#and like him being the egotistical man that he is is like: 'you're good? you're the best they could send you? you couldn't even get this?'

[astolfofo]

You want Dr. Ratio to tutor you in physics and math am I right?

I would cry with his harsh words and I don’t study in stem so

yessir. He should tutor me and I will blankly stare at his face, too capitvated by his beauty to understand anything (he thought I was actually smart). Then he'll get frustrated and I'd probably be forced to leave <3 or will it be something else....... :D? just kidding!

#wait no this is actually good fic material though #like being tutored by him as a reletively proifient person in maths or whatnot #and like him being the egotistical man that he is is like: 'you're good? you're the best they could send you? you couldn't even get this?' #3rd study session would definetly lead into something... else.

[yndrgrl]

yandere! dabi x fem reader?

you're a fool to think that you could trick japan's no. 1 mafia boss, yandere! dabi , & get away with it

long ass fic. crime lord x spy. quirkless! au. heavily tatted! dabi lmaooo. extra dark romance. fem! reader. ooc! dabi. picture "diet mountain dew" playing, thanks. manz is OBSESSED obsessed.

warnings: nsfw, depictions of extreme/hardcore sex, sex slavery, obsessive behavior, making "movies," mentions of heavy stalking & panty stealing, sex in front of his men, sadism, reader passes out, light knifeplay,

a/n: uhhh is this too much (i hope not cuz i have a couple more hardcore ones cooking) 😭 also look, i'm finally doing the requests that are long overdue... my fault, g.

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"boss, she's here," one of dabi's goons said after he knocked on the large, mahogany door. there was shuffling, laughter, then a muffled "send her in," that followed.

"you heard the man," the other shrugged, opening the door for you. after you, they followed into the room.

your heart was pounding out of your chest & there was a violent ringing in your ear. your breathes were shallow & shaken, yet you had to maintain a calm composure because, in the eyes of japan's most notorious criminal mastermind, you were merely a recruiter for his mob. you're playing the part as a low-life thug/seductress who's in desperate need of money.

of course, that's not the case. you had a good head on your shoulders. you were working for japan's government, a special operation unit ran by a sergeant dubbed "endeavor." your mission is to gather information, find out their next big drug trade, & bust it while keeping your head down. & honestly, it's been going well. you were prepared to fight off dabi's goons left & right because, well... you're a woman, & they are horny, egotistical assholes.

however, none of them approached you. all of them looked scared of you, actually. you felt like a badass, but it was also compromising your mission. how in god's name are you supposed to collect intel of no one will talk with you?

"(y/n), baby, please have a seat," said dabi, snapping you out of your thoughts. you didn't know if you should smile or stay stoic, but your nerves got the better of you & your lips curled upwards.

"yes, sir," you said back. you allowed yourself to notice him, his features. he wore a suit, presumably to look professional even though it just made him look intimidating. with his jet black hair, bags under his piercing blue eyes, & pale skin littered with ink, he had an aura around him, & there's no wonder why or how he's gotten so powerful. his tattoos that were visible to you were mainly on his face & on his hands; there was a bold line stretching ear to ear, dipping in the crevasse of his mouth. it made him look like he had a smile. under the bold line were more intricate tattoos-- flowers, thorns, knives, the works.

"please, call me whatever your heart desires, princess," he purred, & the doors of his lavish office slammed shut. there was no reception in this part of his headquarters, you've already checked. you tried reasoning with your worries, telling yourself that there was no way you've been caught, you haven't even talked to anyone!

you replied, "i am anything but a princess, sir."

"sticking with sir?" he questioned, & you nodded, then he continued, "you can be anything you want to be, no?"

"in the perfect world, i guess i could," you said with furrowed brows. why were you in here exactly?

"no, no, no. that's not what i mean."

"my apologies, what did you mean?" you asked, fighting yourself not to fidget. fidgeting means that your nervous, being nervous means you've done something you're not supposed to, & you haven't dont anything wrong.

"i mean, you," he pointed at you, dragging the word longer than he had to, "you. can be anything you want." he was met with a calculating silence. the hairs on the back of your neck stood tall.

finally, you questioned, "why am i here, sir? i'm just a... you know, a concubine." that was your role.

"oh, are you now? what exactly are you doing for my company?" he leaned forward, his face resting in the palm of his hand. he looked bored, yet there was a twinkle in his eyes that said otherwise. it finally sunk in what kind of position you are in. there are two men guarding the only exit, there are three armed men standing behind dabi, & the infamous crime lord himself was sitting across from you, only a desk length away.

"i'm sending men your way so you can grow you um.. company," you told him, & that was the story you're sticking with.

dabi, with a smirk, muttered under his breath with a laugh, "you're fuckin' priceless, doll." with a clear voice this time, he asked, "has anyone touched you?"

what kind of question is that? "yes, sir." no, no one has, you were lying.

he still had a smirk on his face, his bright blue eyes drilling into yours. he fished something in his pocket, his eyes still glued on you. in your head, you kept screaming it was a gun or a knife, he was going to shoot you point blank, you're about to die-

"why do you look so scared, hun?" taunted dabi, finally throwing his hand out of his pocket, & you flinched. this is it, he's about to kill you with a... lighter? wait. he snapped his fingers with the hand that his face was resting on. one of his henchmen quickly handed him something. lighting it, he sneered, "it's just a cigarette~"

he inhaled deep, & blew out a puff a of grey smoke your direction. "you're so jumpy, babe."

"i'm just confused why i'm here is all," you swallowed, your eyes watering slightly because of the smoke.

"i'm considering you for a promotion," he said in an as-a-matter-of-fact tone.

"a promotion?"

"yeah, you could call it that. instead of being some recruiter-prostitute, how does 'dabi's little housewife slut' sound instead? nice ring to it, huh?" he said, breathing in the tobacco & studying your expression.

"i-i'm sorry?" you coughed out, shocked.

"you can be anything, can't you? that's your whole job, am i wrong?" he questioned, eyes darkening. his playful demeanor was gone, & something more sinister glossed over his expression.

"i'm not sure what you mean-" you were cut off by his fist slamming down on his desk, the things on it vibrating & falling off.

"(y/n), do you think i'm stupid?"

"n-no, of course not, sir!" you tried to reason, maybe he was upset about something else.

"do you think i'm fuckin' stupid?" the man scowled, standing up to his feet. his henchmen gripped their weapons tighter, their backs just a bit more straighter. oh, he knew.

"i don't think you're stupid, sir. you're a smart man, i know that-"

"though your flattery gets me hard, it's unwanted right now, doll," dabi told you as he walked towards you while you were just sitting there, your hands on your lap. you picked the dirt from under your nails, the balls of your feet grinding the vintage rug underneath you. your eyes were trained on him in fear that, if you looked away, he'd pounce.

under your breath, you repeated unsure, "hard?" you didn't mean to say anything, it just slipped out. suddenly, as he was standing directly on your side, he gripped the arms of your chair & forced it to turn. he caged you between him & the chair, him bent down so his face was only inches away from you. you could smell the smoke on his breath, his expensive cologne, & faint iron smell-- whether it was blood or gunpowder, you didn't want to find out.

"you're so bold, spying on me~ i didn't think you'd actually accept the job, yet here you are, thinking you are just so clever, huh?" he laughed in your face, but his tone was still deep.

"y-you know?" you stuttered out, eyes wide. he was so close to you, he was a killer with no remorse, that's what they told you before you took this mission. you've heard it all before, & you've taken guys like him down, but they've never caught on to you. you had no plan, all you could do is hope that your crew knew your location.

"of course i know, (y/n)~ i know so much about you, & i must say, i'm such a fan," he started, looking at you up and down. you weren't cowering away from him, but you also weren't confident. you were going to try something, he knew it. "i'm honored to be your next big case. it's such a shame you won't be completing your mission though."

you swallowed thickly, & you gave him your best don't-fuck-with-me glare you could muster. "what now then? you caught me, you gonna kill me now?" you barked, hoping to intimidate him. instead, you were met with a bone chilling smile.

he chuckled, brushing his fingers through his wild hair, "oh no, sweetheart, i'm afraid you don't understand~" you started to search for something under your skirt-your gun- when he tightly gripped your wrist. "don't," he warned as he matched your glare.

the firm grasp you had on your gun loosened & it fell on the floor. he kicked it towards one of his men, who swiftly unloaded the mag & tossed it in the trash. "if it's information you want, you're not getting it outta me."

"wrong again, you get one more chance."

"would you stop fucking with me!?" you screamed at him, ready to oppose anything he wanted you to do. he gripped your chin, his fingers squishing your cheeks together, & your hands shot up & held his wrist as you tried to wriggle out.

"watch your mouth when you talk to me," he warned, forcing you to maintain eye contact with him. "such a dirty mouth. if you were anyone else, i would've shot you instantly. consider yourself lucky."

"shtawp! le'me go!" you muttered through your puckered up lips, & surprisingly, he listened. once he let you go, you through yourself back into the chair to create as much distance as possible (it wasn't much). "wh-what are you going on about, dabi?"

"i thought i was, 'sir,' doll? what happened? we friends now?" he teased. the man gave you a fake pout & an eye roll.

"you wish. now answer me. what are you t-" he locked eyes with you once again, & you stumbled over your words, "t-talking about?"

he let out a dark chuckle, kneeling in front of you so his face was nearly resting on your lap. "princess, haven't you notice something weird has been happening ever since you took down shigiraki almost a year ago? don't you always feel like you're never alone? things appear in your car out of nowhere? your panties go missing from your apartment? haven't you ever wondered why you always feel so uneasy no matter where you are?"

your expression shifted from confused to terrified.

"you think you're all alone when you're scrubbing those perfect tits in the shower, huh? you really put on a show f'me when you masterbate. so fuckin' nasty, you know. i would love to know who's on your mind when you fingerfuck yourself," he said, licking his lips. his suit pants were tight enough that it was hard to miss the growing bulge. your eyes were teary out of embarrassment. "but i think i know who's on your mind when you do such dirty things."

"y-you don't know anything. m-my crew will be here soon o-once they realize i-i've been caught!" you fought, yet he had no care in the world. he through open your legs & tsked. you were told to wear a short skirt to "make it more believable," & now you're regretting everything. you tried to press your hands in between your thighs to block your clothed pussy out of his curious gaze.

"do you think so? cuz i think that they've completely forgetten about you 'cuz someone gave endeavor an anonymous tip on where my next drug deal will be held. i think that's more important than some captured spy, to be honest," he told you, "besides -men, hold her down- i have a feeling you actually really want this."

his goons, as they were told, held your wrists to the arms of the chair while another stood behind you, his gun looming just barely in the line of your vision. your legs were spread, & your arms were restrained. you thrashed as dabi's hot touch trailed up your calf to your inner thigh. your face was red hot in anger & flushed in shame. to fit your role, you wore a dark purple thong. your body betrayed you, a wet spot staining your panties. "st-stop! you-you're under arrest!"

"i-i-i am! oh n-no! wh-whatever will i do?!" he mocked, & his men laughed like he was some comedian. "please, (y/n), love, drop the fuckin' act. it's cute & all, but i'd rather you'd just stop pretending, i want you to enjoy this as much as i'm going to~" he faux pleaded, but he knew, either way, you were going to love it eventually. he heard your sighs of content whenever you read 'good guy x bad guy' spicy romances, he recorded you moaning his name when you first got assigned to this case.

"i-i really won't tell anyone, p-please let me go," you begged, watching him stand up & take off his blazer. he threw off his tie, unbuttoned his white dress shirt, revealing his toned, tatted body. every part of his torso, chest, & arms were inked with dark grey tattoos. on his left pec was your initials in some fancy, grand font-- except it was a fleshy pink. a healed scar.

"you like it? or are you scared? i can't really tell," dabi questioned, leaning close to you. his guard's hands were replaced by his. "(y/n), if you tell me to stop nicely, maybe i will. granted, i'll lock you up until you're ready, but i'd wait. so tell me, with that dirty mouth of yours, what do you want?"

"uhm... w-what are you talking about?" you tried to avoid his inquiries, it shamed you to say the least. if you were to say what you wanted -what you truly wanted- you'd betray your country. you didn't want to answer.

"now, or later?" he repeated, tapping your wrist. "i'm gonna need to hear you say somethin' or i'll just do whatever i want, & trust me; you won't be able to handle it."

you were silent, your eyes darted from his icy ones, to his cold lips, to his tattooed body, & back to his eyes. avoidant, maybe that's all you have to do. he'll get bored of someone quiet, no?

"(y/n)~ sweetheart~ you're making a bad choice by keeping your mouth shut, unless that's what you want. you want me to use you, hm?" he teased, biting his lip afterward. dabi knew that look you were giving him because it's the one he gives you all the time. pure, primal lust. intrigue. but mostly lust.

you opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. your heart was beating out of your chest, your voice caught onto your throat. you pondered, just for a moment, & you let your impulse control the outcome; you stayed silent.

after shutting your mouth, dabi smirked devilishly. "you've made your choice, remember that. so don't get too mad at me, 'kay? i give you permission to enjoy this as much as you want, but you probably didn't need my permission," he snickered. the man didn't even let you answer before capturing your rosy lips with his.

his kisses were intense, rough, yet so, so needy for you. in between pants & kisses, he whispered things like, "i've held myself back f' you," &, "god, fuckin' finally." your wrists were once again restrained by his henchmen, while his hands wandered around your body. as one hand cup your precious face, the other groped your tits through your clothes. if one shifted around your neck, the other one would be gripping your hips, bruising you already.

his pierced tongue explored your mouth. saliva dripped from the corners of your mouth, dribbling down your chin. his tongue was down your throat as he choked you. your spine jolted when two, long fingers began to ghost up and down your pussy, pushing a little harder over your clothes clit. he hooked the front part of your thong & pulled up. you let out a muffled scream as your panties disappeared in between your pussy lips. they were drenched in your arousal, & now you started leaking onto your skirt & his chair.

he finally released you from his kiss, your lungs burning. you let in a few shallow breaths before dabi bit your neck. he still had your thong wrapped around his finger, & every so often, he would pull upwards, & a scream of pained pleasure would follow in suit. bite marks & hickeys covered your neck. "all mine~" he purred, licking your tender neck.

