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honeyedmiller · 6 months

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Checkmate | Joel Miller

pairing: dbf!joel x f!reader

warnings: dbf!joel, age gap (reader is late 20’s, joel mid 40’s), reader is depicted as shorter than joel but otherwise has no other physical description (picture in mood board is for aesthetic purposes only), mutual pining, making out, smut (thigh riding, brief mentions of f oral receiving, unprotected [bc] piv, slight cockwarming, riding), reader’s best friend’s name is hailey, no use of y/n. 18+, minors dni.

huge thank you to my baby @party-hearses for beta reading this for me. i love you to a million pieces 🖤

a/n: also this is my 900 follower celebration?! i still can’t wrap my head around the fact that so many people follow me and enjoy what i reblog / write. i love u all so, so much. i also feel kinda bad bc i hyped this one shot up a lot only for the smut to not be that descriptive, but this is more about joel and reader’s feelings than what they essentially do with each other. hope y’all still enjoy it :’)

word count: 4.6k

synopsis: you and your dad’s best friend play a dangerous game, and one of you ends up losing faster than you both anticipated.

dividers by the lovely @saradika

You wiped your sweaty brow on your forearm as you lugged a fifth box into your new apartment. You’d finally saved up enough to move out of your parent’s place. Your master’s degree had paid off after all, landing you a job in the heart of Austin, Texas. You were only a thirty minute drive from your parent’s house, which your mom totally loved. She couldn’t wait to help you decorate your place and hand you down the pots and pans that’d been in the family for quite some time.

The move wasn’t necessarily a tough one, because you were ready to get out of your parents’ hair. You all got along well, but you were dying for your own privacy and space that you could call your own. You couldn’t be happier now that you had it.

In the midst of the move, your dad insisted he’d phone his best buddy, Joel. You’d only heard about him a handful of times while you were away at college, and in the months you’d been back with your parents, your dad always went over to his house to watch sports or hang out. When the whole family was invited over to his house for barbecues, you always found yourself either already having other plans with your friends, or you were working. Today was finally the day you’d meet the mystery man that is Joel Miller.

And that’s when you saw him. Tall, broad, ruggedly handsome, body clad in an army green shirt that showcased his biceps and veiny forearms, dark jeans that showed off the muscle of his thick thighs, and scuffed up boots from plenty of days, weeks, hell–months of hard work that added an inch or two to his already towering height.

He must’ve been in his forties if you had to guess. His dark brown hair was dusted with slight specs of gray, the scruff on his jawline mirroring the hair on his head. His nose was strong, and was perfectly fitted with his face. He had dark brown eyes that were kind yet held some kind of sternness—a look that made your panties easily dampen. His mustache framed his lips that were pursed into a slight frown, and you couldn’t help but wonder what they’d feel like all over your body.

He looked at you just the same, all but hungry eyes roaming your body as he caught a glimpse of you for the first time. Like a damn deer caught in headlights.

He was your dad’s best friend?

Oh, you were truly, utterly, royally fucked.

You introduced yourself to him and he shook your hand, the calloused pads of his fingers meeting your soft skin sending a string of butterflies through your stomach.

You genuinely don’t think you’d ever been this attracted to someone at first glance.

After he and your dad helped you move all of your stuff into your new place, you’d concluded two things: one, Joel Miller was a man of very few words–at least, around you that is, and two: you were sure he was attracted to you just as you were to him.

Was it so wrong to want someone a little bit older? Perhaps not. What was wrong was that he’s your dad’s best friend. You shouldn’t want someone like that. Someone you were absolutely sure could handle you in the best way possible.

About a month after you’d finally gotten settled into your apartment, you invited your best friend Hailey over a movie night and a glass of wine. You told her about your predicament, to which she couldn’t help but be the little devil on your shoulder and encourage you to go after Joel.

“Look, I know he’s your dad’s best friend n’ all, but what he doesn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, right?” She questions, legs tucked underneath her body as her lips curl into a sly grin before she takes another sip of her wine.

“I mean yeah, but I’ve never done something like this before. An older man, who’s closely acquainted with my dad? I oughta be out of my damn mind.” You sigh, rubbing your temple.

“Live a little, babe. You’ve been a good kid to your parents your whole life. It’s time you do something for you for once and go after it. Make a subtle move on him next time. That might spice things up a bit.” She suggests, pursing her lips.

“You’re right. But if I make a move and it backfires, I’m completely fucked and I’m moving to the other side of the country.” You laugh exasperatingly.

She reaches over to pat your thigh softly. “Only one way to find out.”

You hadn’t seen Joel as of late, but you weren’t phased by it. It’d been a really busy couple of weeks at work, and you were joining your coworkers tonight for a celebratory t.g.i.f. drink.

Hailey was over at your apartment getting ready with you and you both were already two shots of tequila in. You weren’t much of a drinker, but truth be told, you needed this night out.

“So I’m either between this dress or this one.” You explain to Hailey, and she studies the options you held up for her to thoroughly inspect. It was either between a black satin mini dress with sparkly straps, or a strapless maroon bodycon dress

“This one,” She points at the black dress. “With your red kitten heels.”

You toss the maroon dress onto your bed and take the black one off of the hanger, changing into the dress after Hailey goes to pour herself another shot. You slip aforementioned heels on and give yourself a once over in your full body closet mirror, satisfied with your appearance.

You wanted to look and feel hot tonight, and it was safe to say you achieved just that. Maybe you’d pick up some hot guy at the bar tonight. He may not be no Mr. Miller, but anyone to take the tension of the past couple of weeks away would suffice.

You were applying one last layer of lipgloss when Hailey’s knuckles rapped on your door twice, head peeking into your bedroom.

“Uber’s here. Let’s go get fucked up.”

You laugh at her enthusiasm, hot on her trail as you locked up and headed down to your Uber.

The ride was only fifteen minutes before you pulled up to the bar that was already packed. You both slipped inside, spotting your coworkers at a table. They were laughing about something when you and Hailey walked up, and they all cheerily greeted you with hugs.

It wasn’t long before the DJ was playing some line dancing songs, and multiple people made their way to the dance floor to move their bodies. You and Hailey were the only ones left at the table as you laughed at your coworkers trying to keep up with the beat of the song.

“Mr. Hottie over there has been checking you out for some time now.” Hailey leaned into you, nudging your side with her elbow as she jutted her head toward a man at the bar.

You felt your body drained of warmth as you saw none other than Joel Miller standing at the end of the bar, sipping on his beer tentatively. His eyes were locked on you, and the stupid butterflies rumbled around in your stomach once more.

“Hailey, that’s him.” You say, swallowing thickly.

“Who?” She gives you a questioning look, the drinks she’s had tonight making her mind a bit fuzzy.

“My dad’s best friend. That’s Joel.” You say, and her eyes nearly bug out of her head.

“Oh, girl, if you don’t make your move I’ll force you to make one. He’s a fucking hunk.”

Your eyes trailed back over to him, taking in his appearance. He switched out the green t-shirt for a gray one, dark wash jeans, and the same boots he wore when he showed up to help you move into your place.

The way he was looking at you made you want to do extremely sinful things with him. Fuck. Now or never.

“I’ll be back.” You tell Hailey, and her expression brightens up and cheers you on as you slip off of your seat.

You saunter over to Joel, drink in hand, and you sip on it through the straw as you approach him. He looks down at you amused, eyes nearly black as he scans you from head to toe.

“You stalking me now, Mr. Miller?” You tease, leaning up against the bar top.

Joel scoffs a laugh and sips on his beer once more. “Y’think I don’t have something better to do with my time than to see where you are on a Friday night?” He retorts, but it wasn’t mean. You were sober enough to hear the hint of playfulness in his tone.

“Mm, not really.” You shrug, feigning an innocent smile up at him.

So you could be a brat. He bet he could fix that attitude in no time.

He chuckled at his own thoughts, finishing off his beer as he set the empty bottle down on the sticky bar top.

“You caught me, darlin’. Any woman as ravishing as you is worth stalkin’.” The slight curl of his lip made you smile. You sipped on your drink some more as you watched the patrons of the bar dancing to the current song. Your eyes avert back up to his gaze, and you step closer to him.

His eyes move down to your glossy lips wrapped around the straw, wishing so badly that your lips were wrapped around something else right at that moment.

“What brings you here tonight, Mr. Miller?” You ask, reaching a hand out to touch his bicep. His body goes rigid at your touch, and you fear you’ve gone too far so your hand immediately drops. Joel does a quick scan of the bar before wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his sturdy body.

“My brother’s best friend’s birthday.” He shrugs, and you nod. You felt like a fucking hummingbird with how fast your heart was beating, and you were sure Joel could feel it with the close proximity between the two of you.

The air became thick and heavy. Your breathing accelerated, looking up at Joel and into his lust-clouded eyes. His grip on your waist tightened in the slightest, and you nearly whimpered as you felt his bulge through the denim fabric of his jeans.

“Joel.” Your voice was merely a whisper, and he smirked down at you.

“Care to line dance, darlin’?” He asked nonchalantly. Your eyebrows furrowed as disappointment shot through you. Were you reading the situation wrong?

“I don’t really know how.” You say, setting your now watered-down drink on the counter.

“I’ll teach you.” He shrugs, grabbing your hand and dragging you onto the dance floor. He showed you step by step how to move, but your mind was so hazy with lust that you could barely even focus.

It’d been months since someone touched you in an intimate way, and the burning need and desire was aflame through your body. All you could think about was Joel’s hands and tongue on you as you moaned his name. The thought nearly made you pout.

“You even listenin’ to me?” Joel pulls you out of your daydream, and you look up at him with half lidded eyes. He was teasing and holding out on you and he knew it.

His face held pure amusement as he watched you squirm under his stare uncontrollably, fidgeting like a little kid on Christmas Eve waiting for Santa to stop by.

“I’m gonna go get another drink.” You sigh, walking back to the table Hailey was waiting at.

“What happened?” She asks, looking behind you at Joel who was burning a hole in the back of your body.

“No idea. Guess I’m not getting lucky after all.” You shrug with a disappointed huff of a laugh. You looked back to see if Joel was still there, but he seemed to have disappeared.

You grabbed your purse and made your way to the bar, leaning over it. The back of your dress rode your thighs significantly, barely covering your ass at this point. Before you could get the bartender’s attention again, you felt a hand on your shoulder pull you back and press you into their body. You were about to mouth off on this person before you realized it was Joel.

“Fuck, c’mon.” His hand slid down to your wrist, gently tugging it. You looked at Hailey as you started to follow Joel and pointed at him discreetly, and she gave you a thumbs up.

Joel led you out into the cool air of the night, immediately chilling your whole body. Goosebumps raised onto your skin as he led you to his truck, your heels clicking against the unevenly paved asphalt.

“What are you doing, Joel?” You ask as you stop in front of a dark truck.

“I’m about to give us what we both want.” He said before trapping your body against his truck and between both of his strong arms that landed on either side of you. You cocked an eyebrow up at him, eyes and lips glossy underneath the dim parking lot lights.

“Can’t believe I’m fuckin’ doin’ this.” Joel murmurs before leaning down, smashing his lips with yours. You moan softly into the kiss, carding your fingers into his longer locks. You give the ends a slight tug and he moans into your mouth. You feel the arousal pool in your panties and your untouched core starts to throb. You whine into the kiss, and Joel takes that as an opportunity for his tongue to invade your mouth.

He tastes like mint now, probably having popped an altoid in his mouth before coming back to get you from the bar. His hands travel downwards and find purchase on your thighs underneath the dress, rubbing circles into your soft skin. He starts to rut his hips into yours, the bulge in his jeans catching onto your clothed clit deliciously.

“Joel, please.” You choke out as his lips disconnect from yours, hot kisses traveling down your neck and onto your collarbone.

“Please what, baby?” He asks, voice raspy and muffled as he breathes against your neck.

“Need you. Fuck, please, just touch me.” You don’t care how desperate you sound to him at this moment. His touch left a trail of flames everywhere his hands landed, and you couldn’t get enough.

Joel wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you away from the back door of his truck, opening it and helping you slide in. He got in right after you, closing and locking the doors. Your chest was rapidly heaving up and down, trying to catch your breath from the intense moment.

