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Everyone was finishing up their supper.

A few of us were by the fire, some sitting at the table, Dutch was in his tent.

Pearson was washing the dishes, and a couple of others were helping him. The air was warm as a fire crackled and popped, sending sparks into the inky darkness.

Sitting across from you was your man, Arthur.

Setting his empty dish down, he proclaimed that he was hungry for dessert.

Javier chuckled saying, "Since when does Pearson make dessert? He can barely make supper"

Arthur looked at you with an intense hunger in his green eyes. He got up and started walking towards you. "I was talking about something a bit more interesting" he said with a smirk.

As he neared, you could feel the heat radiating from his muscular body. Your heart began to race with anticipation, your body responding to him like a moth to a flame. You stood up, meeting him halfway. His arms wrapped around you as he crushed his mouth to yours.

His tongue invaded your mouth, tasting every inch. You welcomed him, relishing in the feeling of his warm, rough kisses. His stubble scratched at your skin, adding to the sensation.

As he deepened the kiss, he backed you up towards the tent. Your breath hitched in anticipation as his hands roamed down your body, settling on your ass. He squeezed and kneaded, pulling you closer. Your bodies fit together perfectly, like puzzle pieces that had been waiting to be put together.

His strong, muscular frame pressed against your lithe, curvy one, his hardness already evident even through the rough fabric of his pants.

With a low growl, he pushed you down onto the bed, climbing on top of you and pinning you beneath his weight. His hands roamed over your body, grasping roughly at your breasts, kneading them through the thin cotton of your dress.

His thumbs flicked over your nipples, making them harden to tight peaks that strained against the fabric. His mouth descended on your neck, his teeth scraping against your sensitive skin, leaving a trail of fiery kisses behind.

"Now this, is the kind of dessert I want," he groaned, his voice rough with desire.

You gasped as he tugged at the ties of your dress, pulling it apart to reveal your bare chest. He cupped your breasts in his hands, weighing them and teasing your nipples with his thumbs.

You arched your back, pressing your chest further into his hands and moaning at the sensation. He leaned down and took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking hard and flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud.

You cried out, tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling him closer. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same treatment while his hand snaked down your body and between your legs. He pressed his palm against your pussy, rubbing slowly and deliberately through the thin fabric of your bloomers. You could feel the heat of his touch through the material, and your hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more friction.

Arthur's lips curled into a smirk as he trailed kisses down your body, settling between your legs. Pulling your bloomers off and tossing them aside he settled between your legs and took a long, leisurely lick from your entrance to your clit. You moaned loudly, gripping the bedsheets as you felt his tongue swirl around your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Sweet as honey," he moaned licking his lips. He wanted more.

He didn't waste any time, spreading your legs wider, exposing your glistening pussy. His fingers traced the delicate folds of your sex, feeling them swell and slicken under his touch. He flicked at your clit with his thumb, eliciting a sharp gasp from your lips. Arthur smirked against your thigh before he dove in again, devouring every inch of you like a starving man.

You couldn't help but cry out as his tongue plunged deep inside you, tasting your sweet honey. He curved his tongue upwards, hitting just the right spot and you nearly came off the bed. His thumb continued to tease and circle your clit, making your whole body tremble.

You threaded your fingers through his hair, gripping it tightly as he ate you out with reckless abandon. The feeling of his beard scratching against your thighs was almost too much to bear.

But you didn't want him to stop. You couldn't get enough of the way he made your body feel. You had never experienced such raw, unadulterated pleasure before.

With each flick of his tongue, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. Your moans grew louder and louder, filling the tent and reaching his eager ears. He wanted to taste all of you, leaving no inch of your body untouched.

His fingers plunged deep inside of you, curling up to hit that sweet spot that made you see stars.

You cried out in pleasure, your hips bucking against his mouth. He continued to lick and suck at your clit, his fingers moving in and out of you in a steady rhythm.

"Oh God, Arthur," you moaned, your fingers tightening in his hair. "I'm so close."

He groaned against your pussy, sending vibrations through your whole body. He could feel you clenching around his fingers, on the verge of release. With one last flick of his tongue, he sent you flying over the edge.

You screamed out his name, bucking against his face as the orgasm ripped through your body like a freight train. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over you, leaving you breathless and trembling.

Arthur didn't relent, not even when you begged him to stop. He kept licking and sucking, making your second orgasm hit just as hard as the first. You were a writhing mess, unable to form coherent thoughts as he pushed you to new heights of pleasure.

Finally, he pulled away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

His eyes glinted with satisfaction as he looked at the state of pure ecstasy he had brought you to.

"Fuck, you taste amazing," he groaned, standing up.

He pulled his shirt over is head revealing his chiseled chest. His abs rippled as he undid his belt and let his pants fall to the ground. His cock sprang free, hard and ready for action. It was a thing of beauty - thick and long with veins running along its length. You couldn't help but lick your lips in anticipation.

Arthur crawled onto the bed, his eyes never leaving yours. He lowered himself onto you, his body covering yours completely. You could feel his hardness pressing into your stomach, it made you ache with need.

Your hands found his shoulders, clinging to him as you kissed him with renewed passion. The stubble on his jawline scratched at your skin, adding a roughness to the kiss that had you moaning into his mouth. His hips began to rock, grinding his swollen cock against your wetness. It was maddening, the feeling of him so close but not yet inside you.

With one hand, Arthur reached between your bodies and positioned himself at your entrance.

The tip of his cock teased you, probing at your slick folds and threatening to plunge inside. You couldn't wait any longer, you needed him, now.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer and urging him on. With a groan, Arthur finally gave in, thrusting deep inside you with one swift motion. You screamed out as he filled you completely, your walls stretching to accommodate his girth.

He began to move, thrusting in and out of you with a ferocity that left you breathless.

Each movement was met with a gasp or a moan, your bodies slapping against each other in the dim light of the tent.

His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he drove himself deeper and deeper. His rhythm matched your breathing, which came in ragged gasps and moans.

You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building from deep within you. Your walls clenched around him, urging him on and making him groan with desire.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he growled as he slammed into you.

His balls slapped against your ass, his movements becoming more frenzied with each passing moment.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and meeting his thrusts with your own. The tent was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, the scent of sweat and sex hanging heavy in the air. It was raw and primal, a mating of two bodies and souls that was as old as time itself.

With every thrust, Arthur hit your g-spot, making stars dance behind your closed eyelids.

Your nails dug into his back, urging him on as you felt yourself nearing the edge of ecstasy.

"Yes, oh God, just like that," you cried out, your voice hoarse with pleasure.

Hearing your sweet cries only spurred Arthur on, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. He was lost in the feeling of you wrapped around him, your walls clenching and unclenching around him like a vice.

Your legs tightened around his waist, pulling him deeper still as you hurtled towards the summit of pleasure.

Arthur's thrusts became erratic, his breath coming in sharp pants as he reached the edge.

"I'm gonna cum," he groaned, his voice strained.

"Do it," you urged, your voice barely above a whisper. "Fill me up."

With a guttural cry, Arthur obeyed, burying himself deep inside you as he spilled his seed. The feeling triggered your own release, and you cried out as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. Your bodies moved together in perfect synchronization, lost in the throes of ecstasy.

Arthur's thrusts slowed, becoming more leisurely and deliberate as he savored the feeling of you clenching around him. He placed soft kisses along your jawline, up to your ear where he whispered filthy things that made your whole body tremble.

"You feel so good, so fucking tight," he groaned, his hot breath tickling your ear.

His words ignited a fire within you, a burning need to feel him deeper inside of you. You rolled your hips, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor as you chased after another orgasm.

The feeling of him deep inside you was indescribable, a sensation that made you feel alive and connected to him in a way that nothing else could.

Arthur's lips found yours once more, his tongue plundering your mouth as he claimed you in the most primal way possible. His hands roamed your body, cupping your breasts and rolling your nipples between his fingers, eliciting gasps and moans from you with every touch.

You arched your back, pressing into his touch as you begged for more.

Arthur's fingers tweaked and teased, his mouth leaving love bites along your neck and shoulder. His thrusts became harder and more demanding, driving you closer to the brink of ecstasy.

The sweat dripped from his brow, splattering on your chest as he took a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before biting down gently. You cried out in pleasure, your back bowing off the bed as he sucked hard on your breast.

His hips pistoned faster and faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the tent.

His breath came in hot, heavy gasps, mingling with your own as you urged him on.

"Harder, Arthur. God, don't stop," you moaned, clawing at his back as he pounded into you.

He grunted in response, his body tensing as he reached the brink of release. You could feel him swelling inside of you, readying to fill you up with his hot seed again. The thought alone sent you over the edge, your walls clenching around him as you screamed his name.

"I wanna see your cock when you come. I want you to shoot your load on me, please, Arthur ," you begged, your voice hoarse with desire.

At your words, Arthur groaned deeply and picked up his pace even more. His thrusts became more frenzied, his body slapping against yours in the dim light of the tent. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to another orgasm, the pleasure building deep within you like a tidal wave about to crash.

"Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum," he growled, his teeth gritted as he pounded into you.

You could feel him thrusting deeper and deeper inside of you, his cock hitting your g-spot with each movement. Your nails dug into his sweaty back as you felt another orgasm building within you.

"Do it, Arthur. Come all over me," you moaned, your head thrown back in pure ecstasy.

"I want to feel you cum on my skin."

At your words, Arthur let out a guttural groan and pulled out of you with a wet pop. He grabbed his cock in his hand, giving it a few strokes before his cum spilled out in thick, hot streams. It landed on your chest and stomach, the warmth of it making you shiver with pleasure.

Arthur watched as his cum painted your skin, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He had never seen anything so beautiful as you lying there, covered in his seed.

It sparked a primal desire inside of him, a need to claim and mark you as his own. His fingers traced the path of his cum as it traveled down your body, making you shiver under his touch.

"Mine," he growled, his pupils dilated with lust.

You could hardly believe the things this rugged outlaw cowboy was saying to you, but you loved every filthy word that came out of his mouth. You felt wanton and desired, something you had never felt before.

Arthur's eyes roamed over your body, taking in every inch of you covered in his seed. His gaze seared your skin, leaving you feeling naked and vulnerable. And it turned you on.

"Again," you breathed, a mere whisper that seemed to awaken something dark within him.

Arthur's eyes snapped up to meet yours, a hunger burning in his gaze that made your heart race. He didn't need any more encouragement as he crawled back onto the bed, settling himself between your legs once more.

His eyes held a primal hunger that took your breath away.

He swiped his thumb through the mess of his cum on your stomach, bringing it to your lips. "Open," he commanded in a low voice. You eagerly complied, taking his thumb into your mouth and sucking it clean. The taste of him on your tongue made your body hum with desire.

"Gooood girl," he growled.

Arthur's thumb slipped out of your mouth, and his hand trailed down to your already-erect nipples. He pinched one, rolling it roughly between his fingers as he leaned down to kiss you again. His tongue invaded your mouth, tasting of sweat and lust. You met his ferocity with equal passion, groaning into the kiss.

Your hips bucked wildly, clenching and unclenching around nothing. You longed for him, your desire for him burning like a wildfire through your veins.

"You're gonna be the death of me woman ," he groaned against your lips. "I can't get enough of you."

His words ignited a fire within you, a burning need to have him inside of you once again. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer as you kissed him with all the passion and longing that had built up inside of you during his absence.

Arthur grunted, his hips bucking as he ground against your wetness. You could feel his cock swelling and hardening once more, ready for another round.

His need for you was insatiable, and you welcomed it with open arms.

"On your knees," he demanded.

You eagerly obeyed, your hands gripping the bedsheets as you positioned yourself on all fours. The position arched your back and thrust your ass in the air, offering yourself to him like a prize.

Arthur's eyes darkened with hunger as he took in the sight of you, his gaze lingering on your exposed pussy. His finger traced your wetness, collecting some of your arousal on the tip before bringing it to his lips.

"So fucking sweet," he groaned, licking his lips.

His hands gripped your hips, pulling you back towards him.

His hot, hard length brushed against your wetness, making you moan with desire. He teased you with his tip, tracing it along your folds before slipping just inside of you. You shivered with anticipation, wanting more but not wanting him to move too quickly. Arthur was a man who knew how to tease and tantalize, drawing out the pleasure until you were a writhing mess under him.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me," he groaned, sliding deeper inside of you.

Your walls clenched around him, pulling him further into your depths. The feeling of his hard cock filling you up was almost too much to bear. You threw your head back, moaning in pleasure as he bottomed out inside of you.

"Goddamn, Arthur. You feel incredible," you moaned, biting your lip.

Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the tent. Arthur's grip on your hips tightened as he began to thrust harder and faster, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

You met each thrust with one of your own, your moans and gasps mixing with his grunts and curses. The sounds of your lovemaking filled the tent, raw and primal and utterly intoxicating.

"You like that, don't you?" Arthur growled, his voice low and deep. "You like it when I fuck you like a dirty little whore."

His words sent a thrill through you, igniting a fire deep within your belly. You loved it when he talked to you like that, when he treated you with a roughness that bordered on obscene.

It was a stark contrast from the gentleness he showed you in everyday life, and it was the combination of both that made your heart race with excitement.

As Arthur continued to fuck you from behind, his thrusts growing harder and faster, you reached down between your legs and began to touch yourself. Your fingers found your clit, already slick with your arousal, and began to circle it in time with his thrusts.

"Goddamn, baby," Arthur growled, his hand reaching forward to grip your hair.

"You're gonna make me cum like this."

Your fingers moved faster, your body tensing as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. You loved feeling him lose control like this, hearing the filthy words spill from his lips as he took you with a primal intensity.

Arthur's thrusts became erratic, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. His hand tightened in your hair, pulling your head back and exposing your neck to him. He leaned down and bit roughly at the sensitive skin there, making you cry out in pleasure.

His free hand snaked around to your front, pushing your hand away to give him access to your clit and stroking it with a maddening precision. Your legs shook as you felt your orgasm building inside you, the sensation growing stronger with each thrust of his cock.

"Oh, fuck, Arthur!" you screamed as you came hard, pressing back against him as he continued to pound into you.

He let out a guttural noise as he followed you over the edge, his cock twitching deep inside of you as he filled you up with his hot seed.

You could feel him pulsating inside of you, a warm and satisfying feeling that made you collapse onto the bed in a heap of exhaustion.

Arthur collapsed next to you, both of you panting heavily as your chests rose and fell in unison. He pulled you into his arms, your sweaty bodies sticking together as he kissed the top of your head.

"I love you, Angel" he whispered gruffly, his hand tracing circles on your back.

You nuzzled into his chest, feeling safe and secure in his arms.

Your body hummed with satisfaction, the soreness between your legs a reminder of the incredible pleasure he had just given you.

Arthur's hand continued to trace patterns on your back, his touch soothing as you drifted off to sleep. You couldn't believe how lucky you were to have a man like him in your life. He made you feel desired and loved, something you had never experienced before.

As you slept, Arthur stayed awake, gazing down at you with a tenderness in his eyes.

He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have found you - a woman who could match his passion and intensity both in and out of the bedroom.

He traced your curves with his fingers, marveling at the softness of your skin. You let out a contented sigh, snuggling closer to him as he wrapped his arms around you.

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nanamimizz · 2 years

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𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒

geto suguru finds the concept of goodness to be conceptualized by you - maybe thats why he loves you so. obsessively, profoundly, lustfully.

a/n: college au, trio and reader are juniors, reader is a foreign exchange student, fem reader, unprotected sex, confession of feelings, lovesick geto my beloved, 5k, minors dni, smut, grinding, fingering, blowjob, creampie, overstimulation, dacryphilia - let me know if i missed something

Suguru doesn’t know what to do with you - he finds you to be enigmatic but it might be because he is so wound up in his world that he finds your simplistic heart to be an oddity.