"let's get these fuckin' clothes off'a ya," snarled dabi through gritted teeth. it was like opening a present for him. he tore through your t-shirt with ease, not even bothering undressing you all the way so the fabric just hung off of your shoulders. he suddenly fished a knife out of his pocket & cut your bra off of your body. he glided the dull side between the valley of your breasts, down to your heaving stomach. he shoved your mini skirt up around your waist & he cut off your soaked thong.

"fuckin' hell, babe. i've been dreaming about this," he groaned, stabbing the blade into his wooden desk. dabi squeezed your plush thighs, his handprints bruised on your skin. what was strange was how his men acted while the two of you were intimate; they were stoic & unwavering, their hardened faces expressionless.

they were under dabi's complete control, & that's just how he is. he knows how to get people on his side, he knows when they're interested, that's why he's such an influential man. "you really thought you could trick me?" he barked, pulling his leather belt out of his pants' loops. he fastened the belt around your wrists. "poor, little (y/n)~ all hot & bothered in front of the enemy~" with your hands bound, your legs were put onto the arms of the chair. once again, you were restrained by his men. ashamed & -quite honestly- turned on, you were splayed out on the chair, legs spread & pussy throbbing.

he undid the button on his pants, & they fell to the floor. his boxers were soon to follow. you were gawking his member, you couldn't help it. it's the biggest, thickest, you've ever been with in your life.

a smug, toothy grin stretched on his face as he watched your reaction. "you look shocked, doll," he noticed. dabi stood right in front of you, the tip of his cock gently slapping your clit. the contact made you jolt every time. "you've never been with someone like me, huh? that's why you're so quiet?"

you nodded sheepishly while you stared up at him with your doe eyes. he coated himself in your arousal before lining himself up with your entrance. dabi, in such a hushed tone it almost sounded sweet, cooed, "it's a shame i'm gonna use that perfect body. i want you to remember you chose this."

"y-yes sir, i-i remember," you replied back. when he whispered in your ear, it sent electricity up your spine, & you'd subconsciously arch your back.

he placed a firm kiss on your jaw, & he praised, "that's my girl~" dabi slid past you folds, diving himself into your entrance. he let out a throaty groan as he through his head back. his adam's apple bobbed, his hair becoming even more disheveled. dabi wasn't a man known for his slow, savory approach; his gentle demeanor was short-lived. he forced his cock into your dripping hole balls-deep. you let out a breathy scream, eyes widen for a second.

dabi towered over you, muscles flexed with every thrust. he pounded you into the chair that, with every thrust, you felt the chair legs wobble underneath you. he shooed his guards away from you because, in all honesty, you were not getting away from him. he's wanted you for too damn long, he's been patient enough.

honestly, it surprised him how slow you were taking the mission. you were behind enemy lines for months, you'd think that you would want to spend the least amount of time there as possible. it's no matter though, he has you right where he wants you. "aren't you worried, (y/n)? you're so quick to trust me," he pointed out in between his harsh thrusts.

every jerk made your tits bounce; he was fucking you so hard that your hearing became fuzzy. he kept hitting your g-spot over & over with the same roughness. "mnh~ t-too fast~ ngh-ahh," you whimpered. did he say something? if he didn't, you didn't even notice. it just was so overwhelming. even though you couldn't keep your mind straight, dabi still kept fucking you like you were some sex doll.

what snapped you back to reality was when a snap echoed off the walls, & your elevation changed. there was a pressure against your chest & a slight pain your back that was soon stretched out. the chair broke from beneath you. your head was cupped by dabi's tattooed hand. he laid flush against you while he folded you in half. your knees were to your chest & your legs rested on his broad shoulders.

at this angle, you could feel his cock in your stomach pumping in & out of your pussy. you let out a scream of pleasure as you begged, "sl-slow down! c-can't handle it!"

"aww~ i'm so sorry, doll face. i can't do that for you. maybe next time though," he joked as though he wasn't pounding you into oblivion. tears of overstimulation & slight frustration welled in your eyes. it was like you were cursed to overwhelming pleasure & moaning out his name forever.

god, did he have stamina. after an hour of raw fucking, he flipped in so many different positions. after the mating press, he put you into missionary with a tight grip on your plush hips. your arousal stained his expensive carpet, not that he cared because he'll just hire someone to clean it.

while he missionary, he let out a hearty groan, & his voice broke for a second. he held you tight as he drained his cum inside of your weeping hole. you thought that would be the end, but he took only a moment to breath before flipping you over to fuck you from behind.

ass in the air, back arched, & your face pressed against the ground, you saw stars that began to cloud your already-blurry vision. he rubbed your sensitive clit while he pumped his cock in & out of gorgeous, pitiful you. you whined for an ounce of sympathy. it was your first mistake thinking he was a normal man, & your second mistake was staying quiet when he so-graciously gave you a choice on how you wanted him.

"you're taking me so well, doll~" he praised with kisses on your arched back. you clenched around him when he said that, & his brow quirked up. "oh? you like that? you're squeezing so tight after i said that," he laughed. "you're such a pretty girl, all cock drunk just f'me~"

"st-stop it, you're b-being so-so mean," you sniffled but you didn't actually mean it... you were kind of a brat, but that's a secret you'd never tell. xoxo.

once you said that, he went more rough than before-- something you didn't realize was possible. you've creamed on his cock more times than you could count on your fingers with both your hands, yet he's only ejaculated once. the white stars started out as tiny dots, yet every time you came on dabi's thick, hard cock, they grew bigger. "g-gunna, i'm g-gunna... cu.. cum," you droned, letting the white stars overtake your vision, & all the sounds you hear became nothing more than a buzz. the only thing you could hear is dabi's laughter as you slowly slipped from consciousness. you squirted all over his cock -something you've never done before- then passed out. you went completely limp as subconscious sighs of pure hormonal ecstasy mixed with your heaving breath.

"uh oh, someone couldn't handle it," dabi tutted, yet he was still relentless as ever, make good of his promise to use you however he pleased. "what time is it?" he called out, & one of his men answered.