Joel didn’t give you much leeway, though, because as soon as he spread his legs to get comfy in the backseat, he was pulling you on top of him. You closed the gap between you two this time, rutting your hips forward so your heat sat right on top of his bulging crotch. He groaned lowly, looking down to where your dress had ridden up. He saw your pink lace panties that you had on, and god were you grateful you chose to wear those tonight.

Joel hummed in appreciation as he slid his calloused hands up the smooth skin of your thighs, looking back up to meet your gaze. Your lipgloss was nearly gone off of your lips and onto Joel’s, and he had to admit he liked the sticky cherry flavor.

“Your daddy would kill me with his bare hands right now if he saw what I was doin’ with his darlin’ daughter.” Joel chuckles, shaking his head.

“That’s why he won’t find out,” You shrug. “Besides, I’m a grown woman. I can make my own decisions and decide what I want… and what I want is you, Mr. Miller.”

Joel raises an eyebrow and huffs a small laugh. “That right?” He questions, grip getting slightly tighter on the soft flesh of your thighs.

“Mhm.” You nod, hand cradling the back of his head.

“What we’re doin’—this is bad.” Joel chastised, mostly to himself.

“Relax, Joel. I won’t tell if you won’t.” You twirl the hair at the nape of his neck through your fingers, applying more pressure onto his groin. He grunts in response, adjusting himself slightly as the confinement of his jeans was nearly torturous at this point.

“Fine. But we’re endin’ this whole hookin’ up thing if anyone gets even the slightest bit suspicious.” He negotiates, and you nod.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, Miller.”

Joel chuckles and shakes his head, leaning up to capture your lips into his once again. You hum against him, hands moving down to his chest as your nails scratch over the thin fabric of his shirt.

You start to grind yourself onto him again, and he groans once more before separating his lips from yours to mumble against them. “Use my thigh, baby.” He shifts you onto his left thigh, and you steady yourself on him by gripping his shoulders.

“I don’t wanna ruin your pants.” You sigh, the pressure of your clothed clit on his thick thigh already providing the tiniest bit of relief.

“I don’t give a shit about my pants, baby. Soak ‘em for all I care.” He presses his lips to your neck once more, and you shiver at the contact. You’re shy at first, not ever having gotten yourself off on someone’s thigh before.

Joel senses your hesitation, so he moves his hands back up to your hips and shifts them forward, causing your soaked cunt to glide along his jean-clad thigh.

You take over yourself, rocking your hips back and forth at a languid pace. Desperate moans are falling out of your mouth as you fist his shirt into your hands, feeling yourself so close already.

“Joel, feels so-so fucking good.” You whine, head dropping back. Your jaw goes slack and eyebrows thread together, picking the pace of your hips up.

“Yeah? Such a good fuckin’ girl, takin’ what she needs to get off.”

“I need you, Joel, please.”

Joel moved his hands to fumble with his belt buckle and jeans button to take his jeans off in the slightest, finally relieving his erection. You moaned at the sight of his thick cock, pre cum gathered at the tip. You brought your thumb to his slit, gathering the pre cum onto your finger before bringing it up to your mouth to gently suck on it.

Joel’s jaw ticked, resisting the urge to bend you over the back of his seat and fuck you senseless then and there. Luckily, he had a lot more restraint than he thought, because all he did was just stare at you sucking seductively on your thumb.

You shifted yourself so you were straddling both of his thighs now, and you grabbed his cock into your hand to give it a few slow tugs. Joel sucked in a breath at your touch, head being thrown back onto the headrest of the seat. You tugged your panties to the side before you ran the tip of his weeping cock through your slick folds, a lewd wetness sounding throughout the cab of the truck.

You moaned as Joel hissed at the contact. It’d been awhile since Joel had been with someone, so he prayed to whatever god was out there that he’d be able to last.

“C’mon baby, don’t be a fuckin’ tease.” Joel grunts, fingertips digging into your hips. You look down at him with half lidded eyes as you sank down onto his length without much resistance.

The stretch was fucking heavenly. Your lips parted as you puffed out a pant and sucked in a breath shortly after, reaching the hilt.

“So fucking big. Fuck.” You mewl, fingers digging into his shoulders for balance once more.

“Stay still for a little.” Joel’s voice was strained, sounding nearly pained as he choked out his words. You felt so good wrapped around him that he just wanted to appreciate your warmth.

Joel slid the sparkly straps of your dress down your shoulders, tugging down the neckline of your dress to reveal your breasts. His tongue darted out of his mouth to briefly wet his lips, large hands moving up to gently squeeze the soft flesh of your chest.

“So fuckin’ perfect.” Joel whispers, moving his head down to envelope one erect nipple into his mouth while his thumb and index finger toyed with the other. You moved one hand up his chest and to the back of his hair, threading your fingers through the thick locks once more as you pushed his face deeper into your pillowy flesh.

The feeling of his expert tongue and heavy cock in you was beginning to be too much. You needed him to move, or at least let you move. You weren’t above absolutely begging him until he gave in, but he seemed to have the same idea as his hips thrusted into you.

You took that as an initiative to move, so you began to slowly glide yourself up and down on him. You sucked in a sharp breath as the feeling of him repeatedly filling you made your legs shake. He took his mouth off of your swollen flesh to avert his gaze to yours, eyes locking as you moved up and down. He moved a hand down to generously rub at your aching clit, causing your cunt to deliciously clench around him.

“Gonna ruin this tight little pussy. Just you wait.” His voice is throaty and deep, sending shivers down your spine. The dangerous glint in his eye let you know that he was dead serious.

You wanted Joel Miller to ruin every other man for you.

That’s how this, the dangerous thing—the game—started.

You both were determined to win at something that wasn’t even tangible; something so lucrative to both of you that the consequences wouldn’t even fucking matter.

It didn’t matter as he took over and fucked his hips up into you at a brutal pace, causing you to orgasm violently on his cock within minutes. It didn’t matter when the windows of his truck fogged up and the drag of your fingertips adorned the glass. It didn’t matter when you reassured him he could cum in you because you were on birth control.

As months went on after that night at the bar, him fucking you up against the wall of his shower or pounding you into your bed or eating your pussy until you physically could not breathe anymore was all that dazed your mind.

Fuck the consequences.

None of it fucking mattered.

Because, over the months, Joel Miller was the kind of man you didn’t mind having in your bed after you two’ve fucked. You didn’t mind when he slept over, or when he wanted to be the little spoon, or when you both went out on dates like a normal couple would.

The euphoria of it all didn’t last forever, though. You knew it wouldn’t, but the heavy weight and reality of it all came crashing down on you one day when Joel was buried deep into your warm cunt, both of you teetering on the edge of a climax, when your dad came knocking on your front door. Pure panic seized your body and you had to make Joel hide in your closet like a fucking teenager.

That’s when you realized you both were way in over your head with this whole thing. Getting caught was going to be inevitable if it kept up like this.

You were eternally grateful that your dad was a man who didn’t hover. He left your apartment after fifteen minutes and when Joel came out from hiding, you told him that it was way too close and it was too risky to keep doing what you both wanted to never put a stop to. You’d silently promised yourself that was the last time with him.

Joel tried to argue against it, but you put your foot down. That is, until you got slightly buzzed one night and begged Joel to come fuck you. Truthfully, you didn’t even really need the sex from him. It was just a plus. You just enjoyed being around him so much that having him in some way, even if only physically, was to suffice.

Little did you know, he felt ten times stronger than what you felt. Joel Miller would worship the ground you walked on, if you allowed him to do so.

He was at your doorstep in no time, pushing you against the wall and kissing you with such neediness as if you’d disappear right beneath his fingertips. You were wearing one of his oversized t-shirts and a pair of panties to which Joel discarded immediately. His thick fingers rubbed against your slick heat, hips bucking to meet the languid pace he set.

Joel shouldn’t be here.

You promised yourself the last time would be the fucking last.

And yet, you found yourself willingly shoved up against the wall of your living room by none other than the man you swore you’d stay away from as he leaves hot, fervent kisses along the slope of your neck.

“Joel, we—fuck, we shouldn’t be doing this. We have to stop.”

“Yeah? Not what you were sayin’ when you were practically beggin’ me to fuck you again over the phone.” He grits. He sinks his fingers into your aching cunt, prying a strangled moan from your throat.

He’s frustrated with himself.

Frustrated that he so easily succumbed to you, allowing himself to wrap himself in the greedy need and carnal desire he had for you. Frustrated that you were twenty years younger than him, and frustrated that you should’ve been off limits.

You were supposed to be off limits, god damnit, but Joel Miller was a greedy fucking man. He just had to have you in a way that nobody else could.

He really didn’t blame your father if he strangled the man with his own bare hands if he ever found out what you two did behind his back, in secret, and for months at that.

Joel knew better.

He fucking knew better and still decided to get a taste, get a feel, fuck you like no other man had. Something his greed deliciously sunk its teeth into, allowing himself to indulge in the forbidden realm you offered to give him.

You knew better, too. But you did get one thing you wanted, after all.

You’d be a fucking liar if you didn’t admit that Joel Miller had officially ruined every other man for you.

The dangers of the game had sunk its teeth so deep into both of you. It was like the world’s most impossible chess match, and one of you was finally waiting for the other to say “checkmate.”

The thing is, Joel lost a long while ago.

He fucking lost the game.

He couldn’t stay away from you no matter how hard he tried, and when you called him begging him to fuck you tonight, his need for you practically drowned him in his weakness.

Joel Miller was not a weak man. You had him under a fucking spell that he couldn’t seem to reverse.

It’s like you were his fucking kryptonite.

He was the one that royally fucked in the end.

Joel wished he didn’t have these feelings that clawed at his fucking rib cage every time he glanced at you, some sort of animalistic creature trying to escape when you were under him, legs spread wide, your warmth wrapped around his cock as he buried himself in you.

Every single time he had you like that, had his lips on you, had you moaning his name like a prayer on Sunday mornings, saw your sweet smile, smelled your perfume that he loved so much, heard your contagious laugh, he knew he lost.

Checkmate.

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endless-weightless · 8 months

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Nameless Ghoul NSFW headcanons

Got Ghost tickets and now I’m gonna be autistic about this band. Also kinda on the shorter side because I’m SO BUSY rn but the autism will pull me through 💪

CHARACTERS: Swiss, Rain, Sodo, Aether, Mountain, Phantom, Omega, Ifrit

TAGS: Smut, reader insert, BDSM, monsterfucking?, afab and amab!reader, lingerie, marking, switch!reader I guess?, switch!Swiss, soft dom!Mountain, mean dom!Omega

🌙Swiss

Kinky. We know this. He’s willing to try just about anything you’re comfortable with.

His personal favourite kinky things include bondage, spanking, gags, some dynamic play, marking and a sprinkle of dacryphilia.

He’s such a power switch and I will not listen to anyone who disagrees. Sometimes he wants to dick you down and sometimes he wants to be dicked down. Is that too much to ask for?

REALLY FUCKING LOUD. If you’re making him feel good he’s letting everyone know.

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck~ baby if you don’t slow down I’ll cum- fuck!”

Has absolutely no shame walking around covered in hickeys, bite marks and scratches.

Swiss gets unbelievably horny when you touch his horns, like something in him snaps when you touch them.

Prefers cumming on you rather than inside you, like you’re a canvas and he’s the painter.

Don’t bully him he’ll cum :(

Nah but seriously, if you call him a slut at least once and pull his hair he’ll absolutely melt.

🌙Rain

Pretty vanilla compared to Swiss, but has his kinky moments.

Prefers sex to be romantic, so expect lots of kisses and hand holding.

Speaking of hand holding, he squeezes your hand when he cums. He just loves you so much and you’re making him feel so good.

Has cried on one or more occasions. It could be because he’s so in love or maybe because he just has a really sensitive cock-

Absolutely adores fucking in the shower or even outside in the rain. He loves it when you two are both in tune with his element and it just makes him feel safe being in water.

Doesn’t let out pornographic moans but rather soft gasps and grunts and if you’re really fucking him good then he’ll start whimpering the closer he gets to cumming.

