfied. Exhaling heavily through your nose, (y/n) sucked profusely until you could move your head further down his cock.

“Oh..shit! You not playing, huh?..” laughing from the incredible sensation and your insane work. After only a few minutes, that face was plastered with your own spit; a sopping mess but one well worth it! He’d try to buck his hips forward to help you but made it very clear you were in control now..

even winking at the camera in an air of confidence before devouring him again.

“F-fuck. That’s my dirty little slut.”

you’d gain that rhythm and keep it..brushing the underside of his shaft, licking his sack and even taking him to the base until you spat up all over him; your forehead pressing to his pelvis until you came up for air. You felt it pulsate in your throat and knew you were killing him. It was only when you pulled it out to jerk him off did he lean down to kiss you and further slick your jaws with more spit. Not that it wasn’t slippery enough as is.

“Damn, (y/n)..You’re so fucking nasty, baby. Sucking my shit like that..”

“Told you I would..don’t play with me.”

with your eyes glazed over in that slutty glare, you’d just continue pumping him in your palm. Meanwhile, you’d return your tongue to his balls, flicking your tongue around the sensitive vein to really get him yelping. Eren’s chest heaved, his breaths getting louder as his peak grew closer. He wanted to paint that pretty face and titties so bad but he had to hold back..

for selfish reasons if nothing else..to stuff you full of his seed and have him with you wherever you went. That’s when he’d halt you, grasping your throat to kiss you once more. It was so hot how he always shoved his tongue in your mouth after giving him head.

“Fuck..that was so good.”

declaring before catching his breath and grasping you in his arms. Lifting you as if you were nothing more than a weightless rag doll, he tossed you onto the bed and flipped you until you sat on all fours. It seemed you had brought out his aggression, which meant you were about to fucked beyond belief.

“Arch that back, hurry up.” commanding with a heavy slap to your right cheek. Which you were quick to do..whilst you did so, Eren reached for the silk rope and oil. He had plans and couldn’t wait another second to execute them. The thought of giving you backshots and inevitably fucking that pretty ass was making him feral.

once you were in position, he’d pop that cap open and pour the clear liquid all over that brown bottom, slowly rubbing it in circles. The sight was beautiful..almost akin to something from an actual porno. And of course, you’d put on a bit of a show for him, bouncing it in the air and making them clap.

“Yeah..you know what I like. Look back at me while you do it, mama.” Twerking whilst twisting your head around to glare up at him. It was a shame how many times he had busted a healthy nut just from watching that big, round ass bounce alone..less known watching it slathered in oil.

“Mmmm..can’t wait for you to fuck this ass..wanna be so full of you.”

making his cock twitch with your declaration. He had no issue fulfilling your request and then some. Moving closer with his palm stretched out, he’d place it into the small of your back and then proceed to press your head to the mattress so that you were exactly as he needed you.

“Don’t worry, imma give you all this dick..have you dripping with this nut when I’m done..”

assuring you along the way while binding your hands behind your back. He wanted to make certain you didn’t run or try to get away. You asked for it as far as he was concerned! Aligning himself with your puffy, sore pussy..you found that tip splitting those lips open and entering you yet again.

only now, he wasted no time prepping you because that slick greeted him the second he put it inside. Letting out an audible moan and tossing his head back. It still had a whole lot more grip than he expected so he could only imagine how tight your other hole was. He wasn’t going to last anytime at this rate!

especially with the way you were shaking that ass against him and the sounds grew louder? This is why he always came so quickly with backshots..

still, he’d feed you full strokes with that plump backside colliding with his pelvis. Keeping his hand cuffed around your wrists, Eren met you halfway..slamming and rutting his hips into you so hopelessly. The moans coming from his mouth were absolutely cute and pathetic, and yet..he persisted!

“Fuck me! Yes…right there, ‘Ren! So deep in this pussy..”

“Yeah? Well I’m about to come, baby! I’m fucking—ahh!”

all of his restraint and resolve wore thin..a result of that warmth clasping around him. And soon, it’d catch up with him and eventually, you found yourself finally filled with his first load! Those hot white strings spilling into your aching cunt. He had quite literally beaten it up at this point..

you thought for certain he’d tap out after that but there was a little more left in his tank for the final round! hovering over your back now, he’d place a foot into the mattress and tap into his second wind. This time, you’d find that plug discarded to the floor and that ass spread wide open.

“..give me this ass..bet it feels so goddamn tight.” growling with a firm grasp on your arms as he teased that opening. Your eyes were fluttering, hair and lash extensions completely disheveled but he was going to get one more nut out of you no matter what.

“F-fuck..daddy, I can’.. ‘s too much, no more..”

but your whining and tears were of no absolve to him and instead, you found that foot gently planted to your skull. All while teasing that tip against it.

“Shut the fuck up…” grunting so aggressively that his words alone almost made you come!

“You asked for it, princess, so take it..”

placing both hands to your cheeks to give himself ample room; letting a trail of saliva fall onto it before pushing it in.

“Take this fucking dick in that ass, you can do it.”

You were more than ready for it now and if you weren’t, he’d make sure you were well stretched when he finished! (Y/N) on the other hand was gasping for air, eyes extended out of your skull and drool seeping down the corners of your mouth. The sensation was one that you’d never quite get used to but it was euphoric.

something that everyone should try at least once in your opinion. He wanted to go slow..pace himself and you but the pressure swelling in his cock just wouldn’t allow it.

it was so incredibly tight and that spongy flesh didn’t want to give but you’d relax that anus for him to fit at least four inches..enough to drive you both crazy!

he had to keep moving before he blew his load prematurely. The two of you exchanged huffs, moans and heavy cries but the best stride was saved for last. Fortunately, he’d find his rhythm and before long..he had mounted you like a fucking animal..not letting up until he had you taking all his knots.

“I’m coming! I’m coming..please!” wailing out from underneath his clutch. That ass arched all the way in the air for the camera to get a clear view of you taking it this way…as well as another splash of squirting, just waiting to exit your body. It was so powerful, and the pressure was too much to bear but he wanted you to meet him there;

“Wait for me, baby. We’ll come together, okay…”

“Okay!..”

trying his hardest to be dominant and hell, keep it together but that was all but useless. Finally though, he’d give his signal and the two of you would fall into those blissful climaxes as one..

for a moment, thought you’d seen stars. Right then and there..you practically went limp, proving that this position was no joke..

you were out for the count, spent and tired but both of you mustered up enough energy to kiss ever so passionately. Discreetly snaking around to untie your hands, he’d pull you into his arms as if he never wanted to let go. Coming down from your insurmountable high, he’d brush your face and smile at you with all the adoration in the world. Exchanging ‘I love you’ s in the process.

“Are you okay, princess? How you feel?..”

“I’m feeling like I want us to stay here forever.”

giggling softly into his chest as you collapsed onto one another. Eren couldn’t help but to dote on you while holding you close and kissing your forehead. He admittedly got a little rough but it was out of sheer love. Besides, you knew you were always safe with him.

“Well I don’t know about forever but hell, I think we can wait one more night.”

ready to ditch all forms of responsibility just to stay by his lady’s side..that’s how he was but now you had this beautiful memory to treasure when you eventually did have to part ways.

a memory just between you two to enjoy when prying eyes weren’t around.

or so you had hoped!…

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valentine-writes · 8 months

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Hello!! I absolutely adore your spot HC!

I was wondering if you could write something pre-collider accident? When he was working for alchemax ^^

I would adore more content about him and reader being coworkers, maybe this is way too self indulgent, but I crave some good enemies/rivals to lovers with this man. I think the dynamic would be so fun ^^

competitive

「 tws + notes: possibly ooc, no tws, unedited, rivals to lovers (which i hope i do justice), pre-collider johnathan ohnn, reader and johnathan are petty,,, can u tell i like writing him mildly bitchy, plz forgive any conflicts w/ canon i researched but im like 99.9% sure there r still errors 」

「 gn!reader, romantic relationship <3 」

↳ ft. johnathan ohnn/the spot

author's note: ouughh i love this sooo much,,, thank u AUDHEWUFHEW o((>ω< ))o !!! im so excited to write more of pre-collider him,, ignore me as i feverishly research every bit of canon info i can get cuz i haven't been able 2 rewatch the movie yet i hope this is to ur liking! enemies to lovers is not my strong suit,, but OHOUWHUDHEWH RIVALS TO LOVERS!!! UNDERUTILIZED!!! might hafta make a part two tho,,, locked in on the rivals part,,, lovers part in progress. ok no more of my rambles

▸ ever since you had arrived at alchemax, you and johnathan just couldn't seem to get along. not a particularly useful thing, considering you both worked for the same research company where teamwork was vital though, you insisted you had no real spite for him, the second you had gotten the job, you just seemed to one-up him in every single way.

every. single. way.

▸ when given a deadline, you'd finish in half the time it took him. when completing research, you have the information compiled when he was just starting to organize his.

hell, you even succeeded in being more proficient socially. how had you made so many friends already?

▸ he had to admit you were terribly charming too– a trait he was particularly envious of– and from the few times he's seen you get coffee with one or two of the other scientists, he knew that everyone seemed to think the same

not like he was paying that much attention to you as he saw you laughing with another coworker through the cafe window. foam party? sounds boring anyways, whatever

▸ he wasn't mad because he was lonely, or saw himself as inferior to you. johnathan had friends and honestly didn't consider himself particularly bad at making them. johnathan knew he was intelligent and that with his work, he could accomplish something big.

no, this problem had nothing to do with him. it was you. besides you, all the things he worked hard for was just second nature.

how annoying.