"hmm... i think it's about time for the show to begin then~" dabi said, petting your knotted hair as he scratched your scalp (all while he's still inside you, mind you). he came all over your ass a few moments later, then he carried you to his leather couch.

~~~

"where the fuck are we?" endeavor muttered as he stood in front of an abandoned movie theater.

"this is where the tip said dabi would be," his right hand man, hawks, told him. they were both in their tactical gear equipped with war-grade guns & knives at their disposal. soldiers rushed out the back of van in a single file line & they branched off to surround the building. some hid within the trees & branches, others crouched beside the doors to the building, but they were all waiting for one thing; endeavor's command. "should we try contacting (y/n) to see if she's heard anything?"

"we can't," endeavor said shortly, it would compromise the mission if they reached out to you before the designated time. you've agreed to have a twenty minute rendezvous with one of your "co-workers" every three days at three in the morning. your next scheduled rendezvous would be tomorrow.

his walkie-talkie buzzed off, & one of the squad captains said, "team one, in position."

"team two, in position."

"team three, in position."

"team four, in position."

endeavor, after hearing each captain, responded, "team zero, in position. take initiative in three... two... one...!" the burly man kicked open the main entrance door then pointed his gun around, using the flashlight to scan the area.

on his radio, he suddenly heard, "we've found something in theater nine!"

"hold your position, i am on my way. any surrounding teams make your way towards theater nine."

he stepped over debris, ignored any graffiti on the wall, & noted just how dark the atmosphere got the further he went down the corridor. down the hall was a glowing number nine above the very end left door. the fact that there was still electricity running through the building made him wonder how long dabi has been using this place for deliveries. it made him upset that he was right under his nose.

for years he's been hunting this man, this mafia who always seemed to be two steps ahead of him. now? now he had the upper hand. he has the newest, strongest equipment. his men were in the peak physical condition with reaction times as fast as f1 drivers. yet why was it this easy? he couldn't help but wonder.

endeavor reached theater nine, hawks close behind. the rest of his team stayed out of the room for look out. the other teams were already in the theater, fingers on their guns' trigger. it made a few of them jump when the projector started. "there's a man up there!" one yelled, & immediately endeavor turned over his shoulder to shoot at the projector window.

the bullet shattered the window, narrowly missing the shadowy figure. a team was already in pursuit, the captain speaking through their radio to let the others know. the projector was still running, & a voice caught endeavor's attention. his breath hitched, eyes narrowed.

"hello, endeavor~" greeted dabi, shirtless & coy as ever. "right on time, how did i know you were gonna be here?" he taunted, & endeavor noticed dabi's icy eyes darting down then back to the camera. all that was in frame was his upper half, a grand bookshelf in the background. his arm rested stretched out on the back his sofa. the other was in his lap.

"now before you leave & try to take this film for whatever, i wanna give you some peace in mind. my initial plan was just to blow all of you gullible fuckers up, but your cute little spy begged me not to, so you all better thank her. bad news though, you're not gonna see her any time soon," dabi sighed with fake sadness.

whispers erupted from endeavors soldiers. "(y/n)? is he talking about (y/n)?" "fuck... you don't think he..."

"don't get you panties in a twist, she's more than alright. i take good care of her. honestly, i should thank you for sending her right to me. when we get married, i might invite you to the wedding~" he cackled, & a cough was heard through the video. dabi suddenly looked down & yanked something, no, someone up. the back of your head was seen on the bottom of the camera.

"you fucker," endeavor cursed, even though it would fall on deaf ears. he couldn't tear his eyes away from the video. he wasn't even studying it anymore, he was just listening in disbelief.

"i made this movie to... send a message, i guess you could say," he shrugged nonchalantly. he looked back down to you, & his eyes softened. "c'mere, princess," he whispered, & as though you were hypnotized, you climbed atop his lap. "face the camera, show everyone how pretty you are~" & you did as you were told.

gasps filled the theater, nearly everyone looked away & took off their helmets. "oh, my god," hawks said in shock, it just slipped out. he looked at his -self-proclaimed- partner to gauge his reaction. endeavor couldn't tear his icy blue eyes away from the screen. he was as stiff as a statue, breath held.

the camera zoomed out, & there you were in dabi's bare lap, he held your legs wide open. your eyelids drooped, drool made your lips glossy, & you were practically limp in his hold. goops of cum seeped out of your puffy pussy, there was ropes of his semen covered your thighs & lower stomach. hickeys & hand-shape marks bruised your skin. instead of yearning eyes, begging for help, you had a nearly lovesick smile on your face. gently, dabi kissed your head, pecking down to your cheeks & he said hushed sweet-nothings into your ear.

"don't ever try to spy on me again, endeavor. & don't try to save (y/n), she doesn't need it. i promise i'll take such good care of her~"

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Vox brainrot entry #1

(Part 2 fic)

A/N: I've been thinking about this all morning, and I want to talk about it and it's driving me crazy. I've never really ever shared anything like this ever, so I'm a bit nervous haha

CW: 18+ SFW - NSFW (marked as such), spying/voyeurism, gn reader

Disclaimer: This is purely fiction and is not to be applied to any real context. If someone is like this IRL, that is not okay.

- This man definitely watches you through whatever technology you have, and I refuse to believe anything less.

- In some fics, I've seen the reference to him spying on people through cameras but I mostly see it in yan AU fics where he is doing it to intentionally try to control and manipulate them. I think instead he does it because he's a pathetic simp. 💀

- Vox seems like he would be very much against directly pursuing anyone for romantic relationships due to how insecure he is underneath all of the egotistical bullshit he puts out at all times. This imo would manifest as also having a severe fear of rejection - especially if he does manage to get romantic feelings for someone else.

- Due to this, he spends a borderline obsessive amount of time watching the person he's attracted to without their permission as he's too chicken shit to seem *too interested* in them by actually asking them about their interests and things about yourself.

- At first it's just very rarely watching you - mainly after meeting up with you to see how you are after. He wants to see if you are happy or if you secretly hate the time you spend together with him because he is insecure as shit.

- It gradually becomes more and more frequent the more he falls for you, until it's a pastime watching what you're doing.

- He learns what your favourite things are, what you hate, what you do in your spare time, who your friends are, who your family are, etc. Etc. He knows just about everything you do in your free time.

- He will then use this information to try to get closer with you in everyday life.

- If you ask how he knows he will respond like he's just 'that good' at knowing what you like. You don't miss the way he starts sweating slightly as he's further prodded though.

- After you prod him for more on the subject he's going to be sitting in slight horror with his hands covering his face the second you leave.

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- It also begins to extend to watching everything as well the more desperate he gets.

- For a while, he refuses to continue to watch you if you start to take your clothes off as he feels like that's crossing the line even with his tendencies.

- But a mixture of his desperation and craving to see that gets to him.

- The first time he watches you get undressed, he's flustered as all hell, brain telling him to switch the feed off while the other part of himself is absolutely screaming in excitement over seeing your naked skin slowly being revealed to him.

- It becomes an extremely shameful tendency after that as he begins to watch more and more as it drives him absolutely wild.

- I just have the mental image of him sitting in his studio after-hours and watching you pleasure yourself while he does the same. Him being embarrassed as hell, filled with self-loathing about it, but still desperate to continue watching you arching and letting out whimpers and moans of ecstacy.

- I feel like if he saw you after these sessions he'd not be able to hold it together as well as he usually does when you pry into something to do with him secretly spying upon you. He'd be smiling a tense smile, little animated sweat drops on his face along with light blue flush across his cheeks as he stutters with glitches while being questioned about why he was acting up.

- Giving you bullshit reasons in his normally cocky tone that were so obviously bullshit you don't even need to squint at them to tell.

- If you pry into it he may just start error-ing.

Someone needs to put me down about him.

- Afterwards, he'd probably be mortified in private. I can see him laying face down while blue screening on the floor of his room out of embarrassment whining with his ego in tatters about failing so badly to fully keep his 'extra-curriculars' under wraps in front of you.

#hazbin hotel #vox headcanons #vox #vox x reader #vox smut #I may write a drabble pertaining to this maybe maybe #idk we'll see #im thinking about writing one where reader knows he's doing this and they use it against him to degrade him #i want this bitch w h i n i n g ✨️

[skinomyteethh]

I can’t stop thinking abt sub slash I need a fanfic if that’s possible.

₊˙♡﹗˚ ༘ moaning like a bitch

﹗pairing; slash x fem! reader

★🎸 summary: sub! slash :3

★ contains/warnings: sub! slash. dom! fem! reader. oral (f. receiving). handjob. mentions of degradation and praise. spelling/grammar mistakes maybe.

★ authors note: I'm so fuckin sorry for not posting in a while everything is so hectic rn.

✩ ᵕ̈ ིྀ ! due to his confident and laid-back stage persona combined with his heavy drinking habits and drug consumption many people believed slash to be an egotistical, dominating man, yet behind closed doors he was the complete opposite when he was alone with her. with [name] slash felt small, submissive, even delicate and dainty. it was strange.

he didn't know how or why he was feeling these things towards her, these sexual whims to follow her ever command to just appeared as soon as he laid eyes on her, he needed to be hers, desperately.

his bare back was against her semi-clothed chest. she trailed her right hand down his chest, caressing his bare skin, her left hand toying with his plethora of necklaces. shortly after, he right hand continued to trail down, gently wrapping her hand around the base of his cock. a soft, pleading whine escaped slash's lips at the newfound sensation.

[name] stroked him at an awfully slow pace, his whines and moans filled the previous silence of the bedroom. her soft, warm hand trailed up from the base to the tip of his cock. it was a dark red hue, dribbles of pre-cum leaking from the slit, trailing down towards his neatly shaven base. his mouth was opened a-gape, continuous plead escaping his plump red lips.

he fidgeted at the pleasure, his hands clawing at the now messed up white bedsheets. slash felt absolutely pathetic, so vulnerable. he was moaning and crying like a bitch, it was truly an incredible, lustful sight. her warm lips pressed softly against his ear, muttering a myriad of praises as well as degrading words and expressions.

'you're such a good boy for me' , and 'you're a pathetic little bitch' were just some of the many praises and degrading words that escaped [name]'s lips and were directed at him. despite the words being rather simple they turned him on so much and only pushed him closer and closer to the edge.

the pace of her stroking abruptly quickened, lewd sounds of his pre-cum getting smothered up and down his length, causing it to glisten beautifully. slash rested his head back against her shoulder, biting his bottom lip, his brown eyes half-lidded, he seemed overcome by lust.

his hands reached up to her forearm, clawing at it as the pitch of his moans began to rise. slash's eyes trailed to her lips, his plump ones parting as he attempted to catch his breath, [name] innocently smiled at him, leaning her head down. the two shared a messy kiss, spit streaming down the their chins. he pushed himself back against her, bucking his hips.

a multitude of curse words escaped his lips and without warning spurts of thick, white cum spilled from his cock, landing on slash's stomach and chest area as well as the palm of [name]'s hand. he panted, breathlessly, glancing up at her as she deliciously and rather pornographically licked his cum off of her palm, somewhat savoring the slightly salty taste. her clean left hand grabbed his chin, moving his head up, passionately kissing his bitten pink lips.

throughout the span of the kiss he could faintly taste his own cum. he moan slightly at the flavor, pulling away from the kiss. a string of saliva now connecting their tongues as they parted away from one another. slash then placed a hand on her shoulder, making her lay down against the mountain of pillows.

he slotted his head in-between her plush thighs, gripping the flesh. his pink tongue stuck out of his mouth as he licked a stripe from her clit down to her entrance, continuously focusing his tongue on her sensitive clit. once again praises escaped her lips, her hands, tightly grasping onto the roots of his curls, grinding her hips against her face.

slash simply laid in place, letting her somewhat ride his face and pleasure herself. her pleasure-filled moans encouraging him to maintain his position, maintaining his face shoved in between her folds. eventually, slash inserted his tongue into her entrance. his face became an even bigger mess, [name]'s arousal not only coating his lips now but also his chin and up to the bridge of his nose.

with every thrust of his tongue or bump of his nose against her clit, and even every kiss he planted on her fluttering cunt inched he closer and closer to an anticipated orgasm. he pulled his tongue out of her entrance, now licking her clit over and over, stimulating it, causing her to finally release all over his face.

a small smile crept up on his face, placing a plethora of kisses along her jawline. the kisses were innocent, unlike their previous actions. this night was surely one to remember, and maybe being subby wasn't so bad.

#fanfic #:3 #smut #gnr x reader #gnr fanfiction #guns n roses smut #guns n roses #slash gnr #slash fanfiction #slash x reader #gnr imagine #gnr fic #gnr smut #saul hudson #guns n roses x reader #guns n roses fanfic #guns n roses imagine #gnr #dom fem reader

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

A Blue Lock Darling that's brought in as an incentive for top-scoring teams and players, with their ability to have them as a form of stress relief. Ego knows very well how a bunch of athletes at peak stress need multiple channels to let it out, and much like the nicer facilities and meals it's a way to dangle some creature comforts in front of them.

Darling was just expecting to intern at this amazing cutting edge sports complex, and now they're being thrown into a dorm full of incredibly pent-up men off an adrenaline high of winning a match.

Barou refuses to allow any other team members near his Darling, and since he's the only one who scores on his team he doesn't have to. He's his usual egotistical assholish self but she turns out to be the only one he's NOT rude to 100% of the time. A king's gotta have a confidant, right? Unfortunately he gets way too rough when he's upset and doesn't feel much sympathy after he fucks her and clears his head. She's there to serve him, just like everyone else.

Nagi initially just has her play video games to grind for items and shit while he's at practice, but he decides that since he has the opportunity now, he'll see what it's like having someone besides his hand touching him for once. Now that he's learned what frustration is, he's glad he's got Darling to help him work it out too.

Rin ignores Darling until he's done practicing, and he always has her service him, massage any sore muscles he's got, and then goes right back to ignoring her. He's got one goal and that's surpassing his brother, and she has one goal: taking care of him.

Kunigami's on the opposite end of the spectrum in that he's very caring towards Darling. He's an aspiring Hero, after all. He'd try his best to respect her boundaries, only slipping a little whenever he can't take having her right up against him in his bed and needs a little relief. He always asks if he can be with her, and if she refuses he just touches himself next to her. He'll groan a small apology in her ear after he cums, and then pull them close to fall asleep.