Unlike him who goes in circles till he sees squares, he finds that you simply take a straight line forward, walking to the beat of your bleeding heart that always gives and is more reluctant to take. He’s seen it in how you interact with the outside - away from him and the inner workings of society. He watched you from his bedroom window stay out on a chilly night, your breath like steam as you feed a stray cat warmed up wet food.

You’re allergic to cats.

The bottomless well of your innate goodness scares him as does it enthrall him. How deep does it go? What makes you like this, what horrible things happened to shape the clay of your heart to turn into the valentine-cartoon shape rather than the ugly tied tube real ones that everyone else seems to bear except for you?

He’s paced his room bloody staring at the pictures of you on your social media pages. Staring at the chunky fit of your knit sweaters, the slit on your skirts, and the buckles of your shoes. He takes in the pixels of your smiles and the shimmer on your eyelids and he keeps staring until his eyes sting like he was looking at the sun.

Maybe that’s the point of your mystery, to burn like the sun in his solar system, to burn the corneas of his eyes so all he sees is the white of your light even when he closes his burned eyes. A part of him hates you as much as he loves you, wishes you were somewhere else, wishes you were someone else, earnestly wishes you weren’t his type to the T so he wouldn’t be here awake at night thinking and longing about you for the 5th night in a row.

Like a moth to the flame he is drawn to you, sticks to your side when morning comes, or rather - makes you stick to him by how he makes you sit in his lap at the overcrowded cafe Satoru dragged you, him, and Shoko to after his Ethics class. He hides his soft groan into your head, your ass landing on the seam of his pants, right where his half-hard cock rests. He chooses to ignore the smirk on Saturo’s face and shudders when you shuffle on top of him to rearrange yourself, the hand that isn’t gripping the table twitches at the restraining the urge to squeeze the plush of your thighs. Or when movie night comes, he shares his blanket with you, keeping a tattooed arm around your shoulder, fingers painting dainty patterns in the exposed skin of your shoulders from your cami top.

He presses you too close, his thin t-shirt does nothing to block the softness of your breasts against his sturdy chest and he finds biting the inside of his cheek helps from stopping his groans - god when was the last time he got laid before you came into their triangle? He can’t even find someone to suit his tastes now that you are here, can barely stomach the flirtatious and lecherous smiles and quips thrown at him in bars, clubs, and parties. It’s embarrassingly humiliating how the simplest forms of contact with you make his cock twitch and balls swell in his loose, pleated pants. You’re some sort of drug to him, every little exchange with him isn’t enough, he always wants more and more. He craves so much a part of him wants to sink his teeth into the slope of your neck and suck into your blood and drink his fill.

Seeing you every day isn’t enough, having you on his lap when there isn’t enough room for the 4 of you isn't enough, and the way he holds you at get-togethers and kickbacks isn’t enough. He needs you with him, at all times, needs you in bed, in his kitchen, needs your products in his bathroom, and your clothes in his hamper. The twine rope of his despair and desperation yields and frays with every passing moment in which you aren’t his - he wonders when it’ll ever break if it ever does.

The snap of the rope came with no fiery explosion or grand scheme - it was when it was the two of you were alone for the group’s weekly event of movie night (both Satoru and Shoko were conveniently out for the night, Shoko at work and Satoru at some freshman’s birthday party - Yuuji or something along those lines) leaving him and you alone for an entire night. You sat on the sofa - fuzzy pajamas and a little long-sleeved cropped shirt. It was your turn for a movie and he knew you’d pick your favorite The Wind Rises.

He calls out your name and you turn smiling at him as sweetly as morning dew and greet him with a tender little wave. You’re soft-spoken for the most part and that seems to multiply when you are with him. At first, it was worrisome - both Shoko and Satoru were quite taken with you and if he made you uncomfortable it would be a problem for the group.

Good thing Geto Suguru was nothing but observant.

You find him attractive, he knows that much. The way you shudder when he brings an arm around you and the way you squirm when he brings in his lap for more space. You’re almost like a stray cat, looking at him from the alleyways when he sets the food down, lowering your body to the ground when he calls and makes attempts to pet you. He has to be gentle with you lest you scurry off and leave him forever. He doesn’t think he can handle even a minute without you as it stands now.

He sits with you as the movie starts and he enjoys it, he finds Jiro’s character to be relatable and enjoys the animation and color of the film but he finds himself leaning in when the character Naoko comes on the screen. In the scene where she descends on the mountain is playing when he feels the tickle of your hair on his shoulder, blinking from the film he turns his gaze at you and sees that you’ve placed your head on his shoulder, pressed up to him and have wrapped your hand around his forearm as Naoko collapses and is caught by Jiro. Suguru, on instinct, leans down and rests his cheek against the top of your head.

Jiro and Naoko leave the train station and the dialogue fizzes in his head as he takes in the scent of your shampoo. As he watches Jiro and Naoko’s love bloom on the screen he finds himself yearning to be like them with you - the movie is paused. Blinking from his stupor he feels you shift away from him, his side aches from your return. You say his family name softly - he fights the urge to correct you (It’s Suguru to you, always Suguru for you,) You can’t reach his eyes and you fidget with a loose thread in your pants and tug the sleeves of your sweater over the palms of your hands.

“Geto I like you. I really like you.” Yours are timid and your accent stumbles through the Japanese language and he fights the urge to grin and grip his hands in excitement. You can't meet his gaze and your shoulders shake from nervousness. He reaches over and holds your hand in his. It’s so much smaller than his, he can’t help but wonder how much bigger he is compared to you in other ways.

“Oh?.” He says just as softly, hand coming up to make you face him. He huffs at how warm your face is in his hand and how you avoid eye contact. He turns your face to the side, smiles at your sharp intake of breath, and presses a sweet kiss to your cheek. Your hands come up to his forearms and he laughs outright.

“How long have you liked me? I’ve liked you since we first met.” He’s teasing, that isn’t exactly true but he grins at how you stammer and grow more and more flustered, his fingers pressing into the softness of your cheeks in his palm.

“I-i liked you when I sat next to you in class. You were so…so handsome and smart. It was really hard not to get drawn to you.” You confess, eyes lidded beneath wispy eyelashes and he wonders if you knew how demurely you are and how he wants to smother and ruin you. You feel like honey in his hands, he thinks. He wants to feel you slip through his fingers and pool beneath him just so he can pick you up again.

“You’re so cute ya know? Even when you can’t bear to look at me right now - it’s cuz you’re embarrassed right?” You shuffle and stutter at his jab and your hands tighten on his forearms - you can't help the weakness in your knees nor can you help the shiver in your spine.

You’ve never been one to be pushed around but Geto makes it sugary sweet-like caramel in between your teeth. His words are like a sour green candy apple - gooey and warm til the sting of the joke bites your tongue. You can’t say anything to him, you are embarrassed - you were a bit of a contradiction, ever the wallflower you crave attention but you don’t know what to do with yourself when you have it. As always you need direction, from someone to take your shape in their hands and make something of your malleable form into a clearer shape

Seems as if you and Geto Suguru were born for one another - he was your eager sculptor and you the raw material and Geto Suguru would cross hell or high water to incur the favor of your form to make you, his. As he pulls away you pout and look at him indignantly, with a flustered look on your face you tug him back.

“Where do you think you’re going - you haven’t accepted my confession.” You scold him and you remind him of a child being denied a sweet, fluster leaving your face to reveal your insistence. He laughs and it sounds like autumn bell blooms in the wind and you grow even more embarrassed.

“Stop teasing me - give me your answer.” You can see the amber of his eyes twinkle when he nods, amusing you and for a moment you see the snake in the bushes.

“Yes, yes I like you too - very much in fact. Since we met.” His words are sugar-crusted trying to sate your almost childish pouting. You hate that it works, pout going to a shy smile as you look up at him with doe eyes.

“O-oh?” You press yourself closer to him like the ocean tide with the moon and if you had a tail it’d wag when he hums and nods along with you. It’s almost juvenile how the two of you are, rubbing and nuzzling and giggling with each other over repeated confirmations of your feelings for each other. He feels lighter Suguru thinks, now that the tension is done and gone, he still wants more - the cavities in his molders want more of your placid sweetness, to rot even further until he aches for you.

“Yep. You’re such a cute little thing, and incredibly sweet. It was difficult to resist you - I’d spend all day and night thinking about you.” He speaks with a cloud in his eyes, and the confession is heavy for him you realize. Ge-no Suguru has never been one to be open about his secrets and you gulp at how he opens up to you. You aren’t so absent-minded to not have noticed how he changed with you. Where he was distant with Shoko he was close with you, where he was callous with Satoru he was affectionate as can be with you. Seeing the pink on his pale face you wanted to make the burden lighter for him.

“You’d think of me at night? That’s the most perverted confession I’ve ever heard.” Your muttered head turns to the side, giggling when you hear him scoff and click his tongue at you. In your mind’s eyes, you can see him roll his eyes at you and when you expect a snarky remark he surprises you with even more honesty - the poker master revealing his cards to you.

“Maybe you did make me a bit of a pervert.” He laughs at your shocked face, he can see the whites of your eyes and his pink-tinged grin broadens at your face. He hears you ask a trembling question and his shoulders shake with the effort to contain his laughter.

“Are you so surprised? Sweetheart, I haven't been able to bring someone else home since meeting you.” You blink stupidly at him before shaking your head at him. You push him (it doesn’t do anything to a man as built as Suguru).

“I don’t believe you.”

“You should.”

“I don’t.”

He sucks his teeth and tongues his cheek at your stubbornness.

“You can ask Satoru if you don't because he knows all too well the dry spell you have me under. Not that I mind, I have you now.” He isn’t smiling anymore and his brows are furrowed at your refusal to believe him.

“Why don’t you believe me, sweetheart?” You don’t say anything to him, still looking away from him, bringing your arms to wrap around yourself.

“Cuz you’re..well you ya know? It’s hard to believe someone's like you wants me so bad when you could have anyone you want. Especially when I’m not the prettiest person around,” you ramble on looking anywhere but him, and you fail to see the way his face cools to stoicism.

“I fail to see how my looks come into how I feel towards you - I didn’t bring anyone into my bed because I was completely in love with you. I couldn’t stand the way people looked at me - it was too different from how sweetly you looked at me. I couldn’t bear it when others touched me, their grip was too strong, their nails too long. It wasn’t like the way you would touch me.” His gaze is heated now, you feel the air shift - the tension that left with your alleviation returned in a cold blaze like that of a freezer burn.

“You’ve had me in a grip, do you know that? No, I don’t think you do. Girls like you never do - you’ve got nothing but butterflies in your head, you don’t even know how much suffering you’ve put me through.” He continues, leaning into your space - it feels different than before. No longer was he buffered by the softness of love but something heady is tugging at his strings you can see in how he talks to you and the wrinkles on his forehead. You feel it too, the storm in your stomach as the secretive man reveals more of the things he kept close to his heart to you.

He squeezes your cheeks in his hand and holds your face to his, bringing your forehead to be flush against him, “You wanna know something? Not even cheap, basic porn got me off. No one has ever brought me to this point, no one. Not even my first girlfriend in my first year. I had to stroke my stupid cock to your dumb Instagram pictures. Getting off to your short little skirts and your smiles, you post for everyone to see. Do you have any idea how embarrassing that is?”

His grip tightens and you shake your head in his hand and he coos at you,

“Of course, you wouldn’t, you’ve been a good girl all your life, you have right? I bet you don’t even put a finger inside when you get off. If you even do.” You frown and squirm against his hold. Through the forced pout, he has you in, you manage to slur out,

“I do get off - you dumb pervert.” Suguru laughs at that and grins almost cruelly.

“Yeah? You do? How then, since you wanna be a big girl now?” He enjoys the struggle in your face, it’s crude how he speaks to you but you like it even if your attempt to hide it is a piss poor at best. You face in a frozen still and you stumble through a mess of stuttered words and he watches amused by your inability to double down and back up your words. He runs a thumb over your bottom lip and you pause, the stumbling mixture of words comes to a still as your eyes go wide.

“Can I kiss you? Properly, I mean.” He asks and you nod, ears hot to the touch. You press your eyes close and tilt your head to him letting him press forward and meet your pouted lips with his. You taste of cherry chapstick and he feels the tacky balm rest on his lips. Suguru grins as you sigh, he lets your face go and reaches down to your waist. His hands feel big at your waist you think, his thumbs circle and rub at the exposed part of your skin - you squirm and whine into his mouth when you feel his tongue press at the seam of your lips. You are pulled - or maybe you move on your own up until you are situated on his lap? You can’t tell, your head is spinning, Suguru is sucking on your tongue as you feel something hot under the seam of your pants.

You pull away when your grip on his shirt loosens and you feel his chest heave in time with yours. The strings of spit connect, break and drool from your lips and you whine when he presses you down - closer to the hot rod beneath you.

“Maybe if you’re good enough, you can cure me of my pervertedness.” He teases, cheeks sore from grinning and voice raspy with want. You gasp weakly into his lips, you take deep gulps of air as if kissing Suguru left you with only liquid in your lungs. Short gasps of affirmation are all you give him when you feel his soft lips press feather-light kisses to your lupus and travel down the column of your throat, large and long fingers tracing the slope of your collarbones. He stops at the swell of your tit, the thin materials doing nothing to hide the pebble of your nipples, and your shut eyes make you miss the look of a starved man in Suguru’s eyes when you permit him to touch them.

You’re surprised when he doesn’t take your shirt off - Suguru is a man of patience and he finds that the longer you wait the sweeter the prize, and your delicious gasp, when he presses his fingers into the fat of your tits, is exactly as sweet as he pitifully fantasized it would be. Suguru hums contempt at your trembling gasps - his thumb and forefingers waste little time rolling the sensitive peaks of your nipples and smiles pacified at the high wail that tears from your throat.

“These are so sensitive.”, he mused, chuckling at your shaky nod, “They are so soft too, I could play with these forever.” He continues, pushing forwards and placing his face in between them. You jump when you feel something wet and hot suck at your nipple through the thin material of your shirt. You keen - hips rolling forward and curling your fingers into the thick material of his crewneck sweater. He groans - he feels the pulsing of the molten heat of your cunt on his lap. Moving to the other breast he grins at the wet patch and obvious print of your nipple - only to be covered with his hand. He keeps you like that, wanting to shred your defenses and leave you wired, he ruins your shirt with nips, and licks, and sucks at your nipples until you’re whining in his lap and begging to take the shirt off. He pulls away and laughs softly at the lustful and needy look on your face. Your brows were furrowed and whined, bumping your hips forwards till you hit the ridge of his cock and you sigh prettily. Cocking his head to the side he hums at you,

“You want to see it?” You blink slowly, as if under a trance, and nod bashfully. Smiling pleasantly at your submission, he takes your wrist and brings it to his waistband. You’re trembling, he can see the shaking of your fingers under his palm - he smiles and looks at you through the blanket of his lashes.

“It’s okay I’ll help you..” he says, he holds your hand from above and puppets it to tug his pants down - you squeak when you see the base of it (Suguru happened to forgo underwear tonight) and your eyes are wide as saucers when the pants keep giving, revealing inch by inch till you see the whole length. Pale and jaw slack, you can’t help but whine like a pet when begging for a treat - 7 inches, curving to the left and thick you’re a half foot in fear and the other in pure lust at the idea of that thing going inside you in any capacity. Seeing the way you are in near tears he coos at you, hand coming behind your head and cooing to you,

“It’s okay, you’re scared aren’t you?” You nodded, unable to take your gaze away, mouth dry and teeth sunk into your bottom lip. You feel his hand pat your head and he presses in half comforting you and half coddling you, voice like molasses both dark and sweet.