Speaking of cum, he loves cumming in you and just having you cockwarm him (or the other way around). He also moans an “I love you” when he does so.

“I love you so much darling- oh satan.”

Always looks so goddamn pretty when he’s all fucked out and exhausted.

🌙Mountain

My fav ghoul 💜

Gives me soft dom vibes, but not crazy on kink or bdsm.

He’s fucking huge and uses it to his advantage.

Likes watching you squirm when taking him. The bastard will just watch you struggle as you try to fit all of his length in you while he just sits there doing fuck all.

Loves watching you ride him. If you have tits he’s automatically hypnotised by then jiggling as you bounce on his cock.

If you get too tired or overstimulated to keep riding him he’ll instantly flip you over so he’s on top of you and he’ll just pound into you at whatever pace you need.

Mostly grunts when you two are fucking, but he isn’t shy about moaning in your ear when he cums.

So much praise. Like a fuck ton of it.

“Look at you, taking me so well. You’re doing such a good job.

If you’re ever stressed he’ll instantly suggest a solution that involves his face buried between your thighs for the next hour or so.

Endless cuddles when you two are finished. He’ll have you wrapped in his arms until you’ve fallen asleep.

🌙Omega

Good LORD those fingers.

Mean dom. So mean :( (but very rewarding when he thinks you’ve been on your best behaviour)

I reckon he’s pretty well versed in the bdsm and kink world. Maybe even to the point where bdsm is part of his actual lifestyle outside of sex.

Fucks you absolutely silly and then mocks you when you’re too overstimulated to say a full coherent sentence.

If he’s feeling too lazy to actually fuck you or he’s busy he’ll beckon you over to him and have you sit on his lap while he fingers you into oblivion or jacks you off until you’re shooting blanks.

Goes feral when you moan his name, or just say anything along the lines of you belonging to him.

Cums where he wants, as long as you’re comfortable with it.

Not incredibly loud unless you’re sucking him off, then he’s getting a little slutty because he knows how turned on it gets you.

“Oh yeah~ use your tongue just like that darling. Fuck .”

He LOVES bending you over and pounding into you until you’re crying. He’ll even give your ass the occasional slap and moan an “atta girl/boy”.

🌙Sodo

Every time you moan his full name “Sodomiser” he instantly starts panting like a fucking dog.

Gets progressively hornier the more you feed his ego.

Likes nipping at your neck and wrapping his tail around your thigh when you’re fucking.

He tries stay quiet but ultimately ends up a whimpering mess when he cums. He doesn’t even have to be subbing, he just kinda whimpers regardless 🤷‍♀️

I feel like if you were about to suck him off he’d lightly slap you in the face with his dick because he thinks it’s hot 😭

Let you use a vibrator on him one time and he came so hard he was scared to let you use it on him again. He uses it on himself occasionally though.

“Nonono wait don’t turn it up I’ll- ngh~”

Like Swiss he loves cumming on you, bonus points if it’s your chest, ass or face.

One time you pulled his tail during sex and he let out such a load and sinful moan you had to pause before going back to fucking and then teasing him because of it.

🌙Aether

He’s hot and he knows it, the cheeky bastard.

Likes it when you caress his muscles. Fair enough though, if I was that buff I’d want everyone to touch my big strong biceps-

He loves just randomly picking you up and manhandling you.

If you’re a pillow princess or prince you’re in luck because he’ll do all of the work as long as he gets to hear you whimper his name and look at your pretty face.

His favourite thing to do is to buy you lingerie and the rip it off hours later. Sometimes if he’s feeling a bit silly n goofy he’ll buy it one or two sizes too small so he gets to see your tits and/or ass spill out.

Prefers cumming in you but doesn’t mind, as long as you’re satisfied.

Can and will fuck you standing up and it’s very scary because WHO THE FUCK HAS SEX STANDING-

He’s mostly quiet, but still very verbal if that makes sense. He moans a lil and also lets out these like sighs? Idk how to explain it but just know he’s enjoying himself 😭.

“Mm you look so- fuck, good like this.”

🌙Phantom

He’s like a very excited puppy when it comes to sex. Probably would be into puppy play too tbh.

Very easy to overstimulate. Just go for a second or third round with some edging thrown in and he’s putty in your hands.

He whines, moans, whimpers, cries, you name it.

“Please, I’ll be good, I just need to cum, please.”

Doesn’t understand his size or strength sometimes. You couldn’t convince him he had a massive dick until one time when you were riding him you put his hand to your stomach where he could literally feel himself moving inside you.

Doesn’t mind whatsoever where he has to cum, just as long as he actually gets to.

He has the most sensitive tail and horns ever it’s not even funny. He could probably cum untouched if you played with them enough.

Bites a fucking lot, like damn boy calm down.

Needs praise or he might go a little coocoo.

🌙Ifrit

This man is a SWITCH WITH A BREEDING KINK.

So obviously he loves cumming in you.

Gets so unbelievably worked up when he smells you.

Likes fucking you while your in his lap, like something similar to the lotus. He needs to be close to you.

(Afab hc) for some reason he can tell when you’re ovulating and it just sends him spiralling. He’s practically on his knees rutting into the floor and begging you to let him fuck you.

This when he gets the most vocal.

“Please let me fuck a baby into you. Mm~ I’ll do anything”

Bites hard. Like it’s a problem.

(Half afab) Insists on carrying you everywhere once you two are finished. His reasoning is because he might’ve hurt your silly little human body with his massive ghoul dick (his words not mine) and because you might be pregnant!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

That's all, thanks for reading my lovelies!

#x reader #the band ghost #sodomizer #mountain ghoul #aether ghoul #omega ghoul #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #phantom ghoul #sodo x reader #mountain x reader #aether x reader #omega x reader #rain x reader #swiss x reader #phantom x reader #ifrit ghoul #ifrit x reader

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viviennevermillion · 1 year

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Teasing them

notes: guess who's back to writing about twisted wonderland? i always run back to this fandom eventually snfhsjfjd also y'all can bet I'm replacing leona's header with the new card as soon as we have it because god I've been thinking about this man since I saw it and he's taken over all of my braincells. sorry leona's is shorter, i wrote riddle first and then ran out of brain juice

contains: character x gn!reader, established relationship, reader is a menace

characters included: riddle rosehearts, leona kingscholar

warnings: none

dark content creators and consumers dni

Riddle hates being teased. Or rather, he hates the fact that he's absolutely kinda into it if you have a mischievous side. In his heart he still feels the pressure to follow every rule to utmost perfection but you're like a siren with horrible ideas slowly luring him into chaos.

You'll walk up to him sitting at the table in the Heartslabyul kitchen, wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind and resting your head on his. "What are you doing there, Riddle~", you start and he lets out a sigh, already anticipating nothing productive from you right now. "I'm writing down every odd number up to 487 because it's a Tuesday and the rules of the Queen of Hearts say that at 6pm the dorm leader- y/n what are you doing?", he pouts and blushes when you sit down on his lap, hugging him close.

"Affection", you explain and press a kiss to his cheek. "I can see that, but I have to write down the numbers", he sighs again but gives in when you press your lips to his, kissing him gently but passionately. He eventually pushes you away gently. "I really need to finish this, y/n", he says and you get up, walking towards the doorframe.

"Aw, what a shame", you sigh dramatically, "and here I thought we could cuddle and I could spoil you a bit with some kisses....oh well, another time then."

With that you exit the kitchen and lay down on the bed in Riddle's room, picking up a book in the meantime. You glance at the clock. I'll give him 20 minutes at maximum, you think to yourself and chuckle.

And within those 20 minutes he's back in the room, making his way towards you. "Not. a. word", he just gives you an empty warning and lays down next to you, snuggling up to you and resting his head on your shoulder. You don't look up from your book but wrap an arm around him and start playing with his hair. He rolls his eyes at the shit-eating grin on your face.

"Did you finish writing your numbers, love? ~ ☆"

"Yes", he mumbles quietly and buries his face in your neck. You let out a laugh. "You've always been a horrible liar."

You put your book aside and lift his chin up to press a kiss to his lips. And then another. And Riddle melts into your embrace in frustration, indulging your whims and kissing you back lovingly. "You're gonna be the death of me", he whispers quietly, still blushing. His lips brush against yours while he speaks because of how close he is. "I love you too", you wink at him and kiss him again.

When you go to the kitchen later to pick up some food, Cater sits there with Riddles sheet of paper and the numbers. "Hey! I don't know about you, but the last time I checked 487 was not the number that came after 93!", he comments with his usual laid-back demeanor. Riddle pulls the paper out of Cater's hands and blushes furiously. He turns around only to be met with a smirk from you as you raise an eyebrow. "You only made it to 93?" "Shut up."

On Thursdays according to the rules of the Queen of Hearts, the Heartslabyul students aren't allowed to eat dark foods. What a perfect day for you to make a chocolate cake for Riddle. Trey and Cater absolutely have a blast with the fact that you can play your boyfriend like a fiddle and Trey gladly helps you with the cake. He's pretty happy that you've been the reason Riddle has becoming more and more lax with the rules.

"Y/n, have you forgotten again? We don't eat dark foods on Thursdays", Riddle looks at you with a disappointed expression. "Aw but I made this specifically for you and it turned out great honestly", you look to the floor with an obviously false sad expression, "guess I'll have to eat all of it alone."

And then you sit down directly across him and eat that chocolate cake. "Okay fine, give me a slice", Riddle sighs and you can tell he really loves that cake once he started eating it, which brings out a smile from you.

"You're the personified antithesis to everything Heartslabyul stands for", Riddle crosses his arms on the table and buries his head in them. "Personally I think I'm an enrichment for this dorm." "You've brought dishonor to our hedgehogs."

Leona is a tease himself but he absolutely wasn't expecting for you to turn the tables on him on a regular basis.

"Y/n, stop that", he growled at you. "I don't know what you mean~", you smiled at him brightly and poked his ear again with the blade of grass, causing it to flick uncontrollably. You thought it looked adorable.

Leona had decided to take another nap in the Botanical Garden and you felt like keeping him some company. Somehow, "company" had escalated into annoying your boyfriend for your own personal amusement. He had already slept for 11 hours before this, he could stay awake now.

Leona turned around and grabbed your wrist, pulling the grass out of your hand and throwing it as far as he could from that position.

Then he rested his head on your lap, ready to resume his attempts at sleeping. "Oh, would you rather I do this instead?", you smirk and start gently rubbing his ear. You knew how much he loved this. But Leona didn't want to admit that. "I'd rather you just let me sleep, herbivore", he just growled and closed his eyes again.

"Okay", you responded and shrugged, stopping your motions and instead deciding to look through Magicam for a bit. As you had expected, Leona was starting to grow quite agitated. He had his eyes open again, staring at nothing in particular and his tail was flicking back and forth.

"Is something the matter, Leona?", you ask sweetly but he sees right through you. Now one of his ears flicks even without you making it do that. A desperate but subtle sign that Leona wanted you to continue your affections. He simply let out a "tsk" sound in response and glared at a nearby tree in frustration. Why can't this man ever say what he wants?, you sighed and crossed your arms in front of your chest. "You know, you can't expect me to indulge you if you never tell me what you want", you said with a genuine tone. Leona sighed. He knew you were right. "Can you resume with the ear thing?", he mumbled and grabbed your hand to hold in his. After a bit of hesitation he added an even quieter "please", which made your hand wander back to his ear and gently caress the soft fur.

You could feel Leona relaxing and his breathing became very calm. He closed his eyes again and his tail curled around your leg as he left featherlight kisses on the wrist of your other hand. You looked down at him with a smile.

It was still pretty early in your relationship and you knew Leona had trouble opening up to you about his feelings and wanting your affection. He felt a little like that would make him look even more pathetic if you one day just chose to leave him for someone better. He became so used to only being second-best, that his sense of pride; originally used to protect him; has gotten in the way of him making the most of your time together. But as time went on, he'd become more comfortable addressing his wishes and feelings with you and for now you were ready to give him the patience he needed.

#twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #riddle x reader #leona x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #riddle rosehearts headcanons #leona kingscholar #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar headcanons

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roo-bastmoon · 7 months

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So privacy has been violated OR...

