#i heard about yall choking him up against the wall

[grugruel]

His Little Killer

Pairings: Cooper howard x f!reader

NSFW/MDNI

Masterlist

Summary: in reluctant companionship with a ghoul, which turns out to be exactly as dreadful as you'd thought. You find yourself in a shoot-out where–post battle–one of your usual fights end way more pleasurable than usual.

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: (violence, blood, death, in typical fallout manners), enemies to lovers, choking, pinv sex, rough sex, fingering, creampie, pet names (darlin', honey, killer, sweetheart), praise, a pinch of degradation.

AN: not yet proofread! Hope yall enjoy! (Yes, I'm unwell.'

Wood shattering, explosions booming–and charging footsteps heading straight for me. 'At my right!' I shout, gesturing in the direction of the steps. My voice barely registering above the racket of the fight.

Nonetheless, he heard me, I knew he did. Because bullets suddenly whizz past my makeshift cover in every direction except to my right.

The ammunition creating sick squelching noises as they collided with their targets, bloodsplatter painting the walls a deep red. Meanwhile, the heavy footsteps were left wide open and plough through the old wooden barrels that I was hiding behind, tackling me to the floor. 'Holy shii- fucking asshole.' I groaned through clenched teeth while wrestling my attacker, our quarreling bodies kicking up a cloud of dust that swirled around us.

Another splatter, this time it's his blood–the second man's, and its sprayed all over me.

The man was big and foul-smelling, maybe it would've been better refered to as an it, considering the animalistic growls, snapping teeth, and fraying lips that bit and lunged at my face. He attempted to pin my arms to the ground while aiming its teeth at my jugular, but I was quicker. My knee smashing into his balls before he had a single thought of defending himself. He cried out in pain and I took my chance to roll him over, pinning him down with my weight instead, and I began throwing a wave of punches to his face, over and over again. 'I said MY right!' I shouted over my shoulder, weeks of fury and frustration bubbling up inside me as it fueled me into beating the ugly mut unrecognizable–when a second force all of a sudden slammed into my back, knocking me onto the ground once again. Another man, now climbing on top of me, his dirty fingers slithering around my throat and-

'Finally. . .' I exhale heavily, thudding back against the floor and splaying out in relief.

'Were really polishin' up on our teamwork.' A gruff voice announced, words coming out slow and steady with that self-satisfied tone which never failed to get on my nerves.

I heaved myself up on my forearms, angling my body so what remained of the man slumped off of me, and the source of the voice appeared like a specter from the body's shadow. 'You're a real pretty sight when ridin' a man like that.' He said, nodding to the guy with a bashed face.

I rolled my eyes, unbelievable. 'You mean while beating the shit out of him?' I ask, my voice pitching higher as I couldnt quite fathom the nerve of that man, despite forcing myself to get used to it over the past few weeks.

He hummed. 'Mhm, really got me goin' for a sec.'

My face scrunched up in disgust. 'Fucking cowboys.' I spat, renouncing the idea loudly. But, quietly, inside my mind, the thought had my core purring unwillingly.

'I shot right, just like you asked.' He shrugged, stalking closer, the drawl in his voice washing through the barren and now battered bar.

'The hell you did!' I hissed. He stopped at my feet, looming over me with his tall frame, frayed coat swaying around his chins, and that stupid cowboy hat covering half his face just like always.

We'd been forced travelling companions for a while now, and I could say a lot of nasty things about him, but it was hard to deny- he was a fucking apocalypse cowboy. Pretty cool if you cut his personality out of the picture.

'I said "my" right, what the fuck else do you think I ment with "my"?' I kick the lifeless body with my boot, emphasising my point.

'Well. . .' He shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. '. . .my, right.' He smirked.

I shook my head, shooting him daggers. 'Not even you are moronic enough to get that wrong, ghoul.'

'Well, you're right.' He admitted, shocking me for a second. But then, my problem with him inescapable, and always the same–he never shut his mouth when he ought to–and continued, 'You need to work om your phrasin', honey.'

I shut my eyes, screwing them together so tight I began wishing I could've simply disintegrated from annoyance and seeped through the floorboards as the rest of the dust around me. But no, I was stuck with him and had to lay there, listening to his idiocy. 'How–?' I sighed a heavy, exasperated sigh. '–is it possible for a man to be so full of himself, yet- never talk about himself?'

'Tricks of the trade, sweetheart.' He winked, extending his hand toward me as if it was no big deal.

And exhausted as I was, accepting his help up seemed sorely twmpting to my tired body. After a moments hesitation, I decided, once, wouldn't harm my morals. So, I grabbed his hand reluctantly and let him pull me to my feet. 'I could've died, I hope you realise.'

'Yes. . . But you didn't.' His lips pulling into a grin.

'You're a real bastard, y'know that?' the words left my lips with an unintentional drawl, damn that man.

The ghoul cocked an inexistent eyebrow.

'If I didnt know any better, I'd say im rubbin' of on you, honey.'

Another scoff from me. 'The only thing you're rubbing–is me the wrong way.' I spat, this time making a point of speaking as plainly as possible.

His eyes lit up suspiciously, filling with mischief as his widening smile creased them. 'Well, tell me how you like it then and I'll do it the right way.' He smirked, his voice gravely as it scraped along my spine with a shiver. He always did this, He'd call me nicknames, flirt with me. All cause he knew I hated it. But now he's just bordering on harassment. It did however, not, stop the heat from rising to my cheeks, for a blush to seep through my skin. He'd staggered me, I truly didn't know how to react. What happened next was purely instinctively driven–

The palm of my hand made contact with his cheek, a crisp slap sounding out through the room. I even confused myself for a moment, almost as I was the one who'd been hit. But I would've been furious, how he reacted, well. . .

'There you are. . .' He purred, his tone lethal. '. . .my little killer.' A grin spreading across his face as he took a step closer.

He was pure poison, somehow both hot and cold as he ran through my veins. 'I ain't yours.' Somehow he could get on every nerve I possessed, lighting it ablaze with frustration.

'No. . .? You ain't?' He chuckled, 'You're sure startin' to sound like it though, sweetheart. I see the way you look at me, the way you blush when I call you pretty little names.' He nodded toward my eyes, his hat tipping with the movement as he took another step, gainging on the precious distance between us. I feared he was right too, my cheeks burned in a way I'd never noticed before, had I always reacted like this? And before I knew it–I'd flung my palm for his face once more-

Only this time, he caught my wrist. 'Tsk tsk tsk, you can do better than that, sweetheart.' He let go off me, forcefully shoving my arm back to my side with a scoff.

But now, I'm the one stepping closer, pushing him away by the chest simultaneously. 'I hate you.' I spit, taking another step and push again, but this time he doesn't budge, and I was left standing mere inches away from him, my hands pressed firmly against his chest as my own heaved with frustrated breaths, strands of hair hanging over my face from the ordeal.

'Good. . .' He whispered, brushing wild strands of hair from my face. 'Now, show me how much you hate me, darlin'.'

I could've slapped him again, pushed him again, done anything else than what I actually did. But my body acted on instinct, again-

I crashed into him, my hands grabbing his face as our lips met in a battle for control. He released a breathy moan, his trigger ready hands finding my waist impossibly quick to pull me flush against him, our bodies clashing together in a thud. He hummed. 'That's right, killer. Show me.' He whispered in the air-swallowing gasps between our kisses.

I put pressure behind my hands, walking him backward while my fingers found the buttons of his vest. Undoing them along with the shirt, then slid his coat and vest down his shoulders in one go, right before his back collided with the bar top. My hands found themselves making their beneath his shirt, feeling the dents of his scarred chest as I sucked his lip between my teeth, and bit down. A sharp hiss escaped him, quickly being replaced by a wide grin. 'Naughty girl.' He breathed.

Smiling, I pushed myself off of him. 'You bring it out of me.' I panted, pulling my shirt over my head and unhooking my bra, letting it fall to the floor.

He leaned back against the bar, bracing himself on his elbows as his eyes roamed over my bare chest and flushed face. 'Those are the prettiest fuckin' tit's I've ever seen. . .' He spoke in a low voice, too filled with lust to allow him anything else. 'Now, would you mind.' His hand gestured below my waist, his index finger sliding through the air as he traced the buttons of my pants from a distance.

And an idea struck me, suddenly feeling like I wanted to indulge myself in a little torture. Turning around, I did as he told me and began unbuttoning them, slowly. Terribly, terribly slowly. Sliding them over my hips and down my thighs, bucking my knees and bending over slightly as I pulled my panties down along with them. Just as I stepped out if them and looked over my shoulder to give him a coy little look, perhaps revel in the feeling of his pained expression–I was in for a surprise.

Turning my head over my shoulder, I came fave to face with him, but he wasn't just standing there- no. He collided with my back, his arms already wrapped around ny front to catch me. His shirt bow nowhere to be seen. 'Enough.' He growled, one strong arm wrapping around my breasts as the other wrapped around my waist. He raised me off the floor, held tightly against his chest. I squeeked, giggling as I pulled my legs up. Completley overcome with the anticipation of what was about to befall me–then I all of a sudden found myself pushed over the bar top, chest against the smooth luke warm surface. The quality off it telling me it hadn't been bought when fitted into this weathered building.

Then, the clanging of metal, leather groaning, friction, and his belt hit the floor. Gruff hands ran over the swell of my ass and down the arch of my back, taking his time to feel all of me. 'Been thinkin' 'bout this, how you'd feel falling apart beneath me, on top of me–' he leaned over me, hand wrapping around my neck as he pulled me flush against him only to whisper in my ear. '–around me. . .' He breathed, dragging the words out. '. . . All wet 'n messy with my cum fillin' you up.'

A moan left my lips. 'Show me.' Was all I could get out, a silent pleading to make all those thoughts a reality–and so he did.

Before I knew it, a hand had disappeared to line himself up with my entrance, pushing inside me without as much as a warning.

'Fuck!' I cried out, my voice breaking as my breath left me. It felt never ending, he was huge. But oh, he felt so good.

He groaned, finally stopping as he'd sunken all the way into my core. 'So wet for me already.' His hand slid over my back and shoulder, molding itself to my throat as the other grabbed my hip. Already flush with my back, he inclined his head, leaving trail of kisses along my spine and neck.

'Fuck me, please Coop-' it was the first time I'd called him by his name, and I realised it the second it left my lips.

His lips curled against my skin, a smile-

He thrusted into me, again and again. My back arching into an angled I had no idea it was capable of, helping him hit my core at every rut of his hips–not that he needed it. The 200+ years of experience really showed, and they were definitely felt.

The bar was dead silent, no noise except for our joint breaths of pleasure and the sound of slapping skin. It was lewd and brutal, and It made me absolutely delerious. His low, pained grunting in my ear did nothing to ease the matter. He'd created an aching so strong within me I wasn't sure It'd ever be able to be tamed.

'Harder, harder, please.' I stuttered, the words barely coming out between my heavy pants. Fuck, he made me feral. Without even trying, that's just what he was capable of. It annoyed me, he managed to annoy me while fucking me senseless. Oh, how I wish I could hate him, but there was no going back now.

Coop left little love bites all along my shoulder, and up the side of my throat, nipping and kissing in equal meassure as his breathing warmed my skin deliciously. Doing it all with such precision I couldnt understand, his thrust were rocking my emtire body, his chest rubbing againdt my back, yet he could be so delicate. I side ive never seen before. 'Little killer ain't so tough no more, is she?' He whispered, placing a kiss behind my ear before biting the lobe, tugging in it gently.

'. . . Mmh- 'm not, I'm not.' I got out. I was whatever he said I was while he delivered this type of pleasure on a silver platter. I didn't care, my morals had been thrown out the window the second his lips touched mine.

'Well, look at that. Admittin' defeat already?' I could feel his stupid grin again, his pace slowing- still ruthless, but it did enough for that feeling of building pressure to wain inside me.

I shook my head, shutting my eyes hard as I tried to focus on his member moving inside me, desperate not to lose that red string that'd lead me to climax.

'Words, sweetheart. Use em'. .'

'Dont fucking care.' I cried. 'J- just- Fuck. Me. Harder.' I ground out, my teeth clenching real hard from a mix of desperation and frustration for the pressure to start rebuilding.

'That'll do.' He groaned, squeezing my throat. All the while his other hand slid down to my cunt, starting condensed circling around my clit. And just like that, he'd made me into a whimpering mess for him to steady, falling apart beneath him just like he'd thought. Then he simply took up right where he left off, without missing a beat he thrusted so ferociously I was sure I'd be bruising on every single part of my body from the vibrations that rumbled through my muscles alone.

The darkness of my lips were specking with white, a wall of pressure building brick by brick in my abdomen. 'Close, so fucking close.' I whimpered.

'Good- Good job sweetheart. Doin' so good for me.' He burried his face in my hair, nuzzling his nose into its scent, inhaling it as he too approached climax. And there it was, that sudden softness. It was almost unsteadying my senses more than his touch, more than his thrusts, but only almost. 'You sound so sweet for me, honey. Let me hear ya'. . .' He moaned, exhaling warmth against the nape of my neck.

I obliged, of course I did. 'Feels so good, Coop- so close. . .' I panted, tears burning my eyes as they began rolling down my cheeks.

He slid his hand upward, keeping it between me jaw and throat, still choking me as he angled my face over my shoulder, enabling him to kiss me properly. And I've never been more thankful because I was about to cry myself dry as the wall broke. Pleasure flooding through my body in tidal waves, my knees bucking beneath me. 'Good girl.' He praised, voice muffled against my lips. Fingers stopping to instead cup my aching cunt. 'My good fuckin' girl, my little killer.' He moaned softly, my lips vibrating from the roughness in his voice as he caught me, delivering a final few ruts of his hips before he too came. Doing just as he promised, filling me up with his cum.

He loosed his grip around my throat and slit, letting me depend on the counter for support while he held me. 'Still hate me?'

'Yes.' I didn't, but it'd be a long time before I admitted that to him.

'Good.' And then there was silence, our lungs catching up with our breaths. 'Still wanna see those pretty hips ride me.' He murmured as he hugged me from behind, his hand sliding lower, pinching my hipbone.

'Ow! Asshole.' I yelped, and he kissed my shoulder to make up for it. But the thought was alluring nonetheless. I wriggled in his embrace, looking around at the destruction we'd caused, at the- dead bodies. And a pang of guilt hit me. 'Fine, but not here.' I agreed, actually wanting nothing more than to get out of there and sit in his lap, maybe ride his thighs too.

We redress, and share a kiss before leaving. 'Can't wait to taste that cunt of yours, killer.' He murmured suddenly. Leaving me staggered once again.

Ugh, I'm done for.

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[ch3rriiii-bunn]

You belong to me

Paring: upper ranks + Muzan x Fem!reader

Synopsis: In different pov's, their jealously turn them a bit crazy

Content: possessiveness, jealousy, hinted smut, choking, fave grabbing, slight blood play, demon reader in Akaza, Nakime and kokushibo's part, kidnapping on Douma and Muzan's part, escape attempt, Muzan grabs you by the neck like that one guy in 365 days lol, arranged marriage theme on Muzans part

A/n: yall know that song by the weeknd? had to write some possessive jealous shit based on that song with some demons! WHAAAA I NEVER WRITTEN SOMETHING LIKE THIS!!🥴might do one with the hashira next🤭

Akaza

Akaza is known to not like his fellow upper ranks. You've seen it first hand when Muzan allowed you to attend an upper rank meeting since you became a demon by Akaza. He hated them all with a passion. Especially the ones ranked above him. With this knowledge, what in the hell possessed you to give any of them your attention?

Not just any upper rank, either. Douma in particular. In your defense, once Douma starts speaking, it's hard to shoo him off, especially given that you're much weaker than Douma is, so you play along to keep your reputation on a good note. You simply smile and nod at his nonsense. You knew Akaza wasn't going to step in since he'd rather run in the sunlight than talk to Douma if you were on your own.

How wrong you thought you were. Once Muzan actually left, Douma become more bold. Asking you personal questions, standing to close and even about to hold your hand, but before you could answer, you heard the sounds of blood splatter on the floor. Your eyes widened at how quick Douma's arm was severed.

"Oh, come now, lord Akaza. I was just joking-" "Shut up for once." Akaza snarled at douma in pure disgust. You wanted to say something, but you felt your feet leave the ground. Akaza had grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder and walked away from Douma while holding you. It always amazed you just how fast he was, but you knew how mad he was. The anger was just raiding off Akaza.

Akaza made sure to be far away from the other upper ranks in the infinitely castle and walked into one of the many empty rooms. Akaza put you down, but then, he backed you up against the wall. You felt your back press flat with your hands on the wall as well, giving how close he was to you. "Lord Akaza, please don't read too much into it. Douma was just being an idiot. " You tried to explain, but Akaza wasn't having any of it.

Akaza raised his brow. "So you're defending him?" His voice rasped as he tilted his head to the side. "No.." Your tone softened and looked at Akaza, worried since that wasn't your intentions. "I don't think I've made myself clear enough if my actions haven't shown it already." Akaza said and brought his hand to your collar bone and rested it there for a moment.

"Demon's I hate don't get the right to talk to who belongs to me." Akaza's face comes closer to yours with his lips now inches away from yours. His hand moves from your collar bone, up to wrap around your throat. "And you entertain a demon like him. Even saying his name from these lips. His fucking, name" Akaza's jaw clenched, and his hand tightens kts grip on your throat.

"Aka..za" his name hitched in your throat. His grip was deadly. You could still breathe. However, Akaza's grip was firm. He wouldn't dare kill his precious demon. It was just a "light" punishment. However, he needed you to learn your lesson and to show your loyalty to him and him alone. "Say my name properly. Or is my strength too much for you to speak?" Akaza smirked.

"L-lord Akaza. Lord Akaza~" you say his mamw twice. The second time you say it, you let out a heavy gasp as akaza lossend his grip on your throat. "You belong to me. Understood?" Akaza asked, keeping that eye contact and tightening his hand around your throat if you dared to look away. You nod quickly, your eyes almost teary from the slight lack of oxygen, and you watch Akaza's lips curl into another smirk.

"Good girl." He chuckled and gave you a kiss.

Nakime

Your girlfriend, Nakime, had summoned you to the infinitely castle. It's her job to always summon the 12 kizuki at the request of Muzan. Naturally, you felt terrified but remained to have a calm once you were summoned. However, Muzan was nowhere to he seen. Just Nakime, sitting there, a level above, and you looked up at her in confusion.

"Pardon for speaking out of turn, but where is lord Muzan," you asked, assuming it was him who wanted to speak with you, but it turns out that wasn't the case. "It was I who summoned you." Nakime spoke, her tone a bit quiet yet blunt. You chuckled and cut the formal introduction since Muzan isn't here, and you can speak freely since it's just you and your girlfriend.

"You do know it's probably a bad idea to summon me since you're taking me away from my work. Search of the blue spider lily and all." You grinned at Nakime and palced your hand on your hip. "I was keeping an eye on you. One of upper 4's clones has gotten closer to you. Haven't he? " Nakima said. You detected slight irritation in her voice, mentioning one of Hantengu's clones, but instead of asking a question for a question, you always knew it was better to answer her first.

"Ah, Urogi, yes. I wouldn't say we are close. However, he's a fun demon to work with. He likes to have a bit of joy and humor on our search," you answered. It isn't abnormal for Nakime to use her blood demon art this way. Especially since she's on the lookout to find the ubuyashiki family in the demon slayer core. Still, you couldn't hide your smile knowing Nakime was most likely thinking about you and wanted to check in on you.