“Don’t worry - it won’t hurt, promise. It’ll feel good, trust me.” You nod, your overheating mind trusting the lull of his words as you sniffle and bend under his silk-wrapped force, he’s pushing you down – you tell by how his body gets closer and the fog in your mind grows thicker and thicker. You blink and gulp at his impressive length that looms over you like an obelisk. You still feel his hand on your head, patting you and giving you sugar-crusted sweet things, subtly leading you to where he wants you to go.

You’re his trembling sheep and him your shepherd, the back of your mind thinks. His cockhead is at your lips, deep red and swollen, it shines in the slick of pre and you whine at how your mouth drools. You look up at him, half your form on the floor, the other half clabbered on the couch and bent over his knees. He never stops smiling, patiently waiting for you to begin, the pressure on your head from the paw of his hand tethers you to the moment.

Your pink tongue comes out of your mouth and you lick, tentatively at the spongy head. He doesn’t taste strong, it’s tangy and a bit salty but the musk of it makes your thighs press and knees draw together as you keep licking down the length of his cock. Your eyes are shut and your face turned away, embarrassed at the dirty, position you are in - you think he’d be merciful and let you stay hidden for this part but you are drawn back to the magnetic pull of Geto Suguru when his hand from your head goes to your cheek and taps - 1, 2, 3.

“Don’t hide from me, that look on your face is my favorite part. You should be more open about these things too, you love me right?” He smiles as you nodded, not stopping your licking at the head of his cock, pelvis flexing at the gentle pleasure you milk from him revealing the fuzz of an inky black happy trail.

“Then don’t worry - you’ll learn to love it too.” You pause and blink, confused at his words, until his cock, grabbed by his other hand, is shoved in your mouth suddenly. You half squeak, half gag and he laughs at the bug-eyed look you give him. He didn’t shove the whole thing in your unprepared throat, just a bit more than the head and you do as he tells you - “Suck.” The pinprick of tears stings the back of your eyes and your throat bobs in the anxiety of having to take a monstrosity of a cock down your delicate throat.

“Just keep it there,’ Suguru groans, both hands now cradling your head in their grip; thumbs digging into the plush skin of your cheek as he fights back the instinct to push further into your pliant mouth. It’s hot - wet and constricting he can’t imagine how good your cunt will feel if this is how good your mouth is to him; the slope of your tongue and your suckling mouth milk him sweetly, it’s a slow pace and someone else would ram their cock into your mouth and he fights his lesser nature to do just that, If you could see you’d note how he stills his hips and bites at his lip to keep himself anchored, head thrown back at the meticulous, caramel-hot pleasure you give him with gentle sucks and kitten licks.

“Shit - enough, enough..fuck that’s it, baby.” He whispers down to you, pulling you off his cock as strings of drool follow your puffy mouth. You’re panting, face hot and spit down to your tits, more stains on your poor shirt. He pats his thighs and you shuffle over, pulling and folding your legs so you half sit in his lap. You lean into him, his cock pressed up against the material of your fuzzy pants making him hiss that you swallow with your needy kiss. Pushing your tongue against his lips he grins at the incessant roll of your hips, palms, and greedy fingers coming to pinch and pluck the waistband of your pants to pull them down and away. You whine as the room’s air hits your heated thighs, your sodden panties feeling cold and sticky without the layer of your bottoms.

“Need- need something, anything, please. Please Suguru-” your pleading is cut by a finger hooking the gusset of your panties to the side and sliding against the plush slick of your folds. You gasp and tremble, face leaning down till it lands on the slope of your lover's neck, right under his ear. Your blunt nails dig into his shoulders when you feel something velvety brush against the pearl of your clit. A weak, wispy cry is all you let out as he shallowly sinks and swirls his finger into the fluttering whole of your cunt. Your hips jump and twitch at the pressure of his cock at your clit - you feel like you’re in a never-ending haze, pleasure making your brain to a churned mush.

“Keep still - I need to prep you,” He speaks to you slowly as if you’re too brain dead to comprehend his words. Maybe you are the way you press closer to him in the mindless pursuit of your pleasure. You can hear your gasps and whines at how your cunt gives and uncurls for him with minimal effort, you can’t even hear him laugh lightly at your weakness, your patheticness. It feels mean, maybe he should go easier on you but he grins at how you poorly hid your liking to be pushed around by him, from him. Your cunt gives as easily as you do, his finger settles as deep as it can go, brushing past the bundle of nerves that makes your hips still and tense - like a spring that has been locked.

“Found something, didn’t I?”

Squealing, thin, and shrill against his ear, Suguru makes sure to keep his finger there - keeping pace and pressure to keep your folds grinding against his cock. You’re high strung, drooling more and more into his shirt - soaking the cotton as you cry out when the pressure in your gut builds and snaps.

Slacking your form, you blink your eyes but can’t escape the tears that slip past your clumped together eyelashes. Gasping for breath, you sob when you realize a second finger is now pushing past the clamped and suckling insides of your cunt. They push in and out, scissoring - pulling at the nerves of your puffy content and Suguru shushes your cries with messy kisses; soft licks at the seam of your lips as more and more tears drip from your shut eyes.

“Suguru, Suguru, too much - it’s so much,” you’re pleading - or whining to him and presses a kiss to your trembling jaw, keeping you anchored as his fingers stretch you out,

“Shhh, shh it’s okay sweet girl. I gotta make sure it fits in you, s’gonna makes you feel so good. Just stay still f’me okay?” He lulls you, makes you sniffle, and nod. It makes you push out your hips, angling your hips so his fingers reach deeper and farther than anything you’ve done before. Moaning and rolling your eyes back you almost melt then and there in his lap as you soak his fingers for the 2nd time of the time. Boneless and lip you can only bob your head when you feel yourself being manhandled into his lap - your knees spread and hips above his cock.

He’s going to be inside you now.

“Thank you, thank you - Suguru, Suguru, love you,” You babble mindlessly, lips only a hair away from him as he hisses when your wet cunt kisses the tip of his cock. Sweat beads down his forehead as he smiles at you, keeping his eyes on your pretty, dazed face. Your eyes are red and wet and the tear tracks on your face endear him to you. You were as sweet as he always thought you would be, needy and sensitive and addicting to his insatiable hunger. He presses you down further giving you candied comforts as you go further and further down the length of his cock. Your cunt gives and sucks, fluttering around him and making his groan to match your faint sighs.

It burns but it feels good. It stings but his fingers dance at your clit, turning the slight pain to buzzes of mind-numbing pleasure. You pulse around him, he feels your cunt take and take, silken walls - hot and soaking pulls and milks him from his balls to his tip. Hissing through his teeth, Suguru grips your hips and pulls you up , he breathlessly laughs at the star-eyed look on your face and drops you back down. A shriek is pulled from you, girlish and helpless little - “ah, ah, ah, ah”s paired with the loud wet smack of your slicked cunt meeting his pelvis ring through the tranquil room.

The candle flickers and you both moan in tandem. Suguru, your Suguru is so big, so deep in your most sensitive parts you swear you feel him in your brain, shaping your mind into the character of his name stroke by stroke of his hips. It’s too much but not enough, you need more and more, more of him. Deeper, faster, harder fucking you every day till you tire of it - if you ever do. Sugar fairs no better, teeth grinded together in an attempt to keep his moans inside, part cursing your sweet, pretty little cunt for milking him so well and the other half falling in love with it - just like he knew he would.

You feel it, the rushing heat and the snapping in your gut you cry out, voice cracking and breaking like the fraying of rope deep inside of you. Sugar fairs no better as his balls swell and twitch, hips now going at an irregular pace - he tugs down the strap of your shirt and brings you close, bringing his teeth down on the soft skin of your shoulder as he finally gives, painting and shooting the petals of your cunt white. You whine, chest-pounding and rising, pulsing weakly around his softening cock. You press your forehead to his cheek and look down at the shining, wet, and white mess that leaks from you.

You reach down to press at your clit to finish - just to milk the last bit of pleasure from your puffy cunt. Your trembling hand is swatted away by Suguru - you murmur his name with a bleating thank you - “Shh, let me do it.” he says to you, voice quiet and cracked as yours. His fingers swipe and rub at your pearl and you both whine when you come - cunt flexing and suckling his softened cock that rests inside you.

He keeps you there, he hasn’t let go of your hips and you bring him closer, pressing little kisses to his damp brow - he did most of the work. You gaze at him lovingly from your position, he was sweet if not a little mean to you. You like that about him though, you think as you rake your fingers through his long as, content as he sighs and relaxes in your holds. It surprises you, how he goes from sweet to lustful and back to sweet but you suppose that’s what enthralls you about him.

He says your name and you blink slowly, oblivious as he coos at the sleepy look on your fucked out, sated face. You hum and lean closer to him, if possible. His hands rub at your hips, going further to your stomach and rubbing your stomach.

“Are you okay? Does anything hurt? Wasn’t exactly gentle with you.” He asked and you smiled at him the way you always do and nodded. Pressing another kiss to his face he laughs at how affectionate you are. He lifts you, this cock comes out with a slight pop and you whine at the feeling of your combined mess leaking down your thighs.

“I’ll get you a towel and water, stay here. I’ll make you some food too if you’re hungry.” You nod, wincing to keep your thighs pressed so you don’t make a mess - well a bigger mess than you’ve already made (you eye the drool stains and bite marks on the sofa).

“Suguru, wait!” You call as your face grows hot as the question blooms in your mind. You hear him hum from the small kitchen connected to the living room. He walks back to you, in hand with a water glass, and peers at you from the open doorway.

“Yeah?”

“Um..are we like? Dating now? Like boyfriend and girlfriend?” You avert your eyes and Suguru feels like laughing and dying with the look on your face, that of a blushing maiden as if he didn’t bring you to completion on your couch not even 5 mins prior. He comes close, hands the glass, and kisses your cheek sweetly.

“Yes, we are dating my blushing little maiden.” He laughs at your squawk and an indigent cry of - “Hey! Don’t call me that!” Pressing another kiss to your cheek from over the couch he smiles at you truly and soundly. You are as good as he always thought you’d be.

#lamb.writes #jjk. ♡#geto. ♡#geto x reader #geto smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut

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apocalypse-shuffle · 6 months

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SCARECROW | JONATHAN CRANE (general canon)

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“Freakum Dress” (Scarecrow | Jonathan Crane x Fem!Reader)

| Tasked with going to a gala with your miserable boyfriend things are not looking up, then one of the Rogues makes a special appearance. Whether that’s a good thing or not is…yet to be decided.

| SFW, showing off a new outfit, (TW: murder, mild gore), reader has a good for nothing boyfriend -chubby!reader

| Pic source: Batman - The Long Halloween

| 1k+ words

“Are you sure this will fit the theme?” You question through the bathroom door.

Your partner sighs so loud it passes straight through the reinforced wood to reach your ears.

“How many times are you gonna ask me that question? Either come out or don’t, but I’m leaving. You’ve been in there for like an hour.”

He walks off then and in a fit you finish fixing your hair and then throw your spray bottle on the counter. An hour. He was acting a fool over you taking an hour, as opposed to his measly ass twenty minutes, to get ready.

You pull open the door and yell: “Are you fucking kidding me?”

He yells back at you from the living room.

“Hell yeah! You’ve got 10 minutes before I go without you!”

Your nose scrunches and you glare at the closed bedroom door before sucking your teeth.

Fine. This was just going to have to be the outfit you settled on. The man had given you barely a day to get your shit together for his gala, spouting about wanting to show you off, only to throw a fit when you started asking what he deemed to be too many questions.

You brush your hands down the sides of your dress. Personally you didn’t think asking what the theme was once could be classified as ‘too many questions’, but whatever. You already know he’s moody as hell. One of the many things you’ve been putting up with since agreeing to date him almost two years ago now.

You size yourself up in the mirror. At least you looked good. Your boyfriend might have been in a mood but you’d been cooped up in the house for too long. It’d do you some good to go out.

“Yes ma’am!” you spin a little to look at the back of the dress before wiping away a smudge of your lipstick from your chin. You smile then lock off the light and leave the bathroom.

“I think I’m ready,” you tell your boyfriend from where he’s sitting at the dining table. Then it’s your turn to get spontaneously annoyed as he looks you up and down.

He licks his lips. “Oh, you're in theme alright.”

You scoff, giving him a tight lipped smile as you grab your purse.

“Good to know,” you open the front door and toss him his keys as he follows you. “Now let’s go.”

•••

You can tell as soon as you enter the gala, clutching your boyfriend’s arm while he holds you close by the waist, that you weren't quite in theme.

It’s a Halloween party, so you know you’re not completely off, but while you’re dressed in a backless sparkly orange floor length cocktail dress, the other women around you are definitely not so chaste.

While you’d thought you’d go with something more classic that showed off your figure (fupa and all), everyone else, who clearly were allowed time to put their outfits together and told the actual theme, was dressed in giant ball gowns and elegant bouta and colombina masks.

You narrow your eyes and blow off air as you’re dragged around like a prized pony. Your boyfriend mostly takes to showing you off to every manner of his twitchy eyed business associates. You swear you break out in hives just being in their vicinity.

When he’s introducing you to the CFO of his company the man is simularily twitchy, problem is this time his eyes aren’t the only thing with no manners. You have to knock his hand off thrice and endure a chocolate innuendo and some real shitty flirting attempts all while your impotent excuse for a partner just cracks jokes and kisses ass.

It’s when the old man utters: “You got yourself a real good woman, Mr. Daniels, but I’d never let mine go out dressed so inappropriately.” that you really lose it.

There’s a split second where you just have to take in that those words actually just came out of his mouth before you gut react.

You cock your head, “Excuse me-?”

Stefan grabs you by the arm and jerks you back from where you’ve taken a step towards his superior.

“Excuse us! We're just going to get some air, Sir!”

Then you're gone, being dragged off to an empty balcony by your boyfriend and his tacky as hell penny loafers.

“You’re a fucking punk, you know that?”

“Don’t do this shit right now, Y/n.”

“I’ma do whatever the hell I please after you just stood there like a dummy and let your boss harass me.”

He shakes his head with a scoff and deposits you in a low lit corner of the balcony. He stands in front of you, blocking you from the rest of the attendees in the main room as you take a moment to catch yourself.

The long suffering way he rolls his eyes is oddly hurtful.

“And so what?”

“So what?” Your eyes widen and you stare at him in bewilderment.

“Yeah,” he stresses. “You know how hard I’ve been working to get this promotion and he says a few words and you lose your shit! Can’t you just support me for on—!”

“—Ohhh, don’t you just hate it when couples fight?”

The both of you freeze.

Stefan doesn’t even turn but you can’t help the way your eyes track to find the source of the voice. At the corner of the small three person balcony, just out of your line of sight, a figure sits crouched on the stone railing. Glowing red eyes stare back at you where the person’s balancing effortlessly and you fight the urge to let out some unholy mix of a choked back whimper and a noise of pure frustration.

Of course one of Gotham’s Rogues was what your night needed.

You’re still staring at him when Stefan finally unglues himself and turns to stare too, and the longer you look - the longer anyone takes to speak - the more the darkness seems to aid in distorting the image of Scarecrow taking stock like he’s high above the fields.

Honestly, the fear he elicits isn’t unfounded. A far cry from the Dr. Crane you once learned under and TA’d for, this version of the man barely registered as human.

Spindly arms and legs make up his majority, the features of an otherwise completely normal man but the way he wears them makes your skin crawl. As far as you can tell there’s been no sightly gas permeating in the air that wasn’t Gotham’s usual smog, but a steady tremur is settling under your flesh anyway.

“U-um,” Stef clears his throat, taking a shaky step even closer to the man on the other side of the balcony. He holds his hands up and they shake down to their very marrow. You feel him. “Listen,” he’s saying, and that’s his negotiation voice.

“I don’t want any problems, alright? Just- look,” he indicts you over his shoulder and instantly your heart seizes with betrayal.

“Stef-!”

You try to grab him, get him to stop. To think. Two years worth of a relationship down the drain for this? Sefan isn’t having it though and shrugs your hand off before taking yet another step towards the man of nightmares.