... a smear campaign has begun.

Let's just get this new dating scandal out of the way so we can get back to buying and streaming...

Listen, I don't share unofficial content, but by now everyone in this tag knows there's a video going around that's supposed to be of JK in his apartment with Bam, walking around back-hugging and perhaps kissing a girl. Folks say there's the same couch, same wall panel, and a mood lamp.

I'm side-eyeing this because it's super grainy footage, the windows are different, the wall panel seems to be in different places in the two videos, the guy is shorter than the girl, and he's wearing a mask indoors. Plus, the account that dropped the videos supposedly posted then promptly closed up shop, which seems like they had the intention for deliberate sabotage instead of clout chasing as a sasaeng.

But people say the apartment set up seems really similar and the man has a similar hairstyle to what JK had in the beginning of 2023. So I guess it's Schrodinger's cat at this point.

(Isn't it curious that apartment-related scandals seem to happen on the day new content drops? Hmm... I digress.)

Look... If Jungkook (or Jimin) ends up dating someone else, I'm still going to support them as individuals. I'll be sad of course, because Jikook had AMAZING chemistry and I was really rooting for them to be together forever and all... but, I want them to be happy and fulfilled more than I want them to fit into any fantasy or ideas of my own.

That being said: at this very moment, half of Jimin's insta feed is about Jungkook. Most of Jungkook's lives for 2023 have JK mentioning Jimin, or even being totally focused on Jimin. There's years of super duper sus history between them. Right up to and including yesterday, where Jimin very heavily implied they are sharing Chuseok together.

It feels really weird to me that Jimin would want to tie JK's hair back neatly, call JK baby, beg JK to stay longer at his rehearsal, and joke that he can handle seeing JK naked -- but JK can't come over to shower and visit b/c Jimin says he just isn't that easy... if JK were in a relationship with someone else.

It also feels really weird to me that JK would light up like a super nova any time Jimin commented on his lives, would beg Jimin to hang out, would sing all of Jimin's songs and memorize Jimin's interview content, would travel with Jimin for his debut, then roll around naked in bed grinning and blushing while flirting with Jimin on live... if JK were in a relationship with someone else.

That would make Jungkook kind of a shitty boyfriend and Jimin kind of a shitty friend.

I know Jungkook is cultivating this cool guy/ladies man image right now and that is kinda baffling. I know friends can play-flirt, too... but to do all that on lives, after all their history together, knowing what half of Korea and ARMY thinks? Hm.

That's not "fanservice;" that's really toeing the line of queerbaiting. And it's really hard for me to imagine Jimin or Jungkook doing something like that. Jimin said he hates fake bromance stuff. (I guess anything is possible. It's a new chapter, after all. Maybe it's par for the course in idol-world.)

Hey, maybe Jikook had an amicable break up but are still really close and are fine teasing each other? Maybe they always liked to flirt but never were together? Maybe I've been reading it all wrong this whole time? Or maybe this is a bullshit video?

Whatever the reality is, I'm prepared to acknowledge it. At any time.

I'm not in a cult. I don't have to convince myself of anything. Jikook's behavior had made me think Jikook were in a relationship. If JK is dating someone else now? Okay then. I will just stop posting Jikook content and continue to help OT7 and celebrate my bias with all my heart.

No need for elaborate conspiracy theories or coping histrionics. If JK is in his Loving Women Era, good for him. Go with god, my brother. (Personally, I'd never recover from losing my chance to be with Thee Park Jimin, but that's me!)

But something about this just doesn't quite feel right. I wonder if he'll address it at all, like he did when folks filmed him in his gym or sent food to his home? Because if this is somehow real, it's a HORRIBLE invasion of privacy; home is supposed to be a safe place, and stalkers are scary.

And if it's not real, then someone is going to an AWFUL lot of trouble to overshadow Jungkook's release and upcoming album and that is unhinged. The kind of trouble that reminds me of apartment break-ins and tampered mail.

In any case, like I said: I'm ready to accept whatever the reality is, once the reality becomes clear.

I really love Jungkook. I really love Jimin. I really love BTS. They were there for me at the darkest, lowest point in my life. So whether I was right or wrong about Jikook, it doesn't really matter. In the end, I support them as far as I can.

But also, I sorta think this video may just be bullshit. So let's let them have their privacy, and focus instead on voting for Jimin and buying and streaming for JK instead, hmm? Eventually the truth will come to light.

No matter what happens, let's behave in a way that would make Jimin and Jungkook proud.

Love, Roo

#jikook #koomin

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kenjakusbraincum · 6 months

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i love the way you write sukuna <\\3 your work has me daydreaming about winning his heart by being his fav little plaything who knows how to help him relax ^^ massaging oil into his hair, rubbing his shoulders just the right way to get those aches and pains he’s had for decades out, holding his pipe up to his lips for him so he can smoke hands-free in the bath UGH I LOVE HIM

Thank you SM 💖💖 This is literally what I think about all day 😭

I LOVE the idea of holding his pipe, like he has 4 arms. He really has enough arms to spare but no, this is his time for relaxation and you won't let him move a muscle. And all of that - holding his pipe, washing his hair, it used to be the job of his other servants, but your hands just feel lighter, softer, better, and suddenly it's your responsibility. And if it means getting to see him completely calm and destressed, knowing you've helped him reach this state... you'd do it as many times as he asks. And he asks for it a lot. Why? If you'd ask him, it's because he's Sukuna, and it's in his nature to ask and take. But really he just likes particularly you.

Also I have a big headcanon regarding massages - Sukuna is a big ass mf. Even if you're tall he's tall af. And if you're shorter... well it goes without saying. He's starting to develop a serious problem with having to bend down to kiss you. You love this, apart from being drowned in his affection, the very act of a beast like him bending down to softly kiss someone smaller makes you feel special. Until you start to see him rubbing his neck or making a grimace afterwards. The first time you ask, of course he denies because he's big old Sukuna and he has no weaknesses (besides, you worrying about him kinda throws off the master - pet balance). But then you catch him once more, you bring it up again and he says he just slept bad. You move behind him and feel up his tense muscles, then start working your hands into them. He doesn't complain, so you keep going. You put a lot of effort into the strokes, wondering if Sukuna even feels your measly fingers. He hangs his head lower, so you guess you're doing at least somewhat of a good job. You trace his tattoos with your fingers, up and down in a soothing motion. After a while you move to his shoulders and upper back.

And Sukuna won't say anything, but he'll hum in approval or let out a quiet, pained grunt when you'd hit a particularly rough spot. You, of course, take advantage of a moment like this, and plant a kiss or two onto his shoulders or back. When you're all out of strength, you wrap your arms around him from behind and ask if he feels better. He won't say yes, but he'll call you a good pet and reward you accordingly for your efforts. But on the inside, his heart feels like he's melting. Maybe you didn't heal his neck, but you've surely warmed a piece of his soul.

#healing is not a thing in this scenario #lord i want to worship this man in every single way possible #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna fluff #jjk #jjk fluff #jjk x reader

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dwindlinghaze · 10 months

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Hiii ur writing is sooo good

I was wondering if u could do a Remus x reader who is James sister and she falls for the first time she sees him and just like a fluff kinda thing idk but I was thinking and it sounds cute 🤷🏽

no worries if u don’t wanna write this but if u do thanks you write him so well 💗

hi!! tysm for requesting! i hope you like this! sending lots of love 🤍🌸🫧🪽

the light is coming

(remus lupin x potter!reader)

contents : fluff, pining

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"james! where are we going?" you squeezed his arms, leaving white prints on his skin.

"ow- we're going to meet my friends," james answered, pushing through the crowds in diagon alley.

"i've meet them before," you replied with a huff. you wanted to see them actually, since your pretty crush is a part of his friend group, but you weren't going to show it. playing it cool.

"but you've never met them," he emphasised.

it's true. just sharing smiles and waves when you passes them in the hallway. you were younger than them so your schedules were different.

"so... here's my sister!" james happily introduced you to his friends once you entered a coffee shop where his friends were.

"this is sirius," he pointed to the infamous hogwart's handsome boy with eyes so grey and cool. he wore a black leather jacket with shiny chains decorated within them.

you sent sirius an awkward smile. the thing is, you were scared of meeting them in person, face-to-face. not because they intimidated you, but because you were never really comfortable with the presence of men around you. you knew deep down that james' friends are friendly and fun but that fear doesn't go isolated.

"this is remus," james tilted his head to the boy standing closest to him. he wears a green coloured sweater, even though it's the summer. you noticed this of course, he never took his jumpers off. his hair was the perfect shade of golden blonde, eyes as green as a comet in the sky. he wore a macrame bracelet that his mom probably made for him.

he has a different aura. you actually might be comfortable with him overtime. his gaze so friendly and warm, despite his scruffy exterior. you thought you might actually blush when he sent you the prettiest smile known to men.

"and here's peter," james patted peter's shoulder. he was shorter than all of them. he seemed kind and polite. wearing an outdated cardigan with the edges a bit worn out.

"lovely to see you guys," you chuckled, sending a happy smile. and in return, you got warm greetings back.

"let's go to the quidditch store!" james announced, dragging you and sirius by the arms.

your brother and sirius were in a deep conversation about quidditch that you ncould never understand so you wiggle yourself out of his grasp. preferring to walk behind them along with remus and peter who were having a peaceful time admiring the wizardry architectures.

your pace slowed down, meeting with the two. a part of you also just wanted to be closer to remus. he welcomed you by smiling at you with the kindest eyes. leaving your heart hammering. maybe it was a bad idea to leave james 'cause now you're in this messy situation.

"hey," remus started softly, not wanting to scare you off. "how you're enjoying your summer?"

"hmm good, how about you?" you replied, finding it hard to create a complete sentence.

"it was fine, missing school though. wait- i meant friends- james sirius peter not like i'm a school-lover or anything," remus let out a nervous laugh, tips of his ears turning a shade of red.

"yeah i totally understand that. i miss my friends too," you smiled at him warmly. "did you do anything exciting?" you asked.

"no, not really. you?" he looked so focused at you to the point that you think you might disappear.

"uh i just.. went to the beach s'all, nothing really exciting. i guess when we grow older, the things we find exciting isn't much fun anymore," you shrugged, still keeping your eyes away from him.

a few seconds later, he pulled your shoulder to himself, making you gasp reluctantly. he did that so you wouldn't hit the person who was carrying a trolley. how convenient.

that simple gesture made your heart beaten twice as fast. your long time crush was holding you?

"oh i'm so so sorry," remus pulled his hand away, sending apologetic eyes. "i- i didn't want you to hit him so i pulled you, i'm so sorry!"

"that's okay remus, i appreciate what you did," you smiled softly. "can i call you that?" you asked.

"you can call me anything," he smiled.

you two bonded together overtime. he is becoming your best friend in the whole entire world.

he asks about your day. he opens doors for you. he asks what is your favourite breakfast menu were so he can save it for you. he pulls out chairs for you to sit.

"i've been seeing funky things about you and moony," james said one day.

"what funky things?"

"as if you two were in love...?" james quirked his eyebrows up.

"we're not," you huffed, feeling your ears turning warm.

james looked at you suspiciously, "y'know you can tell anything to me. i won't let remus knows that you're in love with him, promise."

"i'm not!," you defended. though you think you were.

"you are! i can see it. y'know i'm really glad it's remus who you've fallen for because he's a good guy. the only one i'd let you be in a relationship with."

"james stop that. i'm not in love with him, he wouldn't love me anyway."

"oh you're so wrong about that!" james said before he left you to his quidditch practice.

remus did everything right. starting from little things to big gestures like this one.

you were sitting on the grass besides the black lake with a carpet under you. seeing the waters shining and glimmering.

it has been a routine for the both of you to sit here every friday, talking about literally anything and everything.

surrounding you were pretty wild flowers, matching your florally dress that you wore today.

it would be a lie to say that remus wasn't in awe of your appearance. your hair were shining under the warm light of the sunset. everything was perfect today.