▸ your sworn rivalry had been one-sided for the longest of time to any witnesses. grumbling under his breath while he passed you, making a great effort to speak curtly with you, and was certainly not beyond intentionally knocking his shoulder into yours when he passed the look you shot at him for doing this was enough to make him wither on the spot– unintentional joke. my bad.

but he knew you were just as competitive as he was. the way you acted just had to be intentional. some of your remarks towards him were too pointed to ignore– your smiles and your friendliness nothing more than keeping it as civil as possible in a workplace setting.

professionalism, masking a deeper intention: to outdo him.

▸ and once you had figured that your feigned innocence would no longer keep you afloat, that's when the true rivalry began. an ambition-fuelled climb to the top to be better than the other.

it manifested more childishly than you two cared to admit.

"you know, chewing on pens isn't great for your enamel." johnathan practically jumps out of his seat, your words effectively snapping him out of his completely focused state.

he grumbles, looking over at you while lowering the pen away from his mouth a habit that i have too... guys look away itz not projecting...

you only shrug your shoulders. "just saying, johnny."

"don't call me that." he retorts, trying not to roll his eyes. "are you here just to bother me with unsolicited comments about my habits and dental advice?"

you laugh and he feels his face heat up in annoyance. you and your stupid laugh. he's heard enough of it around the workplace while you chatted amongst the others. it was a sound he could live without.

"so hostile. we work together, y'know?" you grin. there's a glimmer of amusement in your eyes. you were getting on his nerves and you knew it.

"anyways, i just came to ask if you had a pen i could borrow. preferably not one with teeth marks." the last part is tacked on so briefly that johnathan didn't even have time to be offended about it before he replied.

he looks at you dead in the face. "sorry. i don't have an extra pen on me."

you glance at the completely untouched, unused, ballpoint pen on his desk and then back at him. he says nothing, staring at you silently, before you get the hint decide to go ask someone else.

▸ it gets pettier.

imagine johnathan eying up a coworker, getting all blushy and stumbling over his words around them.

and within a week, you've got their number– and he passes by the two of out in that STUPID FUCKING HIPSTER CAFE GODDAMMIT–

it's not that serious to him. he can move on from a workplace crush. he however, can't move on from the fact you swooped in before he even got a chance. you never care to bring up that on your little coffee date with that person ended up being a disaster– maybe it was for the better they stayed away from him

▸ of course, he was able to outdo you too. his biggest success?

"so," johnathan flinched away, about to walk out the glass doors of alchemax and head home for the day– only to find you with your back leaning against the frame, arms crossed. "heard you got put in charge over something pretty important."

he curses under his breath. "you can't just sneak up on people like that."

"i was literally standing here in plain sight the entire time."

"were you waiting for me or something?" he asks sarcastically. johnathan seems somewhat surprised when you don't respond, awkwardly averting your gaze from him for a moment hm. guess that's a "yes"...

"doesn't matter." you reply, shoving your hands in your pockets. "so... you're working on a portal thingy?"

"i'm one of the people overseeing it, yes." he huffs, trying to answer your questions quickly and just get the hell home. but as you figured, he had all the time in the world when it came to correcting you.

"and– the word portal is inaccurate."

you raise an eyebrow. "yeah?"

"it's a particle accelerator. you should know what that means. the goal of this project is to essentially create a passageway– a bridge, if you will– between two separate dimen–"

"so, a portal." you interrupt.

he glares at you and you swear his eye twitches.

"just wanted to know. congrats, ohnn." you say casually, before exiting out the door.

the next time he sees you, he discovers that head scientist, olivia octavius who just so happens to be fond enough of your work to hear you out when you asked her decided it would be a good idea to have you work on the project as well.

even though johnathan was still technically still ahead of you– he kicked himself for how quickly you were beginning to catch up. you flashed him a grin from your desk as you began to help out on the project– he forced one back through gritted teeth.

▸ after tirelessly working on the project together as a team still trying your very best to outdo one another he figures this feud of yours is getting nowhere.

you've both spent sleepless nights on this project you both equally cared for,, it was time to just give up and be normal coworkers. an odd conclusion for johnathan to reach as a notorious grudge holder. maybe the lack of rest was getting to him, too exhausted to even deal with you anymore. or maybe, he was satisfied where he was right now– on the verge of a huge breakthrough with him being one of the main contributors– he no longer needed the pleasure of being better than you.

"how did you even get this number?" you ask, recognizing his voice through the phone as he greeted you.

"well, funny thing actually. alchemax has all the employee information on files, so i just–"

the realization hits you. "snooped through mine to get my phone number?! you're insane!"

he's desperate to explain, just trying to get to his point without getting a headache from you. "no, no, no– wait, i didn't come to fight or anything–"

"then what do you want, johnathan? a little medal? a trophy or somethin? you're probably getting that anyways after this whole thing– so,, so– what? what is it?!" you snap.

this is the only blatant hostility you've ever shown him. both ends of the call fall silent.

"wow uh– that was a lot." he mumbles awkwardly.

"...'m sorry." the shame makes your ears burn up. it is getting childish. you can't deny it.

he blinks at his phone, before bringing it back up to his ear. "did you just apologize? have i got the right person?"

it's your turn to groan. "are you trying to get me to take it back?"

"no! no, no, no– sorry." he replies quickly, stuttering as he tries to get back on track. "i just wanted to talk...."

the words hang in the air for much longer than needed.

"just spit it out already." you inturrupt.

"we should truce." he blurts out. "you know... maybe we should calm down. start over."

johnathan pauses for a moment, waiting for a reaction from you. you give him absolutely nothing. he takes a deep breath before speaking up again.

"i just thought it'd be better this way. this is getting ridiculous. and i think we're both mature enough to move past it so–"

"no, thank you."

he falters momentarily, processing what you had just said. "i'm– i'm sorry, i think misheard you."

"no, you heard me," you repeat, your smile clear as day in your voice, "no. thank. you."

"i like what we've got going on. keeps me motivated." the sweetness in your tone makes him cringe.

"you can't be serious." he rubs the bridge of his nose, fighting off the urge to lose his mind.

"oh, but i am." you lean into your phone's mic, voice dropping to a whisper. "just give me time. i'll catch up with you eventually."

your stubborness was truly something else.

"nope. can't do this, not today, nope–"

you laugh to yourself, hearing him hang up. you secretly hoped he'd at least keep talking to you a little longer. probably just a result of being a tad sleep deprived too.

▸ the collider is almost finished. ever since the phone call, you and johnathan hadn't talked for days.

and now, there you were, at his desk.

"need a pen?" he asks, looking up at you, expecting you to bother him again.

you shake your head. "actually, i came to ask for something else. i've been thinking about what you said..."

the words catch in your throat. you stare at the ground, the humiliation of what you're about to say causing you to fidget with your hands. he's never seen you like this– timid and anxious in his presence rather than smug and confident. it's a sight that he thought would bring him joy– but he's far beyond that now. instead, he looks at you curiously, not unlike the way he observes specimens.

"go on..." he says, leaning in slightly.

you meet his gaze sheepishly. "yeah. maybe a truce doesn't sound so bad."

he smiles back, cautious but hopeful. "you mean it?"

"this isn't me surrendering." you're quick to say, though your defensiveness falls flat, only causing his smile to fade for a moment. "i'm growing bored of it. we can just move on." it's not what he had in mind– but he'll take it.

"okay. sounds... good?" he replies awkwardly, unsure of what to do.

"mhm. so, you still have my phone number, right?"

he freezes. "yes... but– um– i can just delete it from my contacts now if– if you want. that was weird of me to do. really sorry 'bout that. just wanted to talk."

"nah. keep it." you say with a slight shrug of your shoulders. he tilts his head slightly at your reaction.

"i'll text you when work's done so we can grab a coffee or somethin." there's that smile he's grown so familiar with. this time it has no undertones of aggression– something which he finds more unnerving somehow. he can't tell what you're up to.

"i– uh– what–" he stammers.

you await the rejection.

"i mean– sure... but... you want that?" he asks, his tone careful, like he expects this to just be a scheme of yours. never in a million years would he think that you'd want to actually resolve whatever conflict you had going on. much less, spend time with him outside of work.

" i mean, i just offered, didn't i?"

"right– ...so uh– after work then. okay. it's a date."

he mentally kicks himself for the last part. "i– not like– a date, date, but–"

you don't give him time to stumble over his words and make a fool of himself.

"great." you turn to leave, but glance over your shoulder before walking away. "see you later, johnny."

▸ you failed to acknowledge this earlier, and maybe he had too– but over the course of your mutual rivalry, you found that you admired him. his brain, his work, his sheer tenacity– and he admired you too.

perhaps you didn't have to be better than one another.

"here's to new beginnings." you mutter to yourself, shooting him a text while waiting at the cafe.

