#naive kink

[promiscuouscutie]

All Yours pt. 1

Ethan Landry x fem. Reader, reader is a little naive and Ethan’s obsessed, eventual smut

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 , Part 7, Part 8

Word count: 1979

Warnings for this part: uhhh drinking under 21, murder, mentions of vomit

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

You look at yourself in the mirror in disgust. You were dripping in beer liquid, courtesy to a sorority blonde devil named Michelle. Ironically, Michelle was dressed as an angel. It was meant to represent her ‘angelic personality.’ At least that’s what she put on her instagram caption for her costume reveal post. She hated you, but you never knew why. Did she have an actual reason, or did she just want to put others down? You just wanted her to stop talking to you. You wanted her to stop trying to spread rumors about you, when she didn’t even know what she was talking about. You wanted her to stop sending you threats on social media. She never bothered making anonymous accounts. She didn’t care if you knew it was her. She thought she walked on water, that she could do no wrong.

“Angelic personality. What a joke,” You said to yourself. You dig through your purse and pull out tissues, trying to wipe some of liquid off of your skin. You sniffed your dress and gagged; you stunk of cheap beer.

Ding! You pull out your phone and read the contact name: Cason. You pressed on the notification and read the message:

I’m here, at the party. Can we talk, bunny? I really owe you an explanation.

You chewed the inside of your cheek. Bunny, his nickname for you. The way he said it would make you smile, but not this time. The pet name barely made you react. Some part of you felt happy to get a text from him. He hadn’t texted you in weeks. He hadn’t spoken to you in person. Every time you tried to talk to him, he’d walk the other way.

Most of all, you felt awful. He used to flirt with you, just simple teasing and compliments during your tutor sessions. You didn’t realize his intentions right away. You just thought he was being kind. When he gave you the nickname, you thought it was a sign you were becoming close friends. You were wrong. During one of your tutoring sessions, he kissed you. You were so shocked, but you didn’t kiss him back.

He had a girlfriend. He still does, the girl you hate more than anyone. Michelle, the devil’s wife herself. You pushed him away and ended the tutoring session early.

Despite your hatred for Michelle, you didn’t want to break up a relationship. But why would he make a move? You didn’t understand that part, but maybe he’d explain himself. Maybe he could explain why Michelle spread the rumor that you made the move on him, knowing that he had a girlfriend. The rumor made traction around campus, making you lose some customers for your job. People saw you as a home wrecker, a horrible girl.

You sniffled. God, don’t start crying. It’s going to be okay. Just hear him out. You took a deep breath and reply to his message:

Should we find somewhere private to talk? Maybe you could take me on a walk or something? -you

He read it immediately.

Let’s talk in an hour. Michelle’s slobbering all over me rn. -Cason

This was fine. You were going to be fine. He’d explain himself, clear everything up. He could apologize for the kiss and even try to debunk the rumor his girlfriend started. But why didn’t he in the first place? A good question, one you couldn’t answer yourself. Only Cason could, and he would. You were positive he had a good reason for it. You just couldn’t figure out what it could be.

You still smelled like beer. But who doesn’t at this party? There’s a mix of alcohol and weed in the air that’s traveled to the first and second floor of this frat house. You adjusted your sparkly, lavender wings to make them less crooked. The purple glitter on your eyes still stayed perfect, which you were relieved about.

It took forever to put it on. Your roommate Anika had to assist you with it, but she didn’t complain. She was obsessed with your costume. She thought you made the perfect fairy! Your dress was a royal purple and made of silk. It had lace on the chest, giving it a lingerie look. You had a flower crown on earlier, but it found itself on Mindy’s head halfway through the party. You didn’t mind of course; Mindy looks great with it on.

There was a knock at the door. “Yo hurry up in there!”

“Coming!” You shouted. You grabbed your purse and threw away your garbage quickly before the stranger let out another complaint. You opened the door and rushed past the random guy. You looked around the room, trying to find a familiar face in the crowd. You spot a shirtless cowboy: Chad Meeks-Martin, the frat boy and self-acclaimed feminist. He spots you from a distance and waves. “Y/N! Come have a drink!” He called out. You walk over to him and catch the beers can he throws at you. As you opened it, you spot a familiar face.

“Hey Ethan! I didn’t know you were coming,” you smiled sweetly. He smiled back at you, right before glancing at the floor awkwardly.

“It was a last minute decision,” Chad explains. He puts his arm around Ethan, pulling him close. “I managed to convince him to come hang out,” Chad added with a joking tone. Ethan rolled his eyes at his friend’s words.

“You make me sound like a hermit,” Ethan comments.

“That’s cause you are, my boy. You’re a hermit crab.”

“Don’t tease the guy! He’s just trying to have a good time,” you lightly pushed Chad’s shoulder. You took a big sip from your beer and looked around the room again. Ethan’s eyes moved down your body, fully focusing on your costume. He took notice to the fishnet stockings on your legs. He liked them. He liked them a lot. Your eyes landed on Ethan’s face, making him avoid eye contact. You caught him staring at you. You thought it was a little cute, but probably just a coincidence. After all, how could sweet, quiet, adorable Ethan look at you like that?

You felt a a shoulder hit yours hard. You watch Michelle walk past you, snickering to her friends. She had two drinks in hand, and her angel wings were practically almost falling off her body. You winced as your rubbed your shoulder as Ethan and Chad watched the blonde walk up the stairs.

“What a bitch,” Chad says bluntly.

“Yeah. Major bitch,” Ethan agrees. You were a little surprised by Ethan. You never heard him say something like that before, and his face! He was practically glaring at her as she disappeared. If looks could kill, Michelle would be dead by now. You awkwardly laugh it off, trying to move on. You reach into your purse and pull out your phone.

I ran into Michelle. I take it she’s done slobbering all over you? -you

He didn’t answer right away. It took him maybe five or six minutes to reply:

She didn’t give you any problems, did she?-Cason

Nothing too horrible. Can we talk now?-you

You watched the thinking bubble appear quickly, making you smile.

Give me a few more minutes, bunny. I’ll come find you when I’m done, okay?-Cason

You sighed in disappointment. You felt guilty for being impatient. He’s trying to have fun, just like you! You shove your phone back into your pocket and brushed your dress down.

“Let’s just keep the drinks coming, huh Chad?” You shake your beer can. Chad points at your face, grinning. “I like the way you’re thinking tonight, Y/N.” You both laugh as you chug your drinks, Ethan drinking his silently.

He watched you take drink after drink. After two more beer cans, you were cut off. Chad banned you from the fridges and coolers, but you managed to find one laying around. You just wanted to make your brain become sludge tonight. You wanted to forget your problems for just a few more hours. Fortunately for you, it was working. You found yourself wandering up the stairs, trying not step in vomit. You gag at the sight, trying to hold back any possible bile from your throat. When you made it to the top, you said “yes!” under your breath. That was your greatest accomplishment for the night.

You walk past rooms, trying to find an empty room to lock yourself in and close your eyes. You thought you found one, not seeing anyone on the bed. The music was so loud. The song Heartbeat by Childish Gambino started to play, and you dramatically sighed. “I love this song!” You grin. You shut the door behind you and throw yourself on the bed. How many hours had it been since you showed up to the party? Two? Three? Four? One? You couldn’t quite focus with the music playing in the background. You could practically feel the music’s beat inside your chest, matching your own heartbeat. You heard thumps near you, thinking it was just from the music. But you were wrong. You look to your left, seeing a tall, cloaked figure. You recognized the look immediately.

“Really? Another Ghostface? I’ve seen like two of you at this party already!” You sit up and stare up at the masked stranger. They tilt their head, staring at you. You notice the red knife in their hand and try to grab it. They move it away from you immediately, making you whine.

“Let me see it! Can’t I hold it? Just once?” You bat your eyelashes at them. To your surprise, it worked. They wiped the red liquid on their sleeve and handed the knife to you.

