#and so i guess it feels like i peaked on the summary LMAO

[oh-meretseger]

part 4 - Tease

attack on titan modern college au // Jean Kirstein x fem!reader

summary: the sexual frustration between you gets to its peak when your first kiss happens (🥹), starting a game of brutal teasing on both sides

notes: 18+! although not so much of a smut (some public touching and groping, making out hehe), mainly fluff, some cute moments before posting some disgustingly dirty smut in the next chapter lmao

word count: 4,6k

"Sasha, stop calling me pookie bear or I'm going ballistic" Jean calmly blinked in her direction after setting the empty box of pad thai down. Sasha was already on her third portion, mercilessly stuffing her face full like she's been starving for a week.

"But you're my pookie bear, what do you mean?" Sasha's jaw stopped chewing, stunned for a moment by hearing such astonishing nonsense, as she stared back at Jean. She notoriously got addicted to every single silly nickname she made up for her friends, and used it uncontrollably until she discovered a new one.

Jean let out an exhausted sigh, but still leaned back on his bed with a chuckle as he shook his head.

"And what about me?" Connie complained loudly from the other bed with a mouth full of noodles. None of the three were giving any more fucks about the movie playing on Connie's notebook in the background.

"You're my pookie pie"

"Yeah, I like pie" Connie shrugged, giving his blessing as Sasha nodded diligently.

"I know"

"Yeah, but I'm not a bear, so how does that work?" Jean huffed, holding back a smile at how Sasha's expression instantly turned outraged, just like he guessed.

"You are!" Sasha snapped at him and Jean laughed out loud. "You're a big ass hairy animal, but still cute and huggable"

"Ah right, thanks" Jean's ironic tone did not faze her in the slightest.

"I'm deeply sorry bro, but I wouldn't say you're cute, at all" Connie's eyes were back on the movie, although his attention was fully on the brilliant, highly knowledgeable conversation in the background.

"Y/N thinks you are" Sasha shrugged carelessly while ruthlessly devouring her last bites of dinner, and Jean's heart started pounding in his chest all of a sudden.

He cleared his throat to avoid choking on his own saliva, and tried to reply just as casually as Sasha spit out this small little information.

"What do you mean?" Jean couldn't believe how flustered he became by simply hearing your name. He didn't like it. The hell is his heart beating so fast for?

"She has the biggest crush on you, don't tell me you didn't notice" Sasha giggled to herself at Jean's honest, dumb expression. She found you two idiots adorable, pretending you didn't absolutely have the hots for each other.

"The hell are you on? They're at each other's throats all the fucking time" Connie turned his head at hearing such nonsensical gibberish.

"I truly feel sorry for you men sometimes" Sasha blinked at two of the most imbecile faces she's ever seen. "Are you really that slow?! Why in tarnation do you think I left you two alone?"

Jean felt heat spread through his body as images of you popped up in his memory, your warm body against his, teeth sunk into his skin...

"They fucked?!" Connie yelled out in shock and Jean couldn't help cracking up at how serious he sounded.

"Not YET" Sasha looked at Connie with a nod of true wisdom as Jean huffed in disapproval. Although deep inside, a feeling of excitement started to make him tingle.

"Shut your silly mouth, Sasha" Jean snapped at her, holding back a smile trying to climb up on his face all the way from his heart. "You've been acting a fool since you started latching onto that canteen guy"

"My brother in Christ, you're in denial" Sasha gave up. She already knew you were bound to be together anyway. "And I've always been silly, Niccolo just brings out the best in me"

"I love that guy, he makes the best risottos" Connie agreed in his own way, still pretending to watch the movie.

"He cooks me his secret special meals" she added, her eyes literally sparkling with pure bliss as she said those words, and Jean rolled his eyes. "I'm bringing him to your party, Consuelo"

"That's literally not my name" Connie stated, not even moving his eyes from the screen in front of him.

"Okay, Conrad"

"I'm texting Marco to come" Jean grabbed his phone, verbalizing his actions as both Sasha and Connie turned their head in excitement.

"Yesss, I miss Marco!"

You were rather anxious about this party. Connie's parents lived close to the campus, and the group of people Connie invited over to their house sounded fun when Sasha listed them all to you in detail. But still, there was something unnerving about a night of careless fun, coming out of your little shell and letting yourself go in front of such new people, in front of Jean.

"C'mon, we're gonna have an amazing time!" Sasha encouraged you after seeing a small anxious frown form on your face.

"I know, it's always an amazing time with you guys" you smiled, your heart pounding hard at the thought of seeing Jean at the party. "But what should I wear?"

"POOKIE, let me help you with that" Sasha jumped up from your bed and shot straight to your closet, as you watched her with an entertained grin.

You walked down the hallway on the way to your afternoon class, Friday leaving a freeing bliss in your chest as you listened to your playlist. The always busy corridor was now almost empty, everyone having left the stress of weekdays behind to finally enjoy their free time. Anxiety turned into a small glimpse of excitement in your stomach the past few days, and you couldn't wait for it to be tomorrow night.

Your headphones suddenly flying off of your head jerked you out of being in your own thoughts, and before you could even react, a strong hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you into a narrow passageway with an overwhelming force.

Your body crashed into a much larger frame, and a familiar sense of warmth flowed through you as Jean's smell hit your nose before you could even get a look at your kidnapper.

"Hey! Give it back!" your hand shot towards his immediately, but of course with one movement of his arm your headphones were instantly removed far from your reach, as he held it up above his head. A grin grew on his face as he looked down at you, his other hand still squeezing your wrist, and once again, you felt your cheeks get warm under his intense stare. That stupid cocky grin of his...

"D'you think I should?" Jean's voice was smooth and low, enough to make your mind go hazy. You couldn't believe how fast it all could get too much. His intoxicating scent, the warmth of his body as he towered over you, his fingers' touch on your skin, his voice and beautiful hazel eyes melting you into a puddle...

You felt weak.

"Can you stop doing that? My arm is getting all bruised up from you pulling on it" you sneered up at him, not even trying to get further away as your bodies pressed into each other. Jean's eyes slipped down to your plump lips as you mockingly smirked. "And kidnapping me"

"Kidnapping you? You could definitely not move your little hands around like that, if I were to kidnap you" Jean's raised hand inched lower and lower to slowly put your headphones around your neck as your eyes desperately pierced into his. You felt yourself melt into him, his look deliberately making you go soft and mindless, as his delicious-looking lips were so dangerously close to you...

As Jean's other hand became free, it slid down on the sleeve of your hoodie to grab your other wrist. The hard grip of his hands restraining yours was enough to make you soaking wet.

And that strangely made your confidence bounce right back.

"Why are you stalking me anyway?" you stared into his eyes with a self-assured smile slightly curving your lips.

Jean felt blood rush right to his crotch at the devilish sparkle in your eyes, almost visibly turning dark as you looked up at him. What a naughty girl.

Although weakness was palpable in the air between both of you. You both knew you would fold the moment your hips pressed into each other just a tad bit more.

Jean's hands gripping your wrists moved them behind your back with a swift motion.

"Don't think so highly of yourself, Miss Important" he smiled and you felt yourself blushing again as his arms pulled your body more into his, cuffing your hands behind you. Being controlled by Jean's big arms felt... Heavenly. "You want me to stalk you, don't you?"

"Unlike yourself, I'm not a pervert, dumbass" you let the magic word slip from between your lips, and warmth filled your chest as Jean cracked up. You felt like you could stay in his embrace forever, looking at his handsome face and beautiful smile endlessly... If your pussy didn't ache from the tension of being restrained by his tall frame. "You're lucky you have such pretty eyes, otherwise I would be kneeling on your back right now"

Your obvious joke of physically overcoming him flew right over his head as your words of praise reached his ears - and a slight tint of pink immediately dusted his cheeks. From ear to ear.

You couldn't believe your eyes.

"Jean" your smile grew into the widest grin as the rarest species on planet Earth, flustered Jean hesitated momentarily, looking into your eyes. "Are you-"

You stopped your own words. Instantly wanting to tease him was like a natural instinct, but in a matter of moments, your urge to deepen that adorable blush on his face became overwhelming. You wanted him to know how much your lips desired his at that very moment. You wanted to make him feel good, you wanted to feel good.

Jean felt your body rise onto tiptoes under his arms as your heels parted from the ground and in a second, your face reached his, your lips connecting in a soft kiss.

You immediately melted at feeling each other's lips, sensitive nerves making your hungry minds explode with pleasure. Jean felt all tension leave your body, and let go of one of your wrists to catch you from collapsing. You literally felt your knees give out. Jean's arm felt so strong as it snaked around your waist, you barely audibly whimpered into the kiss - and Jean felt himself grow hard at the sweet sound.

"Mmph y- your lips feel so good" you mumbled against his soft lips and Jean was seeing stars. He never imagined your honeylike voice to be able to make him crumble even more in real life, than on the phone the other day. Your body so hot against his, the touch of your lips so plump and sweet on his, your scent making him feel like he was drunk out of his mind.

Jean let out a quiet moan as your tongue danced along his lower lip, then slipped into his mouth eagerly. Immediately after you granted access, his tongue answered, sliding against yours, and you felt warmth flooding your pussy at the wet sounds you two were making. Jean's one hand gripping your wrist, the other one slowly sliding on the side of your waist, finding its way under your hoodie, making contact with the sensitive skin close to your breast...

It all felt so filthy, you were turned on beyond belief.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Jean grunted quietly after your lips parted, looking into your big, pleading eyes, but you already missed their warmth, so you softly pressed your lips back to his.

“What?” you whispered against him, your eyelids low from the heavenly feeling, and you felt Jean’s lips curve into a smile.

“You make me want to rip this off of you, right here, right now” Jean pulled on the sleeve of your hoodie, then with that same motion he grabbed your hand, removing it from its comfortable place on the side of his neck. You quietly whimpered as you felt one of his large hands gripping both of your wrists behind your back, his now free hand starting to slowly roam over your clothes. “You seem like the type of bad girl that likes the danger of getting caught”

“And you seem like the type to talk big, but do nothing” you knew exactly how bratty you sounded trying to tease Jean, but you also knew he had complete control over you. Your words were snarky, but your eyes blinked up at him with desperation, cheeks flushed with arousal.

Jean let out a chuckle.

“Yeah, you’re right” he smiled, but a sinful light flashed in his hazel eyes. Oh, you’re in for it. His free hand skimmed down to the brim of your hoodie, lifting it to expose the jeans tight on your butt. You unintentionally let out a sigh as his fingers gripped into the fabric and he started groping your ass without any shame. “I wouldn’t have the balls to touch you like that”

You felt wetness soaking through your panties at his firm touch, his breath hot on your ear as he looked at his own hand’s movements over your shoulder.

“I wouldn’t dare to pull these down” the groping stopped as a long finger creeped under the waist of your jeans, sending chills up your spine as he lightly dragged his fingertip along your skin. “What would we do if someone caught you with pants around your knees, moaning like a whore?”

“Jean” you quietly whined his name, losing your mind as his palm slid up your waist, over that stupid hoodie preventing his skin from touching yours.

“Getting desperate, are we?” he spoke softly, his hand stopping right at the underwire of your bra. Jean’s fingers moved carefully around the curve of your clothed tits, earning another whimper from you as you felt your pussy clench around nothing. “How outrageous would it be to grope your naked tits…”

You wanted him to grab them, feel the soft tissue with his hand, but Jean’s thumb just gently brushed over your nipple getting hard under the multiple layers of clothes.

“Or to take them into my mouth… Suck on them” Jean felt like all the blood in his body rushed to his groin as he pressed his thumb into the plush of your breast. Feeling you against himself, watching your eyes close in pleasure and your pretty swollen lips form an O made it extremely painful to hold his composure. Your flushed cheeks made him want to press you against the wall and do exactly what he just described. “A coward like me wouldn’t wanna get caught licking you, fingers buried in your wet little hole”

Jean felt his hard cock twitch in his pants as you pressed your hips even harder into him, desperate to feel his growing erection. His hand slid onto your delicate neck, fingers gently pushing into the sides.

“Holy-“ you mumbled, your head falling back as Jean leaned closer, his scruff scratching the sensitive skin as he earned access to your neck. His lips grazed over your skin, sending tingles down your body, and he deeply inhaled your sweet scent...

Then everything got cruelly ripped away from you in a matter of seconds.

“See ya tomorrow, smartass” you heard Jean’s voice and your eyes shot open, only to be met with his self-assured, cocky grin. He let go of your wrists and your neck, hands sliding into the pockets of his denim jacket while he stepped back, depriving you of the blissful heat of his body.

Jean felt so satisfied, so pleased with himself. You stood there for a moment, left utterly confused, your big eyes still eager, blinking towards him, swollen lips parted as if you wanted to say something, but the feeling of surprise made you catch your breath. You were so adorable, he had to hold back a chuckle.

He liked how confident sexual tension seemed to make you, but he just couldn’t help himself teasing you, making you go weak under his control.

“Je-“ a fragile little sound tried to break through the shock gripping your throat, but Jean’s reply cut you off as he turned his back to you, simply walking away.

“Tomorrow!”

You just stood there, astounded, your heart still racing, warmth filling your cheeks and panties damp from your wetness. Jean’s grip still burned the skin on your wrists and neck like a phantom. Your mind was so confused, you couldn’t even be mad at the man arrongantly strolling away from you like this was the most entertaining walk of his life.

And you completely forgot about the afternoon class you were originally headed to.

Frustration quickly turned into confidence as you stood in front of the mirror in your dorm after your little ice cream date with Sasha, getting ready for the party. It was a rare occasion, so you let your hair down, to Sasha’s biggest delight.

"You look sooo good, dear lord!" she exclaimed with an enthusiastic smile, encouraging you to do a little spin and she howled like a wolf.

"C'mon, it's not that special" you laughed at her excessive reaction. "But you do look breathtaking in that dress, emerald suits you"

"You think so?" Sasha looked down at herself, hands soothing the thin fabric. It was quite short, sleeves off the shoulders, showing off her delicate, pale skin. She truly looked beautiful.

"Niccolo's gonna pee his pants seeing you" you nodded and Sasha cracked up.

"He better pee his pants" she slipped her arms into her bolero. "And Jean better jizz his pants, to be honest"

"Sasha!" you chuckled as you shook your head, trying to shake off the thought of Jean orgasming, in any way, before your blushing could give any awkward feelings away. Sasha jumped to you and leaned over to pull your dress in all the right places to make it look even better. It was black and tight, its length ending right above your knees, but a longer slit letting one of your thighs be seen.

"What? You're a goddess, you better start believing that" Sasha threw her oversized leather jacket on your shoulders. "C'mon, grab your phone, let's go"

Connie's parents must be delighted to let a bunch of kids trash their house, you thought, as Sasha closed the door of your Uber and caught up to you waiting on the pavement. It seemed like a nice and quiet neighborhood, now muffled thuds breaking the silence of the street as you heard the bass of the music coming from inside.

"Bruh, Cornelius told me he invited twenty people at max" Sasha noted as you walked past a few unfamiliar faces sitting on the stairs of the front porch, drinking and cackling loudly. She swung the front door open like she owned the place, and the brutal noise hit you in your chest.

"Who the hell is Cornelius?" you asked with an amused laugh, but Sasha couldn't hear you anymore, the sound of loud music, people shouting, laughing and just generally being intoxicated deafening both of you. Sasha grabbed your hand, pulling you through the crowd.

Bumping into a bunch of strangers in a dimly lit room and loud noise overwhelming your senses was not how you imagined Connie's "friendly get together" to go.

"There he is" Sasha let go of your hand as you reached the kitchen, the lights brighter and the noise slightly less disturbing than in the crowded living room. You leaned against the doorframe where Sasha left you as you watched Sasha punch Connie's arm without a word being spoken between them.

"AARGH, are you out of your mind?" Connie jumped back from the open fridge in shock, his hand shooting towards the painful shoulder.

"You told me it was gonna be a small party! How are we supposed to order pizza for so many people?" Sasha yelled at him, absolutely infuriated about the food situation.

Non-existant food situation, may we add.

"Why should we order pizza for everyone?! I don't even know them, who cares?" Connie yelled back at her, grabbing a bottle of beer from the fridge. "Did you come over to ask brainless questions, or will you let me have a fucking break?"

"Hi Y/n!" you suddenly heard your name from behind and your head snapped towards the familiar voice. You were met with Berthold's smile and his usual peaceful expression, not even minding Sasha and Connie killing each other in the background.

"Hi Bert" you smiled back, happy to see him. You rarely got to talk to him at the one single class you had together. "How are you?"

"Uh, good thanks, barely holding on inside this hell of a house" he replied and you chuckled, perfectly understanding his struggle with crowded, loud places.

"You're telling me! I feel like exploding and we just arrived" you shook your head. "Where's Annie?"

"We're sitting outside on the patio, you should join us. It's a lot more quiet out there" he suggested as a large hand slapped on his shoulder. You looked up at the tall man appearing next to Bert, broad shoulders towering over you, fingers running through his blonde hair, bright eyes and a charming smile glistening towards you. "This is my friend, Reiner, by the way. I don't think you've met"

"Nice to meet you, Reiner" you nodded with a friendly smile and he accepted your hand reaching towards him, shaking it gently.

"The pleasure's mine, Y/n" Reiner softly returned your smile, and you started to feel flustered at the intense eye contact. "How come I've never seen you around campus?"

"She's pretty lame, looks like a grey little mouse most of the time" an unmistakable voice appeared next to you, and you turned to Jean sticking out your  tongue in an instant. Bert rolled his eyes with a laugh and went over to the fridge, probably getting the drinks he originally came there for.

"Who asked the blockhead?" you snapped back as Jean stopped close to you, one arm pressing to yours, grinning down at you.

Your heart secretly started racing just by seeing him.

"Dunno man, looks like a gorgeous mouse to me" Reiner said winking at you, then turned and went to join Bert pondering in front of the open fridge. Warmth spread on your face as you watched Reiner grab a beer, and you deliberately avoided looking at Jean. "You want one, Jeanbo?"