#atsv #across the spiderverse #UAHWIEJDKSN HEAVY WITH THE RIVALS. little less w/ the lovers part #look they're jus trying 2 b friendz rn #but trust they'll be kissin in no time 🫡‼️#atsv x reader #the spot #the spot atsv #the spot headcanons #the spot x reader #johnathan ohnn #johnathon ohnn headcanons #johnathan ohnn x reader #johnathon ohnn #johnathan ohnn headcanons #johnathon ohnn x reader #4givsies if he is ooc.... trying to figure him out little by little.....#anyways i had more fun with this than i thought i would auwhwhdj i get carried away easily

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muffinsin · 4 months

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I got this angst idea

can you do on how would the dimi sisters react to accidentally killing their fem s/o when they were on a uncontrollable rampage and they couldn’t recognise anything, all they had on their minds was to kill (can be from sucking blood or using their sickle) but then they smell the blood of their partner and that’s when they snap out of it and realise they harmed their partner. The sisters cry, apologise, and beg for their partner to not die

So much angst recently- are y’all okay?👀😳 but I’ll gladly get into it!👀🙌

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Bela

It’s so rare she is in a frenzy. She didn’t think it would ever happen again

Perhaps, if she considered it a possibility, she would have not assured you you’re safe with her

She can’t even remember what happened;

In one moment she tried the new, enhanced version of Sanguis Virginis, in the next she is racing through the castle near foaming at the mouth

She sees red, and nothing else

All her senses are hyper, so much so they seem dull, almost. She can no longer recognize what is going on, all she can think about is blood

She tastes it on her tongue as body after body drops on the floor

She is unstoppable, powerful and fast like she has never been before

Bela is a predator, now more than ever

And sadly, this makes you prey

She does not notice it is you who screams for help as she chases yet another maid through the halls of Castle Dimitrescu

As fast as you attempt to run, however, it is no use

You slam a door shut behind you, and still she easily reappears at the other side

You feel her sickle in you before you can take off again, and she crackles sadistically and hungrily

She practically feels the blood in the air, the scent, yet she can’t place it, not yet

She’s on you within a second, sickle brought down on your chest harshly. You eye the window to your right, considering it the only way to save your life

And still, as you reach for it, and Bela even is too lost to take notice, you find you can’t do it

How can you put her life at risk to save yours?- she often asks herself the opposite later on- how can you not?!

Bela does not notice her antics, not until she digs her teeth into her prey’s skin and blood pours from your neck and overwhelms her

She knows this scent…!

Golden eyes widen when the picture in front of her is finally no longer blurred

You are beneath her, bleeding, unconscious, still

She doesn’t need to check for a heartbeat, she knows no human could survive the gashes and slashes across your skin, the bite that outright would have killed you if you weren’t gone long already

She still checks, hopeful, and a single tear rolls down her face as she stares at you in bewilderment

Then, she grips your shoulders tightly, shaking frantically as she calls out your name

“PLEASE! Wake up! Wake up!”

She screams, loud and pained, and begs you to wake up

For minutes she repeats this, begging and crying until she finds your outstretched hand to the window

She considers it, and in her pain, reaches for its handle

But pain solves no pain, and so she feels herself tugged backwards by strong, gloved sets hands, her sisters by her side as they heard her scream, and desperately pulling to avoid the deathly sting of the cold wind outside

Bela relents, her eyes slipping shut in her exhaustion

In the days, weeks, months to come she cannot come to terms with it. She blames herself, and visits your grave daily to beg for forgiveness

Only when she begs once whether you will forgive her, and flowers bloom, does she start healing

Cassandra

She prides herself on her ability to control herself

Sure, she gets angry, but never would she hurt those she loves

If she had just known what would happen, she would have never taken you on a hunt with her

But it wasn’t something new! She trained you, and you often accompanied her

And all was going normally, until the snowstorm had started

Of course, your primary concern was Cassandra, and you were hers

However, this changed

For when the air became bitingly cold and Cassandra felt flies dropping dead within seconds, her hands and face freezing- her heart slowing…it was pure survival

She needed heat

She needed blood

In one moment she calls for you to ensure your safety, in another she calls out for you to run

She is a hunter, chasing her prey

The cold spurs her on, and it isn’t long until she finds you. You reek of her, after all

With the techniques she has taught you, you at first believe you stand a chance

When she lunges for you, you evade

But truly- there doesn’t seem to be a politics outcome to this if she cannot calm down

Either she does catch up to you, or freezes in the cold, your love lost forever to her greatest weakness

As she screams in agony at the cold biting into her flesh, you hesitate when you should’ve ran

She is on you within seconds and doesn’t hesitate. Sharp claw-like nails dig into your flesh, ripping open your chest as though it was made of rubber

You scream, and she cannot hear it

You suppose, you can be thankful that your death is fast

And still, it pains you to see her fuming and shaking in your last moments

It was never supposed to go this way

With your heart removed, you are unable to stay alive and away as you want to

Cassandra shivers and screams from the cold, yelling and cursing angrily at the pain

Eventually, the storm lets up, and so does her primal instincts to keep warm

However, when she looks down and notices the blood all over her and your gutted body in front of her, she feels sick

Never before has she felt this, but the acid feeling in her throat is only a small warning for her

She swarms away fast as she vomits, staring at your body laying on the snowy ground

She runs to you again, even as the snow has her feel as though her ankles will break any moment

“Please, nononono, no please!”, she begs. She knows she cannot repair what has happened, and no amount of healing can bring you back

Still, she cries and begs you to wake up

She does not move from the spot until she is eventually found by her mother after days, half frozen in place. She doesn’t mind. She is willing to die by your side as you had died by hers

When she is lifted from your dead corpse, she doesn’t object

She doesn’t have any strength left within her, hungry and thirsty, exhausted to the bone and spent after days of nothing but sobbing and throwing up

As months pass, she begins to come to terms with what happened

One thing however, is clear to her more than ever before:

The villagers were right. The maidens were

Cassandra Dimitrescu is a monster, and you lied whenever you told her differently

Daniela

Daniela writhes on the ground, screaming, crying, growling

The bear trap around her leg pains her so much, the snow under her even more so

Where is her family?! It must have been two days of her laying helpless in the snow, through the cold night in which she didn’t dare believe she would make it out of alive, through storm and rain

She’s so hungry, thirsty, cold

Never before has she felt this way, unless maybe right at the beginning of her newborn life

When she hears someone approach, she feels both hope and fear

“Dani!”

Your voice fills her with happiness, relief, then fear. You can’t be here!

She feels herself lose control the closer you get, her starved and pained state to blame

“Nonono! Go! Go!”, she screams when you step close to her

Her warning allows you to take a step back as her hand flings in your direction, attempting to grab your ankle

But- it pains you to see the one you love this way; dried tears on her face, makeup ruined and foot trapped by a bear trap, its metal ends digging into her flesh

She’s in so much pain, you can tell

Daniela watches as you circle her, moving to her leg

“Nonono! NO!”, she screams, helpless, as you kneel down

She doesn’t get the chance to tell you not to open the trap, for the moment you pry it open, she lunges for you beyond her control

She sobs as her body seems to work on its own without her command, her teeth digging into your skin

“msor’y” she sobs against your skin

She feels blood running from your wound, more and more. Too much for her to drink

She feels it soothe her aching throat

Even her leg heals fast with the treatment your blood offers the mutant

Still, she cannot tear herself away, hunger’s grip tight on her, thirst taking over

Daniela feels you attempt to push her off, but in your weakened state you cannot even make her budge

Her skin feels warm the more she feeds, and your skin becomes paler the more the forcefully takes

She cries helplessly, and the tears mix with yours. Her chest heaves as you gasp for breath, and use the one you have remaining in your lungs to beg her to stop

When she finally pulls away, golden eyes meet your tried ones

She calls out your name, hands immediately pressing over your wounds- she didn’t even notice how she must’ve dug her teeth in multiple times

She sobs harder upon noticing you attempt to lift your hand to her cheek

She helps you and presses her face against it, whimpering and begging for forgiveness

“You are not to blame”, is all you manage to force out before you close your mouth again

Daniela can’t move, can barely breathe

The blood coating her is all wrong! It feels sickening on her lips and in her mouth

She stays with you until your eyes close too and your heartbeat falters. She cries, and refuses to leave you

As she carries you back to the castle, your words stick with her

“You are not to blame”- it’s difficult for her to believe. And still, it helps her. This last memory of you

This last piece of love in all the pain

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #resident evil village

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nuzipilled · 15 days

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I adore the Pacific Rim/Murder Drones Au! :o I wonder if its fine to ask questions.

Who was N's partner that he lost?

Are J and V possibly as well pilots for jaeger's?

OMG @limeinaltime we got fanz

i’m still parsing together the lore™️ but i imagine that in this au the worker drones were built originally to help assemble the jeagers, and then repurposed as pilots as the kaiju threat and human losses grew. the setback was the mechanics of the jeagers were too much for the worker drone’s little bodies, so they needed to be modified to accommodate that—hence disassembly drones. Tessa was the daughter of the ceo at JcJenson who were the original manufacturers of the workers and also a rookie pilot at the time, so it made sense that her drones would be the prototypes. Their AI originally proved to be ineffective when drifting with another drone and so they needed a human counterpart to drift with while the company worked out the kinks in their programming.

it just so happened that because she was so close with with them all and generally just an openhearted, good person she was sort of considered the MacGyver of the jaeger program and was virtually drift compatible with all of them. she would take turns drifting with them in their respective jeagers and training them until their AI was developed enough to be compatible with each other. then i think that N was paired off with V while Tessa stuck with J.

An incident happened shortly afterwards that ended up getting Tessa killed and N was so traumatized by the experience that him and V started to have issues with their drift and he eventually was retired as her partner, with J taking her place. J taunts N about this relentlessly. N was delegated the responsibility of training rookie drones, still in their worker bodies in preparation of their modification so that they can become pilots too and effectively make humans obsolete and therefore safer.