They still hadn’t said a single word to you. They just watched you grip the handle, swinging it around like it was a toy. You thought it was, at least. You tried to stand up, but you wobbled. The Ghostface grabbed your arms and helped you stand up straight. You looked up at the masked stranger and smiled. “Thank you, sweet thing!” Your feet feel stuck to the wooden floor, as if they were superglued down. Their grip on your arms felt stronger than before. “Can you..can you let me go please? I need to pee,” You squeak out. One of their hands lifts up and cups your face. The leather glove felt strange against your skin. You felt a fluttery feeling inside your stomach. It was a new feeling. They tuck some of your hair behind your ear, revealing one of your collarbones that hid underneath.

“Use the one downstairs. The one up here is broken,” the Ghostface spoke with a strange voice. Did they have a voice modulator? That’s pretty cool. You nodded along, as if stuck in a trance. They loosened their grip on you, finally letting you go. You reach for your purse on the bed, bending over. You felt the cold air on your upper thighs and ass as your short dress lifted up. You didn’t even think about how you could’ve been flashing this stranger. You didn’t actually think you were, but you were. They stared at the exposed skin they could see until you stood up straight again.

You turned back around to face the Ghostface. “Don’t be a lady killer, Mr. Ghostface.” You blew a kiss at them and walked out of the room, trying not to wobble or stumble again.

If you had gone into the upstairs bathroom, you would’ve found a very dead Michelle laying in the tub with her throat slit. But you didn’t. You believed the Ghostface, naively and foolishly.

Who knew how much of a problem this would be in the future?

Not you, but Ghostface would. Ethan would.

#ethan landry #scream vi #ethan landry x reader #female reader #18+ content #eventual smut #young and naive #ethan landry imagine #obsessive love #tw murder #mask kink #ghostface #corruption kink #manipulation #ethan landry smut

[archesnalleyways]

Doctor!Coriolanus Snow x Naive!Reader

power imbalance, dubcon, corruption kink

dead dove do not eat

You’d go in for a full checkup, trying to stay ahead of your health. He checked your blood pressure, reflexes, listening to your breathing.

Doctor Snow has a habit of wanting to work in a cold room, and that’s made very evident from the way your nipples are straining against the thin fabric of your dress, creating two pebbles which made eye contact near impossible for him.

And you’d been so quick to follow his every task, looking up with expectant, nervous eyes. Lifting your arms with barely any prompt, twisting your torso for him to roam his stethoscope over your body. And something dark is starting to tug inside of him, something unstoppable.

“You seem nervous, miss” he starts with a voice full of fake concern, “is there any reason for this?”

Your face flushes and you twist your fingers in your lap.

“Oh.. well, um, it’s just my first, real doctors appointment” you mumble.

First. First. The word rings in Coriolanus’ mind. First means clean, first means uncorrupted. He wants to change that.

“I understand your nerves, miss, but there’s no need for them” he answers with a sweet smile, but he can’t hide the sinister glint in his eyes.

He goes over to his desk, ‘checking’ what else there’s left for him to check.

“Next thing I need to check for is for breast cancer” he states in a professional voice, walking back to the examining table where you’re sitting. “So I need you to lay down and, if you’re comfortable, the exam is best done on bare skin.”

Your eyes shoot up at his face but you’re met with a calm, almost knowing, look. In practically a trance your hands move up to unbutton the three buttons over the bust of your dress before pulling the fabric down to reveal your breasts to him.

It takes everything in Snow to not groan, to not ravage you on sight. But he knows that this is a delicate situation and too much desperation from his side will push it to break. So he just motions for you to lay down, which you do, and he places his hands on of your boobs.

“What I’m doing is checking for lumps” he explains in an attempt to prolong the façade that this is completely routine, “just say the word if I’m pushing too hard.”

His fingers start to move over you, digging into the fat of your breast. To his credit he does do a check for breast cancer. And he makes sure to check both of them very thoroughly. But then he can’t help himself from just touching you.

Roaming his hands over your tits, moving them together and then apart. He moves the tips of his fingers to your nipple, moving in tight soft circles.

And you let out a small, small gasp. It’s embarrassing, a professional just doing his work and you’re about to moan. But the pleasure was so overwhelming, so unexpected.

“There’s a lot of nerves in nipples” Dr Snow starts to explain, focusing on keeping his breathing controlled, “it’s important to check to see if there’s proper blood flow.”

He moves his hands so his knuckles are supporting your tits, either thumb on either nipple as he continues playing with them.

Your lips part and there’s a very faint line from your furrowed brows, but it feels so good that it’s hard for you to stop yourself from moaning.

And the sight is making something else hard, Snows eyes flicking between your boobs in his hands to your face mixed between embarrassment and pleasure. He can’t stop his fingers from giving your nipples a slight pinch and tug before moving away from you.

“Now I only have to give you a gynecological check..” he tries to say authoritatively, and turns around to grab gloves, “may I remove your underwear?”

And you’re in such a haze, brain already slightly fried from his fingers, so you just let your head fall in a nod.

He backs his chair down so he’s sitting by your legs, hands moving up your dress to pull down your pretty panties decorated with flowers. He folds the skirt of your dress over to get a better display of you. He feels his cock twitch obnoxiously in his pants at the sight of wetness that’s already pooling in your slit.

The doctor’s hands spreads you apart, forcing down the groan moving its way up his throat, and moves the tip of his middle finger to your hole. He pushes in gently, your self-made lubrication making it almost too easy, and he hears your breath hitch.

And you’re so tight, almost too tight, around just one of his fingers and it’s making his head spin. It also fills with dirty fantasies and the sight of it disappearing into your heat is not helping. After a few pumps he moves to add a second finger, and it’s a little stretch but you take it so well.

He moves his other hand so his thumb can move over your clit, and your teeth push into your bottom lip to stop every moan threatening to spill out.

“This is another very important nerve” he mutters, putting some extra pressure on your clit to clarify what he means.

His eyes move from your pretty pussy to your face, contorted in pleasure and obviously keeping your sounds in.

“It is very normal, and encouraged, to feel pleasure from this exam, miss” Snow explains, like this is protocol, “it is completely fine to.. emit sounds.”

With the blood for his brain drained to his cock he has a hard time keeping up with professional jargon. Even so his words of calming makes you release your lip from your teeth, letting your mouth hang open at first. But then his fingers graze your g-spot and the moan just falls out.

“To.. um, to make sure everything is working properly I need to bring you to orgasm.”

Coriolanus knows he’s pushing it, but your own words are still ringing in his head. It’s your first, how are you supposed to know this isn’t how doctors treat their patients. Plus after hearing your cunt squelch around his fingers he can’t possibly stop now.

So he’s pushing his fingers into you faster, curling them when they’re in the deepest parts of you, his other hand is working idly against your clit.

Your mouth is now, almost, shamelessly emitting all those sounds you swallowed earlier. He looks up at you with dark eyes, seeing how in your haze of pleasure you had not yet buttoned up your dress again, your tits still on display for him.

He feels you start to clench around his fingers after switching from circles over your clit to moving them back and forth, “yeah? That feel good?” He mutters, desperately wanting to feel you clench like that around his cock.

You feel your stomach starts to twist, legs tensed to the point of shaking and your eyes squeezed closed.

“You’re gonna cum, huh?” Snow taunts, moving his fingers impossibly faster.

And a moment later you’re stunned by white hot pleasure, gushing around his fingers. Every sound is muffled like your ears are stuffed with cotton, you can’t even register the words Doctor Snow are saying as he throws away his gloves before helping you button up your dress. He offers his hand to you and passes you your bag, bidding you adieu.

You’re so out of it that you don’t realize that you’re not wearing your panties as you walk out of his office, unaware that they were placed in Doctor Coriolanus Snows back pocket.

#coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus x you #corio snow #coryo snow #coryo x reader #coryo smut #coryo snow smut #coriolanus snow blurb #corruption kink #doctor kink #naive girl

[milliondollarwomen]

Well Hello

tom blyth x fem reader

word count 1.9k

mature content 18+

https://www.tumblr.com/daemonslover/740468521162653696/well-hello-part-2?source=share

Part 2 ^^^^^

overview: you meet him and the bar and he has to claim you.

hey y’all this is my first time writing like this! so please let me know if you guys liked it.

As you entered the bar, you could hear people talking and drinks clinking. A captivating figure was leaning casually on the counter. His commanding British accent drew you in right away. You decide to head over his way to see if he will notice you and as you stand next him waiting for the bartender he looks at you. "Well, hello," this mysterious man greets me. His smile is charming without being overly cheesy and he possesses dark curly hair that isn't too curly, along with the most stunning blue eyes you've ever laid eyes on. He was probably wondering why I did not react after I stared at him for a while.

"Hi" you responded not knowing what to do or how to act and all he did was say hello but already you felt anxious. "Are you from around here, love?" The way it slipped from his lips, love, was enough to make you melt. "No, I just moved here for graduate school. I'm going to NYU, and you?" When you told him you were a graduate student, he tilted his head slightly, which made you wonder what it was about that interested him; however, you refrained from making too much of it. "Ah well, congratulations, but yes, I am, and I've been here for quite some time,"

you were intrigued and wanted to learn more about him. As he spoke, he sipped from his cup; you couldn't help but notice the way he held it, how it landed on his lips, and how his Adam's apple bobbled as he swallowed. It was enough to make your mouth water. It was puzzling to you how a guy you had only known for five minutes could evoke such strong emotions in you. "so, what do you do for work or are you in school as well?"

With a look of surprise on his face, he shifted his gaze towards you. "I do a lot of things, none of which concern you, dove, but I would love to buy you a drink. So tell me all about yourself." you can't say that you blame him for avoiding the subject; after all, you are just an odd woman who wants to know where he works or if he's in school. In the course of your conversation, you told him that your undergraduate major was sociology, that you were lonely here, and that you had hoped to make some new friends if you ventured out more. After blabbing your mouth for the next 30 minutes, you realized how open you were to this man you had never met. He may be a murderer for all you know. His eyes pierced through you as you pondered why you told him these things about yourself, and then he assertively said, "Tell me what you're thinking about." It jolted you out of your nervous thoughts, "I just told you about myself and I have no idea who you are."

Unexpectedly, he grinned at you. To him, it seemed like you were exactly where he wanted you to be. Before you stepped next to him, Tom spotted you—even though he hadn't planned on meeting a woman tonight. He could tell you were a newcomer to the city. Your awkwardness when approaching the bartender for a drink and your rushed search for someone to talk to was clearly noticeable. He could see right through you. He took pleasure in the idea of dominating others, particularly those who sought out his presence and placed their trust in him. Claiming that you were lonely and in need of someone sparked his interest in you.

He grasped your fingers, entwined them, and rubbed circles around your thumb. "my love, let me apologize for my rudeness earlier I just don't open up to many people but you have made me feel comfortable." This made you feel relieved. "I'm a teacher, but I grew up in Birmingham, I moved here a couple years ago for the job and have loved it ever since" He realized he needed to exhibit his softer side to entice you back, and that is exactly what he did. The way your eyes softened when he discussed relocating here and teaching made him want to do unexplainable things to you. This was so easy for him all he had to do was throw the word love or dove around and you would cave.

After that, you gradually picked up on his flirting, massaging your thumb, and calling you pet names. With the courage of alcohol, you thought you could seize this opportunity. You move forward and whisper in his ear, "Well I think teachers are sexy," and you can see his jaw clench as he realizes how forward you are being with him. He glanced at you with passion before grabbing your waist. You were so close you feared you'd be unable to breathe. "Don't start something you can't finish," his aggressiveness made you weak in the knees. You began to feel the warmth rise between your legs. All it took was you to look at him like you were begging for him to be inside you. he grabbed your arm and lead you out of the bar. "you're coming home with me" this instantly made you regret your decision, you'd thought it be fun to tease him but you didn't think he would take you home.

Before he called a taxi, you looked at him with nervous eyes, "Honestly I should get going, I just moved in and need to get settled I-" before you could finish your sentence, he pulled you to the side and leaned into you, "Oh dove, you can't tease me in there and expect to get away with it" he lightly grabbed your throat and ran his hand up to rub his thumb across your mouth, "You're going to be a good girl okay?" This made you think this man is bad news, but his dominance over you gave you chills. "okay I'm sorry" was all you could manage out of your mouth.

When we arrived at his place, all you could see was how immaculate and tidy it was. Coming from college, most boys/men's homes are awful. After scanning the room, he observed how interested you were. Simply adoring you. You look over at him as he sits on the couch, straight passion in his eyes. This made you want to puke since you knew what he wanted. "Come here" he said, making your stomach drop. you cautiously approach him, and he places his hands on your shoulders and forces you to your knees. "Now I just met you and I understand you may not know how things work but teasing me and then trying to back out isn't going to work dove" As he reprimands you, he effortlessly puts his thumb into your mouth. He moves it around, gets wet, and rubs it against your lips. Your eyes were wide and large, ready for his next move. This makes your panties soaked for him.

He keeps a close eye on me, knowing that you have no idea what his next move will be. With that, he unbuckles his pants and removes his boxers, revealing that he is very well endowed. His cock is extremely hard for you. You observe how the veins transport so much blood to the tip. It's crimson with precum. "Now be a good girl and suck my cock," he demands. You shove him into your mouth and beginning to bob your head back and forth. He immediately begins to grunt as he watches you suck him off. "Fuck, you're being so good for me," he says. It makes your pussy ache for him. Looking up at him and seeing him appreciate your lips around him only makes you desire him more.

You get bored of giving him head, which makes him angry. He grabs the back of your head and fucks your mouth till you are unable to breathe. After he is pleased, he pulls you up and clutches your neck, "You will stop when I tell you to stop." This instills terror in your eyes, which turns him on and uses to fuel himself. He pushes you onto the couch and begins pulling your clothes off left and right. He hovers over you while you lay there naked and exposed. "Please touch me" you implore. "Please what?" he taunts you, as if your pussy isn't throbbing to be touched. "Please, sir, please touch me" and he begins to rub circles on your pussy, causing you to jerk and squirm. He enjoys witnessing how easy it is to fulfill you.

"Oh fuck, don't stop," you moan, and he promptly stops. "You don't tell me what to do, I've been too passive with you; you need to learn a lesson," he says as he flips you over and shoves his cock inside you. His size made you shout out, unable to adjust. After a few strokes, pleasure begins to surge in your stomach. "Sir, you feel so good." Those words caused him to slam into your tight pussy even harder. "You're such a good girl, taking all of me in your tight pussy." Hearing him speak to you in such a humiliating manner turned you on. His cock began to twitch inside you, eventually spilling all of his seed. He pulled out and watched you collapse on the couch, watching all of his sperm run out of your pussy.

"you are mine now"

Two weeks later

It had been two weeks since you last saw the man you met at the bar, and you still hadn't gotten his name. You awoke this morning ready to begin the day because it was your first day of graduate school. You were worried but eager to begin courses. You'd gotten up, showered, blow-dried, and styled your hair. You wanted to make a good first impression because you did not know anyone yet. You put on light makeup and got dressed.

Fortunately, when shopping for apartments, you discovered one close to campus, so you could walk to your first class. Today, you had your first class at 9:00 a.m. Walking through New York, you simply absorbed everything in, watching people and soaking up your surroundings. You had a feeling this was the right place to be, and you were excited for the journey to begin. When you arrived on campus, you entered the building and found your classroom. You arrived a little early, so you decided to walk in and take a seat. There were a few students already in the room.