"I forbid you to speak to him. Your task is to look for the spider lily. Not entertain each other with humorous jokes and touching," Nakime said. Her words made your heart spot for a moment and knew exactly what she was talking about. Urogi has always been proud of his sharp talons and would often tease you with them, but on this mission, he wanted to take it up a notch and poked your cheek.

To you, it was a wholesome moment. Urogi was just teasing, nothing different he dosnt do to the others, but Nakima had to see that, and she was furious. Urogi only touched you once in a playful manner, and it was enough for her to use her blood demon art to summon her back to you in that very moment. "He was getting too close to you for my liking and being bold enough to do that. Especially bringing those filthy claws of his to touch my woman's pretty face."

During this entire time, her facial expression remained unchanged until now. You could see her lips form into a frown and even watched as her teeth clenched together in a snarl. She was jealous. "Urogi was just being playful. I wouldn't read too deep into it, love. Sekido is probably scoling Urogi right now for wasting time to focus on finding the blue spider lily." You reassure Nakima, but she wouldn't let it go.

"Come here." Nakime took her biwa off her lap and rested it gently beside her on the floor and motioned her finger for you to come sit in front of her. You did as Nakime asked and sat down in front of her. You wanted to explain further to find the right words to reassure Nakime, but before you could, her hand grabbed your face

You gasped. Your breathing became unsteady as you felt her firm grip, her four fingers on one cheek while the other had her thumb, or rather her nail, poking onto your skin. The same spot Urogi poked at. "I will not allow a man's to touch to linger on what belongs to me." Nakime's voice turned cold. "You belong to me." She said as her thumb nail pressed harder, breaking your skin until blood slowly pours out.

Your jaw opens, and you inhale a sharp breath with your eyes barely open as you feel the sting. You're a demon, so of course it'll heal, and Nakime didn't pierce too deep. It was her way of wanting to hear her words come out of your mouth. You kept your eyes on her and eventually spoke up. "I belong to you~" Your voice hitched as you felt nails nail pull away from your skin.

Nakime leaned in closer to lick the blood from your cheek and watched as your cut healed already. She kissed your cheek and then came closer to your ear and whispered, "That's right. You belong to me, beautiful." Nakime said. Her hand lets go of your face and then trails her sharp nails down your neck.

You shivered until her fingers reached your kimono, near your tits and Nakime smirked. "I should remind you of how a woman's touch feels. So you'll never let another man touch you again," Nakime said. You bit your lip softly, feeling the heat rise higher in your body and your thighs squeezing together more. "I want that," you said, and Nakime's smirk only grew.

"Open your thighs for me and lay back. I'll show you how good these fingers work other than playing a biwa"

Kokushibo

His brother has been dead for centuries. Yet his name still echos throughout history but never would kokushibo think that his brothers name, yoriichi, would leave your lips.

Although you're a demon now and have been for a while now, you could still recount memories you had during your times as a human, especially in the demon slayer core. It was basically a law for any of the 12 kizuki to never speak of Yoriichis' name, yet you just had to talk about him since gyokko was curious to know how humans thought of him.

"Yoriichi has sun breathing. That's the best way to describe why he's well known even after his death. He could kill any demon in seconds. It's quite impressive," you admit to gyokko, and he nods his head, humming in response. Kokushibo had already been looking for you, but he never interrupted any of your conversations when you had them. However, hearing Yoriichis' name from you alone set him off to act out.

He came from around the coner and stood behind you. "Do I think yoriichi could beat Kokushibo? Well maybe-" you said but then saw both of gyokko's mouths open as he looked behind you. Your brow raised in question, and you turned around to see what shook him so much, but now you realized. "Kokushibou hi" you smiled nervously at him.

"It was good talking to you, bye!!!" Gyokko hides inside his pot, probably in another one by now, so it was just kokushibo and you. "Listen, I was just- oh!" Kokushibou picked you up, and then you heard Nakime's biwa sound, transporting you back to his home. You knew you fucked up. You and gyokko tried to talk in secret, but now kokushibo was going to punish you, a demon for speaking about yoriichi but in his own way.

Kokushibo put you down, turning your body away from him to face the wall with your body pushed up against it. You grunted from the sudden pressure but gasped once your hair was pulled back to face kokushibo. The view was upside down, but you could see just how angry he was. "You know to refrain from using that name. Have you lost your mind?" Kokushibou said, his deep voice almost turning into a growl.

His hand had a fist full of your hair, and not only that, his lower half was just inches away from pressing up against you. "I know- I was just telling memories from my human life I didn't think it was a big deal-" "and you actually believe a person like him could defeat me. Do you really think that? Dose his name interest you so much that you've forgotten just who's wife you belong to?" Kokushibou said.

You had a confused look on your face. Is he seriously jealous at the mention of his brother's name from his lover? You knew kokushibo was jealous, but you didn't expect him to be this possessive. "I'm sorry~" This is all you could mutter out. "Do not. Ever say that name. Again." Kokushibou crouches down to your ear, speaking slow for his words to be understood.

You mewl softly, biting your lip as you nod quickly, understand his words. "My name should be the only name said from those lips." Kokushibou now brought his other hand up to your chin and holding it while his other hand is still gripping your hair. Your back arches just a bit more once you felt Kokushibou press himself up against your ass.

He let out a heavy breath with a deep moan mixed in. "Having your jaw broken for speaking his name is the normal punishment from lord Muzan, since you're a demon and it'd grow back." Kokushibou grinds himself against, letting go of your hair and placing his hand on your tit.

"However, I have my own punishment. Just for you." Kokushibo's breaths become heavy, feeling himself get into heat, and he whispered in your ear.

"A punishment where you'll never remember to say his name and only mine. You belong to me, my pretty demon~"

Douma

His "church" wasn't a church at all. You made the dumbest mistake to have even joined this religious cult. Your "savor", the one who saved you that day from eating eaten like an animal from a group of demons and showing you such kindness was just a cover-up for his true identity, which was a man-eating demon and not just any demon, the 2nd highest rank in 12 strong demons led by an even more powerful demon. The realization sunk in, and you made an ever worse choice than the first one.

You wanted to escape. You wanted out. You thought you planned your escape for a week, asking around what Douma's schedule was like so you knew the perfect days on when to leave, but that back fired on you. When you noticed nobody outside the temple, keeping guard and, of course, no sight of douma, you made a run for it.

You felt relieved. No one was there to stop you until a dark figure appeared from the shadows and snatched you up like you weighed nothing. "I caught you! You sure ran fast. Are you sure you weren't a demon slayer before you came to my temple?" Douma said, smiling from ear to ear.

You tried to catch your breath from running up, but your breath quickly turned into a panic. Douma frowned for a moment, "Oh you poor thing. Don't be scared. We'll get you back to the temple so you can rest for the night," Douma said. With such fake empathy in his tone, it almost sounded sarcastic.

Douma continues to hold your body off the ground in a bear like hug. His muscles flexed to hold you firmly so you couldn't escape. However, looking at Douma more closely, you noticed changes about him. His teeth looked more like fangs. His body against yours felt so cold, almost like he was dead and worst of all. He had "upper 2" written in his eyes. Was this a demon's technique? How was he able to hide these features on him so well around his cult members.

"I don't want to go back!" Your voice trembled. You tried to speak soft, but the panic got to you. Douma only just smiled, speaking in his cheerful voice. "If you're worried about being eaten alive, don't worry, you aren't my type of woman to eat, but you are my type of woman to be around. So I will be keeping you since you asked for my help to save you from those demons that day, so it only makes sense for us to stay together." Douma chuckled.

"What??" You sighed, looking at Douma with worry, fear, and confusion. "I don't belong to you, so let me go!" You hit Douma, but you knew your strengths was no where near compared to his. Douma places his hand on the back of your head, making your rest your chin on his shoulder while he embraces you more and nuzzling his face to your neck, taking in your scent.

"You still don't get it y/n? You're mine. I'm going to keep you until your time as a human is up." Douma said, throwing you over his shoulder and began to walk back to the temple.

"You belong to me and me alone~"

Muzan

2 years had passed since you were kidnapping, and you were finally back and safe with your family. Although your kidnapper, known as the most powerful demon, kidnapped you was bad, he could've been a lot worse. So you like to think of it that way. He could dispose of you at any moment, even when you couldn't help him find the blue spider lily, but he didn't.

You're family for owning a flower company, educated on flowers even so that's the main reason why Muzan took you but he let you go when you were of no use to him anymore. The bond you had with Muzan wasn't always about his work. There was soft intimate moments between you two but you knew not to get your hopes up since in the end, your knowledge wasn't all that useful and he let you leave, putting his work before you.

Your life continued to move forward, and eventually, you had an arranged marriage. A soon to be husband for you. He wasn't bad. He did promise to treat you right, give you his money and etc but deep down, you knew you couldn't love this man but went along with it for the benefits and your familes sake.

The wedding took place during the night. Your in-laws thought it would be a great idea to see how lovely your wedding dress would look in the moonlight. You asked to be alone in the fitting room, and you turned off the lights. Despite being human, you've gown accustomed to the dark and toy opened the window, feeling the night's breeze. Your hands slide down your sides to your hips, and you smile at yourself in the mirror, seeing just how gorgeous you look.

"You look stunning, my dear. They were right. The way the moonlight shines on that beautiful dress is just Devine," a deep familiar voice said. You gasped and turned your head to the window and saw Muzan, sitting in the edge and watching his glowing red eyes trace every inch of your body and even smirking at how the dress hugs your hips and holds up your tits perfect.

"Why are you... h-how did you find me?" You stepped back. Muzan came into your fitting room further and made his way towards you. Your body froze, but your eyes softened once you felt his hand on your cheek. His hand was so cold. "Do you think I'd let just anyone actually go?" Muzan bluntly said. That line alone confirmed your thoughts from a year ago. You weren't actually free, and like you predicted, Muzan would come back to you. However, it wouldn't be for the reason you think.

"I don't have any more knowledge on the spider lily. Even after you let me go, I couldn't find it." You explained to Muzan, but he only grinned. "I have upper ranks to do the job much better and faster than you," He said. His words cut a bit deep since you used as much energy as you could've helped him before. "But you can be useful to me in... other ways," Muzan said as his eyes gestured to your body and then looked back at your face.

It's like the old feelings came rushing back. In your own sick way, you missed this man. Muzan is the worst, curel and dangerous man-eating demon you could've ever met. Yet you knew leaving with him was a choice you had to make now. Your mind snaps out of it once you head a knock at the door. You and Muzan look at the door and hear a woman's voice on the other side.

"Um, y/n? Are you almost done?" One of your maid of honors asked through the door. "Yes, im-" you paused. Your eyes look down to see Muzan's hand slide on your hip and even slide his hand down lower, just like how he used to, but you stopped him. "I'll be right out. Just give me a minute," you say in a worry, and then look at Muzan, his lips inches away from yours, and you spoke quietly.

"You can come by tomorrow night, and we'll talk about this. You came at such an odd time. " You rolled your eyes halfway, trying not to let all these emotions cloud you. You turned around, but the second you did, Muzan had grabbed the back of your neck, making you gasp as he pulled you back to face him. "Mm.." Muzan brought you into a heated kiss, making you stumble back and sit in the mini table in your changing room.

"Y/n!?" Your maid of honor placed her ear on the door after hearing a thund sound. "If you think for a moment I'd let you have some random mam in bed with you, then you're more stupid than I thought," Muzan said as his jaw tensed. You pant as you feel his fingers press into your neck and you placed your hands on his chest for some kind of support.

"You belong to me, and I'm taking you back. The connection we share won't ever disappear, so don't think for a second it will," Muzan said, pulling you into another kiss. This time, you kissed him back. His words may not have been the sweetest, but you understood them. He wanted you, and you wanted him. He pulled away once he heard hard banging on the door.

"Let's go," you said, lifting up your dress, not hesitating for a moment about leaving. Muzan had picked you up, and you heard a biwa sound, transporting you to Muzan's room in an instant. Muzan, put you down. His hands made their way to your body, with one hand on your ass and the other playing with the zipper on your wedding dress.

He smirked at you, letting out a dark chuckle. "Now. Won't you let me give you that wedding night you deserve to have"

#demon slayer smut #kny smut #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #muzan x reader #muzan smut #akaza x reader #akaza smut #douma x reader #douma smut #kokushibo smut #kokushibo x reader #nakime smut #nakime x reader

[nineinch-nailgun]

I'm so sorry mimic enjoyers I got caught up in my ultrakill brainrot and forgot about yall.

for the sake of keeping everything together I'm going to re-upload the stuff I've already written on quotev first so this is just the first chapter lol.

Weird Pet pt. 1

You'd never really been one to worry too much about mimics or any of the vita carnis. You lived in a remote area, it's not like you get a ton of human flesh eating monsters at your door everyday. 

Well. That was until you saw the absolutely massive fleshy prick standing dead center of your bedroom, in the middle of trying to fold his arm up so he could get under your bed and wait to kill you in your sleep.

Naturally, this scares the shit out of you, and him as well. He wasn't expecting to be caught red-handed, or for you to stare at him that way. He didn't really seem to know what to do, until you took off running, that is. You sprinted off down your hall, adrenaline forcing your body forward as fast as your legs could carry you. You had to think fast, he was barreling after you, his gangly legs having little to no coordination, resulting in him slamming againsta wall or two. As you ran into the living room you thought quickly, grabbing the nearest object- a lamp- and smashing against the mimic's head. 

He was dazed momentarily, stumbling back and making a strange sound similar to a whine and a growl. He regained himself, stumbling after you and lunging around to try and get to you. You didn't even know how you were still on your feet, you'd managed to jerk away from him to this point, you needed a plan. Slowly, an idea formulated in your head. You moved quickly, stumbling out of the living room to the stairs, he chased you down into your basement, lunging as far as he could to reach you- only missing you by a little and slamming right into the bottom step. He scorpioned over the last step, his legs flying over his head. Part of you felt bad, he seemed kinda shitty at this whole 'chase and kill' thing. Although your empathy made it difficult, you decided to use this to your advantage.

You rush past him as he tried to scramble back up, he looked at you with a weird slackjawed look, he raced up the stairs after you, only to get a face full of door. You slammed the door and locked it shut, hearing a loud thud against it, accompanied by a sliding sound. You backed away, hearing the sound of ragged breathing, and then a frustrated grunt from the now imprisoned mimic.

A day had gone by since you'd captured the mimic, and you hadn't let it out, or called anyone.. your initial plan was to let it starve in your basement, but that just seemed cruel at this point. So you did some research on what tastes like human flesh (which made you absolutely certain you'd wind up on a government watch list) and found that ham was pretty close to human meat. "OK, so I'll just get him some ham... yeah... feed the mimic." you muttered out loud, debating with yourself over whether or not you actually should go and get food for the freaky fucker in your basement. Eventually you gave in, closing your front door behind you to go to the local convenience store. 

When you got home a pit had grown in your stomach, if you decided to take care of the mimic, you might get attached. So when it decides to eat you it won't just hurt physically but also emotionally. Whatever, feed it anyways. You take the ham, wrapped in plastic towards your basement door, unwrapping it so he wouldn't choke, and then staring at the door for roughly 2 minutes, still arguing with yourself over whether or not even opening the door was a good idea. Slowly, you twisted the door know, you couldn't see where he was- but you could hear him breathing. You threw the ham in and quickly slammed the door shut. You stayed there for a moment, wondering if he'd come and investigate or not. You heard some shuffling, but that was it.

#mimic vita carnis #vita carnis #mimic #mimic x reader #monster x reader (?) #i cant believe i just tagged that like in real life #chat is this real #so sorry vita carnis fans #monster x reader #monster x human

[greenteatits]

Crying for the first time in front of hobie? Reader is feeling really down and hes comforting her💕

alright anon i got you babe >:)

tw- mentions of suicide

HOPE YA LIKE THIS ANON 🫶🏻

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everything has just sucked recently. there was really no reason for it, but it all just sucked. you got up and brushed your hair for the first time in what seemed like forever, and you finally got a glimpse of yourself. your shirt was all dirty and tear stained, your makeup was a mess, at least a week old, and your hair looked like a family of mice lived there.

“Jesus you’re a fucking mess” you whisper to yourself with a shaky voice. there you were, crying again. “God you’re fucking pathetic “ you sob, leaning into a wall and sliding down, cupping your face in your hands. you slam the side of your fist against the wall, screaming a choked up “fuck” in response.

Hobie was just getting home from the store, after buying your favorite ice cream to see if that would make you feel better in the slightest. he’d gotten home just as your fist met the wall, and after he heard you yell he dropped everything and ran to your room.

he opened the door to see you on the ground sobbing. it broke his heart to see the love of his life so upset. he stood there for a second, trying not to cry himself because of how much pain this caused him, but then he walked over to you and dropped down to wrap you in this arms. he was lightly rocking you back and forth while playing with your hair.

“what’s wrong baby?” he speaks softly into your hair, giving you light kisses.

“i don’t even know anymore hobes” you sob into his chest. “i should just die, then i can’t feel any pain, any of this bullshit reasonless sadness.”

and that broke him.

he picked you up and laid you in bed under your blankets, following suit after he finished tucking you in. he wrapped one arm around your waist, while his other free hand caressed your hair. “look at me luv” he whispered to you as you looked up at him, eyes red and puffy from crying.

“i love you so fuckin much babe, and i could never imagine going on with my life without you in it. i don’t even know how i lived without you this long, but now that i’ve gotten to experience this small bit of a long life with you, i never ever want to go through life without you again. i need you with me darling, for this life and the next, forever and always.” he says to you with a gentle smile, tears pricking in the corners of his eyes.

you didn’t even know what to say. you sat there, words caught in your throat as you stared into his eyes. “Hobie i-“ you start before he put his finger over your lips

“y’don need to say anything lovely, just relax f’me alright?”

“alright”

you lay there, stoned by his warm embrace. you don’t know how you got so lucky, but you’re glad you did.

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IDK HOW TO FEEL ABOUT THIS ONE 🫣🫣

remember my requests are always open, and so are my dms if you need to talk :)

LOVE YALL SM <33

bye now

~E

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[90ekz]

butter me up ☆ g. satoru 

1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47 : black reader, lovesick!gojo, choking (m. receiving), name calling (baby, slut), biting, degradation, slight objectification, overstim, kink discovery, switch!gojo, jealousy/claiming, lowercase intentional, nipple play.

an. i hope yall like this cause i feel like it sucks so bad but 😵‍💫😵‍💫 enjoy!

he did it on purpose.

satoru knows how annoyed you get when he wears those tight compression shirts. he knows just how much you hate the way other people ogle at him, but come on.

he’s only wearing them to work out!

“come on, it’s just for the gym. you’re being dramatic.”

you rolled your eyes at his lack of empathy. satoru’s problem is that he doesn’t know just how attractive he is. sure, he’ll fake cocky just to be annoying, but he doesn’t really know.

he’s completely unaware of the way women eye his bulging arms and chest. satoru is a complete beefcake, and he’s bouncing-off-the-walls happy at the chance to show that off.

especially with these dumb fucking shirts. asshole.

“just for the gym. sure.”

“if it’s that serious, then come with me,” your interest might have been ever so slightly peaked at this idea.

“and, well… if you get jealous at any point, i’ll make it up to you. how ‘bout it?”

satoru placed both hands outside of your body, leaning into your personal space with that.. dumb smile on his face. you hoped that he could tell how hot your face was getting.

“whatever.”

you were nervous.

part of you was hoping that you were wrong, just so you didn’t have to sit through an hour and a half of watching your boyfriend get eyefucked by other women.

but another part of you really wanted to see what kind of apology satoru had in mind.

he rubbed circles into your thigh the whole ride there, often times brushing against your clothed slit. you heard him chuckled lowly when you brushed him off.

when you arrived, you kept an eye out. as he started one of his sets, he noticed how hard you were scowling. he paused to stroke your chin delicately.