Your arms fall to your sides in defeat as he starts trying to make a deal, throwing you under the bus in any way he can possibly think to.

“I’m not worth it, alright, Man? Her though? She’s got enough trauma for the both of us. Just let me go and- and I won’t call the cops or anything. I’ll just leave, yeah?”

At Scarecrow's continued silence you watch detached as Stefan gets even closer, hands clasped together with a big wobbly smile on his face.

“C’mon man, right? You can’t tell me you don’t want a piece of that. She’s so fucked up it’s a miracle she’s not been committed yet…”

Your absolutely gutless waste of an ex keeps going on but you stop listening to him the second Scarecrow starts physically responding to his words.

Still performing his balancing act, like a great perching crow the man leans forward slightly. Though he’s clearly gearing up to address Stefan it seems - to your great horror - that he’s looking at you instead.

The salt from your tears burns your eyes, and similarly your heart turns to cinder in your chest as the villain contemplates you.

You glare at Stefan’s back.

Fucking Stefan.

Scarecrow cuts the man’s treacherous word vomit off not a fiery blink later.

“Alright now,” he says, tone nearly placating. That grand scythe the villain fancies so much makes its first appearance, swinging around to threaten at Stefan’s space without falter, “that’ll do, Pig,” Scarecrow rasps, and Stefan perks up, hopeful.

You have a split second to wonder what the fuck that means before the scythe retreats then comes swinging back around towards an unsuspecting Stefan.

All it takes is one fluid blur of movement and then in a slow slide you watch, breathe lodged uncomfortably in your throat, as his head separates from his body with a slick sound.

His head falls to the ground with a wet thud and you blink wildly down at it. So wildly in fact that when his body follows - knees first as if in prayer and then sprawled unceremoniously to the ground - you barely react.

A shift, boots scratching against stone, and your eyes snap back upwards.

The long pointy tipped hat he’s wearing falls languidly from the left to the right in his exertion before his dark gaze is panning back to meet your own.

A beckoning hand is held out to you, signs of a human hand inviting you closer. For a brief wandering second your eyes slide to the glass doors, to the party beyond, and you imagine.

Would you even make it past the first step? Jumping over your former partner’s fallen body would slow you down, and despite his skinny frame everyone in Gotham’s seen Scarecrow go toe to toe with the Dark Knight. Could you stand up against that?

The crudely stitched together burlap sack seems itself to breathe as the Scarecrow inhales to speak.

“Tick…tock,” he chimes and your fantasies fall to impossible pieces at your feet.

Blearily you blink over at him, eyes thankfully dry again.

“Breath,” he instructs a moment later, and despite your fear - or maybe because of it - you do as you’re told.

That first gasp of chilly air cuts its way down your dry throat so horribly you feel it the whole way down.

It’s enough of a shock to your system that you finally push through the trudge of your own terror to accept his invitation. Like this you only have to step over Stefan’s feet to cross the balcony and lay your hand in his.

Long pointed nails prick, light but incessant, into the skin of your palms as he appears to closely inspect your plump figure.

He’s bringing your hand up so he can spin you when he pauses, head tilting to the side. You swallow nervously and your hand starts shaking even more in his grip as he silently regards you.

“Ms. L/n?”

Shit.

“Who?” Your choked out words snap everything back in motion.

The cloth around the masked figure's mouth seems to stretch taunt, giving the nearest hint of a smile.

“Oh darling,” he croons. “You have just made the night so much more interesting.”

Up close like this he recognizes the face of his most engaging student from back in the day and you … ? Well, your stomach drops as you’re faced with the full attention of a madman.

Unbeknownst to you as your conversation was transpiring, mini squadrons of henchmen had infiltrated and were terrorizing the elites schmoozing on the inside. Clouds of sickly looking gas floating into the air.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!

Jonathan: *gives you a rebreather* "I expect a summary of tonight's events and an analysis of at least three different people's reactions by the time we leave.

You: *startled blinking & blindly taking whatever he hands you*

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it! this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.

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matcha-flavored-cake · 2 years

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TRICK OR TREAT

⁰¹ I don't have regrets or shame. I was extremely horny and thinking abt tartaglia and scary clowns. Best things of the world

⁰² Yes i know that is Ghostface in the picture, I just couldn't find a clown to fit the aesthetic ok

⁰³ tw: dumbification, lots of "sweetie, cutie, slut, bitch", pussy pleaser tartaglia, primal play, mentions of cum and blood, exhibitionism, fucking in the woods, kissing, biting, creampie, lots of cum (I'm disgusting<3). And clowns.

⁰⁴ no beta we die like valorant players

Enjoy <3

You loved Halloween, it's the best part of the year. The screaming of kids, the candy, the ghosts. Even if people called you weird for liking this things.

Truth is, you were always a little weird.

But the best people in the world are.

When you and your friends decided to go to the Halloween Carnival that would take place in town, you were super excited. People scaring you from all sides? Cool costumes and games? You're in. And maybe you liked the idea of being chased by a fake killer clown a little too much? Yes but it wasn't your fault they were... attractive.

Your friends knew it, and they weren't the least bit surprised to see your excitement when they arrived at the Carnival. Between running away from clowns and even trying to kiss some of the "scary" clowns, you and your friends managed to have a lot of fun and even get laughs out of people who were working that night.

You and your friends decided to split up and play some games, between jokes and attempts to eat at some point you ended up losing the group. You just laughed deciding to look for them along the way, looking the costumes, taking pictures do maybe draw latter, and eating candy. You're humming a soft melody of "Scarborough Fair" when a sudden clown emerged in front of you making you scream and laugh.

"Trick or treat cutie?" the muffled voice asked you. He was tall, oh boy he as tall, and he did a good job with his mask, and he was holding a fake axe in hands. 8/10 of a costume.

"You scared the shit out of me!" You laugh, bending your body to take a deep breath. The clown seemed amused by your reaction.

"Usually people start crying out of fear and don't laugh you know?" you just let out a weak laugh in response.

"You'll have to do a better trick to get some reaction out of me y'know?" You laughed and stuck your tongue out as you continued walking.

"So will it be trick cutie?" he asked. For a moment you imagined a hint of second intentions in his voice. But so what if it did? It's Halloween, he looked cool, and walking out of the Carnival with wobbly legs and jaw aching from sucking cock seemed like a good idea.

"Yeah. It's trick for you Mr. Scary Clown." You looked behind, smiling at him. He was fast to catch the invite.

After making sure that he didn't catch wrong vibes, and you were sober and consenting to him (after all he's not a jerk and consent is important). He decided to torture you a little (in the best way possible) while leading you to one of the buildings used to prepare one of the haunted houses. He put his hand in the back pocket of your jeans, giving a nice squeeze in your ass every now and then. You're nervous and smiling like a dummy, and honestly who wouldn't? Along the way he was asking things about you while going up in the building, and you could swear you saw a boner in front of his pants. When you reached the third floor of the building he stoped:

"Here's the thing, were going to play a little game." He said. You nodded, you're so dummy, such a good little bitch Tartaglia thought. "We're going to play hide and seek ok?" He got close, putting his hands on your waist, making small circles, you had barely started and your mouth was already dry.

"You can't go downstairs, unless you want everyone seeing what I'm about to do with you okay cutie? Yeah? Can you promise that?" He humped his crotch on your heat slightly, making you moan a little. "I'm going to count to 10, and you're going to hide ok sweetie? Be a doll for me and do as I say hmm?" You nodded, mind hazy already, he gave your ass another squeeze.

"By the way, you can call me Tartaglia. One... Two..." He started counting, you stupidly looked at the rooms and corridors of the small 5 floor building and started to run towards one of the rooms. Outside the window you could see the colorful lights of the Carnival, and below you could hear screams from the haunted house, you smiled at the thought that while everyone was playing outside you would be playing a dirty game inside the building.

You've finally managed to find a reasonable place to hide, behind a counter in a room. You heard Tartaglia saying that he stopped counting and started hunting you. You heart was racing, and your panties were starting to get soaked with the idea of being hunt like a prey. The anxiety and tension making you more excited than you wanted to admit.

"Cutie~ I can hear you panting~" Tartaglia said laughing, you covered your mouth with a red face. Had he turned you into a bitch in heat with just a few humps and ass squeezes? Damn...

For a moment everything was silent and you almost came out of your hiding place to check if Tartaglia had gotten lost or left you there alone. But a pair of hands appeared in your field of vision and pulled you out while laughed. "Fuck yeah, I've got you" he said and you screamed, laughing with him right after.

"Gotta get my treat now." He said next to you ear, turning you to face the window, leaning on the counter. He gave your ass a slap before start humping again, this time more harder and moaning louder. You started mewling felling his boner between your clothed ass. God he was so big, the way he was holding your waist tightly making you feel things.

He started to take off his pants, lowering them to his legs, and palming his boner in front of you. You imitated him taking off your pants and jacket, lucky you weren't in a costume. Tartaglia lifted his mask enough for his mouth to show and started giving you little kisses, with time you two were kissing like horny teenagers.

He was standing between your legs, lowering his underwear and squeezing your breasts. He seemed to try to hold every part of your body.

"Fuck, you're pretty, can't believe I got you all for myself" he said kissing your and giving your neck and collarbones some hickeys. He let his heavy cock rest against your tummy. You bite your lips while held his dick masturbating him. You felt hot and your mind was cloudy, you wanted to suck his dick really bad.

Tartaglia kissed your neck and took off your bra licking and sucking your nipples while looking at you. He was in his own Wonderland. He took of his mask, revealing that even under the mask he wore clown makeup, which was now slightly melted, giving him a chaotic look. He was so pretty. With blue eyes scanning your state: panting, in messy clothes, and breasts inviting him once more.

"Fuck" he said, going back to your nipples closing his eyes sucking and biting like he want to milk your breasts. He humped again rubbing his dick in you clit making you moan loudly and spread your legs. Your fingers twitched in pleasure as he lowered his mouth further and further.

"Can I lick your pussy Sweetie?" He asked nicely patting your belly. You nodded of course you nodded, smiling stupidly. He kissed your pussy, grateful and you're gone, moaning like his little bitch. Tartaglia sucked and licked you as if his life depended on it, his hands held your thighs steady, and even though you closed around him he smiled and rolled his eyes in pleasure like he was tasting ambrosia. The wet sounds of his mouth and you mixed with the excitement outside made your head full.

You rocked your hips against his face and Tartaglia started seeing stars, sucking you while one hand was on his own cock, moaning from both pleasures. He wanted to go on, he wanted to taste you. He hunted you and now he would eat you out and taste everything you had to give him. You were his prey, he was the hunter.

"Ta-Tartaglia-ah! I'm gonna... I'm" you tried to alert him, but oh boy he was long gone between your folds. Sinking his head deeper and his tongue even deeper into you, Tartaglia drank your juices as you squirted into his mouth. The sounds he made as he licked and sucked what was left of you were so obscene that they will haunt you for months. You on the other hand were a mess, your body vibrating and wet with sweat, panting like you'd run a marathon.

When Tartaglia finally left your poor cunt alone, he rose to kiss you, who responded happily, already limp after cumming so intensely. Without giving much time to you for recover, he started to overstimulate your pussy, rubbing his dick on your clit.

"Open your mouth" You obeyed, opening as he commanded. He stuck two fingers inside your mouth and after you had sucked them long enough, he put them inside your pussy. Your legs opened up giving him more room so his fingers could go in and out, like pistons inside your hole. You held his arm giving him little cries while he prepared and coaxed you.

"Shhhh, it's ok doll, you need to be nice and wet for me ok? So I can fuck this pretty little pussy." He slapped your cunt, making you jump. "I think you're ready" He said opening your folds and spitting, using his tongue to lick your clit. Tartaglia held his cock in front of your entrance, the head of his dick was red, like he was angry. It's not a surprise since he was holding back his cum so he could make a mess on you. He put the head inside you slowly, the rest going in without difficulty since you're so wet.

"Ffuck yeah..." He threw back his head. Hissing and moaning. You were so tiny, so hot inside. Your gummy walls gripping his dick like a vice. He wanted to cum already, paint you with thick ropes of hot cum and breed you. God this was already the best halloween for him.

The fact that you were so welcoming to him was the best, your silly face already dumb just for having your pussy eaten by him, god the things he wanted to do with you.

He started to move, going slow just to hear you breaking little by little, moaning like a little bitch on his cock. He held you putting your legs around his waist and started moving your hips faster, making you hold on to him to stay steady. Fucking you raw and in a fast pace, you could feel his cock kissing your cervix. Going deep inside you.

You were so warm, he couldn't stop, he don't wanted to. Tartaglia wanted to keep going on and on and on marking you as his. He had a smile into his face, completely drunk on your pussy. Already addicted into fucking you.

Going back to the counter he made you face the Carnival, pulling your hair while going balls deep into your warmth. Your eyes rolling back to your skull, your voice hoarse from moaning too much. One of his hands going to your clit, making small circles, causing you to hold the counter. The skin on skin noise going more and more fast, Tartaglia was on the verge of tears after holding his cum for so long. And you were cumming again, making Tartaglia hiss felling your insides getting more tight, almost milking his cock, you were already crying of overstimulation.

"You're so so tight doll! Yeah, so tight. I'm gonna make a mess inside you. Take it all like a good little slut hmm? Be a cutie and take all my cum f-fuck yeah!" He shouted, still going in and out while cumming inside your poor little pussy. His cum was thick and hot, making you feel more wobbly, your legs giving up, but Tartaglia was fast to catch you before your fall.

"There you go..." He said, panting. Sitting on the ground with you on his arms. You were fucked silly, saying incoherent words and holding him, with lazy expression. He gave you time to recover this time. And after a little nap you could talk like a functional adult again.

"Your friends called you, i answered saying that you're ok, gave my number and sent a picture of my ID card, they're sweet for taking good care of you." He said, holding your face. You laughed. "Yeah they do that."

"Wanna go to my place? We can eat something and sleep. I pay your Uber tomorrow, how about that?" He offered. You nodded "It's ok for me. But you'll need to carry me, because I think I can't walk anymore." You laughed and he just cover his face in shame. For someone with a sharp tongue, he was cute.

It was a good Halloween indeed.

#. extra stuffed cake #. scenario #. tartaglia #. childe #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact #smut #genshin #genshin headcanons #headcanons #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut x reader #childe smut #tartaglia smut #ajax smut #clown x reader

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thegreencanary · 2 years

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can i request a billy hargrove fluff/angst oneshot? maybe where reader gets in his car after school crying and his brain goes brrrrrr *microwave noises* unsure what to do but reader says stupid jason carver was picking on her and a switch flips in him and he gets M A D ready to punch his face in??

Omg I got you boo I love a protective man and Billy is just *MWUAH*. I’ll try to keep it simple but this gave me a lot of good ideas. Might make a larger story later!

A/N: This is my work and I don’t give anyone the permission to post it anywhere claiming to be someone else’s. I worked hard on this, if you enjoy it please interact. Requests are open.

TW: Cursing and fighting

It was a dumb shirt, you knew wearing it to school was going to be a problem but the whole morning was a shit show so you didn’t have time to change. It was a really nasty shade of green and it fit you like a box. The sweatpants you decided to wear just made you look like you just rolled out of bed, because you had. Oversleeping makes one panic in the morning that’s for damn sure. School was just as bad, especially since Jason Carver woke up and chose you to be his victim today. All day he had been calling you names, knocking your books out of your hand and harassing you about your best friend. Billy was popular but Jason hated him, and because of your class schedule you barely got to see Billy during the day. Lunch time he was being held in a lunch detention for falling asleep in another class so Jason took the opportunity to throw apple juice at you. The day just sucked.

Finally the bell rang and you just wanted to go home, Billy usually took you but you didn’t want to wait for him because Jason was hot on your heels.