The girl sitting next to you looked over and smiled, "Hi, my name is Emily," which let you relax even more. "Hi, my name is y/n." With that, we began talking about where we were from and what other classes we were attending. The class became larger, and it was finally time to begin. The professor strolled in and said the normal hey, my name is yada yada. After reviewing the curriculum and taking notes, a man walks in. "I'm sorry for being late, professor; it won't happen again." Before lifting your head, you knew that British voice. It made you shiver in your chair. "Sorry for the interruption, class. This is Tom Blyth; he's been working for me for two years and will be assisting this semester." You cautiously raise your head, hoping it's not who you think it is. And there's the man you met in the bar, smirking at you.

#tom blyth #coriolanus x reader #tbosbas #yn #billy the kid #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x you #corio snow #coryo snow #coryo x reader #coryo smut #coryo snow smut #coriolanus snow blurb #corruption kink #doctor kink #naive girl

[ohbo-ohno]

there’s been a big hullabaloo on codtwt about writing trans men & feminization/detrans kink and whenever this happens it’s always like. you’re just now noticing that people do this?

like i’ve been seeing noncon feminization fics with trans johnny before i was even really in the cod fanbase, there’s no way THIS many people are sooooo upset and also discovering it for the first time

#naive idiots discover problematic kinks: more at 12

[pookiesdairy]

GenV: Marie Moreau x Jordan Li

Part 1

Summary : The class schedules are out and Marie finds out that she’s not enrolled into the crimefighting programme. She goes to the school to find out of if there’s been an error on her timetable. When she reaches the office she comes into contact with Professor Brink’s T.A. Jordan Li.

wordcount: 1.6 k

They/them pronouns used for Jordan Li.

currently unedited...

Author's notes: this is just my interpretation of what went down in the first episode lol. The other parts will drift off from the main plot of the show and will contain lots of smut hehehe. Enjoy xxx

Trigger Warning : 18+ only!, corruption kink, power dynamic, public humiliation, angst, punishment undertones, undertones of smut, intense!Jordan, desperate!Marie.

This Fanfic contains A LOT OF SPOILERS BEWARE

Marie takes a deep breath as she steadies herself before opening the main entrance door to the reception area, where she finds someone hunched over the desk leading to the professor’s office.

The person looks oddly familiar. It’s a woman, dark hair cut short, with a round face, delicate soft features with little to no makeup on. Despite herself, Marie sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of her. She had never seen a more beautiful woman, even with a fuckass bob, an oversized sweater, a pearl chocker necklace, and large, obnoxious golden rings on. She can’t stop staring.

Walking closer to the desk, Marie immediately knew damn well who she was. She knew what they were. Yet it didn’t stop her from confirming. "Jordan, right?" Marie asks in awe and continues nervously, “Jordan Li... First of all, you’re awesome—I mean, WOW! Ranked number two in the whole school... I”.

Jordan bored out of their minds and says, `“Yeah, if you want Professor Brink’s autograph, you gotta buy his book”. They must have felt her eyes on them, but they don’t even bother looking up at her as they continue ruffling through papers on the desk. Jordan’s expression remained indifferent, in stark contrast to Marie’s quiet determination.

Marie, still staring intensely and feeling slightly embarrassed, awkwardly stutters, “Oh. No, that’s not why I’m here. Um Uh. There’s clearly been a mistake. I-I signed up for Brink’s Freshmen Intro to Crimefighting, but it’s not in my schedule”. She had only seen Jordan on TV, and this was the first time seeing them in person, so she felt slightly intimidated.

“What’s your name?” Jordan asks her, slowly turning to the computer. "Moreau...Marie" keys immediately start clacking as Jordan looks her up in the system. “Marie Moreau”.

A little smile forms on Jordan’s lips, and they say aloofly, “Oh, yeah, I see the problem. You were rejected”. Marie can barely focus as she stares at Jordan's juicy, plump lips, but the words seem far away. Her skin felt flush.

“Wh-What? What do you mean? I-I , like, quadruple checked the forms,” Marie says pathetically with a look of disbelief all over her face.

Jordan chuckled, eyeing Marie up and down “Yeah, we just don’t have space for everyone”. Marie tensed at the eye contact, her heart racing.

In that moment, Jordan really looked at her and realised how cute she looked, all flustered and desperate. Her little reactions: her fists balled together, legs fidgeting, nose all scrunched up, lips parted, eyes wide and pleading. They felt an odd little rush of excitement in their chests as Marie continued begging and started walking even closer to the desk. “No, but I have to take... Intro. Everyone who majors in crime fighting takes Intro”.

Jordan might have pitied her if she hadn’t made this harder for herself and too easy for them. Everyone knew to never bother Jordan Li and to never waste their precious time. Marie’s pretty little head hasn’t registered it yet.

“Look, most freshmen show up; they think they’ll major in crimefighting, crush their combat and forensics classes, and score a city contract, but they won’t. I mean, you’re competing with kids who have cleared homicide cases and who have over a million followers”.

Jordan inhales deeply and sighs, “And you..." before looking back at a spreadsheet with all of Marie’s stats.

“You don’t even have an Insta” they chuckle mockingly and go back to typing, shooing her with, "Now, I kind of have to get back to this ”.

The harshness of Jordan’s words hurt but also made Marie's stomach flutter and her thighs squeeze together. With a look of annoyance on her face, she asks, “Can I talk to Professor Brink about this?” Jordan immediately responds with a "no," still typing. They then look up at Marie deadpan and say, “I made the call. I’m his T.A.” before going back to looking at the computer. This didn’t stop Marie from arguing with the devil’s shadow. Her stubbornness had already gotten her this far.

Pausing at their words, Marie’s face hardens. “Hold on. This was your  decision?" . There is growing tension in the air as she leans towards Jordan loudly asks, “Who are you to reject me?”. In that instant, Jordan wanted to bend her over their lap and teach her a lesson.

“His T.A.” Jordan retorts with a sexy but smug smile. Marie felt her cheeks heat up at their facial expression and the heat of her arousal in the pit of her stomach, which only made her feel hotter.

The sound of the professor’s door opening cuts through the tension between the two, and they both turn to look at it just as Professor Brinks walks out with a shotgun pointed directly at Jordan.

"Jordan,” the professor calls out, walking towards them before he proceeds to shoot them in the chest.

Jordan leans back, quickly switches to their masculine side, and gets hit with the bullet. They barely flinch and smirk as they move their now large, veiny hand to grab the bullet shell off their sweater and drop it on the desk.

Marie jumps and exclaims, “What the fuck?" in utter shock and horror.

Marie gasps at the sudden transformation. She didn’t want to, but she couldn’t stop herself from noticing Jordan’s hair is even shorter and slicked back, his jaw sharper, his eyebrows thicker, his shoulders broader, and his chest filling out the previously baggier sweatshirt. With a very obvious tent poking his pants. No doubt, Jordan made a very handsome man. Their handsome face was making Marie even more flustered.

Brink laughs heartily: “Goddamn, that’s the fastest draw I’ve ever seen”. Jordan, smirking mischievously, dusts himself off before pointing to the hole in his sweater and saying, “Uh, you're going to need to buy me a new shirt, Professor”. Brink chuckles, "Oh, hey, sorry, champ,” and looks at Jordan he's shadow adoringly before he pulls a white handkerchief from his pocket and begins to wipe his shotgun.

Jordan, in turn, nonchalantly picks up a diary from their desk and starts reading out the professor's schedule. “Good morning, America wants to interview you about ‘how Brink’s technique with super kids can help you with your kid's.".

The professor says, bored “Tell them to read my book”. Marie forced her eyes away from Jordan and quickly said, “I’ve read your book,” staring desperately at the professor. The professor finally looks up from his gun and acknowledges Marie. She continues, “I’ve read all of your books." Jordan rolls their eyes, interrupts her, and says “I’ve already handled this, sir”.