As time goes on, and the threat continues to grow, the company has no choice but to recommission N, but since the incident his terror of stepping back into a jeager hasn’t faded. It is virtually impossible to find somebody that’s compatible.

he ends up taking a liking to Uzi, a spunky, rebellious rookie, whose parents just so happened to also be pilots during the experimental days where jcjenson was still using worker drones as stand ins for humans. Khan also lost his partner, Nori and is very much opposed to the idea of Uzi following in their footsteps because of it. Uzi however is practically foaming at the mouth to get into a mech and eventually, despite her not being modified, N warily to take her to the launch bay for a joyride and finds out to Uzi’s joy and N’s horror that they are drift compatible.

I have more to say on this, but I’m actually driving right now and using voice to text I got so excited to answer this and was afraid that if I let it sit, I’d forget my autistic ponderings. Long story short, to answer your question via incredibly winded ramblings, yes, V and J are also pilots, Tessa was N’s original partner, Then got rotated to V, watched Tessa die And it all went downhill from there. Thank you for the ask, anon!

#kistch answers #kitsch rambles #pacific rim au #murder drones #nuzi

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spamaccsstuff · 1 year

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THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING FOR TUMBLR!!

Btw I'm losing this acc so follow my other one! @hargrovesslvt

Best Friend's Brother

Summary: Your best friends with Leah Birch, ever since you were in middle school as a new kid, only problem is that she forbid anyone of her friends to fall in love with her brother. You were only going to get water, not expecting someone else to be in the kitchen as well...

Warnings!: SMUT. 18+ CONTENT PEEPS, swearing, kinda a perv!Judd situation, and spice!

Please leave requests!!

NOT PROOFREAD SO DON'T CRITICIZE

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Staying at the Birch's home during the weekends was nothing new, hell you practically lived there. Leah is, and has been, your best friend since middle school. You were new and lonely and Leah invited you to a slumber party one night, right off the bat telling you not to fall in love with her "asshole of a brother". She took every possible chance to make sure she could block you from crossing his path.

You were perfectly fine with not seeing her brother Judd. That was until Connie showed up and flipped your shit backwards.

You were in Leah's room, with a controller in hand sitting on her bed, patiently awaiting her return from the bathroom. Mindlessly scrolling through your phone when suddenly her door flies open and her brother walks in. "Hey Leah, have you seen where- oh. It's you. Where's Leah?" His gravelly voice sent shivers down your spine.

"Holy shit what's that scrumptious musk~ Mm mm mm!"

Connie popped up from under the bed, smelling the air while her hair wrapped around her body, almost like hands.

”Oh, uh, she uh, went to the bathroom." You cautiously responded, trying your best not to stutter, and failing miserably at not blushing.

"Oh baby~ who is that tall, dark, and handsome beast?" Connie walked up behind Judd sticking her face in his neck smelling his scent. "Connie, not now! Leah is going to be back any second and she specifically told me that he is OFF LIMITS so if you could please stop being horny right now, that would be great!" You frantically whisper yelled at your hormone monstress, trying to settle the swirling in your stomach.

"Whatever then." He mutters shutting the door behind him as he walks out.

"You can tell me whatever you want baby~ but at the end of the day, it was Judd that made your tummy throb~" Connie said as she disappeared and Leah returned from the bathroom.

"You ok Y/n?" She asked sitting on the bed next to you.

"Hm? Oh yeah I'm fine! Just zoned out a little heh."

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"You should've pinned her down and railed her until her back broke while you had the chance, did you see what she was wearing?? Fucking cock tease if you ask me!" Maury was basically foaming at the mouth, following Judd back to his room. "I mean come on! Did you see those perfect tits in that tight little crop top? She was basically begging you to cum down her throat!" At this point Judd was just pissed off, with his hormone monster talking in his ear, and the blood rushing to his dick, it was hard to think.

"Fucking Christ, what the hell is wrong with me? Getting hard from my sisters friend. I need fresh air Jesus." He then went outside, deciding to work out and blow off some steam.

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At this point, it's well past midnight. Leah is already asleep but you just can't keep your eyes closed for the life of you. You can't stop thinking about Judd. His deep voice, his strong hands, his disregard to anything that didn't involve him. You couldn't figure out why this was happening.

Eventually you just gave up and went downstairs for a glass a water, you were frustrated. Both emotionally and sexually and you didn't know how to get over it.

As you walk down the hall, you're reminded of your outfit when you shiver from the sudden drop in temperature. A black crop top along with a pair of short shorts. The type where your butt cheeks hang out the bottom a little. You contemplated weather or not going back to change, eventually deciding to just hurry up because everyone is asleep anyhow.

But boy were you wrong. Walking into the kitchen you immediately spot Judd leaning against the counter chugging a glass of water. Shirtless. Sweating. Hot as fuck. "Oh, uh, hey." What the hell is wrong with you?!? That's it? That was so unbelievably awkward!! "Hey. Why are you down here alone?"

"Jesus Christ, his voice is turning me into a waterfall!" Connie slid in behind you trying to make you make a move on him.

"Damn dude! What's got you this worked up-! Holy shit bro look at her." Maury pops up behind Judd, practically drooling.

"Oh, I just uh, needed something to drink, that's all." You swallowed thickly as he got closer to you. Maury and Connie are on the sidelines, seeing if you two will figure shit out on your own.

"Couldn't have even tried dressing modest could you?" Judd said scowling at you, you not knowing how turned on he is, and how badly he is trying to control himself. "What the hell is that supposed to mean? Why do you care?" You shot back at him, not noticing the smallest of smirks residing on his face. He likes a girl that's not afraid to stand up for herself.

"I'm just saying that you're dressed like a slut." He said with no emotion in his tone. You should've felt angry. You should've shot back at him, not rubbed your legs together and go quiet hoping to God he didn't notice. He did.

"Oh what, nothing to say now slut?" He cooed in your ear, breath husky and hands sliding to your waist. You didn't want to give in, you couldn't. At least not yet. You stood up taller and went around him, ignoring him as you got a glass and filled it. Boy that only riled him up more. He liked a good game, especially when he knew for a fact that he would win.

Watching the way you gulped down the water with haste and attempted to leave, he quickly grabbed your waist and pulled you back, practically pinning you against the wall. "Where do you think your going?" It felt like fireworks were going off, especially in your nether regions. You didn't know what to do but sit there, your mouth went dry and you looked anywhere but his eyes.

Noticing your attempt to ignore him he wrapped your hair around his hand, very lightly pulling to the side. Everything stopped the second he did that, his dick twitching at the mewl you let out. You were so embarrassed that you didn't know what to do.

"Fuck, you're a kinky little slut aren't you?" His hands went to your waist, his knee slowly pressing against your center, a wolfish grin on his face as he inched towards your neck. Sucking against your collarbone, slightly nibbling, your knees buckled, only making you lean against his knee even more than before, letting out a moan that was like music to his ears. He groaned pulling back and putting his hand over your mouth.

"You better be fucking quiet, unless you want Leah to find out." You felt dizzy, your whole body was on fire and the only thing you could do was subconsciously grind against his thigh, silently begging for more friction.

"Fucking whore. If you want something then ask." He said removing his hand from your mouth. You didn't even care about your dignity at this point. You were too hot and bothered to fucking care. You needed him. Now.

"P- please.." your voice barely above a whisper, "please I need you so bad, please Judd" grinding down against his leg harder and faster. "You never know when to fucking quit do you?" He grabbed your hips lifting you up so you couldn't get anymore friction, you instantly letting out a small pathetic cry. He flips you both around, bending you over the island in the middle of the kitchen, grounding his hips into yours harshly.

You were in ecstasy, putting your head against the cold counter, scratching to find anything to hold onto. Then, you hear it before you feel it. A harsh SMACK against your ass, making you mewl instantly and clench around air. Him leaning over you, his chest to your back with him whispering in your ear, you could've came on the spot.

"If you're quiet and you behave then I'll fuck you. But if you make any noise at all.. I stop. You understand?" You nod frantically, grinding your ass back against his hard on, making him hiss and grab your hair pulling your head back. Just straight up manhandling you, and you fucking ate it up.

He pulled your shirt up over you head and almost came at the sight of your perfect tits. He kept his left hand on your back between your shoulder blades keeping you down against the counter as his other hand traveled down your hip, wrapping to the front of your stomach. Feather light caress the whole way making you whimper silently and clench around nothing, trying your best to stay silent.

Once he finally pulled down your shorts, he audibly groaned once he saw no underwear. "Fucking slut, not wearing panties, basically begging me to fuck you." Running his fingers through your folds, you sigh, finally having him touch you where you needed the most. Rubbing your clit in slow tight circles, he simultaneously rutted into you, the friction from his jeans doing wonders on your puffy cunt.

Biting your lip, you tried. You tried so hard to be quiet, especially when he was in you ear the whole time. "Look at you, actually listening like a good little whore, being so quiet even though it feels so good huh?" You were so close. So close to finishing, you wanted to so bad but, this was Judd. You were waiting for him to tell you that you could finish. "I know how close you are, it must be so hard holding back huh" he said as he started rubbing faster circles on your clit.

"Go ahead, come for me slut." You instantly fell apart, legs trembling as you silently moaned into your arm, muffling yourself as much as possible. He kept rubbing circles, helping you ride through your orgasm, but it got to be too much. Your knees started to buckle, Judd noticed immediately, wrapping his arm around your torso to keep you up. "You've been such a good toy, I think you deserve a reward." He said unbuckling his belt.