"Nah, I'm good, thanks" Jean replied casually, but clenched his teeth as he looked down at your face, blushed from his compliment. The hell are you blushing for? Is this buff jock what you're into? Reiner, really?

Jean's jaw relaxed at the thought of how you'd probably clown him for being jealous. Jealous, good lord... It was like you sensed his eyes stuck on you, you raised your face to look at him with those big, sparkling eyes.

How could he not be jealous?

"Big man's not wrong" Jean said softly, so only you could hear, his eyes glancing over your outfit, then back to your face, and you felt your cheeks burn under his look. "You look beautiful"

Your heart fluttered at his words and you couldn't help the smile instantly widening on your face. You turned your whole body towards Jean and felt your stomach flip at how his hazel eyes glistened right back at you with a warm smile.

"You look pretty handsome yourself" you grinned, moving to hold both of his hands. Jean's heart fluttered to the same rhythm yours did as the sight of your pretty smile and the touch of your fingers combined started to make him melt. "This shirt looks so good on you"

Your fingers ran along the collar of his dark button-up shirt, the fabric soft, comfy and smelling of his delicious scent.

"Don't try to make me blush, you little rat" he grunted with a low voice, making you laugh out loud, and he lifted his hands to grab both sides of your face, long fingers reaching into your hair at the nape of your neck. Tingles ran down your spine as your arms moved automatically to hug his waist as he stood so close to you. "Where are your glasses, smartass?"

"I'm wearing contacts" you blinked up at him as he stroked a few strands of your hair to tug them behind your ears.

Your stomach doing a backflip once again.

"I like the glasses" he brushed his thumb over your cheek, then looked back to your eyes, making your body burn with the familiar sense of warmth. "But you look pretty regardless"

You swallowed your reply as Jean's eyes shot to your lips. So plump and invitingly glistening with gloss. He wanted to kiss you so much.

"I like the earrings, too" Jean swiftly shifted his eyes to the little silver figures dangling from your ears. He  thought they wonderfully emphasized your delicate little neck.

"Thanks, they're ladybugs" you grinned and Jean chuckled.

"Are they your little magical ladybugs? I knew you were a witch" he watched with a smirk as you bursted into laughing. He also noticed the shimmery eyeshadow on your eyelids, and how the makeup and your jewellery complimented your look so well. Although he knew exactly how gorgeous you were without them.

"You're very attentive tonight, Jeanbo" you sneered at him and Jean rolled his eyes at your smug smile. He hated that nickname.

"He's my teammate, your ass is not allowed to use that name"

"Will I be allowed if I start beating you with a stick as well?" your smile widened at making Jean crack up.

"The hell do you think we do while playing hockey?" he laughed, one of his hands moving to grab your chin. "It's not just beating each other with sticks, believe it or not"

"Sure" you borderline didn't even know what you were talking about. Not even having a sip of alcohol yet, you smiled up at Jean drunkenly, intoxicated by how good he felt to all of your senses at that moment.

Sasha's loud sounds of excitement snapped you both out of your own little world.

"WHAT, they're filled with cherry cream?!" she covered her mouth with a hand, in a state of complete shock as Niccolo held out a tray of cupcakes in front of her.

Niccolo nodded with an enthusiastic smile in your direction, and you waved at him with an amused chuckle as Jean let go of you and walked over to them. You've already met Niccolo countless times, but you could never get enough of their emotion-filled interactions with Sasha - strong emotions about food, mostly.

"Hey!" Connie yelped as Sasha slapped his hand trying to steal from the dessert. "This is my house, give me a cupcake!"

"It's your father's house, Constance" Sasha stated seriously, and you bursted out laughing as Connie's low-lidded stare met your eyes. He was so tired of the names.

"Are you pulling these names out of your ass?"

"I'm pulling the cupcake out of your ass, if you dare to steal any of- HEY!" Sasha practically jumped on Connie's back as he rapidly grabbed one of them from the tray, trying to get away and stuff it into his mouth before Sasha could stop him.

A few people, unfamiliar with this otherwise very usual situation, quickly left the kitchen before they found themselves in the middle of a physical altercation, and you and Jean were in absolute hysterics.

"Eat it then, you fucking piece of pie!" Sasha shouted at Connie, still riding on his back, smearing the cherry cupcake around his face with her palm.

"Uh- Yo-" Connie's desperate attempts of yells were muffled as Niccolo tried to pull Sasha from him with no success. "Y'suff- You'll suffocate me!"

"Ah, feels like I never left town" a voice laughed loudly next to you, and you raised your teary eyes to look at the stranger. The tall, brunette man stepped straight to Jean, throwing an arm around his shoulders as he snatched his head in his direction.

"MARCO!"

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[itjazzbicch]

Finally

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x Fem Reader 

Summary: Fighting feelings for quite some time, the reader tries to find the courage to boldly get those feelings across to Zoro, thinking she failed temporarily, just to find out Zoro feels the same and keeping this a secret, their crewmates end up being the reason that secret gets out...

Note: This was a request from my Wattpad!

Warnings:  SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!)  Swearing, mentions of drinking, Sanji being a simp (LMAO), rough sex, spanking, unprotected sex (Wrap it before ya tap it!)

Word Count: 2.3k 

I hated getting lost in my head.

It was dead at night, and I was in bed, staring at the ceiling—one thing in my mind.

Zoro.

I came onto the crew right after he did, and despite him being a bit of an asshole, we were two peas in a pod. Earlier that night, while eating dinner, the way he looked at me made a question arise.

Did Zoro like me?

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"Hey! What happened to my sake?!"

"Sake? What sake? Hehe!" That's what the little shit deserved for stealing my last bit of food!

He was mugging at me and hiding this smirk.

That damn smirk.

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"Fuck it."

I knew deep down inside there was something, and I didn't want to wait to find out. Hoping out of bed, I tiptoed my way to Zoro's room.

Peaking my head in, he was laid back with his arm over his head, not noticing that I was there till I came in, picking up the blanket to get into his bed.

His eye opened to see what I was doing, bumping him with my hip as I got in and chuckled, "I can't sleep, so move over, asshole."

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I just told you that I can't sleep. Now, shut up." I mumbled, laying back and plucking his forehead as he started to push me with his feet, "Keep them things off me!"

"You're the one who came and tried to make yourself at home!" Still kicking, I fought him off, taking his arm and wrapping it over my waist:

"You act like we haven't had to share a room before!"

Shutting up, Zoro stared at his arm, his cheeks a pink hue, murmuring at me as he closed his eyes, "Whatever."

Laying still, the thoughts I had circled in my mind faster. Not long after, his body was heavy. He had to been asleep. Seeing him asleep so up close, I found him adorable. Our heads were side by side, lust making my eyes fall to his lips.

For some reason, something was telling me to kiss him, my nose brushing his before I stopped myself, panting softly as I realized what I had almost done. Trying not to move so much, I fixed my head straight and closed my eyes with a deep breath, slowly drifting into a slumber.

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"BREAKFAST!"

"Luffy, urgh," Why was he so damn loud? It woke me right up, stretching and giggling as Zoro took the words straight from my mouth:

"Shut the hell up, Luffy."

Rolling on his back and stretching, I was already awake, yawning softly to him:

"Well, I guess it's time for breakfast."

"Not so fast," Taking my wrist, he pulled me to my side to look me in the eyes.

There went that look again. My heart was racing just from that alone, let alone when he said:

"I know that you were ready to kiss me last night."

"Uhh-I-" Not sure what to say and stuttering, I took a deep breath before confessing, "Look Zoro, I can't help but feel a certain way about you."

There was a brief silence; I looked away from him as I continued to confess in my whisper:

"I like you a lot, and I almost couldn't help myself."

Taking my chin, I sucked in a deep breath, thinking the worst but getting the best as he kissed me.

"You really do, huh? It's not like you to be all shy like that," He whispered between kisses, crawling on top of me, legs intertwining, our kisses growing so much deeper, "You're lucky I like you too, or I would've kicked your ass out of my bed."

"Just shut up and kiss me," Rolling my tongue made him groan, fighting back with his tongue, getting lost, deeper and deeper with our arms embracing one another.

I was starting to get a little too lost, rolling my hips against him. It was just too good, Zoro picking his head up to look at me, but our eyes looked towards the door as we heard Luffy again:

"ZORO AND Y/N BETTER GET UP, OR I'M GONNA EAT THEIR FOOD!"

"Greedy," Zoro groaned, sitting up as did I, suggesting to him:

"Maybe we shouldn't tell them just yet?"

"Yeah, they'd lose their shit," He yawned, helping me out of bed and groaning, "And it's too early for that."

"It'll all work out," I smiled tiredly, kissing his cheek before slipping out first, making sure to yell at Luffy, "Touch my food, and you're dead, Luffy!"

Keeping us a secret was probably for the best. We were still on the sea, and with all the stuff we had to keep up with until we got to the next island, it would just be too much on our plates.

Only a few short weeks passed, and it was hard to keep up with it considering Zoro was always kissing me when someone wasn't looking or tapping my ass, having to avoid him sometimes as my urges were so hard to fight.

Doing that yet again on the day we finally made it to the next island. Thankfully, there was a civilized village, and they didn't seem to care about pirates.

Nami had sent Sanji and me out to get some things from the store, and we had to restock our food, which was a lot, so I figured I'd help anyhow.

Of course, Sanji was flirting away the entire time, wouldn't let me carry a thing, and kept trying to buy me things. It was hard not to be mean to him, so I wasn't too hard on him, forcing him to give me some of the many bags to carry back to the ship.

"Oh, Y/N. You've been so good to me today! I won't make you carry all these bags to the ship!"

I didn't even try to fight it this time, handing over the bags I had and watching as he carried them, following till he said:

"Ah! Ah! Stay put; give me just a second!"

Again, I just listened, watching as he rushed up to the ship, then came back down to me, placing his jacket at my feet:

"There's a puddle. Allow me, princess."

"Thanks, Sanji," He was so lovesick that he didn't even care that I was laughing at him.

Offering his hand to me, I gave him the tiniest bit of satisfaction by taking his hand, letting him guide me up back on the Sunny.

"Aww, what a lovely couple you two are," Nami teased as I made it up deck, Sanji hugging and squeezing me with a squeal:

"You think so, Nami-Swan?! Y/N is the CUTEST thing!"

"Thanks a lot, Nami," I said sarcastically, glaring into her eyes as she giggled:

"Hey! I'm just saying that you two look cute together!"

"We do, don't we, Y/N-"

"Don't you have some food to put away before Luffy eats it all?" Quickly changing the subject, I wasn't worried about the food, but more so, Zoro on the other side of the deck, glaring with his hand on one of his swords.

"Oh, my goodness! You're right! You're so smart, Y/N!"

"Better be quick!" Pushing him away, he ran off to the kitchen, and I could finally breathe, exchanging looks with Zoro as I went to my room.

Thanks to Nami and Sanji, my blood pressure was through the roof, but it didn't take long for that moment to be in the past. Everyone ran their errands, and we decided to have dinner on the Sunny. After, we all wanted to hang out.

So, we shared some drinks, and it was someone's brilliant idea to play truth or dare. All of us sitting in a circle, it was funny and stupid at first, till Brook asked:

"Zoro, truth or dare."

"Truth," Zoro spat out while drinking, cocking his eyebrow as Brook asked:

"Is it true that you think someone on this ship is hot?"

"Yes."

The silence in the room was almost scary. I was nearly sweating. Why would Brook ask that? Did he catch Zoro and me before? Considering he was just bones, he could move quickly without attracting attention.

Zoro wasn't budging, just shrugging at everyone as they expected an answer.

"Anyways....." Nami began to break the silence, turning to me, "Y/N. Truth or Dare?"

"Dare," I hoped she would make me do something funny to break up this awkwardness, but all eyes fell on me as she smirked at me, clearly knowing something.

"I dare you to kiss Sanji," The gasp in the room had me ready to kick everyone's asses, but she wasn't done yet; Sanji's jaw fell as she added, "Or Zoro, and say why."

I let out a massive sigh of relief, glancing at Zoro, who scooted closer to me, smirking and licking his lower lip.

"Wait just a damn second! And you back up, Moss-head! This is unacceptable!"

"Too damn bad, chef," Zoro huffed at him, turning back for my lips to smack into his.

Everyone was losing it; Robin even trapped Sanji with her powers because of how hard he was spazzing out, getting to the next part of the dare as she asked:

"The explanation?"

"Zoro's my boyfriend, duh!"

"HE'S YOUR WHAAAAAAA?!" Everyone screamed out with Sanji, who was now crying, and I had to laugh, nodding at them and kissing Zoro again:

"You heard what I said."

Even Zoro was a bit shocked that I called him my boyfriend, his cheeks pink again, but I understood, considering how I had avoided him. After this game, there was no point in keeping it a secret. Someone knew something with the way Brook and Nami strategically set up our turns.

"Tell me this is a nightmare!" Sanji kept crying, and this game was ruined. Standing up and heading out the door:

"I say we call it quits, huh?"

"Yeah," Zoro was right behind me, snickering at Sanji's crying, mumbling as the door shut, "I'll give that stupid chef something to cry about."

"What was that?" I briefly caught what he said, snatching me up into a kiss, stumbling our way to his room:

"I said, I'm going to give that stupid chef something to cry about."

"Oh, is that so?" I giggled, kissing back, "Wanna tell me how?"

Next to the bed, he turned me around and bent me over, leaning down to nibble my ear while tearing at my pants, his deep growl having me shake with arousal:

"By making sure he hears you screaming my name."

He was dead serious, even more relieved that we didn't have to hide this anymore, teasing him while helping to get out of my clothes:

"Been dying to get your hands on me, huh?"

"Don't act like the feeling isn't mutual," Spanking my ass hard, I jolted into place with a moanish hiss, my ass stinging with heat, already rolling my eyes at how good his cock felt nudging my clit, letting me feel his length as he rubbed his cock through my slicked fold, "You know you've always wanted this."

"Give it to me, Zoro," I took one big deep breath, knowing I wouldn't get another for a while.

Taking two handfuls of my ass and spreading me as wide as I could, he placed his tip at my entrance, slowly pushing his tip in for just a moment before slamming his cock into me, my face slamming into the mattress and barely muffling my lewd moan.

"Like that's going to do anything," He chuckled, spanking me again and pulling back just to slam his cock clear up to my cervix, right in his words, as my moans couldn't be muffled.

His thrusts only grew quicker, sweating and having to pick my head up to try and breathe, only moan and whine, his skill blowing my mind:

"Fucking hell, Zoro!"

Pinning his hips and rolling them, he made sure to drag out my sudden orgasm, considering how quickly it came, leaning to bite at my neck and leave marks behind.

"Already made you cum, and you didn't even know it, huh?" He was happy to find his new way of poking at me, placing a foot up on the bed, his arm strong enough to lift my hips while rubbing my clit, bottoming out and drilling into me, the sound of his wet balls slapping against pure proof of how much I had came already.

"Do it again!" I was practically begging, woozy and cockdrunk, trying to pick myself up to kiss him but beginning to crumble from the built-up heat and pressure in my core, "I'm already about to cum, again!"

"Oh, I know," He snickered in my ear, able to lean and kiss me, sloppy from how much I was moaning, his hand coming up to take my throat, keeping my head up so all the screams of his name could be set free, my ass stinging from how hard his hips slapped against them.

"Zo-Zor-" I was gasping so hard that my voice went out on me, my walls clamping his cock so tight that he stopped, gripping my hips hard and shaking as I drenched his cock.

"Fuuuuck," Growling under his breath, he pulled back, biting his lip at the temptations in his mind, pushing back deep one last time before pulling out and taking a high-pitched moan of mine with him, "Don't wanna let me go, huh ma?"

"No," I whined at being left so hollow, knees shaking at the hot cream I felt spilling as his cock rested on my ass, running his tip through our mess and tapping my ass, smirking as I looked back to him and hinting:

"Maybe someday." 

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[the-doomed-witch]

✦ The Sky Is Where I Fell (For You)

Wanda Maximoff x Female!Reader | Flight Attendants AU

Summary: When you and a former fellow trainee attend a flight together, but a really attractive blonde wishes to dally with you, feelings unravel. (Read Warnings)

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. MINORS + MEN DNI. smut, angst, jealousy, a bit of toxicity, brief Carol Danvers x Reader, Carol is a bit of an asshole here i’m sorry, top!reader & bottom!wanda, oral (wanda receiving), fingering (wanda receiving), semi-public, sex on an airplane lmao, finger sucking, daddy kink, praise kink, use of pet names, cunt slapping (wanda receiving), multiple orgasms, orgasm control

Author’s Note: those are a lot of warnings compared to any of my works 😭 you can guess that it’s just smut because i really would love to fuck flight attendant!wanda she’s such a little baby🥺 please don’t judge this harshly it’s my first time writing a lot of smut in one fic (as if it’s a lot) besides, i’m sorry for whatever character carol has you’ll kinda have to bear that i love carol danvers 😩 to the two dots anon, i hope you like this <3

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— ✦ —

The plane reached the runway, and it was time for you and Wanda to take your seats at the cabin crew seats. She sits down next to you and you give her a smile. You were familiar with her back from your training days, but nothing more.

It was common for you though, to attend a flight with a person you barely knew, so you were quite thankful for knowing her name rather than asking her last minute.

You fasten your seatbelts and breathe deeply before the airplane starts the take-off on the runway. The flight was supposed to be 9 hours long, and you felt like you were already exhausted. It meant multiple rounds around the cabin and constant checking around here and there. There were some more crew members resting in the crew rest apartment above you, who would cover the latter shift, so it was a relief.

The plane started running, then almost glided on the land, and no sooner than that, you departed from the grounds of the city you may never even come back to. The moment the land was not in touch with the wheels of the plane, you felt a wave gulfing you. Past went the tall buildings, and past went the cotton-like clouds.