Marie says, “Sir She...” and Jordan sharply looks at Marie, and she looks back and quickly changes her words, “I mean, he... they..." before turning to the professor and finishing, “Rejected me into your intro class. But they’re dead wrong. They don’t know meee”. Marie couldn’t help but let out the whine working its way into her voice, despite her best efforts to hide her simmering anxiety and arousal.

“That so?” The professor replies before shooting Jordan a knowing look of amusement and entertaining her little rant.

He slowly begins to angle his body towards his office as Marie says, “It’s not about the talent; it’s about the drive. Right?” nodding her head in desperation, hoping and longing to hear her childhood hero confirm what she believes to be true. And he nods back, and a glimmer of hope and determination enters her eyes as she says something ragged and desperate. “And that’s me. I could go all the way. I just... I just need a chance ”.

He looks at her with pity, softly pats her head, and says, “Performing Arts is a fine programme," before turning full, walking into his office, and closing the door behind him.

Marie turns to Jordan with a look of dejection in her teary eyes, and she finds them with a full-blown smile on their faces, all their front teeth gleaming under the florescent lighting. Jordan can’t help the laughter that escapes them.

“Fuck you, Jordan." Marie chokes out as Jordan winks at her "Gladly Sweetheart” and gets back to typing as she angrily flips them the bird and stomps out of the office humiliated.

Jordan feels an even larger tingle in their chest and an unfamiliar knot twisted in their neither region. And they assume it’s coming from the adrenaline from getting shot by his mentor. But Jordan has been rock hard for the past 30 minutes.

Staring down at their crotch, Jordan realises that he might have just found something—no, someone—better than the drugs and school ranking—a much more rewarding conquest. How beautiful… How foolish of Marie to almost make an enemy out of the future number one of the school!

Jordan wanted to make her beg. They had to make Marie theirs. They needed to corrupt Marie’s pretty little head and make her know her place. With her kneeling and her chatty mouth snug on their cock and clit.

Jordan knew just who to call to help them with this particular dilemma. They would call Cate. Cate Dunlap.

#gen v amazon #gen v spoilers #genvedit #jordanmarie #jordan x marie #limoreau #gen v prime #naive girl #smut #corruption kink #enemies to lovers #angst #power dynamics #student x teacher #kinktober #genv fanfic #jaz sinclair #derek luh #london thor #jordan li #marie moreau #bloodgender

[elhopper1sm]

I think about sexually naive/innocent Coriolanus every single day but I couldn’t say it because I thought people would think I’m weird because that’s Coriolanus we’re talking about! But seriously it’s quite literally canon his only experience is with a girl (whom he kissed for a bet), he feels like his nerves are lit by simply kissing LG, and he blushes when LG flirts with him. Sejanus would take so much pride in being most of his Coryo’s firsts for sure.

Thank you. I don't understand why the hell people think Coryo would be some stud or sex wizard. It's probably because Tom Blyth is attractive. But realistically speaking. He comes from a conservative family. He was trying to fit in with an ultra conservative aristocracy. He does not understand sex. Sejanus is number one more comfortable with exploring himself and comes from a more liberal family and is very wealthy. Wealthy people like that fuck around and swing all the time. It's likely Sejanus may have experimented with men before himself. Sejanus being more comfortable with his sexuality especially queer sexuality makes sense. Sejanus being queer also makes sense because he is in opposition to the hegemonic unless conservative aristocracy of Panem(aka compulsory heterosexuality). Sejanus is in a way the part of Coryo that is comfortable with being different aka queer. There's very few people I think Coryo would feel comfortable experimenting with besides Sejanus. Because he knows he can trust him to keep it a secret and not shame him for his innocence. It would be very funny watching Sejanus teach Coryo about this he thought were basic like how to use lubricant or what foreplay is. Or safety during anal penetration. It would take a while for Coryo to get comfortable with that. And Sejanus would have all the time in the world for that. There's something fun about Coryo's innocence to him. There's a piece of possessiveness in him. That knows he has been the first to cross this milestone. And how embarrassed Coryo feels having to learn from someone who has long believed to be beneath him but relying on him for basic pleasure. Sejanus is a slow and steady kinda guy while Coryo is an in and out but that was before he understood sex can be fun and not just a sad fact of Human life. Sorry this was a long response but yeah Coryo is definitely the innocent type. People only see him as some stud because he's played Tom Blyth but Coryo I think borders on sex repulsed many days.

#tbosas #the ballag of songbirds and snakes #thg series #thg #bisexual coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x sejanus plinth #coriolanus snow #gay sejanus plinth #sejanus plinth #innocent coriolanus snow #naive coriolanus snow #corruption kink #sejanus plinth certified bussy destroyer #internalized homophobia #coriolanus snow has internalized homophobia #innocence kink #snowjanus #snowplinth #bottom Coriolanus Snow #service top sejanus plinth #top Sejanus Plinth

[snickerdoodlles]

things i would change in lita if i were in charge:

put Rain in a dorm room instead of living at home

a large part of why Phayu/Rain doesn't work for me is because we don't get to see Rain develop on his own...ever, really. he's in college, but he's living at home, living off his parents' money, still updating his mom on his where abouts like he's in high school. he goes from being closely entwined with/dependent on them to being highly dependent on Phayu. Phayu/Rain didn't come off as "Rain's making stupid and risky decisions but that's part of growing up," which i would've enjoyed, it comes off as ".....no, seriously Rain, can you make this decision?"

moving Rain into a dorm would've given him some much needed independence. even if though he would've still been reliant on his parents financially, there's still the growth that comes from being away from your parents' daily influence, managing your own space, managing your own personal well-being, etc. that would've been Rain's starting point for independent growth. vs canon, where Rain's start in independent growth was an intensely sexual relationship with a highly independent guy (nooot really anything i'm comfortable with myself). Rain can enjoy being coddled/spoiled/etc (which i like! good for him!), but the writers never gave him a chance to figure out who he was on his own, so the relationship as is doesn't land for me :/

more Phayu interacting with the garage family

i really like the glimpses of Phayu's character that we get. he has a lot of contradictions that look like so much fun to explore, but his characterization often gets shuffled to the side in favor of kink. the most interesting Phayu scenes are always the ones where it's not just him and Rain which......really sucks. the Prapai/Sky sex scenes reveal a lot about them as individual characters as well as how they interact with each other. Phayu/Rain sex scenes kinda touch on how they act together, but the main thing they do is tell me more than i want to know about the writers' personal kinks. hell, most of what Rain learns about Phayu as a person is discovered through other people--which is really annoying! i want to be learning more about this guy through his interactions with Rain, not primarily the gossip other people tell Rain. that doesn't happen until like, ep6-7, which is the literal end of their personal arc and mostly spent away from each other. sighs.

more Saifah

quality character, highly underutilized. i love his eyerolls, but the writers never really did much with him to bring him past that point :( i can extrapolate a lot, but canon developed Sig in the second half of the show more than they did Saifah for all of it. Saifah is Phayu's literal twin brother and business partner, and some random architect student got more of a character than him. this is not a complaint on Sig, i fucking adore that guy, but it's a bizarre writing choice.

more kidnapping aftermath

seriously. what the fuck. TWO kidnapping scenarios, the entire reason why i watched this show, and you guys couldn't cut out any of the 1905t59488993e repeated scenes to give me more than 2 minutes of kidnapping aftermath? who the fuck even cares about trucks driving on roads

things i would not change in lita if i were in charge:

Chai showing up to rescue Phayu and Rain wearing a zebra print shirt. sensational. 10/10, no notes