“‘gonna get wrinkles if you keep that up. ‘s okay baby.”

you couldn’t help but melt into his touch a little bit. it was annoying, he always knew how to sweet talk himself out of any situation.

you didn’t see much of anything to be concerned about, especially since you were focused on your own workout. you were pretty satisfied to say the very least, cause no one needed to be eyeing your man but you.

satoru was looking increasingly more smug as time passed, even full blown grinning by the time you two were leaving, until some girl he apparently knew came up and literally barreled herself into his plush chest.

she chatted with him while occasionally squeezing his biceps as if it was second nature, not even sparing you a glance.

thankfully, satoru spoke up about how you two needed to get going, but the damage had already been done.

the car ride was eerily quiet on both ends, brief words only being exchanged when he pulled into the driveway.

“told you.”

“that had nothing to do with the shirt, though! she’s just touchy!”

you knew satoru was a friendly person, so you couldn’t be too mad at him. but you still had the right to have an attitude. at least for a little bit.

he trailed behind you into your apartment muttering profuse apologizes. you weren’t hearing him. you just slumped into the couch.

“the silent treatment? really? i already said im sorry, ma. what else do you…” before you could react to his words, satoru was smirking and peppering kisses on your neck.

he knew how sensitive your neck was, and you immediately had to choke back your giggles.

“st-stop! what are you doing?!”

“i did say i’d make it up to you, didn’t I,” satoru grinned down at you from his position, and you couldn’t help but feel shy at the clear glint of something suspicious in his eyes.

“mm? how so?”

“you tell me.”

you knew those words. the silent permission for you to take control, to have your way with him. they weren’t spoken often. it made you smile, knowing he was letting you, that he was trying to be better.

you eventually ended up on top, and found yourself reaching under satoru’s shirt to caress his chest. he groaned as soon as your delicate fingers came into contact.

“what would all your lil fans think if they saw you like this? hmm?”

“f-fuck.” you could feel his cock hardening against your back at this point, all from the stimulations to his nipples.

he’d always been sensitive there. satoru violently twitched under your touch as your tongue swirled around his buds.

“cmon.. get these off already.” he tugged at your pants stubbornly, causing a smirk to slip on your lips.

“don’t rush me slut. you said you’d make it up to me, right?”

you couldn’t possibly miss how a shiver violently wracked his body at your degradation. you didn’t know he was into that, guess he was hiding huh?

your pussy ground down onto his cock while you watched for all the little sounds and movements you could draw from him.

satoru whined at each movement against his cock, loudly begging you to just put it in already. “aww, poor baby… you want me to help you?” satoru nodded hastily, not wanting to wait another moment to be inside you.

when you finally pulled your pants and panties from your silky pussy, satoru couldn’t help but smile. you were wet enough for him to slip right inside you, which he did. he cooed at your reaction to the stretch.

“where’d that attitude go? you seem like you want my help more than anything..”

you couldn’t respond, considering how busy you were pulling your hips up and slamming them back down. you couldn’t figure out if that motion was too much for you to continue, but satoru made the choice for you.

his hips pistoned into yours suddenly, successfully knocking all the thoughts from your brain.

“shit—look at you, baby, such a mess f’me.”

“fuck—‘toru, g’nna break me!”

the room was spinning with the force of how hard his cock was splitting you open, leaving you with nothing to hold onto. your hands eventually found satoru’s neck, and you didn’t miss how breathy his voice got.

“fuck, fuck, fuck! ‘perfect baby, ‘s perfect..”

you squeezed a little harder, resulting in those pretty blue eyes rolling to the back of his head, which only pushed you that much closer to the edge of release.

satoru’s cock pushed against that soft, spongy spot inside of you one, two, three times and you were spasming around his cock with no warning.

he breathed in deep once your hands got loose enough, but he didn’t dare stop his thrusts.

“want every one to know ‘m yours baby. only you—shit!”

when your teeth sunk into his shoulder, satoru melted, finally spilling deep inside of you. overstimulation set in your bones as you felt his raw cum fill your womb.

you were so ruined, and satoru wasn’t any better.

“d’you accept my apology?”

“hmm. depends on if you do one more favor for me.”

watching women look at satoru wasn’t as been when they were staring in jealousy at his bite marks, cause they knew who made ‘em.

#satorugojo #gojo fanart #gojo x black reader #jjk satoru #jjk 221 #anime #gojou satoru #satoru x reader #satoru x you #jujutsu kaisen satoru #gojo x y/n #gojo x you #a few panels of him in a tight shirt and i go apeshit like #hes babygirl #my girlfriend 😁😁 #satoru ‘leave for three years and still have active fans’ gojo

[mha-cuties-pls]

Jealous!bakugo nsfw pls?

A/N: Hey! Sorry I’ve been so MIA life is so crazy and I always be tryna find time to write but there’s too many situations where ppl can see my screen then I feel I like I can’t be as creatively nasty as I want LMAO but anyways ! A short lil nsfw for yall not v proofread bc I JUST wanted to post so bad hopefully I ain’t do too bad lmao

Pairing: Reader x Bakugo | Rating: M | words: 500ish | genre: smut

You cried out, placing your hands on the headboard in front of you to steady your body as Bakugo continued slamming into you harder than he ever had before. “Fu-Fu-Fuck, bab-by.” Every word came out between high pitched moans that you couldn’t help but release every time he shoved himself completely inside you; filling you up more than you thought you could handle. Not that you could move if you wanted to, though, with the death grip he had on your hips.

The noises you made only served to amp him up more, and he grabbed your neck from behind, choking you and straightening your back as he brought his face to your ear. “Call out my name, you fucking slut.” He spat, his grip tightening on your neck causing a deep moan to release from inside your chest. His rhythm never faltered, and he even began to fuck you harder; if that was even possible. “I want everyone to hear how you scream for me, baby.” He growled lowly in your ear, and the icy tone it carried sent a shiver down your spine.

Tears gathered in the corner of your eyes from the delicious sting of his hard length stretching you out. “Ba-kugohhh! Ah-,” you tried to slink forward to help your body adjust to his bruising thrusts and impossible girth, but he was holding you in place; forcing you to take it all. “oh-oh my god. Ba-” Every thrust he made caused a gasp or whimper to escape your lips, something Bakugou absolutely loved about fucking you.

Especially considering you two were in his dorm right now, and he was positive your screams were being heard by his neighbor through the wall.

The annoying memory of you cozying up to Todoroki and fawning over him, alongside all the other class 1-A girls earlier today, played briefly through Bakugous mind, causing the scowl on his face to grow even larger.

Gripping your ass almost painfully, he spanked you loudly before emitting a deep groan from his chest himself; he loved seeing your ass jiggle like that for him. “You like when I pound your pretty pussy baby?” He asked, earning an overly-eager nod from you that just served to inflate his ego even more. Staring down at you folded in front of him, he grabbed your hips and pulled you into one of his thrusts particularly hard, and the scream you let out because of it caused an evil smile to grow on his lips. His hips made another violent snap while his hands held you in place. “You like being my little fuck-doll?”

“Yes, daddy.” Your words were breathless and weak as you were lost in the feeling of him filling you up with such delicious ferocity. Turning your head back, you caught his predatory gaze, making him smirk; before slowing his pace down only for a second, and then thrusting back into you so hard you genuinely screamed.

Bakugo grinned wide hearing you scream so loud beneath him, and delivered another harsh blow to your butt before the sounds of his balls slapping violently against your wet pussy consumed the entire room. You tried to stifle your screams by shoving your face down into the mattress, but felt his hand immediately tangle in your hair and yank your head back up roughly, eliciting another loud yelp from you. “Don’t you dare hold back now, baby.” he hissed, mouth so close to your ear you could feel his breath. “Tell them you’re mine.” He let go suddenly, pushing your face down forward a bit while he positioned himself back on his knees above you again. Grabbing both your hips roughly, Bakugo pulled you into his thrust, the force and his girth delivering pleasure so good your mind went blank for a second; all you were able to think about was how nice it felt when he bottomed out in you.

“Bakugou!” You screamed, barely able to hold yourself up on your elbows,

His hands struck your ass again, and the loud sound bounced off the walls along with the sound of his skin smacking against yours with every thrust. “Again.” He hissed, delivering another harsh blow to your butt that was surely turning red at this point.

“Fuck!” You cried out, borderline sobbing from the overstimulation, “th-this is your p-pussy Bakugou.” Lost in the feeling of being so overpowered, your mind felt fuzzy and, you could have swore a bit of drool just dripped from your mouth onto the mattress.

After he delivered yet another loud slap onto your butt, you felt his hands snake around your neck from behind, pulling you closer to him while he choked you. You whimpered, now taking his impossible length even deeper as he held your airway tight and body rigidly beneath him.

“That’s it baby,” you heard him coo, and hearing him praise you like that made you smile and hum happily in response; you may have even giggled a little bit but you couldnt help it, you had never felt this before. You’d do anything to please him, and the thought of him using you however he wanted- there was nothing you found sexier.

He finally let go, shoving your face down into the bed briefly while he pushed himself back up, and returned to a steady pace.

You looked over your shoulder to see his red eyes glazed over as he stared at where he entered you, watching himself disappear as your tight, creamy pussy sucked him in.

His mouth hung open as his strokes became slow, and his eyes shifted intently from where he was looking, and back to your face, watching your expression contort each time when bottomed out inside you. Suddenly pulling your body onto his length by grabbing your hips, Bakugou pulled you against him, placing an arm across your stomach and chest to make sure your back was pressed flush against him; you began to squirm a bit as you let out small whimpers, the entirety of his length a bit too much for you to take in this position, but he made sure to hold you steady.

“Mmmmm,” he hummed, his lips brushing your ear, “such a good little girl for me.” Holding you in the same position, you felt each breath he took against your skin as he whispered, “you can take it for me, cant you baby?”

And of course, you nodded immediately, a whine escaping your lips as he pushed himself just a bit further.

“Anything for you, Katsuki.”

#my hero academy fanfiction #my hero imagines #bnha fanfiction #mha bakugo katsuki #mha bakugo x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou fluff #katsuki bakugo imagine #katsuki bakugo #katsuki bakugo mha

[shuyamino]

WHATS NTR ???

pairing(s) : ✒ ،، vox akuma x reader x mysta rias

content : ✒ ،، NSFW | NTR / cuckholding | reader uses he/him pronouns but afab | use of the word cunt | vox fucks u in front of ur boyfie (mysta) | nicknames used: 'good boy' & 'little one', | praise kink | size difference, sorta, vox is a big boy

notes : ✒ ،، yall remember when mysta said he was into ntr…crazy times. i had to rewind to make sure i heard him right the first time LMAO

minors + ageless blogs dni (u will b blocked) ;; fem-aligned people can interact, just pls dont be weird about it ;; read through content before reading more!

“How does it feel, little one?” Vox asks; the teasing tone is just short of condescending as he pounds into you.

Two thick fingers are pressed against your tongue; both digits are wet with your spit.

The two of you are on your bed – yours and Mysta’s – bed. Your knees digging into the comforter, head held up by Vox’s hand. He wanted you to keep your eyes on Mysta sitting at the edge of the bed while you were mercilessly fucked by his friend. The thought of it makes your heart sting with shame, but, god, does it turn you on.

“You just tightened around me.” He chuckles. 

“C’mon, use your voice.” Vox pulls his fingers away from your tongue, letting you speak freely. Both hands are wrapped around your waist, tugging you back with every thrust. He’s so big. So much bigger than you’re used to. His cock is almost intrusive in the way it drags against your walls. You can feel him stretching you with every thrust. 

You can feel Vox begin to slow. A whine slips past your throat as he slows to a grind. Pleasure thrummed through your body – just not enough to reach the edge. You shift your hips to try and chase the high, but he easily holds you in place.

“Be a good boy and tell Mysta how I feel inside you.”

“Please–” You finally say, more of a babble than anything else. Shame burns your cheeks as you’re forced to look at your boyfriend. His blue eyes watching the two of you intently, hands clenched tight on his sides. His gaze burns your skin as it trails over your spit-soaked lips down to the rest of your body. All the while, his dick strains against his slacks, just as desperate as you. “Want more. ‘S so good – god. Wanna…wanna cum on your dick.”

Vox hums, seeming satisfied with your response. “Good boy.”

He picks back up – the same ruthless pace from earlier. Vox’s hips slam against your ass with a bruising grip around your waist. Something in the way he fucks you makes you feel absolutely gooey inside. Like your mind is melting from the inside out, your mouth is open with high-pitched moans and drool.

Vox was fucking you mindless in front of Mysta, and you were all getting off on it.

“‘S so good. So, so, good…” The words escape your lips before you can help it, slurred together as Vox fucks you dumb.

Your eyes lock with Mysta, who’s shifting in his seat now. He still hasn’t moved from his spot, jaw slack, transfixed by the scene before him. 

Tension builds up in your core as your moans grow higher in pitch.

“Are you about to cum, little one?” Vox asks as he pistons into you. It’s unfair just how unaffected Vox sounded even as you tighten around him. The muscle in your thighs aches as you struggle to stay up. Before your hands give out from under you, Vox anchors you upwards. His hand wrapped around the column of your throat – not choking, but with a firm grip as he pulled you back against his chest. “Why don’t you tell Mysta who’s about to make you cum?”

“Vox…Vox is–” You choke out, willing to do just about anything to cum. Vox hums, his fingers tightening slightly around your throat as he does so.

“Tell me – can Mysta make you feel this good?”

Your hips buck as pleasure numbs your whole body in return. You shake your head before you can help it, eyes rolling back as he snapped his hips forward. “Answer me.”

“N-No!” You finally answer. “Only you – please, let me cum, please, please–”

“Should we let him cum, Mysta? Has he been a good boy?”

An audible gulp from Mysta before he licks his lips. “Y-Yeah. Let him. Wanna see it. Wanna see you two…”

That was enough to push you over the edge as you cum around Vox’s cock.

Vox groans as he cums in you. Thick and hot – filling up every inch of your cunt. You keen at the sensation, hands clenched tight as he finishes fucking his load into you. His face is pressed against the crook of your neck, lips whispering soft praises at how well you’d done for him. Vox keeps you upright as you come down from your high, body still trembling from how hard you came.

Your eyes slipped close, and you were about to fall asleep had Vox not clicked his tongue. You open your eyes, vision still dazed. Your eyes land on Mysta – hands still clenched to his sides with his cheeks bright red, absolutely disheveled. 

“Aw, look at ‘im.” Vox coos with the same saccharine, condescending tone as he used with you. A dark chuckle rumbles through his throat, pleasantly vibrating against your back. “Did you cum without touching yourself, Mysta?”

#vox akuma smut #mysta rias smut #vox akuma x male!reader #mysta rias x reader #vox akuma x reader #mysta rias x male!reader #THIS HAS BEEN IN MY MIND FOR A WHILE OKAY ITS KIND OF BAD BUT IVE NEVER WRITTEN SMUT AND ALSO I NEEDED IT OUT OF MY HEAD!!!!!!!! #100% self indulgent #i would love it if i stopped hearing abt their kinks bc it consumes me for like 4-7 business days #/j. but like. yk. huwehfuwef #casper★writes

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𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐲

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 A salacious tryst with your vampire lover down in his crypt.

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩(𝐬) Mary Goore x Transmasc!Reader

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 Smut (18+ only, MINORS DNI), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it yall!), no specific words used to describe reader's genitals, dirty talk, Mary is a vampire, Mary is also kinda (very much) obsessed with Reader but not in an Edward Cullen "I'm gonna break into your house and watch you sleep every night" way.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 981 words.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 My first fic in a while!! Been thinking a lot about vampires, as always, so Mary is a vampire in this smut. I decided to make Reader transmasc like myself bc we deserve some loving too! As always, this has barely been proofread bc I am too lazy rn to proofread it oops.

𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 𝐓𝐢𝐩 𝐣𝐚𝐫

“Shhh, there you go. There’s my pretty boy.”

A whimper escapes you as you adjust yourself in Mary’s lap. You’re sure you won’t be able to walk by the time they’re done with you if the stretch from just the tip alone is anything to go by. When you’d heard the idle gossip of siblings of sin talking about his girth you’d thought they were exaggerating. Rumours have a tendency to grow far bigger than the truth around the abbey, after all. Besides, there was no way he was bigger than Aether, right? That had to be hyperbole.

And yet here you are, being split open inch by inch as Mary gently eases you further down his cock. Even at an agonisignly slow and torturous pace, the stretch burns so fucking good. The incense swirling around his dark crypt is so thick that everything almost feels too much. Too much length. Too much stretch. Too much touch. Too much Mary.

But it’s also not enough.

Then you bottom out and the harmony of shuddering groans that leave the two of you seem to echo around his home. Neither of you move for a moment, adjusting to the sensations of too full and too tight. Your walls clamp down around his cock, squeezing him, and his nails dig into your hips as he throws his head back with parted, spit slick lips.

“Fuck, do that again. Please.”

You smirk and relax your muscles before clenching again. Their arms wind around your lower back and they plant their feet firmly on the ground, the thudding of his combat boots ricocheting off the walls.

“Need to fuck you so bad. Needed to rail you since I first saw you.”

“Oh yeah?” You sit up and put on a show for him. Fingers swirl around your pert buds before pinching and tugging. An exaggerated, salacious moan falls from your lips as you stare down at him. His glowing, crimson eyes drink you in, narrowing when your walls squeeze him again in time with your ministrations.

“Wanted to shove my cock in you every day for the last year, pretty boy,” he chokes out. “Been dreaming of it all week since you slipped me that note after Mass.”

Rolling your hips tentatively, you watch as one of his hands travels around to your front and trails over one of your scars. His digits trace along the incision before he takes you by surprise and leans in to kiss it. It’s an unexpectedly tender gesture that sends fresh warmth blossoming in your chest at the sight. Mary’s hand drops and he instead takes hold of your hips once more, gazing up at you with a wry smile.

“You’ve had me since the moment you said ‘hello’. You could have come up to at any point since then, told me you wanted me and would never share, and I would have dropped everything for you.” They thrust up into you, slow and sensual and oh so gentle. “You’ve had me in a chokehold for three hundred and forty seven days. I would have done anything for you. I’d have killed for you if you asked.”

They stretch you out so beautifully, dragging against your insides with every movement. Nails dig into your skin so hard that you know it’ll mark and bruise you, much to your approval. You wish they’d bite you already and mark you up properly, but you know the risks that come with that. The risk of them turning you accidentally or draining you of your blood while they’re worked up like this is too high.

“You smell so good,” they murmur, voice thick with desire as they bury their face in your neck and breathe you in. “Can smell how bad you want me. I can always fucking smell it. Do you know how much restraint I have to exercise to make sure I don’t grab you and fuck you in the corridors with everyone watching? Instead, I have to wait until I’m back in my crypt and fuck my fist until I’m cumming dry. Do you even know how many times I have to cum for that to happen?”

Their thrusting picks up pace, becoming increasingly desperate each time they’re fully sheathed within you and their tip practically punches against the spot inside you that curls your toes and arches your back. Razor sharp points poke against your throat and you can’t help but whimper and constrict his cock with your insides at the thought of him puncturing you and sucking you dry while he pounds into you, abusing your entrance as he loses himself in delirious pleasure.

“Mary, please…” Heat coils in your abdomen as the band of pleasure within you grows tighter and tighter and Mary chuckles. Their thrusts are harder, more punishing, and you release a sob at how impossibly deeper he manages to get within you.