"is this okay?" he asked, wrapping both of his arms around you from the back as you stared into the big wide lake. he just wanted to be close to you. to feel you. hug you.

your stomach was flipping, feeling his gentle touch. "yeah, you're so warm," you cuddled into him as he nuzzled his face to your neck.

he swore he's going to ask you to be his girlfriend soon. it's inevitable. he feels it.

#x reader #character x you #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin blurb #remus lupin x reader fluff

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cider-est · 2 months

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The full lineup is almost done!! (just needs some touch ups and a Chunsik design👍) FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APRECIATED!!

Design process under here (whole lot of yapping)

General thoughts: Ive given them in my previous design sheet (you can find it in my blog)(tldr: designs match characters but still childish, 8-12 years old). Only thing different here, is that these eggs were eggs who I had less of a clear idea of what I wanted to do with them (though I still really liked where I ended up!!)

Empanada: Didnt want to go for the full sweet lolita route, mostly because I thought it'd take away the "little kidness" of it all, but something that still resembles the aesthetic. She's wearing "carneirinhos" (idk the name in english) which is very cute little girl to me, and shes also a demon! Her tail resembles a frying pan!! Though I might change her fringe (it was supposed to be baby hairs but now that I think about it, her type of hair probably wouldnt have them) and put some argyle pattern in her sweater vest. I just forgor💀 to do that...I also wish I had made her shorter, but unfortunetely I drew this before the eggs did the height check (YES ITS BEEN THAT LONG).

Sunny: My beautiful baby girl. She means the world to me. I love this minecraft egg with all my heart. Shes wearing Light up sketchers and some fairy wings like Pomme, and shes actually wearing a swimsuit, she just put a tutu over it. The diamonds they're always holding are rings, they have a "terere" in their hair (idk name in english😭😭) and the beads were inspired by an artist on twt (@\BLUETOMATOSODA). Also if you are wondering why her hair looks like tentacles, its because I had originally made it puffy, but changed my mind after doing the lineart, so i had to get creative with me covering it up. Just pretend she has a fan, shes a star after all!

Pepito: Basically, he is very smoll. Chiquito even. He has strawberry hair and MASSIVE glasses that take up his entire face. Hes wearing a swimsuit aswell (dont ask how it works idk either), and has floaties since he cant swim. Hes got crocs, since flip flops hurt his toes, with a spider man charm on them! Also hes got a sunhat, mostly cause I wanted some other accessorie but didnt want to go with gas mask since it'd kinda kill the whole swimming vibe (since his model is wearing a swimsuit). sorry if its not too accurate to his character. Side note: Him, Em and Sunny all have freckles! Him and Sunny all over their bodies while Em just has on her cheeks.

Leo: Cute sporty vibe, love her shorty spiky hair. Wanted to try to make her face spiky aswell, for the whole shark dad thing. Shes got a necklace with a shark tooth (I guess she got it from Foolish??). He changes tshirts randomly, and opens and closes his attack on titan hoodie depending on the tshirt's expression (basically my version of Leo changing her player heads constantly). His trainers have dragon wings and also: whealies!!

Dapper: Im gonna be honest: did not expect to like his design THIS much. The colouring really elevated, with the long blue hair (the same colour as the ghosties!). Wanted to make them, y'know, dapper, so I had to sacrifice some of the "little kid vibes" unfortunetely, but I think it fits her still. The hat has part of the helmet that they used to wear a lot, demon horn to match Pomme, and a suit that is VERY inspired by Death the Kid from Soul Eater (very fitting for a reaper in training imo). Might be my favourite design!

Ramon: Jesus fuck you'd think designing your fav egg would be easy BUT NO. I struggled long and hard. Again, he doesnt have that much "little kid" vibe whatever man😭😭 Im just happy that I even managed to make SOMETHING. Hes got Create googles, his meathead is a massive hat that completely hides his hair. Very simple, very Ramon, though I will probably end up making a version with an ugly sweater just like he likes instead😔. I still like it but. man...

ANYWAYS IF YOU READ ALL THAT MWAH, YOURE A REAL ONE, THANKS FOR ENTERTAINING MY THOUGHTS🫶🫶🫶

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shrimperini · 2 days

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what are some things that inspired your wheatley design 😲😲 i think he looks absolutely lovely in your artstyle and i would love to know if you had any inspirations for his design (i also may or may not have a crush on him)

thank you!! idk if you mean his human or android design but i’ll explain both :D starting off with his android design, he is the very first one i did for any of the portal charas so every other core design is based off his technically lol (except glados whose design varies quite a bit but yknow, she’s the queen and all). i was inspired by other ppl’s android designs for sure, i knew i wanted to include round glasses (robots wearing glasses is peak character design imo very funny), messy hair, his core on his chest because i love it as a design choice even if it’s the most common one i’ve seen. and his handles are an important part of him so i had to add them somewhere, i had seen some artists out them on his shoulders and i was like YES thats cool. So i did that. and the second handle hanging around his hips/legs because i felt like the lower body of my design was lacking with silhouette elements. as i was playing the game for the first time he immediately striked me as a butler-y type of character?? so his android design has a “classier” look (he started wearing a bowtie after he was assigned the job in the extended relaxation center to. Appear friendlier i guess lmao). Despite loving all the tall android wheat designs i’d see online, I always pictured him as quite short, and since he does call himself ‘tiny little wheatley’ i thought it couldve fit to give him a shorter model than the majority of the other cores.

As for his human design, it evolved quite a bit overtime. i was totally, 100% influenced by all the blonde wheatleys with blue eyes i’ve seen in fanart 😭 i did kinda picture him as a ginger at first, but blonde wheatley absolutely took over LMAO. my first human design of him didn’t satisfy me in the slightest tho so i decided to change it by making him chubby and have more facial hair/body hair in general and i immediately went oh yes, now THIS is a wheatley im happy with lol. i had seen a lot of different interpretations of his human look and i personally love the most when people draw him short and fat so i was like. i NEED to upgrade him. other than that his human design is much simpler than his android one bc i do think he’d look like just Some Guy. Some stressed anxious guy who’s constantly on edge in his work place and has little to no time nor energy to dress up much. Very average office guy. He kinda balances out his android self who is fancier.

so in short, my inspo was other amazing portal fanartists 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 i love yall

#sorry for the yapping. i love talking about him lol

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Hi can i ask a scenario wherein how would the sakamaki brothers react to a guy asking yui for a date and she says yes *bcs a sakamaki × yui were having an arguement*.

Oh look, there’s one of my vitals organs on the floor… I guess I laughed too much???

Yui! Reader dead.

The person she dared to even accept is dead.

It’s not meant to be funny but I can’t help it !!! You know what they are and what they can do. 🙃🙃

Okay but maybe I’m being to quick to assume, it could be plausible it’s anything but death… for some! Let’s see how this plays out cuz idon even know yet

Reminder: The boys (+ Mukami bros) are cute ngl and have moments of genuine affection and adoration toward reader (not really Yui! Reader — same difference tho) but they are very deadly, and that’s what I based this post off. Actually, it’s what I base all my dialovers posts off.

Pairing: Yui! Reader x a Sakamaki Brother

Type: Scenario

Word count: 3.2K

Warning: Death, Jealousy, Possessive, Insecurities, Yandere-ish??, Yui! Reader being self sabotage maybe, torture, not spell checked

Side bar: If you can’t tell, I love dark humor. You’ve been warned. Also this is definitely a x reader blog only, so I made the post to represent that. I didn’t want to not do the post cause the ask was really good! Some are longer than others, I got way ahead of myself. Subaru is kinda shorter cuz it’s hard to write him :/

Like always, characters are aged up appropriately!

Yui! Reader dating anyone but a Sakamki brother

Shu Sakamaki

You were a nuisance. A tiny, insignificant spec inside his world all because of that man couldn’t stop scheming. The existence of you has caused so much trouble—so many anomalies—he lost count after a while.

A human girl who couldn’t leave well enough alone. One that couldn’t obey, know right from wrong despite knowing all the facts and yet still being clueless. You made his life very difficult. He proved it to you time and time again.

Yet here he was, very out of character as he stood over your broken body. The feeling from earlier upon hearing the rumor of you leaving for someone else only now left his body. He felt like he wasn’t in control of his body during what he was doing to you.

He felt every emotion under the sun screaming at him loudly, blocking the noise of his music through his headphone. It was infuriating; he just wanted to relax. Do nothing and relax… Not break your fucking legs.

But what’s done is done.

He no longer felt this unwelcome discomfort in his chest when he saw you standing near another. It wasn’t him then. He was someone else, someone mad, someone crazy infatuated.

Shu has never been one to like someone.

So where did he fuck up?

Why did he fuck up?

He was always calm, calculated. The man he was today was driven by pure rage. Your screams in agony were music to his ears, better than any of the songs he enjoyed. Your pain, your scrunched up face and screaming, it was because of him. All because of his touch.

That thought alone satisfied him as he came down from his high, expression back to its blank slate, unreadable. He scuffs as your sound turns to whimpers and at your weak attempts to crawl away. It was almost cute… almost.

Bending down, he grips one of you legs causing a whale to leave you. Your hand instantly goes to his arm to stop him. He shakes it off him effortlessly, starring intensely at your face as he yanks you to him, you are now face to face.

With a tilt of his head, he smirks, “This is your mistake. For meddling in my life… take responsibility as I drain you of everything.” He grabs your hair, yanking back your head, “The only thought in your head should be giving yourself to me.” he finishes with the sinking of his teeth in your throat.

Reiji Sakamaki

Honestly, he thought he kneeded you into the perfect pet. At this point you should know better. His teachings should have gotten you into shape, but here you are once again being disobedient. Oh, how he detested that part of you. This hurts you more than him.. perhaps you like it?

Without missing a beat, when you arrive home he calls you to his office. This insolence has to be put to rest. You have soiled his family name, much less his pride though he would never tell.

This rumor, even though it was just that, was disgraceful. And it spread, reaching his ears. As if you would be with the trash that litter these halls. Who did they think they were compared to him. They were nothing, that’s what. You knew this. So why would you think it was okay?

Yes, it brings him great satisfaction when he saw you close in on yourself under his gaze, body trembling in fear. At least your body knows his touch, your mind still seemed to show some resistance. No worries, Reiji considers himself a excellent teacher. He was never one to give up, no matter the challenge.

“I don’t wanna hear your excuses…” he starts, getting up from his seat. On his way over to you, he grabs a cup filled with liquid and stands in front of you, pushing it towards you, “Drink this.”

Scared, you shake your head already knowing it’s something bad. You remember the last time he gave you something, the nightmares are everlasting.

Reiji inhales deeply, frowning down at you, “Drink it or I’ll shove it down your throat. I’ll be anything but gentle.” Again he pushes it to you, this time settling it in your hands after his threat weighed heavy in the air.

Cautiously you take a sip, tasting a honey dew hibiscus blend before swallowing the rest. You hand him the empty cup after, noticing no effect. It confused you, was that simply tea?

You’re question was answered shortly after when your eyes felt heavy and your body light as air. You stumbled into Reiji’s arms loosely, looking at him through blurry vision. The last thing you see is him smiling.

…

When you came to, you found you were strapped to a chair, in what looked to be the dungeon. How could you forget? You had the worst happen to you here, a shiver travels down your spine when you think about it.

“You’re up.” Reiji, a voice you’ll never forget, spoke behind you. You tried to turn to see him, but it was difficult. He chuckles are you attempt, walking around you to face you. Your eyes immediately notice a cloth bag in his gloved hands, the bottom cut open.

“What’s that for?” You squeeze out, heartbeat picking up.

“A lesson.” was all he said when he forces it over your head till it hang around your neck. He pulls away to walk around you again, making noise behind you. Then you heard a squeak. Your breath stills.

Please tell me that’s not a—

Reiji comes back into view, holding a rat in front of your face. It was mid size, black and ugly. You were going to cry, already feel the tears pool at your eyes.

“Reiji, please!” You shake your head, thrashing around in the chair.

He clicks his tongue, “Bad girls get punished.” He holds the bag in one hand and the rat in the holder. Inch by inch the rat gets closer to your face, thrashing in Reiji hand not liking the harsh treatment just like you.

A scream rips from your throat when he drops it on your head and quickly ties the bag.