#love in the air #didn't mean for this to be so heavy on phayu/rain but there's not really anything i'd change about prapai/sky #their arc has settled in my brain and rattled me to my bones #the only thing i'm >:( on is the lack of kidnapping aftermath #and the way the mafia was utilized but thats what crossovers are for #but phayu/rain........sighs #the writers clearly have a big/little kink #not my kink but cool for them #but college graduate / college freshman isn't a huge age/experience difference #so they massively exaggerated it by making Rain as literal childish* as they could while making Phayu over competent** #by not developing the first part of Phayu/Rain properly the second half doesn't land #*childish as in still dependent on parents/still living at home/still hugely naive like a child with little *chance* for independent growth #**except in rescuing boyfriends from kidnapping. i have no complaints its fucking great i wouldnt change a single thing #the other odd thing about the Phayu/Rain big/little kink is that it clashes badly with the fantastic point they made with Sky's arc #and how his age+gen isolation+lack of grown experiences #left him extremely vulnerable to Gun's manipulations and grooming #SIGHS

[swirlingiris]

Do you prefer permanent IQ drop/dumbification or the temporary, only during play kind?

id say temporary tbh!!

i take a lot of pride in my intelligence and though being dumb n empty is easy and blissful, being like that all the time would would def fuck with things i can’t afford to fuck with

also i already do a whole lot of talking talking talking and suddenly forgetting everything n doing a whole vocal keyboard smash lololol

#i’m already kind of a ditz actually #a little dumb little naive #queer nsft #trans nsft #overstim nsft #hypno nsft #nsft edging #corruption kink

[promiscuouscutie]

All Yours pt. 3

Ethan Landry x fem. Reader, reader is a little naive and Ethan’s obsessed, eventual smut

Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Word count: 2022

Warnings: mentions of murder, voyeur behavior, stealing underwear, mentions of sex and masturbation

The walk back to your dorm with Ethan was enjoyable. He listened to you ramble about what your favorite color was and why it was your favorite. He listened to you talk about your classes, who your favorite professor was. He listened to you talk about the current book you were reading, whining about how you didn’t want it to end. Ethan knew all about this stuff, but he listened anyway.

He knew what your favorite color was: it was the color of your phone case. He knew all about your classes: he memorized your entire schedule. He couldn’t reveal that to you. He thought you would be creeped out by that, but who wouldn’t? Ethan didn’t have bad intentions, of course. He just wanted to know more about you. He wanted to make sure you were safe.

If someone was hurting you, he’d make them disappear.

He’s already done it before, and he’d do it again. He already had a plan for Cason, but that was a last resort. He wanted to see if he could make you forget all about that frat boy all on his own. He wanted to make you see him the way he sees you. He saw you as this beautiful girl with a big heart. You had this glow about you every time he saw you. He loved your smile, your laugh, and so much more. He couldn’t get enough of you.

That was his problem: he literally couldn’t get enough of you. What started out as a small crush became something much more. He lingered around you, followed you when you didn’t notice. He took pictures of you on his camera that he kept in his room. He hid the photos inside a little album, which he would look at almost every night. If he could find the perfect spot to take photos of you in your dorm, he would’ve found it by now. It drove him insane, the thought of being able to snap photos of you in your room.

Maybe you could be sitting on your bed, looking at something on your phone. Maybe you could reading a book or doing homework. Maybe you could be sleeping with your fairy lights on that you talked about with him. Maybe you could be changing your clothes, or just wearing none. Maybe you could be touching yourself. He looked at you as you continued to talk. Do you do that, sweet thing? Do you touch yourself? I could show you how if you don’t. I bet I could make you feel good.

He shut down that last thought as he dug into your purse and pulled out your dorm key. He was getting cocky. He was thinking all these obscene things about you, yet he’s still a virgin. He’s never been kissed, never been touched in any sexual way. Pathetic. He watches porn, he watches a lot of it. He should’ve noticed how far gone he was when the girls he’d watch looked like you. Whether they were touching themselves or getting fucked, they somehow shared a resemblance with you.

He couldn’t stop himself from picturing you as the one on the screen. He would imagine how your face would look as he held you on his lap, grinding against him. He would try to imagine how you would sound as he kissed your clit, sucking on it. He thought you would sound beautiful. He wanted to know how you’d sound, how you’d look. He was gonna find out. Not tonight, but another time. You were both drunk. He wanted to really appreciate the moment when you were both sober.

Ethan’s thoughts disappear when you both make it to your door. You dig into your purse to look for your key, struggling to remember which pocket it was in. You knew Anika would be gone all night. She told you before you went to the party that she was going to sleep over at her girlfriend’s. Your phone was blowing up, but you ignored it. You would look at the texts in the morning. After all, nothing serious could’ve happened!

Right?

You let out a sigh of relief when you find it, finally being able to unlock the door. Ethan stood behind you the whole time, looking over your shoulder. You could feel his eyes on you when you took his hand and brought him inside your dorm, shutting the door behind him. You lock it up for the night, and then fumble with your shoes.

“I can do it,” Ethan offers. You nod and mumble an “okay” as he bends down to slip your heels off. You flinch at the feeling of his warm hands; they feel nice. You put your hand on your stomach, still feeling queasy. He puts your heels off to the side and stands up tall again, staring at you. “How’s your stomach feeling?” He asks.

You shake your head. “I think I’m gonna throw up.” You immediately rush to the bathroom, leaving Ethan behind. You couldn’t let him see you like this. You couldn’t let anyone see you like this. You felt so embarrassed as you got on your knees and began to throw up. You hated vomit; you hated the feeling of it down your throat. You hated the taste it left behind in your mouth. You could feel your eyes watering as you hurl, not even hearing the door open.

You feel hands pull your hair back, keeping it out of your face. Ethan didn’t say a word to you. He doesn’t acknowledge the tears, or the vomit, or the sounds you were making. He sits behind you silently and patiently. By the time you were done and flushed it away, you couldn’t look at him. You still felt embarrassed, and also confused. Why would he come in? Why would he sit here with me? He helps you up and closes the toilet for you to sit. He finds some wipes and cleans your makeup off for you, the best he can do at least. “Can I bring you some clothes while you brush your teeth?” He offers you as his hands rub your arms. Your stomach flutters again as you stare at him. He was so close to you, waiting patiently for what you might say.

“Yeah. Sure. Okay.” He smiles softly at you as you speak. He leaves the small room to go look for clothes, and you brush your teeth. You’re so focused on getting the bad breath out that you don’t realize you forgot to tell him which clothes were in which drawer. But Ethan doesn’t mind. He doesn’t mind at all. This gives him an opportunity to see your room, to feel the clothes that you’ve worn in his hands.

He’s been in your room before. You invited him and some other friends over for a study night recently, where you kindly cooked them dinner. Ethan didn’t get to snoop around much, but he did come across your room for a second. He remembered exactly where it was. How could he not? The smell of vanilla lured him in immediately.

He finds your dresser and opens it up the drawers, looking for a new outfit for you. He picks out a grey shirt that looks a little too small, knowing it would make your tits look good. He finds some black sweatpants, assuming you would want to feel warm and comfortable. And then there was the drawer full of underwear and bras. Fuck. The sight of them all made his breath hitch. He puts his hand in the drawer and touched every single piece. You had worn all of those things. They were hiding under your clothes. Has anyone seen them? Has anyone taken them off your body? Could I be the first?

He takes a pair of black underwear in one hand, and takes a pair of white in the other. He shoves the white, lacy one in his back pocket. You probably weren’t gonna get that pair back. You probably wouldn’t even notice.

You hear soft knocking on the bathroom door and open it. Ethan passes you the clothes and says “If you need anything else, I’ll be out here.” You say “thank you” before shutting the door, ready to free yourself from the fairy clothing.

You come out of the bathroom when you’re done and walk into your room, finding Ethan looking at the pictures on your desk. They were of you and your family, all smiles and happiness. Ethan envied that. He missed that, actually. He hadn’t felt that sort of way with his family since—

“You have a nice smile.” Your compliment pulls him out of his journey down memory lane. He looks at you with a blushed expression. “Really?”

“Mhm. It’s cute, just like the rest of your face.” You say it so nonchalantly, yet Ethan looks as if he’s about to pass out. You unmake your bed and grab one of the pillows and blankets for him. “Are you alright with sleeping on the floor?”