Upon reaching the peak of the horizon, you take a deep breath. A substantial part of your work gets cut off the moment a take-off is successful. It means you can breathe for a few minutes, despite the change in altitude.

“Y/N, if I’m not wrong?” Wanda asks you, still smiling at you. You nod in reply, not really sure what else could have been said. “I think we know each other? Remember the Carter Airline Academy? A brunette girl, kinda shy, oh and I have a twin brother as well?” Her hair was gorgeously reddish ginger now. Maybe that’s why she preferred to indicate her former hair colour.

“Oh yes, Wanda! I remember you, we never interacted much but I know you.” You pretend to have just recognised her. But she looks so happy about it, it’s the least one could do for her. Her contented smile is so precious and contagious, that you cannot help but beam right back at her. “Well, now is the time if you wanna “interact much” you know. I don’t wanna get bored today.”

“Neither do I.”

— ✦ —

On the first round around the cabin, while serving the pre-booked meals, you happened to make an acquaintance. You and Wanda had been giving out the meals and drinks starting from the very first row, but as you proceeded forward, some of the overhead storage cabins started loosening. You asked Wanda to take the snack cart back to its place, to avoid a fuss.

Walking down the aisle, you closed and locked overhead cabins. And when your head was tilted to a side, a powerful looking woman with blonde hair stood up and shut the one behind you, before you could get hurt. You immediately turn around to see a muscular arm holding down the shutter. Goddamn.

“Th-Thank you ma’am,” you managed to say to her, “Is there anything I can do in return?”

She gives you a smile, and says, “First of all, Carol, please. And second of all, nothing. You’re an absolute cutie.” The last sentence was whispered in a low tone, then she winked at you. You were losing your mind standing next to her, she was superhumanly attractive. So you just blush and walk away back to Wanda to continue with your work.

“Carol Danvers” you mumble, looking at the list of passengers, and went back to giving out the meals.

While giving out the rest of the usual meals, you meet Carol once again. As she paid for her meal, she handed out a card with her phone number on it. You felt a bit of awkwardness with the passengers sitting next to her watching the two of you. However, you walk away twinking back to her. There was a high chance you were probably never going to call Carol, but you appreciated her very much. Plus, she was quite charismatic.

You enter the compartment where you and Wanda sat, and shut the door behind you. “How have you been ever since… you know, the academy?” you try initiating conversation with Wanda. She stares at you with a blank face, and you are confused. “Fine, I guess.”

You didn’t allow her bland response to ruin your mood. You just got hit on by a really pretty woman and you were here, trying to hit on the one beside you. You take out the card from your pocket and stare at it, while Wanda watches you.

“Actually, you know what Y/N? Why don’t you just go and fuck her? Seems like you have a lot of fucking to do. Hmm?” She asks you as her face tilted towards you, her warm breath on your cold cheeks.

Not going to lie, you did consider hooking up with Carol because you have been really needy all morning. But the way Wanda phrased it was very rude, so your expression faltered. “So… you’re jealous? Well uh, I don’t know how to phrase this well but I’m sure Wanda there are plenty of people who wanna fuck you. I can guarantee you, actually.”

“That is so fucking not what I meant.”

“Well what you’re thinking isn’t what I meant either.” You place a hand on her shoulder and get up, walking away towards the passengers’ compartment, letting your hand slowly slip away as you walk. You could sense Wanda’s reddened face from the back of your head. You go around asking every passenger if they required something.

You reach Carol and ask her, “Do you need anything, ma’am?” She gives you a wide smirk, “Nothing that I can’t think of.” She knew her game all too well, and she was being a fucking champion at it. But you were a bit more enticed by the redhead you left behind to contemplate.

Upon re-entering the cabin crew compartment, you saw Wanda waiting patiently for you. You sit down on the seat opposite to her, so that you would be able to notice her expressions. She nudged you to shut the door behind you.

The very second you two were alone, Wanda practically dived at you; connecting your lips with hers, moving along with you rhythmically. When you both begin gasping for air, you start marking Wanda’s neck gently, just enough to make her feel aroused, and to not affect her professional attire. Not that her shirt wasn’t already ruined, and her skirt on the verge of being so.

Her hands reach your shirt, and she proceeds to unbutton it, but you hold her hands in place. “You need to be a good girl and ask me first, baby. Or I won’t be touching you. You understand what I’m saying?”

She places her hands on your cheeks, each on one side, and says, “Yes daddy, I’ll be a good girl for you. Can I take off your shirt?” You groan at the honorific, unable to resist your need to give her what she wants right away.

“Hmm, we’ll see about that later. Let me get a taste of your pretty pussy first.” You guide her on the seat beside you, and spread her legs wide open. Her shirt rumples upwards and you slip both your hands under her skirt to pull down her panties. Wanda bucks up her hips, the way you were slow with your hands, tracing down her thighs with gentle fingers, leaving her longing for more. When you’re done talking them off her, you see her literally dripping and glistening.

“Does daddy really make her good girl so wet?” Wanda’s breathing intensifies. Your waft warmly, light against her core, that makes her need more and more of you.

“Daddy?”

“Hmm baby?” You hum against her again, making her almost go feral right there.

“My stockings… I have only one pair of them… I can’t ruin them today, please?”

“I got you baby. Daddy’s not gonna leave a drop at all anyways.” You gently kiss her cunt and then lick up a stripe. Wanda bucks up her hips again, looking for the friction she was aching for. Again, you lick up her slit slowly, teasingly.

“Da-daddy please.” Wanda says clutching your hair with desperation. “I promise you I will be a- Ah!” You start eating her out, with a pace she could barely keep up with. Wanda’s chest was heaving as she panted, her legs slowly wrapping themselves around you, as you sat on the floor.

Eventually, you stimulate her clit, making her moan too loud. You were glad that the door was soundproof and whatever sound that escaped wouldn’t be heard by people travelling kilometres above the ground. She was struggling to speak, but Wanda managed to say, “Daddy, I’m going to come. Can I, please?”

On your lack of response, she pulled your head in closer into her. You were too busy absolutely devouring Wanda. Not many moments later, she starts coming, and you keep up your promise by licking it all up. Her stockings were perfectly fine.

Gently, you stand on your knees and pull her face down in a deepened kiss, giving her a taste of her sweetness. She moaned against your lips and pulled you in impossibly closer. You both pulled away only when air became a necessity, but stayed in your little proximity. You help her get cleaned up and make her look presentable again. Her entire makeup was messed up because of the kissing and sweating.

The moment was tender, with her looking directly in your eyes as you held her chin and applied her lipstick. Her face was perilously close to yours. “Daddy, may I?” she asks for your consent, before connecting your lips again, but less intensely this time. She laughs and says, “Now I fixed your lipstick too.”

“I think we should mess it up quite often.”

“We were the ones who messed it up in the first place.”

“I know exactly what I said.”

Suddenly, you get the signal for another round of water and drinks around the passengers’ compartment and you have to go out reluctantly. “Y/N, do I look okay?”

“Well in my humble opinion, mademoiselle, you are fucking slaying.”

She burst out laughing at your little humour but didn’t realise you meant it. “Stop joking, and tell me if I look presentable enough or not!”

“Yeah, yeah you do Wanda.”

— ✦ —

Outside, you are met with Carol once again. You decided you’d better not hurt Wanda’s feelings this time, even though you didn’t know what terms you both were on. Carol’s seat was on the aisle side, so it was quite easy for her to flirt with you.

She conveniently dropped her phone the moment you passed next to her. “I’ll get it for you, ma’am.” you said, but she held you back, and bent down to her side, lightly brushing your thighs while doing so. Her touch gave you goosebumps all over the place, but you kept moving forward, knowing completely well that Wanda had been staring at the interaction with rage.

Back inside your compartment, Wanda seemed pissed off. “What are you even being so furious about? I am not even a guilty party here!” You plead, not knowing what else you could say.

She parted her lips slightly, but chose not to say whatever she had at the tip of her tongue. “Actually, let’s just go to the crew rest compartment. It’s time to switch shifts anyways.”

Before you two could leave, you heard a knock on the door between the compartments. You opened it to see Carol standing there, leaning on one of her arms. “Do you need something, ma’am?” Wanda asks on your behalf, because you seemed too troubled yourself. “Maybe just a moment with your colleague?” she replies, eyes still locked on you.

You add on to the conversation, “I’m afraid the passengers are not permitted in here, only the crew members.” But Carol pulls out something from her pocket; a pilot licence, to your surprise. “Am I still allowed?”

Placing her licence back in its place, she steps towards you. You side-eye Wanda as a signal to not leave you alone, but she walked right away. “Hey, I know you have been returning all my advances, so why are you denying it?” Her hands land on your waist, pushing you against the closed door. “Carol… Please don’t.”

“I love it when you say my name. Say it again, will you?”

“What will it take for you to leave me alone?” You throw her hands off you in rage. “Just a kiss, please?”

“I can’t do that I’m- Look, you just can’t be serious.”

“Yeah, I am serious.”

“I cannot believe I am doing this. Just don’t expect anything more from me, okay?” You feel guilty but you lean forward to give a small peck on the corner of her lips. You don’t allow her time to say anything, and motion for her to leave. Wanda was rightfully pissed off when you told her what happened, but you didn’t leave out anything, because you wanted her to trust you.

“You cannot be for real Y/N! You really consented to kissing her? That’s really not justified, especially when we just- Gosh.”

“Wanda, she could’ve done worse to me! It was forced consent! I didn’t know how else I could escape, I know what I did was wrong but I didn’t even have a choice. Besides, I don’t even know if you like me or we just fucked for a while.”

“So you really can’t see what I’ve been trying to say? Did you even pay attention to me at all or just had sex with the first woman you could find? Fuck off, Y/N.”

— ✦ —

The other two flight attendants who would be covering the second shift were Natasha Romanoff and Maria Hill. You had met Maria before, but only ever heard of the former. Wanda didn’t wait for you to gather your things and walked right away, leaving you alone. She was being way too unreasonable for someone who hasn’t even declared who you are to her. She didn’t understand that you needed a verbal confirmation, not the little signals.

Entering the compartment, you were met with the most outrageous sight — Wanda was quite a bit too comfortable with some other redhead who you assumed to be Natasha. One arm wrapped around her waist, the other holding her chin. Wanda’s hands were in Natasha’s hair, pulling her closer and closer towards her. Just the moment you clear your throat to signify your presence, they both turn their heads to see you and Wanda tells Natasha, “And that is Y/N Y/L/N. Y/N, meet Natasha Romanoff.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Natasha says courteously. You return her politeness and then add, “I presume you two already know each other?”

Wanda answers the question with an air of smugness, “Kinda well enough.” You take your stuff with you to go and rest in your respective area. Wanda takes the one right across you. Though there is a curtain segregating the areas, you felt like she was watching you through the opaqueness.

“Y/N, can we talk?” She approaches you, funnily enough.

“Oh I’m surprised to hear that. How about, let’s say, no?”

“I want to clear this out. I don’t want to play this game of jealousy with you. I’m sorry, I guess I was a little affected, but it wasn’t your fault.”

“I don’t know Wanda. Do you want this to last for a while or just a one time thing? I need an answer.”

“Definitely not a one time thing. Can this be… a little bit more? I think I’ve had a liking for you ever since the academy.” She begins to speak timidly, just like she was during the training years. “I’m really sorry, Y/N.”

You give her space to lay down next to you, and gradually begin hovering over her. “For that, you need to let daddy punish you for what you did. If you’ll be a good girl this time, daddy will reward her princess.” Your fingers trace her facial features, till you put two of them in her mouth, gesturing to her to suck on them. Shoving them deep down her throat, you praise her by saying, “What a perfect baby you are. But you have been very slutty today. Daddy needs to take care of that, doesn’t she?” You shove your fingers down deeper, and pull them out immediately. A strand of her saliva dangling over them.

You unbutton her skirt, and take off her stockings, being careful to keep them safely folded in the corner. Although Wanda knew you were being mindful of her wishes, she wanted to feel you inside of her desperately.

Her panties were really damp, and she couldn’t resist but rub her thighs against each other. The moment you saw her doing so, you held her legs apart. “Uh huh, no baby. What did I tell you about being good?”

“But daddy, please. Your princess needs you.”

“Are you going to be good and be patient or are you going to keep arguing and not get touched at all?” Her silence gave you a perfect response. You bend down to kiss her and completely captivate her under you.

Agonisingly, you pull down her panties, till her bottom was completely bare and there for you to wreck. The next moment, her heated, dripping cunt was met with a stinging slap. Wanda lets out a wail and her posture stiffens. “Sorry princess, but daddy needs to make sure you’re a whore for her and her only.” You add with pretentious innocence, followed by another slap.

Almost tearfully, Wanda requests you, “Daddy I swear I will behave, please touch me. I’m your whore, and yours only.” Her response was sufficiently satisfactory for you.

So you put in two of your digits in her heat, your shirt already a mess. Wanda clutches her hands tight on the bedsheet as you fuck her intensely, hitting all the deep spots inside of her.

She bites her bottom lip to avoid screaming, but you tell her, “I wanna hear you baby, tell everybody how you’re a slut for daddy.” Little by little, the volume of her moans increased. She was panting heavily, her diaphragm contracting and expanding hastily. And when the walls of her cunt were clenching around your fingers, you knew she was very close to her orgasm.

“Daddy pl-please, can I come?” Her ginger hair was spread beautifully on the bed, and a few strands on her face. You could almost see the brunette Wanda you had once known — the one you often encountered during breaks, the one your heart had remembered for so long, the one right below you.

“Hold back princess, you look so beautiful like this. Come when daddy asks you to. You don’t know for how long I’ve been dying to get you under me like this.” Her breathing is laboured, even more than before. You begin sucking on her neck, biting harshly to leave marks all over. After a few moments, you realise she wouldn’t be able to hold it in any longer, so you ask her to make a mess over your fingers.

You help Wanda ride through her climax, little beads of sweat running down her body and yours. She looked stunning, with her little smile and eye contact with you. You withdraw your fingers and put them in her mouth again. “Suck ‘em clean, princess.” The feeling of her tongue around your fingers was incredibly erotic, you looked at her fondly.

“You’ve been such a good girl for daddy. You think you can give her another one, baby?” The question left Wanda struck. She hadn’t imagined you’d not let the ego consume you, considering her elaborate past with emotionally unavailable, egoistic partners. She looked at you with no calculable expressions. “Wanda, are you okay? Can you hear me? Do you need water?” you try snapping her back to reality, suddenly worried if it was all too much for her.

Her eyelashes flutter and she groans, arching her back. She whispers, “Make me your fucktoy daddy.” The immediate wetness pooling in your underwear was unmatched.

After multiple rounds of orgasms, she was almost fatigued, ready to be asleep. With her eyelids drooling, she says, “Can I please return the favour, daddy?” You smile at her innocence. “It’s okay baby, you are tired right now and need to rest. Besides, you did so well. I’ll use my strap on you as soon as we reach inside the airport and get our luggage, okay? You want daddy’s cock do you not?” She hums in response, “Mhmm.” Teasingly, you softly press her extremely sensitive clit with your thumb, making her moan and twitch completely. You giggle at her and kiss her forehead. “You’re so fucking beautiful, princess.”

You relax your back as you lay down next to her. Right when you were about to doze off, Wanda tilts towards you and says, “Hey, Y/N.”

“Yes Wanda?”

“I’m sorry for everything that happened earlier. I guess I have been in many relationships that have put these scars on me. But I promise I’ll work on my trust and jealousy issues.” Her hands comb through your hair, softly massaging your head. “I’m sorry too, Wanda. I’m glad that you’re trying to heal yourself and work on everything. But mostly, thank you for choosing to open up to me.”

She slips a hand inside your shirt, cups your breast, and both of you fell asleep for the rest of the flight.

— ✦ —

[Extra Scene]

Maria returns to the crew resting compartment to collect a sheet of paper she had forgotten about, followed by Natasha behind her. Natasha holds her by the waist and begins planting soft kisses on her neck, and under the earlobes. Maria almost tumbled into the area across the passage, where Wanda was supposed to rest.

But then they both notice Wanda’s skirt thrown onto the passage, and your bare feet peeping out the curtain. It was evident that you and Wanda were sleeping together.

“Guess we’re all simply gay.” Maria shrugs before making out with the Russian again.

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[depressopax]

Sightseeing - Dale Cooper x gn!reader

Fandom - Twin Peaks

Pairing: Dale Cooper x gender neutral reader Genre: Fluff Warning(s): Just light teasing and flirting. Cuss words, kinda slow burn romance. Reader is gender neutral and works as a journalist. Veryyy cheesy lmao Words: 1.6K Summary: Meeting Special Agent Dale Cooper when visiting Double R Diner English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing!AO3 link

“More coffee?” 

The waitress Shelly, at Double R Diner asks you with a smile. You look up from the mess of paperworks and at the blonde woman.

“It’s needed.” You reply with a smile. She fills the cup with more coffe. “Thank you!”

“What are you doing?”

“My boss gave me this article to write. Economy stuff…”

“No more paranormal articles?”

You shrug. 

“Oh I wish… But apparently that was too much ‘bullshit’ for the newspapers.”

“He said that? I’m sorry to hear that. Norma and I liked your articles.”

“Thank you.” At least you feel a bit appreciated now. She meets your smile. “But it is what it is, I guess…” You sigh and are about to go back to the mess on the table, but get distracted when the door opens when a man in his 30’s enters. He is dressed in a suit, with a beige trench coat layered over. 

When Shelly greets him as “Detective Cooper”, your curiosity rises. 

“You haven’t met him before? He’s been here for a couple of weeks!” Shelly says to you when noticing the way you look at Cooper. “He’s a bit… Weird, but nice. He’s here almost everyday, for coffee and pie.” 

She giggles and looks his way. You can’t help but look too. He has dark-brown slicked back hair, which matches his dark eyes. The waitress notices how you stare at the special agent, and smirks.

“Ah… You got a good eye for him already? You should say hi.” 