“Gonna run home and cry about how the big bad basketball players were mean to you today? Yeah? Wittle cry baby? You’re pathetic.”

You just pushed on outside, wanting to just go the fuck home.

“No wonder your dad died! I’d want to too if my daughter was a fat bitch like you!”

God. Damn. You. Jason. Your legs stopped working for a few moments. He just had to yell your business so the whole fucking school could hear it. Embarrassed tears streaked your face as you ran to the comfort of a certain blue Camaro. Billy wasn’t inside yet but you had his spare key; perks of being the best friend. You sat down and began crying so loud that when he opened his door you didn’t even hear it.

“….if you bleed on my seats you need to pay for it to be cleaned.”

Billy had no idea what to do. He’d only ever seen you cry once, and it was when your dad died. He usually was the one crying in front of you. You shot a glare at him through your tears.

“I’m not on my period idiot.”

“…so are you gonna tell me or are you gonna do the dumb girl thing where you just cry and make everyone else miserable too?”

Sometimes you questioned your friendship, and your secret love for him. He could be a real asshole.

“Jason fucking Carver. He’s been on my ass all day and then…he just…he said…something about my dad…”

Billy’s attitude switched immediately. He may have been an ass but he loved you. You knew him, all of him, and you didn’t judge him at all. You were always there for him; like when Neil got to physical and you patched him up in your bathroom, or when he got into a fight at a party and you got in Tommy’s face for trying to start shit when he was too drunk to fight. You were always in his corner.

“Finally.”

Billy threw open his car door and b-lined it to the fucking prick. You followed, not stopping him because part of you wanted to see Jason get his shit ROCKED.

“Well, Well. The ogre had her little boyfriend come and save the day.”

Jason laughed with his friends but Billy didn’t stop or slow down at all. He stormed right up to Jason and DECKED him. Jason fell back and you gasped, happy but surprised at the intensity of Billy’s punch.

“Yea well leave my girlfriend alone and you won’t have to see me again. If you fuck with her at ALL anymore, you’ll never walk again.”

Girlfriend? You were still stuck on that when Billy aggressively pulled you back towards his car. Jason could be heard groaning about a broken nose but you were focused on Billy.

“Ready?”

“Ready for what? What do you mean girlfriend? What the fuck happened back there??”

“I’ve been waiting for a reason to knock his dumb ass out. We’re basically already dating, I think you’re hot you think I’m hot don’t get your pantyhose in a twist.”

You were dumbfounded.

“You’re such a romantic Hargrove.”

You rolled your eyes, but Billy killed the car engine and sighed.

“Look, I want to take you on a date, like a real one and I want to be good to you the way you are to me; I just didn’t want to bring it up after I got into a fight. I wanted to ask you later. But since you’re being a brat about it, yeah. I want you to be my girlfriend.”

Jesus this boy was so dumb. You just laughed to yourself and nodded.

“Okay Billy. But you have to do this right. I’m not one of your groupies okay?”

He chuckled and eyed you.

“Oh I know. They dress so much better than you.”

“I WAS RUNNING LATE YOU FU—“

He shut you up with a way overdue kiss. This was going to be an interesting adventure.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy x reader #billy hargrove x female reader #billy stranger things #billy x you #billy could have been saved #billy deserved better #billy hargrove x you #stranger things

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goobyblob · 1 year

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thinking of playing truth or dare with a bunch of other lesbians. maybe, by coincidence, they're all taller and older and have that glint in their eye that makes me want to kneel.

it starts normally, with everyone playing along. I'd have to answer some questions that make me flush, have to do some dares, all that.

eventually, though, they start picking on me. it's supposed to be a random spread, right, but more and more often I'm the one being asked. maybe they like how I stammer through questions, or like how I flush as I'm told what to do and yet always follow through.

eventually, I'm asked a simple question—whether I want the game to continue normally, or if I want every question to be poised at me. I answer honestly, as that is what I was told to do.

I'm pushed into the center of the circle, the gap closing behind me as they shuffle around, and I feel thoroughly exposed, everywhere I turn a half-dozen pairs of hungry eyes face me.

I'm made to admit things about myself—how I love when women dominate me, though they knew that by now, how I love when they're mean and rough and unfair and make me debase myself, which they also knew, but hearing me stammer it out knowing it'll only fuel their flame makes them oh-so-excited.

I'm made to strip, though very slowly, starting with my bra, then my panties, and I can feel the brush of fabric against my bare skin as I sit in the middle, feel those hungry eyes graze over my body, knowing just what they can see and how much more they'd like to.

again, I'm made to admit things about myself, though the questions get more piercing, more intimate, more personal. I admit that I want to do more anal, I admit that if I knew every attendant was a woman that I'd happily tend a glory hole, and even that, if told to, I'd wear a plug in public, and I simply flush as they ask how fat it could be.

with all that revealed, they strip me down to nude. they take a few minutes to talk about my body, how my fat tits sag on my chest, talk about my stretch marks, talk about how good my ass would look beaten bright red, how my nipples are begging to be pierced.

then I'm made to tug and pinch at my own nipples, and slap my face and my ass as hard as I can, and bend over and spread my ass and give everyone a view, and run fingers through my slick and suck them until I gag, and I do, happily, and I'm all dazed and flush and it's only the beginning.

one comes back with a bag of toys and lube, and it's thrown into the center, and I can see wicked grins all around as I dump out the contents. I'm told to lube up the fattest plug in there, and even after three lube-soaked fingers stretch my ass I still can't make it fit, at least until one comes up behind me, forces my ass up and my head down, presses her knee on the plug and pushes like she doesn't give a shit about me, because she doesn't, and I howl as the plug pops into me and she walks away, and I'm left so stuffed I feel I can't move, and maybe I can't, but I'm lifted by my shoulders onto a monstrous dildo, far bigger than anything I've taken before plugged or not, and it's too big but I can feel gravity weighing me down and there's hands and fingers all over me, frigidly cold ones and warm ones and ones with rings and tongues with piercings and I whimper and I'm so wet and I feel myself slide down, feel it spread my insides rough and uncaring, until I'm flush to the floor and can feel it piercing my gut.

the night goes as a blur after that—at some point the plug is tugged out roughly and replaced with thick butch fingers, eventually the toy is replaced with a knotted one and they laugh at how easy I take it, at some point fake cum lube is being pressed into me and I can hear the sound of pictures being taken, of my gaped and abused holes oozing cum, and they laugh and I flush but I know I'll fuck myself to those pictures later.

at some point the fingers in my ass add another and another and then curl into a fist, and another hand does the same to my cunt, and I'm so wet and fucked out that it's unbearable nut just bearable enough, and they're laughing at me as they tug in and out roughly and my dumb little head can do nothing but enjoy it like the sick slut I am.

and then at some point someone spits on my face, and then another, and then another, and then a boot is smearing it over my face and my makeup is fucked and I can't help but drag my tongue over the rubber sole and it tastes clean, but I have no way of knowing that, but I lap and clean it anyway, because that's what good sluts do.

and then in the morning I'd wake up aching like hell in a big fluffy bed with sticky, warm bodies pressed against me and I'd fall back asleep and I'd be happy.

or whatever

#wlw nsft #wlw smut #nsft wlw #nsft lesbian #god i wish that was me #but actually #this is entirely self indulgent #I'm not sorry

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numepalayeroyalefan · 1 year

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~THE MASOCHISM TANGO!~

Ok guys this going to to be a weekly thing were i make one smut fanfic so this is going to be reader x lucifer~

Tw:breeding ‘name calling ‘ spanking ‘ ripping clothes ‘bitting ‘‘ un protected sex’ hair pulling ‘ ‘ reader and lucifer or on vacation cuz they down dirty ‘

OK MINORS DO NOT I MEAN DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WILL HAVE LOT OF SMUT

Lucifer has decided to take you with him on a vacation little did they know that Lucifer had a different idea in mind “mc you have done well this year would you like to go on a vacation with me as an award “ “ sure luci!”oh how Nivè you were going on a vacation with Lucifer himself the fallen angel gods used to be loved angel oh how you always get in trouble oh but Lucifer thought it was amazing let just say Lucifer knows your a little masochist oh how he knew you love the pain that it almost felt like pleasure to you oh how he wonders how you would react if you found out he knew your little secret all your kinks oh how badly did he want to taint you make you sin for being so nivè to everything you really thought he did not notice how the succubus and incubus try to get into your short little skirt that asmo picked for you when he was invited to a club with his brothers oh how Lucifer got so pissed by them every demon was trying to take you for themselves oh how Lucifer wanted to make everyone look at who owns you and your body so not even lord Diavolo could touch you

“ here your room key sir your floor is on the 9 floor “ “ thank you “ “ come on mc “ “ going!” After getting in the elevator to get to floor 9 Lucifer gestures you to go first oh how Lucifer wanted to grab you and push you to the bed and pounded you so hard and fast that you can’t even think but he going make sure your ok with it first he might want to fuck you senselessly but he still cares for you he does not want to be what he is described as you had so much trust in him it almost got reduced all the dirty fantasies he had for you but atlas he just couldn’t you perfect body oh how your curvy body fit perfectly in that tight short you were wearing and that crop top barely covered your boobs he can she you little nipples poked out oh how he just wanted go rip you clothes open and suck on every part of you sinful body ~

“WOW luci look! There chocolate left out for us !” “Should you like one my dear “ he gave the chocolate to you and you have started stuffing your face with the milk chocolate “luci could we go to the pool ?” “Of course my dear let’s get ready to go in the pool then” you wearing a two peace oh how the top half hugged you melons not even hold all of the breast some of your breast was falling out of you top and those bottoms oh how Lucifer wanted to move them to the side and see your wet cunt ready for him Lucifer knows that you like him to he know you have fantasies of you and him together when he walks by you room he hears you call out his name in a moan he just wanted to open your room door and pounded you

You were having trouble putting on the top part of your swimsuit “LUCI! Could you help me !” This is his time to get you were he wanted you to be “ hmm ok turn around for me “ you were blushing out of control oh how you wanted him to bend you down and fuck you senseless he was thinking the same thing as you “mc go near the bed so I could make the knot “ you breathless say”ok” like you were not needy for Lucifer .Lucifer could smell your juices once you get near the bed Lucifer just said ‘fuck it’ and pushed you down “l luci want are you doing” “ don’t act like you did not want this mc.” “ as punishment I will hit your cute ass 4 times and you have to count got it” his voice sounding so frim you just nod “ say it out loud whore “ that was a first one for you Lucifer never use such vulgar language that more for asmo but you were into getting called a ‘whore’ and getting spanked oh you little masochist “ o ok luci” “ you will call me sir got that “ “ yes sir” he had pulled down you panty and put in two of his fingers into you at a rough pace “ sir! Please to fast!” Just because of that he added one more finger “oh but luck whore you taking all my fingers ln like a good bitch “ before you could cum he took out your fingers and licked all three of them he pulled out his ginormous cock “ is this what you want is this what You need mc?~” you started begging for his cock but Lucifer was not done with his teasing so he hit you cute plump ass “Ah!~” you moaned out from the impact “so like being spanked huh slut ``'' Yesssss” he hit your ass 3 more times `` how many hits was that mc.” “ f four” crying out in pain and pleasure “ oh so you did count just like I asked “ “ mc beg me to put my cock in you tell me how bad you want my cock in you pussy” “please sir give me your cock I will be a good girl and take it all!~~~” he a-lined himself with your hole and I one hard trust he was all the way in your needy cut you crying at this point “oh you already crying mc “ he was trusting in you in such a hard and fast pace it was hurting and feeling really good for you “SIR IT HURTS!”

He was slowing down little by little then all of the sudden he bit into your shoulder you screamed in pleasure “mc i going to breed you tight cunt got it “ “i hate it when other try to touch what's mine so why not give you my baby to show my ownership “all you could do was scream and moan in pleasure you wanted his baby you wanted to show him that you want him to own your body and mind . and when your lost in thought Lucifer pulled your hair to start kissing you so rough and passionately and you knew he was close he was twitch so much in you and you could feel your on release coming rapidly you both came at the same time Lucifer fell on top of you “ mc don’t think we are done yet” later someone called for room complain

Thank you guys for reading as i said i will be posting smut either Tuesday or Friday

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mrfelixfischoeder · 2 months

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I wish you would write a fic where Cal & Pickles babysit Seth's son for a day

this got.... so long....... but i love it. thank you!!!

Australia. Fucking, Australia. They had to gig there again at some point, and Pickles knows any time would be too soon, so might as well rip the band-aid off. The “We Will Get Better” tour is being accepted on a broader scale than imagined. The world is ablaze, or mostly is now, but everyone still wants to preach to the choir. Sing the hymns that Nathan gives them and raise their hands in praise.

“Fuck, Australia got hit bad.” Pickles remarks, staring out of their hotel room window at what is left of Sydney – the place is awful. Calypso clears her throat.

“Uh, actually, because of its location, only the West got hit by the Doomstar… Australia’s one of the few places that didn’t get, like, wrecked completely…”

“Oh… Well… Shit.”

She laughs, until there’s a knock on the door. She barely has it open before the person on the other side barges in, Seth grinning in his sickening way as he sees Pickles first thing. Pickles glares, watching Cal flex her fist before thinking better of it. He saunters in, a small figure behind him.

“Hey brother, you didn’t come by and see me when you landed.” He muses, the fake accent grating on Pickles. Not that he has any pride in where he comes from – but somehow when Seth gets involved, he can be mad about anything. “Gutted but uh – I’ll get over it. Hey, listen, your ain’t playing tonight, huh?”

“No, Cal and I are- we’re tomorrow.” Pickles is thankful for the swapping aspect of the band, if only because he can fiddle with the roster and get some alone time with her.

“Cool, cool, cool, cool, uh hey, this is my son.” Seth steps aside, looking out at the city – his city, as far as he’s concerned. The mayor can go stick a rusty nail up his ass. Anyone who helps run Dethklok, runs the world. Seth knows that now; he knows how to play the game. “Look, I’m kinda busy today. Amber wants to uh, I dunno, go shoppin’. I dunno. But we need to, y’know, bond. Get close again. Can’t do that with this little guy around, right? You get where I’m goin’ with this, brother.” Pickles’ face crumples, “Look, you got a whole, a whole day to yourself. I don’t get any time. With Amber or myself, haha. So do me a favour, huh?”

“Do you a favour,” Pickles is interrupted by Seth shoving a paper bag in his arms, “Seth, look, Cal and I gotta relax before the gig tomorrow, and we probably gotta help ‘em set up,”

“Sounds fun,” Seth is not listening, walking back towards the door – he stops by his son, patting him on the head, and the boy leans back out of his reach, “Alright, you can send him home at uh, 9.”

“Nine?!” Cal snaps, but Seth barely looks at her, walking out backwards and giving Pickles some very lazy finger guns.

“Thanks, brother.”

The door slams shut. Cal and Pickles look at each other, and then down at the red headed boy who is playing with the fringes of the blanket on the bed. He finally looks up at them. Immediately Cal can’t be mad – cause she isn’t gonna be mad at a kid. But Pickles is still tense, and he slams the paper bag down on the desk. “This ain’t fair! He can’t keep doin’ this to me, man! I told you every time I’m near him, he just drives me fucking insane!”

“I know- Pickles,” Cal walks over, trying to quell him before he says something he might regret. Pickles shakes her away.

“No, I can’t keep doin’ this, he sucks! I don’t wanna fuckin’ babysit a kid, I wanna go out for a fuckin’ drink with my girlfriend, and see my friends play their fuckin’ music!”

“PICKLES!” Cal raises her voice over him, angling her head at the nephew. He’s staring at them, still, but with a more resigned expression than she expected. Pickles freezes, staring down at the boy. Red headed, in clothes that don’t quite fit. He’s trying to stay angry, trying to keep it all contained so that he can release it on Seth later. But he’s angry now, and Seth isn’t here now, so what good is that? No doubt he won’t even be around at 9 either.