You had to learn your place one way or another.

Ayato Sakamaki

Ayato had to have heard wrong because there was no fucking way that you chose someone other then him. Especially knowing that you were his and his alone. This rumor had to be just that, false information spreading around the school.

He knew he didn’t have anything to worry about, it was him for crying out loud. No one can compete… but he still needed to hear how wrong everyone was from the source.

He found you easily in the girls bathroom, locking the door to avoid any interruptions. It was a miracle he was thinking clearly, usually it was so unlike him. And that’s why it was scary.

His stare was intense and focused, it made you squirm under the heat of it. He taunts you with slow forward steps, making you take steps back until your back was flush against one of the walls. He caged you in between his arms immediately, decreasing your chances to escape. As if you had any to begin with..

“Ore-sama’s been hearing some things he shouldn’t, Chichinashi.” He begin, his left hand sliding down to grip one of your shoulder, “It’s not true right? You wouldn’t dare go against Ore-sama?”

“A-Ayato.” Your mouth felt dry all of a sudden. You knew what he was talking about. After having a disagreement once again between you both, you foolishly accepted a date with another. You thought it would come to nothing, little did you know that the person would spread the news like a wild fire.

His grip tightens, nails digging through your uniform into your skin, drawing blood from you. The smell was intoxicating as always to Ayato, but he was to busy seething inside to notice completely.

“It was a mistake! I didn’t mean it, I was upset. Forgive me.” You plea body trembling in both pain and fear.

A scowl stretches onto his face, his hand long left your shoulder the minute those words left your lips. Instead, they wrap around your throat, tightening as he processes your words. It came to the point, you were clawing at his hand, letting out choked gasps.

Ayato couldn’t think straight. All he can think about is you being with someone that’s not him. How dare you? Ayato should be your whole world, your first thought when you wake up and your last thought when you sleep. You should feel suffocated by his presence, otherwise he wasn’t doing his job.

Slowly he loosens his hold on you, leaving you chugging down air desperately. A few minutes pass before you glance at him, body going still when you see the huge sinister grin on his face.

“Ore-sama’s just gonna have to remind you who you belong to,” he suddenly grabs your hair and throws you on top of the faucets counter, “No matter how long it takes, everyone will know you belong to Ore-sama.” He finishes before sinking his sharp teeth into your neck with purpose.

Kanato Sakamaki

If it was any normal person, they would be heart broken and move on. But Kanato was anything but normal.

First he lets you get away with talking back to him in your argument yesterday, chosen to forgive you after you reluctantly make him snacks and now.. you had the audacity to cheat on him.

You filthy, untrustworthy mortal.

He was aware all woman were the same. Hell, he constantly reminded him despite the kind attention you gave him. He always assumed your kindness had ulterior motives. Why else would someone be kind to him? He knew he was a handful. He just didn’t care.

Now it was clear how you felt about him, there was no hiding it. There was no hiding from him. This time, you actions are unforgivable. You thought you can toy with his feelings… You’ll pay in the worst way.

When he invited you to his room, you didn’t think much of it. Somehow you were completely oblivious to the news spread throughout the school. In fact, the situation with the date was so far in the back of your head, you have forgotten it had happened. You were just upset in the moment. It was never more than just a sway of words.

That’s why after entering his room to see the person who asked lying lifeless in a pool of blood a few feet away from Kanato, were you shocked. Just a few hours ago, he was alive. Guilt quickly creeped up on you but it was shortly lived when Kanato called for your attention.

“So glad you’re here. Good to know you’re still a little obedient,” he smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes. He points to the dead on his floor, “Remember them?” he laughs, “Of course they do! Right teddy?” he turns to the bear in his hand.

You remain still, time ticking like a bomb about to go off. Which in all honestly it could, Kanato was unpredictable and if he found out about that and this was the outcome, imagine what he would do to you.

How do you get out of this situation?

“Look at her, teddy. She’s planning something… whatever it is won’t work. No. I don’t like it.” he shakes his head, “I’d much rather your expression be twisted in pain than whatever this is…” he walks towards you, face twisting from one emotion to another before settling into a deep frown. He stops a feet away from you, your back against the door before she even realizes it.

“I do enjoy your terrified expression too, it’s adorable.” he mumbles. It felt like time froze with how long you both been staring at each other. Kanato hold on his bear tights as he stares numbly at you. It was too much, you had to say something.

“Kanato—“ your voice trails off because in a split second, a knife was lunged into your abdomen. It hurt so much, it pulsed with heat. Your mind couldn’t wrap around what was happening. Gripping the arm it was attached to, you looked the culprit in his crazed eyes, “Kan-ato..”

He sneered twisting it harshly, “Did you think you can get away with using me?! I told you I’d break you. Down to your last breath.” he yanks it out, watching your body drop to the floor, struggling to inhale.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty enough to be added to my collection,” he bends down to stab you again in your shoulder. He smiles when you haller out in pain, “To stay with me forever… you should be grateful.” he stabs your leg.

“That’s right.. look at me like that.” he repeatedly stabs you over and over until the life drifts from your eyes to nothing, “You’ll never leave me. Will you?”

Laito Sakamaki

What was this? Is his hearing finally going, has he finally reached that age? No, that can’t be it. So whst exactly was happening?

His little bitch going on a date with some that’s not him? How outrageous. Not possible. He’s the only one who can take you out on sexy rendezvous and risky trips. You liked it better when it was him. He knew that.

So why is it that hearing the rumor stirs something unsettling in him. It tugs at his undead heart and gnaws at his brilliant brain. Before he could do anything, it seeped through the cracks, drowning him.

Every memory with his mother, with every woman he encountered, every person who he thought he loved—who he thought showed him love and every betrayal he assumed or saw came full surface.

It hurt so much. He swore to never feel like this again. And it ate at his mind. If he had a breath to give, it would be ripped right out of him. He didn’t like this. He wasn’t the one in control, he wasn’t the one getting your love. He wasn’t the one playing the game. He felt like the game played… him.

When Laito found you, he all but dragged you to the roof top. A place where terrifying, haunting memories were held. The same ones that kept you on your toes, but failed you every time.

Laito was uncharacteristically quiet, his back turned to you as he stared out into the open planes. It could have been a pleasant sight if you didn’t know what kind of monster he really was.

“Y’know, little bitch.” he starts, taking his hat off to run his free hand through his hair, “There was only one other time I truly loved someone to the point of hate. All the others… they weren’t real.”

Hearing where this conversation was heading, you reach back to grip the handle when a gasp leaves you. No longer were you standing in front of the door, instead Laito has you dangling off the rails of the school on your toes. His right hand was twisted into your uniform shirt, the only thing keeping you from falling.

Quickly, you grab his arm, tears swelling in your eyes as you see the sad expression on his face. It squeezed at you heart, but maybe that was actually the fear of falling.

“Lait-o please!” You lean forward into his touch.

He clicks his tongue, shaking his head at your attempt to sway him. He knew this scene all too well. The first was hard on him, he drowned himself in body after body. No doubt this would be the same. It didn’t bring him the same joy as his usual actions did. This time he truly felt torn.

“Little bitch,” he draws in your attention and you lock eyes, “It doesn’t bring me joy from this. I would have rather spent the rest of our lives together… exploring each other but I can’t tolerate the betrayal.”

It only dawned on you what he was talking about. From the start of this interaction you thought he was being moody but you should have known; play your cards just a little better but it was too late. With a easy unraveling, he lets you go with a gentle push and watches as you descends to the floor.

So many emotions raved through him as he did. He wanted to grab you back and tell you it was a joke. But he stays in place when he hears a loud splat and a pierced scream.

He couldn’t even bring himself to peek before he left. You brought up to many bad memories, how could he forgive you?

Subaru Sakamaki

Subaru really couldn’t stand you. From the moment you entered their home and disrupted his peace. It was always something with you. Always needing saving from someone or something, always needing to be reminded that you were beneath him and everyone in this house.

Yet you seem to not understand it or that you do but you completely throw it to the wind, whatever the reason it pissed him off. All your stupid attempts to get close to him, to try and understand him… to get him to open up.

Then, despite his constant attacks on you, he actually grew some form of attachment. The thought of you sicken him, but the thought of you gone made him mad more. You disgusting, weak human did something to him.

So when he heard the rumor of you agreeing to date someone else. It was like… something broke in him. All his thoughts consumed him, he was a monster. Less than trash. His mother didn’t want him nor his father. Why would you?

He didn’t even like himself sometimes. It’s no surprise the time you have another argument, you agree to date someone else. If he was in your position, he’d run to. Run so far, the chances of anyone catching him was slim to none. But you weren’t that good at running… actually, you couldn’t really run after he caught you.

There was a permanent snarl on his face as he stares down at you. A chained collar secured tightly around your neck, identical to the ones around your wrist. If Subaru wasn’t so aggravated, he could have enjoyed seeing you ruined.

He grips the knife in his left hand, which drips of your blood, “Shut up!” he shouts, listening to your whimpers, “You brought this on yourself. Stupid.. You just don’t learn.”

He moves to crouch in front of you, lifting your head up by the chin, “I told you you’ll die if you stay here.” His left hand raises as he speaks and makes another slash across your skin.

You groan loudly with shut eyes, shaking as he does it again… and again, and again till more and the same wounds bleed profoundly. It was agonizing, with how many hours he’s been at it. It felt like he was never going to lighten up his assaults.

But a miracle shines on you when he pulls away and drops the knife. He stands over you for minutes, chest heaving up and down. You never understood why they pretended to breathe, but you weren’t in the position to question.

There you laid out like a doll. So broken, bruised and bloody. Almost beyond repair. Subaru smiles at that acknowledgment. As much as he was tempted to tear your throat out, the smell of your blood begging him to drain you dry till you were foaming at the mouth; this would have to do.

”I told you… you’ll die.” was the last thing he said before leaving the dungeon, locking it on the way out.

Fuck he hated you.

DL Masterlist

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butterfliesandwintering · 2 months

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Blind Items - Prologue

Cillian Murphy x Y/N

Author's note: This is my first ever fanfic. I had this idea of baseing this story on blind items (that are obviously fake). I think I want to make this into a small series. In this part nothing really happens yet so I guess this is like a prologue. And this is in no way the real Cillian Murphy, it is NOT based on real things! Please give me feedback and comments!

Summary: Y/N is an artist performing at Chritopher Nolan's new movie premier party. There are many famous actors there, Y/N has only one person she wants to meet, Cillian Murphy, the lead actor of the movie.

Word count: 1408

Blind Item #1

This A- artist who performed at the exclusive movie premier party could have gone home with anyone, but apparently she chose to take home the much older, leading actor of the new movie.

Allegedly: Y/N, Cillian Murphy

Blind Item #2

This actor of our time was flirting hard with the performer of the night at the Christopher Nolan’s new movie’s exclusive party. But allegedly, he didn’t get to take the artist home though.

Allegedly: Timothee Chalamet, Y/N

Blind Item #3

This actress who’d been seen in many A list films lately was very upset since the guy who she had been allegedly been hooking up with, was flirting hard core with another woman right in front of her.

Allegedly: Florence Pugh, Timothee Chalamet, Y/N

It was the first time Y/N was performing at a private event. But this was the party of the year, so she couldn’t say no. In all honestly the biggest reason she said yes to playing the show, was because of all the people who were going to be there. Timothee Chalamet, Florence Pugh, Christopher Nolan, Emily Blunt, Cillian Murphy and so many more A list actors and celebrities.

Y/N*s second album had just come only a week ago. This would be the second concert she would play promoting the album. Even though she didn’t really think is was an opportunity to promote the album, more like an opportunity to mingle and meet new powerful people.

The party took place at an open air venue that looked kinda like a garden. The LA’s humid and warm weather made it a perfect place for the party. The whole place was decorated in fairy lights and was made to look very tasteful and pretty. There was a bigger stage outside and a smaller stage inside. There was a huge bar at the back and one inside as well.

Y/N got to the venue for the soundcheck in the early evening.

“Oh it’s so beautiful” she said to her manager as they were walking to the big stage. “And it’s gonna be full of celebrities and amazing actors and…” Diana, Y/N’ manager rambled on.“Yeah yeah I get it” Y/N said teasingly.