With that, she leaves you to greet Cooper, leaving you too stunned to speak. Did she just…? Your face is burning as you look away, before it’s too obvious you’re staring at the mysterious man. You once again read through the papers and take notes, whilst fidgeting with your pen. 

“May I?” When you look up, you meet a pair of warm brown eyes. “Or am I interrupting work?”

“Not at all!” You quickly fix the mess on the table, and toss it aside so the man can sit across from you. He takes a seat, placing his coffee cup and a pie on the table. He takes off the coat and fixes the black blazer underneath. You try not to stare, but it’s difficult to look away. He’s handsome, there's no denying that.

“I’m Special Agent Dale Cooper. May I ask for your name?” 

He speaks so formally, and his voice is soft as he asks you for your name. As you tell him your name and offer a handshake, he smiles and takes your hand in his own big warm hand. 

“How long have you been in town?” You ask whilst sipping the warm coffee. 

“It’s been two weeks!”

“I see… Is it the Laura Palmer case?” You feel slightly ashamed at how curious and nosy you sound. With a chuckle you’re quick to add: “Sorry, I don’t wanna sound like a nosy journalist.”

“Aren’t you a journalist?” Cooper smirks and nods at the papers next to you.

You chuckle and meet his eyes again, and can’t help but feel warm from the way he looks at you. 

“Yea… But not one of those journalists!”

“It’s ok.. I can’t say too much, but indeed I’m working on the Laura Palmer case.”

“It’s horrible that such things happen in Twin Peaks.”

Cooper nods in agreement and looks at you with compassion, and his eyes have that shine that you already like, despite only having known him for a couple of minutes. 

“Yea… Especially such a young woman.”

You nod, and there's a heavy silence between the two of you before Cooper looks at the bunch of papers next to you. 

“So… Journalist, huh? What are you writing about?”

“Local news mostly! But there's not much going on in town. So I’m writing about politics, economy… Yea.” 

You sigh, showing your dislike a bit too much. The brown haired man looks sad for you.

“And what do you like writing about?”

“Well…” His question startles you a bit. But then you remember Shellys words: He’s a bit… Weird. Those exact same things, people tend to think about you. “I like writing about historical events in town. And… Well, paranormal cases.”

He gets a big smile on his face.

“That’s so interesting! I would love to read those articles.”

It warms your heart. Never before has someone been this interested in your work. 

The two of you get really well along. It feels like you’ve been sitting there for ages, talking shit, when you realize what time it is. 

“I should go back to work”

Dale looks a bit disappointed, and so do you. You’d love to continue this discussion. 

“I’d love to see that National Forest you mentioned.”

“I’d love to take you there… Tell me, are you free this weekend?” You realize how flirty that sounded. The last thing you want is to make someone you like uncomfortable. Luckily, he doesn’t look weirded out at all.

“I’d like that very much.”

“Well then… I’ll pick you up outside The Great Northern on Saturday at 2?” He nods, and you grab the paperwork, and gives him a quick smile. “Well then, see you later, Dale.”

As you leave, Dale’s eyes follow you, and he can’t help but admire your beauty, intelligence and way of talking. You’re also one of few to call him by his first name and he likes that. He finishes the coffee and pie, already dreaming about meeting you again. 

Silly enough, you feel nervous as you pull up with your car at the parking lot outside the hotel where Dale is staying. 

There's still 5 minutes left, but you didn’t wanna run late, since you never asked for his number. 

Is this a date? A sightseeing? Two friends meeting up? 

Deep in thought, you barely notice when Dale knocks at the car window. You open the door and let the special agent in. He’s wearing a button up shirt and black pants as usual, layered with the coat. 

“Do you have any other clothes?” 

You tease. He chuckles.

“Maybe I wanna look good?”

“You do.” 

As you drive towards the destination, you look at him with a smirk. Maybe it is a date?

You begin the Twin Peaks sightseeing at the National Forest, and you enthusiastically tell Dale about the history of the place, and its mysteries. He looks intrigued and asks questions, clearly interested - and not only to sound polite. 

“And then, we have the Owl Cave.”

“Interesting! I need to see that.”

“You seriously wanna go in there?”

“Why not? He takes the opportunity to tease you. “Scared?”

“Well, yea! It’s a weird place!”

“Then I TOTALLY need to see it!”

His enthusiasm is contagious and you can’t do anything other than agree. Maybe you need an adventure. 

Once exploring the cave, it is hard to leave. Dale asks millions of questions, walking around with the biggest smile as he tries to unravel the mysteries. It’s been one hour.

Lucky thing he’s cute, otherwise you’d be annoyed by now. 

The sightseeing continues and you grow more comfortable in Dale’s company. Just like that time at the café, time seems to run away when you are with him. As the sun starts to go down, you realize how long you’ve been out for. 

“You know, I know it’s getting late, but I don’t want to go home just yet.” he says, looking at you with a warm smile. 

“Same. It’s so beautiful here.”

There’s a comfortable silence between the two of you, as you walk away from the cave, and find a place to sit. Looking out over the town of Twin Peaks, you feel a connection to the man next to you. You hope he feels the same. The evening sun shines on his face, making him even more handsome than he already was. There’s a spark between you two, a spark that can’t be ignored. 

Sneakily, you take your hands out of your pocket, letting them fall to your sides. You move your hand dangerously close to Dale's hand, which radiates warmth. He feels your cold fingers slightly brush against his knuckles and it sends a shiver down his spine. If he had the courage, he would kiss you right here and now. But instead, he lets your fingers be intertwined. His warm hand makes you stop freezing momentarily, and together you look up at the sky. 

You still remember how good it felt to hold his hand later that night, when trying to sleep. It was a perfect date. Because it was a date, right? The day was amazing, but you’re still wondering if it’s a bad sign you and Dale didn’t kiss. 

It’s like he senses your worries. You almost throw yourself over the phone, quickly answering as Dale calls. 

“I had a good time today. It was nice going sightseeing with you.”

“I had a good time, too.” 

After a moment of silence, Dale’s soft voice melts your heart with only one sentence.

“I should’ve kissed you.” 

“You have more opportunities.”

“So… How about I take you out tomorrow… Is that too fast?”

You smile and shake your head, although he can’t see it.

“Not at all.”

“Sweet! So… Double R Diner tomorrow? My treat.”

“Yes please.”

“Good. I’ll see you tomorrow then.”“Goodnight, Dale.”

“Goodnight. I’ll dream of you. I bet your lips are sweeter than any pie in the world.”

With those words, he hangs up, leaving you standing by the phone with a blushing face. 

Now you look forward to tomorrow.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I'M SO IN LOVE W THIS MAN

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[ozarkthedog]

𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤 | 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬

summary: you get a peak of his tattoo on tv and welcome Chris home on your knees.

warnings: one filthy bj. plain and simple.

word count: 1322

author’s note: yet again this man has inspired nothing but lewd thots. for fic purposes i’m saying it’s a tiger. figured i’d finally finish this to make more room in my wip folder lmao

☽ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ☾

The second Chris is through the door, you’re on him. 

A deep “mmph” rumbles his chest as you press his body into the front door with a hard grind. His backpack hits the floor and his hands cup your jaw as your lips slot themselves over his plush ones.

His graying beard scratches your skin as he deepens the kiss, shifting his hold to wrap around your waist. He’d been gone for only two days but it was enough to have you both feral by the time he got back home.

Your fingers dig into the green/blue striped shirt as his tongue swipes along your bottom lip before pushing his way into your mouth. He takes long possessive licks, claiming his territory. 

Chris pulls away with a smirk, eyes twinkling as he lays his head back on the dark wooden door. “I missed you too, Sweetheart.” He says with a chuckle. 

He thumbs the apple of your cheek when you smile. “Sorry, I was watching the Kimmel Interview and I got a bit excited.” You confess.

His brow twists in playful confusion. “So you got off to me belong pelted with basketballs?”

“Chris!” You grumble and lightly slap his arm. “No! I just forgot how hot it is to get a sneak of your tats every now and then.”

“What? When did that happen?” 

“When you took a shot I saw the tiniest sliver of your tiger hip tat.” Your fingers absentmindedly play with the seem of his shirt before sliding under and caressing the inked flesh.

Chris raises a pondering brow. “Oh yeah? It got ya missin’ me?” 

You silently nod, eyelashes flutter as you slide your hand even lower. His breath hitches when you palm the slight bulge trapped beneath his blue trousers. 

 “Or just missin’ my cock?” He playfully jabs before choking on a groan when you make a fist and pump his cock through the material.

Your lips tug into a sly smile watching him crumble beneath your touch. “Guess you’ll just have to find out.” You say with a shrug before grasping the edge of his shirt and lifting. He raises his arms and helps you remove it before throwing the shirt somewhere behind you. 

His chest and torso are splayed with multiple tattoos and a generous layer of salt and peppered hair. Your nails rake down his chest making his pecs bounce beneath your fingertips. 

You softly press your lips against his collarbone and feel him relax under your touch. The tender breeze of a sigh fans your forehead as you slowly kiss your way down his chiseled torso. 

Chris’s pecs are so full and strong you can’t help but take a bite of the supple muscle. He hisses under your wicked treatment only to whimper when you lick the barely there marks. 

Your mouth never leaves his skin as you descend to your knees. Intent on making him weak by kissing and licking every inch of his body until the tent in his trousers was obscene. 

“Looks like you sure missed me.” You quip as you unzip the material and let it pool around his ankles. His cock twitched heavily under the black boxer briefs as you trace a lithe finger up the curve of him.

Chris sighs with a soft chuckle, “You fuckin’ bet I did.” The heat from his flesh seeps through the thin boxers; he was so hot and excited to get your mouth on him. 

You unwrap the statuesque man slowly, peeling off the painted-on briefs inch by inch until his thick, weeping cock bounce at eye level.

“What a sight.” You croon. Blood rushes to your core and makes you throb with the anticipation of finally getting him in your mouth.

His girth is so wide you clench knowing how good he’ll spread you open when the time comes. The length of him is just long enough to make you choke when he isn’t too careful or when you go completely feral on him. His blushing crown drips with pre cum and his sack hangs heavy between his legs, waiting for a warm place to unload.

You tenderly wrap your fingers around the base of him and give a hearty tug towards the tip as you cover the searing head with soft, wet kisses.

Chris clenches his fists and a low growl rumbles from the deep cavern of his chest. 

Your hands circle his length and begin a steady back and forth rhythm as you drag your tongue around the weeping tip licking up the salty fluid. Chris grunts like he got hit in the gut when you surprise him and swallow him down in one go.

Your head bobs steadily on his cock as your hands twist and tug his length. Constant pressure and stimulation make his toes curl and eyes roll to the back of his head. His hands cage your head between his palms but he doesn’t direct. He lets you have complete control as you fuck your mouth onto his cock.

“God damn, Baby, I missed your mouth so fucking much.” He confesses with a grated tone. 

You suckle the bulbous tip tasting his salty spend as you drag your tongue around and around. Circling the mushroom head with tight swirls and groaning when his hips buck forward trying to shove his girth down your throat. 

You smack his hip and quirk a brow up at him letting him know who's in charge. His lips tug into the most pathetic little pout before he starts gasping when you tongue at the tiny hole that tops his crown. 

“Shit- yes. Fuck, that feels so good.” He gasps, succumbing to the otherwordly sensation.

His body quivers beneath your hands as you softly prod the tip of his cock head. “Oh fuck.” The ragged groan falls from his lips when you finally pull away. A strand of spit stays connected to your lips as his shiny, wet cock bobs in the air desperately searching for warmth again. 

“Please, fuck, I need it.” He sweetly begs with doe eyes.

“You gonna come down my throat? Give me every drop?” You softly order from down on your knees.

Chris goes slack against the door and eagerly nods. “Yes, please, yes, every drop.”

You smile up at him as you tap the swollen, sticky crown against your tongue. “I want it. Make me choke on it.”

Chris doesn’t waste a second, wrapping his large hands around your head and thrusts as much length as he can fit into your mouth. He moans and shakes above you as he fucks his cock over your tongue and hits the back of your throat with every brazen shove. 

Your hands grasp his firm hips for leverage as you gag heavily around him and relax your throat as he tests the tendons with his girth. You heave after a rather brutal punch to your tonsils. Spit trickles down your chin and mixes with the tears that have fallen from the rough act.

“Sweetheart, shit. I’m-” Chris half grunts half whimpers as he pummels his hips and slides his soaked cock into the tight confines of your gullet.

You groan when you feel his cock swell and throb as it bursts a thick load of salty spend. Chris growls out his pleasure, coating every inch of your mouth with his seed.

You swallow him down with a smile as he catches his breath. His abs contract with every exhale and you can’t help but be mesmerized by the undulating tattoos that ripple with every breath.

He looks down at you with the dopiest grin. “I ain’t never leaving you home now after that performance.” He jokes before helping you to your feet. 

He kicks off his trousers with a laugh and circles an arm around your waist before leading you to the master bedroom. “Now it’s my turn to show how much I missed you.”

#chris evans #chris evans x you #chris evans x reader

[angi-writes-filth]

| The Bad Guy | Karl Heisenberg/Reader

Summary: “Fuck, did this made you hate yourself. If you didn’t hate him even more, though, you wouldn’t have tried to escape in the first place.”

Note: This is prolly the first thing I’ve officially written on this blog, and another one of the shits I write on a whim because I’m controlled by my hormones. 😔 If Daddy Heisenberg doesn’t want to hatef*ck me, I’LL MAKE HIM DO IT! Also, excuse my grammar and if what I write sounds awkward... I’m not a native speaker and have no one to beta’d for me lmao lmao.

PLEASE read the warnings/tags carefully, and don’t read if it makes you uncomfortable. I won’t be mad if you scroll away. Do yourself a favor and don’t submit yourself to my bullshit just because of my masochistic ass!!!

WARNINGS/TAGS: (All of them lmao) Nonc*n/Dubc*n, AFAB!Reader, PWP, S*x as punishment, Hatef*cking, Marking, Brain-f*cked, Choking, Rough s*x, Karl insults reader lmao,  Slapping, Over*tim(?) (mentioned), I guess you could say Karl is a Yandere in this? (If I missed any warnings don’t hesitate to let me know)

WORDS: 888

Marks.

There are so many marks littered like paint blotches all over your body. Most of them in the shape of big, thick hands. Some others, you don’t even want to look at, for the pain inflicted by them would be something to worry about later.

If there is a later, that is. As much as you’d like to say you know it will be, you can’t be certain anymore.

And you can’t because your eyes are rolled all the way to the back of your skull, your breath is ragged and broken, and your breasts jiggle violently once again for God-knows-how many times tonight. Despite that, the muscles in your lower abdomen seem as strong as ever, tightening harshly around the intrusion of the man that put you in this predicament in the first place.

“Great... I’m always the bad guy, huh?!“, he groaned, with a voice so pissed you don’t think anyone has ever heard it that way before. Not even his worst enemies could drown Karl Heisenberg in a fury half as intense as he’s experienced today. He’s thrusting into you violently, temporarily setting his hands around your throat as his hips piston in and out of you in a rhythmic pace. Choking you seems futile if what he wants is to silence your wails -of pleasure or pain, you don’t know-, because each time he slams against your g-spot, a satisfied groan of his own seems to answer your peaking screams. However, too focused on the punishment��and not your pleasure, he refrains from angling his hips against it every time.

“You’re the bitch that runs away, and I get to deal with your fucking attitude because you don’t like it when I punish you?!”

Apparently, something you did earned you another slap to the face. At this point, between the tears and your skin flushed both by the shame and his hands, you must look insanely swollen and red. And yet, that doesn’t seem to stop Karl from digging his fingers with bruising force on your jaw, pressing your cheeks together to force you to look up at him.

“Tell me you’re fucking sorry”.

And you do. Your tears are spilling out, and you beg time and time again for his forgiveness, like a broken record.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-!”

Karl shifts his hips, bringing his hands to the fat of yours to adjust them to his liking. With your lower half lifted in the air, supported only by his immense arm strength, his thrust become sloppy and slower; a relief for your pussy that’ll be sore in a couple of hours. Tho, as if he couldn’t deep enough, he was burying himself up to the hilt with each and every thrust, and fuck, does it feel good.

“Now you’re sorry, aren’t you, slut? Why, because you want me to stop?”

Even if you wanted to answer, the way his cock was deliciously dragged between your walls silenced any thought that wasn’t him. 

Fuck, did this made you hate yourself. If you didn’t hate him even more, though, you wouldn’t have tried to escape in the first place.

And yet you couldn’t stop the way your guts coiled when he repeatedly hit the most sensitive nerves with the tip of his length; how it stretched you just right to where you’d feel it later and, when you’re alone, miss it plunged deep down your cunt. How his hands knew how to treat you rough but well, how to handle you like fine china and simultaneously use you like a fuck-doll. And now, you couldn’t stop what was coming when his thumb searched between your folds to rub slow, agonizingly slow circles on your clit.

That was the last straw before, once again, you became undone.

“KARL! K-Karl, I’m- N-No! I’m- cumming!”

A gentle wave, a car crash, a kiss from heaven. Your orgasm rocked through you like a shotgun, and yet lulled you into velvety euphoria like the finest of wines. You weren’t even sure if you screamed; but once your mind swam back to shore, bathed by sunlight and yet numb at the limbs, and you came back to yourself, you were still mumbling his name. Whiny and desperate, like the slut he’s forced you to become.

“K-Karl... Ka...rl...!”, you sobbed. His hands cupped the back of your knees to force your legs against your chest. Heisenberg fucked you through your orgasm roughly and nonstop, like a man possessed.

And when panic started to set in that the overstimulation might be too much for you to bear, from his deep, ruthless thrusts to the coarse hair at the base of his member tickling your over-sensitive clit, he suddenly lost control of his breath, and moaned out loud with his dick buried deep inside of you.

You could practically feel his cum spilling down your thighs, his balls and dick pulsating with a well-earned release.