“You gonna cum for me, pretty boy? Gonna cum all over my cock for me?”

Their words pull a whine from you, yelping when they slap your thigh harshly.

“Use your words.”

“Yes! Yes, fuck, gonna cum so hard for you, Mare.”

He purrs into your ear, a sharpened canine pricking against your lobe. “Good boy.”

His words are what break you at last as you convulse around him, screaming his name with your head tilted back. He seals his lips over your throat and sucks your supple skin, keeping his teeth away from the flesh as his cock kicks and he spills inside you. You’re both rocking into each other, bodies over sensitive as pleasure ripples through the two of you. However, even after your climax ends you can still feel him achingly rock hard inside you. You gaze down at him when he pulls away, crimson irises just a slither with his pupils blown.

“Who said we were done, pretty boy?”

#spicy content #mary goore #mary goore x reader #mary goore x transmasc!reader #repugnant #the band ghost #smut #fanfic #my fanfic #mine

[hellsfirekeepsyouwarm]

"Mad More"

Guys, my first ever smut. Please be aware of that, cuz this is literary my first one. So happy reading everyone, it's not that freaky, but you can find a slight 'notsovanilla' moments in it. please let me know what you think. it's hella long. love yall

Matt Murdock x F!Reader

TW: swearing, blood, mentions of fight, doing the deed in DD suit, dry humping, oral (female receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, creampie

Summary: Matt did a stupid thing to keep you out of harm's way, so you let your anger and frustration out on him, more than one way.

"Fucking hell Matt! You can't do that, shit was about to hit the fan, and you were in the freaking middle of it" You are mad. Furious even. Matt just threw your whole plan out of the window as soon as you were close to danger.

"I handled it. It was fine." His light tone, the dismissive motion of his shoulder makes your blood boil. How someone can be this stubborn? As hard-headed as this man?

He's breathing heavy, just as you, but his cause is exhaustion, your's is anger. Or something more complex. Mixed with worry and adrenaline, everything is swirling in your body.

He takes off his helmet, revealing his dreamy eyes, half lips turning up into a shy schoolboy smile, which looks much more devilish in the helmet. Hair pointing in all directions, giving him a messy look that would have looked cute as hell, but no. The blood dripping down from the corner of his mouth, reminding you how reckless and an idiot he is.

He smiles at your with a wide grin, knowing his charm always the answer for your heightened mood, but you are not having it today. No way he can get away with this without you giving the cold shoulder for a little while. So your turn around, heading to the kitchen, stopping on your way to grab a beer from the fridge. You aren't even a big fan of beer, but you need something to buzz in your head, besides your racing thoughts, and every possible horrible outcome that could have happened tonight.

A big sigh leaves his mouth when turn your back to him. The intoxicating smell of your perfume with sweat pulling him in, pushing him towards your body to close the suddenly aching distance between your bodies.

"You can't be serious. We had a freaking plan, and the plan was to let me do my part, so you can do yours. Teamwork. You know that word, Matthew? Because it seems like you never heard of it. Or you just choose to delete it from your vocabulary. Damnit." Your ramble on, not giving attention to the man behind you who is dangerously close to you. You open the beer with shaky hands, gulping a good amount down, before slapping it back on the counter, hands finding the edges to hold onto something solid. To ground you before you snap and pick a very much earned fight with him.

It's now or never he thinks. Either you will turn around and slap him on the face, living out your fury, or you will shut the hell up and finally give attention to him. He is willing to risk it if it means you will let go of this incident, him trying to keep you out of harm's way by throwing himself to the wolves instead. He can live with you being displeased with him, but he can't live with the mere thought of you being hurt. Especially because of him. No fucking way.

He takes careful steps, leaving the helmet forgotten next to the kitchen sink, not making a sound while doing it.

"Damnit, i thought for second you gonna wind up dead in middle of that shitshow, but no, you lucky bastard fought your way out, can't fucking beli..." He takes a shaky breath, inhaling the smell of your shampoo, before completely burying his face in the crook of your neck, his chest pressing hard against your back like a brick wall, hips following soon after. You choke on your sentence, words dying on your tongue, not remembering anymore what you were saying. His hands clutching on your stomach, pulling your ass against his crotch, leaving you absolutely breathless.

"What were you sayin'?" His playful voice fanning over your neck, his stubble tingling the sensitive skin. It's not stopping you from giving him more space, tilting your head so he can have more access of you.

His fingers works on your long sleeve shirt, desperately searching for bare skin under the material, lifting it up so he can feel your warmth under his cold palms. When he finds your waist, he drown his moan in a sweet kiss on your shoulder. Fingers massaging your soft skin, travelling around your stomach, ghosting over your bellybutton, not missing a spot he can reach. If he has you, there is no need for painkillers or any medication. His throbbing head and aching ribs fading away, brain full of you and only you.

You hum in response, the anger and irritation turning into a more pleasurable feeling, fueling your body with small waves of pleasure that comes from a skin to skin contact you have been craving all week. And it's not enough. You want more. More of him, more of his skin, of his touch. You hands still grabbing the kitchen counter gives you the perfect support, without them, your knees would give up on you, so you hold onto it roughly when your grind against him, feeling the growing bulge under his leather suit. You can't help but grin at the deep groan he lets out next to your ear, leaving wet marks where his mouth sucked on your sweet spot.

His breathing ragged, trying to catch up on the rhythm your hips dictate, his right hand leaving your waist to grab your hand on the counter, the other pushing on your lower belly, waking up the butterflies inside you. You quickly catch up on each others movements, meeting the other in the rights spots, making the most delicious sounds to let the other know what feels good. Oh and it's fucking feels good.

Soon your bodies rock in perfect harmony, Matt chasing the friction of your ass moving up and down on his boner, and you giving him small praises and love words as you adjust your body so you both can keep the rhythm up.

He makes the sweetest sounds, tiny gasps after raging moans from his chest that makes your legs tremble, and occasionally losing control over your own body. Your left hand leaves the counter, finding his head behind you, ruffling through his hair, pulling on it slightly, just a little move of yours to push his buttons.

You can feel yourself losing patience, body and mind wanting and needing more of him, and he matches your energy right away, whether it's his own instinct or he sensed your shift, he acts on it right away.

He spins your around in a swift motion, hands never leaving your waistline, wet lips crushing down on yours enveloping you in a heated sloppy kiss. You can taste blood and sweat on his tongue fighting for dominance, your nose filled with his own unique smell you can never get tired of.

You are lost in the kiss, you only realize he lifted you on top of the counter when he starts to fidgeting with your belt, loosening it, tugging on your jeans when it's free from the grip of the belt. His fingers caresses the skin while he pushes the material away from you, doing the same with your panties, grabbing them together, slowly pulling down on your thighs. He breaks the kiss, just to hear every little sounds you exhale while he does it so slowly it's a complete torture for you. Fingers tracing all the way with your clothes, following their way down to your ankles stopping at your shoes. He get's rid of them, leaving the boots lazily next to him, your jeans falling on top of them right after.

You feel the chilly air that never seems to leave the apartment, now it's colliding with your hot skin, the contrast making you yearn more of Matt's warmth, missing the close proximity.

"Matt.." You breath out his name, not being able to continue, when his soft lips plants a sweet and quick kiss on your ankle. You sigh dropping your head back with closed eyes, enjoying every millisecond his this torment.

"Yes love?" He asks despite knowing he won't get an answer. He smiles into the kisses, leaving your skin burn with desire. Every inch closer to your heat, making you wetter than ever before, the anticipation growing inside you with the familiar knot in your lower belly with every kiss dropping on your legs and thighs.

He places a kiss above your left knee before spreading them wide, placing both on his shoulders, carrying on, feeling his tongue dragging a line on your inner thigh. You look back at him, your trembling legs painted with small blood patches he left, your eyes following the breadcrumbs he dropped to his beautiful face between your thighs, waiting for you response.

"Can I?" He asks for permission with tender voice.

"Yes please." You almost beg, beg for him to dive in, beg him to not tease you any longer, beg him to do whatever he wants, just do it already. And that's what he does. His tongue slides up your folds, closing in on your clit, sucking the sensitive bud over and over before going back down, and do it again. Doing it with the right timing switching between licking and sucking.

You watch his head move, adjusting to the move of the rocking of your hips as you chase his tongue for more pressure on your core. He's more than happy to give anything you want, but he likes his own speed. He takes his time, leaving your clit when your hips swing too fast, when he hears your breath getting caught in your lungs, heart-rate up in the sky. You always get frustrated, greed taking over you every time he denies you the orgasm you want so bad.

"Don't play with me, Matt." You warn, but your voice comes out small, fragile.

"I would never do that." The vibration of his voice almost sends you over, but he leaves the prison of your thighs, coming up to face you. His grab on your waist is so solid there's gonna be a light bruise painted where his fingers digging into you. "Not yet" He murmurs into your mouth.

"Fuck.." You pout sharply, but lean into him, your hands searching for any way into his suit. "Fuck this thing." You groan into the kiss he places on your lips, feeling

"You need help?" He teases, a cocky grin forming on his face while he taps on the suit over his hips. You can't comprehend the way he finally gets rid of the red leather, but it's not important right now. You immediately shove your hand down the pants, carefully taking a hold of the base of his cock, pulling out his member slowly.

You see him trying to push the clothing down, but you stop him before he can do it.

"The suit stays on!" There is no room for argument.

"Is that so?" He tilts his head a little with a satisfied hum on his lips when you stroke him a couple times. You nod. "As you wish" He breaths out a whisper.

You push your ass closer to the edge of the counter, searching for the angle best for both of you. He moves with you, almost a growl escapes him when your thighs lock around his hips, pulling him in, his length sliding up on your wet pussy.

When you stop wiggling, he waits a second before moving his hips. And when he does, you feel his cock grinding on your bud of nerves, teasing you with tiny and slow circles around it. You grow impatient from it, already on the edge from the softness of his lips, and the heavy attacks from his tongue. You want him inside, you want to chase the release you desire, you want to see him feel good.

"Stop teasing, and fuck me already." You groan, flustered and frustrated, his smug grin plastered on his satisfied face is a sight to see, he always counts these moments as little victories, he just wants to hear the magic word, and he will give you anything you want.

He slides his length down your folds, your warm wetness coating him, making the movement effortless. The tip of his cock stops at your entrance, but stays there, frozen.

"C'mon, Matt." You plead, the attitude is gone from your voice, but it's not quite right just yet. Matt tilts his head, the unique move makes him even more sexier, knowing he listens closely to the reactions of your body, from the thudding blood in your ears to the slight tremble of your legs.

You move your hips froward, your legs around his hips and ass pulling him closer, hoping for the fulfillment you need from him. His firm grip on your hips killing your whole plan right there, his body unfazed from your attempt.

"Hmm, darling. Ask nicely." His words rolling down on his tongue with dark desire, the air stuck in your chest when you feel him move again up your slit, catching your lips in deep kiss, tongue battling with yours, teeth clashing together.

The temperature's rising with with his thrust on top of your core, your skin sticking to his leather suit, the blood red fabric rough and cold on you. "Let me hear it." He whispers after leaving your mouth, now sucking on your earlobe.

Damnit he's perfect and fucking annoying. You surrender.

"Please" You almost think he haven't heard you, but the stars appearing in your vision is about to prove you wrong. He slides inside smoothly, lost inside completely. He's starts slow, building up the pace consistently. He's taking the lead, listening carefully to every little noise you make, and you make a lot. Between sinful moans, and heavy breaths matching his own, soft words fall from your lips. Small pleas music to his ears.

The soft thrusts turns into a steady and hard rate, now you can hear his devil leather slapping on your bare skin, making the sound even more sinful. There is something undeniably primal in it, like that red clothing is his second skin, something that is already a part of him, a part he likes to hide, but can't do it properly. You love him and that hellfire in him.

You can count the times on one hand when he made love to you in the suit. Fucked you. That's more of an accurate description. It's always a rare occasion, Matt is always gets rid of it before even going near you, keeping the blood-soaked Daredevil at bay around you.

But fuck it, it's the best turn on you ever experienced before. Him in a sweaty and bloody leather, hugging his body perfectly, highlighting the parts of his body you see hidden away in his usual work clothes.

You desperately need support, but you can't help yourself, you need to touch him, it's an urge you need to fulfill at the moment before you go nuts. You hand brushes his chest, it's like electricity, his body jolts a little, his fingers digging into your sides like he fears you could fade away at any moment. Your hand travels up to his neck, pulling him down for a sloppy kiss, noses fighting with each other for space, your teeth catching his lower lip before he can slip away. He groans into the kiss you plant on his lips before you let go of him. Your fingers wanders around on his torso, getting to know the material and every detail of it.

You can see him getting closer and closer to his release, his brows furrows more frequently while he's trying to focus on the rhythm he chose to uphold, his mouth hanging open, moans escaping more.

His hands so glued to your hips you almost can't strip his left hand, he only eases the hold on you when you squeeze on his knuckles. You lift you right leg, sliding his free hand under your knee, your leg resting higher, giving you the most pleasurable angle the pose can give. He hits your g-spot with every heavy thrust, you moan out loudly, so loud the neighbors might hear it. Good.

"Harder." You ask, or command? You can't tell. You heard the words sweet in your head, but you sounded greedy. He does just that. Harder and slower than before, every time he buries himself deep in you, your mouth forms an o shape, feeling your orgasm cornering you.

"C'mon darling. I want to hear you." Gruffy voice laced with lust, deeply vibrating in his chest, coming from a place that only desire rules. You let out an inhuman groan when his thumb finds your clit, starting with smaller circles before speeding up as he hears your breath quicken. Thumb working tirelessly, his palm pushing down on your belly.

Everything is overwhelming. Him in and out contrasting the constant attack on your clit, the cold leather sticking to you ass everytime he pushes himself inside.

"Matt.." You breath out.

"I know baby." He's more than aware how close you are, his own release is in your tracks.

"Matt" You say, ask. You don't need to say again. He fastens up a bit hitting the spot in you one last time before you scream out his name. Walls clenching around him like crazy, you can feel the waves hugging him tightly, he comes soon after you growling into your chest as he pulls your body even closer. Your whole body is shaking in his embrace, your orgasm still working hard in your system, the aftermath almost as good as the peak itself.

Your forehead rests on top of Matt's head where he buried his face in your boobs. You start to massage his scalp with your fingers as your other hand clings to his shoulder. He slowly lifts his face up, eyes already sleepy, hazed with tiredness, the smile on his lips brighter than the big billboard outside of his windows.

"Shut up." You know what's he's about to say, planting a delicate kiss on him so he can't speak. He tastes like satisfaction, full and overflown with love.

"I should make you mad more." He states parting his lips from you. You whine.

"Can you do it without getting yourself almost killed?" You laugh, the resentment from his stupid act earlier tonight long lost.

"I'll think about it." He whispers into your mouth as he leans in for another peck.

#Matt Murdock imagine #Matt murdock x reader #daredevil imagine #matt murdock oneshot #matt murdock #daredevil

[writing-for-the-gays]

STUNNIN'

RAMSEY MUROCH X TRANS MALE! POC! READER

SMUT! GAY SEX AND ALSO WEED, SMOKIN AND TOKIN!!! YALL SUCK AND FUCK AND SMOKE!!! DON'T LIKE DONT READ

Word count: 2670

Also posted onto A03

Music blasted through [names] headphones, his body moving to the sound of the music. A growl left him every time he landed a blow on the punching bag. His arms powerful and strong, the muscles underneath flexing with each thud that echoed out through the small building.

The only place he would be void of interruptions; the sheriffs' office, the set up reflected that, papers strewn about with workout equipment localized into a corner across the cells. A punching bag faded and torn from use sat In front of him now in that very corner.

Ice on my neck, that's incomin

Sweat rolled down his body. He didn’t notice the man ogling him, eye tracing every bit of his body through the cell bars. Lingering on [names] chest which was toned and built with two scars framing right below them.

Ramsey gulped softly, his Adam's apple bobbing. When he ‘turned himself in’ he didn’t expect some hot buff man to come in and start wailin’ on the punching bag in the corner; but he wasn’t complainin’, the man was more than just attractive.

[Name] was wearing a pair of simple sweatpants and nothing else.

Just scanning the man's body made Ramsey's pants feel tight and uncomfortable.

I'm a pretty boy I'm stunnin

Ramsey had only heard rumors about [name]

Apparently, he had an epithet that was so stupid that he refused to use it, and he learned how to fight hand to hand instead.

That worked just fine for Ramsey, if he was gonna get to see this every time he was in here, he’d enjoy it.

“Stop staring at my ass.” [name]'s voice interrupted the silence in the jail, a thud echoing again as [name] hit it, sending it flying against the wall.

Ramsey, not even aware [name] had taken off his headphones, let out a startled, nervous, laugh, “HAH- pfft- I uh-” he shook his head “I wasn’t starin’ at your ass i was uh-” he quickly tried to think of something to blame his starring on, the scars “I was looking at the scars on your chest, where'd ya get em?” Ramsey asked, leaning against the bars of the cell, smiling at [name] glared over at Ramsey for a second before looking over for his small hand towel.

“Top surgery.” he said simply, wiping off the sweat from his chest, as he did this Ramsey’s cock twitched. He couldn't help but think about [name], a handsome man for sure, strong powerful muscles. Certainly strong enough to put Ramsey in his place, pushing Ramsey right on the lounge chair, putting a strong calloused hand in the middle of his chest and holding him down-

Ramsey choked, what in the holy fuck was he thinking, he was a generally horny person, normally for the but, but this was border lining on eye fucking this person.

[Reader] growled lowly “What got a fucking problem with that?” They growled out. Ramsey shook his head “NO! No sorry, got distracted…. Was thinkin’ bout something.” he said, trying to shrug off his day dreaming.

“Yea… yea whatever.” [name] scoffed.

He locked eyes with Ramsey and something changed in the air, the feeling of tension was replaced quickly with lust so thick you could swim through it.

Super speed sonic I'm runnin

The next thing Ramsey knew [name] was fumbling in his desk for lube, something Ramsey couldn't see, and the keys to the cell.

The only thing Ramsey could think about is how his cock stained against the fabric of his cargo shorts, and how sexy [name] was with a primal look in his eyes.

A low whine escaped the slightly older man, deep from somewhere deep in his throat. It was needy, begging almost. [Name] threw the cell door open, his heart thudding in his ears as he looked at the rat-like man sitting in the fold out lawn chair.

Ramsey began to undress before [reader] even got to the cell, shaky hands making quick work of his Hawaiian shirt which ended up on the floor by the time [reader] got to him.

He immediately kissed Ramsey, it was hot, rough, needy. [Name] knew this would bruise both of their lips and they'd have to do the walk of shame after this to get ibuprofen from the store, but he didn't really mind.

The rat-like man pulled away and wasted no time diving into [name] neck and littering bite marks and hickeys up and down their neck causing [name] to gasp.

S-super speed sonic im runnin

"FUCK- it took you so long before you initiated, I thought I was going to fucking explode." Ramsey muttered against [name] skin "I wanted to just fucking walk out and beg for you."

[Name] shivers, his eyes rolling back a bit as Ramsey hit a sensitive spot on their neck, their control on their epithet slipping slightly as a fruity-floral skunk smelling smoke began to rise off of their skin and fill the small area.

Ramsey inhales deeply, his cock twitching in his shorts "now…" he leans in to whisper into [name] ear "what is this sheriff gonna do to me?"

Call me big papa I'm sonnin'

[Name] pushed Ramsey back against the lounge chair and growled slowly "Now… what do I do with inmates who have a staring problem…?"