Aoshi's SO nervous, even more than usual. He's never been with a girl and now he just...HAS one! And she's on his bed! What if he does something or says something stupid and she laughs at him? What if she doesn't like him? Does he have to introduce her to his family? Aaaah what does he do? Tbh she spends most of her time comforting him than doing anything sexual. Over time he starts to genuinely fall for her because she's always there for him (...because she has to be lol) and when he DOES get the confidence to try something more forward, he's still a clingy puppy of a man the entire time. He's cuddling them like usual and just starts rubbing against her, whining and begging to just let him do this for a bit. He'll make you feel good, too! Just a few minutes, ok? You're so pretty and sweet, and he's never had a girlfriend before...w-well, you're not really a girlfriend since he "won" you...but can he call you his girlfriend? Please?

#tw: dubcon #tw: noncon #.blue lock #yandere blue lock #.rin #.aoshi #.kunigami #.nagi #.barou #fem darling #.myshit

[izvmimi]

there was a time where oliver aiku used to love discussing his love life in interviews. for some people all press is good press, and the reputation of being a ladies' man, called anything from a casanova to playboy to straight up rake, rarely upset him. in fact he reveled in it, delight in his mismatched eyes whenever reporters would tease out the details of his most recent rendezvous. models, actresses, the occasional influencer who gave him what she marketed on only fans for free...

he loved to discuss all of it. after all, what egotistical man shies away from discussing his conquests?

but this time, once the subject comes up of who he's been last seen in the media with, all he can think of is you, and your smile, and the loving way you've wrapped your arms around the second-highest grossing actor this year. once lauding his success and status over you, you're far out of his reach, cavorting with stars that out-league him.

he should have seen this coming. he always knew that you were beautiful, after all. even when you cried as he dumped you for easily accessible pussy, expecting that your crush on him since childhood would last for the rest of your life.

oliver breaks hearts, he doesn't get his heart broken.

"so, it seems like you continue to live up to your reputation, with no less than six prominent characters you've been entangled with recently. can you tell us what the rumors are?"

oliver smiles, palm scratching at the scruff on his chin. he remembers that you'd once told him he needed a cleaner image and that possibly started with considering at least shaving for interviews. he hasn't done that today - in fact, he hasn't done anything for you, has he?

"no comment," he jokes. "i don't kiss and tell."

the reporter, a man this time, grins in the way that men who size each other up by how wide they manspread or how big their dick is or how much money is in their pocket does. but oliver's grip on the armrests of his chair tightens. he's begging internally for the topic to change, any way to avoid digging himself into a bigger pit than he already is.

the last time he saw you in person, you were breathtaking. was it revenge that made you truly blossom or is the regret of the fact that he can no longer have you transformative?

"fuck off," you'd said, promptly, the moment you saw him standing at your door in the middle of the night. there was a time, when you were high-schoolers that you only spoke to him softly; there was a time, in your early 20s, where he could simply smile sheepishly at you, pushing shaggy hair back and you'd believe anything he said.

"aren't you happy i came to you first this time?" he'd been quick to answer. the joke doesn't land, and for the first time in forever, you don't even crack a smile.

he remembers telling you he had options, and realizing that in truth, you were always the one who could aim higher.

"you can do better," you remind him of his own words. your face is still made up, you're back from a photoshoot. your career soars and his stays stagnant. he's trying his best, he's not lacking in skill, but for now your star shines far brighter.

he didn't tell you then, couldn't bring his mouth to utter the words, but it's not true.

he cannot do better than you.

oliver grins, and pushes the thought of you out of his mind.

oliver, the man who cannot fall in love, gives the public what they want.

#oliver aiku x reader #oliver x reader #bllk x reader #daydreams: bllk #mimi's notes #cw breakup #cw toxic

[rorichuu]

☆ MIDAS x TROPHY-WIFE!READER ☆

trophy wife definition — a young, attractive woman who is the wife of a rich and successful older person and acts as a symbol of the person's social position.

┆rori's note: been MEANING to write for midas... this also ties in with jealous!midas as well... i hope i wrote him how you guys expected :) also here is what i think his voice sounds like, either that or matthew mercer (leon kennedy va) 😩

┆disclaimer/tags: ♯ smutty , more modern . . . you two are at an exceptionally boring party and midas takes you away from keeping appearances. ୨୧ˊˊ

Your fingertips held the glass gently in your hand, allowing the sparkle of the champagne to invite your empty gaze. You let out a small sigh, lifting the glass to meet your lips as you took a long sip.

You loved your husband, and these parties and events highlighted his successes and rich opportunities to grander prospects... but the small talk and side-eye gaze from other women was enough to slowly kill you. Your lip pouted as you slumped in your seat, the crackle of the fireplace being the only centering element in the room thus far until a hint of gold captured you, eyes flickering over to your husband with a knowing smile.

Midas had worn a suit, much more formal than he would have preferred... but he knew what these events took. You noticed he had given his final remarks before parting, approaching you. Midas took place behind you, each hand resting on either side of your chair as he leaned above you. "Hello, my love," he murmured in a low rumble, his voice hinting at exhaustion from the socialization... but he always made time to speak with you. "Quite exciting over here, isn't it?" He spoke sarcastically, making you roll your eyes and gently slap his arm.

"Just riveting," you spoke back, the both of you shooting back snarky remarks. Midas lifted his hands from the chair, walking to the side of you before gently caressing the nape of your neck. You shivered. "I'm tired of sitting pretty." You spoke as politely as you could, knowing your status was purely to make Midas look good... though, he denied it through his sincere devotion to you.

"Can't be too tiring if you're lovely all the time." he gave a soft smile before breaking his gaze from you, eyes scanning the party. Everyone seemed well-occupied, chatting over fine platters and tipsy cocktails. A sigh left him, chest rising and falling noticeably.

You kept your gaze on him, pouting before leaning more into his touch. "Do we have to stay?" You asked, voice hushed but loud enough for only Midas to hear. A smirk flickered over his lips as he looked down at you, his expression almost condescending.

"Why? Can't take another hour?" Midas knew his effect of teasing you, hand still caressing the nape of your neck as you nodded. He hummed in response, parting his gaze from you once more to look over the party. "A moment, my love." His hand parted from you before it slid down your arm, lifting your hand to gently kiss your knuckles... and before you knew it, your husband was gone.

You groaned, frustrated at his empty words as you leaned against the palm of your hand... not too long after, you rose from your seat and approached a table. If you were going to stay for a little while longer, you figured you could make the most of it.

Giving a small smile, a taller—quite attractive—man shared a table with you. He raised an eyebrow.

"Y/n, I presume?" He spoke, voice full of uncertainty... you nodded. "Was wondering what an angel like you was doing at a party like this." A chuckle escaped him as you laughed back, cocking your hip out as you leaned against the table now. Advantage taken.

"Angel? You flatter," Tongue laced with false flirtation and interest, you continued the conversation... hoping you could speak loud enough for your husband to hear. "You must be? Ren, right?" You asked in question, observing his egotistical written name in his coat.

"Correct," he spoke, crossing his arms with a smirk. You felt a certain disgust rise up in your throat, but you choked it down... whatever you could do to get back at your husband and leave.

"I've heard of you," you spoke, a smile approaching your lips to appear as innocent as you could. You leaned up, pointing at him with your glass. "You worked for my husband a while back!" You beamed.

Before you could notice, Midas' ears pricked up, scanning the room for your face once more. His gaze darkened once he found you talking to another man; flirting with another man. He noticed it in the way you leaned in, your hand grazing the lining of his coat, the cock of your hip... his heart raced with an all-familiar fury. Midas was quick to excuse himself from his current conversation, his exit replaced with a hushed inquiry from his guests.

The sound of your husband's footsteps was enough to send shivers down your spine, your eyes widened a bit as his hand immediately found the small of your back. "Evening," he spoke, poisonous. You looked up at him, he wore a fake smile with an even faker tone. Bingo.

Ren froze up, a smile forced on his lips as he nodded his head in response. "Midas," his voice dropped to something more formal, stiffening his posture before placing his half-finished drink down and stole a glance at his watch. "Quite the party... but I’m afraid I must leave." He gave a quick smile before brushing down his coat.

"Yes, you must." His command ruled over Ren's decision, Midas' gaze boring into his before rushing out the door... what reputations do to a man.

Before you could react, Midas' hand fell from your back to your hips, tightening his grip before you could slip away. "Not so fast," he whispered, causing you to sigh and straighten your posture, avoiding his gaze. Midas continued to guide you with his arm wrapped around your waist, disappearing beyond a wall and away from the others. "What was that?" He looked down at you, watching as you fumbled and played with your fingers.

"We were just talking," you whispered, feigning innocence with that pretty little voice of yours. “I can sit pretty but can’t have a conversation?” You looked up at him through your eyelashes, raising a brow. Midas knew how you were acting, and he knew precisely how to straighten that out.

“Having a conversation is different than leaning over a table and running your hands over his chest,” His voice was low, eyes lidded over with something darker… you bit your lip as you leaned against the wall, pouting… but just when you began raising your hand towards his chest, he grabbed your wrist. “Don’t.” He warned. You tilted your head.

“Why not?” You shot back, furrowing your brows as Midas grabbed you by both if your wrists and pinned them above your head… his leg slotting perfectly between your thighs.

“Want to find out? You brought me this far, why not finish what you started?” Midas knew just how to bring you towards that tempting edge—you judged it by the thrum of your heart, the heat beating against your body as you shared hot breath. You let out a small whimper, biting your lip. Midas smirked, brushing nose-to-nose as his lips barely grazed yours. “Sounds like it.” Before you could properly think, your lips clashed with his, your husband letting out a small groan… you had him wrapped around your pretty finger.

The two of you were barely hidden behind a wall on the way to the upstairs story… thankfully, no one was impolite enough to snoop beyond the corridor. Midas was fit perfectly between you, one leg rubbed against your inner thigh as you rubbed down against him… he noticed this, parting from your glossed lips as you let out a small gasp for air. Midas was just as drunk off of you as you were on him.

“Quiet,” He demanded, locking eyes with you as his fingertips grazed your hip and further down your black dress. Your husband’s hand was held dangerously close to your panties, the pool of arousal coating his fingers with one swift movement. You hiccup, a low chuckle leaving his throat. “Angel. Quiet.” You bit your lip, nodding obediently as he nodded with you… that small gesture of praise enough to send you over.

Midas’ hands continued to explore the thin fabric beneath your dress, rubbing your clothed pussy with his thumb as he towered over you. His touch was intoxicating, the hush of the party just a wall yonder exciting you as you arched your back slightly. Your husband smiled, pleased with your expression alone. “Oh, you like that don’t you?” Upon hearing his praise, you whimpered in response, bliss washing over you as his hand move up to slip two fingers in your panty line. As his linked fingers held the fabric, he slowly motioned downward, on his knees as he kept eye contact with you. You were now completely exposed to him.

You squirmed, hips swaying before his hands gripped your hips. “Shh.” You knew your husband too well to not notice the risks he takes… this being one of them.

Letting the fabric fall down to your feet, his hands ran up your sides to grip your hips, breaking eye contact as his tongue slithered between your folds. Threatening to make noise, you held a hand at your lips, eyes shut closed as you pushed your hips closer to his mouth. Midas took that as invitation as his tongue ran circles around your clit, causing you to let out a small gasp. Midas’ hand massaged just above your hip, his silent moans muffled by your cunt… the coldness of the gold that painted his hands caused you to shiver.

You soon felt his right hand slowly fall from your hip, the other one stabilizing you while the other found your entrance… furthermore, he began to tease you as his middle finger slowly pushed in and out, causing you to whine. “F…fuck, Midas, just…” you begged, voice hardly audible and cracked. Midas hummed in response, knowing just what his wife wanted.

Your chest hiccuped once his two fingers began to work you open, his tongue busy lapping at your clit while you depended on him to keep your balance. His pace began to quicken, the heat blooming at your stomach began to knot up… your hips bucked against him, causing Midas to smile while he worked up the pace. Your head dropped, your hair falling in front of your face as tears began to prickle in the corners of your eyes.

Your hand was laced in his hair, gripping it with a fistful as he moaned against you… the feeling of your pleasure against his tongue and the pain of your touch enough to drive him dizzy.

Your dress was rolled up against the top of your thighs, Midas’ own doing from his wandering hands… he needed to feel you, all of you… and the way he sucked and kissed your puffy cunt you was enough evidence to show.

Your chest rose and fell, your breath quickening while your husband’s hands slowed and accelerated at your misery… your hand began to fall from your lips, a moan slipping, causing Midas to groan in response… your back arched as you felt your walls tighten around his fingers, releasing as he drank every last drop of your arousal.

Drunk off of your pleasure, you let out a small whimper, head dropping to look your darling husband in the eye. His mouth parted from between your legs, saliva and your release coating his nose and mouth making you flush. Midas let out a low chuckle, a smug smile painted across his face as he licked his lips.

“Fuck, baby,” he grumbled, lifting from his knees before his hand hooked beneath your chin, kissing you to get a taste of your own. It was slow and passionate, and your taste alone was enough to feel the returning pulse between your legs. Your husband broke away from the kiss, his tongue sliding over your lip. “Do you forgive me?” He asked, a hint of sincerity laced with his words despite his sarcastic manner. You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“Gonna take more than that.” You spoke, Midas taking the dark look in your eyes as a challenge… you let out a small gasp as your husband hooked his arms beneath your knees, lifting you bridal style as he began to walk upstairs. “What are you doing?” Disbelief changing your once blissed expression, yet Midas shrugged, despite the booming party below them.

“You said you wanted more, doll…”

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rorichuu!

#midas x reader #midas smut #midas fortnite x reader #midas fortnite smut #fortnite x reader #fortnite smut #king midas x reader #king midas fortnite #king midas #fortnite #midas returns #rorichuu!

[thecrustiestpurp]

Genius writing of Pavitr Prabhakar

They made an ass of a spiderman in theory yet he's my favourite out of all of them and naturally I'm thinking why.