“Oh.” He deflates, “Uh – sorry. Kid.”

“Ok.”

Pickles feels even worse. He wonders what Seth is like as a parent – how often Amber is on her phone, or if she tries at least… A little. He’s never been interested in being a dad, mostly because he’s older now and it isn’t in the cards for him anymore. He doesn’t know how to interact with this kid. But he doesn’t have to be the kid’s dad – he just has to be… Present. “You wanna watch tv?”

The boy sits on the bed, legs crossed, and eats his little grapes. Cal watches, and peers into the bag for the rest of his lunch; a sandwich, pathetic and squished, with a bite out of it already. That’s it? “This is pathetic.” Cal whispers to Pickles, who glances at the back.

“Seems like a pretty normal lunch to me.”

Cal rolls her eyes, patting Pickles on the arm, “Oh, sug’.” She ignores Pickles’ questioning look, knowing they’ll get into it later. “I’m gonna go get some real food – you’d like that, right? Both of ya?”

“Yeah!”

“O-Okay.” Pickles suddenly follows her to the door, “Wait, can I go too,”

“Hon, no.” she pushes him back into the room, “I won’t be long, alright?”

“You can’t leave me alone wit’ him! What do we talk about?”

“He’s watching tv, he won’t even want to talk.” She leans in and kisses his cheek – and though he looks worried, he leans his head to kiss her cheek back before she retreats. “I won’t be long. Promise.”

And then she closes the door. He turns, and well, true enough: the boy is just staring at the tv, perhaps willing Pickles to disappear into another dimension.

Pickles stares at the tv. A kid’s show – or a babies show, really – with Anthro dogs. The only reason he even recognises it is, he knows the episode: Toki has some of the stuffed animals in his room. “Aren’t you too old for this?”

“Aren’t you too bald for that hair cut?” he snaps back, and Pickles clenches his fist. But he’s a kid. He’s a kid. He’s a kid. And it was so quick, he almost admires it. Suddenly a Lhasa Apso came on screen, with exaggerated snout whiskers. Toki’s voice comes out of it, and then a red Komondor appears on the other side of the titular character. Pickles barely remembers recording those lines.

“You know dat’s me, right?” he points. His nephew looks sceptical, but does seem familiar enough.

He hesitates before replying, as if he might get into trouble, but surely if his dad said it then there must be some truth to it: “My dad says you don’t do anything.”

“Your dad doesn’t know shit.” He doesn’t hold back, tired of sticking up for Seth or saving his ass when it is undeserved. And his nephew doesn’t seem phased by the language or the disparaging comments. “I saved the world, kid.”

“That’s kinda cool.” He mutters, and Pickles almost straightens up. They both sit quiet, and when the episode ends, Pickles offers to show him some real entertainment, changing it to a rock music channel. The boy’s eyes widen as he stares at the guitars and the drums and the music fills the room. He’s enamoured; neither of them speak.

Then Cal comes back with proper food – burgers and fries and chicken nuggets and juice. Both boys’ faces light up and they grin, and Cal looks between them both. It’s like staring at the past and the present. The moment she puts the stuff down on the bed, they rip apart the bags, creating a free for all.

“What happened to your eye?” the boy peers at her, and Cal hesitates. Pickles doesn’t give any helpful indication of what to do. She shrugs, crossing her legs.

“Uhm, I got into a fight. They took it out.”

“Sick.” The boy stares at her, but it isn’t in disgust. She looks back at him, smirking a little.

“You ever get into any fights?”

“Ugh, yeah.” He jabs a fry into the sauce, “Peter keeps shoving me into lockers ‘cause of dad. He sucks.”

“Fuck yeah!” Pickles can’t hold back, and he doesn’t even care about the look Cal gives him. “I’ll drink t’that!”

He holds out his beer, crouching to get to face height. He raises an eyebrow, and Pickles picks up the boy’s wrist and clinks his beer with his juice box, “Why aren’t you fightin’ back?”

“I dunno how.” He mumbles, sipping his apple juice, watching the way Pickles downs his beer. Cal makes a face, shaking her head and finishing the nugget in her hand.

“Nuh-uh, that won’t fly with me.” She stands, gesturing for him to stand too – “I’ll show you some defensive stuff, ‘kay? And then I’ll show you an uppercut. And some other stuff if we have time.”

Pickles watches her, leaning back on the headboard of the bed. He smirks a little, and his nephew seems absolutely ready to learn. She shows him a block, and how to tip someone over his shoulder (he laughs so loudly, so jovially, as Cal picks him up and throws him back onto the bed. Pickles can’t help but laugh too). And then she shows him how to trap someone’s arm, “And if you do it this way, you’ll break it. But uh, y’know. You’ll only use that in self-defence, right?” she stares at him, and he nods slowly, “Ya promise?” she holds out her pinky. She notices he hesitates, before finally interlocking his pinky with hers, and they shake on it. Unable to stay out of the conversation, Pickles offers to show some more backhanded stuff; less flashy, but it got him out of plenty of situations on the streets.

Before they know it, a Klokateer knocks on their door.

“We have been contacted by your brother, my lord. He wants his child back.”

“Oh – uh,” Pickles looks over at his nephew, who is drawing something with Cal, “Really? So soon?”

“It is midnight, my lord.” He pauses, “And a school night.”

“Oh.” Pickles assumes that’s a bad thing. The boy looks up, and Cal notices the way his face changes. He knows it’s time to go home. “Okay, well uh – let’s go, kid.” He waves him over. The boy reluctantly makes his way to the door, and Pickles hesitates. They stare at each other, and Pickles can’t handle the vulnerable, truthful face of a child up close. He kneels down. “Look, uh, come see me play tamarrow, okay? I’ll send Seth tickets, right? VIP. You can watch me and Cal do our thing. And we’re the best.”

They smile at each other. His nephew hands him the paper he was doodling on, before saying bye to them both. At least he was leaving the room with a smile. When he feels Cal stand next to him, he looks down at the paper: a fairly well put together drawing of Pickles playing the drums and his nephew playing a guitar. Or a bass. There’s seven strings, so it’s hard to tell.

“Aw, well.” He takes in a deep breath, “That uh, you know. That was fun. He’s cool, y’know?”

“Wonder where he got that from.” Cal wraps her arms around Pickles waist, chin on his shoulder. He tries to humble himself with a laugh. But he sees it too. She pauses, thinking. “Do you remember his name?”

“. . . Ah shit.”

#mtl oc #pickles x oc #pickles x calypso #calypso #writing prompt #oc x pickles #mtl seth

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samsvenn · 2 years

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐬' 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

karl gave each of the boys diaries. little do they know that each diary was infused with magic so he could peek through some pages. each of the brothers HAVE to wrote something within an allotted time or they have to suffer consequences; a motivator for them to not just scribble on one page and never look inside it again after completing an 'entry'

𝐒𝐡𝐮

“today was nothing special. just like everyday. i wish the house was quiet

but just like everyday wishing it’ll never come true Laito played something on the piano. i remember it from when he just just a child.

but like everyone in this ragged house i don’t want to be burdened of what happened in that godforsaken castle.”

-Shu

Shu’s diary is full of wiggly, barely legible lines. He uses cursive and doesn't let his pen lift off from the word he’s currently writing unless it’s for a space. It’s so small and swooshy that only some pages can be read by him and no one other than him.

He writes the date on the left; just the month and day, nothing more.

Everything is to the left so that he won’t waste more time shifting his arm. He likes to waste energy but only on his accord.

His diary looks like an antique: old yellowed leathered where even the smallest bit of dust is visible, pages so thin and brittle that you’re scared to turn them but can’t stop, there’s a small place in the center to place a photo but that place was removed and scrubbed off with alcohol to erase its existence because a certain blonde doesn’t want to be reminded of how detached he is socially.

Funnily enough, his signature is shaped like a music clef. It’s smaller compared to the rest of the others and if the ‘H’ wasn’t there, it’d totally be just a bunch of wavy lines he compiled while trying to not nod off.

Most of the stuff in his diary is three paragraphs or less.

Uses a water-based felt tip marker. He doesn’t like scratchy feeling markers and he doesn’t like those pens where you have to press really hard just for them to write. The kind he chose is also a motivator for him to write from how frictionless and buttery smooth it glides on paper. Color doesn’t matter for Shu. But because it’s water-based, the ink may fade and it’ll even be more opaque since Shu hardly put any pressure on his pens when he writes.

It’s like that pen you had in school where you felt like you could write a whole novelette in the span of one period just because it was so good.

The stuff he writes in his diary are all mostly pet peeves he has from living in the manor.

That is if he decides to write. This man is NOT consistent at all. Sometimes he’ll write an entry four days later and others, he’ll write back an entry two months and a blue moon after that.

Dust had collected between the pageswhen he accidentally left it out under his bed and forgot about it.

He definitely has ink blobs on his pages.

Doesn’t like to read back on the previous entries. It only burdens him by reminding him of what he can’t have and what he can’t solve so it’s all just a personal vent book that he’ll either burn or discard by locking it away in Cordelia’s abandoned walk-in closet because none of the triplets dare to walk inside there, Reiji hates the stench of the strong potent perfumes that had alcohol as a major ingredient and Subaru’s afraid to even touch Shu’s book; in fear of what would happen if he did.

𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐮

"Fuck SCHOOL FUCK Reiji Fuck EVERYONE IN This DAMNED House" -Subaru

"School was a bitch Teacher sucked ass Ayato is just like his mom dumb and a whore for attention My coffin is my escape and he put itching power in it Gonna go and cut his jersey"

-Subaru

Uses sharpies. It’s either dark blue or black for color. He doesn’t like to write in warm colors because it reminds him of the triplet’s hairs and that thought is enough to get his blood boiling since already they tease him relentlessly like their job.

Uses a jumbo/king sized one because he likes to grip it with all five fingers; similar to that of a drummer’s. It also fits his hands better because the regular one slips away too often in his grip when his hands get sweaty.

His handwriting looks like graffiti: some letters are boxy, some are wide, lots of scribbles and doodles here and there. He thought it was cool and went along with it.

It doesn't look uniform too. He writes quick and there's no straight formation. His words droop at the end or some words in the middle are higher than the others.

His “F” strokes are very elongated and any sharp-edged letter for that sake. It helps him relieve a little bit of pent up anger as he drags the writing strokes through the page, almost ripping two pages beneath it.

He likes to hear his markers squeak. There’s a satisfaction knowing that he could theoretically make any object cry out from his immeasurable strength.

He considers humans as objects so think of that how you will.

His diary is also full of venting. Honestly, I think that every Sakamaki vents using their diary which is why they’re so protective over it. He hides his diary where he hides his foot fetish magazines. Ayato and Laito thought that they hit the jackpot when they found Subaru’s Playboy stash but little do they know that there was a bigger steal they could’ve exposed if they spent more time looking at the bottom of his rancid dirty underwear bin.

I feel bad for anyone who has accidentally touched his diary tbh

Keep this man at a distance if you see him with his diary in his hand. If you don’t want to, then I’m sorry to tell you this but you and Laito both have something in common: a scent kink.

Writes about what made him mad that day and who caused it.

Also writes about his least favorite teachers and his plans on how to get them fired. Subaru stole the panties of a hookup Laito had from school and placed it inside his Latin Teacher’s desk. The Latin Teacher commented on how Subaru’s attire was “Not fit for a prestigious school. Or, any school for that fact”.

The teacher was not only fired, but got sued and is now a registered se❌ offender as a result. Now, he can’t enter any schools within a 45 radius.

He’s very sensitive when it comes to his appearance as a result of his upbringing with Christa so he is HIGHLY explosive and volatile on any comments he’ll receive, especially sly pompous remarks.

His diary looks like all of the pages are about to fall off at any given moment. Pieces of invisible tape has been detected at the spine in an effort to have a quick solution to the problem. The front cover is holding on for dear life and it’s so wrinkled that even a granny would look young compared to it. It’s thick and the weight is unusual for a diary. Subaru has a LOT to write about so the thickness isn’t only a great cover up for the ink that has bleed through the pages, but a cover-up for the emotional vulnerable hidden deep in random pages out of 550.

#diabolik lovers #diahell #diabolik lovers fandom #dl #rejet #diabolik boys #diaboys #dialovers #diabolik lovers headcanons #headcanons #shu sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #sakamaki

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thetypingpup · 2 years

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Fire and Sun AU- Midday Sunrays

Pairing: Storm goddess!Reader x Sun god!Haechan

Wordcount: 1.4K

Content: impromptu oral from behind (female receiving), some light teasing, use of the petname ‘princess’

You’re traversing the Palace of the Sky when Haechan suddenly comes up to you. One minute, you’re pacing through the chilled, towering halls of alabaster and ivory, and in a sudden moment, warmth in the form of a pair of arms slowly winds around your waist. You feel him press against you from behind, and the warmth of his body is instantly a comfort to you. You let yourself lean into his embrace, smiling when you feel his lips illuminate little flares of excitement in a trail along your neck. Your gaze roves over the elaborate paintings on the walls, the pictures and scattered text telling of the great stories and lineage of those who inhabited the palace in the past. But from the way Haechan presses himself against you, his hips flush against your ass and his face tucked into the curve where your neck meets your shoulder, it would appear that he’s fixating on a different sight.

“Haechan, what’re you doing here?” You giggle, your hands making their way to the top of his, “Shouldn’t you be in the center of the sky at this hour?”

“Is it such a crime to want to greet you in the middle of the day?” He wonders aloud, his tone indicating the intent of mischief.

“Do you not have a job to do?” You question, though you settle more into his embrace. You lace your fingers with his, wordlessly telling him that you do not wish for him to leave.

“The horses are smarter than any mortal. The chariot practically drives itself.” He shrugs before slowly dragging his lips down the curve of your neck. You tilt your head back, as you’ve done countless times before, giving him more space to kiss.

“It feels like I have to steal moments just to spend time with you.” Haechan continues, and you don’t even need to face him to know his bottom lip juts out in a pout, “I miss your company.”

He stands like that for a long while. Every now and then he nuzzles your neck, or makes a point of rutting against your ass, sparking little flares of light that denote arousal within you. But otherwise, he stands there enjoying your company, looking at the wall of stories over your shoulder. His occasional kisses and warm embrace make his presence a comforting one, and you easily get lost in this moment. Suddenly, he murmurs against your neck, so close you can feel his smile as he says, “One day, that’ll be us up there.”

His hand slowly trails down, making its way to your inner thighs. You gasp, his heated breath fanning out over your skin as he moves impossibly closer. His fingers fit against the curve of your thigh, the flesh giving way and molding to the shape of his fingers. With each touch and each grab, the intricate patterns of gold and ivory on the sky blue canvas fades out of focus, and pretty soon he’s the only one you can fixate on.

“I can see it now. A grand mural will be painted with our stories, continuing the lineage.” He starts walking forward, his arms still firmly wrapped around your waist. Even though you’re in front of him, he’s clearing the one leading, and you let him easily.

“They’ll capture our likeness perfectly,” He muses aloud, stepping closer and closer to the wall, “They’ll immortalize our impact in perfect detail. All of our adventures, all of our accomplishments, right on that wall for everyone to see. There we will remain, for future generations to gaze at us in awe.”

“Our stories will be grand, so grand they’ll be the subject of bard stories and oral history for the rest of time.” You suck in a breath as his hand presses between your legs, pressing right against your principal point of pleasure with practiced ease. You barely bother to pay attention to his words. The your body is calling for pleasure is far louder and far more urgent.

“And they’ll put it, right…” You brace your hands against a blank spot on the wall, and you feel him nod towards where your hands are, “There. I think that’s a good spot for us, wouldn’t you agree?”