There were people already running around setting up the bar, the lights and some small tables around the place but there were no guests yet. It was only 6 pm and the party would start at 8 pm.

“I’m gonna do the soundcheck now and then we’ll do hair and make up right?” Y/N asked her manager. “Yeah exactly” Diana answered.

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The soundcheck was great. The band sounded great, Y/N sounded great and the place was beautiful. It was 8:30 pm now and the place was already full. Y/N is scheduled to perform at 9 pm.

Behind the stage Y/N lit up a cigarette and took a peak at the crowd. “Oh my god, Timothee Chalamet is right in front of the stage” Y/N said to her guitar player. “He is so hot!” “Is that who you’re most looking forward to meeting?” John, her guitarist asked with a grin. “Honestly, no. I am really looking forward to meeting him as well, I mean he is an amazing actor and he’s really good looking but no.” Y/N confessed. “So who are you looking most forward to meeting?” John asked. “Cillian Murphy, honestly” said. “Oh really, I mean I understand he is the lead of this new movie” John said looking a bit surprised. “Yeah, and also he is GORGEOUS.” Y/N confessed with a small laugh.

After a but it was time to take the stage. The set was about 30 minutes long, which was a but shorter that what Y/N was used to doing, but since it was a private event, it was a bit different. Y/N’s outfit, hair and make up was on point, she looked so good, she knew it and everyone in the venue knew it. Timothee was indeed in the front row with Florence Pugh and many other famous actors from the movie. Y/N took this opportunity to flirt with him a bit during her songs. The person she was on stage was a bit of an alter ego, since she could never be so up front and confident off stage.

The show felt so good. Y/N felt amazing on stage. To her surprise the whole crowd was singing along to almost every song. She didn’t expect that from this kind of an event. Sure at her own shows people always sang along, but this was Hollywood’s elite. A very different crowd. During some of her flirtiest songs, she made a lot of eye contact with Timothee since he was right in front of her and clearly he was enjoying every single bit of it. It was all for fun, and a little bit part of Y/N’s stage persona.

In the back of her head was someone else though. Cillian Murphy. She knew he was married, but she had heard a rumour that his and his wife’s relationship was over or that they were separated. If this was true, she would definitely try and make a move on him tonight. And in all honesty, even if it wasn’t true, she could still at least meet him and have a conversation.

She spotted him during the second last song of the set. He was stood near the bar, at the back of the venue. He was looking right at her, and the butterflies went crazy in her stomach. Just seeing him look at her was enough.

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The show was over. Y/N was having a cigarette behind the stage with her band celebrating how well the high profile concert just went. “Oh my God, we sounded so good!” Her drummer screamed. “Absolutely, that was amazing” Y/N agreed. “Guys that was unbelievable. When you finish here you might wanna go out there and mingle, everyone is talking about you guys, especially you Y/N.” Her manager said with a huge smile on her face.

The part was in full mode when she stepped into the crowd. Everyone had a drink in their hand and it was certain that it wasn’t anyone’s first. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood, and a bit tipsy already. Y/N walked over to the bar at the back. She did have drinks at backstage but she wanted to meet people and this was a good way of doing it.

“One gin and tonic, with Hendrick’s if you have some, please” Y/N ordered from the bartender. She felt a hand on her shoulder and was a bit startled at first. “Hi! The show was amazing! I really enjoyed it!” It was Timothee Chalamet. “Oh hi! I’m so glad you enjoyed it! I saw you were right there in the front row, I really appreciate that!” Y/N said. “Of course, honestly I’ve been a fan of your music for a while now” Timothee confessed. “I had no idea, I don’t think I’ve seen you at any of my concerts” “Yeah this was the first time, but I don’t think I could’ve gotten that kind of special treatment at any of your other shows” Timothee said with a wink. “Hahahaha, yeah that was fun”

Y/N said looking down and blushing a bit. She noticed Christopher Nolan and his wife waiving in her direction from across the room. “I’m sorry, it was amazing meeting you Timothee, can we continue this later?” Y/N asked feeling a bit embarrassed leaving the conversation so soon. “Yeah of course!” He said politely.

“Y/N what a show!” Christopher said giving her a hug. “Oh thank you so much! Thanks for having me!” She said as she hugged Christopher’s wife next. Then she noticed another guy standing next to them looking at her. It was Cillian. “Hi, I’m Cillian, your show was amazing, I agree” he said extending his hand out to you. Y/N shook his hand and thanked him. “I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you” “The pleasure’s all mine” Cillian said with a smile. His eyes were so blue.

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pervertedreams · 2 years

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thinking about perv!eddie and how he literally breaks a sweat whenever you’re in his like of vision. you could literally just be helping him with his homework. you’ve graduated already so you pretty much know all of the material. so helping him out is no biggie. the room is pretty much silent at the moment, your focus on the question i front of you made whatever words on your lips die out.

but eddie hasn’t said anything for a while. usually he’ll start humming or fiddling with something, so even crack a joke or two about how the smartest girl in school can’t figure out the current question you’re on. but again, he’s completely silent. little do you know his palms are sweaty, and the thin layer is sweat beneath his bangs are gonna turn into beads if he doesn’t wipe it off. his brown curls slowly start to cling against his heated skin. he doesn’t know why he gets so worked up around you.

maybe it’s the way your thighs squeeze whenever you’re talking, and how the plushness of them slightly fold over one another. or maybe it’s the way your tongue darts out to lick your dainty manicured thumb to gracefully flip back and forth through the pages. fuck he wishes he could feel that warm pick muscle wrap around the head of his pink-

no no, he shouldn’t think of you that way. you’re his friend? someone he’s loved- LIKED for so long. he can’t think of you that way? but he can’t help it.

your finally break the silence, at this point it’s starting to feel awkward. you peer up at eddie, face slightly redder than usual, and his bangs look damp. it’s not even hot in here? at least not to you?

“you okay there, munson. kinda went quiet on me?” your soft voice, so hushed and sweet, but also so divine and mature. you huffed chuckle as you let the words fall from you lips has his dick jumping. i mean he’s like putty every time you speak. he should be embarrassed, ashamed. but he’s not.

he swallows, “m’fine. just-“ he’s trailing off, words faded into silence yet again. he doesn’t know how to response cause he feels like he’s been caught red handed. all you did was ask if he’s okay, but he feels like you can hear every thought he’s ever had. he’s panicking for no reason. “kinda tired i guess.” he lies, cracks a small smile to stay in his typical ‘whimsy’, ‘lighthearted’ character.

your lips are pushed to the side in a inside expression, placing the book off your lap and onto the bed beneath you. striding over to where eddie is seated, for him it feels like times slows the closer you get, and when you place your cool palm against his heated face, he almost passes out. he’s absolutely pathetic, but again he doesn’t care. with the way you’re slightly hunched over, and how low he’s sitting, he’s getting the most delicious view of your cleavage. he’s burry his face in it if he could, but he can’t do instead he just digs his fingers further into his thighs. doing everything in his power to refrain his perverted tendencies.

“you’re literally on fire eddie. are you sure you’re okay?” your lips, always so moisturized and caked with cherry scented lip gloss. he knows the lips gloss you use, your favorite perfume, how you still have carebear and strawberry shortcake stuffies. knows your favorite colors, and how you only wear silver because you think it flatters your complexion better. how you love adding bows to your hair cause it feels more girly, and how you cut your shorts and skirts shorter ‘just cause’.

he knows almost everything there is about you, he wants you so bad, wants to feel you, hold you, kiss you. be everything you need.

because he’s all you need.

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Cat and Mouse- Billy Hargrove X Reader

whats up yall, i am finally back for the first time in like a million ass years with some content!!!! if it wasnt obvious already yes, i am going to be writing for stranger things now. y’all can thank @wroteclassicaly for getting me into it lmaoo. but yea since i havent written something in a while i’m gonna be doing something a little shorter and more to the point lmaooo. so yea anyone who knows me from my icylangdon days knows that i <3 fuckboys that are mean. so naturally i kinda fell in love with billy when i first saw him okay. i KNOW he’s a bad person and shit but like he’s not real and he’s also sexy so. plzzz don’t be offended by this, if you don’t like billy simply scroll past!! but if you AREEEE a slut for billy, well then you just might wanna stick around for this one 😛 also dont judge me if this sucks i havent written in a million years ok. PS i am planning to write for eddie and steve in the future too so stay tuned for that if ur more into those characters!! ok i’ll shut up now teehee

description: billy hargrove decides to seduce you at a party; you decide to let him.

contains: mean/fuckboy billy, fingering, cunnilingus, dirty talk, face slapping, brief choking, degradation/humiliation kink

wc: 3.3k

He smells like musk and whiskey and cigarettes, like a grown ass man, and from this proximity it’s dizzying. He’s sitting beside you, thigh-to-thigh, right arm outstretched across the back of the couch just behind your shoulders. You will yourself not to turn your cheek, knowing that if you catch sight of his stormy, heavy-lidded eyes, you won’t be able to resist him any longer.

Billy speaks slowly, allowing the velvet sound of his words to simmer in your ears, rosy lips nearly brushing against them.

“You look so sad,” he’s saying, and the hair on the back of your neck stands up. “Why’re you so sad, hm?”

You keep your gaze fixed on your palms, feeling a prickling warmth flood your face. You can feel the danger emanating from his pores, hanging around him like a dark, bulbous cloud, but somehow that only tempts you more. “What makes you think I’m sad?”

“You’ve been sitting here by yourself all night,” he mutters, his large hand finding your bare thigh, testing the waters. He doesn’t grope you, just trails his calloused fingertips down against your skin with a feather-light touch, and you don’t stop him. “Did your boyfriend dump you or something? Broke your heart?”

He’s mocking you, but it doesn’t register; all you can focus on is his skin against yours, his fingers tracing invisible patterns back and forth until you can no longer think straight. “I just don’t really like parties.”

He lets out a snicker. “Yet here you are.”

“I know, it’s stupid.” You occupy yourself with taking a couple sips of your drink, which is lukewarm by now, but the accompanying buzz helps to dull your nerves slightly. “I honestly don’t know why I came.”

“Wanted to try playing cool girl this year, huh?” It’s like a power line has been cut when he draws his hand back from your leg, the absence of contact almost palpable. Finally you allow yourself to meet his eyes, stomach dipping at the smirk he has plastered across his picturesque features.

“No, it’s not that at all,” you say sternly, a little embarrassed he would assume that. You don’t want him to think you’re a try-hard, even though you know it’s stupid to care about his opinion of you. He’s just some douchey guy trying to get in your pants, after all. “I guess I just wanted to try something different.”

“Oh?” he says with a tilt of his head, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip. He doesn’t take his attention away from you for even a second, now spreading his hands out across his denim-clad knees. You can’t help but follow them with your eyes, wishing hopelessly that he’d put them back on you. “So you’re adventurous, then?”

“I mean, in some ways, maybe…” Your vision darts away from his face once more, not noticing how suggestive the phrase sounds until it’s too late. Clearing your throat, you attempt to regain composure. “But I don’t want to go crazy or anything.”

“I think I know how to drive you crazy in a way you’ll really like,” Billy chuckles, beginning to stand up from his spot on the sofa. Your heart skips a beat, almost like you’re panicking at the mere idea of him moving away from you. It’s jarring, and so unlike you—what the fuck kind of spell does he have you under?

You watch him move into an upright stance, his muscular frame casting a looming shadow over your head as he extends a hand before you. “I can show you. If you’re not scared, that is.”

You squirm in your seat, eyes zeroing in on the greenish blue veins that run from his knuckles to his forearms like rivers on a map. You have to remind yourself that you aren’t special, that he probably does this same routine with a different girl every weekend, but the thought doesn’t stop your body from making the decision for you.

His hand is significantly bigger than yours, and rougher in texture; he gives you a leisurely once-over as he pulls you to your feet, yanking you forth with little grace until your chest is nearly flush with his. He leans forward, sending a pleasant waft of whatever product he’s sporting in his overgrown hair directly to your senses. “C’mon.”