Ignoring the aesthetic aspects like his sick design and his distinctive web slinging style. I think it's most interesting how they do this through the writing, the way they tackle his fatal flaw, his fat ego and blind optimism by creating a really sharp interval logic and communicating this within the space of 15 minutes.

We understand that his big ego is all earnest and out of naivite rather than him putting down others. He just so happens to be the best and perfect, and therefore everything is great for him. He was given a blessing at a very young age to be a spider and he happens to be good at it of course he's going to be prideful how can it not be. And why would he not gloat, he's a perfect guy perfect grades perfect hair and he knows that makes him special. Especially considering the rest of the Spider-Verse, having a perfect one like Pavitr is unexpected so we're at least intrigued by him.

But why do we like him despite characters with perfect lives and a big ego typically being frustrated. Using his humour the writers made his introduction it as playful as possible so we laugh at how him you know. One of the first things he says is "being Spiderman is so easy" and knowing he's been at it for 6 months it's super funny. He's also relatable, the successes he points out, skipping working out because he has a perfect body, having a girlfriend her parents don't know about, doing well in school are all things that are relatable to us especially if you're Indian, it feels like a real student who's living their best like. Also playfulness is maintained when they go to unglitch spots thing the collider scene, he treating it with even less seriousness "just another easy day of being spiderman" he says and is subsequently blown up - it's funny. We also can't get annoyed during that scene really being invasive to Miles' attempts and channelling the electricity so he's not being frustrating to us or to Miles, just a little naive. We can get humour from it but we also understand this as a flaw too because of the dramatic irony, we're hinting that he's not supposed to think this way.

They also give him the nice internal logic making his mindset sympathetic by testing it within the movie. In the saving India scene, what's most notable is the line "I can do both" turning his idealism into tragedy when he's faced between saving his girlfriend and saving his girlfriends dad. The surrounding microelements and whatnot making the atmosphere feel dire which contributes to the tragedy. But it's that were seeing the life that he easily lives turning on its head. His mentality given definition as a this it will work out so long as I do it, a noble origin for his confidence. Though he knows he's special but he doesn't think he's any more valuable. "do both" showing no real bias towards to what directly affects him - he can empathise with his girlfriend and recognise loosing her and her dad would be devastating. He's not egotistical like thinking he's better than others, he's empathetic and values the people he saves as well as the people they value. The words "do both" colours his saving as this as being an overexertion, he's unaware of what he can't do solidifying his perspective of viewing this as easy coming from a place of naivite. Additionally he has to be the one to save people - "I can do both" - and this is why being Spider-Man is easy for him, it has to be. This all makes him more understandable and the fact this is clearly failing him and tragically makes him sympathetic. Moreover, we care about the love for his girlfriend and for his people because it was fun hearing him explain it earlier so its even more sympathetic that he's loosing what he loves. I think this also stops being a careful what you wish for where we could reproach him because of the scenery we understand him to have.

It seems more he does everything because he's so loving, and he just so happens to be blessed and stuff. Which is super enjoyable to watch! and this burst of characterisation happens in like 20 minutes so like wowowowoowwwowoowowowowow

Anyway, this isn't the greatest most insightful analysis but I just had to ramble about my favourite boy!!

#acrossthespiderverse #spiderverse #spiderman #pravitr prabhakar #found a new character to be fixated on #pavitr i love you sm

[selineram3421]

Dodadodadoo-

Temporary Control

Part 1

Prolouge

Alastor X Fem Reader

Warning! ⚠

⚠ using she/they for reader, cussing, fluff, soft Alastor, kisses. ⚠

Alastor was attending an Overlord meeting.

He sat in one of the chairs, making sure it was a comfortable one. The others trickled in slowly, talking with one another to catch up or trying to start a fight.

The smile on his face widens into a wicked grin when a fight did break out.

"You piece of shit edge lord-!"

"Who are you calling edge lord!?"

It soon breaks up when another yells at them into submission.

Like two children being scolded. He chuckles at the thought.

Then Vox enters.

Alastor's smile is strained as the T.V. Demon sits across from him.

Of course he would.

The other two V's took the seats on either side of their companion. Velvette on her phone and Valentino lighting his vulgar smelling cigarette.

"Oh goodie, everyone's here.", Lucifer says walking in.

The others still standing quickly go to get an empty chair.

"Its just the usual, regular check ups and keeping track of population on territory.", the King says as he walks over to his chair. "A good amount of demons died this year."

The Morningstar sat down and looked down the table.

"Who's first?"

The meeting wasn't anything special. It was like any other before, just keeping numbers on demons and reporting anything of importance.

Alastor just sat back and waited to give his report.

.

Vox was glaring at the Radio Demon, arms crossed and tapping his foot underneath the table.

What makes him so great? He thought with a huff. He's just a conceded, self absorbed, egotistical cannibal who's still stuck in the past and cares for no one but himself.

The red demon across the table ignores the glares, checking his claws instead.

He's not fit to keep them. The T.V. demon decides, beginning to think of ways to drive her away from Alastor and into his arms.

The meeting finishes quickly, nothing too interesting or new.

Vox continues to glare as the man in red stands from his chair and leaves the room, screen starting to glitch out and crash.

"You're gonna have to start up again if you stare too long.", Velvette comments after glancing over.

"Shut up.", he grumbles.

"Oh what hate can do to a demon.", Valentino says, blowing out smoke. "If I wasn't any wiser, I'd think you're in love."

"SHUT UP!"

"Oho~ He is! But not with the red man!", the social media demon says, placing herself on the table and shoves her phone toward the moth, showing him who. "Its this pretty little hourglass!"

"Damn it Velvette! I said shut up!", Vox stands up and tries to take her phone.

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE BITCH!", she growls, quickly rolling off the table and away from the T.V. Demon.

The two fight over the phone and the moth demon just lets out a sigh, taking another drag from his cigarette.

After shoving Velvette's annoying face away, Vox leaves the two and walks out of the meeting room, hissing out curses while stomping out of the building.

His screen starts glitching again when catching sight of the damn deer demon again.

Fucking piece of crap!

.

You were helping Alastor with looking for spell books in the library.

He had just come back from an Overlord meeting and you noticed he looked a little tired, so you suggested to read together. With a smile, the demon in red accepted the invitation and walked into the library with you.

Now both of you were looking for books for each other.

"I don't think Charlie would have any books of witchcraft or voodoo in here. It is the library for guests.", you say, still looking anyway.

"I suppose you're right.", the radio demon says from the other side of the library. "But maybe you'll find something even more interesting while looking."

You're surprised when he appears out of the shadows with a small stack of books in his hands.

"I found your books darling.", he says and passes them over to you.

"I didn't find yours yet.", you pout.

Alastor quickly but gently held your head and tilted it up, using his thumbs to turn up the corners of your lips.

"Forgive me my little hour glass but you're pouting.", he says and places a kiss on your forehead. "Read me one of your books instead?"

You oblige and turn to head over to the seats nearby. The deer demon holds your hand as you read one of Edgar Allen Poe's poems out loud. Later, he walks you back to your hotel room and both of you make plans for a date.

Finally arriving at your door, both of you turn to face each other.

"Good night.", you say softly.

"Sweet dreams my darling.", he replied with a smile and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

You wave at him before entering your room and closing the door. Now in your room, you take off your shoes and get things ready for bed, turning on the radio on your vanity.

It's just the thought of you

The very thought of you

My love~

The radio plays a favorite of yours as you get into bed, letting the song lull you to sleep.

Sorry this is so late! I've finally written down the notes for this and I'm going to post the next part soon-ish? Soon.

~Seline, the person.

Part 2

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[pattypanini]

Lay All Your Love On Me

Chapter 1- Trust Fund Baby

Josh Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 2,257 (Short one, sorry guys)

AN: Hi everyone! Here is the first chapter of Lay All Your Love On Me from me and @mar-rein12! We hope you enjoy and please leave comments or feedback, we want to learn on what we can do better. This is a short one so prepare for more chapters soon!

Warnings: 18+, Angst, Flirting, Cursing, Degrading, NO smut yet... be prepared for the near future though.

Late March 2023- Spring Semester- Junior Year

“Okay let's run that scene one more time. We're gonna pick up with y/n’s first verse and continue through it. And please, more passionate guys give me some emotion. And 5, 6, 7, 8…”

The instrumental begins to play and you prepare yourself for the worst scene with the most insufferable guy you’ve ever met, Josh Kiszka. You get uncomfortably close to him, getting ready for one of the more enjoyable parts, pushing him into the artificial rock wall. He takes an extra step towards you, closing the gap even more. You push him hard and begin to sing and Josh gives you a cocky ass grin as he props his body up against the wall, watching you intently as you walk towards him. He’s disgusting.

You reach up to grab his face. Slowly, but painfully, you drag your hands down his chest not being able to ignore his toned body beneath his thin, white shirt. Without a doubt, your disgusted look was written all over your face and was easily recognized.

“CUTTTT. Stop the music.” Dr. Coleman, the director shouts, slamming her papers onto the table in front of her.

The music stops and Josh lets out a frustrated groan and both of you turn to Coleman who is furiously walking towards the stage, flailing her arms.

“What the hell was that? Sky and Sophie are madly in love, you both look like you're about to throw up on each other. We have been working on this since February and you guys still can’t get your shit together.” She slams her hands on the stage looking up to the two of you.

You look to Josh to get a read on him, seeing if he agrees or not on what Dr. Coleman just said. Turning to him, inconspicuously, you see a look of annoyance.

Since freshman year Josh has always thought he was the best thing since sliced bread. He thinks he should either have the lead role, or that the other actors around him weren’t good enough to work “alongside him.” And that may lead back to the fact that his daddy gives a generous deposit to the music department at the University of Michigan every year for the musicals. Josh has always been told that he's been the most talented man anyone has ever seen, by directors, family, and many others. But to you, he was just an egotistical, trust fund baby. 

“I don't even want to see the crawl, something needs to be figured out here before we move on next week. There is no chemistry or love, I'm not buying a bit of it. We're done for the day, rest up for next week everyone.”

As everyone begins to clear out Josh looks at you and furrows his eyebrows, “Yeah mama, why don’t you love me?” His hands clutching his heart. “Show me some love y/n.” A shit-eating grin plastered across his face. 

“Fuck you.” You mutter under your breath as you walk away from him. 

“I know you want to.” You hear from across the stage while grabbing your stuff. Without looking, you knew his body would show he was enjoying the moment way too much. Cocky little shit.

“Y/n, get back here. Rehearsal is not over yet for you two,” The director motions to Josh. “We have a long weekend since everyone is off on Monday, so you two NEED to build a connection with each other, hangout or something, or else someone is losing their part.” She says sternly and begins to walk away leaving you two to talk it over.

“... Its not gonna fucking be me, so you better start lovin’ on me, y/n.” Josh whispers, feeling his warm breath against your ear.

“In your dreams, Kiszka.” Rolling your eyes towards him, grabbing your bag and leaving before this situation could get any worse. 

As you walk back to your dorm late that night, you prepare to be interrogated by your curious roommate, Charlotte. Putting in the pin to your dorm you walk into the shared living space and see Charlotte working on her English paper that she, of course, pushed off until the last minute. 

“Procrastinating again I see?” You joke as you put your backpack near the door. 

“Of course, what else would I be doing? But now I have an excuse to stop because I need to know the tea. How was the rehearsal?” She says shutting her laptop and turning herself to you on the couch. 

You debated lying to her and just saying it was good and move on, but you needed to rant.

“Pretty awful actually. I’m being threatened that my role might be given to someone else.” You flop onto the couch next to her. 

“What! Why? I thought you were perfect as Sophie?” 

“I am.” You try not to sound cocky. “But my ‘love interest’ and I don't seem to have the connection the director is looking for.”

“Josh Kiszka?” She says with a smirk.

You roll your eyes, knowing what's about to happen.

“But he's sooo hot, how could you not be attracted to him? I’d kill to be in your position right now.”

You weren’t going to lie. He was a very attractive man, but he's so stuck up.

“He’s such a dickhead, Charlotte. He's too cocky for his own good. And I know that if the chemistry isn’t there it'll be my part taken away, not his, since his dad practically buys his parts for him.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“The director wants us to get to know each other and form some type of ‘connection’ but I don’t see that working out.” You scoff.

There is a moment of silence before it is broken by Charlotte's horrifying idea.

“You guys could fuck, break the tension a little, you know?” She says elbowing you in the side.

“WHAT, no fucking way. I don’t want to even kiss him in scenes, let alone fuck him.” You think about the idea and have to physically stop yourself from gagging. You cringe, as a shiver travels down your spine.

“Well I would gratefully take the part from you to get a little Josh action, or from any of the Kiszkas.” She giggles. 

You begin to think about it and a pang of jealousy washes over you. You didn’t know why, but you didn’t like the feeling. 

“I’ll figure it out, I might have to be the bigger person and reach out to him over the weekend.” 

You grab your bag, dropping it off in your room and walk to your bathroom, needing to cleanse yourself of the negative energy from tonight. As you begin to take off your clothing, you think about what Josh would look like without his shirt on during the actual performance. 

It's one thing to feel what's underneath, but seeing it is another. Subconsciously, you get a shiver all over your body, hardening your nipples. What is going on?  You never thought about him like this. Maybe because you really never thought about him much at all?

Freshman and Sophomore year had been a breeze, only having to play side characters, but this is your first main role as Sophie. 

When Coleman came to you before winter break and told you about the spring musical that would be put together by her with her ‘best students’ you got excited. You were happy to be considered one of her best. You studied that movie and musical all until the last moment before auditions that were held a week before winter break was over. They were very small due to the limited people chosen to get a chance at a role. You and Sophia ‘Bitch’ Michaels, or that's at least what everyone in the theater department liked to call her, were trying out for Sophie. When the cast list was posted on the department's website, you were ecstatic. But some weren’t. You got many threats from Sophia that night, but that was shortly followed by you blocking her number. 

Not having many roles in romantic plays you were inexperienced, but in real life, it was no problem. Most weekends, you often wake up to new, unfamiliar faces in random beds, but it wasn’t any secret. You wanted to have fun in college and get experience with lots of people, and didn’t mind that people knew. 