“I could sleep on the couch if you want some space.” You shake your head. “I’d feel better if you were in here with me.” And I’d feel better if I were inside you right now, but that’s pushing it. Ethan nods and takes off the cardboard pieces of his costume, along with Anika’s hat. He sets his stuff off to the side as you turn the fairy lights on and flip the room switch off. You get comfortable in your bed and watch him lie down on the floor. You bite your cheek, feeling sort of guilty. You want him in your room, but you know it must be uncomfortable on the wooden floor. But you couldn’t possibly invite him into your bed. That could make him feel uncomfortable. But you didn’t know how badly he was craving you.

You both said your good nights to each other and rolled onto your sides, backs facing each other. Ethan couldn’t sleep, while you passed out right away. He was texting his sister, getting updates about the murders she committed. Two boys, college students. They were impersonating Ghostface, psychotic fanatics. They killed a professor, who did nothing but give them a bad grade. Pussies.

Where did you go? I didn’t see you with the group when I was patrolling. -sis

I’m at Y/N’s. I’ll be staying the night. -Ethan

Are you adding another photo to your collection tonight? -sis

Ethan rolls his eyes.

I fucking hate you. -Ethan

It’s not my fault you didn’t close your door while you were having your special alone time! -sis

You’re lucky it was me instead of dad to find out about your little doll you’ve been playing with. -sis

Don’t call her that. -Ethan

Just calling it as I see it, little brother. Sleep well, perv ;) -sis

Ethan puts his phone down and sighs. You weren’t a little plaything to him. You weren’t some doll he could throw around. You were more than that. He hears you shifting under your covers. He quietly gets up and walks over to your bed, watching you sleep.

Your chest rose with every breath. Your shirt had the Blackmore mascot on it, right on the middle of your shirt. Your nipples poked through the fabric, beckoning to Ethan. He wanted to touch them. He wanted grab your tits, kiss them, feel them against his face. Your thighs looked smooth. Do they feel smooth?

“Ethan..” you murmured in your sleep. Your voice sounds sleepy, and your eyes are still shut. You’re dreaming; you’re calling out to him. He wishes he had his camera right now; he would snap a picture of you. He looks around the room and imagines all the perfect spots he could hide a camera. He could steal one from his dad, one that could record you in your room. He could connect it to his computer, watch you when he can’t be with you.

That will be his task tomorrow. Tonight, he will let you sleep. He would let you dream of him.

Tag-list: @wenvierismycomfort @ssnapsaurus @Iloyd907 @c0untryclub @ch9mpi0n

#ethan landry #scream vi #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry smut #ethan landry x reader #scream 6 smut #corruption kink #eventual smut #young and naive

[mhathotfic]

It’s genuinely funny to me that I started writing for this fandom with mostly fluff and lighter kinks but mostly vanilla smut and now I talk about stepsiblings manipulating each other and sleaze bags and bullies being horrible to the reader and fucking them up in multiple ways quite often.

Y’all made me comfortable sharing my freak shit and I don’t think you’ll ever 100% get the tooth rotting fluff back.

#shepherd chatter #I wrote corrupt priest bakugou manipulating a naive reader into fucking #kink talk

[kostantina]

Getting into a relationship was not something Tom had in mind when he made plans for the future, but that changed when he met you, a member of the Malfoy family with an innocence uncommon among witches, making him very enamoured with you without you having to make far too much effort for him to like you, unlike others. He was very much aware that it was not love that he felt for you, contrary to what you were wishing for. Still, he could pretend that it was and begin being in a romantic relationship with you if it guaranteed that he would be able to have you all to himself and be the first ever man to touch you in ways you hadn't experienced. Now, he found himself at your opulent manor for the Christmas celebration to which he had been begrudgingly invited and saw this as the ideal time to finally attain what he had craved for so long, and that was you. So, while your elder brother was only in another room entertaining the guests and unknowingly unlocking the gate for him to ravage you like a wolf to a sheep, he brazenly made the best of your obvious fondness for him to have a special kind of fun with you in your bedroom. If Abraxas learned about it, it would assuredly make for a comical scene—for Tom, at least.

#tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x you #tom riddle x y/n #reader #reader insert #tom riddle x reader smut #female reader #innocent!reader #naive!reader #virgin!reader #malfoy!reader #tw corruption kink #tw innocence kink #tw breeding kink #tw blood #tw blood kink #tw sadism #tw manipulation #tw obsessive behavior #marriage proposal #brother's best friend #abraxas malfoy #harry potter #fanfiction #smut #read on ao3

[faerygardenparty]

Maybe this makes me an asshole or something but I get really annoyed when other asexuals act like being asexual inherently means you know nothing about sex or kink or things like that, like as an asexual who isn’t uncomfortable with these topics I get really annoyed when people act like their personal lack of knowledge or care for sex is a universal thing for all asexuals

#I just in general hate the stereotype that all asexuals are sex-repulsed and naive when it comes to sex #and I get really annoyed by ‘I’m too asexual for this XD’ comments on posts about sex or kink #because I feel like they’re just perpetuating that myth #it’s to the point where I’ve just stopped telling people irl that I’m asexual because it just ends in people acting like I’m some kind of #fragile innocent baby who can’t handle a masterbation joke #gets on my nerves #fae.txt #discourse #<- maybe #tagging just to be safe

[tariah23]

#DOUMAN……. #I was sad that kintoki had to take my favorite clown out like this but… #well it wasn’t just him but you know #still sexy 🚶🏾‍♀️ #rambling #finished naraka mandala!!!!! I really enjoyed it 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️!!!! who wrote it??? #idk if nasu did since it doesn’t feel like his style of writing all the way through but #it was a very strong story! #finally being able to meet Douman for the final time… and a much more naive but still soft kintoki… #wha… #tsuna was cool too after the whole trying to murder us thing #he’s cute! #raikou not being weird!!! or I should say written to appeal to the mommy kink hoes for once #she was just normal and as loving as ever and I cried during that whole thing with NR and Raikou like stop playing with me UHHHH #emo…… #Danzo… as cute as ever #man I don’t feel like making a post about it but um yeah shoutout to Naraka Mandala I’m sad that I’m done with it orz #fgo spoilers #well I’m late as hell but it’s okay

[blbrryp]

people are disagreeing with the things i'm posting, that's fine i honestly don't care because everyone is entitled to their opinion and they can disagree with me

just please, can they have some sort of reading comprehension and understand what i'm actually saying rather than taking their own meaning from it.

#just a smidge of comprehension #like just read whats actually there #i didnt say that #you assumed i did #im not saying the actual ship of endhawks has is pedophilic #im sayin people often depict with weird undertones via the use of daddy kinks and endeavour calling hawks boy #by making hawks naive and endeavour incredibly aggressive #ofc it's not actually pedophilic but to ME it feels weird #and you can disagree with that

[promiscuouscutie]

All Yours pt. 2

Ethan Landry x fem. Reader, reader is a little naive and Ethan’s obsessed, eventual smut

Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Word count: 1944

Warnings for this part: mentions of murder, mentions of vomit

You look around the first floor as you hold your purse close to your chest. Where was Anika? Where was Mindy? You couldn’t spot either of them in the sea of people. They were probably off being a couple, doing couple things.

You liked them together. Anika was the sunshine and rainbows to Mindy’s misty fog and rainy day. You and Mindy took the same psychology course, which was how you met. You brought Mindy over to your dorm and introduced her to Anika, hoping for them to get along. It ended up working out! They became friends, and then lovers.

You were envious of their relationship. They both were each other’s first love. They were passionate with each other. They defended one another. You wanted someone like that. Could you ever find someone like that? God you hoped so. You wanted someone to take you on walks under the starry night sky. You wanted someone to take you to your favorite restaurant and buy you your favorite flowers. You wanted someone to kiss you, to hold you, to tell you everything was gonna be okay.