It’s difficult to ignore the other kids at the party who are witnessing the situation unfold, entertaining themselves with other peoples’ business in true Hawkins fashion. You’re sure some uppity bitch will call you a slut for letting Billy seduce you come Monday, but for some unfathomable reason, you really can’t bring yourself to care.

Billy walks in front of you, leading you into a dim wood-paneled hallway. It’s not his house (you’re not entirely sure whose house it is, to be honest), but he moves like it is, his steps lingering but purposeful.

His jeans are worn-out and ripped in some spots, and they’re form fitting enough that you can easily see the prominent curve of his backside. He peers back over at you as he uses one toned shoulder to nudge open a door at the end of the hall, catching you ogle him, which he appears to take rude delight in.

“I see you’re assessing the merchandise,” he snickers with a shake of his head, guiding you into the shadowed bedroom. This remark causes your cheeks to flush deep red, which becomes apparent to Billy when he switches on the light. His smile grows, eyes glinting deviously. “Aw, don’t be shy, sweetheart. I see you looking at school all the time.”

Your chest tightens at this reveal, which honestly, you hadn’t been anticipating. Is it really that obvious, or is Billy Hargrove a fucking mind reader or something? Do you really stare at his ass that much?!

You sputter out something nonsensical before you’re simultaneously rescued and pushed further into insanity- he takes your chin with a firm grip and directs it upwards, pressing his lips against yours. The kiss becomes rough in a matter of seconds, his teeth sinking into your lower lip, backing you up until you’re in front of the bed. You pull at the white beer-stained fabric of his shirt and whine against his mouth, having to stand on the tips of your toes just to reach him properly.

He’s laughing when he pulls away, shoving you back onto the pale blue comforter. You narrow your eyes irritably, offended that he apparently found your kissing techniques to be amusing. “What’s so fucking funny?”

Billy’s expression sterns at this, taking hold of your jaw so you’re unable to break contact with him. “I’d suggest watching your tone with me, sweetheart.”

He lets go, leaving you panting like a dog, but you manage to contain yourself before he notices. You lean back on your palms, crossing your leg to show off the underside of your thigh as you survey him with doe eyes. “Then explain why you were just laughing at me!”

“S’nothing, really,” he says, the corner of his lips twitching upwards as he tries to stifle a smirk. He knocks you onto your back with a quick prod to your shoulders, bowing down so he’s looking at you from above. He pets your thigh where the seam is currently hiked up, “I just love it when bitches get all worked up for me.”

You scoff, but your brain seems to have short-circuited, leaving you without any ideas for a witty comeback. His statement should have offended you, but instead it ignites a warm, tingling sensation in the pit of your stomach and somewhere else familiar to you.

Clearing your throat, you choke out a puny, “I wasn’t worked up.”

As if on cue, the tips of his fingers make abrupt contact between your legs, where arousal has apparently begun to seep through the fabric of your underwear. Your face flushes when you hear him gasp lowly, his fingers stroking you up and down to assess the damage for himself; your hands fly to your face to hide yourself in shame, but Billy doesn’t make any effort to hide his smugness. “I mean, I dunno, (y/n). I think your panties beg to differ.”

You close your thighs around his hand instinctively, which he obviously doesn’t like, because he grabs both of your knees and forces them apart again.

“You’re gonna fucking lie to me, huh?”

He’s awaiting a response, his nostrils flaring menacingly as his head cocks to one side. You’re intimidated but insanely turned on, even more so when you see his jaw clench at your immediate silence.

“I didn’t mean to lie, Billy,” you say slowly, keeping close watch on how his expression changes (it doesn’t, not really, and somehow that’s more unnerving than any other way he could’ve reacted). “I guess I just didn’t like how cocky you were being.”

“Oh, you didn’t like it.” His tone drips with sarcasm, threading his fingers through your (texture) hair to jerk your head up sharply. “Then why the fuck is your pussy so wet?”

Oh, fuck. You struggle a little under his tight grasp, but not enough to actually make a difference. He stares you down coldly as his hand returns to your underwear, reaching inside this time to actually touch you without a barrier of cotton in the way.

He starts to rub your pussy in unceremonious patterns, and your breath catches in your throat when his palm presses hard against your clit.

“Hear that?” He pushes one finger inside of you and pumps it in and out lazily, producing a crude, wet noise. “That’s the sound of a bitch that’s worked up.”

He laughs, letting your head drop back down against the bed. You’re humiliated, but some part of you wants to see how far this will go, how far he’ll take you from reality. Billy is bigger than you, and stronger than you by far, but even still as he manhandles and overpowers you, you strangely don’t feel unsafe. In fact, you feel almost euphoric.

“Nothing to say? Huh?” He adds a second finger and quickens the pace of his thrusts, sitting down beside you. “Nothing at all?”

You’re too busy moaning to make any sense of what he says, eyes going vacant and glassy as they fix on the ceiling above. You’ve never been fingered like this before- it’s evident he knows what the fuck he’s doing, despite the lack of grace within his demeanor. He places his lips to your neck for a brief moment, teeth scraping the sensitive skin there until you let out a yelp, his free hand snaking up underneath your t-shirt and bra.

“It’s okay to admit that you’re a slut, you know. You really aren’t fooling anyone, anyway,” he continues cruelly, licking his lips as he palms and squeezes at your breasts. When he notices that your eyes are on the ceiling and not his face, he smacks your cheek. “Look at me.”

He stretches his fingers inside you, groaning inwardly at the feeling of you wrapped snugly around him, and you do what he says.

“Say it.” He moves his arm faster, curling his fingers with expertise to thrust against your tight inner walls.

You only get wetter viewing his stern features, the way his brows furrow in a mixture of focus and indignation. You poise a brow, though you’re really only half-lucid. “Say what?”

He takes his hand off your breast and slaps you once again, a little harder this time. It stings, and you huff in frustration, not knowing what you did wrong. “Say that you’re a slut.”

“Wha- no! I’m not!” Why you’re trying so hard to preserve a sense of pride that ceased to exist the second you agreed to accompany Billy to the bedroom, you aren’t completely sure. You don’t have the chance to figure it out either, because in the next moment his fingers are fitted around your neck.

His lips turn up at the corners, but he doesn’t really look like he’s smiling. “We spoke for the first time not even a half hour ago, and now you’re letting me finger fuck you in a stranger’s bedroom. You know what type of girl does that?”

You blink, fairly confident what his answer will be. “A slut?”

“That’s right,” he practically spits, releasing you from his hold on your throat. It hadn’t been enough to restrict your breathing at all, but if he’d applied just a little more pressure, you would’ve been totally at his mercy. It should be a frightening idea, but secretly, it arouses you. “A fucking easy, dirty, dime a dozen slut. So say it.”

“I-I’m a slut,” you say half-heartedly, which is a struggle, considering that he hasn’t slowed his pace at all between your thighs.

“Yeah? And what else?” He keeps his momentum going, at the last minute deciding to add a third finger with a satisfied grin. You cry out, hips wiggling as you attempt to adjust to the intense feeling, which hurts in a way you never want to end.

“I- I’m easy? And filthy, Billy.” His breathing seems to grow slightly more ragged when you say his name, but he doesn’t let himself falter; still, the lapse fills you with a triumphant sensation, and you’re encouraged to continue. “I’m so lucky I came across a man like you, Billy. Somebody who can teach me a lesson for being such a dumb little slut.”

You stretch the word man, assuming it’s a title he’ll appreciate.

He takes in a breath, eyelashes fluttering so subtly you almost miss it. You know you got him, even if he’s not letting it show. “You’re goddamn right about that.”

He adjusts himself so he can run his tongue over your swollen clit, pumping his fingers in and out of you as he does. Your fingernails grasp at the covers underneath your writhing body, back arching as your chest rises and collapses, a long and pitiful moan escaping the back of your throat. He continues until your head is spinning and you don’t know who or where you are, latching his lips around your clit to apply needed suction there. In your moment of incoherence, you still are able to steal a look at the man who has made you come undone with the smallest of efforts; he’s eyeing you from underneath a veil of dark lashes, and though his mouth is hidden between your parted legs, you can see traces of a smirk reflecting in his dilated pupils.

“O-oh fuck. Billy…” you reach out and grab a fistful of his styled waves, your hips pushing against his face shamelessly. He grunts at this action, using his spare hand to swat yours away.

“Don’t fuck up my hair,” he snaps, your arousal glistening on his chin. “And you better not cum without asking me first, bitch.”

You can hear the hot blood pumping through the veins in your neck when he says this; you grind yourself against him, not caring how desperate it makes you seem. “I-I’m gonna, Billy.”

He stops, screwing his face up like he’s deep in thought. “Here’s the thing, (y/n). I don’t see the point in making a bitch cum if she doesn’t do something for me in return. And you haven’t exactly done anything for me, have you? Besides whine like a little cunt.”

You gape back at him, but truthfully, you're not actually that shocked he would pull something like this. Why would a guy like Billy Hargrove give in so easily anyway? Especially when it’s apparent that he takes great pleasure in seeing you squirm.

“I can! I can do whatever you want, Billy.” You bat your eyes at him sweetly, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip in a display that you hope is seductive. “I’m a slut, remember?”

“You think I don’t know that you’d suck my cock?” He sits upright again, and you’re forced to hold in a full-on tantrum. All you want is to cum on his tongue, call out his name until your voice is hoarse and raspy. Why did he have to be such a fucking asshole!? “Every slut I’ve ever met loves to suck me off. They fucking beg me for it. But I don’t think every slut deserves that, y’know?”

“You’re saying I don’t deserve to suck your dick?” you ask in sheer disbelief. He can’t be serious right now, can he? It doesn’t seem like he’s joking, and all he gives you is a prolonged shrug of his shoulders.

“I dunno, (y/n). Do you?”

You figure what he wants you to say- he wants you to degrade yourself, submit all your self-worth over to him for the night. You start to shake your head, and he nods once, ushering you onward.

“N-no, Billy, I don’t. But I really, really want to, Billy. I would do anything to make you cum. I’d be honored to.”

He apparently approves of your choice in words, returning to the former harsh rhythm of his thrusting. He follows this up by nudging your thighs open further and dipping his head to align with your most sensitive area, rolling his tongue effortlessly against your clit.

You’re on the brink of an orgasm within a minute, gasping and bucking your hips in total desperation. “Billy- Billy, I’m…”

You cum, and right then, whatever you were going to say disintegrates into a thousand pieces right in front of your rolled-back eyes. It’s loud, and embarrassing, probably, but you’re not in the frame of mind to think about anything other than the tsunami of an orgasm that’s encompassing every inch of your trembling body. Only when you’re limp and temporarily braindead does he remove his fingers from you, getting off of the bed and stretching his muscles like he just got back from working out.

“You definitely aren’t sucking me off tonight,” he says flatly, bringing his slick fingers up to wave tauntingly in your face. “Except for this.”

You wordlessly take them into your mouth and taste yourself, not resisting when he purposely pushes them back far enough to gag you. “Maybe some other time, if you’re good, I’ll let you. But right now, you’re still just a cheap whore in my book.”

He retracts his fingers from your mouth, dragging the mixture of saliva and cum down your chin before giving your face a chaste pat. “See you around school, (y/n).”

Then he leaves, shutting the door with one last devilish look behind him. You’re still on your back, barely having recovered from the orgasm Billy inflicted upon you mere moments before, but your mind spins wildly in the wake of his absence. You want him bad- to taste him, to be fucked by him. You don’t care if he treats you badly, or if he even cares for you at all; it’s illogical, but undeniable, the way your body reacts so naturally when he’s nearby.

If you were of sound mind, you’d probably be worrying about whether or not he was telling his friends about you, or wondering if anybody had heard your unabashed cries of ecstasy while Billy was doing his number on you. But you aren’t of sound mind; that much is clear as day.

You roll onto your side, limbs aching. You don’t have it in you to leave the bedroom yet, so you remain in this position for several minutes, merely existing.

For the first time in your high school career, you can’t wait for Monday to come. You have to see him, make him want you; it’s a game of cat-and-mouse that he’s strategically unleashed upon you, but you’re more than willing to play.

All you have to do now is plan your next move.

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