You wondered if Josh knew. But why should you care? You never cared if anyone else knew, so he's no different. You hop into the shower, having many thoughts about the night and what would happen in the future. As you finish rinsing the soap off your body, you wrap yourself  and hair in a towel. You step out from the shower and scurry back into your room.

Your room showcased you perfectly. Many posters of your favorite musicals and some dance awards you earned throughout highschool. You connect your speaker to your phone and play some music quietly to not disturb Charlotte from her work. As you close out of Spotify you look to see one notification on messages. 

11:12pm Josh: So do you want to figure this out or do you want me to text Coleman now and start looking for a new lead, or do you want to do that yourself?

11:16pm y/n: Simmer down Josh. It's not my problem, I have to work with a pretentious piece of shit! 🙂

11:18pm Josh: Someone seems to be bratty this time of night.

11:19pm y/n: Did you text just to be an ass or did you actually have something important to say?

11:22pm Josh: Well I was going to see what you wanted to do about this so we don’t have to find someone new for your part.

You scoff at the fact that he's so confident that it would be you getting booted.

11:24pm y/n: Oh so you don’t want me gone, is that so?

11:27pm Josh: I just don't want to have to learn how to work with some new moron that doesn’t know how to act for shit.

11:28pm y/n: Aw so cute Josh, you admitted I can act 😘

11:30pm Josh: Don't get a big head y/n. So what do you want to do?

You sat there and thought about it for a moment, and it always went back to Charlotte's comment earlier. 

“You guys could just fuck, break the tension a little you know?”

11:39pm y/n: Do you wanna go out or something? We can go to that bagel place down on the main street, their everything bagels with lox are so good.

11:41pm Josh: That's so cute y/n, you wanna go on a date with me? 😏

11:44pm y/n: Well do you have a better idea?

11:48pm Josh: You can come to my place, work on some stuff. We can watch the movie so you can see what real passion and love looks like, seeing that you’re the ‘campus slut.’

God he's awful, but this role is important to you. 

11:51pm y/n: Jealous that you don’t get any Josh? Are you pussy deprived?

11:57pm Josh: So when do you want me to send the text to Coleman? Now or do I wait til tomorrow?

11:58pm y/n: Fine, when do you wanna do it? 

12:01am Josh: Tomorrow at 8. I live in the apartments next to the dining hall, apartment 322. My brother will be gone at band practice, so we will have the place to ourselves. 

12:03am y/n: Okay, and how long will he be at ‘band practice’ for?

12:04am Josh: Well his BAND PRACTICE is from 8-10, and then he’s staying at his friend, Scotts, apartment for the night to work on some music or something. 

12:06am y/n: Was that orchestrated by you?

12:07am Josh: I’ll see you tomorrow at 8, goodnight.

As you stare at your phone, you are in disbelief at the conversation you two just had. There was tension, and not the kind you had expected. As you sit in your towel, you're brought back to reality when you realize Heartbeat by Childish Gambino is playing.

“I might just text you”

You thought over how he was making you think and feel…

“Turn your phone over”

Things you didn’t want to feel from him…

“When it's all over”

You had a feeling of desire…

“No settling down,”

A feeling of wanting to be desired…

“My text go to your screen”

Specifically…

“You know better than that”

From Josh Kiszka.

“I come around when you least expect me. I’m sitting at…”

You quickly shut out of Spotify knowing that was your sign that you were done for the night. You change out of your towel and into your Michigan T-shirt and plaid PJ pants. 

You walk out to see if Charlotte had retreated to her room or was still working on her paper to share what had just happened. 

“You still working, Char?”

“I think I’m done for the night, I’ll take the points off for not having citations.” She laughs while closing her laptop. “ Did you reach out to Josh?”

“No…no not yet. We’ll see what happens tomorrow, I guess.. Good night Char.”

“Night y/n.”

With that you tuck yourself into bed with one thought only, Josh Kiszka.

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[reveluving]

see you on thursday ; jeff sadecki x reader

summary: the future starts to seem brighter when Jeff reunites with a familiar face in front of the therapy clinic. 

warnings: bits of angst ; infidelity (teen!Jeff, not on reader), Shauna slander (sorry but it’s a habit at this point kdlsjsdl), your issue is unspecified in therapy (besides the plane crash), self-deprecating humour, Jeff's a little ashamed about therapy but you talk him through it. all in all, loads of fluff! 🩷

a/n: based on this ask because who am I to say no to this handsome? can't thank you enough for sharing with me this lil' idea and I hope to see more!! 💋 don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

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'But it was over. It was like a total reset, as if life was finally giving him the chance to be good.' ;

Jeff was the first to see you, and the second he recognized who you are, he immediately turned around, standing awkwardly in hopes that the girl he truly had a good relationship with back in high school didn't see him like this; from a well-off charmer to nothing more than a newly divorced man who has been seeking therapy for a few months or so.

Surely, that wasn’t her, right?

“Jeff?” His stomach flipped, cursing his luck. 

“(Y/N), hey,” He mentally facepalmed, embarrassed for eagerly greeting her even before his eyes landed on her, “Surprised to see you here.” 

“You're telling me,” You grinned, “You just finished your session today?”

“Yeah… You?” 

“Just got here,” You cocked your head in the direction of the entrance, “Running a little late, though. But it’s really nice seeing you. See you around!”

“Yeah, yeah, see you around.” His voice fell to a whisper by the time you entered the building. It all happened so fast, not a second was offered for him to just… digest whatever just happened.

You saw each other again a week later, greeting each other in a rush once again as it was Jeff who was running late to his session. By the time you bumped into each other again the third time, you realized your sessions aligned. 

Every Thursday, with Jeff's usually an hour before yours.

You had different therapists, though, with Jeff's specializing in his past mistakes and yours highlighting the uncertainties for your future. 

The first month of your reunion was nothing more than a quick chat in the waiting room or by the smoking area outside the clinic, with none of you dared to ask about the other's issue—the immediate sign of trust and comfort. 

Mustering the sheer courage to ask you out for coffee at a nearby café was hard, asking a particular question was harder, largely because he wanted to word it right. 

“You weren't like, scared?” He approached the topic ever so slowly upon questioning your decision to try therapy.

“I'd be lying if I said I wasn't,” You shrugged, swirling your cup, “Trust me, it took me a while. But I wasn't really getting somewhere, just thinking about it. I mean, having nightmares about being in a plane crash is one thing, who's to say there won't be a crazier, more traumatising thing than that in the future?”

He chuckled—he learned you had a knack for lightening up the mood for a topic you were still recovering from. 

But he also wanted to know one more thing. An embarrassing thought, but like you said; he wouldn't be going anywhere if he didn't at least voice it out.

“And you don't think it's a little weird to see me going to one? And me looking like this?” He motioned to himself from head to toe with a quirk of his brow. He didn't mean it in an egotistical way, not by any means. But he'd be lying to both you and himself to say he wanted to flee when he saw you after over a decade. 

“To be honest, I was kinda surprised you even recognized me at the centre.” He continued, the corner of his lips quirking half-heartedly.

“Jeff,” You said his name with a chuckle, and boy, was it the sweetest sound he had ever heard, “It’s the 21st century. If anything, I think you’re real brave for…” You motioned your hands around, hoping to find the right words, “Y’know, breaking the norm. Putting your fear and ego aside for potentially positive life-changing advice. And besides, I can’t forget a cute face.” 

Oh.

Ever since the bashful look growing on his face as he stared into his drink, you made it a point to compliment him often. Each is as genuine as the last. 

“Hey, we're scared of things we might not be aware of. Scared of making mistakes, whether we've done it before or not. But at least we know we're going through some shit. If anything, I'm a little more confident going to therapy, knowing that a familiar face is going there, too,” It was impossible not to mirror the smile on your face, albeit, yours more comforting than his, “We'll get through it. Together.” 

You meant it platonically. 

He knew that you meant it platonically. 

And yet, none of you could help it. 

It took a while to make your feelings explicitly known to each other, largely because both of you wanted to be better before taking the big leap. 

Your first true date, funnily enough, wasn't at your usual café. Much less of the milky coffee he'd get or the watered-down iced drink you'd opt for. Rather, he brought you to a quaint diner he had frequented during the last few months of his crumbling marriage with Shauna.

“Sorry about your divorce.” Somehow, Shauna became the subject in hand, but not in an awkward way.

“You didn’t even like her.” His tone wasn't accusatory but more so a lighthearted fact, paired with a knowing smile. 

“You’re right, I didn’t,” You responded with little to zero regrets, and so was the look on your face, “But you did. Love ain't easy to brush off.”

You were truthful yet considerate, if that made sense.

He knew that someday, the diner would play a big part in his life, even after he became a bachelor. It was one of the places he sought after if the house felt too stuffy, too awkward to be even in the same building as his ex-wife. Too many thoughts about her disloyalty, and soon enough, his own when he was a teen. 

He wants to be better. He always has since he and Shauna became a thing, when he became a husband, and he held onto that hope for too long, even when he saw that the relationship was hanging onto a thread. 

It was bound to happen. It was karma. It was the universe coming back to bite him in the ass, and he accepted it.

But it was over. It was like a total reset, as if life was finally giving him the chance to be good.

And he will, as he always has for years.

With the weekend rolling around, he didn't have to worry about closing his store in a rush to head over to your place. Not once has he ever come over empty-handed, especially with takeouts that would leave you with leftovers for the morning after. 

This time, he found you just about to carry a big box. 

“Whoop, whoop, hey. Hang on,” He tried to get your attention, picking up the pace without the risk of dropping the sets of lunch he had bought, “Let me get that for you.” 

“I can handle it.” You reassured, hands still holding the box but not lifted just yet.

“Nope. I'm not moving until you put it down.” He was dead set on helping you, standing in the middle of the walkway with a supposedly serious look. Still, you giggled—if he had dog ears, they would've definitely drooped. 

You fondly rolled your eyes, “Okay, okay. At least let me hold the food?” 

He relented, knowing he couldn't say no with the way you fluttered your lashes at him. He passed the bag of food to you so he could easily carry the box, but not before making a show by puffing his chest to hear your irresistible laugh.

As if that wasn't enough to make his heart flutter, you pressed your lips against his cheek, pulling back with a little ‘smooch’. A flush of embarrassment rose to his cheeks, and before he even realized it, a goofy smile made its way to his face.

“Thank you. One of these days, I'll make it up for your chivalry.” 

“I mean,” He was almost too shy to meet your gaze. Almost, “I won't say no to your kisses. They're kinda nice” 

He wanted to sound as nonchalant as possible, but he wasn't fooling anybody, and it showed when you playfully pouted. 

“Just ‘kinda nice’?” 

He huffed in amusement, and he didn't let himself mull over his own doubts when he quickly pecked your cheek, breaking away just as quickly before you could even enjoy his soft lips. 

“They're very nice.” He corrected, more confident and relaxed than before.

You weren't certain how long you'd been staring into each other’s eyes before you responded.

“Good, because I enjoy your pretty little kisses, too,” The stiffness in his shoulders had visibly eased. There was no way you could stop yourself from planting another one, this time, tiptoeing to kiss the tip of his nose. 

“Plus,” You turned around, heading to the door while speaking over your shoulders, “I have plenty.”

That seemed to have snapped him out of his moment of enjoyment, though the grin that you loved remained. He immediately jogged up to you when you held the door for him. 

Only to catch you by surprise by stealing another kiss before casually walking off to your living room with the box.

“I'm putting this on the table!” 

You were elated to hear the excitement in his voice. An indication that whatever you and Jeff were having from this moment on…

Was just the beginning.

˚ · . f i n . · ˚

Bonus:

If you're like me who's obsessed with aquariums, then I come bearing an extra!

Though your home was a lot smaller than Jeff’s, be it a one-storey house or a high-rise, it was also full of life. Thoughts and time were made into your decision-making in your decorations, not only to make your sanctuary pleasing to the eye but also, well, a sanctuary. A place where you sought comfort and safety. There has never been a day where he’s greeted with an environment of eerie silence; a funky jazz song played at low volume, random news playing on the TV, or just you humming a tune—an indication of a good day—there’s always a sign in your home that practically said; ‘this house breathes life’.

But after a rare busy day at the furniture store, he comes over at night. 

With the extra key you gave him, he opens the door. No TV, no radio, not even a hum. But you did call him over from the living room.

“In here!” Blue light illuminates from said room, and Jeff’s come over long enough to know it wasn’t any of your usual lamps, and paired with the sounds of water continuously running, he had a hunch of what it was. 

Still, nothing could’ve prepared for the sight before him.

He has seen your reef tank plenty of times, shallow and at a length that was almost half the size of the room, placed against the wall and away from the window. Granted, he’s only seen during the daytime, so he had never gotten the chance to enjoy the beauty of it at night. Plus, you had talked about how the tank, minus the fish, could survive with light and plankton alone, but you just liked to put some effort into something you loved.

Like today.

The corals and reefs were almost neon under the singular blue light—the only source of light at that moment. The gobies and harlequin shrimps seemed more active than what he was used to, especially with you feeding the ecosystem coral food with a turkey baster. Poised and calculated, no doubt this wasn’t your first rodeo.

“Hey,” You glanced up at him, eyes brighter and lit up under the unnatural light, “I’m almost done. We can eat in a bit if you don’t mind. Turn the TV on, if you want.”

He didn’t. He didn’t even glance at the remote, too focused on the lively set of life, all in the good hands of the person he couldn’t keep his eyes off of, such as now.

“Wanna help me out?” He blinked, too entranced that he didn’t even notice your head tilting up at him, and with a look like that, how could he say no?

He was extra careful, dipping the end of the baster close to a coral, the palythoas, only to express his amazement as the mouths began to close, capturing its food the way Venus flytraps would. The gobies, too, approached little by little, eager to be fed by the gentle stranger. You were glad that you weren’t even halfway into the feeding before he arrived, enjoying how happy he was to do honours.

The small space between the two of you grew little by little before there was none. Shoulder to shoulder before the two of you practically stayed glued to one another, watching over the ecosystem and pointing at almost anything and everything that was remotely happening in the tank. None of you were even sure when Jeff had his arms wrapped around you after they were all well-fed, but what both of you did know was that you stayed in each other’s arms for a long time.

a/n: they are so fucking cute together that I hate them.

a/n ii: don't let this puppy dog-eyed man fool you. you know damn well he's a freak in bed. we've seen it ;; gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