Ramsey shook his head and smirked "No… why don't you show me?" He asked cheekily. It causes [name] to lunge forward and start placing bite marks against Ramsey's pale skin. They bruise quickly, a beautiful piece of art consisting of dark purple.

A whimper crawls it's way out of Ramsey's chest when [name] grinds down against his hard, twitching cock, [name] can imagine what it looks like below the tan fabric of his shorts; red and angry at the tip with a thick vein going down the underside, 7' inches long and girthy to match, nice trimmed pink hair around the base.

[Name] has memorized it at this point. Hes gone down on Ramsey more times than he can count in their 3 years of being married. [Name] can't seem to find the idea of feeling it in him any less exciting than the first time they got together. [Name] rubs his thighs together lightly to alleviate some of the need he feels.

I supply dick when he want it

Ramseys shorts and underwear come off when [name] tired gets of just grinding. His cock springing free, just as [name] imagined it would look like.

With his mouth watering [name] takes Ramsey's cock into his mouth, teasing the tip with his tongue he lightly hollows out his cheeks, sucking just on the tip. Ramsey bucks his hips, head thrown back in ecstacy. He's so sensitive, [name] chuckles lightly around the tip causing a needy keen to leave through Ramseys slightly parted lips.

While Ramsey's eyes were closed [name] pulls out the lube and applies it to their fingers, before gently pressing against Ramsey's hole.

I'm a bad boy mclovin.

Ramsey opens his eyes and lets out a gasp, looking down at [name] with curiosity and excitement. They press a finger into him causing his back to arch and a loud moan to leave him.

[Name] smirks "Did you prepare for this?" He asks softly, which only gets a nod from the gold eyed man. His legs spread a bit and [name] releases a guttural groan.

The unknown item from the desk makes a reappearance. A butt plug. One connected to a little remote. [Name] gently teased Ramsey's entrance the the tip of the toy.

Ramsey squirms as the toy is slipped into him, opening his good eye he smiles dorkily "So-!" Before he can let out a comment you turn the vibration on the toy all the way up causing him to curl up slightly, his muscles tensing before he falls back against the lounge chair.

He's letting out little whimpers and moans in a constant stream now, his cock twitching. There's no way he'll cum from just that. He's tried before.

I'ma, I'ma, bad boy Mclovin

[Name] returns to Ramsey's cock, paying special attention to the vein at the bottom, which causes his body to spasm. "FUCK- fuck- ungh- it… feels so good!-" Ramsey is a mess at this point, his hair wild and sticking out all over the place. 'The messy look suits him' [name] thinks with a grin that turns quickly to a sinister grin.

[Name] strips his sweatpants and boxers. He trails his hand up and down his body "Look at me Ramsey." [Name] commands gently. Ramseys eyes peek open and he throws his head back squirming.

Ramsey knows better than to touch his cock without permission, but his hands twitch at the need to alleviate the ache forming in his lower stomach. An ache that can only be helped by [name].

They growl at Ramsey "I didn't say you could look away." His eye focuses on the sight before him and he wishes he could jump on [name] at any moment.

[Name] is gently playing with their bottom growth, the other hand gently tracing up and down his body. It drives Ramsey wild.

Good pussy sound like pasta

"Please please pleasepleasepleaseplease-" Ramsey begs his hips bucking wildly "I need to be inside of you please- please I need you so fuckin badly, I want to feel you, fuck I wanna have you around my cock, I want to fuck you please-!" [Name] shuts him up quickly, lining up their cunt and enveloping Ramsey's cock.

[Name] finally let's their epithet go uncontrolled. More smoke rising up from their skin. It makes them whine. A light buzz running over their body. They notice something in the corner. Handcuffs.

[Name] smirks, an idea coming to their head. They lift off of Ramsey slowly “I'm going to grab the cuffs from over there, and then I'm going to ride you until all you can only think about me .” he growls and Ramsey nods, his normal eye clouded in pleasure, his gold prosthetic turned fully around no longer showing the pupil.

[Name] lifts themself off ramseys lap and saunters over to the corner of the cell, bending over in a way that showed off his ass to pick them up. Ramsey looked at [names] ass and the handcuffs and bites his lip, his cock twitches hard.

He give good brain he a master

straddling Ramsey’s hips again, he smirks hovering just above Ramsey's cock “D’ya’wanna get stoned.” He asked simply, smoke leaving his lips as he spoke.

Ramsey nodded desperately and [name] swooped in for a kiss, breathing smoke into Ramsey’s mouth, who quickly inhaled it, a foggy feeling washed over Ramsey, his vision becoming unfocused on anything but [name], a stupid smile appeared on Ramsey’s face, not a grin, a stupid smile, his eyelid drooped, his body felt heavy, but light and airy.

He gripped the back of the beach chair, feeling the rubber of the chair under his fingertips. A soft grounding feeling in case it was overstimulating.

[Name] slowly lowered himself onto Ramsey, the feeling of [name] walls again enveloped Ramsey, causing him to let out a loud moan, the feeling was amplified as he let his eyes fully relax, not focusing on anything, except for his cock, the feeling was so good.

“feels… fuckin good-” [name] mutters deeply, rolling his hips, his bottom growth dragging against Ramsey’s lower stomach. [Name] began to move up and down on ramseys cocks. Shock waves traveled through [name] as Ramsey's cock hit all the right places inside of him.

Ramsey tried to pull his arms to grab at [names] hips but he’s not successful, the handcuffs holding him. whines and whimpers leaving [name]s throat in an almost song-like manner to Ramsey, every nerve in his body had been lit up, and he really couldn't tell where he ended and you began.

It was like a dance really, one leading the other, when [name] would thrust down Ramsey would thrust right back up, it made [name] long for more.

Little Einstein bitch imma blast off.

In the flash of a second [name] is dirty talking Ramsey, riling him up. "Your cock feels so good in me- fuck- it's driving me fucking crazy it's so good- fuck- I need more- I need more of you- I want you to cum inside of me-." The last part gets Ramsey and he bucks, hard, speeding up his thrusts into [name]. He grips ramseys shoulder and whines.

It's a constant hard thrust, one that makes [names] toes curl and their back to arch. Both of them are shaking in ecstacy desperately at the edge. And then it all stops.

I can go slow or go faster

Ramsey somehow got out of the hand cuffs and he moves [name] off of him and onto the floor, putting him in a mating press where he slows to a crawl. Pulling out slowly but thrusting back in hard. It pushes wanton whore like moans out of [names] mouth.

He's teasing [name] on purpose. Tired of waiting he took it in his own hands. "I've wanted your pussy all fucking day, God I want to fuck my cum deep inside of you and just FUCKING-." He thrusts into [name] "breed you." He begins to jackhammer thrust into [name].

It's feel like [name] is going insane while he's being fucked into. He's incoherent. Babbling and moaning about ramsey's cock. He can't control the noises he makes and he loves it.

The moans and skin slapping skin echoed through the cell. It was noisy, and it kept getting noisier as ramsey got closer and closer to his peak. Body shaking, breathless, he was close, it was so fucking good, he couldn't think about anything else just [name], about how [name] was so tight around him.

[name] looked at him like he was a Greek god right now, granted he looked at Ramsey like this all the time; how [name], the most stunning man he's ever seen with dark curly hair, dark skin, and beautiful deep eyes that remind him of the first cup of coffee in the morning and the night sky when the world's asleep, see's him as anything other than average is beyond him.

God he felt so good, [names] body shook and his eyes rolled back "Fuck- fuck fuck please I'm so close-! Please cum inside of me-!"

If I bust quick that's a bastard

"FUCK!" [Names] body clenched, his muscles stiffening with each after shock of pleasure. That's what sent Ramsey over. He thrusted deep shooting ropes of cum [names] cunt. Sitting like that for a second before pulling out and gently setting down [names] legs, cum dripping from his hole.

Ramsey smiles softly and pulls him onto the lounge chair and kisses [names] cheek as he wraps his arms around Ramsey.

They sat like that for minutes, or maybe hours, enjoying the warmth the other brought. [Name] shakily got up, cum dripping down his thighs, he giggled "Ok that was not worth the strain on my back." [Name] said stretching and straightening out.

"yeah well sweetheart, it was your idea, so by proxy your fault." Ramsey responded, making cove roll his eyes with a scoff "Don't throw facts and logic at my tiny brain, I'll get a headache." [Name] responded, kissing Ramsey's forehead.

[Name] out his underwear and sweatpants back on. Hs sits back down and lays his head into ramsey's chest

Ice on my neck that's incoming

"Aye don't go falling asleep on me, we have shit to do." Ramsey said rolling his eye, sitting up with [names] head still in his chest.

[Name] laughed "Would you rather deal with me with the munchies all day, or me sleeping in your lawn chair for the rest of the day?" Ramsey sighed and did a faux glare at [name], who put his hands up "Fine fine. I'll go do my job." He said standing up, putting his underwear and shorts back on.

[Name] smiled.

I'm a pretty boy I'm stunnin

#epithet erased #ramsey murdoch #epithet erased gay? #x male reader #gay #trans #x reader #homosexual #s father with children- #(i am shot down before i can finish the falsettos reference) #ramsey murdoch x male reader

[goldentsum]

— pretty little liar

PAIRING: eren x reader

WORDCOUNT: 5.3k

SUMMARY: eren has a lot of pride and he knows that though he curses his stupid pride and big mouth that always gets him in trouble.

TAGS: smut, slight fluff and crack at the end, porn with a little plot, modern au, college au, established relationship, femdom, sub! eren, dom! reader, whiny and needy sub! eren, crybaby! eren, reader is a tease and a meanie, implied sorority! rich! reader, reader has a tongue piercing, handjobs, overstimulation (male receiving), semi-public sex, car sex, unprotected sex (pls always wrap it before you tap it), spitting, degradation, praising. slapping

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I COULDN’T HELP IT! I COULD NEVER RESIST THIS MANS! long-haired/man-bun eren? AWOOGA! also because the latest chapter fucked me up-- :((  i need to get it out of my system HAHAHHA to the ones who waited for this, hereee! get yall’s eren smut!! unedited!! 

eren sighed, a bit tired and because of the incoming headache from the loud music and the alcohol that he has been drinking. college parties are both a pain and an amusement. his vibrant green eyes searched through the rowdy crowd for you, you said you were just going to get something from the kitchen but you were taking your sweet time, huh... 

the tall young man leaned against the wall, scrunching his nose at the scene of people grinding against each other and the smell of alcohol and sweat. he grunted and took a sip of his drink, trying to occupy himself and wait for you, his lovely girlfriend, who abandoned him in a room filled with hornyass people. 

a small pout appeared in his lips, hidden by the red plastic cup, as he grumbled under his breath. suddenly, a hand slapped against his shoulder making him jump and he turned around to glare at the person but as he saw your bestfriend, he eased down a bit, though still annoyed at the hard slap on his shoulder. 

“jaegerbomb! what’re you doin’ in the corner looking like a whole loner?” (f/n) snickered, a smirk in her red lips. eren rolled his eyes and answered with the most blatant tone, “(y/n) left me here” 

she laughed at that as she repeatedly slapped his arm. eren grimaced and tried to pushed her off without making her tumble down to the floor because it’s a little too obvious that she was drunk as fuck. “ahh, classic cold little (n/n)~” eren heard the drunk young woman snickered.

“anyway! how’s the relationship going? i mean, now that you two are together?” she asked, a smirk on her lips as she clumsily brushed her long pink dyed hair away from her face. 

eren cleared his throat, feeling a little shy at the mention of you and your relationship. “i-it’s fun..” 

the pink haired woman raised a brow at the shy response, thoroughly entertained at the flustered body language of the usual cocky and arrogant male, as she thought to herself, ‘oh, (n/n)ie~ look how this boy simp for you’ 

“ahh, i remember you were always tailing behind our precious wittle (n/n)ie~ though it’s not like that has changed. boy, you really got it bad” she hummed, tone blunt but amused. the brunette rolled his eyes, though his ears started to burn in embarrassment. he tried to keep himself busy with the cup in his hand and blew a strand away his face as he looked elsewhere beside the female in front of him. 

eren took a sip of his drink and his eyes lightened up when he saw you coming out of the kitchen with something in hand, talking to another female. (f/n), who saw this, smirked and asked, “you’re such a bottom” 

the brunette choked in his drink, liquid splashing against his chin and cup. he moved it away from him as he coughed, a little bit of the spilled alcohol sipping through his black t-shirt. he whipped his head towards the smirking female and glared, trying to look mean as possible though his shaky eyes and the still shock expression in his face makes it hard to take him seriously. “what the hell, (f/n)! why would you say that?!” 

“oh come on! we both know that no one can top that girl. it’s (n/n)ie we’re talking about here! the cold and scary female who makes people tremble under her gaze? there’s no way in hell that you can dom that... no offense, jaegerbomb” 

eren was at loss at her words, his pride was practically broken down in front of him while the (f/n) inform him as if she’s telling a well-known fact. something in his chest started to grumble and nudged him to deny it, to save the last bits of his pride. 

he knows he has a little too much pride and can be arrogant and his stupid mouth can’t be stopped once he start..

“that’s not true at all! i top her all the time!” he argued, though thankfully the music was enough to cover it up and not attract attention to him. (f/n) quirked a brow and looked at him up and down as if saying, “really now? you?” 

he felt the uneasiness when he lied through his teeth, he just hoped that you won’t hear anything about what he just said-...

she hummed then turned to where you stood with one of your and her sorority sister, “(Y/N)! YOU’RE A SUB?” 

eren gaped at her in surprise and horror and tried to stop her, grasping her arm. he then looked at you, his body went rigid and a sudden shiver ran up his spine when his shocked green eyes connected with your intimidating (e/c) eyes. your sorority sister looked at you in shock and said something to you but you didn’t remove your eyes on him. 

he gulped when your already sharp eyes narrowed. fortunantely for him, you looked away after a second to talk to the female beside you and eren let out a shaky breath and let the woman’s arm go while (f/n) let out a noise of confusion when you ignored them. 

“well that was confusing as fuck...” she muttered and then turned again to eren, who stood stiffly. “dude, are you okay?” 

“yeah...” he said absentmindedly as he cursed himself and the pink haired female in his head. she pursed her lips and shrugged nonchalantly, “well, maybe you do top her.. though i’m still sure that she won’t ever let anyone top her. that bitch gets a little too pissy when someone boss her around” 

“i’m gonna leave you here, jaegerbomb. this party needs a little more excitement, if you get my drift” the pink haired female snickered and slapped his arm once last time then left him to go who knows where. eren closed his eyes and massaged his temple at what just happened. ‘(f/n), you little shit... you just got me into trouble-’ 

his thoughts were cut off when he got hit by your familiar sweet perfume and he opened his eyes again, flinching a bit when he noticed you were already in front of him. 

“this is what you wanted, right?” your tone was as blunt and straightforward as ever. 

“w-what?” he stuttered out, heat filling his cheeks. you raised a brow and waved a small chocolate bar. “you said you wanted this earlier” 

green eyes locked with the candy and let out a nervous laugh, “y-yeah yeah! thank you, babe..”

you watched him shakily fiddle with the chocolate bar, a still and nervous smile on his face. you observed him, looking him up and down. you stepped closer to him and his movements stopped all together when you got closer. you raised one hand to move stray locks that escaped his man bun, your sharp nails scrapped lightly against his scalp. eren let out a shaky breath and looked at you with submissive eyes. 

“don’t think you’re off the hook, baby. we’re gonna talk about that little stunt you pulled.” you whispered against his ear, your teeth grazing his heated ears. the taller male’s breath hitched at that and he held onto you with wide eyes. 

you started to kiss down to place openmouthed kisses on his sensitive neck. you could feel his hands hold onto your cropped shirt, his actions confusing, not knowing whether he wanted to pull you closer or push you away. 

you chuckled at the aroused gasp eren let out. you let one of your hands trail down his abdomen, slowly creeping inside his shirt to trace his muscles. 

“b-baby, please... n-not here” you heard him rasp out, though his hands were clenched tightly against your shirt. you sucked and licked his skin earning you a small moan and grind. 

your hand that was inside his shirt, inched upwards to touch his nipples slightly and your thigh moved in between his legs, feeling his semi-hard cock. “what a filthy little slut you are, getting off in public” you whispered.

eren whined at your words, shaking his head slightly as his eyes were clenched shut. “n-no! ‘m not...” 

you chuckled at him, his words starting to get slurry already. you caressed his stomach, scratching the clenching muscles. “car. now, baby” 

you removed yourself away from him and smirked at his disheveled appearance that he quickly tried to fix, a shy and embarrassed expression on his face as his ears glowed red. 

letting your eyes soak up the pretty view, you hummed. eren cleared his throat and he fixed his man bun, tying it again, trying to look not too obvious that you two were doing something earlier. 

you then noticed something on the floor and snorted, “you dropped something” 

eren looked at you, confused, then followed your gaze and noticed the candy bar that you gave him earlier. he blushed a bit and went down to pick it up but not before retaliating, “i-i knew that!” 

you chuckled, not paying much mind to it, and looked around for (f/n) and once you saw her and made eye contact, you gestured to the door and lifted your hand that held your car keys that you got from your jean pocket

“aww, leaving already...? drive safe, (n/n)ie!” (f/n) bid, raising her red cup. you nodded a bit then grasped eren’s free hand, dragging him out of the huge sorority house. 

you two went to where you parked your car while eren watched you go to the side where the driver’s seat of the expensive car is. you raised a brow at him which made him blurted out, “w-we can go to my dorm, armin said he was going to his girlfriend’s earlier...” his words trailed off. you offered a small smirk then nodded, getting in fully and eren hurriedly did the same. 

the scent of expensive leather and the sweet scent of your perfume was all he smelled in the car and oddly enough, it made him even more antsy. your car started to purr as you revived the engine. eren watched you drive at the corner of his eyes, teeth biting his poor bottom lip whilst his hands ran up and down his thighs, legs a little shaky. 

you noticed this and clicked your tongue making him stop his movements. his breath hitched at the sound, uh oh he just broke one of your rules... but he’s just so needy, he can feel his cock painfully straining against his black pants. 

“what do you think you’re doing” you weren’t asking a question more like reprimanding him, tone brutally cold and it made him shiver in anticipation and arousal. 

“’m sorry... i, i j-just...” his words choppy and stutter-y

“speak up.” 

eren gulped, eyes lowered into his lap as he sat on his hands, placing it beneath his thighs, not wanting to anger you further or break any of your rules. 

“well?” 

he turned to you with a shaky breath, green eyes watching you with utter need as you drove with your usual stone cold face. “c-can you please touch me...” his words reached you though it’s volume was not even beyond a whisper. 

you let out a playful scoff, sharp eyes turned towards him for a second before going back to the road, “needy little slut, ain’t ya.” 

eren let his eyes drop to his lap again, gulping, as he pressed his lips into a thin line. the feeling of excitement rising inside him. 

the car was filled with silence, besides eren’s small pants and his occasionally shuffling around. you parked the car at the corner of the empty street near eren’s dorm. as soon as you stopped the car, eren reached over to you and wrapped an arm around your neck, kissing you frenziedly, and moaned at the feeling of your soft lips against his. 

though you didn’t move an inch which made him whine and he leaned back, half-lidded green eyes stared up at you. a shiver of arousal went up his spine when he saw your eyes turn dark. before he could apologize again, your hand went to grip his chin, pressing against his cheeks. 

“tsk. you’re really testing my patience tonight, love” 

eren whimpered at your words as he looked up at you with so much devotion and need, panting like a dirty mutt and lips pursed into a pout with your grip. 