Yet the man didn’t smile, nor smirk, not even looked at your teary eyes and fucked-out face with triumphant eyes. He only pulled your hips against his, cock still filling your quivering hole, as his hot breath fanned over your ear, and his deep, menacing purr echoed in your brain.

“Don’t you dare try to get away from me again...“

A warm kiss to your forehead, and you were pulled into his strong arms for the night.

#karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg x oc #resident evil #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #resident evil reader insert #re8 #re8 reader insert #angi writes filth #I'm sorry for writing this lmao #I just had the image in my head of rough s-x with Karl while he chokes the life out of me and I just had to write it #If anyone reads the tags #No - reader doesn't die #I'm just a masochist with a death wish nothing to worry about

[tragedytells-tales]

I'm yours

Notes - Teen!MC, GN!MC, Fluff, teens being teens, inspired by I'm yours by Jason Marz, Teen!MC is from The Case of the Secret Admirer by @beels-burger-babe , Feat. Teen!MC, Gidorah, Asmodeus, Barbatos, Solomon, Luke, Candy, Luka

Summary - The other teen figures out the little things.

Warnings - probably ooc Barbatos.

TW - none!

/ P - 4 / finished masterlist [ A playlist for two ]

I've been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror / And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer / But my breath fogged up the glass / And so I drew a new face and I laughed / I guess what I be saying is there ain't no better reason / To rid yourself of vanities and just go with the seasons / It's what we aim to do / Our name is our virtue / But I won't hesitate no more, no more / It cannot wait-

Asmo sat cross legged on his bed. He started touching up on his nails while MC layed in bed with their arm over their eyes. He turned to MC and chuckled, "Sooo?"

MC let out a long heart felt sigh. "They're as dense as a rock. It's impossible to tell how they feel towards me." They said, fiddling with the scale around their neck.

Asmo raised an eyebrow at MC and smiled out of amusement. "You don't know how they feel towards you?"

"Okay, listen man. I know that they care about me, they're one of my bestfriends. BUT, I don't know wether or not they like me like that!" MC exclaimed. They crossed their arms and pouted at the ceiling. Asmo giggled at MCs hissy fit, it's not that he didn't feel bad, he just found it amusing he swears.

MC side glared asmo before pointing at him accusingly, "You. Can't you do that voo-doo magic that you did with me?"

Asmo giggled and shook his head, "Now MC, I can't just always use my powers! Besides, you seem to have this all under control!" MC side eye'd him incredulously. "I literally don't sir?? what are you on about?"

Asmo hummed, "you seem to be doing pretty well to me." He said while checking his nails one last time. He leaned over to where MC was and pinched their cheeks. "But, if you really need my help, you know I'm more than happy to provide it for my favorite little sibling!"

MC groaned sarcastically while giggling. "Asmoooooo" They whined while scrunching their nose. However, before they could retaliate their phone began slowly buzzing. They raised their eyebrow at Asmo who shook his head in response. He leaned back to sit in a cross legged position as MC darted for their D.D.D.

"Heh, Luka got stuck to the ceiling and Gidorah has to get him down."

Barbatos looked up from where he was preping the snacks with something akin to shock or amusement. "How did that happen?" MC just shrugged and typed something out. Their phone dinged again and MC blinked in shock. They took a deep breath in and showed barbatos their phone.

[ Candy: LMAO THE NERD READ A SINGLE LETTER IN A SPELL WRONG ASKJSADKJKW ] Read 2 : 6:27

Barbatos just smiled and shook his head. Asmo peaked around MCs arm to read the message. "The things that you guys get up too are astounding." Asmo said with a poorly hidden giggle. "Who's you guys?" MC questioned "because I'm not the one getting stuck on ceilings."

Solomon cackled from the bathroom, "true my little apprentice, but you have gotten someone stuck on the ceiling before." He strode out of the bathroom, face masks in hand, and scattered them across the bed much to barbatos' displeasure.

MC waved off his remark and placed the D.D.D back down. They took back their spot on the bed and stole the remote from Solomon, who pouted about it. "Hey MC?" Solomon asks.

"What's up?"

He inspected MCs hand, "What's going on with the doodles?"

"Huh?" MC furrowed their brow, they glanced at their hand and wrists which were covered in little hearts, stars, notes, and reminders. "Oh this, yeah Gidorah has a tendency to doodle on me." They said, chuckling affectionately.

Solomon smirked, he remarked about MCs smile and called them whipped. MC, in return, reminded him of his non-existent streak of saying no to Asmo, which immediately shut him.

"Exactly, we're both screwed old man, you can't even pretend otherwise." They said.

Solomon took that as his cue to launch a pillow at MC, which they expertly dodged in order to launch one back.

Asmo chuckled at the two as they play wrestled on his bed. Barbatos stood beside him with a satisfied smile.

Barbatos side glanced Asmo with a knowing look. Asmo simply rolled his eyes and pouted, "I know better than to try anything."

"Besides," he hummed, eyeing the now fading doodles on MCs hand, "I don't think I have to!"

MC chuckled. The more they looked at their shared locker the more they realized just how much attention Gidorah pays to it.

All of their books and supplies was organized just right, and any loose homework was tucked away into their respective books. Fairy lights that looked like fire flies hung near their supplies.

Some of Gidorahs books could be seen in a further nook of the locker, their own homework lying in a pile under the books. Their pens and supplies were hung up near MCs.

MCs attention was taken by a familiar water bottle coming into their vision. Gidorah smiled at MC as they took it and waited for them to finish in the locker before the bell rang.

MC tossed the bottle in their hand and glanced at Gidorah while grabbing their notebook.

"How are you always paying attention?"

"Hm?" Gidorah hummed, tilting their head in question. "Paying attention to what?"

"Just in general. You somehow always know when or if I need something." MC said while gesturing to their water bottle.

Gidorah shrugged, "It's a habit I guess. But for you it's special."

MC blinked back their shock. "How's that?" They asked while moving towards the classroom. Gidorah eye'd MC, a familiar warmth settled in their chest as they smiled warmly. "I don't know. I guess it just is."

MC was use to the sound of scribbling by now. They weren't, however, used to forests and constellations randomly appearing on their wrists. They giggled at Gidorah who was distractedly doodling on MC.

Gidorahs hand eventually wandered back to taking notes and MC checked out their wrists and raised an amused brow at Gidorah. Gidorah tilted their head at MC. They smiled awkwardly, questioning MC, until they looked down at their wrists.

"Ah, sorry, no touch day?"

"Nah." MC said, placing their arm back on the table. "I was just wondering how long it would take for you to notice."

"Oh, sorry!" Gidorah said sincerely. They chewed on their lip in thought and realization, they didn't know when this habit formed.

"It doesn't bother me, it's adorable actually!" MC said leaning their head in their palms and smiling.

Gidorah felt themself fluster when their gaze locked onto MCs smiling face. MC eventually turned away to get back to class, completely missing the way Gidorahs smile seemed to mimic their own.

"Damnit-" MC grumbled as that frantically checked their bag.

Candy snorted. "Our lord and savior would be dissapointed."

"Candy." Luka grumbled.

"Not sorry!"

MC rolled their eyes at the two and continued digging through their bag. They laid down their bag with a huff. Luka raised his eyebrow in question. MC frowned, "I forgot my Grimm at home, so no lunch."

"Can't you just text the lords?" Candy asked. MC shrugged, "left my D.D.D in our locker."

Luka looked up from his lunch and smirked, "Our locker?"

MC paused their rummaging too playfully glare at Luka. They decidedly ignored the blood rushing to their face and instead kicked Luka under the table, "yes, we share custody of the locker of course!"

Candy laughed, watching the two toss quips at eachother. She twirled her hair on her finger in thought. "I still think you should just tell Gidorah y'know. Nearly half the division knows already." She said with her head in her palm.

"Absolutely not. I'm not-"

"Tell me what?"

MC was startled by the shadow standing over them, so much so that Gidorah had to snatch the lunch bag from out of the way of their head.

"Well-" Candy started before getting pinched by Luka who in turn got scolded by Gidorah. MC chuckled at the threes antics while scooting over to the side. Gidorah eventually sat next to MC and pushed the lunch closer to them. "Here." They mumbled before turning back to scold Luka.

MC raised a brow at Candy, who shrugged, before opening it. They picked out their favorite drink and their D.D.D from the lunch box. They thanked Gidorah who nodded as a silent "You're welcome".

Candy leaned closer to MC. She smiled at MC while shooting her eyes too Gidorah and back. MC simply waved her off in favor of returning to their lunch.

"They're here!" Luke called while darting off to the door. Barbatos and MC trailed slightly behind. Candy bounced on her balls of her feet the moment she heard tiny footsteps approaching. "They're coming!"

Luka tapped his foot while waiting. "I'd hope so, it is their home."

Despite Luke being the first to make it to the door, MC was the one to answer with Barbatos at their side. They smiled again the two while greeting them, Luke even shaking Lukas hand, and Barbatos let the two inside.

MC felt their smile drop a little after realizing someone was missing. Luka, concerned by the sudden silence, tapped MCs shoulder. They raised an eyebrow at him in question. "Is something wrong?" Luka asked. MC simply shook their head and waved a dismissive hand.

"Nah," they started "Just wondering where Gidorah is."

Luke paused his ranting and turned to face MCs, "Yeah, where is Gidorah?"

Barbatos chuckled from his place beside the door. "Right here, MC." He opened the door to reveal Gidorah with their fist raised and a filled grocery bag in the other. "Ah, hi! Sorry for running late!"

"You're good!" Candy called from the kitchen.

MC eyed the grocery bag in Gidorahs hand. Gidorah greeted Barbatos and Luke while following them to the kitchen. "Hey Gidorah?" MC questioned. Gidorah hummed in reply and tilted their. MC pointed at the bag with a raised brow and rummage through it, slightly recognizing the ingredients.

"It's for the recipe you mentioned!" Gidorah said. They chuckled affectionately at MCs suprise. MC took the bag from Gidorah and stopped just outside of the kitchen. "Gidorah, that was weeks ago. You remembered that?"

"Yeah, I remember alot of things about you. I told you, you're special."

MC chuckled, they shook their head and smiled. Luke eventually peaked around the corner to call the two into the kitchen before walking away. MC was the first to follow behind him while Gidorah stayed by the door to supervise the four as they baked.

Barbatos too stood behind with Gidorah, also supervising, and watched over the fours antics. Gidorah was aware of the soft look they were giving MC and their smile somehow got brighter when MC flashed them a smile in return while calling them over.

Barbatos watched over the fives play date equally. But if he noticed Gidorah and MC fluster eachother while at it, then he didn't mention it.

'Hey candy?'

'What's up?'

MC yawned and waved Gidorah goodnight while popping onto a nearby blanket pile. Candy and Luke were also knocked out somewhere nearby with Luke curled up on a bean bag. MC nudged a blanket in Lukes direction and he took it groggly.

Gidorah place a blanket on MC and giggled at their mumbled thanks. They eventually took to sitting in a seat nearby the group and chomping on a cookie they had made earlier.

Gidorah relaxed to the sound of soft snores and stayed awake to watch over them, even politely declining a blanket from barbatos. Although, he forced her to keep it.

'What does it mean to have a crush on someone?'

'You don't know?'

Gidorah eventually moved, carefully stepping over Candy and Luka, and sat by MC. They gently latched onto their hand and smiled softly when they felt MC latch onto theirs.

'Ah, of course not. My bad.' Candy said.

'No worries!'

'Well-'

Gidorahs smile slowly melted into something more affectionate. They relaxed back into their seat and hummed.

'-it's basically the human, or demon, equivalent of your Elosha!'

They peeked their eyes at MC and felt their heart swell with fondness. They admired the peace that MC felt, how they felt safe enough to fall asleep in their presence.

'Oh, I see.'

'What's an Elosha?' Luka asked

'A person that we're really fond of! I think you guys call that-'

Gidorah stilled, not enough to alarm MC, but enough to which Barbatos was alert to the sudden thoughtful expression that crossed Gidorahs face.

'-Romantically liking someone.'

They side glanced MCs sleeping form and furrowed their brow. They felt a familiar heat flood their face when they thought back to MCs flour covered smile, their heart skip a beat when they remembered the sound of MCs hearty laugh.

And it all clicked at once when they felt the familiar urge to protect, love, and make this moment last forever when MC unconsciously pulled Gidorahs hand towards them.

"I have a crush on MC."

I'm yours

( Operation: puppylove! )

[ Barbatos: * Image depicts Luke, Luka, Candy, MC, and Gidorah asleep infront of a in-room fire place with quite background noise playing somewhere nearby. Candy and Luka are asleep in a pillow pile a few inches away from Luke with the two sleeping opposite of eachother. Luke is asleep in a bean bag twice his size and covered in a fluffy warm blanket with a plate of cookies next to him.

Gidorah and MC are asleep a few feet away from Candy and Luka. They're passed out in a blanket pile, Gidorah sitting up proped against a nearby couch and MC on their side. Gidorahs legs and MC are covered in the same blanket and atop it are Gidorah and MCs connected hands in a pinky promise position. * ] Read 3 : 10:11

[ Solomon: Well, it seems I owe Asmo. And I'm sending that to Simeon. ] Read 3 : 10:12

[ Barbatos: Already did. And it seems you don't owe Asmo just yet. ] Read 3 : 10:12

[ Solomon: Oh? ] Read 3 : 10:12

[ Barbatos: It appears Gidorah has become aware of their feelings. ] Read 3 : 10:13

[ Solomon: well, it's a step in the right direction at least! ] Read 3 : 10:13

[ Barbatos: Indeed. ] Read 3 : 10:14

[ Asmodeus: * sticker sent * ] Read 3 : 10:29

[ Solomon: what's wrong? ] Read 3 : 10:30

[ Asmodeus: Nothing, they're just so cute! ] Read 3 : 10:31

[ Barbatos: Indeed. How are the preparations coming along? ] Read 2 : 10:31

[ Asmodeus: nearly done! Just a bit more and it should be finished right on time! ] Read 2 : 10:33

[ Barbatos: Good to hear. ] Read 2 : 10:33

AN: It's nearly over, It's nearly the end, and this has been my favorite!

Divider credit: X

#obey me shall we date #obey me teen mc #[ 🐉 ] oc : gidorah #[ ⚖️ ] oc : luka #[ 🍨 ] oc : candy #om asmodeus #om solomon

[gaycaelus]

HI @fwippedowbit APOLLO !!! hope u like it :D accidentally deleted half of it but it's Okay LMAO

Title: Hard Reset

part 1 of ??

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summary: Fresh inquires to Ink about the possibility of creating an all-feeling soul from scratch, only an uninvited guest shows up, and he deals with it himself.

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you know..

its really hard to get rid of a mind controlling parasite when you think about it. it knows your thoughts, your actions before you execute them- killing it would be a big hassle for anybody.

killing it gets even harder when it controls your emotions, or at least, what little of them you've got left. constantly making you feel an artificial form of overwhelming joy when hurting somebody would make anyone feel alienated.

.. and thats why Fresh is here, sitting by himself, back to the wall and head in his hands while he thinks about it.

no, it's not just a flickering thought, or a fleeting idea soon dismissed, he really thinks about it, taking the few moments of uncontrolled haze he has, while he has it, to really think.

could he obtain an all feeling soul? maybe, he or somebody else could make one for him, it's just a matter of if he'll survive the initial absorption.

he probably won't, but those few seconds of genuine feelings would definitely be enough to make him happiest he'd ever genuinely been, well, ever; for his last few moments.

hes willing to risk it.

so he stands and stretches, playing a guessing game on where Ink might be, finally spotting him in an empty au, the infrastructure damaged beyond repair and all signs of organic life whittled away to nothing. the trees have grayed, the grass showing clear signs of past fires, and whatever remnants of a house there is has been burned, cut, and bombed.

he tries to care about what might've happened here, the lives people lived, but nothing comes up. he sighs.

he observes for a moment, the way Ink skips through the broken house he took temporary residence in using it for all sorts of experiments, via: the empty vials, dirty paintbrushes, ripped, folded, and taped papers.

he tiptoes, peaking his head through the door to observe Inks.. experiment.

empty vials sectioned into leather holders, held up by a glass stand nailed to the wall, and next to it a splash of black ink running off the table and blue strings mixed in with it.

he blinks, before knocking on the half open door and stifling a laugh as Ink jumps in his spot, before turning to the door and swinging it open to spot him snickering and standing in the doorway.

"Oh!" he exclaims, "I didn't expect to see you here! Come in, I've been preparing something."

okay, odd. whatever. he doesn't have time to care.

he steps into the room and is immediately met with the pungent smell of ink and burnt wood, taking a moment to really look around at this little workshop he'd made.

he waves the space on front of him, "Yeesh, whatcha been cookin in here?"

"I've been trying to find a serum to sort of.. restore previously wiped AU's."

Fresh shuffles uncomfortably where he's standing, listening to inks incessant rambling.

"Maybe if I could just get all the components needed for a fresh reinstall, we could get a few back. Or maybe all of them!"

he doesn't have time for this.

"Ink, I, uh.." he starts, to no avail, as Ink has started tinkering with his contraption again.

"Hey," he says, just a bit louder this time, "I need to ask you for a favor."

Ink carefully puts down his equipment, dusting off his sleeves and facing him with a grin and bright eyes.

"What's up? How can I help?"

Fresh grimaces.

I hate how good you are at faking this.

Me and you both know we're emotionless freaks. Why do you keep trying?

"I was uhm, wonderin if you could make me something."

Ink blinks. "Like what?"

well — it's complicated.

"I was wonderin if you could make me a soul that experiences emotions. none of the uh.. artificial stuff."

there was silence, before an understanding look flashed across inks face.

"Ooohh, I see."

Ink turns to his desk, waving his hand before a catalog of defunct aus pop up on a floating screen, all with a grey 'neutral' in place of where a 'corrupted', 'salvaged' or 'active' would be.

"Theres some worlds here that have remaining souls left from other monsters from aus that have fizzled out due to whatever reason. if I can find one that hasn't been tampered with I could hop in, grab it, and bring it back here."