#— reve's reverie 🌹 #— reve's asks 🌹 #jeff sadecki #jeff sadecki x reader #jeff sadecki x f!reader #jeff sadecki x female reader #jeff sadecki x you #warren kole #warren kole x reader #yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets x f!reader #yellowjackets x you

[wing-ed-thing]

Hidan x Reader x Deidara Love Triangle Relationship Headcanons

Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns

𓆃 Hahahaha... what is there to say about being stuck between Hidan and Deidara than... good luck? Stay alive? Have fun never having a moment of peace ever again?

𓆃 They're both loud and obnoxious and don't really take no for a definitive answer and then they're both prone to violent outbursts so you're going to have your hands full.

𓆃 Hidan is going to make the first vulgar comment that comes to mind. Deidara is going to expect you to be impressed by the explosions he's setting off in your face.

𓆃 Deidara will probably be the most forwardly obnoxious. He's a talker and will try to talk to you every chance he gets.

𓆃 He'll use big words that he doesn't even completely understand himself, and bless you if he thinks you ever need any kind of help.

𓆃 Deidara loves explaining things, even if you already know them. He'll insist on taking tasks straight out of your hands and basically diving underfoot whenever he has a chance.

𓆃 If you're not paying adequate attention to him, you can count on Deidara to become petty and vindictive and set explosive traps for you. Whether he's purposefully blowing things up in your face or rigging "art pieces" at places you frequent, he's going to get your attention.

𓆃 (He particularly likes blowing a bird or a butterfly over and laughs when it detonates. It's Deidara's version of flirting. Like pulling your hair on the playground.)

𓆃 He loves your reactions. He almost enjoys getting yelled at, and seems to almost find amusement in running from retaliatory attacks. Although, it's a lose-lose situation, because if you react, he'll do it again. If you don't, he'll do something worse to get a reaction.

𓆃 Hidan is dropping corpses at your feet like a stray animal.

𓆃 He'll go through a phase of wanting to convert you to Jashinism. He calls it his "special interest," but if you ask him what that means, he doesn't actually have his answer for you.

𓆃 "Jashin forbit a man has a special interest nowadays," he'd complain at just about anything.

𓆃 During this phase, he'll try to almost "drop hints" that might make you interested in what he does. Hidan is almost convinced that you almost need to just be exposed to it more.

𓆃 To his credit, he asks you actual questions about yourself, but almost in a way akin to a bored child. And then at a certain threshold of boredom, he'll cut you off and start talking about a random thing that he's been clearly thinking about the whole time.

𓆃 Like is it normal to bleed for three days straight because he's got this thing on his shoulder that he can't reach and can you take a look at it for him and he's already taken his robe off.

𓆃 Of course, the real trouble comes when the impatience sets in.

𓆃 Whether you're interested in one, neither or both, with these two, there's going to be some friction no matter what your decision is.

𓆃 Selecting one or the other would end the triangle, but if you're holding off, you might incur quite the temper.

𓆃 The plus side is that Deidara and Hidan are both so egotistical the changes of them getting distracted trying to one-up each other rather than bothering you is high.

𓆃 A great way to buy yourself time while you're making your proverbial pro/con list is by giving them errands. Just send them to get things for you, and if they can do it together, that's even better.

𓆃 Finding ways to keep them busy and not bothering you is probably your best bet. No matter how attractive or charming you find them... you'll need a break.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

@sweetie-teeth

#hidan x reader #deidara x reader #naruto x reader #akatsuki x reader #naruto headcanon #naruto headcanons #naruto #deidara #hidan #akatsuki #naruto x you #naruto x y/n #reader insert #x you #x reader

[harveyb-wabbit92]

{R/n's ex-fiance shows up after having no-contact with her for years, thinking he could just move in and start back up where they left off.]

R/n, answering the door: What the hell are you doing here? and what's up wit' the U-haul?

Ex/n: Isn't it obvious? I've come back to you!

R/n: No.

Ex/n: Oh, c'mon are you still angry about that little hiccup?

R/n: Hiccup? You slept with my cousin two days before the wedding and ran off with them!

Ex/n: That's all water under the bridge baby, I'm all about you now.~

R/n, gags: Seriously, you're gonna make me puke!

Ex/n, looks R/n up and down: You're still looking good...even with the extra weight.

R/n: Wha-...I'm pregnant you dolt!

Ex/n: Pregnant?...Oh, I get it you got lonely without me around and decided to get a donor, makes sense who'd wanna make a baby with spoiled goods?

R/n, stares at him stunned: Excuse you?

Ex/n: Well, if you ask me, there's nothing more beautiful than a pregnan— *goes to touch R/n's belly*

Belial, appears and grabs his hand in vice like grip: Do it and you pull back a bloody stump.

Ex/n, pulls his hand back startled: wh-Who the hell are you?

R/n: Sorry, Ex/n. Lemme introduce you, this is Belial. My husband, and the father of this baby.

Ex/n: Husband?! I didn't hear anything about you getting married!

Belial: Of course you didn't, why should R/n have tell a poorly endowed cheating pus-maggot like you how her life is going?

Ex/n: We..well, b-Because she-

R/n: What, are you gonna say that "I love you"? Sorry to break it to you jackass, but that ship has long since wrecked and you have yourself to blame for it. Honestly, You should've seen this coming. It's pretty egotistic and delusional that you thought I'd wait for you after everything you've done.

Ex/n:

Ex/n:...This is bullshit!

Belial: No. What's bullshit is that ego of yours and thinking you could just move in with R/n after all this time.

Ex/n: Where am I supposed to live?!

R/n: I don't know and I don't care, go hug a cactus or something.

{Ex/n looked he was gonna lunge at R/n only for Belial to stand between then, Ex took a step back when he finally noted how much taller and bigger Belial was in comparison to his lanky frame, the larger man looked like he could pick Ex/n up and snap them over his knee like a twig.]

Belial: I think you should leave now, this whole situation is starting to piss me off... And trust me, you really don't want that.

[Belial briefly lets his projection slip allowing Ex to see his true form; Ex being the coward that he is went ghost white before running off the porch and ran passed the confused movers. The movers asked where to put Ex/n's things? and R/n made them put it all back on the truck and gave them the address of Ex/n's parents home and let them deal with him.]

#ultraman incorrect quotes #tokusatsu incorrect quotes #tokusatsu #ultraman #spark doll au #ultraman belial #ultraman belial x reader #afab reader

[eldritch-spouse]

Now I'm very interested in all the icons heats 👀 What's Cero's heat like? I love when characters who act dignified and in control losing it to their own basic urges

[I can't wait for people to shit on him in my inbox.]

TW: Verbal degradation; Cero is his own warning tbh.

Cero will occasionally take heat supressants.

The problem with that is, the larger one is, and the more powerful, the harder it becomes to suppress one's heats. Sure, you can brew a heat suppressor so potent that it muffles a Lord of Hell's rut, but that's not exactly cheap to make, it takes time, it's unreliable, unpredictable, and can have negative health consequences. Cero has been careful with his use of this treatment.

Usually, during heats, Cero has the manor mostly evacuated. He doesn't want anyone, not even his servants, to witness his sorry state. He knows he's going to peacock helplessly to anyone he sees, and that'll be the death of his ego right there. Cero, while not exactly a traditional nesting type, will surround himself with anything he's particularly proud of having, or things that represent his status, his honor. It's like a gross, self-flattering altar really.

Your marriage contract, if you still recall it, rushed and full of fervor as it was, had a vague clause about Cero's ruts. Said clause denotes that you are to follow any instructions related to it given to you in the future. And, even if you come to hate this (most likely), fact of the matter is you'll never have someone give you a more descriptive survival guide for their heats than Cero. The fear of uncertainty is null because everything you can expect is in those pages.

Pre-heat symptoms are subtle, but there. Most noticeably, Cero will become easily shaken by what people say about him. He'll grow obsessed with his looks and behavior, checking himself constantly, looking around like a crazy man. The demonlord becomes insecure, prone to petty outbursts over the slightest hint of offense to himself, and taking heavy blows to his self-esteem from a mere half-hearted insult. He's almost afraid of being around others, especially you. In fact, Cero will make himself very scarce around his Queen during this time.

At night, he orders the servants to arrange a guest room for you, and that's where you'll sleep for the remainder of his rut. Before you go to bed however, he shows up at your bedroom door and pushes towards you a neat file folder with several pages. You're ordered to read it, and he speed-walks away before you can see how sweaty he is. That is the file with all the information you need, as well as your schedule laid out for the upcoming days. All your personal needs are accounted for, and it's structured in a way that makes it look like nothing's even changed. You better make sure you respect the hours stated in those files, because if you're even a minute late with your timing, Cero will drag you into his room even if you scream bloody murder. One of the ways he stays sane is through keeping track of time, so you must always be on your toes.

Wear what he tells you to, bring him his meal after you eat, respect the breaks for basic necessities and sleeping. Show up at his room when the file tells you and listen to every little word he says- Or you'll get really hurt.

Although clouded in hormones, Cero behaves predictably. He expects reverence and timidity, complete obedience is demanded of you. Let it be known he has several whips, and there's a good chance he could use them during this time. If you manage to keep calm and respect these rules, you're treated to some egotistical sex for the most part, but you're also privy to some of the demonlord's more honest thoughts.

There are moments where Cero's confident attitude crumbles from the highs and lows of hormones. Moments where he'll throw himself at you on the verge of tears, naked, shivering with need- Begging you to tell him he's perfect, that you love him. Is he doing things right? Is he good enough? Do you want to fuck him? Is his cock any good? Is he half as immaculate as you? Pick your answers very carefully, because if you hurt him, Cero will take it out on you tenfold when he's no longer suffering a low.

When you leave his room at the scheduled hours, you'll hear Cero calling for you throughout the night. Sometimes they're sweet nothings, other times they're insults, degrading you- Why aren't you beneath him? As if you have anything else better to do, you whore. He doesn't mean them, and he says that in the files. You are to ignore him entirely. It's a bit hard to sleep when you can hear him fucking himself the whole night, but he specifies he needs those moments to... "Unwind privately".

Respect the schedule, stay obedient, and it'll mostly be fine. Go out of your way to be irresponsible and Cero will have to take over in his muddled state- Something you decidedly don't want.

#Cero oc

[clementine-writes-things]

Can you write a oneshot of what you think a first date with riddler would be like? (And maybe possibly somehow if I may suggest go a little smut)

Ooo! (That just autcorrected to poo wtf) This idea sounds so cute! :) I don't usually like having y/n and the fanfic character having sex on the first date, but I'll give them some background and stuff so it's not like meaningless sex yk? You'll see <3 Hope you like this! sorry if it's short or fast paced, juggling a bunch of things in life rnnnn! I hope I made it how you wanted it to be :( <3 xoxo

Summary: The Riddler (Edward Nygma) takes y/n out on a date after working up the confidence to ask them. He taps into his romantic side and makes it a sweet little date. But uh, things get a little hot and heavy when y/n calls him 'The Riddler'. Y/n doesn't want Ed to hesitate, they want him to show them who he really is.

Content Warning: Explicit language, smut, dom!Riddler, egotistical!Riddler, sub!Reader, HEAVY dirty talk, ed likes being called riddler, unprotected sex, oral reader!receiving, praising, aftercare, degrading, power/criminal kink?(y/n and riddler both think it's hot that he's a criminal and they're dating him)

Word count(not including summary and stuff): 2,768 (shorter than what I usually write I'm sorry! <3)

Songs for Inspo:

Moonlight - Kali Uchis

MONTAGEM PR FUNK - S3BZS (run the first 4 lines thru google translate to see just how SEXUAL this song is...hehe..)

LET ME SEE YA MOVE - Lumi Athena

THIRST FOR ME! - Lumi Athena

Lacrimosa - Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Ride - Sir-Mix-A-Lot

(bro said ":P")

'I'll leave your ass burning...'

Read below cut

Y/n and Edward had been friends for over a decade. The two of them went to the same school together as kids. Back then, they were inseparable, and that applied to how they were in the present as well. After Edward went into his life of crime, y/n knew they shouldn't stay friends with him. But, they couldn't stay away from him. Over the years, they suddenly realized that they weren't just friends. They loved each other. Edward, wanting to act on this, decided to ask y/n out on a date. And, much to his delight, they said yes.

Edward heard a knock at the door of his Riddle Factory.

"Edward? It's me, y/n." They said.

Quickly, he went to the door and opened it up. Letting them in, he closed the door behind them. He smiled, taking in their appearance. They wore (self insert). They looked amazing in the green light of his factory.

"Oh, Edward! It's beautiful!" Y/n said.

A table was set up, a white table cloth draped over it. Food, that looked like it was just prepared, sat on plates. A few candles were lit, illuminating the scenery, allowing y/n to see more of the area. Edward pulled out a chair, gesturing for them to sit down. Once they did, he pushed their chair in, sitting down as well.

"Well, I'll settle for nothing less than perfect for you, y/n." He replied.

"Edward Nygma, you're quite the charmer for a criminal mastermind." They giggled.

"I'm a man of many talents, what can I say?"

"And so humble!" They added sarcastically.

"Oh shush. Go ahead, eat. The food will get cold."

The two of them started to eat, the candle light creating a soothing atmosphere. Y/n took a bite of their salad, a blush covering their face when they looked up and saw Edward looked at them. Y/n jokingly covered their face with their hands, shielding them from his gaze. He chuckled, leaning forward and pushing them aside gently.

"There are plenty of things to look at in here, Ed." They smiled, taking a bite of their food again.

"Yes, but none as beautiful as you."

Y/n's eyes widened, taking a sip of water. They felt their face get hot quickly. Edward's gaze remained on them, breaking eye contact occasionally to take a bite of his food.

"This is really good, Ed. Thank you."

"Of course, y/n. I'm glad you like it. I figured making you dinner for a first date would be a good idea." He said.

"Mmm, that and if you go out in public you might get caught..?"

"That too. But, mainly the first point." He smiled a toothy grin.

The two of them continued to eat their dinner, smiling at each other every now and then. Eventually, the two of them finished up, Edward taking their plates and cleaning up everything. Y/n had insisted on helping, but he wouldn't let them. While they waited, they looked around, taking in the layout of the place.

"Where do you sleep? I don't see a bed anywhere." Y/n commented.

"Hm? Oh, it's upstairs." He replied as he finished cleaning.

"Why? You wanna see it?" He asked suggestively.

"Hm, maybe. That depends, what's gonna happen if I do?" They asked, grabbing his tie.

"Well, you are in my Riddle Factory. Maybe I'll ask you a few riddles?"

"Oh, exciting! My favorite type of foreplay! I love teasing my brains g-spot." They joked, laughing.

"Oh, haha. You're very funny. You're in my house. You expect me not to ask riddles?"

"Mmm, I guess that's true...Riddler..." They whispered in his ear.

Edward's eyes widened.

"Oh, y/n. You're starting something that you won't be able to finish until I let you..."

"And what if that's what I want, Riddler?"

Edward grabbed their shoulders, pushing them against the wall behind them. Instantly, he slammed his lips against theirs. He felt y/n's hands slither behind his neck, tugging gently at his hair. He groaned into the kiss, grabbing their hips and lifting his knee in between their legs. Y/n moaned, feeling his leg brush against the place they wanted him most.

"God, I've wanted to hear you moan forever." He gasped.