“on the back seat.” he nodded eagerly and you removed your hand away from him. the tall man shimmied his way to the backseat as quickly as possible but he yelped when he felt a harsh slap on his ass before he sat himself on the backseat with an embarrassed face. “baby, please! don’t do that...” he muttered under his breath, heat filled up his face and he avoided your eyes. 

you scoffed, amused, and joined him in the backseat of your car. eren scooted over a little to give you space to go over. just after you sat, he moved himself closer to you and pressed his body against you. “(y/n)... please, ‘m sorry for what happened earlier.. just t-touch me please” he pleaded, face nuzzling against your neck as he inhaled your sweet scent. 

you clicked your tongue and grasped his hair, pulling it to make him look at you. he gasped at the slight pain and the pleasure that went straight into his groin and looked at you with lidded eyes. “you’re not getting away just like that, baby. we need to train you properly, you’ve been naughty all evening.” 

he whimpered at that and watched you come closer. you smirked down at him, he looked amazing as always. eren always looked better like this, pliant and needy.

you pressed your lips against his pulse, licking and sucking on it, and you loosened your grip on his hair, massaging his scalp. eren closed his eyes at the feeling of your lips on his skin, mouth open in a silent moan. you let your other hand wander, brushing against his bulge making his breath shutter. 

“(y-y/n)..” you heard him pant out but you ignored it, this was his punishment. 

your hand in his hair guided him the way you wanted and tilted his head back as you marked his tanned skin. you can feel his cock twitch against his pants, your nails tracing the outline. 

his hips jerked, trying to get you to touch him more firmly. you bit his still bruised neck from your previous escapade as a warning though the man only moaned shamelessly at your rough action. you unbuckled his belt, moving his pants down with both hands while eren moved as well to help you with it. 

eren watched you while you smirked at him, leaning closer to his face and his eyes shifted down at your red lips. he felt you nudge his nose with yours slightly making him smile a bit and he leaned up to kiss you but you moved back. the brunette furrowed his brows at your action, “(y/n), k-kiss..” 

you wanted to coo at his cute expression and words but you reminded yourself that this was his punishment. you kissed his jaw as you slipped your hand inside his boxers, pulling his thick cock out. eren hissed at the cold air nipping his sensitive dick, head tilting back against the car window. 

you pecked his cheek and let your other hand move his tight black t-shirt up to reveal his clenching abs as you stroke his length. you leaned back and admired the view, your precious boyfriend moaning so prettily for you as his glorious muscles contracted and his thick cock started to leak precum. 

god, he’s just so beautiful and it’s all for you. 

eren’s hips jerked instinctively when you swiped your thumb against his cock’s sensitive head and spread the precum along his length. he oozed out so much precum that it was so wet and sloppy.

your hand went faster, jerking him quicker, making him gasp as he held your wrist with wide eyes. you chuckled at his cute reaction but you didn’t stop nor did your pace get slower. eren let out a series of loud moans and he let go of your wrist so he can cover his mouth, breath heavy. you thumbed one of his nipples, his body shivering at your actions. 

“baby! f-fuck” he cried, letting his head rest against the window again and let you stroke him to his high. the alcohol buzzing in his system was making him more sensitive than usual and the possibility of someone catching you two in the car made him hornier. the wet and lewd sound that echoed inside your car guided him closer to his release, his thighs trembling. 

he could feel it, the pleasure building up as the band in his stomach threatening  to snap. your other hand moved down to cup his tightening balls and your lips replaced your fingers on his nipple. he sobbed at the overwhelming pleasure, his hips thrusting up, trying to match your pace. 

your tongue flattened and you let your piercing roll against the hardened bud, your boyfriend yelped at the contact of the metal ball against his sensitive nipple. 

“s-shit! baby! aHH-!” he moaned out, your hand moving even faster as he cum. his body convulsed at the sudden orgasm that hit him like a hard wave as thick ropes of cum spilled from his thick member, painting your hand and his heaving chest. you stroked his cock to prolong his orgasm. 

as he came down his high, a wave of sensitivity hit him when you didn’t stop your hand. he cried at that and his hand gripped your wrist with a sweaty and clammy hand but not really stopping you, his shiny and teary green eyes stared at you with shock. “ahh! (y-y/n)! wait! too s-sensitive!” 

you chuckled sadistically at him and leaned closer to him, “but we’ve only just begun” 

eren whimpered, body shivering at the overstimulation but his cum only helped him back to hardness as the slick feeling made him lightheaded. his body shivering and writhe at your actions, completely pliant in your hands. 

you slowly stopped and removed your hand, listening to eren’s heavy gasps and hics as he tried to catch his breath. your greedy (e/c) eyes soaked up the sight for a moment then you tapped your cum stained hand against his lips, “clean it up.” 

eren whimpered and his tongue peaked out to lick his cum, cleaning your fingers. you watched him lick your fingers with short but fast strokes and then you entered two fingers inside his mouth which earned you a lewd moan. he sucked your fingers in, tongue lapping messily around your fingers. his teary eyes looked up at you. you smirked and you pressed your two fingers down his throat making him gag but he only groaned and worked even greedily on your fingers. 

when you were satisfied, you slowly moved your hand away from him. your fingers now sticky with his spit and connected it to his open mouth with a thin line of saliva. “hah... ahh..” he panted, slightly drooling from his greedy sucking. 

you snickered and slapped his face twice, light enough to not hurt but hard enough to make a nice and loud sound and make his cheek tingle. “what a good little slut you are” 

eren moaned and his hips thrusted in the air, wanting to feel you already around his once again hard cock. 

you moved closer to sit on his lap. eren leaned his head to your chest as his hands tried to get rid of your pants, he wanted to feel your skin... no.. he needs to feel your skin. 

you looked down at him, halting your movements to watch him. he looked so cute, pawing your pants while whining when his shaky hands weren't fast enough. eren peered up at you through his lashes, his trembling hands on your hips. 

“go on, puppy” 

the brunette keened at the pet name and he pulled your pants down a little too aggressively, needy and craving to finally feel your soft skins against his. you run your dry fingers through his hair, tucking the loose strands behind his ear. when he finally tugged your pants halfway down your thighs, he moved you to your back to the seat to remove it completely then quickly worked on your top. you wanted to snicker at the utter desperation in his actions. it was cute, oddly endearing. 

eren hovers above you, eyes blown wide with lust as he let out heavy pants. his eyes darkened by lust admired your exposed skin, the way your matching dainty black laced bra and panties made him want to kneel before you was embarrassing. his attention then went back to your sharp eyes and gulped. he then leaned closer and whispered a small, “kiss?” 

without any other words, you grabbed his neck and pulled him closer to you as your lips pressed against each other in a feverish kiss. eren hummed at the feeling of your lips and opened his mouth in submission. you purred in approval and you slithered your tongue in his mouth. 

the way your hot and wet tongue twirls with his made him grind against your clothed pussy and the feeling of the ball of metal that gets caught in his tongue was making him hornier. your mound was hot and he can feel the wet patch on your thin panties. 

you pushed him, to change your position, without letting your joined mouths disconnect. eren let you guide him back, moving without resistance on his end as he was perfectly content and occupied with the way your tongue moved inside his mouth. 

you sat in his lap, feeling the hard nudge of his cock against your core making you sigh in pleasure. you held his face while you grind your pussy against him, the small stimulation on your clit was making you impatient. breaking the kiss, you stared at eren’s lewd face, panting with his mouth open while some spit slipped out of the corner of his mouth. “you’re so pretty,” you whispered which earned you a small whimper. 

tugging off your panties, you stuffed it in his mouth successfully gagging him. eren’s loud moans now muffled by your panties and he could taste your arousal that stained the cloth, his eyes rolling back to his skull at the familiar taste. 

you clicked your tongue at his dazed look, seeing he wasn’t paying attention you lower yourself onto his length. eren choked on his spit, that was pooling in his mouth, wetting your panties. his wide eyes looked up at you but it quickly closed again, getting lost in the pleasure when you continued to sink down on his cock. your wet and gummy walls sucked him in and it felt so fucking good. 

you moaned when he bottomed out as you sat on his lap, his length nudging your cervix. you felt his hands on your hips, gripping your soft flesh but not moving you, knowing that you would get angry again if he did. you cooed at him, your breath getting heavier. eren waited for you, his cock twitching inside of you. fuck, just the way your pussy clench and unclench around him was making him feel so good... 

when you started moving, the man slumped on the window letting you bring him to his high once again as he clutched your body against his, feeling your soft breasts pressed against his chest. you let out heavy pants at the way his thick length drag along your tight and wet walls, the tip hitting your sweet spot. 

“s-shit...” you cursed and eren groaned when you rode him faster. he hid his face on your neck, his hot and sweaty skin sticking against yours. you let your hand bury in his messy tresses as the other was placed on his shoulder for support. 

you adjusted your position and fully sat on his lap, your movements stopping as you listen to eren’s muffled low moans and pants. moving your hand on his back to caress his skin, you looked at him. “go on, baby. move.” 

the male gripped your hips, hiking you up a bit with his strength and started thrusting inside you in a desperate manner. you let your head lean against his collarbone and your sharp and long nails scratched his back, loving the way his thick cock pumped inside of you. 

your hips matched his thrusts, fucking him the way you know he likes. you straightened up, looking down at him as you bounced up and down on his dick. your car must looked like a fucking bouncy house with the way you two agressively move against each other but neither of you two cared, lost in each other to give a fuck. 

you moved your hand to his lips and removed your panties from his mouth, your eyes darkened at the wet cloth and threw it without looking where it landed. your baby boy is so drool-y and messy but it’s cute, the way he gets lost in pleasure and lets you ruin him the way you like. 

his pink tongue lolled out his wet mouth, his eyes rolled back to head as he fucked you, hips never faltering and thrusting into you at a constant pace that made you shiver. you gripped his cheeks making him look at you with lidded and fucked out eyes. “say ahh~” you cooed when he did as you tell him without hesitation. 

gathering spit in your mouth and with a loud pew, you spit in his mouth. you watched him moan and eyes rolling back once again, his thrust getting more frantic. eren felt your spit on his tongue and god, you’re just so fucking hot. 

“lemme see, eren.” he looked up at you and opened his mouth wider, tongue flattened inside his mouth. you smirked and slapped his cheeks repeatedly while you tell him how much of a good boy he is, “atta boy, you’re such a good boy~ now, swallow baby.” and he did. 

you moaned when his cock twitched inside of you and started meeting his thrusts again, fucking him back. your tight pussy clenched around him making him gasp, he was still so fucking sensitive but it feels so good, he just wants more and more. 

“touch me, eren” fuck, you’re so dirty. the male groaned and sneak a hand between your legs, finally touching your swollen clit. you moaned at that, it was the stimulation that you needed. eren can feel the wetness pooling down where you two are connected as he gathered some of it in his fingers to rub you easier. 

“(y-y/n)... fuck, you’re so hot...” he muttered, voice raspy and husky as he massaged rough circles on your clit, the wetness on the pads of his fingers made it much more stimulating to you. you scratched his back, drawing angry red lines on his tanned skin and you bit his bruised neck. 

the combination of the way eren fucked into you and the way he rubbed your clit was amazing and your orgasm was coming faster than you expected. “s-shit... just like that baby..” 

he shivered, he knew what that means.. you were close, so fucking close and so was he. loud wet slapping noise filled the car along with your heavy pants and low moans and eren’s gasps and groans. 

“cum inside, eren” you muttered, moans slipping past your pretty lips.

eren’s fingers rubbed frantic circles on your clit as you gasped, clenching down on his length as you cum, your body shivering at the feeling of the intense pleasure washing over you. the male beneath you trembled when he felt you cum, his own orgasm getting triggered by your wet and pulsing walls. 

his loud and deep guttural moans echoed in the car along with the sound of wild thrusts, riding his and your orgasm. after a while, his tired hips slowly came to a stop as the car was filled with heavy and worn out pants while you two slumped against each other. 

eren chuckled breathlessly making you peek at him and shook your head at his tired but still cheeky smile. “t-that was something else...” you heard him and you snickered. 

you felt his hand stroke your sweaty back gently. when you caught your breath, you slowly straightened up, you two moaned at the slight movement when your sensitive sex got nudged a bit as he was still inside of you. 

you let his softening length out of you as cum started dripping down out of you and onto his thigh and on the leather seat of your car. “shit.. that’s so hot” eren muttered, in trance, as he watched the way his and your cum dribbled out of you with a soft blush on his face. 

“it’s a bitch to clean that’s what it is” you groaned when the soreness hit you. eren chortle at your words and watched you move to the front to get your stored wet wipes in the car’s compartment. his eyes then drifted to your ass and smacked it without warning. you yelped and almost got sent over the front seat. you glared back at him as you grasped the container and you sat back down. 

“don’t look at me like that, babe! you were the first one who did it! i was just merely returning the favor~” eren defended himself, an annoying smirk on his lips. 

you rolled your eyes and scowled at your boyfriend, “maybe you should fix yourself up. you look like a hobo.” then ignored his offended gasp as you cleaned yourself and the leather seat. 

“hey! just so you know, this long and beautiful tresses always gets the girls!” eren pouted as he took the wet wipes you offered while you hum absentmindedly. “girls.. were they homeless too?” 

the tall male gaped at you and whined then nuzzled his face into your neck, “take that back, you meanie!” 

you chuckled and looked at him, tucking a strand behind his ear. “you’re just too easy to tease, babe” 

eren huffed, a playful glare on his vibrant eyes as he leaned away from you. the male started cleaning himself as well then fixed his clothes and his hair. after fixing his hair to a more neat man bun, he looked at the floor and saw your panties and smirked. he reached down and grabbed it with a victorious glint in his eyes. 

he looked over to you, listening to you grumble whilst you searched for your panties. “can i have this?” 

you turned back to him and your sharp eyes drifted down to his hands where he held your panties. you rolled your eyes and tried to grab it away from him but he moved it away. you growled at his fast reflexes. “give it back” 

“or what?~” he teased with the same godforsaken and annoying smirk he always has

“or i’ll kick you out of my car” 

eren laughed at your words and let you snatch it away. you groaned when you felt the wet cloth then looked at him in the corner of your eyes, “look what you've done, you drool-y motherfucker...” 

the brunette blushed and started defending himself, “hey! you were the one who shoved it in my mouth!” 

you clicked your tongue and flung it to him which he caught with a happy but confused glint. “whatever. have it then. i have a clean pair in your dorm, right?” 

“yeahhhh... clean...” 

you halted your hands as you were about to wear your jeans, you glared at the unfocused male that was ogling at your panties. you then slapped his arm which earned you a yelp and a pout

“what was that for?!” 

“you masturbated with my panties again?!” 

“i can’t help it! it was your fault for leaving it in my room anyway!”

#shingeki no kyoujin x reader #attack on titan x reader #aot smut #snk smut #snk x reader #aot x reader #eren jaeger #eren yeager #eren jeager smut #eren smut #eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren x reader smut #eren jaeger x reader smut #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager smut #eren imagines #eren imagine #eren x y/n

[spookiekewchie]

spookie coochie👻

—got a spooky twat, for your appetite...

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Syd (London) x woc!reader

Summary: The one where things get a little crazy between you and Syd.

Word Count: 2.3k+

Warnings: general language warnings, drugs, murder, use of a ghostface mask, unprotected sex (use protection yall), high sex, girl on top, slapping, scratching, knife play, choking, squirting

A/N: DAY TWENTY ONE OF KINKTOBER! It's literally inspired by the song Spookie Coochie by DOECHII. Special thanks to @olyvoyl for telling me to write this for Syd. The divider is by @firefly-graphics

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. Reblogs are always welcome, and let me know that you enjoy my fics.

There’s loud music playing, drugs and drinking in abundance, you laugh as you walk past someone dressed as the wicked witch of the west who’s making out with the Bride of Chucky. A loud pounding on the front door pulls you away from the mind boggling sigh. Opening it has your smile dropping instantly. “Oh let me guess, Tweedledee and Tweedledum?” You say when you see who’s standing on the other side. The two men roll their eyes, clearly unamused.

“Ha ha, look you know what we’re here for, don’t waste our time.” The shorter haired one says, stepping forward to start barging his way in. You shake your head, and try to close the door only for his booted foot to stop you.

“You heard what I said last time you sad sacks showed up without my fucking money. I’m not giving you bums shit until you pay me for the last time.” You snap at the two junkies that are barging into your little costume party. They’re Syd’s friends and you’ve told him more than once not to invite them around anymore until they paid you what they owed you. The two men chuckle to themselves, looking you over as if you’re all talk and no threat. That just pisses you off even more, and you yank the Ghostface mask up to your hairline so that they can see your harsh glare. That just makes them look at you like you’re a piece of meat, and you huff. You know what you look like, knee high boots, short skirt, fishnets, a black corset that has your cleavage on full display. It’s sexy Ghostface, and right now you don’t look like much of a killer.

“Yeah we heard you, but I think we all know that we can take whatever we want from you sugar.” The stocky well built one speaks, Brock you think his name is and you grip the hunting knife in your hand tighter. You may not look like much of a threat right now, but the knife in your hands is very real and you’re just itching to slit a throat right now.

“Brock, get out. I’m not dealing to you or Scarface here.” You snap, and the one you remember is named Rollins bristles at the mocking nickname. You barely get a chance to bask in your cheap shot when Brock slams you against a wall and the party that’s going on comes to an abrupt halt. You can see a couple of your guys gearing up to intervene and you wave them off while keeping your dark gaze on Brock and his glowering friend.

“That was rude, now how about you stop being a stingy bitch and give me and my buddy here what we came from. We know you have some on you, where is it?” He demands, groping at you as he searches for a baggie of something, anything. Brock doesn’t care, he’s just chasing a high and you know he’s unfocused and desperate. It’s something you can use to your advantage.

You simper up at the man, batting your lashes and running your free hand down his chest. “You’re right, I’m being rude. Come with me to the bedroom and I’ll make it up to you.” You look over at Rollins who’s still looking grim, but you can see the flash of interest in his eyes. “Both of you.” You add, licking your lips and just like you have both men on the hook.

Brock lets out a laugh, releasing your throat and giving you a slap on the ass as you begin to walk away. “Syd know his girl is such an easy whore?” Rollins grunts out, and you set your jaw in an effort to keep yourself from snapping at the two of them. You’ve got plans for them, and while murder may be the nuclear option, it’s the quickest way to get your point across.

“What Syd doesn’t know won’t him.” You reply, smirking to yourself as they let you lead them to the privacy of your bedroom and as soon as the door closes behind you, you slit Rollins' throat first, turning around so quickly that neither him or Brock register the movement until it’s too late. He crumples to the ground, clutching his neck as if he can stop the blood. Brock curses at you, lunging in your direction only to feel the hunting knife sink into his chest.

“Crazy bitch…” Are his last words, and you yank the knife out of his chest with a grunt. He’s right, you are a crazy bitch and he should have known better than to try and fuck with you. You’re about to call your guys into the room to move the bodies into the bathroom when you hear the sound of someone’s panicked breathing. You spin around on your heels, coming face to face with a shocked and freaking out Syd. Precious Syd, your favorite customer, your favorite lay, and you really don’t want to have to kill him too if he can’t keep his shit together. You have to think fast, and the only thing you can think to do is drop the bloody knife onto the bed so he doesn’t freak out even more when you start walking his way. “My friends!” He shouts, sounding frantic. “You killed my fucking friends! What the fuck!”

“Your friends owed me money, and they attacked me. They got what they deserved.” You tell him with a tired sigh. Syd words his mouth like he wants to say something else, but nothing comes out. You mutter to yourself in frustration, you can’t even enjoy the adrenaline rush that getting rid of Rollins and Brock gives you.