Fresh walks up next to him, almost grimacing a little.

"How long would it take? To get the soul, I mean. Not the entire.. process."

"Maybe a day or two? it depends on where the soul is and how reliable it's state of condition is at that moment in time."

".. Reliable?"

Ink smiles, "Reliable, yes! If you want to construct a soul that works as good as you're wanting it to be, then it has to be what I call reliable. Still relatively new from whatever host it used to inhabit, no outside damage done that may prohibit it from working normally, all that."

Fresh blinks, taking a pace back. "Oh."

'Host', 'Inhabit'. he repeats.

host. inhabit. host. inhabit.

his head starts to hurt. he's been here too long already. he can't be here much longer.

"I.. need to go, actually, I'll see you later.. thanks though." he barely manages to say, before turning and trying to leave.

Ink turns, confused. "Oh- are you sure?" he makes a pathetic attempt at grabbing his arm, "I could-" before Fresh inevitably snaps his head around and yanks away.

"What's your problem? just let me leave!" he snaps.

Ink backs away, surprised. "Calm down! I didn't mean to, I was just trying to ask you something-"

host. inhabit. host. inhabit.

it's like a howl, blocking out any other noise, and he doesn't wanna listen any longer.

his eyes burn.

"I don't care! Just- look, my head hurts, I need to go-"

"Are you crying?" Ink asks, maybe a bit too genuinely, interrupting him in the process.

he stops, glares at Ink, before wiping under his glasses.

a purple liquid with smoke emanating off it.

"Im leaving, I don't want to be here anymore," he says, turning and finally leaving the room, leaving Ink confused and slightly annoyed, all by himself.

he looks around anxiously, making sure that one: Ink isnt watching him, and two: nobody else sees him. once the coast is clear, he teleports himself to a part of the anti-void even error doesnt know about.

it's a small room, really. maybe a couch, a desk and a mirror, but that's it. he likes the dark, instead of the harsh white glow from empty aus Ink used to have him scavenge for traces of Cross or Dreams presences.

"Stupid glasses," he mumbles, ripping them off and throwing them to the floor, shards of glass cascading across the ground.

he stares in the mirror at himself, and he hates what he sees.

"I'm not supposed to look like this. This is wrong, this is all wrong, that damn parasite— I'm miserable, Im–"

he stops his incessant rambling, getting an idea.

"I could just kill it." he whispers.

he doesn't care if it kills him, he doesn't care if the soul Ink is making for him goes to waste or to somebody who doesn't deserve it.

he just wants to feel again, none of the artificiality or fleeting moments of genuine emotions.

he calms himself down, slinking to the wall and taking a deep breath.

he's got only one chance, if he wakes up tomorrow he doesn't that know what he'll do. probably go annoy error more than he usually does, even if he gets to walk another day.

he tilts his head down, and like clockwork, the parasite hosting him crawls out to inspect it's surroundings.

host, inhabit, drain. it yells.

he grabs onto one of it's arms, ignoring the way it screams and digs into his hands, cracking them and making them bleed.

before it's made another move, he exhales, blood now forming a small pool on the floor and maybe even his shoes.

and he yanks down, and rips it out.

#making a part 2 btw. i Hhate cliffhangers #cloub chatter #my writing #AGAIN. HOPE ITS OKAY #tumblr accidentally Ate half of it after a glitch n i almost killed a man LMFAOO

[hua-fei-hua]

people seem to be very well hooked by the zenith prologue very good very exciting stuff i’m very pleased

#had i not been doing this whole 'write a bunch ahead of time and then slowly release it to the public' thing for five years now #i might have gotten so excited to show more that i'd just published the next chapter in a few days hahaha #but no i now have a lot of trained patience and a lot of experience that tells me i can't handle weekly publishing forever #truth be told i was a little bit worried with finally taking this fic out of the vault as star put it #bc it's a prologue chapter and it's setting up a bunch of stuff but it doesn't directly show anything mentioned in the summary #so i've been worried that people might feel like... i guess lied to with the summary? #idk i guess my main worry is 'misleading summary' bc i swear this is like The Best multichapter summary i've ever made it has such good vibe #and so i guess it feels like i peaked on the summary LMAO #but nah been getting pretty good reception thus far so whoo that's an encouraging sign #花話 #also been rlly nice to just see my mutuals' tags in the rbs of the promo post like wow beloved mutuals... what did i do to deserve you ;w;

[scarasweetheart]

stupid fuckin' brat.

character: xiao <33

genre: uh. the opener to what will be another long ass fucking smut fic. (probably like 4k words if i had to guess)

summary: after a week of being an absolute brat and pushing all of xiao's buttons he finally snaps on you.

warnings: gn afab reader, brat!reader; angry!xiao, mean!xiao; reader and xiao are in an established relationship dw y'all 🙏; reader is implied to be shorter than xiao (168cm) sorry 💀💀💀

a/n: so. ok i was possessed by The Horny Spirit last night (16 mar. 1am) and wrote all but the last paragraph in one sitting. i'm posting this as is for now otherwise it'll just rot in my drafts, and that's no good at all. i'll write a pt2 fs, but only if y'all ask nicely <3 // anyway i wrote this bc i want xiao to step on my throat and be mean to me lmao

generally speaking, xiao was not a particularly patient person, so why you would ever want to mess with him and push his buttons is far beyond me — but, that's exactly what you had been doing for the last week: getting on every last nerve of his and he could feel his self restraint crumbling with each passing hour.

you had been so persistently annoying all week long, and xiao couldn't tell if you were doing it on purpose or not.

calling out his name for seemingly no reason, pestering him about trivial matters where his concern was not needed, somehow managing to always be in his way. not to mention you had seemed extra clingy as well! and while that was not necessarily a problem in itself, it was the fact that you were all over him in public !!!!!

you had convinced him to go down to the harbour with you three different times this week, today included, and everytime you just could not keep your hands off of him !! (fool him once, shame on you, fool him twice, shame on him, fool him three times? he's just a fool. as annoying as you had been, he still had a hard time telling you no when you dropped the bratty façade and asked him so nicely.)

no matter how many times xiao had smacked your hands away or pushed you off of him when a little peck on the lips had turned into you trying to initiate a full blown makeout session right in the middle of the marketplace, you just kept pawing at him! usually you were very keenly aware that xiao wasn't big on pda in the slightest and made sure to act with that in mind, but recently? not even the slightest attempt had been made. it's like you were trying to embarrass him on purpose!

and oh, how right he'd be to think that. a week ago, you'd decided that you wanted to see how far you could push xiao until he snapped and decided to return the favor (fucking you silly).

so now here you were, on the way back to the inn after leading xiao all over the city today, and you could tell he was on his last few threads of self-restraint.

internally, he was a ticking time bomb. waiting for your last comment or action that would inevitably push him over the edge.

brushing your hand against his, you felt your heart sink just a little when he jerked it back from you on reflex.

stopping in front of him, you immediately dropped your brat act (but not mindset) to sweetly ask him what was wrong or if anything was the matter.

but xiao wasn't gonna fall for your tricks this time.

"nothing. everything's fine," came his curt response, as he walked right on past you to continue on the path back to the inn all while avoiding making any kind of eye contact. bingo. you had him right where you wanted him. now all that was left was to wait until you were back in the safety of your room on the uppermost floor of the inn before enacting phase two of your little scheme.

the sun was just barely peaking past the horizon by the time you two had made it back, and you were fully ready to spring into action until ........... xiao walked right past your room and onto the balcony. that's okay, we can work with that.

carefully, you followed after him, very aware of how tense he seemed to be. this is it. the perfect chance to initiate phase two, the final straw. walking up behind him from where he was looking out over the balcony, you placed your hands on his shoulders. and, to be fair, you were going to offer to rub out some of the stress from his shoulders should this fail to be the last piece of the patience puzzle. it was, however, theast piece of the patience puzzle.

the moment your hands had landed on xiao, he had spun around and taken your hands in his.

"what the fuck?" xiao's eyes were piercing, molten gold irises seemingly glowing (both literally and with sheer irritation and anger). his gaze made you freeze up as your tongue suddenly felt heavy in your mouth — maybe this wasn't such a good idea: a realization you should've had much earlier this week. but, it was far too late to weasel your way out of this now. you wanted to provoke xiao, and now you had to deal with the consequences.

"i—i beg your pardon?" you asked, feigning innocence. you knew good and damn well what you had done.

"don't play stupid with me," he growled, yanking you towards him by your wrists. not expecting his sudden action, you stumbled forward and landed against his chest.

"i have half a mind to fuck you right here on the balcony, but," he paused, letting go of one of your wrists to roughly grab your jaw, squishing your cheeks and forcing you to meet his eyes, "no one else deserves to see how i'm about to fucking ruin you."

masterlist. | pt. 2

#WHWHHEEEEEEEEWWWWWW #cali posting two days in a row ??!/?:/?÷!?_?<??/?? #he rlly has been possessed zamn #village.scribe #xiao x reader #xiao x reader smut #genshin x reader #genshin x reader smut #xiao smut #genshin smut #genshin drabbles #genshin impact smut #xiao genshin impact #bards.sinful.songs #gn.afab.reader

[holland24-7]

I’m doing good I’m on some new shit. PART 7 (Social Media AU)

Tom Holland x Reader.

SUMMARY: One where y/n and Tom dated but broke up and she’s finally moving on after months of suffering.

yourinstagram ✓

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yourinstagram ✓ I just told him he needs to sleep in the bedroom next door if he doesn’t want the twins to wake him up in the middle of night lmao

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tomholland2013 ✓ your kicking me out of the bedroom after months of sleeping together, what were you expecting?

samholland1999 She’s doing you a favor, do you have any idea how many times newborns cry at night?

tomhollandupdates I can’t even imagine how much of cool dad Tom’s going to be 😭

y/nno1fan Poor Tess, she looks just as upset as Tom :(

tomholland2013 ✓

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tomholland2013 ✓ Y/n just send me this picture, I miss my babies so much but I had to go back to work at some point 😕

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harryholland64 ✓ We’re taking good care of them mate, don’t worry!

yourinstagram ✓ The kids miss you so much, they cry a lot when you’re not around 💔

tomholland2013 ✓ Can’t wait to go back to you and the twins, kiss them goodnight for me, I’ll call you tomorrow, love you three ❤️

spidey.meme89 I know they’re so young but I can see they look a lot more like Tom 👀

vogue ✓

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vogue ✓ Take a look at the exclusive photos that @yourinstagram and @tomholland2013 shared with us of their journey they’ve had together so far. They gave us the opportunity to talk to them for the first time since y/n gave birth, here’s a little sneak peak of our interview with them, enjoy!

Interviewer: Congratulations on the new members of your family guys, how are you feeling?

Tom: I’m feeling awesome, but I’m no the one who gave birth so I’ll let y/n answer that one!

Y/n: I’m feeling great, thank you! I’m really excited, Tom and I, we both have waited for so long to meet our kids that it almost feels unreal to finally have them with us, they’re the most amazing thing that could’ve happen to us.

[...]

Interviewer: So guys, we have talked about your careers and how becoming parents have affected you both, but how does this new situation affect your relationship? This is something everyone has been dying to know for quite some time now, to be honest.

Tom: There’s been so much speculation about our relationship and we’re aware of that, I guess that before we never had the time or energy to talk about this, it’s true that we live very public life’s but at the same time there’s moments when we just want to keep things private for our own good, specially now that we have a family.

Y/n: We love each other so much, we even have kids together! But we’re not a couple, I now everyone has been wondering this. As much as we love each other we know that we work so much better like this, instead of putting a label to it. We have an amazing co-parenting relationship and I hope that this continues for the sake of our babies.

Interviewer: I see, so that means that your some type of friends with benefits that have kids together, right?

Both: *laughs* Right!

Y/n: Kinda like what Kyile and Travis had before they got back together. *laughs*

Interviewer: And you guys don’t think that this could affect you both once you decide that you want to start seeing other people?

Tom: We have talked about this a lot and we have come to an agreement, we just need to be honest with each other and there shouldn’t be a problem, if at some point y/n wants to start dating she’s free to do so and the same for me. If I start dating someone of course the dynamic of my relationship with y/n would change, but as long as my partner respects y/n as the mother of my kids I’m good.

Y/n: That’s right, as long as we’re honest about things we’re both okay with this. We have even talked about how would handle the situation now that we have babies and the truth is that I wouldn’t mind if Tom has a girlfriend and she spends time with twins, and viceversa, if I ever have a boyfriend Tom wouldn’t mind that our kids spend time with him. And the same goes for me, my relationship with Tom couldn’t be as it is right now, but something that I will always look for is someone that respects him as the father of my babies.

For the full interview please be sure to check out this months issue!

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tomrules13 I mean it never bothered me how they decided to handle their relationship, what bothered me is that they were not honest about it and had us hanging for so long

myworldisy/n yea, that’s what bothered me too, but finally they talk about it, not sure if this is the right thing for them though even more now that they have a family together 🤔

y/nandtom4ever As long as it works for them and they’re happy everything is okay with me, I just want to see if this actually works once they start dating other people

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yourinstagram ✓ Hey dumbass, try to be on time having to get two babies ready 😒 next time I won’t take them to set with you (jk, we miss you, be there soon ❤️)

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bellahadid ✓ All I’m interested in knowing is when can I babysit? They’re the cutest 😭

taylorswift ✓ Me too!

mimilu This girl won the lottery, she dated Tom and had his kids, what else can you ask for?

tomstan18 she did 😭

tomholland2013 ✓

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tomholland2013 ✓ All I want to see every morning ...

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yourinstagram ✓ ❤️

tomholland2013 ✓ 💙

harryholland64 ✓ Why are you posting y/n naked in here? 💀

tuwaine ✓ Stop flexing your girl, we all know @yourinstagram is hot

yourinstagram ✓ you’re just jealous I get to wake up with him lol

tuwaine ✓ Could be ☹️

tomhvideos I love whenever they do this heart thingy 😭

hpider Broooo she’s 🔥

spideyholland64 Imagine how uncomfortable this could be if one or both of them ever start dating someone else 👀

A/N: hey everyone, life has been crazy so I barely had time to update or even write something, but here’s the 7th part of this, hope you all enjoy ❤️ English is not my first language so please excuse any typos and/or grammatical errors.Let me know if you want to keep reading, thx for the love and support!

#tom holland #tom holland au #tom holland imagine #tom holland oneshot #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #one shot #tom holland fluff #social media au #alternate universe #x y/n #x you #imagine #fanfiction #fanfic #mcu imagine #mcu fanfiction #social media fic

[poursomesunaonme]

birthday boy

pairing: satoru gojo x f!reader

summary: gojo… this mf is the mouth outta pocket bitch we know, but he would go above and beyond on his birthday…

cw: minors dni, fingering, teasing, sex toy use (vibrator), exhibitionism, degradation, humiliation, public sex (does it count if its on zoom LMAO), dubcon

wc: about .9k

… especially since you decided to still attend class instead of going on a wild roadtrip like he suggested. and he hasn’t stopped pouting about it for 24 hours.

but he lays in bed with you while you tune into your lecture via zoom instead of going to class; it was the only thing that you let him have on this most special of days. you have your setup all around you, writing down notes and finding exercises in the book that your professor harkened your attention to.

and in the middle of the ninety minute lecture, gojo’s patience breaks (it had been fraying since the minute you told him you were going to class, but after five minutes of your professor droning he was sick of it). you feel his lithe fingers trail over your stomach, down under the waistband of your sweats.

he drinks up the surprised gasp that enters your lungs through your nose, marveling at how you try to keep a straight face for your class (he thoroughly enjoyed the fact that you were required to have your camera on). and pressing a kiss to your shoulder, his white hair just barely in the view of your screen as it rustled against your skin, he says,

“so i guess this is my birthday treat, no?”

you don’t say anything, you can’t, not with the bored expressions that stare back at you. you’re hopeful that they aren’t studying your screen, but they can be for all you know. the professor still continues his lesson as you attempt to continue to take notes, but satoru’s finger slipping between your slick folds is a distraction that bars your focus indefinitely.

he continues his ministrations as he nips at the skin of your shoulder, rubbing delicious circles on your clit. no matter how much you squirm against him, he doesn’t stop; and is especially egged on whenever you break down and grind against his fingers instead. in fact, that’s when he lets out a giddy giggle.

“you’re such a dirty little girl, putting on a show for me in class.”

a huff escapes your lips, but you don’t reply. it’s taking everything in you not to let out the most unholy moans and whimpers when he slips a finger into your tight hole. you know your microphone is muted; but still, who is able to miss your face as it contorts with pleasure? who doesn’t understand what was going on off screen as your mouth opens up to release those sweet sounds?

and satoru, that satoru, he doesn’t stop there, no. he takes it a little further - he reaches over you, completely ignoring the fact that everyone can see his long arm as he digs in your nightstand drawer to find - you realize in horror - your vibrator.

and not wanting to cause a scene, not wanting to draw attention to the menace that is attending class with you, you keep your mouth clamped shut. and as satoru twists his fingers within you in unison with turning on the vibe, your entire screen shakes as your body jerks with surprise at the heavenly feeling.

the class moves on to review exercises, the ones where your professor makes sure everyone has a turn answering. you have the worst gut feeling, that you’re going to be the last one called on, that satoru isn’t going to stop with his teasing. and you’re absolutely correct. you know the birthday boy so well.

your hands are shaking so badly that you give up on taking notes not even halfway through. you’re actually not paying any attention at all as all you can focus on is the slick sounds that your cunt makes when satoru runs the vibe up and down the peak of your clit, how the rough pad of his fingertip stimulates that sweet spot inside of you so perfectly.

and the class nears the last exercise as you near your high. satoru is snickering into your skin, knowing exactly what’s going to happen. he turns up the intensity of the vibrations as a broken whimper pours through your lips.

“look how filthy, about to cum for your whole class to see,” he teases, pressing kisses into your shoulder.