His voice lowers to a pitch that has titillation humming between your legs. Before you can respond, he kneels behind you and hikes up your tunic, shoving the fabric out of the way. Sunlight pours in from the windows, illuminating the hall, quickly leaving you feeling exposed as you feel the light of the sun against your ass.

“Is this the real reason you came?” You whisper sharply, your words dissipating into a soft moan when his fingertips absently trace the shape of your core through your undergarments. Even the phantom touch makes exhilaration flash within you like a ray of sunlight bursting through a thick cover of clouds.

“Like I said, I have to steal these moments when I can.” He hums intently, “Of course, if you don’t wish to-”

“Wait.” You counter with a voice that’s sharper and louder than you intend. You quickly soften, arching your back and pushing your hips back against him, “I want you too.”

“I thought you might.” Taking his cue, he eases your undergarments down your thighs and doesn’t wait another moment. He grasps the swell of your ass, his thumbs spreading your lips just enough to expose your folds. It’s a sight he’s seen plenty of times, but a low groan of arousal and amazement still emits from him. He licks up the arousal gathered at your entrance before making his way to the peak of your petals, swirling his tongue over the sensitive bud in practiced patterns. You press your hands against the wall, unable to grasp the smooth surface. The wet sounds of his tongue against your flaring heat resound in the air, though neither of you pay it any heed. As soon as his plush lips wrap around your clit and suckle softly, any thoughts of tact go flying out the open windows. Your back bows and you moan unabashedly, urging him to continue with breathless praise interlaced with loud whispers of his name.

“Mmm, I’ve missed the taste of you, princess.” He groans right against your quivering folds, sending shuddering shocks of pleasure right through you. The word princess and the way he moans it with a voice filled with lust feels like an iridescent ray of pure sunshine beaming down on you in the best way. His every minstrastion irritates a gleaming light of pure pleasure that radiates from your core. When his lips wrap around your clit and the tip of his tongue flicks the very tip of your clit, you don’t hold back your loud cries of pleasure. You pant heavily, that radiating light illuminated more and more with each passing moment. You push back against his tongue, encouraging him to give you more, to keep you engulfed in glorious pleasure. He obliges your requests, both the verbal pleas and the nonverbal way your body calls to him. His own arousal builds as yours does, and he feels that he might come undone untouched just by pleasing you. You both feel when you start getting close, when his tongue dips past your entrance to taste the nectar of your building pleasure, when your thighs start to tremble against his face as he presses his face in deeper. Your breath quickens and your heart races even quicker, your mind racing as the peak of bliss is upon you. He easily licks you to completion, his tongue moving even as you tremble against his mouth, brightening the blinding flashes of ecstasy that overtake your body.

You shudder as you come down, your hands slipping along the wall. He licks up the last of your release before letting his tongue sweep over the swell of his lips with a lewd smack, eliminating ambiguity to any possible onlookers.

“Do you want more, princess?” He asks with a voice so husky and rough your head whirls at the timbre.

You nod, but instead of more pleasure, you’re met with a chuckle as he stands, arranging your clothes back into place, “I wish I could, princess, but I must be off.”

“What? You’re leaving already?” Your brows crease as you look over your shoulder at him.

“Like you said, I have a job to do.” He tells you with a playful lilt, turning to leave.

“Then, what was the meaning of this?” You breathlessly question, somewhat in disbelief.

He looks over his shoulder at you with a sly smile, “I had a taste for something sweet.”

With a wink, he walks off, mounting the chariot that makes its daily arch across the sky. If nothing else, Haechan is a relentless tease, and you can’t help but smile as you watch him depart.

#fire and sun au #the pup actually types #nct smut #nct haechan smut #nct donghyuck smut #nct dream smut #nct dream haechan smut #nct dream donghyuck smut

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storm-breaker7 · 2 years

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Not so Accidental

Pairing: Tech x Ex-Bounty Hunter! gn! Reader

Summery: A force sensitive, ex bounty hunter is tasked, by the republic, to 'get this elite squad of genetically enhanced clones in line.' The republics words not theirs.

Warnings: uh none I think..??

I frowned, Anakin- one of the best Jedi I got to know when I was still in the order- waited with baited breath for my answer.

A sigh escaped my lips, "Fine." I mumbled. Anakin was about to explode with euphoria until I waved my hand, "But you better make sure that I will stop being continually chased down by the Jedi for their mysterious needs"

"Oh don't worry I'll handle the council, I'll show you your team" He smiled and started to walk of with myself following his lead.

"This had better be worth the money and my time" I sighed, rolling my eyes.

Oh I had no idea how wrong I was...

"Who are you?" A tall snarky ass of a guy asked flicking his toothpick in my direction,

"Your parent" I replied sarcastically, before Anakin gestured for me to stop.

"Where's Hunter?" Anakin asked as he scanned over the room. Crosshair shrugged and went back to cleaning his rifle.

"Right here General, who's this?" The Sargent of this squad walked in from the door behind us with two other men in somewhat matching armour.

"Your Commander. Everyone meet Y/n, Y/n meet The bad batch" Anakin gestured his hands around at the mention of this squad like a proud father.

"Uhm and why do we all of a sudden have a commander?" The bulky dude at the back of the pack asked.

"Because the Jedi feel that this squad needs someone to help this squad tone down the crazy, but knowing Y/n they'll just make it worse" Anakin laughed to himself and I smiled, old memories flashing by. "Now I've gotta get going. I'm sure you can introduce yourselves"

But before even waiting for an answer, Anakin sped out the door and down the hall probably trying to get back to his cruiser.

I heard the rain pelt down on the outside walls and windows it was that quiet. Hunter slowly turned to me and sucked in a deep breath. He quickly glanced at the tall goggled guy next to him.

"Well I'm Hunter, uh sir," He introduced and glanced at the guy next to him.

"Tech," he gestured lazily at himself, "I understand that we should use formalities but must we?"

"No, your fine. I'm not a Jedi, haven't been for a long time." I smiled lightly and glanced up at the towering hunk behind the two,

"Oh, uh... The names Wrecker" He introduced awkwardly but happily and walked off elsewhere in the white washed room.

The last guy looked up at Hunter then me and grumbled a barely audible, "Crosshair" and continued to clean his rifle in his own little world.

I nodded slightly, smiled to myself as the others made themselves comfy. I laid down on the cold floor and closed my eyes then rested my hands behind my head. I could hear some heavy footsteps and I think Wrecker sat down next to me.

"What are you doing?" He whispered,

"Nothing, why are we whispering?" I whispered back,

"uhm.. 'cause." He whispered, "Are you jedi-ing?"

"Meditating?" I asked, "Yea, kinda..." I opened my eyes and looked up at his looming figure.

"ohhhh" He nodded coming to a realisation, "Can you tell me about Jedi stuff, we don't really get told much.." Wrecker admitted.

"I don't mind, anything particular you want to ask about the Jedi order?" I scanned his face and only now noticed the spider web of scars and his silvery eye.

He hummed and leaned back, thinking most likely, "What colour is your lazer Thingamagig?"

"Lightsaber" Tech corrected from his spot on the other side of the table.

"My lightsaber? Oh..." I paused but nodded, "It's purple, you wanna see?"

"Is that even a question?" Wrecker enthusiastically leaned forward, I smiled and pushed his head back lightly before I pulled the hilt off the belt where it rested.

It fit in my hand perfectly and rolled across it until I grabbed it and ignited it, away from Wrecker obviously, and the purple hue lit up the dimly lit room.

The lightsaber had a lower hum compared to your usual saber, It had Wrecker entranced. "Rule number one, we don't touch the glowing part unless we don't want a hand anymore."

Wrecker nodded, "Can I hold it?"

"Do be careful..." I told him and deactivated the saber, placing it in his palm gingerly. He made a 'wooahh' noise and smiled.

I grabbed his hand and moved it away from himself, "You can turn it on now if you'd like"

He grinned and put his thumb on the ignition switch and I let go of his hands and gave him a thumbs up.

I noticed Tech watching us while he fiddled with something. The purple hue and the low hum of my lightsaber started up again and Wrecker waved it around like a kid with a stick.

"Oh! Oh! Show me some of you moves" Wrecker carefully handed it back to me and watched eagerly.

"Alright calm down, have you never seen a lightsaber?" I joked,

"Never held one, that was cool"

I smiled at him and got in my stance, I held the lightsaber in front of me. I twirled the Saber in my hand then started to go into some flourishes, Before I stopped again when my Saber was to the front and pointed forward.

Wrecker made a range of noises and grinned from eye to eye, "I haven't seen those moves before.. where'd you learn that?" Tech asked curiously.

I turned my lightsaber off and put the hilt on my belt again before I answered, "I was trained well before the Clone wars and I got kicked from the order not too long after it started.. I met another jedi and he finished my training, he was old though so his forms were old but still effective, I've noticed."

Tech hummed and nodded, "That explains the lack of Jedi robes you currently have."

"I just met you. Are you trying to make me lack my clothes all together?Tsk tsk tech, how scandalous of you." I told him, shaking my head.

He exploded into a stuttering mess, and I could see the blush creeping up even while he was furiously trying to explain himself. "Ahh I'm just kidding" I waved my hand at him once he finished and he gave me this look of down right betrayal while Me and Wrecker laughed it off.

-A fEw DaYs LaTEr-

I deflected bolts coming left, right and centre. It was overwhelming... Where is the hell are those asshats?

A loud grenade went off then a few more followed making the same sound. I swore I heard Wrecker laugh his evil your-being-blown-up-now laugh. I continued to deflect bolts because these stupid mindless droids didn't bother to check their flank

I had managed to get around 20 or so droids down by the time I heard blaster fire, the casual bicker in between my favourite squad, more explosions (+Wrecker) and Crosshair started to pepper bolts down, covering me and the boys.

I jumped down from where I had been surrounded by. Then started to make my way through the droids, chopping up any that got in my way and continued to deflect bolts that had come close to shooting me.

I backed up and away from the droids trying to form a plan. My back touched something behind me so I whipped around, it was just Tech. He and I breathed out a collective sigh then we turned back around, covering each others back.

"What did you guys screw up now?"

"Oh nothing too grand, only missed the shot on the tactical droid so its currently really wants us gone"

"Fun times"

#Storm7breaker posts #x reader #female reader #star wars #fanfic #tech x reader #tbb tech #tech

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yelling-at-my-thighs · 3 years

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stayed under 1000 today and went for a very upset brisk walk, let's hope i now pass out so i don't get stupid ideas like eating

#tw #twed #personal #exercise makes me so depressed #im in a very bad shape #and im legit obese #these two guys who i passed today looked at me like :s #but they had a cute dog which made me smile a bit #and i managed to get up this one hell-hill #but it sucks ass when everyone is like fitness and i can barely walk #it sucks ass anyway because im possibly the fattest thing on this planet #i had to go store too for some food but then i gave into some cravings but managed to buy like mini size everything bc i cant control it #i dont think ive ever written so many tags #but i now constantly feel like crying #i could very easily kms with my insulin and idk what im waiting for #when its not legit gonna get better #:(#sorry to whoever possibly reads these #thanks though...

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sluttywonwoo · 3 years

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pretend || j.ww x reader

Summary: reading thirst tweets with your co-star/boyfriend’s best friend makes things a little tense

Warnings: swearing, smut mentions (18+)

Word Count: 1.8k

a/n: originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )

Masterlist

The sound of Mingyu cracking his knuckles next to you sent a shiver down your spine, making you cringe instinctively. You turned to glare at him and leaned away from the noise.

“I hate when you do that!” you groaned.

He smirked. “I know, that’s why I like doing it.”

You looked over at Wonwoo, who was sitting across the room with the crew, and pointed to Gyu.

“Can you tell your best friend to stop being annoying?”

“Can you tell your girlfriend to stop being dramatic?” Mingyu retaliated.

“I’m not picking sides!” Wonwoo shouted back and held up his hands in surrender.

You let your jaw drop. “I’ll remember that, Jeon.”

“Baby, I-” Wonwoo started to defend himself, but fell silent when the producer got up from her chair and approached you and Mingyu who were sitting behind the camera.

“Which one of you wants to take this?” she asked, holding up a large insulated jug full of paper strips.

“I’ll take it,” Mingyu offered and set the cup in his lap.

“What a gentleman,” you said, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty,” he muttered, “because you’re so fucking annoying.”

“Thank you.”

“It wasn’t a compliment.”

The producer gave you both a sideways look. “Are you guys alright? Should we take a minute before starting?”

“No, we’re fine,” you assured her.

“We don’t actually hate each other,” Mingyu added, “this is just how... we are.”

She didn’t look any less concerned, but nodded anyway. “Okay, well remember what your director said about playing up your chemistry to promote the show. And when we call action just give a quick slate and start reading the tweets.”

She walked back over to her spot next to the cameraman and took a seat before looking over a checklist that had been handed to her and writing some notes on it.

“Nervous?” Mingyu whispered to you as you both waited for your cue.

“A little,” you admitted. “You?”

“I’m a bit on edge,” he concurred. “Mostly because your boyfriend is about to watch me read filthy comments about you on-camera.”

You glanced over at Wonwoo who gave you an encouraging smile and a thumbs-up. “He’ll be fine. How bad can they be?”

From a distance, the producer you had just spoken to called for everyone to be quiet on set and signaled the cameras to start rolling. You perked up and straightened your dress, waiting for Mingyu to take the lead.

“Hi guys, I’m Kim Mingyu.”

“And I’m y/n y/l/n.”

“You might recognize us from our new Netflix series, Breaking Curfew, where we play opposite each other in what you might call a... complicated romantic relationship.”

“We’re enemies with benefits,” you summarized. “And today we’re here with Buzzfeed to read thirst tweets about each other.”

“Ladies first,” Mingyu said and held the cup out to you.

You closed your eyes and sifted through the strips of paper with one hand, selecting one at random.

“Okay, this one’s about you. ‘Kim Mingyu has the prettiest eyes’.” You grinned as you watched your co-star’s cheeks turn pink. “He’s totally blushing right now! We haven’t even gotten to the good stuff!”

“Thank you very much to whoever tweeted that,” Mingyu said and cleared his throat.

“I agree with this person,” you continued, “you do have really pretty eyes.”

“Aw, thank you, y/n.”

“You’re welcome.”

“My turn.” Mingyu closed his eyes and rummaged around the cup before picking one. “‘Someone tell y/n y/l/n that I’m single and I get a discount at Olive Garden if she ever wants to let me take her out on a date’.”

You chuckled. “I do like Olive Garden.”

“She’ll get back to you on that one, mate,” Mingyu said quickly and let the crumpled piece of paper fall to the floor.

You took that as a sign to move on so you reached into the jug and pulled out another tweet.

“Oh, this one’s about me again. ‘Y/n y/l/n scissor me challenge’.” You clapped a hand over your mouth in shock and thrust the slip of paper towards Mingyu.

“You know what, props for being so bold. What do you think, y/n? Are you going to take them up on the offer?”

“I’ll think about it,” you managed to choke out, sending Mingyu into a laughing fit. You fanned yourself with your hand as you tried to recover and motioned for your co-star to read another one. “Your turn.”

“‘Kim Mingyu and y/n y/l/n are my dream celebrity threesome,’” he read. “What a compliment, don’t you think?”

“Oh, for sure,” you agreed and winked as you held your hand to your ear in a call me motion.

“These are just getting more and more vulgar, aren’t they?” Mingyu asked.

“I don’t know that anything can beat the scissoring one,” you pointed out as you fished another tweet from the bucket. “Another one about Mingyu, okay. ‘I wanna suck Kim Mingyu’s soul through his dick then spit it back in his face’.” You blinked at the piece of paper in front of you in shock, scanning back over it to make sure you had read it right the first time. “Jesus... christ.”

Mingyu smirked and nudged your shoulder with his.

You ignored him and pointed a finger at the camera in disgust. “I cannot believe you made me read this with my own two eyes. I could have lived my entire life without seeing those words in a sentence together!”