Looking over at Syd, you can tell he doesn’t know what to do, he knows Brock and Rollins are bad news, and he can only assume that they deserved it but actually seeing you kill two men, two men who he called friends, with no remorse or hesitation has him about to go into a tailspin. “Syd, baby. Calm down, you’re gonna hyperventilate if you keep that up.” You tell him, and he shakes his head like he’s trying to get the image of the two dead bodies out of his head. You reach into your cleavage, and pull out a baggie of white powder, and shake it in front of Syd’s face. That gets his attention, and you smile sweetly at him, opening the baggie and pouring out a messy line against the swell of your cleavage. His eyes follow your movements, and you see him take half a step before hesitating. “It’s okay, baby. You need this, it’ll help you calm down.”

Syd nods at your urging, closing the distance and bending down to snort at the line of coke on your breast. You watch as the effects take over, the euphoria makes him relax and he encourages you to take a bump yourself and while you normally don’t bother with the coke you decide you can indulge just this once. You scoop out a small amount with your nail, bringing it up to your nose and inhaling it with a groan. Closing the baggie you slip it back in your corset and reach for Syd, pulling him in for a kiss as the effects start to take you over as well. “Fuck, Syd. You’re a bad influence on me.” You tease, smiling when you hear him laugh. Thank god for drugs, you think. You turn yourselves so his back is to the bed, and the bodies of Brock and Rollins are out of his line of sight, then you push him down and fumble with his belt and jeans until you can pull them and his boxers down in one pull. You climb on top of him, throwing a leg over his hips to straddle him. You drag yourself over his length, feeling him growing harder against your sex as your slick starts to coat him.

“Shit, c’mon don’t tease me.” He whines, head pressing back against the bed, eyes squeezed shut. You throw your head back with a giggle before reaching up to pull the Ghostface back down with one hand, while you grip him and line him up with your entrance with the other. You lower yourself, letting the blunt head of his cock push into your entrance. You hiss at the initial stretch, hips squirming as your body adjusts to him. When it does, you sink down on him cursing at how full he leaves you feeling. Syd opens his eyes then, looking up to see you with the Ghostface mask on and he gasps in shock, moaning a second later when he feels you rolling your hips against him. “Oh fuck—shitshitshit…” You can seem him losing it, no doubt the sight of the mask of a killer from a slasher flick is fucking with his high mind. It’s a little mean but you can’t help but fuck with him a bit more.

“What’s your favorite scary movie, Syd?” You ask, dropping your voice an octave as you rock yourself up to the tip of his cock just to drop your hips and take him deep. Syd stutters, clearly stuck between pleasure, confusion, and fear when he sees you leaning forward to grab the bloody knife from the bed. You cut through the fabric of his shirt, shredding it in two to expose the man’s bare chest. The tip of the hunting knife teases against his skin, and Syd goes still when you begin to drag it slowly up his body. Syd’s so far gone that he doesn’t even realize he’s moaning, or the fact that when you press the knife to his throat that it makes his cock twitch. He doesn’t even care right now that the knife still has the blood of two other men on it, all he cares about is how good it feels to have you riding him while your tight walls squeeze around him.

Sex with Syd is always good, but right now you feel like you’re floating, like you’ve got fire in your veins and its just heightening every sensation until it has your head spinning. There’s also the adrenaline rush from earlier that makes you feel like you’re vibrating and it makes you want to chase another rush of euphoria.

You pull the baggie from your cleavage again, watching as Syd disregards the knife and presses harder against his throat. You laugh, pulling it away so you can pour out another line for him to snort off of your breasts. He groans and falls back against the bed, letting you pour out a line for yourself against his collarbone. “Shit babe, you feel sooooo good.” You moan, dragging the edge of the knife up your thigh as you circle your hips. You’re so wet that you’re dripping and you can hear the wet schlick schlick schlick of your cunt around his cock every time you lift and drop your hips to fuck yourself on him. Syd’s hands frame your hips, and you reach out to leave a slap against his cheek that makes him moan and thrust his hips up into you just as you bring your hips back down. “Fuck...you like that?” You give him another slap and he reacts the same way, gripping your hips tight enough to bruise.

“Fuck, that’s it. Use me, make yourself cum all over me.” He pleads, fingers digging into your hips as he rocks his hips up to meet you each time you drop onto him. You’re so loud, crying out and moaning for him that if it wasn’t for the loud music blasting just outside the bedroom door you’re sure all your guests would be able to hear you right now. You drop the knife, hands bracing against Syd’s chest and dragging down to leave red streaks in their wake. He bucks into you harder, almost knocking you off balance if it weren’t for his tight grip keeping you there. You can feel the pressure building, every time you drop down on him the coil tightens more and more until it finally snaps and you’re cumming hard and grinding yourself against his cock. Syd moves a hand from your hips to slide under the cowl of the Ghostface mask so that he can wrap it around your throat and squeeze. You feel him holding you in place, his hips snapping up to hammer his cock into your fluttering cunt.

“Fuckfuckfuck...Syd! Don’t stop!” You can feel yourself being pushed to another climax, and Syd doesn’t let up until he has you squirting for him when you do cum again. Your nails rake over his chest, and you know he’ll be wearing your marks for a few days with how deep your nails have sunk into him. “Cum for me, baby.” You demand with a breathy moan, voice tight from how he’s squeezing his hand around your throat. Syd cums a second later, the sound of you begging for his cum being the thing to send him over. For a second you wish you had your phone on you to capture his pretty mouth hanging open as he feels his orgasm wash over him. His spend coats your walls, and he gives you a couple thrusts after the fact to make sure he fucks it deep into you before he pulls out and lets you roll to the side and lay next to him.

You breathe heavily, reaching up to rip the mask off and toss it aside with a laugh. Syd pants next to you, chest heaving as he stares up at the ceiling in a stupor. You know he’ll be coming down soon, and you’ll have to deal with the inevitable fuss he’s going to make about his very annoying and very dead friends. Until then you’re more than happy to bask in the afterglow.

#syd x woc!reader #syd x black!reader #syd x reader #syd x you #syd x woc #syd london reader #syd reader #syd london fanfiction #syd fanfiction #syd london fic #syd fic #syd london fanfic #syd fanfic #woc!reader #black!reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #kinktober 2021 #trilla writes

[robinofgothamcity]

♡ scenario: connor losing his mind when you're hurt and charging into the fight recklessly.

♡ pairing: connor kent ( superboy ) x fem! reader

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / i'm sorry but i'm living for these angst to fluff moments rn especially bc i rewatched reign of the superman and forgot how much i loved connor in it.

Connor watched as you were completely slumped on the side of the building, no longer clear headed and struggling to stay awake. what was supposed to be a clean and easy mission turned out to be more than what the league expected.

he had requested for back up and while they were already trying to fight off the thugs that were attacking Connor, he could still see that you were fighting to stay alive and he had no idea if you were even going to come out of this fight alive.

"what the fuck?" Connor whispered, seeing you now slumped on the ground. he turned to the person who attacked you, eyes fully red with no intention of holding back. Clark could sense his song was a second away from committing murder as he saw Connor charge into the heart of the battle with no game plan, just murder.

"SUPERBOY NO!"

+

you waved shyly to the group of league members as you hid behind Wonder Woman. you were new to the scene of sidekicks and had no idea how to even introduce yourself without sounding like a complete idiot.

"woah new girl!" you heard a male voice say as you stood in your place petrified. you had no idea who it was as Diana had yet to individually introduce you to everyone, "i call dibs!" you heard the same voice say.

Diana turned to you before grabbing the boy who was charging towards you by the head and tossed him back to Superman, "she's not up for 'dibs' Superboy. she's my newest apprentice and you will treat her as such," she threatened.

you giggled behind her as a few of the sidekicks introduced themselves. you knew them as the Young Justice team and although you weren't formally with the team, you figured Diana was training you to become apart of them in the future.

"( your hero name ), this is Superboy," Wonder Woman said, "he associated to the Super family," she explained as he pushed up his dark circled glasses and flicked his hair back, "pleasure is all mine," he muttered, shaking your hand.

you returned a tiny smile before she continued to introduce you to Robin and Impulse. you noticed how Superboy kept his eyes on you. you had no idea if it was because he liked you or he disliked you but every time you turned to look at him, he was already staring at you.

after introductions and the cliche 'your real identity is sacred' conversation ended, Diana felt it was for your own good to get used to your new 'teammates'. she wanted you to make sure you weren't uncomfortable around any of the YJ team even if that included Superboy.

"so, what do you like to do for fun?" Wonder Girl asked, sitting down next to you and handing you a bowl of popcorn. you shrugged, "uh, not much. I like to watch tv and read for the most part. no one really invites me to do things with them," you admitted, scratching the back of your head.

she laughed, putting her arm around you, "well that ends today! we should all do something fun! how about we go to the county fair? doesn't that sound fun?" she asked. you shrugged, not really opposed to the idea, "I call all the rides with ( your hero name )!" Jinny replied.

you smiled, following her and Wonder Girl out the door as Robin, Impulse, and Superboy followed behind you. Robin looked at him, "you like her don't you?" he asked, already calculating the minute Connor had fallen in love with you.

"well she's apart of the team, i'd like to hope we'd all like her," he replied as Robin shook his head, "no, you get what i mean by that," Robin pressed as he could see Connor's face fall with realization. he didn't reply but he could tell what he was tell Connor's real answer through his face.

as they arrived to the fair, they all booked it to the first food stand they saw. Robin offering to pay for everyone being Bruce Wayne's son had its benefits. you ordered a simple coffee as you didn't want Robin to spend too much on everyone.

"what ride should we all get on first?" Jinny asked excitedly. you pointed to the tallest ride, it was one of those high rides that sat two people at the top and had them spinning around, "oh I can't do that. it's way too scary," both Keli and Jinny said.

Superboy smiled at you, "I'm down if you are," he said as he grabbed two tickets from the worker, "cool," you replied as the two of you walked to the line, sweat already building up from nervousness.

once they sat the two of you and made sure you were both buckled in, you stared at Superboy nervously as the ride started up and pulled you up before immediately starting to spin. you stared at Superboy, screaming for you life. you unintentionally grabbed his arms, not realizing you were holding onto him as you continued to yell.

Superboy chuckled, finding your reaction cute.

+

after the months passed and you finally grew closer to everyone on the team, you were particularly close with Jinny and Superboy. you and Jinny shared a lot of common interests as she showed you how to shoot a gun and Superboy...well, everyone could tell the two of you were just seconds away from actually dating.

you walked into the YJ lair, sipping on hot chocolates with Jinny as the weather was turning cold. she was cracking some cringe dad jokes, trying to make you laugh as you tried to contain from choking on the hot chocolate.

"hey, where we yall at?" Keli asked. you turned to Jinny before giggling, "just doing a few errands we had to run before I had patrol with Superboy," you said, not really clarifying on what you both were actually doing.

although everyone could see how much you liked Connor, Connor himself thought you had a thing with Jinny. he knew she was particularly close with you and felt as though he was practically competing with her for your attention.

"do you have my phone?" you asked Jinny as she dug into her pocket and handed it to you. you grabbed your phone before quickly snatching her hat and putting it on, "yee-haw," you giggled into the mirror as Jinny started chasing you down the halls.

as you turned a corner, you bumped into Superboy and fell flat on your ass, "oh, I'm sorry Superboy, I didn't see you there," you groaned as Jinny grabbed her had and put it back on her, "you've yee'd your last haw," she said, making you laugh harshly.

Superboy's eye couldn't help but twitch as he gave you his hand, "ready for patrol?" he asked sternly. you looked to Jinny who crept away from the angry Kryptonian and left you to deal with him, "yeah, let me just freshen up again and I'll meet you outside," you murmured, going into the bathroom.

you quickly used the bathroom before checking if you had everything. you opened the door and walked into the lair's common area. Connor had yet to drop the angry attitude and everyone was eerily silent as you walked in. he grabbed you by the arm and practically rushed you out the door.

"weird," Jinny told Robin as he shrugged, "what isn't weird about him," he replied making everyone laugh.

patrol started extremely awkward. you hadn't felt this weird since you first started on the team and you had no idea what was wrong with Superboy since he wasn't telling you.

the two of you walked on top of roof, scanning the empty roads before you turned to look at him, "what's up? you seem bothered," you asked him as you both sat on the ledge, "seriously? you seem annoyed at me or something so at the very least you can try and tell me what's wrong," you pressured again.

he looked at you with eyes of determination before grabbing you by the collar of the shirt and pulling you into a very heated kiss. you were taken back by surprise but let him continue to kiss you. a part of yelled at Connor pulled you close but another part of him was still screaming at him that you still could've liked Jinny.

"I had to do that before Jinny officially took you away from me," your eyes fluttered in confusion, "uh, what do you mean by 'take you away from me'?" you asked, not knowing what he was talking about.

Connor sighed in frustration, "I see the way you're around Jinny and figured that she likes you and vice versa," he finally admitted as he stood up, not wanting to hear your response. you quickly stood up and grabbed him by the wrist, "hey wait," you said.

he stared at you, "I'm really not in the mood to get rejected ( your hero name )," he ran his fingers through his hair annoyed. you shook your head, "I don't like Jinny nor does she like me. we're just really close friends Superboy," you whispered, bringing him into another kiss.

this time, he was the one taken back but he melted into the kiss, all his negative emotions washing away as you continued to kiss him. he wrapped his arms around your waist as you him in closer by the neck. Connor was definitely not expecting this tonight.

"so does this mean that we're like....together together?" you asked playfully shy. Connor let out a laugh before lacing your hands together, "clearly. I can't let Jinny steal you away from me," he jokingly replied.

+

Connor ran to the three different henchmen as his strength was to the point of killing, not caring if he died in the process. he was recklessly dodging bullets, knowing they wouldn't do anything to him. he grabbed the first man and threw him against a wall as it collapsed around him. Connor only hoping that it did enough damage to unalive him.

the second one he managed to choke him out enough to the point where he passed out but that wasn't enough for him. you were on the brink of death and if he had to see you die, he was going to make sure the men who possibly killed you got what they deserved.

"SUPERBOY!" he heard his father scream again. Connor paid no attention to him as he grabbed the third henchman and slammed him to the ground, throwing punches left and right, "listen to me," Clark screamed at him.

he could see the tears coming down Connor's face as anger, fear, and sadness clouded his mind, "this is not you! pull out of it!" he yelled, shaking Connor's shoulder, "you're about to kill this man. I get that you're angry but you don't get anything out of hurting him. all you get it consequences and your girlfriend needs you right now more than ever!" he continued.

Connor finally shook himself out of his trance as he heard his dad telling him to go to you. Connor nodded and ran to you, seeing you unconscious and hardly breathing, "I'm taking her to the hospital," he yelled to Batman before hauling your body into his arms and flying towards the nearest hospital.

once he finally reached the emergency doors, he shoved everyone out of his way and to the front desk, "she needs help...NOW!" he yelled to the poor receptionist. the girl jumped up from fear but nodded and screamed for a bed and a few doctors.

the doctor asked Connor to place you on the bed before the doctor told him that he could follow them inside. a part of Connor wanted to straight up move the doctor to follow you into the OR but he knew that he'd get into more trouble with his dad and the MPD if he hurt anyone else.

for what felt like hours, he was waiting inside of the room they had told him you'd be in once you got out of surgery. he had already gotten the lecture from his dad about the consequences he would've gotten if he actually managed to kill the three men earlier.

"she's going to make it," the doctor told Connor as he walked into the room while they adjusted you to the bed. Connor nodded, "she'll be out of duty for months. she sustained a lot of injuries to her body that'll take weeks to recover and she got a nasty concussion so you'll need to play doctor for the next few weeks to make sure she's okay," he explained.

Connor nodded as the doctor told him that you should be waking up within the next few hours. Connor adjusted himself on the seat and got comfortable as he had no intentions of leaving your side until you were awake and ready to leave the hospital.

you woke up a few hours later, your body killing you from all over as you saw balloons all around the room. you knew you had landed in the hospital but you had no idea how long you were asleep or in a coma even. you turned to see Connor passed out next to you, his body slumped awkwardly.

"Kon, Kon wake up!" you whispered, shaking him softly. Connor jumped up in a fright as he immediately realized you were awake, "how do you feel? are you okay? do you need anything?" he immediately asked as you couldn't help but laugh at his frantic attitude.

"Connor, I'm okay, I promise," you whispered as you brought him in for a kiss, "my body just hurts and i'm still kinda tired," you murmured as Connor nodded. you managed to wiggle yourself enough to make space for him, "babe, it looks like you haven't slept in days."

"I had to make sure you were okay so i haven't exactly slept in a while," he admitted sheepishly. you shook your head, "you're too much sometimes," you giggled as you put your head on his shoulder, "but you love me regardless," he replied.

this was the first time the L word had came up in the relationship, "yeah, I guess I do but now you need to sleep," you said as you closed your eyes and felt Connor pull you closer to him, "I love you too by the way," you whispered, giving him another kiss on his partially exposed chest.

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Shigaraki, Dabi, Shinsou and Kirishima getting caught.

Request: is it okay to ask for headcanons with Dabi, Shinsou, Shigaraki and Kirishima getting caught making out with their female s/o? - anonymous 

Things are getting spicy *not really*. That’s all I have to say. Love yaa. 💖💖💖

rules

warnings: spicy times 

Shigaraki Tomura

-He’s so touch starved. 

-And as much as he dislikes touching others because of his quirk he still wants to be held. 

-So when you two get together and he slowly gets a grip on this new situation he is at peace. 

-Kisses are his favorite.

-Kisses are a very intimate action that can both be soft and dirty. 

-He adored when you kissed him. 

-He didn’t know much about affection but giving you a kiss when you woke up or when you came back from a mission was a must. 

-Now, he is a male. 

-A horny one at that.

-When your relationship reaches the stage of um NSFW content he couldn’t keep his hands off of you. 

-When he couldn’t have you right then and there he would just kiss the hell out of you.

-Make out sessions with his crusty ass are a ride.

 -He switches between teasing you with little nips to full out swallowing you. 

-He never fails to make your knees weak though. 

-You’ll be feeling your knees buckle as he has you caged between him and the wall behind the bar.

-He didn’t like the others seeing him being all soft for you so he tends to hide his affection while around LoV. 

-Except Kurogiri.

-Kurogiri is his dad and he is proud to see his boy getting himself a s/o.

-Now back to the others. 

-Dabi and Spinner maybe Mister Compress as well are all little shits that would most likely push him to his freaking limit and you’ll have to hold him back. 

-Toga and Twice will be weird about it, Toga will fangirl over you two kissing while Twice will go from praising Shiggy *since you’re hot af* to asking him how much you scream when yall are doing the deed. 

-They all are a headache for him and he hates how uncomfortable they make both of you feel. 

-So it’s a really rare occasion when they actually catch you two making out. 

-But one day Shiggy was feeling overly needy and you couldn’t do the do so he started kissing your neck and soon enough he had reached your lips. 

-He backed you up to the nearest wall and pinned your hands above your head, raising one of your legs and hooking it over his waist. 

-You were just as needy so you could only whine and let out small moans as he kissed you silly. 

- “Oh god I’m gonna throw up from the crustyness- Awwww how cute.”

-Twice.....

-Shiggy jumped away from you but his kiss swollen lips gave him away immediately. 

-The rest of the league filed in after him and their eyes were glued to your lips or your panting. 

- “Getting freaky on a job? And then you say I’m a horn dog.”

-It was Dabi this time who spoke. 

-The teasing came in from the rest of the team and you both slowly died from embarrassment. 