“s-satoru, please,” you beg, “don’t do this.”

“it’s my birthday,” he giggles with a malicious grin. “i’m gonna do whatever i want, dear.”

and he does. when the professor calls on you to answer number who cares, satoru turns on the vibrator to the highest power, plunging his fingers into you with a velocity that sends you over the edge of an orgasm. holding the vibrator to your clit using his thumb, he taps the button that unmutes your microphone just as a tremulating moan leaves your lungs.

you squeeze your eyes shut in humiliation, not wanting to see the horrified faces of your classmates and professor. tears spill down your heated cheeks, completely mortified at how amazing it feels, how it’s probably one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had, and the fact that it’s in the middle of a zoom classroom. this class even has an in person option, so there’s no telling how many other people hear your lewd moans as they’re projected from the speakers of the classroom.

you’re kicked out of the meeting before you know it, much to satoru’s amusement as he turns off the vibrator and licks his finger clean of your juices before his crystal blue eyes meet yours.

“hah, you should be a camgirl.”

© all work belongs to poursomesunaonme. do not copy and repost.

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[velvett-tearss]

Checkmate — Eren Jaeger

summary: A vicious cycle where you and Eren fight over who gets to light the match while dousing each other in gasoline.

warnings: toxic relationship, manipulation, domestic altercation, slut-shaming, gaslighting, cheating, heavy cursing, suggestive themes, mentions of alcohol and marijuana use, fem!reader (she/her)

genre: modern au, angst (?)

word count: 3.4k

a/n: my venus scorpio hates to love Eren lmao pls don’t think this is a healthy relationship, (lmk if i forgot any other warnings pls), this was on repeat while i wrote, hope you enjoy it <3 (again, pls lmk if I missed anything!) and stay safe!

You knew it was wrong. Everything about you and him was wrong. Nothing could justify it anymore, you knew that much. You didn't think you could lose yourself in the game, but you had.

And, all of it was Eren's fault.

He didn't worry about feelings, responsibilities, or duty. He didn't care if he came back later than he said he would you, if he left you waiting in that pretty dress you had picked out just for him.

And, you loathed that about him. You loathed that Eren Jaeger was free. Totally and utterly free of everything and anything. Nothing would hold him back. He wouldn't allow it to come to pass.

He had his freedom, but you had something else.

You questioned things when you weren't satisfied with the answer you had been given. You did things just to see what would happen after. You pushed people just to see how long it would take from them to fall over the edge.

You had often been told you were simply too much to deal with. That you pushed people's buttons until they no longer wanted to be around you. That you stole parts of their sanity until they had no choice other than to run away.

But, you never saw it like that. You didn't mean to be a parasite who ate away at people's peace and patience. You simply liked testing your boundaries.

So, you preferred the word curious.

Maybe Eren had been walking around the earth without shackles his entire life, but you knew everyone was a prisoner to something, even someone like him.

Naturally, you wanted to see what it would take for Eren to break. He was so shameless, so completely free of any care in the world. Eren obeyed his own rules and his alone. He was such an inconsistent asshole half the time, but you couldn't help yourself.

You wouldn't forgive yourself if you had looked away from that charming smile and those pretty teal eyes.

Despite the facade of him being a simple-minded person, you found out what was truly hiding underneath the mask.

Eren was intemperate with a sharp tongue and a loud mouth. He did things his way, and there would be no other option. There was such a mix of emotions boiling inside him, it was like it was asking to be disrupted.

How could you not indulge yourself?

You knew it would be gratifying to see how he would react when backed into a corner. Would he cry like the others? Would he fall to his knees and beg for your forgiveness? Or, would he shut down?

How long would it take for him to leave you?

Eren was already known to be hot-headed, and you wondered what it was like to burn. You figured it wouldn't take long to find out how far you could push him. He was the crybaby type, so you didn't think he would be hard to crack.

But, he wasn't like the others.

See, Eren Jaeger wasn't a person who would easily crack. He wasn't the guy who gave up under pressure. In fact, he was the complete opposite. He was a fighter, and he would stop at nothing till victory was his.

It was only too bad for him that you were the same. Your thirst would only be quenched when you saw him break. You needed it more than you had ever needed anything.

You pushed, and he pushed harder. You shouted, and he shouted louder. You bitched and moaned and complained and did awful things to him, and Eren did them right back.

It was an endless cycle between the two of you.

You would do something to tick him off. Maybe it was telling him how Jean looked so sexy in black or how Armin's intelligence was out of this world you didn't know how he wasn't dating anyone.

Perhaps you were a parasite who ate away at your own liberty to do what you wished. You stretched yourself to push him into a corner, and it always worked.

Whatever it was, Eren would explode on you. You knew it pushed his buttons, it fucked with his mind, and that's why you did it. Because maybe it would be the day he finally gave in to the pain you inflicted on him and leave you for good.

Sometimes it would be him doing something that rubbed you the wrong way. Perhaps you wore something too short, so he called you a whore before fucking you like one. Or, he didn't answer your texts all night because he was with God-knows-who.

You shouted at him, called him all sorts of different names, and even trashed his apartment if you felt like it. Eren would fight with you, blame you for pushing him far enough as to dip a toe in the unforgiving pool of infidelity, and the two of you wouldn't speak for a week or so.

"I can't even walk around my own damn apartment without you being so annoying!" Eren shouted with so much force you held back a flinch. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, green eyes wondering about the room.

You didn't know if he was shit-faced, high, or a mix of both. You didn't care anymore. It seemed like you had been arguing for hours, but who really knew? All perception of time was lost on you when you were around Eren.

All this started because he asked you to stay the night at his apartment. He usually preferred to go out and have some fun around town, but this was his way of making it up to you for leaving you stranded at the restaurant on your last date.

Well, it was a way for the both of you to make up with each other. Before Eren decided to steal your phone and drive away without you, the waiter serving you had left his number for you. It was only the consequence of your actions earlier that night.

You spent most of the evening flirting with him every chance you got. Batting your eyelashes at him, leaning against the table the slightest so he could get a peak of the dainty little necklace that sat pretty on your cleavage.

He wasn't even that attractive, really — you and Eren both knew that — but he still let his emotions get the best of him. If there was one thing you could trust to be consistent it was his red-hot anger.

"Don't leave when I'm talking to you!" Eren ordered, green eyes blazing hard at the back of your head. He watched you walked around the house, following you to continue your argument. "What? You're gonna go and cry like a little bitch now?"

"Why can't you leave me alone, Eren?!" you screamed, grabbing your sweater and shoving it into your bag. You turned around only to find him inches from your face. "I'm not staying here if you're gonna be a dick!"

He let out a dry chuckle as you continued gathering your things. "What a perfect fucking excuse to go fuck that jerk in your class, right?" Eren hissed, reaching to grab your arm. "Gosh, can't you ever just keep your legs closed for a night?!"

"Keep my legs closed?!" you shot back, shoving him away from you. "You're the one who's been out doing who-knows-what, Eren! You're the one who comes home with lipstick stains from whichever whore you fucked!"

"You shouldn't talk about your friends like that."

You snapped your neck to him.

His face was stony with his jaw clenched, and his hands balled up in fists. None of those things frightened you, though; it was those eyes of him. Those pretty green eyes that had once stared at you so sweetly, so lovingly long ago.

Now, all you could see were glaciers in his irises.

You swallowed down the thick lump in your throat. "You are such a fucking dick." you declared, averting your gaze from his cold one. You advanced to the door, but he caught your arm in his grip again.

"Let go of me." you ordered, attempting to pry his hand off your arm, but he wouldn't budge. "Fuck, Eren. Are you fucking stupid and deaf? I said—"

Your voice got caught in your throat when he shoved you against the wall of his bedroom. He had you caged in, one hand pinning you to the wall and the other right beside you.

It seemed like Eren learned from the last time he tried to keep you from escaping. His last efforts of getting you to stay put were always futile, and you somehow still managed to break away every time.

He always tried to grab you a second time, but you left his cheek with a bright red outline of your palm, smacking him good and hard before leaving his apartment in a fray.

None of your past escapes mattered right now, so you continued squirming around in effort to release yourself from his iron clutch. "Wow, I guess you're not as stupid as you look." you scoffed, your other hand clawing at his.

"Don't be such a bitch." Eren ordered, but you continued your attempts to leave that were only feeble against his strength.

"Why don't you go with your other girlfriends, hmm?" You scoffed, reaching for his wrist and struggling to release your arm. "Tch, Eren, you're fucking hurting me. Stop—"

He brought you towards him, pulling you into his arms. You let out a grunt of disapproval as you tried to shimmy out of his crushing hug. "Oh, my gosh, let me go! I don't want you!" you protested, pushing your hand against his hard chest to create space between you, but he thrusted you back into his chest.

"Don't be such a bitch." Eren murmured into your ear. He had one hand wrapped around your upper back, keeping you close to him, while the other held your wrist tightly to stop you from pushing him away.

His shirt still smelled like the cologne you gifted him for his last birthday. Eren was extra kind to you that day, holding your hand and giving you kisses on the cheek.

The fresh scent was familiar on your nose. You breathed it in, allowing yourself to give in to his touch. "I'm not a bitch." you told him, closing your eyes. You hoped it would help you travel back in time to that beautiful spring day.

He only grunted in response, leaning his head against the top of yours. You felt the slight brush of air down your neck when he let out a sigh. The hand that held your wrist released it, finding purchase on your waist.

A few moments of silence passed between the two of you. Eren's fingers found solace in the ends of your hair. You hadn't realized how much his words affected you until you felt your hair twirl around his fingers.

Did he really think you were a bitch? Is that why as much as you loved his cologne, you could still smell the unfamiliar scent of someone else on him?

If he cared about you, why would he leave you alone in his messy apartment all night? Why would he even bother inviting you? Why did he make an effort to speak to you so lovely that your heart fluttered?

"I just wanted to have a nice time with my girl, and you're making that so difficult. Why?" Eren questioned softly, a strand of your hair between his fingers. "Why do you go out of your way to do shit that irritates me?"

Tears prickled your eyes. "I could ask you the same thing." you replied, holding back the urge to sniffle. How could you not cry when he hurt you? You loved him with so much of yourself, and everything he did seemed like it was just to cause you harm.

"You're so mean to me, Eren. You never treat me like you should."

"I know." he said, the movement of his mouth against your head. "I don't mean to treat you like that, baby. I'm sorry. I really am." You didn't believe him, though. You didn't even want to look into his eyes because you feared you would be right.

You let out a sigh, wiping the tear that escaped the corner of your eye on his shirt. "You're bad for me, Eren." you stated, turning your head to rest against his shoulder. "You're a bad guy and a bad boyfriend. You cheat on me and call my names, and you make me cry."

Eren hummed, rubbing your back in circles. "I'll be better. I'll try harder this time." he offered, his tone almost sounding pleading on your ears. "I promise I'll do better for you."

You didn't believe it. Eren couldn't do better. He was sick with an incurable disease. He no longer felt safe in his own body. He couldn't trust his thoughts to lead him to the correct answer. It all started when he met you, and your infection spread throughout his entire system.

You had infiltrated his way of thinking and acting, his way of feeling and speaking. Eren Jaeger would never be the same person he was before he met you.

He couldn't hide his disdain when he was around his friends, not with all the remarks you made of them. Did you really think Jean was better looking than him? Was it his hair?

Maybe he should start spending more time in the library. Would that make him him look smarter in your eyes? Would you come to him for help with your homework or would you still go to Armin?

And, it was in your silence that his questions of doubt were answered. "You don't believe me." Eren stated as if he were reading the very thoughts from your mind.

A bolt of lightning shot through your spine at his tone. This was the side of your boyfriend you hadn't quite figured out yet. He could loving and playful and crack jokes all day, and mean and standoffish where he wouldn’t even look at you, but he could also be fucking sadist.

His fist curled into the roots of your hair, yanking your head back to meet his gaze. There was a sharp ache pounding on the back of your head, but you forgot all about it when you saw the slight curl of his lip.

"No one else would put up with you. You know that, don't you?" Eren asked you, green eyes appearing darker than they ever had. "You know no one would ever give you the time of day like I do."

"I know." you managed to tell him, leaning into where he gripped your hair to ease the pain you felt.

"Do you?" he questioned, raising a brow.

You tried your best to keep the hammering of your heart against your chest from showing on your face. Eren may have been a sadist, but he wasn't the only one.

"Yes, Eren." you stated, deciding to take a risk and place a gentle hand on his shoulder. You felt him tense under your touch. "You misunderstand me. I only what what's best for you and me. That's all I ever wanted."

He furrowed a brow at your words.

Sure, you would admit that Eren had power over you. He was stronger than you, taller than you, quicker than you. He was the one who had your back against a wall, and it was your hair in his fist.

But, you had something he didn't. You honed the skill he wouldn't be able to polish for years to come. He may have been overly aggressive and carried the ability to make an environment where he would always be the person with the most power, but you had experience.

And, that was something he couldn’t create.

"I've done so much for you, Eren. Why would I go through all this struggle if I didn't want to be with you?" you explained, forcing a pout on your lips. "Is that how you feel about me?"

His grip on your head began to loosen. "No," Eren forced out, eyebrows so scrunched forward they lost their sharpness. "That's not what I want. I was—"

"If you know that, then why would you stand me up?" you demanded, gazing you at him. "If you know all I want is for you to be happy, why would you start a fight with me? You know I would never hurt you like that, baby."

"I didn't mean to start a fight." Eren admitted, swallowing. "I just don't want you to leave me. I don't want to be alone. I don't know what—"

"I know. You don't have to explain it to me, baby. I know exactly what you're thinking." you told him, reaching for his hand to hold in yours. "It's okay, Eren. I know you wouldn't ever want to hurt me, right?"

He nodded, teal eyes watching as you brought his hand to your pillowy lips. You placed a feathery kiss against his knuckles. It had been so soft, so sweet that he wanted to cry.

He had just had car sex with one of the girls who lived in your dormitory's building, and you were kind enough to give him another chance. He did something that hurt you, and you still only wanted what was best for him.

"I love you." Eren sputtered out. His eyes were wide at you, and his voice sounded like he was begging you for something you refused to give him.

You let out a sweet sigh, eyes snapping to his. "You love me?" you repeated, taking a moment to savor the way the words felt on your tongue. Your brows furrowed at the words. "Do you really?"

He nodded quickly, maneuvering his hand to hold yours. He peppered kisses along your fingers, your knuckles. "I do. I really fucking do. I love you." Eren assured, kissing the inside of your hand before grabbing the side of your face.

You raised a brow as he planted soft, needy kisses along your cheeks. "How much do you love me, Eren?" you inquired, bringing your hand to massage his scalp.

Eren swallowed, looking up at you. He was quiet. You blinked back at him, waiting for his answer. You had been so surprised to find he had nothing to offer you in that moment.

You quirked a brow at his silence. "How much, Eren? How much do you love me?" you repeated, voice advancing from a curious tone to a demanding one.

He shook his head, bringing your lips to meet his gently. He tasted like . . . was it honey? Or was it just how sweet the lies he told sounded on your ears?

You weren't able to tell what his mouth tasted like, but you knew you had earned another spit sister? Had he kissed her the way he kissed you? Did he feed her the same lies he did you? Could she taste him? Was she able to put a finger on what the candied flavor on his lips was?

Eren pulled back from you slightly. You couldn’t tell if it was his turquoise eyes that were glassy or if it was yours. "Too much." he told you, lips brushing against yours. "I love you too much." He collided his face with yours, tongue slipping into your open mouth.

His kisses travelled lower — along your jaw, down your nec. He sucked hard when he found your pulse-point, only stopping once a soft moan escaped your swollen lips.

There really wasn't a way you would ever leave him, even if you tried to. Despite all the fights, all the times you professed your hate for him, all the times you tried tried to break it off, Eren stayed with you.

But, it was the same for him. Even if you hurt him, flirt with his friends right in front of him, cuss him out and manipulate him the way you had already done a profuse amount of times in the past, Eren would always love you. How could he not?

Maybe it was because both of you were equally fucked in the head, or because you both loved the concept of pain whether you be playing the role of the inflicted or inflicter, but in some twisted way, you never wanted to leave him.

Somewhere in the messed up relationship that you two had, you realized you loved him. God, you fucking loved him, even if he treated you like a pet.

And, he was your favorite toy. Yours to use and to lie and to fuck. Whether Eren Jaeger was so free he couldn't help but trample over you, or you were too much, too curious that you pushed him to the very brink and a little more, one thing wouldn't change.

You knew it was wrong. Everything about you and him was wrong. Nothing could justify it, you figured that much. You didn't think you could lose yourself in the game, but you did.

And, all of it was Eren's fault.

note: welp they were toxic huh

#snk x reader #attack on titan x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger x you #eren jaeger x y/n #eren yeager x y/n #eren yeager x you #aot eren #eren jaeger angst #toxic!eren jaeger #eren yeager angst #aot x reader #aot x you #eren yeager x reader

[gamerwoo]

[Tales from the Pack] Joshua: Second Chance (Part Three)

Characters: Joshua x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, fluff, some fluffy angst too so it’s not really angst is it lmao

Word count: 1,988

Summary: After his mate died, Joshua always blamed himself and never wanted to imprint again. However, fate has other ideas when he meets you: a young, energetic werecoyote that’s quite the opposite of him. He insists he doesn’t want a new mate – nobody’s even sure if he’s ready for a new one – but he can’t ignore his instincts.

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“Oh,” the girl beside you seemed surprised that your eyes opened, squinting against the light, “you’re awake. How do you feel?”

You only groaned in reply. You definitely didn’t feel as awful as you recalled, but you still didn’t feel good.

“We’ve cleaned the remaining wolfsbane from your system, so you should make a full recovery,” the girl told you, her voice soft and soothing.

She definitely didn’t look like she was from here. She had brown skin, round eyes, and long black hair that she kept clipped back away from her face. Had you seen her before when you were dying? No, you couldn’t tell. Your memories from then were too foggy.