You waited for him to enter you but he never did. You layed there whining, turning around to see him looking at you, waiting for you to start begging. You couldn't take it, you felt so embarrassed but you couldn't seem to care anymore. Too run down by pleasure to notice. "Please Judd, please I need you so bad. Please fuck me, I'll be quiet I promise, just please." You were on the verge of tears.

He wasted no time thrusting into you, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head and you to bite your arm from the painful stretch. As he bottomed out, you felt a harsh slap to your ass, your back arching and making you clench around him. He cursed at the vice grip you had on him, it was almost like your pussy was sucking him in.

Giving nearly no time to adjust he started pounding into you, clearly only caring about his pleasure at this point in time. You had yours, now it was his turn. Your pelvis was smashed against the counter with each thrust, his groaning and huffing in your ear was driving you crazy, you couldn't think straight, your mind was putty. Your second orgasm was creeping up on you. Fast. Judd clearly recognized this as he started harshly rubbing your clit in tight circles. Your breath caught in your throat. "Fuck you're so fucking tight, holy f-fuuuu"

Your second orgasm crashed over you, he kept fucking into you as you nearly screamed from the pleasure, but soon the pleasure turning painful from overstimulation. "Judd please, I c-cant. S-so sens- ahh!" You cried. He didn't care. He kept fucking into you with his hand on your clit, tears started falling down your face from the sensitivity. "I know you have one more in you. I'm going to pull it out of you." This only encouraged him as he started on your neck, biting and licking and kissing. It was wayyy too much.

You were nearing your third climax when you hear the magical words from Judd. "F-fuck I'm so close! Cum with me slut." He said smacking your ass once again, moving the hand from your back to your throat, pulling you flush against him as he pounded into you from a new angle.

You came instantly, mascara running down your face, your eyes rolled back, and the most fucked out look on your face. Judd could've came a second time just from looking at you. He helped you get dressed and led you back to Leah's room. (You couldn't even walk, which only caused Judd to smirk and inflate his ego.) You passed out the second your head hit the pillow. "Goodnight slut." He smirked, closing the door and going to bed.

You were gonna be fucked if Leah ever found out.

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Heyyy! Lemme know if you want anything else or what your thoughts are! Sorry if it sucked lmao. Anyways have a good dayyy

#judd birch x reader #judd birch smut #big mouth #judd birch x you

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undeadcannibal · 8 months

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Soap with a reader that has a boot kink?

Summary: Soap teases a Reader that has a boot kink!

Pairing: Johnny “Soap” MacTavish/Reader

Genre: oneshot, smut, request(s)

Word count:780

Warnings: boot kink and nsf/t content in general.

A/N: *foams at the mouth* Y’all don’t understand -- I’d get on my hands and knees and bark like a dog if any of these men asked me to. *coughs* ANYWAY, I hope you enjoy this, Anon. It was another fun one~ ( Gif credit: xxx )

When he first finds out that you have a kink for boots and the like, he can't help but keep the information to himself for a while. Making sure not to mention that he's well aware of it whenever you're around. Instead, he chooses to think long and hard about just what he plans to do to you now that he has this information. At first, he wants to go all in and jump right into the deep end of the kink with you, but rational thinking convinces him otherwise. He decides to treat it just as seriously as he would any other kink you'd like to try with him. Before he ends up doing anything, he spends a good while just researching the kink and what those that have it particularly enjoy about it.

After he's had his fill of studying, Soap ends up spending his down time - while away from you, of course - checking up on porn related to the kink. Discovers what he likes and doesn't like about certain aspects of it. In time, when he's good and ready, that's when he finally admits that he's known for a while. However, he wanted to go about things the right way. As such, his approach isn't sexually passionate right off the bat. Instead, it's very safe, casual, and reassuring. He lets you know that even though he's aware of your kink, he won't push you to do anything you don't want to. If you aren't in the mood to indulge your fantasies in a real experience, he doesn't mind at all. If you would like to though, he's completely game. Asking you what you don't and do like about it before rushing into anything with you.

If anything, once he does have your explicit permission to do something, he goes about things leisurely. He makes sure to draw out the teasing as much as he possibly can. He lines up his pairs of boots inside your bedroom in front of you, gauging which pair you seem to like the most before selecting those exact ones. Once he's put the rest aside and changed into your favorite pair, he's ordering you to kneel on the floor before him. After you're in position, he's nudging your thighs apart with one of his feet. Delighting in the sight of your chest moving faster as your excitement picks up. For a while, he simply rubs the toe of his boot along your knees and lower thigh. Eventually, he works his way up to your inner thighs, smirking down at you as he watches your hips squirm in response to him being so close to your groin. When he finally does allow himself to slip his boot forward, your mouth parts in a soft groan the moment the toe of his boot comes in contact with your core.

"Like that, do ya' love?"

He's mean in the manner in which he strokes the toe of his boot against your mound, stroking you through the fabric of your underwear. He'd liked the thought of getting you so worked up he'd see the slick of your excitement wetting the crotch of your underwear. So much so, he picked up the movement of his ministrations: lightly digging in the toe of his boot directly beneath your clitoris and began to wiggle it. Causing you to gasp and arch your back as small sparks of pleasure began to warm a familiar fire deep within your belly. Your hands curled into fists at your sides as you struggled not to please yourself otherwise, knowing damn well Johnny would stop what he was doing until you did so.

Johnny shifted his weight from foot to foot a bit to get into a comfortable position before he picked up the pace of his teasing. Jiggling the toe beneath your sensitive bundle of nerves till he had you whining and panting for more. Practically pleading for him to do whatever he pleased so long as he made you come that way. The thought pleased Soap so much, he figured he'd indulge you sooner than he initially planned to. Praising you as he began to alternate between stimulating your clitoris by stroking the toe of his boot over the aching nub, and even pulling back just enough to lightly kick at your now slick cunt. Groaning as he watched you yelp and moan aloud, thick thighs spreading apart even further to allow him to do as he pleased.

Needless to say, by the time Johnny was done with you, he'd gotten his wish. The crotch of your underwear was sporting a dark wet spot, as well as the tip of his boot.

#call of duty x reader #task force 141 x reader #soap x reader #johnny mactavish x reader #my writing #opened mail #anonymous #requests

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my-soupy-brain · 3 months

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have been working super long days lately, wish I had ted to look after me and help me wind down after an exhausting day. think I would sleep so well

Same. We deserve this and Ted knows it too. He'd be such a sweetheart about it. I hope you have a break coming so you can rest and take care of yourself! Short n' sweet. Let's gooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader

Warnings: All comfort

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You practically sunk into the couch at Ted's when you came over for date night You were waiting all week for this but work had run you ragged.

"You want a glass of wine before we head out, sugarbutt?" Ted asked as he came into the living room. Your face brightened with a smile as you nodded. But Ted caught your forlorn, tired expression first.

He didn't comment on it. He just gave you a soft smile and sat next to you.

Without a word he lifted your legs into his lap, and stripped off your socks. His fingers and thumbs went to work.

"Better yet, darlin'? Let's order in. Movie night."

You tried to protest. "No, no. We've been looking forward to that restaurant all week!"

Ted laughed. "That restaurant ain't goin' anywhere unless it grows legs. We'll go another time."

Before you opened your mouth Ted rebuted. "Hush, hush that beautiful butt. We'll order in, watch the movies we've been itchin' to see and curl up on this here couch."

You leaned into the soft back and looked at him.

"What did I do to deserve you?"

"I ask myself the same thing every day, darlin'."

Ted ordered some delivery food from the little Greek place down the block. He changed into comfy clothes, and brought you a pair of sweatpants and a tshirt to do the same.

"What's that?" you ask as he hands them to ya.

He chuckles. "Now, we ain't havin' a comfy cozy take-care-of-Y/N-night in dressy clothes. Up, up. Get comfy, sweetheart."

You slipped into his clothes, which smelled delightfully like detergent and Ted. He pulled out a big, fuzzy blanket and laid it over you as he answered the door and brought the food to the coffee table.

You watched some TV and he asked you about your week. You told him how the long hours were catching up to you, that you hadn't slept well all week. Ted nodded and rubbed your back.

When dinner was done, he cleaned up, lit some candles, turned down the lights and snuggled you into his chest.

You agreed on the movie to watch and Ted handed you a glass of wine.

"Now empty that beautiful brain for a bit, and just relax. Ain't got nowhere to be, except here together."

Your eyes met his and you smiled, a sweet kiss shared on your lips.

"You're the best, Ted."

...

By the end of the second movie, you can't contain your yawns. And you realize you haven't thought about work or your week this entire time.

Ted feels you yawn again.

"Alright, sugar, time for bed."

You protest again. "What about..."

Ted laughs. "Tell ya what, I got a double feature for ya. It features two down pillows and a memory foam mattress. I hear it's up for an Oscar."

You giggle, and he smiles -- he loves to be the one who makes you laugh.

He helps you off the couch and you both crawl into bed, Ted slides over to the middle, and you meet him there.

"Stomach," he says. "Lay on that tummy. I'mma rub your back."

What a swoon.

You shift positions and feel your cares melt away when his warm hand runs soft circles across your shoulders and down your back.

"Now you, m'dear, need to sleep. Tomorrow's Saturday, and if you're rested we can paint the town red. But let's get you a good night sleep first."

You nod.