-What was more embarrassing was that maybe just maybe Shiggy had gotten a little TOO excited and was now hiding behind you. 

-Yeah kissing him was a roller coaster.

Dabi

-Salty bitch is also needy.

-Sure he may be trying to convince himself that you are just friends with benefits but that doesn’t mean he can’t kiss you silly. 

-Does it make his stomach flutter when you kiss?

-Yes.

-Does he feel something warm stir in his chest?

-Yes...

-Does he feel at home every time you are on his lap, arms around his neck as you smile into your kiss?

-Also yes.

-What’s you point?

-Anyways, he really likes kissing you.

-Whenever you two are kissing you can’t really know whats in store for you. 

-It may be a soft kiss, gentle and slow the type that manages to steal your breath away because you never would have expected Dabi to be this careful.

-Or it may be rough and dominant, your knees buckle by the sheer force he puts into the kiss and you are definitely getting ready for some spicy times. 

-He isn’t against PDA like Shiggy, he can take the teasing and the disgusting glances he gets from the rest of the LoV but you rarely give in to his antics. 

-Since you are just friends with benefits why should you?

-You have told him as such when he questioned your behavior. 

-It hurts him in some weird way that he doesn’t like. 

-Boy can’t accept the fact that he may be falling in love. 

-So he ignores you just like you ignore him. 

-Sure you have your special nights before missions but apart from that nothing else. 

-You avoid each other like the plague. 

-Eventually it gets to him. 

-The sexual tension between you two is insufferable and the way he has to stay away from you is killing him. 

-He wants to hold you again. 

-God I’m soft for him. 

-During one of your late nights you went outside for some fresh air because the atmosphere inside the bar was becoming suffocating from the cigarette smoke. 

-That was his chance and he took it, trailing after you.

-You looked at each other for some time and I  kid you not you didn’t know who moved first. 

-Your lips connected and it felt so right.

-His hands roamed your sides as the kiss grew hungry and you knew what would follow. 

-Then you heard the squeaking of the door opening and saw Toga at the entrance. 

-Her eyes were glued on you two, Dabi’s eyes opening for a split second glancing at her before he pushed you to a wall and deepened the kiss even more. 

-Toga let out a flustered giggle before going back inside.

-When you pulled apart for air, you were both panting lips red and swollen as your eyes never left the others. 

- “I want to kiss you more often.”

-That was his way of saying he wanted something more than what you had right now. 

-You just kissed him again. 

Shinsou Hitoshi

-Poor baby is also a touch starved kitty.

-You know he loves you, he has told you as such many times while you were cuddling. 

-The number of his hoodies that are now yours until they lose his s=scent is ridiculous. 

-You wearing his hoodies was a way to say that you were his and he was yours. 

-That didn’t stop people from hitting on you though. 

-Many believed that Shinsou was plain old passive and maybe even weak. 

-Everyone was aware of his quirk and what it could do so they assumed that he didn’t like using it because it would make him look villainous. 

-So they took that into their advantage and hit on you mercilessly. 

-You always pushed them away and roast their asses.

-They even have the audacity to flirt with you while Shinsou is close to yall. 

-And it hurts his feelings poor baby.

-Did others really see him as not good enough for you?

-His insecurities get the better of him and he pouts for the rest of the day. 

-Until you are alone and you cuddle the life out of him, peppering him with kisses and ‘I love you’s.

-You set out to scare his insecurities away with your affection. 

-There are times though when his insecurities don’t come out. 

-They are replaced by jealousy. 

-And a jealous Shinsou is a horny Shinsou. 

 -He would drag you somewhere you couldn’t be seen easily and would just kiss the life out of you. 

-Your leg is probed over his waist as his hand was squeezing your upper thigh.

-His other hand is buried in your hair as he nips at your neck, jaw , lower lip before he starts to kiss you again. 

-You let out little moans as he continues driving you crazy. 

- “Shinsou man wasn’t that your girl back there-”

-Kaminari.

-Of course.

-The lights went out when you two parted and Kami was faced with your flustered face and Shinsou’s swollen lips.

-He passed out like a second later, his face a beet red as little sparks left his fingers. 

-It was hilarious and embarrassing.

-You had to apologize when he woke up but before you could do anything, Shinsou managed to pin you to the wall again and leave a very obvious hickey on the column of your neck.  

-No one approached you after they saw that hickey. 

-Maybe one or two tried getting with you again. 

-The next day you appeared with another hickey.

-They got the message boo.

Kirishima Eijirou

-Hesitation?

-What is that?

-Don’t know her. 

-His PDA game is so strong. 

-He legit can’t keep his hands off of you. 

-An arm around your waist, one of his hands in your back pocket, hugs from behind, small kisses on the cheek or pecks on the lips.

-The bakusquad is sick of it. 

-And by bakusquad I mean Bakugou. 

-Mina is excited for her friend, Kaminari is a dumb horny idiot so he doesn’t mind borderline enjoys it and Sero....is high so he isn’t really in touch with reality. 

-So kissing you in public was common. 

-Small pecks though. 

-Making out sessions in public is a nono.

-You made that rule because you didn’t like the looks you were getting. 

-Now if he suggests that you go behind the school for some one on one time you won’t so no per say. 

-Sure you’ll hesitate but after a few soft kisses that lingered just enough to leave you wanting for more. 

-You basically pounce on him. 

-Once you are behind the school you don’t waste time before your lips are on his and the kiss is turning hungry. 

-Hands under his shirt as his own hands roam your thighs. 

-He may dip under your skirt for a fleeting moment making you gasp and kissing you harder. 

-You never go further while you’re out in public. 

-Public kissing is different form public sex. 

-Much different. 

-While you are kissing him everything zones out and he is the only thing you can concentrate on. 

-Then you hear a choking sound and a high pitched squeal. 

-Turning around you are met with a passed out Izuku and a nose bleeding Mineta who has zoned in on Kiri’s hand under your skirt.

-You have a stare off with the grape boy before the embarrassment sets in and you are hiding behind you boyfriend, shielding yourself from Mineta’s eyes as much as you can and bury your head in his shirt. 

-Kirishima is still looking at Izuku who is passed out. 

-Then he notices Mineta who is drooling over your legs that are peeking out from behind Kiri and he goes straight to protective boyfriend mode. 

-He is grabbing your hand as he gives you a last kiss on the cheek and tells you to take Izuku to Recovery Girl. 

-He will deal with Mineta. 

-He too ended up in Recovery Girl sporting a black eye. 

-Love this little shark with all my heart.

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[razorblade180]

More Actor AU

The previous one <-

Ruby:Justice will be swift! Justice will be painful- *pie to the face* Ahhhh! Nora!

Nora:HAHAHAHAHA! I couldn’t resist!

xxxx

Yang:Do you think she thinks less of me?

Jaune:You and Ruby are sisters. You may fight but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t care.

Yang:Yeah, Ruby...

Jaune:.....Wait are you talking about Blake?

Yang:*caught of guard* Uhhhhh

Jaune:Because why would she think less of you for choosing to act like a first responder?

.......

Ren:*outside* He has a point!

Director:Stick to the script!

xxxx

Raven:Does she have it?

Qrow:You’re going to have be a little bit more specific.

Raven:*slams hand and leans* Does. Salem. Have. The Tape?

Qrow:Tape?

Raven:Yeah the sex tape, it was in the vault.

Qrow:Whaaat? Who’s on it?

Raven:*smirks* Who isn’t on it?

Qrow:Oh shit....*downs whiskey* Tai is gonna kill me!

xxxxx

Apathy:*roaming*

Ruby:Quick, the door!

Weiss:*shakes it* They’re locked!

Yang:Let me-*trips up stairs* agh! My face!

Weiss:Yang! *snickering* Oh gods, are...are you okay?

Yang:Uuuuugggghh. Imma just lie here. Guess we die. *raise head*

Weiss:Uh oh, bloody nose. Time out.

Apathy:*shuffling backwards*

Blake:*on the ground* Imagine, asking grimm just to leave?

xxxxx

Nora:Psst camera man. Pan to Penny.

Penny:*getting make up done* Yo!

Nora:Ready to die a second time!?

Penny:Hell yeah! Gonna make the people cry twice! *puts in red contacts*

xxxxx

Cinder:*chokes Raven* I’m taking what’s mine.

Raven:Last time I checked your name isn’t Tai. So get your hands off my throat. *looks off set*

Tai:*face palming*

Yang:*red* Mom!!

Raven:Someone was thinking it.

xxxxx

Fiona:*reading lines*

Robyn:She’s very focused right now. I think she’s nervous. *grabs megaphone* Cameras go live in five minutes.

Fiona:*tearing up*

Robyn:No wait! I was lying! Please dry those tears!

Fiona:Stop stressing me out! I’m new here.

Robyn:*hugging her* Ssssshhh I’ll rehearse with you.

xxxxx

[Volume 3]

Blake:*getting first aid*

Adam:*staring at camera* Funny thing about Blake Belladonna, she hates reshoots.

Blake:Do not...

Adam:She hates them so much in fact that she’ll do whatever it takes make the first take an absolute masterpiece. Blake Belladonna however also does about half of her stunts. Good stunts too. All those flips and hand to hand, that’s just her being cool. *puts hands together* I’ve worked with her since day one. I’m in most of those actions scenes. So let me tell how insane this girl is.

Blake:Oh geez...

Adam:Ten minute ago, we’re just shooting the scene where her character and my character are fighting. The plan was I “backhand” her and she falls on the ground. Now we’re not perfect. We’ve accidentally grazed each other before. But when I tell you Blake literally just sat there and watched as my hand swung at her....

Blake:Man, I don’t know what happened! *snorting* I knew it was coming, but then the next minute I had no time to go with it.

Adam:Now normally, a sane person would yell cut, but not Blake. I’m looking at her shocked as she’s staring back mouthing “roll with it.” And against judgment, I did.

Blake:It doesn’t get more authentic than that! Plus it only stung.

Yang:Until we finished the scene! We look at you and this red mark is appearing and you’re like “yeah, Adam knocked the hell out of me.”

Adam:And now I feel bad!

Blake:Nah man, perfect scene. Way to improvise.

Yang:Blake Belladonna everyone.

xxxx

Fennec: *dies*

Corsac: Corsac no!!!

Ilia:Wait, your Corsac.

Corsac:Shit, really? Damn, read the long lines all volume.

Ilia:W..wait...*smiling* d..did switch roles? Has no caught that?

Blake:N...no? *looks around* We didn’t right?

Sun:*containg laughter* Please...please tell me we haven’t mixed the roles all season? You audition for...?

Corsec:Fennec. I’m playing Fennec right? *snickering*

Blake:I...uh..how’d we-

Corsec:I’m just fucking with you.

Blake:Oh my god! Dude, I thought we messed up so much shit! My heart!

Crew:*laughing*

Blake:Y’all are jerks. I type the credits don’t scare me like that!

xxxxx

Ghira:*tears cloak off*

Tyrian and Salem: Dayuuuuuum! Look at that man!

Ghira:Pfft, god damn it. You ruined my roar! Hahaha.

xxxxx

Director:Alright Jaune. So in this scene you punch the wall because you just learned about Salem being immortal. Remember to hit hard enough get a good bang for the mic, but we don’t want you breaking your hand or anything.

Jaune:Got it!

Director:And action!

Jaune:*cracks wall*

Everyone:......

Jaune:......

Nora:Welp, he didn’t say anything about breaking the wall.

xxxxxx

Cinder:*holding sister* Diva in the building yall. Introducing mini me.

Ember:I get paid!

Cinder:Yeah you do!

Everyone:(The resemblance is uncanny.)

xxxxxx

Interviewer: Has it feel to work with distinguished talents like Tyrian.

Mercury:There isn’t a moment that man lets me rest. I could have one scene and that guy is offset staring at me and shimming or wearing a prop just throw me off-he’s doing it now! *smiles*

Tyrian:*in Salem’s costume* I don’t know what you mean Mercury? Are you...*props leg up* distracted?

Mercury:Serious doesn’t exist with that man on set.

xxxxx

Interview:Adam, how’s it feel to be the most hated character.

Adam:It’s hilarious. I go the store to get a coffee and the cashier is doing a double take as they stare at me wearing a shirt with Pumpkin Pete on it. Before they process who I am exactly I’m just like, “please tell me you have pumpkin spice?” And their perception is ruined immediately.

Interviewer:Ever get hate at events.

Adam:Oh it’s a game now! Not by my choice. This was Yang’s idea.

Yang:*pokes in* Y’all talking about the game where I make people upset? *sits in his lap* excuse me.

Adam:Against my will...*snickers* anytime I go to a convention with Yang, she enters the room from the opposite door and let the people gather to her while haters gather to me.

Yang:By the time I reach him I see about a dozen people glaring at him while my fans are following me until I get where I need to go. Right before I do, I walk up to Adam as if I didn’t know he’d be there, then jump into his arms happily. Everyone shuts up. They don’t know how to cope.

Adam:That’s with almost any hero in this show. I’m minding my own business and then they cling to me for shock value. Yang and Blake are the worst though.

Yang:I’ve sat in his lap like I am now at a Q&A before because people booed when he showed up. The beef isn’t real people! My arm is fine!

xxxxx

Jaune:*staring at Pyrrha’s statue*.....

*foot steps approach*

Jaune:*looks left* !?

Pyrrha:*holding flowers* A tragedy, this person’s death. You knew them?

Jaune:I...y...no. Just heard of her.

Pyrrha:Really? Cool. Reall strong person. Her people were heartbroken when she chose Beacon. But it was the place she dreamed of. Ashamed she died. Gone, never to be seen.

Jaune:She may be gone, but I know she had no regrets. Pyrrha was a huntress through and through, and I believe she fought like one until the end.

Pyrrha:*nods* Yeah, I think so too. *containg joy*

.........

Pyrrha:This isn’t the real scene by the way.

Jaune:I was about to say! Like, what the hell is happening!? I read the script and missed this part!

Pyrrha:Hahahaha! Good improvising. *claps* way to roll with the nonsense. I can’t believe you said no though! That’s how you get haunted.

Jaune:*laughing* I thought I was! Ghost Pyrrha walking with flowers saying “oh you know her?” I thought I did until you showed up!

Ren:We just shoot random scenes of you talking to Pyrrha and never address it. Jaune is just crazy now.

Pyrrha:I’m down for that!

Director:No! Well....no! Stop trying to get more lines!

Pyrrha:Awww.

xxxxxx

Ozpin:You know originally I brought my kid here so we can bond and he was like “awesome!”

Cameraman pans over to Oscar and Penny sitting on a bench eating together, laughing.

Ozpin:*smirking* I was played, but I respect it.

xxxxxx

[Volume 6]

Jaune:*walks up to Ruby* Promise that you’ll meet us there.

Ruby:I promise. *smiles*

..... *both lean in*

Ruby:......*kisses him*

Everyone:!?!?

Nora:Woah! Cut!

Ruby:Huh? What’s up?

Nora:There’s no kiss!

Ruby:Really? Feels like a kiss should be here. Huh, my bad. Thought it was written in.

xxxxxx

Ruby:*posed up in chair* They had to cut out me kissing Jaune. That’s fine, still kissed him.

xxxxxx

Nora:All I’m saying is maybe I should get a kiss with him.

Director:Nora, just ask him out on your own time.

Nora:Pffft what? Me, into Jaune? No..... I just think it would make good narrative sense.

Director:How!?

Nora:......*walks away* It just would!

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[jojothembo]

KINKTOBER Day 5 Lips like sugar Reiner x Fem!reader: lactation kink

hope yall like titty milk

The ache in your chest was ungodly at this point, your baby had slowly but surely weaning off your milk which left you more than uncomfortable, not like you were doing it alone however, Reiner really was a godsend in times like this.

He could always tell when the stress on your body was too much, not to mention how much he’s noticed the plush on your hips and your tits growing heavier by the day, he almost felt ashamed of himself for what I wanted to do with you, he wanted to feel the milk slip past his tongue as your grind on top of him, he wasn’t to see your tits squeeze out but of course, he didn’t want to make your uncomfortable with his request, he wanted you more than anything those soft, maternal moments, watching you around the house with hawk eyes: not that you hadn’t noticed, who knows maybe you would take him up on that offer.

The day came to a close as you huddled up into bed waiting for Reiner to join you. You could feel his presence as you lay on your side, gently massaging your chest, he spotted your movements as he walked over to the bed.

“These things are killing me.” You turned over to his face painted with a slight pink blush as he stared down your tank top, particularly fixated on the strap falling off your shoulder ever so slightly. You picked up at his slight discomfort, you heard loud and clear the words that fell silent from his parted lips

“Did you want to help me?

“Well….in a way.” He choked at your forward Attitude, feeling his cock twitch in his flannel pants at the thought, was he really that obvious?

You motion for him to join you on the bed “ I think we should be good for a couple of hours.” Reiner wastes no time climbing on top of you, pressing into the mattress. “are you sure about this?”

You stared up at him with glassy eyes nodding your head as your eyes began to become heavy and lidded, feeling his strong hands work up your top.

His lips made a b-line to your neck sucking in the flesh in your collar bones he worked his watt down your neck, starting to toy with your breasts through your shirt

“ I’ve been Mmh, watching you in those little shorts”

Your skin started to heat up at his words, feeling him work your swollen breasts until you started leaking small beads of milk, wetting your top slightly, his eyes blown at the sight you writhing beneath him, grinding down onto his knee that pressed between your legs, you wanted nothing more than for him to take you right there, to know that the man you loved found your completely intoxicating.

“Please, take off that shirt and get on top of me.”

You wasted no time fling your top off as you moved both your bodies to his side of the bed but you had to move Quickly, who knew when the baby would wake up next, you pressed yourself into his hardened cock moving against him as his hand traveled down towards your cunt, eyes locked on your tits as started to move them in his hands. Felling the milk drip down his hands before his mouth placed purchase on your nipple, your head tools back in a wave of pleasure as he worked you up and down, grinding into him

“You look so beautiful, so perfect honey.” He began to whisper into your skin “Mmh, thank you, baby.” He removed his hand from your shorts as you slid them off, lifting yourself for a second to pull down his pants freeing his cock. You rocked your pussy against his cock as he continued sucking on your tit like a starved man, soft, hushed moans bounce from the headboard to the walls as he slowly slides into you

“Ah, g-god Reiner.” He gentle grazes his teeth along your nipple before peaking up

“Too much?”

His voice was tender and soft as he slowly started to move you up and down his cock as milk started to trickle down your abdomen in gentle streams as you rocked against his cock, Riener moved his hands to take purchase on your hips, keeping your swollen breast in his mouth as he started to pound up into you, keeping your thighs in place as your to ride him, fervid hunger takes over his body as he drives his cock deeper in your core as he starts moving his hand down to your clit. You tried your best to muffle your moans the closer he got, you could feel the veins of his cock drag along your walls, feeling the tug of his lips and teeth as he chokes more milk into his mouth, a particularly hard slam of his hips caused your cunt to throb and tense around his cock as you felt yourself unravel and drip around him, his pace quicken up to a punishing pace slamming you down as you felt yourself gush around his cock.

“A squirter huh? And I’m just finding out now.?” he slurs onto your breast starting to litter them in small purple and red marks “you like this don’t you, you like when I milk your tits while bounce you on my cock angel?” you blushed at his words as you felt yourself give out on top of him, riding out you orgasm as he chased his own.

“Riener please, c-cum in me please daddy.” that word, daddy sent him over the edge indefinitely, he spilled cum inside you in your battered, puffy cunt, spilling icing thick ropes inside you until they came seeping down the base of his cock.

“Th-thank you angel.”

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like i said titty milk, it's what's for din din

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