Maybe you could find that person at this party. Was there someone here that you had an instant connection with? There was Chad! He was attractive, kind, and brave. But you didn’t have actual romantic feelings for him. He was your friend, one that you got along with well. You’d sometimes walk to the library together and do homework. Sometimes you and him did grocery shopping together for small parties that you hosted at your dorm.

There was also—“Ethan!” You spot his face and rush over to him. You misjudge the distance and crash into his chest. He stumbles back as he holds you still, trying to keep you both from falling. You back away from him and apologize immediately:

“Sorry! Got a little excited,” you said sheepishly. Ethan awkwardly laughs and rubs the back of his neck.

“It’s okay. I just didn’t expect you to ram into me.” You notice his smile. His teeth look pretty in the blue lighting. They were sharp. How would they feel on your—what? You push the strange thought away. You notice the new hat on his head. Anika’s hat?

“Where’d your helmet go?”

“Anika’s wearing it. We switched hats a while ago.”

“Oh that’s cute! You look good with it on. It makes your hair look nice,” you tug on the hat. He touches the hat and smiles. “Really?” He looks away, almost as if he was flustered.

“Mhm. Did you see where Anika went?” He shook his head, making you pout. You wanted to talk to her. You had the sudden urge to spill your feelings and thoughts to her. She would probably give positive advice, trying to make you lighten up. Mindy would probably listen as well, trying to hold back any negative comments she had about whatever person or thing was bothering you.

“Is something wrong?” Ethan asks you. You shrug, brushing it off. “It’s nothing…it’s stupid.” You didn’t want to bore Ethan with the details. You thought he wouldn’t be interested in hearing about your feelings about the whole Cason situation. That’s what was still on your mind. You hadn’t seen him all night, even though he promised he’d talk to you. You didn’t even know if he left the party.

Ethan presses further, putting his hand on your shoulder to bring you back to reality. “If something’s on your mind, I’ll listen.” He gave you a reassuring smile. You suddenly felt warmth flood your cheeks. Could it be the alcohol still? You couldn’t quite tell.

You spilled all your thoughts and feelings in a matter of three minutes. Ethan didn’t say a word; he listened. It was exactly what he said he would do. He stared at you intently, hanging on every word while focusing on your eyes. He thought you had pretty eyes. He liked the glitter and eyeshadow on them. He thought the dark purple was a good color on you, and it looked alluring in the lighting.

By the time you had spilled everything about the Cason thing, you were almost out of breath. You put your hand on your heart and took a deep breath. “Sorry about that. I know that all sounds stupid,” you let out a deprecating laugh.

“I don’t think it sounds stupid.” You stare at him, almost baffled. Someone caught the corner of his eye: Cason. He was on the couches, staring at you. He had red devil horns in his hair and wore red pants, obviously Michelle’s idea. Cason stares at you, and then at Ethan, as if he was jealous. Ethan stops leaning against the wall on his side to stand directly in front of you, blocking the view for Cason. He knew that would piss him off; that’s why he did it.

“Can I give you some advice, Y/N?” You nod at his request. “Sure,” you murmur. He smells good.

“You should cut him off. Take him out of your life completely.”

“Really?” You pause. “Doesn’t that seem a bit… harsh?” Ethan sighs. He figured you would say that. You tried to see the best in everyone, even Michelle. You didn’t like her, and you never excused her behavior. But you just hoped maybe she’d realize how horrible she was, making the decision herself to be a better person. Ethan didn’t feel that way. He didn’t think people like Michelle would ever change. That’s why she was laying in the upstairs bathtub dead.

“I think it’s the right thing to do in this case. You don’t want someone horrible in your life, do you? Someone who obviously doesn’t stand up for you and even give you the time of day?” Ethan asks you. He made such compelling points. Is it the right thing to do? Cason was avoiding you. He never did anything to stop his girlfriend from bullying you. And yet he had the audacity to try to be friendly, to try to call you ‘bunny’ as if nothing happened? As if he didn’t try to kiss you without asking? As if he didn’t give you a glare when you rejected the kiss?You were mad now. You were furious. You couldn’t believe how stupid you were, trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe the alcohol was heightening your feelings tonight, but it didn’t matter. Not right now, not tonight.

You pull out your phone immediately. “What are you doing?” Ethan questions as he tries to look at the screen. You push him a little, keeping your hand on his shoulder.

“Deleting Cason’s number off my phone,” you reply. You delete the conversation. You delete any connection to him off your device. You could leave him in the past. You didn’t want him to drag you down. He’s not worth it. That’s what you that, and that’s what Ethan thought. Although, he had a different motive.

He knew Cason was bad news. When he heard the rumor himself, it took everything to not go after Cason and hurt him. He wanted to. He thought about it so many times. He knew how he’d do it, and he knew how to cover it up. He knew he was not a good guy from the beginning. He’d stare at girls in a creepy way, especially you. And you didn’t even notice. You were completely oblivious to his eyes and to Ethan’s as well, which disappointed him. He wanted you to know that he stared at you. He wanted you to know that he took notice to when you changed your perfume or bought new clothes. He noticed everything you did, but you never paid attention.

He wanted to change that. He was trying to, trying to take it slow so as to not get too crazy. That’s why he decided to come to the party. When Chad mentioned you’d be there, he immediately started working on his knight costume.

He was pleased with himself, knowing that he convinced you to see the truth. You put your phone away like it was nothing and leaned your head back against the wall. His eyes wander lower, back at your costume. It hugs your body just right, in all the ways he liked. And the fishnet stockings…those sent him over the edge. You look stunning in them, in all of it. What are you wearing underneath? A bra? No bra? Are you wearing a matching set? Could I see? Could I touch you? God, I wanna touch you. I wanna hear you say—“Ethan!”

Your voice brought him back to reality. Your face looked queasy. Your hand grips his shoulder as you rest your other on your stomach. “Can you take me back to my dorm? I don’t feel good,” you groan.

Ethan nods immediately and smiles. “Of course.” You take his hand and follow him out of the house, trying not to puke on yourself. You didn’t even hear Cason call out your name before Ethan slammed the door. You shivered from the cold air, starting to regret not bringing a jacket. Ethan would’ve given you his, if he had brought one.

You move closer to him, clinging to his arm for warmth. “It should only take 10 minutes to get to my dorm,” you clarify. Ethan nods and looks down at you, checking your complexion. You looked a little pale, but still the same. He knew you partied a little too hard tonight. You had a few too many drinks, and you were a bit of a lightweight. You were probably just feeling sick from the alcohol. He was feeling drunk himself, maybe a little buzzed if anything.

He wasn’t worried. He would take care of you, if you let him inside your dorm. He would insist, saying that you may need the support. He would hold your hair back for you as you throw up. He would wipe away your tears for you, telling you that everything was going to be okay. He would clean your mouth of any bile residue. He would do anything to make you feel better.

“Ethan?” You loosen your grip on his arm and stop walking. He stops as well, turning to you as he feels the absence of your touch.

“Yes?” His hand rests on your shoulder. “What is it? Do you feel worse?” You shook your head. You step closer and embrace him, sighing. He freezes at the feeling of your body up against his for only a couple seconds, only before leaning down into the embrace. It was only a hug, yet Ethan’s heart was beating a million times per second. He had dreamt of many things, even this.

“You’ve been so kind to me tonight. I don’t deserve you,” you sigh into his chest. He tightens his grip around you. You can feel it, but you don’t care. It feels nice, him holding you like this. You like it. You want him to do it more. You want to kiss him, but you can’t. You’re drunk. He’s drunk. You’re both not in the right headspace to do something like that. But that’s all Ethan’s thinking about. He wants to feel more of you, all of you.

You let go of him, but his hands don’t leave your body. They move down to hold your hips as you look up at him. “Will you stay the night with me? I’d feel much better if you did,” you ask sweetly. Ethan could melt right now. You asked him so nicely; how could ever say no to you?

“Of course, Y/N. Anything for you.”

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