"I love you, Ted," you say with heart as you turn to look at him. He just smiles under his mustache and brushes hair off your forehead before he kisses it.

"I love you, too."

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OK I need this too. Please? With the invention of robots and AI can we make a Ted for all of us? I wish I was kidding. IMAGINE THE POSSIBILITIES. OK, I'll shut up. Thanks for the prompt, friend. And I hope you get some rest!

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fluff #ted lasso x you

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seiyasabi · 2 years

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GBF

(Someone told me their idea of ‘yandere seemingly gay guy x fem reader who thinks they’re their bestie,’ and I foamed at the mouth. Anon I wanna kiss u on the mouth.

This is a Yan Vil x Fem Reader story, so proceed w caution!!! Some details may not be canon, so plz don’t yell at me, I’ll throw up.

TW: !!!noncon/dubcon!!!, !mistaken sexuality!, !reader is like ?? but ur gay and Vil is like ‘lemme show u that I’m not’, Vil is a meangirl as usual, unsafe sex!, need to express that he’s straight!, slight manhandling that is seemingly OOC, kinda dacryphilia, D/S kind of relationship, use of the word master, drugging!, hand on neck action, etc..

Please proceed with caution!)

“-So I asked him if the extension was necessary, and he told me that because I was a distraction, he couldn’t get his part of the project completed. Can you believe that??? He’s blaming me for wanting to do the project in the same room, rather than separately, just in case he needed help! How rude!” You puff your cheeks indignantly, painting your nondominant hand a royal purple, matching Vil’s iconic look.

Vil gives an airy chuckle, he’s currently styling his hair into his normal updo, making sure his braids are even on both sides of his head, “I don’t think he means it in the way you think, darling. I believe he’s insinuating that he finds you… endearing. Perhaps he has a crush on you?” The blond is gritting his teeth at that idea. No one deserves to have you (besides him of course)! This disgusting boy who happens to be your partner needs to be reminded of his place.

Whilst your best friend is brewing in his growing anger, you think about the situation thoughtfully. He may be right, your lab partner may have a crush on you! He wouldn’t be the first to, but he’s quite unkempt. Idia doesn’t practice self care, and that’s a big ick to you, “Hmm, maybe. But, hopefully not! While he may be nice, he’s not my type.”

That catches Vil’s attention. You always say they’re ‘not your type,’ but you have yet to disclose what is!

“I see,” He joins you at his coffee table that you’re currently sitting at, daintily setting himself down on the seat next to you, “Now, be honest with me; what man- scratch that- boy is your type? I’ve grown curious about who you may fancy.”

You feel your face grow hot, eyes glued to your newly painted nails. You can’t possibly tell him about your crush on his guy best friend! That would be overstepping soooo many boundaries, so you need to think of someone other than Rook!

“It’s too embarrassing, I don’t want to say,” The slight tremor in your voice catches his attention right away. Who could you possibly be thinking about to make you so flustered?

“Oh, don’t be shy. I’m your best friend, you can tell me anything,” He drawls, grabbing your hands and inspecting your paint job. You did quite a good job, and he gives a small smirk of approval.

“Well… you have to promise to not be mad,” He raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow. Who could it possibly be?

“Darling, as long as you don’t say the name ‘Crowley,’ I promise I won’t be.”

That draws a giggle from your perfect lips, body shaking with laughter. That was certainly unexpected, but what else do you expect from your best friend? He’s quite hilarious when he’s comfortable with you.

“No, no! I’m not into men like that,” You stick your tongue out at him teasingly, “He’s way too old, he reminds me of a grandpa.”

He cracks a smile, his dark lipstick contrasting perfectly with his white teeth, “That’s fair, but no changing the subject. Now I’m even more curious as to who you like.”

You grumble for a few moments, before deciding to be honest, “Well, you know him, first and foremost. He’s blond,” Vil visibly perks up, “He’s funny, quite strange, and takes very good care of himself.”

You must be talking about him! Though, that strange comment hurts a little bit, he’s willing to look past it if it means he can have you, “I think I know who you’re talking about,” Vil states smugly, a practically dazzling smile on his perfect face, “I’m not mad at all about it, I’m actually quite happy. It must’ve taken a lot out of you to confess like this.”

Nodding, you give his hands a small squeeze, “I’m so happy you’re not mad! I was so worried you would be!”

“Not at all,” He releases one of your hands in favour of moving some stray hairs out of your face, “I’m so glad you feel the same.”

This causes your heart to practically explode in your chest! Rook feels the same?!

“Really? He feels the same way?” Instead of answering you, Vil presses a perfect kiss print against your cheek, surprising you, “Uhhhh, what?”

He smiles at you, eyes practically glimmering like the glitter on his eyelids, “Oh, how long I’ve waited for you to confess. I’ve liked you since the day you asked for blending techniques, fairest.”

Hold on- did Vil think that you like him?! And did he like you back?! Isn’t he gay?! And did he just admit that you’re the fairest of them all?! What the fuck is happening?!

You shrink back, gulping due to your nerves, “I-I think there’s been some confusion,” His smile noticeably becomes tight, eyes staring into you like a great white’s, “I like Rook… I like him a lot. I should’ve been more specific, I’m sorry. But, I’m also really confused right now.”

“What could you possibly be confused about?” The way he speaks through gritted teeth scares you, especially with how tight the grip on your hand has become. Is he trying to break your hand?

“Aren’t you, uhm,” You pause for a second, trying to come up with the right words, but find none, “Aren’t you gay? I-I thought you liked men this entire time!”

He stares at you for a long moment, before bursting out into uncharacteristically loud laughter. Vil can’t believe it- you thought he was gay? Oh dear, that sure complicated things, “Oh no, I’m most definitely not. Whilst it’s okay to be gay, I am not. I love women,” He leans in close, eyes shining in pure, unadulterated love, “And let there be no mistake; I love you.”

A nervous sweat breaks out on your skin, as you realise how many boundaries you’d inadvertently pushed, “Wait, hold on; does this mean that you’ve,” Your heart stutters in your chest, “You’ve watched me change and-“

“Yes, and I won’t apologise for doing so. You never asked, darling, so you can’t blame a man for watching the love of his life in the nude.”

This entire situation is too hard for you to handle, “I can’t believe it- you broke my trust! I-I did all of these things under the-“

“Ah, ah, ah, that’s not fair. You assumed that I was gay, if anything, I should be the one who’s offended,” His grip somehow becomes tighter, long, perfectly manicured nails digging into your skin, “And on top of that, it turns out you’re foolishly in love with my other best friend.”

The way his shadow suddenly looms over yours causes you to twitch in mild fear, his voice sounding icy like his stare, “I can’t help that I like him! And how could I not assume?! You never explicitly stated any interest in women, but you are always obsessed over other men’s looks! What was I supposed to think?”

“Tch, you’re lucky I love you, (First name). If I didn’t, I would post a smear campaign against you online, because of these allegations,” Oh, that was a thinly veiled threat. You’re so close to pissing yourself in fear, it’s not even funny.

“I-what- are you threatening me?”

“Not at all, I'm just stating my feelings on the matter,” He smirks, suddenly releasing your hand, in favour of inspecting the nail polish you’re currently using, “Now that that’s out of the way, I’ll finish your dominant hand for you. You know how much I hate sloppily done manicures.”

Your mouth is wide open, disbelief encasing your entire being, “What?! You-you can’t just-“

“Shh,” He silences you with ease, his shark eyes shining in barely concealed delight, “I can just do that, fairest. Who would believe you? Hmm? You’re just a pretty girl against a social media tycoon.”

Your lip wobbles at his softly spoken, but stabbing words. He’s right, you know he is, but it still doesn’t stop a sinking feeling from forming within your chest. You want to scream, cuss, spit, pull his perfectly done hair from his head… but you can’t. Even when he threatens you, you can’t help but think about the times he was a good friend. Before… all of this, which makes it hurt even more.

“So, you’re going to be a good girl, and let me finish your manicure. You know I hate it when a beauty regimen is half done,” Without waiting for your response, he carefully unscrews the royal purple nail polish with one hand, and begins to meticulously apply it to your perfectly filed nails.

You hate to say it, but the blond is amazing when it comes to anything beauty related.

It’d taken a very long (and tense on your part) hour for your nails to be ‘done,’ leaving Vil to bask in your, understandably, uncomfortable presence.

The need to leave continues to rise, but you’re unsure how to go about saying goodbye. Normally, you wouldn’t leave until Vil finished his nightly routine, the male gently shooing you under the guise of him needing his ‘beauty sleep.’

But, today it was completely different. It was only 6 in the evening, and you were ready to run as far away as you can from his expensive flat.

Maybe if you left and ghosted him, he’d leave you alone… that’s what you hope, anyway,

But who are you kidding? The blond would probably make a very public post about you being lovers or something, forcing you to come back into his clutches without the need for physical violence.

And, if that didn’t work, he’d send Rook to drag you back to him.

You’re so deep within your own thoughts, that you don’t notice the blond making dinner, much less finishing it, and plating the (healthy meal of choice). He sets the dish in front of you, expecting your usual praise. But, when he notices your glossy eyes staring off into nothing, he snaps his fingers, immediately gaining your attention.

“(Your name), darling, are you alright? If you continue to day dream, I can’t promise that your food will be fresh when you get to it,” He sets his own plate down at the seat beside you, gracefully sitting down, and placing a napkin on his lap.

You nod at him, eyes fixating on the food in front of you, “Yeah, I’m good. Just thinking.”