"Likewise..."

Without saying anything, Edward picked y/n up and brought them up the stairs, albeit with a little struggle since he wasn't exactly buff. Once they were up the stairs, Edward dropped y/n down on the bed and removed his jacket, tossing it on the ground. Y/n wasted no time, discarding all of their clothing until they were left in only their panties. Edward groaned, removing the rest of his clothes as well. Grabbing his hat, he went to toss it to the side, but was stopped by y/n.

"Leave it on..."

"Oh? And why is that?" He asked, placing it back on and crawling on top of them.

"Because, it reminds me of who you are..."

"And what is that, y/n?"

"A criminal..."

Edward smirked, trailing his hand down, grabbing their breast in his gloved hand. Y/n moaned, eyes gazing up into his. He chuckled, leaning down close to their ear.

"And you find it hot? Does knowing what I do make you wet?" He whispered.

"Oh, fuck...yes..."

"Hmm, and here I was thinking you were going to be vanilla. Now, you're underneath me, wanting me, The Riddler, to fuck you. Is that right?" He grinned.

"Yes, that's exactly what I want. You're my best friend, Edward. I love you so much. But, I know you aren't just Edward Nygma anymore. And I don't care. I love you regardless. I want you to show me who you've become." Y/n said, hand holding his cheek.

"I love you too, y/n. I always have. But, are you sure you want this?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

Edward nodded, taking a deep breath. Letting it out, he balanced himself on his knees as he ran a hand through his hair. Y/n watched him, smiling to themself. After fixing the position of his hat, he adjusted his green-tinted glasses. His dark, almost black, gloves hid the veins that were subtly popping out of his hands.

"Who am I?" He asked, looking down on them with his dark eyes.

Y/n smiled, sitting up straight. Slowly, they brought a hand up to his bare chest, running a finger down it. Their finger trailed all the way down to his v-line, tugging at the waistband of his boxers.

"The Riddler..."

The Riddler groaned, pushing them back against the bed. He leaned over them, planting kisses all over their skin. Wherever he could place his lips, he did. Y/n moaned after every kiss due to him biting at their skin every time. He trailed the kisses down to their waist, just above their panties. As he looked up at them through his tinted glasses, a small smirk tugged at his lips. He grabbed them and ripped them off, the fabric tearing as he did so.

"Hey wh-!"

"Shut up, I'll buy you more. I'm the fucking Riddler. I've got more money than you know."

"Oh? So you're gonna spoil me?" They smiled.

"I guess you could say that..." He grinned.

Diving between their legs, The Riddler wrapped his mouth around their center. Y/n moaned, grabbing at his shoulders. He groaned, sucking and licking as he held their thighs down with his gloved hands.

"Oh fuck, Riddler!"

He groaned, biting down firmly on their clit before pulling away. Y/n groaned, upset at the loss of contact. That groan turned into a whine as Riddler blew gently against them, causing them to buck their hips up. He grinned, leaning down to look at them. Using his thumb, he wiped up their arousal off around his mouth, licking it off as he did so. Y/n moaned at the sight.

"How'd that feel, huh?"

"So f-"

"That was rhetorical question, I know how it felt. They way you tried to fuck my face was all the proof I needed." He grinned.

He leaned into their neck, biting at it harshly. Y/n whined, legs wrapping around his lower back. Their hands reached up, one grabbing at the back of his neck and the gripping onto his shoulder. Riddler continued to bite, suck, and lick at their neck. Every time he stopped, it was to check how the hickeys looked. If he thought it wasn't dark enough, he'd get back to work. Y/n's skin got too sensitive, trying to instinctively pull away. He noticed this and wrapped his hand around their throat, keeping them in place. He groaned against their skin.

"You aren't moving until I finish putting my mark on you." He ordered.

"Oh fuck, it's too much!"

"I'm almost done. Stop squirming."

With one more harsh bit, Riddler pulled away tugging their skin. Y/n whimpered, putting a hand against their neck. He leaned down, moving the hand and kissing over the hickeys he made. Each kiss was gentle and caring.

"People need to know you're mine. I'm the Riddler. If I want something, I take it. And I want you. And I know damn well you want me too, don't you?" He spat, grabbing their jaw.

"Y-Yes, Riddler! I d-do!"

"You look pathetic under me. You're so desperate for me to fuck you, right? Tell me. I wanna hear you beg for The Riddler to fuck you. Beg for me to dick you down in my own bed." He demanded, pinching their nipple.

"Oh fuck! Yes, I do! I want you to fuck me so bad Riddler. Please, I can't take it anymore!" They whined, trying to pull him closer to them.

Pieces of hair hung in his face, falling out from under his hat. His chest was heaving heavily, sweat glistening from the heat their bodies were radiating. His eyes were full of desire and love behind the glasses he wore. Even though he was the Riddler, he still had love in his heart. And, he intended to show that.

"Fucking....fuck. Fuck! I could listen to you beg all day. Especially when you look so ready underneath me." He groaned.

Y/n watched as he slowly removed his boxers. Their eyes widened as his dick popped out. Grabbing his boxers, he threw them across the room, not caring where they went. He bent back down, grabbing y/n's legs and propping them over his shoulders. Y/n watched in awe as he looked down on them, a seductive smirk on his face. Without a warning, he shoved the entirety of his dick inside of them with a quick and rough thrust. Y/n, caught off-guard and overwhelmed by the sensation let out a harsh moan, slowly evolving into a scream. Riddler gripped their hips, using it to stabilize himself as he continued to plow into them.

"Shit, look at you. Letting a damn criminal fuck you like this?" He moaned, mouth slightly agape.

"N-Not just any criminal. The Rid-Riddler..." Y/n moaned, head thrown back.

"Oh, you fucking...shit...that's fucking right. The Riddler is dicking you down right now, you should feel fucking privileged!" He groaned, glasses sliding off his nose.

"I do!"

"And how does he feel? How's he feel deep inside you?" He asked, pushing his glasses up quickly.

"S-So.."

Riddler picked up his pace, wrapping his arms around y/n and picking them up. He sat down on the bed, setting them on his lap, dick inside them the whole time. Grabbing their hips, he slammed them down on him, thrusting up into them as well. Y/n started choking on their words, indecipherable words coming out in whines and moans. The Riddler watched them as they bounced up and down on top of him.

"What's the matter? Can't get a fu-fucking thought out when my cock is inside you?" He spat.

"F-Feels so go-good..." They managed to choke out.

"Tell me something I don't kno- fucking shit - know." He stuttered in between thrusts.

"I'm g-gonna..."

The Riddler picked them up, standing up with their legs wrapped around his waist. His dick was still inside them as he placed them against the table near his bed. He flipped them over, bending them over the table. He grabbed the front of their neck, pulling them towards him as he railed into them from behind.

"Not until I say so you aren't!" He demanded.

"Fuck! More!" They moaned.

"God, you want more? Fu-Fucking slut...fine..."

Grabbing them once again, he pulled them off his dick. Y/n whined before he dropped them on the bed. As if they knew what to do, they got on their hands and knees, ass stuck up in the air. Riddler groaned, shoving their head down completely into the mattress as he fucked into them, making sure to go down at an angle. Y/n was moaning into the mattress, deafening just how loud they really were.

"You wanted more. So take it. You're gonna take everything The Riddler gives you!" He moaned, bending over and kissing their back.

"I w-wanna cum!" Y/n pleading, trying to back their ass up into him.

"Oh f-fuck, alright. Yo-You've earned it..."

He pulled out, grabbing y/n's hips and gesturing for them to sit on his face. Once they did, he put his hands on their ass, moving them back and forth against their mouth. His eyes were closed, focusing on using his tongue to get them to their orgasm. Y/n leaned over, grabbing the headboard of the bed for stability as they let out a long and erotic moan, slowly turning into a whine as they orgasmed. The Riddler groaned, sucking up every drop he could. Once he finished, he pushed them off. His chin glistened with their release, his tongue flicking out and gathering up the excess. Reaching forward, he grabbed y/n's head and put them directly over his dick.

"Suck. I want to cum in that pretty little mouth of yours, y/n."

Without hesitation, y/n opened their mouth and started bobbing up and down. The Riddler moaned, leaning back and gripping the headboard just like y/n had done. He watched, eyes heavy and lustful as his dick disappeared inside their mouth over and over again.

"Fuck, you're gonna sw-swallow every bit, understand?"

Y/n nodded, sucking at his tip. He moaned, grabbing a fistful of their hair and slammed them down fully. His face contorted, mouth opening and eyes squinting as he felt his orgasm approach. He muttered over and over to himself as he released inside their mouth.

"I'm The Riddler. I'm The fucking Riddler..."

Y/n pulled off of his dick, swallowing the contents in their mouth. He grinned, grabbing their jaw and yanking them towards him. Using his thumb he pried open their mouth. They stuck out their tongue. He saw that they had swallowed every drop like he ordered.

"Oh my, good job angel..."

Gently, he grabbed their shoulders, pulling them down to lay flat against his chest. His chest heaved, causing y/n to move up and down. The two of lied there for a while, catching their breath from the intimate exchange that just took place. The Riddler sighed, looking up at the ceiling for a moment before rolling y/n off of him gently.

"Can I call you Ed now, hm?" They teased.

He nodded, removing his hat, placing it on the nightstand next to him. Y/n giggled, grabbing Edward's glasses and wearing them. He rolled his eyes, snatching them back.

"I can't see without those, thank you very much. Do you need me to fuck you again?"

"You're too tired to fuck me again."

"Of course I'm tired. I just fucked you into another dimension." He sighed, wiping sweat off his forehead.

"You're definitely right about that. Holy shit..." Y/n sighed, chest still heaving.

Edward got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom, turning around he gestured for y/n to follow him. They glared at him, flipping him off. Ed furrowed his eyebrows, confused, but then chuckled.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to break your legs. Let's go take a bath together, angel."

He walked over to them and picked them up. Carrying them in his arms, he walked into the bathroom. Y/n tapped his shoulder, causing him to stop. They pointed at the mirror.

"I want to see the hickey!" They smiled.

Edward's eyes widened.

"Uh, well I may have gone a bit overboard..." He trailed.

Y/n tilted their neck to the side, their mouth agape. On their neck, though spotty and a little distorted, was the shape of a question mark. Edward leaned down, kissing them on the head. Y/n looked up at him, a blush scattered on their cheeks.

"I wanted everyone to know who loves you..."

#fanfic writer #writers of tumblr #writers #fanfic #edward nygma #the riddler #dc universe #gotham #riddler smut #edward nygma smut

[sunshine-scented]

Okay this might sound weird but forbidden love trope with sun Wukong, macaque and redson, to be more specific maybe the readers family doesn't trust the monkey bois becuz of their past and for the redson maybe a family fued if you don't mind! Thanks~

Mhnn it's not weird at all ♡. It's adorable on how you think puhuhu~

❀ Got a secret, can you keep it? ❀

: Forbidden love life

: Sun wukong, Macaque, Red son x gn! Reader

: Fluff and a bit suggestive on Macaque's part, though, I don't think you'll mind~♡

Sun wukong

Your parents despise the monkey King with a burning passion

Even though he's know to be a heroic idol to many, that doesn't mean that he's a relatively good person

By that they mean that even if he's heroic, that doesn't change the fact that he's a childish mischievous trickster, completely irresponsible and just a nuisance

They don't want to tell you any stories about him for they fear that you'll idolize and be just like him

So imagine his shock when you confronted that you literally had no idea of him on one of your nightly dates

Utter silence, which was concerning cause this is WUKONG!

And then he won't stop babling about how amazing he is, like dude, stfu

Night dates were to be expected for the both of you

While he's disappointed that he can't show off that yes, you are dating the legendary monkey King: great sage equal to heaven

He doesn't want to lose you either

Never

So he'll gladly do so if it means that he could see you smile and laugh at his dumb jokes

However, that's only if you're living on the same house as your parents

If you have your own house, then it's like a normal relationship (although, I don't know how normal a relationship is with a monkey humanoid but go off)

Once your parents come visit you, he's banned for being near because you don't want the two of you to get caught

Which sucks cause he's literally clingy as hell

So when they finally leave for a TWO DAY STAY he cries and whines about how being away from you was, and u quote, "worse than living on a furnace for 9000 years"

"Oh? So you're saying that you'd like to revisit that memory?"

"I- WHEN DID I EVER SAY THAT???"

Six eared Macaque

To your parents, he's seen as a self centered and egotistical bastard who only wants to make people do the things he wants

But they aren't as worried like with Monkey King cause he's presumed dead

Though ever since that there's now word about how he's seen on the streets and defeated a shadow demon of some sort

Your parents are literally on high alert right now

When he knew about that he isn't really welcomed on your family, it kind of hurt a bit but he brushed it off literally right after

I mean come on, who needs those extras when he could have the main course ♡

And plus he could easily skidaddle into the shadows once necessary, plus, it's cute on how to try to lie your way out of your parents when they ask who you were talking too

Very smug about it as well and literally won't stop bringing it on topic when he gets the chance

Also likes to use this whole forbidden love thing as entertainment

When you're on family gatherings, you could feel a head lay on your lap below the table, and met with cheeky eyes staring right at you with a finger on his lips

It was fine until you start to feel hands all over your legs and soft purring vibrating through them

As much as you wanna coo on how touchy he was being for not seeing you in only 10 minutes, you had to stay still or your family will catch on

This continued on and was durable

Until he started to nibble all over you

Even so as to pulling your non dominant hand below the table and nibble on that as well, with little licks from here and there

This man was just begging for attention, and it was getting harder to compose yourself

When that whole, torturous, ordeal was over. You scolded him for almost getting you two caught

But then he just shut you up with a kiss and forced you down the bed to cuddle (what did you think he was gonna do? Kikiki)

Red son

Everyone knows of what the Demon Bull King's family did to the streets and almost tried to concur the world so it's no surprise their so hyper aware on them as well

Red's also a tad disappointed that he can't show off to your parents but that didn't matter, as long as you're there then he's happy

In a way, you guys have this Romeo and Juliet type of relationship

You sneak out to visit and go on dates with him, late night conversations and maybe just laying below a tree in each other's arms while he complains about how annoying his friends are

Turns out they were the ones who forced him to confess first and it's really made you laugh while his face blew up in red

He really likes to hold you in his arms in very calm and just moments where your presence is enough to still the whole world

Your parents often wonder why you keep staying up late and getting more exhausted by the morning, but you just excused on saying you're doing projects

Didn't really satisfy them that much cause you were just constantly on your phone smiling and often ushered them outside of the room when it was night time

But before they could even ask, you once again brushed the dirt under the carpet and led them outside of your room again

Letting out a sigh in relief, you excitedly turn to your phone and checked your messages

"How would you feel if we went to get some ice cream tonight?"

"That would be wonderful ♡"

Meanwhile, he's now grinning and immediately starts to walk towards your house, bouquet in hand

I apologize if this wasn't to your liking, some issues were present so I wasn't really in the mood for love :((

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