Wait, you were dying. How were you alive?

You opened your mouth to speak, but your eyes finally adjusted enough where you could see the person laying on a cot behind the girl. His eyes were closed, and you couldn’t tell if he was passed out or sleeping, but you just felt very strongly toward him. Much stronger than you’d felt about anybody ever. He was absolutely beautiful, and all you wanted to do was walk the couple feet of space between your cot and his to stroke his hair and cheek.

You didn’t know why you felt so strongly about a stranger, but you also weren’t questioning it. You were a curious person, yes, but you tended to just roll with the punches.

The girl noticed your gaze had drifted behind her, and she chuckled, “Would you like to be closer? It’s better for mates to heal if they’re as close as possible, and he needs all the healing he can get.”

Mates? That wasn’t something you’d heard about before, but you could probably guess what it implied. Either way, your head was nodding before your brain could really think much about it.

The girl stood and moved her stool out of the way before wheeling your cot closer to his until they were pressed together. Your face was almost right next to his now, and you observed every single detail of him. You didn’t even know his name or anything about him, but your heart and your instincts already told you you’d do anything for him.

“They’re cute,” Minjee commented once she entered the room as her partner continued to stand by the doorway and watch the two of you.

Prajya hummed in reply, her hand finding Minjee’s, “I don’t think the girl knows anything about herself. I told her he’s her mate and she seemed a little clueless.”

“Well, she is young,” Minjee noted. “Maybe nobody’s told her about creatures like her.”

Prajya nodded slowly before turning her head to look at her partner, “Did things with the other wolf go well?”

Minjee nodded, “Perfect, actually. Sura’s just finishing a few minor things and getting him settled into a bed to recover. His brother and the girls are still waiting in the living room.”

“I should go see if they need anything,” Prajya decided, pressing a quick kiss to Minjee’s cheek before she left.

Minjee turned back to the two of you after her girlfriend had left, but saw that you weren’t awake anymore. Your eyes were closed, one of your hands resting on Joshua’s as he slept. Minjee smiled to herself, thinking both of you looked like you were doing better already.

-

Josh still wasn’t awake. Even Hansol had woken up before his older brother did. Wonwoo had already brought Soomin and Suvi back to the house, and Joshua still wasn’t awake. It worried Hansol that he was asleep for so long, but Minjee assured him it was just because he had exerted his power too much.

“Is he going to get it back...?” Hansol wondered, his yellow eyes warily watching Joshua sleep beside you.

“Yes, with time,” Minjee replied with a warm smile. “You really have nothing to worry about, Hansol. Besides, he has his mate with him, so the healing will be faster.”

“Yeah, if he isn’t stubborn about it,” he muttered to himself, the human girl unable to make out what he said.

That was something else that was worrying Hansol. Joshua already had a mate and lost her. Would he really be so open about a new mate? Even if he did use the remaining energy he had in him just to save you, he did that on pure instinct. It didn’t necessarily mean things would go smoothly when he’d wake up.

“Who is she, anyway?” Kyung wondered, nodding her head in your direction. 

You were still sleeping beside him, your hand still in his. Neither of you had even moved, either, but Minjee also promised that was nothing to worry about.

“I’m not sure of her name,” Minjee sighed, “but my partners and I found her when we were out checking traps one night. My mate, Sura, knows where some of the werewolf hunters place traps regularly. He likes to patrol them and see if anyone was caught so we can help. We found her in one of them. Sura said she might be a werecoyote.”

“Werecoyote?” Hansol repeated.

The doctor nodded, “Yes. He noticed she doesn’t smell quite like werewolf, but she’s definitely something.”

The two mated wolves could admit they noticed the same thing but kept to themselves about it. They thought maybe it was just because of the wolfsbane.

The pair looked between the two of you. While Joshua seemed peaceful now, both Hansol and Kyung weren’t sure how he’d react when he woke up. They could practically already see the sour look on his face before grumbling something about not wanting a new mate. They hoped maybe they’d be wrong, but…

“What do you think she’ll do if he denies her?” Kyung wondered to her mate, unsure if you’d be as patient and understanding as Hansol. They didn’t know anything about you.

Hansol let out a quiet sigh, “I don’t know, but they’ll both just...eventually...” he didn’t even want to say it, but after a beat of silence, he quietly said, “die.”

-

“Werecoyotes are creatures I’ve never encountered,” Soomin hummed thoughtfully as she flipped through Beom’s book of creatures.

Once Wonwoo had returned home with her and Suvi, the youngest excitedly began talking about how Joshua had imprinted and saved his new mate. Meanwhile, the rest of the pack seemed shocked and almost horrified. They knew how Joshua was, and they knew he wouldn’t want another mate. What happened with Lilly messed him up pretty badly, but it also made him afraid of himself for a long time. He’d be too scared to be with someone else.

While Suvi was explaining what happened and the pack began spewing questions, Soomin was already looking through Beom’s stuff to find some answers.

“I think Beom had told me a story or two of werecoyotes, though,” Soomin continued.

“I met a few,” Yeji chimed in. “They didn’t really seem too different from you guys.”

“They’re not -- not really, other than some minor stuff,” Soomin said after finally reaching the page she was looking for. She scanned it over, using her finger to guide her eyes. “Overall, they’re essentially the same, just a little weaker -- smaller, not as strong, but they are a little quicker because of their smaller size. It makes them more agile.”

“Anyone can outrun that old man,” Jeonghan scoffed.

“Who’s the oldest, anyway?” Suvi asked.

“Nobody really knows anymore, but we just assume it’s Josh,” Jun shrugged. “Years start to blend together after a while.”

“Speaking of not knowing things,” Danbi spoke up as she looked around the packed living room, “where’s Soonyoung?”

“It’s nighttime, so he’s in town,” Jihoon sighed.

“I thought we were still being careful?”

“Since when does Soonyoung follow rules?” Seungcheol asked with a quirked brow.

Soomin cleared her throat to grab the pack’s attention and bring them back to the bigger matter at hand: you. Once they were paying attention again, she continued, “Werecoyotes have the same heightened senses, the same weaknesses, and the same instincts as werewolves. However, because they’re smaller and weaker, they recover slower and are more likely to die from things like silver bullets.”

“So Joshua’s new mate is essentially a hyperactive accident-prone child?” Wonwoo snorted.

Soomin frowned, finally looking up from the book to look at her mate, “That’s mean. And she may very well act mature. Just because they’re faster than werewolves doesn’t make them hyper.”

“You said werecoyotes are just werewolves, basically,” Jeonghan shrugged. “You’ve seen our pack.”

Seungcheol nodded, “Seokmin specifically.”

“Hey,” the young wolf whined.

“Let’s not judge her just yet,” Soomin sighed.

Jihoon raised his eyebrows, “You didn’t even meet her?”

“She was passed out,” Suvi was the one to explain. “Her and Joshua were sleeping beside each other when we left.”

“I wish I could be there when they wake up,” Seungkwan chuckled. “I’m sure that’ll be a mess.”

-

It wasn’t until the sun was about to peak over the horizon that Josh finally groaned and rubbed his eyes with one hand. The other felt warm with a light weight in it that kept him from moving it.

Wait…

The older wolf’s eyes opened before slowly looking to his left hand. He saw another hand in his and his eyes followed the arm up to the owner. He recognized your face. Not only did he remember what had happened as soon as he saw you, but he was bombarded with your face in his dreams -- well, more like nightmares. All he dreamt about was you and Lilly.

He wanted to snatch his hand away. He wanted to growl at you and wake you up and tell you to keep your hands to yourself. He wanted to yell at you to not touch him.

But he was too exhausted to do anything but lay there and glare at you with golden eyes.

“Oh, good,” a voice made him turn his head, “you’re finally awake.”

Joshua was briefly introduced to Prajya during his first check-up. She was a nice girl, but she had a little...bite to her. Josh liked her from the get go.

“See you’ve noticed your little friend,” Prajya chuckled. “You don’t seem too fond of her, though.”

His face scrunched up in almost disgust, “What is that?”

Prajya let out a snort at his reaction to his mate.

In your sleep, your nose wiggled a few times before you reached up to scratch it. Joshua rolled his eyes feeling his heart swell at how cute you seemed. He wanted his instincts to fuck off.

“I think you already know,” she replied in amusement.

“Who is she?” he asked.

The foreign girl just shrugged, “Beats me. We didn’t get a name from her or where she came from or anything.”

Unable to resist the curiosity, he slowly wondered, “...What happened to her?”

“Caught in a net that had barbs laced with wolfsbane,” she sighed as she leaned back against a wall and studied your face. “We were sure she was going to die until you showed up and--”

“Don’t,” he said sharply before dropping his tone to be only grumpy rather than angry, “mention it.”

Prajya just shrugged, “If you didn’t want it mentioned, you shouldn’t have done it. Kyung was right, you are a grumpy old man.”

He let out an exasperated sigh. Of course Kyung was gossiping with her old friends about him. The new alpha was a piece of work.

But she wasn’t really wrong, and even he knew that.

Prajya was silent as she watched Joshua watch you. It was clear that even though he openly showed his distaste for his new mate, his instincts were strong and hard to ignore. Even through the disgust and annoyance on his face, Prajya could see the love and adoration clear in his eyes.

The grumpy, old werewolf, and the young, carefree werecoyote. This would be interesting to see.

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Three out of Ten - Fred Weasley

Title: Three out of Ten Pairing: Fred x Fem!Reader Summary: Fred loves having his girlfriend work at the shop, but some days are significantly *ahem* harder than others Warning: No explicit sexy times but there is some heavy making out and illusions to sex. A/N: the summary is shit but that’s pretty much expected from me at this point lmao. This is for an anon who wanted Fred’s girlfriend having a difficult time walking while working at the shop. Feedback is always welcome, and request are open! Tags: @feltondarling​ @pandaxnienke​ @raerae27​ 

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“Good morning, beautiful,” Fred murmurs as Y/N starts to stir in her sleep. The sunlight is peaking in through the curtains in their bedroom, signaling that it’s time for them both to get up and start their day.

Y/N groans, snuggling further into Fred’s warm embrace. “Five more minutes, Freddie,” she pleads her lips brushing against the bare skin of his chest.

“Tired you out last night did I?” Fred teases with a chuckle. He watches as Y/N’s cheeks flush pink and he leans down to press a kiss to the top of her head.

“Eh it was alright. I’d give it a three out of ten,” Y/N jokes, pulling away so she can look up at Fred. She laughs when Fred’s mouth downturns into a deep frown, causing Fred to dig his fingers into her side and start tickling her.

“You wanna make jokes and laugh?” he asks, rolling them over so Y/N is underneath him. “I can make you laugh.”

Y/N giggles wildly as Fred tickles her, squirming to try and get away from him. “Oh,” she gasps suddenly when a pain shoots through her lower body.

Fred immediately stops poking at her sides and sits up, reaching out to cup her cheek. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“No, Freddie,” Y/N chuckles, reaching up to smooth out the worry lines in his forehead. “I’m just a uh, bit sore from last night as all,” she admits with a blush.

“From only a three out of ten?” he teases with a cheeky grin, far too pleased with himself. “Can’t imagine what you’re like the night after a ten out of ten.”

Y/N rolls her eyes and pushes Fred off of her. “Considering that’s never happened I guess we’ll never know,” she jokes.

Fred slaps Y/N on the thigh lightly before pulling her into a brief kiss. “You’re going to regret that later.”

“Gonna try for a four out of ten tonight?” she asks with a laugh, rolling away from the pillow Fred tosses at her.

-

Fred watches with a smirk as Y/N creeps down the stairs into the shop a little bit later. It’s still a few minutes from opening, but Fred had escaped downstairs a tad earlier than normal to avoid watching Y/N limp around the flat as she got ready for work. Not only does seeing her struggle to walk from how hard he had given it to her the previous night make him proud, it also turns him on. He gets off on watching Y/N cry from pleasure as he ruins her every night, and to see the after effects of it the next day has left a problem in his trousers that is sure to scare customers away.

“You feeling alright, Y/N?” George asks as Y/N finally reaches the shop floor. She had let out a small noise as she stepped off the final stair, her hand gripping her side.

“She’s fine, Georgie,” Fred answers with a chuckle, sending his brother a wink. “Just a bit of a rough night, she didn’t get much sleep.” Y/N’s cheeks flush pink and she flips her boyfriend off.

George pretends to gag as he looks between the two of them. “I don’t even know why I asked. It’s you two of course it was some weird sex thing.” George grimaces as he heads away from them to unlock the front door.

“You’re going to traumatize your poor brother,” Y/N scolds as she shuffles over towards Fred.  

“It’s nothing he hasn’t heard before,” Fred says with a laugh, placing his hands on Y/N’s hips. He starts to massage them lightly, causing Y/N to let out a satisfied groan. “There was that time we forgot the silencing charm, remember?” he asks with a wink.

“Mm, how could I forget. Your first ever five out of ten,” she teases, pulling Fred’s face down to kiss him briefly.

Fred pouts, but it immediately turns into a smile when Y/N kisses him again. “You’re such a brat.” The bell above the shop door jingles as a few customers walk in and Fred gives Y/N a soft pat on the ass. “Take care of the till for a bit, yeah? You’ll be able to sit and uh, take a rest.”

“How gracious of you, sir.” Y/N giggles as Fred’s eyes narrow at her. She knows that it turns Fred on to no end that he’s her boss at work, and Y/N loves pushing that button when there’s nothing he can do about it. She presses one last kiss to Fred’s cheek before heading towards the register, making sure to add more of a limp to her step for Fred to enjoy as he watches her walk away.

-

“How much longer until we close?” Fred groans, his eyes following Y/N’s every move. Her walking ability has gotten better throughout the day, but her knees still quiver, and her legs still shake every few steps and Fred can’t look away. Y/N reaches up to put something back on a shelf and Fred has to hold in a moan as her shirt rides up her back.

“Keep it in your pants,” George teases. “We’ve still got three more hours until closing.”

Fred sighs, placing his head in his hands. “Is this what it feels like to be tortured? Just put me out of my misery, Georgie. Please.” Fred winces when George slaps him on the back of the head. “What was that for?” he asks with a glare.

“It was for you being an idiot,” George answers casually. “Watching you drool over your girlfriend is one thing, but I draw the line at pining. Now go do something useful, maybe the day will go by faster if you actually get some work done.”

Thankfully for Fred the store is a bit slow, and their other floor employees are able to handle the few customers roaming around, making it easy for him to follow Y/N into the back storeroom. He creeps in behind her and shuts the door, grinning at her when she turns around in surprise.

“Merlin Freddie you scared me,” Y/N scolds, playfully smacking him in the arm. “I didn’t hear you come up behind me.”

“That was kind of the point,” he muses, wrapping his arms around Y/N’s waist. He pulls her into his chest so he can kiss her hard.

“We’re supposed to be working, Fred,” Y/N reminds him with a gasp as his lips bite and nip at her neck. She lets her hands tangle in his hair, moaning as Fred starts to suck on her sensitive skin. Fred’s hands start to travel up the back of her shirt, and Y/N has to take a deep breath to keep focused. “I’ve got whizbangs to restock,” Y/N pants as Fred’s hands threaten to creep under her bra.

Fred kisses Y/N deeply, digging his fingers into her back. “I’ve got a whizbang for you handle,” he suggests with a wink. Fred grabs one of Y/N’s hands and starts to bring it to his crotch when the door to the storeroom slams open, causing both of them to shout and jump apart.

“Sorry if I wasn’t clear before, Fred,” George starts as he grabs the color of Fred’s suitcoat. “But when I told you to do some actual work, I meant restock some shelves or help a customer, not shag your girlfriend in our storeroom!”

Fred grins at Y/N as George drags him out of the small room. “We’ll continue this later!”

-

“Fucking finally,” Fred sighs in relief as he leans on his bedroom door.

“Long day?” Y/N teases from her spot on the bed, not bothering to look up from the copy of Witch Weekly she’s flipping through.

After George had interrupted their storeroom make out session he kept a close eye on Fred to make sure he stayed on task, much to Fred’s disappointment. Business in the store picked up towards the end of the day, and Fred barely got a chance to look at Y/N, let alone admire her as she worked. Y/N ended up grabbing dinner with Hermione and Ginny while Fred and George worked on some administrative stuff after the shop closed, and they had still been at it when she arrived back home. Y/N had just barely gotten changed into her pajamas and into bed when she heard the front door close behind Fred and George.

“Longest day in the bloody world,” Fred responds as he starts to loosen his tie. Y/N watches from the corner of her eye as Fred gets undressed, her eyes traveling over every inch of skin that he exposes. “No thanks to you, by the way. You’re too damn sexy, Y/N, it’s distracting.”

Y/N laughs and finally tosses the magazine away as Fred crawls up their bed towards her. He’s in nothing but his boxers and her hands run down his bare back as Fred settles on top of her. “Sorry, love. I’ll try and be less sexy from now on.”

“Don’t you dare,” Fred growls, kissing her messily.

Y/N moans against Fred’s mouth, her nails lightly dragging down his back. She lets Fred’s tongue in to explore her mouth as his hands shove the bottom of her shirt up so he can grip her sides. “Too bad George interrupted us earlier today. I was aching for you, Freddie. It was so hot thinking about the fact that the whole store was just outside the door while we were in there.”

“Holy hell,” Fred groans, pulling away so he can look at Y/N. “Are you feeling better?” he asks, squeezing her sides. When Y/N nods Fred grins wickedly. “Good, because we’re shooting for a ten out of ten tonight.”

-

When Y/N’s eyes flutter open the next morning Fred’s laying on his side, head propped up so he can look down at her. “You’re such a creep,” Y/N teases as she stretches her limbs out. Her bottom half is significantly sorer than it was yesterday, and she bites her lip to hide her pain.

“So? What’s the verdict?” Fred asks before leaning down to give her a peck.

Y/N looks up at him, a mischievous grin on her face. “I’d say a solid three and a half out of ten. Better luck next time, Freddie.”

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