“I think that’s the best compliment I’ve ever received,” Mingyu countered, running a thumb along his jawline cockily.

“No, I have beef with whoever tweeted that now.”

“You’re just jealous that I like this tweet better than the threesome one.”

You sighed. “This interview was a bad idea. Your head is already so god damn big.”

Mingyu opened his mouth to retaliate, but paused like he had thought better of it and took a deep breath to compose himself.

“Anyway, moving on.”

You watched as he sifted through the tweets and chose one from the bottom, reading it to himself and grinning slightly before reading it aloud.

“‘Petition for y/n y/l/n to start an OnlyFans because I just know her tits are incredible. I can feel it in my bones’.”

You brought your hands up to your boobs self-consciously and laughed. “I don’t know about that, but thank you.”

“I’ve seen them,” Mingyu added nonchalantly, “and I can confirm that twitter user ‘geminisuns’ is correct.”

“Mingyu!”

“What? Do you know how many sex scenes we had to shoot? We’ve seen each other naked plenty of times.”

You looked back over to the crew and made eye contact with the producer. “Do you see what I have to deal with?”

“Maybe we should take a quick break,” she suggested and motioned for the cameras to stop rolling. “Get a drink, freshen up and be back here in five.”

“Do you think they’re going to use that part?” Mingyu asked as he followed you over to the water cooler.

“I don’t know, dude,” you sighed in annoyance, “but great fucking job. The whole world already thinks we’re boning.”

“I don’t know about the whole world.” You glared at him. “Wonwoo knows we’re not.”

Wonwoo. You had nearly forgotten that your boyfriend was there on set with you. You looked around for him, and saw him still sitting in his designated guest chair looking at his phone. You could only imagine what he must be thinking of all of this. You should probably say something to him.

You told Mingyu that you’d be back and made your way across the room to Wonwoo. Even from a distance you could tell that he was upset.

His knuckles were pale and his jaw was tight. He didn’t look up at you when you approached him.

“Sorry this is taking longer than expected,” you said, brushing a stray curl out of his eyes.

“Don’t worry about it,” he murmured in response, still not looking at you.

You sighed and draped yourself across him, slinging your arms loosely across his shoulders as you leaned down to see what he was doing on his phone. He was scrolling aimlessly on Instagram, not even liking any of the posts.

“If you’re bored you can leave,” you said curtly and stood back up.

“I’m not bored.”

“You’re not even paying attention to the shoot.”

“Trust me, it’s impossible not to. I’ve been trying to tune it out for the past ten minutes with no luck.”

“Why would you not want to pay attention?” you demanded even though the answer was sitting right in front of you. “This is a big deal for me.”

Wonwoo swallowed and finally looked up at you. “I know, baby. It’s just- do you know how hard it is to listen to my best friend talk about doing all of these dirty things to you-”

“He’s my best friend too,” you pointed out in a quiet hiss. “The only reason we’re together is because of him.”

Sometimes you felt the need to remind Wonwoo that you had known Mingyu longer than you had known him. If Gyu hadn’t brought him to set all those times back when you were filming in the fall, you wouldn’t even know about each other’s existence.

“I know that.”

“You’ve done interviews like this before,” you argued.

“I know,” he repeated.

“Then why are you being like this?” He didn’t answer, so you kept going. “You know my bare ass has been on tv, right-”

“Don’t,” Wonwoo warned and grabbed your wrist.

You gasped and flexed your fingers gingerly in his grasp, challenging him. “Don’t what?”

“Y/n,”

“Don’t... act like I want to fuck your best friend?”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “You’re enjoying this.” It wasn’t a question.

“Don’t pretend like I’d rather fulfill those tweets with him instead of you? Give the people what they want?”

You had to bite your tongue before you went any further and said something you might regret. Your words had already had the desired effect. You didn’t even have to look at Wonwoo’s lap to know that he was struggling not to get hard.

You could see it in his eyes. The arousal that had turned the warm brown into black. The way he was looking at you told you everything you needed to know. You wondered if you would even make it back home before he’d break, if he would pull the car over on the side of the road and take you then and there.

Your knees were weak at the mere thought of what you were in for later that night. Making Wonwoo jealous was admittedly one of your favorite pastimes, purely for selfish reasons. Possessive sex was arguably the best sex. The teasing, the hair-pulling, the choking, the face-fucking, all hit different when Wonwoo was reminding you who you belonged to.

Wonwoo released your wrist from his grip and raised his eyebrows expectantly. “Are you finished?”

You shook your head and grinned. “Just getting started.”

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do you have any cute (or h-word) bf headcanons for the Aot boys mie?

Of course I do, I have an ever-expanding list of headcanons for all of them, from how they react to you sitting in the backseat when they pick you up, down to whether or not they would rip your bandages off after your get a shot (spoiler: Eren, Porco, and Levi fucking would)

EREN sfw

He really likes holding hands, though it’s more of a calming habit for him. Holding hands keeps him grounded, and acts as an anchor for his anxiety; so he’ll grab and/or fidget with yours periodically.

He’ll steal your skincare if he’s over at your place, but honestly he just starts… copying it lmfao. Like, he’ll take notice of your face wash when he’s over he’s like “Oh, this is nice” and then a week later, he buys a bottle for himself. Then he buys your toner, and your moisturizer, and you stay over at his place and gotta do a double take bc he’s got damn near the same of everything at this point.

He doesn’t know if he believes that classical music actually helps him to concentrate, but he does know that he’s grown to like it, so it’s become his studying music of choice. He’s got favorite composers and everything.

He’d be upset if you didn’t steal his hoodies. That’s what they’re there for. He’ll make you steal them if he has to.

He hates standing in line. For anything. If he likes a restaurant that gets super busy at lunch, he’ll order ahead for pickup (and he feels special skipping the line). At amusement parks, he pays for the fast passes. If it’s shopping, then he’d rather just do it online.

On that note, he sucks at returning things that don’t fit/he doesn’t like when he shops online, so he honestly just keeps them, or gives them to his friends—it’s much easier than going through the hassle of printing a return label, according to him.

nsfw

He likes the idea of recording you guys during sex, but he’s honestly a little too nervous to do it—nervous about being recorded himself, and about it potentially getting out somewhere.

Likes it when you look him in the eyes when you cum. In fact, he somewhat demands it.

Similarly, he’s always watching you during sex. Mostly your face, for indications of how he’s making you feel and when you’re close to your orgasm (which is why he’s got a thing for you looking at him).

He used to hate masturbating, until he tried masturbating to the idea of you, and now he fucking loves that. He takes his time with it too—if he’s gonna jack off, he’s gonna make a moment of it: sit on his bed, turn the lights off, make sure he’s all alone and can go for as long as he wants.

Threesomes are fine with him, and he doesn’t even have to be the sole one in charge, depending on who’s joining you.

ARMIN sfw

He air-dries the majority of his clothes because he doesn’t want his sweaters and knitwear to shrink. Also, he likes the smell of his fabric softener permeating the room while the clothes dry.

On a similar note, he’s got sensitive skin—not to the point where a shirt less than 75% cotton irritates him; but he is conscious of fabrics and products he uses. Because of this, he takes extra care with his laundry, his pillowcases and bedsheets are satin as are the majority of his pajama shirts, and he never ever walks around without house slippers or he’ll irritate the bottom of his feet.

He’s scared of bugs, but he doesn’t like to kill them either. Honestly, he just kinda hopes spiders and stuff will crawl away without him intervening 😭😭

He likes board games, and has a thing for The Game of Life. He cannot play chess, even though most people would guess that he could, and he’s begun to practice by playing online versions against computers to learn.

He knows everyone’s gossip because everyone comes to him to gossip. And if he’s the therapist friend, then you’re the person who receives the summary of all the tea from him at the end of the week. And man can this boy throw a bitch fest when he’s in the right mood.

nsfw

He’s got a bit of an oral fixation, so he really likes having your mouth occupied; with his fingers, with your panties, with his dick—he’s not really picky.

Likes sex with the lights on. Claims it’s because he wants to “see all of you” (it’s really because he’s nervous he’ll fuck something up if he can’t see properly 😭😭)

He really likes making out. Like, a lot. Though it’s not something that happens often—so he builds up a lot of frustrating thinking about it, and it all comes crashing down, and ends up with you guys damn near dry humping each other on the couch for two hours.

That’s something that applies to him generally, too—he tends to let himself get very frustrated and worked up, whether he means to or not. He also thinks about sex quite frequently, and it only fuels his frustration; so when he snaps, he snaps hard.

He’d let you choke him back if you asked. Just ask nicely.

JEAN sfw

Loves studying in cafés and adores when you study with him; peeps up at you periodically when you sit across from him. He always pays for your drink, but sometimes you guys share, and he likes making a game out of reaching for the cup at the same time as you.

He’s very chivalrous, but he hates when you call him out for it, or make any kind of deal of it. He knows it’s chivalry, but he also knows it’s the bare minimum, plus he’s easily embarrassed—especially in public.

Loves having his hair played with, absolutely adores it. If you’re just holding his face, or resting your hand on his cheek, he’ll move himself further into your touch to maneuver your palm closer to his hair.

He really really really likes back hugs—giving and receiving them. If he’s standing behind you, he’ll most likely reach for a hug at some point (sometimes he won’t let go and you’ve gotta waddle with him on you). His ears get red when you give him a back hug but he always uses a hand to rest over your arms to tell you that he doesn’t want you to let go.

He can play the piano, but he doesn’t tell a soul about it. The only reason you found out it through his mom. He’s got stage fright, so he gave up on performing, but he’s really talented, and can almost play any song by ear.

nsfw

He loves the feeling of your hands on him, particularly if you’ve got long nails. Please scrape your nails against his back, or even just dig them into his biceps while he’s fucking you, it’ll drive him insane.

Along with liking having his hair played with, he adores having it pulled on—the attention and desperation in your actions goes straight to his ego and his dick.

One of his biggest fantasies is getting a lap dance from you. He’d never ever fucking say it out loud or dream of asking for it, but the idea of you stripping in front of him, down to lingerie he’d picked out for you, and teasing him until he can’t take it anymore and jumps you is something he thinks about… far more often than he should.

If you’re wearing his clothes (especially one of his t-shirts to bed, or around his apartment), he’s gonna fuck you in it. Jean has a lot of self control, but that’s one thing that’ll make him snap in an instant. And if you wear his shirt or hoodie out, he’s fucking you when you get home, it’s as simple as that.

CONNIE sfw

He studies with children’s shows playing the background. He doesn’t remember how he discovered that his method works for him, all he knows is that something about Paw Patrol makes for excellent background noise for writing his research papers.

He’s quite touchy with PDA, but if you guys are in a crowd then forget about it—because Connie might forget about you. He’s definitely left you at the grocery store before.

He eats cereal for breakfast every morning, and he’s kind of got a collection of them in his kitchen. He claims there are upscale cereals that he doesn’t just let anybody eat or even touch; so, if he offers you a midnight snack consisting of a bowl of his favorite (and very rare) cereal, then be honored.

He almost always pays with cash, but he hates change. If he gets back coins, he either tells the cashier to keep them, puts them in a tip jar if there’s one in sight, or just pours them into your coat pocket. He understands that its money, but he’ll be damned if he’s just got a sack full of nickels clanging around in his bag.

nsfw

He claims he doesn’t have a thing for exhibitionism, but with the way he’s down to fuck damn near anywhere, he might be a bold faced liar. Changing rooms, music festivals, airport bathrooms, the little corner of the multilevel parking lot that he’s oh-so-certain is in the blindspot of the security cameras... there are so few things off-limits with him.

Car sex on his bucket list… just not in his car lmfao (because trust and believe that’s something that already happens pretty regularly). Maybe his real kink is vandalism and destruction of property.

He is not above begging you to sit on his face. He will get on his knees and pant like a fucking dog for you to do it, he’s so serious. He’ll do it laying down, he’ll do it with you standing up/against a wall, he’ll do it on the couch. Break his neck please he’s fucking asking for it.

He doesn’t mind sharing and he definitely doesn’t mind watching. Honestly, he’d egg you on to kiss someone else at a party, or go as far as to seduce you into seducing someone else just so he can watch it go down.

PORCO sfw

He sends you iMessage games but only the ones he’s good at because he doesn’t like to lose. But also, if he is losing, he doesn’t want you to be supportive about it and tell him “it’s okay uwu” lmfao he wants to either cream you, or have you kick his ass; competition is the name of the game, don’t be soft on him.

He’s a morning person, and he likes going on runs or even just early-morning walks when the weather is nice. He will wake you up occasionally to join him—and if you’re a homebody, you will be joining him. He won’t be responsible for watching you decompose on the couch.

Very picky about his pizza. It’s not a calorie or grease or health thing—he just really fucking likes pizza, and he won’t excuse a bad slice.

Always pulls you closer to him in a crowd or when a group of people are walking by. He doesn’t have to, but he likes to. Tease him about it and he’ll push you right back tho, probably into a shrub if there’s one near by.

nsfw

He’s such a “No, no—answer the call” kind of mf; a sadist, if you will. He lives for torturing and embarrassing you, and that applies to sex, too.

Loves the way his hands look on you, particularly splaying his hand over your stomach when he’s fucking you. Likes the heat of your body against his, when he positions himself just right to feel the outline of his dick against you, and squeezing the sides of your tummy when he gets lost in it.

Loves blowjobs, and loves to cum on you or over your face. His favorite thing tho is pulling away just before he’s about to orgasm, and jacking himself off with your tongue sticking out, ready to swallow.

Okay with threesomes, too; but he wouldn’t like to do much to or with the third person. It’s okay if they touch you—maybe even fuck you, depending on who it is—but he’s not there to get them off.

LEVI

sfw

When he cooks dinner, he always makes sure to make enough for you to have leftovers to take with you for lunch the following day. Especially if it’s a dish you’ve been wanting or try, or specifically asked him to cook.

He’s got a specific tote bag he brings with him to the grocery store/farmer’s market, and separate one for when he’s running other light errands.

He hates soda, not even just because it’s not the healthiest thing to drink—he just doesn’t like the feel of carbonated drinks; the only exception being when they’re mixed with liquor, but even then, it’s not his preference.

After a while, he just starts lying and says you’re married at places where it benefits you both, or to curb a longer conversation about the status of your relationship to people who are inquiring. He thinks it’s fucking weird that marriage is what shuts people up, but if it works, it works; less people prying in your guys’ business.

He likes giving you forehead kisses, and if you do it back, he’ll learn that he doesn’t mind receiving them either.

He’s such a sucker for you rubbing your thumb against the back of his hand when you guys hold hands. He might not act like he notices, but he always does; and somewhat craves little touches like that the longer you guys are together.

nsfw

He would never admit it to anyone, but birthday sex is up there for his favorite kind of sex. He never cared much about his birthday… until he realized he could get that as a gift. He knows it’s not different, but he likes it, nonetheless; one the few times he doesn’t mind having all the attention on him.

King of aftercare, though some of his methods usually lead to another round—in which he teases you for cancelling out his work, when you know he was just as willing and eager.

He likes edging himself and overstimulating you; and with his self-control, that makes for a pretty dangerous combination.

He’s strong and he knows how to use it to his advantage: maneuvering you with a single arm, holding both your wrists above your head with one hand, pushing your head down into the sheets when he’s fucking you from behind.

Sex is one of the few times Levi doesn’t mind making a mess—and in fact, he likes it messy; watching you drip onto the sheets, making you spit on his dick and fucking your face until you drool. He always goes on about how sloppy you are, how you can’t keep anything clean, but he fucking loves it.

#anonymous #i love writing but i hate tagging things here we go #eren x reader #aot x reader #levi x reader #armin x reader #porco galliard x reader #jean x reader #jean kirstein x reader #connie springer x reader #eren smut #levi smut #eren yeager x reader #alright that's enough

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