His sharp eyes are on you in an instant, watching as you fiddle with your utensils.

“What could you be thinking about in that cute brain of yours?” He (pushes your hair out of your face/pulls your chin in his direction) with two fingers, allowing you to view him with ease.

“I’m just… in shock. I didn’t realise that you’re not… you know-“

Sighing in slight annoyance, Vil stares at you with dull eyes, “When will you drop this?” His sharp words cause you to flinch, not expecting his slightly elevated volume, “I am not a gay man, I am straight. I will always love women romantically, I will never view men in that same regard,” He grabs your hand in a tight grip, “I am also helplessly infatuated with you, and there’s nothing you can do to make me feel otherwise. Now, do you feel assured of my true feelings? I promise that I am not toying with you, and I genuinely want to pursue a relationship with you.”

You try to pull your hand away, but his grip remains strong. The intensity of his stare is enough to make you avert your eyes, “That's the problem; I don’t want a relationship with you. I no longer trust you-“

He releases your hand, in favour of gripping at your thigh. Vil’s nails dig into your flesh and muscle, causing you to yelp in mild pain, your own hand grabbing at his to try to ease his grip, “Eat. Your. Food. I don’t want to hear the hurtful things you’re about to say.”

When you don’t immediately begin to eat, he gives another squeeze. Glaring, you shove his hand off of you, causing him to scratch your smooth skin, but you don’t care, “I’m not hungry! I want to go home-“

Vil stands up suddenly, scaring you. He marches to the fridge, forcing it open, and grabbing a large cup filled with a pink smoothie. Slamming the icebox closed, he rushes at you, face unreadable but eyes flashing with anger. Placing the smoothie in front of you, he crossed his arms, looking at you expectantly.

“Fine, if you’re not hungry, at least drink this smoothie. It’s filled with vitamins and minerals, along with a potion to make your skin clear and glowy.”

You look at him, before looking back at the smoothie, “I don’t want it. I just told you; I want to go home. Hell, maybe I’ll go see Rook-“

“You will do no such thing,” He hisses, pushing the drink closer to you, “Drink the smoothie, or else I’ll do something you won’t like.”

You swallow harshly, eyeing the drink. With a shaky hand, you grab the cold glass, before taking a large sip. It’s so sugary, reminding you of the pastries Trey makes. You can’t help but gag at the overabundance of sweetness, setting the glass down on the countertop, and pushing it away from yourself.

“Great Seven! What did you put in this?” Coughing, you try to clear your throat, eyes watering.

“Don’t be dramatic- the smoothie is good for you. Drink it all, or else I won’t let you leave.”

“You can’t keep me here, that’s unlawful imprisonment-“

“Shh, just drink,” Without warning, he picks up the smoothie, and practically pours it down your gullet. Liquid splashes down your face, as you try, and fail, to swallow all of its contents.

You’re somehow able to gulp down the majority of it, causing Vil to let up, effectively letting you breathe. You cough and splutter, leaning over the counter to try to catch your breath.

“What the fuck, Vil?! I could’ve choked!” You wipe at your mouth and chin, taking in the soiled front of your cute blouse. The pink is sure to stain ://

He says nothing, just staring down at you, as if he’s waiting for something.

“Why’re you looking at me like that?! Say something!” He grins at you, showing all of his teeth, causing a feeling of dread to settle deep within your bones, “Did-did you poison me? Oh God, am I going to die?”

Your body suddenly becomes hot, causing tears to head your eyes in fear. This is how you’re going to die!

Sobs wrack your body, as Vil all but drags you to your feet, and begins to bring you to his bedroom. Is he going to dismember your body in his en-suite bathroom? Oh no! Oh no!

Pushing you into his bathroom, he begins to unbutton your blouse, nimble fingers exposing your perfect, bra-clad chest. You try to shove at his hands, but your limbs feel like they’re made of lead. Even standing is a chore, causing you to stumble, falling into Vil’s surprisingly sturdy chest.

He clicks his tongue at your actions, but says nothing, making the experience all the more terrifying. He’s almost never quiet, which means he’s probably up to something.

“What’re you- what’re you doing? Why’re you undressing me? Are you going to cut me up?” Your teary eyed look makes his cock throb, you’re just so adorable when you’re reliant upon him.

“Not at all, I’m simply making it easier for us when you reach the next stage.”

Fat tears drip down your face and your lip trembles, “Next stage?”

He nods, the smirk on his face is domineering, crazed, even, “Yes, fairest. I know you don’t believe me when I say I’m… infatuated with you, and what better way to show you, than claiming your pretty pussy?”

You blanche, body heating up more than before, heart beating almost out of your chest. You don’t want him to, but it seems your body is thinking to you, “What did you do? What was in that?”

He loves that pleading tone, loves your pitiful reaction, and especially loves the way you tremble against him. Oh, how long he’s waited for this moment!

“Shh, don’t worry about that. All that matters is that you’ll feel good. Master will make sure of it.”

Sudden cramping in your abdomen causes you to slump into Vil bonelessly, a small cry leaving your lips. His lithe fingers dance against your hot skin, relishing the way you’re being broken down by the aphrodisiac.

You once again try to shove at him, but to no avail. You practically sink to your knees in pain, Vil loosely holding your arms as you rest your head against his hip. He’s so tall compared to you, so the only way to rest against him was quite inappropriate.

“Awe, are you alright, darling? Tell your Master what the problem is.”

A small sob is all he receives in response, causing a chilling laugh to resound around the room.

“Poor dear. Here, I’ll help you out of these pesky clothes,” Pulling you up to your feet, Vil begins to undress you. He pulls your top completely off of you, before all but ripping off your trousers. You’re left only in your bra and panties, which you try, and fail, to cover with your hands. The blond coos are your cute display, before he yanks your bra off of your chest, and shucks your panties down your legs. Slick immediately drips down your thighs, now that your panties are no longer holding it in. He used two fingers to swipe at your sensitive pussy, causing you to whine as you soak his hand in your fluids, “Does your cunny feel empty, fairest? Do you need your Master to fill you up?”

“No! Don’t- don’t touch me there! I don’t want you; I want Rook!”

Vil practically growls at your words, a sudden and mannish feeling of wrath overcoming him, as he grips your jaw in one hand, squishing your cheeks painfully, and digging his nails into your pretty skin. You whimper, as he starts to drag you to his perfectly made bed.

“Don’t say that name is my presence ever again, (Your name), I don’t have the patience for your rebellious behaviour. I am the only man who deserves you, and I won’t let him or your incorrect ideals about my sexuality get in the way of that.”

He shoves you on the bed face first, forcing your ass up into the air, your legs folded underneath you. Vil grabs a pillow from the head of the bed, shoving it under your stomach, making your back arch more than before. He shrugs his expensive robe off of his shoulders, gracefully tossing it onto the bench at the foot of his bed.

You writhe on the mattress, trying to move out of the position he forced you into, only for a harsh grip around your waist to still your movements. Your tears drip onto the silk duvet, as you sob out in both pain and betrayal, “Stop this insolence, darling. I won’t hurt a single hair on your pretty head, as long as you sit still and look pretty for me.”

He smoothes a hand over your perky ass, relishing the feeling on his soft hand. He’s waited so, so long for you to fall into his clutches, and now he doesn’t ever want to let you go.

Moving his gaze down to your dripping cunny, he can’t help but shove two manicured fingers into you. A loud keen echoes throughout the room, causing his cock to jump in his perfectly pressed trousers. Yeah, he should’ve done this the moment he realised his feelings for you.

He scissors his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace, his thumb rubbing small circles over your throbbing clit. You can’t control your moans, as the pads of his fingers massage your g-spot with vigour. Your fluids drip down his hand, coating his dress shirt’s sleeve in your slick, but he can’t find it within himself to care.

You’re so out of it, that you begin to ride his fingers, ass bouncing with every rut against his pretty hand. You ground yourself against his finger tips, loving how he plays with your enlarged g-spot, wanting nothing more than to cream all over him. If he’s this good with his hands, your drugged mind can only imagine what he can do with his cock.

Vil’s in complete awe, relishing the way you’re seemingly giving into him. He should’ve given you an aphrodisiac a long time ago.

He so desperately wanted to see your face, knowing that a pretty princess like you would be drooling at his fingering skills.

You teeter so close to the edge, pussy clamping down on his nimble fingers. Your moans and cries grow louder, as he constantly abuses your g-spot, causing your legs to shake and your eyes to roll to the back of your head. Yet, before you can squirt all over him, he pulls back, delivering a harsh smack to your plush ass, “I didn’t say you could cum, fairest. Only good girls are allowed to, and since you didn’t ask, I don’t think that applies to you,”

Sobbing, you grip the sheets below you, “Please, Vil! I need it! I need to cum so bad!”

He laughs at your pitiful display, before unbuttoning his dress trousers and pulling out his cock. He’s long and thin, tip flushed a pastel pink. Pre-cum practically drips from his tip, leaving small drops on both his trousers and sheets. He’s not too worried about it, though, you’ll either lick it up later or a maid will clean it.

“Hmm, I suppose I can allow it. But,” he spreads your pussy open with two fingers, taking in the perfect sight of your puffy, dripping hole, “You can only cum on my cock.”

When you don’t immediately respond, he pinches your clit between his thumb and forefinger, causing your body to jolt, a scream tumbling from your lips before you can stop it.

“You will respond when I ask you a question, (Your name). Never ignore your Master,” You nod your head rapidly, more tears dripping down your face.

“Yes, yes, I’m sorry! Please stop,” He releases you, lightly patting you on the pussy, before lining his cockhead up to your prepaired cunny.

“Good, darling. Now, let me show you what you do to me,” Without another word, he shoves his prick inside of you, bumping into your cervix harshly. What he didn’t have in girth, he made up for in length. Vil’s eyes practically roll to the back of his head, mouth open, face screwed up in an abnormally imperfect expression, “Fuck,” He swears, which he almost never does, “I knew your pussy would be perfect for me.”

He bucks into you ungracefully, which would have surprised you, if you weren’t so drugged up. You moan and cry, both loving and hating what he’s doing to your body. Your pussy creams around his cock, coating his cock in a milky white sheen, which the blond male looks at in awe. Using the two fingers that’s holding your cunny open, he releases one part in favour of lightly rubbing your engorged clit.

Gasping at how you grip down on him, he begins to slam into you at a decent pace. His thrusts lightly rock your body, your face still smooshed into his bed spread. His pretty moans intermingle with yours, as he continues to assault your clit and fuck into you.

Your juices drip down your thighs and onto his bedspread, cream and slick mixing together for a sinful concoction. Your g-Spot is so enlarged from the drug, that every drag of his cock has you practically convulsing.

“Vil! Vil!” He gives a breathy laugh at your sweet keening, pressing down a little harder on your pretty clit.

“Yes, fairest?” He acts coy, pretending to not understand why you’re calling out for him.

“It’s-it’s too much! I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum! Please let me cum!” Your foggy mind barely recalls his previous orders, filling the blond with pride.

“Since you asked so nicely,” He leans in close to you, the soft fabric of his blouse feeling wonderful against your heated skin, “Go ahead, darling. Cum all over your Master’s cock.”

Your body squeezes down on him harsher than before, practically milking him for everything he has. He lets out an unusually mannish grunt, spilling his seed deep inside of you, as you squirt around him. Both of your releases drip down the both of you; your bare thighs covered in delicious cream, whilst Vil’s designer trousers are completely soiled. Yet, Vil wouldn’t have it any other way.

“What a perfect darling,” He releases your pussy, in favour of wrapping an arm around your bare chest, and flipping you onto your back. Your (hair is a complete mess/drool is leaking out of your mouth), makeup completely smeared all over your face. Though Vil is always one for perfection, he can’t help but think you look better this way, “You did so well for me, (Your name). So well, in fact, I believe you deserve another release.”

You whimper, body completely boneless underneath him, “Please, please, I need you so bad. I feel so empty, Vil,” Your eyes are still teary, lips still trembling. It causes his cock to twitch.

He places a kiss to your lips, his lipstick transferring onto you very noticeably, “Call me by the correct name, fairest, and I’ll make sure you can’t move tomorrow.”

You gulp, mind screaming at you to hold your ground, but you fall victim to the drug burrowing inside of you, “Please, Master, I need you.”

With a smug grin, Vil forces your thighs open, lining his now erect cock with your cum filled pussy, “I’ll do so, with great pleasure.”

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #vil x reader #vil shoenheit x reader #yandere vil x reader #yandere vil schoenheit

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otomes-and-tears · 4 months

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Wondering what your thoughts and opinions are on the rest of the jerk squad boys, especially Nate?

Know that asking me this was a mistake because I’m RABID for them. I’m FOAMING at the mouth and shaking just at being asked to ramble about my boys because I am plagued by thoughts of them that I’m absolutely going to unleash upon you now.

This is not going to be coherent at all. I apologise for that.

By the way— since I already talk about Shiloh way too much, he’s not going to have his little section here. If you want to see my rambles about him, please check my masterlist!

I’m probably going to talk about Jeremy separately because…. I actually haven’t finished his route. It’s the only one that’s left.

Since you asked about him first, Nate is one of my favourite boys. I have a special place in my heart for him because he kind of reminds me of my girlfriend, and I do think that his dynamic with JB is one of the most entertaining in the bunch. He’s always snapping back at her and it’s so fucking funny. Every time they’re out together I keep getting this mental image of JB being strapped in a baby leash with Nate trailing behind her like an exhausted parent.

Like Shiloh, he’s also a character that I think about a LOT, particularly about the way he handles (or does not handle) his emotions and his obsessive need to have control over everything around him.

I think it’s really telling that Nate continuously strives for perfection and frequently neglects his own emotional needs when he practically raised himself, admittedly saw the school as his home, and when we know for a fact that he was seen and treated as a mini-adult throughout his life.

Like, you cannot tell me he wasn’t praised endlessly as a child for being independent and self-sufficient and then when he grew older people were constantly exasperated that he was too independent and didn’t know when to ask for help when needed! Nate is probably endlessly confused as to why something that was touted as being such a good trait for a good portion of his life suddenly became a problem.

Anyways, I think it’s kind of tragic how he spent most of his life at that school and I legit teared up when they graduated. It’s also very sweet how despite being a perv and living to make him uncomfortable, JB is surprisingly respectful of his boundaries regarding physical touch and doesn’t push him to kiss or hug her. Yeah, she teases him about missing the perfect moment but she’s happy to let him decide when he’s ready to do all of that!

It’s also nice that she tries to support him, even if she isn’t exactly good at it. SHE’S TRYING HER BEST BC THEY LEGIT LIKE EACH OTHER EVEN IF THEY BOTH HAVE ISSUES!!

Regarding Everett… I didn’t expect to like his route as much as I did, but he has SO MUCH ANGST POTENTIAL.

Like, his whole relationship with Nate? The fact that he’s a momma’s boy?? HE WAS REJECTED BY PRAN In like, the WORST way possible??

It’s just, chef’s kiss. A whole lotta angst wrapped inside a tiny, hipster-shaped package. Pure perfection.

My only issue with his route is that the whole time, I felt like JB was getting in between him and Nate. This is my headcanon, but I feel like after high school, if JB and Everett don’t immediately have an explosive, dramatic breakup there are only two possible routes: either he leaves her for Nate or they add Nate into the mix.

I’m sorry, but no other alternatives compute for me, not after their conversation in the tunnel of love. That shit goes way past just a codependent friendship.

I think I’ve mentioned this once before but Bae is likely my second favorite jerksquad guy. I can’t really explain why his condescension is so funny to me, but it might be because my favorite parts of the game were the group meetings and Bae’s borderline paternalistic attitude towards the other characters (because he’s mAtURE and knows what’s best for them) and his sarcasm made for some really great dialogue and some of the funniest scenes in my opinion.

Just as a side note— I played xoxo blood droplets and Bae’s route made me realize how much potential he has to be a yandere in an au! And now that I’m thinking about this I NEED to write about it. Even if it’s just headcanons or something.

I love him in game. I’d probably throw hands with him three minutes into a conversation if he existed IRL. I sent my girlfriend screenshots of his sons of his scenes while I played and she said that I was a bit like him. It made me reevaluate my life LOL

Okay so, I’m going to be real with you: Pran is my least favorite of the boys. I’ll admit that when I played through his route last year I kept complaining about not having that much fun and not liking him a lot as a character. My view changed as I got to the end of the game:

Pran’s is still my least favorite route but he’s one of the most interesting guys to analyze.

In the end, even if it took me a bit to get into it, I still ended up enjoying it immensely anyway.

I think what made me dislike him at first was that, ironically, I think that Pran as a character works best in group scenes. He’s a contrarian and he’s very quiet most of the time, which makes his very occasional interjections some of the funniest moments in the meetings, but that’s also why I didn’t find his dates as fun LOL

I think that with the other characters I had a better time because how they played off JB during their dates, while with Pran it was funny to see JB trying so hard to engage with him or get a rise out of him just for him to barely react (and it makes the instances where she does manage to catch him off guard very rewarding) on the first few times, but it started to get old for me. There’s only so many times I can hear him say no, and that he doesn’t care before it gets annoying.

For me the highlight of his route was seeing Shiloh have a weird, one-sided beef with him. Shiloh pretends to like everyone but this is where he draws the line apparently 😭

Anyways, you might be wondering why I said he’s one of my favourites to analyse if I didn’t have much fun playing through his route. That’s mostly because of his backstory, which I genuinely find to be fascinating.

He’s basically a textbook example of avoidant attachment, which is due to the severe neglect he suffered as a child. Honestly, I could make a whole post about this alone if anyone is interested.

That coupled with having to adopt a mentality where nothing he ever did or said was ever right, because either his parents or grandparents would get upset, which led to him always being quiet or choosing the contrarian option, and you get a pretty fascinating character to think about. It’s interesting to examine his relationships through this lense: it makes complete sense that Pran has a difficult time engaging with JB and connecting to her emotional needs. The few relationships he has maintained exist out of necessity! And he tries so hard to push her away, in the same way he pushed everyone else away, but she just refuses to leave. Refuses to accept defeat. She’s fully determined to figure him out and make their weirdass relationship work and it’s something I admire JB for. That girl is a TROOPER.

#by the way this is going to be a take™️ but I think Shiloh and Nate are more similar than either of them would like to admit #they both need to feel in control of a situation in order to feel comfortable but they express that need in basically opposite ways #I can elaborate more on that if anyone is interested #bee rambles #xoxo droplets #shiloh fields #nate lawson #everett gray #bae pyoun #pran taylor #xod shiloh #Nate xod #everett xod #bae xod #Pran xod #xod

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